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Chapter Forty-Four: New Horizons
When the vans parked at the New Horizons home base, Michael opened the side door to find all of his boys had gotten naked again on the trip home. He remembered hearing the little ones carrying on and giggling and thinking how nice the sound of innocence was. When the boys exited the van already naked, he wondered exactly how innocent they really were. The boys spread out with the little ones headed straight for the pool. There was only one thing he could do, smile and keep going.
Sean was happy to have the restrictions on his physical activities lifted. As soon as he got out of the van he waved to his brother and headed towards the soccer field. If there wasn't a game going there, he knew he could find another game at the basket ball court or volley ball field. Brad watched his brother run off, and then he headed towards the dorm building. Just before he reached the building he spotted the friend he knew was waiting on him. He waved and then walked around the building towards a pre-agreed on area. Neither boy was aware that they were being watched.
Daniel had thought most of the trip back about the monetary gift and what was the best application of the funds. Events of the past few days at New Horizons, and after seeing Jeremy, convinced Daniel the boys needed to talk to a professional. Having been a slave, Daniel knew the mental and emotional devastation it could inflict on a young boy. Sometimes he wondered who had it worse, the young boy who experienced the single shock of slavery, or the street kids who knew the shock of abandonment and lived with the constant fear of possible enslavement. Michael was Daniel's best counsel on the subject. Both men headed to the infirmary.
Jimmy lay in his bed, sleeping. Timmy was curled up on the chairs sleeping. Jimmy had pillows tucked around him to prevent him from rolling over onto broken bones and bruised tissue. The last time Daniel saw the boy, pain registered over his entire being. Now, he appeared peaceful, almost angelic in his deep slumber.
Timmy, who was responsible for Jimmy's condition, looked as though he was anything but comfortable. It was Jimmy who saved the boy from being blacklisted by the other boys and the opportunity to win back their trust. Daniel and Michael watched the two boys as they slept. Jimmy said the two of them were friends, sharing quiet nights in fear and pain. Again, they shared pain, but it was of a different kind. Jimmy's was physical; you would be able to see him heal. Timmy's was emotional, a professional was needed to help him heal; a professional and the support of those who cared for him. Ironically, the one he hurt would be the first to give and give the most.
Paul stepped up behind Michael and Daniel and stood in the doorway. He knew Daniel was in deep thought. The grin on Daniel's face said it was a pleasant thought. Michael quietly observed the boys. Paul placed a hand on his friend's shoulder, startling him. The three men stepped outside the room.
"To see them now, no one would believe what was going on around here the past three or four days." Daniel commented.
"Timmy's only left that room to get them food and take care of necessities since the meeting yesterday. He's staying with Jimmy round the clock. When I checked on them about mid-morning Jimmy started teasing Tim, telling me how good Tim was getting at wiping his back side. When I looked over at Tim he was turning five different shades of red, but smiling. He took it in stride. Notice how close he has those chairs to Jimmy's bed? He's afraid if he sleeps in the other bed he won't hear Jimmy call him if he's needed in the middle of the night. " Paul laughed and then continued. "Speaking of which, how was the trip?"
"Much better than I thought it was going to be. Let me show you what we received." Daniel pulled out the envelope with the gift check. Then he showed Paul the check gifted for legal expenses on the suits.
"Who gave us this kind of money?" Paul asked, both curious and astonished.
"Anonymous. I'm serious; Clayton Thorpe knows but he's been sworn to secrecy. I'm assured it's all legitimate. Remember when I said I wanted all the boys to under go a psychological profile? Now we have the resources. Think you can arrange something for them? Even if it's only a few at a time; I'm particularly concerned about the older boys who've had to sell themselves on the streets." Michael and Paul could see the concern in Daniel's expression.
