Date: Sat, 20 Apr 2013 04:00:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: Robert <robertx5sf@yahoo.com>
Subject: Conrad Evans Family Legacy 1

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CONRAD EVANS FAMILY LEGACY -- CHAPTER 1

Colt stood in front of the mirror doing dumb curls. He watched his form, as he
finished his last set of curls, music pounding into his head through the
ear-buds connected to his smartphone. Once he was finished, he set the dumbbells
down and checked himself out, posing and flexing to check on his development.
'Not bad' he thought to himself as he looked at his fourteen year old body in
the mirror. He was 5'8", a little taller than average for his age, and weighed
140 pounds. His medium length light brown hair, which was normally wavy, was
currently matted down with sweat. His blue nylon shorts and blue Lycra workout
shirt caused his pale blue eyes to appear brighter than normal. Colt was in
great shape due to his daily workouts and healthy diet. Two of the many
benefits, of living at The Conrad Evans Home For Boys, were the gym and an
individualized nutritional plan. Of course, the luxuries provided by the Home
came at a price. It was a price that Colt was finding increasingly harder to
pay.

Colt was reminded of that price when he heard Roger's voice come out of the
intercom on the wall, "Colt, report to the waiting room." Colt looked up and
noticed the time, it was ten minutes till seven. He sighed. 'Fuck, the
Benefactor wants me tonight', he thought. He turned and waved at one of the
security cameras that monitored the weight room, signaling that he had heard the
order. First though, the fourteen year old jock headed upstairs to his room and
dropped off his phone. He didn't bother showering, or even changing. He knew the
Benefactor wouldn't care that he was covered in sweat. As Colt exited his room,
he saw Derrick down the hall, about to enter his own room. Derrick was a slim
blond hair, blue eyed twelve year old. Colt thought he was a real cutie. He was
one of Colt's favorite fucks at the group home. Despite being skinny, Derrick
had a big bubble butt and really got off on getting it plowed rough.

Derrick saw Colt and waved. "Hey, Colt. I just heard that you and Billy are the
lucky boys tonight," said Derrick. The younger boy was always jealous when he
wasn't chosen to service their Master.

"I'm sure you'll have more fun than me tonight," replied Colt. It had been a
month since he had to give up his ass to the Benefactor. Hoping to distract
himself from the thought of having to submit to someone, Colt walked over and
grabbed Derrick, wrapping the smaller boy up in his arms and hugged him. He then
reached down and grabbed the boy's butt checks in his hands and gave them a
squeeze. "Baby boy, I'm gonna need to tap that ass of yours when I get done
tonight. Can you wait up for me?" asked Colt.
"Sure, Colt. You know I love getting fucked by you. You're my favorite," said
Derrick as he rubbed his jeans covered cock against Colt's sweaty thigh.

If it had been up to Colt, he would have preferred spending the entire night
fucking Derrick instead of servicing the mysterious man that used the boys of
the group home as his personal harem. The fact that Billy was summoned as well
troubled Colt. Billy was seventeen and pretty close to his eighteenth birthday
and graduating out of the Home.

