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Chapter Ninety-Eight: New Horizons
"It's okay baby. Granny's right here, you rest now."
Daniel, Michael and Dr. Thompson watched quietly as Granny soothed Richard. It was Wednesday morning and the all the boys had just gone through another treatment. The chemicals applied to the boys' backs were designed to strip scar tissue and encourage the growth of fresh, live tissues. There would be some suggestion of scarring for the deepest scars, but in time, most of the scarring would disappear and the boys would appear almost perfectly normal after some sunning.
Daniel did not go through the same routine as the boys. His scars were much deeper and older than the boys, requiring stronger chemicals and more treatments. Michael had arranged for Daniel to have a treatment with all the boys in the morning and afternoon, and then another after the boys had fallen asleep for the night.
The typical day for the boys was to be awakened no later than seven. After taking care of their morning necessities, the boys then moved to the eating area shared with the seniors where they had a light breakfast. Following an ample period to allow nature to follow her course, the boys were then moved to a treatment room. Prior to the first treatment, the doctors explained to the boys that an orderly would clean their skin with a disinfectant. After the cleansing, a cloth would be laid over the area to be treated and would remain there for two hours. Due to the nature of the treatments, the boys might feel a burning sensation and if it became too uncomfortable, the boys only had to say something and a pain reliever would be administered.
Daniel stayed with the boys, following the same routine and letting them know everything would be fine. He watched the boys, and they watched him, as they proceeded through each step the doctors had described. Shortly after the cloth was placed over his back, Daniel felt the stinging or burning sensation the doctor had described. Watching the boy's reactions, Daniel knew he didn't want the boys to endure the treatments without some pain relief and motioned to Michael.
"Michael, look at the boys. You can tell from their expressions that they're in pain."
"I know," Michael responded quietly. "I'm surprised one of them hasn't said something."
"They can't," Daniel told him. "It's a teenage thing where you can't be the first to wimp out." The two men exchanged an understanding smile. "I'm going to do them a favor and be the first to wimp out. What do you do to relieve the discomfort?"
"We can setup a drip with morphine or do a local. The morphine will put them in a little stupor and make them sleep. By controlling the drip, we can control how far under they go. If I do a local, you'll feel a little more, but be awake. Primarily, you feel a numbness over your back."
"Tell the boys that I've asked for something to relieve the pain and ask them if they would like something. With me going first, they should be able to save face." The two men again shared a light laugh before Daniel added. "Oh, make mine a local, but knock them out. I still have work to do and need to stay awake. There's no need for them to suffer any more than they already have."
Within a few minutes, each boy was receiving a drip that contained morphine. The boys were not even aware of what was happening as they slowly drifted off to sleep. Daniel received two shots, which he swore Michael deliberately administered with dull needles. He felt his back become numb, but his mind stayed alert. As he lay there with the boys, they slept while he conducted research on a laptop his dad had brought him. TJ and Evan sat to the side, with hospital orderlies; ready to do whatever they could to help.
Near the end of the session, the drip was adjusted and the boys given a shot to help them wake up naturally. The treatments were not totally without some discomfort. It wasn't unusual to hear a moan or grown from the boys as the cloths were removed. As the cloth was pulled away, it peeled away the surface area, revealing fresh, healthy skin. The boys' sounds were more of a whimper or complaint at being disturbed, than a reaction to pain.
The boys remained on their gurney, covered to a point just below the treatment areas, as orderlies wheeled them back to their rooms. Standing outside the rooms were the Grannies, the self-appointed caretakers of the boys. All of the ladies were residents of the senior center associated with the hospital. Daniel had met all of them at some point when he brought The Cherubs up to serve lunch. The ladies were no longer physically capable of lifting the boys and moving them, but they were capable of giving what these boys needed the most, love and the knowledge that someone cared. TJ, Evan and hospital orderlies were there to handle the boy's physical needs.
