10 comments/ 28927 views/ 21 favorites The Bottom Tier By: Cruel2BKind *Hi readers! All characters are 18+ the part in the beginning is only a flashback. This story is slightly confused, but I think it belongs in Gay Male because though my main Character, Kip, has some elements of the feminine persuasion, he still identifies as Male, and all of the sexual encounters in this story are basically gay encounters with some unusual petting. WARNING this story involves emotional turmoil. Enjoy!* There were two levels of life in the year 2356, in the former capital cities. In one level you were wealthy and well off. Life was provided by high-paying jobs and low taxes. Life was one long game that you struggled to satisfy yourself with using sex or entertainment. The slave industry was alive and well, buying healthy eggs from the starving inhabitants of another life to clone new humans. The bulk of these clones were soldiers and regulators. The regulators patrolled the safe, healthy world of the Upper Tier to protect the safe and happy people within it. These men (they were all men) were imbued with strong senses of loyalty and obedience and fierce protectiveness. They got many of these genes from a German Shepard. The rest of these were all for sexual pleasure. Beautiful women and men with perfect bone structures and perfect bodies and flawless coordination were sold for incredible prices and the more you had, the higher your status was. Then they made the Ladyboys. The Ladyboys were sad, frail children cobbled together from an unearthly beautiful combination of male and female. Some of the sweet little girls had penises and prostates, while some of the sad-eyed little boys had vaginas and clitorises. Most of the confused things had weird combinations of the two. Without exception the poor things were very beautiful and very small, and very easily hurt. After the first 'batch' of fifty children were sold their popularity exploded. Thousands of pre-orders came in and the Generippers all smiled with ecstasy at all the money they would make. Batch after batch of underweight test-tube babies were 'born' in disposable polyurethane uteruses. They grew up in short deprived childhoods where they were trained from an early age how to give pleasure to older men and women. At the tender age of three, they were given dozens of cruel, expensive shots that caused them unbearable agony, but made them immune to STD's. The trainers were cruel and depraved. The other life was in the Bottom Tier, here, everyone was poor. Everyone worked in factories that supported the Upper Tier. The only way to get up was to get enough money to buy a Tier license and to get a job. There was little food, no health care, and heinous crime and prostitution. The two worlds collided very suddenly on a beautiful October day. A very small, wounded Ladyboy was huddled into a ball on his thin foam pad. This Ladyboy had managed to steal a scrap of food from a clogged trash-chute and the poor thing had been viciously whipped with a thin bamboo cane. He was too weak and starved to do his regular training so he was huddled on his bed. A few hours before a janitor on his lunch break had come in and raped him and he was still weeping from the pain and shame of that episode. Two hundred yards down and an entire universe away a gang of half-starved men and women readied Old World weapons such as bullet-firing pistols and hand grenades. They went over a shaky plan to run up into the Upper Tier, knock out the guards and steal as much medicine from the Generipper center as they could. This medicine could be sold for credit, or food in the Bottom Tier. A huge explosion shook the building where a tiny, mostly male Ladyboy trembled with fear. When the rangy group of renegades from the Bottom Tier came in the Ladyboy cried and covered his eyes. A shiny SteelFiber collar was around his thin, vulnerable neck. The round silvery tag read, KIP. And below that, there was a bar code and a small round tracker. Five lean desperate men and two lean desperate women burst through the door and they saw the pitiful beautiful boy naked and crying chained by one fragile ankle to a thin pallet. Kip screamed weakly in fear as the men and women ran towards him. He was so small, and every single full-grown human had either hurt or neglected him. He cowered from the seven strangers silent and trembling. A small sensor on the collar flashed franticly in time with his heart. A woman hesitated. "I think it's just a boy..." "No way" a man growled. "Not if it has the damn collar on. It'll probably grow tits or something in a few years, but let's grab it, we could get enough off of that thing to turn us all into senators." Five ran on to the next room but a man and a woman stayed to drag the Ladyboy out. Kip passed out from the terror and the pain of his bruised body being shaken and thrown around like a small dog's toy. Kip woke up in the Bottom Tier. He was locked in a tiny cage. The heart-rate light pulsed slowly. The tiny space comforted him. He was so badly abused already that simple things like the collar, or small spaces, or being tied up made him feel better. The light started pulsing faster when a door opened and a hand reached inside. Being in a small place wasn't the same thing as being cornered. No creature that flew, walked, swam, crawled, or oozed liked being trapped. Not even unnatural things like the Ladyboy. He gave a high-pitched yelp as the hand grasped him by the collar and dragged him out. He was thrown down onto the floor and an Upper Tier man looked him over with bright eyes and frightening clutching hands. The lean men and women watched with a mixture of pity and disgust, but if the rich man bought the frail Ladyboy then they would have enough money to join the Upper Tier. The Regulators burst into the old warehouse then. Somehow, the tiny Ladyboy managed to escape. He ran on legs that were weak from malnourishment and bruised from his last punishment. He managed to break the tracker on his collar with a rock and to disappear into the darkness of the Bottom Tier. TEN YEARS LATER Kip lived outside the wild part of the Bottom Tier. He lived in a place so picked over and inhospitable that no one in their right mind would live there. It was a collapsed elementary school. Only Kip, with his skinny lithe body and his tiny frame and his knowledge of the precarious rubble gave him a place to sleep. A pile of mangled steel desks held up the rubble in one small spot. A spot that was barely three feet wide and four feet long and two feet tall. He had lined his secret place with scraps of cloth and bedding over the years, creating a tiny nest. He cowered in this nest now. He whimpered in his sleep and slept gingerly and lightly. Not for the first time, or the second time or by God not even the tenth time... Kip had been raped. He had been digging for trash and he had mistaken their clumsy footsteps for some scavenger. They had stolen his clothes and his water bottle and a foil wrapper in his pocket that still had oily smears on it from a sandwich. They had stolen his worn SteelFiber collar that he still wore for comfort. Then all five of them had raped him. He hurt. He hurt so badly. His entire body was bruised and sore and his ass was a quivering chasm of muscle that had been bleeding on and off for the last three days. He had eaten the last of his emergency rations about a day ago because he was too frightened to leave his safe place. The rations themselves had been pitiful, an energy bar and a handful of dried fruit. Kip woke up from his nightmare with a frightened gasp. Kip was beautiful. Even starving and frightened and dirty, the Ladyboy was gorgeous. Kip was a little more than five feet tall. He was slim and flexible with a tiny waist and skinny legs. He had soft, full hips like a girl and small, firm breasts. Kip was a boy. He identified as one. He had a small penis and testicles and a prostate. He was a boy with breasts and an Adam's apple and soft androgynous features. His hair was shaved short to disguise his girlish looks a little but it only made him look younger and more vulnerable. After calming down a little he put on his only clothing. He had a thin loose t-shirt and baggy ripped jeans. They were ripped at the bottom where Kip had tailored them to fit his short legs and they were ripped at the waist where someone had ripped them off to fuck him and they were ripped and bloody at the knees where he had fallen while being pursued. Ripping for fashion was something only done in the Upper Tier. Kip had no shoes so he wrapped layers of dirty rags around his feet. The soles of his feet were callused and hard and black with dirt. Tears gathered in the corners of his large dark eyes. Kip was hungry and afraid of those men who had raped him. The trash was bare and picked over. Kip knew that the only way he would survive was to sell his body for food. He had done it before, but the selling of his body was never without fear and pain and attempts to enslave and hurt him. It took Kip ten minutes to crawl out of the safe place. He was slow from the pain and he was painfully cautious. He shivered, feeling naked and sick without a collar. Once he got into the dark winding streets, Kip became a wraith, a shadow. He melted into the darkness against the walls. He saw the first humans about a mile from the trading center. They were a skinny teenage girl and an exhausted man. They both limped and the man had a racking cough. Kip avoided them. They had blacklung from the factory smoke. It became harder and harder to hide as the streets became well lit. Kip saw gang members leering at exhausted women and smoky-eyed prostitutes. He saw wary pimps keeping a close eye on their meager harems. He saw dozens of coughing factory workers. Finally he was hiding in a notch in the old brick walls, wondering whom he would sell himself to. The safest were factory workers. They were poor, but one of Kip's few good memories was a thin, coughing man gently touching his body. The man had paid him with two protein packets and a drink of real milk. The factory workers were the safest because they hated the Upper Tier and wouldn't sell him out. Then Kip saw a lean, healthy man with dark, intelligent eyes. The man was tall, and in his forties. He wore clothes that were dirty but well taken care of. An ancient machine gun was cradled to his chest and he seemed wary, like an intelligent dog guarding against predators. The man was guarding an ancient grocery cart, like the kind the Old World used when they could buy enough food to last one of them a week and one of the New World people for a month. A woman went up to the lean man and bought something in a paper bag. Kip gasped when he saw her shoving small, flesh-colored things into her mouth. The man was selling food! Kip made his decision and crept through the scant shadows that did not hide him. The small shadows only blurred his form and the man noticed him. Kip cringed as far back as he could as the man stared at him. There was no going back now. "H-Hello." Kip stammered. "Would you like some c-company?" The words were customary for a whore. They were bold, but the voice that spoke them was weak and shaky with fear. The man squinted at him. "Come into the light, Boy." He growled. "I want to see what I'm buying." Kip crept into the smoggy streetlights. The light slowly illuminated him and the man's eyes glittered on him. The light shone softly on a body that was achingly thin and covered by baggy clothes. His small firm breasts made soft bumps in the front of his shirt. His hips were sweet and girlish and his face had an attractive feminine cast. His thin arms were covered in rough goosebumps and he was shivering. His dark eyes were downcast, staring at the gravel. The man's eyes softened slightly. "Hey, Sweetheart. How about you'n'me go into that little alley there. If you do me I'll give you two pounds of mushrooms. If you do me and that man over there, I'll give you five pounds." Kip looked in the direction he was pointing and he saw a large younger man with broad shoulders and dark hair and the same features as the man. "That's my son, Radon. What do you say? "Yes Sir. Thank you Sir." --- Kip found the darkness of the alley comforting, even if it had no way out. The man's son, Radon, was guarding the entrance with another Old World relic in his hands. The machine gun looked heavy and deadly despite it's age. Kip was half-cowering into the shadows as he reached slowly for the hem of his shirt; steeling himself for an exercise in helplessness and pain. "No." The man said softly, gently. "Not yet." Kip gasped as the man took out a handful of dried mushrooms. His frail body leaned forward and his hands nervously clasped between his breasts. The man smiled and held a mushroom out. Instead of reaching for it, the boy leaned forward and nibbled it from his thick fingers, like a shy, abused animal. "That's it pretty one, it's been hard hasn't it?" The Ladyboy nodded and nibbled the next mushroom from his hands. "My name is Taylor. And I promise that I wont hurt you. Neither of us will." Hot tears studded Taylor's hand like pearls. "Th-Thank you Sir." The boy whispered. "My name is K-Kip." Taylor was hard and eager. He liked the Ladyboy. The boy was sweet and obedient and grateful. He didn't have the hard, gritty exterior of most of the prostitutes that Taylor saw every day. He enjoyed the gentle, sexy sensation of the boy's chapped lips on his fingers. Taylor ran his fingers across the soft fuzz of the boy's scalp and tilted up his head. "How about we start up now, pretty one." Kip held still as Taylor reached for the hem of his baggy white shirt, and he held up his arms as Taylor pulled it over his shorn head. Kip did his best to show off his beautiful, bruised body. His skin was so pale it glowed in the faint streetlights. He had a tiny waist below pitiful jutting ribs. He had small, high breasts that gleamed faintly in the wan light. His nipples were hard from the cold and colored the palest pink. Taylor licked his lips with a tongue that was suddenly dry. The boy's body was frail and poorly used. He could see the cruel crescent-shaped scars on his breasts where they had been bitten hard enough to draw blood. Ugly black bruises marred his tiny waist where someone had grabbed him roughly. He could see black marks on his slender neck where he had been choked. Despite all of the cruel marks and half-healed scars, Kip was beautiful. Taylor gently cupped the sweet little breasts in his huge, callused hands. He fondled the chill-swollen nipples in sandpaper-rough fingers and watched the boy's face to see the reaction. Taylor smiled as he saw the skin across the high cheekbones flush a deep pink with arousal. Kip arched his head and his mouth opened and his eyes sparkled with pleasure as he let out a sweet moan. Taylor played with his breasts until the boy was moaning over and over; his face red and hot. Then he opened