Date: Fri, 13 Jun 2008 18:24:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Horizons  Chapter Eighty-Three

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Chapter Eighty-Three:  New Horizons


"Father, we know you can't share anything with us that the boys have told
you, but it would be helpful if you could give us your opinion of their
mental state."

Monday morning and Daniel, and most of his staff, had gathered in the mess
hall after breakfast to discuss their next steps with the new boys.  The
boys had blended more easily than anticipated with the boys at New
Horizons.  Each had found a friend to buddy with, to learn the rules and
routines at camp.  The men were also aware that each boy had a long way to
go before consideration could be given to reuniting them with family.  Part
of the procedure would also be locating the boys' families.

"I haven't had enough time with the boys to really form an opinion of which
boys I think will be a challenge and which boys will be a bigger challenge.
Daniel, the only thing I could venture for an opinion at the moment is that
the younger boys will probably be more resilient and bounce back pretty
quickly.  The older boys, and right now I'm thinking more about Jonathan
and Nathan, that have had a rough time, will require more time and
patience."

"Time and patience is something we try to keep a big supply of around
here," Daniel commented and then turned to Michael. "When will the
psychologists be here to do the initial evaluations?"

"They began the evaluation while we were in Tampa, but they wanted to wait
until this weekend to do any of the serious work.  The idea was to give the
boys a couple of days to get used to the idea that they were really free
and let them settle in around here.  With the more relaxed atmosphere, they
think the boys will be more willing to open up."

"When do we expect them here?"

"Later this morning.  They should be here before noon and plan on staying
the week. The plan is to try and get at least three sessions in with each
boy.  If any of the other boys want to talk with them, they'll make
themselves available."

"Another thing Father David and I have done with the boys, Daniel, is to
encourage them to talk with one another.  We've found in the past, that
with children, it helps for them to know that others have been through the
same kind of experiences."

                                           * * * *

Jeremy and Sean had finished their morning classes and left the classroom.
A few of the other boys were walking around the yards, but most were still
in class.  The two boys strolled away from the main buildings for some
privacy and a place to talk.  The boys stopped near the edge of the orchard
where they found a couple of tree trunks lying on the ground.  The boys sat
on the ground, using the tree trunks to lean on.

"Sean, can I ask ya somethin'?"  Sean looked at Jeremy, waiting on the
question.  "I know you and Brad didn't get taken like me and some others,
but ya lost your family any ways.  I mean, how come ya wound up on the
street like ya did?  Didn't ya have some family some where to take ya?"

"Brad said they didn't want us; they was scared to take us.  For a long
time we didn't understand what happened.  I didn't understand any of it.
All I knew was that Brad would take care of me and I did what he said.  We
thought we done somethin' wrong.  I don't know how to explain it.  It was
like our whole family just all of a sudden decided we didn't exist no more.
We had a grandma and grandpa, some aunts and uncles, too; but they just
gave us some money sometimes and then told us to stay away; said it was for
our own good.  After a while, Brad got kinda pissed off 'bout the way they
treated us and said we could take care of ourselves."  Sean took a deep
breath and let it out slowly while he stared, blankly, at nothing.  "We
had'n seen or heard from any of 'em since."

"How'd ya figure out what was goin' on?"

"Kids on the street.  Brad met some other kids and we joined up with them.
He said we'd be safer with a bunch of other kids than we would runnin'
around on our own.  That's when we met Patrick.  He'd been out longer'n us.
Patrick kinda taught Brad the ropes on what they did and how ta get money,"
Sean smiled as he remembered. "I wanted to go out and help earn money, too.
I thought Brad was gonna have a kitten.  There was no way he was goin' ta
let me out!  He wouldn't explain why; just that I wasn't goin' and he
wasn't arguin' 'bout it."

"Didn't he know you were gonna find out sooner or later?"

"Pro'bly, but he was gonna make sure it was later.  Listen, I didn't get my
first blow-job till I got here.  Did'n anybody tell ya the story 'bout Brad
and Patrick and me?"  Jeremy shook his head and Sean proceeded to relate
his story.