"Daniel, that's more than enough for what we want." Michael offered. "These people we're working with will do it to help the kids. It would be nice though that if they give the time and experience, we could at least cover their hard expenses. Maybe we could pay for a motel room rather than keeping them here. If we're going to have help and visitors on a fairly frequent basis, what about trying to get a manufactured unit to use as guest quarters?"
"That's a thought. It shouldn't take too much to get a second hand unit in good shape. This weekend we'll have the Captain and his friends here visiting. It'd be nice to have proper accommodations for them. If we bring in psychologists, they could stay here and watch the boys on a day to day basis. There's a couple of manufacturers over around the Tampa area that may be able to help. Let's look into it and get some numbers. I'll present it to the board for approval." Daniel concluded.
"Oh, something else I was going to tell you about." Paul started to smile. "I was back here right after lunch. As I approached the door I could hear Tim and Jimmy talking. When I realized they weren't talking to each other I peaked in the door. Alex and Mikey were in the other bed together. Jimmy and Timmy were coaching them on how to masturbate without rubbing themselves raw. You should have heard them, it was hilarious. What I wouldn't have given for a sound movie camera at that point." Both men stood there, laughing.
Outside, Daniel spotted Kevin and Frank; he motioned for both boys to come over to him.
"Fellas, we brought back some guests from Orlando. Two of the boys are the Captain's; the other young boys belong to some of the other volunteers that will be here on Saturday. Do me a favor? Spread word among the older boys to keep an eye out on the little ones. The Captain wasn't very worried, but I really don't want his sons learning too much, too early, okay?"
"Sure thing, Mr. Dan'l." the boys replied almost simultaneously. "If they hook up with the twins, the Captain's kids could get a real education, real fast. We'll try to keep an eye on them, sir. Uh, Mr. Dan'l? Do we need to see Mr. Rick about pulling some more mattresses out?"
"I don't think so. The boys said they would just pull a couple of mattresses off the beds and lay them side by side on the floor. They could sleep across them. If it works, let 'em do it. To them that's more fun than us having beds set up." Daniel and Michael headed for the administrative offices. Daniel wanted to talk more with Paul and include additional staff members.
Paul was busy going through paper work. Daniel never realized how much paper work was involved with caring for over one hundred boys. Daniel did realize that he would be in a lot of trouble if he didn't have Paul and some other staff members to support their efforts. The men gathered in Daniel's office.
"When we got to the hospital this morning, I was given this folder. I'd like for all of you to take a few minutes and look through the papers." Daniel handed Paul the folder, who opened the file so both he and the other staff members could view all the contents. "If you think some of the names look familiar, I'll tell you they are some of the same places and people we contacted when we were looking for Evan."
"Daniel," Jeff began, "who or how ^Å.."
"We don't know." Daniel interrupted, "the papers were in that folder, in this envelope. There was a cover letter that said the only person who could identify anyone was sworn to secrecy. The person in the know appears to be Clayton Thorpe. By the way, the Captain received an identical folder."
"What does he think about the papers?"
"He's checking out their validity now. We don't have any reason to believe they are anything other than what you see." Daniel continued. "There's more, I also received these two envelopes."
Jeff opened one envelope and after seeing the check, just looked up at Daniel who motioned for him to look in the other envelope. Jeff opened the second envelope and showed the contents of both envelopes to the other staff members.
"Daniel" Rick looked at Daniel with a confused expression. "Who's doing all this?"
"I have no idea." Daniel responded, "The checks are valid. One is a contribution towards legal expenses for the injunction suit and whatever follows. The other is to help the boys. I thought we might use part of it to get some psychologists in here for evaluation sessions. I don't want to hear of any repeats of last week."
"That's understandable." Paul stated, "but, what about these papers. Do you plan on using these?"
Daniel thought a moment, sighed, and then answered. "Assuming all this is legitimate, I think we have an obligation to the boys to act on the information. However, before anything is done, I think we need to sit down and talk to the boys involved, beginning with Brian and Josh. First, though, we'll wait for the Captain to confirm the information. All this now leads me to Connor and Peter, our two young nudists. Have we heard anything from the British consulate; or anyone else, for that matter?"