Daniel watched as the boys were placed on their beds. The ladies stood in the background waiting for the boys to be made comfortable. None of the boys wore any clothing except when they went out for their breakfast. As the orderlies moved away from each boy, a granny took her spot next to his bed. Almost inevitably, Granny would run her fingers through the boy's hair, lean over and whisper something to him to let him know she was there. If the boy had a personal need Granny signaled TJ or Evan, despite the insinuations one of the grannies had made several days earlier. Before long, a granny was with each boy holding his hand, talking to him, or reading to him.
"Heeeeeey," came the soft sound of the very familiar greeting.
Daniel recognized the voice and the greeting long before he looked over to see Danny sitting in Sean's lap next to his bed. Both boys were dressed like Cherubs. It was Wednesday and Daniel had done what he didn't want to do, he had fallen asleep.
"Hey, little man," Daniel returned the greeting. "You doin' okay?"
Danny nodded his head as he looked up and down Daniel's back. When Danny again looked at Daniel, Daniel noticed a look of fear or apprehension.
"Sorry, Mr. Dan'l," Sean said, "I wasn't sure if I should bring him or not but he's been givin' us a fit since you had'n been there. We thought that if he saw you and that you were okay, he might settle down some. We told him you were here and okay, but he wouldn't listen."
"Does it hurt?" Danny asked, ignoring anything being said around him, continuing to stare at Daniel's back.
"Not really," Daniel told the boy. "Do you know what they are doing to me?"
"Sean said they're fixin' your back. Was it broke?" Daniel had to laugh at the innocent question.
"It's not broke like you're thinking, little man. You remember all those ugly lines that were on my back?" Danny nodded, looking very serious. "Well, Dr. Mike and the people at the hospital here are making those go away. Before long, my back will look almost as nice as yours. When it does, then you can rub my back for me, okay?"
"Okay," Danny answered simply. "They doin' that for them boys, too?"
"That's right. They are doing it for all of us. Isn't that nice of them?" Danny nodded. "Do you recognize that lady over there?"
Danny nodded but didn't move, he wasn't too sure he wanted to get caught in another bear hug with Granny. It was too late. Granny had spotted Danny and held her arms out to him. Danny walked over to the lady and allowed himself to be hugged.
"Danny, do you know Richard?" Granny asked.
Danny shook his head as he looked at the teen's back. Richard looked at the young boy under some very heavy eyelids.
"He got lines like Mr. Dan'l. They gonna go way too?"
"Yes, at least that's what the doctors say. Richard's been with the doctors this morning and he's just now waking up." Granny looked at Richard.
"Richard, this is Danny. Danny and his friends come over to keep us company during lunch sometimes. When you leave here, you'll be staying with Danny and his friends."
Richard continued to study Danny and tried to smile.
"Hi, Danny. That's some fancy outfit you're wearin'." Danny just grinned.
"Danny and his friends dress like this when they visit. We call them Cherubs 'cause we think they're angels." Danny grinned while Richard just closed his eyes.
"Do it hurt? What'd the doctors do?" Danny asked innocently.
"Not nearly as much as when I got 'em," Richard answered with a slight smile, but his eyes remained closed.
"They gonna eat wif us, too?" Danny asked Granny.
While Danny was entertained by his Granny and Richard, Daniel noticed each of the boys was either talking to their Granny or watching Danny. TJ and Evan had not changed into their Cherub outfits, but continued to tend to the needs of the boys. Several more boys walked in, all dressed as Cherubs. Immediately behind them was Grandpa, followed by Mark and Terry. Daniel thought he could get more rest and privacy in the middle of the interstate.
"Hey, Mr. Dan'l. How's it goin'?" one of the boys called out. The other boys stood around looking at Daniel, expectantly.
"Doin' fine guys. Are all of you behaving?"
"Yes, sir," the boys answered, almost in unison.
"Mr. Mark said we should come in here and see you and meet the other guys. We thought there was more guys," Tanner said; his brother, Bobby, standing next to him.
"They're in the adjoining room," Daniel answered while pointing to the door. "TJ, before you and Evan visit with Grandpa, why don't you take the boys into the other room and introduce them?"
"Sure thing, Mr. Dan'l."
