Date: Tue, 3 Feb 2009 23:28:17 -0500
From: Jeff A <parrafan@ureach.com>
Subject: Out Of The Frying Pan

Out Of The Frying Pan

a story by parrafan

Author's note: The original idea for this story is not mine. I
admit that up front. I don't know whose it is, and if only I
could have found that story I wouldn't have needed to write this
one. It has been on my mind for some time, and this is the only
way to get it off. So if you are the original author, my
apologies. If you have the original story, please forward it to
me. If none of the above applies to you and you're just here for
a good read, I hope this fits the bill.

Disclaimer. You know the drill: It's all made up, no minors
allowed, no animals harmed, carbon-neutral, don't try this at
home, yadda yadda yadda.

Thanks: To Trey for proof-reading. And for everything else.

* * *

Out of the Frying Pan

Vince Hanforth was your typical early 40's bachelor - he owned
his own townhouse in a gated community; he had a job in I.T.; he
dated women from time to time who were only too glad to put out,
in the hope of landing him; and he harboured a deep, secret
desire.

Sadly, that desire was not a noble one, such as high political
office to serve his fellow man. Nor was it a fanciful one: a
lottery win followed by the purchase of his own private island
in the Caribbean. Vince's desire was carnal, perverse and
sadistic. He had known about it for quite some time, and like a
psychic cancer it had been eating away at his soul. Vince's
desire was for his two nephews. In the worst way.

The seeds of Vince's perverse desire were planted two years ago,
at (of all places) a family picnic. Quite a large number of his
relations, and their partners and children, had attended. One of
the parents of a rambunctious 6 year old had allowed her son to
bring his water gun to the picnic. After lunch, the older
children had taken out a football and made up an impromptu game,
out of earshot of the dozing adults. The younger children, about
seven of them below the age of 10, were playing a variant of
hide-and-seek, only instead of tagging or capturing the hiding
player, they were squirted with the water gun instead. As this
inevitably led to wet clothes, one of the mothers suggested that
they could all run around naked. "After all, where's the harm?
It's a fine day, they're only children," she said. As there were
no other picnickers nearby who might be distressed by the sight
of naked children enjoying themselves, the other parents agreed.

As a result, while the older teens were playing ball, the
younger children were all scampering around in their birthday
suits, screaming, laughing, getting squirted with the water gun
and generally having an uproarious time.

The only boys among the younger group were the 6 year old who
owned the water gun, and Vince's two nephews, David and Blake,
aged 8 and 10. Initially, Blake had tried to beg off, believing
himself too old to run around naked like a little kid, but as
soon as he saw what a good time his younger brother David was
having, and how much fun it was to squirt his girl cousins, he
quickly stripped off and joined in.

Naked girls held no interest for Vince. And the six year old
owner of the water gun turned him off right away with his
constant screaming. No, it was Blake and David that Vince kept
glancing at surreptitiously. Little bottoms jiggling when they
ran. Little penises flopping about. Small brown nipples. Tight
little scrotums holding deliciously succulent balls. Vince
decided, there and then, that he would have them. Somehow get
them away from their parents, seduce their minds, rape their
bodies, do whatever he could think of to satisfy his burgeoning
lusts.

Vince was a patient man. And a cunning one. He thought about his
problem over the following months, in fact for the next two
years, refining and reshaping the details of a plan that met his
needs. Step one was to take place in just a few days.

* * *

Some people say that the Internet can be a very dangerous tool.
Those people probably had a bad experience with somebody like
Vince. Being in I.T., it was not too difficult for him to
discover which investment company looked after his
brother-in-law's finances. Leo, the father of Blake and David,
was a hard worker who placed a little too much trust in his
advisors.  Leo had no head for money himself, and relied on
others to tell him how to invest it. Unfortunately, this made
his savings an easy target for Vince, who was able to make all
of Leo's money disappear by a string of awful stock market
decisions seemingly made by Leo's brokers, but actually made by
the secret instructions Vince's computer sent to the brokers'
computers.

Money gone, wife Meagan (Vince's sister) hospitalised from
stress, Leo grabbed at the first lifeline he could: again, it
was a plant from Vince, but not one that could in any way   be
traced back to him. Vince simply deleted all of Leo's e-mails
except one, a flyer with the catchy title "Facing Financial
Ruin? Let Us Help".

Now, although Leo was no wizard when it came to money, he was
still an adult, and he could smell a scam just as easily as the
rest of the grown-up population. But summer holidays were just
around the corner - he had two boys, now aged 10 and 12, to look
after while his wife was in a (very expensive) clinic; he had no
money, thanks to some inexplicably bad investments his brokers
had made, and his debts were beginning to mount; and he still
had to go to work each day to keep some bread on the table. The
e-mail was - well, a godsend.

Facing Financial Ruin? Let Us Help!

Need some cash right now? Would $20,000 help
you get through the next couple of months?
Kids a short-term problem?
We have an elegant solution tailored just for you.
We are a reputable university-approved research
organisation which needs subjects for our upcoming
child-centred advertising campaign. Let us
entertain your children for the summer - they'll
be participating in important market research, you'll
be paid a handsome retainer for their services, and
society will benefit from accurately-positioned product
placement! Don't delay! Call 1900-324-5342 now!

Leo's brain, under ordinary circumstances, would have sounded
alarm bells and raised red flags several times during his
reading of this email, but these were not ordinary
circumstances. All he could see were the sum of money (to pay
his wife's medical bills) and the safe (and socially beneficial)
sequestration of his two children for the summer - the fact that
it was "university-approved" was a bonus.

Leo wasted no time in telephoning the number, and arranging a
meeting with the helpful consultant who answered. It had taken
Vince a few months to find an organisation that conducted
child-sex slavery, but where there's a will...

* * *

"Uncle Vince!" Blake shouted, rushing across the room to fall
into his uncle's arms, clinging desperately to his waist.

"Shhh!" Vince cautioned, revelling in the boy's affection. "You
mustn't let them know that I know you! Just act like I'm...some
guy. I think they've got hidden cameras...in the ceiling,
maybe."

"Have...have you come to...rescue me, Uncle?" Blake whispered
tentatively.

"Well, we need to have a talk about that. I only just learned
yesterday where you were," Vince consoled the boy with a lie.
Actually, Vince had known where the boy was every minute of
every day since the day his father handed him over. But he
needed to hear from Blake himself how much he had learned of the
running of the brothel. Because in effect, that's what it was. A
high-class brothel, providing boys to clients for money. The
research angle was a complete sham.

"So, what's this thing on your wrist, then?" Vince asked, trying
to act the role of the concerned uncle. In fact, he knew exactly
what the bracelet signified. All of the boys at the facility
("Everland Ranch" it called itself) wore a band on their right
wrist to indicate to clients what was permitted with that boy.
The first level was white, the colour of Blake's bracelet. At
the white level, the boy was allowed to wear a pair of shorts
and a t-shirt, and was expected to use only their hands with
clients, and be touched by hands only.

"It means I have to...touch your...uh, penis. And you are
allowed to touch mine", Blake admitted softly with eyes
downcast.

Vince feigned a look of concern. "Well, I certainly don't want
to get you into trouble, Blake - maybe you should...um, just to
make things look good, in case anybody is monitoring us with the
camera..."

Blake dropped his head, and reached for Vince's zipper. He
pulled it down and fished around inside the man's pants for his
organ, which he pulled through the opening.

"Just play with it a bit, you know, like as if I was...one of
the regular...guys", Vince counselled, sighing as his nephew
half-heartedly fondled his cock. "Should I be playing with
yours?"

"The other men did, so...I guess", Blake replied listlessly,
doing nothing to assist his uncle in getting at his little
package.

"Have you had to...visit with...many men so far?" Vince asked,
even though he knew precisely, down to the last detail, what the
boy had been subjected to.

"Some" was all Blake would say, although Vince knew Blake had
already jacked off seven men, three of whom had returned the
favour to the boy. "Can you please take me home, Uncle?
Please?", Blake asked plaintively.

"Well, Blake, it took me a while to find where you were, and,
uh, I'm sure you've figured out it's hard to get in here, and
even harder to get out. But now that I've found you, I'm
exploring every avenue to rescue you - you've just got to hang
tight, my boy. Er, should I be playing with your penis now? Just
to make it look good for the cameras, I mean?"

Blake shrugged and opened his legs wider, to allow Vince's hand
to slide under the generous legband of his shorts. "Did other
men do this to you?" Vince asked, trying to get the boy more
involved in his debauchery.

Blake shrugged indifferently. "Some", he conceded.

"Did they rub your penis like this?" he asked, feigning
solicitude, "or more like this?", changing strokes with the
boy's cock that he was finally touching after all those months
of scheming.

Blake nodded slightly, seemingly not caring to remember how some
of his visitors had rubbed his dick until he thought it was
going to catch fire and explode. "I guess like that, Uncle," he
eventually replied.

Vince worked Blake's dick to stiffness and continued his
'concerned' act. "David is here too, isn't he? Do you get to see
him much? Is he okay?"

Blake brightened at this, and spread his legs a little wider as
his uncle caressed his little stiffie. "He's alright. I see him
at mealtimes, sometimes. He's already a Yellow - he tried to
fight a man that wanted to...you know, touch him, so they
dropped him down a level", Blake added, sounding quite proud of
his younger brother's spirit.