It had been two years since Colt had last been asked to perform with an older
boy. That was when the man and John, who was seventeen at the time but who had
left for college last year after turning eighteen, took turns spit roasting the
twelve year old Colt. Every few minutes they would exchange places and Colt had
to suck the cock that had just been in his ass. Colt enjoyed sex with boys and
men, but he preferred to be the one in control, not the one being used.
Colt gave Derrick a quick kiss on the top of boy's blond head, then released him
and headed downstairs to the waiting room. The waiting room was very similar to
what one would find in a doctor's or professional's office. Several chairs and a
couple small tables littered with slightly out of date magazines that the staff
left there. There were four doors and no windows. The door Colt just enter from
led to the stairs to the upper two floors that consisted of the living quarters
and common areas for the boys. The door across from that, led to the
administrative area and public entrance to the Home. The door to the left of the
one Colt used to enter the room, led to a office. The last door, the one to the
right, led to a hallway with additional rooms, several of which Colt had been in
and a couple he had never been in yet. But the most important room down the
hallway was the elevator that led downstairs to the private playrooms of the man
the boy's referred to as the Benefactor, but called Sir or Master in his
presence.
Billy was already in the waiting room when Colt arrived. Billy was seventeen,
just under six feet tall and about 140 pounds. He was leaner and less muscular
than Colt. He had straight strawberry blond hair and hazel eyes. Almost
immediately the Benefactor's voice spoke from the intercom, "Billy please come
down, Colt remain in the waiting room until I call for you." Billy leapt to his
feet and went through the door. Colt sat down and waited. After about five
minutes the man's voice again came out of the intercom, "Okay Colt, I'm ready
for you".
Colt reluctantly got up and went through the door. The hallway on the other side
of the door, like the waiting room, reminded Colt of a professional medical
building. It was a sterile, hallway lit by florescent lights with four doors
evenly spaced on the right side and an elevator door at the opposite end. Colt
head down to the hallway to the elevator door, it opened as he approached. He
entered the elevator and it quickly closed then descended to the basement level.
Colt knew that one of the adult staff was monitoring the security cameras and
controlling the elevator remotely. The door opened and Colt entered the Master's
main playroom. There was a king sized bed on the wall opposite the elevator. On
the left side of the room was a table with two comfortable sitting chairs. There
was a door on the far end of the wall on that side that led to additional themed
playrooms. On the right side was a wall that had a door that was flanked by two
St. Andrew's Crosses. The door led to a large bathroom. The wall with the door
to the elevator was covered in mirrors, and there was a large mirror over the
bed. There were also lots of hooks built into the walls, ceiling, and bed.
Underneath the bed were drawers where a variety of bondage and S/M gear was
stored.
Billy and the Master were sitting in the chairs at the table. Billy was already
naked, his clothes piled neatly next to the elevator door. The man was wearing
only a bathrobe. He was about fifty years old, six foot tall and in decent
shape, he had just a slight ponch but the rest of his body was fairly toned. His
light brown hair was mixed with gray but in the right light, the gray would
blend in and make his hair appear almost blonde. He was clean shaven and had
hazel eyes that would pick up and reflect colors, so now his eyes appeared
green, the same color as his robe. "Strip," the man commanded after Colt closed
the door.
Colt immediately took off his shoes and socks, placing them next to Billy's
clothes. He then stripped off his Under Armor workout shirt, folded it and put
it on top of his shoes. Then in one quick motion he stripped off his shorts and
jock, stacking them on top of his shirt. He knew the man would have preferred
for Colt to stretch out the process and preform a striptease for him as Billy
likely did, but Colt was always trying to find ways to rebel. The man had told
him to strip, so Colt would do it as quickly and unerotically as possible. Once
he was naked, Colt turned towards the man, but kept his hands at his side. The
man glanced over at Billy and jerked his head in the direction of Colt. Billy
immediately got up and stood next to Colt facing the man. Billy spread his legs
and clasped his hands behind his head, pushing his chest out. He did his best to
lightly flex as many of his muscles as he could.
Colt knew the man was using Billy to demonstrate the behavior he expected out of
Colt, but he could not bring himself to do it without being forced. When the man
looked over at him, Colt could see the disappointment in his eyes. Finally, the
man gave the command, "Colt, present." Colt spread his legs, puffed his chest
out, and put his hands behind his head, assuming the identical pose as Billy.
The man got up from his chair and inspected the boys. Billy, the seventeen year
old was completely hairless from the neck down while Colt at fourteen had small
tufts of hair under his arms and a small patch of brown hair above his cock,
which was still soft. Billy's uncut cock had gotten hard as soon as he presented
his body to the man for inspection, growing to its full six and half inches.
Colt knew that Billy was one of the most submissive boys at the group home. Colt
had fucked Billy just a couple times in the past but had not fooled around with
him recently.
"Colt, why don't you remove your body hair? You know I prefer my boys hairless,"
said the man.
"Because Sir, I like my hair, and you haven't ordered me to remove it," replied
Colt.

"Is what you like more important to you than what I like?" asked the man.  Colt
considered how to respond for a second, the man sensed his hesitation. "Answer
me now boy!" he barked.
"Yes, Sir, it is, at least to me," answered Colt.
The man shock his head and sighed. "Colt, do you know why Billy is here
tonight?" asked the man.
"Either to show me up or fuck me, or maybe both...Sir," answered Colt, almost
spitting out the last honorific.

The man reached down and grabbed Colt's cock. Even soft it was almost as big as
Billy's. It was thick, heavy piece of uncut meat, resting on Colt's large
hairless ball sack. "The thought of getting fucked doesn't excite you Colt?"
asked the man as he started to knead Colt's cock and balls.

"No...Sir," said Colt. Colt knew the rules of the group home. He had learned
them shortly after he had arrived at age ten. They had been explained to him by
Riley, the older boy that had served as Colt's mentor upon his arrival at the
Home. The rules were very simple, the boys had to do everything the man asked,
always address the man as Sir or Master, and never, ever, lie to him.

"Would you prefer if instead I brought Derrick or Jonah in and let you fuck one
of them? Would you prefer to hear one of the little boys whimpering as you
shoved this large cock inside them?" asked the man. Colt's cock answered for him
as it started to harden as Colt thought about fucking the two youngest residents
of the home.

