"Yes," the boy replied as he wiped the cold sweat from his brow, "It was bad."

The man rolled over on his back and opened his arms for the beautiful boy. "Let me hold you sweetheart," he said. The boy lowered himself into the man's strong but gentile embrace. Being cuddled made the boy fell safe and protected. The man ran his fingers through the boy's long blond hair and then his kissed the boy on the lips. The boy kissed him back.

"Thank you Matt," the boy said. The man chuckled softly and replied. "You are very welcome sweet boy but I'm Chuck not Matt. You had Matt last weekend."

"Sorry!" the boy said, flushed with embarrassment he blushed in the darkness.

"Don't be sorry baby," Chuck replied. "I know you have other friends and it doesn't upset me. All I want is to love you and make you happy."

"Would you love me even if my dad wasn't who he his and even if you didn't work for him?" The boy asked.

"What a question sweetheart. I'd love you no matter who your dad is. Now tell me about this nightmare you had."

"I don't want to talk about it." the boy said still shaken by the terror.

"You know what my worst nightmare was when I was your age?" the man asked. "I used to dream that I went to school naked. Now that was bad!"

"Chuck, you were so lucky," the boy said. "At least you got to go to school. I don't. I have school come to me."

"Baby, they say that the grass is always greenest on the other side of the fence and I guess it's true. Most boys would give anything to have the life you have. You have your own zoo, your own amusement park and your own water park. And when you father is too busy to spend time with you he finds other men to sleep with you and keep you safe. What more could you want?"

"I don't know," the boy replied. "I guess maybe I'd like to live like other kids my age and have, well you know, have limits."

The man laughed softly and whispered into the boy's ear, "Trust me kid, you don't want limits. That gets old real fast." He then started to nibble at the boy's ear. The boy giggled with delight. This was all the encouragement man needed. He stripped the pajamas from the delighted boy. "What are you going to do to me?" the boy shrieked with the thrill and delight of knowing he was about to be taken.

"What do you think?" the man asked rhetorically. "I'm going to set some limits for you my little angel. When I'm done with your cute little rear end you are not going to sit right for a week!

They made love until the sun came up. With the bedroom filled with light they ordered breakfast in bed, cherry crapes topped with whipped cream. Over hot chocolate the man said, "Tell me about the nightmare you had last night."

"There isn't that much to say about it," the boy replied. "I dreamed that I was being turned into a castrato."

"So you know about the castrato?" the man said, "They were the superstar singers of the past. Who told you about them?"

"Give me a brake!" the boy said. "I think I know a thing or two about singing. In fact I asked my dad if I could join him on stage during is next concert tour. I didn't just ask, I begged."

"I've heard you sing and I've seen you dance," the man said. "You are every bit as good as your father. In fact I think you'd upstage him. You'd take the world by storm little friend. Is he going to let you perform with him?"

"I don't know," the boy replied regretfully. "I don't think so. My dad likes to keep me for himself and for his friends." Then the boy added, "Chuck, there is something I didn't tell you about that nightmare I had last night, the one where I was being-well you know what-castrated."

"Tell me."

"But if I told you you might think that I'm some sort of freak and laugh at me."

"You know that I'd never do that," the man said.

"Well this is really difficult to say but I have to tell someone, I just have to. In the dream I was scared, really scared."

"That dream would scare most boys," the man said.

"I guess," the boy replied. "But in addition to being scared I sort of enjoyed it. The thought of castration gives me thrills. What do you think? Am I crazy?"

"No, not crazy," the man said. "Now let's get you bathed and dressed. The limo will be here soon to take you to your father."

After the boy had been made ready he kissed the man and said, "Thank you for taking such good care of me last night Chuck. If not for you I would have been very lonely. My father wanted me out of the way last night so that he could give all his attention to another boy. That's not easy."

"I'll be happy to do it any time," the man said.

As the boy started to walk to the limo the man said, "Wait, aren't you forgetting something?" He then handed the boy a brightly colored feathered Mardi Gras mask. "Your dad would not want you seen in public without this."

"Thanks," Michael Joseph Jackson, Jr. a.k.a Prince Michael the First said as he slipped on his mask and boarded the limo that would take him home to Neverland Ranch.

(To be continued)