(OK, by now, you’re thinking I really got a thrashing, since I hadn’t called Scott and he’d called the cops, right? Since Joe the mall cop showed up for dinner, right? Wrong! Scott didn’t take me seriously, as usual. The dickhead. I don’t know why I ever hung out with him. All he ever did was run me down, or mooch, when he had it better than I did. Asshole had a little brother I never had, ignored him, and they had a pool. Scott had his own TV…OK, enough of that. Oh, and the dilrod hung me out to dry over that broken window, remember? OK, OK…anyway, I could have been halfway to Arabia or somewhere in a box, and he wouldn’t have known until my face was on a milk carton! You’ll see what happened, and why I DIDN’T get thrashed for what I thought that I knew that Joe knew and now Mr. Poore knew. Follow me?)

Waking up in a house where ‘a dad’ was home was nice. Having another boy there, Canyon, was better. I was used to waking up by myself, scavenging breakfast –when I ate it – alone. Now I was waking up, even with a painful slap to my bare butt, and then being tickled, hugged, kissed, and told how much I was loved by the both of them.

I was so scared Thursday morning that I held onto Mr. Poore and cried.

I knew that he knew. I had slipped up in front of Joe.

Joe the mall cop.

Guess who’s coming to dinner?

To fuckin’ late…

And I had to go and mention Scott. The fucker wasn’t even there, and he’d got my ass in deep shittin’ trouble! I was gonna get thrashed, but good. I could see and feel the welts already. That’s why I broke down.

I had a plan in place to get Mr. Poore arrested, and was probably going to happen that very day.

Me, I’d go back home. Mr. Poore would go to jail. But what about Canyon? What would happen to him? What if he was sent off? What if I never saw him again? What if they people who got him were mean to him?

WHAT had I done?

“Benny, boy, whatever is WRONG with you this morning?” Mr. Poore asked, and he sounded worried. But was he? I couldn’t tell. “Are you hurting? Should I call the doctor? He’ll be here today, later, you know?”

Holy shit…it was Thursday already!

Canyon was still asleep, and it was past 8. That only made it worse – I was messing up the schedule. I curled up in a ball and grabbed my shins, rocking and whining while Mr. Poore let his own son loose. Canyon saw me and flipped.

“Call the doctor, Father!” He was ordering him, and that got me out of it for a minute. Canyon telling HIM what to do? “Something’s wrong! He’s pale! He might be bleeding inside. You guys didn’t fu-…” Canyon stopped. “No, it’s not that,” he diagnosed me at once. What was he, an MD in training, too? Then he was giving his dad a glare. “WHAT did you DO to him?”

Mr. Poore really looked shocked.

But instead of getting serious or mad, he just talked back.

“Son, we didn’t do ANYTHING to him, nothing that we haven’t done already! He hasn’t deviated from the routine. He’s still got the same plug, he’s not complained, or anything. What did YOU do to him when YOU put him to bed?” Mr. Poore turned on him.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Father,” He snapped at him, “Benny’s afraid of the dark, so I left the red light on. I played him my Azia record, not that awful crap you listen to!” Canyon said back. I thought, ‘man, his ass is gone! He’ll have to get a new one when Mr. Poore’s done with it!’

“Logically, then,” Mr. Poore said, and he was calm, “There IS something wrong, but neither you nor I caused it. Very good, Canyon, defending him like that. You deserve a reward!”

“Later,” Canyon shook his head, looking at me. He came and hugged me, and kissed me. “Benny, what IS it? Tell me, please?”

“I…I did a bad thing,” I said, rocking and shaking my head. “I…I had to call Scott…I didn’t call Scott. We’re in so much trouble!” I was near nuts again, I was so scared. “The cops are gonna come, and they’ll arrest him, and take you away!” I told Canyon. “I…I was s-scared to come, so I told Scott…”

Then Mr. Poore laughed.

He laughed at me!

Canyon just sighed and rolled his eyes.

“Dammit, Father!” He swore, and it was the first time I’d seen THAT! “Tha’s jus’ goin’ too bloody far!” His British accent came back with a passion.

Mr. Poore got a hold of himself. Then he got a hold of us, one in each arm.

“Oh, boys! It’s just too good! It’s too perfect! Benny thought we were going to kidnap him, or something, and he told Scott that he had to check in! He told Scott to call the cops, if Benny didn’t call HIM, and then Joe showed up for dinner!”

