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Chapter One-Hundred Twelve: New Horizons
Thanksgiving morning and Daniel was walking among the boys as they had their breakfast. He stepped up behind Danny who quickly turned and saw his man.
"He-ey," Danny smiled and greeted Daniel in his normal sing-song way.
"He-ey yourself, little man. You haven't eaten very much. What's wrong?"
Danny's only answer was to look down and shrug his shoulders. Daniel picked the boy up, sat down, and then set Danny in his lap.
"Don't you like your oatmeal?"
Again, Danny's only answer was to look down and shrug his shoulders. The other boys stopped eating and watched as Daniel tried to talk to Danny. The other boys knew that, as slaves, you had to eat what was given to you or risk severe punishment. All of the new boys couldn't help but wonder what would happen to Danny.
"I'll interpret that as a no. What do you like to eat for breakfast back home?"
"Mr. Barry, he give me and Brian and Ian this cereal that's all different colors. It's round and got a hole in it you can see through." As Danny explained what he normally had for breakfast, he curled his first two fingers and held them with his thumb, emulating the hole in the cereal. He held his fist up to his face and peeked through the hole at Daniel.
"Mr. Dan'l," Sean whispered, "Mr. Barry normally gives them Fruit Loops cereal and a bowl of fruit with a slice of toast."
"Ohhhh, I see. But, Danny, we have a problem here. We don't have any Fruit Loops and Mr. Barry is all the way back home."
Daniel made a mental note to ask someone to go out and pickup several boxes of Fruit Loops. Danny would have his cereal the next morning and have enough to share with anyone that wanted something different.
"I'll be sure we have Fruit Loops here tomorrow, but how about you and me sharing this bowl of oatmeal this morning?"
While Daniel spoke to the boy he got a spoonful of oatmeal and fed it to Danny who looked at Daniel and grinned. Danny would eat the oatmeal if it meant he could stay in Daniel's lap. Daniel turned and looked at Sean who was giving him a disapproving look.
"Sean, what's the matter?"
"Mr. Dan'l, you're spoiling him and he's gonna expect me ta feed him like that now."
Daniel just grinned at Sean as he filled the spoon with oatmeal and fed it to Sean. Sean had to cover his mouth with his hand to avoid spitting out the food because he was laughing so hard.
Daniel carried on small talk with the other boys who just sat there, picking at their food. They would never have dared to do what Danny, or even Sean, had just done with Daniel. The boys began to think that, just maybe, things were going to be different for them. Daniel's phone rang.
"Good morning, Governor. Happy Thanksgiving," Daniel greeted his caller.
"And the same to you and the boys, Daniel," the governor responded. "I just wanted to let you know that we expect to be leaving here before too long. The matter with our South American friends is moving along and I wanted to let you know that your father and I thought it might be a good idea to bring Grandpa with us. Your father also suggested that grandpa might want to have TJ and Evan along to assist him?"
"Why don't we just say that Grandpa seems to have a special relationship with the boys," Daniel offered.
"I know the old gentleman well enough to know not to ask you to explain that comment. There's something else Daniel, and I'll have to ask you to wait and let me explain more when I see you, just trust me for right now. You have twin boys at Ft. Ogden. I need to have them there with us. Your father says I should mention their big brothers to you also."
"The twins? I don't understand, why . . ."
"Daniel, remember, I asked you to trust me and I'll explain in detail when I get there. However, since we won't meet with the delegation until tomorrow morning, it may be best to wait and have them brought down then."
"Governor, with everything you've done for us, I'd be ashamed of myself if I didn't trust you. I can ask Paul to have the boys brought down in the morning. I'm assuming that you'll be going to Orlando for Grandpa and the other boys."
"Correct. In fact, I need to finish preparations. Also, a traditional Thanksgiving dinner is headed your way. We expect to be there early this afternoon and dinner should be around two-thirty if that's alright with you. Is there anything I can bring you?"
"Not that I . . . yes, there is. We need several boxes of Fruit Loops if you could arrange it?"
"Fruit Loops?" the governor repeated, not sure he had heard Daniel correctly.
"Yes, Fruit Loops, the cereal. Oatmeal is getting a little old and some variety might help."