"What' a 'yellow'?," Vince asked, pretending ignorance.

Blake frowned. "That's the next level after White. It means you
get less clothes to wear, and the..uh, men who visit can...make
you...uh, suck them"

"Suck their penis?" Vince asked, even though he knew very well
what Yellow entailed. He just wanted to degrade the boy.

"Yeah. And if the man wants, you even have to put your
tongue...uh, in his...crack, as well", Blake concluded,
embarrassed at having to explain such a horrible thing to his
uncle.

"My goodness", Vince exclaimed. "I'd better try to see him right
away, to see if he's okay, and tell him I'm on the case."

Blake brightened. "You mean- you really will get us out of here?
For true?" Even the boy's hand motion on Vince's cock sped up at
this new piece of information.

"Well, that's what I'm here for, my darling boy - as soon as I
found out you were in here, I wanted to get you out, you and
your brother. But you have to play along with ...er, the people
here, for now, try not to get in trouble, until I can make a
plan, okay?"

"O-okay, Uncle", Blake whispered. "Do you want me to bring you
off now? I mean, to make it look good?" he added, glancing up
towards the ceiling.

Vince smiled, a satisfied smile. "Good idea, darling. Use both
hands, and work my cock up and down, that's the boy. You never
know who might be watching, and we have to make them think I'm
just another...visitor. Ohhh, yes, that's the way, mmm, good..."

With a final groan, Vince's semen oozed out onto Blake's little
hands in three slimy dollops. He couldn't tell whether he had
brought the boy off as well - plenty of time for that later.
Blake blushed as he licked his hands clean with his tiny pink
tongue, as he had been shown to do.

"You have to do that as well? Eat the man's juice?" Vince
prompted, even though he expected it.

"Yes, Uncle. They told me if I don't do it, I could go down a
colour right away, just for not eating it only one time. Some of
the men I've...uh, had so far, their sperms were, ugh,
really...gross. Uh, yours is okay, but," he added.

"Well, Blake, keep your spirits up - try to stay cheerful; I'm
trying to get you out of here as fast as I can, you and your
brother. But I can't just walk you both out the front gate, you
know, with all the guards and stuff. But I'll go see David, tell
him what we're going to do, you know. So, hang in there, kiddo,
I love you, and your brother, and I'm going to get you out of
here. Count on it!"

With a great sob, Blake threw his arms around Vince's neck
again, and hugged the man that he had just jacked off. "Oh,
thank you, Uncle Vince, I love you too. Please hurry, it's just
awful here. Some of the men..."

Vince patted the boy's rump and ran a hand up his back under his
t-shirt. "I know, darling, I know. You and David are my number
one priorities". Saying this, he kissed his nephew on the lips,
which surprised the boy, but Vince whispered "Remember the
cameras are everywhere", so the boy cautiously returned his
uncle's ardour, innocently believing in his bogus rescuer.

"Okay, gotta go, Blake. I'll say 'Hi!' to David for you," Vince
said, and left his nephew alone in the consultation room.

* * *

Vince returned to Reception, where he immediately paid for
another 'consultation', this time with David. It was no great
acting job for Vince to pretend he was an exploiter of children:
that's what he was. He saw no ethical problem in the existence
of such a place as Everland Ranch - hey, it met a need and made
money.

After a few minutes' wait in another consultation room, Vince
heard his younger nephew David softly knock on the door, and let
himself in. Seeing his uncle, the boy's eyes lit up and he ran
across the room to the man's waiting arms. Vince's eyes also
widened, seeing what his nephew was wearing. He already knew
that boys in the yellow division had less clothing, but knowing
and seeing were two different things: the only items David had
on (apart from his yellow bracelet) were a yellow mesh top that
barely came to his navel, and a matching frilly yellow g-string
with a tiny pouch for his cock and balls.

"Oh, Uncle Vince, thank god you're here! It's been...awful, this
place is...the stuff they make us do!" David's words tumbled out
as he sobbed on his uncle's chest. Vince reached a hand down to
the boy's bare butt to support him, and cop a feel at the same
time. His other hand ruffled the boy's hair and stroked up and
down his back.

Easing the boy off him, Vince started to undress. David's eyes
went wide as he saw Vince undo his trousers and let them fall.
"What...what are you doing, Uncle?" the child whispered
fearfully.

Clad only in his underwear, Vince sat back down on the couch and
beckoned his nephew to resume his embrace. Folding his arms
around the boy (and returning his hand to David's bottom) Vince
started to explain patiently what he had already discussed with
the boy's older brother.

"I'm glad to see you, too, my darling boy - real glad. I just
got done talking to Blake, and he said to say 'Hi!'. He misses
you too. He told me you were on Yellow level already?"

David dropped his head in shame. "I couldn't help it, Uncle. I
didn't mean to be bad, but...this man, he...he put his hand
somewhere he didn't oughtta, and I whacked him one in the face!"

"Good for you!" Vince complimented. "But, you know, you have to
follow the rules here, and stay out of trouble for a while..."

David's face paled. "You mean...I thought...when I saw you- I
thought you were taking me back home! Today! Now!" The boy began
to cry. Big hot tears rolled down his freckled face, his chest
heaving.

"Oh, darling, I wish I could", Vince sighed, although he knew it
was only a matter of money - money he possessed in ample
quantity. No, it suited Vince for the boys to stay in the
boy-sex facility a little longer - until they had learned some
valuable lessons. "I'm working on a plan to get you and your
brother out of here, but it will take time, and while I'm
arranging things, I need you to be the best-behaved boy you can
be. Now, tell me exactly, how did you come to be dropped to
Yellow so fast?"

Lying in his uncle's arms, David felt secure enough to tell the
whole story. "We have to do naughty things here, Uncle - really
bad things. They send us to be with men, and I had to hold this
man's penis and play with it, I've done that a few times, it's
really gross but I got used to it. Only this one man, he- he put
his hands in my pants and...grabbed my balls and...squeezed
really hard...and it hurt...so I hit him, to make him stop, And
then he told on me! He said I hit him for nothing!

Vince patted the boy's bottom to comfort him. "So now you're at
Yellow level. Do you know what that means?"

David nodded shyly.

"Can you tell me?" Vince cajoled.

"It means...if a man wants to put his penis in my mouth...he's
allowed to. And then I have to...kind of...suck on it."

"And have you had to do that yet?" Vince pressed.

David shook his head in the negative. "Not yet. Uh, not here,
anyway. Don't tell Mom or Dad, but Blake did it to me once, but
I never did it back to him...I was...uh, scared."

"Well, you know what will happen to you here if you have to suck
a man's penis and he complains...jeez, if only you'd had some
practice - on Blake maybe, or..."

David's face lightened a little. "Can I...practice on you,
Uncle? Would that be alright?"

Vince pulled his underpants down, allowing his dick to spring
up. "Well, I guess so, David - always glad to help my nephew!
Try getting your mouth around the head, that's the way...good
boy...oh, darling, that feels wonderful...let some more slide
in, mmm...you're doing great, David. Look, just sit up for a
moment"

The boy slid his mouth off his uncle's cock with a little pop!
and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. "Yes, Uncle?" he
asked innocently.

"That wasn't too bad for a first attempt," Vince praised the
boy. "But there are a few things you might do to improve your
performance. How did it feel to have my cock in your mouth?"

David blushed and conceded it was okay.

"Were you doing it like Blake did to you, or did you make up
your own way?" Vince was trying to get the boy interested in
talking and thinking about sex, not just making it a mindless
burdensome chore.

"I, uh, kinda remembered what Blake did to me," he eventually
decided.

"Okay, that's fine, it's a good place to start. Lie back now
honey, and I'll take that g-string off you and show you a few
things." Before David could protest, his uncle had gently pushed
him back on the couch, stripped the g-string down and off his
hips and spread his knees open. "Now, a cock is very sensitive
here-" Vince grasped the boy's little pecker and rubbed his
thumb on the knob "-and also here-" he slid his finger along the
underside of the boy's stiffening shaft. "Your balls are also a
sensitive spot too, David, as I'm sure you already know," he
added, rolling his nephew's nuts around in his little scrotum.

Vince leaned in for a closer look. "So, when you're going to
suck dick, like I'm afraid you will be doing a lot in the next
few days, make sure you look after all the good places." Saying
this, Vince swallowed his young nephew's cock for the first
time, as he had dreamed of so often in the last couple of years.

"See how good that makes you feel?" Vince asked the boy, taking
his mouth off the little cock for a moment. "That's what you've
got to make the man feel, if you don't want to go down another
colour level. And don't just stop there, either," he added,
lifting the boy's legs and diving into his asscrack. Vince's
fleshy tongue slobbered all around the boy's anus while David
writhed and moaned from the strange but exciting sensations.

Vince sat up for a breather. "Now your turn, David - show me how
well you watched what I did." He pulled the boy's head downwards
gently, but the boy was already leaning in. "That's the way,
son, yesss, you got it, right in there - don't forget my balls,
mmm." Even though he had ejaculated on Blake's fingers half an
hour beforehand, Vince managed to squirt another burst into
David's mouth.

"All right! Well done! You got a load out of me, excellent,
kiddo!" he praised the boy. Now make sure you lick it all up,
there's a good boy. And I'll be back to visit you soon as I can.
Meanwhile, I'm working night and day to get you and your brother
out of here."