Daniel and the men watched the boys as they headed to the adjoining room. On their way the boys managed to speak to a couple of the Grannies and the boys. The new boys watched the Cherubs, dressed in loin cloths and wearing gold, copper and silver chains, as they proceeded to the next room. The boys, still partially out of it due to the drugs, wondered if they were seeing an apparition or were there six or more nearly naked boys wandering through their room.
"Daniel," Mark spoke up to get the man's attention, "Greg gave me this folder for you to look through. He said it's research he did for one of his grad papers and thought you might be interested. The paper was on how other states privatized foster care and addressed taking care of kids that were wards of the state. He said there was also some stuff in there on two states that had passed laws outlawing the enslavement of minors."
"You're kidding. Why didn't he tell us about this before?"
"Said he didn't have it with him. When we left to pick up the new kids, he called home and asked his parents to ship it down. He told me he didn't want to say anything until he was sure he could lay his hands on it and look at the notes. It just came in."
Daniel and the other men didn't notice TJ and Evan leave with Grandpa.
"Well, boys, seems we have ourselves a new dilemma here," Grandpa commented while smiling at the boys affectionately.
TJ and Evan looked at one another, puzzled. When the lights came on, both boys began to strip much to the delight of Grandpa. It took only a moment before Grandpa could begin to appreciate the boyish beauty of his two favorite cherubs. Resting his elbows on the arms of his wheelchair, Grandpa held his hands out, palms up. Both boys stepped forward until their boyhoods rested in Grandpa's palms.
Grandpa sat with his eyes closed, enjoying the feel of their youthful packages and slowly inhaling their energetic aroma. Shivers ran through his body as both boys leaned over and gently kissed the old man's neck. When the boys felt two fingers inch their way behind their scrotums, they spread their legs to give Grandpa access. They were his boys. They loved him. They trusted him. He would do no wrong by his boys as they surrendered themselves completely to the pleasures of an old man.
Grandpa turned his head to the left and placed a light kiss on TJ's forehead. Turning his head to the right, he placed a light kiss on Evan's forehead; both boys smiled. Turning back to TJ, Grandpa looked at the now erect and throbbing boyhood before him and swallowed it in one move; TJ whined. Grandpa's right hand continued his light massage of Evan's package while Evan placed a hand on his young lover's shoulder. When TJ turned and leaned over, the boys engaged in a deep, passionate kiss. As they kissed, Grandpa squeezed their scrotums, eliciting more whimpers. Grandpa laughed to himself.
Backing his head up to release the throbbing boyhood, Grandpa held his teeth just behind the glans and flicked his tongue over the small slit in the end. TJ rose on his toes and reached out to Evan for balance. Evan broke their kiss and laughed as he bent over and sucked TJ's left nipple. After flicking his tongue over the nub, Evan quickly began nibbling the sensitive tissue; barely scraping the surface with his teeth. Licking his way up the pectoral, Evan began to bathe the teen's neck, stopping momentarily to make his mark. The mark would remain for only a few days, but everyone would know Evan's brand on TJ. When it wore off, it would be replaced.
Grandpa backed off TJ and turned his affections toward Evan. While he repeated the same stimulations on Evan, his left hand moved deeper between TJ's legs until the old man's fingernails could lightly scratch the most sensitive prize hidden deep between those fleshy bubble mounds. TJ remained on his toes, whimpering like the little puppy he had become. When Grandpa penetrated with two digits, TJ whined and bent over to suckle on Evan's nipples. Slowly, lovingly, TJ tongue bathed his lover's chest until he reached the craning neck; Evan was then branded.
Grandpa enjoyed listening to his boys whimper and whine. Their sounds, together with their twisting bodies told him the boys were enjoying themselves. That's what boys were supposed to do. Enjoy the gifts that nature had given them. Share their love with one another. Be willing to both give and receive pleasure. To Grandpa, the greatest gift the boys could give him was to receive, openly, the pleasures that he could show them.
When Grandpa backed off Evan, locking his teeth just behind the glans and teasing Evan, the boys broke their embrace. Grandpa began to suck as hard and fast as he could. His fingers plunged into the boy, seeking and finding his young prostrate. Swallowing the youthful pole, throat muscles massaged the shaft while fingertips massaged his sweet spot until Evan could no longer hold back. Crying out and whimpering his pleasure, the youth's body spasmed and shot forth its vital nectar. Grandpa sucked, greedily.