"Nothing, yet." Paul answered, "I was waiting till you got back. I thought that maybe you might have gotten some more information from the Captain. Elizabeth did some research on the story; in fact, the story's still running on the news. I understand they are showing pictures of the parents, hoping someone will recognize them and call in with local family or contact information. So far, nothing."
"If we don't hear anything by tomorrow morning, let's start making a few calls of our own. These boys are hanging in limbo right now and I can't tell if they're in shock or whether it's even really registered with them that their parents are gone. Seems that someone will have to think in terms of burials, legal representation for the boys, and related issues. I'll ask Arthur for a referral on both of the legal issues we have here for the boys."
"Speaking of Arthur," Paul interjected, "any more word on how Jeremy is doing?"
"Not yet, that's one of the reasons I'm calling them soon as we finish here."
During the ride back from Orlando Daniel had heard the younger boys in the back of the van. They whispered and giggled as many little boys do and seemed to get along fine. The twins were talking with the Captain's oldest son, who had impressed Daniel as a pretty level headed kid. Daniel would have been worried if he had heard the boys' conversation.
"When we get back, me and John, here, will show you what the older boys like to do. They got these special places they go. They think that nobody knows 'bout them, but we do. The big boys go there and they put on a show you wouldn't believe. Sometimes we have ta be careful they don't see or hear us. Sometimes, we have to run off 'cause the show gets so hot. We'll show ya soon as we get back. Oh, yeah, Connor, the foreign boy, we promised ta show him too. Me and John's been tryin' to figure out how ta get the bigger boys to let us ride 'em; we'd show 'em a good time." Bill talked excitedly to the Captain's oldest boy. "Thing is, Mr. Dan'l's said they shouldn't fool around with us 'cause we're so young. Last week when there was a fight, me and John was ridin' the ponies for the big boys before the fight. After we watch the show, if ya want, we can do a belly rub like the last time you was here."
The Captain's oldest son, who by now was as naked as the twins, was excited by the stories they told him. The state of his own personal source of pleasure said he was more than ready to participate in anything they had planned. Noticing his new friend's predicament, Bill reached over and wrapped a hand around the boy's stiffy and held it for him. Bill really wanted to taste his friend, but knew Daniel would frown strongly on such an act, so he held his friend during the rest of the ride.
When the vans stopped and everyone started getting out, the boys made sure they were behind and very close to one of the bigger boys. They didn't want Daniel to see the state of their arousal. Just as they passed the side of the administration building, Connor joined them. Connor immediately noticed the boys' predicament and had to place both hands over his mouth to stifle his giggles.
The boys walked as calmly as four sexually aroused pre-adolescents could walk through the recreation area, watching and waiting for one of the bigger boys to make the tell-tale move. When they saw Brad wave and then cut behind the dorm they headed toward the garden. More than one boy noticed the younger boys' situation and openly pointed and laughed at the site. Half way through the garden the boys veered off through the grove and doubled back to some nearby woods. In the woods, the twins put a finger to their lips, signaling the others to stay quiet. Slowly and quietly, the boys approached a cluster of bushes that almost always had a good show going on the other side. They were not disappointed.
The two older boys were locked in a tight embrace and passionate kiss. The movement in their necks said that their tongues eagerly explored their partner's mouth. The sounds emanating from deep within their being evidenced the pleasures they felt being with one another. Patrick broke the kiss, stared into his lover's eyes and then focused his attention on Brad's neck. Brad threw his head back giving his lover unrestricted access to the sensitive area. The boys' hands roamed the other's body; caressing, scratching, pinching, and feeling the heat each boy produced.
"Ohhh, gaaaahhhdd, Pat. Don't mark me. Ohhh shiiiit, fuck man, you always were so damn good. Yeah. Yeah, go ahead. . . Ohhhhh fuuuuuck!"
