Howdy Doody

The Program I

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Ward of the State

Chapters 7-8

Chapter Seven

"What are you doing?" Alex looked over to him and asked.

"I just wanted to make sure it was all still real," he said to his friend. Alex understood: he too was a Ward of the State.

Morning showers back at the unit were more active than normal because it was their first day at school. Michael came in with Conner and Mark and Michael was not so foolish as to leave Mark basically alone again. The caretaker had both boys lie down on the mats and split his attention between the two as he washed them. Michael learned that there were two new boys on the unit who had been ringed, Jimmy was one of them and his room mate was the other. Michael shook his head. He concluded that if Mickey Mantle or Joe Nameth were boy lovers they'd have a line of 500 boys a night standing by their bed with their pants down around their ankles with their dicks out being presented. Nice thought Michael said to himself. Coach now had a full hutch; it was all fun and games from that point forward for him.

Mr. Bill came in and sat down next to Michael and laid Sean head down on a mat in front of him and picking up Sean's leg, took the boy's diaper off with his other hand. Conner looked over to Sean's genitals that were stone white.

"What's that?" Conner asked the teacher.

Mr. Bill looked down at Sean's balls and told Conner, "that's Desitan, it's for diaper rash."

Mr. Bill then poured some liquid soap on Sean and began washing him. Conner reached over to Sean and put his finger on Sean's balls and got some of the thick white cream on it. Then he felt it between two fingers and smelled it.

"Whew," he said. "it smells like fish."

"Yes, it does, but it does the job and keeps the baby from getting a rash," Mr. Bill said to Conner.

Conner didn't say anything, but he looked down at Sean. The boy was bigger than he was! Sean didn't say anything either but he didn't look too happy.

Showers ended with Jimmy showing Michael his ring. Jimmy was very proud of the ring and the size of his boner made that very clear. Michael gave Jimmy a hug and whispered into his ear: "And you're still not gay." Jimmy smiled and went back to Coach. Jimmy's first night with Coach was two days previous. He was very happy to be with boys who were much closer to his age than the boys in Michael's dorm. At 14 he was the oldest but the others in his dorm were no younger than 12 and all were interested in sports; he could relate to them really well. Coach was a really great guy as far as Jimmy was concerned, and was extremely knowledgeable when it came to baseball and football. The caretaker reminded Jimmy of his father before the shit hit the fan and Jimmy looked up to him. Michael was a really nice guy, but someone who was not going to be throwing him any footballs anytime soon. Jimmy didn't think Michael knew what a football was.

There were four other boys in Jimmy's dorm and that first night two of them slept in with Coach which left three boys in their room in two double beds. After showers, the two boys who were in the dorm from the beginning moved the two double beds together. The room now had one very big bed in it. When bed time came, the two boys got in together on the right side and Jimmy took the left. Coach came in and said goodnight to the boys and turned out the lights.

"Did you sleep with Michael yet?" 13 year old Frank asked Jimmy.

"No, Michael has two boys who are sick that are sleeping with him," Jimmy told the boy.

"So you haven't been doing it yet?" he asked Jimmy.

"Doing what?" Jimmy asked.

The boy took off the sheet wrapped around him and got up on his knees facing Jimmy. He had a 3½ inch [9 cm] stiffy staring straight at Jimmy and took it in his hand pointing it at the boy.

"Getting fucked!" he said.

The other boy with them laughed as he too got out from underneath the sheet and sported a rod only slightly smaller than his friend.

"I'm not gay!" Jimmy said to the boys.

"So what, you don't have to be gay to fuck," the smaller boy whose name was Richard said and rolled over to Frank.

Richard then took Frank's penis into his mouth.

Frank laid back down on the bed and opened his legs for he boy as he put his hands on the top of Richard's head to guide him.

"Nobody's gay here in this dorm except Daryl and he was born that way," Frank told him.

Jimmy said nothing as Richard climbed over Frank's legs and snuggled in between his legs and slid his hands underneath Frank's ass to raise his hips higher. He let go of the boy's penis when he settled in and laid his head down sideways on his friend's groin.

"You ain't never jerked off or sucked before?" he asked Jimmy.

"No, of course not!" Jimmy said.

"Bullshit!" Frank said very matter-of-factly. "You're coming just like I am, and that means you're jerking it."

"How would you know?" Jimmy asked the boy getting defensive.

"Because that's what we all do. There's no such thing in the world as a boy who don't jerk off and you fucking know it," Frank retorted. "I'll bet you had pussy last night, didn't you?"

Jimmy thought back about Mark giving him oral. Jimmy's hesitation caused the other two boys to look at each other and smile.

"You bet your ass he did," Richard said to Frank and took back his buddies penis with a suck like it was a piece of spaghetti. Frank put his hands back on the top of Richard's head. Jimmy figured Frank didn't want the boy to stop for awhile. As the boy's lips dropped to his friend's groin, Jimmy watched as the boy's balls climbed up his scrotum and pinned themselves against his groin. Jimmy knew from jerking himself off that Frank was getting extremely interested in his friend's attention. Frank lifted his ass off the bed and slid a pillow under his ass. Now Richard could suck as deep as he wanted to.

"How fast can you jerk off?" Frank asked Jimmy as his head went back to his other pillow. "I can jerk off in two minutes flat!"

Jimmy's head was swimming a little. His dick was also rising. A year earlier in Boy Scout camp, Jimmy and three friends had a circle jerk after the scoutmaster showed the boys a bunch of pictures of himself with a woman who was giving the scoutmaster oral and Jimmy's mind flashed back to that scene.

"Come over here and I'll show you how," he told Jimmy.

"I don't think so," Jimmy said to the boy who was now holding his hand out.

Frank looked down at Jimmy's rising boner.

"You say no, but your dick is saying yes," he giggled.

Richard looked up leaving Frank's penis wet with saliva and a deep shade of pink.

"It sure is," he said as he went back to his suckling.

"Every boy in this dorm is now getting pussy except you and your dick is ready to party," Frank said.

Jimmy looked into Coach's room. The two boys in Coach's bed were doing 69. Coach was on the other side and Jimmy didn't know what he was doing.

"If you don't like it, I'll stop OK?" Frank told Jimmy "nobody around here is going to say anything about it, we're all doing the same thing," he told Jimmy.

Jimmy couldn't argue with that fact, every time he turned around, someone was getting fucked in one way or the other around him. On the outside he wouldn't have considered it, now his penis was running the show and it wanted to be made very happy, very fast!

Jimmy moved himself closer and the boy wrapped his hand around Jimmy's penis and started to stroke him very slowly.

"Lay down and I'll show you how it feels to fuck a girl."

Well, Jimmy thought that didn't sound very gay to him. Jimmy put his head down by the foot of the bed. Jimmy watched as the boy next to him moved his head up and down on Franks penis and he watched as it slid in and out of the boy's mouth. The boy went from the groin to the very top of Frank's head before he reversed the movement and allowed the boy's head to penetrate back through his lips again. Jimmy felt the way he did when he was sitting in the tub watching his mother slide her fingers along his sister's vagina and bury themselves between her pussy. As her fingers disappeared, his only saving grace was the fact that his boner was hidden from view by soap suds. A lot of fucking soap suds! Jimmy's head was getting tight and his hearing seemed to drop an octave or two. Something in Jimmy's brain was saying 'Fuck' and Jimmy was listening to his brain.

Frank stopped stroking Jimmy's penis and moved his head over Jimmy's stomach and pulled Jimmy's foreskin down as far as he could and licked all around the boys head rim in a slow circular motion. Jimmy was ready to do whatever he was asked to do. Frank slowly sunk down onto Jimmy's shaft until the end of Jimmy's penis struck the back of Frank's mouth and then Frank's tongue took long sliding motions up and down the bottom of Jimmy's shaft. Jimmy could feel the boy's tongue depress his urethra as he rose and fell with his head. Jimmy had no clue how the boy got him so hot so fast. Richard released Frank's penis and rolled away from Jimmy and out from between Frank's legs. Frank rolled his body up facing Jimmy and his dick and balls were now inches from Jimmy's face. Jimmy stared as the boy's penis twitched every few seconds and the head of the penis seemed to get bigger and smaller with the twitches. Jimmy moved his head forward and took the boy in very slowly.

"He's almost ready to shoot, so you won't have to wait long," Richard said.

Jimmy understood 'shoot' to mean that the boy he was sucking on was going to come in his mouth. With the Boy Scouts, they did a circle jerk and scum flew on each other, but nobody swallowed anything. Now, it was different, both boys were going to be coming and both boys were going to be swallowing. Jimmy couldn't stop what he was doing even if his mother walked into the room again. He was well past the point of no return and he knew it.

Jimmy came before Frank did and felt the boy swallowing as Frank drew every drop he could from Jimmy's dick. Within a few seconds, Jimmy felt Frank's urethra filling and Frank's body stiffened straight out and plunged his penis as far into Jimmy's mouth as he could as the boy came in waves of wet pleasure. Jimmy swallowed his first orgasm as fast as Frank could deliver it. Jimmy wasn't really sure what the other boy tasted like, he was very busy concentrating on emptying every possible drop of his own seed into his partner's mouth and the boy was sucking as fast and hard as he was swallowing. Jimmy had a few wet dreams growing up; this feeling now was real close. If Jimmy was watching two boys do this, he knew he would probably have been disgusted. But he wasn't an uninterested bystander; he was irrevocably involved and thoroughly enjoying himself.

When Jimmy recovered enough to get up and reverse himself on the bed, he noticed that the other boy was missing.

"Where's Richard?" Jimmy asked.

"He went to sleep with Coach," Frank told him. "Coach really knows how to fuck!" Frank told Jimmy.

Jimmy's new friend pulled up the sheet and comforter and lay back down. He moved his hands over to Jimmy and pulled him backwards into his lap. Jimmy felt the boy's soft penis now laying in his butt crack. It was soft, but it was still twitching now and then. The boy wrapped his arms around Jimmy's waist and took his penis into his hands and just held him tight up against Jimmy's groin.

"Doing pussy is even better than getting your dick sucked," the boy said to Jimmy, "but we can do that in the morning if you want to."

The boy's legs opened Jimmy's legs and the boy snuggled into Jimmy's ass as far as he could go.

"Did you like it when we sucked each other off?" Frank asked Jimmy.

"It's almost like fucking a girl, but it's different because they don't have a tongue down there!" Jimmy told his new buddy.

"You've fucked a girl before?" Frank asked very interested.

Jimmy didn't want to give out any details. He simply said "Yes."

"Cool!" Frank told him.

Jimmy felt the boy's penis sitting on top of his anus, but Frank made no move to try to enter Jimmy, he had shot his load and he was going to go to sleep.

"Don't worry about the gay bullshit," Frank said to Jimmy as he wrapped Jimmy's balls into his hand and cupped his stomach with the other. "Fucking is fucking no matter who you're with."

Both boys fell asleep within minutes. Jimmy slept like a log. Jimmy dreamed he was being sucked on that night by his little sister. He awoke just as he climaxed once again into Richard's mouth. It was morning and Jimmy had a four boy audience standing around his bed. Coach came in and smiled down on Jimmy and Richard as Richard was finishing his chore.

"Sorry to stop the party, but showers await gentlemen."

Jimmy was now one of the gang and very much liked the feeling.

The following night Jimmy slept with Coach along with all four of the other boys in Coaches dorm. All but Jimmy and Richard had been ringed by Coach, and everybody in the dorm knew that the both of them would be fucked before the night was out. Coach knew that both boys were active with each other, and there was little sense in wasting time. The four little boners on the boys all afternoon told Jimmy what they were expecting. Jimmy's dick made it five.