The distraught boy grimaced as he struggled to swallow the
mouthful of cum. "Can't ...ugh...can't you go to the police, or
something?" he pleaded, his pink tongue still showing white
streaks of Vince's goo.

"Wouldn't do any good," Vince lied, pulling the boy in close to
himself and groping his little package. "The Police run this
camp. Most of the boys here are juvenile offenders. A few are
runaways. Maybe a couple are orphans, I guess. Some, like you
and Blake, just got caught up in the whole mess. I'll know more
the next time I come, in a few days. While I'm gone, you be a
good boy, and do what you're told, okay?" He gave the boy's cock
a few last squeezes and strokes, then stood up and dressed.

* * *

Back at Reception again, Vince made a few arrangements with the
staff person (whose badge identified him as "Chris") for his
next visit. "Man, those two kids were great, just great," he
enthused, still trying to pass himself off as an unrelated
visitor.

"David and Blake? Yeah, they're a coupla real popular kids. A
lotta guys have been asking for 'em special. They're not too
used up yet. I even broke the older one in myself when he first
came here."

Vince was surprised. "Is that right? So, the staff here can, uh,
interact with the boys?"

Chris, a man in his early 20's with a lifeguard physique, smiled
broadly. "Sure. Some of the clients even pay us extra to do a
kid while they watch. They can't get it up themselves, so they
pick out a kid and sit in the room with us, calling out
suggestions, while we have fun with the kid. Most boys really
hate it! And when the boys go down a colour, naturally one of us
has to show them the ropes, otherwise they go right through to
the bottom level too quick."

"Bottom level?" Vince asked.

The young man favoured Vince with a conspirator's leer. "You
remember that concrete blockhouse you passed on the way in?"

"The one where they keep guard dogs, from the sounds of it,
yeah," Vince replied.

"Yeah. Well, the dogs get let out at night, of course. Best
guards we got! But in the daytime...well, let's just say that a
boy who goes all the way down to Black gets to visit with the
dogs personally...and they don't come back."

"My god!" Vince blurted out. "That's...pretty final, isn't it?"

"All the boys know what happens in the blockhouse. Gotta have
something to keep them in line, huh?"

Vince nodded, frowning. "So, er, what's the going rate? What if
I want to buy a kid- or two?"

"Depends which ones. The all cost different amounts. Hey, I bet
you're thinking of those two you visited today - Blake and
David. I'm taking the younger one - David - tonight after work
for a couple hours of 'relaxation'. I like 'em feisty! Man, I'm
looking forward to having that cute little face of his jammed in
between my buttcheeks! He's gonna get his tongue up my asshole
or I'll drop him down another colour! Then he's gonna suck me
dry! After that, there's four other guards that want him."

Vince chuckled. "Yeah, he's sure cute - so how much?"

The young man tapped a few keys on his console. "Hmm...machine's
showing we advanced their old man twenty grand each for 'em. Add
on our fifty percent handling fee...comes to...sixty large. Damn
- their dad looks like he needed that money real bad!"

Vince's eyes widened. "You've got a picture of Le- of the boys'
father?"

"Picture? We got a whole damned movie of him. Call it our
insurance policy. Take a look," he added, swinging the monitor
around to allow Vince a better view. Sure enough, there was Leo,
discussing the deal and accepting a bulky envelope.

"Is there any way to, er, get a copy of that? And does it have
sound?"

"My friend, with money you can get anything you want around
here...all it takes is 'enough'," the reception guy quipped. "I
can even get you movies of yourself playing with your two little
sextoys this afternoon. Pay extra, and you get exclusive rights
over the footage. I can make it so your little friends stay
relatively untouched, or...get plenty of experience. If you pay
enough, you can even put them down a colour...or two."

Vince thought quickly. "Okay. Here's what I want," he began,
pulling out his wallet.

* * *

A few days working in a brothel can wreak a lot of changes in a
boy - especially when his uncle has paid the management a
handsome amount in furtherance of his evil plans for that boy.
Vince's next visit to Everland Ranch filled him with confidence
that his plan would work - unfortunately, it did the opposite
for Blake's confidence.

The timid knock at the door heralded the entry of Vince's older
nephew. This time the boy did not wear the white shorts and
t-shirt that he had on Vince's previous visit. Blake's caring
Uncle Vince had paid a premium to Chris at reception to ensure
that by his next visit Blake would be dropped two colour levels
- to Blue - and that meant the only clothing (if you could call
it that) Blake was allowed to wear was a blue wristband and a
studded collar around his neck, from which hung a short leash.
He was also expected to carry with him a tube of anal lubricant.

The boy screamed with relief when he saw his uncle in the
interview room. Ignoring his own nudity, Blake threw himself at
Vince, sobbing as he did so. "I...I didn't mean it, Uh-uh-uncle
- it was an accident, he just slipped on the floor, and he
blamed me, and I didn't do anything!"

Vince already had a fair idea of what his nephew was referring
to, having paid Chris a large sum to arrange a rapid slide down
the colour ladder for the boy. As a result, at lunchtime one of
the guards 'slipped' and put his hand in Blake's lunch to steady
himself, causing all the boys nearby to laugh at him, an
infraction which resulted in Blake's instant demotion. He was
required to strip his yellow g-string and mesh shirt in front of
all the other boys on the spot, had the dog collar placed around
his neck, and the final indignity, he was given the tube of
lubricant which he had to carry with him wherever he went. The
fact that he didn't get to eat lunch, but only watch the other
boys eat while standing nude with his hands on his head was a
minor inconvenience by comparison.

Uncle Vince's hands and lips were all over the boy, consoling
him. "My goodness, Blake my darling, you've dropped down to Blue
- what does that mean? What's this tube for? Where's all your
clothes gone?" the man oozed false sympathy.

Blake sobbed, even as he felt his uncle's hands touch him all
over. "Oh, Uncle, it was horrible - since the other day when you
came, I've had...lots of men. They all made me...touch them,
and, and, rub them, and lick it up when I made them...you know.
Then I got dropped down to Yellow, I don't know why, and I had
to...to...suck some more men...so many men...But, but today, I
was having lunch, and one of the guards, he, he..." The boy's
tale petered out into sobs, but he managed to explain that as a
result of the guard's 'accident', he was now down to the Blue
level, when he was expected to allow men to fuck him.

"Dear me! That's terrible!" Vince falsely consoled. "Have any
men...done it to you yet?" he enquired.

The boy's tear-streaked face turned upwards. "Not yet, Uncle...I
only got dropped to Blue at lunch, a few minutes ago", the boy
whimpered.

The man smiled inwards at the boy's confirmation of his
instructions. Vince had requested that the boy's demotion be
timed to occur as near as possible to his own arrival, so that
he would be the first to enjoy the boy's virgin bottom. "So, let
me see if I've got this right - you don't get any clothes to
wear..?"

"Except this collar, Uncle" the boy nodded miserably.

"And you have to carry around this...tube of stuff, everywhere?"


Blake nodded again. "If I lose it, I have to use...spit. But
when I bring back an empty tube, I get a nuh- nuh- new one" he
sobbed. "And, instead of eating luh- luh- lunch, I had to stand
in front of everyone and say a hundred times 'I am a f- oh, I
can't say it, uncle!"

Vince held the boy close and suggested he whisper in his ear.
Blake took up the offer, and breathed "I am a faggot cunt" into
Vince's ear, giving the man a shiver of anticipation. He had
deliberately waited three days for this return visit, endured
three nights of forced celibacy so as to be ready to claim his
prize - Blake's bottom.

Vince hugged the naked boy to himself, and began to grope
between his legs. Blake looked down at his uncle's hand, then up
at his face, questioning wordlessly. "Camera" Vince mouthed
silently, inclining his head toward the ceiling, and blaming his
perversity on the surveillance system. Blake nodded and opened
his legs a little more.

"You know, Blake, my love, as much as I would like to get you
out of here right his minute, I still haven't been able to swing
the deal", Vince whispered as he rubbed the boy's cock up and
down. "Here, rub mine, too. Gotta make it look good", he added,
picking up the boy's hand and dropping it in his lap. "That
means you'll have to stay here...two, maybe three more days. A
lot of men will probably fuck you in that time, a good-looking
boy like you."

Blake sobbed helplessly. "Oh, Uh- uh- uncle, what am I gonna
do?" he howled. "I never done nuthin' like that before, what if
I do it wrong, and one of those men get angry with me, an' I get
dropped down to ruh- ruh- Red?"

Vince smiled. This was a phase of his plan that he had looked
forward to for over a year. He had dreamed about this moment for
so long, he had his mental script down pat. "Well, my lovely
boy, even though I don't know anything about having sex with
boys, I feel it's my duty to help you out, somehow, as best I
can. I have heard that the most important fuck a boy receives is
his first one - if it's done well, it can make the rest of his
fucks endurable - even enjoyable. Do you want me to help you?"

Vince's affectation of concern so thoroughly convinced the boy
that Blake grasped this lifeline with two hands. "Oh, Uncle,
yes, please help me, I wouldn't want some... stranger... doing-
such things to me for my...uh, first time. What...what do I do?"

The man contemplated the innocent boy sitting in his lap,
begging to be introduced to full-blown sex. Here was the
fruition (or at least a down-payment on it) of his schemes and
cash outlays over the last 24 months, ever since he saw Blake
run around nude with a water-gun at that picnic so long ago.

Vince smiled. "Well, first, darling, you can help me get
undressed. That won't be so bad, will it?"

