It was one hell of a party. OK, I’d just got a huge surprise in what some (some?) of us boys were used for.
Sex.
There was sex going on around us, and a lot of it. The last time I’d seen Mr. Poore, my dad (another huge surprise for me), he’d had Jeffie on his lap, ‘with his dick up his butt’, I thought. And Jeffie was having a great time. It wasn’t like he was being raped. They’d both told me that – no one was going to do anything to me that I said ‘no’ to. And then there was Tyrone, I guess formerly known as Ronnie?
I guess he knew what kind of life he was looking at in those months he’d been recovering at Kim’s place with Mr. Leon. And Ty had asked me if I was going to walk away from it. Compared to what he’d had, I guess he thought he was better off now? I didn’t get it. I guess I’d never been beaten, raped, traded off for sex, or any of that. Heck, he’d even told me he’d tried to kill himself once. And his own dad threatened to kill him if he didn’t let them do it to him. I was just ignored, and well…Mom was giving me shots of some kind of drug to prevent puberty. I guess I could have had it a lot worse. I sure had it better right then, though!

While Bobbie was sucking my hard little 2”, Canyon was using a dildo on me. It felt bigger than the last one, too. Shit, it felt great!

“If you don’t like it, we’ll stop, Benny,” Canyon told me.

“What?” was about all I could tell him. I think my brain was overloaded on everything I’d just found out, and how good it was feeing right then. Hell no, I didn’t want him to stop!

But he did.

“That’s enough, son,” I heard Dad saying. Mr. Poore. My dad. It was still unbelievable. Here he was, with…boys…and he used to like girls? He wanted to get married once? To my Mom? I didn’t get it.

Bobbie stopped, and Canyon pulled the dildo out of me. I was almost there, too. ‘Damn’, I thought.

“Come with me, son,” Mr. Poore told me (dad told me), “We have to get you cleaned up, and we have some things to talk about.”

We went down to the basement, and that was when I found out that all the other boys had already had their clean-out sessions while the caterers were setting up. I’d been upstairs meeting everyone, and getting my fill of surprises, so it was time for my nightly session. I think. I didn’t know what time it was, and that was strange.

“I think you need a larger nozzle,” Dad told me, “You certainly seem loosened up?”

“Y-yeah,” I nodded, still feeling kinda stupid and half pissed off over him making us stop. Bobbie sure knew how to suck a dick!

“You’re confused by all this, aren’t you?” He asked me, while he was putting the plugging nozzle in and injecting the soapy stuff. It was bigger, and took some working to get it into me.

“Yes, sir.”

He laid me back on the bench and kissed me. Then he turned the water on. I was used to it by then, but I wanted to be back upstairs. He knew that, too.

“You’re bothered by what Tyrone told you, aren’t you, son?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And you’re bothered that your suspicions about me were right? All the clues you put together, things you weren’t meant to hear, that led you to believe that I’m a kidnapper who sells little boys as sex slaves?”

I didn’t want to answer him. He was rubbing my bloated belly, working the stuff into me to get me clean. His hands were warm.

“B-but he’s not a slave?” Was all I could come up with. I wondered how much trouble I was in for snooping.

“No, he can walk out Mr. Thomas’ door anytime. But I don’t believe he will. And what’s he going to tell them if he does? Some wild story about a boy-orgy? We can hide all that, Benny. And as for his having had his penis and testicles removed? All he can tell them is that some man found him stumbling along the road and took him to a doctor. Dr. Kent can’t refuse to treat a lost child with life-threatening injuries, even if the parents are not to be found. Besides, the doctor has documentation that they did this to him. Joe has seen to that. THEY would go to jail.”

He stopped to let me up, then he unplugged me.

“Hold it in, son,” he told me. “You do realize, Benjamin, that YOU may leave as well?”

There it was – my full name.

I was struggling to hold it, too. I was so loose by then.

“Did Joe kill them, sir?” I had to know. I was almost dancing, trying not to leak.

“No, no, he’d never do that. Let’s just say some police brutality is in order, off the record, from time to time? Let’s just say that not all drug dealers’ money and evidence makes it onto the books! In fact, you can thank Ty’s parents for paying for the caterers! Call it karma, if you like.”

“Oh!”

“Release,” he finally told me, and I did that.

When he started my 2nd one, the rinse, he touched me down there. “Did you know your balls pull up, and you get very small when we’re doing this, Benny?”

I didn’t know.

I looked down, and it looked my balls had pulled back up inside me! I started getting hard again.

Dad laughed. “It makes you look more like Canyon!”

I wasn’t sure what to say about that. My sac was all shriveled up, and my balls looked like they were gone! I kinda liked it.