his pants and took out a long thick cock. "Oh!" The Ladyboy's eyes rested on his cock and the boy fell gracefully to his knees. Taylor felt a rush of arousal at the feeling of control. The boy knelt between his slightly splayed legs and one small, cold hand caressed the throbbing side of his thick, seven-inch cock. Kip looked up into his eyes, black into black, as his little tongue went out to catch a clear pearl of precome glittering at the slit of his cock. Taylor let out a strangled groan. The boy was so fucking sexy, and if he didn't start soon he would come right away. Taylor liked the idea of having the Ladyboy suck him off, but for five pounds of mushrooms he wanted to get his full worth. "Get up." Taylor's voice was strained and hoarse with need. "C'mon, turn around and bend over... Lord that's nice." Kip trembled fitfully. He had felt so good; the man had been so nice to him. Now he felt small and frightened as he turned around and braced his hands on the wall, spreading his legs in a wide stance. Kip let out a small whimper of pleasure as Taylor ran his rough hands over Kip's sensitive nipples. Taylor took off the boy's jeans; sliding the baggy pants down to his ankles and running light hands over the boy's full, girlish hips. He stroked the firm buttocks and the tender cleft, and then he reached around and fondled his rock-hard penis and testes. Kip was not well-hung but the genitals were perfectly shaped and smooth, without a single hair. Taylor spat generously into his hand and lubed his thick cock. He got himself slick and then he got his finger wet to stretch out the boy who had gone rigid and trembly under him. The boy's head arched, his beautiful features crumpling with pain as he cried out. His body shook and cringed and Taylor could even feel the cute little penis in his hand go limp. Taylor leapt back with a loud curse. "What the fuck!" Kip's legs tangled in his jeans and he fell to the concrete with another yelp of pain. He cowered naked against the wall trying to cover his head with his arms. "I'm s-sorry S-Sir!" He babbled through his frightened tears. "I'm s-so sorry. I can d-do it I p-promise, j-just please! Please let m-me have another chance. Please d-don't hurt me Sir." Taylor watched, speechless, as the wounded and terrified boy cringed against the wall, crawling into a kneeling position and showing his pale ass with the blood dribbling from the bruised pucker and crying silently. "Stop." Taylor said hollowly, pity wrenching him from the inside. "Please Kip, just stop, I ain't gonna hurtcha." Radon was concerned. "What the hell's going on in there, Dad?" "Shut up Radon, nothings wrong!" Taylor winced as the boy cowered at his outburst. "Hush up Sweetheart, I'm not gonna hurtcha. It's just, why didn't you tell me that you were hurt?" The boy looked up and his eyes were swollen and red from crying and old bruises. "You wouldn't have bought me... and I was so hungry..." Taylor sighed. "You might be right. Just hush up your crying and come here. Come here pretty one, I'll take care of you." Kip crawled between his legs and nervously covered his cock with small, sweet kisses. "That's it." Taylor groaned. "That is absolutely perfect pretty one, just keep doing that." Kip wrapped his full, soft pink lips around Taylor's fat cock. He knelt between Taylor's legs and the man reassured him and played with his firm breasts. In a few minutes Taylor was leaning against the wall, swearing softly under his breath as the Ladyboy bobbed his shorn head up and down on his cock. Taylor could see that his small erection was back. It was stiff and dripping and no more then four inches long. Kip stroked it urgently as his flushed cheeks rippled from the cock pounding in and out of his mouth. Taylor swore one more time as he spasmed. Kip moved back so three fat ropes of come splattered across his beautiful face. Kip sucked on his wilting penis gently and Taylor went down to his knees. Kip demurely lowered his head and hid his genitals with small hands. "Move aside." Taylor murmured. "You're as hard as a rock and I think you deserve to come after that." Kip looked up and his black eyes were startled and wide. He moved his hands away and gasped as Taylor wrapped his large hand around his streamlined cock. Taylor brought the tiny Ladyboy to climax, something that no one had ever done for him. His cries and whimpers were very soft. He couldn't make loud noises, they had been beaten out of him, and it was so unwise in this harsh lower world. Taylor smiled as the Ladyboy arched with a tiny whimper, as he lunged his hand felt a spurt of feverishly hot come. The boy went limp against him for a few moments, panting like he had run for miles. His pale skin was rippled with goosebumps and the shadows were kind to his bony frame, lending a seductive curviness to his body that he lacked in his starved state. The Bottom Tier: Ari and Cato *Oh my god! This is the last chapter of the Bottom Tier, and Jesus it's really taken it out of me. I stayed up till four in the morning to finish this one. -_-' The Bottom Tier has always been one of my favorite worlds to play with, my darkest invention. I think I should stop playing with fire, and I will be truly amazed if this chapter makes it past the editors on the first chapter. If you don't like dark, then run away screaming. Everyone in this chapter is 18+* If you had asked anyone in the year 2356 about the Upper and Bottom Tier, only a select few would have corrected you and said that technically, there were three Tiers, not two. The third Tier had no name, and it was in between the other two. Strangely enough, the third Tier, the Middle Tier, was made almost entirely of the genetically enhanced. Those in the Upper Tier were paranoid, and perhaps rightly so, of an uprising from the Bottom Tier, so they had thousands of cloned men called Regulators. These men were bred with genes from a German Shepard. They looked human, but they were more obedient and loyal. The rest who lived in the Middle Tier were pleasure slaves, who had outgrown their usefulness. Pleasure slaves that grew too old were given 'retirement licenses' which gave them permission to live independently, and become part of the working class. The Middle Tier was a sort of working class. The Upper Tier needed maids and janitors and gardeners and delivery people and most of all, an army of Regulators. The Upper Tier was not, however, willing to give this army of caretakers the riches and rights that came with being a citizen of the Upper Tier. The Middle Tier had become a sort of purgatory, the only place in the urban sprawl of the city Pangea where citizens and slaves and Regulators and Bottom Tier dwellers could rub shoulders. The Middle Tier was only supposed to be a residential area for Regulators and working class, but it had spawned a black market, human trafficking, and a booming prostitution industry. --- Ari was a mistake. He had been in the same batch of test-tube babies as another Ladyboy named Kip, but he was a mistake. Over ninety percent of the failure margin had been cut out of genetic engineering, but still there were mistakes. Ari was supposed to be a Ladyboy, but he had been born a full male. As he grew from a sickly little baby into a sickly little toddler, other problems presented themselves. Countless infections, countless colds. When he was three, they added immunity boosters to the cocktail of vaccinations against STDs, but even after those he was still sickly. At three, he had yet to walk more then a few steps. As the fragile little boy grew older, they learned that his bone structure, while delicate and pretty like the rest of the Ladyboys, had been made a little *too* delicate. His feet were small and flat, and it hurt for him to walk on them for any period of time. He had back problems, joint problems, terrible growing pains. He had the three expected growth spurts, one when he was four, one just before puberty and one after, but in each one he grew too fast and he sometimes had to spend months in bed, weeping and drugged and screaming with the pain of his freakish poorly made body growing. His health problems made him undesirable for Masters in the Upper Tier. After two Masters in the Upper Tier, both who had shed him quickly, they sold him to a brothel in the Middle Tier, and there, his life became a new sort of hell. --- At the same time when a shy sweet Ladyboy began to sleep with his lovers, Ari was crumpled on a tiny pallet in a room the size of a closet. Most of his 'clients' were from the Bottom Tier, gang members who wanted to see what it was like to fuck a Ladyboy, even a ruined mistake of a Ladyboy. Gang members who wanted to feel rich and powerful and in control. Ari looked at the ceiling with glassy unnaturally colored eyes. He didn't move. He was afraid, so deeply afraid of the men who came in. Sometimes they tried to be gentle, but those times were so rare. His genes had been altered so his body became aroused almost always, but that just added to the humiliation. When the door opened, Ari let out a frightened little whimper. He had been in this tiny room for nearly eight hours, and he was exhausted. Exhausted and hurt. He lifted his tired head, with the hair matted with sweat at the back of his neck and at his temples. The hair on his head was floppy and silky and a pretty shade of pale gold. His eyes were a shade of violet. His face was thin and hollow-eyed and tired, the skin sticky and sweaty. There was a bucket filled with soapy water by his cot. He was supposed to wipe himself after every man, but he had been too weak to get up, and three men had used him since. He felt so dirty, he felt so low. And now there was a gigantic shadow in the doorway, a Regulator. The Regulators had gone through many phases, and this was the most recent. The first batches of Regulators had all been cloned from the cells of one man's DNA. They had all essentially been identical. Suicide rates had been as high as forty percent in those days, so newer batches were made with many different subjects cloned. Suicide had gone down about five percent. Then one Generipper suggested that since all of the Regulators were essentially gelded, unable to breed or even perform the act of sex, the sexual frustration was causing the depression and high suicide rates. They had been breeding them without the ability to have sex, but then pumping them full of hormones like testosterone. The arrival of sexually active Regulators caused a boom in the prostitution industry. There were hundreds of these new Regulators reaching sexual maturity every day. That one of the Regulators was here, in the brothel, it meant that he was one of the newest batches. The kind that was somewhat unique, and infertile, but still able to have sex. His name was Cato, and he eyed the frail exhausted boy sprawled on the bed with pity in his dark eyes. Ari eyed him with misery and fear. He shifted weakly, and the chain around his left ankle clinked softly. He had been used three times by these new Regulators. Two had been brisk and uncaring, using him like a doll, but not intentionally cruel. They had been so big, so unconscious of their strength, that they had hurt him anyway. Their cocks had hurt him. They were huge in more ways then one. The third had been cruel, and he had been unable to work for two days after the beating he had received at that monster's hands. Something was different about this Regulator. He moved more carefully, slowly, almost gracefully. He sat on the side of the bed, and Ari flinched. The man was huge. No matter what DNA the Regulators were cloned from, they were made big and strong by modifications to the embryos. The man stood just short of seven feet. His shoulders were very broad, and everything about his body seemed too big, his hands and feet and face seemed too broad, too large. His hair was cropped and dark, though the color was impossible to say. He sat on the side and touched the bruised swell of Ari's slender boyish hip. He ran the backs of his fingertips gently across the black stain of a hand-shaped bruise. His touch was so gentle that Ari closed his eyes in relief. At least the man would not be cruel. Ari moved slowly. His slender limbs ached. He moved his frail abuse-marked body so he was on his stomach, and then with his arms and thighs trembling, he lifted himself to his hands and knees. The chain clanked and rattled. He thrust his scrawny used ass into the air, and waited. Soon the Regulator would take hold of his hips and fuck him. It would hurt, maybe it would make him bleed. Ari took a whimpering little breath and gritted his teeth as he felt the bed squeak and move, and the giant Regulator shift his weight. A scrawny gang member high on meth had enjoyed giving the weeping little whore vicious jabs to the lower back with his hard sharp fists. That had been two days ago, but Ari still pissed blood and his kidneys ached. He flinched as the warm flat of the giant's hand rested on his lower back. "Lie down boy, we aren't going to do that." The Regulator had soft polite clipped speech, but with an undertone of disgust and pity. He hesitated when the little whore looked up at him with those strange pretty eyes. The boy had a collar around his neck, SteelFiber, with a small round tracker, a few lights, and the inscription ARI. The boy lowered his body with trembling arms, and continued to look up at him, that sweaty face and violet eyes unreadable. "My name is Cato." The big Regulator whispered. He looked down at his knees, keeping his hand rested on the slightness of Ari's hip. "I... I don't want to fuck you... It would hurt you. I...I need this, and I need you to help me, but I promise I wont hurt you." Ari looked up at him, and one small trembling hand lifted from where it rested on the bed. Cato watched that hand, and groaned softly as Ari laid his hand on the place in his steel-grey pants where he was hard and needful. "Thank you." The little mistake whispered. His voice was soft and raspy, he had bruises on his throat. Those eyes were huge and glassy and a dark bright purple in the dim light. The look on that face was frightened and hangdog. Cato moaned softly. He was huge, but suddenly Ari could see how young he was. The Regulator was barely eighteen, yet already a man in his genetically altered body. He had been in training his entire existence to protect the soft spoiled citizens of an exulted life, maybe he was even a virgin. Ari turned onto his back, and Cato gave a small gasp, and tentatively touched Ari's frail body. Ari gave a humiliated little moan as he felt aroused by the touch. He hated that he became so aroused, that his body kept betraying him. Cato either didn't hear or he was too distracted to care. He fondled the softness of those little pink nipples, and stroked hardening shaft and tender testes of Ari's genitals. Ari whimpered and let out breathy little cries. No one had focused on his pleasure before, and he knew