(When I woke up, Canyon was already gone. I saw that it was 10 past 6. A bit off – but why didn’t the alarm wake ME up too? I wondered how Scott was going to take the news that he was staying, and that clothing wasn’t optional – it was forbidden? Scottie had no clue what HE was in for…)

“Where you been?” I asked Canyon when he came in the patio door.

“Father sent me over with the money for Bob, I put Scottie’s bike in the garage, and since you weren’t up, I let you have a bit more rest, sleepyhead!” He grinned at me. Then kissed me. “Bob was telling me that Scottie stopped by to chat with him before he made it over here,” Canyon added, and I didn’t know what the look on his face was all about. “Best wake him up!”

“Don’t you think…?” I was asking, but Canyon gave Scott a shake. He didn’t stir.

Canyon snapped his fingers in Scott’s ear twice. “Wake up, Scottie,” he repeated.

Scott woke up, stretched, and yawned. “Wow, I haven’t done that since I was little!” He said, looking around. “What’s with all the pictures?”

I looked around, and in addition to the pictures of Canyon all over the other two walls were all the school portraits of ME! I stared at them. Next to the newest picture of Canyon (shirtless, smiling) was one of me with my new haircut. THAT one I remembered.

“It’s just creepy how much you two look like each other, now that you got a haircut, Ben,” Scott pointed out.

“Yeah,” I had to agree. Now that I wasn’t so shaggy like Scott, I did look a LOT like Canyon. We looked like we were really brothers.

“So, uh, should we get dressed now?” Scott asked.

“Why?” Canyon asked. “Didn’t Ben tell you that my father and I are nudists?”

“Uhm, NO!” Scott looked really surprised. I liked it.

“Well, if you want, you can leave,” Canyon shrugged, “But Benny and I would like it if you stayed.” He then put a tape in the VCR.

It was a porno.

“Your dad let’s you WATCH this stuff?” Scott said.

“Yep,” I told him. “Mr. Poore’s very open about stuff.”

“Is he…gonna be here, naked, too?” Scott asked.

Canyon rolled his eyes. “When he’s done in his office, yes. Snacks?”

“Huh?”

“Food?” Canyon repeated. I went to the fridge. The usual snack tray was ready, but I didn’t think Scott would like any of the stuff on it. There were those no-bake peanut butter things, though. There was also some punch of some kind, no sugar, I figured, since Canyon (and me) wasn’t allowed it.

The porno had Scott’s attention, though. It was the straight part. To get right to it, he liked that. Canyon suggested he not touch himself, though – “wait and make it better.”

Scott really got into the lesbians, but he wasn’t too sure about watching two guys.

“That’s just…weird,” he said.

But he also stayed hard. In fact, I think he was harder and his heart was pounding. You could see his dick pulsing in time to his heartbeat.

“So what do you think, Scottie?” Mr. Poore then asked, when he showed up in the doorway. He wasn’t hard (yet), but he looked like, I dunno? A detective? Looking for clues…something?

Scott turned a million shades of red, and Mr. Poore laughed at him.

“Benny had the same problem at first,” he assured him. “You get used to it. By the way, you’re staying until Sunday night, did you know?”

I paused the tape.

“I don’t have to go to my Aunt’s place?” Scott asked. “Cool!”

“And you’re not bothered by this?” Mr. Poore asked him.

“Oh, no! Heck, you’re built like an athlete! Not like it’s my dad’s potbelly or something! Now that’ll bother you!” He laughed. We all did.

I figured the dirty-minded kid wouldn’t mind. After all, if it had to do with sex or something you shouldn’t do, Scott was all for it. I mean, ‘I’ wasn’t the one stalking Margaret with binoculars.

Mr. Poore sat down in his usual chair. He resumed the tape. I could tell Scott was somewhere between grossed out and fascinated.

“Have you ever seen 2 boys do this, Scottie?” He asked.

“It’s Scott, and no, I haven’t,” Scott replied.

I thought, ‘major error there,’ but kept quiet. Canyon winked at me.

“But you’re still watching?” Mr. Poore pressed him.

“Scottie’s been hard the whole time, sir,” Canyon spoke up.

Scott got red again. “You watchin’ me, or what?” He asked, putting his hands over his privates.

Hell, I was hard, too.

“What’s the point in sexual education, if you don’t look at ALL the proverbial books?” Mr. Poore asked.

“I don’t like this gay stuff,” Scott told him. “It’s gross!”

“Just because you’ve never seen it before, right?” Mr. Poore pressed him.

“Boys are supposed to do it with girls!” Scott declared, but he was still watching the smaller guy getting his butt fucked – but good. His dick was leaking, and he’d never even touched it.

“Is that why you’re about to cream yourself?” I had to ask Scott.

For once, I had the advantage. And I knew it. Mr. Poore nodded, just enough for me to see it.