Canyon’s face was just…froze in shock.

“Not funny, Father,” he shook his head.

“No, Canyon, don’t,” I said, “Don’t argue. He didn’t…”

But Canyon held up his hand at me and just stared at his dad.

“But Joe said,” I tried to say, then Mr. Poore stopped me.

“Joe didn’t say shit,” he told me, “You asked about Scott. Then Joe said they had a call. They get LOTS of calls, Benny! Scott’s mom called that day you were 5 minutes late getting back from The Shack! Scott didn’t call the cops! You just THOUGHT he did, because we invited Joe over and he HAPPENS to BE a cop!”

I felt so stupid.

The relief was so big it hurt. I couldn’t breathe. Shit, they DIDN’T know!

But they did.

I realized he just said they did.

He KNEW I had told Scott I’d call him. Just like he knew about The Shack. Just like he knew everything else!

I WAS in trouble.

I’d just been tricked into confessing.

“Sir, I made a BIG mistake,” I sighed, trying so hard not to cry again. I couldn’t do it.

“Actually, no, you didn’t, Benny,” Mr. Poore explained.

Huh?

“That boy from Leavitstown disappearing in April has people on edge. Of course, with his drug dealing parents, any number of drug lords could have snatched him for payment or revenge. Parents are worried, some are even staying home from work now. You only knew us for a few days, and suddenly we were going to take you in for 2 weeks? You didn’t know US, Benny! To you, WE were strangers! YOU had a fallback plan to insure your own safety, and that was brilliant!”

“B-but Mom?” I asked.

“’Mom’,” Mr. Poore snorted, “What kind of mom raises a boy like she does?”

Well, he had a point, you know? Still, she was my mom, though. I mean, my MOM?

“D-did she know you somewhere before?” I reasoned.

“Very good, Benny,” Mr. Poore patted my back. “Of course, given how silly and self-centered she is, always was, it wouldn’t have surprised me if she’d dumped you on total strangers for 2 weeks.”

I didn’t dare mention the AC and Aunt Mabel and her acid-rat-dog. That would be taking it too far.

“You knew Mom?”

Canyon was just sitting there, taking it all in and squeezing my hand hard. He looked blown away.

“We went to University together, when she was in England,” Mr. Poore said.

“She never told me that, only just she went to college and had to lay out her senior year because she got sick. But she graduated.”

“Yes, and has a very good career because of it,” Mr. Poore agreed. “Education is power, my boys,” he told us. “And I have a yearbook to prove it, if you’d like to see it?” He added.

“C-can I see it sometime, sir?” I asked. After all, I’d never even a prom picture of mom, or anything like that. Or my dad.

“You mostly certainly may,” Mr. Poore told me. “Later today, even? Education,” he reminded me.

“Then Canyon’s gonna go far,” I nodded. “Me, I’ll be a garbage man.”

“Oh, I don’t think so,” Canyon said, and he was sly. What did he mean?

“I should call Scott, though,” I said, “I said I would.”

“Benny, you did? Right at nap time, don’t you remember?” Canyon asked me.

I didn’t.

I never called Scott.

Hell, I’d never seen a phone in that house!

“We’ll prove it,” Mr. Poore said, “I record all calls. Canyon was there. You were just very tired and traumatized from being spanked, is all. You’ll see. Now, I hate to tell you, but the doctor will take blood, so you can’t eat. He’ll be here near 9, friend of mine. They don’t make house calls, you know, but Dr. Kent is a VERY good friend of mine.”

“Does he have a boy?” I asked without thinking.

“Why, yes, how observant of you!” Mr. Poore congratulated me. “Garbage collector, indeed? Rubbish!” He joked. I managed to laugh.

Still, I was hungry but couldn’t eat. I wasn’t allowed to go pee, either. He’d want that, too, for me to pee in a cup. Just like he’d done Canyon. Problem was, I need a gallon milk carton!

“S-sir, I can’t wait 45 minutes,” I admitted it. “I’ll wet myself! Please don’t put me in a diaper again, sir!”

“Very good, Benny,” Mr. Poore said. “I knew it would be hard, so we’re ready for that. Trust me?”

I nodded.

Anything to not be wearing a diaper when Dr. Kent came.

Mr. Poore pulled this thing out of the drawer in the night stand. I was a metal ring, very small, with a “U” thing welded to it like an arm. The part of the “U” came down and through the ring, and it had a big ball on the end of it. There was a tube of sanitary lube, too.