When we were done, he just held me, kissing me all over. Even …there. I wasn’t sure if I liked that, but it felt good.

The bathtub was already full. He’d had it running, with lots of soap. It smelled good, sweet, like flowers. I was always kinda shaky after a wash-out, so helped me in. He got in with me. That was a first time.

“Benny, does it bother you what you saw me doing with Jeffie?”

I didn’t lie to him. “Yes, sir, it does. I’m sorry!”

“Don’t be,” he told me. “I’m sure it was a shock. But did it look like Jeffie was being hurt?

“No sir.”

He was soaping me up, touching me. I couldn’t see it through the bubbles, but I knew his dick was down there, somewhere. I knew what he wanted to ask me, and I was shaking. Canyon had told me, “Now multiply this by a million times!”

I knew he wanted to fuck me like he had Jeffie.

Like I now knew he was doing to Canyon.

I had to wonder what if felt like. Jeffie sure looked happy.

But his own son?

THAT was what they did when Canyon slept in his bed. That was why my brother looked so silly and walked funny the next day – because he’d had a good fucking!

My brother. My twin brother. It was still impossible to believe.

But he told me it was the biggest act of love there was. More than anything, I didn’t want him to stop loving me. Telling me he loved me.

He pushed some bubbles away and pulled me over onto his lap. When I looked down, his dick was sticking up between my legs! It looked like I had suddenly grown a huge one!

“You know, if you recover, son, or have to get shots, yours will look like this one day. So will Canyon’s,” he told me.

“It’s…it’s big,” was all I could come up with.

He laughed. “Benny, if I’d had any idea that your mother would have raised you like she did, I would NEVER have allowed her to keep one of you. I am so very sorry, son.”

I had to wonder what it was like, growing up like Canyon. Like Dad. Like his adopted dad before him? Did they all do this kind of stuff? How far back did it go? Was that why Grandpa, I guess he would be my Grandpa, had a heart attack and died when he found out Dad proposed to a woman? To Mom?

“Canyon’s a very healthy, happy, boy, Benny,” he told me. “Are you?”

Those two words just hung there in the air.

“Close your eyes and think about it, son,” he told me, touching me, washing me off. I was shivering, but not from being afraid.

OK, yeah, I was, some.

“Canyon is loved and cared for, his every want and need seen to, every minute of every day,” Dad told me, kissing my ear. “He’s never really alone, you know. Can you say the same, Benny?”

I think I was crying. I don’t remember.

“No.”

“No one makes fun of him, either, and he’s never left out. He has friends come over all the time, you know! Why do you think there were 2 beds in his room?” Dad asked me. “And Jeffie’s here all next week.”

I shrugged. He as holding me tighter, but I knew it wasn’t going to last. I had to go home Sunday night – home to a house without power, AC running low off a cord to Mr. Poore’s place, and Mom.

I had to go back to my room.

Alone.

And maybe back to those shots.

Maybe even to the Blanken Center.

If he could hide all the evidence, like he’d said, at least that meant Canyon wouldn’t be taken away, but what about me? He couldn’t stop mom if she sent me away. The papers on me weren’t good after she got home.

“Don’t make me go back!” I was begging. “Please!”

“Benjamin,” (there it was again, serious) “Do you really want to stay here with your father and brother? Even if it means a strict routine? No running off when you feel like it, no TV all day, and no eating garbage from The Shack? You’ve been here only 2 weeks, son. You’ve done very, very well – but think about this. If you stay, you will be here for the next five years. You will have school every day, very few days off, no vacations,” he paused, “Well, that’s not true. We do take a trip now and again!” He laughed. “But not with your routine travel accommodations! And you will have to go to college, too. There will be more, harder, choices to make as well. In a way, you’re going to grow up fast, son. Canyon is already quite the little man, I’m sure you’ve noticed?”

I nodded.

He wasn’t holding me anymore.

“Open your eyes and look at me, Benny.”

I did that.

He was very serious, just sitting there, waiting. His fingers on the tub edge looked kinda prune-ish. We’d been in the water a while.

“How do you feel, right now, son?”

I didn’t know what to say.

I felt…empty.

There wasn’t a plug in me, and I’d got used to it. No one was touching me. I didn’t know it until right then – it seemed that someone was always touching me. It was either dad, or Canyon, or if someone like Joe was over, then him.

I couldn’t stand it.

I grabbed him so hard and hugged him that I splashed water on the floor. I know I cried, I know I begged to stay. I knew it was so weird, that other kids didn’t live like this, but in 2 weeks, I got used to it. I liked it.

OK, I said it.

Because someone was there.

Someone loved me.

“Benny?” – “Benny?” – “Benn...” – “BENJAMIN!”

I looked at him.