“But that’s just…GAY!” Scott pointed at the TV.

“So why you so hard, about to drip on the rug, and still watching it?” I asked him.

The look on his face was just – great!

“I think he likes it,” Canyon added, grinning.

Scott was speechless. I was loving it.

“What? Do you LIKE this shit, Ben?” He asked me.

“I’m hard, ain’t I?” I told him. “And so are you?” I added. “Why?”

“What, are you tellin’ me YOU’RE gay?” Scott asked me.

“If I am, you are too,” I told him, “We’re both watching it, we’re both hard, and you know what a STOP button is, right?”

“You’ve never seen a boy get his arse fucked before?” Canyon asked.

“Have YOU?” Scott gasped at him.

Canyon shrugged. “Yes.” He waited a second. Scott looked like he was about to run, but knew he didn’t have clothes! “Right there on the TV,” Canyon added. He had me for a minute – I thought he’d actually…never mind…

Scott grinned. “That was a good one! You almost had me!”

Oh, I think I do have you, Scottie, I was thinking. Unless you wanna run home naked, that’s IF you can get out of the house or yard!

“Scottie,” Mr. Poore winked at me, “Benny tells me you’ve been jacking off together, and that you can shoot? Is that true?”

HOW DID HE KNOW THAT? I never told him we did that! Maybe he guessed?

Scott was red in the face again. “D-don’t all boys do it?” He said, good as admitting it.

“If they CAN,” Mr. Poore nodded. “It’s a natural thing. I allow Benny and Canyon to do it anytime they want. Of course, being a eunuch, it’s harder for Canyon.”

“A what?” Scott asked.

Mr. Poore nodded slightly at me.

“Since he doesn’t have balls anymore, it’s harder for him to get it up and get off,” I explained it.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Scott got even redder. “I didn’t realize…I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s all right, Scottie,” Mr. Poore told him, “Canyon didn’t take any offense, I’m sure.”

“No, sir!” Canyon spoke up.

“Are you like, in the army or something?” Scott laughed. “’sir’?”

“I respect MY father,” Canyon said, and he was all business again.

“Thank you, son,” Mr. Poore smiled at him, then he turned back to Scott. “Respect is a very good thing, Scottie,” he said in a low voice, “But back to the topic – you’re bothered by the fact that some males may need anal stimulation to be able to achieve what intact males take for granted?”

Scott was squirming. He didn’t have a clue what Mr. Poore had just said, and he had to think about.

“Can you repeat the question, please?” He asked, just like in school.

That little nod again.

“It bugs you that someone like Canyon needs to have something stuck up his butt to help him get off?” I explained it.

“Well, if you wanna talk dirty about it,” Mr. Poore rolled his eyes.

“Sorry, sir,” I added.

“See, Scottie, I CAN’T jack off like you can, even if I CAN get hard,” Canyon nodded. “I like to get off, I want to get off, but most times, I can’t. I have to have a lot of help, since I’m castrated.”

I could tell that this was really messing Scott up. He kept sneaking glances at the TV, and his brain (such as it was) was trying hard to put it all together.

“I…I guess it’s not fair, is it?” He finally said.

THIS, from SCOTT?

What HAD Canyon put in his drink? I had to laugh.

“Scott, did you know that Benny’s mother was giving him a drug to keep him starting puberty? That’s why he’s so far behind the rest of your little gang – you, Fred, Denny, and the rest of them?”

Now HOW did he know about my friends? I had to wonder. This was getting weird again, as if us sitting around naked watching porn wasn’t already…

“You’ve never even put a finger up your butt when you jack off?” Canyon asked Scott, and he turned so red I thought I’d have to throw cold water on him!

“D-Doctor Kent gave me an emena once, last summer, when I was constipated,” Scott admitted, and THAT got my attention at once! Or course I remembered it. Scott hadn’t pooped in four days, and his mother was going to take action! It was one of those rare times we could laugh at HIM.

“That’s ‘eNeMa,’ and he is an old-fashioned pediatrician, Scottie,” Mr. Poore put in, winking at me. “Then again, some kids aren’t lucky enough to have medical care.”

“I didn’t like it,” Scott growled. “He put a tube up my butt!”

Now why did that not surprise me? I guess a lot of boys in town saw Dr. Kent. I just wondered how many got ‘extra treatment’?

“He checked me out the other day,” I added, “And it felt pretty good. You know, the finger?” I winked at him.

Everyone knew the finger joke about prostate checks, even if we didn’t fully get it, like I did now! Denny’s dad had to have a prostate test, and we thought it was just gross! That was, until I had one. I was hard just thinking about it. Right then, I realized, I’d like to see Scott yelling if someone shoved a plug up HIS ass!

“Kids don’t get prostate checks, only old men do!” Scott ‘bout yelled.