“This is what I call a cum-stopper,” he told me. “Little invention by one of my mates. The ring goes around the head of your cock, behind it, and the arm with the ball…”

I nodded. He nodded.

“Goes up inside my dick, and plugs it, so I can’t pee?” I asked.

“Another gold star!” Mr. Poore gave me a shake. “It might sting a bit, but you won’t be able to pee, and you won’t be punished. OK?”

“OK.”

And so he lubed it and put it on. Then he started pressing the ball into my pee-hole. “Urethra” he called it. It was tight, and when it started to slide in, it got stuck. He pressed, I groaned, and then it went in with what feels like a POP!

The ring was tight on my dick, and I got hard right then!

“Relax,” Canyon told me. “You can’t pee now.”

Sure enough, I couldn’t! I let go, but the stopper held it in. It was like I had to go, was holding it in, but was letting go at the same time. It was really weird, and felt…weird. Weird, but good?

“You two are in rare form this morning!” Mr. Poore said, and he was happy. “Canyon, I am so impressed how you defended your brother! And at such risk to your own self! What if you’d been wrong?”

“Then I’d be hating life, I’m sure, Father!” Canyon smiled, “But I was right!”

More hugs and kisses and high praise. We were off to a good start.

Since I couldn’t eat, no one did. That made me feel better, but guilty.

Then Mr. Poore went to the phone recorder machine, and played back my call. I sounded groggy, sleepy:

“Hey, Scott! Yeah, it’s cool! What? No, I’m havin’ a great time! We went to the mall, and I got some records! Yeah, Canyon’s OK, you should see him. Huh? I’ll ask him, OK?” I was yawning on the tape. “Mr. Poore, Scott wants to know if he can come over sometime and meet you and Canyon? I told him that I thought Canyon had been sick, and well, Scott feels bad about how he doesn’t go out much. He wants to meet him.” – “That’s a novel idea, Benny!” Mr. Poore was saying on the tape, and I got chills. Shivers. “Invite him over Saturday, if he thinks he’s tough enough!” I heard myself doing that, and Scott agreeing!

Holy shit! Scott was coming over?

“-OK, see ya! I gotta lay down. That workout was murder. What? You’ll find out, asswipe! Yeah, Saturday…bye!”

CLICK!

“I musta been really wiped out, sir,” I admitted, “I don’t remember that!”

For the life of me, I had NO memory of making that call.

Then again, I had NO memory of coming home with a collar around my neck, or a tube on my dick. (Which hadn’t been talked about anymore, neither!) What the hell was it? Stress? Just tired? I was 12 – and my mind was going?

I could tell they saw it.

“It’s OK, Benny, hell, Father’s been looking for the keys to the Ferrari since we moved in, and still hasn’t found them!”

“You little shit!” Mr. Poore gasped, and then he had Canyon in a headlock and was tickling him. Canyon was screaming. “Think you’re funny, do you? Do YOU?” He demanded.

“YES!” Canyon yelled. “FUNNY! STOP!”

“Stop?”

“Stop, please?”

“Please?”

“Stop, please, sir!” Canyon got it right.

He was pink in the face, sweating and panting when his dad let him go. But they were laughing. “You were TRYING to make me pee, so I’d have to wear a diaper!” Canyon accused him.

Holy shit, what was Canyon saying?! No ‘sir’? And talking back?

But Mr. Poore just laughed. “It’s been a while since you had to wear a diaper!” He told his son.

I didn’t know what to think. Maybe laughing fits were an excuse to the routine? Or was I getting that wrong, too?

Then I realized Jeffie was missing. I guessed he’d gone home late, but didn’t think to ask.

But Scott was coming on Saturday.

How would he react? Would we wear the mall clothes again that Mr. Poore had hidden? What? Or would Scott have to get naked? Would he tell? I suddenly wasn’t hungry. If he told on us…

Canyon’s watched beeped.

It was 9.

The doorbell rang.

Dr. Kent was there.

He looked like a plain old doctor. He even had one of those silly round mirror things for his head in his black bag. He wasn’t as tall as Mr. Poore, but I couldn’t tell much else with him dressed and having a white doctor coat on. About all I can tell you is he had brown hair and glasses. He was kinda like…Joe…an average guy. You know?

“So this the Benny I hear so much about?” He greeted me, and shook my hand. I nodded at him and told I was pleased to meet him, sir. He liked that. Then he wanted to get started.

