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Chapter Eighty-Three: New Horizons
"Father, we know you can't share anything with us that the boys have told you, but it would be helpful if you could give us your opinion of their mental state."
Monday morning and Daniel, and most of his staff, had gathered in the mess hall after breakfast to discuss their next steps with the new boys. The boys had blended more easily than anticipated with the boys at New Horizons. Each had found a friend to buddy with, to learn the rules and routines at camp. The men were also aware that each boy had a long way to go before consideration could be given to reuniting them with family. Part of the procedure would also be locating the boys' families.
"I haven't had enough time with the boys to really form an opinion of which boys I think will be a challenge and which boys will be a bigger challenge. Daniel, the only thing I could venture for an opinion at the moment is that the younger boys will probably be more resilient and bounce back pretty quickly. The older boys, and right now I'm thinking more about Jonathan and Nathan, that have had a rough time, will require more time and patience."
"Time and patience is something we try to keep a big supply of around here," Daniel commented and then turned to Michael. "When will the psychologists be here to do the initial evaluations?"
"They began the evaluation while we were in Tampa, but they wanted to wait until this weekend to do any of the serious work. The idea was to give the boys a couple of days to get used to the idea that they were really free and let them settle in around here. With the more relaxed atmosphere, they think the boys will be more willing to open up."
"When do we expect them here?"
"Later this morning. They should be here before noon and plan on staying the week. The plan is to try and get at least three sessions in with each boy. If any of the other boys want to talk with them, they'll make themselves available."
"Another thing Father David and I have done with the boys, Daniel, is to encourage them to talk with one another. We've found in the past, that with children, it helps for them to know that others have been through the same kind of experiences."
Jeremy and Sean had finished their morning classes and left the classroom. A few of the other boys were walking around the yards, but most were still in class. The two boys strolled away from the main buildings for some privacy and a place to talk. The boys stopped near the edge of the orchard where they found a couple of tree trunks lying on the ground. The boys sat on the ground, using the tree trunks to lean on.
"Sean, can I ask ya somethin'?" Sean looked at Jeremy, waiting on the question. "I know you and Brad didn't get taken like me and some others, but ya lost your family any ways. I mean, how come ya wound up on the street like ya did? Didn't ya have some family some where to take ya?"
"Brad said they didn't want us; they was scared to take us. For a long time we didn't understand what happened. I didn't understand any of it. All I knew was that Brad would take care of me and I did what he said. We thought we done somethin' wrong. I don't know how to explain it. It was like our whole family just all of a sudden decided we didn't exist no more. We had a grandma and grandpa, some aunts and uncles, too; but they just gave us some money sometimes and then told us to stay away; said it was for our own good. After a while, Brad got kinda pissed off 'bout the way they treated us and said we could take care of ourselves." Sean took a deep breath and let it out slowly while he stared, blankly, at nothing. "We had'n seen or heard from any of 'em since."
"How'd ya figure out what was goin' on?"
"Kids on the street. Brad met some other kids and we joined up with them. He said we'd be safer with a bunch of other kids than we would runnin' around on our own. That's when we met Patrick. He'd been out longer'n us. Patrick kinda taught Brad the ropes on what they did and how ta get money," Sean smiled as he remembered. "I wanted to go out and help earn money, too. I thought Brad was gonna have a kitten. There was no way he was goin' ta let me out! He wouldn't explain why; just that I wasn't goin' and he wasn't arguin' 'bout it."
"Didn't he know you were gonna find out sooner or later?"
"Pro'bly, but he was gonna make sure it was later. Listen, I didn't get my first blow-job till I got here. Did'n anybody tell ya the story 'bout Brad and Patrick and me?" Jeremy shook his head and Sean proceeded to relate his story.
While the two boys talked, they were joined by other boys. Nigel joined the boys; he hadn't heard the story of Brad and Patrick either. While Sean caught Derek up with a quick summary and continued with the story, TJ and Evan joined them, quickly followed by Jonathan and Nathan. The boys didn't realize it, but they had formed a group therapy session. A session the therapists were hoping to get organized for the boys. As a group, they could learn that many boys shared similar experiences and fears and, how they dealt with them.
"You should'a seen the look on Brad and Patrick's faces when I stood up and told 'em both they were bein' stupid. I think even Mr. Dan'l was surprised. Actually, I was even a little surprised myself. I was tired of them actin' like they hated each other when I knew better and it was me caught in between 'em. It was my turn ta be pissed off! Then both of 'em looked kinda scared when Kevin told 'em they was gonna get paddled with the medium paddle and I was the one that was gonna let 'em have it. Mr. Dan'l told me to take out all my frustrations on 'em; and I did, too." Sean finished with a big grin.