Shower time brought one new change for Jimmy, both he and Richard were both given an enema by Coach. This was not unusual on the unit, Jimmy had seen many boys given enemas by their caretakers in previous days and now he knew why. Thinking back, the boys given enemas the previous night had rings on the next morning. It was now Jimmy's turn and halfway through the enema Jimmy's dick realized it. The enema also brought back memories for Jimmy. His mother gave him and his sister enemas every Saturday night. He didn't mind very much because his mother always told him that getting a stiff penis was caused by the water pressure of the enema and it was OK to get one. Jimmy had license to think about fucking his sister without his mom knowing what was going on. Jimmy learned to love Saturday night baths and his little sister loved the floor show.

After showers on Jimmy's second night, the boys in Coaches dorm usually watched TV for a while, and then went to bed at 8:00. This night, they had more important things to do. One by one from the showers, the boys came in and got into Coaches bed. Coach came in with the last boy named Daryl and he put the boy down who promptly scooted into bed alongside his friends. Coach then removed his jock strap that he usually wore in the shower and dried himself off. Jimmy had seen the man's penis before, but not quite this close up. Coach was standing two feet [60 cm] away from him.

Coach was a very large man. He weighed close to 210 pounds [95 kg] and didn't have a spot of fat on him. He also had the biggest set of genitals on the unit. His penis was about 7 or 8 inches [18-20 cm] long, but it was probably his thickness that made that look even bigger. Michael and the others were about 1½ to maybe 2 inches [4-5 cm] thick. Coach was easily 3½ inches [9 cm] thick. He didn't have a penis Jimmy thought, more like a very big stick that stood almost straight up from the man's groin. His testicles were easily two to three times the size of Michael's or any other caretaker on the unit and they hung down from his huge sack four to five inches [10-12 cm] down his leg. The head of his penis was huge compared to the others, and it was a little fatter than his shaft. Coach was hung like a horse! Jimmy remembered his brother having pussy with him and it wasn't all that bad, but his brother was easily half the size Coach was. Jimmy began to wonder if he should go back to Michael's dorm.

Jimmy watched as Coach dried himself, and noticed a bead of clear liquid that was coming down from Coaches penis and hanging towards the floor. He also watched as the man's balls moved around his sack like bowling balls These were the biggest set of balls that Jimmy ever saw on any man; they made Jimmy's father look like a baby he thought to himself. Jimmy didn't know why but he wanted to hold Coaches balls in his hands to see what they felt like. He wasn't gay, so why did he think of that? He remembered as a little boy in the shower with his dad reaching up and touching his dad's balls. His father slapped his hand away and spanked him for being 'dirty'. How could he be 'dirty' in a shower? It bothered him.

Dried off, Coach turned off the light and got in between Jimmy and Richard. Coach laid his head down on the pillow and turned Jimmy around and pulled the boy into his chest just as Frank did the night before. Coach's penis sat in his crack, but unlike the night before, this penis went almost up to Jimmy's waist as it sat squashed between the two of them. Jimmy felt the heat of the caretaker's penis that flexed now and then against the boy's anus.

"I want to show you how to make love Jimmy, are you ready?" Coach asked the boy.

"Does that mean you're going to do it with me?" Jimmy asked the caretaker.

"Yes, but only if you agree."

"Will it hurt?" Jimmy asked.

"If it does, you say stop and we'll stop," his caretaker said.

Jimmy nodded his consent.

"Daryl," Coach said, "flip for Jimmy."

With that Daryl turned himself around and took Jimmy's penis in his hand and licked the head of Jimmy's penis until Jimmy started supplying precum to the boys tongue. Then he took Jimmy into his mouth. The boy then moved his hips to Jimmy's face. Coach reached around and took Daryl's penis in his hand and moved Jimmy's head forward putting the boy's penis in Jimmy's mouth.

"Just like last night Jimmy, no different. Sucking on your partner is something they expect from you. When you get married, your wife will suck on you and you will suck on her pussy. It's all part of making love," Coach said to the boy.

Coach reached down and placed his penis between Jimmy's legs and painted the boy's anus with precum that was flowing out and all over Jimmy's ass and onto the bed.

"I'm too big for you to take in all of me; you decide how much is enough," Coach said to the boy and he pressed the head of his penis through the wall of the boy's sphincter muscle and left the head sitting just inside the boy's rectum. Jimmy remembered when his older brother fucked him. He bent Jimmy over and stuck it in as fast and as hard as he could. Coach was a hell of a lot bigger than his brother, but a whole lot gentler. He also had just had the enema and Coach had put some stuff from a tube on and in Jimmy's anus. Once Coaches head entered, Jimmy's anus closed tight back against the man's head and held it like a butt plug. Jimmy could feel it pulsing inside him which made his anus react in spasms.

"Take your time, you will allow me to enter when your body feels it's OK. There's no hurry Jimmy."

Daryl was slowly sucking on Jimmy's penis and Jimmy once again realized the boy was there. He had stopped sucking on Daryl when Coach entered him, but now Jimmy was again feeling the pressure build up in his penis. The other three boys sat Indian style on the bed and watched as Jimmy started to slowly back up into the caretaker's stomach.

"Push out and I will come in easier," Coach said.

Richard decided it was time to jerk off and was soon joined by the other boys. Coach knew the boy wasn't going to take him in all the way and put his hand around the base of his throbbing penis. He began stroking it which moved his head in with each upward stroke. At about five inches [12½' cm], Jimmy thought his ass was going to explode and Coach went no further in, but continued to stroke his penis that was half way in the boy.

"OK Daryl," Coach said and Daryl increased his sucking and drew his tongue up and down Jimmy's shaft. In minutes, Coach didn't need to be told that Jimmy was about to orgasm and he stroked to achieve his own orgasm.

Jimmy came just after Coach pumped all his nectar into Jimmy and Jimmy thought he was being given an enema by his mother again. This wasn't like the orgasm he felt from his brother: this was a bath in hot semen. It seemed to Jimmy that every time the man moved inward, another hot bath flowed into the boy. Coach had balls the size of plums, and they pumped fluid that was easily four or five times what Michael or any of the other caretakers could produce. Even Coaches wife had problems containing all of Coaches semen and his dick for that matter. Jimmy felt the rush of Daryl's dry orgasm and laid back on his pillow panting for breath. He was soaked in sweat and practically dizzy. Coach's penis was now drenched in his come and was going soft as Coach moved his hips slowly forward which caused his penis to enter the boy further. Jimmy felt the building pressure, but it was eased greatly by the man's softening penis which worked its way around the turns and curves deep within the boy. Coach was able to fully penetrate the child up to his balls as his dick went completely soft. It could go no further and Coach felt his balls resting on Jimmy's. Coach bathed in the feeling that only those who have been there can know.

"Holy shit Coach, it's gone!" said one of Jimmy's dorm mates looking down between the man's legs.

Coach smiled. The night was only half over and he would deflower the last of the boys before 11:00. Finally when Jimmy's breathing went down, Coach very slowly withdrew and Jimmy felt the trickle of semen coming out his anus and down his thigh. Jimmy was ringed. Coach turned Jimmy towards him and held the boy's face in his huge hands. Jimmy received his first French kiss from Coach; it would be far from the last.

"I'm thirsty!" Jimmy said when Coach finally let go of the boy's tongue.

Daryl bounced out of the bed and went out to the kitchen for water holding a cherry red penis in his hands as he marched through the TV room. The other boys in the TV room knew they were going to be looking at new rings in the morning.

Daryl came back into the dorm and gave Jimmy some water. As Jimmy finished the water Daryl took Jimmy by the hand.

"Come on," he said "I want to sleep with you tonight."

Jimmy got up and followed the 12 year old into the double room. Daryl would take care of him through the night.

Daryl's Story

Daryl's mothers only permitted boys to be born, they had abortions when they became pregnant with girls. Daryl and all his brothers were born at home and his umbilical cord was cut with a pair of scissors and then he was circumcised by the same pair of scissors. Like all his brothers, he came into the world screaming at the top of his lungs. Daryl was luckier than one of his brothers who received a botched circumcision. His foreskin was left partially attached and when he got an erection, the foreskin pulled his penis radically to the left. His mothers thought this was very funny: they took a picture of him as a baby and tickled the boy's penis until he became erect and had the picture enlarged and hung on the bathroom wall in the apartment. His brother had to fuck sitting across his partner's lap.

Both lesbians were prostitutes who worked tending bar. Daryl lived in an apartment over the bar on State St. Daryl and his brothers began earning their living before they were out of diapers. Daryl's earliest recollections were of waking up with a new john carrying him into the bedroom almost nightly. Daryl and his brothers were all told by their moms that they were 'gay', which was the reasoning the mothers gave for the boys having sex with men. Daryl accepted being gay as did all his brothers.

At age 11 Daryl was busted at Sienna College soliciting two men for sex. They were police. Daryl's mothers split leaving all the boys behind. Daryl was sent to Elmira, his brothers suffered a worse fate: they were sent to Social Services and foster homes. Jail for Daryl while awaiting his court hearing was a positive development in his life; unlike most of the boys Daryl's living conditions actually improved living in jail. Anything was better than home.

Daryl would go on to become the most protected boy in The Program.

Mark and Conner's attention was diverted somewhat during the shower when two small boys from Peter's dorm decided it was time to have a circle jerk in the disguise of washing their penises. Both left the shower a few minutes before Michael, who was talking with an orderly about Aaron and Alex. When Michael and Mr. Bill arrived back in the dorm with Sean, Conner was sucking on Mark. Michael picked up Conner by his waist and turned the boy around.

"Share the joy!" he told Mark and put Conner back down on top of him with Conner giggling.

"Not a bad way to start the day!" Mr. Bill said as he trotted off with the baby. Sean was stuffed back into his diaper with all the trappings he previously enjoyed. With all the boys now out of diapers by Doc's orders, only one remained, Sean.

Breakfast of French toast, cereal and hot chocolate was very much loved by all in attendance with the possible exception of Sean. He was cradled into the mess hall by Mr. Bill who sat down to a plate in front of him and started to eat. About every third or fourth forkful, he fed Sean who was lying in his lap. In between forkfuls, he put the bottle to Sean's mouth and Sean drank. Sean was a very good, very quiet baby. Mr. Bill thought Sean was getting a little pissed. More progress he thought to himself.

Sean's day never saw his feet touch the ground. He never left Mr. Bills lap. Since he wore his toilet, he didn't even have to go to the bathroom, but he did have to get changed when he soiled and since he was in a classroom... lunch and dinner for Sean was a repeat of breakfast. Bed time came at 7:00, an hour before the big boys had to go to bed. Sean's day was over with a bottle stuck in his mouth.

The day for the rest of the unit began after breakfast when they all gathered in Mr. Bill's classroom. Their school day would be for three hours in the morning from nine to noon and then back again from 1 to 3. After school they would go to the gym for rec. and swim. The first week would be an easy one for Mr. Bill, it would be finding out what the boys did and did not know academically. Mr. Bill had two trustees to assist him and the boys were tested on every subject. By the end of the week, the average boy was one grade level below average. The new boys were typical of what he was used to seeing.

Aaron and Alex were given the same tests concerning school on the medical ward by an orderly. The tests pretty much consumed their day which was interrupted twice during the day for a massage. Both boys loved the massages, they were hooked for life.

Right after breakfast, Conner came into the ward and leaped onto the boy's bed. Aaron didn't really have to ask Conner how he was, his little friend looked like he was in Disneyworld on a vacation.

"When are you coming to the dorm?" Conner asked his friend.

Aaron wished he could say never, but knew that sooner or later it was going to happen.

"Doc thinks we can go maybe tomorrow," Aaron said.