While the two boys talked, they were joined by other boys.  Nigel joined
the boys; he hadn't heard the story of Brad and Patrick either.  While Sean
caught Derek up with a quick summary and continued with the story, TJ and
Evan joined them, quickly followed by Jonathan and Nathan.  The boys didn't
realize it, but they had formed a group therapy session.  A session the
therapists were hoping to get organized for the boys.  As a group, they
could learn that many boys shared similar experiences and fears and, how
they dealt with them.

"You should'a seen the look on Brad and Patrick's faces when I stood up and
told 'em both they were bein' stupid.  I think even Mr. Dan'l was
surprised.  Actually, I was even a little surprised myself.  I was tired of
them actin' like they hated each other when I knew better and it was me
caught in between 'em.  It was my turn ta be pissed off!  Then both of 'em
looked kinda scared when Kevin told 'em they was gonna get paddled with the
medium paddle and I was the one that was gonna let 'em have it.  Mr. Dan'l
told me to take out all my frustrations on 'em; and I did, too."  Sean
finished with a big grin.

"Yeah, but there's a part you're leavin' out," TJ added. "You were hurtin'
just as much as them.  You did really let 'em have it though, and Mr. Dan'l
had to turn away so you didn't see 'im laughin'.  Poor Brad and Patrick
thought Sean was gonna bust their balls, and he almost did.  Thing is, all
three of 'em was cryin' and carryin' on and nobody knows if Sean ever
finished givin' 'em all the licks they was supposed ta get."

"Too bad," Jeremy offered, "If ya didn't, then when ya wanted something and
they gave you a hard time, you could always threaten ta finish the job."
All the boys had a good laugh.

"That's alright," TJ added.  "Sean, you tell 'em what you told Brad at the
end?  You know, 'bout him not treatin' you like a baby and you were gonna
learn ta give a good blow job whether he liked it or not?"  Sean turned
crimson without saying any more.

"Are they friends now?" Jonathan asked.

"Friends?  No.  Fuck buddies? Absolutely!  I wouldn't wanna be the one that
tried to get between 'em."  TJ, Evan and Sean laughed and exchanged high
fives while Jonathan and Nathan had their turn at blushing.  Jonathan and
Nathan knew they were more than friends and the story could easily be about
them.

"Hey!  Guess what!" Nathan jumped into the conversation. "Dr. Mike said we
were okay.  You know, the lab tests.  We can play around some now."

"Oooooooooooo" came a chorus of voices with several fingers pointing at the
duo.  "Another Patrick and Brad," one of the boys added.  "Uh-uh; another
TJ and Evan."  The boys laughed harder.

"Evan, don't you have a brother and cousins here, too?"

"Yeah, they consider me ta be the dumb-ass of the group; they're probably
right.  Right after we got here, I ran away and almost got killed."  The
boys looked at Evan, dumbfounded.

"Why?"  Nigel asked.

"I was scared.  Me and my brothers and cousins were in a show; you know,
one of them underground kinda things.  Our dad protected us and I knew
everybody loved me.  I didn't have ta do much; they all took care of me.
Dad always said, the only big problem I give him was I didn't like ta wear
clothes; he finally gave up and didn't make me most of the time.

"After Dad died, my uncle was gonna sell us into slavery 'cause we didn't
have no money and nobody to care for us.  He was even sellin' his own sons.
Mr. Dan'l got us, but I was still scared and when a man that worked on
shows told me I could go with him, I ran.  I didn't know what was gonna
happen ta me here, but I knew 'bout the shows and what ta expect; least, I
thought I did.  He didn't want to take care of me neither.  You wouldn't
believe the shit they did to me.  When Mr. Dan'l looked for me and had my
picture in the papers and on television, nobody would give us a job.  The
asshole broke my leg and took me to a vet ta be put down.  The vet found my
chip and called Mr. Dan'l.  The asshole and his boys is slaves now."

"Chip? What chip?"

"Most of us have a chip in our neck, just below the ear.  If someone tries
to take us or give us trouble, when the authorities run a monitor on us,
the chip tells them we're New Horizon Boys and to call Mr. Dan'l.  He can
track us with 'em too," TJ explained before Evan continued.