Patrick ignored Brad's pleas not to be marked, or interpreted the pleas to mean he should continue to suck and bite at his long time friend's sensitive neck. Lingering around his ear, Patrick couldn't resist the temptation to nibble the ear lobe and then begin an aggressive tongueing of Brad's ear. When the tongue first entered his ear, Brad's body stiffened and then moved to allow full access to his partner and lover. His moans told Patrick to continue. While Patrick cleaned out his ear, Brad raked his fingernails down Patrick's back and over his butt, causing the boy to arch his back and inhale sharply through clenched teeth.
Boys, who had protected one another on the street before becoming enemies, were also former lovers. Each had sold his body to a stranger to stay alive and protect the little ones. Neither had given their body to anyone else purely for personal satisfaction and as an expression of love. Both had known from an early age they were gay. Both feared what would happen should their families discover the deepest secret. Living on the streets allowed them to explore their bodies and the different pleasures it could give them. Finding one another allowed them to share another side of their gayness, emotional commitment to another male.
The two boys stood in all their tanned and sweat coated nakedness. Feeling the silky softness of their lover's body. Hands roamed and explored. Fingers moved through the valley leading to hidden treasures. Fingers massaged the twin orbs that promised to bring forth their milky sweet cocktail, and flicked puffy, yet soft, nipples.
Brad stepped into Patrick, placing his left leg between the other boy's legs, and then wrapped his right leg around Patrick's left leg, locking his lover in close. Placing a hand on each side of Patrick's head, Brad pulled his head back and then administered a long and passionate tongue bath to Patrick's neck. Patrick didn't want to stop showing his affection to his lover, but the sensuous pleasure of a warm tongue bathing his neck caused him to throw his head back and open himself to his partner. He supported himself and Brad by under hooking Brad's arms and holding his lover close.
His eyes closed to concentrate on the pleasures administered to him, Patrick's fingers again began to explore Brad's body. Soon, they settled on the nickel sized orbs adorning the boy's chest. Massaging and then pinching each orb, the boys continued to moan and sound out their mutual pleasure. After Brad bathed his lover's neck, his attentions turned to the boy's inviting ear canal. A canal made just large enough for a hot exploring tongue. First the left ear, and then the right. When Brad finished his mouth trailed down just below the ear lobe. He bit down hard and suckled; Patrick now wore a 'lover's brand'.
With one hand in the middle of his back and the other covering his firm cheeks, Brad pulled his lover down to the ground. Patrick rolled so the boys lay on their sides facing each other. No words were spoken, only the moans of sexual bliss could be heard and their hands continued to explore. Brad's back arched and he cried out his joy as Patrick pulled his finger nails up Brad's side. Stopping momentarily to pinch and twist the nipple. Patrick's back arched and he drew a sharp breath through clenched teeth as Brad returned the pleasure.
Two boys, caught in the passions of sexual lust, entwining themselves in a world where they were the only occupants and time didn't exist. Aware only of each other and their desire to please the other and to be pleased; neither boy was wanted to rush. Both wanted to taste and explore every inch of the other's body. They had done this before, many times, but long ago. There was lost time to be made up.
As hands and mouths explored torsos, the boys eventually assumed a sixty-nine position. Neither hesitated to lick and then suckle the other. The only competition between the two boys was who was better at expressing the pleasures they were experiencing. Lying on their sides, each used the thigh of their partner as a pillow. Each admired the other's equipment and proceeded to stroke the hard shaft of soft silk with a wet tongue. Each shaft being framed by twin orbs encased in soft tissue, waiting to be suckled. As experienced street boys, each knew the signs of excitement and when to back off, thus extending the pleasures and heights of ecstasy for the other.