"I'll see to it personally," the governor answered with a laugh. "Also, I made a couple of calls last night and your cable television should be working. I thought those boys might want to see the parade or a ball game. I imagine it's been a while."
"Thank you, Governor, I'll tell the boys. I'll let them know about dinner also. See you in a little while."
"Was that really the governor?" Sean asked as Daniel put his phone away.
"Yes, Sean, that was really the governor. He's coming to have dinner with us this afternoon. Plus, he just told me that he had the cable company flip the switch on this place so you guys could watch the big parade if you wanted to."
"Parade?" Danny jumped in. "We gonna see a real parade? You hear that, Sean? We get ta see a real parade."
Danny became excited, hollering loud enough for every boy in the room to know they could see a parade. He was also crawling across Daniel's lap to put his face directly in front of Sean's. He wanted to make sure that Sean knew that they could see a real parade.
"Slow down, little man." Daniel had to grab Danny; the boy was still too young to understand that there were places in Daniel's lap where pointy little boy knees could cause a great deal of pain. "Before the parade, you have to finish breakfast. Then, after the parade, everybody gets to have a big Thanksgiving Day dinner this afternoon."
The deep, throaty sound of 'thump-thump-thump' created by the rotating blades of a large helicopter bearing National Guard markings as it approached the detention facility caused the windows in the building to vibrate. Daniel, Michael and several of the boys stepped outside to watch the helicopter as it made its approach to land. Danny stood between Daniel and Sean, keeping a tight grip on their hands for protection.
With the helicopter on the ground, the engine was cut and the blades slowed down to where the sound was now a gentle whooshing noise. The doors did not open until the blades had stopped spinning. Two men in uniform jumped to the ground and then set some stairs in place. Daniel recognized the governor, Amos Crawford and Ron Wilson. Behind them came TJ and Evan who stepped out of the way for the guardsmen to lift Grandpa in his wheelchair. Grandpa's 'nurse' followed. Dr. Thompson, Daniel's father, was the last to exit the chopper.
"Look, Mr. Dan'l!" Danny cried out. "It's TJ 'n Evan. They come ta be with us."
"TJ! TJ!" Everyone turned toward the young voice screaming for TJ. Kyle came running across the yard, headed for TJ.
When TJ and Evan stepped out of the helicopter, the sound of a foreign language caught Daniel's attention. He turned and watched the four boys from South America; four boys that he now thought of as being the Mayan boys. TJ and Evan were still dressed as Cherubs. The four boys were speaking to one another, and pointing at TJ and Evan. Daniel saw Enrico standing with the boys and wanted to ask him what the boys were saying; but the time wasn't right.
"Daniel," said the governor approaching Daniel with his hand extended.
"Governor, thank you for joining us," Daniel replied. "Hope you had a good trip."
Daniel then greeted and shook hands with Ron Wilson and Amos Crawford. While Daniel greeted the men, Danny kept a tight grip on both Sean's and Daniel's hands while he tried to look into the bags the men carried. The governor noticed Danny trying to look inside the bag.
"Danny, I was asked to bring something very special with me. I'm willing to bet that that special something is for you," the governor stated as he reached in the bag and offered a box to Danny.
"Fruit Loops!" Danny cried out as he broke into a big smile and reached for the box.
"What do you say to the governor," Daniel whispered in the boy's ear.
"Thank you," Danny said in his sing-song voice, tilting his head and smiling.
"We have five bags of Fruit Loops so you can share with your new friends. Can you and a couple of friends take them inside?"
Sean, Alex and Danny took the bags and headed to the kitchen with Danny's favorite cereal. The men laughed as they watched the boys' bubble butts jiggle like mounds of gelatin as they ran across the yard. Their attention was then caught by Grandpa's laughter.
"Grandpa," Daniel said by way of greeting, "I think these two boys spend more time with you than anywhere else. Maybe we should just let them stay in Orlando with you. Looks like you may have picked up a third boy, too." Daniel added, nodding at Kyle as the young boy held onto TJ.
TJ and Evan grinned and blushed. They liked being with Grandpa. They loved the fact that he truly cared about them, and they for him.
"Well, I think that would make me about the happiest old coot in that place, but there are two problems. I think the boys would soon be bored to death, and they aren't old enough to qualify for an old folk's home. Besides, I need all the rest I can get between their visits."