"No, Uncle, that's easy," Blake meekly concurred, sitting up on
the couch and reaching for the hem of the man's polo shirt. The
lad methodically went about his task, removing and folding his
uncle's clothing until they were both naked. "What's next?" he
asked.

"Well, darling, next, you would make the man's penis hard, but
since I'm already there, you won't need to do that. I will give
you a tip, though," Vince noted.

"What, Uncle?" the boy asked absently, staring at the stiff pole
jutting from his uncle's crotch.

"Well, these men who will be fucking you - they have the power
to tell lies about you and make you drop down - to Red, don't
they?"

The boy's head fell, as he mumbled an affirmative reply.

"So, to make them not want to do that to you, you've got to
convince them that you're enjoying being with them - enjoying
having their cocks up your little ass - enjoying feeling their
semen squirting deep inside your rectum." Vince inwardly enjoyed
the grimace of revulsion on his nephew's face as he outlined
what the boy had to do.

"Ugh, Uncle, that's...revolting!" Blake complained.

"Of course it is, my boy, but you mustn't let on! Just the
opposite, in fact! You have to say and do things that will make
all those men believe that they are great lovers with big
penises. The other aspect, of course, is that if you are
convincing enough, the men will climax more quickly, which helps
you as well. Women do it all the time with men"

Blake looked at his uncle. "You...you mean...you've...done
it...with women?"

Vince smiled broadly, ready to deliver another
carefully-rehearsed lie. "Of course, my boy. I'm as normal as
the next man. Like any red-blooded male I've fucked dozens of
women. The difference is, I paid attention while I was doing it,
and a good thing, too, so I can pass on to you what you need to
do. I really hate the idea of having to fuck you, but it looks
like it's the only chance you have"

Somewhat mollified by his uncle's explanation, Blake determined
that he would do as good a job of it as he could. "Okay, Uncle -
what's next?" he bravely asked.

Vince struggled to keep the grin off his face. Finally, after
all his scheming, the payoff: he was going to rape his nephew's
virgin butt in a totally risk-free environment. "You got that
tube of stuff, lover boy?" he whispered.

Blake was a bit put-off by his uncle's words, but he figured it
was all for the benefit of the hidden camera. "Right here,
Uncle", he replied, gamely, holding up the tube of lube for his
uncle's inspection.

"Okay, then let's begin," Vince answered, trying to conceal his
relish. He lay full-length on the couch and put his hands behind
his head. "Now, I'm going to be saying some things to you, dirty
things, but only to get you used to hearing them. Remember, I
hate having to say these words to you, but it's for the best.
And you'll have to get used to saying some things too, to make
the man you're with finish sooner. The quicker you get him off,
the quicker he gets his dick out of your ass, got it?"

Blake nodded, showing his understanding of the idea. "Got it,"
he answered, "but what, uh, what kinda things do I gotta say?"
The boy's brow furrowed, and his little nose crinkled up, making
him even more desirable, if that were possible.

"Okay, open up the tube and squeeze some onto your fingers, my
little sex-toy. Then grease up my cock. Rub it all over. Then
stick some up your asshole. Get your finger right up there, all
the way up. While you're doing it, you hot fucking slut, tell me
how much you're going to enjoy having your butt reamed out. Tell
me you love getting a hard cock rammed up your ass, and how
you're going to ride me until I fill your tight little queer
bottom with cum, you faggot fairy."

Blake flinched as he heard the vituperation come from his
uncle's mouth, but he realised it was for his benefit: he had to
toughen up; he had to (temporarily) descend to the level of
these...customers, these men, in order to survive.

He slavered lube all over his uncle's erection, then delicately
inserted his smallest finger into his own anus, as directed by
his uncle. It seemed to go in okay, aided by the greasy
lubricant, so he tried the next size up.

"Don't just pleasure yourself, fag - do that on your own time.
Now get your queer cunt onto my prick, and make it snappy" Vince
spat at the startled boy. Understanding what he had to do from
his uncle's earlier jibe, Blake straddled the man's loins and
lowered his bottom towards the inflamed head of his uncle's
penis, reaching down between his legs to make sure he was lined
up. He could feel the hot glans of his uncle's cock graze his
tight orifice.

Vince's next move caught Blake by surprise - he grabbed the
boy's hips and pushed his own crotch upwards, spearing the boy
precisely in his asshole, and plunging his cock upwards into
Blake's hot, tight bowel.

The boy screamed and flailed his arms. He had never before
experienced such a pain, that burst from his bottom and flew to
every extremity. "Aaagh! Unc- uncle! Aargh! Take it out! It's-
splitting me in...two!" he wailed, but Vince did not pause his
assault. Instead, he reared upwards even higher, giving the boy
a ride like a mechanical bull.

"Play with your cock, fairy!" Vince yelled. "Tell me how much
you like being fucked!"

Putting a hand on his uncle's hairy chest to steady himself as
the man's hips bucked and heaved under him, Blake grasped and
pulled at his own limp dick, continuing to wail. "Oh, it
feels...so guh- guh- good", he sobbed, his cries contradicting
his words. "Ruh- ram your big puh- puh- prick up my ass, aargh,
give it, uhh, give it to me deeper, oh god, urrgh" the boy
moaned, a pathetic imitation of passion.

Slowing the tempo of his battering, Vince pulled the boy's face
closer to his own. Locking lips, he invaded Blake's mouth with
his tongue, sloshing it around and sucking the boy's tongue into
his own mouth. Blake responded in kind, assuming it was yet
another indignity that he would be facing in the next few days
until his rescue.

Pulling the boy's head to the side of his own so that he could
whisper in his ear, Vince turned on the false charm. Oozing
solicitude, he comforted the boy whose virginity he had just
ripped away. "Oh, my darling lovely boy! You're so brave! You
know how much I hated to have to do that, but we had to put on a
good show for the cameras. Soon, I guess, some men will want to
fuck you in what's called the doggy position, so we better
practice that, I think. Can you be strong for me just a little
longer, my love?"

Blake could only nod his head at this stage. The pain in his
bottom had slowed to a pulsing ache, like a bad headache only
lower down. He was a smart boy; he had seen dogs copulating
before, so he figured out what his uncle expected of him. He
eased himself gingerly off his uncle's still-hard cock, feeling
his asshole clench at the void its removal created. His uncle
sat up, giving him space on the couch to kneel on all fours.

Vince knelt behind the boy, pulling his nephew's dainty ankles
apart to make a space for himself. Another dream come true, he
thought, gazing lecherously at the boy's smooth back, his narrow
waist, his upturned bum. Ahhh, his bum! A few days, and this
kid's ass is mine for good. And his brother's as well, Vince
mused.

"Drop your shoulders down, Blake, that'll make your bum stick up
higher. And reach back with your hands- here, I'll show you"
Vince instructed, putting the boy's hands on his pale cheeks.
Blake had a 'speedo shadow' - a white band of skin that never
saw the sun, neatly dividing his lightly tanned back and legs.
"Now, pull your asscheeks apart, while I put my cock back in
your hole...aaahh, yes, mmmm...so goood, Blake...relax while I
get all the way in..."

Blake shuddered as his uncle's penis ground its way through his
anal muscle and into his rectum. It seemed like an hour to the
boy, but he eventually felt Vince's thighs push against his own.
"Okay, darling, well done, I'm...urrgh... all the way in. Now,
just rest on you elbows, and I'll continue our fuck. Remember
what I told you about using dirty talk to make the man cum
sooner."

Blake nodded, feeling like a baseball bat had been shoved up his
bum, blunt end first. Then he felt his uncle pull back, and
re-insert. Both his uncle's hands had been on his hips, but now
he let go and reached around underneath to play with his little
penis. As he played with it, his hips sped up.

"Fuck back, slut! Push your ass against me!" Vince yelled, and
poor Blake felt he had no option but to comply, if only to get
it over with.

"Oh, yeah, uh, fuck it in me", Blake called out, feeling his
dick harden in spite of the pain in his ass - his uncle's
fingers were very talented. "Give me your big cock, you, uh,
stud, I want your, ah, cream, shove it up me!" Blake felt his
urgings were pretty lame, but maybe Uncle Vince might teach him
some different things to say, he thought. Just as Blake started
to get used to the anal onslaught Vince was treating him to, a
new sensation took over, in the region of his penis: Vince's
insistent rubbing had brought on Blake's own orgasm, and his
skinny body shook even as his uncle pounded him from behind.

"Ooh, uncle, oh, aargh, oh, ohhh, mmm, yes" Blake moaned in
spite of himself, heedless of the pain, pushing upwards with his
buttocks and meeting every pump of his uncle's hips with one of
his own.

Sensing success, Vince gave himself over to his passion and
plunged into his nephew's body as far as he could, shouting as
he did so. "Aargh! Yesss! Fuck!" he yelled as he shot his
three-day store of cum into the twelve-year-old's ass. He
slumped forwards and rolled to the side, still holding Blake's
throbbing pecker, still with his own tool buried inside the boy.
They lay spooned together for a few minutes, their breathing
slowing to a more normal speed. Vince idly wanked his nephew,
licking the back of his neck as he did so.

"You were magnificent, Blake", he whispered to the boy. "Anybody
who was watching the camera just now would be sure to agree that
you did a wonderful job. if you're as good as that will every
other man you have to visit with, you'll breeze through these
next few days until I get you out of here - and your brother as
well. Just focus on that, and you'll survive. Adversity will
make you stronger!"

