Diversasy

Caught

Chapters 31-40

Chapter Thirty-One

The Boys Testify

Dad left to play golf as usual on Saturday morning and as Beto and I as we got ready, we were so nervous that all we could do was have short bits of conversation with long periods of silence between sentences. We spent a long time in the shower scrubbing each other and shaving our pubic areas so we were perfectly smooth.

As I put away the shaving stuff, Beto said, "Do you think we should give each other enemas?"

"Sam didn't say so, but I suppose we better just in case. You never know what they might make us do."

I got the equipment and Beto and I gave each other two enemas, the second was more than two quarts [~2 liter] and uncomfortable, but it was worth it because afterward, I felt as clean as possible. While I cleaned up the bathroom and put the bag, hose and nozzles away, it occurred to me how accustomed Beto and I had become to receiving enemas from each other and doing things that would have been extremely embarrassing just a few weeks ago. He and I had gotten to where we trusted each other with the most intimate parts of each other's bodies, which made me smile. I'd never had that much trust from anyone before. Nor had I trusted any other boy that way.

After another quick shower to clean off the lube between our butt cheeks, we went to my room and I gave Beto a tee shirt, sweatpants and a pair of sandals to wear.

Right at ten o'clock, the van pulled up and we went out and climbed in the side door. There were two chairs in back and we each settled into one as the door closed and the van pulled away. After about ten minutes of driving, the van stopped and the door to the driver's compartment opened.

A familiar voice said, "You two again? I've got special instructions for transporting you to Central." He leered and then laughed. "No one who goes there ever forgets it. Do you need to be strapped in, or will you behave yourselves?"

I almost smiled because in the past, we were usually forced to be naked and so tightly bound to the seats, the trip was uncomfortable. "No, sir, we'll be good." Beto nodded.

He laughed again and fastened the four-point seat harnesses around us, but not the arm and leg straps or gags. "All right then, but keep in mind I have a camera in front so I can watch you. If you move out of your seats, I'll know and then your ride will be a lot different." Opening the door, he started back into the driver's compartment. "Oh, and don't think I'm being nice to you. Everyone who goes to Central gets an easy ride there because what they experience after they arrive generally more than makes up for it."

The van started again and Beto and I clung to the armrests in terror. We didn't do anything wrong, so why would we be punished? My mouth was dry and my palms were sweaty as my fear of what would happen put a copper penny taste in my mouth.

We rode in silence swaying and leaning into the turns as the van drove around town. Finally, it stopped and the driver came in, released our harnesses and set two plastic baskets on the floor in front of us. Pointing, he said, "You know what these are for."

Nodding, Beto and I pulled off our clothes and put them in the basket. When we were naked, the driver gave us each a pair of paper slippers that we slid over our feet.

"They expect everything, including your feet be absolutely clean. Follow me, don't say anything and do exactly what you are told." He opened the door, got out and waited for us to get out.

The van was parked inside a large building that must have been a warehouse of some sort because there were stacks of shipping containers everywhere. The driver led us to a rickety-looking industrial elevator where he raised the doors and waved us in.

"Press the top button and someone will meet you when the elevator stops," He dropped the safety barriers, grinned and said, "Enjoy yourselves."

Beto pressed the button and the elevator rose, groaning and banging. After a long slow trip, it stopped and someone opened the barriers from the outside.

A man wearing a cloth hood that covered his head from his nose up and wearing a long gown of some kind of black shiny material gestured for us to leave the elevator.

"You are 35-04 and 35-05." We nodded and he said, "Step out of the elevator and remove the slippers."

We did and he held out a plastic trashcan where we dropped in the slippers.

"You need not fear. Come this way." He turned and walked down a long brightly lit hallway. Beto and I followed, somewhat relieved at his reassurance. The corridor was completely different from the dirty, dimly lit warehouse below. The floor was wood polished to a high gleam and the walls and ceiling were made of panels of shining white plastic. Although I couldn't see his feet, I thought he must be barefoot since his steps made no sounds.

Opening a heavily reinforced steel door at the end of the hall, he gestured for us to go inside first. When we did, he closed and locked the door behind him. The room was bare except for a table with a large pile of thick, rusty chains and shackles on it. There were two other doors, but they were closed with large locks on them.

"35-04 and 35-05, you are here as witnesses to a major violation of the Pledges and you will testify at the appropriate time. Until then, you will not speak and you will only answer a direct question. You will tell the absolute truth and answer all questions fully. If not, you will be persuaded to tell the truth. Do you understand?"

He emphasized the word 'persuaded' raising my fear level considerably. When I glanced at Beto, I saw his eyes were wide and his face was very pale. We both nodded.

"Very good. I am Acolyte 112-32. Come this way."

He led us to the table with the heavy shackles. He put a thick collar on me first and then locked the mate around Beto's neck so we were connected with a chain about six feet [1.8 m] long. The metal was cold and I shivered as the band was closed and locked. When Acolyte 112-32 let go of the collar, I was surprised at how light the chain and collar was and lifted the links with one hand.

Seeing me test the weight of the chain he said, "These are aluminum and have been given the appearance of rusty iron so they should not be too uncomfortable. We have both kinds and if you do exactly as you are told, you will not experience the other, which is heavy and quite painful when worn for any length of time."

Beto and I understood the warning and nodded. He locked our wrists and ankles together with shackles that had about two feet [60 cm] of chain connecting them. We were chained, but we still had most of our movement.

Acolyte 112-32 said, "Do you know the command 'present'?" We nodded. "Very well, do so."

Beto and I stood up straight and locked our fingers behind our heads. Acolyte 112-32 circled us looking us over and smiled. "No wonder Sam took an interest in you two. Your bodies would be extremely attractive to our clients and they would pay a great deal to watch you perform."

"That was a weird sort of compliment, but I actually liked what he said and stood up straighter.

He said, "Shortly you will receive commands and you will follow them exactly. At all times unless you are told otherwise, you will be in the 'present' position. You will receive no reminders or warnings."

He returned to the table and came back holding two stainless steel chastity devices. Kneeling, he locked one on each of us. He was so careful handling our genitals while sliding our penises into the metal tubes it was obvious he'd done it many times before. Standing, he said, "Those are too big for boys your age and you could probably pull them off without releasing the locks, but they will not fall off and should not be too uncomfortable. In any case they are not intended to be functional and you are to wear them to illustrate a point."

They felt very different from the plastic devices Beto and I had worn before. The weight pulling down on my genitals and the cold of the metal was unpleasant, but as my body heat warmed up the tube around my penis, I decided I could deal with it easily, but I still hoped I didn't have to wear it for long.

Acolyte 112-32 unlocked another door in the room and taking hold of the chain connecting our collars, led us into a large open space that was obviously the top floor of the building. It was constructed like the hallway with a polished wooden floor and gleaming white walls, but the ceiling wasn't covered exposing the steel beams of the roof and above that I could see a long glass skylight forming the peak. Attached to the supporting beams were several winches with control boxes and hooks hanging down. At one end of the room were three jail cells with bars like those in western movies and at the other end, was a raised platform with six chairs arranged on it and a door on each side.

Acolyte 112-32 led us into the first cell and pointed at a bench in the middle of the floor. When Beto and I went in, got ourselves turned around, which wasn't easy because of the collars and sat down, he flicked off the ceiling light so the cell was in shadows. When he backed out then closed and locked the cell door, I think the clang of the door locking was the scariest thing I'd ever heard in my life. In spite of being told we'd be safe, our situation didn't seem that way. We were naked, chained together and locked in a cell in a building that could be anywhere in the city. I'd never felt so helpless and out of control of a situation. Whatever they wanted me to do, I was going to do it as fast as possible and as well as I could. From the expression on Beto's face, he was thinking the same thing.

When the door was secure, the Acolyte went to the far end of the room, struck a triangle hanging near the left-side door and then stood far back in a corner.

Many minutes went by and nothing happened, which gave me time to calm down and look around the room. Other than the furniture at the other end and the cells, it was featureless. I looked through the bars into the other cells, but couldn't see much because the lights were all off filling them with shadows. The one next to us was empty, but the third one farthest from our cell seemed to be occupied because I saw a flash of what seemed to be bare skin when someone moved.

Sitting and waiting in the cell, got boring and over time, my fear faded. Without warning, the door next to the chairs opened and three women, dressed in long white gowns came out and sat down leaving the middle chair empty. One snapped her fingers at Acolyte 112-32 and he walked toward the cells.

I thought he was coming to get us, but instead he went to the cell farthest away, opened the door and a naked figure hobbled out. I could only see him from the back, but there was no question it was Connor, the boy we'd met at the clinic. What was he doing here? He didn't have anything to do with Coach Scott.

He had a hard time walking because he was locked into metal stocks made of wide strips of strap iron that encircled his neck and wrists holding his arms far apart while other iron stocks around his ankles held his feet about eighteen inches [45 cm] apart. To walk, he had to swing his legs out and ahead to take a step, but the women waited patiently until he stood near the wall at the side of the chairs.

Acolyte 112-32 hooked a chain dangling from the ceiling to the collar of the strap around Connor's neck and pulled it so snug that Connor almost had to raise himself onto his toes to ease the pressure on his neck before locking it on with a padlock. No one had given him instructions as to where he was to stand and what he was to do so I assumed he'd been in this situation before. I couldn't imagine what would happen to him and what he had to do with us.

Acolyte 112-32 put a ball gag into Connor's mouth and pulled the straps tightly behind his head, forcing the ball deeply into his mouth. Then he went back to his position in the corner and struck the triangle again.

In less than a minute two more women came in who were dressed the same as the first three followed by an older woman wearing a deep blood red-colored gown and leading a naked girl by a leash attached to a leather collar around her neck.

Beto elbowed me in the ribs and pointed by jutting his chin. I nodded because I recognized the girl as the one we saw at the clinic when we got out physical. Her black hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail and she had black leather cuffs strapped around her wrists and ankles as well as the neck collar.

When the lady in the red gown came in, the other women stood and Acolyte 112-32 bowed. She stepped up on the platform and sat in the larger middle chair while the girl on the leash curled her legs under herself and sat on a thick white pad on the floor next to the chair.

As soon as she sat down, the other women sat and Acolyte 112-32 came to stand in front of the chair. The woman said to him, "Are we ready to begin?"

Acolyte 112-32 bowed again and said in a voice just above a whisper, "Yes, Superior Mistress. We are."

"Very well, bring the witnesses forward."

He bowed, turned and walked to our cell. Unlocking the door, he motioned for us to come out and we followed him to stand on the right side of the chairs facing Connor. Acolyte 112-32 lined us up and whispered, "Present."

Beto and I got into position, although when I laced my fingers together behind my head my hands were trembling.

Superior Mistress stared at us for a long time and finally said, "You are 35-04 and 35-05, is that correct?"

Beto and I nodded and in unison said, "Yes, Superior Mistress."

"And your Mistress and Miss are Sam and Lee."

Before we could answer, she said, "We are here to deal with a very serious situation and you are here to provide testimony about what happened to you last week on Wednesday and Thursday at your school. You will tell me exactly what happened with no exaggerations, offer no opinions unless you are asked for one and you are not to protect anyone, including yourselves, in the manner in which you how you give your testimony. Is that clear?"

Beto and I said, "Yes, Superior Mistress."

"You will wait in silence until you are needed. Now�"

Before she could finish her sentence the woman on her right touched her sleeve, pointed at Connor and whispered in Superior Mistress' ear. She turned to look at Connor and her eyebrows rose in surprise.

Standing, she pulled on the leash of the girl who got to her feet and followed Superior Mistress as she stepped off the platform and walked to Connor. The other women followed and stood in a semi-circle in front of him.

Beto and I looked at each other and shrugged our shoulders a tiny amount since we had no idea what was going on. Something had surprised Superior Mistress and interrupted what they had started. I stared at Connor, trying to figure out what was so important. The women partly hid Connor, but as they moved around, I could see between them. The only thing different was that since we had been led from our cell and the naked girl came in with the women he'd gotten an erection. Given the situation, I didn't think something like that should be unexpected or surprising to anyone.

After all, ever since I'd seen the girl, my chastity had become uncomfortably tight. When I first saw her at the clinic, I already had an erection, but now seeing her naked with the black leather bands strapped on her was extremely exciting and my penis had filled the stainless steel tube and demanded more room. I was surprised I could even get an erection as nervous as I was. I had surfed the web and looked at lots of pictures of naked women, but this girl was different since she was only a year or two older than Beto and I and she was real, not a picture or a video. She had a thin vertical strip of black pubic hair and when she faced away from me, I loved the shape of her bare butt cheeks and how they flexed as she walked. As much as I liked having sex with Beto, I wondered what it would be like to have sex with a girl like that. How much different would it be? Would it be better?

Acolyte 112-23 removed Connor's gag and several of the women asked him questions, which he answered. Superior Mistress said nothing, but after a few minutes, she reached and took Connor's penis in her hand. When she did, Connor rolled his head back as far as the iron stocks would permit and moaned with a look of happiness on his face. She dropped his penis and pulled on the leash of the girl. She stepped forward and, after some coaxing, reluctantly held Connors erection, all the while a look of disgust spread over her face. Connor rolled his shoulders and moaned even louder until she let go and stepped back rubbing her hands together as if they were dirty. After a few more minutes of talk among the women and more questions for Connor, they all turned and returned to their seats.

They didn't replace the ball gag in Connor's mouth and he looked relieved.

Beto and I were staring at the activity around him and when the women moved so he could see us, he caught our eyes by nodding slightly, winked and then gave us a big smile. Whatever had happened seemed to make everyone happy and I relaxed even more because it looked as if Beto and I really would be safe.

Acolyte 112-31 struck the triangle again and Superior Mistress nodded and said, "Very well, we have some good news from 10-73 and I'm sure his mother will be pleased-finally. Now we will take care of the problem before us. Bring in the subject."

Acolyte 112-32 struck the triangle twice and when the right-hand door opened again, Coach Scott was pushed in to the room by two women city police officers. One woman carried a baton that she used to prod Coach Scott along and the other held a small device in her hand that I didn't recognize. His clothes were dirty and rumpled and he had bruises on his face and scrapes on his elbows. One reluctant step at a time, Coach Scott was driven by the two officers across the room to stand in front of the Superior Mistress.

With no expression on her face, she looked him over and said, "You are here because you violated our agreement. You were warned that there would be severe consequences if you did. What have you to say for yourself?"

"I don't have to say anything. As soon as I get away from here, you better believe that I'll be calling the police to report this operation."

She turned to the police officers. "Did he give you any trouble?"

One said, "No, Superior Mistress." She held up the device in her hand and laughed. "I tased him once and he went down screaming like a pig. After that, any time he looked like he was going to put up a fight, all I had to do was point it at him and he was perfectly cooperative-other than he looked like he was going to pee his pants and I didn't want to clean up after him."

Superior Mistress nodded. "That's expected. Bullies are always cowards and weaklings. He's no exception." She turned back to Coach Scott. "So you say you'll call the police?"

Coach Scott looked nervously at the officer with the Taser and said, "In an instant, and they'll come in and close down this freak show."

She smiled and said, "Freak show? It looks to me like some of the police you're going to call are part of this 'freak show'. When you call, I assume you'll tell them about the cameras you have hidden in the boy's locker room at your school and the pictures and videos you have of the boys while they're naked."

Coach Scott tried to say something, but all that came out was incoherent babbling. The policewomen tightened their grip on his arms.

"I understand that the mayor's grandson is in one of your classes. I don't think he'll be pleased to learn that you have pictures of that boy in your collection. While you're on the phone, you can also tell them about the child pornography on your computer at school."

Shaking his head violently he said, "I… I don… don't have porn on my computer."

"You do now. You've made your threat, which I choose to ignore. Instead I will make a promise. You will submit to our discipline or we will call the police and your principal to tell them about the cameras and the pictures. I'm sure the scandal will make the Sunday newspapers. On Monday however, the headlines will report the tragic story of your suicide as a result of your humiliation at having been caught and your fear of going to prison. Prison inmates are pretty rough on pedophiles, I've heard." She pulled a cell phone and a piece of paper from a pocket in her robe and unfolded it. "We have written your suicide note that will be found near your body."

Coach Scott's face had turned white and his knees visibly trembled. "You wouldn't dare."

She stared at him and didn't reply. After a moment, she handed the phone to Acolyte 112-13 and nodded. When he began to dial, Coach Scott yelled, "Stop! All right. All right, I believe you."

"Of course you would. I don't make threats, only promises. You should know that since you were warned what would happen if you didn't keep your end of our bargain. We have many clients and every so often we have to make an example of one to remind the others of the barging they made. Before we proceed though, I want to hear from the boys involved. She pointed at me and said, "You, 35-04, tell me exactly what transpired between you and this person on Wednesday."

I cleared my throat and then explained what Coach Scott had made Beto and I do. She then had Beto tell what had happened on Thursday. We finished and she seemed satisfied with our answers because didn't ask any questions. When she turned away from us, I was relieved that we were no longer the center of her attention. I heard Beto let out a small sigh so I figured he felt the same.