“Father can’t breathe, Benny,” he told me, and I guess I had him pinned to the tub with my arms around his neck.

“I…I’m sorry!” I cried.

“I’ll take that as a yes, son,” he smiled at me. Then he kissed me, his hands were back on me, and he was holding me again. The shaking stopped. “We’re beginning to shrivel up,” he laughed. “Let’s get you plugged, dried, and sent back upstairs. You’re going to miss all the fun, you know!”

“I…I like it down here, sir, just me and you,” I kinda mumbled.

“I’m sure Canyon is entertaining our guests for us, and properly,” Dad told me, as he pulled me back onto his lap. He was reaching around for something. “Benny, are you sure you want this? ALL of this?” He asked me again.

“Yes, sir?”

Why was he asking me again? Did I screw up, and he was gonna send me home?

I started feeling sick again. I’d rather get spanked raw than just hear him say, “Go home.” I couldn’t take it.

“Do you want to stay here, and live with – and live like – your brother? Do you want to have everything that HE does?” Dad was asking.

I was nodding, like I was stupid or something.

“Then tell me, Benny.”

“Dad, I wanna stay here with you and Canyon!” I cried.

“Then you shall,” he told me, and he moved his arm down under me. “So long as you want to?”

“I want to, Dad!” I told him again. How many times did I have to tell him?

“Let’s get you properly situated, then, Benny,” he told me, and I felt his fingers at my butt. “Relax, like usual. That’s it. Now we’re going to plug you with something a little bigger, son.”

I guess, in my head, I knew what he was going to do. I knew what he wanted to do. I’d just agreed to it. But it didn’t click just then.

“It might hurt a little bit at first, son,” he warned me. “But it’s not on purpose. OK?”

I nodded. “OK.”

“No one is every going to hurt you, on purpose, ever again. I promise.”

He moved me around a little, and I felt the plug start in. He gave it a little push, and told me I was doing good. It started in, but it was different.

It was longer, bigger.

Softer.

And warm.

And I knew.

“Dad?” I gasped some.

He shushed me and told me to relax.

It was going in further.

I was so hard it hurt. He’d interrupted us upstairs, and I wanted to get off bad.

Then it stopped at something.

“Relax, push out like you’re emptying yourself, Benny,” he told me.

I did that, and it was going in again, slow.

It did hurt a little bit, but he was holding me, rubbing my shoulders, telling me to just keep pushing out. It just kept going in me.

Then I felt him close against me. I felt his body hair touching my back.

It wasn’t a plug inside me.

It was his dick.

My dad had just started fucking me!

He raised me up a little, then, tickling me under the arms. I laughed. Then he moved me back down. I breathed in, hard. The water was sloshing.

He moved me again, and then all of him was inside me.

I think I cried out, I don’t remember it too good. But he just kept moving me. It was tight, and it did hurt a little bit, but it also felt good at the same time. He was touching me inside like the doctor had, but only with his dick!

“I love you, son,” he told me, “And no one is going to take you away from me!”

“I…I love you, too, Father,” I said, just like Canyon did.

He kept moving me, and I saw the water was going down. He’d pulled the stopper with his foot, I guess. I wanted to touch my dick, but he said no and held my hands.

I felt that burning inside, like I had to pee – just like it felt when Canyon used the dildo on me.

But dad was a lot bigger. It was happening faster. I thought my head was gonna fly off! I was panting, and by the time the water had almost all ran out, I was crying. I was getting off, and something hot was being shot into me. I could feel it. It hurt some, a little, yeah, but it felt so good, too.

We sat there until I felt his dick getting soft inside me. Then he grabbed me and stood up, pulling me off of him. He didn’t say a thing as he patted me dry. He just smiled and touched me, kissed me all over.

“You’ve done very well, son,” he whispered in my ear. “Now run upstairs and go have fun. I’ll be along in a moment.”

“No plug?”

“No.”

I felt…empty.

“Dad?”

“Yes?”

“I love you!”

“I love you, too, Benny. Now go and have some fun. You might need something else to eat, too?”

I was hungry again. I didn’t know what time it was, but it was a party. I guess it wasn’t bedtime?

My legs were rubbery when I went upstairs, and I guess I had that stupid Canyon-grin on my face, because he knew it the minute he saw me.

He was laying on his nap mat with Henry, who looked like he’d went to sleep. Hell, the kid even had freckles on his back! Canyon looked kinda tired, too, but he was grinning. He smiled when I walked in.

“You got a bath with Father, didn’t you, Benny?” He smiled.

I nodded.

“It was great, wasn’t it?”

“Kinda hurt, but yeah!”

“If it hurt,” Canyon asked me, “Then why got that stupid grin on your face, Brother?”