I shrugged. “I liked it.”

I couldn’t believe I was saying that, but it was true. I figured that Canyon and his dad there were giving me the nerve to stand up to Scott, finally.

“Some intact boys can get off, just like THAT,” Mr. Poore then snapped his fingers, and I saw the battery light flashing on the smoke alarm again. It was blinking on and off, fast, and I thought, ‘Didn’t he fix that YET?’

“I…I dunno,” Scott fudged. “It’s weird.”

“Try it,” I said.

HUH? WHAT did I just say, out loud?! To Scott? That wasn’t like me at all – I was usually too scared he’d laugh at me.

Mr. Poore tossed a Kleenix at Scott. “Use that, before your cock leaks on my carpet, please?” He said.

Scott just about died! He was so keyed up he didn’t know what the hell to think!

“Oh, bother!” Canyon sighed, “Just watch the bloody tube, Scottie!” He then got some lotion on his hand, and I couldn’t believe it – he as going to jack Scott off!

“Wh-what’r you doin’?” Scott gasped. “I…I don’ wanna do no gay shit!”

“You’re a boy, I’m not, so it’s not gay,” Canyon told him.

Scott was looking at Canyon again, and he just nodded.

OK, I don’t know WHY Scott let him do it. I was so surprised, all I could do was stare. Canyon not only jacked him off, he also slid a finger up his butt. He did that first, really, and did it for a couple minutes before he even touched Scott’s dick. Scott kept trying to say no, but he didn’t move, either. Canyon just snapped his fingers in his face and told him it was gonna be the best cum he’d ever had.

I guess he believed him?

Judging from the look of it, the mess he made, and how he was yelling, I guess it was, then?

“That’s just absolutely disgusting,” Canyon declared, when Scott was done. He was crashed on the mat, panting and sweating. “Do all boys with big nasty balls like that make such a mess, Father?”

Mr. Poore nodded.

Canyon glared at me, then!

“I am so glad I’m a eunuch!” He snorted, as he went to wash his hands. “FOR THE LOVE OF…” he was yelling, “Someone isn’t very CLEAN!”

Mr. Poore was laughing so hard that he was coughing.

Scott was just out of it, staring at the ceiling with this stupid (or stupid-er) look on his face.

All in all, I could relate to it.

And it was worth every second, so see the look on Scott’s face!

We watched a movie when Scott was recovered. He didn’t talk about it, but I could tell he’d liked it. Of course, there was no WAY in hell he was going to tell Fred or Denny! I was laughing to myself at that, too. How would everyone take it if they knew Scott had had something up the butt?

Then again, how was HE was going to take it if he knew that I did, all the time?

It just didn’t make a whole of sense, OK? But it felt damn good.

But Scott was embarrassed, and he knew that I knew it, too. Probably too embarrassed to tell his folks too. I could see it: “That eunuch kid down the street raped me!” – Like THAT was gonna happen.

“Dude, I won’t tell if you don’t,” he whispered to me as we went to have dinner, “But that was just – mind blowing!”

“I know,” I reminded him, and it was great to finally have HIM where he usually had ME all the time.

“Have you guys been…you know…? Like, …all week?” He whispered to me.

“Yeah,” I said, “Why?”

“This is too weird,” he shook his head.

Then Mr. Poore poured him a glass of wine.

“For real?” Scott gasped.

“For real,” Mr. Poore said in that warning voice.

“This is illegal!” Scott said.

“I know,” Mr. Poore grinned at him, and I got a chill again.

Scott had 2 glasses. Me and Canyon knew better than to ask. By the time we had our fruit dessert, Scott had a buzz and was giggling!

We were cleaning up from dinner, and I was wondering what was going to happen with bedtime. Scott needed a bath, that much I could smell! We could all fit in the tub downstairs, no problem, but what about the enema thing? How was he gonna take that? I KNEW his folks hadn’t signed any papers. Still, he’d not run screaming after being jacked off by Canyon.

I asked Canyon about it while Mr. Poore was giving Scott a condensed ‘sex ed talk’. Scott was still redder than red, but he WAS sitting there listening. I loved it! He was so embarrassed!

“The prostate is extremely sensitive, Scottie,” Mr. Poore was telling him.

“Well, it didn’t bother YOU, now, did it?” Canyon asked me.

“YEAH, it did! I was freaked out!” I told him. “And if he tells, his folks’ll call the cops!” I thought about. “But I don’t think he will.”

“Joe can intercept any of that crap,” Canyon shrugged. “Remember? Benny,” he then got quiet and serious, “What you don’t understand is that Father is very well connected. He has friends everywhere. We never would have moved here if his connections couldn’t have made more connections for us, you know.”

“Connections for WHAT?” I had to ask.

Canyon shrugged. “This,” he looked around. “You worry too much, Benny. Before Monday morning, Scottie will be begging to stay here.”