Superior Mistress said, "Now that we have established exactly what happened, we will resolve this issue. Foremost is to protect the security and integrity of our organization." Pointing at Mr. Scott, she said, "Do you have anything to add or say for yourself?"

Mr. Scott shook his head.

"Very well, I interpret that to mean that what 35-04 and 35-05 said is accurate. Take your clothes off."

He hesitated while he looked wildly around the room. She said, "Immediately! You will be tased in three seconds. One. Two…"

The officer with the Taser grinned and pointed it at Mr. Scott while the other raised her baton. He began to tear his clothes off and drop them on the floor. When he was naked, he crouched over covering his genitals with both hands, his face crimson red. His belly was so big it looked like he didn't have any butt and there was hair all over his body, thick on his back and the middle of his chest. Although I'd seen him wearing shorts in gym class, I never realized how skinny his legs were and they looked as if they weren't strong enough hold up his bloated torso. I hoped I wouldn't see his repulsive body in my nightmares.

The women on the platform made noises and remarks of disgust until Superior Mother said, "Enough. Your body is from a nightmare. You teach physical education to children and allow yourself to look like that? It's grotesque. You should be ashamed, but weak as you are, you probably aren't." She pointed to Acolyte 112-32, "When we are finished here, you will take this poor excuse of a human being to the Training Center for twenty-five weeks of Level Five Conditioning. At the end of that time, you will return him to me cleaned up, fit, pierced and with a body fat of less than 10%. At that time, we will determine how well he is adjusting and consider his future."

Acolyte 112-32 bowed. "Yes, Superior Mistress. It will be done."

"I know I can depend on you. Call for Mistress Olga."

Mistress Olga! Butterflies the size of eagles began flying around in my stomach as I remembered my last encounter with her. Why was she here?

Acolyte 112-32 struck the triangle twice and the left-hand door opened. Mistress Olga came into the room escorting a woman with long red hair by the elbow. Mistress Olga was wearing a long white gown like the other women, but the woman she was leading was wearing a gown of some material that was flat black in color. They stopped in front of Superior Mistress and bowed.

She said, "Why are you here?"

The woman in black said, "I am here because of a violation of our agreement by this man."

"And what have you to do with his behavior?"

"It was upon my recommendation that we allow sales to him. This was a mistake on my part. I beg your forgiveness and mercy."

"It was a serious lapse in judgment on your part. However, I have to take some of the responsibility since I approved your recommendation. I will not make that mistake again. In the future, we will sell to only those who have sufficient wealth and position that we can exert control and security over them as we have done in the past. We will make no exceptions even if one of our high placed mistresses recommends. Although part of the mistake is mine, you will bear the brunt of the punishment since you made your recommendation repeatedly and only because of my trust in your judgment over the last years, I eventually approved it."

The woman in black bowed again. "I understand. By choosing who we sell to, we are able control them forcing support of the Group by threatening disclosure. This man clearly does not fit that profile and I should not have recommended him. I did so because of a long friendship with him." She turned to look at Coach Scott cowering near her and said, "I realize now that he appears to be rather stupid and is a bully with the young boys he has in his class. I am sorry and willingly accept your discipline."

"Very well. Mistress Olga, you may begin."

Mistress Olga bowed and then undid two cloth ties at the shoulders of the gown the woman in black was wearing. When she did, the gown fell to the floor and the woman stood naked in front of the Superior Mistress and the other women. She stepped forward and Acolyte 112-32 picked up the black gown.

I was shocked because I figured she'd be wearing something underneath. My penis gave another surge trying to escape the chastity device and becoming more uncomfortable than before. I'd never seen a real naked woman before and I was even more excited than when I saw the naked back-haired girl. Pictures on the web didn't do justice to the real thing and I wondered if I would ever have the opportunity to make videos with girls and women.

Superior Mistress said to the woman, "You are remanded to Mistress Olga for one year of service and training. She will help you develop the edge required by someone in your position that will allow you to make good decisions concerning the men and boys under your control."

The naked woman bowed and said, "Thank you Superior Mistress, you are merciful."

Mistress Olga stepped up and strapped a leather collar around the woman's neck with a long chain leash attached to it.

Superior Mistress pointed to a blue line on the floor. "Acolyte 122-13, you will now prepare this human piece of offal in order to begin the short term adjustments and punishments he has earned. Position this man on the line where he will sit and not move."

He moved Coach Scott to the line where he sat down and then moved back to the wall, took one of the controls of the winch attached to the ceiling and pressed a button. An 'X' shaped frame made of thick metal pipe dropped toward the floor. When the bottom pipe of the frame touched the floor, he stopped it.

With the help of the police women, he pushed Coach Scott's head down so his neck was positioned under the point where the pipes intersected. Next, he dropped to one knee and placed Coach Scott's feet on the top of the bottom bar. Using heavy leather straps, he fastened his legs to the long sides of the frame at his ankles and knees. Then one at a time, he and the officers forced Coach Scott's arms up and over his head from behind and strapped them to the upper part of the frame at the wrists and elbows.

When Coach Scott's arms were forced up, I was amazed that they could be twisted that way and as they were forced into position, Coach Scott began to moan and struggle.

Acolyte 112-32 took the control unit and when he pressed a button, the frame lifted from the floor. As it went up Coach Scott's moans became screams as his weight was carried on his twisted shoulders making the policewomen laugh and jeer him with insults about being a weakling.

Mistress Olga watched the frame rise until it was about three feet above the floor then said, "That's enough."

The frame jerked to stop and Mistress Olga took the leash attached to the black-haired girl' collar and led her off the platform to stand next to the naked woman. Taking a heavy wooden paddle from the Acolyte, Mistress Olga gave it to the black-haired girl, and then gave a long-handled whip made of dozens of long strips of leather to the woman. Mistress Olga positioned the girl on one side of the frame and the woman on the other.

Superior Mother said, "You will now begin his initial punishment and corresponding attitude and behavior modification. You will beat him with all your strength until you are told to stop."

The girl grinned and said, "Yes, Superior Mother. I will do my best.

"I'm sure you will. It is time for this bully to learn the error of his ways. Begin."

The black-haired girl swung her paddle as if she was trying out for a baseball team landing blow after blow on Coach Scott's flabby butt with loud cracks. The woman, using both hands, brought the whip down covering his back and shoulders with angry red welts. After a few minutes, Superior Mistress had the woman take the paddle and the girl take the whip and continue. Although I didn't want to watch the beating, the movement of the breasts of the naked girl and woman fascinated me. I'd never seen anything like that and my penis struggled to get to a full erection in the chastity device, making me more uncomfortable than before.

Coach Scott screamed as each blow landed. After a while, when he stopped fighting and only moaned as each blow landed and sagged in the frame, Superior Mistress told them to stop. "Acolyte 112-32, you and the officers will remove this man and take him to the Training Center to begin his education and behavior modification."

They all bowed, lowered the frame and began to unstrap Coach Scott. While they did, the black-haired girl walked to Beto and me. She stood in front of us obviously examining our bodies and then went around back to look us over from there.

She came around to the front again and said, "From the back you look reasonably good, but overall, you are truly repulsive. Not as much as men like that one." She made the whip whistle through the air. "On your knees."

Beto and I said, "Yes Miss" and because of the chains, clumsily dropped to the floor.

The girl said, "Like all boys, you are ugly and I almost feel sorry for you. Almost, but not really because whatever you get, you deserve. I am truly grateful that I am a woman." She raised her hands above her head and turned around so we could see her body.

The confining chastity device became really uncomfortable at that point and I rolled my hips slightly to try to relieve the pressure the stainless steel tube was putting on my swelling penis.

She swished her whip through the air in front of us again. "Do you like what you see?"

"Yes, Miss."

"You should. A girl's body is much more attractive than a boy's. Unfortunately for you, you'll never get beyond looking at mine. Put your foreheads on the floor."

Beto's and my chains rattles and clinked as we pressed our foreheads to the floor while fear made me feel as though I was going to throw up. Was she going to whip us? Acolyte promised we wouldn't be punished.

She walked around and around us dragging the end of the whip over our bare skin as she did. "It's too bad I can't give you something to take home with you so you can remember today, but I was told I couldn't. Still, all this clear, smooth skin is seems to be asking for someone to mark it up. Maybe I'll have the chance in the future."

She walked behind us and drove the handle of the whip vertically into the crack between my butt cheeks. The end hit my scrotum hanging down between my thighs behind the chastity and I moaned from the sharp pain. A few seconds later, I heard Beto moan also so I assumed she had done the same to him. Then she started dragging the leather strips over my skin from the back of my head to my butt.

The cold leather strips made me shiver and when she saw it, she laughed. "What's wrong little boy? Afraid?"

In a voice that shook with fear, I said, "Yes, Miss. Please don't whip me."

She walked around to face us again. "Well, you'll get your wish and I won't, but only because I've been told not to. You will now thank me and while you do, you will kiss my feet."

She put each bare foot next to my face and I kissed it while I thanked her in a loud voice for not hurting me. Then I heard Beto doing the same thing.

Superior Mistress said, "That's enough. I think they know now that not being punished is their reward for following orders and doing what is expected of them."

The girl said, "Yes, ma'am." To us she said, "Get up on your knees again."

As I lifted my head from the floor, I wondered about the change of the girl's address to Superior Mistress. Why could she get away with calling the Superior Mistress, 'ma'am' when no one else could?

When I looked around the room, I saw the police women carrying a folding stretcher out of the room with Coach Scott on it followed by Mistress Olga leading the naked women with the leash attached to her collar. Were we done?

They closed the door behind them and Superior Mistress said to the girl, "You may escort 10-73 out. Since he finally seems to be responding according to expectations, we have plans for him."

I was confused about who they were talking about for a minute until I realized that 10-73 was Connor's number. Acolyte 12-32 released the chain attached to the metal stocks around his neck that held his wrists at shoulder height and clipped on another leash. The girl took the leash from Acolyte and tugged it, making Connor hobble along behind her.

He looked around the room with an expression of confusion and alarm on his face. Did he do something wrong? Is this different than he had expected? When he got an erection, was that wrong and he was about to be punished? I couldn't guess what was about to happen to him. Since he had no choice, he followed the girl out the right-hand door and one of the women on the platform got up and went with them.

After they had gone, Superior Mistress stood and left the room with all the other women behind her. When the door closed, Beto and I and the Acolyte were the only ones left.

Acolyte 112-32 stood in front of us and said, "You have done well. Get to your feet and follow me."

Beto and I struggled to our feet and followed him to the first room we were in where he removed the chastity device from both of us. From fear while the girl circled us, my penis had shrunk down to about as small as it could get, but Acolyte didn't comment about it. He unlocked one wrist on each of us and told us to put our hands behind our backs. When we did, he relocked the cuff. The chains were long enough that I could pull my hands forward to my sides, but no farther.

He said, "I will take you to the elevator. At the bottom, you will wait until your driver comes for you."

We walked to the elevator where he had us get in so we were facing out, and then he closed the gate after pushing the down button. The elevator shuddered and slowly dropped. It stopped and the safety gate lifted by itself.

When I looked, I didn't see anyone in the huge space in front of us. I turned my head toward Beto and said, "What do we do now? There's no one here."

Beto shrugged and said, "Just wait, I guess. What else can we do?"

"Nothing. But I sure hope no one sees us. We sure look strange standing here chained up and naked."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. We'd have a hard time explaining what we were doing."

"I'm sure this is just another way of humiliating us and showing that they are in control."

"You're probably right. Still, I hope no one comes along."

After what seemed to be a long wait, the van appeared in the warehouse and the driver got out.

"Well, that didn't take as long as I thought it would. Lots of times, it goes on for hours. You look in good condition so I won't have to carry you or get blood on the seats. Follow me."

Beto and I shuffled across the floor dragging the chain between our ankles to the van. He opened the door and since we couldn't step up, he boosted us in.

He tossed a ring of keys on to the floor in the middle of the passenger compartment. "Here. Unlock the chains, get dressed and into a seat before I get to your house. Put the chains in the basket where your clothes are. Don't waste time. If you're not ready when I stop, you'll regret it."

He slammed the door and then took off so fast that Beto and I fell to the floor, which was probably just as well since we wouldn't have been able to stand up while the van was in motion. We squirmed around on the carpeted floor and got everything unlocked without too much trouble. We were dressed and just settling into a seat when the van stopped and the door opened by itself. Taking the hint, we jumped out and trotted up to the front door of my house without looking back as we heard the van drive away.

We raced in the door and upstairs to my room where we flopped down on my bed. We sat for a few minutes without saying anything, while we caught our breath.

I leaned my shoulder against Beto and said, "That was weird. Even compared to everything else we've done. It looks like there was a lot more going on than just taking care of Coach Scott."

Beto said, "That's for sure, but I can't imagine what it all meant. I wonder if we'll ever know."

"Maybe, if we ever get a chance to talk to Connor. He seemed to be part of everything so he should know."

"He probably does, but how would we ever get in touch with him. This is an awfully big city and we don't even know his last name."

I shrugged rubbing my shoulder against his. "You know what I want do now? Take a shower. I took one this morning, but I feel queasy after that and want to get really clean again."

"Me, too. Let's go."

Beto and I got up and left a trail of clothes on the way to my bathroom. After I turned the water on, we got in and gave each other a good scrubbing with lots of soap and used a long – handled bath brush. We stayed in the shower until our fingers were beginning to wrinkle and we ran out of hot water.

We dried off and went back to my room where we pulled on tee – shirts and sweatpants, but no socks.

I looked at the clock. "Dad should be back from golfing soon. We'd better pick up our clothes and clean the bathroom."

After we had done that, we settled in front of my computer and surfed the web, read our email messages and went to Facebook pages. We talked about everything but what we had been through just an hour or so ago.

After spending a half hour trying to decide what we wanted to do the rest of the day and that night, I said, "Beto, did I tell you that my dad gave me a massage last weekend?"

"No, what's a massage?"

For the next few minutes, I explained how Dad massaged me and how good it felt. I didn't tell him about masturbating while Dad did it, though. I figured Beto would find out about that himself or not depending how he'd react to the experience.

I said, "After dinner, want to have Dad give us both one?"

Somewhat reluctantly, he said, "Well, sure, I guess that would be all right. Do we have to take all our clothes off?"

"Yeah, but that doesn't matter. Dad's seen you naked before and we're all guys, you know. It's nice and you'll like it."

Beto nodded and we went back to surfing the web.

Dad made spaghetti and meatballs for dinner with lots of garlic bread, which were Beto's and my favorites. After that, Beto and I curled up on the couch and watched a movie.

Beto said, "That was a really dumb movie; funny, but dumb."

I said, "What did you expect? It got lousy ratings. It would have been nice if it had a plot though."

Beto stood and stretched. "So what do you want to do now? It's too early to go to bed."

"How about if I ask Dad to give us a massage?"

"Okay. I'll give it a try since you say it's so nice."

I got up from the couch and took the DVD out. "It is. Let's go talk to Dad."

He was in the spare bedroom that he called his den reclining in a chair and reading. "Dad, I told Beto that you gave me a massage last week and you used to do it all the time. Could you give Beto and me one tonight so he'd know what it's like?"

Sitting up, he said, "I can do that, but it would be better if I showed the two of you how to do it. That way you could give each other massages any time you wanted."

"That sounds like a good idea. Beto, that all right with you?"

Beto nodded. "Sure, I guess. I've never done it, but if David says it's okay, I'll give it a try."

I was disappointed that Beto wasn't more enthusiastic, but I figured he would be after the first one. To Dad, I said, "I'll go up and get things ready."

He said, "Okay, I'll be there in a few minutes."

Beto followed me back up to my room and I laid out towels on the carpeted floor and we undressed. When we were naked, he said, "I'm not real sure about this."

I was surprised and said, "Why not? We've been naked in front of lots of people including women and girls already. This is just my dad."

"I know, but he's different. I can't explain what, but I'm just not comfortable doing it."

"Just a minute." I went in to the bathroom and got two clean towels. "Here wrap this around your waist. If you want, we can keep you covered most of the time."

He smiled and we wrapped the towels around ourselves just as Dad came in carrying a bottle of lotion and a book. He looked at us wearing towels and said, "Beto, we'll do David first since he already knows what's going to happen. Is that okay?"

Beto nodded and I lay face down on the towels and rested my head on my hands. Dad and Beto knelt down beside me, one on each side and then Dad pressed my shoulders and hips flat to help me relax.

He said, "Beto, before we start, I want to talk to you about massaging someone else. I know you and David sleep together naked, but it seems that you're uncomfortable with me doing it right now. That's normal and it's nothing to worry about." Beto nodded and I looked over my shoulder and smiled to encourage him. "Clothes are part of society's norms and they serve a lot of different functions. What you wear gives an indication of how old you are, how much money you have, your ethnic background, if you are into current trends and many other things."

Beto said, "I never thought much about it, but you're right and they do."

"Good, I'm glad you understand. Clothes also serve as a barrier between you and the world. They protect you from the weather and prevent people from seeing your body. At your age when you get to junior high school and your body starts to change with puberty, what you look like becomes very important and no one likes to have people make fun of them because they are too tall, too skinny or fat or anything else." When Beto nodded, Dad smiled. "By taking off your clothes, you remove the last barrier between you and David and me. Anyone who is going to give a massage has to accept the fact that everyone is different and treat everyone with respect and courtesy.