Blake lay in front of his uncle's sweaty body, his back to him,
the man's softening cock still up his bum, his large fingers
still fondling his little erection. He wondered sadly whether he
would survive even a few hours, much less a few days.

* * *

Raping Blake had worked out so well for Vince that he debated
with himself whether to do likewise to little David right away,
or wait until the next day, as he had planned. Standing in
Everland's reception area, waiting for Chris, his sense of order
won out - he would go home, clean up, enjoy a nice dinner, then
come back refreshed and ready to give David the fucking of his
young life, now he knew which buttons to push.

Chris appeared through a doorway behind the reception counter.
"Hey! I just finished reviewing the video of you and Blake!" the
young man grinned at Vince. "You sure gave him a workout for his
first time! A lot of the kids don't do so well first up - I
s'pose sheer terror stops 'em from enjoying it. But you had that
kid bucking like a two dollar whore by the end! I almost came
just watching it! Maybe we oughtta put you on the payroll here,
or at least make you a consultant!" he enthused.

Vince grinned. Like most men, he loved having his ego stroked,
and since he had already paid for exclusive possession of the
video, he had no worries about being observed. "Yeah, he turned
into a great fuck after I got him used to it", Vince bragged.
"Now, some more details I just thought of. I know I already paid
the thirty grand for him, but I want Blake to get plenty of
action tonight, while it's still fresh in his mind. Take him to
the staff quarters and fuck him as hard as you can, in every
position you can think of. Then pass him around. Don't let him
clean up. I want him covered in jizz when I see him tomorrow,
after I've had his brother David...

* * *

Vince did not wait for David's knock on the visitor's
consultation room door - he felt confident enough to stand in
the hallway naked, his cock rampant, watching a few of the other
inmates scurry by to their own assignations. A few of them dared
to raise their eyes to glance at his weapon, but most looked at
the floor, their slumped postures testimony to their cowed and
beaten spirits.

He had spent a fine night with a prime beef steak, a bottle of
wine and the video of his deflowering of Blake for company - and
now, as the new day dawned, he was re-energised, all set for his
visit with David. He wondered what it was about the boy that
attracted him - was it his slim physique? Those big blue eyes?
The spray of freckles across his nose? David had the same body
as his older brother, only reduced in stature. And his pubertal
development was still a long way off - he might even bloom at a
later age than his older brother probably would.

"Unc-" The boy cut off his greeting as he rounded the corner
towards the visitors' area. He remembered he was not supposed to
know who Uncle Vince was - plus the fact that Uncle Vince was
naked and- and...had a big stiffie - had startled the boy into
almost making a blunder. But his uncle ushered him into the room
and didn't seem to mind.

Once the door was shut behind them, David let loose. "Oh, Uncle,
please, please take me out of here today! You gotta! You
just...they...they dropped me down again, and I don't...I
didn't..." was all David could manage before breaking down into
the most miserable bawling. But Vince had hardened his heart. In
fact, he was expecting this, because David's reduction to Red,
skipping over Blue, was his doing.

"Come over here, son, and tell me all about it,", he soothed,
leading the boy to the couch. "You don't mind me being
undressed, do you David - after all, you're undressed, and I
thought it would make you feel more...comfortable. And you've
seen my cock stiff before anyway, you remember?"

David's howling slowed down to a sob, his shoulders shaking
every time his chest heaved. "No Uncle, that's okay, I...I seen
it before. But you gotta get me outta here, right away. See,
they made me go down to Red level, without even going to Blue!
And I'm scared, really! I seen other boys on Red level, and they
aren't...they..." he started crying again.

Vince pulled the boy up onto his lap. His fingers found the
boy's soft penis and began to stroke it. He kissed his neck and
face slowly, letting his tongue slobber out wetly onto the boy's
soft skin. With his free hand he gently squeezed the boy's
shoulder and caressed his back, down to the cheeks of his
bottom. Slowly the boy's cries diminished.

"My poor little darling", Vince coo'ed. "I won't ask what bad
thing you did to get dropped two whole levels - in only three
days - but just so I know what we're up against, can you tell me
what Red level means? What awful things they can make you do?"

David gave a sigh, which was interrupted by a hiccup. "Well,
Uncle", he began, fingering the red band of coloured plastic on
his wrist, "Anything a Blue kid hasta do, I gotta do as well,
for starters"

Vince had induced an erection in David's tiny penis, so he
slowly drew the boy's thighs apart to tickle his tucked-up
scrotum. "Go on, my love" he encouraged. "That means you have to
let men...?"

"Uh, fuck me." He instantly corrected himself. "I'm sorry Uncle,
I didn't mean to say that naughty word. But everyone says it
around here."

Vince smiled. "I understand, darling boy. You just say whatever
words you have to. I won't blame you. What else?"

David furrowed his brow, thinking. "Well, I have to suck cock,
of course, and lick ass. That's on Yellow. But on Red, I don't
get no clothes to wear, and anytime a supervisor walks by me, I
have to kneel down and...and..."

"Go on," Vince urged, speeding up his masturbatory pace on the
boy.

"I have to beg him to...piss in my mouth. And if there are any
boys on White nearby, they get to do it too! And I even have to
lie on the floor and let him shit in my mouth! Then he can whip
me with this little whip they carry! And I have to have
this...thing ...a dildo...up my bottom all the time!" the boy's
words spilled out in a rush.

Vince's fingertips rubbed over David's asshole before moving
back up to resume wanking him. "And have you had all these
happen to you yet? The pissing and shitting and whipping, and
the dildo?" he asked solicitously, but inwardly smirking.

"No, but I seen other boys on Red get this happen to them. I
only just got put down to Red a few minutes ago, before I came
to see you! Oh, Uncle, why doesn't Dad come and rescue me? And
where's my Mom?" David moaned.

Vince had been ready for this question for days. In a sense, he
had been ready for months, because it was one of the foundations
of his scheme. He was only surprised that it was asked first by
David - but then he figured that a boy as intelligent as Blake
would probably have reasoned that since his father or mother had
thus far not brought him home, they must be unable to do so for
whatever reasons - reasons it was probably better not to know.

Vince turned the boy's body so he was looking at him in the
face. "Now David, my lovely little angel, I have some bad news
for you, but I think you're strong enough to take it," he
counselled in a serious-sounding voice, still playing with the
boy's boner.

David's eyes flew wide open.. "What is it? What's happened?
They're not...?"

Vince soothed the boy. "No, no, son, they're not dead. But I
have to tell you, your mother is in a...special nursing home.
You see, when she found out what your father had done, she
went...well, her mind became unbalanced, and now she's being
looked after by some special nurses. I visited her just
yesterday, and she...she no longer recognises me. She doesn't
know who I am, me, her own brother. She doesn't even know she's
married with two beautiful boys. Her mind's gone, David.
Incurable, the doctors said. She doesn't even know you ever
existed"

The hot tears that rolled down the boy's face showed Vince that
his lies had struck home. His sister, the boys' mother, was in a
nursing facility suffering from acute depression, it was true,
but she still had all her faculties. But she was a problem for
another day.

"What...what did you mean...about my dad?" David asked through
his tears. He still clung desperately to the youthful delusion
of parental omnipotence.

Vince put on a sad face. This was it, showtime. This part of the
plan absolutely had to go off smoothly, or it was all a bust. He
had been secretly recording telephone conversations he had made
to his brother-in-law Leo over the past twelve months, and had
edited them into a very incriminating dialogue. "David my lovely
darling, to explain it, it's probably best if I let you hear for
yourself." Vince reached over to his pile of clothes and pulled
out his Blackberry. Showing it to the boy, he clicked 'Play'.
David could hear his father's voice on the audio file.

LEO: I'm gonna make a fresh start, South America somewhere...
Vince: But what about Meaghan? The boys?
LEO: Meaghan's receiving the best of care. Nothing more I can do
for her...
Vince: But David and Blake?
LEO: I never really liked them. I'm glad I got rid of 'em...

The screen on the device then came to life, showing the video
that Vince had obtained from Chris, of Leo receiving the payment
for allowing his sons to participate in the "university approved
market research summer program". Of course, the audio that David
had listened to was totally taken out of context - the 'fresh
start' in South America simply referred to one of Leo's business
ventures, not him personally; and what Leo had 'never really
liked' were a couple of cars he had traded in a year back.

But the brief recording was sufficient to dupe poor David, who
slumped down in Vince's lap in utter despair, too sad to cry.
Vince judged that the moment was ripe for the next crucial part
of his master plan. "David, my love, I'm doing everything I can
to get you and Blake out of here, and I think I'll be ale to
bust you both out in about two days' time. But there's one more
difficult thing I have to tell you. It's about your brother"

David was startled into attentiveness. With Mom and Dad out of
the picture, Blake was all he had left. And Uncle Vince, of
course. "About Blake? What...what is it?"

"I don't really know how to tell you this, but...well...being
here in this...place, with all the horrible things you boys have
had to do, to endure, has...oh, god...it's turned Blake gay!"

Vince felt the shiver of shock go through David's little body as
he sat in his lap. "He's...gay?"

Vince nodded. "It's hard to believe, I know. I couldn't believe
it myself, until I had a talk with a child psychiatrist friend
of mine. He told me it's quite probable that Blake's experiences
here have indeed changed him from a normal boy, just like you,
into a...a homosexual. A faggot. I was shocked, I can tell you."