We went down to the basement, and Canyon fetched a gurney from the far, dim end of the room. Was there anything else weirder in that basement?! WHY did he have a hospital gurney? Mr. Poore put me up on it, and I laid back. I was expecting to get strapped down, but he didn’t. I found out why.

Dr. Kent did all the usual stuff. Looked in mouth, in my ears, took my pulse, BP, all that crap. Nothing weird. He patted and poked me all over, and other than just being a little sore, like I always was, he didn’t find anything. He had me sitting up and squeezing my neck when he asked Mr. Poore if I had a plug in me!

Huh?

“Plugged boys are always easier to work with,” Dr. Kent nodded. “Easier access for checking things out back there! Would you remove it, please?”

Canyon fetched a small plastic bucket, like kids have at the beach. Mr. Poore told me to grab the ring and pull it out nice and slow. I did that. It didn’t wanna come. He told me to push out, like I had to poop. When I had to do that, it started coming out, but man, it felt weird doing it! My cock got hard when the wide part was almost out of me. Then it slid out with a funny noise, and I put it in the pail. Canyon took it to the bathroom, and I heard water running.

I was told to get on my knees, so that the Dr. could check out ‘my backside.” I did that. The next thing I knew, he was working his finger up in there and touching something! I sucked in air, hard. My dick was throbbing, and I had to pee so bad!

“Bit underdeveloped, all over,” Dr. Kent observed. “Prostate seems fine,” he said, and he got a 2nd finger in me. Then he squeezed. I flinched and yelped! I’d never felt THAT before! I thought I was gonna explode.

“Does he ejaculate, wet?” Dr. Kent asked.

“No,” Mr. Poore said, “Not yet.”

“I should have all his medical records,” Dr. Kent asked.

“I…I don’t know where they are, sir. The last time I saw a Dr. was when I got shots for school!”

“WHAT?!”

“I don’t get sick, much, sir,” I said.

“That woman,” Mr. Poore snorted. “What about a dentist?”

“Once a year, maybe, sir?”

“Ohhhhh,” he groaned.

Then the Dr. pulled his fingers out. I slumped some. He then started checking out my balls. “Small,” he said, “Very small for an almost 13 year old. Penis is undersized.”

Canyon snickered. His dad smacked his butt.

“You have NO room to talk, little man,” Dr. Kent told him. “Oh, and you have a healthy boy, there, Martin. Tests are all in, I have the papers if you’d like to read them and burn them? Canyon’s deficient in testosterone, though? Any erectile problems, boy?” He smiled at him.

“Ha, ha!” Canyon shook his head. “Sir!”

He went on checking out my balls, rolling them around, squeezing them. “Pardon me, sir?” I asked.

“Very mannerly,” Dr. Kent said, “Yes, boy?”

“I have a question?”

“I thought you might?”

“Was it hard, taking Canyon’s balls out, sir?” I asked him, “Did it take long?”

He stared at me.

“It’s OK, sir, I told him,” Canyon held up his hand.

“I see!” The Dr. smiled at me, rolling my balls around. “Do you like the way Canyon looks, Benny?”

I nodded. “yes, sir.”

“Why?”

I could see Canyon and Mr. Poore watching me.

“Well, he told me it was an accident at first, so I wouldn’t freak out on him,” I told the Dr., “Then he told me the truth – he wanted them cut off. He said he thought about it for a year, though? Would I have to wait a year, too?”

“Canyon was very precocious, Benny,” Mr. Poore put in. “Be sure of what you’re asking.”

“Yeah, since once you throw the old stones in the pond, it’s not like you can go dive and get them back!” Canyon looked me, real serious.

I couldn’t believe I was asking him that – if he’d take long to cut a boy’s balls off! But there I was, him examining mine, and all I could think about was ‘what if I didn’t have any’? What if I was like Canyon?’

I was getting hard.

“Do you get hard when you think about being castrated, Benny?” The Dr. asked, and I had to nod. Hell, anymore, Canyon made me hard, whether I could see his lack of balls or not!

“I will only castrate a boy if I am absolutely certain that he understands the consequences,” Dr. Kent told me, shaking a gloved finger at my nose. I went cross-eyed watching it. “I don’t want to hear you ask again, until Mr. Poore tells me that you’ve had a long talk about this, understood?”

“YES, SIR!”