"Yeah, but there's a part you're leavin' out," TJ added. "You were hurtin' just as much as them. You did really let 'em have it though, and Mr. Dan'l had to turn away so you didn't see 'im laughin'. Poor Brad and Patrick thought Sean was gonna bust their balls, and he almost did. Thing is, all three of 'em was cryin' and carryin' on and nobody knows if Sean ever finished givin' 'em all the licks they was supposed ta get."
"Too bad," Jeremy offered, "If ya didn't, then when ya wanted something and they gave you a hard time, you could always threaten ta finish the job." All the boys had a good laugh.
"That's alright," TJ added. "Sean, you tell 'em what you told Brad at the end? You know, 'bout him not treatin' you like a baby and you were gonna learn ta give a good blow job whether he liked it or not?" Sean turned crimson without saying any more.
"Are they friends now?" Jonathan asked.
"Friends? No. Fuck buddies? Absolutely! I wouldn't wanna be the one that tried to get between 'em." TJ, Evan and Sean laughed and exchanged high fives while Jonathan and Nathan had their turn at blushing. Jonathan and Nathan knew they were more than friends and the story could easily be about them.
"Hey! Guess what!" Nathan jumped into the conversation. "Dr. Mike said we were okay. You know, the lab tests. We can play around some now."
"Oooooooooooo" came a chorus of voices with several fingers pointing at the duo. "Another Patrick and Brad," one of the boys added. "Uh-uh; another TJ and Evan." The boys laughed harder.
"Evan, don't you have a brother and cousins here, too?"
"Yeah, they consider me ta be the dumb-ass of the group; they're probably right. Right after we got here, I ran away and almost got killed." The boys looked at Evan, dumbfounded.
"Why?" Nigel asked.
"I was scared. Me and my brothers and cousins were in a show; you know, one of them underground kinda things. Our dad protected us and I knew everybody loved me. I didn't have ta do much; they all took care of me. Dad always said, the only big problem I give him was I didn't like ta wear clothes; he finally gave up and didn't make me most of the time.
"After Dad died, my uncle was gonna sell us into slavery 'cause we didn't have no money and nobody to care for us. He was even sellin' his own sons. Mr. Dan'l got us, but I was still scared and when a man that worked on shows told me I could go with him, I ran. I didn't know what was gonna happen ta me here, but I knew 'bout the shows and what ta expect; least, I thought I did. He didn't want to take care of me neither. You wouldn't believe the shit they did to me. When Mr. Dan'l looked for me and had my picture in the papers and on television, nobody would give us a job. The asshole broke my leg and took me to a vet ta be put down. The vet found my chip and called Mr. Dan'l. The asshole and his boys is slaves now."
"Chip? What chip?"
"Most of us have a chip in our neck, just below the ear. If someone tries to take us or give us trouble, when the authorities run a monitor on us, the chip tells them we're New Horizon Boys and to call Mr. Dan'l. He can track us with 'em too," TJ explained before Evan continued.
"After Mr. Dan'l saved me from the vet, I thought he was gonna have me sold off. He wouldn't talk to me; I was scared shitless. Finally, he talked to me and I cried like a baby. When we got back here he told my brothers they couldn't take care of me no more; I had ta learn to grow up and take care of myself. I thought he was bein' mean, but he wasn't. Now, me and TJ takes care of each other. We don't want to go nowhere else."
"Does everybody get chipped?"
"Yeah. It started when he first got us 'cause the state said we wasn't slaves but we wasn't free neither. Then Mr. Dan'l formed the Cherubs and he wanted ta make sure he could keep track of us in case somebody tried ta steal one of us."
"Cherubs?" Nathan interrupted.
"Yeah. We dress with a loin cloth or breechcloth. They're bright colors held round our waist with a gold colored rope that dangles down one leg. Mr. Dan'l, and a lot of other people, say the colors with our overall tans makes us beautiful or pretty. I like people admirin' us, but I'm not too sure 'bout bein' considered pretty."
"Fuck you don't," Evan chided his friend, "the way you wiggle that butt when we go see the old people and give 'em lunch. You know how Grandpa loves your butt." TJ blushed at his lover's comments.
"Anyways," TJ continued, "we go with Mr. Dan'l and we've been on television dressed like that. We're supposed ta look like some Aztec Indian boys or somthin'. We wear arm bands and necklaces done up in copper, gold and silver. The ladies, and a lotta the men, like to feel us up. There's one lady at the old folks home that loves ta pick up poor Danny and hug him. She buries his face in her boobs and almost smothers 'im lovin' 'im so much." Jonathan and Nathan looked astonished while the other boys laughed. "You get a good tan, get rid a them tan lines, and you can volunteer ta go with us some time and let the old folks play with you." TJ teased.