"After Mr. Dan'l saved me from the vet, I thought he was gonna have me sold
off.  He wouldn't talk to me; I was scared shitless.  Finally, he talked to
me and I cried like a baby.  When we got back here he told my brothers they
couldn't take care of me no more; I had ta learn to grow up and take care
of myself.  I thought he was bein' mean, but he wasn't.  Now, me and TJ
takes care of each other.  We don't want to go nowhere else."

"Does everybody get chipped?"

"Yeah.  It started when he first got us 'cause the state said we wasn't
slaves but we wasn't free neither.  Then Mr. Dan'l formed the Cherubs and
he wanted ta make sure he could keep track of us in case somebody tried ta
steal one of us."

"Cherubs?" Nathan interrupted.

"Yeah.  We dress with a loin cloth or breechcloth.  They're bright colors
held round our waist with a gold colored rope that dangles down one leg.
Mr. Dan'l, and a lot of other people, say the colors with our overall tans
makes us beautiful or pretty.  I like people admirin' us, but I'm not too
sure 'bout bein' considered pretty."

"Fuck you don't," Evan chided his friend, "the way you wiggle that butt
when we go see the old people and give 'em lunch.  You know how Grandpa
loves your butt." TJ blushed at his lover's comments.

"Anyways," TJ continued, "we go with Mr. Dan'l and we've been on television
dressed like that.  We're supposed ta look like some Aztec Indian boys or
somthin'.  We wear arm bands and necklaces done up in copper, gold and
silver.  The ladies, and a lotta the men, like to feel us up.  There's one
lady at the old folks home that loves ta pick up poor Danny and hug him.
She buries his face in her boobs and almost smothers 'im lovin' 'im so
much."  Jonathan and Nathan looked astonished while the other boys laughed.
"You get a good tan, get rid a them tan lines, and you can volunteer ta go
with us some time and let the old folks play with you."  TJ teased.

"Yeah," Sean added, "someday you'll have ta ask TJ and Evan 'bout Grandpa
Smith.  We're still tryin' ta figure out if they're Grandpa's sex toys or
he's theirs.  The only thing we for certain is the way these two holler
when Grandpa's with 'em, there's some hot action goin' on."

The boys continued to talk, exchanging experiences and feelings, until they
got around to Nigel and the new boys.  As the boys talked, Jeremy told them
he had an idea and for everybody to stay there and not go anywhere while he
ran to the office.  Jeremy soon returned with a pencil and note pad.  While
the boys talked, Jeremy wrote on the pad.

"Nige, you mean ta sit there and tell us that you thought it was an honor
to let somebody beat your butt?  Man, what are you thinkin'?"

"It wasn't to have fun, least not for me.  It was supposed to show I could
take the punishment like a man and then they let me be in the auction later
and play with a man.  I was just looking for someone to show that they
cared."

"Nige, no offense man, but that's a little weird.  Me and Nathan got our
butts, and a few other places, beat two or three times a week.  I never saw
anythin' good about somebody stringin' my little ass up, hangin' from a
hook in the ceiling, and beating or whippin' me.  More than one time I lost
my voice from screamin' so loud.  I got beat once, and I mean really beat;
it hurt so bad that I lost control and pissed while I was hangin' up.
Those people that came in and did that stuff to us, we thought they was
just plain sick!

"Talk about bein' scared, we was scared we was gonna die every day.  Thing
is, we always wanted to know what we'd done that was so wrong to be
punished like that.  Some other slaves clued us in.  We thought whoever
thought up the system was warped and we was the ones payin' for it.!"

"Hold up, fellas."  TJ stopped the boys from talking while he watched
Jeremy write some things down on the pad.  All the boys became curious and
tried to read what Jeremy wrote down.

"It's nothin' special, just a word here and there that all of us keep
sayin'.  I thought about what we weren't sayin' but pro'bly feelin', too.
Sometimes, I used to like to sit down and write things when somethin'
bothered me.  It usually helped; I just felt like doin' it now.  That's
all.  I thought maybe we could write it down and give it to Mr. Dan'l so he
could give it to some people that make decisions 'bout what's gonna happen
to us so they'd understand better.  That make sense?"

