Peter Pierce

Refuge/House

Chapters 9-15

Chapter Nine

"Yes." Eric looked nervous and eager all at the same time.

"Relax."Adam stepped behind and rubbed his shoulders. "This is what you want. Trust me. OK?"

"'k" Came the soft answer and Adam smiled.

"It's going to be fine." Adam soothed and continued to rub the young skin. "We have a couple of hours. First thing is to get naked and take a shower. I want my property nice and clean. Then go into the bedroom and assume your punishment position. I will be up in a few minutes and we'll get that over with. After that we will spend an hour working out."

Adam released him and gave him a sharp smack on the butt.

"Now off you go."

Eric yelped both hands going to his butt and his eyes wide but he saw the grin on Adam's face and decided to grin as well before shooting up the stairs.

Adam gave him plenty of time. It wasn't like he didn't have a few phone calls to make. Besides the anticipation of laying naked in a bed waiting to be belted was one that was delicious and the boy needed to focus on that anticipation.

"Good boy." Adam praised as he walked into his room and saw Eric positioned exactly right with the pillow up under his hips and his legs spread to show his hole. He walked over and laid the belt over the boy's back while he stroked his butt. "Are you stiff?" Stupid question as Adam could easily see the small penis erect between the boy's legs. Still it was important that Eric say it.

"Yes,sir." Eric's breath was rapid and nervous.

"Good."Adam said firmly. "Now remember, when you feel the belt I want you to thrust your hips down into the pillow and push down like your trying to push your penis into the floor. Hold it for a second then get back into position. You have been a good boy so today you will receive only four from the belt. You may cry if you want but I would be very proud of you if you did not scream out. Got it?"

"Yes, sir." Adam picked up the belt and saw the boy gasp as he prepared himself.

"Go ahead Eric." Adam assumed his stance for whipping a boy. "You may ask me to whip you now."

Another deep breath and a shudder.

"Please Adam, whip my butt." Eric said it with a stronger voice than expected and Adam did not hesitate. He was very good at this and put the first one in a perfect line across both cheeks. Eric stiffened and his mouth opened, his eyes went wide in shock but he did as he was told and his hips pushed down into the pillow as his teeth clenched. Adam waited for him to relax and get back into position, he himself was now rock hard and leaking precum. Pity it would take a week or two till they got to the fucking part.

"You're doing great." Adam glanced at the little cock and grinned. "Notice how your penis is still rock hard? Make sure you push hard on it this time."

The second stroke landed and the boy thrust down hard. Once again he did not scream but there were now tears flowing freely.

"It's just pain." Adam ran a hand over his back and waited a minute. "You need to learn that pain is just pain. Do you really think that this bully Kevin is going to hurt you any worse? If you learn to channel your pain you won't even think about it. Focus on your penis and how good it feels when you push it into the pillow. The pain is good for you and you're taking it because you want to be a good boy for me."

That of course was a confusing list of instructions and in Eric's state none of it would make total sense. It wasn't supposed to, it was supposed to set up an alternative set of ideas in the back of the boy's mind at a time when he was very vulnerable to suggestions.

"THRUST." Adam ordered and brought the belt down again.

"Arrrgggh" the boy grimaced and thrust but this time his body was trembling as he got back into position. "Adam it feels funny. In my penis. Like I am going to pee."

Adam grinned. If the boy could cum from being whipped already he would be in heaven.

"Do it!" He ordered and brought the belt down. Eric thrust and Adam brought it down again. "Come on boy pee into the bed, let it happen!" He did it again and Eric kept thrusting. One more and this time the boy shuddered violently. Adam dropped the belt and held him tight as his boyish orgasm shuddered through him.

As expected it was too much. Pain, pleasure, fear, excitement, Eric was overdosed and suddenly threw himself crying into the man's arms. Adam kept grinning as he soothed and comforted running his hands through the boy's hair and rubbing his back.

"Very good Eric." He whispered into his boy's ear. "Don't worry, you didn't pee. That is what is called an orgasm and it's the most wonderful feeling any boy can get. Most times you get them when boys are having sex but many boys get them from being spanked as well. It's a good thing."

Of course most people would argue that a boy having an orgasm from being belted by a man was not exactly a good thing. They were not people trying to break in a new sex slave though.

It was a few minutes before Eric stopped crying and looked over his shoulder at his butt.

"Man is it red!" He shook his head in disbelief.

"Sure is."Adam said cheerfully and eased the boy from his lap. With one hand he reached over to the bedside where he held up a pair of boy sized karate gi pants. "Are you about done? We have karate to do yet."

Eric blinked then stood up eagerly. Such was the nature of youth, if you didn't treat something as a crisis then it would quickly pass.

"Put these on." Adam told him and stood up himself. "Oh, and I plan on showing you a lot of ways to have those orgasms so don't figure that's the only one."

"Like jerking off?" Eric smirked at him.

"Perhaps." Adam led the way to the spare room he had cleared out. "But remember, that's my property now and if you do it to yourself I will make you wish you never had a penis."

"How would you know?" Eric seemed to be in a playful mood now that the spanking and trauma of his first orgasm were over.

"I would know." Adam stated coldly and Eric swallowed hard.

Karate as taught by Adam consisted of stretches, some very vigorous punching and kicking exercises and finally a round of sparring practice. Eric enjoyed that as Adam had not had time to get a bag set up yet and Eric got to pound on his stomach and arms.

It was all finished off with another quick trip to the bath and a side trip for ice cream on the way home. Eric was dutifully committed to getting all his homework done and being in bed at exactly 9pm as ordered.

"Adam." Doug called him at about that time that night. "That is a fortune in the garage. I have Ben setting up a truck to come get it now."

"Glad to hear it." Adam smirked. "I also am glad to report that a certain boy cums when he is spanked."

"As your lawyer…" Doug began then laughed. "Cool. Took me years to get Ben to do it and he still hates it when I make him cum that way. Though he isn't too good with milkings either."

"Which reminds me." Adam laughed himself. "I would very much like to prevent him from touching his junk when I don't want him to. He may not have tried it yet but he understands the idea of jerking off and you know I just won't stand for that in a boy."

"True." Doug sighed. "I think you had Joey do exactly one orgasm that was not induced anally if I remember."

"Too much wine and I didn't stop sucking him off in time." Adam agreed with regret. "Trust me Eric won't be so fortunate. Plus I plan on keeping him a lot longer than a year if things keep going like this." Adam told his buddy about his conversation with Ken, which produced a lot of conversation about safety and set ups and such but in the end they both agreed it looked like Adam may very well have found a good candidate.

"It will have to wait till he moves in but I'll need some chastity equipment for him." Adam finished. "Ben's care package will be arriving and I am hoping he thought of everything but have him contact Lew in Thailand and start a complete set of equipment. He knows what I had for Joey so have him use that as a basic. And tell Lew I want something severe for the chastity device."

"Poor kid." Doug shuddered.

"Lucky kid." Adam countered with a smirk at the phone. "You should have seen him when he came. I will buy you a house in Aruba if he isn't a little masochist begging for it by the end of the summer."

"No bet." Doug laughed. "I've seen you with Joey, those classes in child psychology mean that you could talk most kids into telling you they loved it."

"True." Adam shrugged. "By the way, I want someone out here to take a look at the wallpaper. I'm thinking a restoration instead of tearing it down. But if needed I want the replacement to match the original prints."

"Costs a bloody fortune." Doug muttered. "OK, see what I can do. Carl if you can stomach the queen."

Adam laughed. He could stomach Carl. Barely. It would be a hoot to see what the locals made out of him though.

He went to bed that night and was trying to think of something other than Eric's cute hole when he remembered the negative. Now what had he learned in that high school photography class? Well he could set up a dark room and develop a picture. That was simple enough but frankly a pain in the ass. Simpler would be to wait for the technology to arrive scan it into the computer and then spend ten minutes with some photo software. Not that he wanted to wait that long. Nor could he expose the film to any more intense light. That old fashioned stuff was easily ruined and highly flammable.

He pulled out his state of the art cell phone and punched up some apps. Yeah the camera would take the right picture size and yeah he could convince the photo program to switch a color to a negative and a negative to a positive. It was probably nothing the actual programers had intended the phone to do but it was in there and possible.

A few minutes later he was holding the negative up to the light and snapping the pic. Fifteen minutes after that he was enlarging the pic and smirking.

The boy on the film was a cute blond from the looks of it. Typical 1930's haircut but being naked that was about the only thing that dated the picture. He was spread wide on the chair showing off his junk with a grin on his face. And if Adam saw it right a nice sized dildo in his ass.

So old man Willington had a few toys he played with. Wonder where they were and where the hell you got them before 1940? Adam's hand went to his own throbbing cock and he was sorely tempted to jerk off. He had been way too horny for way too long. In fact just a few short strokes and he was shooting all over his iron abs.

And messing up the picture as the scroll bar moved it to the right just as he shot.

A minute later he was still basking in the afterglow and picked up the phone. At which point he froze. To the left of the boy the library shelves stood as they always did, solid and full of books. Except that the paneling to the side of that was standing open like a door and there were shelves of some kind. Adam closed the cell, wiped the cum off his belly with a shirt and raced down the stairs.

Two raps. That's all it took to find out that the area behind the paneling was much more hollow than anywhere else in the room. Now how to open a secret panel?

The old move a book thing was certainly not worth considering. Too many chances of some guest pulling it out by mistake. Best left to bad movies and forgotten.

Better to start with what he knew. From the picture the panel opened from right to left so it laid against the adjoining wall when open. A close inspection of the floor showed a few scratch marks. A trip to the kitchen for a wet washcloth brought out a lot more. So definitely a door. Which meant that there were hinges and some kind of a lock. The hinges of course were recessed so unless he was willing to go at it with a crowbar those were out. Nope the trick was to find the lock release.

That would be on the same side as the bookshelves and the choices were a bottom, top or center lock. Center was the easiest and most traditional so the release should be from middle to shoulder level. Adam proceeded to check every seam around the sides of the bookshelves but found nothing. High would be the next choice in his opinion but it lacked subtlety. Who wanted to take the chance at being seen reaching up to undo a secret latch? No, better to have something you could open even if someone was close by. Which meant low.

A pull cord? No. Nothing like that anywhere close enough to the panel.

There was however a slightly scuffed area along the bottom shelf. Adam had to get down onto his hands and knees to look and even that was a pain without a flashlight. But two inches [5 cm] in there was a small metal post sticking from the wall. Adam reached in and gave it a push and heard an audible click and the panel swung out by a quarter inch [½ cm]. Not much but more than enough to open the compartment behind.

"Well Mr. Willington." Adam spoke to the soul of the former owner. "Let's see what we have in your secret stash."

Adam pulled back the panel and grinned. The area behind was set up like a dresser and had a nice shelf at waist height. Behind it were a series of pegs each holding an item of interest. Paddles, a cane, some leather straps, a very nice dildo on a shaft that was obviously meant to be an adjustable stand. He wondered how many boys had lowered themselves on that toy? Higher up there was a stool with a similar toy affixed to its center. There were a pair of boy sized manacles and what appeared to be blindfolds.

It was all interesting but Adam could not resist the call of the four closed drawers in the cabinet.

Top one was full of more assorted toys. Dildo's mostly, made from ivory, carved woods and what appeared to be glass. Many were very small indeed and Adam wondered how young the boys Willington liked went? A lot of them were butt plugs and thoughts of which ones would fit Eric first went to the front of his mind.

In one corner were a series of metal contraptions that Adam was sure were cockrings with various attachments. Very interesting. Adam picked up one that looked particularly cruel. A small ring that would fit a boy of nine or ten. It had a whole row of very nasty barbs along its inside rim which would have made an erection very painful indeed. Another had a small crossarm that ended in a hooked u with a ball on the end. Put the ring on the boy and the ball would go nicely up his butt. Most of the rest were rather boring but there were certainly sizes to fit anything from a six to a sixteen year old in that drawer.

The next one was porn. Folder after folder of old photos of boy engaged in just about every conceivable position and action. Adam expected to spend a long time going through this at his own pace. Perhaps on nights when Eric had school.

Drawer three was full of more folders, these however were not random and had a boy's name on each.

"Clint Maxwell." Adam read and opened the boy's folder. It contained five pictures. Two very cute nudes. One nude with and erection. One nude with another boy the same age kissing him and finally one picture of the boy on his back with a pained expression and a large adult cock in his butt. A single page of print accompanied the pictures and was a detailed list each of the boy's memorable experiences. The first entry was "allowed me to touch" and the date of 1/13/27. Farther down the list was "deflowered 5/15/28" Adam looked through a couple of more folders and saw much the same thing.

Which left drawer number four. Which contained a very large book that Adam took out with care. He expected it to be more porn and was surprised it was not. Instead it had very neatly printed sections that quickly piqued his interest.

For example the one about Arthur P. Bentworth.

"Arthur is a nice enough guy but the others do not approve. Perhaps he does whip the boys a bit to much and his penchant for piercing their little cocks is a bit extreme. However he is discrete and has never failed to give a boy a good position at his firm once he has finished playing with them. His new home in Cloverness is quiet nice and I am due to visit soon. He has the most amazing Danish boy just in from Europe and I am sure I will have the use of him for the stay. Note: Make sure he pays off in gold this time. 2/1/19"

"Denver Castle. I swear I will be happy when the contract is complete. The man is insane. I agree with Walt and he needs to be dealt with. I have offered to pay for the deed if Walt will hire the man to do it. What he did to that poor eight year old was uncalled for. Thankfully it was almost four hundred miles from here. I don't know what I was thinking contracting him for that shipment and will be glad when it arrives and he is dead."

"The Italians name is Piso and he is rather nasty in his hygiene. Still he is reputable in his dealings and can bring in any number of Sicilian boys. Rather fun and very cheap as Italy is not doing well right now. 3/15/21"

Chapter Ten

"How did you know!" Eric's eyes were wide with surprise and sudden guilt.

"Because you didn't look at me." Adam said firmly and did not put the car into gear. "Your choice. You either take your punishment for that this afternoon or you get out of the car right now and we don't play any more."

Eric's eyes steamed tears and he huddled close to the door in defeat.

"I'll take the punishment." He said quietly. "I just wanted to feel that again."

"That is my choice from now on." Adam said with a snap. "You are my boy and I decide when you get to have an orgasm or not and if so what kind. Are we clear?"

"Yes sir." Eric answered looking worried.

"Good." Adam put the car in gear. "You can spend the day wondering how many cracks with the belt you will get for this mistake. Oh, and I will not be letting you orgasm again till Friday so don't even think about it."

Adam grinned.

"I do have a present for you though?"

"Present?" Eric perked up quickly understanding that the bad conversation was over.

"When you get out of school." Adam informed him and switched the topic to grades and class homework.

"So I have two trucks coming from New York." Adam explained to Judy a few hours later. "The one with my tech equipment will be Thursday and the one to pick up the crates in the Carriage House on Friday. The drivers will set up the TV and put the rest in one of the spare rooms till Betrices room is remodeled. Which reminds me, I need those contractors to get moving. Gutting a room takes a day and the new drywall will take another. Give them a call."