Grandpa looked over and spotted the four Mayan boys. The boys had walked about half the distance from where they had been towards Grandpa. There was no doubt that they were staring intently at Grandpa and the boys.
"Those the boys?" Grandpa asked.
"That's them," Daniel responded. "They've been quite interested in TJ and Evan since they stepped off the chopper."
"Given how TJ and Evan are dressed, I imagine so," Grandpa commented while still watching the boys. "They're probably wondering why these two are dressed like their fellow tribesmen."
Grandpa turned to look at Daniel as the realization hit Daniel. He had gotten the idea for the Cherub outfits when he saw a picture of an Indian boy kneeling before a man that appeared to be a chief.
"Am I just to be ignored here?" Dr. Thompson asked as he stepped up to his son.
"Dad, you know better," Daniel said as he embraced his father. "Besides, you wouldn't let me ignore you."
"Daniel," the governor interrupted, "do you have some place we can talk in private?"
The group of men started walking towards the office when Daniel again heard his name called. He turned around to see TJ and Evan waiting to be told what they should do. Daniel let the boys know they could be comfortable and join the other boys. The two boys quickly shed their outfits and gave Grandpa a hug before running off towards the other boys. Daniel watched the four Indian boys as they seemed to concentrate on TJ and Evan. Daniel also noticed that Grandpa seemed to be intently watching the four Indian boys.
Daniel had to get chairs from another office, but soon all six men sat in a circle to discuss business. Grandpa's nurse had left the group to find out where Grandpa would sleep and get his room ready.
"Daniel, before we discuss the four Indian boys, I wanted to talk about the nine boys that were criminally enslaved. Ron had the boys' records pulled and then did some additional background work. The bottom line is that I don't understand how four of those boys got here in the first place. They were convicted and enslaved for misdemeanors and had no prior records. Up to the time they were picked up, they had decent grades in school. One of the boys was an honor student. Two others were enslaved for misdemeanors, but they had records as being disruptive; nothing really serious, just a little rowdy, breaking curfews, that sort of thing. I'm going to sign pardons for all six. It'll be up to you to determine if and when they are returned to their families. We're already pulling the judge's conviction records to determine how many more boys they've enslaved under those same circumstances. In the mean time, it's the remaining three that give me concern."
"Excuse me," Daniel interrupted, "but the six boys you just mentioned. Do the files show that they have families or any extraordinary circumstances that might explain why they were enslaved? Possibly a parent complaining about the boy being incorrigible, rebellious, some other reason?"
"There's some negative information you should read, Daniel, in three of the files," Ron Wilson interjected. "One of the boys was getting involved with a street gang and his mother didn't think she could control him. She made a statement to the effect that the court might as well go ahead and enslave him because that's where he was headed anyway. There didn't appear to be a male figure in the household. In fact, in four of the files, there is no suggestion of a male figure to give the boys guidance. Drugs were involved in more than one household."
"Were the boys themselves into the drugs?" Daniel asked.
"The files note a suspicion, but nothing concrete. The boys denied it."
The men exchanged 'what else would they say' looks.
"Well, that pretty much tells me that we'll handle them back at Ft. Ogden. I had hoped to be able to give some families a better holiday with some reunions, but I think those boys will be better off with us for now."
When no one said anything for a moment, the governor resumed.
"Daniel, that brings us to the other three. One was definitely into a rough gang. Notes in the file suggest he was very rebellious. The judge probably thought he fit the incorrigible category and made him a slave for life. When I looked at his records, I was surprised to see that he tested out with a very high IQ; he was just throwing his life away.
"The other two weren't part of any gang; at least their files don't state that they were. However, they were convicted for theft and destruction of property. I wanted us to talk to them before any decision was made regarding their futures. You're the one that will be responsible, so you need to be involved in the decision.
"My initial thought is to not grant them a pardon, but commute their sentence to probation with conditions. Hopefully, their time as slaves has allowed them to gain some appreciation for their freedom and opportunities."
"I'll assume those conditions are basically toe the line?" Daniel asked.
"It's the only way I can think of to give them incentive to straighten out their lives. If they are willing to put forth the effort and everything works out, then they will receive a full pardon and their files will be sealed."