We both laughed at that, and he got up and hugged me, and kissed me on the mouth. Hard. I started getting hard again, but not that it hurt. But it went soft again pretty fast.

“Keep yourself tight, like you’re holding it in, or you’ll leak,” Canyon told me.

“Huh?”

“You know all that mess that boys with balls make? All that cum? It’s all inside you now!” He laughed.

I wasn’t sure what to think about that. I didn’t realize it then, but that must have been what I felt – that hot stuff inside me.

“Think of it as having a replacement injection of what your own balls aren’t making,” Dr. Kent told me. “You know, since it was your first time, I should probably examine you and make sure you’re not hurt?”

“Dad didn’t hurt me, sir?” I must have squeaked, because he laughed.

But he did put his hand on the back of my neck and squeeze. “Are you refusing a suggestion from your doctor, boy?”

“NO, sir!”

Canyon was laughing.

But I got examined anyway.

And I got fucked again! Right there on my mat!

“Benny, did you like it?” Dr. Kent asked me. “You could have said ‘no’?”

“Yes, sir!”

“Do you want to do it again?”

I know my face was red. I was still feeling dizzy and weak, too. My butt felt like it was…going to fall off or something. It was just…I don’t know. It was weird. OK, it was all weird. I know, I said that a lot. But there I was. And I could leave.

And I didn’t.

“Oh, c’mon, Benny!” Canyon was saying, “Get some more to eat, and have another go at it!”

“But…but Dad’s busy?”

“Who said anything about him?” Canyon grinned. “Why do you think I was laying down when you got up here? I’ve been busy, and it’s hard work!”

“You mean…?” I asked.

“Well, Father did Jeffie, didn’t he? And he’s not the only man here.”

“I, uhhh, yeah,” I remembered. “Where is he, anyway?”

I had to wonder what the little weirdo was up to.

“Jeffery? The last time I saw him, he was hog-tied on the patio trying to get loose,” Canyon shrugged. I could tell he didn’t think that was fun at all when he said “Jeffery.”

“What about Ty?”

“What are you on about, writing a novel?” Canyon laughed. “He’s in the big family room with Mr. Thomas. I think he went to sleep. Past his bedtime, you know,” he jerked a thumb at Henry. “Poor kids just couldn’t hold out!”

“Dad said to host,” I told him.

“So go host, then!” Canyon laughed, and Dr. Kent slapped my butt on the way out.

I found Mr. Thomas in the family room that we never used. It was more of a family/dining room, really, and you could tell a small divider had been taken out. There were a couple loveseats and recliners on the lower level, and Tryone was asleep with his head in Mr. Thomas’ lap. He held a finger up to his lips when I came in.

“Sir?”

“Benny, could you bring me a club soda?” He asked. I saw he was still dressed. I guessed nothing had happened. I must have shown my confusion, because he smiled.

When I got back with his drink, he motioned for me to sit. I sat on the floor by his leg and turned around to look up at him.

“Your father has offered us use of the guest room for tonight, for which I am grateful,” Mr. Thomas told me. “Ty’s had a bit of a big night, getting to know everyone, and finally realizing that no one was going to hurt him. He’s fed, warm, safe, and he’ll sleep all night, I’m sure.” He ran his fingers over Ty’s bald head. “Isn’t he beautiful?” He asked. “How anyone could abuse such a thing of wonder…” he sighed.

“Sir?”

He nodded at me.

“I…I’m glad you’re taking him, I mean, away from all that crap.”

“You’re having a difficult time conceiving of how THIS…” he waved his hand around, “Is better for a boy?”

I nodded.

“But you’re happy, aren’t you, son? You certainly LOOK happy?” He smiled.

I figured he knew.

He did. Somehow they always did.

“I don’t have many needs, Benny. Tyrone won’t have nearly the excitement that some of you and his other playmates will, but he’ll have some. When he’s ready. Dr. Kent will let me know when. He has to fully heal up first.”

“Sir?”

“Ty had to have some surgery, inside, Benny. Just removing his damaged genitals wasn’t the whole of it. Poor boy. That, and he’s had a hard time with the withdrawal symptoms.”

I know I gasped, hard.

“They…they made HIM do drugs, sir?”

Mr. Thomas nodded. “To enhance his performance, I’m sure, or settle him down. Dr. Kent tested his hair, and it was loaded with THC. He’s been smoking marijuana for a while, and his sinuses have some damage from cocaine. It’s going to be a long road, but as you can see,” he patted Ty’s tummy, which was bulging some, “He’s got an appetite!”

“My mom drugged me, too, sir,” I told him.