that he should be grateful, and that the big Regulator was trying to help, but all he could do was choke on his shame. Tears ran down Ari's hollow cheeks as his slim hips moved in gentle bumps, pushing his hard shaft further into Cato's warm hand. There was something raw and pathetic in the way his fragile body moved. Cato breathed faster, the little whore was weeping, moaning, tears were running down that gaunt and beautiful face. But his body was soft and responding, and the feel of a hard cock in his hand was intoxicating and arousing. Ari's hand on his cock was kneading softly through the fabric, and he was hard as stone, fondling the pretty boy in the come-stained bed. Ari closed his eyes and bumped his frail hips. Cato gasped softly, and Ari let out a surprised gasp when the giant leaned down and fondled the boy's cock into his mouth. Not since the perverted pedophiles of his youth, had a man sucked Ari's cock. Ari cried out weakly and his tears stopped. He was too shocked to cry. He had come into the Regulator's mouth. Shock and terror moved through his body in another weak sob that bubbled through his lips. He looked up at the Regulator with shell-shocked eyes, cringing and waiting for the beating that was sure to come. The big Regulator looked up, and suddenly the huge man with the brutal killer's body seemed eager and young and fumbling and shy. He was smiling, and a droplet of come leaked from the corner of his mouth. He looked happy, and still horny. The light was too dim for him to see the abject terror on the little whore's face melt into confusion and relief. "Please?" Cato whispered. His hand was on the zipper of his dark grey trousers. He was so inexperienced that he seemed to have forgotten that the trembling boy on the bed was a slave. He seemed to have forgotten about the cruel shackle on Ari's swollen left ankle. Ari was a creature who was as inexperienced as he was when it came to consensual sex. Ari was overcome with some deep emotion that was a mixture of gratitude and confusion and a desire to please. That was perhaps the deepest cruelty of the way the Ladyboys had been altered. They were made into tender little creatures who were very attached to their masters, no matter how cruel they were. Ari felt attached to any man who was gentle to him, and over and over again they left him cringing and weeping on his come- and blood-stained cot. Ladyboys were still a new creation, and in the near future, Generippers would warn buyers of the unfortunate side-effects of Ladyboys having more then one partner over a short period of time. The side-effects included constant depression, confusion, lethargy, PTSS, and a disturbingly high level of suicide. Nearly 80%. Ari crawled between Cato's thighs and nuzzled the bulge in that steel-grey crotch. He knew that the misleading feelings of happiness and satisfaction were being produced by the altered pleasure centers in his brain. Ari hated and mistrusted his own body, and his own emotions. He never knew if they were real. Cato unleashed his cock and it was rock hard. As thick as a child's wrist and about eight inches long. That was smaller then poor Ari had suffered before at the hands of Regulators, but it was still painfully huge. Ari felt a throb of real gratitude that he was servicing this man with his mouth, and not his bruised and overused ass.
 The cruel Regulator had been a monster in his depravity. He had entertained himself by beating the shrieking whimpering helpless little whore on the bed. Waiting until Ari cringed in hollow-eyed terror from him, then lunging at the bed and watching the boy limp like a crippled animal, trying to escape mindlessly and falling when he reached the end of the chain. Ari sucked, and he felt the familiar hunger, the need to debase himself and grovel at the man's feet. The need to whimper like a slut and suck the man's balls, to lick and worship them. Cato felt so ashamed. The boy sucking his cock was starving, cowering, cheeks and thighs still smeared with come from the last man who had fucked him. The boy looked up at him with glazed violet eyes filled with humiliation and shame and self-hatred. Ari trembled and flinched away from his every movement, his every touch. The frail whore was like a badly abused dog, cringing even from his gentlest caress. Cato felt dirty and wrong, even if the boy's mouth felt good. He felt ashamed that he had spent his luxury tokens on this tiny trembling little thing. Would it have killed them to let him have a little rest? Some decent health care? Someone who stopped the customers from being so rough? The whore was a patchwork of bruises and scrapes and swollen red scars. Cato yanked his cock out of the little whore's mouth and jerked off quickly with his back turned. He had never been with another man, and didn't want this cringing little animal to be his first. He didn't want to lose his virginity to a boy who was so afraid of him. Ari cowered. He had done something wrong, the man hadn't grasped his hair and finished, he was finishing for himself. Ari was so frightened that he started to cry, crawling away to the foot of the bed, at the end of his chain, looking at Cato with haunted tearful eyes. His cock was limp and bruised and soft between his shivering thighs. "Noooo..." He groaned deep in his throat. The word was more like a moan then an articulation. He shrank away when the big Regulator stuffed his spent cock in his pants and stood up. Now the beating would happen. Now the Regulator would punish him for coming in his mouth. There was always punishment, why would this one be different? Cato had rented Ari for half an hour, and there were still twenty minutes on the clock. Cato saw the written reminder on the wall for 'employees' (what sick cruel joker thought of that term? thought Cato angrily) to wash themselves between customers to promote cleanliness. To flout the rules would result in 'loss of privileges.' Cato glanced at the trembling weeping boy, curled in a fetal position at the foot of the bed. He saw the left ankle, which was so badly bruised that red swollen flesh puffed out on either side of the narrow shackle. What privileges? The right to unbroken limbs? The ability to curl up on clean sheets when the morning came? The privilege of being able to eat a few spoonfuls of broth? Cato wrung out the cold rag in the bucket of soapy water. "Don't be afraid Ari, please. I'm just going to help you." And for a wonder, Ari did try to remain quiet. His skin was pocked with bedsores and a painful rash on his inner thighs. Washing Ari was a very intimate thing. Cato felt so huge, so strong, but only because the frail boy was so weak, and so small. Ari whined weakly with pain when Cato swabbed the cold wet cloth across his broken and softened anus. He whimpered again when the cloth touched his hot swollen ankle. The boy's skin was so badly damaged. Bruises, sores, rashes, reddened places, rough places, swollen places. Ari's eyes closed when Cato brushed the cloth over those slim scarred shoulders. He cooed softly, a tiny pleasured noise. The cool cloth felt good, there at least. Tears shone in those swollen pretty eyes. Ari whispered 'thank you' in a quiet hoarse voice. Cato told him to lie down and try to rest in the remaining time. Ari kissed his hand. Cato shivered and got goosebumps at the feel of Ari's cold little mouth. Ari curled into a tiny ball on the bed, his head resting on Cato's thigh. Cato stroked that soft matted hair as the boy slept. When he got up, the boy clung to his hand and started to cry. His grip was so weak. Those eyes were dazed and shiny with drugs. Painkillers, or sedatives? Cato hoped it was painkillers. "Please... Please don't go." The boy was shaking with fear and exhaustion. He was so afraid. "Don't l-leave me..." "I'll come back. I'll save you." Cato choked, feeling tears well and sting in his own eyes. He still had to pull his hand away from the sobbing little teenager. --- Cato had left, and that just made the next man--a gang member small in stature and cock, but with a cruel streak a mile wide--so much worse. The next man liked to bite. Ari was too weak to do anything but struggle feebly. Despite the cruelty Ari had to suffer every night, this wasn't the worst brothel to be in. He got a private room, a bucket to clean himself with, a sedative to calm him down when customers were with him. Ari suffered more then the other whores because of his frailty and his popularity. He was the only whore in this brothel with the immunity shots. While other whores worked for six to eight hours, poor Ari was forced to lay on the filthy mattress with other men, sometimes for up to twelve hours. Despite his shots, the owner was considering selling the boy soon. It cost a fortune to get sedatives and painkillers, and Ari needed both to function. He was so far gone, so badly used that even some of the crueler customers were beginning to notice and object. Ever since the cruel Regulator that had used him, Ari had been needing painkillers almost daily, and the owner was getting less and less willing to buy them. Most of the other places just tossed the whores into a dark room and had them used until they rotted from the inside from STDs. Ari would last longer, and they would tie him up so he wouldn't be able to commit suicide. The hurt boy on the filthy bed knew that he was running out of time. He needed to kill himself before the real hurting started. But his mind was always a confused jumble of drugs and hurt and lack of sleep and hunger. He was going insane, and the few men who had been kind to him never helped him. Cato passed out of his mind like every man who had gently touched his wasted body, and then left him chained and screaming like an animal in a cage. But this man was different. The Bottom Tier: Ari and Cato --- Three days passed, and Cato couldn't stop thinking of the little waif who had cowered away from him. Cato couldn't support him, not with luxury tokens and rations. However, Cato knew a man from the Bottom Tier who could. This man occasionally sold a mild hallucinogen brewed from mushrooms to the Regulators. It was too mild to be registered by the random drug sweeps, and it created a mild sensation of euphoria. This man lived with his son, and apparently with another escaped slave from the Upper Tier. Maybe, he would take care of a third man, if the price was right. Cato knew that there were hundreds of abused secondhand slaves in the brothels of the Middle Tier. He knew that there were hundreds more suffering from abuse and neglect in the Upper Tier, and thousands of whores being screwed over and abused and robbed in the Bottom Tier. He knew that Ari would only make the slightest difference, a single whore who got to live without the fear of being crippled and mutilated by sick customers. A single whore that got to eat a full meal, and maybe be able to make love without cringing from a potential blow. But despite the tiny difference it would make in the scheme of things, Cato found himself fixated. He had made a promise. He intended to keep it. --- Ari was sleeping. Curled on his side in a fetal position. Blood was crusted on the fresh wounds on his ribs. Ari wanted to die. His sleep was shallow and surreal and thick with uneasy nightmarish half-dreams. The supervisor had come in and given him his daily painkillers. They softened the pain, but not even the painkillers could completely mask the damage from some sick man who had sodomized him with his fist. He couldn't sleep, the pain was so bad. He just drifted on the mild high from the painkillers, slow tears leaking from his eyes. The supervisor came in and unlocked the shackle on Ari's swollen left heel. The supervisor was a big black man, and he had to carry the semiconscious whore out of the building. Ari moaned softly when the supervisor took off his collar. He felt naked without it. The Middle Tier was small. The loud bright streets filled with hovercrafts and advertisements and sophisticated entertainment was above, a fraction of their light and warmth and affluence drifting down like flotsam on an ocean current. From below wafted the choking smoke of the factories, and far below the guardrails at the edge of the roads and platforms of the Middle Tier, if you squinted very closely, you could see dark figures scurrying around. A snowflake fell on Ari's naked shoulder and melted. More fell on his tiny naked body. One landed on his cracked and swollen lips, and his tongue went out towards the tiny scrap of moisture. Cato stood there, a blanket over one massive arm. The large young Regulator looked apprehensive. He had traded the nearly-worthless shivering whore for a golden watch. A scrap of archaic police tradition that had somehow survived the centuries. Ari moaned weakly, but didn't awaken. His sleep was shallow and nightmarish, but he was too exhausted to wake. Cato wrapped his tiny shivering body in a blanket, and showed his Regulator license to the machine that operated the inter-Tier elevator. --- Taylor and Radon and Kip had heard the strange business deal from a young Regulator, and it was a good deal. Three luxury tokens a month, in exchange for nursing a sick whore back to health. The luxury tokens would keep coming for every month they took care of him. Luxury tokens were worth many times their weight in gold, at least in the Bottom Tier. They could be traded for any legitimate item in the Upper Tier. Not rags sewn by hand, or medicine ground from mould and mushrooms, or pots smelted from scrap metal, but real purchased goods. Each token was worth a small fortune. One token could buy three bushels of rice, or an hour with a high-quality whore, or twenty pounds of sugar, or even ten pounds of meat. Tokens could be spent on effective Upper Tier medicine if a loved one was sick, or an insulated parka for the cold winters, or a nasal air-filter to add ten years onto your life if you worked in the factories. Tokens could be used in endless ways, from the surgery to get a woman's tubes tied, to accumulating enough to buy a Tier license. Regulators were given five a month, and they were mostly blown on whores and better food. For those in the Upper Tier, luxury tokens were just currency. Taylor was still a little apprehensive, and he wouldn't have gone with the deal at all if not for Kip. Kip was an attentive lover to both him and his son, and a huge help around the place. Also, Kip hadn't put much input into the decision, and when asked, he merely shrugged and said that it was his house and his decision. The one piece of real advice he had put in was this. "I know that we can get by without the luxury tokens, but I was thinking more about that poor guy that the Regulator wants us to take care of. I don't remember much about the Upper Tier, I was just a kid. What I do remember is that we were going to be sold off when we were ten, and some of the ones who were older then us prayed so hard that they wouldn't be sold to a