As Patrick tended to Brad's pride, he also spread saliva across and into the boy's private love canal. A canal which Patrick intended to explore more thoroughly with Brad's cooperation. Inserting one finger, he knew just where to reach to find the most sensitive of glands that truly brought pleasures to a boy. Beginning with a gentle massage, Patrick enjoyed hearing Brad's moans and feeling his body squirm. The two boys had followed this pattern many times. Both knew that before this session ended Brad would be begging for Patrick to pound him and pound him hard; but, first, Brad must both endure and enjoy the teasing.
Brad basked in the delights of Patrick's teasing through first one finger, then two and finally three. Both boys were covered in a mixture of sweat, their own spit, and pre- cum. Both boys were now fully consumed with animal lust and a need to fuck. Patrick inserted the special lube butt plug he used when the Cherubs went out. Brad knew how to squeeze the plug and prepare himself for entry. He lay on his back and drew his knees up to his chest. His treasure hole pointed up, inviting his lover to penetrate and make them as one. Patrick eased himself into his lover, not wanting to cause him any discomfort. When he was fully inserted, he leaned over to once again deliver a passionate kiss. While they kissed he began a shallow, slow thrusting to once again tease the object of his affections.
Brad pulled Patrick's face close to his and whispered, "Don't look now buddy, but we're not alone. I just seen the twins and, I think, two other little ones watching us through the bushes to my right. What d'ya say we give 'em a real show?" Patrick looked at his friend and smiled his agreement.
The Captain's son and Connor were watching through the bushes. Both boys had dropped to their knees, sat back on their ankles and then leaned forward to prop themselves with their hands on top of their knees. Their mouths hung open in awe of the display they were so fervently watching. Their eyes bugging out of their heads and now burning because the boys refused to blink, afraid they might miss something.
The twins were not been passive. They sat behind their two new friends. Also on their knees, they pushed themselves forward so their knees encircled their friends' tender butts. Each twin placed his pleasure tool in the crack of the boy in front of him and slowly humped the boys as they also held them. All four boys were entranced at the spectacle taking place before them. The two new boys didn't bother to blink. The twins didn't bother to swallow and their drool ran down the other boy's chest to be used as a lube over tender nipples.
Each boy had already experienced at least one dry orgasm. As one of the twins could feel an orgasm approach for himself or the boy he held, he pulled the boy in front of him back to lie against his chest. The twin could then more easily place additional pressure on his own cocklet and more openly play and twist the front boy's nips. While one hand caressed a nip, the other reached around and massaged the boy's turgid cocklet and palmed the small orbs that would deliver greater pleasures in years to come.
Connor enjoyed laying his head back on John's shoulder and feeling the more experienced boy's hands roam his body. When John's finger nails stroked up his sides and then down into the groin, John whimpered and almost cried out his pleasure. John's constant manipulation of the small but sensitive dick caused Connor to have the most intense dry orgasm of his young life. Connor had played with himself for a long time now; having learned from older boys at the nudist camps his family often visited. However, his self manipulations had never given him the pleasures he now experienced.
Bill duplicated John's manipulations on the Captain's son. The boy sat in his companion's lap, allowing hands to roam freely all over his private parts. Not a stranger to self-manipulation, he never imagined he could have the feelings that now coursed through his young body. When Bill pulled him back to lean against him, the young boy went totally limp, allowing himself to become Bill's personal toy. When he felt himself overwhelmed with an intense dry orgasm, he couldn't help but whimper. That whimper was what let the older boys know they were not alone.
Patrick was on his knees pounding his hard rod in and out of Brad's love canal. Brad lay there with his legs wrapped and locked around his lover's body. The boys arms were extended so there fingers could be interlocked giving each boy better balance. With each hard downward thrust, Brad pulled with his legs, ramming himself up and onto Patrick.