“But?”

“Benny, don’t ask too many questions, please?” Canyon asked me, and he was so sincere.

THAT made me shiver again. I’d been scared, too, even had a plan with Scott to call the cops, but this wasn’t like with me! His parents wouldn’t have agreed to any of what…what they’d done to me! I mean, Scott could always go home, but if he told…?

What if he TOLD?

I was beginning to wonder, too.

I hadn’t thought about the whole thing that had got me into this mess – Ronnie T. King. I was too busy. I had some ideas, yeah, but I still didn’t have any proof. And more and more, I was beginning to think I was crazy. After all, it was just an anagram, they called it.

Would a kidnapper do everything for me that Mr. Poore had? Even tell me I could leave? Hell, he was even taking care of my house until Mom got back. Besides, everyone knew I was there, and he wanted to marry my Mom back when! Scott had told everyone I was staying there too.

Then again, Mr. Poore was taking care of me.

Better care than Mom took of me, too.

And he loved me.

And he showed it.

But I had to ask myself this: Even a week ago, would you have let someone see you naked, let a boy with no balls kiss you, even jack you off, give you an enema, and put a plug up your butt – much less strap you into bed, helpless, at night? Would you have let a new neighbor act like…your own dad? Or more than a dad?

But…I wanted to stay there?

Every time I thought about going home, it made me sad.

I was thinking about calling Mom for the first time ever, despite the fact that she was giving me some kind of anti-puberty drug, when Mr. Poore said, “Bath time!”

‘Oh, shit!’ I thought.

“So who goes first?” Scott asked.

“We can all fit the tub at once,” Canyon told him.

“I ain’t took a bath with my little brother since I was like 7!” Scott said.

I shrugged. “Me and Canyon take a bath together all the time. Cuts the water bill.”

Did I just say that?

So we went downstairs.

Scott was blown away by the bathroom. I guess being into hardware and all?

“What’s the hoses for- oh shit!” He changed course fast, when he recognized the white hoses. “NO! No way am I getting an enema!” He said, hands out, “I’ll just go home, OK?”

One problem was that he was loaded on strong white wine!

The other was:

“There’s no one home, Scottie,” Mr. Poore said, “And I was verbally authorized to care for you until tomorrow night. I told your parents I would treat you no differently than I do Canyon, so you have to stay here.”

“Like hell!” Scott protested.

“You’re gonna run home naked?” I asked him. “Scott, you’ll feel so much better in the morning, trust me. It feels good.”

Well, it did.

Mr. Poore snapped his fingers. “Scottie, on the bench, NOW!” He ordered him.

“But…but…” Scott cried…

OK, to make it quick – he cried, he argued, he tried to bolt. He even yelled. In short, he made a lot of errors.

Big errors.

And in the end, he wound up manhandled and strapped to the bench with a nozzle in his butt.

“Please, NO!” Scott was yelling.

“Benny, would you like to do this?” Mr. Poore asked me.

I didn’t know what to say.

“Sir?”

“I’LL CALL THE COPS!” Scott was screaming – but he was hard as a rock, too. That scared me, though.

“Didn’t he always make fun of you, Benny?” Mr. Poore asked me, kissing my cheek and putting his hand on my butt. “Make fun of you, because you couldn’t shoot cum yet, or stay hard? Because your dick is so little?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Do you want to get even?” Mr. Poore asked. “Even if it hurts him?”

I thought about it.

“I can’t believe he’s your friend,” Canyon shook his head. “He doesn’t even have any respect for anyone.”

Scott was going wild trying to get loose, but the straps held him.

“How many times he hurt you, just screwin’ around, or play fighting?” Canyon asked me. “This it was all accidents?”

‘No,’ I realized. Scott was bigger, and always took advantage of it.

I grabbed the little bottle and connected it to the nozzle and squeezed. Then I plugged the hose in and turned the water on.

It didn’t take long for Scott to start blowing up like a water balloon.

“AAIIGGHH!” He was screaming, “It hurts! Turn it off! Please, I’ll do anything!”

“Anything?” Mr. Poore asked.

“ANYTHING!”

“Shut it off at 1.0, Benny,” Mr. Poore told me, “Then you and Canyon go and get yours. Try to get up to 1.6, won’t you?”

We did that.

Scott was sweating, but he wasn’t struggling anymore. Mr. Poore rubbed his tummy, trying to get the water up in him further. “Your parents were told that you’d be treated the same as the boys here,” Mr. Poore told him, “And they gave verbal consent. I have a recording.”

Scott gave up.

OK, so in the end, it was gross. Scott needed it bad, and he got 4 sessions before he was let loose for a bath. When he was, he was so out of it that we had to bath him. Mr. Poore carried him up to the bedroom. I guess the wine had hit bottom?

But there were only 2 beds.