"Of course." Judy wrote it down on her "to-do" sheet, a nice large yellow tablet. Adam wondered if he should inform her of pocket notebooks and the computer age.

"Carl is due out from New York on Friday to look at the wallpaper." Adam continued. "He is a flamboyant queen who you will either love or hate but he is the best in the business. I'd like you to call him as well and set up his work schedule."

"Are we working the weekend?" Judy looked a bit worried. "I can of course but Ken has asked me to spend the weekend with him at a little bed and breakfast about an hour from here and…"

"Not a problem." Adam tried to sound happy for her and not himself. "I assume I have Eric and we can practice Karate for the weekend."

"If you don't mind." Judy half stammered. "Mrs. Clark will watch him if needed."

"And Eric would prefer?" Adam raised and eyebrow.

"You of course." Judy rolled her eyes. "I swear I don't know why but the boy has certainly come out of his shell and thrived in the past week! Whatever you are saying to him is the right thing. Do you know he actually gets right to his homework, does his chores and goes to bed happy? Amazing."

"I told you I am very firm that the boys I mentor are well behaved." Adam let it go at that. "Now Carl will probably decide on a tear out for the wall paper. Don't fight him on it. I did once because I wanted to preserve the original and the result was not pretty. He'll take a swatch down and with him to New York and have it matched within a week or two. He'll also do matching window treatments and bedding. My job is to make sure the walls and floor are prepped for when he comes back to hang them." He paused. "If you would like to learn the fashion side of restoration I can have you spend the week with him in New York?"

"Really?" Judy beamed and then looked concerned. "Eric is not out of school for a month."

"Up to you." Adam shrugged. "Eric and I spend a lot of time together as it is and I am sure a bit more wouldn't bother him. Certainly wouldn't bother me, he is a very polite and talented boy. Think it over. Now I also have some odds and ends to keep you busy for a day or two. Our landscaper is good but I want you to make sure we have plantings in. I came up the walk and it still looks like a jungle." he paused and looked at his watch. "Well your list is about four pages long and I promised myself I would tackle the vines in the orchard today and start cutting back the crap so I can scrape the house for painting."

"Where you get the energy." Judy murmured and left for her day.

Andy found him in the orchard shortly after noon.

"Thought you quit on me." Adam grinned at him from the top of a step ladder where he was sawing off dead limbs and live vines."

"Nope." Andy worried the end of his cigar. "Got sidetracked is all. You up for gossip before I tackle the wiring for the kitchen?"

"Shoot." Adam stepped down from the ladder and used his shirt to wipe off the sweat.

"Normally not into gossip." Andy grinned. "Makes me sound like an old lady. But with you and Symansky going toe to toe it's a lot of fun."

"Symansky." Adam stated rather coldly.

"Seems the DA had something on him but it didn't stick." Andy shrugged. "Symansky spent most of yesterday at the courthouse with him and there were two guys from the county with a search warrant on his property."

"And I am responsible how?" Adam asked casually.

"No one says you are." Andy grinned "But everyone in town knows you are suing Mark Tingle for not delivering the car you ordered. Nice guy Mark and you have him scared to death. Some lawyer named Benjamen something or the other is after him like the devil himself."

"If he didn't want to deliver he should not have cashed the check." Adam shrugged.

"What most people are saying." Andy agreed with a deep puff on his cigar. "That and saying that he should have never signed on with Symansky. Petersen is starting a petition to run for Symansky's councilmen slot by the way and there is speculation you will fund the campaign?"

That last was a question and Adam sighed.

"I am probably good for a contribution or two." He told him "But I am not getting in to local politics. Make that clear to him."

"Can do." Andy replied. "which reminds me. The local TyMart guy is into politics and is mouthing off about how you have yet to do business with any of the big stores on the strip."

"Nonsense." Adam snorted. "Judy gets her cleaning supplies and stuff from them and the bedding. Well at least till I can order in what I want."

"Best you tell her to stay clear." Andy grimaced. "Sue at the diner overheard the head of TyMart's security say that he wants anyone working for you or looking like you stopped and searched on shoplifting suspicions."

Adam rolled his eyes.

"I know, cheap crap and you'll sue the crap out of them but no one said the locals with Symansky were smart. Petty yes, smart no. Like the fact that the local Baptists heard you are gay and have a petition out not to do business with you. Not smart, this is a college town and anti gay crap doesn't sit well with the college crowd." Andy kept going. "Best part is that Symansky is in deep crap with the school board. He dicked around and got one of his buddies to put up a motion to contest the sale. It failed on the first vote but the school board is really ticked. They have plans for that money. Rumor has it that they are thinking of endorsing Petersen."

"Can I get back to the vines?" Adam was a bit done with the local crap.

"No way!" Andy countered with enthusiasm. "Rumor also has it that you cleaned Ken's clock at the Karate school and his instructors as well. Which means there are half a dozen tough guys in town who want to give you a try. Number one on the list is the father of that kid Kevin who keeps picking on Eric. So expect that when him and Eric finally tussle his father is going to be using it as a reason to pick a fight with you."

"Vines." Adam pointed at the ladder. "Kitchen." He pointed at the house and went for the ladder.

Claire showed up an hour later and grumbled something about stupid guys, then started shoving the piles he had made through a mulcher. It was a nice way to spend a day and the orchard looked rather nice cleared out like that.

"I'll bring over a brush hog and do the berry bushes." Claire pointed to the rows of now exposed and overgrown bushes that had taken over a good section of the space beyond the orchard."

"Leave them." Adam told her as he tossed his work gloves into the pile with the chain saw. "Low priority and it will just piss off every kid in the neighborhood. I'd rather you spent the time bringing in more topsoil and planting the grass or clearing out the area around the hardwoods."

"Your money." Claire had told him and walked away for the day.

Which with a glance at the clock was a signal to get his ass in gear or be late to pick up his boy from school. He felt in his pocket to make sure the present was there and grinned.

"You know the drill." Adam scooted Eric up the stairs about forty minutes later and joined him in the bedroom fifteen minutes after that. As expected the boy was in position with a hard little cock and a combination of worry and eagerness on his face.

"Relax." Adam set the belt over his shoulders. "We both know you are up for a punishment for touching what I told you not to. But we will start by you telling me exactly what you did."

"Um." Eric squirmed as Adam massaged his back. "I did my homework and went to bed and I couldn't sleep." He sighed as Adam moved down to his butt. "It was hard and I kept thinking about being spanked and how it all seemed to explode at the end. And I wondered about jerking off, lots of the guys at school make jokes about it but I never saw the point before. Last night I wanted to see if it felt as good when I rubbed it as when I pushed it into the pillows."

Adam nodded and parted the boy's legs a bit more.

"So you began stroking it." He offered and proceeded to do so to the boy. "Like this?"

"Oh… yes… kinda." Eric looked over his shoulder at him and the hand down between his legs.

"And you knew I had told you not to." Adam stated firmly. "But it felt good. Like it does now right?"

"Yeah." Eric breathed heavily and Adam could tell he was close.

He released the small cock to lay back on the pillow.

"That was very wrong of you." Adam stated coldly. "I am training you and you must trust me. Did you have another orgasm?"

"Yeah." Eric sobbed now sure he was going to be beaten hard.

"It will be the last you have from doing that to yourself." Adam told his boy sharply. "Today for your punishment I am not going to belt you."

"Huh?" the boy looked at him confused.

"We both know that you orgasm when I belt your butt." Adam told him seriously. "I see no reason to allow you to have one when you are being punished for them. Instead you will not be having one till Friday. You will wish very badly for one and every time you are close to one you will tell me and I will make sure it is prevented. Only good boys are allowed to have orgasm with me. Do you accept this punishment?"

"Yeah." Eric was perfectly happy not to be being whipped but somehow being denied that feeling for three more days was going to kill him.

"Good, now lay still, it's time we started teaching you about your boy button." Adam said and reached for the bottle of Vasiline he had placed on the bedside stand. "You know that gay men put their penis's in each others anus's correct?"

"You're not going to…" Eric tried to get up in a panic.

"Not today." Adam put one hand on the boy's back to keep him down and dipped the index finger of the other in the lubricant. "Anal sex hurts badly. As a boy you need to get used to the pain and accept it is your role. But you also need to know that there is a place called your prostate that when rubbed feels very very good. Yours is small right now but I will still be doing a lot stimulation to it. Very quickly you will learn to orgasm that way and then we will be ready to start you on serious sex play."

Adam placed his finger on the boy's hole and gently circled the ring.

"Many men call this a boypussy." Adam informed him. "I like to call it your boyplace. It is very tight in the opening and you will want to resist as my finger goes in. It will not matter but do so if you want to. Pain is part of learning to submit. Here let's try a different position."

He lay down on the bed on his back and pulled the boy into an embrace so that Eric's lay face down with his head tucked into Adam's neck. On Friday he would be naked for this. Right now he wanted the boy to focus strictly on his own body so he resisted the urge to get naked and get off. He then positioned the boy's legs on both sides of his hips. At that point he leaned down and pulled the boy's head tightly into his shoulder.

"Shhh." He whispered into Eric's ear as his index finger found the target again and pressed forward.

The boy went rigid and groaned.

"Hurts."Eric moaned.

"Good." Adam soothed. "You have to learn Eric. The pain is there because you need to submit. You need to feel it and know that it will cause you great pleasure. Remember the spanking. Remember how you had that amazing feeling in your body as you had your orgasm." He felt the small penis hard against his stomach. "Good boy, your penis is hard. It's hard because you like it." He pushed again and felt the boy's bud part enough to allow the tip of his finger entrance.

"Take it out!" Eric thrashed and pleaded tears falling down his cheek.

"No." Adam thrust harder and pushed in half a finger. Eric's eyes bulged and Adam burried his boy's head into his neck to prevent the scream from rousing the national guard two states over. "Take it! Be a boy and take it! Be brave and submit to me Eric. You know you want to. Tell me to push in more and to push in HARD!"

Adam waited as the boy sobbed.

"Do it Eric." He pressured softly in the boy's ear. "Tell me now."

"Please." Eric sobbed and looked up into Adam's eyes. "Do it."

"Hard?" Adam asked.

"Hard." Came the sobbed reply and Adam thrust the last of his finger into the boy's anus.

Eric did not scream but he did arch his back and go rigid for a full minute. Adam allowed him to adjust.

"Are you still hard?" Adam asked as the boy settled down

"Yeah." Eric had a weak smile on his face. "It feels weird Adam. Like I am pooping but not pooping."

"You'll get used to that." Adam smiled at his boy. "Now are you ready to find that special place I talked about. Your boy button?"

"OK" Eric winced as he lay back down on Adams chest.

"Your stiffy is poking me in the stomach." Adam laughed.

"Your's is poking me too." Eric replied indignantly and Adam chuckled.

"You have permission to rub it against me as I look for your button." Adam said and proceeded to slowly begin finger fucking the boy. He had plenty of experience and a couple of pediatric care classes so he was very quick in finding the area he was looking for and applying the firm forward pressure on each stroke.

"AH!" Eric arched again.

"Found it!" Adam beamed and rubbed a bit harder.

"OH MY!" Eric shouted and grinned back.

Which made Adam's heart leap with joy. Not only a junior masochist but one who loved his prostate at first contact.

"I'm gonna pee!" Eric looked panicked as Adam pressed again. Sure enough a dribble of yellow started soaking Adam's pants. "I'm sorry!"

"Let it happen." Adam coached with a look that told the boy he was certainly not in trouble for peeing on him. "A boy should dribble a bit when he gets his button pushed correctly. Just let it happen and concentrate on the good feeling. I can change later."

Eric closed his eyes and did as he was told and Adam set to work.

Five minutes had Eric thrashing and begging for release but Adam persisted for five more. It would have been fun to reach down and jerk the boy off but he was being punished so no orgasm.

"Enough." Adam withdrew his finger with a pop and watched Eric look confused and exhausted. "We still have karate practice and you have diner and homework."

"But…" Eric pleaded.

"You want an orgasm." Adam raised an eyebrow

"Yes please." Eric asked in desperation.

"Nope." Adam dumped him on his side. "Remember your punishment. And no cheating! Promise."

"I promise." Eric looked totally frustrated and Adam relented. He held up his finger and sniffed. Ripe.

"Normally we would end with you licking my finger clean but first we have to teach you to be clean." Adam saw the sharp look of fear and grinned. "Come on stinky, quick clean up for both of us and then into your gi. Today you learn roundhouse kicks and front kicks."

Eric was halfway to the door when Adam remembered and called a halt. He went to the night stand and picked up the boy's present and handed it to him.

Eric looked at the ivory cone and wondered what it was. Other than being cone shaped with one flat flared end it was about the same size as Adam's finger. Rather than explain Adam simply took it back, dipped it in the lube and placed it at the proper entrance.

"You're kidding!" Eric's eyes were wide.

"Nope" Adam enjoyed the yelp as he pushed it in with a quick motion. The boy was well dilated and there was not danger of really hurting him. "This will remind you who you belong to. Your to wear it at all times. If you have to poop you take it out, wash it and put it back in right away. Just keep your mom from seeing it."

"Well that's news!" Eric smart mouthed and then blinked as he took a step. "It hits my button."

"Yup." Adam moved him towards the bathroom. "All day long you will feel something reminding you your button is there and that you are waiting for me to touch it."

So a butt plugged and exhausted boy went home to homework, chores and a night in bed trying not to think about the pressure on that oh so wonderful spot or the hardness of his penis that he had very seriously promised not to touch again. In Adam's opinion it was really not a big test. The boy was fast finding that his time with Adam was much more sexually stimulating than some night time wanking so there was every reason for him to do as he was told this time. And if he didn't? Well that meant that they were quickly going to be making it impossible for him to play with it at all!

Adam had found out very early that he was into chastity play with his boys and not one had escaped without being locked up within a month of first meeting them. None had particularly liked that experience but Adam had found that it kept a boy fixated on his anal pleasures nicely. In fact he took pride in the fact that he had managed to teach most of them to cum from anal sex alone. In his opinion one of the only nice things about a boy into puberty was that you could milk them or watch the cum dribble out of them from anal stimulation. Eric being so young they were still years away from milkings. Perhaps.

He remembered a couple of articles he had read on pediatric urology. Something about stimulation producing prostate fluids if accompanied by some new drug regime. Perhaps he would just have to call his boy doctor and find out.

Bedtime rolled around and a host of tiny chores around the house were accomplished. He moved the coffee maker, micro wave and a few other items out of the kitchen in anticipation of the construction crew that would tear out the horrors of 1960's remodeling and he managed to discover how to get the washing machine to do a load of towels and jeans. Funny, must have been Judy as he had never thought to order them and they were all hooked up in the basement along with a box of laundry supplies. Well nothing like an efficient helper. It was all rather relaxing and fun and he drifted off to sleep between thoughts of pestering the roofers, stripping the floors for refinishing and which cock piercing would look hottest on his boy.