Conner smiled. "You'll like the dorm Alex. It's really neat there. Last night we had pizza and we had a spaghetti fight!" he said practically falling off the bed.

Aaron and Alex looked at each other. They weren't sure if Conner was dealing in reality.

"That's nice," Alex said.

Conner looked around, "Where do you sleep Aaron?" he asked.

"Right here," Aaron told him as he pointed to the bed.

"But where does Alex sleep?" he asked.

"Right here," Alex pointed.

"You guys both sleep here?" he asked.

Aaron and Alex shook their heads.

"Do you do it together?" Conner asked Aaron.

"No, I can't," Aaron told his friend.

Conner lifted up the boy's smock and looked at the boy's penis.

"Oh yeah," he said.

Conner reached down and touched the clamp with a finger. It didn't hurt Aaron anymore, but having a boy sitting there touching his dick in broad daylight was something Aaron wasn't all that used to. He lowered the smock as Conner withdrew his hand. Alex now came up with a giggle for the first time in very many months.

Without skipping a beat, Conner told the boys about him and Mark earlier. Aaron blushed a bit, he didn't think he needed to know that. Besides, he damned well knew he didn't need to be thinking about any of that stuff as long as the clamp was on his dick.

"You need to keep that private between you and Mark," the boy told his little friend.

"OK," said Conner as he was being called to go to school.

He reached up to his friend and gave him a hug. Conner kissed his friend and leaped off the bed. He was gone with a "Bye," leaving Aaron and Alex trying to figure out if he got hit on the head or something. Aaron was happy because he knew Conner was well. Goofy, but well!

"Do you think he's really doing stuff?" Alex asked Aaron after Conner left.

"Probably," Aaron told his friend. "In the dorm we have to sleep together. We even have to sleep with Michael!" Aaron said.

Alex looked puzzled. He hadn't heard of any of this conversation before.

"With Michael?" Alex asked.

"Yes, all the boys sleep with the caretakers in the dorm, every one of them."

"Why?" Alex asked.

Aaron shrugged his shoulders.

"Mandatory," he said.

"Do we get to choose who we sleep with?" Alex asked.

"Yes, nobody can force us to do anything we don't want to do," Aaron told his friend.

"Like what?" Alex asked.

"Fuck." Aaron said to him point blank.

An orderly came in with school work and Aaron was happy not to have to answer any more questions from his friend. This was not the time for his dick to be getting tight, the clamp didn't like it one bit. Aaron asked the orderly for a cold washcloth.

Doc and the staff usually met every school day morning for a general meeting unless an emergency came up. Once the boys were in school, the staff gathered in the infirmary. Doc gave the caretakers involved a fast version of where the boys on the medical ward were health wise and then any special business was discussed. Sean hit the top of the list.

"What's Bill up to Michael?" Doc asked, "he's ordered enough Desitan and powder to run a maternity ward!"

Michael filled Doc in on the 'Inner Child' theory and got more than a few chuckles from the staff. Doc chuckled too but told Michael to relay his comments on to his friend.

"He may well get the results he wants, but the boy just might go the other way too," Doc said to Michael. "There's always the possibility that the boy will in fact revert to childhood, and if he does, Bill will be cleaning shitty diapers up for a very long time to come! That boy is going to start gaining weight at a very fast clip, so tell Bill to keep a strong back handy!"

It didn't occur all that often, but there was plenty of laughter during that meeting.

"Seriously" Doc went on, "have quiet meetings with the boys in your dorms and tell them that any interaction between Bill and Sean will be completely ignored by them. Having the boy razzed will create problems we don't need."

Everyone agreed.

"On a positive note, Nathan left The Program yesterday; he will leave for New Zealand in a few days and will be starting a new life. He asked me to tell you all goodbye and thank you for all you've done for him. He's happy and he's free," Doc told the men.

'Merry Christmas Nathan,' Michael thought to himself.

Michael, you have all the boys from Danamora?" Doc asked.

"No Doc, Coach has Jimmy, I transferred him out," Michael said.

"Those fucking scumbags had those kids drinking out of toilets up there, watch them closely. If they even sneeze I want to know about it. Look for diarrhea, a runny nose, colds, or sweats. Some may be trying to purge themselves."

All the laughing stopped. When Doc cursed, there was nothing to laugh about.

"I want blood tests for parasites on the boys; get them back here after lunch."

Michael and Coach nodded and the meeting was pretty much over.

Doc's meeting with the guards that morning was a fairly intense one. Doc had a whole lot of clout with the senior members of The Program and he could stir the pot up and make things pretty uncomfortable for the rank and file if he chose to. He rarely did, but every now and then Doc blew a gasket. The toilet scene had him furious and the guards got an earful. They also got an earful about David Berkowitz.

There was never going to be an 'official' complaint filed, but the guards had their own way of filing complaints. Two weeks after David jerked off the little boy in the cell next to him, a surprise 'shake down' of his cell occurred. David had been in prison for years and his cell at Danamora looked like an old dusty library. David loved reading matter. Usually it was disguised as 'legal' papers. Legal papers are off limits to prison officials, they usually mean a prisoner has a lawyer who can file writ after writ if a prisoners legal rights are violated.

The shake down of his cell was ordered by the 'Fire Marshall' who declared that his cell and those contents constituted a fire hazard. Every single piece of paper in that cell was burned in the courtyard of the prison in 55 gallon drums that were set up for the inmates who stood out in the winter cold to watch the football games in 20 degrees below zero weather. They warmed their hands over years of Bernard's precious collection of the very best pornography the Legal Library could provide from West's Court Reporter.

After the shake down, reinforced plastic was installed along both sides of David's cell that kept his arms and hands a foot away from the cells on either side of him. Aaron was the last little boy he jerked off in Danamora.

Lunch for the boys was uneventful and Michael brought Conner, Mark and Jimmy to the infirmary for their blood tests before being brought back to school. None of the boys liked the idea, but Conner put up the most fuss. Mark wanted to know why the test was necessary since they had just given five vials of blood just a few days earlier.

"You may have been given contaminated water while you were at Danamora, and we need to check to see that everything is OK," Doc told the group.

He wasn't about to ask each boy if they stuck their heads into a toilet bowl to drink. It was repulsive to him to have to embarrass the boys that way. It took a bunch of convincing but Conner eventually held his arm still enough to let Doc take the sample he needed. All tests proved negative for contamination.

The boys returned to class and after rec it was back to the dorms. There was almost an hour before dinner and Michael was lying on his bed when Conner and Mark came in. Mark decided he would go into the living room and Conner decided he would stay with Michael.

Conner had a pretty full day between school and the blood test and lying on top of Michael, it took him about two minutes to fall dead asleep. How tightly can a man hold a sleeping child? Michael looked down on the child's face and closed his eyes and wished he had ten arms.

Michael's thoughts laying there on the bed with the little boy's breathing falling deeper and deeper into sleep was of Jimmy. It positively amazed him that Coach accomplished what he did. In Michael's mind, if he were a boy of 10 to 14 and something as big as Coach was approaching him, he would have gone off screaming in terror. What was it about athletes and sports that seemed to circumvent boys' fears so easily? Michael decided he'd have a sit down with Coach over some coffee and try to find out one of these quiet days ahead.

With dinner and showers out of the way, Michael took note of a development that usually occurred with each new group of boys: they started to ignore their underwear. With roughly half the boys now ringed, and sex becoming more and more openly displayed amongst themselves, most of the boys remained naked. That didn't bother the caretakers one bit. It was tearing down walls with the rest of the boys at lightening speed. When the boys came into the shower that night, Daryl was busy with a new 10 year old friend on the floor and it took seconds for a full blown orgy to begin. By week's end, there would be no boys without rings on the unit and work could begin in earnest for the caretakers.

Michael brought in water for Mark and himself and a shake for Conner. Conner had a surprise for Michael. The boy took the shake and poured it into a baby bottle he grabbed from the kitchen. This surprised Michael.

"Don't you think you're a little old for a bottle?" Michael said to Conner as the boy laid his head down and started sucking down the shake.

Conner shook his head.

"OK" said Michael and turned out the light.

Conner cuddled up next to him and Michael put his arm around the boy and took the bottle with his other hand and held it for the boy. Conner was asleep before half the bottle was gone. Michael would figure this out in the morning with Bill and Doc.

Aaron and Alex went to bed sometime around 8:00 with the dimming of the ward lights. Aaron was ready for bed. He was tired and ready to stretch out alongside Alex, who was also ready for sleep. He opened Aaron's legs and moved in between them and lifted up Aaron's smock uncovering Aaron's stomach and laid his head down on it. Aaron wanted to sleep without his friend on top of him and started to move and push Alex's head off to the side of him. "NO!" Alex told his friend in a very determined tone. Alex did not want to sexually engage his friend, but he wasn't going to move off him either. Aaron backed down and allowed his friend's head to lay back down on his stomach. Aaron needed to get used to the idea, Alex would be using Aaron's body for a pillow for the rest of their lives together. Alex fell asleep listening to the sounds of Aaron's stomach. He could still hear and all was right.

Mr. Bill and the baby were getting along great. At least according to Mr. Bill. Sean was stuffed and powdered as many times as Mr. Bill could manage it, whether the boy pissed or not. With the light turned out, Mr. Bill popped a bottle of shake in Sean's mouth and held it upside down until Sean finished it. Then with a kiss to the baby's forehead, he laid down with the boy wrapped in his arms. It took Sean about 15 minutes to get to sleep, he was pissed.

Morning came for Sean at about 7:00 being changed for the 4th time that night. He awoke with Mr. Bill hovering over him like a mother hen. Mr. Bill saw Sean's awakening and gave the boy a big smile, "Good morning sweetheart, did you have a nice sleepy time?" Mr. Bill asked.

Sean gave no response, but Mr. Bill wasn't waiting for one either.

"Today we're going to see about getting you a crib and a baby carriage," he told the boy with a big stupid looking grin on his face.

Sean had enough and said the magic words that Mr. Bill was waiting to hear. With very large tears now streaming down the boys face and a chest going up and down in half breaths Sean cried out "But I'm not a baby!" He then covered his face in his hands and started to bawl.

For a minute Mr. Bill thought he was going to start crying too. If he had to change one more shitty diaper, he thought he was going to puke.

"I don't understand Sean," he said to the boy. "Boys make decisions for themselves, they know what they like and don't like, they know what they want and how to get it, they smile and laugh and sometimes even cry. I never saw you do any of those things," he told the boy. "I assumed you didn't want to be a boy, I thought you wanted to be taken care of and have everything done for you like babies do!" he told Sean who was now doing more listening than crying.

Mr. Bill didn't wait for a response, he picked Sean up and held him in his lap.

"Let's do this," he said as he wiped Sean's face clear of the boy's tears. "let's start all over again from scratch and when I, or someone else, asks you a question or asks your opinion, you tell us about it. Does that sound good to you?"

The boy shook his head.

"Now say it," Mr. Bill told the boy.

"Yes it does," Sean said.

"OK, let's go get this baby stuff off you," and he stood up and put the boy down for the first time in almost three days. Sean walked into the shower by himself and even managed a small smile. The baby was no more.

Michael awoke with Conner on one side of him and Mark on the other. Conner had his body wrapped around Michael's leg and Michael reached down and pulled the boy by his armpits up on top of him and laid back waiting for Conner to become fully awake. As he did every morning, the boy awoke rocking himself awake. The little boy's hands went down to his groin and held his penis in two hands on top of Michael's stomach and Conner started rocking from side to side.