Grandpa quickly backed off Evan and plunged fully down onto TJ. TJ jumped, not expecting the move. TJ jumped again as two fingers invaded him. The boy couldn't cry out in surprise, it felt too good; again, he was a whimpering puppy. Throat muscles flexed as fingertips danced. TJ rose on his toes and arched his back as his body also spasmed and released its vital nectar. The boys slumped against one another to recover.
Grandpa released TJ's boyhood to let the boys recover. When they did, the boys bent down and lifted the old man from his wheelchair. Laying him gently on the bed, they slowly, sensuously, stripped him. He was old, his body failing. His skin was no longer taught over firm muscle. Behind the sagging eyelids, under the white eyebrows, were eyes that twinkled with the love of life. The boys saw it, they experienced it.
Grandpa had used his time with the boys to teach them how to derive greater pleasures from their bodies and life in general. Knowing what the old man enjoyed, the boys pulled Grandpa's wrists above his head and tied him off to the headboard. They looked down on him, smiling, and then giving him the mischievous look he cherished. The boys lay next to him and showed Grandpa just how well they had learned their lessons as they stroked, teased and played. When Grandpa moaned, it was not only music, but a reward to the boys. A sign they were doing well.
The boys lay on either side of their treasure. Each had their head resting on a hip bone, blowing gently across and over the ancient man pole. With their heads towards the foot of the bed, they allowed their bodies to move towards Grandpa's face. Two young penises, each emitting a light flow of juice, rolled over the sinking cheeks. Grandpa cursed the boys because ever time he turned his head to suckle, the boys pulled back, laughing. Grandpa would get what he wanted, but only when the boys thought they had teased him to a peak of arousal and need.
With Grandpa sufficiently frustrated, and pleased, the boys straddled the man's torso. TJ swung a leg over his hips and the rocked from side to side. The boy smiled as he watched Grandpa's eyes follow his equipment as it swung like a pendulum. Reaching back, TJ ran Grandpa's penis up and down his crack, eliciting the desired moans from the man. At the right moment, TJ aligned the pole with its desired target and pressed down slightly. The pressure wasn't enough to cause penetration, but it did suggest what may be to come. Grandpa thrust his hips up to no avail.
After teasing the man for a few minutes, TJ lowered himself and barely achieved penetration. Moving his hand to play with Grandpa's nipples, TJ used his muscles to slowly and deliberately pull Grandpa inside him. Grandpa watched as each inch disappeared and then, occasionally, TJ would expel a small portion only to pull it back in; the boy had learned well.
With TJ sitting on Grandpa's hips, Evan straddled the man's head, aiming his sensitive spot directly over the talented and highly experienced senior's mouth. Evan hooked a foot over each of Grandpa's arms before releasing the bindings. Grandpa blew a fine stream of air over Evan's pucker and smiled at the resulting whimper. Inhaling deeply, Grandpa enjoyed the aroma of youth before beginning a most serious rimming.
While Grandpa savored the taste of his boy, TJ remained sitting on the man's hips. He used his anal muscles as Grandpa had taught him to give pleasure. There was no bouncing or bumping of parts, just shear controlled pleasure. The two boys kissed, suckled and pleased one another as each enjoyed having their prostrate massaged.
The boys were aware they could keep Grandpa tied down for only so long without it adversely affecting his comfort. When the boys thought Grandpa might be shifting to relieve some discomfort, they changed positions. Evan switched to the side while TJ pulled himself off Grandpa. Both boys felt empty, Grandpa felt twice as abandoned. Using a tube of lube left in the side drawer just for them, TJ spread the lube inside Grandpa.
Evan lay in front of the senior citizen and pushed himself back until he felt the desired object. TJ lay behind Grandpa and aligned himself. When Grandpa felt TJ knocking at the door, he pushed back. As TJ pushed forward, Grandpa pressed forward and penetrated Evan. The threesome quickly found a rhythm good for all of them. Nothing was said; nothing needed to be said. They enjoyed the pleasures, given and taken. Each was in his own piece of heaven.