Chapter Eleven

"I'll speak to him." Adam promised carefully not thinking that a boy with his first butt plug was certainly going to have problems sitting still for a bit. "And thanks for dropping him off. I think it's still important to keep my promises and take him to school but I really need you to help coordinate some things today."

"Certainly!" Judy looked eager to please. "So far all you have had me doing is run errands and make a few calls. And I am very popular with the business people in town now thanks to you."

"Well today will be stretching you a bit." Adam warned. "I received a call at six this morning that my expert Carl decided to fly in at the last second. His plane arrives at 10 and he does not drive."

"Doesn't drive?" Judy looked skeptical.

"He rarely steps foot out of New York and when he does it is usually for a larger city not smaller. And remember I warned you that he is the worst kind of flamboyant queen. Not on the inside, once he knows you he will settle right down but he will test you right off the bat to see how much camp you can take." Adam chuckled. "Make sure he has a coffee in his hands and drive through some fast food place as soon as you can and he will settle down."

"And when you get back settle him into one of the spare rooms." Adam continued. "He'll bitch about it but it's better than the fuss he would cause at a hotel."

"That phone call also included the arrival time of the first truck, the one with my technology and it will get here about one. I'll be busy with that and making sure the TV and cable are hooked up along with the wireless. I'll take a break to pick up Eric and then we can all do Lobster Hut again."

Judy rolled her eyes.

"You'll have earned it." Adam warned her. "Once Carl is through bitching he will be in work mode and he will go through this house like a tornado. Expect to be loaded down with samples. If you're lucky and you hit it off ask him to explain what he is doing. It may sound a bit deep at first but trust me' Carl basically has the equivalent of a pair or doctorates or better in old home design."

He saw her off and glanced at his watch as Andy pulled in. He would have to push it a bit to get Eric to school in time.

"John and his crew are at the diner." Andy started. "I'll get them going tearing out the crap and do the rewire while they are hanging the sheetrock. He's charging a hefty price for doing it all in one day by the way."

"Keep it reasonable." Adam shook his head. "I want it done so we can get to the better stuff but it's not like I can't rough it if needed for a couple of days and it will be a week till I get tile in from my suppliers."

"Got it."

Adam hurried over to the truck and saw Eric wiggling around on the seat looking totally uncomfortable.

"Problem?" He grinned as he pulled out of the driveway.

"It came out once when I was asleep." Eric looked like he was admitting to an error. "And I can't sit still for anything. It keeps hitting the spot!"

Adam sighed.

"OK." He relented. "No one can see into the cab. Reach into your pants and take it out. There's a napkin in the glove compartment you can wrap it in. Can't have you like that all day at school."

"Gym!" Eric gasped. "I forgot we have swimming today. Yeah, it's REALLy got to come out Adam. The guys would see it for sure in the showers."

Which was a tempting reason to leave it in in Adam's opinion. He tried to keep the truck at least on the road as the boy slid the toy out of himself with moans and deposited it in the glove compartment.

"Thanks." Eric zipped up his pants and redid his belt.

"Not a problem." Adam returned his gaze to the road. "Our play is about teaching you to submit not ruining your life for you Eric. It should be fun and exiting and certainly not something you have to fear at school." He paused. "Speaking of which, you haven't said a word about young Kevin. Problem solved?"

"No." Eric now found the floor interesting again and Adam sighed. Problem. "Him and his buddies are mad you boarded up the Carriage House and they are talking about egging the house if you cut down the berry bushes."

"And." Adam prodded.

"And pound me to a pulp." Eric barely whispered. "The Blue Dragon's at school told him to lay off but he says the first time he sees me outside of school I'm dead."

"Well that can't feel good." Adam agreed. "So we might as well get it over with. I'll have you for the weekend and we'll spend most of the time with me teaching you how to take care of Kevin. On Monday we'll get it out of the way."

"He's going to beat me." Eric sounded resigned.

"Possibly." Adam admitted and swung the truck into the school parking lot. "But I beat you most days now and you survive nicely. Plus I will be giving you some incentive. Win or loose if you are still spitting in his face at the end I will be taking you to New York to visit some friends as soon as school lets out. And I mean in style, Lobster every night and as many shows and shopping trips as you can handle. If you win I may even see if we can get the plane back to come through Orlando."

Eric's mouth dropped.

"No promises." Adam laughed. "We may find something more interesting than that. But I want you to know that I take this fight incredibly serious. No one knows for a fact how any fight will turn out. One missed punch and even the best fighter can end up knocked out. But this isn't about winning. When I have taught you for a couple of years, then yes I will expect you to win when facing a little country punk. This time what I want you to do is beat an even worse enemy. Your fear of him hurting you. I want both Kevin and yourself to know that you are not backing down just because you can get hurt."

Adam stopped the car at the front door and hit the door release.

"Think about that today." He told his boy. "In some ways it will make you as uncomfortable as your butt plug. And be as exciting."

If Adam had to take bets, and he couldn't resist on this one, he would have placed a large wager that Carl would have had Judy in tears. He certainly would not have expected them to pull up laughing and gossiping.

"…so I told him to drop the keys on his way out the door and not to forget the wine bottle." It made no sense at all but they were both laughing and Adam shook his head and agreed to cut a check for charity. Doug liked the tax write offs anyway.

Carl saw his look and knew exactly what he was thinking and stuck out a tongue at him.

"Asshole." Carl half pranced towards him while placing a thousand dollars worth of sun glasses back into their case and then into a shirt pocket that had probably been tailored specifically to fit them. A glance at the house and Carl continued. "Only for you would I get on a plane at the last minute and only because Ben was smart enough to show me the pictures! Fantastic home! No, strike that. It was an absolutely idiotic thing for me to say. It's a FANTASTIC mansion and I'll tell you right now that if anyone touched the hardwood with lead paint I am going to dig up their bones and use them to fertilize a tulip bed!"

He gave Adam a very gay hug with a kiss on each cheek looked over to Judy.

"Don't get the wrong idea dear." He told her briskly. "I don't date violent types. Adam and I are just close friends. Now let's get my bags into some dusty old room so I can get to work. I'll have everything dry cleaned or burned when I get home so we can get to work right away and not worry about fumigating."

He turned to Adam again.

"I am flying out at noon sharp Friday so be prepared to stay up late with me picking color patterns."

"I have a crew gutting the kitchen." Adam sighed and waited for the explosion. "They did it in 1960's style so I'll need some tile shipped in."

Carl shuddered.

"1960's!" He shook himself again and took a deep breath. "That whole generation owes mankind an apology for even thinking avocado and shag! Gut away. I'll be very happy to pick you a nice tile. I have a new contact in Mexico you know."

He went flowing into the house and Adam helped Judy with the two massive traveling bags and smaller samples bag. Well for Carl this was traveling light.

As expected there were a number of pointed comments about dust and mold. Adam just rolled his eyes and waited till Carl was in the mood for work.

"Tear out." Was his first statement after a whirlwind tour of the house. "It was all very high end at the time. Italian wallpaper upstairs and most of the downstairs is Napier and Davis stuff. Very tasteful and it would go with period furniture perfectly. Tough to match these days but I am positive I can get the Italian reprinted. The Napier is tricky. They didn't use standard printing and it was more like art than wallpaper. I'll find something close though."

He sat at one of the chairs after only a brush off of imagined dust.

"Now the bad news." He sighed heavily. "The colors are going to just have to change. Way too much ivory in the original and though it looked classy at the time it will look cheap today. We can stay period with a nicer color pallet. Ben showed me pictures of what you found. Would you mind if Judy and I had a look after I tear out some pattern swatches?"

"Not at all." Adam grinned. "Dirty and you'll have to use a ladder though."

"I'll bill you." Carl smirked at him then winked at Judy. "I did grow up on a farm in Iowa Judy. Adam just likes to make fun of me."

Adam opened the Carriage House for them and got them the ladder then had to let them fend for themselves as the promised truck arrived with his technology.

"Bart Stein." The driver had a hand like a massive slab of ham and looked like he could have bench pressed his own truck. His Bronx accent was thick. He driving partner looked like his twin. "My brother Sam." he confirmed. "You want to show us where you want everything?"

Which made the afternoon a pain in the ass.

Large screen TV. Upstairs bedroom. Computers mostly into a closet till Betrice's room was done and boy was there a pain in trying to make sure all of the cables were run while Andy's buddies guys were tearing into the old paneling with crowbars. Still there were two laptops. A box full of assorted cameras and other small technical garbage. A whole series of high end kitchen appliances you were just not going to get out here in the middle of nowhere also showed up on the list. And finally a very hot hour spent in the attic wiring the WiFi system.

"Last thing." Bart handed him a sealed box with the clipboard for him to sign.

Adam glanced down to make sure he had everything and signed off as he took Ben's care package.

"Thanks." Was Bart's only comment and he was back on the road with his brother.

Adam glanced at the clock and headed to the Carriage House.

"I'm off to pick up Eric." he informed them.

"Just Karate practice when we get to the house." Adam informed Ben as they drove back. "We have a guest and we are also going out to eat tonight. Lobster Hut if you don't mind."

The scream of joy caused at least one bird to drop from the sky but that may have been a coincidence.

It was a nice hard work out. Punches and elbows today and topped off with a round of sparing that left Eric on the ground more times than not. Adam called it quits about five and had them both cleaned up and ready.

"Hello muffin." Carl introduced himself by walking out of his room wearing a yellow thong and lime green flip flops. "I better have hot water left or I am going to paint your nose pink while you sleep."

Adam laughed at Eric's wide open look of shock.

"Carl." Adam informed the boy and saw him look even more confused.

"Listen you little bimbo." Carl told the waitress an hour later as he handed her back the salad. "I said ranch to keep it easy on your tiny little brain. I did not say Italian and I certainly am not accepting this ridiculous iceberg lettuce as a salad. Take it back and feed it to the homeless or something! And double check the lobsters. If I even suspect they haven't been drained properly I am coming back there with a word of two for the cook."

The waitress was certainly not used to this and was about ready to tell him exactly what he could do with his attitude and Adam winced. Scene. Very bad scene. Well at least Judy was turning a nice beat red and Eric looked like he was at the most scary and fun action adventure he had ever seen.

"Go head!" Carl dared her in a stage whisper. "Tell me off. I dare you. Because one more word that doesn't start with 'right away sir' is going to have me making a scene that will be talked about in this town by peoples grandkids. So I suggest you just admit you screwed up my order and get your skinny tail back to make it right."

The girl opened her mouth again.

"I'll let the manager deal with you." She turned away taking the offending salad with her.

"Ask me if I care." Carl called after her.

"Fag." she couldn't resist.

"First thing you got right all order." Carl sniffed and went back to his wine.

"Muffin." He turned to Eric with a look of haughty superiority. "Notice the beautiful scene. Everyone in this dump is watching to see what happens. If this was New York the manager would fire her. Imagine, she had to snicker at me while bringing us to the table and then she has the nerve to get the order wrong. I may be a silly old queen but that gives her no right to laugh at her customers. So I make a very nasty scene and risk us eating at McWhatever. Never ever let anyone push you around Muffin. It does bad things for the self esteem."

"You could have just slugged her." Adam offered hopefully.

"Nonsense." Carl sniffed. "Not near as much fun and she probably would have hit back."

Adam spotted a very red in the face manager standing by the check out and looking in their direction.

"Oh,bother that." Carl set down his glass with grace and looked over at Eric again. "Nothing wrong with making a scene Muffin. But you should also be able to back it up when you have to. I'll take care of the manager Adam, you make sure the trollop doesn't poison my lobster if it comes back before I do."

Carl walking towards the manager did not look at all like a queen.

He was back ten minutes later and picked up his wine as if nothing at all had happened.

"Dinner is on the house." He informed them as he sat back. "Our waitress is very very sorry and is going to be bringing our lobsters in a minute." He winked at Eric. "See Muffin, I would never deprive a boy of a nice juicy lobster dinner. Especially one with such a cute nose and adorable eyes." He looked over at Judy. "If I fall in love can I marry him when he grows up?"

Judy laughed and almost spit up her own wine. Eric was already so red he could barely breath.

"Absolutely adorable." Carl continued. "By the way I am calling Claire in the morning. She is going to want to reupholster much of that little treasure trove and I will go after her with a dull spoon if she isn't consulting with me on the fabrics. We do agree that I get first choice of what goes back into the house?"

Adam sighed. This he did not like. Claire was an antiques expert but Carl was a house and design expert. They clashed horribly in taste and in what they thought were appropriate combinations.

"This time yes." He internally winced at what Doug was going to say. He preferred Claire's work. "But you work with Ben on the budget. Nothing extravagant."

"Certainly not!" Carl snorted and made room for the large mount of lobster plates on their way over. "Tossing around cash in this economy is tacky. And besides I have that Mexican tile company I found and a very nice printer for the wallpaper who is desperate for the work. I see perhaps fifty thousand so far. Certainly lot sixty."

Which was very Un-Carl-like behavior but very welcome indeed.

"Now Muffin." Carl went back to paying attention to Eric. "This is Lobster and when you go to the big city they will hand you a dozen different tools to make eating it a breeze. None work however and it is one of the few times when it is both socially acceptable and expected for you to make a total mess and get it all over you. Napkins are appreciated and literally dripping the butter from your chin is a bit over the top but please feel free to indulge. I certainly am. I can burn this old shirt in the fireplace tonight. You did clean the chimney Adam?"

Adam had not and Judy had a new chore for the morning to schedule.

Carl drank too much wine. He always drank too much wine. However he did not make a fool of himself and kissed both Judy and Eric on the forehead before heading into the house. Adam followed a minute later and found him already sprawled out on a chair in the library.

"Adorable Muffin." Carl leered at him. "I won't even ask till you bring him to New York."

"Thanks," Adam chuckled and took another chair. "And thanks for playing nice with Judy."

"Sweetheart of a girl." Carl waved a hand dismissively. "If you like girls, which I don't. Still nice though. And very helpful. Horrid color sense but helpful."

"You headed up for bed?" Adam asked.

"Don't see why not." Carl heaved himself out of his chair. "I have to get up early for my flight out and you know I am a bear if I don't have my post bottle of wine eight hour nap."

Adam went up himself and flipped on the wide screen monster. A couple of seconds later a series of lights blinked on the top of the screen and he experimented with the remotes keys. A minute later he had a picture of Ben sitting at a laptop.

"Works!" Ben looked impressed. "I'll copy the information over for our home camera system. Are you happy with the Tech?"

"So far." Adam shrugged. He could take of leave technology on most days. "Why two laptops?"

"The V model is for you." Ben looked pleased as punch. "The R is a gift from me to Eric. They are all tricked out already by the way. I thought I'd play big brother to your new boy if you don't mind and this is a nice welcome to the family gift."