Michael felt the still sleeping boy kneading his penis with his hands as he rocked. The boy was literally fucking himself awake. After the usual 5 to 8 minutes of rocking, Conner was sweating from his head to his stomach and Michael was now getting wet from the little boy's perspiration. Michael felt the climax in Conner's penis as the rocking slowly stopped. Conner's eyes slowly opened about half a minute after he came. Michael was staring straight at him.

"Good Morning little man," he said to Conner as he kissed the boy's still sweating forehead. Conner said nothing, he just smiled back at his caretaker and pulled his hands up and wrapped them underneath Michael's shoulders. That's one hell of a way to greet a new day Michael thought to himself as he caressed the boy's back and ass. Conner felt the caretaker's hands on his ass and opened his legs. Conner clearly wanted the man to play with him, but Michael would not go there. The boy's anus was off limits until it was completely healed. Michael knew he couldn't even try for at least another four days.

Mark was awoken by Conner's rocking and watched as the boy completed his morning ritual. Mark and Conner were basically alone in the dorm and he and Conner had become a team, at least for the time being. Mark reached over Conner's leg and took Michael's dick into his hand. Michael knew what the boy wanted, but he also wanted to check up on Aaron and Alex before breakfast.

"Not right now my little sex pot, it's shower time."

Mark was disappointed.

Michael came into the shower with Mark carrying Conner and sat down next to Mr. Bill who was washing off Sean as the boy lay on the floor mat.

"Say hello to the new boy in the dorm Michael. This is Sean."

Michael took the hint. "Hello Sean, how are you?"

"Fine sir," Sean said crisply and clearly.

"Nice boy Bill, where did you find him?"

Michael joked to his friend. Sean smiled and maybe even giggled a little. Michael put Conner down on his mat and began washing Conner off. Michael always started at the most important part, and Conner's rod reached for the ceiling. It was now becoming Conner's custom to also decide to empty his bladder in the shower, something most of the boys and men did anyway, but Conner decided he would only piss while lying down. The fountain reached about two feet [60 cm] straight up and gravity brought it back down to shrieks of giggles from Conner and the rest of the smaller boys in attendance. Sean looked over to the boy and watched as Conner's fountain got closer and ended up landing on his stomach. Sean thought that was pretty funny too, and picked up a new habit to reciprocate Conner's offering. As Michael washed Conner, his penis rose to the occasion as it always did and Sean soon followed suit.

After Conner was clean, it was Mark's turn and Mark decided he would be washed sitting in Michael's lap. With ample soap (ouch) it took Mark maybe 30 seconds to find and bury Michael deep within the boy who wasn't taking no for an answer this time. As Michael washed Mark's ears, the boy emptied his caretakers well of love into his body. Michael made it a personal promise to never leave his partner unsatisfied. It reminded him of his childhood when he was used, but rarely allowed to reach his own climax. He had Mark sit back on his legs and closed the boy's eyes. Then he brought the boy to climax with an attentive Sean looking on with a boner that was causing the boy more than a little discomfort concerning the clamp on his penis. Mr. Bill got up and allowed cold water to ease the boys problem back down to a manageable level. Mr. Bill also had a problem of his own that was going to take more than cold water to cure. It had been three days since he last had sex and his mood was taking a hit. Knowing he couldn't touch Sean for at least a few more days did nothing to brighten his day.

When Mark came back down to earth, Michael and Mr. Bill went back to the dorm with three dripping wet boys and Mr. Bill's aching balls. Michael had noticed Mr. Bill's woody in the shower when Mark was in his lap and also knew that the teacher would be in class all day. Looking down at Mr. Bill while the two were walking back Michael said to his friend

"How long has it been?"

With Michael looking at his rod, Bill had no problem understanding the question.

"Three, maybe four days. I've forgotten," he told his friend.

"We'll just have to fix that," Michael said and continued to walk.

Michael put Conner down on his bed as Mr. Bill and Sean went into their room. Michael dried off Conner and put ointment on his anus then went into Bill's room.

"Sit down on the bed Bill," he told his friend and then Michael addressed the boys who had all followed him into Bill's room. "Mr. Bill has been very busy with Sean these last few days and he's ignored his own needs. Good friends don't let that happen."

With that, Michael had Bill lay down and got between his friend's legs and started sucking on Bill's penis. All three boys had seen this before and they sat down and watched with boners popping up like toast. Michael wasn't all that concerned with performing oral on his friend in front of the boys, they were going to see it sooner or later and their histories were known to the caretaker. Mark and Conner had no problem with the scene, both boys were thoroughly enjoying the action going on in front of them but Sean did. He had the Plastibell clamp around his penis and it was now being stretched to the point of being uncomfortable. He put his penis in his hand and squeezed it to try to get the pressure down a bit. It worked a little, but the clamp was becoming very tight. It took Michael no more than two or three minutes to bring Bill to orgasm and the boys sat there as Michael swallowed his friend's seed.

As with all the caretakers, Michael did not normally sexually interact with grown males. He was not homosexual and he was not attracted to adult men. Michael performed oral on his friend because that's what he needed done. He explained that to the boys as he put on a pair of shorts and they left for the ward to see Aaron and Alex. Both boys had awoken and were being washed as the group came into the ward.

Michael stopped off by another boy in the ward and sat down with him as Conner and Mark went to Aaron. Conner flew into the bed and jumped up next to Alex. He watched closely as the orderlies washed both boys. Conner was really interested in Aaron's clamp. He laid down on top of Alex and reached over to Aaron's penis.

"Does it hurt?" Conner asked Aaron as he touched the ring.

"Not if you don't play with it!" Aaron replied as he took Conner's hand back away.

"Good morning guys," Michael said as he approached, "have you seen Doc yet?"

"No Michael," Aaron said as Conner slid across Alex and landed on top of his friend. Conner wrapped his arms around Aaron's neck and hugged his friend tightly. Aaron was happy to see Conner, but also looked forward to the time when someone wasn't attached to him.

The orderly still washing Aaron dropped a wet washcloth on Conner's back which sent him into giggles as he rolled off Aaron and snuggled in between Aaron and Alex.

"Doc should be in in about an hour," an orderly told Michael as he washed Alex. "He wants to see you and the rest of the group at 9:30 this morning," the orderly continued.

Michael found that a bit unusual, Doc always wanted to meet closer to 10 or 10:30.

"Are we still on for transfer this afternoon for the boys?" Michael asked.

"As far as I know, that's Doc's plan, but you have to talk with him," the orderly said.

After about 15 minutes Michael picked up Conner. It was almost breakfast, and they had to get back.

"I'll stop in later this morning," Michael told Aaron and gave him a long kiss on the forehead.

Aaron watched as the three of them left the ward and wondered what the next few days would bring into his life. Michael was no guard; he was very kind and very gentle. Conner seemed to love him and Mark most certainly did: Literally. It was now four days since he saw a guard, the caretakers were in charge. Would the guards be coming back? Would the food be gone? Would the nightmare return? Aaron had many more questions than answers, but his only hope rested in the man with the long hair now walking out of the ward. Many of the older boys in the program knew Michael and none seemed to be afraid of him or want to keep their distance. To the contrary, he was well liked and always greeted with warmth by any boy Aaron saw around him. He concluded that he had nothing to fear from Michael.

Alex was quiet as he watched his friend watching Michael leave.

"What's Michael like?" Alex asked his friend as the orderlies finished washing and started to dress the boys laying there in their bed. Aaron laid his head back down on the pillow and thought about it for a few seconds.

"He's not like the guards; he doesn't yell or scream at you. He's the boss in the unit and the other caretakers have to listen to him," Aaron told his friend. "I've even heard the guards ask him what he thought."

"Really?" Alex asked.

Aaron nodded his head.

"What's it like on the dorm?" Alex wanted to know.

"It's not bad; it's nothing like jail in Albany. It's quiet. It's warm, there are no guards and there are no trustees, only Michael and the other caretakers who have their own kids," Aaron told his friend.

Alex sat back and thought about what his friend just said. Albany was never quiet. From the time the bell rang in the morning until the time the bell rang at night people didn't talk, they screamed at the top of their lungs. When you weren't listening to people screaming, you listened to the chains dragging and doors slamming. It could drive you absolutely crazy just being there. As for being warm, you were sweltering in summer and freezing in winter.

Albany County couldn't have its children who were incarcerated hanging themselves up, so they gave all children in jail a paper dress. You can't hang yourself with a paper dress. You can't get warm in winter in one either. Since arriving Alex saw no guards and the orderlies were the only trustees he saw. These were not Albany trustees. Albany trustees would fuck you at the earliest opportunity. The guards at Albany never saw it happen; it was a 'perk' to the trustees that was expected.

"I'm afraid," Alex finally said to his friend lying next to him.

"Michael is one of the best caretakers you could possibly get," the orderly putting him into his pajamas told Alex. "He will take care of you and you have nothing to be afraid of," he told Alex.

"Do you see that boy over there?" he said pointing to a boy about four beds down from Alex. "Ask him what he thinks about Michael, he was in Michael's dorm before you."

Alex didn't respond, he looked at the boy. Maybe he would talk to him later.

By the time Michael and his boys got back it was breakfast time and all three of them met up with Sean and Mr. Bill in the mess hall. Conner wolfed down blueberry pancakes and headed back to the counter for scrambled eggs and bacon. Walking back put a huge smile on Michael's face; Conner had a tummy on him that made him look pregnant. The huge amounts of food he was eating along with the shakes Doc had conjured up for him and the other under nourished boys were doing their job. In three months Doc would put almost 20 pounds [10 kg] on Conner.

"I got a note from Doc," Mr. Bill said to his friend as he slid the note over to him. Michael read the note. Doc wanted him to bring Daryl to the infirmary after breakfast and not send the boy to class. Sick call was always held after breakfast, but Daryl wasn't sick as far as Michael knew.

"OK," Michael said. "I'll bring him back to you when we're finished."

Breakfast was over and Mr. Bill returned to the dorm with Conner, Sean and Mark and at 9:00 they all went to school together. Michael left the mess hall for the infirmary with Daryl. Michael had read Daryl's file. The child most certainly was comfortable with being 'gay' but Michael didn't see it. Most of the time, Daryl was a typical 11 year old boy indistinguishable from the rest. However, put him in a sexual situation, he turned into a drag queen. Michael knew that either you were a drag queen or you weren't. It cannot be turned on and off. He, along with most of the caretakers, knew that Daryl was behaving as he was taught, not as he felt.

When the two reached the infirmary, a group of orderlies were there and so was Doc.

"We've got ourselves a problem here and there's only one way to cure it," Doc told Michael and the boy. "There's no record whatsoever of Daryl receiving any of his shots since he was born. Not one."

Daryl was never vaccinated, he never received immunizations of any kind and the situation could not continue.

"It's going to take six months to get him up to speed on his shots, and it has to begin this morning," Doc said to Michael.

"Daryl, shots are never fun and you've got a bunch we're going to have to give you today," Doc told the boy who was looking really unhappy. "Just tapping your arm or butt won't really work this time, so I'm going to give you your first shot that will make the area numb for you so it won't hurt."

Doc lifted Daryl onto his lap and told him that he would give him a tap on the butt for the first shot and gave the boy a shot of Novacane. Then he did the same thing to Daryl's upper arm. "It will take about five minutes for the shot to make the area numb. You tell me when you no longer feel me pinching you OK?"

Daryl nodded as Doc laid the boy face down on a gurney and a cart full of needles were wheeled close to the bed out of his sight. Michael stayed up by the boy's head and massaged his back. Michael hated and feared needles with a passion, he felt horrible for the boy. The Novacane worked and the boy's first shots were the only two he felt. Michael never turned around to watch. The needles took their toll and for almost a week it looked like someone was using Daryl's upper arm and ass cheek for a punching bag. He was black and blue, then green, then yellow.