"Yes Sir," said Colt, not sure if the man expected him to answer or not but
erring on the side of caution.
"Well too bad Colt. You don't get what you want here, I do," said the man, his
tone harsher now. He released Colt's cock then quickly brought his hand up
slapping Colt's balls hard. Colt yelled out in pain, but kept his position. His
cock quickly started to deflate.
The man walked back over and sat down in a chair. "Both of you, get on the bed,"
he ordered.

"Yes Sir," responded the boys, but not in unison; Billy had answered a second
before Colt. Billy sat down on the edge of the bed nearest the man, facing him
and his eyes downcast, waiting further instruction. Colt went around to the far
side of the bed and laid down on his back.

"Billy, fuck Colt," said the man.
"Yes Sir," replied Billy. Colt was getting angry. It was obviously that the man
was testing Colt, trying to prove some point to him. Colt didn't like getting
pushed around, he didn't like people trying to prove things to him. If the man
wanted something out of him, he should just come out and say it, instead of
playing mind games.
Billy reached over and grabbed a bottle of lube from the headboard. He  looked
over at Colt, expecting him to roll over. Colt didn't move, he didn't even look
over at Billy or acknowledge him in any way. "Come on Billy, roll over or lift
your legs so I can fuck you," said Billy.

"No," said Colt angrily, something about the absurdity of this whole evening was
getting to him and making him be more rebellious than usual.

Billy was unsure of what to do. He looked back over at the man. There was no
help coming from that direction, the man just sat their silently watching him.
Billy turned back to Colt. "Please Colt, I have to fuck you, you know the
rules," whined Billy.

Colt snapped at him, "I know the fucking rules you pussy! He gave you an order,
not me. You want to fuck? We can fuck but unless I'm ordered otherwise, its
going to be on my terms," growled Colt. He quickly sat up and grabbed Billy by
the back of the neck and wrestled him down to the bed. In a matter of seconds,
he had Billy pinned face down against the mattress. He rolled on top of the
older boy, leaned in close and spoke into Billy's ear, "You don't really want to
fuck me Billy, you want to get fucked by me, but you're too much of a coward to
let him know how you feel, I'm not. I'm going to make you not obey his order.
You're a little bitch Billy, you're not a man." Exerting his dominance like this
over Billy had caused Colt's cock to become fully erect.

Without bothering to use any lube from the bottle that was still in Billy's
hand, Colt thrust his hard seven inch cock up Billy's ass. As  Colt expected,
Billy's ass easily accommodated him. Billy was still lubed up from an earlier in
the day when he had gotten fucked by Grant, the Home's Director.

"Yeah, you got a nice ass Billy. Come on, you slut, milk my cock with your ass,"
said Colt as he picked up his pace, pounding his dick into the older boy. He
fucked Billy hard, working up a sweat. After five minutes of thrusting in and
out of Billy's ass while verbally abusing him, he felt Billy start to shake
underneath him as the boy had an orgasm from the rough fuck he was receiving.
Since he hadn't cum yet that day, Colt was rapidly approaching his own orgasm.
"Colt, stop," ordered the man. Colt gave one final hard thrust then reluctantly
stopped with his dick buried in Billy's ass. "Get off him," said the man, still
sitting in the chair. Colt reluctantly pulled his cock out of Billy's ass, but
looked down longingly at the stretched and abused hole as it slowly started to
close back up. After Billy was able to clinch it back shut, Colt rolled off of
him and lay back down on the bed.

"Billy, you can leave. I am done with you for tonight. I will punish you next
time for not obeying my order," said the man.
"Yes Sir. Sorry Sir," said Billy as he crawled off the bed. He walked over and
picked up his clothes then pressed the button to open the elevator doors. He
stepped into the elevator, still naked. A few seconds later the door closed,
leaving Colt and the man alone.

Colt lay on the bed wondering what was next. He knew the man was testing him but
he couldn't help himself from pushing back as much as he could without
technically breaking the rules.

"Colt, come over here and sit down," said the man motioning to the chair on the
other side of the table.

"Yes Sir," replied Colt, out of habit as he did as instructed. Colt was
confused, part of him was desperate to defy the man as much as he could, but
another part of him obeyed out of habit. A habit built up over three and half
years of obeying the man.

"Do you like living here Colt?" asked the man in a neutral tone once Colt was
seated.

"Yes Sir, I do. Very much, Sir. Thank you for letting me live here Sir," replied
Colt, afraid all of a sudden that he might have pushed the man too far and
hoping to soothe the man's wounded ego.

"You know, you can ask to leave at any time. Social services will find you a new
place to live, perhaps a foster home or another group home," said the man.

"I know Sir, but I do not wish to leave Sir," said Colt.
"Yet you are unwilling to show me respect or even appreciation for providing you
this refuge," said the man, "Why is that?"
"Sir, I do appreciate what you have provided, but our agreement is that I will
do everything you tell me to do, not that I will like doing it. Sir, I'm sorry
I'm not like Billy. I don't enjoy being ordered around," said Colt. Since one of
the rules was to never lie to the man, Colt hoped that he would appreciate his
honesty.
The man just stared at Colt for a few minutes. He had a thoughtful expression on
his face, as if he was trying to reach a decision. Finally, the man nodded and
said, "You can go Colt, you are done for tonight. But dress before you leave."