"Of course." Adam was genuinely moved. "I'll introduce you on Friday and you can present him with his present yourself. Good idea by the way. Just remember…"

"I know sir." Ben laughed. "I will not interfere at all or spoil any of the fun of his learning as he goes along. Now how about you let me walk you through some of the features. For example if you press the lower key on the right marked…"

Chapter Twelve

"You want any of this crap." the guy in charge asked about the refuse on the first floor. "Easier if we just dump it in the bin for you than try to work around it."

Adam agreed with that and even pitched in. It would be nice to have a place to park the truck on a rainy day and it kept him from the racket of Andy and the local crew who were still in the process of gutting and rewalling the kitchen. Betrice's room was into the spackle and sand phase and the Andy promised that the hardboard for the tile would be ready by evening. Not that it helped much. Carl's choice of paint for Betrice's room was easy to get locally. The tile would be in in two weeks along with the marble for the counter tops and the sinks.

The truck crew did a bit of swearing and Adam agreed to a quick trip to Petersens for more pullies and assorted other items to help with getting the crates from the second floor. The crew's leader had absolutely refused to even consider relying on the original hoist. Andy was tagging along as he was torn between overseeing the crew working on the kitchen and watching the Carriage House team.

"Don't worry, I ain't on the clock." Andy had grinned as they sped away.

Petersen had a sign in the window in red white and blue bunting announcing his candidacy for town council and Adam rolled his eyes.

"Welcome." Petersen came around the counter himself with hand outstretched and Adam counted down the seconds till he was hit up for a campaign donation. "What is it today?"

Adam explained the situation and handed him the list he had been given by the crew leader.

"I have all of this I think." He turned and yelled for his college help who came around the bend took one look at Andy and had a suddenly defeated look on his face.

"I'll take care of the loading." Andy grinned and took the list and the kid to the dock.

"Hows business?" Adam tried to steer the conversation off from politics or Symansky or anything else but his house.

"Damned good actually." Petersen grinned like it was Christmas and Santa had double parked in his yard for the night. "Amazing what a bit of business will do for downtown. Seems that all we needed was a little business to remind people there was another option in town. Funny how fast word travels like that. You've only been in town for a little over a week and this is the most business we've seen downtown since Christmas."

"Glad I could help." Adam looked over the inventory and tried to figure out what they could possibly talk about next.

"Try fishing." Petersen leaned over his cash register.

"Pardon me?" Adam was confused.

"I know that look." Petersen waved a finger at him good naturally. "It's the one you give when you expect a politician to ask you for a donation. Try asking about the fishing. Everyone knows I love to fish and it's a great way to get me not to ask. Not that I'm asking mind you. Wouldn't take it if you offered."

Adam blinked.

"Symansky already has it all over town that the new rich gay guy is bankrolling my campaign and I can't win on my own." Petersen leaned back on his register. "So I am making a point out of exactly where I am NOT getting my donations."

"I could see that working." Adam appreciated the tactic.

"Hope the voters do." Petersen walked them back to the dock. "We do things odd in this town compared to most. State and Federal elections are in the fall of course but we do our town elections the week before the fourth of July. That way people pay attention to the local races."

That was an odd way of doing things but Adam reserved judgment, he knew enough about politics to know he didn't like it and that most things that sounded like good ideas has some bad consequences tied up in them somewhere.

"Done." Andy tossed another length of heavy gauge rope into the back of the truck and accepted the bill from the kid. "Yup," He handed it to Adam who glanced and handed it to Petersen.

Adam was a few minutes late to pick up Eric and the boy was standing at the door to the school flanked by a rather intense looking woman in her thirties who did not look happy. She very pointedly had a hand on Eric's shoulder and did not let the boy come to the truck. Adam therefore had to get out of the vehicle and see what the deal was.

"Hello." Adam stretched out a hand. "Adam Carter, I am here to pick up Eric."

"Principal Ellen Hayworth-Kemp." She managed to take the hand and still keep the other on Eric's shoulder which spoke to years of working with kids and knowing exactly what the chances were of Eric staying by her side once released. "I am afraid you can no longer pick Eric up after school Mr. Carter."

"Really?" Adam kept his tone civil. She certainly was going out of her way to do so though her jaw was working hard at it.

"We have no permission slip on file allowing you to do so." She stated calmly. "I have a call out to the boy's mother asking her to come pick him up."

Adam glanced at his watch. Judy would not be back from the airport for another two hours. He could also not believe she did not have her cell on. He opened his own.

"Would a verbal confirmation be sufficient?" He asked and was about to push the speed dial.

"Absolutely not." Came the firm reply. "I have no way of verifying who I am speaking to on your phone and I am under obligation to follow school policy which is to allow only the boy's parents or people authorized in writing to pick him up. I particularly won't let him drive off with a gay man in front of his classmates any more."

"Ah, so now we have that out do we." Adam's eyes narrowed. Very well. He flipped open his cell. "Judy, Adam…" He explained the situation. "No, don't speed, just do me a favor and call Ken and see if he could drive by immediately. Thanks, no I will make sure nothing happens to Eric, bye."

"Now Ms. Hayworth-Kemp." Adam smiled the smile he used when negotiating business contracts. "I believe you will probably ignore the fact that Eric usually walks home anyway and keep him here for the two hours till his mother arrives?"

"Given the circumstances that is true." She just about purred it. "I could hardly let a boy go with a possible predator waiting just off the grounds could I Mr. Carter?

"Careful." Adam warned. "Libel is something I am very prepared to deal with Ms. Hayworth-Kemp. I have also seen Eric wince twice while you are holding him. I will be asking his mother to look for bruising so I suggest a lighter touch."

She turned a nice shade of indignant red at that.

"I think we will go back to my office Eric." She told the boy and started to turn.

Eric looked desperately at Adam.

"Go with her Eric." Adam told him "I will be right there."

"If you step foot inside the school I will call the police." She snapped and almost shoved Eric into the school. She shot Adam a look of pure loathing and followed him in.

Adam contemplated various methods of removing teeth. Punching was much too straight forward and pliers were cliché. Now the use of a blowtorch and red hot hooks was appealing but where did you get the right sized hooks? He managed to keep from boiling over until the police cruiser pulled up behind his truck.

"Hey Ken." Adam shook his hand. It was a nice gesture as they were basically standing right outside the principals office and he saw Hayworth-Kemp close the blinds. "Want to help?"

"Sure thing." Ken grinned. "I went to school with that bigoted little toad. But I can't help with mayhem. I talked with Judy though and I have a few solutions if you'll let me be a friend."

"Sure." Adam shrugged and let Ken lead the way to the office.

"Can I help you Officer?" The secretary looked nervously at the office as they walked in.

"I am here to see Ms. Hayworth-Kemp." Ken said in his best 'I'm a cop' tone.

"I will see if she is available," was the stammered answer and Ken growled. He did not even act polite as he stepped around her and opened the principals door. "Ellen." He stated as he walked in the door. "Telling Cathy to play that game was low even for you."

"Officer." Hayworth-Kemp stood up from her desk and pointed at Adam. "I would like to press charges of criminal trespass."

"Nonsense." He interrupted her. "Adam is here because I asked him to be in my capacity as police officer responding to a call by Eric's mother complaining that he is being held here under duress."

"What!" That got a blink and she launched into her official reasons for not letting anyone pick up a child without a written permission slip from the boy's parents.

"And you refused to accept a call from Judy why?" Ken asked coldly. "You've known her since we were all in school together Ellen so it's not like you wouldn't recognize the voice."

"I have policy to follow." She gritted her teeth. "And I want that pervert off school property right now!"

"That is actionable." Adam flipped open his phone and punched record. "And I am hereby warning you that further conversation is recorded."

"Fine then I will repeat myself." Ellen Hayworth-Kemp drew herself up proudly. "There is not funny east state law protecting your kind here and I do not want a pervert anywhere near this school. And as Principal I have the authority under state law to order anyone I want off school property."

"My kind?" Adam asked almost sweetly.

"I believe the correct term is homosexuals." Hayworth-Kemp sniffed.

"And you believe this makes me a threat to children?" Adam continued with his voice neutral.

"Most certainly." Hayworth-Kemp nodded shortly. "And I am not willing to take that risk. Especially not without written consent from a parent."

"You are directly accusing me of molesting Eric?" Adam asked.

"I already had the nurse look at him." She snorted. "She found nothing conclusive but I will be recommending an examination by a doctor."

"All because Adam is gay?" Ken asked just as firmly. "No other reason?"

"Oh come on Ken." Hayworth-Kemp almost yelled at him. "You know what gay men are like. Put a pretty boy in front of them and they can't help themselves. I would suggest you do your job and arrest him before he can flee town."

"Eric." Ken looked over at the boy then at Adam. "Has Adam ever done anything mean to you or that you didn't like? You know what we are talking about don't you?"

"No Ken." Eric didn't even glance at Adam. "Adam hasn't done one thing I didn't like. Well he is teaching me karate and I don't like pain all that much but that's part of learning. And he says I have to stand up to Kevin and I really don't want to do that but he has never made me do sex stuff that I didn't like. That would be molesting and that's bad."

"That's enough Eric." Ken held up a hand and Adam had a hard time not grinning at his boy. Absolutely perfectly true. Oh a lawyer would see all the open ends but overall a very truthful statement.

"Ellen?" Ken asked coolly. "I suggest with no physical evidence and no statement from Eric that you back down."

"Absolutely not." She sat back down in her chair and looked defiant. "You know the law. I am not required to let the boy go with anyone who is not a parent or has a written note from a parent and I am not moving from that position."

"OK." Ken sighed and turned to Eric this time going down on his knees in front of the boy. "I am very sorry Eric. Your mom and I wanted to tell you another way but perhaps this is meant to be. We are very much hoping that you will be happy for us but your mother and I are deeply in love and a little while ago we decided to get married." He took a sheet of hand written paper from his pocket and tossed it on Hayworth-Kemp desk. "As the boy's father I have written out a permission slip allowing Adam Carter full parental rights to my son when it comes to school. I will have a legal version of that on your desk by Monday afternoon. Judge Clement already agreed to do it."

"I have no verification that…"

"Ellen if you are going there I am going to get really pissed." Ken snapped. "Now back down. We already have enough on tape to sue the crap out of you and the school board."

"For what!" She snorted back at him and came out of her seat with teeth clenched. "I am doing my job. Sue me if you think you can but my responsibilities are crystal clear! Oh, go ahead take him!"

She stormed out of her own office.

Adam wasn't listening. He was watching his boy crying his eyes out.

"Eric." Ken looked down at the boy and had a rather cold look in his eyes. "I am really hoping that you can be happy for your mother and me. We are deeply in love and we would very much like you to be part of that family. I will understand if you need time and space. In fact I think it's a good idea you spend more time with Adam if you think you are going to be unhappy with your mother and I. We have talked it over and we will understand."

Ken turned to Adam.

"Why don't you take him home. Judy and I will stop over on our way out of town."

The drive home was rather quiet. Eric was doing a lot of crying and Adam knew that his best role right now was as supportive father figure. Well, at least he wasn't acting like an angry brat.

Adam pulled the truck into the Carriage House glad that the movers were now gone.

"Want to see where your new Karate school will be." Adam let his boy up the ladder to the now empty space. "We'll put the contractors to work on it as soon as they are finished roughing out the kitchen. Insulation, some hardwood floors, heat for the winter of course but I love that we can open the loading doors up here. I'll put some mirrors on the walls for kata practice and a pair of heavy bags I think."

"Cool." Eric did not sound in the least bit happy.

Adam took a deep breath and put his hands on both shoulders.

"You are feeling very sorry for yourself." He said and massaged the shoulders. "Your mom married a guy without even telling you and now they want you to be happy for them. Have I got it right?"

"Yeah." He was back to sobbing again and Adam shook his head.

"And you are therefore not paying attention." He sat down and pulled his boy into his lap. "Ken and your mom risked everything to make sure that you and I can be together all we want. Ken even told you you could spend more time with me."

"You're not my mom!" Eric shouted and tried to pull away.

"No I am not." Adam held him firmly and let him struggle till he was done. "I am Adam. I am your man and you are my boy. I am training you and you are learning from me. That can be a very difficult thing Eric. Being a trained boy. It hurts at times and as you are learning today some of that hurt is not done by me. It is done by others who disappoint you or don't live up to your standards. Or in this case by your mom who fell in love with a very nice man. You think she should have stayed single, or at least waited till you were ready."

He tilted the boy's head up to look at him.

"That would have been a good thing." Adam admitted. "But think about this Eric. Your mom has been alone a long time. She has spent years not taking care of herself and even was working for that jerk Symansky to keep you taken care of. Don't you think she deserves someone like Ken in her life? And who were they trying to protect by not telling you? You of course."

He rocked the boy in his lap.

"Now if you are hurt, that is expected." Adam stroked his hair. "I will be very honored if you spend the night crying it out with me. But I think you should also take a deep breath and think about your mom. If you want her to be happy then you need to put a smile on your face and when they stop over you tell them how much you hope they have a nice weekend and how much you are looking forward to ours."

Eric looked up at him with a confused look.

"You do want your mom to be happy?" Adam asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, of course." Eric wiped away a sniffle.

"And will she be happy if she thinks you hate her because she loves Ken?"

"No." the boy gave a heavy sigh.

"And do you think Ken is a good man and loves your mom?"

"Ken loves mom." Eric stated then took a deep breath "You are right Adam. I have to act for mom."

Adam nodded and gave him a firm hug.

"So let's get your mind off from all that. They are not due to stop by for an hour or two." He reached down and unsnapped the boy's belt.

"Up here!" Eric was suddenly scandalized and wiggled in his lap.

Adam grinned and managed to get the belt undone and the snaps on the jeans open.

"Stand." He ordered and promptly lowered everything down to the knees. Such a nice boy cock, already standing at firm attention and the foreskin tight against the little helmet. "Now stand still as you can." he leaned forward and engulfed the boy in one motion.

"OH!" Eric bucked and wobbled trying to stay on his feet and Adam took hold of his beautiful little butt cheeks to steady him.

"Cock sucking is the term." Adam pulled off for a minute and gave the boy a more playful kiss on the stomach. "You like it?"

"Doesn't it taste like pee?" The boy looked worried.

"What's the matter with pee?" Adam laughed and went down for another short round of suckling. He paused when he felt the boy's butt tighten. A sure sign of impending boygasm.

"Want me to keep going?" Adam teased but he could see the glassed look on the boy's face that made that question the most rhetorical one since the reporter asked the politician if he wanted to be reelected.

"Yeah." Eric pleaded in a whisper. "Please?"

"Nope." Adam stood up. "Instead I think you should return the favor for once."

"Huh?" That snapped the boy out of it and he looked suddenly scared.

"I think you should open my jeans and take out my penis." Adam stated firmly "This weekend you are going to be spending a lot of time with it so I suggest you start learning. Now undo my belt."

Eric swallowed in fear and reached out to do as he had been told. Adam let him fumble with it and smiled down at the questioning look up when it was finally undone.

"Yes Eric." He ruffled the boy's head. "The jeans come next."

A minute later and they were undone and his boxers were open at the fly showing his hard cock to the wide eyed boy.