"Mark, how are the new boys doing at camp?" Daniel asked.
"Pretty good. When they first arrived they were a little apprehensive, but the boys soon had them settled down; actually, the boys together with Carl and Bernie. The professors decided to make their appearance as naturists." Mark smiled as he revealed the older men's introduction to the boys. "Some of the new boys were still suspicious that someone might be trying to play games with them. There wasn't much we could do other than tell them that wasn't true and let them find out on their own."
"You sound as though most of them realize it's no game. That seems kind of fast."
"Well, I don't' thing we had much to do with it; it was the boys. Kids have a tendency to trust other kids, not adults, although they did act a little friendly towards Carl and Bernie. Someone came up with an idea on how all the boys could get to know one another. We're not sure how it all got started, or even who started it, but word sure spread fast."
"What word?"
"About the shower party that first night. Soon as the little ones were down, the other guys were up and moving to the shower in one building. Kevin and I heard them but didn't know what was happening. After a few minutes of hearing the showers going, we sneaked out as best we could and looked." Mark paused a moment, and then continued. "Why don't we just say that had to be the biggest, best attended, teenage orgy I've ever heard of." The men all laughed before Mark added, "The boys were getting to know one another quite well. Kevin and I went back to bed and ignored them. The boys were doing a good job of communicating."
"Yeah, you and Kevin went back to bed and made your own noise," Terry added as Mark blushed and the other men laughed harder.
"So, everything is going well?" Daniel asked.
"As far as we can tell. Remember the group that thought going naked marked them as slaves? They don't seem to have that problem now. Carl and Bernie had a talk with them, and then, after the party . . . Well, no one's worn a stitch since the party." Mark then turned more serious.
"Paul's received a couple of calls from the doctors that Dr. Mike contacted and arrangements are being made for the busses to come in later this week and over the weekend. When we told the boys, we got the usual moans which suggested things were getting close to normal. The older boys that have already been through their physicals and the dentist teased the new boys and everything settled down nicely."
Daniel's phone rang. He saw that it was Amos Crawford's office. While Daniel took the call, Mark and Terry walked next door to see the other boys. All of the boys lay on their beds, but were awake and talking to the Cherubs. When Mark walked in, the new boys became quiet; the Cherubs waved, but otherwise pretty much ignored both Mark and Terry. Mark could hear the Cherubs explaining to the new boys who he was.
Daniel finished his call and turned to his dad and Michael.
"That was Amos' office. They are preparing temporary paperwork for Eli and Furman. Seems Amos contacted someone he knew in Jacksonville and was able to rush through enough paperwork for a tentative approval for Furman to become Eli's caretaker."
"That explains what Furman has been doing between yesterday and this morning. He's been in interviews and someone has been running young Eli all over the place," Dr. Thompson commented.
"Eli is with the hospital personnel. He's getting the physical the state requires," Dr. Mike added. "I'd say someone is putting them on the fast track to being the family they've always presented themselves to be. It's nice to hear one come out the way you want."
"What came out the way you wanted?" The men turned to see Elizabeth approaching, accompanied by a cameraman.
"Elizabeth. Didn't expect to see you here," Daniel stated as he rose to greet her; grateful he had insisted on keeping at least the pants to set of greens.
"Mark or someone didn't tell you I was coming? I'll have to speak with him."
"Mark's next door," Daniel informed her. "We were talking when my phone rang. He and Terry went over to see the other boys.
"Is anyone going to tell me what it is that came out the way you wanted, or do I have to guess?"
"We were talking about the boy from up around Jacksonville, the one that wanted to remain a slave and stay with his master. Seems no one knows that they are master and slave. Everyone sees them as father and son and they wanted to keep up the charade." Daniel stopped talking for a moment.
"And?" Elizabeth asked impatiently.
"And, things are being worked out so he is no longer a slave and should be returning home with his former master. This time his master will be his legal guardian."
"Where is this boy now? Can I meet him?"
"He's receiving a physical," Daniel said, hesitating. "Elizabeth, I'm sure you realize . . ."