"Yes Sir. Thank you Sir," said Colt. He got up and went over to where his
clothes were by the door. He took his time dressing. He actually liked showing
off his body, and thought perhaps that after the tension of the evening, it
might be a good idea to appease the man somewhat. As he pressed the button for
the elevator, he turned back towards the man. "Can I go get one of the other
boys to send in to take care of you tonight Sir?" he asked.

"No Colt, no need for you to do that," replied the man.
"Very well Sir," said Colt. He stepped into the elevator and pressed the button
for the first floor. When the elevator arrived at the first flor and the door
opened, Jonah was standing there waiting. Jonah was currently the youngest
resident of group home. He was eleven years old and had been there for almost a
year. Jonah was about 4'6" and eighty pounds when wet. He had dirty blond hair
and hazel eyes.

"Hey Colt, you done already? I was hoping that you would still be in there and
we'd get to play together. Maybe next time," said Jonah smiling at Colt.
"Were you waiting here long, Jonah?" asked Colt.
"Nope. Billy came and just came and got me. He said you fucked him but didn't
cum yet, so I was thinking maybe, that well, you know," said Jonah, blushing.

Colt reached out and pulled Jonah in for a hug. "What, that he'd have me fuck
you too? No such luck tonight for you kiddo. I have a feeling you're spending
the rest of the night with him," said Colt.
"Well that's good too," said Jonah.
"Maybe I'll come by your room tomorrow morning and ride that tight little ass of
yours though. Would you like that Jonah?" asked Colt as he reached down and
thrust his hand down the back of Jonah's shorts. He ran his finger down Jonah's
crack and then pressed it against Jonah's hole.
"Yeah, that would be awesome Colt," said Jonah as pressed his ass back against
Colt's finger while rubbing his small hand over the bulge in Colt's gym
shorts.

Colt wanted nothing more than to shove Jonah up against the wall and fuck the
boy right there in the hallway, but he figured he done enough to piss off the
Benefactor for one night. He released his hold on Jonah and shoved him into the
elevator. "Don't keep him waiting Jonah. You don't want a spanking do you?"
teased Colt.
Jonah turned back around, reached over to the elevator control panel and pressed
the 'open door' button. He looked up at Colt and smiled. "No, I'd don't like to
get spanked," said Jonah as he continued to hold the button down.

"Sure you don't Jonah," said Colt as he laughed at the little boy's antics. Colt
turned and headed back towards his room. As he walked, he brought the finger
that had been pressed against Jonah's asshole to his mouth and sucked on it,
enjoying the faint taste of the boy's ass. He really needed to get his rocks
off. Between not getting to cum while fucking Billy, and then being teased by
Jonah, he had a serious case of blue balls. He needed to go find Derrick and
fuck the shit out of the boy to get some relief.
***
Colt was awoken by someone shaking his shoulder. At first, he thought it might
be Jonah, anxious for the morning fuck they had talked about last night, so he
was surprised when he opened his eyes and found Roger, the Head of Security,
standing over him. "Get up and get dressed," said Roger in a stern tone.
"What's going on?" asked Colt. After last night's interrogation by the
Benefactor, Colt was a little bit scared.
"I told you to get up and get dressed. That's all you need to know," said Roger
as he walked over, and stood by the door. Roger was an imposing figure. He was
thirty and an ex-marine that had done two tours in Iraq. He stood just over six
feet tall and weighed over two hundred pounds, all of which seemed to be solid
muscle. Roger had also been a former resident of the Home and was privy to all
its secrets.
Colt hadn't ever showered so he still smelled of cum, lube, and stale sweat from
spending several hours fucking Derrick, after having fucked Billy, and also
working out earlier in the evening. Colt had cum twice up Derrick's ass and once
down his throat. Meanwhile Derrick and cum four times while getting fuck. Colt
quickly pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt then put on his shoes, not
bothering with socks. As soon as his shoes were on, Roger opened the door and
held it open for Colt.