Doc told the orderlies to put Daryl on the ward next to Aaron and Alex until lunchtime. Michael and the caretakers then held a meeting in the infirmary with Doc.

"Basically, what we have on our hands is a blank sheet of paper," Doc said to the caretakers as he held up Daryl's medical and personal history file. "We know what we've done with him, but that's it. The boy on paper doesn't exist. No birth certificate, no immunization records, no social security number, no home address, no nothing! We're going to have to fill in the blanks right now beginning with his birth date!"

What began as a very serious discussion evolved into a joke on Albany.

The team decided he was born on Christmas day in the town of Bethlehem. He was born at home and his mother's name was Mary and his father's name was Joseph. His last name was the last name of an astronaut who had just circled the globe. He was jewish. His father was a carpenter. He lived on Rockefeller Rd. (In honor of the Governor of the State of New York.)

He was 11 years old and his middle name was Christian. Some of the caretakers opted for Jesus, but Doc figured that would be stretching it a bit.

Albany never blinked an eyelash! This is what the paper said; it had to be true.

With that information Doc received a Birth Certificate, a Social Security number, a Record of Immunizations (pre dated of course) and a United States Government Passport. When Daryl left the program he had all the documentation he needed to start life anew. Don't you just love bureaucracies!

Chapter Eight

"The boy presents himself as being gay," Michael said to Doc. "but I don't see it. Do you?"

Doc sat back in his chair and marveled at Michael's powers of observation. Most people would read Daryl's story and observe the boy fucking his little brains out and come to the conclusion that the boy was homosexual, end of story. Put him in The Program, let him fuck for two years and then send him off with a boy friend to live happily ever after. Michael somehow didn't buy it, and it wasn't true. "Do no harm!" Doc repeated to himself for the ten thousandth time and spoke to Michael.

"No, I would bet my last dollar that Daryl isn't homosexual, but that's today. What he is a year or two from now will be a different story," Doc told his friend. "The problem is that Daryl was raised by two sadistic bull dykes. That's a recipe for disaster for any boy," Doc went on, "he's trying to prove them right, he's trying to live up to their expectations of him. He's been told from day one that he's a fag; therefore, he's being one. It's that simple."

Michael thought back to his own childhood. If only some asshole in Albany somewhere sat down and had this discussion about him, would he be where he was? Water under the bridge he said to himself, what do we now do about Daryl?

"Jason is a psychology major who has worked with boys concerning gender identity; I think we should let him mentor Daryl," Doc said to Michael.

"He's Coaches boy. What's Coach going to say about that?" Michael asked.

"I think Coach will do what's right for the boy and I think he'll see the merit in the proposal."

Michael thought about it for a minute. Coach had four Sport rats and a drag queen on his hands. Yeah, he probably would let Daryl be mentored.

"Let's get together with Coach," Michael said to Doc and the meeting was ended.

After the Immaculate Conception of Daryl, Michael returned to the ward to pick up the boy. The orderlies had been there about a half hour earlier giving a massage to the boys and all three were sound asleep. Waking Daryl up seemed pointless since the boy would hardly be in a position to sit on a chair in school.

"Let's just leave him here for the afternoon; I'll pick all three of them up before dinner," Michael told the orderly.

"No problem Michael," the orderly told him and Michael returned to Mr. Bill's class to let him know the plan.

With all five of Coaches boys ringed, the caretaker went back to his routine which was to do the dorm laundry and straighten it up and then go to the gym. Coach was in charge of physical fitness and the 'senior boys' would be in the gym either swimming or participating in rec. Coach loved this part of the day because it not only kept him in good physical condition, it kept him in contact with boys who were in The Program for 3 to 24 months. These were the 'graduates' who were already trained and doing their jobs out in the field.

A few of them Coach had ringed as 'junior boys' and they had a long term relationship together. Senior boys were not allowed to engage with junior boys until their education was complete after 90 days. No such prohibition existed between them and staff however, and going to the gym was always a whole lot of fun for boys and staff alike, especially in the mornings and early afternoons when no junior boys were present.

All his life up until the time Coach was jailed for porn possession, he never even attempted to have intimacy with a boy. Now, he had absolutely nothing to lose. He had lost everything that meant anything to him and by societies standards he was a fucking pervert. So be it! Like Gramps, he said "Fuck it," and proceeded to do exactly that. In the meantime when he wasn't in the pool or in the Jacuzzi with a favored boy, he was teaching them boxing, karate, judo, wrestling and gymnastics. By the time a boy graduated the program, most could take care of themselves extremely well. Also by the time the boys left the program, they were intricately involved with the caretakers of the program, especially the caretaker who had them as junior boys and ringed them. Throughout their stay in The Program, their original caretaker usually remained as the boys mentor and guardian.

As the week progressed, the job for both Peter and Gramps had become easier. It was their responsibility to ring the boys in their care and barriers were being torn down by the boys themselves. The most difficult of the boys would be those who really didn't belong there in the first place. But that decision was out of the caretakers hands. The boys were there, and they were going to be ringed and assimilated into The Program.

Peter had three boys who were not yet ringed, all were either anal tears or Bris boys. Likewise, Gramps had two boys not yet ringed, both for medical reasons. Michael had three, Aaron, Alex and Conner, all also medical holdouts. Sean was the only other boy not yet ringed, and he was also a Bris boy. Mr. Bill would ring him, they would become attached. Within three to five days, all the boys would be ringed. The caretakers knew that.

Aaron and Alex awoke from their morning nap just before lunch and Daryl followed right behind them. Daryl was pretty much an unknown to both Aaron and Alex and they were more than a bit leery of the boy. Alex had remembered what the orderly had said to him earlier in the day, and he wanted to talk to the boy who knew Michael. He had a lot of questions about the caretaker and so after lunch he convinced Aaron to go over to the boy and try to get some answers.

The boy's name was Jeffrey and he was in Michael's dorm as a junior boy six months earlier. He was now fully engaged in The Program, and had been working with clients for the past three months. He was in the ward due to the flu, and he would be back on Long Island as soon as Doc released him. The orderly had told Jeffrey about Alex having questions, so Jeffrey knew what was coming when the two boys sat down on his bed.

"Michael is probably the nicest and best caretaker in The Program," Jeffrey began telling the boys. "but that doesn't really mean anything."

"What do you mean?" Alex asked. "Well, if you ask any boy which caretaker is the best, they're all going to tell you that theirs was, so it really doesn't prove anything!"

"The same thing is going to happen with any one of them, and they will all be very nice," Jeffrey told a confused Alex. "See this ring?" Jeffrey said holding up his hand. "Michael will put one on the both of you and then you'll start learning all about The Program and how to get out of here!"

Aaron looked at Jeffrey's finger. More than half the boys in the dorm now had one on. Every single boy he saw in the ward had one on.

"I'm going to get a ring when Michael fucks me?" Aaron asked Jeffrey straight up.

"Yes," Jeffrey replied.

Alex was stunned. He had been on the ward since his arrival. He never heard any of this before this.

"Fucked?" Alex asked Aaron.

At this point Daryl came over and joined the trio sitting on the bed. Alex noticed the ring on Daryl's finger.

"Where did you get that?" he asked the boy.

Daryl looked at the ring that Alex was pointing at. "From Coach," he told Alex.

"How come?" Alex asked him hoping to hear a good answer.

"We made love together!" Daryl said to Alex with a smile on his face.

This was not the answer Alex was hoping to hear. He fell silent.

"Michael says we don't have to do anything with him unless we want to, isn't that right?" Aaron now asked Jeffrey.

"None of the caretakers will force you to have sex with them, but nobody ever says no; you will sleep with them until you agree to let them fuck you, it always happens," Jeffrey told the boys.

Both Aaron and Alex were very quiet. Aaron wondered if the nightmare was about to resume. Before either boy could muster another question, Jeffrey interjected. "Once you do agree, you're on your way out of here!"

Alex looked up.

"What do you mean? I have to be here for six years!" he told the boy sitting across the bed from him.

Jeffrey shook his head.

"You'll be here for two years and then you're out."

Aaron and Alex looked at each other.

"But the judge said..."

Jeffrey stopped Aaron in mid sentence.

"Fuck the judge; he doesn't matter to us anymore. He doesn't run The Program and he's not here!" Jeffrey continued. "Nathan just left the other day; he was in for seven years. He's out of here in two years and on a plane somewhere!"

"Nathan?" Alex asked.

"Yep, just ask Doc or any trustee, he's outta here!"

"But how?" Aaron wanted to know.

"Right now, you're in school and you will be for the next three months. All new boys are junior boys, and you'll be taught how to behave in The Program and then you'll be sent to a different place to take care of the clients. In two years you get out and start a new life."

"What is this 'Program' you keep talking about?" Alex asked, getting more than a bit pissed off.

"If you're not in The Program, you'll sit in real prison for the next five or six or seven years. If you are in The Program, you're going to fuck your way out," Jeffrey said as he sat back on his pillow. He knew this news was going to take some time to absorb.

"Real prison means you're still going to get fucked, but for one hell of a lot longer and harder!" he said after a long silence.

"How can they do this? I was sent to jail for sex!" Alex pleaded with the boy sitting next to him.

"Alex, I've been in The Program now for three months. I've flown all over the place in planes, I've been on big yachts, I've been to huge houses, and I've eaten the best food of my life. If I'm going to be in jail, I'd rather be here than living next door in the General Population. I've seen how those kids next door live. They live like animals!"

General Population was a known term to all three of the junior boys sitting on that bed. It meant you were in the middle of the meat grinder slowly being swallowed by events around you. General Population was synonymous with the plague. It was avoided at all costs.

Aaron and Alex both thought about the food, the sheets, the blankets, the showers, the heat, the lack of ear splitting banging constantly. They had a choice, fuck or get fucked!

"What are you talking about planes, and boats and big houses?" Aaron finally asked Jeffrey.

"The people in The Program who fuck us are rich; very, very rich!" Jeffrey told the two boys. "When we leave The Program we get some of that money too!" he told the boys.

"Who told you that?" Aaron wanted to know.

"Nathan," Jeffrey answered.

"He left here with a pile of money and he's going to another country right now."

"What other country?" Aaron asked.

"I don't know, but I bet Doc knows," he replied.

Alex shook his head no. "I'm not so sure about that, Doc doesn't know his daughter is a boy!" he said to Aaron.

Jeffrey's back stiffened.

"If you have any brains at all, you'll never talk about Patty again!"

The look on Jeffrey's face told Alex to drop the quip. Aaron had no clue what the fuck was going on. Who's Patty? What boy? Daughter?

"I'm tired!" Jeffery said and got off the bed and looked down at the boys. The meeting was over. This was the second time a boy became very defensive when discussing Patty. Alex knew enough to drop the subject.

Just as the boys returned to their beds the orderly came in with afternoon meds and checked Aaron's clamp. It was coming loose from three sides and would probably be off in a day the orderly told Aaron. He put some ointment on the clamp and dropped the boy's smock back down.

Aaron and Alex had a whole lot to think about for the next few hours. They were the central attraction in a brothel and didn't have a clue how they got there. Michael would be picking them up before long and then they would join him in bed sooner or later. Aaron thought about seeing Michael with Mark in bed. Alex thought about his stepfather. Daryl thought about the icecream that was on its way down the ward.

Morning classes were finished and there was about 15 minutes between class and lunch and Mr. Bill returned to his room with Sean. What was needed between Mr. Bill and Sean was bonding, and nothing bonds like personal contact. If Sean was going to attach, it would take close and personal touch. Mr. Bill took out a pair of nail clippers, some clear nail polish, some baby oil and Q-tips and sat down in his rocker and had Sean sit chest to chest in his lap. Mr. Bill began with Sean's ears that were as clean as a baby's ass to begin with, but the purpose had nothing to do with Sean's cleanliness or his body; Mr. Bill was working on his mind.

