The World Of Movies Part 2

Chapter 237-1

The World Of Movies

Part 2

 

Now that boys had been indoctrinated in regarding seeing girls naked and have had a chance to touch, feel, see and taste of what a woman is compared to boys. It didn’t bother the boys anymore seeing Mom naked or have her touch them anywhere on their bodies. In fact they thought it was the best thing since sliced warm bread right out of the oven, Mom stole several jars of honey from the kitchen and laid down on the edge of the tub were we would be preparing the boys, so they can taste her and keep their main focus on her instead of what we were doing to them.

She had bathed them first and groomed each of them to perfection by clipping their nails and buffing them and washed their hair until it perfect. When she was in town she had taken the boys to the barber and had their hair cut so they would look nice for school as well as the camera. I had to admit each of them were a vast improvement more so the three boys considering how dirty they were when we first saw them. It would be weeks before they would look well fed being how they are nothing but skin and bones.

Mark and Sal were already addressing her as Mom and Dad and three boys were in the transition to do like wises, considering they had never met their parents or remember anything about them. It made me remember how hard it was for me when I made the transition, but it never really meant anything until I was living with the Fry’s, Steeds and the Downing’s. Sure I called my other foster parents that, but the meaning was more of representation nothing more. Other times it was something I used to address them when talking about them so the other kids wouldn’t tease me about being a foster kid. More so when these foster parents were only using us, foster kids, to collect an easy paycheck.

At first, I thought Mom and Dad would revert back to the way they received new kids that entered their home. Like the standard rule that all kids regardless of their grades all got held back at least two years. Plus how they treated them like slaves. Giving them the name Mule Boy and kept them locked up when they weren’t needed anymore. In some way’s I was jealous of the fact that none of that happened with these boys.

Instead Mom and Dad accepted them immediately as part of our family, giving them nice brand-new clothing, making sure they saw a doctor, making sure they were well fed, going out of their way to make sure they got the education they needed before atomically holding them back, but most of all made sure they were happy and loved. Which made the transition easier for them to call them Mom and Dad and accept them as their parents. Mom and Dad had apologized so many times for the way they had treated me and Arthur.

Yet seeing them with my new brothers I felt jealous because how hard I had to work to get them to accept me for who I am. Not the person they expected me to be which was one of the many bad boys they had taken in over the years that did do drugs and reeked with alcohol and cigarettes that had police record a mile long. 

Yet I didn’t let the jealousy consume me, because, in the end, it didn’t matter anymore. They were much my bothers as any of them I have had over the years. To them, I was their older brother that looked after them and needed to be someone they could look up too. I didn’t care what my father or my two sisters felt about it being as they weren’t my biological brothers or sisters for that matter.

It takes more than blood and genes to become a family. Being in 19 foster homes has taught me that; which was one reason I had problems of accepting my mother and my sisters. Mostly my sisters and my mother, yet when it comes to my father it was a whole different matter. For he would never be anything other than a cruel heartless monster and my abuser. The very thought of him being my father makes me what to vomit. Even today nothing has changed between us and my sisters, and I am good with that.

Today is what matters now, where I regret that had to rape my new brothers, to keep them alive, and to make sure they can perform at a moment's notices; again the choice was not to let them feel pain like I did, or make it so they feel very little if any. Knowing if Dad and I didn’t do it Mr. Tate would and he wouldn’t prepare them gently or with love. He would do it so he could hear them scream like Shawn loves to do it. He has admitted to it that there is nothing like raping a new boy, over and over again.

He and his friends prefer boys that have never been touched; they prefer them young as Jonathon when he had turned 3 violating the rule of his beloved satanic church that no boy under the age of 5 would be prepared. No girl under the age of 13 would sexually prepare to lose their virginity. The other was acceptable at the age of 5 like the boys.

Stimulating them was all acceptable regardless of age. Even Mom and Dad had admitted that Kerry and Jody were sucking on Dads and their bother penises the moment they were born. And Mom and Dad, as well as their brothers, have been stimulating their sisters the moment they no longer required a diaper. But when it came to sex their sisters or any girl for that matter was off limits until they reached their 15th or 16th birthday.

Boys had to wait until they were equipped enough to do so, which made perfect sense. It still bothered me about how young they start doing any of these things; regardless if had nothing to do with the satanic church, but as nudist member living in the colony. The only difference between them as they did so out of love instead of cruelty or beliefs that it was their right to do so because their so-called God or prophet had taught them that is what their God wanted.  Yet for me, I begged to see the difference, but that’s now, not back then when I was living the life as a nudist or living undercover to take satanic church down or the child Sex rings that exploit children for sex and money.