Roger was obviously acting as some type of escort this morning, which scared
Colt. As the pair walked through the Home, Roger had his hand around Colt's left
bicep, almost pulling him along. Colt ran the fingers of his right hand through
his hair trying his best to tame it as he worried about what was happening.
Roger led him downstairs and through the waiting room. He opened the door that
led to the hallway of private rooms and held it open for Colt, "First door on
the right," he said almost shoving Colt into the hallway.
Colt had never entered that particular room before. With some trepidation, he
turned the handle and opened the door. Behind the door was a small square room,
perhaps eight feet long and wide. There was a table and two chairs set up in the
middle of the room at a slight angle. On the back wall was a large mirror. The
room looked like a stereotypical police interrogation room from countless movies
and TV shows. Colt entered, crossed the room and sat down in the chair that
mostly faced the door, with his back towards the mirror. Once he was seated,
Roger shut the door.
After about five minutes the door opened again. Roger held it open as a woman in
her late twenties entered. The woman was average height and in decent shape. She
had shoulder length brown hair and blue eyes. She was carrying a leather tote
bag. "I'll be right outside the door if you need me, ma'am," said Roger to
woman.
"Thank you," said the woman. Out of habit, Colt stood up. Proper manners and
etiquette were taught and strictly enforced at the Home. "Colt Thomas?" asked
the woman as she stopped across the table from the boy.
"Yes, ma'am," answered Colt.
The woman held out her hand, "Victoria Jones." Colt shook her hand. She seemed
to pause for a second and Colt noticed that she subtly took a couple of deep
breaths. She then released Colt's hand and sat down. Colt took his seat while
Victoria reached into her bag and pulled out a small video camera and mini
tripod. She quickly and expertly set it up, and within a few seconds had it
recording Colt. She then pulled a legal file and a pen out of her bag and placed
them on the table before setting the bag down next to her. She deftly opened the
file, holding it open with one hand in a manner that allowed her to see the
contents while blocking Colt's view. She ignored Colt for a minute and scribbled
a few notes in the file.
"This is Victoria Jones with the County Office of Social Services, Child Welfare
Division. Today is Monday June 4th, 2012. The time is 9:35 am. I am present with
Colt Thomas, ward of the state, age fourteen. We are in an interview room at the
Conrad Evans Home for Boys. This is the exit interview for Colt Thomas upon his
discharge from the Conrad Evans Home for Boys," said Victoria for the obvious
benefit of the recording.
Colt's mind was racing. He was being kicked out of the Home! What about all the
promises that had been made to him over the years in exchange for letting the
Benefactor use him? Sure, he had spent the last four years in relative luxury,
and attended one of the best private schools in the city, but he had been
promised that when he turned eighteen, he would have all his educational and
living expenses covered while he perused whatever career he chose. Even Roger,
the burly ex-marine, had told him, "You're part of the Conrad Evans Home For
Boys Family, you take care the family and it will take care of you." Yet, here
he was, being kicked out. He felt betrayed, deceived, and angry. 'What is going
to happen to me now? Where am I going to be sent?' he wondered.
"Colt, you were placed here when you were ten, is that correct?" asked Victoria.
"Yes," he replied.
"And before, that were did you live?" she asked.
"Another group home, I don't remember its name," he answered.
"The Alternative Resources Group Home was the name," she said after glancing at
the file.
"Why are you asking me questions if you already have the answers in that file?"
asked Colt, directing his anger over being kicked out of the Home at the only
outlet currently available.
"Just testing your memory and willingness to answer my questions honestly," she
said. "It is important that you answer these questions truthfully. Will you do
that for me Colt, will you give me honest answers?" said the woman, looking him
directly in the eyes as she spoke.

Colt looked away, "yeah, I can do that," he said even though he didn't yet know
if he wanted to tell the truth or not.
"Overall, how was your time at the ARG Home?" she asked.
That was an easy question to answer honestly for Colt. "Bad. The boys there were
bullies, drug addicts and criminals," remembered Colt. While they never did
anything beyond pushing him around and insulting him, Colt lived had spent two
years in constant fear that what he saw happening to some of the other boys
would eventually happen to him. Little did he realize at the time, but he would
eventually submit, voluntarily, to almost everything he witnessed happening
there.
"Do you remember where you lived before the ARG Home?" asked Victoria.
"Yes, with a foster family, the Matthews," answered Colt.
"Did you like living with them?" she asked.
"Yes, they were very nice to me. They treated me like their own son. I felt safe
there. I even had an older brother for a few years when   I was younger. His
name was Willy, but he died when I was five," replied Colt. He had to struggle
to hold back his tears. It had been many years since he had thought about Willy.
Colt had been very close to his older foster brother.
"Why did you get moved to the group home?" asked Victoria.
Colt got angry, surely all of this was in his file. It was easier for him to
feel anger than it was to let himself feel sad. Why was she dragging up all
these old painful memories? Colt took a minute to compose himself before
answering, "Mr. Matthews got sick, cancer I think. They couldn't care for a kid
and deal with his illness at the same time. It was too much for them, so they
gave me back to the state."
"At least you had a few years of a normal childhood. I won't bother ask you any
questions about your mother or father. I see here in the file that you were
dropped off anonymously at a hospital a couple days after you were born under
the state's safe haven law," said Victoria.