"While were waiting for lunch, let's get you cleaned up little man. This has nothing to do with being a baby, cleaning out ears is tough when you can't see what you're doing!" he said to Sean as he laid the boy's head sideways on his shoulder and dipped a Q-tip in baby oil.

Sean was at ease, he wasn't being reverted back to the carriage stage; and he did like the man whose stomach he was now sitting on top of. Mr. Bill took about five minutes to 'clean' Sean's left ear, and then turned the boy's head around to the other shoulder and took another five for the right ear. It really wasn't a cleaning, it was a massage. Nobody could even guess which one liked having it done more. Mr. Bill then picked up his legs off the floor and propped them up on the foot rest and Sean was laid back onto his legs and the boy's foot was picked up and laid on top of Mr. Bill's chest. Cutting the boy's toenails, Mr. Bill then put on the clear polish, "So that the nails won't split!" Mr. Bill told Sean. Sean did no complaining as the next foot and the hands were then done one by one. Mr. Bill was very careful not to say anything. This was not the time for conversation, this was the time to sit back and enjoy the attention. Sean clearly lapped it up.

The last item on the list was Sean's Plastibell clamp. It was hanging very lose and would be off in less than a day without intervention. Tomorrow mornings bladder erection would most probably take care of the situation all by itself, but that would be an unseen pity in Mr. Bill's mind. It was going to take an erection to get it off, so, Q-tip to the rescue! Mr. Bill dipped the Q-tip in the oil and swirled it around the head of Sean's penis slowly. He coated the top of the clamp with the oil, but the object of his intentions was around the rim of the boy's penis, between the clamp and his head. As intently as he watched the 'cleaning', so did Sean. With each slow turn around the boy's penis, the clamp got tighter and the erection got larger.

"It's ready to come off Sean, are you OK with that?" Mr. Bill said to the boy.

Sean nodded his head yes. Sean's penis head was beet red and his shaft was moving to his heartbeat as Mr. Bill lowered the boy's upper body down on his legs and took the boy's penis into his mouth. The clamp was loose, but still held on by a thin piece of foreskin. Before he tackled the clamp, the teacher wanted to taste the splendor of the boy who now swelled in his mouth. He dropped his lips to the boy's groin and savored the moment as his tongue held the child's penis in its fold. He very gently sucked on the boy's shaft as the clamp rode up and down only slightly so as not to cause the boy harm. As much as a he did not want to, the teacher lifted his head and swirled his tongue around the boys head both to loosing the clamp free and to keep the boy from loosing his erection. The clamp hung by the smallest of threads to Sean's penis as his teacher pulled the clamp free with his lips and immediately began to massage the clamped area with his tongue to lessen the sting on the boy's shaft. There was no reaction from Sean to the clamp's release, and his teacher knew that he was now free to swallow every possible inch of the boy's magnificent cock.

With the clamp now free of Sean's penis, it would expand without pain. Sean came for the first time in over two weeks and his teacher was supplying the pleasure to him and his body. When Sean had sex with his uncle, only the uncle's needs were ever met, never Sean's. The boy was always left unfulfilled and had to masturbate himself after the fact. Now, there was a difference Sean realized. His teacher met his needs first.

Mr. Bill pulled the boy up and repositioned him to his lap. He wanted to just hold the boy very tightly in his arms. Sean wanted to give himself to the man who just made him very happy for the first time in almost eight years. When he had sex with his uncle, he would always be face down across the bed or bending over a chair. Now, he had seen Mark and some of the other boys sitting on the floor in the showers and that position appeared to Sean to be so much more tender and sensual. Watching Mark kiss Michael while having sex was something Sean didn't even think about concerning his uncle. His uncle never kissed him. He never said anything kind to him. He just fucked him. Sean wanted to give himself to his teacher the new way.

Sean could feel the teacher's penis which stood just in back of the boy, and he reached around and took it in his hand to guide it to his anus.

"Sean, you don't have to do that. I didn't make love to you to get you to have sex with me," Mr. Bill said to the boy.

Sean heard the words, but this was something he now wanted to do. He lifted his hips up and guided the teacher's penis to his anus and pushed gently outward as the head slipped into the boy and began to fill him with a warm feeling that grew as the man's penis sank deeper into him. Sean stopped lowering himself down on his teacher when his bottom rested on the man's groin. Both Sean and Bill felt the twinges coming from their lovemaking and Sean laid his head down on the man's chest and reached around him in a bear hug of love. Bill kissed the smooth neck of the child who was now sending him waves of pleasure though his groin by contracting the muscles in his penis. Sean's head moved slightly to the side at the touch of the man's kiss and Bill gently sucked as the boy moved his hands up and down the man's back in soft caresses. Mr. Bill could feel the seed welling up in his scrotum and could feel the precum as it traveled up his penis. Rather than wanting to fill the boy with his love, Mr. Bill wanted it to last for hours but Sean was too good at making love to let that happen and the boy skillfully drew out the juice he knew would give his teacher release from the tension the boy built up in him. Mr. Bill came with a low groan as Sean gripped him tightly.

The two sat and rocked for another half hour or so before they let go of each other. Neither said anything, no words were necessary. Bill couldn't kiss Sean deeply enough to tell him how much he loved the boy. Lunch was passed but neither one cared. Sean had bonded but it was a two way street.

Conner came out of the classroom like a shot and back to the dorm. Before Sean got into the picture, Conner was either in Mr. Bill's arms or Michael's. Now Mr. Bill's arms were filled with Sean and he was left to walk unless Michael was around. Conner got used to the idea of being carried and liked it. Coming back into the unit, he reached for a bottle of shake. The bottles were gone. Sean was no longer a baby.

"Where did the bottles go?" the boy asked his caretaker.

Michael knew the sensitivity of the subject, but he figured he would try to reason his way out of it.

"Sean doesn't need them anymore since he's decided he's not a baby, so we put them back in the infirmary," Michael told Conner.

Conner didn't give a rat's ass about the 'baby' routine. His eyes welled up with water.

"Bring them back!" he half demanded and half pleaded.

Michael was hoping he didn't have to take two steps back to go one step forward, but here he was. He had figured he might have a problem so he left two bottles under the sink in case of an emergency. He took out the bottles and returned one to the cupboard and filled the other one with a shake and handed it to Conner. He picked the boy up and went off to lunch. Thanks Mr. Bill, he thought to himself. How far was he going to let this baby stuff go? Was he going to end up changing shitty diapers? Michael figured he better have a talk with Doc before it got out of hand.

As the team leader, Michael was aware that Mr. Bill and Sean were not at lunch. He ordered the cooks to send two meals to Mr. Bill's class along with Sean's shake. Mr. Bill could miss lunch, but not Sean. Michael had afternoon meetings with the team and the infirmary staff and there were always the endless meetings with the guards about the boys out in the field.

The field for The Program is huge. At any given time, there are boys in New York, out on Long Island, up in the Adirondacks, on yachts in Long Island Sound and off the coast of New Jersey, in Connecticut and as far away as Las Vegas. Two weeks before his surgery, Nathan was in the Penthouse suite at the Sands Hotel. The boys went where the money was, and it was the caretaker's responsibility to make sure the boys were doing what they were supposed to be doing.

After lunch, the boys returned to the class room and Michael wanted to see if Mr. Bill was having any problems with Sean. As he entered the classroom, both Sean and Mr. Bill were eating lunch that was delivered. Sean gave Michael a big smile.

"Hello Michael!" the boy called out as the caretaker came into the room.

Michael waved back. No problems here, he thought thankfully. As Michael got closer, he also noticed the hickie on Sean's neck. Hickies were not unusual on the boys, they appeared all the time but that was on ringed boys. Sean wasn't ringed; or was he? Michael thought to himself.

"Look Michael!" Sean stood up and turned his body facing the caretaker and took his penis in his hand.

"Wow!" said Michael as he realized the clamp was gone.

He picked up Sean and stood him on top of a desk. The boy's clamp was gone and a small pink ring of skin was all that was left of the Bris. The color would change over the next few days and no scar would remain. Sean's penis now became the star attraction in the class. The other Bris boys got to the head of the pack to see their future. The attention brought an erection to Sean, but he was showing off a badge of honor, screw the boner he thought to himself.

"Michael, I need a ring!" Sean announced to the caretaker. Sean held out his left hand. Michael looked at the smiling boy and then over to Mr. Bill. Mr. Bill gave him a Cheshire cat smile and went back to lunch. That answers that, Michael thought to himself. Now he knew why Mr. Bill blew lunch!

Michael looked back at the boy and gave him a kiss on the lips and a huge bear hug. "We love you!" he whispered into the boy's ear. Sean knew that the man meant it and hugged him back. Show and tell went on for another five minutes with every boy in class wanting to see and touch Sean's new penis. Munching on a piece of fried chicken as he stood on the desk, Sean was only too happy to model off the new dick in town.

Michael went back to the dorm and brought back the ring box and handed it to the teacher. The teacher ringed him; the teacher presented the boy with the ring. Then Michael noticed a new piece of jewelry around Mr. Bill's neck. A small gold chain and Sean's Plastibell clamp hung around the teacher's neck. Michael smiled.

"Is that going to be a new fashion statement?" he asked his friend.

"Can you think of a better one?" the teacher quipped.

Michael left for the infirmary, but not before Conner jumped back into his arms.

"When do I get my ring?" Conner whispered into the caretaker's ear.

"When you're ready for one!" Michael whispered back as he patted the boy on his bottom and put him back down.

Conner wanted a ring, he also knew what it took to get one. With a kiss to Conner and Mark, Michael was out the door.

Michael went to the infirmary where there was already a meeting in progress. There was an accident on the Long Island Expressway and two boys from the program were in a car returning from the Hamptons when it was involved. The guard deftly sidestepped the Suffolk County Police who were called to the scene, and the boys were returned to their cottage on the grounds of a former mental institution where they lived. Paperwork eventually flowed to Albany and was buried never to see the light of day again. In the meantime, two boys were being flown by department helicopter and would arrive in two hours, one boy with a broken wrist and the other with cracked ribs. Both boys came from Michael's team, one of Michael's boys, and one of Gramps' boys. "Just what I fucking need!" Michael said to himself.

On top of the accident situation was the problem of The Program shutting down. Every year The Program was shut down from December 15th to December 29th. Business for The Program was slow anyway because of the Christmas holiday, but more importantly, Christmas was a very dangerous time for the newer boys to be out in the field. Boys in The Program less than nine months were returned to Elmira. Boys in The Program longer than nine months could remain where they were and could even go out with a guard escort for holiday shopping or entertainment.

Newer boys were highly susceptible to depression especially if they had families prior to being incarcerated. Christmas meant nothing to boys like Conner, Sean and Daryl, but it meant a lot to boys like Aaron and Jimmy. Every single boy had to be evaluated by the team and they would be monitored even more closely over the next few weeks. Christmas time for the caretakers was one big fucking pain in the ass!

The meeting split up by about 4:00 and Michael got an opportunity to talk privately with Doc. He explained the situation with Conner and the bottles. He also informed Doc about Sean being ringed and loosing his clamp. Doc smiled for the first time all afternoon. He wanted to see Sean before the end of the day to check him out. Concerning Conner, Doc was a little less helpful.

"Maybe you could sit down with Bill and have him read that book of his to you," Doc said chuckling. "Seriously, it's not all that unusual for a boy in Conner's situation to want a security blanket and that's all the bottle represents. Do you know those hard candies that they sell at the stores that come in the shape of a pacifier?" Doc asked Michael.