The boys moved in closer to Jeremy.  They all understood what Jeremy was
trying to say and thought it was a good idea.  The boys talked about what
they wanted to say and how to say it.  It had to be so it said something
for all of them, not just one of them.  All of the boys had a suggestion
about one part or another and they discussed, but didn't argue, over what
was written.  They talked about what the words said and what they meant.
The boys were serious.  They wanted to send a message and wanted what they
were writing to be good enough for Daniel to show others.

When the boys thought they had what they wanted, Jeremy handed the pad to
Nigel to read.  Nigel handed the pad to Nathan and the pad then moved
around the circle to each boy.  All the boys nodded or smiled, a new
suggestion was made here and there and discussed before moving on.  In the
end, all the boys decided they had what they wanted.  It wasn't long, but
it conveyed the message.  The decision was made to take the work and show
it to Daniel for his opinion.  Evan offered to draw a background picture if
Daniel thought it was a good idea.  All the boys, except Jonathan and
Nathan, and TJ and Evan, headed to the office to find Daniel.

The four remaining boys stayed where they were.  Nathan moved to sit in
front of Jonathan, leaning against Jonathan's front.  Evan sat, Indian
style, in front of TJ and leaned into TJ.  Both Jonathan and TJ wrapped
their arms around what all the boys now knew to be their lovers.

"Evan, how long were you in that show you talked about?"

"Long as I can remember.  It was my dad and my brothers at first, then my
cousins joined us.  We didn't know my asshole uncle was settin' things so
he could get rid of all of us if he wanted.  That's what he did and took
all our money Dad left us.  Mr. Dan'l got an attorney on it and we got most
of it back.  My uncle had a choice of givin' it back or bein' a slave."  TJ
paused for a minute, then added. "We had a show where I was supposed ta get
whipped and then fucked by my brother.  The whippin' was fake, but my
brother said I was a good fuck."  Evan smiled while TJ hugged him and
whispered something in his ear..

"What we did wasn't fake. We got beat with paddles, whips, a tawse, and who
knows what else.  Some people are just plain mean.  The more they could
hurt us and make us scream, the more they liked it." Jonathan paused,
remembering, and then added, "Sick is all I can say."

"Yeah, but we survived," Jonathan added. "Guys, Mr. Dan'l said that once
Dr. Mike said we were clean, that we could . . .you know.  It's been a
while and we started out here to try and find a place ta . . ."

"Yeah, we know," TJ answered with a smile.  "That's why we were comin' out
here, too.  Want to have some fun?"

While the boys talked, Evan didn't waste any time turning up his lover's
heat.  Evan knew how to wiggle his butt in TJ's lap and turn both of them
on.  TJ's response was to play with Evan's nipples; something he could do
and still carry on a conversation with Jonathan and Nathan.  The
conversation was briefly interrupted from time to time as TJ leaned into
Evan to nibble his youthful neck.  Almost immediately, the tell-tale signs,
which no boy can hide, began to appear; a fact not lost on Jonathan and
Nathan who were more than willing to engage in some boy fun.

The boys quickly moved away from the compound to find a more private area.
TJ and Evan knew exactly where they needed to go and were closely followed
by Jonathan and Nathan.  Evan laughed as they moved forward, enjoying the
feel of TJ's hand wrapped around his pole, leading him.  When they reached
the private beach area by the creek, TJ and Evan stopped to let the other
boys admire the private area and, then moved to their favorite 'lean
against' tree.  TJ sat on the ground; Evan quickly straddled his lap and
the two boys didn't waste any time engaging in a deep, passionate kiss.
Jonathan and Nathan followed the example with Nathan straddling Jonathan's
lap.

Four boys in adolescent heat.  Two boys feeling the frustrations of long
needed and desired relief built through abstinence.  Two boys did not work
on or please their lover; all four boys felt the need to please and be
pleased.  The two couplings worked almost as twins or echoes to one
another.  TJ and Evan both sucked the neck and ear of his lover.  Hands
moved up and down backs, enjoying the silky soft skin supported by firm
muscle.  Fingers found nipples that needed to be pulled and twisted to the
point of burning, then soothed as they were suckled and bathed with a wet
tongue.