"Now having said that, that's what the three of us will promise to do so that you can relax and enjoy the massage and not worry about what you look like or what someone else may think of what you look like. Removing the barrier that you have between yourself and others is hard to do some times, but if you trust the people you're with, it can give you a great feeling of freedom."

Beto said, "I get it." He got up, dropped the towel around his waist and knelt down beside me again. "Okay, what do we do first?"

Dad laughed and opened the book he was carrying and pointed to a double page, color diagram of a human body that had all the skin taken off. "This is a picture of the skeletal muscles under the skin. The lines on each muscle show the direction the muscle fibers run. What you have to do is put lotion on your hands and firmly rub the muscle parallel with the lines. Watch, I'll show you how to do David's shoulder muscles. Look at the book and follow what I'm doing."

With Dad's instruction and using the diagrams in the book, Beto caught on quickly and worked the muscles all over my back from my shoulders to my heels. When I turned over, I was surprised I didn't have an erection, but in a way that was good because there wouldn't be any awkward situations with Beto and Dad. The only thing that almost got me hard was when first Dad and then Beto ran their hands to the top of my thighs at the same time so that the back of their hands were touching my scrotum Beto on the left and Dad on the right.

When they had finished, Beto and I changed places and Dad gave me the same instructions he had given Beto. I liked being massaged, but giving one to Beto was even better. I loved the way my hands slid over his smooth clear skin and the fact that I could touch any part of him I wanted. Part of my pleasure was watching the contrast between my light skin and Beto's much darker skin as I moved my hand over his body. When I was done, Dad gave me the book he was using and told me to keep in my room so Beto and I could refer to it when we gave each other massages next time-which I planned to do soon.

Dad suggested that we take a warm shower before we went to bed to wash off the rest of the lotion. Beto and I agreed and cleaned up my room as Dad left to go back to his reading.

After our third shower of the day, Beto and I climbed into bed and snuggled together enjoying the warm feeling of belonging to each other. Beto said, "You know, as much as I hate Coach Scott, what they did to him was pretty rough."

"Yeah, I was feeling the same way, but there wasn't anything we could have done about it."

"I know, but it still bothers me. And what about Connor? What's the deal with him? It looked like he was a mascot or something. And why did they all get excited about him getting an erection? I think something like that would be expected in that situation. I know I would have had one if I hadn't been locked into that stupid chastity. "

"Me, too. I'd sure like to talk to him sometime. The whole thing looks like it seems like it's a bunch of women making porn vids of kids and selling them to rich guys for lots of money."

"Looks that way, but I's sure it's more complicated than that. They seem to have some of the city police working for them and a training center somewhere that they can send people like Coach Scott to like he was going to a jail. They also have ways of making sure it's a secret."

"That's for sure. Having movies or pictures of kids having sex gets people serious prison time so I guess they have to keep the people who buy the stuff in line to keep getting money from them. If someone doesn't cooperate, they take care of it."

"Do think they really would have killed Coach Scott?"

I shivered and pulled Beto tighter to me. "Yeah. At least it sounded like it to me. In the future, I'm going to be sure to do exactly what they say."

"Me, too. I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of any of that."

"And you know what? That black – haired girl is just weird. This is the second time we've seen her and both times she's naked and being ordered around by other women. But at the same time, she's treated better than us and this time she was allowed to punish Coach Scott."

Beto said, "She really hates us. She was putting everything she had into whipping Coach Scott and looked like she was really enjoying herself. I was terrified she'd start beating us at the end."

"Me, too. Everything she did was creepy. I suppose we'll find out eventually since we don't seem to have a choice about that either."

"No, but I wanted to do this and I guess I'm stuck with it along with you, but as long as we're making money, I can manage."

"Yeah, but another important part of that is that we're together."

"That's for sure. I'm glad you got in this with me. I'm not so scared when you're with me.

I turned off the light and we talked about other things for a long time. When I saw light appear around my door as it opened a crack, I said, "Come on in, Dad. We're not asleep." Beto and I rolled apart and lay on our backs.

When Dad came in, he closed the door most of the way before he sat on the edge of the bed. "Hi, guys. I didn't think you'd be asleep. Is there something bothering you? Both of you seemed a little tense tonight."

Lying, I said, "No, I guess we're just tired."

"You don't seem to be falling asleep very fast, though."

"We're just talking."

Dad reached up and stroked my hair, something he hadn't done in a long time. "Well, okay. David, you know you can talk to me about anything on your mind. You've always been able to do that and now that you've gotten older, it's more important than ever. You can talk to me, too, Beto."

I said, "I know and thanks, Dad."

He leaned forward, hugged me, kissing me on the forehead. Then he moved to the other side of the bed and hugged Beto. Then to my surprise, he kissed Beto. He said good night and left, closing the door.

In the darkened room, I rolled toward Beto, but he didn't move toward me and just lay on his back staring at the ceiling with his hands behind his head. I said, "Beto, are you all right?"

He didn't say anything for a long time, but eventually he sighed and said, "Yes…I mean, no. Or maybe, I don't know."

"What's wrong?"

"I just realized that I don't have a father."

"Huh? But you said you knew your father."

"Yeah, but that's not what I mean. The man who says he's my father is just this guy that my brother lives with. I don't really know either one of them. I've just visited a few times-probably less than ten. He's never hugged me good night, never sat down and talked to me, never came to any of the things I did. Nothing. You're really lucky."

"I don't know. Mom left Dad and me four years ago. I remember her, but not much anymore. You've got your mother. "

"I suppose and she's nice and does things with me when she can, but it's not the same. I'm not sure what it is, but it's different with her than with your dad. Part of the problem is that she's some kind of nursing administrator at the hospital and she goes to a lot to meetings all over the state for days at a time and I get stuck with a baby sitter a lot."

Sliding over next to him, I rested my cheek on his bare chest so I could hear his heartbeat. "I've got an idea. What if we share my dad? It's been him and me for four years and he might like to have someone else around. I can ask."

"I don't know. That sounds a little weird."

"Why? If he doesn't mind, what does it matter? Let me go talk to him."

I slid across the bed, got to my feet and padded down the hall to Dad's room. He was lying on his side facing away from the door and I crawled in beside him.

"David, what are you doing?" He turned on his side and propped his head up on an elbow. "Why are you here and why aren't you wearing anything. I thought we'd settled that."

"Don't be mad, I'm not going to stay long. I have to talk to you about something important."

He sighed. "It must be if it has to be done now. What's going on? Are you and Beto having problems?"

"No, that's not it." I explained the conversation Beto and I had and after I was finished, he paused for a minute or so.

"You won't mind if Beto spends more time here? I'd have to give him some of the attention I give you now."

"I know, but that's what I want and it'll make Beto happy."

"All right, let's go."

I jumped out of his bed, led the way down the hall to my room and got into my bed beside Beto. Dad came in wearing a robe and sat on Beto's side of the bed.

He said, "Beto, David told me what you guys have been discussing and I understand. My father was an alcoholic and although he lived with my mother and me, he was never around. Or if he was, he was too drunk to know what was going on and I never really got to know him or felt that he was part of my life, especially when I got to junior high school. I wanted him to be proud of me and tell me what a good job I was doing, but he never did. In fact…" He chopped the sentence off and held his breath to keep from talking.

Exhaling, he stroked Beto's hair. "Well, never mind. Anyway, if you want me as a substitute father, I'm willing to stand in for you. I'll help you any way I can and you can depend on me to be there when you need me. You can trust me and I'll help you with your problems, no matter what they are. Also, I'm flattered that you'd want me to fill in for your real father and I hope I can be what you expect as a father. It's not an easy job you know."

I scooted over as close to Beto as I could and said, "Thanks, Dad. I knew you'd help."

Beto grinned and said, "Yeah, thanks – Dad."

Dad laughed, hugged us both and kissed us on the forehead again. "Get some sleep or you'll be tired tomorrow."

After he left the room, I said, "How's that?"

"It's great. Thanks. Do you think you could ask him if I could stay here when my mother goes out of town instead of having a baby sitter? I'm getting too old for that."

"Yeah, I can see you wouldn't like that. I don't see why he wouldn't. Give him her telephone number in the morning."

"Great. Thanks." He turned toward me and we wrapped each other up, trying to get as much bare skin contact as possible. I stroked his back and the smooth skin on his butt while I kissed him.

The next thing I knew it was morning and I had to pee something awful. I slid out of bed, rushed to the bathroom and sat on the toilet. Sam may have ordered us to pee sitting down, but my stiff penis wasn't going to cooperate enough to let me bend it that far to point into the bowl. Not only that, but I couldn't force anything out of my bladder in that condition. So I stood in front of the bowl and pinched my penis behind the head until my erection went down enough so I could relieve myself.

Coming back to bed, I looked at the clock and saw it was only five o'clock in the morning. What was I doing up so early? As quietly as possible, I slid back into bed next to Beto.

When I did, Beto yawned and said, "I have to pee, I'll be right back."

He went to the bathroom and then he crawled into bed beside me so we could cuddle together again.

I said, "You know what? I'm looking forward to having you spend more time here. Especially in bed. I like having someone sleep with me a lot and it's not just about having sex. Sleeping with someone is warmer than by myself and I like having someone with me if I wake up at night. When you're not here, I sleep with Dad."

"Really? Are you naked when you do?"

"No, I have to wear something otherwise I can't."

"Too bad. Sleeping like this is nice."

"Yeah, I know, but I know something that's even better."

I ran my hand down his belly and caught his penis between two fingers. At the same time, I kissed him so he grabbed one of my bare butt cheeks and pulled my hips toward him so he could get a hold of my stiffening penis.

Beto said, "You're right and it is better."

I got my nose out of the way and kissed him. He leaned into my kiss and we kept our lips together while we masturbated each other to orgasm. Beto rolled onto his back afterward, but I followed him, almost lying on top of him.

Putting my lips next to his ear, I said, "I love you. Do you love me?"

He sighed and said, "Yeah, I guess I do. I wasn't sure for a long time, but now I realize that I do."

We fell asleep with our lips pressed together.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Sunday night after Beto had gone home, I slept with Dad again wearing soccer shorts and tee shirt. I pressed my chest against his back and listened to him breathe for a long time before I fell asleep. I'd been spending every night in bed with either Beto or Dad for more than two weeks and decided that I didn't want to sleep alone anymore. If Beto could spend the night when his mother was gone, that would be great and if he wasn't here I could sleep with Dad. I smiled and had one of the best night's sleep that I could remember.

The next day on Monday when Tommy said he'd be back, I was anxious to see if the welts and bruises I had given him were gone when he undressed for P.E. class. I hoped they would be so people wouldn't ask him about it or have someone report him for being a victim of child abuse.

Beto and I changed and looked for Tommy, but he never showed up for P.E. or the rest of the day in our classes. Each day for the rest of the week when he didn't come to school, we became more and more concerned. Thursday after school, we walked to his house, but no one was home. Did I beat him so much he was in the hospital or something?

It was too bad he missed that week of P.E. because the school had hired a teacher out of retirement replacing Mr. Scott to teach P.E. His name was Mr. Margeson and he must have been over 60, but he was in great shape and got rid of all of Coach Scott's procedures except the one about waiting in line to take showers because there wasn't enough room for all of us at one time. Everyone relaxed after a couple of days and we didn't even mind wandering around the shower room naked while we waited our turn to shower. The new P.E. teacher didn't seem to notice or care what we looked like. When someone asked him about it, he said, "If you've seen one naked boy, you've seen them all." I didn't agree with him and I don't think he really believed that, but we got the idea about what he was telling us.

Dad called Beto's mother about him staying with us while she was on trips and discovered she was going to be gone from Thursday through Sunday this week and was having a hard time finding someone who would stay with Beto that long. She offered Dad some money, but he turned her down and said just having Beto around was more than enough pay.

After we went to Tommy's house Thursday, Beto and I walked to my house where his mother had dropped off a bag of clothes for Beto for the long weekend so he wouldn't have to carry them to school. We changed out of our school uniforms and decided to surf the web while we waited for Dad to come home.

I opened my email and found a message from Sam:

35 – 04 and 35 – 05:

I don't need you two until next Saturday when I have a special request from an important client that you will help with. Between now and next week, you are both to go to the Gran Sol Tanning Salon each day and spend time on the tanning beds. Alicia, who owns the place is expecting you beginning tomorrow and will contact me if you don't show up. You'll get more information next week.

Sam

Beto and I read the message and I said, "What's that all about, I wonder?"

Shrugging, Beto said, "I guess she wants us to have an all – over tan. You look like a polar bear under your shorts."

"I suppose, but you, too?"

"Sure. I can get tan. You just can't see it as much as when you get tanned."

I held my arm next to his, which was about 6 shades darker than mine. "I see what you mean, but it's not like we have any choice. Have you ever been to a tanning place?"

"No, but I'm sure this Alicia will tell us what to do." He pointed at my computer. "Better find out where it is. Try Google Earth."

I looked and fortunately, it wasn't far from our school and our houses.

When Dad got home we had dinner and then Beto and I went right to my room where we spread out our homework across the floor and on my desk. I said, "You know, I like going to this school, but I wish we went to the public school. They don't give anywhere near as much homework."

Beto opened his science book and notebook. "That's true, but things can be pretty rough. I went there for a while and I sure don't miss the drugs and smoking and fights."

I sighed. "You win, I'll take the homework. At least tomorrow is Friday and we don't have to do anything for Sam this weekend."

Beto and I slept in my bed that night and the next morning showered together. After school, we went home and dumped our backpacks on the floor next to my desk. For the next hour or so, we watched stupid YouTube videos, laughing and making fun of the things that people do trying to get a video that would go viral.

After dinner, we watched a movie that Beto hadn't seen before and then went to my room. On the way up the stairs, Beto said, "Want to give each other a massage. I liked that first one and I really slept well afterward."

"Sure. Let me get the stuff out and ask Dad if he has more lotion."

After Beto and I massaged each other and took a long warm shower, we fell into bed, snuggled up against each other and spent a few minutes kissing before we fell asleep.

Saturday was great. It was the first time in weeks that Beto and I could spend the whole day doing whatever we wanted. We got up late after Dad left for his usual golf game and then we went to the mall and into stores that interested us and played some video games in the arcade. We got lunch at the food court and then went to a branch of the public library for the afternoon to do research for a social studies project.

Dad came home and we ordered pizza for dinner and we ate it in front of the TV. I said, Beto, what do you want to do now. Watch a movie or get on the internet?"

He smiled and said, "How about another massage?"

I laughed and said, "For someone who didn't think too much of doing it the first time, you seem rarin' to go for another one."

"Anytime. Let's go."

After we massaged each other, we showered and then sat at my computer watching parts of a movie on YouTube.

Beto clicked the mouse closing the browser. "You know what we should do?" I shook my head and he said, "Give your dad a massage. He's done both of us and we should give him one."

"What? I don't know about that. I've never done anything like that with him. He might not want to."

"I bet he will if we both ask him. All he can say is no."

I wasn't sure I wanted to give Dad a massage, but then I thought about all the times I slept with him trying to get as close as I could. This would be my opportunity to get my hands on all parts of his body. Well, maybe not all parts, but darn near. The more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea, especially since it came from Beto.

I said, "All right. Let's do it. We're ready."

Standing up, Beto slapped his bare butt. "We sure are."

We went down to Dad's den and asked. To my surprise he agreed. He said, "It looks like you two have already done each other. Do you still have everything in your room?"

I nodded and he got up from his recliner. "Okay, I'll meet you in your room."

Dad came in wearing his bathrobe about the same time that Beto and I had straightened out the towels on the floor and gotten more lotion. He undid the belt, dropped his robe on my desk and stretched out on the floor on his stomach.

I couldn't remember when I'd seen Dad without clothes on and I was afraid that he would look like the fat hairy guys on the web or worse, Coach Scott. He was a little overweight, but not a lot and the hair around his genitals spread down his legs, but it wasn't very thick. Overall I didn't think he was too bad.

We started on his shoulders and worked our way down. He didn't have any hair on his back or his butt, but his skin wasn't as smooth as Beto's was. When I worked on his legs, I just had to put a little more lotion on my hands which flattened out the hair and then my hands moved easily.

When he turned over, he said, "This is really nice, you guys. You've learned how to do this well." Then he sighed and closed his eyes.

I worked my way down over his chest and stomach and as I got closer, I examined his genitals. His penis was about four inches long and his scrotum had two nice sized testicles that were bigger than mine. What I thought was interesting was that his scrotum was very tight to his body and didn't hang down much compared to some that I had seen on the web.

Working my way down from his thighs to his feet, I put my hands as high on the top of his thighs as I could so the back of my hands touched his scrotum and penis. When I did, I started to feel the tingling that warned me I was about to get and erection. I couldn't have that happen so I quickly moved down.