"When do you want to deal with them?" Daniel asked.
"I thought we might as well get it behind us. Hopefully, it'll work out well and everyone will feel better and enjoy their dinner a little more."
Daniel excused himself from the meeting to locate the nine boys. When he stepped into the hall where the boys were watching the parade, the boys were sitting in a small group with the undercover policemen. Daniel just used a hand signal for the policemen, and the boys, to come with him. Once in the hall, Daniel asked the policemen to escort the boys to an area just outside the room where the men were meeting and keep them in the hallway.
Daniel walked outside to check on the boys not watching the parade. He noticed that the four Indian boys and some of the boys from Ft. Ogden were not in the room. TJ and Evan, with Kyle still hanging onto TJ, were with a group of boys playing a game of kick- the-ball-around. The four Indian boys stood nearby, observing.
Daniel also spotted Michael talking with Jeff and Mark. He walked over to the trio.
"Mike, are we still setup for removing the slave chips? Looks like we'll have at least six more . . . no, it'll be nine."
"You talking about the nine boys criminally enslaved?" Michael asked.
"That's them. The governor is giving six of them pardons. The other three will have their sentences commuted to probation in our care. I don't want them to feel as though they are still marked and we're just waiting for them to screw up so we can get rid of them. They need to feel like they are just like all the other boys. I thought it might help if we could do it today."
"We only have one van here, but we can do it. If you're sure the governor is going to let them free now, we could start before dinner. However, if I put them in twilight, I doubt that they'll feel like having any dinner for a while. Why don't we wait until after dinner?"
"Michael, believe me, with boys their age, it would take a major catastrophe for them not to feed their stomachs. Do you think you could give them the nerve block?" Daniel asked, anxious for the boys to feel free and equal to the other boys.
"If they're willing to put up with a little discomfort, and minimal pain, they could all be done before dinner. I'll need for Jeff, Mark and maybe one or two others to lend a hand."
The foursome returned to the meeting room. Daniel addressed the nine boys waiting in the hall, their expressions showing fear.
"Boys, I'm going back into this room. I will come right back with two folders and ask those two boys to join us for a talk. In this room you will meet with the governor, the director of corrections and the director for family services. There are other people in the room, but it's those three that you will be concerned with. I can see the fear in your expressions. Try to relax, I promise you that nothing bad is going to happen to you in there."
Daniel knew the boys would automatically think 'maybe not in there, but what about when we come out'. There was nothing else he could say. He was tempted to tell them they were about to receive pardons, but that should be a message for the governor to deliver. Michael entered the room followed by Michael, Jeff and Mark.
"Doctor," the governor called out. "I haven't seen you in quite some time. And Mark, good to see you again." The governor paused a moment and then smiled at the young men.
"You know, the last time I can remember seeing Michael and Mark in the same room together, I believe Michael had a naked Mark lying on his back on my conference table. I believe Mark was in the midst of enjoying himself."
All the men knew the story of the governor walking in on Mark's exam and of Mark having an orgasm on the governor's conference table. They all broke into good natured laughter, including Mark who also showed a deep blush to the extra amusement of the group.
"Governor, we have the boys out in the hallway. I thought I'd bring them in one or two at a time so you could personally deliver the news. Those poor kids are scared to death right now. When you finish, Michael is going to take them to the medical van and remove their slave chips."
"Good thinking. Then they'll have the physical evidence that they are free. Let's do two at a time except for the three we discussed."
Daniel reached for two of the files in a stack of six. As he did, Grandpa spoke up.
"Gentlemen, as much as I would like to sit here and observe the boys' reactions when you let them know they are free, these old bones are beginning to feel a bit weary from sitting in this chair too long. I will excuse myself for a short rest and rejoin you for dinner, if someone would be so kind as to let me know when it's time."
"Mark," Daniel spoke up, "Look outside and ask TJ and Evan to come help Grandpa."
Daniel looked at Grandpa with a slight look of mischief. Grandpa returned the look with a slight twinkle in his eye. Daniel didn't know how much rest Grandpa would get with the boys, but he knew the three of them would be relaxed for dinner.
TJ and Evan came running in. Both boys' faces were a little red from running around, and their naked bodies glistened with perspiration. Most of the men in the room were not accustomed to naked boys running in and were initially surprised, and then chuckled. Daniel brought the first two boys in.