"Ohhhh fuuuck! . . . yeeeaaah! . . .that's it . . . fuck me! . . . fuck me, good and hard!! . . .ohhhhhhh . . .aaaaahhhhhh . . . aaaaaahhhhhh . . . shit yeah! . . yeah! . . go baby!! . . show me! . . . fuck! . . .mmmmppphhhhh . . . mmmmppphhh . . . mmmmppphhh ^Å. OH YEAH! . . . ram it home!! . . . damn . . .mmmmppphhh . . mmmpphh . .mmmpphh."
"Brad, I can't hold it no more, man. I gotta shoot, I just gotta! Oh, fuck, your tight! Yeah! Yeah! ^Å. That's it, take my cock up that sweet ass!! . . yeah! .. ohh shit! . . . I gotta!! .. I gotta!! ..I'm cumminnnn!! .. I'm cumminnnnn!! ^ÅAAAAHHHHHH . AAAHHHH!!!"
Sweat now ran off both boys as they recovered from their sexual exertions. Patrick gasped for air and tried to take his weight off his friend. Patrick had deposited his fluids inside his friend and lover. As soon as they could catch their breath, it would be time for Brad to deposit his fluids in Patrick. Both boys always enjoyed the feeling of the fluids as they ran out and down their thighs afterwards. A soft, warm reminder of the others' love and commitment.
As the boys recovered, they became aware of the presence of the twins standing next to them. Initially stunned, the older boys weren't sure what they should do. They knew the boys were watching them and put on a show for their benefit. They never thought the younger boys would have the courage to approach them. John placed his hands on Patrick's shoulders and pushed him back, causing him to separate from Brad. Brad watched, not knowing what would happen next.
Before John could turn around and claim his prize, his twin pushed Brad's legs down and straddled him. Before Brad realized what the young boy had in mind, the boy grabbed Brad's dick and impaled himself with one quick downward plunge. Brad was shocked and sat up as he cried out his pleasure. John turned and glared at his twin brother. Not to be outdone, he turned back to Patrick who was still on his knees and gave him a passionate kiss. Breaking the kiss he pushed Patrick down and moved to the boy's now semi-flaccid tool. The boy's experience showed as with a couple of quick moves Patrick was again sporting a full erection. John threw his leg over Patrick and as he fell downward, fully impaled himself. Patrick was stunned.
Patrick and Brad looked at one another, neither knowing what to say. They looked back at the boys impaled on them, then back at one another, and smiled and then laughed.
"Damn! I'd heard these two was complete fuck machines, but I never believed it till now." Patrick exclaimed. "You see how they just dropped on us like it was nothing'? Man, even after bein' on the streets like we was, I can't believe that. Oh, fuck! This little fucker really knows how to work those ass muscles. I can't believe what he's doin' to me. Shit, these little fuckers are pros. He's tryin' ta milk me right after I shot a full load into your ass. Unreal!"
Brad lay on the ground having to focus all his energy on not filling the young boys butt. He then saw from the corner of his eye another boy, Connor. Smiling at the young boy, he tapped his chest and pointed at Bill. Connor understood and sat on Brad's chest, facing Bill. Patrick saw the Captain's son and motioned for him so sit on his chest and face John; the boy was only too happy to comply.
Receiving their very first rim job, each boy was introduced into the world of boy to boy sex. A world both boys knew they were only too happy to enter and would devote lots of time to exploring for a long time to come.
"Mom? How are things going?" Daniel placed the call to his mother to check on Jeremy and talk with Arthur. "How's Jeremy doing, any change?"
"Daniel, before you jump to Jeremy, you could at least to pretend to care about asking how your mother is doing." Linda chastised her son, but with a little laugh and a smile.
"Sorry, Mom, I just assumed you were fine or else someone would have called me." Daniel answered, sounding a little meek but light hearted at the same time. "I've just been worried about Jeremy since our last call. I was hoping he would open up and tell you what's wrong."