"Gee, thanks," said Colt as he rolled his eyes and shook his head at the social
worker's 'kindness'.
"So Colt, how would you describe your time here? You have been here about four
years?" asked the social worker.
"Yeah, four years. It's been okay, I guess," answered Colt.
"Did they treat you well? Give you enough food? I know the Home has an
arrangement with The Conrad Evans Academy. It is one of the most expensive and
exclusive private schools in the country, so you have been receiving a top notch
education," said Victoria as she skimmed through Colt's file.
"Yes, all of us orphans get to attend to the same school as the kids of the rich
elite. It's just awesome," said Colt, his contempt for the woman spill out. She
seemed to be clueless.
"Colt, you didn't answer my question about how you were treated here," said the
woman, ignoring Colt's attitude.
Colt paused and thought about his options. Could he reveal the truth? Would this
woman believe him? Could it be that easy, just tell her the truth about what was
going on here and he would be able to get back at the Benefactor for kicking him
out?

"Well?" asked Victoria, trying to prod Colt to answer the question.
"This is probably the best living arrangement someone like me could hope for,"
said Colt. Even after the horrible session last night with the benefactor, Colt
realized he didn't want bring this place down. He loved the rest residents too
much. Since Willy died, they were the closest thing he had to brothers. They
were as much his family as the Matthews had been. He knew they all loved living
here and he regardless of what might happen to him he couldn't destroy their
lives.

"Okay Colt, these next few questions are a little sensitive but the department
requires that we verify you were not abused while in the care of this facility.
Where you ever abused here in any way, physically, sexually, or emotionally?"
she asked.
"No, they never abused me in any way," he answered. He felt he was being
truthful with that answer. He may not have enjoyed everything that was done to
him but never felt that anyone abused him, although the mind fuck the master had
pulled on him last night was close.
"Have any of the staff or anyone else here touched your inappropriately? And by
that I mean touched your genitals," asked the woman.
"No," Colt lied. He had exchanged countless blowjobs with the staff over the
years and had fucked most of them, multiple times. All the staff were eager to
touch is genitals and had done almost daily.
"Did any of the other boys hurt you?" asked Victoria.
"No," he lied again. Colt had been painfully fucked by other residents many
times between the ages of ten and twelve, always in the presence and at the
direction of the benefactor. The benefactor had also spanked and flogged him a
few times over the years in addition to fucking him.
"Have you ever had sex with any of the other residents?" she said.
'Just last night I pretty much fucked the shit out of a twelve year old resident
after fucking another resident earlier in the evening' he thought to himself as
he lied and answered, "No."
"Overall do you believe this Home is a healthy environment for boys such as
yourself?" asked Victoria.
"Yes," he answered truthfully. The reality that he was being kicked out of the
Home finally overwhelmed Colt. 'Why couldn't I just pretend I enjoyed being the
man's plaything? All the other boys didn't seem to have a problem being
submissive, why did I have to ruin it by being so stubborn,' Colt thought as he
started to cry.
"Colt, why are you crying?" asked Victoria.
"Cause I don't want to leave," said Colt, his tough guy facade finally
dissolving.
Victoria remained silent as she made a couple notes in the file, then signed her
name. She reached over and turned off the camera. "Well you are being officially
discharged from the Home and there is nothing I can do about that," she said.
She put the camera back in the bag, then added the file. She stood up and walked
over to the door. "Good luck Colt, I am sure you will be fine and everything
will work out for you."
"No it won't, my life is over," said Colt between sobs.
Victoria already had her hand on the door when she turned back and said, "No
Colt, your new life with your father is just beginning." She then opened the
door. Standing outside the door was the Benefactor. "Colt, this is your new
father, Conrad Evans the Fourth."
"My father? What the fuck!" exclaimed Colt, the shock of Victoria's statement
causing him to instantly stop sobbing.
"Please son, watch your language, there is a lady present. I will explain
everything in just a moment," said the man. He turned and gave Victoria a quick
hug, "Thank you Vicky, for everything you have done for Colt. Remember, if you
ever need anything just give me or Robbie a call."
"It was my pleasure Sir. Goodbye Colt, goodbye Sir," said Victoria. She turned
stared at Colt for several moments. She had a weird look that seemed to be a mix
of sadness and pride. When she turned to leave, Colt noticed that her eyes were
starting to tear up.
"Colt, please follow me to my office and I will try to answer some of the
questions you must have," said Conrad.
The man led Colt back through the waiting room and into the office on the other
side. Once inside the office, Conrad directed Colt to take a seat in front of a
large wood desk that had a black glass top. Conrad then walked around and made
himself comfortable in the plush leather chair behind the desk. He touched a
button on the side of the desk near him and the shades on the window behind the
desk closed. He then opened one of the drawers and removed a file.
"What's going on?" asked Colt.
"Officially, I am legally adopting you. My attorney and Victoria will finalize
all the paperwork with the Court later today," explained Conrad.
"Oh, for a minute I thought you might be my real father," said Colt.
The man removed a piece of paper from the file and slide it across the desk to
Colt. "Before you ask, yes, you are Subject A and I am Subject B," he said with
a smug self-satisfied smile.
Colt quickly scanned the piece of paper. It was a letter from a DNA testing lab
that confirmed that there was a 99.9999% likelihood that Subject B was the
father of Subject A. Colt noticed that the letter was dated January 28th, 1998;
just two weeks after he was born. "Do you know who my mother is?" he asked.
"Yes, I do. You just met her, that nice young woman, Victoria. She was only
fifteen at the time, a resident of the Conrad Evans Group Home for Girls. I
think you can understand that your true parentage is something that needs to
remain private," said the man.
"Does she know?" asked Colt.
"Yes," answered Conrad. "If you want to develop a relationship with her, I am
sure she would be amiable to that."
Colt set the letter down and slump back in his chair. He was in a state of
shock, realizing that his whole life was a lie.
Conrad tried to give the boy a reassuring smile, "I guess it would be easiest to
start at the beginning. Our legacy began with our ancestor, Conrad Evans. He was
already fairly wealthy upon reaching manhood, having been set up in business by
his grandfather, who could, uncharitably, be described as a Civil War era war
profiteer. Conrad was able to further increase his personal fortune by investing
in the rapid industrialization of the country at the turn of the century.
Perhaps, hoping to give back to society and make up for his grandfather, Conrad
was charitable inclined and founded many charitable organizations, including the
school you go to, as well as a home for orphans. When the government started
getting more aggressive with the income tax during World War I, he took
advantage of the charitable deduction and increased his giving to his charities.
"Fortunately, Conrad was always a savvy investor and recognized that the stock
market in the late twenties was a bubble; he got out well before the crash. When
the Great Depression hit, he devoted even more money to charity. Unfortunately
when he died, there was a nasty family squabble between my grandfather, Conrad
Evans Junior and his siblings. Eventually, Junior got control over the bulk of
the family fortune, which was set up in a dynasty trust for his heirs and a
trust that supported the many charities that his father had founded.
"Your great-grandfather was a bit of an eccentric. He was still single when his
father died, but he already had sired numerous children out of wedlock with
women of little morals and even less money. When Conrad Senior was alive, he saw
to it that these unwed mothers and their children received assistance from his
charities. When Junior took over his father's estate, Junior continued and
expanded on the tradition of using the charities to look after his brood. Having
fought with his own siblings over the family wealth, Junior saw to it that he
had only one legal heir when he died. He never married, but he adopted an orphan
boy from the Conrad Evans Orphanage that he had sired. The boy was in the
orphanage because his mother had died in childbirth. I believe my father's birth
name was Aaron Richards. By the way, my birth name was William Colton, but upon
turning eighteen I had it legally changed to Conrad Evans.