"Don't worry, Daniel. I'm not going to interview him. I'd just like to meet him. They sound like a nice pair."
"He should be back here shortly," Dr. Mike interjected. "We'll probably have to do some cosmetic work to remove a tattoo and any other signs of enslavement. It'll be done this afternoon if we can arrange it and hopefully, let the boy go home. I'll let the father know that you'd like to meet them."
"Daniel," Dr. Thompson jumped in and changed the subject. "Elizabeth has been doing some more special features on the boys. The latest ones are on the boys here and BDSM clubs. I understand she's been stirring things up more than just a little."
Daniel turned and gave Elizabeth a questioning look.
"Those clubs have been a target on more than one occasion in the past. Every time a station or newspaper tried to start putting some heat on them, it would heat up to a point and then nothing. You couldn't get any cooperation from the police, or anyone else in government. No one was able to find out who was sitting in the penthouse pulling strings and shutting doors."
"So, how did you get lucky this time?" Daniel asked.
"That's just it; pure luck. Someone called my office and left a couple of names. The next day I received a letter, typed and unsigned, with more information. At first, I wasn't sure what to think of it. We did a little investigating, quietly of course, and found some interesting connections. The connections were through corporations and other entities. It was almost like a maze, but it led us to some of the lower level government people. This time, when someone tried to interfere with us, we were able to fight back with our own connections."
"Sounds like our Miss Elizabeth pulled off a big coup," Dr. Thompson teased her.
'I'm not sure I'd call it a big coup, but definitely a big story. We're getting emails and calls from all over the state. They're running ninety percent against the clubs. That's why I'm here." Elizabeth turned to Daniel.
"I'd like to talk to the boys. If they'll let me, I'd like to have my cameraman take their pictures and show what these clubs have been doing to kids. I want some shock value."
Daniel looked at Elizabeth; she sensed his hesitation.
"Daniel, I know these boys have just been pulled from the clubs. I appreciate that they've had a rough time. I'm hoping that they despised what happened to them enough to convey that feeling to our audience. We are on a roll here and need to feed the fire if we can. You know I'll only do this if you say it's okay."
"It's not really up to me," Daniel explained. "These boys have had a rough time and what we're putting them through here isn't easy. I'll need to talk to their . . ."
"Mr. Daniel?" Daniel turned to see Tony looking at him. Tony's expression showed both apprehension and need. "Mr. Daniel, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to listen to what you all were sayin', but you're so close and all, that . . ."
"It's okay, Tony. Actually, I thought you boys were still so far out of it that you wouldn't realize what we were talking about. We didn't mean to bring up bad memories for you."
"Oh, that's okay. I mean, well, that's not why I said somethin'. I wanted to tell you that if it'd help kick those people in the ass, I don't mind talkin' to somebody or lettin' them take a picture if they want." Tony suddenly realized what he had said in front of Elizabeth. "Sorry, ma'am. I shouldn't a said it like that."
Daniel looked at the boys in his room. Not only were his two roommates watching him, but one of the boys from the adjoining room stood with Terry, watching and waiting. All of the boys were quiet. Everyone wanted to know what Daniel would do.
"Michael, these boys have been cooped up in this room or in a treatment room practically since they got here. Do you think it would be alright if we took these boys out of here for lunch? I think we could all use a change of scenery and some fresh air."
"I think I could talk the doctor into it," Michael answered with a smile. "They can't wear a top, but I think an exception can be made somewhere around here for them."
"But, Mr. Daniel," Tony spoke up, sounding urgent, "we don't have no clothes."
Elizabeth walked over beside Tony and placed the tip of her first finger under his chin.
"Tony, remind me to tell you about my twin boys. They don't know what clothes are. I've also been out to the camp many times and visited the boys; it never bothered them to be naked around me." She lifted his chin. "Besides, as beautiful as you are, those dreamy eyes, and one of the cutest bottoms I've ever seen, I don't think anyone would notice. But, just for you, I bet we can find some pants for you guys. Okay?"
"Okay," a blushing and smiling Tony answered.
End Ch Ninety-Eight
To Be Continued
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