"I'm afraid not Daniel." Linda's tone now turned to concern. "He started out so nicely. I had a talk with him and Arthur spent quite a bit of time trying to make the boy comfortable. He and Arthur sat outside and talked for quite a while and then the two of them went skinny dipping. I thought things were moving along nicely, then two or three days later it was like someone flipped a switch and put things in reverse."
"Mom, can you tell me what Jeremy was doing the day all this seemed to have happened?"
"The usual thing he does every day. He got up and took care of his personal situation and then came out to the kitchen. He wears a diaper when he's inside so he doesn't have to be concerned about soiling the furniture or embarrassing himself in front of us. I gave him his breakfast and sat with him while he ate. I had a cup of coffee and we talked a little. He was just getting to the point where he would look me in the eye instead of staring at the floor all the time. The first night Arthur got the boy to look straight at him, but it took a couple of days with me."
"After breakfast he went outside and checked the chemicals in the pool. Sometimes he'll take a swim in the mornings, but I honestly don't remember if he did that day. Of course, he really doesn't swim, he more or less plays in the pool some. Anyway, he spends the rest of the morning taking care of the grounds. Of course, it's only been a week so he's only had to cut and edge once. His current project is to tend each planting bed. Daniel, he treats each bed as though it was solid gold and absolutely his. He pulls the weeds and picks up dead leaves or anything else he doesn't think belongs in the bed. He seems to have attached himself to the gardens somehow. Anyway, that was it outside as far as I know. The normal routine is to eat our lunch on the patio. I'll suggest he may want to take a nap after lunch and two days he did. We spend a good portion of our afternoon looking through books and reading."
"Mom, you said he takes a swim in the morning. That must mean that he'll remove the fresh diaper . . . "
"Yes, Daniel." Linda interrupted her son. "Actually, when he first goes out he'll leave it on. I think he waits till he knows he won't embarrass himself while he has it off, and then removes the diaper. He'll stay naked the rest of the time he's outside. In fact, I think he's adjusted to the point he deliberately stays out in the sun. He's getting some sun and taking an interest in his appearance. I won't let him know it, but I've seen him checking out his physique and tan in the glass doors. You don't know how I wish I could get that on film. It'd be great to show him years down the road."
"Mom, why do parents think it's so great to show a kid something they know will embarrass them to death?" Daniel asked jovially. "Maybe I should ask if you have anything you plan on showing some of my friends one day?"
"Now, Daniel, there are some things parents consider to be their absolute domain. Embarrassing our children is one of those."
"Mom, I think I can guess what may be the boy's problem. If I'm right, he's not going to tell you. It's just not something that a boy will speak about to his mother or any lady for that matter. Why don't you let me speak with him? Oh, and mom, I need to talk to him privately, please."
Linda didn't understand why things had to be so private. The boy was in her care and all she wanted to do was help him. When Daniel was this boy's age, he didn't mind if she held him in her lap while he was naked. He actually enjoyed lying across her lap while she sprinkled baby powder on him and gently rubbed his back while he fell asleep. Linda just gave herself an idea to try with Jeremy. He was outside in the sitting area next to the guest house clearing a bed. Linda took him the phone and left him alone as Daniel requested.
"Jeremy, this is Daniel. Do you remember me?" Daniel wasn't sure if the boy would remember him.
"Sir, yes sir." was the boy's reply; a standard slave answer. Daniel thought it sounded so much like a reply that had been drilled into the boy; in fact, it had most likely been beaten into the boy.
"Jeremy, Ms. Linda is very worried about you right now. She's told me that something seems to have happened within the past few days. You began your recovery very nicely and then, without anyone knowing why, seem to have slipped backwards. I'm almost willing to bet that someone has said or done something to make you feel really bad about yourself or embarrass you. Am I correct.?" Jeremy's silence was deafening to Daniel.