"But...when he gets out, he'll...he'll get better, right?" David
almost pleaded.

Vince shook his head slowly. "I'm afraid the damage to his mind
is permanent. He thinks he's gay, and he is. I asked the
psychiatrist whether there was anything I could do. You know
what he told me?" David shook his head, dumbfounded.

"He told me the best thing would probably be to leave him here,
where he can do gay stuff with men all the time" Vince lied
easily.

"Oh, no!" David moaned. "We can't just...leave him here?!"

"That's just what I told him! I said, 'He's my nephew, I love
him, he's got no parents anymore, and I'm damned if I'll just
leave him here to get fucked and pissed on every day by
strangers!' "

David's body flinched when he heard his uncle use the bad words,
but he understood the context. "So, what are you gonna do?"
beseeched David.

"Well, the psychiatrist said that there was another possibility.
But it would involve a lot of hard work, and sacrifice.
Including sacrifice from you, my boy. I told him that you and I
were up to the challenge, whatever it took!" Vince declared. He
relished the look of defiance in his younger nephew's eyes.

"Whatever it takes, Uncle Vince! He's my brother. I can't leave
him here. What...do we have to do?"

"Well, this is going to be really difficult for you - and for me
too, I might add, but I'm a grown-up, and being a grown-up
sometimes means making sacrifices. We can take Blake with us
when we escape, but when we get to my home - our home - we have
to pretend to be like him, so he doesn't realise he's different.
Otherwise the pressure will drive him insane, the psychiatrist
said. He was very definite about it."

"You mean...?"

"Yes. As hard as it will be, you and I will both have to pretend
that we're gay as well. That way he'll think his behaviour is
normal, and he will keep his sanity. Remember what happened to
your mother..."

David took a moment to think this over. "How..long for...how
long will we have to... pretend?" he whispered, dreading the
answer.

"As long as it takes. Indefinitely. Years, at least. Until he's
an adult, that's for certain. And we can't just turn it on when
he's there and turn it off if he's out of the room - we have to
be convincing! Can you do it, David? For your brother's sanity!"
Vince demanded.

David put on his bravest face. "If it was the other way around,
Blake'd do it for me, I reckon. And it won't be as bad as being
here, that's for sure. It'll just be the three of us, Uncle,
won't it?" the boy pleaded. Just at that moment, a soft knock
was heard, the visiting room door opened, and Blake walked in.
Silently, Vince praised Chris's timing. The older boy was naked,
of course, and had semen splattered all over him, his hair,
face, belly and thighs. His hairless cock jutted out in front of
him, and he seemed to be walking in a bowlegged dream.

"Hello Uncle. Hi David. Are we going home now?" the trancelike
boy whimpered.

Vince waved the boy to come over and join them. He shifted David
on to one thigh and welcomed Blake onto the other. Winking at
David, he turned to Blake and put on a show of being upbeat.
"Well, Blake my darling lover boy, you look like you've been
having a good old time!"

A dreamy smile came to the dazed boy's face. "Good time...I've
had so much cock, Uncle...first Chris, I think...or maybe
Jeff...I don't know...he fucked me really good, anyway...Tom
sucked me off...I think it was Tom...I've been at it all
night...so many orgasms, my penis...that Jeff can sure fuck...he
likes doing it from behind...he rammed it up my boycunt so deep,
Uncle...so deep...so many times...they were so good to me..."

Vince gave David a knowing look, and David hesitated a brief
moment before giving a little nod in return. "Well, you're with
family, now, Blake, you can rest a bit. How about you lie down
here, and David will give you a nice relaxing blowjob. Is that
okay, David?" Vince added, winking again.

"Uh, sure, Uncle. I'd, uh, love to suck Blake's, um, cock. It's
a really nice one," he added, not sure what to say but wanting
to go along with the charade his uncle had proposed.

"That's great. Hear that, Blake? David's going to suck your dick
for you. In fact, why don't you two boys just have a sixty-nine?
Stay there, Blake; David, you go on top, that's the way!". Vince
manoeuvred his nephews into their respective positions, making
sure that David's still-virgin ass was raised prominently. "And
while you're at it, I'll just slip my dick into your little
asshole, David, and give you a nice fuck, okay?"

The younger boy could only grunt a muffled agreement, his mouth
otherwise occupied, but his body jerked in surprise as his
uncle's middle finger first lubricated, then penetrated his
virgin bumhole. Mouth full of his brother's dick, he was unable
to squeal in protest, but he realised his uncle was only acting
out the scenario he himself had just agreed to, about pretending
to be gay for his brother's sake.

A finger was one thing - his uncle's cock turned out to be an
altogether different one. Waving his bum around in an attempt to
avoid the rigid invader proved to be of no avail, as David's
tender anal ring was no match for Vince's lance, and within a
few minutes Vince was soaking his stiff dick in David's ten-year
old asshole. He paused for a moment to compare the two boys -
Blake's ass was muscular and warm, whereas David's was more
tight and moist. Vince's desires were finally fulfilled. All
that remained was the escape.

"You've got a nice ass, David - perfect for fucking", Vince
complimented his younger nephew, knowing he could not reply. He
picked up the pace, and was soon pumping wildly into the
ten-year-old's bum, shouting as he did so. "Oh, David, you
faggot-assed fairy, you're such a great fuck, oh, yes, I'm
cumming, aahh, I'm filling your bum with my cream, take it all,
aahh, yess, good boy, mmm, aahh..."

* * *

"I think we might be able to bust you out tomorrow night - I've
found an escape route!" Vince murmured into Blake's ear as he
languidly fucked the boy's rear end from behind. After his
meeting with both boys the previous day, caring Uncle Vince had
requested an 'all-nighter' for David, and Chris had helpfully
found a booking for him with a party of seven visiting Asian
businessmen.

"Those Japs might have small dicks, but they make up for it in
enthusiasm", Chris joked as he pencilled David's name in for the
ten-hour marathon. "When do you want to take the boys out? Be a
shame to lose them, but you already paid their price so I guess
you'll be wanting them right away?"

"No rush, no rush - they're learning some good habits here. I'm
a firm believer in a sound sex education for boys", Vince added.
"How about Wednesday night? Can you leave the blockhouse door
unlocked between - say - seven-thirty and eight? The dogs will
still be in their cages then?"

Chris smiled. "All set. There'll be no problems. Collect the
boys from their dorm, cover their eyes, cut across the yard,
then through the door and along the passageway, then you're at
the car park and away. It's our standard method in cases like
this. If any other boy happens to see, all they'll remember is
that you took them into the blockhouse and they didn't come out.
The noise of the dogs will cover any sounds that you might
make."

Vince stroked Blake's flank as he continued thrusting his cock
into the lad's bum. Blake had quickly gotten accustomed to being
used, unlike David, who still needed to get some of the spirit
fucked out of him - hence the appointment with the businessmen.
By morning David will have had as much sex in one night as a
cheap hooker gets in a week. The thought of David being repeated
molested by the seven Japanese men stimulated Vince's urges.
"Lie on your back, Blake, and wrap your legs around my waist, so
I can fuck you from the front", he instructed the docile boy,
who rolled over and spread his legs wide, holding the backs of
his knees while his uncle got into position. "Good boy. Arms
around my neck. Now, there's something I need to tell you. It's
about David. I'm afraid you and I are going to have to keep
pretending we're gay, like this, for quite some time. You
see..."

* * *

"Hssst! Blake! Wake up! Shhh!" Vince hissed as he shook the
dozing boy. "Put this on - no time to explain. Stay quiet!" The
crouching man handed the naked, sleepy boy a black hooded
sweater several sizes too big, which Blake struggled to get his
arms into. "Where's David?" Vince whispered urgently. Blake
waved his arm towards a bed over by the wall. "Wait here!" Vince
commanded as he went and performed the same actions with David,
who was also lying naked on his bed.

It only took a couple of minutes to waken both boys, insist on
silence, and get them into the oversize hoodies. Vince took a
hand from each boy and led them to the door, noting that the
boys were walking very gingerly. "What is it?" he hissed.

Blake looked at David before whispering his reply. "We're both
at Red - when we sleep, if we got no...visitors...we hafta have
these- these things inside us," he explained, turning around and
bending over. In the dim starlight Vince could make out the base
of a buttplug between Blake's cheeks.

Vince looked at David. "Have you got one too?"

David nodded. "I think mine's bigger, 'cause I'm being punished
for...for what I did to one of those men last night. He..."

Vince shushed the younger boy. "No time for that now. Can you
both walk? You can take them out later. I'm busting you out
right now! Come with me!"

The two boys, sleepy though they were, started hopping on their
tip-toes in excitement. At last, Uncle was rescuing them from
this awful place, this horrible prison where they had spent the
last few weeks that stretched out like years. The three
desperados crept silently between the bunks of sleeping boys,
all naked, some restlessly stirring. In different circumstances,
Vince might have taken advantage of the situation to pleasure
himself on some of them, but he had a job to do.

Vince led the boys through the doorway into the open area of the
compound. A forty-yard dash across open ground, and they reached
the door to the blockhouse. The canine inhabitants of the
blockhouse were in full voice, their angry barking filling the
night air. "Uncle! We can't go this way! The dogs!" Blake
whispered, terror evident in his voice.