“Where’s he gonna sleep, sir?” I asked.

“In Canyon’s bed,” Mr. Poore said, “Canyon can sleep in Daddy’s bed tonight.”

Canyon’s eyes brightened, and I’d never heard him call himself “Daddy” before.

Scott was groaning, and he collapsed on Canyon’s bed.

“I have to peeeeee,” he moaned.

Mr. Poore wasn’t done, though. He was angry.

“We bring a boy into our home with parental consent, feed him, risk everything, and what do we get? Disrespect, and threats,” he told me. “Benjamin,” he said, and I knew he meant business then. “Put a diaper on Scottie, and strap him in. Get him ready for bed, I don’t want any accidents.”

“D-diaper?” Scott moaned, and his eyes were crossed.

“Yes…sir…” I said slowly, and I’ll tell you, I liked putting him in diaper. He’d humiliated me enough, Scott had, I’d been humiliated with a diaper, and now it was his turn. Think he’d tell, did he? I’d have Canyon kick the shit out of him first!

“B-Ben, whut…whu’s goin’ on?” Scott slurred, as I strapped him in. I put the blindfold on him.

“You’re fuckin’ drunk,” I told him. “Go to sleep!”

“He…he got me drunk!” Scott whined. “He gave me booze! I’ll tell!”

“No one made you drink it, lightweight,” Canyon said, grinning.

“No blindfold for him, Benny,” Mr. Poore said, then he put me to bed. He kissed me, told me was SO proud of me, that I couldn’t have done better, and that I was in for a huge reward. He touched me, down there, and I got hard. He rubbed me a little, but left me hard and frustrated when he blindfolded me. “So proud you’re not afraid of the dark anymore, son,” He kissed me again, hard, with his tongue. Then he put the headphones on, and that was that.

Darkness and music for 10 hours.

(Of course, there was no way I could have known that Canyon turned the red overhead light on, and that Scott wasn’t blindfolded. I’m sure he howled his voice raw until he passed out, but I never heard him.)

Scott was still sleeping when I was woke up Sunday morning, in the usual way. Mr. Poore was the same as every morning, but he was LOT more serious after Canyon and me had cleaned up. Canyon was really perky, too. All he would tell me was that he hadn’t slept “in Father’s bed” in a while, and that he wished he could do it every night. What was that? I noticed that he had a silly grin on his face, and that he was walking – like he was when I’d first seen him when he’d moved in? He didn’t put his feet flat on the floor, and there was a spring to his step. He was really happy, though, and that made me smile.

“Benjamin, we have a problem,” Mr. Poore told me, when we went in to get Scott up. “You adapted rather quickly, and to be frank, I was surprised. Scottie, however, may not be so tractable. They’re expecting him home tonight, after dinner, and I am not sure he can be trusted. What do you think?”

“He’s a weasel, sir,” I nodded. “But I don’t think he’ll tell. It would be too embarrassing for him!”

Mr. Poore shook his head. “I don’t want to take that chance. I may have to violate my own rule, Benny,” he rubbed my back. “Then again, we’ve had to deviate some, since you showed up, haven’t we?”

I froze.

“No, no,” he laughed, “It’s quite all right! That’s called ‘compromise’ – you had needs, I supplied them.” Then he got serious again. “Tell me, do you REALLY like Scottie?”

“I…I…well, he’s my friend, but,” I kinda hesitated.

My friend? The mooch who always put me down? Made fun of me? HUNG ME OUT TO DRY OVER THAT FUCKING WINDOW?!

(OK, I know, let it go…but I couldn’t.)

“Benny, listen to me. If Scott tells his parents, and they believe him, Joe may not be able to clean up this mess. We can’t take that chance. Scottie’s pretty pigheaded, you know, and I’m not sure we can convince him that there’s really nothing wrong here.”

But was there? I couldn’t help but still think that there was. It was just nagging at me, the … weirdness … of it all, even though I was pretty happy. I remembered how freaked out Scott’s mom had been over us being 5 minutes late getting back from the The Shack, and she’d called the cops. If Scott told her this story…oh hell!

Would she even believe him, though?

I mean, Scott didn’t have the best track record in that department. Like when he’d convinced that old Mr. Smith was growing weed in his garden – and it was lemon verbenas!

“Let’s see by the end of today, sir,” I nodded. “If not, then…then, we can punish him.”

“We?” Mr. Poore smiled. “Do I have a mouse in my pocket, boy?”

“Sir!” I said, and it fell to me to get Scott up.

“THE HELL?” He yelled, when I smacked his butt and woke him up. “OH, God, my head!” He squirmed. “MY BUTT!” He yelled. “You … dammit! Take it out! Take it outta me!”

I looked, and saw the little ring. Scott had been put to bed plugged. That, and his diaper was wet. I pulled it off and tossed it to Mr. Poore, who trashed it.