Dad sat up when we finished and said, "Good job. You must be practicing on each other." I nodded and Beto smiled in confirmation. "That's good. Keep doing it as long as you like it." He put his hand on my forehead. "Do feel all right, David? Your face is red."

I moved away and said, "No, I'm fine. It's just a little warm in here."

He got up, picked up his robe and put it on. "Okay, then. Good night." And left my room.

Beto and I put everything away and climbed into bed. He was lying on his back and I was on my side stroking him from his chest down to his penis. I said, "You know it's funny, but I think Dad's chest is a smooth as yours. Do you think he shaves?"

"He must. Don't all men have hair on their chests when they get to be his age?"

"I think so. Or at least the ones I see on the internet do."

Beto sighed and grabbed my hand, pulled me over and kissed me. "You know I like this a lot. This is much better than having a baby sitter who just shows up because she's getting paid to do it. I really like your dad and I'm glad he let me stay."

"Yeah, I like it, too. I like sleeping with you and I like sleeping with Dad when you're not here."

"I know what you mean. When we sleep together, I'm more comfortable and sleep better. What's it like with your dad?"

"The same." I sat up and snapped my fingers. "I've got an idea. Let's go sleep with Dad."

Laughing, Beto sat up, too. "That's a good idea. Lead the way."

Beto followed my down the hall and into Dad's room. I got in on one side and Beto slid between the sheets on the other.

Dad turned over onto his back. "Okay, what are you two up to now?"

I said, "We want to sleep with you. Is that okay?"

"Why? Aren't you comfortable sleeping together?"

"Sure, but you have a bigger bed and after the massage, I thought all three of us could share it."

Dad sighed. "You win, but you'll have to put some clothes on."

Beto said, "But what about what you told me about removing barriers between people who trusted each other?"

"Are you planning to be a lawyer, Beto? If so, I think you're making a good start."

"No, but I understood what you were telling me. When David and I sleep together, I wouldn't want to have pajamas between us. It wouldn't be the same. Isn't that why people sleep in the same bed?"

"You're right Beto." Turning his head to look at me, he said, "David, I'm guessing that based on your behavior the last few weeks, that's what you want, too."

I was impressed with Beto's reasoning so I said, "I do and remember you said you'd be stand in for Beto's dad. Come on, Dad. We've already given each other massages all over. This won't be any different."

"Oh, yes it will, but I'm not going to try and explain how it's different. Move over so I can get up."

I stood beside the bed to give Dad some room. He got up, unbuttoned his pajama top, dropped his pajama pants and got back into bed. "Okay, we're set. No barriers."

Beto and I slid across the sheets and pressed our bare skin against Dad. I said, "Thanks, Dad."

Beto said, "Yeah, thanks, Dad."

Dad sighed and said, "I know at some point, I'm sure I'm going to regret this. I never thought that I'd be sleeping with two naked twelve – year – old boys."

I laughed and said, "Probably not, but I like sleeping with naked twelve – year – old boys."

Beto said, "So do I."

***

After our usual Sunday routine, Dad drove Beto home after lunch and I went along. When we dropped him off, we met his mother who seemed to a nice person, but she seems sort of distracted when Beto talked to her.

I worked on my homework for about four hours after dinner. Dad came into my room and said, "Do you really have this much homework, or did you and Beto not work on it much over the weekend?"

"Well, we worked on it some, but not enough."

"If Beto is going to spend more time here, you'd better plan to put more time into your homework. Okay?"

"We will. I'll be finished in an hour or so."

"Don't stay up too late. Good night."

I finished my homework at about ten – thirty, packed my backpack for tomorrow and dropped my clothes on the floor. Opening my door, I looked down the hall to see if there was a light on in Dad's room. There wasn't so I silently tiptoed to his room, eased the door open and crawled into bed beside him.

He must not have been asleep yet because he rolled over and said, "Homework done?"

"Yep, and I'm all ready for school tomorrow."

"David, if you want to sleep with me you'll have to put on some clothes."

"But, Dad, we all slept together naked last night. Why is this different?"

"I can't explain it to you, but it is."

"I don't understand. What about removing barriers between each other and giving you a massage? Didn't you mean that?"

Rolling over onto his side so he could face me he said, "I meant it, but there are times when those barriers are needed."

"But why? I don't want barriers between us. Are you telling me to go away?"

"No. Never." He reached out and wrapped me in a hug, pulling my face to his chest. "You made your point and there should be no barriers between us. Only one condition, though, we'll have to have a long talk about this sometime soon."

"All right. That sounds good to me."

Dad let go of me, rolled out of bed, dropped his pajamas on the floor and slid back beside me. When he did, I pressed my body tight to his and fell asleep.

On Monday when I got into bed with him, he got up and took off his pajamas without us talking about it. Tuesday he was already naked when I joined him. By Wednesday, I'd gotten tired trying to stay awake until he went to bed because he'd usually turn in an hour or more after I did. I undressed, went to his room, crawled into his bed and made myself comfortable. I fell asleep and when Dad came in, I didn't wake up, but in the morning, I felt his bare hip under my arm that was draped over him and I smiled.

Thursday was different. At about nine – thirty, he came into my room and said, "Are you about ready to go to bed?"

"Yeah, I just finished the last of my English homework. She always gives us a ton like she's the only teacher in school."

He laughed. "I've known teachers like that. If you're ready, I'll meet you in my room. It's time we had a talk."

When I got to his room, he was lying on his back on the far side of the bed. I got in and moved over until I could press my chest against his when I was on my side.

Dad stroked my hair, which I always liked having him do and then I said, "Let's talk."

"Okay. What do you want to talk about?"

Right there, Dad stumped me. I had about a million things I wanted to ask him, but most of them were off – limits and I wondered if I'd ever be able to tell him some of things Beto and I have been doing. After thinking for a long time, I thought of something.

"Dad, did you and Mom sleep this way?"

"Yes, we slept together. Most married couples do.

"Well yeah, but I mean, did you sleep naked?"

"No. Your mother didn't care for that, although I did. She was a very strong – willed person and had opinions that were impossible to change. That made things difficult at times, but overall I didn't mind. Really about the only time we were naked together was when we had sex."

"Is that why you wanted me to wear clothes?"

"That's part of it. When two people love each other, they use sex to show that love. But sleeping together is part of that love as well. It's not just sex; it includes a commitment to each other, trust, a willingness to work together for a common goal and most of all to know that someone will be there when you need her."

"I understand. That's how I feel when Beto and I sleep together. I feel it even more when I sleep with you. Is that why you asked me if I loved Beto?"

"Yes, it is. Sex is only a small part of loving relationship. If all you have is sex, you don't have much."

"I hope mine lasts. I really miss him when he's not here." I took a long pause to think and finally said, "If we love each other, does that mean that Beto and I are gay?"

"Honestly, I don't know. At your age, when the hormones have just kicked in, it's not unusual for boys to be attracted to other boys. There's nothing wrong with what you and Beto are doing and as long as you love each other, you should continue. The only thing is you have to keep it to yourselves. There are a lot of people who don't understand a person's sexual orientation and can make their lives very difficult."

"Yeah, I know. I read in the papers about kids who are gay who kill themselves."

"That's true and it happens way too often. Promise me that if you ever have problems with other kids, you'll let me know right way."

"I promise." Dad turned on his side and hugged me. I pressed in against him and felt the end of his penis drop onto my thigh. "What's it like?"

"What's what like?"

"You know, sex with a girl. I've seen people having sex on the web and I wonder what it's like."

"Physically, it's nice. It's a way that you and your partner show that you are completely committed to each other and willing to give each other as much pleasure as possible. Having sex is giving not taking."

"I don't understand."

"When you have sex, you want to give your partner as much pleasure as possible, not worry about your own. When your partner does the same to you, both of you end up satisfied with the experience."

"Okay, I understand now. That's what I do with Beto, but we've never talked about it. I will this weekend when he comes over tomorrow."

"You should."

Dad kissed me on the forehead, fluffed up his pillow and closed his eyes. I did the same and didn't remember anything else until I woke up with a full bladder. Dad was lying on his back, snoring softly and I had my whole body pressed against him with my head cradled in his should and not on the pillow anymore. My left arm was thrown across his hips with my hand on his thigh. I was thinking about getting up to go to the bathroom when I realized there was something under my forearm. I very slowly lifted my arm and set it down again.

My arm was resting on Dad's erection. I guess all guys get them, but I'd never seen my dad with one. Gently, I lifted my arm again and moved it toward me until my hand was over his erection. Moving in tiny factions of an inch, I traced the outline of his penis and around his pubic hair. I touched the head and had an instant erection of my own. Dad's was much bigger than mine, but he wasn't huge like the ones I saw on the porn sites-it was average, I guess. I don't know how long I gave his penis feather touches, but finally Dad's snoring broke and he turned onto his side away from me.

By this time, my bladder was about to burst so I got out of bed as quietly as possible and went into Dad's bathroom. I didn't turn the light on until the door was closed. I grabbed my penis and stroked furiously. It only took a dozen or so full – length strokes before I had a huge orgasm that was so strong I had to grit my teeth to keep from making noises.

I cleaned up, relieved myself, turned off the light and got back into bed. Dad looked up and said, "Are you all right David?"

Pressing my body against his, I said, "Yeah. I am. Better than ever."

Chapter Thirty-Five

On Monday, I was sure Tommy would show up, but he wasn't there for first period P.E. and Beto and I walked to our second class speculating about where he might be. When we went into our English classroom, there he was sitting in his usual seat.

We rushed over and I said, "Tommy! Where have you been? I was getting worried."

Beto said, "Yeah. You said you'd only be gone for a week and it's been three."

Tommy smiled, but it was weak and without humor. "Hi, guys. I can't talk to you about it now. After school?"

I said, "Sure, we'll meet out front and go to my house." The teacher called the class to order. "See you then. Glad to have you back."

Beto said, "Me, too."

All day between classes, Beto and I tried to start a conversation with Tommy and he only answered in monosyllables when we'd ask direct questions. He'd changed and I was worried that I was the cause even though he made me to do it. As much as I wanted to know where he'd been and what had happened, I didn't pressure him and just sat quietly with him at lunch.

After school, we walked to my house and I led everyone upstairs to my room. When we went in, Tommy closed and locked the door, then moved to the middle of the room facing us.

"I have something to show you and then I have to ask each of you a question. This isn't something I want to do, but I have to. All you have to do is answer my question honestly-no matter what it is. You promise?"

Beto nodded and I said, "Sure, Tommy. We won't lie to you and we'll keep your secrets." I looked at Beto and he nodded. "We all promised to keep our secrets."

Tommy said, "Okay. Just sit down, don't ask questions and let me do this my way."

Beto and I sat on the end of my bed where we could watch Tommy in the middle of the room. When he turned his back to us and undressed, I watched closely to see if there were any marks on his legs and I was relieved when I didn't see any. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear, he pushed them to his feet and stepped out of them. I looked there, too and didn't see any bruises on his smooth, bare cheeks so he must have healed completely in the last two weeks. Now that he was naked, he put his hands behind his head and turned around.

I was shocked at what I saw. He'd lost some weight so his belly wasn't quite as pudgy as before, but what amazed me was that his nipples were pierced and there was a gold wire loop hanging from each. He was also locked into a clear plastic chastity device exactly like the ones Beto and I had.

I opened my mouth to say something, but he cut me off. "Don't say anything. Answer my questions and don't lie."

Nodding, I glanced at Beto and saw he was as stunned as I was.

Tommy lifted one gold wire loop with his fingers to show the beads threaded on it. He said, "I'm 63 – 02. David, what's your number?"

There was no point in playing dumb. If Tommy knew what the loops were for, he had something to do with what Beto and I were involved with. I said, "Mine's 35 – 04."

"Beto. What's yours?"

He said, "35 – 05. How do you know this?"

Tommy put his hand behind his head again and ignored the question. "You know what the number means?"

We nodded and I said, "Yeah. We do. When did you…"

He interrupted. "I was ordered to find out if you had numbers and if you did, I was to tell you about the last three weeks."

I said, "Okay. We want to know. But you can sit down."

"No. My orders are to stand this way to tell you. That Sunday when I went to my aunt's house, I thought the week there would be enough time to heal so no one would notice my welts and bruises in P.E. My aunt lives in a huge old Victorian house that she changed into a bed and breakfast. It's out of town and surrounded by a high fence with lots of shrubbery so it can't be seen from the road or anywhere else. She has a huge in – ground swimming pool and that afternoon, my aunt insisted that we all go swimming. I wore a baggy suit that I thought covered the welts, but it wasn't long enough and she saw them. She and my mother pulled the legs of my swimsuit up and demanded I tell them how I got the marks."

Beto said, "You didn't, did you?"

"Not then."

I said, "Not then? You mean you told them later?"

Tommy said, "Let me tell it."

"All right." Now I was worried. Who did he tell and how much? Did he give my name to his aunt and mother?"

"When I wouldn't tell them what had happened, my aunt called a doctor and my mom made me go to my room, change into just underwear and wait. The doctor came in about an hour later and she gave me an exam."

Beto said, "She? The doctor was a woman?"

"Right. I was embarrassed just wearing boxers, but she acted like any other doctor. After she checked me over, she had me lie face down on my bed and pulled my underwear down. At first, all she did was put some first aid cream on the welts and bruises, which felt good. Then she dug around in her bag and gave me a shot in the butt. She told me to pull my underwear up and stay in bed until she came back."

I said, "What was the shot?"

"I don't know, but in a few minutes, I felt like I was floating and was completely relaxed. I'd never felt that way before and I liked it. I thought I might go to sleep, but my mother, aunt and the doctor came in and started asking me questions. For some reason, I couldn't help myself and I told them everything."

I said, "Everything about Saturday?"

"Yeah. About Saturday and every other time with you and Beto."

Beto said, "Did they get upset?"

"No. Just the opposite and Mom looked happy, but she was concerned about how bad I had you beat me. The doctor told them that there'd be no lasting injuries and the marks would fade in a few days. Anyway, after I'd told them everything I could remember, they helped me to my feet because I was really unsteady and told me to take off my underwear. I didn't want to, but I couldn't stop myself and I ended up standing there naked in front of my mom, aunt and the doctor. They turned me around and I had to bend over and pull my butt cheeks apart. They looked at me there for a minute and then my mom and aunt each took an elbow and helped me up to the attic. It had been remodeled with bright lights, white walls and polished wood floors. The roof was at funny angles, but that didn't matter. It was filled with all sorts of equipment for tying people up. There were chains hanging from the ceiling and fastened to the walls along with different kinds of wood and metal furniture. On one wall was a huge collection of paddles and whips and lots of things I couldn't identify."

Beto said, "They didn't use any of that stuff on you did they?"

"No. They laid me on a leather – covered table and put straps on my ankles and wrists and across my chest to hold me down. Then the doctor pierced my nipples and put the wires in. She also pierced my penis." Tommy lifted the chastity so we could see the ring through the end. The doctor put some stuff on it so that it didn't hurt much."

He stopped talking and I said, "Is that it? When did they put the chastity on?"

Tommy said, "That's all I can tell you right now. I have to prove to my mother and aunt that I told you this. When I do, she'll let me tell you the rest of it."

Beto said, "What do you have to do to prove it?"

"I have to tell them your numbers and give them two condoms that you've used."

Beto said, "I don't know…"

Tommy said, "Please! If I don't, they'll punish me. They already know that we've been having sex, so doing it again won't make any difference."

I said, "Well, I guess you're right. We can do that for you. Do you have the condoms?"

He walked to his book bag and pulled out a plastic bag with two condoms in it. "Take off all your clothes and then put them on."

"Why do we have to be naked?"

"Because that's how my mom and aunt want you to do it. Please do it that way so I won't be punished."

I shrugged. "Okay. It doesn't make any difference, I guess. We've masturbated together before."

"No, you can't do it that way. I have to suck your dicks." He reached into his bag took out his cell phone. "While I do, you have to take at least ten pictures of me doing it."

Beto and I gave each other a skeptical look and Tommy said, "Please, you have to. My mom already knows and a few pictures won't matter."

I said, "Okay, Tommy, you're right and we'll do it your way."

I undressed and Beto followed. When we were naked, Tommy gave us each a condom. Mine was white and the wrapper said it was vanilla flavored, while Beto's was black and licorice flavored. If nothing else, those two flavored condoms convinced me that Tommy had somehow become part of what Beto and I were entangled in.

He dropped to his knees in front of me and waited until I'd stroked my penis enough to get it stiff so I could unroll the condom. Then he took my penis into his mouth and brought me to an orgasm while Beto took pictures with Tommy's cell phone.

Then Beto took my place while I took pictures. When Tommy was done, he held out the plastic bag and Beto and I slipped the condoms off our softening penises and put them in. He sealed it and put it in his backpack and began to dress.

Tommy said, "Thank you. I was worried you wouldn't do it for me."

Beto said, "No way. Somehow we're in this together so we'll have to help each other out any way we can. Just let us know what else we have to do."

He smiled for the first time. "I can't tell you the rest now and it might be a few days before I can, but I will. I'm changing schools and Mom and my aunt say they have things I'll have to do with them because of that. Thanks again."