“I know,” He patted my head. “Kent told me. Unforgivable,” he sighed. “Puberty, castration, with drugs or a knife, should be the boy’s decision. It should not be made for him. Ty’s going to have to adapt to his being a eunuch, and so far, he seems fine with it. He said at least no one could squeeze his balls to make him do what they wanted him to anymore.”

He touched Ty’s smooth crotch, where the skin was still pink. Ty stirred, snuggled down some more, and didn’t wake up.

“Benny, I know you want to get back to having your own fun, but can you help me get the guest room ready? Help me put him to bed?

“Yes, sir.”

I had to ask Canyon where it was! Turned out, it was next to our room. I wondered what that door was, you know. Hell, there were a couple rooms I’d never been in yet.

The room had one big bed, and there were restraints on one side of it only. Mr. Thomas carried Ty upstairs, and he woke up on the stairs. “Wha’…?” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. “Bedtime, son,” he told him.

“Gotta pee,” Ty mumbled.

“Benny,” Mr. Thomas said, as he put Ty on the bed and started to undress. “Do you know how a catheter is used?”

“I think so, sir.” I nodded.

Ty was looking around. “I…I might pee the bed, sir,” he fretted, touching himself. He looked ashamed.

“Go to the bathroom with Benny,” Mr. Thomas told him. He was putting on a robe, and from what I saw, he wasn’t fat or anything, but he wasn’t that built either. He looked like he might have been at one time, though. “Use your straight-cath, like Kim taught you. Benny will have a diaper for you, just in case.”

“OK,” Ty said, and he was still half-asleep.

I read the directions on the package, and got it ready. It wasn’t hard. Ty knew how to use it, and after he’d sat down to pee, he ran it up the little hole – that was all he had down there. Not much came out when he did, but some. He threw it away. I didn’t look while he put his diaper on. He told me it was to make sure he wasn’t ‘retaining’ any, and to make sure he was empty. That, and it made sure the hole stayed open.

“Thanks,” he told me, and I figured I had to put him to bed, since Mr. Thomas was sitting there with a pipe going and a book in his hand.

There were headphones and a blindfold on the table next to the bed. Ty must have been used to it, because he let me strap him in for the night. I saw, that unlike our headphones, Ty’s would be connected to a stereo system in the room. There was a cassette in the player marked “Ty-relaxation.”

“Goodnight, little buddy,” I told him.

“Daddy will be right here,” Mr. Thomas told him, “And we’re behind 2 locked doors. No one is going to get in.”

Unable to move, and then unable to see once I blindfolded him, Ty just said, “K’-night.”

I kissed his cheek. “Everybody loves you, Ty,” I told him.

Mr. Thomas kissed him too, patted his tummy, and told him the same. I started the tape.

“Thank you, Benny. I’m sure having another boy do that made him feel better.” He kissed me too, then dismissed me with a nod. “You’re a good host, son.” I closed the door easy.

OK, I don’t know who all did what that night, but when I got back upstairs, Henry was still asleep. Bobbie and Mickey were making out on the sofa – as best they could. I mean, both of them were castrated, and neither one of them had much more than 3” hard. They looked like tall 12 year olds, really, but they were doing all they could and having fun with it.

Kim was in the pool with Mr. Leon, and I figured he was being fucked in the water. Canyon was entertaining Dr. Kent by giving him a blowjob, and I wondered if I’d have to do that. I wasn’t sure about having that mess in my mouth though. I thought that was just gross! Jeffie was still hogtied, but he had kneepads on and was giving Joe a blowjob, too. It looked kinda awkward.

Me, I was still feeling really weird. My butt felt like it was just…huge, or something, and so…empty. I was hard again, too. I didn’t know what to think, until Bob came over and patted me on the head. I jumped.

“So Benny, I hear you’ve been properly initiated?” He laughed.

“Huh?”

“You got fucked? How was it?” He laughed again.

“I…uhhh…I dunno, sir?”

“Oh, he loved it, Bob,” Canyon said, and Dr. Kent cleared his throat loudly. Canyon went back to work on him at once.

“I’m not as big as your daddy, Benny, but if you’d like?” Bob offered.

OK, to make a long story short, Bob fucked me.

He didn’t make me do the work, either. We went inside, to the family room, and he had me lay on the floor. He propped my legs up, so I could see him doing it, and he just – did it.

That was when I learned about blowjobs, too. I was grossed out by having to put his dick in my mouth, but he told me there was nothing on it but … well, let’s just say the enema had done its job. That’s why it was important to be clean inside and out – the dick that went IN you would probably go in your mouth later too.

I kinda gagged on it, but he was patient and told me what to do. He told me that since he’d already got off like four times that night, there wouldn’t be much mess.

I thought he’d lied.