"Yes, I've seen them at the candy counter," Michael responded.

"Well, those candies are nothing but a pacifier, and kids of 10, 12 and 14 hide behind them instead of sticking their thumbs in their mouth. Ignore the bottle and have everybody else around Conner ignore it too. It'll go away when he plants his feet on the ground."

"What happens if he decides that diapers are a security blanket too?" Michael asked the good Doctor.

"Then you go out and buy an air freshener for your room!" Doc said as he walked away with a sly giggle.

Michael walked into the ward shaking his head. Aaron, Alex and Daryl were watching TV as he approached Jeffrey and gave the boy a very big hug and kiss. Alex saw Michael come in and also saw the exchange between the two. That was no peck on the forehead the boy noted. Michael sat down alongside the boy and they talked for probably five minutes. They were very close and very quiet in their discussions. Alex wondered if talking to Jeffrey was a good idea. Was he about to get his head handed to him because of Patty? Michael stood up and again gave Jeffrey a kiss on the boy's lips.

"Are you guys all ready to go?" Michael asked the boys as he approached them.

Daryl had been so engrossed in the TV he didn't know Michael had come into the ward.

"Hi Michael!" Daryl excitedly said as he jumped into Michael's arms and wrapped his arms around the caretakers neck.

"How's the bottom?" Michael asked the boy who giggled and planted a kiss on the caretaker that made Alex blush. Alex looked at Aaron.

"You'll get used to it," Aaron said to his friend very quietly so that Michael wouldn't hear.

Michael broke Daryl's kiss with a pat to the cheek. It was still very tender, Michael noted to himself. An orderly came over to the group and lifted Daryl's smock and checked his rear end for any sign of reaction to the shots the boy had received. Then he checked his arm.

"It's smock time," he told the boy and held out his hand.

Daryl took off his smock and was now ready to return to the unit. The orderly went over to Aaron and received his smock and put ointment on the boys Bris clamp. That reminded Michael.

"Sean's clamp came off today Aaron, so yours shouldn't be far behind!" he told Aaron.

Aaron was happy to hear the news. The clamp was a pain in the ass to him not to mention a pain in the dick when he started to get a boner. Even in the middle of the night he'd awaken to the clamp getting tight because his penis was doing its own thing.

"Its already loose Michael, Doc said it might be off by tomorrow maybe," the boy told his caretaker.

It was now time for Alex to undress and go to the unit for the first time since his arrival. Getting naked in jail wasn't all that unusual for Alex, but walking around all day nude?

There were 5,000 ways that jail made you feel humiliated, why did they need to find one more way?

"Why can't we keep our clothes on?" Alex asked Michael as he got off his bed.

"We live in a section of Elmira that is completely separated from the rest of the prison," Michael told the boy. "The guards keep you naked for the first 30 days so that they can immediately identify you if you get lucky and stray in the general population. That's not a place you want to be Alex, those boys are not in prison for sex crimes, but they would screw your face off in a New York minute if they found you out there," Michael told the boy. "Believe me, its for your own protection even if it does seem to be stupid and cruel."

Alex said 'Fuck it' to himself and stripped. The boy knew that what Michael had just told him was completely true. In jail, only the 'straight' boys forced him to fuck, the ones that were there for sex crimes never touched him without permission.

Michael had seen the boy naked many times during the past five days; he didn't get tired of it once. Alex had one very nice body and if Michael stood there too long, he'd have to adjust his pants.

"C'mon guys, say 'thank you' to the orderlies on the way out," he said and lead the way back to the dorm as the sound of a helicopter was heard overhead.

When Michael got back to the unit, the other boys were still at the gym and hadn't returned yet. Going into Michael's room, Aaron asked Michael if Alex could wear underwear too. Michael looked over to Alex.

"Find a size 12," he told the boys and both Aaron and Alex were pulling up briefs in seconds.

"I thought we had to stay naked?" Alex asked Aaron.

"Only outside this dorm. When we're in here, Michael lets us wear underpants," Aaron replied.

Alex looked over to the caretaker. He had only known him for a few days, but was liking him more by the minute. Michael looked at both boys whose asses were straining at the material.

"Nice," Michael said aloud.

Alex didn't allow Michael to see it, but he smiled.

Michael's attention now turned to Daryl.

"Daryl, it would be better if you moved to my dorm and stayed with us," he said to the boy. "if you don't want to, you will not be forced but we think you will be happier here in this dorm."

"How come?" Daryl wanted to know. "The boys here in this dorm are closer to your age and the boys in Coaches dorm are more into sports than you are," he told the boy. Michael went on: "I moved Jimmy over there because he would fit in better with Coach. I think you would fit in better over here, but the choice is yours to make."

Alex was a bit shocked. People in jail who had authority over you never talked like this. There was never any 'choice' just fucking do it! Since Danamora this jail didn't make any sense to Alex. Get fucked, get beat, get starved, get frozen, none of that existed anymore. Where did it go?

Before Alex got any of his answers, Michael got his from Daryl.

"I'll stay here with you," Daryl said to Michael as once again he wrapped his arms around Michael's neck in a strangle hold.

The clatter from the hall outside told Michael that the unit was returning.

"Aaron show Alex the entire unit and we'll meet back in the dorm in about ten minutes. OK?" he asked.

"OK," Aaron said and led Alex out to the living room.

Pandemonium then ensued as 17 boys flowed back into the unit. The boys were jumpier than usual because they both heard and saw a helicopter land in the courtyard. The windows in the gym were high off the floor, but the helicopter came into view from the window as it landed.

"Michael!" Conner practically screamed as he entered the dorm. "a helicopter landed in the jail. Do you think it crashed?" Conner asked as he climbed up Michael's body.

"No, it landed on purpose because two boys from The Program were in a car accident and need Doc to fix them," he told Conner and the rest of the boys within earshot.

"Were they hurt bad?" a boy from Peter's dorm asked.

"No. Doc will fix them up in a few days but taking care of you guys is very important to us and if it takes a ride in a helicopter, that's what will be done!" Michael told the group.

The Department of Correctional Services helicopter drew major brownie points from the boys in The Program that afternoon. Of course on that day in Albany, the chopper was 'Down for service' so they didn't ask where it might be going and for what.

Michael returned to his room and kicked his shorts out of the way as he got into his bed with Conner attached. He turned Conner around and placed him between his legs with a pillow separating him and Conner.

"Mark, please fill a bottle of shake for Conner and bring it to us," he asked the boy.

Mark left for the kitchen.

"Conner, this is Daryl and he's moving in here with us," Michael told Conner as Daryl sat himself on a corner of Michael's bed. Both boys made a quick evaluation of each other.

Daryl was neutral, Conner saw competition. Mark came back in and handed Conner his shake. Conner studied Daryl as he laid his head back in his caretaker's stomach and waited for the next bombshell to explode as he put the bottle to his mouth and sucked down the shake. Mark got up on the bed and slipped in beside Michael. He too studied Daryl. He also noted that Daryl was ringed.

"Mr. Bill will be coming back and I have to go to the ward for a few minutes to see one of the boys who was in the accident. The boy came from my dorm many months ago and he's my friend," Michael told the boys.

"Where is Daryl going to sleep?" Conner asked Michael.

"Well, Aaron and Alex are back from the ward and I have decided that they will sleep in the double room tonight. Daryl can sleep there, or with me," Michael said.

"Where is Mark sleeping?" Conner asked with the nipple sticking half out of his mouth.

Michael knew that the wheels of Conner's mind were spinning at hundreds of miles an hour.

"Just like you, Mark will sleep where he wants to!" Michael told Conner who resumed his sucking about four seconds later.

Aaron and Alex came in the dorm just as Mr. Bill and Sean made their appearance. There were now two caretakers in Michael's room and six boys. Michael introduced Alex and Daryl once again. Conner was unconcerned about Alex; he was not a threat to him. Mark remembered Alex from Danamora, he seemed bigger to Mark than the boy remembered. Mark remembered seeing Alex hit the floor as the guard slapped him to the ground. Mark shuddered once again at the memory.

"I have to go see my friend alone and Mr. Bill will be here for you until I get back," Michael told the boys, "I'll see if I can't find something for us to do for fun after showers."

'Something for us to do' always meant a special treat like making popcorn, or chocolate covered marshmallows or ice cream sundaes. Usually it involved food but not always.

Michael was on a mission but first he had to take care of old business. Before he left the dorm for the ward, he cornered Bill. Both men knew that Sean was going to be with the group during the day, the only question was: where was he going to be at night? Was he a dorm boy? Or, was he with Bill?

"Have you made any promises to him?" Michael asked.

"No, of course not!" Mr. Bill told his friend.

Making and breaking promises was a taboo to these men. If you told a boy you were going to do something, you better fucking make sure you did it. Nothing could destroy your credibility faster than disappointment, it's all most of these boys ever got in their lives.

"Where's he sleeping Bill?" Michael asked.

The question wasn't so much a logistical one, it went far beyond that.

"I hope with me, but I haven't asked him to yet," Bill said to his friend.

Michael knew the boy, he also knew his friend. Making decisions that could fuck up somebody's life forever was wearing on him. Michael longed to be a burger flipper, an accountant, a ditch digger. Anything that he decided could destroy someone's life and he was burning out fast.

"I want you to go back and read Sean's file again. If, after you read it, you think you can bring him through The Program better as an individual than through a dorm, you're free to ask him. OK?" Michael asked Bill. "Just remember, if you take him on, you're committed to him, maybe for life!

Bill listened to and heard the words his friend spoke. He knew they were true, it was a good part of the reason he was a teacher and not a teacher/caretaker in The Program. "OK Michael," he told his friend as Michael left for the ward.

The sounds of the chopper told the orderlies and Doc that they were about to receive the two boys in from Long Island. The accident occurred at about mid morning and it was now very close to dinner and one of the boys had a broken wrist. seven hours with a broken bone is a very long time. Too long as far as Doc was concerned. To make the goonies in Administration happy, the chopper had landed to drop off 'mail' from Albany. In the meantime, the boys were brought into the ward. Doc naturally knew both boys as did most of the orderlies, and it was like old home week for the first few minutes. Doc took both boys to the infirmary where x-rays were taken while the boys met up with friends who were there in Elmira.

Joshua was a boy from Michael's dorm who had three cracked ribs when he slammed into the back of the drivers seat. Doc taped him up and he was sitting up in bed with an entourage surrounding his bed. The other boy had broken his wrist as he reached forward during the crash and his hand hit the headrest on the passenger side. Michael and Gramps came in as the boy was being brought back from being put in a cast.

Joshua had not seen Michael for about five months and the meeting was a sloppy one for Michael.

"Jesus Michael, you're getting me all wet" the boy said as Michael hugged him for the 5th time.

Joshua was 13 now and met Michael as an 11 year old. He was close to leaving The Program and plans were already being made.

"Me and Charley are going to Florida for a week Michael. Can we still go?" the boy asked.

Michael knew nothing about Florida.

"Florida? Who made those plans?" Michael asked the boy.

"The Captain said we could go during Christmas," the boy told him.

"Go with who?" Michael wanted to know.

"He's going with his family and he said we could go if behaved," the boy told Michael.

"Let me find out," Michael told the boy and the conversation ended.

Michael spent another 10 or 15 minutes with Joshua and had to get back to the dorm for dinner.

"I'll stop in tomorrow after breakfast," Michael told the boy as he kissed him goodbye. On the way out of the infirmary Michael stopped one of the orderlies.

"What caretaker came with Joshua and Charley?" he asked.

"Jonathan," came the reply.

"Thanks," Michael said and left for the dorm.