brothel. Some of them jumped out of windows, or hung themselves with ropes that they made from their smocks. Its bad enough in the brothels down here, but I've heard stories about how bad they are in the Middle." Kip shrugged and tried to make light of his next statement. "That man that the Regulator wants us to take care of? It could have been me, if I hadn't gotten away from those guys who snatched me. Might of even been me if I hadn't been snatched. It's only a matter of time until the buyers in the Upper Tier get bored with a slave, and then the slave goes down, but not all the way." That's what changed Taylor's mind. --- All three were at the nook, waiting for Cato to get there. Kip had heated water and boiled rags for bandages. He had made a broth by chopping the mushrooms nearly to powder and adding chicken flavoring and a protein packet. He had thickened it and boiled it off until it nearly had the consistency of gravy. Radon was in the second floor, watching out the window for Cato to come so he could disable the charge going through the electrified grate that protected their home. When the low hum ceased, both Taylor and Kip tensed. Taylor with anxiety and protectiveness of his home, Kip merely with readiness to tend to the wounded slave. Cato came in with a blanket-wrapped bundle in his arms. Taylor gasped harshly with shock when Cato set the bundle down on the floor and unwrapped him. Kip moaned with pity. Taylor had seen starvelings. He had seen men beaten to death, and he had seen whores. This poor thing was starved, severely beaten, and still filthy from the last time a man had used him. What made it worse was how small the wretched thing was. Men looked smaller when they were starved and cowed, but Ari had been tiny to begin with, only five feet tall. He wasn't well made. Kip could see the underdeveloped calf and ankle muscles, and the tiny freakishly small feet. It looked like some sort of cruel purposeful mutilation, like foot binding. Ari moaned when the blanket was unwrapped and curled into a fetal position. His eyes were dazed, and an unnatural bright violet. A garish and unnecessary alteration, that often weakened eyesight. His legs were unnaturally splayed, and blood streaked and flecked the inner thighs. Kip moved forward immediately and enfolded the starved and filthy little whore in his arms. They were about the same height and stature, but Kip was better fed, more muscular, and much healthier. Ari flinched, and then went limp in Kip's gentle arms, looking at Taylor with dull confusion and fear. "He's bad, I know, here are the tokens." Ari turned at the sound of Cato's voice, and a weak unbelieving smile stretched those bruised and swollen lips. Beads of blood oozed from the deep cracks. "You came back!" His voice was a thin hoarse warble. He started to cry feebly, with a mixture of joy and pain. He clung to Kip and cried into the rough wool of the Ladyboy's sweater. He was hurting and scared, and nearly out of his mind, but on any other night, he would have been cringing on the hateful stained mattress. He had lain on that bed, shackled and helpless nearly every day for eight years. About a dozen days a year, holidays and days he had been too sick to work, he had just lain on the hateful bed, dozing and nursing his wounds. He had seen the sun only a handful of times in his entire life. Even better, a man had kept his word. A man had promised to help him, and then actually done so. A man had proven to Ari that not all men were monsters. He was in a new place. A better place. The slender Ladyboy, batch brother to Ari, gave him a draught of strong liquor fermented from mushrooms. It wasn't painkillers, but it took Ari out. --- Kip was the main caretaker for that first week. Ari lapsed into a delirious fever, and they didn't have the high-quality Upper tier drugs that Ari usually used. Kip was devoted and nurturing, he still kept Taylor and Radon happy at least once a day, but the rest of his time was for nurturing the sick babbling mutation. He tended to his exhausted little batch-brother tirelessly. During a very gentle sponge bath, Ari woke up and spoke weakly to Kip. "I remember you... The thieves took you. The Keeper told us that if we were bad, then we would be taken like you were." Kip smiled, and wiped Ari's bruised welted sides with the warm cloth. "I remember you. You were always sick, sometimes you couldn't eat, and you would give away a bit of your food. Sometimes, we would help you walk down the hallways." Ari started to cry softly. "Thank you Kip. You are so lucky. You didn't... You didn't have to..." Kip shushed him and gently cradled the weeping boy to his chest. Ari cried into Kip's soft breasts, and Kip could feel that the fever was down. He was able to get a bowl of broth into Ari's stomach and settle him down on the main bed. Ari slept with the rest of them for warmth, but he cringed from any man that wasn't Kip. Radon and Taylor didn't mind. Little Ari was buying them untold luxuries, like alcohol, better weapons, spices, and meat. Ari had also bought them security. Taylor had stored money for the first time in his life, and it felt good. Ari was a victim of chronic beatings and abuse. It was a full ten days before he was healed enough to crawl around the nook without pain, or tearing open his wounds. His feet were deformed and too small to bear his weight evenly, so he wrapped cloth around his knees and palms and crawled around his new home. By then, he was less afraid of Radon and Taylor, but still very shy. He wanted to help, and he was able to assist around the home a little. He did chores, but was too weak to do anything for long before getting tired and hurting. He took frequent naps, and Kip encouraged him. He was getting stronger every day. --- Cato was unable to visit for two weeks, and when he came down, he was astonished by the change. The last time he had seen Ari, he had been nearly comatose. Drugged and bleeding and starved away. Barely conscious. He entered the nook and saw Ari sitting at a stool at the table. Ari's eyes were bright and clear, and he was spooning broth into his mouth with a small trembling hand. He was giggling at some joke the Ladyboy had made. When Ari looked up and saw Cato in the doorway, there was no hesitation. He leapt out of his stool and took four limping steps towards the Regulator before dropping to his hands and knees to crawl. His face was twisted into an expression of pure devotion. Cato stood there, still shocked by the change when Ari reached his feet, and 'climbed' up the large man's body, pulling his slender frame up by grabbing the folds in his pants and his belt and arms. Ari clung to him, burying his face in the folds of his warm jacket and crying softly with joy. "You came back!" The little blonde whispered, nuzzling into Cato's chest. --- Cato could not stay for long. He became shy around the little teenager he had saved. Ari clung to him for the duration of his stay. Cato helped him to limp around and he paid the family their allotment of three tokens. Taylor was tending to the shelves on the second floor, and Kip had gone up to the bed to make love with Radon. Ari and Cato were alone, sitting at the table. Ari was huddled in his lap. The boy was very small and frail. He smelled like soap, and his little body was clean and slightly filled out, not the desperately emaciated and filthy little waif that he had brought to the nook in the first place. Cato rested his hands on Ari's tiny body through the fabric of his clothes. Ari whimpered softly. The touch of the man he was devoted to felt gentle and tingling on his sensitive skin. Even through the fabric the touch was enough to make him feel warm and aroused. Cato's hands were so tender and light on his bruised body. Ari leaned on the Regulator's shoulder and kissed Cato's neck softly. "Thank you Cato. You saved me." Ari's voice was still hoarse. Permanent damage from all of the perverted customers who had choked him over the years. "I think I was going crazy in there. I couldn't keep track of time, or if I was awake. Sometimes I started laughing and I couldn't stop. They hurt me so long." "Please don't hurt me." Ari started to cry softly. His body was the result of men who would exploit their creation. His entire life had been a long road of suffering and neglect. This had been the first time in his short miserable life when he had been able to eat and drink and sleep as much as he wanted to. He had met his first men that were not beasts. He wanted to thank his savior, even if it meant that Cato would have sex with him, and hurt him in the process. Ari kissed Cato again and again, and one of his hands was undoing the buttons on the baggy earth-colored sweater that hung in huge folds on his skinny frame. Ari liked how warm it was. Cato's breath came in jagged pants as the trembling little whore took off the sweater. Cato hesitated, looking at Ari's upper body. It had only been two weeks. Years of constant abuse could not be erased, or even well-faded in such a short period of time. Those delicate, almost feminine shoulders were covered with thin white lines. Deeper pink crescents showed where the bestial Regulator had bitten the little whore deep enough that he needed stitches. The lumps of his spine showed in a delicate trail down to the ghostly near-invisible curve of his buttocks above the waistband of his pants. The little dimples above his buttocks were next to a round pink scar, where some animal had snubbed a live cigarette. Above his buttocks, there were still deep rose-colored blotches. Ari still urinated traces of blood from the vicious attack on his kidneys. His keepers had debated on using one of the precious luxury tokens to risk a doctor, but the bleeding had lessened greatly since the beginning of his recovery. Cato traced the delicate wing-shapes of the boy's shoulder blades and Ari gave a soft whimper. On the front it was even worse. Several severe bruises were partially healed, but still colorful. His nipples were surrounded by more of those deep pink half-moon bite marks. His ribs were still clearly defined, and in more then one place they showed the slightly jilted appearance of being broken and then jostled while they healed. On his vulnerable flat stomach, another shiny pink burn. Cato ran the backs of his fingers along the side of Ari's hip, where he had stroked two weeks ago. The bruising was still there, fainter and yellowy-grey, but still there. Ari shivered and Cato could read the mixture of gratitude and want and hurt and fear in those pretty purply eyes. Cato trembled as he held Ari gently. His cock was raging hard. He was nearly always horny, several of the hormones he was on made him constantly near arousal. The hormones made many of the Regulators into beasts. Ari touched his big wrist with his tiny shaking little hand and led it to his pants. Cato moaned deep in his throat as he felt a hard little prong. How on earth had this sweet little man not gone insane from the pain? From the misery? Cato had a moment of indecision so powerful it nearly tore him apart, a moment trying to save himself from the horny and bestial part of his own nature, trying to overcome the twisted genetics that made him inhuman with his humanity. Humanity won. Ari looked up at him with confusion as he carefully lifted the little man up and into a new seat. His erection stuck out painfully. He picked up the sweater and carefully swaddled his ward in it. He enfolded Ari in his arms and let out a groan that was almost a sob. He smelled the sweet smell of cheap soap in Ari's silky hair. "I want to Ari, I want to so much it hurts." His voice was trembling. "It's only been a few days. You're still beaten up, and probably torn up. Two weeks ago you were so badly hurt that you couldn't even get up to clean yourself. I can't do this now. It would hurt you too much." Ari looked up at him, his violet eyes filled with tears. "I owe you my life Cato." Such a soft little rasp, his voice was like the lick of a cat's tongue. "Thank you. Th-Thank you so much." Ari kissed his forehead softly. Taylor came down the stairs and he saw them like that. Cato was on his knees on the floor and hugging the skinny little boy in the chair, crying like a baby and burying his face into Ari's skinny chest in the baggy sweater. Ari was also crying and kissing the top of his head with his skinny arms wrapped around Cato's neck. Taylor quietly snuck back up the steps. --- Cato had to leave, but he promised that he would be back soon, to see how Ari was healing. The changes wrought in the small teenager were just short of miraculous. Ari did his best to heal. He slept for long periods of time, and did light exercises with Radon's help. Radon had his own workout schedule, and he had enough know-how to bring Ari through a series of light stretches and squats that helped strengthen his scrawny body and helped him heal and become more limber. Ari had agoraphobia, fear of open spaces. He had spent so long crammed in a tiny room, that any open space put him on edge. He didn't want to go outside, or to be in the large warehouse spaces that housed the mushroom farms. Even looking outside of windows made him afraid. He tried to help as much as he could. They taught him how to tend to the mushrooms, and it wasn't an uncommon sight to see the frail boy crawling down the lines of shelves, studiously checking the mushrooms for any signs of rot, and cutting out ones that were diseased or dying. Him and Kip became very close friends. Kip was happy, because Ari was the only person he cared about that he didn't have to sleep with. It was a novel experience for both of the young men. --- For the first time in Ari's life, he was walking without pain. He was wobbling around the nook with a delighted look on his face and a death grip on an old-fashioned metal walker. The four legs of the walker consisted of two rubber wheels and two bases covered with tennis balls. Cato had been behind the walker of course. It had appeared in front of the door one day, connected with a bit of wire to the electrified grate to discourage stealing. The note written one one of the tennis balls said, "Hope this helps, I look forward to seeing you back on your feet, Cato." Regulators didn't have last names. The first names were still relatively new. Regulators used to be known by their district and serial number. Ari was not able to walk for very long. The muscles in his calves were sorely underdeveloped and atrophied. His thigh muscles were strong from crawling, and of course his line of work. After walking though, he had an elated smile, and tears of joy streamed down his face. The Bottom Tier: Ari and Cato He wanted to see Cato badly. He felt better and healthier then he had in years. He was amazed at how much energy he had, how long he could crawl, how long he could stay awake. Being awake wasn't just the time between sleeping anymore. It was fun and enjoyable. The muscles in his