"It's not like it's a stranger." Adam laughed at him and held his shoulders. "You saw it like this in the bath last weekend remember? Now reach in and take it out."

Eric swallowed again and did as he was told.

Adam saw him staring at the small bead of clear liquid at the tip.

"For you little boy that is the sweetest taste you will ever know." Adam dipped his finger in it and quickly wiped it across the boy's lips. Eric made to pull away in disgust but Adam had one hand on the back of his head and held him in place. "Lick your lips." he ordered.

Eric turned red but the little tongue came out and licked.

"Tastes funny." Eric wrinkled a nose.

"You'll get used to it." Adam laughed. "Now you start licking the tip and you will get some more." He eased the boy's head forward with firm pressure. Eric was resisting but not much.

"Oh yes." Adam moaned in pleasure at the tongue on his glans. "That's it boy, now open your mouth and try to fit as much as you can in." Eric did actually manage the glans but not more than a fraction of the shaft before he was choking. Again Adam had the back of his head and though he eased up a bit he did not let the boy off his cock.

"That's it." Adam repeated. "Good boy. You are learning one of the most important lessons for a boy like you." He continued to praise the boy as he gently ground his hips. It had been ages since he had had a young boy do this and the sight of Eric in this position was hot enough to put him over the edge all by itself so he was not going to last long. "In a minute I am going to ejaculate,"he told the boy while keeping the cock in its proper place. "That means I am going to shoot my sperm and cum in your mouth. It will taste like the precum I put on your lips but there will be a lot of it. You are to eat it all."

Eric suddenly panicked and tried to pull away.

"You're going to pee in my mouth!" Eric looked horrified.

"Not right now." Adam teased and kept a firm hold on the head pushing it back to its duty. "I am going to cum. Cum is not pee and one duty you will have is to always lick up every drop I produce. Now let's get that mouth back into place so I can fill it up." Adam pushed hard and Eric finally opened up and resumed his licking and sucking.

"And Eric." Adam warned feeling himself going over the edge. "If you spit any out I will have you licking it off the floor. So don't you dare spit."

He could not resist a final violent shove forward as he felt the cum boil up from his balls and the contractions start pulsing his load into the boy mouth. One two three four five six. A dribble on seven and possibly a weak eight. Adam felt triumph and release and power and more than a little euphoria. He looked down at his boy.

Eric had handled it but not perfectly. There was cum dribbling down his chin and he was swallowing hard as if to try and keep something from coming back up. There were also tears in his eyes and a look that desperately pleaded to know if he had done correctly.

"That was wonderful!" Adam pulled the boy up and began licking the cum off his face. "Open your mouth." The boy did and Adam gave him his first french kiss complete with shared cum. He put some time into it and sank to the floor for some good old fashioned tongue swapping.

Eric may not have been thrilled from the start about oral servicing his man but he got into kissing immediately. Which was a major turn on for Adam. Most boys resisted kissing and had to be broken to it. Adam reenforced the good behavior by fishing out the boy's cock and gently jacking him as they made out on the Carriage House floor. Only when the boy was fully limp after a powerful dry orgasm did Adam finally let him up.

"Wow." Was all Eric could manage as he stood up on wobbly feet and pulled up his pants.

"Wow." Adam agreed with a grin as he did the same.

Eric grinned back.

"And we're going to do that all weekend?" The boy looked at him in wonder.

"Karate and some housework." Adam rubbed a chin in thought. "In fact a lot of karate as you have a fight on Monday." He saw Eric look worried and pulled him into a tight hold for tickling. "But yes, lots and lots of boy time." He let the boy go and headed for the ladder. "In fact we better get your plug back into you right after dinner."

Chapter Thirteen

"You're sure you're OK?" Judy looked majorly worried. Which she should be but that was beside the point.

"Of course mom." Eric gave her a hug as well. "I am very happy for you and Ken. Don't worry, I love staying with Adam. I have a lot of karate to learn this weekend."

"Well." She looked worried for a second then laughed. "OK, you two have fun as well. I'll have my cell on if you need me. We should be back late Sunday night."

"I will keep him and send him to school on Monday then." Adam interjected and saw the slight nod and wink from Ken. Which was a nice opening. "Oh and Judy, you and Ken should talk about that trip to New York I asked you to do. You know Carl worked very well with you and I really do want you to know my contacts. I can set up a full week, possibly two. And if Ken can get away, well I already have the condo so it's no cost."

Judy glanced at Eric and looked wishful. Well, planted seeds took soil, sun and a little miracle grow. The rest was just patience. A long weekend thinking about a fun time in the big city with her hot cop boyfriend would do wonders.

They drove off and Adam put an affectionate arm around his boy's shoulders.

"Shirt off. Now!" Adam ordered.

"Huh?" Eric looked up wondering what was wrong.

"It's warm enough you don't need one." Adam started and reached out to pull the offending school logo shirt off his boy. "You will wear pants as needed but I refuse to let my boy wear a shirt when he doesn't need one. I like looking at his sexy chest." He reached out and tweaked a nipple producing a squeal of laughter as the boy tried to twist away. Piercing would be very fun and Adam couldn't wait till he got that far. "Race to the house!"

Karate lasted well past the usual dinner hour. Adam was serious about a weekend crash course and only broke them long enough to run out and grab some take out burgers and fries. Which was perfectly acceptable to Eric, though he was a bit embarrassed being the only boy with his shirt off in line. It was late May and rather a warm day but still a bit early in the season. It drew a few looks but no comments.

Eric was certainly a scared kid and a runt for his age group. Adam suspected that he would always be the small wiry type. He didn't lack heart or intelligence though and he was picking up his karate lessons as a brisk speed. Form sucked, you just couldn't get good form without months of practice and dedication. That would come though. Nor did they have time for the intricate kata's that Adam loved. Those would take years to master.

Instead what they were doing was a fast and dirty set of drills on basic fighting. Nothing deadly as Adam did not want anything more than a standard boy's fight, but stuff that would assure that Eric stood a chance against a boy much bigger than himself. More than a bit of it was designed simply to show Eric how much he could take in pain himself and to let him know he could hit something successfully.

It was past nine when Adam finally called it a day for practice.

"Gi pants folded nicely and get naked." Adam grinned at his boy and did the same. Eric appeared to be in the same mood and was getting a stiffy immediately. "Bathroom and wait for me."

A minute later he came into the bathroom and found Eric sitting on the toilet with his legs crossed waiting.

"Open them." Adam ordered gruffly. "Boys do not cross their legs in front of their men."

Eric opened his legs and Adam watched his boy cock go stiff again.

"We are going to have to do something about that soon." Adam grumbled then held up the bag and hose contraption in the small box he carried. "Enema time."

"Oh, noooooo." Eric sounded utterly defeated and Adam wondered.

"Had them before?" He asked half in regret as breaking a boy into enema's was part of the fun.

"A couple." Eric sighed and leaned over the tub like it was a ritual. "My grandma used to give them to me when I visited. If I didn't poop before bed time I had to have one. She died when I was eight though so it's been a long time."

"It certainly does help with the poop." Adam said as he filled the bag and added the proper meds Ben had sent with the kit. Nothing radical. A minor muscle relaxer and a few other things. "We will do it to keep you cleaned out. I don't mind pee, in fact I like piss games a lot. But I dislike poop on my finger and you will be cleaned out before bed every night."

"We're going to do it every night?" Eric looked over his shoulder with a worried expression. "I don't know if I can handle that."

"Oh you will." Adam laughed and greased up the thin nozzle. "If you are with me you will either be plugged or played with."

Eric winced as Adam inserted the hose and let the warm water flow. There were many ways to give a boy an enema ranging from quick and painless to extreme and painful. This one was just to clean him out and though it wasn't the quickest it was pretty straightforward. Eric did not complain until the cramps hit him. He only looked surprised when Adam insisted on another and then a third until the water ran out clear.

"Clear." Adam praised as he flushed the toilet. Eric was already soaking down into the hot bath and Adam joined him. "Most times I will give you your enema myself but if I order you to do one you must always continue till clear. No one want shit on the bed when they are playing. Got it?"

"Got it." Eric leaned back against him happily and Adam began washing them both.

"Are you OK." Adam asked as they enjoyed the hot water "I mean with me touching you and kissing you?"

"Yeah." Eric almost purred. "It's really scary sometimes but it's really cool too. Just don't let anyone find out!"

"Same here." Adam agreed. "Although I do think I have a friend for you that you should meet. Remember my friend Ben from the phone?"

Eric nodded.

"Well he was a boy for a good friend of mine named Doug." Adam told him. "Doug found him living on the street when he was barely thirteen and he had a very rough time being turned into a good boy. But he is certainly a fine young man and I think he would make a very good friend for you to talk to if you ever have questions about what you and I do together."

Eric looked skeptical but Adam ended that by picking him up and carrying him to the bedroom. A quick grab of the remote and Adam was dialing in the direct video connection.

"Hey I don't have clothes on!" Eric pulled covers up as a picture of Ben sitting on a couch came into view.

"Hey Adam." Ben looked tickled pink to see them. "Hi Eric. I'm Ben. Don't worry about being in the raw. I know what it's like. I was naked most of the time when Doug was training me."

"Say Hello to Ben." Adam let the boy keep the modesty offered by a sheet and lay down on the bed next to him. Ben had seen Adam naked so much he didn't even think about it as he propped himself on the pillow and watched.

"Hi." Eric kind of squeaked and Adam withheld a snicker.

"Nice to meet you Eric." Ben continued happily. Sitting in the chair he looked like any junior college student who had just come back from a workout and was lounging around in sweats. "And thank you. You don't know how worried about Adam Doug and I have been. Do you know it's been almost two years since he was last happy."

"Huh." Eric was all ears now.

"Sad story." Eric glared at Adam. "I'll tell you sometime when Adam is not around. He tends to cry a bit."

"Ben." Adam warned.

"Not going there Adam." Ben laughed at him and held up both hands in innocence. "Ben did he give you my presents to you yet?"

"Presents?" Eric was all ears.

"I figured if you are going to be a boy like I was you needed some things." Ben told him and peeled off his shirt. "Hope you don't mind. I hate being the only one with clothes on. Anyway I sent you a laptop. It got a video feed like this one so if you need to call me to chat you can at any time. Oh and I also sent you a collar."

"Collar?"

"Certainly." Ben pointed to the gold band around his own neck. "Our men like to remind us who owns them. Not like slaves mind you. Though sometimes people call us sex slaves. That's kind of true but really a bad insult. Slaves never had half the fun we do and our men always make sure we are taken care of. You know I don't know of one boy like us who was ever unhappy with his master."

"I'm a sex slave?" Eric looked worried. "Like he can sell me?"

"Adam doesn't sell his slave boys." Ben waved it off. "He's a big softy. And officially right now I would say that you're just a boy who is playing sex games with Adam. Which is kind of cool of you but if Adam was telling me right you really want him to be your trainer. He said you like it when he is in control of you right?"

"Yeah." Eric looked embarrassed but didn't deny it. "It's scary but I get real hard when he is ordering me to do stuff."

"And you agreed that only he could touch your stuff right?" Ben went on.

"Yeah. But who else was I going to let do it?" Eric giggled and Ben joined in.

"Oh, I don't know. Most boys your age experiment with friends." Ben laughed. "You'd be surprised at how many boys would be happy to play with your little penis."

"Really?" That thought amazed the boy.

"Really." Ben nodded and shucked his sweatpants. He was now down to a jock. Ben was in great shape. Doug insisted on it and his sixpack was impressive.

"Not that it matters. Your stuff belongs to Adam. So you might as well admit you like playing this game and wear his collar." Ben shrugged and shucked the jock. He was of course in a rather severe chastity device. This one a clear plastic type that kept his penis curved downward. Eric of course looked there the second the jock came off and his mouth went wide.

"What's that?" He asked quickly.

"Oh, this?" Ben stepped up to the screen and showed a close up of his bound junk. "It's my chastity device. This one is called a Birdlock. I wear it so that I can't have any erections without my man's approval. It's really very comfortable. And it's another sign I love him."

"It is." Eric looked skeptical.

"Sure is." Ben offered and sat back in the chair now with his legs wide. "I am sure Adam told you not to touch his property." Eric nodded. "But I was your age too and I bet it was really hard not to do it. Boys love to jerk off and it's almost impossible to keep your word."

"I messed up once." Eric looked embarrassed and glanced at Adam who gave him a reassuring smile. "I just wanted that feeling again."

"We all do." Ben agreed and fiddled with the cage on his cock again. "This helps me keep my word. Doug put my first one on me when I was thirteen and I have worn some kind of chastity every day since then. And I never have to worry about keeping my word. Doug even gave me the key to it after the first year and I've never removed it without his permission."

"But what if it gets… you know… hard?" Eric asked now moving closer to the edge of the bed.

"It hurts a bit." Ben shrugged. "Reminds me that I am supposed to be hard only for Doug. Everything else is not allowed. After a while you learn to control it. Like right now. Adam is very sexy and you certainly are. But I don't have an erection because I am saving it for Doug later. I love him and it is only for him."

"So I will have to wear one?" Eric glanced over at Adam who nodded.

"You'll like it." Ben said confidently "And you and I can talk about it all you want when he decides it's time to bind your little cock up. I bet it's being bad now and hard right?"

Eric blushed deep red and looked at Adam again.

"Show him." Adam ordered.

Eric swallowed hard and lowered the sheet.

"Legs wide." Adam coached and Eric opened his legs for a better view.

"Wow." Ben said excitedly. "That really hot. Nice boy tools!"

Eric giggled.

"See, fun huh?" Ben jiggled his own bound package. "Can't wait to see you in one of these Eric. Hey, Adam why not collar him?"

Adam shrugged and reached into the bedstand. From it he took a wide gold necklace. A bit too wide actually to be called a necklace but it was also thin enough that it didn't look like a slave collar and it was made of links not a solid band. Adam and Doug paid a jeweler quiet a bit to design something that could pass as trendy male wear and still make the desired statement.

"This is serious stuff Eric." Adam held up the collar and let the boy hold it. "Once I put the collar on you you are saying that I am your master and you are my boy slave. If you tell me to put it on you I will promise you right now that I will train you the best I know how, and I will tell you that I will be very severe at times, I'll also tell you that I promise to love you always and never ever to sell you permanently to anyone. You will be my boy forever."

"But I live with mom." Eric looked worried "And Ken now too I guess."

"We will deal with that slowly." Adam assured him. "I will tell her the necklace is a gift and very trendy with boys in New York. The rest we won't tell her about. You will only be a naked slave boy when you and I are alone in the house for now. OK?"

"OK." Eric looked nervous. "Are you going to put it on me now?"

"You have to ask him to." Ben said from the screen. "You have to get down on your knees and offer him the collar and ask him if you can please be his little slave boy."

Eric blinked but quickly got on his knees. It wasn't the hard floor but it was still the right basic position.

"Open your legs for him Eric." Ben encouraged. "A boy offers up his sex parts as part of the deal. You should show Adam that you are not hiding any part of yourself when you ask to be his slave toy."