“Good. A boy should only be castrated, or otherwise modified, if and only IF he truly wants to be and understands that the changes to his body are for life. I can’t just sew them back on, like your little brother said!” Then he closed that subject, I could tell.

I started thinking about it.

I was daydreaming about not having balls, looking like Canyon, when he stopped playing with my nuts.

“Say, what’s this?” Dr. Kent then said, and I gasped. Had he found a lump? What if it was cancer? Then he pulled on the cum-piss-stopper. “I see! Got him plugged up front, too, and waiting? Hand me a bottle? Thanks.” Then he pulled on it.

My dick stretched out, far, flat and thin. It looked silly.

He squeezed it all over, and I was trying to be hard. That was weird.

Then he put the bottle under it and pulled the thing out all at once!

“OWWW!”

And I peed. God, did I pee. I think it was a gallon! It felt so good to let it out, finally!

“OK, let’s see if he’s retaining,” Dr. Kent suggested, when I’d got the last drop out. The got in his bag, and rubbed his gloved hand in something that smelled like alcohol. He picked up a package of some kind, ripped it open, and pulled out a long tube. I cringed. I knew what it was.

“This is a Robinson catheter, Benny,” He told me. “It goes up inside our penis, into the bladder, then comes right back out.” He put some brown stuff on it, then on the end of my dick. Some lube, and then he started sliding it into me.

I felt like I had to pee. Like I WAS peeing. That tube was disappearing up inside of me, and then it stopped. I was panting like mad. “Now relax, and try to pee,” Dr. Kent told me. I did that. It felt so funny inside me.

He pushed it on up in, and I could feel it passing something. I thought I was gonna get off!

“Nothing, no retention,” Dr. Kent said, as he let go of it. The tube slid back out on its own. I was gasping. Canyon looked like he had the willies or something, shivering, and closing his eyes. I guess he didn’t like catheters?

He changed gloves, then said it was time to draw blood. Mr. Poore helped him set up the stuff, and he pulled out a needle was that 6 foot long!

OK, not THAT long, but it was huge!

He tied the cord around my arm, like I’d seen on the TV show, and then went to stick me. I passed out.

When I woke up, I was sneezing and my face was burning.

Smelling salts!

“That’s that, don’t like needles, eh?” Dr. Kent asked.

“No, no, no, sir!” I shook my head fast. God, was I in trouble?

“Give him something sweet,” Dr. Kent suggested, “I sucked a lot of blood out of him. He’ll be pretty weak for a day or so, you know. And go easy on him?”

He then gave my dick and balls a going over again, and told me to turn around so he could check me out ‘back there’ again.

He put his fingers in again, found my prostate, and started rubbing it – hard!

“ARHHH!”

“Feel good?”

“I…I…I think so, yes, sir?”

Canyon snickered again. I didn’t hear a smack.

I was rock hard again, and my dick was pulsing. It felt like something burning in me wanted out, like when Canyon jerked me off (he called it a ‘wank’), but it was different. No one was touching my dick, and it was more … intense?

Then he had a hold of it, good. I thought he was gonna stretch my butt out and tear it, but he didn’t. I was tensed up on his fingers, then I know I screamed and bucked.

I wanted it to stop, but I didn’t? I didn’t know what to think – did it hurt, or not? Did I like it? I thought I’d blow up!

I know I screamed again.

And that was it.

Smelling salts again.

“Dry,” Dr. Kent said, pulling off his gloves. I was all sweaty and shaking, and Canyon was holding my hand.

“Wasn’t that just smashing, Benny?” He asked, all smiles.

“I g-guess you could call it that?” I panted.

“He was really getting into it, there, Martin,” Dr. Kent told him, “I’d say you have a dedicated bottom-boy on your hands here!”

I had NO clue what that meant.

Canyon rolled his eyes.

“He’s just jealous,” Mr. Poore told me. “Now, Benny, go and wash your plug, and bring it back so Dr. Kent can replace it. You’re good and loose, and we don’t want any accidents.”

“Yes, sir,” I said, and he helped me down. When I got back, the plug went right back in – a lot easier this time, too.

“He’ll need a bigger one shortly,” Dr. Kent said, and I just stared at him. “As much as he liked that prostate massage, you might consider a more curved, or even a vibrating one?” He suggested.

“Perhaps later,” Mr. Poore nodded, and helped me down. My knees gave out, and he caught me.

Then he kissed me and told me how well I’d done for a first exam.