I yanked the headphones off and thought of something. He had a morning hard-on, and I touched it.

“No! Don’t! Not that gay shit! I don’t wanna…ah, damn!” He groaned, “Canyon? Ben?” He gasped, “SHIT! This is child molesting!”

I got him off, fast.

“Not if a child did it,” Canyon laughed.

“Just wait ‘til I tell Denny and Fred that you passed out, so drunk, you pissed in your diaper, and liked it when we jacked you off!” I threatened him. “You got a plug up your butt, too, and it looks like you like it, too!” I teased him.

“Ben, I’ll….I’ll kick your…” he started, but I smacked his butt again. Helpless, he couldn’t move or see me.

“I got a picture of it,” I lied, “You, in a diaper. Besides, Canyon could break you in half!”

“You son of a bitch!”

“Yep,” I agreed, and well…maybe I was? I wasn’t too happy with Mom right then either.

“I’m gonna tell what kinda…what kinda…what the hell is goin’ on here?” He demanded. “You can’t DO this shit!”

“I think I just jacked you off, and you liked it,” I reminded him. “That, and you got drunk last night.” I was thinking fast. “When Mr. Poore finds out you sneaked his wine, he’ll tell your mom. I bet she’ll be pissed! You’ll be grounded all summer! Dr. Kent can find alcohol in your blood, you know!”

Which reminded me, had he called? Mr. Poore hadn’t told me.

“I…I…oh my head!” He whined. “How come I can’t move?”

I unstrapped him. “To prevent bedspins or wandering off, when you’re drunk, you know? What if you fell down the stairs? Good thing you had a diaper, asshole, you soaked it!”

“My butt feels funny!” Scott whined.

“You had an enema, for the 2nd time in your life,” I told him. “Want me to tell Fred?”

“NO!”

“Then come and clean up, have some breakfast with us. It’ll help. We have to work out at 9, you know, unless you’re too big of a pussy!”

It was working.

“If you can do it, I fucking can!” Scott told me, and I took the blindfold off. He winced at the light. He had a hangover.

“You’re in over your head, Scottie-boy,” I told him. “I can’t figure this all out if you blow it, asshole!” I told him. “And I like it here! Don’t mess it up for me, or it’ll be bad! Do you get me?”

There – I’d said it out loud.

And it was true.

Scott nodded. He was almost panicked.

But then again, was I in over my head? I didn’t think about. I was having fun. I liked where Scott was. For a change, and I liked where I was.

In control of HIM for once.

“You have no idea how bad, Scottie,” Mr. Poore told him, and Scott just froze. After all, Mr. Poore could be scary if he had to. He put his arm around me. “Canyon’s gone getting breakfast ready, so you two come down and eat. Oh and Scottie?”

“Yeah?”

Another error. He just wasn’t learning.

“I wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to Benny before his mom gets back, now, would you? Or even to Evan?”

“Eh-Evan?” Scott gasped.

“Your little brother?” Mr. Poore told him, “Staying with Auntie? I called her last night, you see. I’d hate to see anything happen to him.” But if he had called, we didn’t see it. He’d been with us.

Scott was pale.

“C’mon,” I told him, “It’s time to eat and work out.”

Scott went on to the bathroom. On the way down, I looked at Mr. Poore. Would he really hurt me, if he had to? Or Evan? I didn’t think so, as he kissed my neck under my ear. He had to be just making a threat. “Sir, did you really call about Evan?” I had to ask.

“Benny, I don’t even know his Aunt’s name!” He laughed. “If Canyon hadn’t told me he was … wherever he was…I wouldn’t even know Scottie had a brother!”

We got a good laugh out of that.

But didn’t he know everything else? I wondered, still…

Canyon had everything ready but the eggs, in the microwave, and after we ate, it was workout time. I was still weighted down, but I was ready.

Scott wasn’t.

He was sniffling like a baby 10 minutes in.

He tried to quit, and found himself strapped onto the weight bench! Face down. And he got his ass smacked with the school pointer stick if he slacked off! I was getting sore again, but not so bad. I kept going. When 10 rolled around, it was all Scott could do to stay awake in class. It was clear he didn’t like sitting anymore, either.

We had a lecture on sexuality. Scott’s jaw just hung open most of the time.

The slides on various positions and the idea of oral sex (gay or straight) just messed him up more. It kinda blew my mind, too. Wonder what it felt like to get a blowjob?

Lunch, and then it was the short workout. This was mowing the lawn. With a manual mower. I think the boots nearly killed Scott while we raked and trimmed. He collapsed at 1, and I don’t think he learned any Spanish, either! He also didn’t get oiled, and I was thinking, ‘sunburn’!