Eric spread his legs.

"Please Adam, eh… Sir." The boy held up the collar. "Will you collar me? I want to be your slave."

"Certainly Eric." Adam pulled the boy in for a nice long kiss. "I would be very proud to teach you to be a good slave boy." He took the collar and quickly locked it into place. It set tight to the boy's neck with just enough room for a few months worth of growth. There was a key of course but Adam had no intention of unlocking it till it had to be replaced. At which time Eric would find out that there was an imprint left behind on the back of his neck. "Owned A.C." A rather nice touch produced by a very slow acting acid in the collar and one that would show up only under close inspection. After all Adam liked longer hair on a boy and this one had beautiful auburn locks.

"Congradulations to you both!" Ben beamed from the screen. "Man Doug is going to be so sorry he missed this. had to work a bit late."

Adam doubted Doug would miss anything. The chances of Ben not recording were zero.

"Ben." Adam guided his young boy down onto the bed so his face was toward the screen. "How would you like to watch while I finger fuck our new slave boy for a while?"

"Man that would make me hot for when Doug gets home." Ben said enthusiastically and winked at Eric. "You don't get a choice bud. Remember Adam owns you now so you just lay there and submit like a good slave. You'll find that usually gets you all kinds of boygasms."

Adam greased his finger with lube.

"I am going in rough Eric so hold on to the bed. Don't be afraid to cry out. Ben has been there before himself and he is used to a boy in pain."

One good hard thrust and Eric was arched and crying in pain. Tears formed in his eyes and he had a death grip on the sheets.

"Hurts." He moaned.

"Cool." Ben was playing with his caged cock. "Hot kid Adam. I definitely want to watch when he takes his first cock. About two months?"

"Fourth of July." Adam corrected but did not give Eric time to comment as he began sawing his finger in and out. "Come on boycunt, time to enjoy your button."

Adam was rougher this time. He had found that you had to instill this into a boy over and over. Sex was supposed to hurt. The hurt was part of the pleasure and the only way to an orgasm was to let your man hurt you. It had been trial and error the first couple of times but every boy since had quickly adapted to that mindset. All you had to do was supply the orgasm and have the patience to keep working on them.

"Spread your legs wider for him Eric." Ben coached "It helps a lot. Also don't be afraid to say things. Like when he touches your boy button you should let him know you like it."

"Oh!" Eric both grimaced in pain and pleasure as Adam pushed the right spot. "It's there!"

"Good boy." Adam grinned at Ben who looked like he was eager to get out of that cage and join in the fun. His finger assaulted the boy quickly now and Eric was quickly reduced to crying and moaning and holding on to the sheets for dear life.

"Please!" the boy begged "I feel it! I need to pee! Make me pee, Adam!"

"Do it boy." Adam rubbed even harder. "Pee!" He pulled the boy up by his shoulders so he was kneeling on the bed and the resumed his assault. From this position Eric could watch the end.

"AHHHH!" Eric screamed and a thin drizzle of pee hit the towel bunched up at his knees as he orgasmed.

"Fucking awesome dude!" Ben yelled and jumped out of his chair in joy. "Fucking awesome. Man you cum good for a dry cummer!"

"Ahh wah!" Eric cried and tried to get away as Adam continued the assault. "Stop! Please. I can't. It feels too much!"

"Again." Adam demanded with a firm grip around his chest. "Show Eric that you submit. Show him that you'll do it as long as I say. Cum again for me slut boy."

Eric cried and begged but Adam did not relent. Little dry cummers did not need a recharge time and he had the toy over the edge again within five minutes. It was tempting to go for a third but Eric had basically collapsed at the end of number two.

"Well that seemed to wear the little fucker out." Ben laughed when Adam informed him that Eric was now sound asleep. "No chance of watching him give you head?"

"Drained me a couple of hours ago in the Carriage House." Adam shrugged then thought for a second. "I am horny though." He masturbated over the boy's ass for a minute and shot a load over the still red and loose hole.

"Looks yummy." Ben rubbed his chastity cage. "Wish I was there to lap that up for you."

"All mine." Adam grinned at him and shut down the connection.

Not that he followed through with that statement. He took a couple of minutes to finger some into the boy's hole and rubbed the rest around his backside then took the slim buttplug and inserted it for the night. Eric managed to wake up just enough to complain and groan but did not protest when Adam wrapped him into a tight hug, pulled the covers up and turned off the light.

Chapter Fourteen

It was eight when the alarm went off for the final time and Adam looked at the worried look on Eric's face as Adam reached for the lube.

"Again?" Eric almost pleaded for the answer to be no.

"Who gets to choose?" Adam asked pleasantly and kissed his forehead.

"You do." Eric opened his legs resigned to the inevitable.

"Why?" Adam ran a finger around the slightly inflamed anus. So pretty and so tight, so hot to the touch, so edible.

"Because I am your slave boy." Eric looked down at his rapidly rising erection. Why did it always do that?

"That's the simple answer." Adam sat up and kissed his boy instead. "The one I want you to think about today is that you need it. You need to be trained and one very important lesson is that what you want is not as important as letting me decide what you need. You need to think about that my little boy, you need to rely on me for everything, once you do you will be safe and happy. Until then you will be afraid."

Adam stood up.

"Bath, then I will make us pancakes and we can start karate practice." Adam told him. "It's going to be a very rough day Eric so enjoy the bath."

Adam was true to his word. Eric worked out hard till noon, got taken out for a nice lunch and was back throwing punches by one. Adam allowed for bathroom and water breaks and kept him working right up until six.

"So I imagine we should do something for dinner." Adam said as they both got out of the bath. "Then when we come back you can spend the night practicing your skills at licking my cock."

"If I can stay awake." Eric yawned and rubbed sore muscles.

"Oh you'll manage." Adam tossed his towel into the heap to go downstairs. "Besides it's rewards time."

"Rewards?" Eric looked up with interest.

"Certainly." Adam handed the boy his butt plug and watched him put it in. "You have been an excellent boy and I am very proud of you. All of your training is going wonderfully so we should take a few hours to celebrate. Any movies you want to see? Food?

Eric mentioned a rather popular adventure movie and Adam agreed instantly. Adam got him dressed and was about to leave when he saw the incoming call number.

"Doug, hold on a second." Adam sent Eric out to wait in the truck. Actually made it a bit more exciting for him and handed him the keys to start it. "What's up other than you are going to tell me how badly you worked over Ben last night after seeing the video."

"Pretty bad Adam." Doug confirmed happily. "In fact he didn't want to go out tonight. Something about not being able to sit through a whole play."

They both laughed.

"I just wanted to see what you want me to do with that audio file you sent us." Adam had sent the audio to Ben and asked for legal options. "I can probably get her fired but it's a lot of publicity."

"Well I can't have her sending Eric to the nurses office after this weekend." Adam grimaced. One look at the boy's hole and any nurse would recognize something was going on. And he was very unwilling to stop playing for the three of four days it would take for the evidence to heal away.

"Now that I can do something about." Doug said cheerfully. "I'll call our friendly local boy vet and have you a nice note. Constipation and irritation of the colon. A salve administered with a rubber glove for a week. That usually works for these minor issues. I'd lay off anything else for a few weeks till he is out of school."

Doug paused.

"You're getting a lot more flack from the locals than normal. You still love that house that much?"

"House and the boy." Adam said with confidence.

"Then as your lawyer and best friend I guess I better do what I can to make sure you keep both." Doug responded warmly. "Great to see you back among the living bud. I'll call that Principal and see if I can put a little fear into place without making the local front pages."

The movie was memorable. Not because it was good, though the special effects were enough to keep any ten year old boy happy for a night. Nor was it because Eric had consumed a whole large bowel of popcorn and impressive stack of assorted candy and more than half of a cinema large sized coke by himself. The boy was working out harder than ever in his life and such food binges were expected.

The memorable came outside the bathroom as Adam walked out of it to find Eric backed up against the wall by three boy's ranging from his age to around twelve. He saw two of the local Blue Dragon kids coming out of the movie as well and they were obviously headed to back Eric up but Adam waved them away.

"Faggot." It was the expected insult. "Give us the necklace."

"No." Eric stood his ground, not that he had any left to give up. The boy glanced at Adam who shrugged his shoulders and stood back. Monday was the set date but these things happened when they happened.

"I'm not afraid of you any more Kevin." Eric took a deep breath and said it like he meant it.

"Then I am going to pound you till you are." Kevin was a dirty blonde with about ten pounds too much weight around his belly and the beginnings a very bad complexion. One look at the boy screamed slob and bully and that was before you took into account the black t-shirts with skull logo's and torn by razor blade jeans.

"Take it outside." A larger teen with one of those hideous red shirts they made the help wear at these movie theaters broke them up.

Adam walked up and put a possessive hand on Eric's shoulder as the three punks in training headed for the door. Kevin had the manners to throw Eric the finger on the way out.

"Need help Sensei." One of the older Blue Dragon kids was back with a younger buddy. "Matt and I can make sure they don't gang up on him."

The boy obviously was of the same opinion as Adam. Fight was best to be done now. And the idea had merit. Three on one was stiff odds.

"I think it would be nice if you stuck around boys." Adam motioned towards the door. "If Eric feels he is ready we might as well get this over with."

He waited for the Blue Dragon boys to get out of earshot and leaned down to his boy.

"I'm sorry Eric." He told him calmly. "I did not plan for this but it happened. If you want to wait till Monday as we planned I'll get you out of it but frankly you already know everything you need to know. Sunday would be just more of what you've been doing all week. Kevin is a bully but he doesn't know a tenth of what you do. He can hurt you, we both know that. And he has friends who will jump in. But sooner or later you have to get over being afraid of being hurt. This isn't about winning, like I said before, as long as you are spitting at him when it is over I will still be proud of you."

Adam saw Eric visibly swallow his fear and square his shoulders.

"My plug itches." The boy scratched his bottom. "I got him Adam."

Adam let him lead the way. The fight would be over before it began if he was seen too close beside the boy.

"Come on Faggot." Kevin opened by stepping out from behind a car and shoving Eric into one of his buddies on the other side. It was an old game Adam referred to as shoveasucker. He had covered it with Eric. Now to see if he remembered the lesson.

Yup, the punch was bad enough to make Adam wince but it landed square on Kevin's buddies nose and Eric was back at Kevin before the little idiot had even stopped smiling.

Eric missed the knee to the groin. Pity that, it had been a nice try and if it had connected the fight would have been over. The punch to the eye was much nicer but Kevin was swinging himself and he was much bigger. Adam gritted his teeth as Eric took it in the stomach and doubled over. Popcorn on the pavement was not pretty. Amusing to Kevin and his buds though as they were all laughing.

Not Eric who came up looking for blood and this time the front thrust kick caught Kevin in the lower stomach and sent him crashing to the pavement with Eric jumping on his chest and raining punch after punch on his face. Both of Kevin's friends were on their way in to help out and the two Blue Dragons were only feet away.

Time to end this. Except that was the same opinion of the cop who suddenly tooted the siren and flashed the lights. Which resulted in the two Blue Dragons freezing in place and Eric looking scandalized. Kevin and his two buddies ran for it of course.

"Hey Nick, Matt. Out good deeding tonight?" The cop asked as he stepped up.

"Sensei asked us to, Bill." Nick spoke up for the two of them. "Eric is Master Carter's student."

"That would be me." Adam stepped up and put a hand on Eric's shoulder as was his habit now. It seemed to steady the boy and it did good things to Adam's ego. "Adam Carter." He put out a hand.

"Bill O'Higgins." the cop shook it firmly enough. "Sorry I wasn't there for the fight. Ken says it was worth selling tickets to see."

"Are we in any trouble?" He asked.

"Well officially I am asking you all to leave the plaza." The cop shrugged. "It's what we usually do after the kids get in a fistfight. I'll also have to have a word with everyone's parents but as Matt is mine and Nick is my nephew that part is done and I guess officially I didn't see who ran away. No big deal." He put his flashlight away reached into his car and turned off the flashers.

"Nice fight by the way, can't believe you've only been working with the boy for a week." He shook his head. "You two hop in I'll give you a lift home. Mr. Carter, Eric, drive safe."

Adam had just started the truck when he felt a very solid little punch in his arm and looked down at a very angry boy.

"And that was for?" Adam asked in curiosity.

"Kevin hit me because that damned butt plug went the wrong way on my kick." Eric complained. "And I looked stupid throwing up my popcorn!"

"I would have thought you would have been happy to have won." Adam observed.

"I can't believe I was afraid of him." Eric sounded rather offended. "He hit me really hard and it wasn't near as bad as when you beat me. And I LIKE that!"

Adam laughed his ass off.

"Banana split make up for the popcorn?" He asked and was rewarded with a huge hug.

A couple of hours later a very happy boy sucked him to a rather intense orgasm, licked up every single spilled drop from his pubic hairs and settled in with his head on Adam's shoulder for sleep. Sunday, Adam awoke to a repeat performance and they did pancakes once again before practice.

Adam broke at eleven when some idiot decided to knock on his door and ruin a perfectly fun Sunday. If this was some Church group trying to save his soul after service he was going to be tempted to sent them to meet his friend Lucifer on an express ticket. A man should be left to molest his boy in peace on a Sunday, probably a law about it somewhere as this was a civilized country.

He opened the door and barely slipped the ham sized fist that came flying at him.

It grazed the side of his head and made him see stars for a second though. Ouch. Well, best not to worry about who until it was over. He came up under the arm and delivered one of his nicest palm heal strikes. The kind that was supposed to be a family myth. The mammoth guy on his porch grunted and Adam was worried. Men who had just had two ribs cracked should not simply grunt. Another fist came down and landed high on his chest and it was his turn to grunt. Well tit for tat was fine if that's what it took. He drove the next one into the guys left arm and heard the bone snap. Another one to the chest broke another rib and the giant was finally falling back.

Adam took a step back himself to see who or what he was fighting and found a 300 plus pounder [140 kg] of mostly rock cradling his arm but still looking dangerous. Down the steps he could see Kevin standing with his mouth open. Father it looked like. Oh, well.

"Done?" Adam asked with disdain. "I can break the other one as well if you like."

"Fuck off." The guy backed down. "Lucky shot. Been hurt worse. I'll be back when the cast is off."

"Whatever." Adam watched him walk away with Kevin following fearfully behind.

"You're hurt!" Eric's tone of voice was so full of concern it was almost worth the pain Adam was suddenly aware of. Blood was now in his eyes as well which was not very cool at all.

"Should I call 911?" Eric had gone from raiding medical supplies from the neighbors to junior nurse to panicked boy and back a dozen times within the last twenty minutes.

"Nope." Adam dabbed at the blood. It was now mostly stopped and in his humble opinion the butterfly would hold nicer that a stitch or two. And the ribs were just badly bruised not cracked. Bruised bad enough that he let Eric help him back into bed and accepted the cold leftovers for dinner rather than the stairs.