Beto said, "You're going to go to another school? Why?"

"I can't tell you now. Later. I have to go."

After Tommy left, Beto and I didn't get dressed and sat on the end of my bed. I said, "Tommy's changed."

"I know. He's lost a lot of weight so he doesn't look so fat around the middle anymore and he seems to have a little more muscle, but I can't tell if that's just because he's skinnier."

"Yeah. Did you notice that his hair is longer and he's also got an all – over tan? He always had pale skin like he never went outside. Does that have anything to do with Sam telling us to use the tanning beds?

"I don't know, but I'm sure we'll find out soon enough."

"I hope so because I really want to know what happened to him and what this new school is all about. Especially since it looks like we'll be going there, too."

"Speaking of going somewhere, we have to go to that tanning place right now."

Beto picked up his clothes from the floor. "You're right. Let's go."

We found the place without any trouble and went inside. At the counter, I said, "We'd like to talk to Alicia."

A short woman with red hair turned around and said to the lady at the counter, "These two have an appointment and I'll take them." Coming from behind the counter, she said, "Follow me."

She led us to a room with a large tanning bed in it and closed the door. "Sam said that I should expect 35 – 04 and 35 – 5. Is that you?"

Beto and I nodded and she scowled. "In the future, you will answer all questions with 'yes ma'am' or 'no, ma'am'. If not, there will be consequences. Do you understand?"

Beto and I chorused, "Yes, ma'am."

"You catch on fast. That's good. Take off your clothes, put them on the bench and wait until I come back in the 'present' position."

We said, "Yes, ma'am." And started to undress.

When she came back, she looked us over carefully front and back. "I can see why Sam likes to shoot you two. Many of our clients would slobber over pictures of you in action. Now here is what you'll do for the next week."

She explained how the tanning bed worked, gave us lotion that we had to put on each other and told us we had a half hour for both of us to tan, get dressed and leave. As soon as she went out the door, Beto and I went to work and were finished in twenty – five minutes.

Walking home, it didn't seem to me that the tanning did any good, but Beto said we couldn't take too much at once because we'd probably burn. Or at least I would, especially on my butt.

***

Tommy wasn't at school the next day and our homeroom teacher said a note was sent around from the office telling all the teachers that Tommy had transferred to another school. Beto and I looked at each other and shrugged because we wondered where he had gone. That afternoon when I logged onto my email account, there was a message from Sam. I guess I wasn't too surprised because she had to know what was going on with Tommy. I opened the email and read:

35 – 04,

I understand your friend Tommy is now a participant. This has some interesting possibilities. The school Tommy has transferred to is a private school that is extraordinarily exclusive. However, it has openings for students with certain talents and experiences like those of you and 35 – 05 and so you will transfer there as well. Please note that for students with special abilities, there is no tuition and the educational program as well as athletics are excellent.

Do you like the pictures? They came out well and your friend, 63 – 02 is a good model.

You will soon be given more information about the school that you will give to your parents. You will also be able to talk to a current student, 10 – 73 in the near future who will fill you in from a student's point of view.

Sam

I opened the attachment and found four pictures of Tommy having oral sex with Beto and me. In each, it was obvious who we were and the black and white condoms we had on were clearly visible.

On Friday, as soon as I saw Beto, we got together where we wouldn't be overheard. I said, "I got an email last night. You get one?"

"Yeah. I don't think too much of the idea of changing schools and I doubt my mother and your dad will either."

"I don't know. Tuition here is pretty steep. If we could go somewhere else that's just as good for free, I'm sure my dad might consider it."

"Maybe. Mom always complains how much it costs, too. So it's possible."

"Isn't 10 – 73, Connor?"

"Uh huh. It figures that he'd be going to school there. If we really do get a chance to talk to him, maybe he can tell us what this is all about. It's a lot bigger than Sam and Lee taking pictures.

"That's for sure." The bell rang and I said, "Let's get going. P.E. class. I'm looking forward to it now."

Tommy was waiting for us in the hall outside of our last period class. He had a full book bag and when we came out, he said, "I had to come to get the stuff out of my locker since I don't go to school here anymore."

I nodded. "Yeah, one of our teachers said you transferred. Where's the school at?"

"I can't tell you anything about it, but someone is going to set it up so you can transfer there, too. Then you'll know."

"Someone sent me an email with information about the school last night. Is that what she means?"

"Right. Both you and Beto. They'll tell you more about it later." He looked around to see if anyone was listening to our conversation. "I can tell you about the rest of the week now. Can we go to your house?"

"Sure, let's go."

Tommy followed Beto and I into my room, then closed and locked the door behind him. He moved to the middle of the room and undressed with his back to us, put his hands behind his head in the 'present' position and turned around. A chastity device was still locked on his genitals and the gold wire loops dangled from his nipples.

"Okay, after the doctor pierced my nipples and the end of my penis, my mom and aunt unstrapped me from the table and helped me downstairs to my room. I was lightheaded, but I felt so good I didn't care. They put me to bed and I heard the door lock when they left.

"The next morning when I woke up, I had to pee really bad so I ran into bathroom connected to my room and tried to pee standing up, but because of the chastity, I couldn't aim into the toilet. Just in time, I figured out I'd have to sit down. The pee coming out burned around the ring in the end of my penis, but I had to go so bad I didn't care that it hurt. When I was done, I looked in the mirror and checked the loops hanging from my nipples just to be sure it had really happened and I wasn't dreaming. They didn't hurt except when I pulled on them.

"I went back to my bedroom and looked for clothes, but they had taken everything. Then I went into the bathroom to get a towel to wrap around myself, but there weren't any towels either. I tried to open my room door and couldn't, so I got back into bed."

I said, "Weren't you scared?"

"Yeah, but as weird as it was, my mother and aunt were doing it to me. They had never hurt me before so I was nervous, but not scared. Eventually, my mother, aunt and another woman came in. Mom ordered me to get out of bed, but I didn't want to because I was naked. In spite of that, they yanked me out and made me stand with my hands behind my head. I was so embarrassed, I almost cried.

"The new woman said her name is Alee. She was my personal trainer and said I had to follow her orders without asking questions. Then she turned me around and spanked me a few times with her hand."

"Did it hurt?"

"Not really. It just made my butt warm, which I didn't mind too much, but she said she'd be a lot more forceful if I didn't cooperate."

"What happened next?"

"She measured me all over and took pictures. Then told me that for the next two weeks I'd have to exercise six times a day and follow a diet she had worked out."

"Exercise? Why did they make you do that?"

"She said that I was overweight and out of shape. Mom said that the new school I was going to go to required that I learn gymnastics and I had to be ready for that."

Beto said, "So what did you have to do?"

"Well, as I was eating breakfast another woman came in. She said her name was Mistress Olga."

Beto and I gave each other worried looks and I said, "We've met her. What did she want?"

"She had a different chastity to put on me that was a lot smaller. The one I had was too big and I could slip out of it. Mother gave the keys to Mistress Olga so she could take off the one I was wearing and put this one on. She handled me really rough and she scared me. I was glad when she left."

"I can believe that. She scared us, too. After that, then what?"

"My aunt has a swimming pool and a big exercise room for people who stay there to use. First thing in the morning, I had to run on a treadmill and then I'd get to eat. After breakfast, I had to lift weights and then I got a rest. While I rested, Mom gave me a massage, which I really liked. Then I had to swim laps before lunch. After lunch, I had to stretch and do calisthenics and then after a rest, I had to ride a stationary bike. By dinnertime, I was exhausted but after I ate, I had to walk three miles on the treadmill again. Finally, I had to sit in a metal tank that my aunt called a whirlpool bath. A pump churned the water around so fast that I felt like I was going through a spin cycle in a washing machine. The water was hot and I felt a lot better after I got. After that, I got to lie on a padded table to cool off and then go to bed. By then I was almost asleep."

"Man, that's a workout. How did you manage to do all that?"

"It wasn't easy and every time Alee thought I wasn't working hard enough or following her orders the way she wanted, she would spank me. At first she just used her hand, but then she changed to a paddle and then used a whip at the end of the day when I was tired."

I asked, "Did exercising work?"

"Yeah, I lost six pounds in two weeks and I could work out a lot better."

Beto said, "I thought you looked like you had lost weight. You aren't skinny, but you look a lot better now."

Tommy said, "Thanks. I always wanted my body to look like you guys, especially since Coach Scott used to make fun of me and the other boys who were overweight."

I said, "Coach Scott is gone. We'll have to tell you about it."

Tommy said, "I'd like to hear that, but I don't have time now because I have more to tell you. They kept me naked all the time and on Saturday afternoon at the end of the first week, another woman came, shampooed and cut my hair so it looked more like a girl's haircut. She said when it was longer, it would look better. Then she showed me how to put on makeup. She made me put it on and take it off a bunch of times. On Sunday morning, she put makeup on me and helped me put on girl's clothes. When I was dressed, Mom and my aunt took me shopping and bought all kinds of girl's stuff for me. The rest of the week, I practiced with makeup and clothes when I wasn't exercising and on Friday and Saturday they dressed me as a girl and we went to the mall or to a movie or did more shopping."

I said, "So the only clothes you have are girl's clothes?

"Yeah. They said I had to get used to being a girl. Sunday morning I had to dress as a girl and we went home. When we got there, Mom got rid of everything but my school uniform. Since I'm going to a new school I won't need that anymore either."

"So you're going to go as a girl when you start your new school. Do you want to do that?"

"No, but I don't have any choice. I visited the school for a few hours this week and met the dean. She's a lot like Alee and doesn't take any lip from boys. I don't want to be a girl, but I'm not going to complain."

"Are all the teachers women?"

"Just about. I only saw one man there. And that's all I can tell you right now. I hope I didn't tell you too much. Maybe I can tell you more later."

"Well, okay. We can wait."

"As soon as I can, I'll tell you everything, but I haven't spent much time at the school yet and I don't know much about it other than I'm starting Monday. Now I have to prove to Mother and my aunt that I told you what they ordered me to."

I asked, "What do you have to do? Have sex with us and take pictures again?"

"That's part of it, but there's more this time. You and Beto take your clothes off while I get ready."

Beto and I looked at each other, shrugged and undressed. While we did, Tommy put his backpack on the bed and started taking things out.

He set a small mirror on the top of my dresser, combed his hair back and began to put on makeup. As we watched, Tommy transformed his face into that of a girl. When he was done, he pulled on a pair of frilly panties and put his arms through a bra.

Turning around, he said, "Hook this in back, will you. I can't reach it very well." After some fumbling, I managed to fasten the back and then he turned around. "The front has padding so I look like I have small tits."

Next, he pulled on a school uniform skirt and white blouse then combed is hair into a girl's style. Pulling on white socks, he put on black girl's uniform shoes. When he finished, he looked like a girl – a nice-looking girl. I guess he was even pretty.

Tommy handed me a digital camera. "I have to have oral sex with each of you and give the pictures to Mother. You'll have to wear condoms again so I can take them home to show Mother that you had orgasms. Is that all right?"

Beto nodded and I said, "Yeah, we'll do what you want. We don't want you punished. What do you want us to do?"

"Just take turns with the camera. I'll do everything else."

He took two packages of condoms from his backpack, dropped to his knees in front of Beto and sucked his penis into his mouth. When Beto got an erection, Tommy opened a condom and rolled it down the length of Beto's penis then went to work in earnest.

I walked around them and took a dozen pictures from different angles, including close-ups. When Beto had an orgasm, he grabbed Tommy's head and moaned and jerked each time he shot semen into the condom. I got several pictures of the pleasure twisting his face as his orgasm faded. Then I gave Beto the camera while Tommy moved in front of me. Since I already had a full erection from watching Tommy have sex with Beto, all he had to do was unroll the condom on me in order to get started.

Beto took pictures while I closed my eyes to concentrate on the pleasure coming from between my legs as Tommy brought me to a huge moaning, hip writhing climax.

Tommy got to his feet, removed the condoms from Beto and me and put them into a plastic bag. Then he collected the camera and put it back into his backpack. Taking a comb from his makeup kit, he arranged his hair that Beto had messed up and then put his makeup kit in the backpack.

He said, "Thank you. You were always on my side at school so I knew you'd help me. Mother told me that she'll be talking to your parents about you transferring to my school."

Beto said, "Go to your school? I don't know about that."

"Mother said you might not want to and she said to tell you that Sam said you had to."

Beto and I looked at each other in surprise. "Why did she say that?"

"I don't know, but she said you didn't have a choice."

"I don't know. Someone will have to talk my dad into it."

"Yeah, my mom, too."

Tommy said, "I know, but you'll have to help by telling them you want to change schools. It's a better school and your parents won't have to pay tuition anymore."

Beto said, "Really? Mom would like that. Tuition is really high."

I said, "Yeah, Dad complains about it, too. Tell us about your school."

Tommy shook his head. "I can't because I haven't been to any classes there yet and Mother hasn't given me permission. In a week or so, Mother will talk to your parents and then I'll be able to tell you what it's like. In the few times that I've been there, I'm beginning to think that it may be the best thing that's ever happened to me." He smiled for the first time that day and said, "I mean it. And if you guys were there, it would be even better."

Tommy's enthusiasm surprised me and I realized that, like everything else Beto and I had been doing, there was a lot we didn't know. "All right, I'll talk to Dad. Beto, can you talk to your mom?"

When Beto nodded, Tommy said, "Great. I'll talk to you in a couple of weeks." He picked up his backpack and walked to my bedroom door.

When he unlocked the door, Beto pointed at Tommy's pile of clothes on the floor. "Aren't you going to take these?"

"No. Those were the last boy's clothes I had and Mother told me not to bring them home. Can you get rid of them for me?"

I said, "Sure. See you in a few weeks."

After Tommy left, Beto and I dressed and talked about what had happened to Tommy. I said, "This whole thing is weird. Tommy will have to dress like a girl all the time even when he goes to school. That must be a really different school."

Beto said, "That's for sure. But if Sam has something to do with it, just about anything would be possible. What sounds strange is that he seems to be looking forward to it."

"I'm glad. He's had a hard time in school. If Sam wants us to go to Tommy's school, does that mean that the school is part of what Sam and the others do?"

"Looks like it. I mean, after getting that physical, punishing Coach Scott with the help of the police and making vids, I guess that this organization – or whatever it is – is really big and run by women. You think it's in more than this city?"

"Must be. Didn't you say that Jordan had a mistress at that college he goes to in another state?"

"Yeah, he did. It looks like we're in way over our heads."

Beto nodded. "I know, but there's nothing we can do about it."

"Nothing except do what we're told. So far, we haven't been hurt and Sam says we get paid for the vids we make. Also, by working for Sam, you've become my best friend and I don't want to lose that."

He stood, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. "You're more than a friend. I love you."

I grinned so wide my cheeks hurt. "You finally said it. I've told you that I love you, but this is the first time you've said it to me."

"Yeah. It took me awhile to get up the nerve, but I know I do and you should know. What do we do now?"

"I don't know other than riding it out to see where it goes. I suspect that we're going to discover there's a lot more to this changing school business that what we've seen so far. I'm sure I know what the 'special abilities' that Sam mentioned are, but I can't imagine how that sort of thing would fit into a school."

Beto said, "Yeah, I know what you're saying. By the way, my mother told me that I have to go with her to visit relatives this weekend. We may leave on Friday so I'll have to miss a day of school, but I'll be back on Sunday. She said she'd tell me when we're leaving tomorrow."

I said, "Okay, let me know. I'll miss you this weekend."

Beto stood and kissed me. I returned his kiss and I made an effort to delay Beto leaving, but he finally broke away from me with a laugh and went home.

I cleaned my room and picked up Tommy's clothes, burying them in the bottom of a dresser drawer. Then I fired up my computer and did a Google search for 'boys dressing like girls'. Thousands and thousands of sites came up. There were sites on how to put makeup on a boy, choosing clothes and even a summer camp where boys could dress as girls. There were several YouTube vids showing an older girl putting makeup on her brother, but those didn't look like they were serious.

It was amazing how many boys wanted to dress like girls. I kept surfing and found out that boys who dress like girls were called transvestites. Some boys take drugs to put off puberty and then later they take hormones so they'll grow breasts to become 'she-males'. The more I read, the more I worried about Tommy and what was happening to him. After a lot of thought, I realized that I didn't know enough about what his mother and aunt planned for him and decided to spend as much time as I could with him and do what I could to help. I had his email address so I could send him messages every day and maybe he'd give me more information. I didn't think it would be a good idea to walk over there. How would his mother react? I was also afraid Sam wouldn't want me to and I'd be in big trouble with her.

When I checked my email there was a message with no text from Sam, with a word processing document attachment. When I opened it, I found it contained two pictures: one of Beto and one of me standing naked in my room while a fully dressed girl performed oral sex on each of us. Even though I knew it was Tommy, I was sure no one could have told the difference.

I stared at the pictures for a long time wondering what it would be like to have sex with a girl. I loved having sex with Beto and hoped that sex with a girl would be as good. The more I thought about it, the more I realized a girl having oral sex with me would be same as a boy. It would have to be regular sex to be different and I had no idea when that would ever happen.