He tried slacking off in the pool, but that didn’t work. Mr. Poore joined us and made him swim and dive. My legs were getting rubbery again, but not so bad. The weights were helping my resistance, and so were the pain pills. And I could see I was starting to tone up already. No way was I giving this up! It sure beat screwing off all summer, I thought. I was gonna be ripped like Canyon when school started again. Then we’d see who was on the bottom of the picking list!

After our shakes at 4, I got a surprise.

Scott was really suffering when he staggered in and drank his. He had no idea what to think, I could tell.

We had 3 mats to nap on now, but when we went in, the light on the smoke alarm started blinking really fast. I mean, fast. I was staring into it when Canyon pulled me back. “Don’t look at it, Benny,” he told me. “Not this time.”

“Why?”

“You don’t need it,” Canyon told me. “HE does!”

Scott was just sitting there, staring into the strobe light. I knew then that it wasn’t a smoke alarm. He was being hypnotized! I got another chill. Did they ever do that to me?

Canyon seemed to know it, too. “Yes, at first, Benny. I was so scared you’d flip and not come back, or tell! But I wanted a friend so bad!” He was almost in tears, too. Of course I forgave him at once.

“It’s not like you made me believe I was a chicken or something!” I laughed, as Mr. Poore kept telling a nodding Scott that it was OK, everything was fine, and that he needed our help. He’d feel better when he woke up, and that he should try new things, keep his mind open, like me.

I started to wonder just how much of that they’d told me? How much of what I was thinking was really ME, or what THEY told me to think? But right then and there, I was rock hard and liking it that it was Scott all messed up.

“Scottie, you go to sleep now, and when you wake up, you can have a nice wank, OK?” Mr. Poore told him. “We don’t punish boys for having a good time here, unlike some parents.”

“Thank you,” Scott nodded, drooling, and he fell over and went to sleep.

We did too, but because we were tired.

When we woke up, all at once, Scott sat there blinking like he was lost.

“Man, I hurt all over,” He groaned and squirmed. “Can I get up now?”

“Well, yeah, it’s 2 hour free time,” Canyon told him. “What do you wanna do?”

“Can we…” he whispered it, “Can we watch porn?”

“Gay or not?” I asked him.

“I dunno,” Scott said, “I…I’m not gay, but…?”

“You get hard watching it? It’s a statistical fact that a lot of males do,” Canyon told him. Good grief, was there anything he DIDN’T know? I felt so dumb. But it made ME feel better, too.

Canyon put a video in. “How do you feel about watching boys do eunuchs?” He asked.

“What?”

“Boys like me?” Canyon repeated, pointing at his crotch.

“Oh, I …I dunno?” Scott asked. “I guess it’s fair, though? Since you can’t…?”

“Fuck?”

“Right!”

“Scottie, you just need to learn that not everyone has it so good as you,” Canyon told him, and I could feel him laying it on thick. It was like, ‘put your boots on, it’s getting deep in here’! “I bet with 4 inches, you could just about fuck someone.”

“Margaret said hell no,” Scott sighed.

“Did you really feel her tits?” I asked.

“No,” Scott admitted it. I didn’t think so, either…

The video started up, and I was surprised, too. I recognized Kim from the mall! But he was younger, maybe? About our age? He was sure taller than us, I remembered. He was naked, of course, and he was also castrated. He looked a lot like Canyon. It was a good filming job, too. Not jerky or blurry.

There was an older boy talking to him, and Kim looked kinda sad. The older boy, who was intact, asked him what was the matter. Kim said, “I wanna get off, but I can’t get hard anymore,” he said. “Not since I was castrated.”

That even got Canyon hard!

Then the older boy and him started making out! Kim gave him a blowjob, but stopped before the other boy got off. Then he gave Kim one, but that didn’t get him hard either. It wasn’t long before Kim was taking the other boy’s dick up his butt, and he was looking like he just loved it.

OK, so it wasn’t Oscar material…

Scott was just stunned. Hard, but stunned. You could have sneezed and he’d have fell over.

“That’s just…not right,” he finally said.

“But what about Kim?” Canyon asked him, “It isn’t fair, remember? So he has to do it like that. And he likes it.”

Scott’s dick was drooling by then, and Canyon gave him some lotion. I looked and saw that he had a little sunburn, too.

“It’ll be different, if you get off with that plug in you,” I told him, and I put some burn gel on his back. He sighed, relieved. It must have been hurting.

“I know, I don’t like this thing,” Scott whined, but he kept watching the video. I mean, he didn’t HAVE to, did he?

It didn’t take him long, though, and well…it was a mess. Mr. Poore looked in from cooking dinner and laughed. Then he made Scott clean it up with a wet rag.

“Benny, do you want to try something new, for you?” Canyon asked me.

“OK?” I wondered what it was.

Canyon then pulled a small dildo out of the pouch on the armchair. It wasn’t that big, but maybe a bit bigger than Scott’s dick. I just looked at it.