Jonathan and Nathan had known the pain of torture and abuse.  They had
cried out their misery to the delight of the sick men who delighted in
devising sinister methods of inflicting pain.  The two boys wanted to feel
and taste one another.  They were in a hurry to quench their need and
quickly began to masturbate one another.  Their cries of lust and ecstasy
fueled the other two.  Soon, both boys gasped and cried out for joy as they
bathed each other with their sweet nectar.

Collapsing into one another's arms, the boys gasped for air as they
remained oblivious to the world around them, relishing the glow of sexual
relief.  The boys were unaware that their cries of joy and lust were
admired and appreciated by TJ and Evan who had delayed their relief to
enjoy their friends.  Gradually, Nathan lifted his head from Jonathan's
shoulder and, looking deeply into his lover's eyes, they gently touched
lips which quickly became a battle of dueling tongues.  Their immediate
lust satisfied, both boys now sought to immerse themselves in a sea of
passion.  Rolling to their side, the boys wrapped themselves in a tangle of
arms and legs; their lips never parting.

Evan turned his attention back to TJ; their actions closely mimicking their
friends'.  The two boys had been lovers long enough to anticipate and know
the needs of the other.  There was no thought to what one did to the other,
it was automatic; both the movement and the pleasure.  Evan thrilled at the
taste and feel of his boy friend.  He marveled at TJ's soft, puffy nipples
that just begged to be licked, suckled and nibbled.  When Evan did nibble
at those marvelous little grapes, TJ always drew a sharp breath and
whimpered.  Evan knew he would be satisfied to spend the whole day sitting
in his lover's lap, giving him a tongue bath.  TJ knew he loved Evan's
tongue baths, but he also loved more.

When TJ was worked into a frenzy by Evan's ministrations, TJ placed a hand
under each of Evan's cheeks and lifted him enough to swallow that which
defined him as a boy.  TJ was an old hand at oral stimulation and pushed
Evan's full length into his mouth, and into his throat, until his nose was
tickled by the teenage pubes.  Evan was always amazed at how long TJ could
hold him in, massaging his rod with strong, well trained throat muscles,
without coming up for air.  TJ would not release his lover and taste fresh
air until he heard his lover whimper with need.

While TJ's throat worked on one part of Evan, his hand moved under Evan's
buttocks and found the familiar ring he knew would be there; Evan had come
prepared to give himself to his lover.  A slight twist and pull, together
with a tightening of the muscle by Evan, the fresh lubrication was
deposited in Evan's chute.  TJ used his two middle fingers to gently
massage the anal opening, causing Evan to whimper louder.  Evan's whimpers
were enough to cause Jonathan and Nathan to cease their love making long
enough to observe Evan impaling himself upon TJ.  Now oblivious to anyone's
presence but their own, TJ and Evan focused their energies on pleasing each
other.

Evan rode up and down, varying his angle and speed.  Each stroke caused
TJ's boyhood to caress a different part of Evan's insides.  Evan soon found
the right angle so that with each downward plunge, his magic spot was
touched, sending a wave of pleasure through his young body.  TJ continued
to nibble at Evan's grape sized nipples, occasionally reaching down to
gently squeeze Evan's scrotum; the pressure and the pleasure elicited
whimpering s and moans of pleasure from the young teen.  Lust now
controlled both boys as one rode and the other pumped into his lover's
center of pleasure.  When both boys were covered in a sheen of sweat
created from their exertions, TJ wrapped his arms around Evan, Evan wrapped
his legs around TJ's waist, and TJ moved to lay Evan on his back.

Jonathan and Nathan continued to watch as TJ propped his hands on Evan's
chest, keeping both nipples trapped between squeezing and rolling fingers.
Evan clasped his legs around TJ and locked his ankles; his hands gripped
TJ's shoulders.  Both boys pumped and pulled at the other trying to
increase the sensation coursing through their bodies.  Each thrust, each
pull with Evan's legs to get TJ deeper into him, was accompanied by grunts
and cries for more.  With sweat dripping off each boy, their backs arched
as each cried out his passion and their dicks erupted with the evidence of
lust and passion satisfied.  The boys collapsed to the ground, entwined in
each other's arms.