Almost without thinking about it, my hands unzipped my pants, pushed my underwear out of the way and lifted my erection up where I could reach it.

I was sitting at my desk doing homework when there was a knock on my door. "Come in."

Dad came in and sat down on the end of my bed closest to my desk chair. I was surprised because he rarely ever came into my room other than to check on me or say goodnight and he never sat down as if he was going to stay for a while.

I said, "Nothing on TV?"

"Only the usual." He looked directly at me and said, "There's something we need to talk about."

His serious expression made my face flush instantly. Did he know what Beto and I had been doing? Nervous sweat broke out on my forehead and a cold trickle ran down the middle of my back under my shirt. I turned in my chair to face him, keeping my fear off my face.

"You know your mom and I divorced when you were eight years old."

I let out a silent sigh of relief and relaxed. If that's what he wanted to talk about, he didn't know about the—other thing. But why? It happened years ago and he hadn't mentioned it since then so I didn't think it mattered any more.

"At the time, there was something about our divorce you weren't told because your mother and I didn't feel you'd understand because you were too young. Now that you're in junior high and growing up, it's time you knew." Taking a deep breath, he said, "I didn't divorce you mother, she divorced me. And she did because I'm gay—homosexual."

My mouth dropped open as I sat in stunned silence, unable to think of anything to say. Dad was gay? How was that possible? He didn't act or look gay. I mean, he and mom had me. So they must have been able to… I thought gay men couldn't do that.

"I've known that I'm gay since I was about thirteen. It was difficult and all through high school, I pretended I wasn't. I went out with girls and stayed away from guys as much as possible. When I started college, I went as far away from home as I could. That way, no one would know me and I'd have time to figure out how I was going to live as a gay man. In college, I had two short relationships with men, but they weren't serious." He sighed and said, "Then the year before I graduated, I met your mother."

I swallowed and discovered my mouth was dry. "I knew you met Mom in college, but you never told me any details."

"There really aren't any details. Your mother was amazing and we were in love instantly. We married before we finished school and you were born in the fall after graduation."

"But I don't understand. If you're gay how could you and Mom have me?"

He smiled. "You mean how could a gay man have sex with a woman and make a child?"

I nodded. "Well, yeah."

"Being gay isn't black and white—you are or you aren't. Between the opposite poles of gay and straight, there's a lot of gray area. Exactly in the middle are men who are attracted to both men and women equally. They're called bisexual. I'm close to the middle, although I somewhat prefer men to women." He sighed. "Except for your mother. She was special in every way and once I met her, there was no one else. For almost nine years, we had a great marriage…"

After a moment of silence, I said, "What happened?"

"She ran into one of the men I'd had a relationship with in college and he mentioned it. Not intentionally; he thought she already knew." Dad rubbed his face and sighed. "That was the end of everything between us because your mother is exceptionally homophobic."

"What's that mean?"

"She has an extreme, pathological hatred for homosexuals. She moved out that day and started divorce proceedings. Everything we had was gone."

I didn't know what to say. He was obviously upset talking about it so I did the best I could. "I'm sorry, Dad."

He sighed. "I know and thank you." He took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair. "There's more and I wish I knew of a way to say this that won't hurt you, but I can't. You live with me because your mother rejected you, too. She said that since I was gay, you would be also and so she wanted nothing more to do with you either. That's not true of course, because homosexuality is not genetic, but that's how she felt. I'm sorry."

"Dad, why are you apologizing? Living with you has been great." Gathering up my courage because I'd never said anything negative about my mother before, I said, "Anyway, screw her. If she didn't want us, why would we want her?"

"I guess we don't. It's been you and me since then and I think it's worked out all right."

"It's been more than all right. I can't imagine anyone else I'd want to live with."

"I'm glad. And what your mother thinks now really doesn't matter. I haven't heard from her since the divorce was final other than her sending me child support every month."

"She sends money for me?"

"That's right. Generally, in a divorce, the court orders one parent to help support the parent with whom the child is living. It's not a lot, but I've been investing it for your college expenses and it's added up to quite a bit."

"Thanks. But why are you telling me this now?"

"Two reasons. You're old enough that I wanted you to know the truth and because I've met someone."

"A guy?"

"Yes. I met him at the golf course early this spring."

"So that's why you've been golfing so much. I wondered because I never thought you liked golf much."

"I don't really, but it's one of the few ways guys can get together to do things and not raise suspicions. Anyway, I've come to realize that I love him and want to have a long-term relationship with him. He feels the same way."

"Wow. I don't know what to say. This is an awful lot to handle at once."

"I know. What I want you to know that you mean everything to me. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you and if you don't want me to do this, if you can't deal with it and what your friends might say, I won't. Greg and I talk about you all the time so he knows how important you are to me and understands that I'll cut it off if you have problems."

"Greg?"

"Oh, yeah. I guess I didn't tell you his name."

"So if I said I didn't want you to be with this guy, you'd drop him. You'd do that for me?"

"In an instant."

"I don't know what to say. Maybe if I met him then we could see how things work out. It would help me figure how I feel. It's been just us for a long time and I don't know if I want someone else here."

"I understand. When do you want to meet him?"

"The sooner the better, I guess."

"Tomorrow's Friday. I'll ask him to come to dinner then."

"Sure. That sounds okay."

"Good. I'll call him and make arrangements for dinner tomorrow at about six o'clock."

Dad stood and stretched. When he did, I got up from my chair and hugged him. He said, "Trust me, David. There's nothing we can't work out if we help each other."

***

At school the next day, I had a hard time concentrating in class all morning. Beto sat beside me at lunch, bumped me in the ribs with an elbow to get my attention and said, "What's wrong with you? You're here, but your head's somewhere else. Want to talk about it?"

I smiled at Beto and said, "Not now, thanks. I probably will by Saturday, though."

"Tough weekend coming up?"

"I don't know if it will be or not and that's the problem."

"Sam?"

"No. But that's the only thing I'm sure of."

"Okay. By the way, I won't be at school tomorrow. Mom and I are leaving tonight to visit her great aunt who isn't doing very well and won't be back until Sunday."

"Know what time?"

"She said the middle of the afternoon. I can call you."

"Would you? We could get together and do homework—and talk. I'll know what's happening by then."

"That's a good idea. I won't be able to do any homework while I'm there and I'll have a lot to get done by Monday. I'll call you as soon as I get back."

"Thanks."

Friday when I got home from school, Dad was already there because he'd taken off early from work and was in a frenzy of house cleaning. He drafted me to help as soon as I came through the door. I complained, mostly for show, but I knew how important this was to him and pitched in.

At six o'clock Dad sent me upstairs to shower and change. When I finished, I came down to the kitchen where he had just taken delivery of a catered dinner for three. I said, "I wondered how you were going to handle the food part of this. You aren't much of a cook."

"I know and that's why catering businesses exist. Anyway, Greg's a gourmet cook and I'm sure he'll make some significant changes in our diets."

"Probably. You haven't told me much about him. What else should I know?"

"Well, he's two years older than me and a psychologist. He has a doctoral degree and people call him 'doctor', but he's not a medical doctor. He works with children from about ten to fifteen years old who are having problems and seems to do a good job with them."

"So how's his golf game?"

Dad laughed. "He's a lot better than me because he's tall and has long arms for a strong swing. He's a terror off the tee, but I can putt better than he can. Oh, one thing I forgot to tell you is that he's albino. He's not sensitive about it and you shouldn't be startled. He's not a total albino so he can be outside in bright light, but has to avoid intense sunlight."

He kept talking about Greg, but I wasn't listening any more. Fear shut down my hearing. Albino! This was a large city and there must be any number of albino men, but I'd never seen any. If he was about Dad's age that would narrow the number down even more. Was this the guy that Beto and I had performed oral sex on when we had our physicals? Could a coincidence like that happen? Was he in the same organization that Beto and I were part of? I was so nervous that the smell of the catered meal in the other room upset my stomach so much that I wanted to throw up. I tried to stay calm by telling myself that he couldn't possibly be the same person.

As Dad chattered on about Greg, the doorbell rang. He said, "That must be him. Come on and I'll make introductions."

I followed him to the front entryway where Dad opened the door and introduced me as soon as Greg stepped inside. He held out his hand and said, "David! I finally get to meet you. Your dad has told me a lot about you. He's been showing me pictures of you for months. The pictures don't do you justice."

Shaking his hand, I stammered out a reply, but I don't know if it made any sense since my brain had been frozen by one fact: It was him! The man from the clinic. The last time I saw him, he'd been naked and chained with a ball gag in his mouth. But there was no question about who it was.

Dad and Greg went down the hall toward the kitchen, but I veered off, went upstairs to my room then closed and locked the door. I flopped down on my bed, squeezed my eyes closed and tried to keep from crying as my mind spun wildly.

What did he tell Dad? What was I going to say? 'Oh, yeah right, Dad. Greg and I have met before at a clinic where Beto and I had sex with him and his friend.' I can see how well that would go over.

There were voices outside my door. Dad said, "I'm sorry, Greg. We talked and I thought he was okay with trying to get to know you."

Greg said, "This isn't unusual. I've run across it in my practice occasionally. Accepting that a parent is gay in the abstract is one thing, but coming face to face with the fact in the form of another person and dealing with it is something else altogether. Give me a chance and I think I can help him adjust."

"I wonder if I should talk to him first, he's my son."

"I know, but trust me this time. Okay?"

"You're the doctor. I'll wait for you in the kitchen."

After a short wait, there was a knock on the door and Greg said, "David, open up. You know we need to talk."

We sure did! But I didn't want to right then so I didn't say anything.

He tapped on the door again and said, "David your father is downstairs and can't hear us." He rapped again. "Listen to me 10-03, I have a message for you from Sam. She said that you were to read it—or else. I'll slide it under the door."

I heard paper crinkle on the carpet so I got up, went to the door and picked up the envelope. Opening it, I took out a sheet of notepaper that said:

10-04,

You are to do what 21-01 tells you. There will be consequences if you don't. He is to report to me after he gives you this note. Respond appropriately.

Sam

Now I had butterflies of fear soaring around my stomach making me feel like I was going to puke. I unlocked my door and swung it open.

Greg said, "May I come in?"

When I nodded and stood aside, he came in and sat in my desk chair. Pulling out his phone, he sent a text message and then put the phone away. "I just reported to Sam. Close the door and then come over here and sit on the bed."

I did and he said, "First I have to apologize for startling you, but there was no way I could warn you. Next, I want to tell you that your father knows nothing about what you and your friend Beto have been doing with Samantha. In fact, when you Dad figured out that you and Beto were having sex here at home, I was the one who convinced him that the two of you were doing no harm and he might even want to encourage you."

I nodded my head, cleared my throat and said, "Now what are you going to do?"

"Nothing. I'm going to leave things as they are. The only change will be that your dad and I will spend more time together. I want to include you. We want you to consider both of us your father."

Part of my fear went away, but I was still worried. "You're asking for a lot."

"I know. I also know that it will take time, but I'm willing to work with you."

"What were you doing at the clinic that day?"

"Same thing you were. Every few months each mistress sends her Numbers to the clinic for examinations. That way they know everyone is healthy and there's no chance of an STD being spread around. Numbers have to be as healthy as possible."

"Numbers?"

"Doesn't Sam address you by your number?" When I nodded, he said, "Mistresses use numbers to keep track of the boys they have. Sam is Mistress number 10 and you and Beto are 03 and 04."

"I thought that's what they were for. Anyway, that's not what I wanted to know. Beto and I were at the clinic because Sam makes us work for her. If we do what she wants, we get paid and she won't send pictures of Beto and I having sex to our friends and to school."

"Oshawn, the other man who was with me, and I have our own mistress as well. He and I appear in gay porn videos Sam and others make. It seems as though there's large demand for black-white domination plots and bondage. We're particularly good at it."

"You still haven't answered my question. Why do you do it? Can't you quit?"

He leaned back in his chair. "I suppose I could, but if I did, I'd be headed for prison. A long time ago when I first started college, I had a young friend, a boy about your age. He was in love with me and I didn't know how to handle it. Eventually, I gave in to his pleadings and we had sex. To him, it was wonderful and it turned into a long-term relationship we both enjoyed. He wasn't able to keep the secret very well, though and his older sister figured out we were having sex. Once she knew, she made it clear I had two choices: be charged with sex with a child or go into service with a mistress. I thought about it for a long time, but I couldn't let anyone harm my boy with the publicity, courts and lawyers that would result if I were prosecuted. So I did what I had to do in order to protect him."

"I understand. What happened to the boy?"

"Oh, he's fine, happily married and we email occasionally."

"Dad told me that if I couldn't handle him being with you, he'd end it."

"I know. And he would. Your father loves you more than any father I've ever met and I've met hundreds in my practice. But you and I don't have a choice. Sam expects you to make it work so your father and I can be together."

"Dad said you met a few months ago."

"That's right."

"So are you, you know…"

"Yes, your father and I have been sexually active. Does that surprise you?"

"No, I guess not considering what Dad's told me about sex and why people do it. What does he say about you shaving?"

Greg chuckled and then said, "Frist of all, as an albino, I don't have much. And it's not uncommon for gay men to shave their body hair. I've talked your dad into shaving his chest and back."

"I noticed his chest."

"I'm sure. Your father talked to me about you wanting to sleep with him. He had a hard time with letting you do that. I understand your position, but your dad and I will have to be together. We do love each other and Sam will force you to allow it."

Flopping back on my bed I said to the ceiling, "I don't know if I can do that."

"You'll have try. Take your time. I won't push you. We can get together and talk about how you feel and that may help."

"So I'm going to be one of your patients?"

"Sort of, but in your case, I'm looking forward to having a son, not a patient. You're very special, you know. So is your friend Beto and I'd like to share that with you."

I sat up, sat on the edge of my bed and thought. After a few minutes, I concluded that there was only one option. Greg waited patiently until I finally said, "I'll try."

"Great." He held out a hand and when I put mine in his, he pulled me to me feet.

Dinner was good and Greg seemed to be going out of his way being pleasant and fun to talk to. He also talked about things Dad and I had done together to keep me in the conversation. After dinner, Dad and Greg cleaned up the kitchen while Greg kidded him about the catered meal. Then they went to the den to watch a movie. I went to my room and sat in front of my computer writing email after email to Beto that I deleted before I sent.

I heard Dad and Greg in the hall going toward his bedroom. Was Greg staying all night? I sat up until after 10 o'clock waiting for Dad to come in and say goodnight, but he didn't. I undressed, got into bed and read for an hour.

Then I got up, tiptoed down the hall and silently tried the doorknob on Dad's bedroom door. Locked. I put my ear on the door and listened. Faintly, I could hear them talking and the bed moving. Were they having sex?

I went back to my room and got into bed. My bed was cold and empty and I felt lonelier than I had ever been.

David Confronts his Dad about Greg

I didn't get to sleep until after midnight because I kept hoping Dad would come in and tell me goodnight. It was after 9 o'clock when I got up, which was long after Dad and Greg had gone to the golf course. After I showered, I got dressed and then went to the kitchen to find something to eat. Dad and Greg had left a note for me on the table with two twenty dollar bills lying on it.

David,

Greg and I are golfing probably until noon. There's lots of food. Help yourself. We left you some money if you want to do something. It's too bad Beto's out of town. Write us a note and tell us where you'll be today. Talk to you later.

Love you. Dads.

'Dads', 'we', 'us'? It seemed like they were pushing the family thing awfully fast and hard. Last night, after a lot of thought, I convinced myself to accept that I'd have to let Greg into my life, but I was a long way from thinking of him as 'Dad'. I might never get to that point.

In the 'fridge, I found a container of leftovers from the catered meal last night so I warmed them up in the microwave. I was happy when they turned out well and tasted good because I had inherited my Dad's lousy cook gene. After cleaning up, I wrote a note to Dad – not Dads – grabbed the forty bucks and took off to the mall. Fortunately, it wasn't far and I knew shortcuts so it only took fifteen minutes to hike over there. I browsed the stores, looked at the new cars on display in the main court and then had a long lunch at a fast food joint while I people-watched.

Then I went to two boring movies at the Cineplex and half-slept through both of them. At around four-thirty, I walked home and went to my room. Dad was home and made hamburgers on the grill – which he burned – and served them with potato salad he got at a deli on his way home. He tried to make conversation when we sat down to eat, but I concentrated on my food and only answered in monosyllables. Dad was trying too hard to act as if nothing was going on, which made both of us uncomfortable and made dinner awkward. Right after dinner, I went to my room, closed the door and sat down at my computer. I tried to compose another email to Beto, but couldn't get past the first couple of lines. How could I possibly explain everything that had happened last night in an email? That was a face-to-face conversation.

I went to bed early, mostly to avoid talking to Dad. But I couldn't get comfortable and tossed and rolled around without any progress toward sleep for a long time. When there was a tap on my door, I looked at my clock and saw that it was past ten. After another tap, my door opened and Dad came in wearing pajamas. Since he knew I was awake, I turned over so my back was toward him hoping he'd get the idea that I didn't want to talk right then.

He sat on the edge of my bed and said, "David, I'm sorry. I guess I did too much in too short of time. Please talk to me."