"You have to trust me, Blake - come on, it's the only way out!"
Vince half-urged, half dragged the two boys through the doorway
and into a deeper blackness, where the howls and growls of the
vicious dogs seemed all the closer because they were invisible
in the inky gloom of the blockhouse.

David was so terrified, he pissed the front of his hoodie, Vince
discovered as he bundled the two boys into the back of his car.
"Stay low! Heads down! We've nearly made it!" Vince whispered
hoarsely, although there was no danger at all. He had toyed with
the idea of letting the boys be caught trying to escape, thus
precipitating a demotion to the lowest level, Black, so that he
could rescue them all over again, and cement the bonds of their
dependence and gratitude, but he couldn't postpone his pleasure
any longer. He drove around the streets to disorient the boys
still further, until arriving at his townhouse.

"Okay, we're here at last!" Vince declared, helping the boys out
of the back seat and into his garage/laundry room. Seeing
David's piss-dampened hoodie, he wrinkled his nose in mild
disgust and pointed at his laundry hamper. "Better put that in
there, and I'll wash it later. You can throw yours in there too,
Blake - we're all guys here. Now you boys head on upstairs and
pick out which room you want for your bedroom, while I get some
supper for us - looks like you haven't been eating too much
lately," he added, noting the stick-out ribs on both boys'
chests.

"Can we have a shower, Uncle? With hot water?" Blake asked
plaintively.

"And can we take these...things out now?" added David, referring
to their buttplugs.

"Sure, boys - you can both hop in the shower together. Take 'em
out and clean yourselves up real good back there. You'll find
something to wear in the wardrobe of the first bedroom on the
left. Come on downstairs for supper as soon as you're dressed."

The boys ran inside their uncle's townhouse, excited, smiling
and laughing for the first time in quite a while. Uncle Vince
had rescued them, just like he promised he would.

The hot water in the shower was sheer bliss for the boys, and
relief was written all over their soapy faces when they removed
each other's buttplugs. Uncle Vince had set out big fluffy
towels for them, in which they wrapped themselves after drying
off. The two boys left the steamy bathroom and wandered along
the upstairs hall, looking for their new bedroom. What they
found gave them their first cause for dismay since their escape
from Everland Ranch.

"What...what's all this stuff?" David asked his older brother as
his eyes boggled at the contents of the large wardrobe he had
opened when searching for clothes. Blake joined him in front of
the tall cupboard, staring silently at the extensive collection
of whips, canes, handcuffs, hoods, belts, harnesses and assorted
sex toys that hung there.

"I...I don't know. Maybe...Uncle Vince didn't mean us to look in
here. Let's shut the door and look in another room," he advised
his little brother. But search as they might, they found no
clothing at all - except in the dresser of the room that
contained the cupboard full of bondage paraphernalia. In every
drawer of the dresser, they found clothing, but not at all what
they expected: spangled g-strings, see-through girls' panties,
luridly coloured spandex shorts, flimsy negligees, a whole
dresser full of nothing but sexually suggestive (and very
feminine) outfits.

"Blake," David whispered, "do you think...we're...supposed to
wear this...stuff?"

"Maybe Uncle forgot this stuff was in here," Blake explained to
his younger brother. "Maybe the boy stuff is...someplace else,
and he just forgot. He took a lot of trouble to bust us out of
that place, and I don't think it would be a good idea to...make
him angry with us the very first night we're here. Look, these
shorts aren't too bad, and these singlets look like the ones we
wore...before...when we were...well, you know. Let's just put
'em on and go down to supper, I'm starved."

The two boys pulled on the skimpy spandex shorts - Blake wore
the candy pink one and David the lavender. They resembled
figure-hugging bike shorts, but without legs. David giggled when
he looked at Blake in the shorts. "Heh heh, I can see your dick,
plain as anything"

"So what," the older boy retorted. "I can see yours too. Let's
go eat."

The two sexily-clad boys clambered down the stairs and followed
their noses to the kitchen. Vince had prepared omelettes for
them, the quickest meal he could think of. He smiled broadly
when he saw them appear at the table. "Sit anywhere, boys - food
is on the way!" he joked. He placed plates of food in front of
the two brothers, who set to with a vengeance.

Vince filled the conversational vacuum with some housekeeping
information, as both boys had their mouths constantly crammed
with the delicious food. "School starts back in a couple weeks,"
he pointed out, "and you guys can choose whether to go to the
local public school, it's just a few blocks away, or there's a
new school in the City especially for gay kids, you might prefer
that one. Anyway, your choice. When you decide which one, I can
get you some suitable clothes."

Blake snuck a glance at David to see his reaction to this news,
but the younger boy was too busy scarfing down the last of his
omelette. "I'll go to whatever school David wants to go to,
Uncle" he volunteered between mouthfuls, thinking his uncle
expected some kind of response. "I guess at the gay kids'
school, there won't be so much bullying, seeing as we're all,
uh...gay..."

Vince smiled at his older nephew. It looked to him like the boy
was getting with the program. He thought David would also fall
into line soon enough, following his older brother's example.
The boys had finished eating and were polishing off their
glasses of milk. Now to fill the two boys in on another fact of
their new life, Vince mused. "Just leave the plates and things,
boys, we can clean up later. Now it's time for some sex! Let's
go upstairs."

David glanced at Blake, who again felt it was his turn to say
something appropriate. "Uh, yeah, great, ah, some sex," he
agreed, without much enthusiasm. The two boys followed their
uncle up the stairs and into the first bedroom, which had two
small old-style beds with steel tubular frames at each end.

Vince stood in the middle of the room, facing his nephews.
"Okay, boys, here's what's gonna happen: every night, I'm gonna
want to fuck one of you in your bed, right here, while the other
one watches. Then, in the morning, I'll fuck the other one. The
rest of the time, you two queers can fuck or suck each other
whenever you want. And there's some toys over here that'll make
it more fun. Blake, you're the oldest, I think I'll do you
first. Strip off and lie down on your back. David, you strip off
too. And get yourself a dildo from the cupboard, to shove up
your ass while you jack off, and watch me fuck Blake."

Saying this, Vince took a pair of velcro wrist cuffs from the
collection of bondage artefacts and fastened Blake's hands to
the bedframe. The boy looked at him in horrified puzzlement, but
said nothing. Vince stripped off and knelt on the bed, pulled
Blake's pink shorts off and spread the boy's thighs as wide as
he could. Blake jerked as his uncle roughly felt his asshole
with a finger, then trembled as his uncle lifted him clear off
the bed by the hips.

"Oh, yeah, you faggot cunt, you're gonna get a ride tonight!"
Vince growled. David looked on, helplessly, as he struggled to
insert the ten-inch dildo he found (it was the smallest he could
see) up his tiny anus. Deciding that his cock was lubricated
enough already with his own pre-cum, Vince positioned it at the
opening of Blake's rectum and lunged forward, eliciting a shriek
from the boy.

"Awww! Uncle! You're too...it hurts...aawwww!...take it..." he
moaned, writhing as much as his bonds and his uncle's grip would
allow.

"Work your ass muscles on my cock, you fag slut," Vince roared
at the helpless boy. "You shoulda had enough practice by now -
or maybe you need a few more weeks at the Ranch?"

Over on the other bed, David was still struggling with the
oversize fuck toy and began to whine, frightened by the words
his uncle was saying to his brother. "It...it won't go in,
Uncle, it's too big, I'm trying, really I am, but..."

Vince slowed his pummelling of Blake's asshole to look over at
David. "I think maybe tomorrow I'll try out some of those whips
on your pretty little butt, David, and give you something to
whine about! I heard some guys get really horny after giving the
ass they're gonna fuck a good whipping. Now go to the bathroom
and get some lube, and use it on your hole! The next time I look
over there, I better see that dildo all the way up inside your
crack!"

David hopped off the bed and ran from the bedroom, leaving his
uncle to continue a most brutal assault on his brother's anal
passage. But instead of turning left towards the bathroom, he
turned right and ran down the stairs to the kitchen. Quickly
grabbing the item he wanted, he raced back up the stairs. Blake
was still being raped, his head arched back in agony, when David
raised both arms and brought the frying pan crashing down on the
back of his uncle's head.

Bits of omelette flew across the room, as David watched, as if
in slow motion, his uncle slowly topple backwards onto the bed.
Blake groaned as Vince's cock popped out of his asshole. David
still held the heavy skillet in a two-handed grip, staring at
his uncle's big hairy torso when his brother told him he could
put it down.

"Is he...did I...uh..." David gasped as he released his
brother's wrists from the velcro fasteners.

Blake gingerly put a hand on the man's curly-haired chest to
feel for a heartbeat. "Just knocked out. Good shot, Davey", he
quipped, rubbing his wrists and flexing his thighs. "Go get some
of those handcuffs from that cupboard". The boys secured their
uncle's unconscious body to the bed, hands and feet, and added a
ball-gag, and a leather hood to cover his eyes, for good
measure.

"I wanna put these things on him too!" David spat, holding up
some nipple clamps he found in the bondage closet, but Blake
gave a wan smile and said that they had done enough: a smaller
boy than David might only have given Vince an annoying headache;
a larger one might have crushed his skull. As it was, David's
swing, combined with the momentum of the thick-based frying pan,
generated the optimal amount of force for a generous concussion
and several hours' unconsciousness.