face hurt from smiling. He loved Cato with all of his neglected heart. --- One day, when Radon was out selling mushrooms in the streets, Kip approached Taylor, with his cheeks flaming red. Taylor had been reading an old-world book. The kind that was on paper. They were everywhere, and dirt-cheap if you knew where to look. Taylor loved reading. Kip was blushing when Taylor turned to look at him, one eyebrow raised. "I was talking to Ari..." Saying Ari's name seemed to bolster him a little. "He... He has never really had good... ah... sex before. His whole life it's just been hurting. He loves Cato, and wants to...be able to take care of him the next time he comes here." Kip took a deep breath. "The problem, is that he doesn't know how. He's afraid that he wont be able to make Cato enjoy it, because all Ari knows how to do is handle rough customers, and Cato doesn't like it rough. Ari wants to learn how to make love." Kip blushed bright red as Taylor said nothing. "He wants to watch us making love in the bed. If you don't mind... I think it would really help him. He seems very insecure about his abilities." Kip couldn't get any more out. He waited for Taylor to respond. "I'm game. Just tell him to be quiet, I guess." Taylor looked slightly bemused. "When should we..." Kip was still blushing hard. "Um, now I guess." Taylor answered, scratching his neck. Then they both burst out laughing at the pure awkwardness of the situation. --- Ari was set up in a chair, wrapped in blankets and watching them with his curious violet eyes. This would be his first time seeing natural sex. Lovemaking as it was meant to be. Something that wasn't violent or one-sided, something that was mutual, and beautiful. Kip and Taylor were a little awkward at first, but they had already done this dozens of times, and Ari was very quiet. They almost forgot about him as time went on. Taylor took off his clothes, feeling the slight weight of Ari's eyes on him. Kip slid out of his thin t-shirt and sweatpants, baring his body shamelessly for Taylor's eyes. Ari curled up tight and watched, feeling his heart throb. There was such love in their eyes, such tenderness. Taylor nudged Kip so he was lying on the bed, and started to lick and nibble and suck on every part of him, treating his splayed body like a rare and delicious meal. A delicate nibble on one perky nipple, a swirl of a tongue over a flat and vulnerable belly. A caressing suckle on that eager little prick. Ari had to bite on the blankets to muffle a soft moan. He had been trained to moan loudly when he felt aroused, and conversely, to make as little noise as possible when he was in pain. They were having fun, playing. Kip was so vulnerable, so exposed. Kip trusted Taylor so much that he could close his eyes while Taylor nuzzled his most tender areas. A part of Ari's mind kept expecting Kip to cringe and whimper, or Taylor to bite down and draw blood, for those gentle hands to turn into hard grasping fists. But they were so gentle, so loving. Kip was letting out sweet little cries as Taylor teased him, flicking his tongue up and down the insides of those tender thighs. Kip got to experience everything, because Taylor loved to pleasure the Ladyboy, and Radon preferred Kip to pleasure him. Kip got to enjoy the submissive pleasure of sex with Radon, and then got to enjoy being petted and nibbled and teased by his amazing older lover. Ari was reminded of the way Cato had stroked and suckled him. Cato would be a gentle lover. Ari had just been too confused and hurt to realize it. He watched with bright eyes and small breathless little gasps as Taylor and Kip got into a sixty-nine position with Kip on top. Kip's cheeks were bright red and hollowed around Taylor's fat dick, and Taylor was eagerly slurping on Kip's smaller cock. Ari watched Kip climax once, and Taylor tenderly lap up all of the pale release from Kip's rock-hard cock. Ari watched with shiny eyes and a throbbing cock as Taylor put the Ladyboy in his lap, and Kip sat down on his cock with a little shriek of joy. He watched them, and jerked his own cock, wishing with every piece of him that Cato was there. Kip bounced on him with his muscular shapely legs, and Taylor's fat cock slid in and out, well lubed with saliva. Kip was loose enough so that saliva was all the lube they needed. Taylor cried out as Kip's muscular ass clamped down on him as he had a second orgasm, spraying white come all over Taylor's lean stomach and furry chest. Taylor cried out as he came and his come leaked down around the sides of his cock. Ari let out his first sound, a muffled little cry as he came. They both looked at him and the frail boy on the chair blushed furiously and whispered. "Th-That was amazing." The two on the bed started laughing. The look on Ari's face was the priceless mixture of longing and gratitude. When he looked puzzled, they laughed even harder. Eventually Ari gave up and laughed with them. He loved laughing, and how absolutely free it made him feel. By the time he was done, his cheeks were studded with clear pearly tears of joy. --- Radon and Taylor and Kip were all in bed, and Ari was practicing in his walker to give them privacy. Radon and Taylor had both been taken care of, and Kip was dozing between them, content. "Poor kid... He sorta grows on you, doesn't he? Next time he wants to watch someone bump uglies, it's my turn!" Taylor snorted and jokingly cuffed his son. "It was kinda sad though. He just looked so envious. I hope that Cato treats him right. It's a sad fucked-up world and that boy needs a little TLC." Radon let out a long low sigh. "I don't trust that lump. He's a Regulator. I feel like I'm taking blood money... Three token's a week until Cato thinks he's healthy enough to lock in some closet and fuck three times a day. I wouldn't be surprised if the fucker tries to sell him back to a brothel!" Radon sounded bitter, and Taylor briefly considered. Could they really trust the young giant? Then Taylor remembered what he had seen from the stairway. The gigantic cold-blooded killer on his knees with his face buried in Ari's fragile birdlike chest, sobbing like a child. One of them had been born to patrol the streets, and one had been born to satisfy men, but both of them were prisoners. "I don't think we need to worry about that. Kip tells me that Ari was a mistake, and that's why he doesn't have tits or girly parts like the other Ladyboys. I think that Cato was a mistake too, I think they ended up giving him a bit of humanity, along with all of those dog-genes and hormones and killer instincts." "Amen to that." Kip mumbled sleepily. "May I come in?" Whispered Ari, from where he had been listening at the door. --- Two wonderful things happened on the same day. Ari hobbled to the toilet early that morning, and when he looked into the bowl there wasn't a trace of blood. His body was finally starting to feel healthy, instead of just fragile and bruised. The second thing, Cato came to visit. Ari flinched when the door started to open, and then his violet eyes grew moist with pure joy. He carefully got up and hobbled to the door on his walker, smiling at the hulking figure in the doorway. There was something slightly pathetic, but overwhelmingly hopeful about the clumsy little gait that Ari had on the walker. Little string-like paddings of muscle had developed in his atrophied calves and ankles. His body had filled out a little more, and he wasn't as frail as he had been. His face shone with pure joy. He looked so healthy and happy. He had gained ten pounds in the seven weeks outside of the brothel. He looked so much better, Cato could barely believe it. He stepped inside, and as the door began to clatter shut behind him, the giant scooped the skinny little teenager into his arms and held him tight. Ari felt so safe, held up so that his toes barely brushed the concrete floor, protected on all sides by the muscular body of the man who had saved his life. --- Taylor and Radon and Kip stayed out of their way. Kip offered up drinks or a meal, and Cato accepted both. Ari was curious, and he liked listening to Cato's voice, so he asked the younger man about his life. Cato sat down on the bed, Ari curled up and rested his head on Cato's thigh. Cato spoke, at first hesitantly, but with gaining confidence. Ari closed his eyes and learned about the Regulator schools, and the cramped rooms he had shared with seven other boys. Cato spoke about the brutal training camps, about a twelve-year-old Regulator who was shot because he had a badly broken femur. He spoke about his time in the streets of the Upper Tier, about suppressing a Middle Tier riot. Cato felt like there had been a knot in his chest, but it was loosening, softening, undoing. Ari listened to him, and comforted him. Ari was like a kind of therapy. After a slight pause, Ari sat up, and leaned his small lanky body into Cato's chest. He rubbed his cheek gently against Cato's neck, and kissed him on the adam's apple. He was like a cat, rubbing his body against Cato and practically purring. Cato lifted the little teenager into his lap. Ari curled up his legs, and snuggled up against Cato. His eyes were closed, and the long girlish eyelashes lay on his striking cheekbones. Ari really was a beautiful boy. Cato ran his fingertips very gently along the lines of Ari's slender throat. The top Ari was wearing was a soft wide-necked sweater made of trashcloth. Trashcloth was a substance made of any type of cloth ripped to fibers and then pressed into a soft kind of yarn. This batch was very soft, almost like dryer lint. Ari cooed softly and kissed Cato's wrist. "I...I still hurt down there, but we can... but we can still..." Ari felt a strange hesitancy that he had never felt before. He was shy. It had never happened before because the thousands of men he had slept with, they hadn't meant anything. He hadn't felt one iota of trust or loyalty or love for any of them. His shy love for Cato was something new, and a little frightening. Cato leaned in and kissed him gently. "May I pleasure you Ari?" Ari was breathless from the kiss. He looked so beautiful and innocent when he whispered back. "May I return the favor when you're done?" Cato answered by gently nudging him so he lay on the top quilt. Ari was on his back, his legs slightly splayed, and the massive Regulator leaning over him and touching his body as if he were something precious and breakable. Ari whimpered softly with arousal and closed his eyes to the beautiful sensations. Cato gently nibbled his neck with just his lips, not his teeth. Ari was very sensitive, and he whimpered sweetly. Cato flicked his tongue in that little cup at the center of his collarbone. Ari looked so much healthier, but he was still so frail. Cato put his hands under the hem of the soft trashcloth shirt, and Ari lifted his arms to slide out of it. Cato kissed the center of his chest, that narrow vulnerable chest. He kissed and licked those tiny pink nipples. Ari put his hands on Cato's head, feeling the dark stubble under his fingers, moaning softly. Cato was so gentle. Cato was healing him. Ari kept expecting something bad to happen. He consciously knew that Cato wouldn't hurt him, but his body was conditioned after years of abuse, to flinch. He kept flinching, shrinking away from Cato's touch, but nothing bad happened. It was just Cato's gentle inflaming touch on his sensitive skin. Ari stroked his hands across Cato's shaven skull, his heart aching with desire and joy. It felt good. This was the sort of thing that Kip had, and now he had it too. Cato unbuttoned the fly of his corduroy pants in anticipation. Ari whimpered softly as Cato's gentle exploring mouth nibbled down the V of his slender hips towards his stiff hairless cock. Ladyboys had an altered skin structure, so the hair only grew on their eyebrows and scalp. Ari wrapped his slender thighs around Cato's neck as the Regulator reached what he had been going for. Ari grasped handfuls of quilt and arched his frail body with a sweet cry. Cato had done this once before. Ari was clean and sane and consenting, which made it a hundred times better. Ari's cock was pale like the rest of him. Cato gently ran his tongue from the thicker base to the sensitive spot right under the spongy head. He had nearly no experience, but he knew what felt good on himself. Cato felt a surge of arousal and love when the little waif cried out softly with how good it felt. He had Ari writhing and moaning with pleasure, and after all the pain that he had gone through, it was an amazing feeling to give Ari some pleasure. Cato engulfed the hot head of Ari's cock in his mouth and made a seal with his lips, sucking gently on just the head, swirling his tongue around it. Ari shuddered with pleasure and he clenched his teeth to try and muffle the delirious groans. He felt ashamed at how out of control his body was, but he had never experienced anything so wonderful. Cato could feel Ari's pulse at the tip of hit tongue, racing like the heart of a rabbit. He could taste a droplet of precome, strangely sweet against his tongue. All of the sperm cells in that droplet of precome were either already dead, or swimming in useless crooked circles. Ladyboys couldn't breed. Cato moved down slowly, keeping his lips pursed, giving Ari the amazing and never-felt sensation of penetration. It hit some long-forgotten dominant impulse in the shuddering Ladyboy, and Ari put his hands on Cato's head, forcing him down harder. 