The boys followed Daniel, tentatively. When Daniel pointed to where they should go, the boys stepped in front of the governor and assumed the slave rest-present position. They stood with their eyes pointed to the floor, feet shoulder width apart and hands in the small of their backs. When no one said anything, one of the boys started to drop to his knees.
"Whoa. No need for that," the governor stated.
"Which one of you is Dwayne?" the governor asked.
"Here, master, sir," one boy responded.
"That means you are Jud, or Judson."
"Yes, master, sir."
"Boys, do you know who I am?"
"No, master, sir," the boys answered almost simultaneously. Daniel had told the boys who they would see, but they didn't know which man was actually the governor and neither boy wanted to chance making a mistake.
"I'm the governor of this state. Behind you is the head of the corrections department and the head of family services. On Mr. Thompson's recommendations, and after reviewing your files, we have decided that both of you are to receive full pardons. Do you know what that means?"
Both boys continued to stand in the rest-present position. It was obvious that one of the boys was shaking and, possibly, crying. The governor placed a finger under each boy's chin to lift their heads.
"Boys, it means that you are free. You no longer have to stand in front of someone and look down. You no longer call anyone master. You are free. You're being made wards of the state in the care of Mr. Thompson and his group."
By the time the governor finished speaking, both boys had tears running down their cheeks. One of the boys stepped up to the governor and wrapped his arms around the man. The room was quiet as the governor held both boys and let them cry. After a couple of minutes, Daniel motioned for Mark and Jeff to take the boys out.
The boys were taken into the next room where Michael told them he was going to remove their slave chips, just as had been done for the other boys. He explained the procedure to them and gave them the option of being put under a twilight sleep or receiving a local anesthetic that would be applied directly through the rectum. He cautioned the boys that they might feel some discomfort or a little pain with just the anesthetic. The advantage of the anesthetic was that they would most likely be able to have Thanksgiving dinner with the rest of the boys.
"Sir, if it's all the same to you, I'd just as soon have the anesthetic thing. I know you gotta stick something up my butt to get the chip out, but I've already had so many different things in there that I don't think it can hurt me that much."
When Jeff, Mark and Michael laughed a little, the boy realized what he had said and blushed.
"Mark, why don't you stick your head outside and see if you can spot Brad or Patrick, or anyone that could help these boys clean themselves and we'll get started."
"We can give ourselves a enema, sir. We had ta do it all the time to one another," Dwayne volunteered.
"We appreciate that, but I'll need someone to help the other boys too. You two get to be the first to have the chips taken out. When you're cleaned and properly prepared, Mark will bring you over to where Jeff and I will be setting things up. Okay?"
"Grandpa, it looks like they set you up with a real nice room here," TJ commented as they entered the room reserved for Grandpa.
TJ stopped the wheelchair and locked the wheels. Both boys helped Grandpa stand.
"Ohh, boy!" Grandpa exclaimed. "It feels good to get outta that thing. My legs were going numb."
"Here, Grandpa," Evan said, "Lay down here and we'll rub your legs ta get the circulation goin' right."
"You know, boys, this bed's a lot bigger than the one back at the old folk's place. If one of you gets up here on each side of me, I bet I could massage some extra blood into your little leg while you massage my legs."
TJ and Evan grinned at each other, knowing what Grandpa wanted. The boys got on the bed, on their knees, facing the foot of the bed. Grandpa put a hand between the youthful thighs, enjoying the feel of their silky smooth skin, and grasped what every boy knew to be his shorter third leg. The boys knew what pleased their favorite man, and soon Grandpa's third leg was buried to the hilt down Evan's throat while TJ rolled a spongy orb around in his mouth.
Four more boys were brought in two at a time. The sequence of events was almost the same for all pairs of boys. Not knowing exactly what was expected when they entered the room the boys knew the safest thing for them was to revert to their slave training. When told they were being freed, all four of the boys cried and all of the men felt deeply for them. Two were shaking so badly, they had to be helped from the room. Finally, it was time to talk to the last three boys. The three boys had been in serious trouble, and enslaved for committing felonies.