"What do you boys want to do?" Mr. Bill asked as Michael left the dorm. "you can watch TV, or go play in the living room, we have about a half hour before dinner."

Aaron and Alex opted for the TV room, leaving Mr. Bill on Michael's bed with Sean, Conner, Daryl and Mark. Mr. Bill took out a pair of underpants for Sean and put them on him. Bill liked the underwear he had back in his room better, it was from France and extremely brief and without the pee slot that American underpants always had. The French stuff was also much thinner material and you really didn't have to guess too much about the package the boy had wearing them. The teacher would have him redressed as soon as possible, he said to himself as Sean waddled into the bedroom.

Conner studied Daryl as he lay there working on his shake. Mark lay next to Conner reading a comic book and Conner watched as Daryl looked at Mark's genitals. Conner had already lost Mr. Bill's exclusive attention to Sean, and he wasn't about to loose either Mark or Michael to this new boy. Conner reached over and laid his free hand on top of Mark's penis covering it from Daryl's view. Daryl picked up a comic and lay down alongside Conner face down and started to look at the comic. Daryl was illiterate and never learned to read, but the nice thing about comics was that you didn't have to read to understand the story.

As Daryl looked at the book, Mark's penis was rising in Conner's grip. Mark didn't know why Conner's hand was on his penis, he just figured Conner was ready to play. Mark was always ready to play at the touch of a hand. Mark's rising interest got Conner to stirring and Mark took notice of the boner standing straight up next to him. Mark leaned over and moving the bottle out of Conner's mouth planted a kiss on his friend. That drew Daryl's attention away from his book.

Mark decided it was time to make Conner's penis happy and scooted down to the end of the bed and lifted Conner's feet up and lay between the little boy's legs dropping his mouth over Conner's entire package, balls and all. Conner loved the attention and also liked the idea that Daryl was learning that Mark was HIS friend. Daryl's reaction was to lean over to Conner and gently removed the bottle from the boy's mouth. The two stared at each other for a few seconds and then Daryl lowered his face to Conner's lips. As the boy's tongue slid past Conner's teeth, he knew he didn't have a new rival. He decided that Daryl was a welcome addition to the dorm.

Mr. Bill came back in with Sean and immediately noticed two little bare feet sticking straight up towards the ceiling. He smiled.

"Glad to see you guys are getting along so well!" he said to them.

He looked down at Sean, "Do you want to make it a fourth?" he asked Sean half joking.

Sean thought about it for a few seconds then shook his head. He'd rather have Mr. Bill make love to him, at least for now. Mr. Bill patted Mark on the ass.

"Save room for dinner boys," as the two of them left for the TV room.

Mark just giggled and never skipped a suck. Conner climaxed with Daryl sucking as hard on his tongue as Mark was on his dick. Conner sat on the bed Indian style as Mark and Daryl brought each other to climax just before the dinner bell rang. Conner was very satisfied in the penis department, but Daryl had one more chore. Leaning down he kissed Conner's penis and then the boy's testicles. Conner knew this act, it was one of submission that a boy would demonstrate on another to show that he knew his rightful place. Conner was extremely impressed, it was usually him that was doing the submitting and now this boy was telling him that he was top dog. The three boys marched to dinner with three poles bouncing and chattering away like magpies.

Michael made it to the mess hall just as the boys were sitting down. The demeanor of the boys told him he had nothing to worry about in the short term, the four little ones were carrying on like they were old buddies. Aaron and Alex were quiet, but they usually were. Roast beef, mashed potatoes and corn on the cob disappeared from everyone's plates in short order and it was back to the dorm. Michael had picked up four large bags of water balloons from the supply room and distributed them to each caretaker. For the next hour, the shower room looked like a war zone as balloons went flying. The noise was sufficient to bring in two guards which almost never happened. Seeing the balloons, they retreated with their flashlights.

While the war went on, Michael had an errand to run and left for the staff quarters. Joshua's caretaker Jonathan was there.

"Joshua tells me he has plans for Florida Jonathan, what do you know about that?" he asked the caretaker.

The boy's caretaker nodded his head. "He's been there before with the Captain Michael."

"What's going on?" Michael asked. It was not usual for the boys to be going on vacations with guards.

"The Captain is married and has kids, and they'll be going too. The boys will have a separate room of course," the caretaker told Michael.

Michael didn't understand.

"Why?" he asked.

"The Captain leads a double life, his family doesn't know anything about the boys," the caretaker told Michael.

"He's having sex with them?" Michael asked.

The caretaker nodded.

"Does anybody else know about this?" Michael then asked.

"Only the boys in the cottage and the staff, not the other guards though," he told him.

Even if he wanted to, there was no way for Michael or anybody else to stop the Captain.

"Are the boys OK with this?" Michael asked. "They like him and he's very good to them."

"Joshua too?" Michael wanted to know.

"Yes, but I'm sure he'll tell you that himself if you ask him," Jonathan said.

Michael planned to do just that!

"Is the trip still on or has the accident changed things?" Michael asked.

"As far as I know it's still on," he said.

"Find out and get back to me, Joshua and Charley want to know," Michael said and went back to the dorm.

Alex did not participate in the balloon fight because of his ear. If a balloon smacked his ear, he could be hurt and Michael forbid him from taking part. That meant that Aaron didn't participate either. They were now an inseparable pair. Once Sean was finished with the fight, Aaron sat down in the living room with him. Aaron wanted to know how he got his clamp off. Aaron wanted his gone and the sooner the better! Sean told him the story exactly as it happened.

"He sucked it off you?" Aaron asked wide eyed.

Sean nodded.

"It didn't hurt a bit; I didn't know it was off until Mr. Bill put it in my hand," the boy told Aaron.

Both Aaron and Alex looked at each other and then down to Sean's penis and then over to Aaron's.

"Mine was holding on just like yours is now, Sean said to him. It will come off really soon like mine did," Sean told Aaron.

One of the other boys in the shower called Sean over and he left Aaron and Alex sitting there together.

"What are you gonna do?" Alex asked his friend.

"I don't know," Aaron told him.

"If you want, I'll take it off you," Alex said very quietly.

"You're kidding!" Aaron asked his friend.

"Do you have a better way?" Alex retorted.

Aaron didn't.

"Let me ask Michael about this," Aaron said to his friend.

"You're going to tell him I'll suck your dick?" Alex asked incredulously.

"Jesus Alex, look around the place, everybody is fucking everybody's brains out anyway so what's the difference if he knows?"

"I just want to ask him if getting sucked will get it off; I don't have to say who's going to do it!" Aaron told Alex.

That sounded a little better to Alex. "OK," he told his friend.

Just before the fight ended, Michael returned to the unit. The fight took the place of showers, so everybody settled in for ice cream and quiet time before bed. It was time to figure out where the boys were sleeping. Just before bedtime, Michael gathered with his boys on his bed. Mr. Bill told Michael he would be taking Sean to his room for the night and Sean and Bill left to discuss the boy's future. Now it was time to figure out the rest of the group.

"Aaron and Alex will sleep in the double room tonight," Michael told the two boys. "Conner sleeps on rotation with me," he said making Conner a very happy boy. "Mark and Daryl may sleep either in the double room, or with Conner and me."

"Daryl, every boy in this dorm wets the bed. Do you?" he asked.

"Yes" Daryl said without hesitation.

"OK, so you don't have to worry about golden showers, you're going to give and get another bath if you sleep with someone."

Everybody giggled including Alex.

"Well, that's a start" Michael said to himself.

As Michael pretty much expected, Mark and Daryl opted for his bed leaving Aaron and Alex alone in the double room. It was going to be a busy night and probably a busy morning. Michael could think of worse situations to be in.

Michael came into the double room as Aaron and Alex climbed under the sheets and pulled up the covers. Side by side, the boys received a kiss on the forehead and a good night from Michael and Aaron asked Michael if he could ask him a question. Michael sat down on the bed next to Aaron. Alex rolled over and faced the wall away from Michael and his friend.

"Sean says that his ring came off because Mr. Bill took it off with his mouth," the boy told Michael.

"I haven't heard that before, but it's very possible. Why?" Michael asked the boy.

"Is that the way they come off?" Aaron asked.

"It's one way that it can happen. It will also just fall off one day if nothing else happens," Michael told him.

"But that takes longer?" Aaron wanted to know.

"Yes," Michael told him. "the clamp can't be removed before it's done its job, but it can come off faster if it's sucked on very carefully and slowly. It cannot be ripped or pulled off, that would hurt you," Michael told the boy.

"When Alex sucks, you need to tell him if it's hurting you. If it does, you need to stop and wait."

With the mention of his name, Alex turned around.

"Me!" he said to the caretaker.

"Well, I can do it for you if you want Aaron, but I think you'd be more comfortable with Alex doing it for you," Michael said without addressing Alex directly.

"Why do you say Alex?" Aaron asked.

"Oh, should I call Conner in to do it for you?" Michael asked the boy.

Aaron smiled.

"Go slow," Michael said and kissed Aaron on the lips for the first time and got up and left the room. Alex looked a bit pissed.

"Oh Christ Alex, he knew you were going to be the one doing it!" Aaron said to his friend.

"Who else would I let do it?" he said to his friend putting his arm over his chest.

Alex thought about it. True he figured, who else would he allow to touch his friend but him. Alex moved his body around and lay directly on top of Aaron. He could feel his friend's penis rising on his stomach. Up to that point in time, he and Aaron had not sexually engaged each other. Aaron had become the most important person in his life. Taking off Aaron's penis ring would cement the bond that had grown between the two.

"Please don't ever leave me!" Alex whispered to Aaron.

"Don't be silly!" Aaron whispered back and kissed the top of his friends head. "I'm your friend forever!" he said to Alex as he slowly stroked his friends back.

Michael returned to his room and climbed into his bed between Conner and Mark. He reached over to Daryl and kissed him good night.

"I'm very happy to have you in the dorm," he said to Daryl as their lips parted.

Daryl said nothing but his smile did. Reaching over Conner, Michael kissed Mark good night. Now it was Conner's turn. Conner's fifth shake for the day was sitting in his bottle and Michael reached for it and flipped Conner on top of him. Placing the bottle by his mouth he hugged and kissed Conner good night as the boy laid the bottle on his caretakers chest and turned his head sideways to drink it. Michael moved Daryl and Mark along each side of his and massaged Conner's back and buttocks as the boy slurped away contentedly. Conner's tear was completely healed and he would be ringed this night. Mark knew the night was just beginning for him. Daryl was falling asleep quickly.

Mr. Bill laid Sean down on the bed and slipped off the boy's underpants. His body took the teachers breath away every time he saw it. That wasn't saying all that much, seeing any boy's penis took his breath away, but Sean was special because he was so delicate, fragile and needy. You took one look at Sean and this was a boy you wanted to protect and covert; like a couple who devote their lives to each other.

"We need to talk before bed little man," he said to the boy as he picked him up and wrapped him in his arms. Sitting down in his chair with the boy in his lap he laid Sean's head on his shoulder and sat back in the rocker. "If you want to, Michael will agree to let you sleep here with me at night. You'll be with the dorm during the day, but here for bedtime," the teacher said.

The boy was silent for a few seconds very deep in thought.

"Do you love me as much as I love you?" the boy asked his teacher.

Bill didn't know how to hug him any closer without hurting him.

"Very, very much Sean," he told the boy.

"Then we should stay together," Sean said and kissed Bill with an innocence and purity that only a boy could present.

It took Bill a few minutes to recover his demeanor and then they both got up from the rocker and Sean drank his final shake of the day before bed. Bill kissed away the boys chocolate mustache and carried him into bed. Like Michael, the night wasn't over for them and Mr. Bill turned the light out.

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