When I didn't say anything, he probably waited ten minutes or more. I was hoping he'd just go away and leave me alone, but he surprised me when he lifted the blankets and got into my bed beside me. He'd never done that before and when he began to rub my shoulders, my determination to be left alone and not talk to him broke. I rolled over into his arms, put my head on his chest and cried, sobbing for a long time as my tears soaked into his pajamas.

Finally, I calmed down and said, "Stay with me, Dad. Please."

He said, "You know I'll always will."

"I mean stay with me right now. Tonight. Here."

"All right." He got of bed and to his feet. "I'll have to change though. My pajama top is pretty wet."

"Dad, no. Please. Remember, no barriers?"

For a minute, he stood beside my bed looking down at me obviously trying to make up his mind about something. Finally, when I thought he was going to go back to his bedroom, he took off his pajama top and then dropped the bottoms on the floor. Naked, he got back into bed with me and I slid over and into his arms again.

"I'm here, David. I'll always be here for you. And I don't want anything between us."

"I know and thanks."

"Tell me what's wrong. Take your time and think about it first.

I snuggled up tighter to him trying to make as much bare skin contact as I could. I didn't have to think about it anymore. I'd spent all day doing that and knew what I wanted to tell him.

"For weeks, I've been sleeping with either Beto or you and I felt warm and comfortable and safe. But then last night, Beto wasn't here and you were gone. You were with Greg instead of me. I couldn't sleep because my bed felt cold and empty. I don't want to be alone."

"I understand. You think Greg is going to take your place. I'm sorry I didn't take the time to look at it from your perspective. Tomorrow, I'll tell Greg that we're done."

"No! You can't do that. If you tell Greg you're breaking up, you'll be unhappy and I can't do that to you. You've been alone for years since Mom left and now I know what that must have been like. You should have someone just like I do."

He sighed and hugged me close. When he let go, he said, "You know, for a boy only twelve years old, you understand a great deal about relationships between people. I didn't think about this enough and I've unintentionally created a dilemma for you by putting you in a position where nothing you do will make everyone happy. I guess you and I and Greg had better talk it over and see what we can work out. We all love each other so there must be something we can do."

"Yeah, I'd like to try that."

I pushed against Dad's chest so he turned over onto his back. When he did, I crawled up on him so we were chest to chest. He started massaging my back from my shoulders to my butt, which I liked and I turned my head sideways to press my ear against his sternum so I could hear his heartbeat. Smiling, I rubbed the side of my face against his smooth skin, thinking that maybe men shaving their body hair wasn't so bad after all.

"I love you, Dad."

"And I love you. Greg loves me and in time, he'll learn to love you, too. I hope that you can learn to love him. People who love each other can solve just about any problem."

"I hope so."

Digging my toes into my mattress, I pushed forward and lifted my head so I could kiss him. Not a quick peck on the cheek like the ones he'd been giving me, but a real kiss like the ones Beto and I give each other. I must have caught him by surprise because he ran his hands all the way down my back and cupped one bare butt cheek in each hand. When he did, I felt an erection fire up so I lifted my head and kissed him again.

He squeezed my buns, which drove my erection full up and said, "David, I love you, but we have to take this very slow."

I raised my hips to give my erection room and then settled back down on Dad. I was sure he could feel my hard penis pressing against his skin just below his belly button. "I understand. But I want to show you that I love you."

"David, I'm your father and you have to know that there are limits on the ways you can show your love."

"I know. But I promise I'll take it slow and be careful. Can I kiss you again?"

"Last one?"

Disappointed, I said, "Yeah."

He pulled me up toward his lips by lifting my butt. When he did, his fingers went into the valley between my cheeks and brushed my anus. It gave me such a trill I moaned and kissed him as passionately as possible. Maybe this would be the last kiss tonight, but I was determined that it wouldn't be the last one forever.

"Goodnight, David." And Dad rolled me off and lay on his side facing me.

"Goodnight, Dad. And thanks again." I pressed against him and in spite of my erection, fell almost instantly asleep.

When I woke up Sunday morning, Dad wasn't in bed with me. I went to my computer and checked my email. Beto had sent me a message at nine o'clock last night saying that he'd be home at around two o'clock. I replied by telling him to call me as soon as he got home and that I had to talk to him real bad.

I took a shower and went to the kitchen where Dad was making breakfast. It looked and smelled better than usual.

"Morning, David. I started breakfast as soon as I heard your shower. Greg gave me some tips about how to cook bacon and eggs. Looks like I'm doing okay."

I looked into the frying pan. "I think so. I'll make some toast."

The rest of the day was better than the day before because Dad had relaxed and we went through our usual Sunday routine without any stress. I told him Beto would be over and we'd be doing homework most of the afternoon. He said he'd make a picnic dinner for us. I thanked him and hoped for the best.

At about two-thirty, Beto came in, took his shoes off and lugged his backpack full of homework up to my room. Complaining about the work he had to do before tomorrow, he dumped everything on my desk and spread out his books and notebooks. He said, "So what was going on that made you so stressed out on Thursday?"

I sat on my bed and said, "I don't know where to start."

When I tried to start talking several times without success, he got up from my desk chair and sat beside me with his shoulder pressing against mine. "It must have been bad."

Taking a breath I said, "I don't know if it was or not. First of all, Wednesday night, Dad told me he was gay. And that's why my mom left."

Beto's mouth dropped open. "I never would have guessed that."

"I know and neither did I. I might have been okay with that, but then things got complicated." I told Beto about Greg and what happened at dinner, but I didn't tell him that Greg was albino.

He said, "That's not too bad. He sounds like a nice enough guy."

"He is, but that's not what complicated things." I took a moment to gather my courage and said, "Greg is albino and about the same age as my father."

Beto sat on my bed with a stunned look on his face and his eyes open in surprise. "You don't mean… No! He can't be."

I nodded. "He is. When Dad introduced him, I panicked and ran up to my room. Dad and Greg came up later and Greg talked Dad into letting him talk to me alone." I paused, took a big breath and said, "Then it got even more complicated, if you can believe that. He gave me a note from Sam telling me that I had to go along with what Dad and Greg were planning."

Beto got up and paced around my room swinging his fists. "I assume that includes me."

"She didn't mention you, but I'm sure that's what she meant."

"Does your dad know what we've been doing at Sam's?"

"Greg says he doesn't, but it will be a lot harder to hide – especially if Greg moves in."

"What do we do now?"

"I don't know. I guess we do what we're told and see how things work out."

"I suppose." He turned, went to my desk and flopped down in the desk chair in front of my computer. After running his fingers through his hair a few times, he smacked my desk with a fist and said, "I don't want to talk about that anymore. Let's do homework."

He hadn't done any homework since Thursday night and he was way behind. I got out my books and assignments and we went to work. A few times, I tried to talk about something other than homework, but Beto refused and eventually got mad when I kept trying. I gave up and dived into homework with everything I had.

All evening, Dad supplied us with snacks and soda and called Beto's mom several times. It was after ten o'clock when we finished. Beto packed up his homework and Dad drove him home. I straightened up my room, used the bathroom and then undressed. Naked, I padded down the hall to Dad's bedroom, crawled into his bed and fell asleep. When he got into bed with me, I awoke just long enough to press against him before going back to sleep.

At school the next morning, Beto wouldn't talk to me other than to say 'hi'. I sat with him at lunch, but he didn't include me in any of his conversations. After school, he disappeared and I walked home alone for the first time in weeks.

I got into Dad's bed that night and made myself stay awake until he joined me. When he settled, I slid against him and said, "Dad, I told Beto about the weekend and now he won't talk to me."

He reached over and ran his hand through my hair and across my shoulders. "What do think's wrong."

"I don't know. It could be a bunch of things. Since he won't talk to me, I don't know."

"David, I'm sorry. Kids often react badly when they find out a friend has a gay parent, but I didn't expect Beto to act this way. I know you told him that you love him. Does he love you?"

"He says he does. Or at least he did. Now I don't know."

"If he really does, he'll work it out with you some way. Just do what you normally do and be with him even if he won't talk right now. If you show him that you think nothing has changed, he'll understand."

"I sure hope so."

Tuesday and Wednesday were no better than Monday, but I followed Dad's advice and followed along with Beto just like always. He still wouldn't talk to me, but at least he wasn't ignoring or avoiding me. Each night, I'd send him email and put something on his Facebook page trying to get him to talk to me that way. He finally got back to me and said, 'Give me time. This is harder than I thought.' That was encouraging, but not definite.

When Dad got into bed with me, I rolled into his arms and cried. The thought of not having Beto made me hurt so much I couldn't help it. Dad talked to me trying to keep my spirits up, but it wasn't doing much good. After a while, I got mad at myself for being such a baby at twelve years old and crying. Still, I couldn't help myself. Crying helped ease the pain.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Tommy's New School

On Wednesday after I'd finished my homework, I decided to check my email before I went to bed and found a message from Sam:

10-03 and 10-04:

63-02 and his mother will visit you Friday. They will talk with 10-04's mother at noon for lunch since she was available then. Friday after dinner, they will meet with 10-03's father. 10-04, you will be at the home of 10-03, planning to stay overnight. 63-02 will stay overnight as well.

In both cases, 63-02's mother will discuss changing schools with your parents and 63-02 will talk with you both about it Friday night.

63-02's mother will give you further instructions before she leaves Friday.

It will be your responsibility to convince your parents that you want to go to the same school as 63-02. The mother of 63-02 will report to me the result of her meetings. It is to your benefit that you go to that school. Things will not go well if you do not.

Sam.

I read the email several times wishing Sam would use names and then sent a text message to Beto to see if he got it, but he didn't answer before I went to bed. I had mixed feelings about the message. On one hand, I was looking forward to spending the night with Tommy and it was good that Beto and I would have to be together again. Maybe I could patch things up. On the other hand, we didn't know anything about this school and that worried me. If Sam was involved with it, I couldn't imagine what we would have to do there. The only thing I was sure of is that it wouldn't be like any school I'd ever been to before.

I slept with Dad that night and while he rubbed my shoulders, I thought about what I'd tell Beto Friday. When I was almost asleep, I rose up on my elbows, crawled onto his chest and kissed him.

He said, "What was that for?"

"For helping me."

"I told you I'd be here for you."

"I know and I think that maybe Beto and I will get back together this weekend."

He hugged me and said, "That's great. Keep me updated." Then he kissed me.

The next day at school, I waited outside near the door for Beto to show up. As soon as he saw me, we went to a corner of the building where we could talk and not be overheard.

I said, "Did you get the email from Sam?

"Yeah."

"So what do we do?"

He shrugged. "What she says. What else?" And then he walked into the building.

I was worried when he brushed me off because I'd come to depend on him. If we were going to go to a new school, I'd need his support as much as he'd need mine. All day I went around school with him like always, but he still wouldn't talk to me. At lunch, he pulled out a plastic bag of cookies.

"Want a cookie? My aunt made too many and sent them home with Mom and me."

"Sure." I took one and after I took a bite, I said, "It's good. Thanks."

He nodded, gave me a few more and then concentrated on his food again. I was happy he started a conversation, even if it was small.

He gave me more cookies at lunch on Friday, but still wouldn't say much. After school, we walked to my house in silence. After taking our shoes off at the front door, we carried our backpacks upstairs to my room and dumped them on the floor next to my desk. He went to my bed, stretched out, put his hands behind his head and looked straight up.

Talking to the ceiling, he asked, "Are we gay?"

I shrugged and said, "I don't know for sure, but I don't think so. Every time I see that black-haired girl, I get an erection. Would that happen if I was gay?"

"I don't know. The same thing happens to me, but I still like having sex with you."

"Dad says that when boys start puberty, it sometimes takes a while for our feelings for either boys or girls to get sorted out. He also says that sex is how people show they love each other. I think that's what we're doing – showing that we love each other."

"That makes sense, but I still want to have sex with a girl."

"I do, too. I wonder if loving someone makes sex better." When he didn't answer, I said, "Do you think we'll make vids at Sam's where we have sex with girls?"

Beto sat up and said, "I don't know and I'd like to ask Sam, but that's probably not a good idea."

"That's for sure."

"Do you think Tommy is going to be dressed like a girl when he comes over with his mother tonight?"

"I hope not. That would be awfully hard to explain – even to Dad."

Beto got to his feet and said, "I guess we'll find out soon enough."

We started our homework for something to do while we waited for Dad to come home. As soon as he came in the door, he told us that he'd ordered pizza as he left work to be delivered at 5:30. That was good because that way Beto and I wouldn't have to eat one of his disastrous meals.

As we dug into the pizza, Dad said, "Your friend Tommy and his mother are coming tonight to talk about you guys transferring to his school. She said Tommy has been talking to you about it and you were thinking about changing."

I said, "Yeah, he says it's a good school. He was bullied a lot at our school – even by some of the teachers."

"That's what his mother said and they don't permit bullying at the school he's at now. She also said you guys stuck up for Tommy and I'm glad you did. One of the things about the other school I like is that I wouldn't have to pay tuition. Your current school charges a lot and they say it's going up again. Since Tommy's in the seventh grade like you, he's going to tell you about the school while his mother and I talk about academics, uniforms, costs, and boring things like that. From what I've heard so far, we should seriously consider it."

While Beto nodded agreement, I said, "Me, too. I can hardly wait for Tommy to tell us more about it."

We had just finished cleaning up from dinner when the doorbell rang. Dad, Beto and I went to the front door where he opened it and invited Tommy and his mother in.

Tommy said, "Hi, everybody, I want to introduce my mother, Dominique."

Dad introduced us and said, "David why don't you and Beto go up to your room where you can talk to Tommy while Dominique and I go to the den."

I said, "That sounds good. C'mon Tommy. Let's go upstairs."

As we headed for the stairs, I heard Dad tell Tommy's mother that he'd get her coffee. That meant Dad was going to settle into the den and talk forever. Generally, he doesn't jabber just to be talking, but every so often he does and he always makes coffee when he does.

Tommy and Beto followed me to my room and when we were inside, I closed the door. I said to Tommy, "I was worried that you'd come over dressed like a girl and I'd have to explain that to Dad. You look okay though."

Tommy laughed. "Mother mentioned that so I picked out a sweatshirt and pants that were sort of neutral. They are girl's clothes though. Look at the lacey pink trim on the edges."

When Beto and I looked close, sure enough, there was trim around the neck that was too small to see from a distance. I said, "I never noticed, but I think it looks good on you."

"Thanks. I have other sweatshirts with ponies and kittens and girls' things like that on them. Did you know that girl's clothes are a different shape than boy's clothes?"

Beto said, "No, I didn't know that."

"I didn't either until I started wearing them and I think they fit better than boy's clothes; at least they're more comfortable." Tommy went to my bed and sat on the floor with his back against the side. "Mother wants me to tell you about the school."

Beto and I sat down on the floor facing him and I said, "Yeah. You wouldn't tell us much about it the last time. Doesn't going to school dressed like a girl bother you?"

"I thought it would, but every grade has at least one boy who dresses like a girl, one has three, so everyone expects it." He stopped and got a faraway look on his face. "In fact, I think dressing like a girl and going to that school is the best things that ever happened to me."

Beto said, "Huh? I don't get it."

"Well, my first day I went to the Dean of Student's office and met my Mentor. Every boy has a girl who's his Mentor. I have to sit next to her in class, carry her books and she makes sure I get my homework done and I follow the rules." Tommy smiled. "Basically, the girls run the school and boys follow their orders."

"Don't boys get to run anything?"

"No. There's a routine for everything that boys have to follow and our Mentors make sure we do it."

I said, "So why do you like it?"

"Well, girls are always first in everything and boys are last. But dressed like a girl, the Mentors say that I'm more than a boy, but less than a girl. So whenever my class does something, like line up to go to the next class or lunch, I'm first in the boy's line right behind the girls. The girls talk to me, too. That never happened in my other school and I'm making friends with them. I like my Mentor a lot."

I said, "That's great. That's the complete opposite of what you did before."

Tommy smiled and blushed a little. "What's even better is that the boys have started asking me for advice and help when they have problems. No one ever did that before either."

Beto said, "If we go there, we won't have to dress like a girls, will we? I don't think I can handle that."

Tommy said, "No. I'm the only one who does in seventh grade. There are nine girls and seven boys so there are two girls without boys to Mentor. Once you start, we'll have a full class of nine boys and nine girls."

I said, "So they want to have an equal number of boys as Mentors."

"Yeah. That's important. A Mentor gets graded on how well she does working with her boy. I don't understand why they're graded or how, but my Mentor talks about it all the time and tells me I have to help her get good evaluations. I guess at some point, if they do a good job with their boy, they more privileges and rewards, but I don't know what those are."

Beto said, "What about classes?"

"They're the same subjects we've been taking and we even use some of the same books. The only big difference is P.E. class. Everyone learns gymnastics and the class lasts more than two hours every day so the school day is about an hour longer."

Beto said, "Everyone does gymnastics? No basketball or soccer or anything?"

"Nope. The school has a great practice gym with all the best gymnastic equipment and they provide uniforms and towels. The boys' coaches are really nice and they're spending a lot of time with me so I can learn the basics that everyone else already knows."