I had no idea what to do when he shot that mess into my mouth! And THAT wasn’t much?! What the hell? If I hit puberty, was I going to do that, too? I couldn’t imagine all that shit shooting out of me, like Scott.

And just where the hell was Scott?

Hell, I didn’t care! And I had other problems right then.

Like a mouthful of … mess.

It was salty, thick, and just…gross. He made me swallow it, then got me a soda to wash it down. He told me I’d done ‘extremely well’. I thought I’d be sick, but the lemon-lime soda settled me down.

Well, not totally. I wasn’t used to sugar and I had a buzz, I guess.

Bobbie and Mickey had woke Henry up, too, when we went back out for a swim. Henry looked lost. “Daddy?” He was asking, rubbing his eyes.

I still hadn’t seen my dad either.

“Are you hosting, then?” Bob asked me, and I figured I had to ‘take Henry in hand,’ he said.

Henry was hungry again, so I got him a plate. Once he’d ate, he asked me what time it was. I didn’t know. “I don’t get to stay up late much,” he told me. “You DO know?” He leaned over and whispered at me. “About…? You know, sex?”

“Yeah, three times so far!” I grinned at him. I wasn’t sure how I felt just then, but…I had to tell myself I liked it. I did. Sort of. It was confusing, OK?

And where was Dad?

“Oh, Benny,” Mickey was asking me, as him and Bobbie were heading out too, “Did you ask little Henry when the last time he had blowjob was?”

Henry blushed.

“What?” I asked him.

“If I can get hard, it takes forever to cum,” Henry told me. “Ever since my frenumecto-thingy, it’s kinda numb.”

“Frenulectomy,” Mickey laughed at him. “If you can get him hard, Benny, you’ll find he’s got the smoothest, most perfect little pecker you’ve ever seen! Dr. Kent just made him a masterpiece!”

Then they went out for a swim.

“You still got all your stuff, don’t you?” Henry asked me. “I had all kinds of skin cut off my dick last year,” he told me. “My circumcision wasn’t that good and tight, doctor told me.”

“Well, I’m circumcised,” I told him.

“Yeah, but not tight. You got that tab underneath. I don’t,” Henry said. “And it’s really touchy. Here,” he said, and he touched it. I got hard again, about half, but he was right – that spot was touchy, and it felt good.

And he’d had his cut off.

Henry got about half hard, too, when I touched him. Mickey was right, his dick was very smooth under the head. No tab at all.

“Henry,” I had to ask him, “Are you sorry you got cut?”

“No,” he answered right off. “It just made it really hard for me to cum, is all. What freaks me out is Tyrone and Kim, though. I don’t want my whole dick gone! Do you?”

“No,” I told him, and that was that. No way did I wanna it all gone. I liked it too much.

“Let’s try it, Benny, since it’s a party and I’m allowed! It’s not like we’re gonna make a mess!” Henry said.

That was something else new – me and Henry giving each other a blowjob at the same time. He called it a “69” thing. Heck, my mouth was getting tired by the time I just got him hard. I didn’t get off like when I’d been fucked, but it did feel good. Henry wasn’t complaining, either.

I gotta say, his hard little dick did look smoother and better than mine did. I liked how it looked.

“What the HELL is this?” Somebody yelled at us, and we both rolled over and jumped up.

It was Joe.

“I should arrest the both of you!” He laughed. He was in uniform, too. I didn’t know why. “I have to go talk to someone,” he patted our heads. “So, did you two manage to accomplish anything?”

“It was good, sir, thanks!” Henry smiled at him.

That was when I started really thinking about it. Not a one of the boys there seemed scared or upset. It was like, whatever anyone wanted to do, they were all for it. Every man there had a go at each one of us, I thought, and that was all OK?

Yeah, I wasn’t saying ‘no’ to anyone either, even though I knew I could. I yawned.

“Oh, no!” Joe told me. “When I get back, you better not be asleep, young man!” He warned me. Then he kissed us both and went down to the basement.

What the hell?

Henry was yawning, too, and he laid back down on the mat. I guess he wasn’t allowed to stay up very late? He went back to sleep pretty quick.

I decided to see what Joe was doing, and followed him down to the basement.

When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I could see all the lights on. The basement was bigger than I thought it was, and there was flashing light coming from the far end, way past the barber chair. Come to think of it, I’d never seen the basement with all the lights on.

I went over to see what it was, and I found out who Joe was talking to:

Scott.

He was laying on one of those little hospital rolling beds, a gurney, I think. He was naked, and strapped down with a big belt across his waist and a padded strap over his forehead. He had an IV in his arm, some kind of rubber gag in his mouth, and he was staring up at two strobing lights – one red, one white. They were flashing so fast it was just – hypnotic. I looked away. He had a tube coming out of his dick, too, connected to a bag, and he wasn’t moving. He was just staring up at the lights and not blinking much.