"Thanks", Blake eventually said to his brother, after satisfying
himself that their uncle was not able to go anywhere, but also
would not suffocate. "What do you wanna do now?"

David made a face. The realisation of what he had done was
beginning to sink in. "Do you think we should call the cops?" he
ventured.

Blake shook his head in the negative. "Uncle Vince said the cops
ran that place we were at. But I'm not sure if I believe him
now. I think we should find Mom. Maybe Uncle Vince left some
kinda clues here, or maybe got a letter or something, that maybe
will tell us where she is."

"Let's see what we can find", David agreed, and the two naked
boys left their uncle trussed on the bed to search the premises.
They found Vince's den, and turned his computer on.

Blake looked at the monitor while his fingers ran over the keys.
"There's nothing here," he observed. "Nothing that mentions Mom,
anyway. I'll look at his Recent Documents". Running his eyes
down the list, he saw an encrypted file called 'Blake'.
"Wait...this might be something...have a look around on his desk
to see if he wrote the password down somewhere", he urged his
brother.

David lifted up a few scraps of notepaper before giving up.
"Can't find any password. Try 'David'," he offered. Blake looked
at him. "Well, if the file is called 'Blake'..."

The older boy shrugged his shoulders and typed his brother's
name in the dialog box. The file decrypted and opened
immediately, making Blake gasp and bringing a small smile to
David's face. "You gay kids are sure smart," Blake quipped, only
to get a punch on the shoulder from his sibling.

"You're the one that's gay!" David accused in response.

"Me? Uncle Vince told me that you...uh oh..." Blake was silenced
by a double realisation: his uncle had planned this whole thing
from start to finish, and most of what he said had been lies.
Which meant their Mom might not be crazy after all! He scanned
the lines of text in his uncle's secret file as his mind
struggled to encompass the evil that the man had attempted to
wreak on him and his brother - his whole family, in fact. David
stood patiently next to the computer desk, idly playing with his
penis.

"I guess there's no need to be shy anymore - after all, we
sucked each other, and got fucked lots of times", Blake mused as
he glanced at his brother stroking himself. He shifted in the
chair and dropped a hand into his own lap.

"I can do that for you, while you, er, do the computer stuff, if
you want," David offered, reaching for his brother's stiffening
tool. "Not that I'm gay or nothin', like, but, you know, like
you said, we seen it all already"

Blake swivelled the chair around to face his brother, and stood
up, hugging the younger boy to him. "I never thanked you
properly for...saving me from Uncle Vince. He was gonna...Well,
I'm not gay either, but...you're the best brother a guy could
have, and...I love you, Davey" Blake concluded his little speech
with a kiss on his brother's lips, which David returned with
interest. Their lean bodies pressed together, instinctively
grinding their hips against each other.

"Can we do that...um, thing where we, uh, suck each other at the
same time? I liked that the best," David asked his brother, his
breathing heavy after their clinch.

Blake smiled. "Anytime, Davey - I liked it too. Not that I'm gay
or nothin'," he added, echoing his brother's earlier words. The
two boys sank to the carpeted floor and shuffled into position
for a sixty-nine, each one mimicking the actions of the other on
their respective penises.

After getting each other stimulated, David took his mouth off
Blake's cock to ask "Does your penis make that...stuff
yet?...Sperms?"

"Nah," came the reply. "Uncle Vince said it probably wouldn't be
long, though"

"Good. They're gross," David explained, before resuming the oral
satisfaction of his brother. After a minute of side-by-side,
Blake pulled David on top of himself so he could feel his
brother's warm skin on his own. David responded by bobbing his
head with increasing urgency, and pumping his hips downwards.
The two boys quickly brought each other off, then clambered to
their feet and kissed again.

"I sure liked that," David advised his older brother, smacking
his lips.

Blake grinned. "Me too. I'm glad Mom and Dad gave me a brother,
not a sister," he added, chuckling. "Now, we gotta think out
what to do. This...master plan...Uncle Vince wrote tells where
Mom is - Shady Rest Nursing Home - but we can't get there with
no clothes; and we don't even know how to get there!" David
could hear the frustration in his brother's voice.

David's eyes wandered around his uncle's desk, and settled on a
mobile phone. "Blake, I think I got an idea, but you hafta
promise not to laugh."

"I'm all ears," the older boy prompted.

"Well, the other night, I had to go with these Japanese guys,
the businessmen. They wanted to do all sorts of stuff, uh, with
me, some of it was pretty weird, but not too gross, like," David
said tentatively, to see whether Blake would keep his side of
the bargain and not laugh. Seeing no smirking, he continued.
"Anyway, one of the men, Aoki he said his name was, wanted me
to, uh, sit in his lap and, er, suck on his, um, boobs. He had
these little titties, he looked like one of those Buddha
statues, you know?"

Blake suppressed a giggle. "And...?"

"Well, after I sucked 'em, he wanted me to say 'I love you, Mom'
in Japanese. Yeah, I know, weird, huh? He taught me some other
Japanese words as well, I guess he liked to hear me say 'em.
He... ah...wanted to buy me, and take me back to Japan...but I
told him he couldn't, unless he bought you too. I guess Uncle
Vince paid more."

"I guess," Blake replied. "But how does this help us?"

"Well, he made me memorise his cell phone number, and said if I
ever needed help, to call him. Here's Uncle Vince's cell..."

"So call, already!" Blake yelled, sensing a lifeline.

David pressed the numbers on the small device, then held it to
his ear. "Konnichiwa, Aoki-san. It's David. Tasukete
kudasai...Hai...Hai...Look, Aoki-san, what I really need is a
car and a driver, and some clothes, right now, and no questions.
You told me your son was the same size as me, and you bought him
some clothes..."

David turned his back to his brother and lowered his voice,
making Blake realise that parts of the conversation were
private. He could hear enough, though, to understand that
David's businessman 'friend' was going to provide them with a
chauffeured hire-car, and they were going to see their Mom!

"Hai...Hai...Domo arigato!" David rang off. "Car will be here in
twenty minutes. All we gotta do is run nude across the lawn and
get in. We can get dressed in the car, and the driver will go
wherever we say."

Blake's smile nearly split his face. "Pretty clever for a gay
kid!" he laughed, which earned him another punch on the arm.

* * *

Meaghan stirred in her bed. Something felt different. She
thought she must still be dreaming - dreaming that her boys were
back, safe and sound. She tried to move, but there was something
lying on the bedsheet, next to her, keeping it tight to her
body. And there was another one on the other side. Then she
heard a voice!

"I think she's waking up," came David's theatrical whisper.

"Shh! You'll scare her!" was the reply from the other side.
Meaghan shot up to a sitting position. This dream seemed so real
- there were her two boys, lying on top of the sheet alongside
her, one on each side, just like they used to do before-

Meaghan screamed, then started sobbing, which brought two nurses
and a doctor running. They found her hugging the two boys,
laughing and crying at the same time. The doctor smiled. "Best
medicine ever," he muttered before ushering the two nurses out
of the room.

In the car, on the way to Shady Rest, Blake had convinced David
that they had no option but to tell their mother everything,
every single thing that happened, otherwise she might let Uncle
Vince near them without realising. Besides, they had to find out
where their Dad was so he could deal with Uncle Vince. They
figured that would be better than telling the cops.

So, sitting on either side of her, Meaghan's two sons took turns
recounting their experiences over the last four weeks. They left
nothing out; several times Meaghan tried to interrupt, or
covered her face, or suggested that she didn't need to know all
the gory details, but the boys insisted.

* * *

"...so we got dressed in the car, and told the driver to find
Shady Rest, and here we are! The driver's waiting for us in the
car park - we hafta find Dad, and pretty soon, I think," Blake
rounded out the incredible story. "Do you know where he is,
Mom?"

Meaghan nodded. "He...had to go into hiding, from the police, as
soon as you two boys disappeared. They thought...and- and I did
too, I suppose...that he had done something bad to you. But I
have an emergency number, that I didn't tell the police, to
contact him..."

* * *

The doctor was delighted at Meaghan's speedy recovery from
depression. He signed her release papers himself, later that
evening. The boys figured it wouldn't hurt Uncle Vince to spend
a few more hours without food or water, so it was the next
morning before their Dad came home - he travelled throughout the
night to return from his self-imposed exile and stopped first at
Vince's townhouse, to set matters right. Around  lunchtime when
they heard his car pull up in their driveway, Meaghan wanted to
run out and meet him, but the boys suggested they all wait for
him inside.

Leo didn't let himself in, or even knock on the door. After
getting out of his car, he knelt on the front lawn and bowed his
head. "Dad's still out front!" David called to the others,
having pulled the curtain to see what was keeping him. He opened
the front door to see the unusual sight of his father begging
the forgiveness of his own sons.

The boys and their mother made a ring around Leo as he told them
that Uncle Vince would never be a factor in their lives any
more. Leo said that after dealing with Vince, he had read the
file on the computer, and found the cupboard with the 'toys',
and declared that he couldn't come into their house until David
and Blake forgave him for what he put them through.

The two boys were magnanimous in victory - well, he was their
Dad, after all was said and done. They had gotten out of the
prison their father sold them to; they had learned a lot about
each other, and the ways of the big bad world (and the men in
it); and they had seen the last of Uncle Vince.

"Come on in, Dad - we've got lots to talk about," declared
Blake. "like for instance, have you guys heard about this new
school in the City..."

end