"Yeah," Sean added, "someday you'll have ta ask TJ and Evan 'bout Grandpa Smith. We're still tryin' ta figure out if they're Grandpa's sex toys or he's theirs. The only thing we for certain is the way these two holler when Grandpa's with 'em, there's some hot action goin' on."
The boys continued to talk, exchanging experiences and feelings, until they got around to Nigel and the new boys. As the boys talked, Jeremy told them he had an idea and for everybody to stay there and not go anywhere while he ran to the office. Jeremy soon returned with a pencil and note pad. While the boys talked, Jeremy wrote on the pad.
"Nige, you mean ta sit there and tell us that you thought it was an honor to let somebody beat your butt? Man, what are you thinkin'?"
"It wasn't to have fun, least not for me. It was supposed to show I could take the punishment like a man and then they let me be in the auction later and play with a man. I was just looking for someone to show that they cared."
"Nige, no offense man, but that's a little weird. Me and Nathan got our butts, and a few other places, beat two or three times a week. I never saw anythin' good about somebody stringin' my little ass up, hangin' from a hook in the ceiling, and beating or whippin' me. More than one time I lost my voice from screamin' so loud. I got beat once, and I mean really beat; it hurt so bad that I lost control and pissed while I was hangin' up. Those people that came in and did that stuff to us, we thought they was just plain sick!
"Talk about bein' scared, we was scared we was gonna die every day. Thing is, we always wanted to know what we'd done that was so wrong to be punished like that. Some other slaves clued us in. We thought whoever thought up the system was warped and we was the ones payin' for it.!"
"Hold up, fellas." TJ stopped the boys from talking while he watched Jeremy write some things down on the pad. All the boys became curious and tried to read what Jeremy wrote down.
"It's nothin' special, just a word here and there that all of us keep sayin'. I thought about what we weren't sayin' but pro'bly feelin', too. Sometimes, I used to like to sit down and write things when somethin' bothered me. It usually helped; I just felt like doin' it now. That's all. I thought maybe we could write it down and give it to Mr. Dan'l so he could give it to some people that make decisions 'bout what's gonna happen to us so they'd understand better. That make sense?"
The boys moved in closer to Jeremy. They all understood what Jeremy was trying to say and thought it was a good idea. The boys talked about what they wanted to say and how to say it. It had to be so it said something for all of them, not just one of them. All of the boys had a suggestion about one part or another and they discussed, but didn't argue, over what was written. They talked about what the words said and what they meant. The boys were serious. They wanted to send a message and wanted what they were writing to be good enough for Daniel to show others.
When the boys thought they had what they wanted, Jeremy handed the pad to Nigel to read. Nigel handed the pad to Nathan and the pad then moved around the circle to each boy. All the boys nodded or smiled, a new suggestion was made here and there and discussed before moving on. In the end, all the boys decided they had what they wanted. It wasn't long, but it conveyed the message. The decision was made to take the work and show it to Daniel for his opinion. Evan offered to draw a background picture if Daniel thought it was a good idea. All the boys, except Jonathan and Nathan, and TJ and Evan, headed to the office to find Daniel.
The four remaining boys stayed where they were. Nathan moved to sit in front of Jonathan, leaning against Jonathan's front. Evan sat, Indian style, in front of TJ and leaned into TJ. Both Jonathan and TJ wrapped their arms around what all the boys now knew to be their lovers.
"Evan, how long were you in that show you talked about?"
"Long as I can remember. It was my dad and my brothers at first, then my cousins joined us. We didn't know my asshole uncle was settin' things so he could get rid of all of us if he wanted. That's what he did and took all our money Dad left us. Mr. Dan'l got an attorney on it and we got most of it back. My uncle had a choice of givin' it back or bein' a slave." TJ paused for a minute, then added. "We had a show where I was supposed ta get whipped and then fucked by my brother. The whippin' was fake, but my brother said I was a good fuck." Evan smiled while TJ hugged him and whispered something in his ear..
"What we did wasn't fake. We got beat with paddles, whips, a tawse, and who knows what else. Some people are just plain mean. The more they could hurt us and make us scream, the more they liked it." Jonathan paused, remembering, and then added, "Sick is all I can say."
"Yeah, but we survived," Jonathan added. "Guys, Mr. Dan'l said that once Dr. Mike said we were clean, that we could . . .you know. It's been a while and we started out here to try and find a place ta . . ."
"Yeah, we know," TJ answered with a smile. "That's why we were comin' out here, too. Want to have some fun?"