When Daniel stepped into the hall he could see that one of the boys was shaking and already crying. When Daniel called out Calvin's name, the frightened boy fell to his knees at Daniel's feet.
"Please, master! Please! I swear, I didn't tell nobody, just like master made me promise. Please, master, don't do it."
The boy was almost in hysterics, pleading for Daniel not to do something. Daniel noticed that the boy reached down as if to protect his genitals. Daniel had one of the officers take the other two boys into the room while he stayed with Calvin.
"Calvin, what are you carrying on about? What is it you're so afraid of?"
Daniel tried to lift the boy, but the boy had totally collapsed on the floor. He looked and saw that the boy was so frightened that he had lost control of his bladder. Daniel picked the boy up and carried him to the far wall. Sitting on the floor, he kept the boy in his lap and let him cry. The boy cried and kept pleading for them not to cut him.
"Calvin, why do you think we're going to hurt you? What do you think we're going to cut?"
"My master said he'd have me cut. Said he'd have me cut so I was a girl and then I'd be called Callie. Please, master, I had'n told nobody what I did, I swear. I don't wanna be cut like that! I'll do anything . . . anything!"
Daniel held the boy back so he could look him in the face.
"Calvin, I want you to look at me. Look at me, son." Calvin lifted his head. "Now, I want you to tell me what this is all about and why you think we're going to hurt you. Take a deep breath and get control of yourself."
"I was the personal slave boy for my master's son. His name's Matthew. I was supposed to take care of him. My master found out right after he bought me that I was an honor student in school. I was supposed to help him dress, clean his room, take care of his clothes, and help with his school work. The only thing master didn't let him do was take me outta the house. Master, I was the one that did most of the schoolwork that young Master Matthew got the best grades on."
Daniel heard the door open and looked up to see his father and the governor listening. Daniel tapped the side of his nose and his father understood that Daniel wanted tissues for the boy. Calvin continued with his story.
"The only time I left Master Matthew's room was when I went to the basement to eat or take a shower. I was required to shower every day. I had ta be clean all the time in case Master Matthew or one of his friends wanted to use me."
"You mean to use you for sex?"
"Yes, Master. Master Matthew used me most every day and his friends two or three days a week."
"What about Matthew's father? Did he use you for sex as well?"
"Yes, Master. Of course, I was just a lowly slave and he had the right to use me. He got kinda rough sometimes, but he didn't really hurt me much. He punished me sometimes if I didn't move fast enough or if he thought Master Matthew didn't get as good a grade as he wanted on some schoolwork I did. At least, he didn't hurt me till the end."
"When was the end? What did you do that was so bad, Calvin?"
When Daniel asked the question, Calvin became very tense and started shaking again.
"Master said I can't say what I did. He said if I told he'd have me cut." Calvin began to cry again and gave Daniel a pleading look.
"Relax, Calvin. Just take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Then tell me what happened. I promise, you are not in any trouble and no one is going to hurt you. C'mon now, a deep breath and let it out slowly."
Calvin did as he was told. Daniel took the tissues form his father and had Calvin blow his nose. After taking another deep breath, he continued with his story.
"Sometimes, usually late at night, Master would come into Master Matthew's room and get me. I always slept on Master Matthew's floor at the foot of his bed. When Master came to get me I always knew it was because he wanted to use me for sex. He liked for me to play with him some and then he always put me on my back and took me. I knew he'd be mad if I wasn't clean so I was always clean for him. He always said I was the best fuck boy he ever had.
"One night, almost two months ago now, he came in the room late at night. It was real late and Master Matthew, who knew his father liked ta use me but always pretended to be asleep, thought everybody was asleep. What nobody knew was that when Master Matthew used me for sex a lot of the times, I wasn't the one on the bottom. Master came into the room that night and caught us." Calvin cried a little but tried to retain his composure. Daniel exchanged looks with the governor and his father.