'Forcing' was a strong word, not only because Cato could have killed Ari with one hand, but because he willingly bobbed his head up and down under the instruction of those slender hands. He drew his tongue in a rough lick up Ari's cock, making the boy shudder and mew with ecstasy. Cato cradled Ari's testes in his hand, gently rolling the tender globes inside the delicate sac. Ari was trembling like a leaf and looking at him with those devoted violet eyes. Ari was afraid, he couldn't help being afraid. Part of him knew that Cato wouldn't hurt him, but so many people had hurt him, so many people had squeezed and slapped and bitten and kicked and punched him between the legs. So many people had touched him with a gentle caress only to viciously twist or maul that area. Ari couldn't help the convulsive shivering that took over his entire body, and the cold sweat that beaded on his chest and back and thighs. Cato could feel how frightened the boy was, and his heart ached. He leaned forward and gently ran his tongue over the silky skin. Ran his tongue over the three round cigarette burns, feeling the slight roughness. Ari closed his eyes and let his head fall back. It felt good. He had been hurt down there so many times, but now it felt good. After gently bathing the entire area with his tongue, Cato went back to Ari's throbbing drooling little cock. He tasted the sweet flow of precome and his cheeks hollowed as he sucked, bobbing his head up and down. Ari clutched the sheets and let out low mews of pleasure over and over as Cato's head moved over him. Ari was inarticulate with the numbing pleasure, but Cato knew when he was getting close. The flow of precome increased, and Ari's moans grew higher and more frantic. Cato wanted it. Cato wanted his frail lover's come in his mouth. He wanted to bring his little waif to orgasm. He milked Ari's cock, making a tight seal at the base with the head of his cock at the back of his throat, and slowly pulled away, making an intense feeling of withdrawal and gentle suction. Ari's back arched to almost a perfect half-circle, and he screamed with joy. Cato choked slightly at the spurt of sweet sterile come that flooded his mouth. Ari whimpered softly, squirming a little at how sensitive he felt. He felt so good, so safe, so cared for. Cato lifted his head and crawled up the bed to kiss Ari's forehead and hug the frail boy tight to him. "Thank you." Ari whispered, his purply eyes gleaming with tears of love and joy. Cato hugged his lover as tight as he dared. He wanted to be pleasured so badly, but if Ari wasn't ready... His anxiety was thrown away when Ari kissed him and started fumbling with the rectangular steel buttons on his steel-grey coat. Cato helped him, and squirmed out of his jacket. Ari helped him to undress completely, absent-mindedly squirming out of his own corduroy pants. First the Jacket, then the thin layer of alloy-kevlar cloth that served as a lightweight (for a regulator anyway, it was almost forty pounds) flexible cover for his entire torso. The cover would halt blades and low-caliber bullets and darts. Ari undid the complicated rows of straps and buckles patiently, taking away his defenses one by one. Cato helped Ari to heave the heavy metal-infused cloth to the floor, where it fell with a stiff rattle. Ari stripped off the padded undershirt while Cato held his thick arms over his head. Cato's body was muscular and elongated from the genetic engineering that had made him seven feet tall and upped his hormone levels. He had some thick soft hair on his huge chest, and large rose-colored nipples. Unlike Kip and Ari, he didn't have a navel. Pleasure slaves were grown in individual polyurethane wombs, so at any moment, they could be constantly monitored and any minor deformities could be corrected with minuscule surgical tools. The false wombs had a feeding tube that went into the fetus's stomach, making a navel. Regulators were made on an industrial scale, in shallow steel vats, with their nutrients absorbed through the skin. It was a relatively simple switch of one gene to make that possible. Cato had layers of latticed scars over his broad pale back. He had a black tattoo of a long bar code at the base of his neck. His ridged stomach had a puckered bullet wound scar on the left side. Ari huddled into Cato's arms. He kissed the scar on his stomach, and ran his fingers across the countless scars on his back. The large strong Regulator was as much of a prisoner as he had been. Cato pressed his lips to Ari's mouth. His lover understood, and felt his pain. His lover ached with him, and loved him. The love in those altered eyes was strong and unshakable. Ari unstrapped the tall combat boots. The boots had short blunt steel cleats at the bottom, and a blunt steel edge at the toe and heel. In the Upper Tier, they called them 'Riot Boots' and in the other tiers, they called them 'Bleeders.' Ari stripped off the boots and the thick socks, running his fingers down the pale, and surprisingly soft skin. He unbuckled the thick SteelFiber belt and pushed the black uniform trousers down and pulled them off. It took a while to completely strip Cato down to his skin, and Ari enjoyed it. It was a sensual, almost tender act. When Cato was stripped of everything, even his plain black briefs, Ari crawled up between his muscular legs and picked up Cato's thick cock in his hand. He gently hefted it from hand to hand, giving Cato a shy smile. The Regulator was reclining, leaning on a pile of pillows and quilts. He seemed very large for the bed. He smiled back, and closed his eyes at the feeling of Ari's cold little hands on his throbbing cock. Ari's first move was a gentle little lick on the side. Cato groaned low in his throat as Ari covered his cock with soft little kitten licks. The heat was building in his groin, and it felt so good to finally have a man doing this. He remembered the first time, where Ari had been so numb and exhausted that he had just been fucking his own throat on Cato's cock. The Bottom Tier: Ari and Cato Now Ari was skillful and alert, using his fingers to cradle and tickle and tease him, kissing and nibbling and licking the warm sensitive skin. Nuzzling his soft cheeks against his rigid member and stroking the tender skin behind his testes with his fingers. In short, Ari was playing him like an instrument, making pleasure flow through him in waves. Cato wasn't nearly as vocal, but Ari was surprising moans and yelps and cries of ecstasy from the big Regulator. Below them, in the cavernous warehouse, Taylor looked up, hearing the yelping cries and smirking slightly. If Ari was anywhere as skilled as Kip, he knew perfectly well what the giant was going through. Kip and Radon had both been listening as well. Kip was smiling, and glad. It sounded like Cato was being gentle, and Ari was enjoying it. Radon had been more suspicious, and he listened right outside the door, holding his gun and waiting for the first cry of pain from his fragile ward. As suspicious as he was, even Radon couldn't make out the slightest bit of evidence that Ari wasn't enjoying his time with the Regulator. He eventually gave up and went looking around for Kip, as he had gotten aroused by the sounds he heard. Ari was stroking Cato, licking him, sucking him, and Cato couldn't hold on for one second longer. He roared with arousal and gave one powerful pump of his hips. Ari took it smoothly without gagging. It took a lot to make him gag, so he didn't start to choke until Cato's come flowed into his mouth. Ari licked and sucked gently at Cato's thick cock, milking him, trying to get every drop of come out of him. Cato yipped slightly, as he was very sensitive. Ari crawled up and rested by Cato, pulling the quilt up to cover them. They didn't need to say anything right away, they just closed their eyes to rest. Both of them felt an overwhelming sense of love and belonging in the man by their side. --- Radon was a little embarrassed that he had been so suspicious of Cato, when all three of them had peeked in the room to see the two naked and snuggling in each other's arms. Kip made him feel better with an apology-accepted-blowjob. The three men tiptoed around the house, and Radon was a little miffed that the bed was taken, but both Kip and Taylor just ignored him. They didn't get a lot of time together, and Taylor didn't want to spoil what little time they had. --- Ari woke up first, and Cato's back was to him. Ari snuggled closer, pressing his face into the back of Cato's neck, smelling soap and light sweat. Cato groaned and rolled over, nearly squishing him as he crawled out from under the Regulator's muscular bulk. Cato opened his eyes and sat up, looking vulnerable and human without his clothes. Ari huddled in his lap and kissed him drowsily. He felt heavy and lazy and warm with sleep and satisfaction. He ached with love for the man who had given him so much. Cato stretched and started to pull his underwear on reluctantly. Ari clung to him like a baby lemur. Cato chuckled as he simply refused to let go. "I can come back next week." He murmured, gently breaking Ari's grip. He hugged the teenager tightly and pulled on his trousers and undershirt. Ari stood up to help him, when he saw some scars on Cato's muscular left buttock. He reached out and touched them, a wordless question. His weak legs gave up on him and he fell back onto the bed, looking up at Cato. The scars spelt out a name. They were old and white and twisted, but Ari could still make out the name. Damin. "Cato?" A soft question. Cato let out a long sigh and hitched up his trousers to buckle the belt. Instead of continuing to get dressed he sat next to Ari and pulled the naked boy into his lap. He hugged Ari, not tight enough to hurt, but tight. "When I was in training, I was a loner. Some of the other boys, they would get into packs. When I was fourteen, a group of seventeens cornered me in the bathroom after dark. They did that sometimes. They waited in the bathrooms for one of the younger boys to come in. I was smaller then them, and I was tired and worn out from the forty mile run." Cato trembled slightly with anger and shame. Ari bit his tongue, and buried his face in the big man's chest. "There were six of them, and they all had a go. Damin was their leader, and he went twice. He carved his name into my ass, and told everyone that I was weak. After that I trained harder, I started carrying homemade weapons. If the guards confiscated them, I made more." "When I saw you in that bed, I... I just... I knew that there were thousands, maybe tens of thousands of others like you, but for some reason, I just couldn't let you stay there. Couldn't let them keep hurting you. I almost went insane after seven times. I have no idea how you stayed sane. I love you Ari." Ari clung to him, tears leaking from his eyes. "Don't go. Please don't go." After a long moment, Cato gently broke Ari's grip, and wiped his own eyes with his sleeve. "Someday Ari... Someday I'll become an officer. I'll buy a little apartment in the Middle Tier, and I can get you a Middle Tier license. Maybe you can get a job, a real job in the Upper Tier. We'll live together. It will be a hard life, but at least we'll have each other. You can visit Kip and Taylor and Radon as often as you want." "Not now though." Ari whispered, his eyes filled with tears. Cato gently wiped Ari's eyes with his sleeve. "No not now, but as soon as I can. You've waited your entire life, so I'm just asking you to wait a bit longer. At least you're safe now. No one can hurt you here, I monitor the old cameras around here all the time. Normally, the law turns a blind eye down here, but for the last month, every time a thief so much as sneezes in this district I've gotten Regulators down here. You're safe, and no one's hurting you. I want to keep it that way." Ari clung to Cato's hand and kissed it gently. "Thank you Cato. Thank you." Cato scooped up Ari into his arms and they stayed that way for several minutes, not speaking, just holding each other, trying to memorize the feel of each other's bodies and the smell of each other's skin and the beat of each other's hearts. The world was full of pain and suffering, but in this warehouse, they were just five men caught up in all of it. Five men who refused to be cowed, and five men who would do anything to love, and be loved. THE END The Bottom Tier Revisited *All characters are 18+* Radon and Taylor ran, head down, through the thick filthy sleet. The icy rain had started out as clean white snow, but then it was stained by factory smoke and melted by the roads and buildings it passed. By the time snow got to the Bottom Tier, it was filthy mush that was more dangerous then snow. Snow was insulating, if you didn't have a home you could make a nest in the snow lined with blankets and be fairly warm. The sleet penetrated clothes and made icy rivers in the streets and thousands in the Bottom Tier died of exposure, hypothermia, and pneumonia. Radon and Taylor were soaked to the bone. Their shoes were icy puddles in which they could hear, but no longer feel, their toes squishing in. They were very close to the nook. Someone had been waiting for them. As soon as the two drenched figures were close enough to see, the electrified metal grate lost it juice and it opened slowly. The two half-drowned men darted in and the door slammed shut. Taylor could barely see, but he felt a pair of hands wrestling with his clothing, tearing off layer after layer of coats and sweaters and scarves, all soaking wet. The air was warm, and thick with steam. Suddenly Taylor gasped as a hot wet cloth was pressed against his numb bare chest. The skinny bundled-up figure had run over to Radon and was now tearing his clothes off with a frightened intensity. Little piles of bedraggled clothing grew on the clean concrete floor. Taylor wiped his eyes with the steaming cloth, melting the ice that had formed in his eyebrows and warming his numbed (but thankfully not frostbit) ears. He could finally see. He saw the cave-like chamber of his home, filled with the shelves of wood-growing mushrooms that saved him and his kin from starvation and sickness. He saw the five big buckets of steaming water that his new ward must've tended relentlessly, waiting for them to get home. Then he saw his ward. Dressed warmly in tatty (but clean) sweater and corduroy pants, the young boy darted around them with a quick birdlike efficiency. He looked like a normal, if slightly feminine, boy, but he was not. Not quite. "Warm up guys!" He said in an anxious voice. "It's freezing out there, so warm up and get to bed. I'll put these away and clean the guns and warm up some soup." Taylor let out a chuckle that turned midway into a wheezing cough. A week ago the frail boy wouldn't have said shit if he had a mouthful, now he was bossing them around, and he sounded so damn cute when he did. Taylor and Radon swabbed their shivering naked bodies with hot cloths and ran up the spiral staircase to get to the shared bed. Kip had only been in the nook for eight days, and already the warehouse was showing his influence. The floors were swept, all of their blankets and clothing had been washed (a monumental chore, all the water had to be heated by hand and all of the clothes had to be scrubbed by hand). Kip had fixed the wobbling table with a chunk of wood and everything had a clean homier feel. His cooking was a lot better too. The father and son dived under the clean covers to find another welcome surprise. Kip had seeded the covers with rubber pouches of hot water. The covers were nice and toasty already. Radon looked at his father with his brows raised ironically. "Say it Dad." It had become a joke. A thing they said so often about Kip that it was almost a motto. Taylor sighed theatrically. "I *love* that Ladyboy. Happy?" Radon chucked. "Always happy Dad; why didn't we bring him home the first time?" The two men shivered back to warmth as the slender Ladyboy came up the stairs with two chipped bowls of stew. The stew had mushrooms (of course) chicken flavoring, rehydrated onions and carrots, and a liberal dosage of spicing. Kip had thickened the broth with flour, and the stew was making their mouths water. Kip handed them their bowls and casually stripped down to his underwear so he could slip under the covers between them. He kept an ace bandage wrapped around his chest during the day to stop his breasts from jiggling, and he wore a pair of tatty