“Don’t touch yourself. I want to see if you can get off just by getting fucked with this,” Canyon told me, “Like I can.”

“I…uh, OK?” I said. I mean, if the plug was OK, that would be better, right? And Canyon used one? When? It didn’t surprise, me, not really, too much.

“Scottie, you can come and help me make dinner?” Mr. Poore offered, winking at me.

I couldn’t believe it when Scott agreed!

“I…I just don’t wanna watch you, OK, Ben?” He said. It sounded like he was afraid of me? The hell?! I liked that, OK? He was scared!

“Remember, Scottie,” Mr. Poore was telling him, “Benny doesn’t have the advantages that you do. It’s not fair to him. Isn’t he entitled to feel good, too?”

“Yes, sir, he is,” Scott answered him, and he finally said ‘sir’.

Canyon shook his head as he lubed me up, after sliding my plug out. It was clean, too. “He’s not a quick study, is he?”

“No.”

Canyon got the thing into me slow, and when he did, it was like the Dr. feeling me in there – only better! He moved it in and out slow, then faster. That’s all he did. Never touched my hard little dick. In fact, it got half soft and I got off in about ten minutes. Up until that, it was just like – each time he moved it, I thought I would, but didn’t. It was like, ‘next time, next time, next time…’

Until…

“OHHHH!” I yelled. I think I yelled. It was all kinda blurry.

“Excellent,” Canyon told me. “My turn,” he then said.

So, yeah, I returned the favor.

He got off, but it took a hell of a lot longer and my arm was tired.

It got kinda stupid after that, him telling how glad he was that I was there, how much he loved me, and hugging me, and finally crying! I didn’t know what to do.

“Benny, promise me you won’t leave,” He was whispering in my ear.

“Canyon, I live next door?”

“I know,” he sighed, but by then, dinner was ready.

We’d been too busy to notice it, but when we sat down to eat, me and Canyon just froze:

Scott had got a haircut!

“Y-you like it?” He asked, sounding kinda like a little kid and fidgeting in his chair. Mr. Poore was rubbing at his elbow, too.

Scott’s eyes were red, too.

He’d been crying.

The phone rang around 845. Scott’s folks were back.

Mr. Poore was all business. He unplugged Scott, gave him a little bottle of the burn gel, and got his clothes and shoes back. He then gave him a VCR tape. “That’s for you, Scottie,” he told him. “It’s SLP, 6 hours of straight porn and lesbians. You didn’t get it here, got me?”

Scott nodded and then looked at his watch. It was a cheap wind-up one, but Mr. Poore had put a new band on it for him, since his was about to break.

“Now, you have a choice, my boy. You can go home and tell, I’ll probably go to jail, and the boys will go into care somewhere. But I won’t be gone for life, and I have a very long memory. So does Canyon.” I glared at Scott and mouthed the word “Ronnie.” Mr. Poore wasn’t done though.
“You’ve experienced something new, Scottie, and I’d hope you appreciate it. Then again, your parents may not believe you. I also don’t want to see my good friend, Bob, suffer a loss of income. And it would be shame if my friend, Joe, the cop? Yes, it would be bad if he were to find out about the deals that Bob has been giving your father on, shall we say, ‘missing’ hardware?”

Scott gulped.

I could tell that he knew. There was no way his dad could have paid for all the new crap he had in that garage. I wondered, too, but now I knew. Bob!

God, Mr. Poore was slick!

“And Benny has to stay here for another week, as well, recall,” He went on. “He’s very happy here, Scottie, and his mother told me he’s been very depressed lately. Did you know she was thinking of putting him in The Blanken Center?”

Scott’s jaw dropped.

The Blanken Center was where they sent kids that like, tried to kill themselves, hurt other kids, or were just a huge pain in the ass.

Shit, DID she say that?

Or was Mr. Poore just laying it on?

“I…I won’t tell ANYONE, sir!” Scott said, looking at the tape in his hot little hand. He rubbed at his head and nape. “My mom’s gonna love you, though,” he admitted.

That was it, hit ‘em where they live. I figured he’d watch it tonight. And I could only imagine what his mom would say about his hair! She’d probably bring Mr. Poore a cake, or something for it!

“Off with you then, and feel free to come over and work out at 9, or swim at 2? It won’t be summer forever, you know?”

Scott just nodded and went into the garage for his bike.

“HOLY HELL!” He yelled.

“I think he just saw the car,” Canyon nodded.

“Would you like to go for a ride sometime?” Mr. Poore called after him. “We may take in a movie this week – that awful new thing about some lunatic in a mask with a chainsaw?”

“Yes, sir!” Scott called back.

And then he was gone.

The garage door went down.

“Bathtime, boys,” Mr. Poore smiled at us.

“Sir!” We both said, and off we went.