"Anyway, when my grandfather died, most of his own accumulated personal wealth
was left to the Conrad Evans Family Foundation, in order to prevent the
government from getting any of it by way of the estate tax. He did also leave
some additional money in another dynasty trust, but it is small in comparison to
the trust established by Conrad Evans Senior," explained Conrad.
"What happened to your father?" asked Colt.
"He is very elderly and in poor health. He is bed-ridden but is receiving the
best care money can provide at our family's estate," said Conrad.

"Who started the tradition of turning the group home into a harem?" asked Colt.
"Please, harem sounds so, third world. The Homes as currently structured grew
out of the old orphanage and were set up by my father. I have no idea if my
grandfather visited the orphanage and used it this way, but I do know that my
father was responsible for turning quite a few residents of the Conrad Evans
Group Home for Girl into teen mothers. I have just taken it a step further,"
said Conrad.
"So how many of the boys in the Home are my brothers? asked Colt.
"All of them," answered the man smiling. "When I was a little older than you are
now, my father adopted me, making me his heir. The way he told me was a little
less dramatic, but than those were simpler times before the media, society, and
most importantly, the authorities paid as much attention to what was happening
in facilities like this. After spending a couple years learning how everything
was run, I realized that it could be run more efficiently and that more of the
money set aside for 'charity' could be used to support our family and also
satisfy my needs," said Conrad.
"uh Dad, what would have happened if I had told Victoria the truth about what
was going on here instead of lying?" asked Colt.
Conrad laughed and smirked at him, "Well Colt, if your answers had threatened
what I have created here, I would have been forced to go with plan B," said
Conrad.