"He got mad, madder'n I'd ever seen 'im. He slapped Master Matthew several times and called him a faggot. He grabbed me by both my wrists. He crossed them and tied them together. While he was doin' that he kept tellin' me what a piece of trash I was and he was gonna teach me a lesson I'd never forget. He pulled me out to the garage where he punished the slaves. There's a big hook that hangs from the ceiling by a chain. He slipped the rope over the hook and pushed a button so the chain pulled me off the floor. He used three belts that he held together at the buckles and started wailin' on me. He whipped me and I cried and begged. He said if I ever told anybody that I'd fucked Matthew, he'd have my balls cut off. He just kept whippin' me and screamin' at me, callin' me all kinds o' stuff, till I passed out. He threw ice water on me to wake me and whipped me some more. He whipped me and screamed at me till I couldn't cry anymore." Calvin's voice trailed off, he took a deep breath.
Daniel looked at the boy he held in his lap. He appeared to be mulatto with skin the color of coffee with a lot of cream. His hair was such a dark brown that it was almost black. His eyes looked almost like a mixture of green and gray, depending on how the light reflected in them. With a classic Greek nose and lips full, but not too full. There was a small dimple on his chin and the strong suggestion of dimpled cheeks when he smiled, if Daniel could get him to smile. Who would want to traumatize such a beautiful child?
"Finally, Mistress came out and stopped him. I didn't know how long I'd been hangin' there till she said he'd been beatin' me all night. Master wouldn't take me down. Mistress got 'im to stop beatin' me and he went inside the house. Mistress lowered the hook so my feet were on the floor and gave me some water. She told me not to make a sound or he might come out and want to beat me some more.
"A little while later I heard Master Matthew screamin'. I recognized the sound of the belt hittin' his back. The same sound I'd heard all night when they hit me. Master was still mad and screamin'. I heard him tell Matthew that he wasn't any better than that damn faggot slave. I knew he meant me.
"Mistress brought me some water and crackers. Matthew was behind her. He didn't have a shirt on and I could see where Master beat him. He was cryin' and sayin' how sorry he was. I thought that was strange. I didn't think a master was supposed to apologize to a slave. Mistress told me that Master was threatening to have me castrated and my tongue cut out so I couldn't tell nobody what I'd done. I was so scared. All I did was what Master Matthew told me to do. He said he loved me. Not even my own mom had said that to me in a long time. Mistress took me to that club where you got us. She said she'd never tell Master where I was. They were supposed to ship me out of town, but did'n. That was a bad place, too."
"But, Calvin, why did you think we would hurt you?"
"I heard some of the other boys come out of there. I heard somebody say somethin' 'bout operating and only a little anesthetic. I thought Master found me and was havin' you cut my . . . ." Daniel didn't give the boy a chance to finish as he pulled the boy in for a hug.
"Calvin, sometimes when you only hear part of a conversation, you can jump to the wrong conclusions."
"That's right, Calvin," the governor interrupted, "Those boys had heard me tell them, like I'm telling you now, that I'm commuting your sentence. Do you know what that means?"
Calvin shook his head slowly.
"It means that you will no longer be a slave, but be on probation in Mr. Thompson's care. You'll have to behave; you can't do the things you did for the court to make you a slave. You will get to be like a free boy and go to school, too."
"But, sir, I did'n wanna do those things. The boys in that gang said if I did'n go with 'em they'd beat me up every day and tell the man that sold my mom drugs not to let her have any. If she did'n have 'em, she got real sick. I had ta do it." Calvin pleaded for understanding.
"Not anymore, Calvin; not anymore. You're free and will be somewhere that no one will make you do anything you don't want to do," Daniel told him, looking the boy straight in the eyes.
"But first," Dr. Thompson interrupted this time, "you have to come with me. We are going to see Dr. Mike who will give you an anesthetic, and remove your slave chip."
The sudden look of recognition, of understanding what he was being told, was priceless to the three men.
"Calvin, this is Dr. Thompson, my father. I promise, he won't hurt you. You'll find he's a very nice man. Just do me a favor, though, and don't tell him I said so. He might get a big head." Daniel smiled at the boy. Calvin gave Daniel a puzzled look.
The governor and Daniel stood in silence as they watched Dr. Thompson head off with Calvin. Calvin was holding Dr. Thompson's hand and didn't show any signs of being ready to let go.
"Daniel, did you see in that boy's file who his Master was?"
"Yes, I did."
"So did I. Maybe it's time for me to invite a couple of extra guests out here tomorrow afternoon."