I shut my eyes.

“OK, Jimmie, you tell Uncle Joe all about it, all right? No one’s going to hurt you, and you didn’t do anything wrong.” I guess he took the gag out.

“Huh?” I heard Scott say.

And ‘Jimmie?’ Who was that?

“Just look at the pretty lights and tell Uncle Joe all about it, OK?”

“Head hurts,” Scott mumbled.

Then I heard Dad.

“Do you want the doctor to get you something for your headache, Jimmie?”

“Yeeeeeehs,” Scott whined. “I gotta peeeee!”

“Go ahead and pee, son,” Dad told him. “It’s OK.”

“Ben?” Scott whimpered.

“Benny’s having a good time, Jimmie, he’s fine. Don’t try to move, you’re hurt pretty bad. Remember? That car hit you on the road by The Shack, remember?”

“Car?” Scott groaned. “Yeah.”

What the hell were they doing to him?

Dad got a needle and shot something into his IV line. Scott grinned.

“’fank yuunnu!”

“That car busted you up pretty bad, boy, did you see the license plate?”

“Noooooh.”

“Jimmie, you just watch the pretty lights, OK? I know it hurts, but we’ll help. You’re going to be in the hospital for a while.”

“Myyy nammme…” Scott whimpered. Then I guess the drugs hit him. I peeked again, leaned down so I couldn’t see the lights head on.

Joe picked up some kind of thing, and Dad rubbed some gel on Scott’s head on his temples.

Whatever Joe had looked like a horseshoe with two metal balls on the ends. He put it on Scott’s head so the balls were between his eyes and ears, up some. Scott looked limp. They put the rubber gag back in his mouth.

“Give him a hard one,” Joe suggested. Dad adjusted something on a box on the table by Scott’s gurney. Why were they calling him ‘Jimmie’ though? I know his middle name was James, but he hated it.

Scott mumbled into his gag.

“It’s OK, Jimmie,” Dad told him, patting his stomach. “Just watch the lights and go to sleep.”

Then Joe did something, and Scott’s eyes got wide. He was yelling into his gag, and his body arched some, pulling on his straps. The lights went dim.

When it stopped, he was passed out.

“You think this’ll zap his memory, Martin?” Joe asked.

“Joe, when we’re done, he’ll think his name is Jimmie and that he lives in Outer Mongolia, if we want him to,” Dad smiled. “No, he won’t be a problem. All we have to do then, once his memory is wiped out, is find a good loving home for him.”

I backed up, slow, hiding in the shadows.

My heart was pounding.

They were wiping out Scott’s memory, making him think he was someone else!

‘Of course they would’, I thought, ‘if he called Mom already, they can’t just send him home and bribe him off! They tried that, and it didn’t work.’

“We’re going to have to start looking for him tomorrow, 24 hours, Martin,” Joe told Dad. “I can’t hide all that.”

“Not a problem. The boys took some blood and made a mess where they left their bikes. Bobbie brought Benny’s back here. It’ll be the perfect abduction scene, Joe, just like the disappearance of Ronnie King.”

“You have a buyer yet?” Joe asked.

What the heck was a ‘buyer’ for? Were they going to sell Scott? Then again, Mr. Thomas had said that Tyrone was ‘worth every penny.’

“Yes, but since he’s well into puberty and had some development, I’m not so sure we can get 250,” Dad said. He sighed and leaned on the wall. “His voice hasn’t broken, though, and there’s no beard growth yet.”

“Joe, we’ve never had to do this before, but what choice is there? We were so sure, since what we heard from Benny’s collar bug, that the dirty-minded little brat would go right along with Benny?”

“Guess he didn’t like it,” Joe shrugged. “But it’s not like we can just kill him and throw him in the river. I won’t do that.”

I thought I was gonna puke. I couldn’t believe it!

“They’ve got another boy, Joe,” Dad shook his head. “And maybe if this one goes, the little one – Evan? – will have a better life now? Benny said that he was making him miserable? Kid followed him around like a puppy, and Jimmie here just ignored him.”

“He’s not a nice kid, Martin,” Joe agreed with Dad. “I’ve seen it before. He’ll be in ‘jew-vee’ by the time he’s 14, you know. I’ve already busted him three times at the mall for shit, got him barred, and I’ll bet money he was in on the cars what got broke into.”

What was ‘jew-vee’? And Scott was in that kind of trouble? I knew he was banned from the mall until fall, but…?

“Juvenile Hall or Blanken isn’t the way to do it,” Dad said. “At least this way, he can finish growing up in a good home and make something of himself. Once he’s had a little reprogramming that is. I want him to sleep for at least a week. We’ll give him a few more jolts while he’s unconscious, and have Kent keep a close eye on him.” Dad put some headphones on him, and I saw the tape player. One of those new “auto reverse” ones that would play forever.