"That's sure different than Coach Scott's class. He got canned and we got a new guy so P.E. is a lot more fun."

"I'm glad. I hated him."

Beto and I looked at each other and I said, "Yeah, we did, too."

Tommy stretched out his legs to get more comfortable and we could see his athletic shoes had pink trim on them and he wasn't wearing socks. "Well, do you want to come to school with me? It would be great to have two more friends there."

Beto said, "We'll have to talk to our parents, but it sounds good to us." He didn't tell Tommy we didn't have a choice in the matter since we weren't sure he knew about Sam yet.

"All right! I'll tell the Dean of Students and she'll make arrangements for you to visit"

"We have to visit the school?"

"Yeah, every perspective boy does. I did and you'll meet some of the teachers, the Dean of Students and the girls who will be your Mentors. The mentors have a lot of say in who gets into the school."

"So how soon?"

"Probably next weekend. The two Mentors without boys are impatient and looking forward to getting one."

The three of us spent the next hour talking and surfing the web. Dad and Tommy's mother came upstairs when they were finished.

Dad said, "Well, David, Dominique and I have discussed this and as far as I'm concerned, it's up to you if you want to change. Apparently, Beto's mother feels the same way, but she hasn't had a chance to find out how you feel about it, Beto."

I said, "Tommy's been telling us about what his school is like and it sounds good, but I think I'd like to visit it first." Beto nodded to agree with me and Tommy smiled.

"That sounds like a good idea. Dominique has suggested that Tommy stay overnight with the two of you so you can talk about the school some more. Is that all right with you guys?"

When Beto and I nodded, Tommy's mother said, "I thought you boys might like to do that. Tommy, why don't you come to the car with me so you can get your bag?"

Dad went to the door with Tommy's mother and in a few minutes, Tommy came back to my room carrying a small duffel bag. He set the bag on the bed, opened it and took out a sealed envelope.

"Mother gave this to me and told me to open it at exactly ten minutes to nine tomorrow and then follow the instructions. She said that arrangements have been made to keep your Dad away from here until early afternoon."

Beto said, "That's all she said?"

"That's all except I have a few things to do in the morning and I'm supposed to sleep with you guys tonight."

I said, "That won't be a problem. Want to watch a movie?"

Beto and Tommy did and we went downstairs to the den. After some discussion, we chose a movie and watched about half of it before we got bored and sleepy.

I said, "I don't know about you, but I want to turn in."

When they agreed, we went back to my bedroom and I pulled back the bedspread and blankets on my bed. "So who gets the middle?"

Tommy said, "I do. This will be great. I've never slept with another boy before."

Beto said, "It's nice, but we always sleep naked. Is that a problem?"

"No, that's even better."

As soon as he finished the sentence, Tommy slipped out of his shoes, took his sweatshirt and pants off. He wasn't wearing underwear and I wasn't surprised to see the gold loops through his nipples or a chastity device locked on him.

Beto pointed at the chastity. "Do you have to wear that all the time?"

Tommy lifted the device, stretching his genitals. "No, just when Mother or some other woman isn't watching me." He let go of the device and it sagged down in front of him. "I don't really mind because when Mother takes it off, and I masturbate I have great orgasms. They're better than when I can just have one any time."

Dad knocked on my door and I said to Tommy, "Quick, get into bed and cover up." As he did, I pulled off my shirt and dropped my jeans on the floor. Beto did the same. Then I went to the door and opened it.

He said, "Are you guys going to be all right sleeping together? It won't be too crowded?"

I said, "No, Tommy's small so we'll be comfortable." Then I pushed my underwear off my hips and let it fall to my feet so I was naked.

"Okay, then." He hugged me and then went to the other side of the bed, hugged Beto, said goodnight and left.

Beto slid out of his underwear, got in one side of the bed and I got in on the other. We turned toward the middle and when we had trapped Tommy between our naked bodies, leaned over him and kissed each other.

When Beto and I had leaned back, Tommy said, "Why did you get naked when your dad was here? I thought he would have said something."

I said, "No. I did it so he'd know we were sleeping together naked. He probably figured we would, but I wanted him to know for sure." Then I told him about Beto getting massages and sleeping together with Dad.

Tommy sighed and stretched. "Man, that sounds great. Can I stay overnight more and then maybe you can give me massages, too?"

Beto said, "Sure. I don't see why not. We're all friends."

I rolled over and switched off the lamp on my bedside table, yawned and snuggled against Tommy. Although I was tired, I didn't try to go to sleep and lay listening to Tommy breathe. In only a few minutes, he started to snore softly so I waited a few more minutes to be sure he was asleep.

Sliding to the edge of the bed, I got up as quietly as I could so I wouldn't wake Tommy. I walked around to the other side of the bed and touched Beto on the shoulder. When he looked up at me, I held a finger over my lips to tell him to be quiet and motioned for him to come with me.

He eased out of bed and when he was standing, I threw a quilt over his shoulders and mine and put my arm around him. After a few second's delay, he put his arm around me. Then without turning on any lights, I led him downstairs to the den where we sat down on the couch still wrapped in the blanket.

I pulled him close to me and kissed him. When we came up for air I said, "I love you and I miss you whenever you're not with me."

Beto answered by kissing me.

When we broke apart, I dropped to my knees, turned and put my face between his thighs. He flipped the blanket over me and I pushed my face forward, splitting his legs open until I could find his penis with my mouth. He was about half-erect and when I sucked it into my mouth and ran my tongue over the most sensitive parts, Beto dug his fingers into my hair and controlled my head as he rose to an orgasm. Spurt after spurt shot into my mouth with me enjoying every surge.

When Beto was spent, he relaxed and collapsed off the couch on top of me still covered with the blanket. We fumbled our way into each other's arms and began a session of passionate kissing. I still had some of his semen in my mouth and I used my tongue to drive it into his mouth. He pulled his away from me when I did, but I gripped his shoulders tighter and pulled him back not to interrupt our kissing.

Beto ran his hand down my chest and belly to my erection and began stroking it at high speed. He was pulling so hard that it felt like he was going to add another inch or two to the length by stretching it.

Reaching down, I grabbed his wrist to control his speed. He let me manage what he was doing until I had an orgasm go huge I slapped my free hand over my mouth to keep from waking everyone in the house with a spontaneous scream. Beto and I lay in each other's arms and as I caught my breath, I collected my semen from my belly onto my fingers and licked them clean.

I said, "I'm glad Tommy's here, but having sex with him isn't the same as with you."

He said, "Yeah, I know what you mean. I think your dad's right and it means more to us."

"Yeah, I was disappointed when Tommy ended up in the middle of my bed. I wanted to sleep next to you. It's more comfortable."

Beto took a breath and paused for a long time. Finally, he said, "I'm sorry about how I acted when you told me your dad was gay. And then when you told me Greg is the guy from the clinic, it was too much for me to handle all at once. You must have had a really hard time."

"I did, but I'm feeling better about it now. We're still going to make vids for Sam, but changing to another school sounds good. I'm really glad Tommy likes it there."

"Me, too. He's had a tough time in school and he seems happier now. Did you notice that he's losing weight and some muscles are starting to show?

"Yeah, I did. It must be the gymnastics." I yawned and said, "I'm ready to go to bed now. Let's go upstairs."

As quiet as we could, we tiptoed back to my room still wrapped in the blanket. I said, "Look, Tommy's rolled over to my side. I'll get in the middle and you get in next to me."

"Okay." When Beto followed me into bed, I lightly touched Tommy's hair and whispered, "Thanks, Tommy. I owe you one." Then I rolled into Beto's arms and fell asleep almost instantly.

The next morning, when I woke up my bladder felt like an over-filled balloon. I tried to climb over Beto without waking him up, but I did anyway.

As I headed for my bathroom he said, "Wait for me. I have to go, too."

Surprisingly, neither of us had a morning erection so we took turns sitting on the toilet seat and relieving ourselves with large sighs. Tommy came into the bathroom just as I was finishing.

He said, "You beat me to it. Are you about done? I have to go real bad."

I said, "Just a minute." I finished and as soon as I stood and flushed, Tommy rushed over and flopped down on the seat.

Smiling he said, "Ahhhhhh! I needed that." He unrolled some toilet paper and said, "It's nice that you warmed the seat up for me. Why do you guys pee sitting down? I have to because I can't aim when I wear the chastity. Then I have to dry the end with toilet paper so I don't drip." He stood, poked the end of the toilet paper into the end of the chastity and flushed the paper away. "And anyway since I'm supposed to be a girl, I have to sit to pee."

I said, "Well, when sit down, there's less splashing and I don't have to clean the toilet so often."

Tommy nodded and said, "Okay. That makes sense."

From the sound of his voice, it didn't sound like he believed my explanation so I changed the subject. "I'm curious; since you're dressing as a girl, do you use the girls' bathrooms?"

"Oh, sure, but it's no big deal. They're all stalls and I can go in one, close the door and no one can tell I'm a boy." He laughed and said, "The first time I did was weird. I didn't know what the inside of a girl's bathroom was like and wondered how I could take a leak without being noticed. Then I saw the stalls and the problem was solved!"

We walked back into my bedroom and Beto looked at my clock. "It's a quarter after eight. What do you have to do?"

Tommy got an anxious expression on his face and said, "Oh, yeah. You're right I'd better get going. Mother gave me the bag and said you would help me if I needed it."

"Help you do what?"

"I don't know, but she said you guys knew what to do with the stuff in it."

I shrugged and said, "Okay. Let's have a look and see what you have to do."

Tommy dumped the bag out on the floor. There were two bottles of enema solution, four lengths of neatly coiled cotton clothesline rope, a condom and a tube of 'KY' lubrication. A note from his mother fell out and Tommy picked it up and read it:

Tommy,

You three will meet us at the front door at exactly nine o'clock. You will be showered and standing in the 'present' position. Do not be late.

Tommy, you will use the enema solution before then. You will use the remainder of the equipment after we arrive. I know that you have not had an enema before, but David and Beto will assist you as needed.

What you will do today is extremely essential for the future of one of the Mentors at school. She has two remaining demonstrative tests so the Superior Mistress can observe her abilities and what she has learned preparing for her new role. Then the Committee of Ten will evaluate her. You will do exactly as she says and no excuses. Any breakdown of cooperation and there will be serious consequences for all three of you.

Beto and I looked over Tommy's shoulder and read the letter with him. Beto pointed at the letter and said, "Who's 'we'? I suppose your mother will be here, but who else?"

Tommy shrugged. "No idea other than the Mentor she mentioned. I can't guess who the mentor might be since there are more than 50 at school."

"What are demonstrative test? Is it something to do with school?"

"I have no idea, but apparently they're important s we had better do what she says."

I said, "Let's get going then. We've had enough warnings." Beto and Tommy nodded their heads in unison agreeing with me.

Beto said, "You've never had an enema before?"

Tommy shook his head and lifted one of the plastic bottles. "I don't even know what it is."

"It's where you squirt water up your butt and it makes you go to the bathroom. It doesn't hurt, but it's embarrassing."

I said, "Yeah, and you'd better get used to getting them. We give each other enemas all the time because it cleans us out so that if we have to put a butt plug in or one of those rectal dilators, it doesn't hurt as much."

Tommy said, "That sounds good. When you put that largest dilator in my butt the other day, it hurt a lot. What do I have to do?"

"Nothing to it." I took a bottle of solution out of the box and held it up. "You take the cap off, slide the tube into your rectum and squeeze the bottle. Then you wait until you can't hold it anymore and let it out."

"That sounds easy enough. Can you do the first one for me?"

"Okay. Bend over and put your hands on your knees." When he did, I said, "You want to get it right in the middle and push it in as far as it goes. Pretend that you're trying to make the tube come out your bellybutton."

I pulled one of his cheeks aside so I could see his sphincter and slid the tube in. "Tighten up on the tube so it won't leak and I'll start squeezing."

As the fluid went in Tommy said, "You're right and it doesn't hurt. It feels funny though-sort of cool."

When the bottle was empty, I pulled it out, capped it and put it back in the box. Tommy straightened up and said, "That was easy. Now what?"

Beto said, "Wait. In a few minutes, you'll be running to the bathroom. You'll know when. Trust me."

I said, "While we wait, let's clean up my room and bathroom. I'm sure whatever we're going to do will be in here."

We worked cleaning my room and bathroom and after a while, Tommy looked at my clock and said, "It's been fifteen minutes since you gave me that enema thing and nothing's happening. Is there something wrong?"

"I don't think so, but you should have had to go by now. Why don't you give yourself the other one?"

"Okay, I'll do that." He picked up the enema box, pulled out the bottle and after a bit of fumbling, squeezed the contents in. "This is cool. You know, giving myself one. Do you do this a lot?"

Beto said, "Not a lot, but when we have to."

Tommy put the empty bottle back in the box and then put both boxes in the duffle bag. To me he said, "I'm ready for it to work. What do we have to do next?"

The three of us kept working on my room and bathroom and in a few minutes, Tommy stopped abruptly and said, "I feel something now."

He paused with a strange look on his face. In a few seconds, his expression changed to alarm and he grabbed both butt cheeks with one hand, pinching them together and slapped the other hand on his belly just above his penis.

He moaned, Bent, over and raced for the bathroom, flopping down on the toilet seat about two seconds before a huge explosion erupted from his butt. As burst after burst of gas and solid material shot into the toilet bowl, he sighed with relief. "Man, that was amazing. I've never had to take a dump so bad before in my life. I think I'm done." He reached for toilet paper, but then gave another shot followed by a long fart making both Beto and I laugh."

"Okay, you're right and it is embarrassing, but this time I really am done." He cleaned himself off with toilet paper and flushed. When he stood he said, "I guess I'd better clean the toilet again."

Right at nine o'clock, we were standing by the front door when I heard a car pull into the driveway. In less than a minute, the door opened and Lee from Sam's photography studio came in carrying a large, black nylon bag. She was followed by a black-haired girl. I thought she might be the one from the clinic and the time Beto and I had to punish Coach Scott. I couldn't tell for sure because her hair was loose and I had only seen her when she was naked.

The girls looked us over making my face turn red. Even though I'd been naked with girls before, I still hadn't gotten used to them looking me over so closely.

Lee said, "Very good. You can follow instructions."

Together, we nodded and said, "Yes, ma'am."

"We will need a bedroom. 10-03, lead us to your room."

I said, "Yes, ma'am. I have a bathroom attached to my bedroom also."

"Better. Go."

I led with Tommy right behind me followed by Beto. When we were in my room, Lee closed the door and said, "Tommy, where is the equipment your mother sent with you?"

He pointed and said, "I put it on the desk."

"Very good. Have you used the enemas?"

"Yes, ma'am. It was my first one and David and Beto helped me."

"Do the three of you know what you are to do?"

Nodding, we said, "To follow your orders."

"You've got it. Get on your knees and stay there until you are told otherwise."

The girls went into my bathroom and closed the door. After what seemed like a long wait, the door opened and Lee came out dressed entirely in some sort of black silky material and carrying several cameras. The other girl had pulled her hair back into a ponytail and was naked. She was the girl I had seen before and was carrying a whip with black leather strands in one hand and a length of wide leather strap in the other.

She stood in front of us and ordered, "Foreheads on the floor." We did and she walked around us several times then said, "I've seen two of your before. Last time I couldn't do anything to you, but this time I have permission to anything I want."

Dangling the whip, she drew it across our backs as she circled us before. Each time the cool cords of leather slid across my bare skin, I shivered in fear. Whatever she wanted me to do; I was going to do as quickly as I could with no questions. I wasn't worried that Beto would create problems, and hoped that Tommy would cooperate. She would certainly punish all of us if one screwed up.

"What's wrong little boy? Are you afraid?"

I said, "Please, miss. Don't hurt me."

"Maybe I won't, but it will be hard not to. All that nice clear skin on the three of you that needs some decoration is quite a temptation. But if you're good, I guess I can restrain myself."

I began to thank her and Beto and Tommy got the idea and began to do the same. She said, "So you're thankful? You can kiss my feet to show how thankful you are."

One at a time, she stood with her bare feet near our faces and we each kissed them as she drew the leather whip over our backs.

She said, "Lee are you ready"

"I am. I've got two stationary cameras and a hand-held one."

"Good. Let's begin." To use she said, "Stand in 'Present position'."

We scrambled to our feet and stood with our fingers locked behind our heads.

The black-haired girl walked around us again, prodding our bodies with the handle of the whip then stood in front of us. "You boys like what you see?" When we answered we did she said, "Well, enjoy it because that's as close as you'll ever get to someone like me. Lee, how do you work with boys all the time? They're so disgustingly ugly, I don't see how you can make yourself even touch them?"

Lee laughed and said, "It's hard, I'll admit, but the thought that I'll punish them later makes up for it."

"I can understand that. I hope I can get to the point of working with them to the satisfaction of the Committee of Ten."

"I'm sure you'll do fine."

"I hope so." She walked around behind us and slapped us across our butts with the leather strap making us yelp and flinch. "You boys had better be ready, because now we start."

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