“I’ll demand an overnight on these results, Martin,” Dr. Kent said, as he packed up to go. “You sure you don’t want a good cath’ing, Canyon?” He laughed.

Canyon just shook his head, wide eyes and all, and stepped back.

Hell, it wasn’t THAT bad, I thought?

We went upstairs, and it was almost 10. Time for school. But instead, we sat down at the kitchen table and Mr. Poore gave us the rest of the ice cream with honey, and orange juice.

“Canyon’s going to be unwound, all day,” Mr. Poore sighed, “but fair is fair.”

“Sir? I don’t want to get him in trouble! I know I have to eat, since he took blood, but…?” I asked, holding up my hand, with spoon in it.

“That’s so good of you, Benny!” Dr. Kent told me. “He’s a smart one, isn’t he?”

I just blushed. Me, smart?

“He is learning and adapting very fast,” Mr. Poore agreed. “I’ve never had a boy, unless you count Canyon, catch on so quickly. Then again, Canyon was raised like this from day one, though.”

I stopped eating for a second.

‘Raised like this?’ What was that?

Had he had Canyon since he was a baby? I mean, I thought he did, he was HIS kid, he said? But when did he start…training him? I couldn’t see 2-year-old Canyon saying ‘sir’ and not ‘daddy’.

Then Dr. Kent gave me a hug, kissed me, and showed himself out. It was weird being hugged and kissed by a doctor, too. I wondered if he had a boy, too? I figured he did. But where was he?

“Too bad Mickey couldn’t come,” Canyon shook his head. “He must be busy working?”

“Mickey?” I asked.

“Dr. Kent’s boy,” Mr. Poore explained, and I was right! He DID have a boy. “He’s older, though. 17 now, and deciding on what college to go to. The shots seem to be kicking in, changing his personality, too,” Mr. Poore sighed.

“You mean he’s gonna grow up now, sir?” I asked.

“He is, they all do,” Mr. Poore sighed again.

Then he grabbed Canyon and hugged him tight. I thought he was gonna cry!

“He’ll grow up, go to college, move out, move on, make his own fortune!” Mr. Poore was being dramatic? It had been a messed up morning, though. “He’ll adopt those boys he talked about, and forget his poor, old, senile father. I’ll be lucky if I even SEE my new grandsons!”

I wasn’t sure if he was serious or not.

Canyon was hugging him back, though.

“Now, Father, you know I’ll put you in the best rest home money can buy!” Canyon assured him, “And I’ll adopt lots of boys for you to play with!”

I noticed he left out “get married.”

After all, would a girl marry Canyon if he didn’t have any balls, and couldn’t make babies? Did Canyon even like girls? I know I could sure do without Margaret, down the block. Pushy, nosey…little tattling bitch!

But what were they doing, trading jokes like that? It didn’t make sense.

“Wish I could go to college one day,” I sighed, without thinking. Then I jerked my head up, knowing I spoke out of turn.

“You will!” Mr. Poore smiled at me. “With Canyon!”

“No, sir,” I sighed, finishing my ice cream and feeling better already, “Mom says I’m too dumb for college.”

Mr. Poore froze.

He set Canyon down, and Canyon knew that playtime was over. So did I.

“Canyon, you go start your workout. Benny, you too, but go easy. I don’t want you hurting yourself. Dr. Kent some left some muscle relaxers and pain pills for you, so if you need one, you ask! Understand?” I nodded. “We’ve bee pushing you too hard. If I run over, you make lunch, Canyon. The usual. I need to make some calls. Independent study, too, and no TV!” He ordered us.

“Yes, sir!” We both said, sharp.

Then he stalked off to his office, slammed the door, but I know I heard him muttering about “…how dare she…stupid woman…tell my boy things like that…should never have let her keep one…unfit…”

Mr. Poore wasn’t done by lunchtime.

Canyon and me ate, the usual, and a lot of it. The workout made me hurt, and my arm where he took blood was like falling off. Canyon made me take 2 pills, 1 of each, and told me he’d take the wrap for me not working out at 1230. He made me go lay out in the sun instead, rubbed me down, checked my collar, then kissed me. I think I went to sleep, ‘cause his watch was beeping 1 when he woke me up.

He told me to roll over, but I was like…limp?

“Well, you’re in no fit state to swim OR wrestle,” he pouted. “What kind of drugs did he leave for you?”

“I dunno, bubby,” I slurred.

“Christ,” Canyon snorted.