"Plan B?" inquired Colt.
"One moment," said Conrad. He touched another button on the side of desk and a
keyboard lit up on the glass desktop. He typed a few commands, then placed his
hand next to the keyboard and a light from under the glass scanned his palm. The
man then read a nonsensical sentence that appeared on the glass. He then pressed
another button on the desk and a panel on the wall slide down revealing a large
flat screen TV. He nodded at the TV as he opened a video file labeled 'Plan
B'.

The video showed Roger sitting in the interview room with his back to the
mirror. 'So there was a camera behind behind the mirror,' thought Colt.  Across
the table from Roger sat Derrick. The sound of Derrick crying came from speakers
hidden in the ceiling of the office. The date and time stamp on the video
indicted that it had been recorded about a half hour before Roger had woken Colt
up this morning. "So Derrick, what was it you wanted to report to me?" asked
Roger.
"Last night, (sob), Colt came into my room ,after curfew and, (sniffle), he
forced me to do things with him," said Derrick through tears. Colt's stomach
knotted up as he saw the pain in Derrick's expression.

"I know this is hard Derrick, but you need to honestly tell me what happened
last night. What kind of things did Colt make you do?" asked Roger.

"Sex things, (crying), I said no and tried to push him away, but he beat me when
I refused, (sobbing), then he stuck his thing in my mouth and then, (crying), he
stuck it in my butt," wept Derrick.

Conrad closed the video. "He is quite the little actor isn't he? If you had
caused any problems this morning, Roger would have called the authorities. A
doctor would have examined Derrick and would have documented the bruises on the
boys arms and ass as well as the abuse to his poor tiny asshole. The sperm
present in Derrick's ass this morning would certainly have been a DNA match with
you. Fortunately you and Derrick have different mothers, unlike Sam and Mac.
Additionally the video from the hallway security cameras showing you entering
and exiting Derrick's room last night would have helped confirm Derrick's story.
The rest of the boys would be questioned, and all of them would deny your
account of what was happening here. The authorities would believe that you were
attempting to cover up your own crimes by slandering this well respected
institution. I expect you would have end up in juvenile hall until you were at
least eighteen and depending on how vindictive I was feeling, maybe even a few
years in adult prison after that.
"I am not stupid or naive Colt. I would not risk everything my family and I have
built up over all these years on the decisions of one stubborn and rebellious
boy. Now, I have a question for you, why didn't you tell the truth?" asked
Conrad.
Colt was quiet for a minute as he thought about his answer. For the last four
years the rules that had been drilled into his head were that he was to do
everything the man asked, always address him as Sir or Master, and never lie to
him. Did the rules still apply now that he was adopting him? Colt had already
addressed him as 'Dad' without the man saying anything. So Colt broke another
rule and lied to him, "I guess I take after my father. I'm not stupid or naive.
I realized that someone that was responsible for all of this, wouldn't let it be
ruined so easily. So what happens now?" asked Colt.
"Well for now, we are going to tell your brothers that you have been selected to
enter a mentorship program sponsored by the Conrad Evans Family Foundation, and
that, if you are successful, you will one day be in charge of running this
facility. You are not to mention anything about your adoption yet, nor are you
to reveal the truth about our biological relationship with each other or the
rest of the boys. Roger and a few other select individuals know the truth, but I
trust their discretion on the matter. Over the next few years, you will learn
the in's and out's of the family legacy, but for now, your initial focus should
be on learning how the Home works and how to bend your siblings to your will.
Part of that includes mentoring your first new resident," said Conrad.

He opened the desk draw and pulled out a small flash memory token. He slid it
across the desk to Colt. "His name is Logan. Ten years old and very cute. He
arrives this afternoon. Take some time to review his file before he gets here.
You will be completely in charge of breaking him in. You will also be in charge
of the place for a week while I am away on vacation," said Conrad.

"Oh yea, today is when you are taking Sam and Mac on vacation. They have spent
the last week trying to guess where they might be going. So far they don't have
a clue" said Colt.
"Good. I'm sure they will have a fun time. You would normally be next in line
for a vacation, but with your new role here, you will be happy to know that you
will be coming along on all the future vacations, but just not this one. I
figured it would be a good opportunity for you to stay here and settle into your
new role without having to be in my shadow for a few days. Now, you should go
grab some breakfast and maybe take a shower, you stink. Grant will be calling a
meeting in a few minutes to explain the new arrangement to your brothers. When I
get back, we can start going over more of the details of how everything works
behind the scenes," said Conrad. He turned off the computer then walked over to
the door, waiting for Colt. Colt got up and followed his father to the door.

Conrad Evans the Fourth held out his arms towards Colt. After a moment of
hesitation, Colt stepped forward and embraced his father in a hug. "Welcome to
the Evans family Colt, don't make me regret choosing you. You are not the first
boy I tried to prepare for leadership, but you are the first one I deemed worthy
enough to take a risk on. Your legacy is not yet assured though, I can always
right you out of my Will, so do not disappoint me," said his father.