When TJ and Evan regained some normalcy of breathing and consciousness of
their surroundings, they looked over to see Jonathan and Nathan laying
together, watching them, smiling.

"Man, you guys are good!" Jonathan commented with a big grin.

"You bring any lube?"  TJ asked, and Jonathan shook his head.  "Dry's hell,
man."

TJ reached under a bush and pulled out a plastic bag with what looked like
small balls inside.  TJ and Evan laughed, and then explained that the balls
were actually butt plugs filled with lube.  They explained to the two new
boys why Daniel had them made and they were no longer required, at least
for outside use.  Many were used within the compound.  Evan showed Nathan
how to put the plug in and secure it so it stayed.  TJ showed Jonathan how
to remove the plug while leaving the lube inside his lover.

The boys concentrated on their personal pleasure to the point of missing
the lunch bell, but they really didn't care.  Teenage boys could survive on
love and sex, so long as there was lots of both.  Before returning to the
compound, TJ and Evan would each experience another sexual high.  Jonathan
and Nathan would experience at least two more each and use two of the new
butt plug toys they had been introduced to.  Four teens enjoying one of a
teenage boy's favorite past-times.

                                           * * * *

Nigel, Sean and Jeremy left their friends to see Daniel.  The group had
talked and discovered they had many things in common.  On this day, for a
reason unknown to them, the boys had decided to write down what they felt.
When they finished, they believed what they had written expressed the
feelings of most of the boys at New Horizon.  Was it good?  The boys
weren't sure.  They were sure they wanted to share it with Daniel, and
maybe, others.

"Mr. Paul, can we see Mr. Dan'l for a minute?"

"He's not here.  He's in the mess hall at a meeting."  Paul looked at his
watch.  "The meeting should be about over and he's probably just enjoying a
cup of coffee.  Why don't you go over there and see?"

The boys thanked Paul and stepped outside.  After discussing whether they
should risk disturbing Daniel during a meeting they decided the worst was
he would tell them he would see them a little later, and walked over.
Daniel was doing as Paul suggested, enjoying a cup of coffee and relaxing
after his meeting.  Daniel spotted the boys.

"Come on in, boys," Daniel called out. "Lunch won't be for a little while,
but would you like a snack?"

"No sir, thank you though, "Jeremy and Sean said almost simultaneously,
causing the boys to laugh.

"Mr. Dan'l," Jeremy began, "some of us was sittin' outside talkin', it was
us and Jonathan and Nathan and a couple others, and we decided to write
somethin' and give it to you.  Everybody's always askin' us what happened
and how we felt and how we feel now.  Anyway, this is it, if it's alright."

Daniel took the proffered paper and, after reading it, showed the writing
to Father Andrew and his staff.

"Gentlemen, the writings and feelings of two former slaves, a few street
kids and a free boy wanna-be."

"As a child, I ran, I played, I laughed through rose colored
glasses.

At the end of each day I got a hug from those who loved me.  Some men came,
they grabbed me, they hurt me.  I was scared.  I cried for help but no one
helped me.  I cried for my mom and dad, they didn't help me.  Dragged away,
I looked back and cried "I'm sorry! I promise I won't be bad!  Please!"
They didn't help me.  What did I do wrong?  Why did they no longer love me?

The room was bright, the floor was gray.  I was naked.  I was scared.  Some
men grabbed me and dragged me away.  They said I was a animal.  They hit
me, they whipped me, they beat me.  They made me do things to please other
men.  They said I was bad.  They said I was ugly.  I was lost.  I was sad.
I was a animal and nobody loved me.

Some men held me and took me away.  The room was bright and the floor gray.
I was back where I was made a animal.  They didn't whip me.  They didn't
beat me.  They said I was free.  They took me away.  I run, I play, I
laugh.  They let me run free.  They say I was a gift and I am beautiful as
He made me.  I look for my rose colored glasses. Part of me is empty.  Who
will love me?"


End Chapter Eighty-Three

To Be Continued

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