Well maybe cracked as it got worse not better and he decided he was down and out for a day or two. No use in even seeing a doctor as the ribs were too high for wrapping. Plus x-rays were not something he wanted to talk over with a local.

"OK." Adam propped himself into a comfortable, relative of course, position and looked at his worried boy. "Play is over for the weekend as well. Bath first, take out the plug and wash it. Then you can come to bed."

Eric looked rebellious but did as he was told. What Adam should have watched for was the cell phone because when he came back he had it open and handed it to him.

"Hear you tangled with Kevin's dad Dan." Came Ken's voice. "Judy and I will be there in an hour."

Adam shot Eric a look that told him he should not have called but the boy looked defiant.

"I'll survive." he growled

"Possibly." Ken laughed. "In Eric's opinion you need medical help though and he was rather firm in insisting we come home and help. Oh, and he thinks it's his fault for beating up Kevin, which is a story I am dying to hear. Judy is horrified but proud. She is in the bathroom now and we'll be back on the road in a few."

Adam assured him he would hold out just fine and hung up only to find Eric on the cam with Doug and Ben.

"And he's hurt real bad." Eric was saying.

"Eric!" Adam shouted in exasperation and Doug broke out laughing.

"Oh shut up Doug." Ben almost shoved him out of the screen. "How bad Adam?"

"Couple of ribs and perhaps three stitches worth." Adam admitted. "Sucker punched at the door."

"OK." Ben looked less concerned. "Now lay back and let me explain to your would be rescuer."

Adam did not lay back. He had some toys and lube best not left in plane site if Eric's mom was coming up the stairs. And he had to mess up a bed in the spare room. Toss a couple of old boy's undies on the floor as well. The rest he could explain away if needed. And all this with a splitting headache and cracked ribs! Slave boys should be more obedient than this. Where was a good punishment bench when you needed one?

"… so Doug and I are kind of used to it." Ben was saying when he came back and collapsed on the bed. "I'll fly out to babysit him in the morning but don't worry, he'll be back up and playing with you in a day or two. I'll bring the tapes of a couple of his matches in Burma and the one he did in Nevada and you'll get an idea of why Adam does not care much about pain."

"He really likes fighting that much?" Eric asked.

"Yup." Ben nodded forcefully. "And he'll train you to be a hell of a fighter as well. Adam always teaches his boys how to fight. Now go make sure he didn't miss anything that might freak out your mom in the bathroom while I talk to Adam."

"K. Bye Ben and thanks." Eric avoided looking at Adam but did look sorry as he rushed from the room.

"Wildly cute and loving." Doug stepped back into camera and wrapped an arm around his boy. "And I am very proud of Ben's big brother skills. I'll miss him this week."

"No need to fly in." Adam winced as his ribs said otherwise.

"I'll be there by noon." Ben ignored him. "And I highly recommend you get them x-rayed. Last time you fucked around you were in bed an extra week."

"Well you should make a forensic anthropologist very happy some day Mr. Carter." The Doctor seeing him in the emergency room looked like a refugee from a bad WWII flick but seemed as capable and confident as some of the best Adam had met. The name tag said Doctor Timothy Smi--- with the last part almost rubbed out with age. Smith was the assumption.

He put the x-rays up in the light and Ken whistled.

"I stopped counting at ten." Smith remarked as he gently poked at Adam's chest. "Ring fighting was good for perhaps five of them. And the angles are all wrong for an accident. I assume someone didn't like you during a war?"

"Something like that." Adam admitted. "It's classified."

"Well, I hope they gave you enough medals for it and the bastard is dead." Smith pressed a little harder and Adam winced. "It will hurt like hell for a few days but you'll heal fine." He switched to the head wound. "Damned good work putting you back together."

"Agreed." Adam did not want to talk about it and he didn't like the looks Ken kept giving the x-ray.

"Butterfly was a nice try." Smith commented "But you are still getting a pair of stitches. I'll just numb the area."

"No need."Adam rolled his eyes. "No I am not into the pain or think I am a tough guy. I am however highly allergic to most Novocaine type drugs. Especially the types you have out here. I can handle a couple of stitches."

Smith shrugged and got out the proper needles.

"Judy still arguing with the paperwork?" Adam asked Ken. He did not like watching needles aimed at his flesh.

"They still don't believe your insurance has no co-pay." Ken shook his head. "And you say Judy and Eric are on the policy? Very good benefits package."

"Decent." Adam admitted. "and yes, Ben should have put Judy on when she was hired. Where is Eric?"

"Lobby." Ken told him while still looking in awe at the x-ray. "I left him with a twenty and orders to see how much he could eat out of the vending machines."

Adam would have rather had his boy in with him than Ken but he kept his mouth shut on that score. Besides Eric had his cell phone and Adam had money that Ben was not sleeping a wink tonight as Eric had promised him updates. He bit his teeth as the first needle went into his scalp.

"Good not even a flinch." Smith praised him. "I expected to have to do that first one over. Now let me do the second."

"Did you talk to Judy about New York?" Adam tried to change the conversation as Smith prepped his next stitch.

"It's a deal." Ken looked happy. "I have a weeks vacation I can take and still have time for the mountains in July."

"Judy has enough work for the house to keep her there two weeks." Adam told him. "Plus that week and we will be right up to the end of Eric's school year. I'll certainly watch him when you can't"

Ken shot him a very knowing smile.

"I have also promised him that I would take him to New York myself. Possibly we could overlap as the school is out. He's a bright boy and is looking forward to the Met as a reward if his grades earn him the trip."

"Oh I am sure they will." Ken said thoughtfully. "And I am sure Judy will be fine with it. We're planning on renovating her house and putting it up on the block eventually you know and Eric would hate seeing his room torn up. Best he is out on an adventure with a family friend than mopping around a house he can't even sleep in. And I am certain he wouldn't want to move into my apartment!"

Adam chuckled and then held still as the stitch went in.

"Done." Smith pulled off his gloves and tossed them on the table. "Anything you can take as painkillers?"

"A few things but I have the prescriptions already." Adam admitted. "Goes with the territory when you have x-rays like mine."

"I can imagine." Smith shook his hand. "Now if you'll excuse me I have an idiot who broke his arm and a couple of ribs falling down the stairs to tend to."

"You going to want charges?" Ken asked as if by routine.

"Nope." Adam let him help him into a shirt. "A rematch without a sucker punch is all I want."

"Oh, you'll get that." Ken offered him his jacket which Adam declined. "Dan is as thick skulled as he looks. Now that he decided you are responsible for Kevin loosing that fight he is going to keep coming back till you knock it out of him or apologize."

Adam walked out and found Judy with Eric by her side and a bureaucratic type holding his cell phone.

"She's on the phone with Doug." Eric looked like he was very happy that someone was getting what they deserved and from the sounds of it Doug was letting the woman know exactly what that was. At least she had the good grace to say goodbye and hand back the phone before telling them that everything was taken care of.

Adam put an arm around his boy's shoulder and allowed him to lead him to Ken's big black SUV. Ken had earned big points when Eric found out it had police lights and that Ken was very willing to use them on the way to the hospital at a very high speed.

"I'm staying till Ben comes in to take over." Was Eric's answer to the idea of going home with his mother at 3am.

"Might as well." Adam shrugged. "And I don't think we should expect him to go to school after all this either."

"Probably best." Judy nodded. "And I was going to keep him home while I went to talk to Ellen anyway! Ken and I had a long talk about that Adam and we know people on the school board. Ellen Hayworth-Kemp is going to get an ear full and I am going to take the day off myself to see a few friends. She is absolutely not going to be spreading rumors like that about a man who has done so much for me and my son."

Adam agreed to all that and even managed to find his traveling medical kit and the little yellow pill that would put him out for the next six hours.

Chapter Fifteen

Adam woke up to find him talking to Eric and pulling open the drapes to the room.

"Hey Adam." Ben did not look at all worried about him. "Eight hours. Eric just finished showing me around the house and settling me in to the spare room."

Well that was best settled immediately. Ben was being a jerk.

"Nonsense." Adam told them both. "Ben is like family to me Eric and when he stays with us without Doug he will sleep in bed with us."

"Thanks Adam." Ben looked deeply moved. He had been trying to give them space but it would have been the first time since he was 13 that he didn't have either Adam or Doug in his bed at night.

"Well if you are here to play nurse and I plan on getting the most out of it. Including lunch, which you two boys can get me right after you tell me why I don't hear the contractors finishing up downstairs or out working in the Carriage House?" Adam tried to figure out which projects he had given priority too but his head still hurt.

"Mom sent them all home." Eric volunteered. "She said you needed peace and quiet. Andy agreed but the boss of the work crew gave him a hard time. Andy can really swear when he wants to you know." Eric giggled.

Adam had a very nice lunch in bed. Which he was dying to get out of but his two nurses did not look happy when he insisted on doing so. Judy came back at one to find them arguing with him about it.

"Well Adam." She took a deep breath. "As a personal favor I would ask you to lay down and let these two have there way for a minute or two. I just finished my rounds and had my talk with Ellen and I would like some advice."

"Sure." Adam waved the two boys away with a suggestion that Eric show Ben the Carriage House. "Problem?"

"I am not sure Adam." Judy sounded like she was still deep in thought. "Best probably to take it a step at a time and then you can tell me what you think."

Adam nodded.

"Ellen made me rather mad Adam." She started. "The woman has actually called social services. Which, out here is one of my best friends, Millie Wanderman. Millie and I had a lunch date to talk anyway as I wanted to know how hard to push Ellen. Millie and Ellen don't get along by the way and haven't since fourth grade. Millie said she just laughed at Ellen and refused to even consider that Ken and I were abusing Eric or allowing anyone else to. But Ellen insisted on filing a report so Millie typed one up and sent it over to Judge Clement with a note that said she did not think it had any merit at all."

"So you went to see Clement." Adam moved her along. Too many people were making these allegations and he had no intention of allowing a doctor anywhere near his boy.

"No, we actually called him to join us for lunch." Judy grinned. "He takes lunch at the dinner anyway so it was no big deal. I was surprised at how mad he got! Do you know that the school board is so upset about the problems you are getting that they actually hired a lawyer to see if they could sue Mr. Symansky themselves." She shook her head. "That four hundred thousand not only balanced their budget but is allowing for some much needed upgrades at the school and they are very grateful for it. Judge Clement is going to be having a few talks with school board members about Ellen deciding to support Symansky and push her own bigotry. She may have a contract but with the mood the board is in she is going to have to scramble to keep it."

Adam waited. So far this was nice information but hardly the type to make for a problem that Judy had to have his opinion on today.

"I also spoke with Millie about that fight and the change in Eric." Judy bit her lip and Adam prepared for the problem. "Overall Millie does not support violence at all and was not thrilled that you encouraged it. However she agrees that the confidence building was very much needed. I have been talking to her off and on for over two years now and she had been pressuring me to get Eric into therapy. I told her that Ken and I think you are a wonderful influence on Eric and that we are firmly committed to seeing that influence continued but that we are worried that he is going to take a lot more harassment at school when it is known how much time he spends with a gay man. We are all sure Ellen is going to make sure that information is out to his classmates and that she will not lift a single finger to step on anti-gay slurs."

"And you talked about solutions?" Adam tried to keep his voice calm. Some possible solutions included no longer having his boy around after all.

"A few." Judy continued to worry her lip. "Ken and I already have as well but I ran them past Millie as we were having the conversation anyway. One is to just let Eric stand up for himself. That's kind of lame though as I don't believe letting him sink or swim at school is exactly the act of a supportive parent."

Adam agreed with that but just nodded and readjusted the pillows. Damned rib hurt.

"Option two is to take him out of school early." She sighed. "We can do that as long as he shows up to take his finals. But running away is not role modeling proper behaviors either. Ken and I have talked about enrolling him in another school in the fall but certainly not two weeks before the end of classes."

"Logical." Adam offered.

"It's the same problem if I withdraw him for home schooling, not that I have the education or the time for it!" Judy looked frustrated then took a deep breath. "Especially not as Ken is making a lot more noise about us spending time together now that Eric knows we are married. Frankly Adam I really have no solution that is good for Eric or my marriage and I am hoping you can tell me something other than to pick a less bad solution and live with it."

"Maybe." He leaned back a bit and tried not to let a shred his satisfaction show. Boy on silver platter Aisle One!

"First of all you should know I am very attached to Eric already." Adam said truthfully. "He is a wonderful boy and I am finding that mentoring him is more fun and more rewarding than ten house remodels. So I will commit to you right now that if you and Ken want me in Eric's life that's where I will be."

"We do!" Judy took his hand in gratitude and Adam was very grateful she did not know even a shade of what he was saying.

"Good." Adam tried to sound like the thoughtful counselor. "Because in my opinion what Eric needs most is confidence. Frankly he is a bright boy and if he misses an entire semester, even two just to take karate and build his confidence I would consider it time well spent."

"But…" The good academic mom came out in her and Adam held up a hand before she could go there.

"Judy." He said firmly. "Eric is an A- B+ student only because he lacks confidence and drive on one hand and is picked on and belittled at school on the other. Part of that is his size and part is his feeling of being different. Whether he is gay or not is too early to tell but I can tell you that he is very uncomfortable around most people and very comfortable around me. So it doesn't take a rocket scientist to wonder aloud."

"Possibly." Judy sighed. "Heck, I'm his mom, and it's not like I'm blind so I'll even say probably."

"Good."Adam gave her a smile of support. "Nothing to fear. I will make sure Eric has plenty of space to ask whatever questions he wants when he feels the time is right. But that is for the future. Right now I think you have to admit that academics is not as important as self esteem and confidence. Give me the summer, possibly a bit longer and I will guarantee that Eric will be flying through coursework instead of struggling. And no I am not willing to see him fall behind."

Judy looked bewildered.

"Judy, I already told you that I want to take Eric to New York once school lets out. While there I plan on taking him to see a couple of specialists if you and Ken don't mind. One of those will be a man I know who tests gifted children. Another runs a very private tutoring service for the children of rich people like me who have children. Eric may or may not return to the local school but I assure you that if you let me work with him he will have an excellent education."

"That is an incredible offer Adam," she gasped at the implications of how much that would cost.

"Nonsense." Adam patted her hand. "I am a gay man who has zero chances of having a child of his own but will very happily accept the role of devoted Uncle to a deserving boy like Eric. In some small way I may even be able to act out my father need." He paused and told the truth. "Judy, when I came here I thought I had found a miracle, an untouched old home that needed what I had to offer. Perhaps I found two. A home with wonderful potential and a boy with wonderful potential. I am very much hoping you let me work with both of them."

"Absolutely!" Judy wiped a tear from her eye. "Adam you are a godsend. Ken and I will be honored if you would help raise Eric. So you suggest I take him from school?"

"Definitely." Adam's voice was confident. "I can think of nothing Ellen Hayworth-Kemp's school offers the boy other than more bullying and insults. If you and Ken are all right with it I will let him spend even more time with me. I don't want him getting cocky after that fight so I want him working out even harder to show him how much he doesn't know."

He paused then went on to close the deal.