While the boys talked, Evan didn't waste any time turning up his lover's heat. Evan knew how to wiggle his butt in TJ's lap and turn both of them on. TJ's response was to play with Evan's nipples; something he could do and still carry on a conversation with Jonathan and Nathan. The conversation was briefly interrupted from time to time as TJ leaned into Evan to nibble his youthful neck. Almost immediately, the tell-tale signs, which no boy can hide, began to appear; a fact not lost on Jonathan and Nathan who were more than willing to engage in some boy fun.
The boys quickly moved away from the compound to find a more private area. TJ and Evan knew exactly where they needed to go and were closely followed by Jonathan and Nathan. Evan laughed as they moved forward, enjoying the feel of TJ's hand wrapped around his pole, leading him. When they reached the private beach area by the creek, TJ and Evan stopped to let the other boys admire the private area and, then moved to their favorite 'lean against' tree. TJ sat on the ground; Evan quickly straddled his lap and the two boys didn't waste any time engaging in a deep, passionate kiss. Jonathan and Nathan followed the example with Nathan straddling Jonathan's lap.
Four boys in adolescent heat. Two boys feeling the frustrations of long needed and desired relief built through abstinence. Two boys did not work on or please their lover; all four boys felt the need to please and be pleased. The two couplings worked almost as twins or echoes to one another. TJ and Evan both sucked the neck and ear of his lover. Hands moved up and down backs, enjoying the silky soft skin supported by firm muscle. Fingers found nipples that needed to be pulled and twisted to the point of burning, then soothed as they were suckled and bathed with a wet tongue.
Jonathan and Nathan had known the pain of torture and abuse. They had cried out their misery to the delight of the sick men who delighted in devising sinister methods of inflicting pain. The two boys wanted to feel and taste one another. They were in a hurry to quench their need and quickly began to masturbate one another. Their cries of lust and ecstasy fueled the other two. Soon, both boys gasped and cried out for joy as they bathed each other with their sweet nectar.
Collapsing into one another's arms, the boys gasped for air as they remained oblivious to the world around them, relishing the glow of sexual relief. The boys were unaware that their cries of joy and lust were admired and appreciated by TJ and Evan who had delayed their relief to enjoy their friends. Gradually, Nathan lifted his head from Jonathan's shoulder and, looking deeply into his lover's eyes, they gently touched lips which quickly became a battle of dueling tongues. Their immediate lust satisfied, both boys now sought to immerse themselves in a sea of passion. Rolling to their side, the boys wrapped themselves in a tangle of arms and legs; their lips never parting.
Evan turned his attention back to TJ; their actions closely mimicking their friends'. The two boys had been lovers long enough to anticipate and know the needs of the other. There was no thought to what one did to the other, it was automatic; both the movement and the pleasure. Evan thrilled at the taste and feel of his boy friend. He marveled at TJ's soft, puffy nipples that just begged to be licked, suckled and nibbled. When Evan did nibble at those marvelous little grapes, TJ always drew a sharp breath and whimpered. Evan knew he would be satisfied to spend the whole day sitting in his lover's lap, giving him a tongue bath. TJ knew he loved Evan's tongue baths, but he also loved more.
When TJ was worked into a frenzy by Evan's ministrations, TJ placed a hand under each of Evan's cheeks and lifted him enough to swallow that which defined him as a boy. TJ was an old hand at oral stimulation and pushed Evan's full length into his mouth, and into his throat, until his nose was tickled by the teenage pubes. Evan was always amazed at how long TJ could hold him in, massaging his rod with strong, well trained throat muscles, without coming up for air. TJ would not release his lover and taste fresh air until he heard his lover whimper with need.
While TJ's throat worked on one part of Evan, his hand moved under Evan's buttocks and found the familiar ring he knew would be there; Evan had come prepared to give himself to his lover. A slight twist and pull, together with a tightening of the muscle by Evan, the fresh lubrication was deposited in Evan's chute. TJ used his two middle fingers to gently massage the anal opening, causing Evan to whimper louder. Evan's whimpers were enough to cause Jonathan and Nathan to cease their love making long enough to observe Evan impaling himself upon TJ. Now oblivious to anyone's presence but their own, TJ and Evan focused their energies on pleasing each other.
Evan rode up and down, varying his angle and speed. Each stroke caused TJ's boyhood to caress a different part of Evan's insides. Evan soon found the right angle so that with each downward plunge, his magic spot was touched, sending a wave of pleasure through his young body. TJ continued to nibble at Evan's grape sized nipples, occasionally reaching down to gently squeeze Evan's scrotum; the pressure and the pleasure elicited whimpering s and moans of pleasure from the young teen. Lust now controlled both boys as one rode and the other pumped into his lover's center of pleasure. When both boys were covered in a sheen of sweat created from their exertions, TJ wrapped his arms around Evan, Evan wrapped his legs around TJ's waist, and TJ moved to lay Evan on his back.