briefs. The two men devoured the soup, and Kip snuggled with them. The change in him was drastic, and fantastic. He had barely a shadow of his old bruises anymore, and he had managed to put on a little weight. His muscles and body had filled out, and he was no longer the fragile frame of skin and bone that he had been. His hair had grown long enough so that you couldn't see his scalp, and he had confessed that he wanted to grow it out, but he had cut it short because of lice. Soon the mismatched spoons were scraping the bottom of mismatched bowls. Radon put his down on the floor near the bed with a sigh of contentment and he began wrestling playfully with Kip. Kip giggled and whammed him in the face with a pillow. Radon did the same and the force was enough to knock the giggling Ladyboy onto Taylor's lap. Taylor picked him up and nuzzled the side of his neck, where he knew the Ladyboy was sensitive and ticklish. Kip laughed helplessly, squirming as Radon joined the onslaught. He had never laughed so hard or so long in his entire life. When they stopped he went limp, still giggling breathlessly, gasping for air and suddenly so happy that he started to cry a little. "Taylor? Radon?" Both men were a little startled by the tearful note in his voice. "Yeah Kip?" "What's wrong Kip?" Kip let out another weak tearful chuckle. "N-Nuthin's wrong... I just want to thank you guys again. I'm being such a b-baby right n-now aren't I?" Tears were streaming down a face that was nearly split in two by his goofy sheepish grin. Both men were a little relieved. Radon leaned in to kiss Kip's cheek and Taylor gave him a little squeeze. The two men looked at each other in a silent battle of wills. Taylor lost. He groaned softly and got up, putting on slippers (holey canvas shoes) and wrapping a blanket around his naked body. "I'll be downstairs," he said in a faux-grumpy voice. --- As soon as his father was out of sight Radon grabbed the Ladyboy by the waist and rolled so Kip was on top, straddling his hips. "Love you Sweetheart." Radon murmured. "Now can you give me some lovin'?" Kip smiled and wiped the tears from his face. He unwound the ace bandage from his chest and Radon moaned greedily when the stretchy cloth fell away and those little pink nipples grew hard points in the chill air. "I think I'm ready... for real this time." Kip had been saying that over and over for the last eight days. Taylor had insisted that they give him some time to heal. "I know it will be a little sore, but you wont hurt me, and I wont mind if it hurts a little." "Please?" He looked so miserable. He leaned down to kiss Radon and the older man groaned softly at the feel of those hard little nipples against his chest. Kip's mouth was soft and wet and yielding. Radon was human, and he couldn't resist the urge behind those beautiful dark eyes. "Alright." He conceded. "But if it hurts at all, I'm pulling out...'Kay?" "Yeah." The Ladyboy whispered before plunging back into the kiss. --- Taylor was downstairs, sponging his body clean with the hot water Kip had heated up when he heard a thin wavering cry. His head jerked up immediately. Normally Kip was so quiet, but that sound had been audible two stories away, and it sounded like he was in pain. He swore softly and wrapped the blanket around his shoulders, marching upstairs. When he walked into the room and turned on the light he froze. He was presented with a view of Kip's slender sweaty back as he knelt on Radon's cock and was thrashing his body up and down, his head tilted towards the ceiling and screaming with pleasure. Radon's hips were moving in a brutal rhythm and the Ladyboy was enjoying it immensely. They both looked at him with wide shocked eyes but the Ladyboy kept moving, he was too close to stop. "DAD!" Radon bellowed. "OUT!!" Taylor leapt down into the staircase, embarrassed, and aroused. --- When a sweet breathless voice timidly asked him to come in, Taylor walked in with his eyebrow raised and his arms crossed. The two were both naked under the covers and both were blushing a bright furious red. Kip had shared their beds, but it had always been very private. "Radon, out." Taylor's tone was very dry. "Yes Dad." He muttered quietly. He put on a pair of pants and wrapped a blanket around his shoulders and nearly ran to the staircase. Taylor slipped in with Kip and wrapped his arms around the boy. Kip huddled into his chest, kissing him softly. His slender body was damp with clean sweat. "I take it you're ready?" Kip blushed and nodded wordlessly. "Catch your breath for a minute or two, then we can start." After a few minutes of Kip's heavy breathing, the young Ladyboy stretched and lay on his stomach. "I'm ready Taylor." He said meekly, looking up at him with those pretty grateful eyes. "Damn, I guess you are." Taylor gently massaged those sleek sweaty shoulders for about a minute, relaxing the Ladyboy further. Only then did he reach around his slim torso to grope himself a handful of those firm little breasts. The nipple pressed incessantly into his palm like a bead. Kip groaned softly, spent, but still ready for more. Taylor leaned down and started sucking on the boy's slender throat. Taylor and Radon had different ways of seducing the Ladyboy. Taylor was slower, and gentler. Radon was rougher, but he knew all of Kip's tender areas, and loved the boy very much. Both styles were different, and Kip loved them both. Taylor had always spent more time on foreplay, so it was good that he was going second. Kip had a chance to get hard again. Kip moaned softly and frantically with lust when Taylor began to grind his hips up and down on the young Ladyboy's ass. Taylor's weight on top of him felt good. It felt right. Taylor, in turn, loved the Ladyboy under him. Taylor had always loved men and women, and Kip was like a find from heaven. Whenever the boy was on his stomach it was so easy to pretend he was having sex with a woman, and when the boy was on his back, he was a lovely young man who just happened to have breasts. Kip squealed softly when he felt Taylor's clever fingers teasing his opening. Kip had tried to clean himself out as well as he could, and Taylor's fingers were wet with saliva. His asshole was so tender and sensitive. The little pink bud opened like a flower to Taylor's slick fingers. Taylor swore softly. The little bud was not virginal and tight, but the muscles clamped and rippled on his fingers in a way that he knew would feel amazing on his cock. His dick throbbed eagerly, and he was so aroused. He would finally get to make love to the precious young man who had changed their lives so thoroughly in the last week. Taylor nibbled at Kip's ear. "Are you ready, my pretty one?" Tears briefly filled Kip's eyes at the mention of that pet name. It was the name Taylor had used when he had bought Kip's body two weeks ago. Back when Kip had been a cowering bruised shadow trembling with fear and ready to sell his body and soul for a mouthful of food and a kind touch. Taylor had called him 'pretty one' and fed him and was gentle to him when all he had ever come to expect was cruelty. His voice was a little choked up when he answered. "Yes Taylor, please fuck me!" Taylor was happy to oblige. He was gentle and slow when he pried Kip open. He was slower and more tender then Radon, and he moved carefully to make sure every stroke scraped the boy's prostate. He held his weight up on his hands so he wouldn't crush the boy and he fucked Kip until he was screaming with ecstasy. Kip gasped and moaned with every stroke of his thick powerful cock. It took a little longer for the both of them to reach climax, but when they did they came together. As one they cried out; Taylor with a hoarse groan and Kip with a wailing scream. Taylor felt as if his entire body had been drained, and that he would never be able to come again. His groan ached slowly and hotly, the good kind of ache. --- It was nighttime, and the three men were in bed together. They had bathed and eaten and were now dozing. Kip was already snoring softly. "I *love* that Ladyboy." Taylor murmured. Radon laughed sleepily and snuggled closer. Taylor rolled his eyes. He loved Kip, and he loved his son, but they both liked to hog the sheets. THE END *This was not one of my 'sweeping epics'. This was just a story that was going to be one shot, but several comments and feedback changed my mind. The 'Power of the People' if you will. This just goes to show the effect you have on authors if you bother to share your opinion. Please slay this epilogue in the comments, I fuck up a lot, and I don't always see what I do wrong. Thank you!* The Bottom Tier Taylor gently wiped the semen from Kip's flushed face. "That was excellent, pretty one. I'm just going to tell Radon that it's his turn." Taylor went to the mouth of the alley. He turned to his only son and took a deep breath before telling him what to do. "That is one fucked up kid in there, Radon, but he is also a very sweet kid and I want you to be very gentle with him. He's a Ladyboy, so all his life he's been hurt and tied up and treated like shit. I've seen Ladyboys topside, their not just brainless sex toys, most of their appeal is that they still feel pain and they cry." "Sure Dad, I don't wanna hurt the kid... does he give a good blowjob?" "One of the best, Son." Taylor said gravely, a small smile on his face. Radon was more then satisfied by the beautiful Ladyboy. His father had told the truth, Kip did give one hell of a blowjob. The boy wiped the come off of his face and ate it. Radon was slightly horrified to see real hunger on the Ladyboy's face. Kip was eating it not to be sexy, but because he was hungry. Kip took a paper bag filled with mushrooms and he paused before melting into the shadows. "C-Can I c-come b-back sometime?" "Of course." Radon panted eagerly. "Anytime." Kip smiled. --- Kip opened his eyes. He had hid within his safe place for five days; resting, healing, and recuperating. His body still hurt, but the terrible pain of the five men who had violated him was beginning to fade. Kip had gained a little weight and was healthier then he had been in months. The mushrooms were gone. Kip got dressed after washing his body as best as he could. He used a rag dipped in a puddle. Kip wanted to get more food, but it was more then that. Taylor and Radon had been kind to him. Taylor had stroked him to climax, and both men had been gentle with him. Kip had learned to survive in the Bottom Tier, not making noise, hiding without food for days at a time, never trusting anyone. However, despite the abuse he had suffered as a child and on the streets, Kip was lonely. He desperately needed the touch of a human being, one who wouldn't hurt him. Now he had found it, he hoped. He was dressed in the torn jeans and thin shirt. He had wadded up rags and put them under his shirt as insulation to the bitter October winds. He shivered as the wind sliced through his meager protection and cringed. Winters were unbearably harsh in the Bottom Tier. In each one Kip had almost died of starvation and exposure. Kip felt naked without his collar, so he tied a thin strip of cloth around his neck and felt a little better. Kip crawled through the dark alleys of the Bottom Tier. He walked past a pimp with a sleek Taser in each hand and three little girls cowering around him. They were dressed scantily in flimsy pink summer dresses that exposed their young bodies to leering eyes and bitter winds. Kip was tormented by doubt as he got closer and closer. What if they weren't there? What if they changed their minds and wanted to hurt him, or sell him to the Upper Tier? What if they didn't like him anymore? Kip felt so nauseous with fear that he retched feebly, barely able to keep the contents of his stomach. Kip was so distracted that he didn't make his usual, invisible trek through the shadows. A scrawny gang member who lived by stealing from others saw a flash of the Ladyboy's pale skin. His Meth-sharpened eyes glittered. He couldn't tell if it was a boy or a girl, but it was small and frail and whatever it was, it could be sold to a pimp for weeks of food or days of Meth. Kip saw the skinny man on his trail a moment later. He moved faster, raw panic flashing through him. He would be raped, beaten, humiliated, sold to either a pimp or the Upper Tier. He ran out into the openness of the street where he had gone the last time, his eyes were glassy with exhaustion and terror he was sobbing for air and hyperventilating. For a few terrible moments, Kip was certain that it was the point of no return, the man was closing in and taking out a pair of plastic zip-cuffs to restrain him once he had caught him. "Kip! Hey, over here!" The voice was gruff and loud and full of life and health. The terrified Kip looked over and the steel bands around his lungs loosened. The tiny Ladyboy fled to the broad-shouldered young man with a machine gun around his thick neck. Radon chuckled as the frightened boy wrapped his skinny arms around his lean, muscled torso, burying his face in the threadbare cloth of his overcoat. "I was beginning to think that you wouldn't come back little guy." He noticed that the boy was still shaking with fear and fatigue. "Hey, what's wrong?" Then Radon saw the scowling, scrawny man who was leering at the Ladyboy in his arms. Radon growled and put a protective arm around Kip's skinny shoulders. "Hey, hey Kip? How about we go to the nook?" The younger boy looked up with a sweet, confused look on his face. "It's where we live, me and my Dad. It will be a lot safer." "Y-Yes Sir. P-please." Kip could barely talk, he was panting so hard. Radon frowned a little and he nudged the boy, "Hey, you don't need to call me sir, just Radon. I like you, Kip." Kip smiled shyly and his neglected heart almost melted in a wave of affection. He huddled under Radon's arm and smiled until his face hurt. --- The nook was an old warehouse. It was squat, and small, and about three stories tall. All of the windows were boarded up and all of the doors were welded shut. An heavy black grate surrounded the only door that wasn't welded. "Electrified." Radon said proudly. "I did it myself." Then the older man cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, "Hey, Dad, come out here! I got us a friend!" Kip was high-strung and nervous from being in the open, so he jumped about a foot in the air when the door clanked and shuddered open. Radon led him into the gloom of the dimly lit nook. Kip's jaw dropped open as he saw the sight inside. Row after row of wooden shelving was covered with mushrooms. They made their swift growth in the darkness. Kip had never seen this much food in his entire life. His legs trembled and he almost collapsed. He would have if Radon hadn't caught his skinny shoulders as he fell. "S-Sorry." He stammered. "But there's so m-much..." Radon chuckled. "A lot of the people we bring here are surprised. This is how we make our living. We're healthy, we don't have