Grandpa had moved from stroking the boys third member with his hands to massaging it with his tongue and gums. As he sucked one boy in, enjoying the feel of the youthful member going down his throat, he inserted two fingers into the other boy's anus, searching for the fabled acorn. Grandpa enjoyed hearing the whimpering sounds each boy made as he pleased them. Grandpa knew how to take each boy to the edge and then back him down.
After a few minutes, Grandpa decided he needed to get on his knees. As he did so, the boys waited to be told what they should do. Grandpa had Evan lay on the bed, looking up at him. Reaching for a tube of lube, Grandpa carefully lubricated Evan's anus. Bending the boy almost double, with the boy's legs over his shoulders, Grandpa lined himself up for entry. Before entering Evan, Grandpa had TJ lube himself and line up to penetrate Grandpa.
"Grandpa, this is the first time you ever done this with us," Evan commented.
"Your old Grandpa can still pull a few tricks out of his hat boys. I ain't nearly ready to give up, yet. You ready TJ? You push in all the way and then push me into Evan. Then you back up and hold still. While I go into Evan, I'll pull off you and then reverse it. If I have it right, I should stroke over Evan's prostate each time. First one ta blow owes the other two a blow job. Fair enough?"
TJ's answer was to push into Grandpa and then push him into Evan. Evan moaned in satisfaction of the deep penetration. TJ pulled half way out of Grandpa and held still as he had been told. Grandpa moved front to rear, penetrating Evan and impaling himself; sharing the pleasures with the boys. Grandpa moved slowly at first, picking up his pace, and then slowing down again. He swiveled his hips to tease both boys, causing them to gasp and moan.
Both boys became lost in a world of lust and pleasure. With no concerns for who might hear them, they cried out their pleasures and moaned, until Grandpa had reduced both boys to whimpering pups. Finally, with sweat pouring off his sagging shoulders onto Evan, and with TJ almost leaning on him, Grandpa had to let loose, experiencing one of the finest orgasms of his senior years. The contractions caused his anal muscles to squeeze TJ harder, pushing him over the edge, while Evan had lost control almost simultaneously with Grandpa. Floating through their sexual high and gasping for air, the three males collapsed on top of each other. Grandpa was first to recover somewhat, and speak.
"You young pups are gonna be the death of this old man, but what a way ta go. You boys see those Indian boys here?"
"Uh-huh," was the most of an answer either boy could give at the moment.
"What'd you say if I told you they're considered to be reincarnated gods of pleasure?"
Dr. Thompson personally walked Calvin to the shower. Brad was in the shower to help the boys. When Calvin didn't want to release Dr. Thompson's hand and looked at him with pleading eyes, Dr. Thompson gave in. He stripped and joined the boys in the shower, personally taking care of Calvin.
After the shower, Dr. Thompson walked the boy over to the medical van and stayed with him through the entire procedure, never letting go of his hand. Dr. Thompson told Michael the boy had been heavily traumatized. Michael knew to give the boy extra anesthetic.
While the last three boys were being treated, several volunteers from the police department and news media arrived. The boys were initially surprised, and a little uncertain, at the sight of the police cars. When the men got out of their cars, all dressed in civilian clothes and carrying trays of food, the boys relaxed and helped carry the food inside.
The last two boys waited in the medical van for Calvin to be ready to join the others. The dinner had already begun, but the boys had already been assured that they wouldn't be too late to eat with the others. Dr. Thompson had asked Michael to save Calvin's chip. The other two boys then asked if they could have their chips, also. Michael retrieved two chips, not knowing if they were the correct ones, thinking it didn't matter.
Dr. Thompson entered the mess hall with Calvin still holding his hand. Michael followed with the other two boys holding his hands. Jeff and Mark were behind them. Stopping a moment, Calvin looked around the room and then headed for one corner, pulling Dr. Thompson with him. The other two boys followed, pulling Michael along.
The three boys, led by Calvin, stood in front of the large group of boys and held their slave chips high for everyone to see. All the boys stopped talking to look, curious to see what was going to happen. Calvin led his two friends over to the garbage can and forcefully threw his chip away. He then looked at the crowd of boys, pumped his fist in the air, and screamed,
"YES!! WE'RE FREE!! WE'RE FREEEE!!"
The room literally exploded into cheers.
End Ch 112 To Be Continued
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