Jonathan and Nathan continued to watch as TJ propped his hands on Evan's chest, keeping both nipples trapped between squeezing and rolling fingers. Evan clasped his legs around TJ and locked his ankles; his hands gripped TJ's shoulders. Both boys pumped and pulled at the other trying to increase the sensation coursing through their bodies. Each thrust, each pull with Evan's legs to get TJ deeper into him, was accompanied by grunts and cries for more. With sweat dripping off each boy, their backs arched as each cried out his passion and their dicks erupted with the evidence of lust and passion satisfied. The boys collapsed to the ground, entwined in each other's arms.
When TJ and Evan regained some normalcy of breathing and consciousness of their surroundings, they looked over to see Jonathan and Nathan laying together, watching them, smiling.
"Man, you guys are good!" Jonathan commented with a big grin.
"You bring any lube?" TJ asked, and Jonathan shook his head. "Dry's hell, man."
TJ reached under a bush and pulled out a plastic bag with what looked like small balls inside. TJ and Evan laughed, and then explained that the balls were actually butt plugs filled with lube. They explained to the two new boys why Daniel had them made and they were no longer required, at least for outside use. Many were used within the compound. Evan showed Nathan how to put the plug in and secure it so it stayed. TJ showed Jonathan how to remove the plug while leaving the lube inside his lover.
The boys concentrated on their personal pleasure to the point of missing the lunch bell, but they really didn't care. Teenage boys could survive on love and sex, so long as there was lots of both. Before returning to the compound, TJ and Evan would each experience another sexual high. Jonathan and Nathan would experience at least two more each and use two of the new butt plug toys they had been introduced to. Four teens enjoying one of a teenage boy's favorite past-times.
Nigel, Sean and Jeremy left their friends to see Daniel. The group had talked and discovered they had many things in common. On this day, for a reason unknown to them, the boys had decided to write down what they felt. When they finished, they believed what they had written expressed the feelings of most of the boys at New Horizon. Was it good? The boys weren't sure. They were sure they wanted to share it with Daniel, and maybe, others.
"Mr. Paul, can we see Mr. Dan'l for a minute?"
"He's not here. He's in the mess hall at a meeting." Paul looked at his watch. "The meeting should be about over and he's probably just enjoying a cup of coffee. Why don't you go over there and see?"
The boys thanked Paul and stepped outside. After discussing whether they should risk disturbing Daniel during a meeting they decided the worst was he would tell them he would see them a little later, and walked over. Daniel was doing as Paul suggested, enjoying a cup of coffee and relaxing after his meeting. Daniel spotted the boys.
"Come on in, boys," Daniel called out. "Lunch won't be for a little while, but would you like a snack?"
"No sir, thank you though, "Jeremy and Sean said almost simultaneously, causing the boys to laugh.
"Mr. Dan'l," Jeremy began, "some of us was sittin' outside talkin', it was us and Jonathan and Nathan and a couple others, and we decided to write somethin' and give it to you. Everybody's always askin' us what happened and how we felt and how we feel now. Anyway, this is it, if it's alright."
Daniel took the proffered paper and, after reading it, showed the writing to Father Andrew and his staff.
"Gentlemen, the writings and feelings of two former slaves, a few street kids and a free boy wanna-be."
"As a child, I ran, I played, I laughed through rose colored glasses.
At the end of each day I got a hug from those who loved me. Some men came, they grabbed me, they hurt me. I was scared. I cried for help but no one helped me. I cried for my mom and dad, they didn't help me. Dragged away, I looked back and cried "I'm sorry! I promise I won't be bad! Please!" They didn't help me. What did I do wrong? Why did they no longer love me?
The room was bright, the floor was gray. I was naked. I was scared. Some men grabbed me and dragged me away. They said I was a animal. They hit me, they whipped me, they beat me. They made me do things to please other men. They said I was bad. They said I was ugly. I was lost. I was sad. I was a animal and nobody loved me.
Some men held me and took me away. The room was bright and the floor gray. I was back where I was made a animal. They didn't whip me. They didn't beat me. They said I was free. They took me away. I run, I play, I laugh. They let me run free. They say I was a gift and I am beautiful as He made me. I look for my rose colored glasses. Part of me is empty. Who will love me?"
End Chapter Eighty-Three
To Be Continued
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