blacklung, and we're not wasting away from drugs or STDs because we aren't unhappy enough to shoot up poison and we have enough to buy condoms." Radon looked at Kip curiously. "Is it true, what Dad said, that you can't catch or carry STDs?" Kip nodded. "There are immunity shots in the Upper Tier, but they are really expensive, even for rich people, and they are very painful." A broad-shouldered man descended into the dimly lit level. "Kip!" Taylor bellowed, a huge grin on his lean face. "It's damned good to see you again, we thought you had disappeared!" Kip shyly looked down as the older man neared him. Two pairs of eyes strayed to the Ladyboy's firm breasts and perky ass. He looked worlds better then the last time. The deep shadows under his eyes had faded and he wasn't as skeletally thin. He moved easier and he was smiling. His large, dark eyes glimmered softly with genuine pleasure at seeing them and his full lips were slightly parted to reveal small, neat teeth. His shorn head and sweet features and feminine body all made him look very young. Taylor was looking at him with a kind of lust when Radon intervened, scowling a little. "C'mon Dad... not right away! Let the poor guy get something to eat first!" Taylor's cheeks flushed a little, "Uh, yeah, sorry Kip." Kip was smiling and he took a step forward to hug the older man hard. "Thank you." He whispered softly, "Thank you for everything." --- Kip sat on a worn wooden chair with a threadbare blanket around his thin shoulders. The tiny Ladyboy was in heaven. They were feeding him; feeding the starved Ladyboy a bowl of fried mushrooms mixed in with dried onions and a protein packet. The bowl of food was larger then what he normally got to eat in three days and it was rich in flavor and protein. He ate until his shrunken stomach was feeling weird and heavy. He wondered if maybe he was sick, but then Kip realized that that strange heavy sensation was just being full. "I can't eat anymore." The Ladyboy whispered shyly. ""I'm full." Taylor and Radon couldn't help smiling at the soft look of wonder on the young man's face. "You can go first Dad. I'll stay down here and clean up." Kip looked up at Taylor and smiled sweetly his bruised, wounded heart melting with love for these kind men. "Come on upstairs pretty one... we can have a good time there." --- The nook was lush and rich; a mansion compared to the tiny nest of rags that Kip slept in. Two stories had bookshelf after bookshelf of rich mushrooms. The second floor had a closed off area that had maybe been an office area a hundred years ago. There was a single massive bed heaped with layers of thick coverlets and quilts. Taylor began stripping off his layers of clothes, unashamedly exposing his lean strong body to the frigid air. He saw Kip shivering in his thin clothes and the tatty blanket around his shoulders. "It's cold Hon, we'll wait till we warm up first." He lifted away about half of the covers and Kip slid between them. A few moments later Taylor slipped in as well, shivering and clad only in tattered underwear. At first the quilt under them was cold and the woolen blanket above was scratchy, but the Ladyboy just huddled into Taylor's arms, burying his face in the warm salt-and-pepper scruff of his chest hair. The blankets warmed up well with two bodies huddled under them. Taylor felt the fragile creature in his arms cry a little into his chest. Kip was so overwhelmed by the warmth and the fullness and the kindness that he was crying. Taylor groaned softly as the boy sucked sweetly at one of his nipples. The boy's face was smooth and relaxed, his eyes closed and his mouth smiling around the dark pink nub. He burrowed into the nipple like a kitten suckling for milk. The soft innocence of that face and the warm wet massage made Taylor groan softly with arousal. "Mmmm" the Ladyboy purred softly, "Mmmm" The boy nuzzled into his chest, lapping at his warm salty skin. Taylor groaned deep in his throat when the Ladyboy reached into his tatty briefs and carefully explored his cock with his cool fingers. Kip lifted his head and gently pressed his soft cold lips to Taylor's mouth. Taylor growled softly and leaned forward to ravage the boy's mouth. Kip tasted like the meal he had just eaten, and the two kissed in the warming bed as Kip's cold little hand gained rhythm and stroked Taylor in time with the gentle bumping of his hips. Taylor could feel the hard hot little nub of Kip's cock rubbing against his thigh. As the whimpering Ladyboy sucked on his probing tongue, Taylor reached down and engulfed Kip's sexy little prick in his hand. The boy's cock was hard and as hot as a live coal, dribbling precome. Kip let out a sweet cry and began humping his hand, fucking the slick hollow of his loosely curled fingers. Kip broke the kiss, and Taylor looked into his dark sparkling eyes. "I'm ready Sir. I didn't f-fuck anyone for five days, a-and I think I'm r-ready." "Shh... That's good Kip, but if it hurts I'm not gonna do it. You don't have to feel guilty because some bastard hurt you." What Taylor just said was like a balm to Kip's soul. It made him feel whole. He buried his face into Taylor's warm neck and cried a little as he humped Taylor's hand. Taylor rubbed his cheek against Kip's stubbly head and slowly reached down his thin moonlight-pale back towards a pair of small shapely buttocks. He looked carefully into Kip's pleasure-dazed face as he toyed with Kip's tender little asshole. What he saw was a mix of needful pleasure and pain. "I think you need a little more time, Love." He whispered, leaning down to cover the Ladyboy's heartbroken face in kisses. Taylor groaned softly as Kip began to sinuously rub his small body against his. He could feel the soft individual press of each small breast and the hard needful prong of his cock. The feeling was so intensely arousing that Taylor's breath came in harsh pants. Kip's body began to slide downward and soon Kip was lying on his back and grasping his cock. He was using the tip of Taylor's cock to tease his hard little nipples. "You can fuck these then." The boy whispered. Hearing those callous whorish words spoken in Kip's sweet angelic voice drove Taylor wild with lust. He lifted his lean fit body so he was straddling Kip's slim chest. He dribbled saliva in the rift between those perky little tits and then laid his throbbing cock between them. Those sweet dark eyes were on his face, filled with adoration and need. Taylor gripped the firm hot flesh in his hands and began to thrust his length back and forth between the Ladyboy's tits. He was rough, but not cruel. Soon his low grunts were mingled with Kip's frantic cries. When Taylor looked back he saw Kip's small hand blurring over his cock, practically flogging the poor thing. Taylor grunted. With every stroke his cock bumped into Kip's chin and with every backstroke the flushed head disappeared into the pale slick flesh. He pressed Kip's tits even harder together, making a tight slick channel for his cock. He came with a rasping moan. Thick ropes of semen splattered Kip's panting flushed face. Breathing like a racehorse, Taylor moved quickly. He dismounted Kip and nudged Kip's frantic little hand away from his cock. His cock was flushed bright red and bobbing in the air from the force of Kip's frantic stroking. Taylor licked his lips and let that sweet little cock slide into his mouth. Kip was on a hair-trigger already, and the sheer shock of a man sucking his cock drove him over the edge. He let out a high feminine cry and went limp on the bed. Minutes before he had been freezing, but now he sprawled on the bed, feebly tugging the covers off of his hot body while an amazing gentle man suckled on his soft cock. Taylor tasted the young Ladyboy's come. It had a mild, almost sweet flavor. He looked up and smiled at the slender, flushed boy. "You're such a sweetheart... you even taste sweet." Kip smiled and his tongue went out to lap up the white droplets. "You taste good too." He whispered shyly. They rested for a few moments under the rough coverlet. Then Taylor sighed and pulled on his clothes. "We sleep in the same bed for warmth, but I'll get out of here so you'n'Radon can have some privacy. He looked at the sweet little Ladyboy for a moment, bemused. "Thanks a lot Sweetheart." He ruffled Kip's hair and leaned in to kiss his forehead. Then he got up and went down the spiral staircase. When Radon came up the Ladyboy was looking at him from under the covers. "Hi." He said shyly. Radon smiled a crooked handsome smile and started to strip. His body was fairly clean because he had taken a sponge bath the day before. Unlike his father who was lean and rangy, Radon was very muscular. His stocky body was robust with health. He had rangy forests of hair on his thick chest and under his arms and a tangled thicket in his crotch. His legs and arms were thick and powerful. He was of average height, but he still towered over the slender Ladyboy. Radon liked girls. Before Kip he had only ever turned to boys out of desperation. He didn't mind boys, but girls had always just had so much more appeal. But Kip wasn't a girl, nor was he completely male. Kip was something special. Radon turned off the lights and slipped, shivering, under the sheets. He groped in the darkness until his calloused hand touched something warm and yielding and soft. He groaned softly and Kip let out a sweet little whimper as his hand kneaded his left breast. In a sinuous movement of bodies, Kip slid into his arms. Kip seemed to fit perfectly, his small waist perfect for Radon's muscular arm, his mouth to Radon's mouth. Even the firm insistent press of the young boy's cock against his stomach, a sensation he had always found faintly unpleasant, felt amazing. Taylor had warned Radon not to fuck the fragile creature in his arms. He leaned forward and nibbled on the delicate curve of Kip's ear before whispering. "You crawl down and suck me off, then I can take care of you... how about that?" Kip mewled in agreement and started to slowly move down Radon's muscular body. Radon was nearly glowing with health. Kip nuzzled his dark pink nipples, feeling the rough dark fur of his chest against his smooth beardless cheeks. "That's it Kip... Damn that feels good." Radon was breathing heavily, and for a moment, Kip pressed his ear to the older man's chest and heard the fast excited thud of his heart. He crawled further down, covering every inch of Radon's body with kisses, and sometimes his hot little tongue. Radon growled fiercely as the boy dipped his tongue into his navel, swirling it around and looking up at the older man with an innocent expression that was just short of cheeky. Then Kip buried his face into the thick thatch of dark pubic hair, inhaling the clean masculine scent. Kip had been bred with a different pore structure, so he had very soft smooth skin and no body hair. Radon's body hair was an exciting thing for the Ladyboy. Radon cursed softly, caressing Kip's shorn head and closing his eyes as that hot lapping tongue explored every inch of his furry groin, even lapping at his heavy sensitive testes. Then Kip started at the base of Radon's long slender dick and went up in a long rasping lick, ending by swirling his tongue around the red inflamed head. Radon swore in the dark and reached down, groping for Kip's soft, incredible body. His rough clumsy hands squeezed Kip's breasts, kneading the sensitive nipples in all of the right ways while Kip let out muffled whimpers around his steel-hard cock. "Oh fuck... I'm gonna nut, get ready Baby!" Kip whimpered and bobbed his head faster on Radon's hard cock. Radon swore in a harsh whisper and his cock went through its convulsions in Kip's mouth. Kip moaned sweetly as his mouth filled with hot salty cream. They were both panting, both coated lightly with sweat Radon moved downwards, his feet sticking out of the heaped covers and he carefully wrapped his hand around the Ladyboy's hard cock, waiting for the sense of slight revulsion that he had always felt when he had to touch a man he was sleeping with. He was waiting for the sense of necessity, of only sleeping with a man because there were no women. That feeling never came, and he even derived pleasure from touching the boy, of hearing those sweet little groans and cries. He stroked the Ladyboy until Kip let out a harsh cry and squirted semen all over Radon's hand. Radon held his hand to Kip's mouth and felt the small hot tongue on his fingers a moment later. They crawled back up to the tatty pillows and Kip went limp in his arms, snuggling and looking so adorable in the faint light from the stairwell. "That was really nice Baby. That was really fucking incredible." Kip answered him with a soft child-snore. --- Taylor came up to bed later. Father and son had always slept together for warmth, and it seemed a foregone conclusion that the exhausted little Ladyboy was spending the night. Taylor slipped under the covers, and a gentle probing with his hand told him that his son was spooning with the softly snoring Ladyboy. "Don't wake 'im up Dad, poor kid's exhausted." They spoke very quietly, barely whispering. "He's a very sweet little guy, but someone musta hurt him, and fairly recently. The first time I was with him in the ally, he was bleeding. I heard some Meth-heads bragging about fucking a Ladyboy a few weeks ago, but I just assumed that they were pulling that out of their asses. There were always rumors about a Ladyboy who had run away, but it seems that they were real." The Bottom Tier Radon sighed quietly. "Dad?" He took another deep breath. "I think we should keep him." He spoke quickly, as if afraid that his father would contradict him. "It just makes sense y'know? He's such a nice kid and he likes us and I know that we can afford the extra mouth, especially if he helps running the place. If he stayed we would never have to pay for another whore again, and if we let him out he's gonna die! I mean, do you remember how thin and beaten up he was when we saw him a week ago? And what about when winter comes?" Radon quieted, flushed and embarrassed in the darkness. Kip sighed in his sleep and turned over so he could snuggle into Radon further, burying his dreaming face into Radon's warm furry chest. Taylor sensed, rather then saw, Radon cradle the sleeping boy's body in his gentle arms. "He can stay Radon. I agree with all of that." Radon sighed with relief and the two men prepared to sleep. The dreaming Ladyboy in their arms murmured unintelligibly. He was having a beautiful dream. In the dream he was happy. *Thank you all for reading! I meant this story to be a one-shot wonder, but if anyone wants any more loving between the characters (I can't promise much of a plot) just send me some feedback or say so in the Comments page. I enjoyed writing this and I hope you all enjoyed reading it, but if you do want another Chapter of this, it will have to wait until I am done with my other story series, 'Poor Simon'.*