Next thing I knew, he was putting a life jacket on me an hour later and shoving me into the shallow end of the pool!

“Jus’ float, then, what?” He told me.

So I did that. I paddled around a little, then he had to pull me out when it was naptime. I got my shake down, then fell over on the mat in front of the TV.

“Stoned,” I heard Canyon muttering.

When I woke up at 6, I felt a lot better. Nothing hurt, and I wasn’t so limp anymore. It was our free time, but I wanted to move around. For some reason, laying around for another 2 hours didn’t sound good. I asked Canyon if he wanted to wrestle. Of course he did, and beat me at every go!

Mr. Poore showed up for dinner, but he was carrying our mall clothes.

“Dress, we’re going out to the Golden Fork for buffet,” he ordered us. “I don’t feel like cooking. Sorry I ran late, boys.”

Then he held up a keyring.

“WHY were these in one of my shoes?” Mr. Poore asked, and I saw the black and yellow fancy key with the Ferrari emblem on it!

“I dunno, sir?” Canyon shrugged. “I honestly don’t! Perhaps the movers?”

“Hmpfff!”

And that was that.

But we were going to ride in a Ferrari!

I was so hoping Scott would be out and see me, and he was! He just stood in the yard, leaning on the mower, and stared as Mr. Poore honked. Then he laid rubber! Tire smoke smells, you know?

I flipped Scott off on the way by and smiled at him.

“Sir?” I offered, noticing my clothes had been washed, “I’m sorry I messed up your day,” I apologized.

“Being sick is excusable, Benny,” he told me, “Or having the Dr. over. Same thing.”

“I…I thought I made you mad, sir. I’m sorry, is all,” I told him, and I meant it. The day was just all fucked up, and I’d done it.

“YOU didn’t do it, Benjamin,” he told me – Benjamin? – “Your MOTHER did it!”

All through dinner, I kept wondering what he’d meant by things like “unfit…should never let her have kept one…tell my boy things…” Did he really like me that much, that he called me ‘his boy’ when he was talking to himself?

I was so bugged about it that I didn’t even notice a bunch of kids and guys chatting up Mr. Poore about the car.

“Let’s be bad,” Canyon told me, when his dad was busy. We sneaked a big cookie each off the dessert buffet and ate them in the bathroom!

The ride home was – wild.

Mr. Poore got pulled over, but the cop didn’t do anything to him. I guess he knew him, too! I figured 172 mph in a 55 would get us all arrested, but it didn’t?

We were late getting home, late getting a bath and a enema, but Mr. Poore sure was in a better mood.

He made me take 2 pills, telling me he wanted me ready to be back to the routine tomorrow, and hugged and kissed me like he hadn’t seen me in a year! That made me remember that Mom hadn’t called me – not once. It was gonna be Friday, and she hadn’t called.

“Probably having a good time,” I mumbled to myself, but he heard me.

“I have no doubt,” Mr. Poore agreed.

Then he strapped us in for the night.

It was the end of a weird, but good, day. I was tired, but a good-tired. “It’s nice being tucked in,” I yawned.

“Benny, you know I love you like the son I chose,” he told me, and I didn’t know what he meant. But it sounded nice.

“I…I just don’t wanna make you mad at me, sir,” I told him, and I meant it. He kissed me. "Are you gonna put the plug back in my dick now, sir?"

“I never stay angry at a boy, especially not a new one I’ve wanted to meet for so long,” he nodded at me. "And NO, I want to see if you ever pee the bed!" He laughed.

“I…I like it that you’re proud of me, Mr. Poore,” I told him, and I did.

I didn’t remember anyone telling me I’d made them proud before. I liked how it made me feel inside. I wanted him to be prouder.

“Can we have that talk tomorrow, sir, at 6, maybe?” I came right out and asked it.

“As you wish,” he smiled down at me, and I was really thinking how helpless I was, strapped down, and him being the only one who could let me loose. It made me shiver again, and he smiled more.

“I can take the blindfold, sir,” I told him, “I think!”

He laughed. “I’m so very, VERY proud of you, son,” He said, and kissed me – with his tongue. “Facing your worst fears is so brave, my brave boy,” He whispered in my ear, kissing it too.

The pills were kicking in, so I think I did it back. I could feel his whiskers scratching my face, and it tickled. I was laughing…

The last thing I remembered was him telling me how sorry he was for the last 12 years, and jacking me off while I listened to The Stones.

I see a red door, and I want to paint it black…