Linda stood in the kitchen watching Jeremy as he spoke with Daniel. The boy constantly looked at the ground and showed no emotions whatsoever. Linda was approaching being worried sick over Jeremy, not understanding what caused this sudden reversal in the boy's recovery. She noticed Jeremy said very little, he spent more time listening. Linda, hoped Daniel could get the boy to open up to her. As she watched, Jeremy turned and walked towards the patio door. Linda noticed his young body, almost devoid of any baby fat, looking strong and healthy after only a few days in the morning sun. She moved away from the door, not wanting Jeremy to know she had been watching him.
Jeremy walked into the house, spotted Linda and entered the kitchen to hand her the phone. When he held out the phone Linda held her hands out and shrugged her shoulders. She wanted the boy to tell her what he wanted, or at least, say something. Jeremy was initially confused and then realized he was supposed to say something.
"Ms. Linda," he said tentatively, "Mr. Daniel said I should give you the phone now so he can talk to you."
"Thank you, Jeremy. You said that very nicely." Jeremy nervously returned a little smile with a nod and returned to his work.
"Daniel, did you find out anything?" Linda asked anxiously.
"Mom, I think it's more like I found out enough to convince me that my guess is right. Can you tell me if Jeremy was working out front the day all this started?"
"I really can't say Daniel. I honestly don't know. When he goes out I usually do the housework. If I don't, he tries to do a lot of it when he comes in. The boy's a housekeepers dream and a mother's nightmare. I want him to get out and grow, not follow me around all the time. Daniel, Arthur just walked in."
"Mom, why don't you go to the study and put me on the speaker phone so Arthur can hear what I'm saying also?" Linda did as Daniel asked.
"Daniel, it's Arthur. Things going alright over there?"
"We're fine Arthur, although I have a couple of items to discuss with you in a minute. First, we need to talk about Jeremy. Arthur, the boy's not going to talk to Mom, he needs for you to sit with him. You'll have to coax it out of him. I think some neighborhood boys have seen him outside working. Unless I'm missing my guess, they taunted him and that's the source of the reversal. Remember, he's working with a slave mentality and discipline. There's no way he would say anything in retaliation to the boys. Arthur, he's accustomed to a male authority figure. He needs you to tell him what he can do and give him security. Mom can give him the tenderness to supplement those feelings."
"I understand Daniel. Actually, I just dropped by since I was near here. I was going back to the office, but this is more important. I think I'll ask Linda to prepare a little snack for Jeremy and myself. Maybe we can go for a quick swim first, then eat and see if I can get him to open up. Daniel, I was afraid this was the problem but he wouldn't tell us. Again, I do understand it's the slave discipline and rule against talking about a free person. I'll deal with it. Rather than you and I talking at the moment, how about if we talk tonight and I'll deal with Jeremy now? I'll call you tonight and let you know if you're right."
Arthur left his briefcase, coat and tie in the study. He then walked outside to see Jeremy. The boy was surprised to see Arthur at this time of day. Jeremy was shocked and showed absolute fear as Arthur began to undress, removing his belt first. Initially puzzled, Arthur quickly realized the source of Jeremy's fear. Arthur removed the belt and handed it to Jeremy, who was now equally puzzled.
"Jeremy, it's a belt. The look on your face when you saw me removing it tells me someone has used a belt to beat you, and probably very severely." Jeremy's face became blank as he looked down. "Jeremy, I use a belt to hold up my pants when I go to the office. The public would frown on a man my age walking around naked, I have to wear clothes. There's one thing I don't use a belt for. I don't use a belt to beat, whip or punish in any way, young boys." Arthur held Jeremy's head in his hands. The boy fought to hold back tears. "Jeremy, you will never have to worry about anyone around here hurting you like that. Now, how about you quit your work for right now and you and I go for a swim. Ms. Linda is preparing a snack for us to enjoy after our swim. Okay?"
Linda stood in the kitchen watching her men; tears ran down her cheek as she thought about the hard time Jeremy was having and the battles ahead for him to return to a normal life.
End Chapter Forty-Four.
To Be Continued: comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com