"Ken told me you'd decided to go to New York to work with Carl and about the renovations to your house. Why not just let Eric stay with me for the summer. He already wants to babysit me over this stupid broken rib and if you haven't noticed he is treating Ben like a long lost big brother. Knowing Ben they will be downloading movies and eating popcorn and you'd have to use chains to drag them apart anyway."

"I thought he was much older." Judy shook her head in disbelief. "He looks like an 18 year old."

"Twenty." Adam corrected with a shrug. "And Ben was raised by a Doug who adopted him when he was thirteen and let me tell you Ben was a lot more of a handful than Eric will ever be. Today he is an absolutely confident and well educated young man. Seven years ago he would be the kid to slash the tires out of your car and kill your cat, probably after conning you out of twenty dollars. If you look at Ben, he is exactly the type of well adjusted boy I want Eric to become."

"Done!" Judy shook his hand in happiness. "Now who gets to tell Eric without making me look like I am abandoning him?"

"I will." Adam took full possession and responsibility. "For now just tell him it's fine if he misses another day or two of school to take care of me and hang out with Ben."

"Ben." Adam finished dinner and the pain killer. "I'm a bit worn out, how about you give Eric his enema. Then I want two naked boys in my bed?"

"Really?" Ben looked like he had died and gone to heaven. Eric looked nervously excited.

"Well you did fly all the way out here." Adam winked at him. "And remember, no touching my property." He paused. "And when was the last time you were milked young man?"

"Four days ago." Ben looked more worried.

"Like a cow?" Eric asked quizzically generating a bit of laughter.

"No, Eric." Adam explained. "When a boy starts producing cum when he is about twelve, earlier in some boys, later in others, his man usually starts rubbing his boy button until his cum dribbles out. It's considered very bad for a boy to be shooting his cum during an orgasm. Only men should be doing that." Adam sighed. "Unfortunately our Ben here is almost to the age when Doug will be removing his chastity cage for good and he will be expected to orgasm like me. But till Doug does that every three or four days Ben should be milked. We can do it later tonight if you'd like. But right now off you two go. A good cleaning Ben, don't let him off with a rinse. You can answer his questions about your milking while you're doing them."

"Sir." Ben grinned and ushered Eric out of the room.

Eric looked a bit worried as he and Ben came back an half hour later. Both were naked, not counting Ben's chastity cage of course and Eric was carrying Adam's belt in both hands. He looked at Ben like he was not sure this was a good idea but Ben simply nodded sharply and gave him a little nudge forward.

"I am very sorry sir but I need my beating please." Eric managed to get out while keeping his eyes demurely on the floor and offering the belt with outstretched hands.

Adam winked at Ben.

"Perhaps later." He told the boy and saw the confusion on his face. "Right now we have a guest and I believe I would like to show off my property. Up and over my knees right now and make sure we can see that cute little hole. If I have to spread your legs you'll be going to bed very sore and unhappy."

Eric swallowed hard but did precisely as he had been told. Adam motioned for Ben to join him on the bed then examined the offered hole. Clean and spotless as expected.

"Nice." Ben commented.

"Agreed." Adam ran a finger along the edge and Eric moaned.

"Lube?" Ben offered the bottle hopefully.

"Not yet." Adam moved his boy up onto his chest and ignored the sudden pain as he remembered cracked ribs were not up to the weight of a ten year old boy. It took a couple of times to position him for proper kissing. "I thought Eric and I would cuddle and kiss for a while. You on the other hand should probably do some kissing of the other end."

"Got it!" Ben grinned.

Adam soothed his boy and placed one hand behind his head as he began. Eric was more than happy with this and already had his mouth partially open for some tongue action, then suddenly stiffened.

"What's he doing!?" The boy half whispered in a scandalized tone. "He's got his tongue in my… oh!"

"That's what he's doing." Adam chuckled and placed his boy's cheek next to his own as he whispered in his ear. "It's called rimming and it should be one of the few things that the man does to the boy and the boy does not do to the man. It's usually done to relax a boy before putting your penis in him but it is also done just to make the boy feel good. It does feel good doesn't it?"

"Ahhh." Eric moaned as Ben went from licking to probing with his tongue.

"Hard as a rock." Ben commented as he came up for air. "You better put a cage on him. No control at all."

"As if you had any." Adam remarked back. "But you are right. I think we need to get that little thing into a harness as soon as we can. Call Lew and rush it in the morning."

"Cool!" Ben swatted Eric's butt and produced a yelp. "Hear that little brother. You're getting caged! Now open those legs a bit so I can get in there good."

Eric was in heaven. Adam kissing one end Ben the other and neither having any intentions of stopping. Adam did reach down occasionally and roughly jerk the little cock. Eric didn't seem to like that but he also remained hard as a rock and moaned his complaint only when he was close to his dry cum and Adam stopped. Which happened repeatedly and left the boy gasping and thrashing as Ben tongued him as deep as he could.

Adam finally decided the boy was at peak and glanced down at Ben.

"Enough. Put his plug in."

"Yes, sir." the plug went in so quickly Eric barely had time to yelp. "I thought…"

"Nope." Adam pulled the frustrated boy up to lay his head on his shoulder. "You have to learn Eric. I control, not you. Now I want you to assume the position for your spanking. As my ribs still hurt I will hold your head while Ben uses the belt."

Eric swallowed deeply and his eyes were worried but he did as he was told even propping the pillows correctly and opening his hole for view. Adam moved into position at the boy's head and stroked his cheek. Ben for his part had been on the receiving end of many a belting and was picking up the paddle with relish.

"Now Eric." Adam told the boy who looked pleadingly at him. "None of that, you know you need regular spankings. Correct?"

"I guess." He did not seem sure and Adam sighed and winked at Ben who shrugged. Expected.

"Come on Eric."Adam prodded in a soft but firm voice. "We have been over this before. A boy needs to submit. He needs to know how it feels to be in pain. And you particularly need to be reminded that you are my boy. So you offer yourself up, knowing that it is going to hurt, knowing that it is very very scary, but also knowing that if you do as you are told you it will eventually lead to an orgasm. Remember last time?"

He waited till the boy nodded.

"Good boy." Adam praised and continued to stroke the boy's cheek and neck. "It's ok to be afraid. And yes it hurts, but grind your hips down into that pillow on each stroke. This time with a plug in you I think you'll find you'll get that special feeling even faster."

Eric swallowed and Adam nodded.

Ben knew what he was doing. No lasting marks but hard enough to bring the boy to the edge of a scream.

"Thrust down hard! NOW!" Adam put a hand over the boy's mouth to prevent the scream from waking dead police officers two towns over.

Eric was in agony but somehow stopped struggling against Adam's grip and thrust his hips into the pillow.

"Again!"Adam snapped and held on tight. Last time he had been rather gentle with the boy. Ben was not. Each stroke was a solid blow across his ass and Eric was torn between thrashing to get away and pushing down as Adam told him to. To help Adam put a hand on his back to keep him relatively in place.

"Do you feel it?" Adam asked eagerly as another stroke brightened the red marks of the previous two. Eric was more used to it now and was thrashing less and thrusting more.

"Yeah." Eric cried. "But it hurts so much Adam!"

"Then you are being a very good boy." Adam praised and nodded to Ben who added another sharp slap of the belt. "Good boy! Submit to me. Now keep thrusting into the bed Eric. I want you to cum from feeling the belt and that plug in your little pussy. Don't wait for the belt just thrust as fast and hard as you can."

Adam nodded and Ben began a methodical rhythm of strokes trying to time them to hit just as Eric thrust down hard.

"I feel it!" Eric shouted eagerly less than a minute later. "It's going to happen!"

Adam reached under the boy and found his junk. It took just a second to fish out the small balls and roughly grab them.

"AHHHHH! NOOOO!" Eric exploded as the pain of the belt and having his boy jewels squeezed put him over the edge. Adam felt his little cock pulse and jerk as the boy fought to pull away.

A minute later Adam was holding his sobbing boy in his arms as he recovered and at Ben who was trying to adjust a chastity device that was preventing a rock hard cock.

"Go take that off." Adam rolled his eyes. "You just wear it for fun and you know Doug will approve. He's basically just waiting for you to tell him and he'll release your collar."

"I know." Eric sat on the bed and stroked Eric's back gently. "We're going to get a new boy in a couple of months at most and I won't be wearing one at all." He sighed. "I am just hoping he is as good a boy as Eric. Amazing."

Ben went to get his cage off and Adam grabbed a tissue. A bit of nose stuff from a sobbing boy.

"You did great." Adam praised as he wiped the boy's nose. "I am very proud of you Eric. When you are ready we should either make Ben dribble his cum for us or if you really want to be nice to him you have my permission to suck his penis for him."

"Really?" Eric sniffled again but was recovering quickly.

"Sure." Adam grinned and tousled his hair. "Milking a boy is a lot of work but the results are something impressive. The orgasms are very frustrating though and Ben does not like to cum that way."

"Tell you what."Adam sat them both up. "Why don't you go soak in the tub for a bit. I want to talk to Ben for a minute and you can decide what way you want Ben to cum for you."

Adam shooed him off the bed and into action. It was a very old trick he had learned in coaching. A boy in action had less chance to worry about the pain he was feeling. It could be as simple as sending him for a glass of water but it always worked.

Ben came back and raised a disappointed eye at Eric's absence. Adam looked at the rampant cock of a young man in his prime and chuckled.

"Back in a few." Adam patted the side of the bed and Ben sat down. "In the meantime we have a minute or two to talk. So what do you think of my boy?"

"Lottery won." Ben said emphatically. "Are you really going to do all those things you've fantasized to him? Your kind of extreme Adam."

"Not as much as some." Adam leaned back on his pillows and relaxed. "There's that group in Florida that gelds all their boys, actually gets them to beg for it. And Bancroft's group is into nullification as well. Trust me, I have no intention of that." he shuddered. "When I get Eric to the city, I'll definitely be doing a tight circumcision and maybe remove a bit of the ball sack to keep it tight. I am leaning towards piercing his cock and perineum but let's see what Lew delivers. I want it painful. His ass will certainly be stretched enough for anal, but you know I disapprove of those plugs that basically ruin a boy's hole. One size larger and no more. Oh, and those nips get posts as soon as I think I can get away with it."

Ben shrugged. Most boys wore plugs and had their nips pierced. It was no big deal. In fact it was kind of weird that Doug was adamantly against piercings. In fact Adam was rather tame. Ben had seen boys with multiple cock piercings, tattoos and assorted other genital modifications that were pretty radical! On the other hand?

"And his bladder?" Ben had spend more than one week with Adam catheterized.

"Not sure." Adam replied thoughtfully. "I would be very happy to have the boy Vet put a shunt in so he wouldn't have any control. There are some amazing penis plugs I am thinking about. But I don't want permanent modification. Once I have him on two enema's a day he'll loose control of that function of course and I will certainly be spending some time with diaper play."

Ben winced. Adam was not into poop but he was certainly into asserting control and there was no more basic way to show a boy that you controlled him than to fill him full of powerful diuretics and lock him into a pair of diapers for a few days. Ben had cried his way through a couple of those experiences. It was fairly harmless but humiliating and when it was over you appreciated when your man gave you an enema. The catheter was pretty much the same. Better to ask for permission to pee than to have it dripping constantly from the end of your dick.

"So do I get milked tonight?" Ben laid back and gently fondled his hard on.

"Not unless you want it."Adam laid replied "You're old enough and Eric is young enough that you can play either role. Frankly I suggest you not play the boy so much. The role of elder brother suits you and I don't think it would be quiet as effective if he saw you being boy milked."

"But I do get to cum?" Ben looked almost pathetic as he begged and Adam was tempted to tell him no.

"Again up to you." He said instead. "You know better than to try anything that is really my right but that leaves a lot of room." He switched the conversation over to Carl and the plans for the dining room. Ten minutes later a very clean boy came bouncing happily into the room.

"That felt great." Eric jumped up onto the bed and like a good boy he was very careful of Adam's ribs as he snuggled up to kiss him. "But it got lonely in there all alone."

"I imagine." Adam kissed the boy's nose. "Have you decided how we are going to have Ben cum tonight?"

"Yeah." Eric looked serious then smiled at Ben. "You really don't like this milking thing do you Ben?"

"Not really." Ben sighed and looked over at Adam then back at Eric. "It's something we need and I submit to it like I'm supposed to but it's not really very fun. Maybe at first, like you know having your button rubbed is really very fun. But once Adam starts he won't stop till I dribble my cum. That means about an hour of it."

Eric swallowed deeply.

"I could barely hold out for two orgasms." Eric whispered then looked firmly at Adam. "I would like to suck him please."

Adam gave him a reassuring smile and motion his permission. Eric scrambled over and Ben's head suddenly hit the back of the headboard.

"Oh, shit is that good!" He moaned.

Adam smirked. He would not have to watch long. Ben was obviously ready to explode at any second. Which was fine.

It was also rather neat to watch Eric struggle to gulp down all of the young man's cum.

"Wow!" Ben kissed Eric fiercely when it was done. "I can't wait till I have my own boy. Thanks for sharing Adam."

"Not a problem." Adam patted his chest and Eric curled back into position. "Now let's catch some sleep, this rib is still killing me."

The next day was more of the same but Adam insisted that the contractors get back to work. He also used his enforced rest to make quiet a few phone calls. Carl was being a snot and complained about the tile sample being the wrong shade. It was fixable but Adam refused to re-run the entire order for anything but original cost. Then there were the draperies Judy had taken to the local dry cleaners. Ruined. Some idiot had just run them through a normal washing machine and Judy was almost in tears when she saw showed him the results. Another phone call, this one ending in a raised voice and Ben calling Doug. Idiots.

More fun was listening to his electrician/foreman Andy and his commentary on local politics and gossip. Symanski was still out mouthing off but had suddenly decided to take his re-election campaign more seriously than his vendetta with Adam. Which was fine. Plus the school board was now in a very nasty fight with the elementary school principal about tenure and contract limitations. Andy was also miffed that the electric to the carriage house was on but had never been checked and insisted on running new wire before the carpenters touched a thing.

Ben called Lew in Thailand and came back with a big grin and a firm commitment that there was a box on its way due to arrive within 24 hours.

"Lew e-mailed me some pics of the finished design." Ben said happily. "You are going to be very happy and little Eric is going to be crying his eyes out very soon."

Adam glanced at the clock. It was almost ten and Eric was busy cleaning some of the smaller brush around the side of the carriage house. It was hot sweaty work and was doing exactly what it was intended to do.

"Running a bit later than I thought." Adam smirked and Ben rolled his eyes. Adam had slipped a rather large dose in the boy's juice at breakfast.

Sure enough about ten minutes later his boy was rushing into the upstairs bathroom and did not come out for almost twenty minutes.

"I think I'm sick." Eric looked drained as he came in holding his butt plug. "I had to poop real bad and it never seemed to stop."

"I see." Adam hid his smile. "All done now though?"

"Yeah, there can't be anything left after that." Eric walked over to the bed.