I took a step back, so I couldn’t see Scott.

They were brainwashing him! Making him think he was someone else, even!

Then I thought about all the times Scott made fun of me, or got me in trouble. Me, Fred, Denny, you name it. Scott always saved his own ass first. Hell, even Evan caught hell for his shit at home.

That sick feeling went away.

So what if Scott got sent off to somewhere? And wasn’t Dad going to find him a new home at 250-somewhere? Maybe he already had a guy to take him? Maybe he HAD sold him? I didn’t think there was much chance of him ending up in Abu Dhabi, though.

But why did I already know that? It was like I knew what to do with Scott, too. I knew what I wanted to do with him…

“Hey, Dad!” I said, loud, back by the barber chair, “You down here? Dad?”

“Benny?” Dad sort of squeaked. It sounded funny. “Just a moment, son!”

He came bustling out of the room.

I leaned around, and he grabbed me. “Dad, I was so busy! Everyone’s having a good time, but Henry’s like, passed out? I just totally forgot! Dad, you DID let Scott out of that plastic bag, right?”

Dad looked like I’d just punched him or something.

“Benny, what are you doing down here?”

“Looking for you! I missed you, Dad.” And it wasn’t a lie. “What should I do with Henry?”

Dad smiled at me. “Let him sleep, son. And Scottie’s just fine. He’s resting in there,” he pointed to the little side room. “Until we can figure out how to convince him not to tell on us!”

“I think we should airmail him to Spain or somewhere,” I shrugged. “He’s a little asshole, you know.”

Well?

What?

It was true!

Dad just stared at me like I had four arms or three noses or something.

“Benny, son? Why…? I can’t believe you just said that?”

“But Dad, he’s a dickhead! Even Fred and Denny said so!” And that wasn’t a lie either. I mean, we only hung out with Scott because we thought he was cool and he wasn’t afraid of anything. That, and he had a porn channel at his house.

Hell, none of that meant ‘jack’ to me now. I’d just come off having sex all evening with other guys, boys, eunuchs. What the hell did Scott have?

He panicked.

And he tried to ruin if all for me.

If he had his way, me and Canyon would both be in Blanken until we were 30!

“Son, what do you suggest we do with him?” Dad asked, putting his arm around me. “He is a bit of a problem, what?”

I thought about it.

“Well, we can’t kill him, so I guess we have to keep him,” I shrugged. “Maybe ask the guys if they know anyone who wants him, sir?”

“The ‘guys’?” Dad asked me. “As in?”

“You know: Joe, Dr. Kent, Bob? They gotta know somebody that’ll want him.” I paused. “I dunno WHO, though.”

He was still just looking at me. Then he kissed me.

“Benny, I think you’re a genius, son!”

“Dad?”

“Yes?”

“You’ll probably have to have Dr. Kent castrate him, too. He makes a big mess, and he loves to jack off.” I said it like I didn’t really care. And that wasn’t lying, either. I’d love to see Scott get his nuts cut! Shoot on me, would he?

Dad rolled his eyes and sighed. “Benny, we need to have a chat, son,” he told me.

“Well, we could just throw his ass in the river, sir?” I said.

Maybe that was a bit much?

“Son, he has to agree to it,” Dad told me. “You can’t just…dispose of him, or start doing surgery on him!” Dad looked shocked, but you know, I wasn’t the one trying to fry Scott’s brain. I know he didn’t agree to THAT.

Dad still looked surprised. “What if I told you that I was ordering the doctor to castrate YOU? How would YOU feel about that, if you had your balls cut off and didn’t want to?”

I looked around.

I don’t know why I said it, but the lights were on again in Scott’s little room.

Pretty lights.

I shrugged. “Who said I didn’t want to? If I was castrated, I wouldn’t make a mess when I get off, and I sure wouldn’t turn out like HIM!” I pointed. “Then I could be just like Canyon! ‘sides, everyone else is: Jeffie is, Henry is, Bobbie is…”

“Benjamin, you need to think about that,” he interrupted me. Serious again.

“But Canyon’s a eunuch, sir?” I asked. “Why can’t I? If I want to be?”

“We’ll talk about that later, son,” he told me, and we started for the stairs. “For now, let’s go host, shall we?”

“I think I’m about all hosted out, Dad,” I sighed. “I feel funny.”

“Tired?”

“Yes, sir.”

And I was.

“Have you been messing around?” Dad asked me.

“Yeah. I’m tired, Dad. Real tired. Henry had the right idea.”

But so did Dad.

We needed to have a talk.