Like I said Mom wanted us to go first so they could see it didn’t hurt. Even she wanted us to do her the same way so they could understand that it was ok to do either, even though it was wrong when it came to boys. But Mom and Dad didn’t want to make the distinction. They had already stated there was nothing wrong with having both, when it isn’t forced, but consensual. Telling them if they find out that wasn’t they were going to cut off their balls, skew them over a fire, and roast them like marshmallow and feed them to them. Watching them grab their penises stating they understood.

I questioned if Mom and Dad would ever do that, but something in their voice said not to doubt that, not after what Shawn had done and what Jody had gone through. Like me, Jody hadn’t accepted his apology and had no intention to anytime soon. I still haven’t read the letter he had written to me. I knew it was nothing but lies, and I didn’t need Jeff to tell me that.

The boys watched as they cringed having Mom and Dad forcing them to watch so they can see it didn’t hurt. Not anymore at least. Mom lathered her self up with honey telling the boys to make a meal out of her and to tell us if it hurt, so we could stop to let the strong pain ointment work. It was so strong that doctor suggested that we use a condom, stating we should anyway because there is less friction in that particular part of the body, that is considered a cruel punishment if the person doesn’t use any type of lubricant. We told the boys to relax and explained to them what they might feel, but to tell us when the pain starts so we can add more or give them a quick shot in the a*s to numb them.

It did no good to apologize for it so we didn’t, instead, we took our time. Going inch by inch until we were all the way in. It was mine and Dads job to go first being we weren’t as large as Mark or Sal, but they would be next once we had successfully prepared the boys and it became a smooth transition. Mom kept the boys calm and focused on her forcing the boy’s heads and eyes to look at her as the menstrual blood trickled down their legs. We only had to stop a couple of times so the lube we were using took effect by numbing them against the pain.

Then once we there, we gave them nice gentle thrusts so they could relax until they were smooth as butter before we pulled out of them. Giving them a chance to rest and clean themselves. Mom had added extra bubble bath to hide the bloody water the best she could. Once they had rested it was Sal’s and Marks turn so they could finish preparing them as the doctor suggested. Stating it was better to do it all at once and to do it several times so the boys could get used to it.

He recommended using the medicated lube for at least a week and to prepare them several times a day until they felt no pain and the pleasure sensors would kick in when they no longer needed the pain killer, only the regular lube. He said that studies show when having this kind of sex a condom should be used to prevent sexual diseases or do an enema afterward or soon as possible to flush the fluids out. Once the boys had been prepared for the first time we drained the tub and cleaned it out and filled it again.

Then repeated the process until they had gotten accustomed to it and there was no pain or tightness what so ever. Mom gave them each a nice relaxing massage, before putting them to bed. Mr. Tate was waiting in the tub set for us so we could film Chef Phillips and our mothers and us. Once inside he suggested we should lock the room the boys were in. Mom growled. “No Mr. Tate they are not animals. They are my sons, and what we had just done to them was the worst thing I have ever done to a boy, more so young boys their age so they can perform without question.

“You have no idea what we had to go through to allow this to happen. We have broken a nudist sacred oath that if this happened in the colony we would be beaten to death so brutally there would be nothing left to identify us. I never approved of this way of thinking of what the satanic church believes. You said it yourself that you never believed in their cause or ideas.

“You only liked the idea because it gave you what you needed which was money and power and all the boys you would need so you can run your business. My husband and I had agreed that money was good and we all make a fortune off the backs of those morons that believe Lucifer is their true God and some demented demon name Mormo as his savor. May they all rot in hell and their God, for what they have done to children in the name of their church?

“If I could I would send all those Mary’s with them or lock them up until their penises shrivel up and fall off. But like you, we need their money, so we partnered up with you so we could bleed them dry and make them pay every damn cent they have for our magazine and videos. I talked it over with my two boys Mark and Nate here, we think we deserve 65 percent of the grosses take on the new series Tangled Hearts; since it is them that are the main attraction and the stars, plus they belong to me and my husband, not you, plus it us and our backers that are putting up the cash to make the series and give you everything you needed to do it plus the other videos and magazine shots.

“We also agreed that each picture you use of them in your magazines will cost you 4 thousand per boy. Meaning all my sons that include Mark, Sal, Charles, Pete and Rick not Paul, he liked the name Rick and I agreed he looks more like a Rick then a Paul plus it rolls right off the tongue Rick Carrion, but that’s not important.

“What is the money we want for using my sons in your movies and magazines. Don’t stress about it, we are going to be swimming in money. Mr. Stringum’s boys say if we raise the subscription price by 25 cents and the videos by 2.00. The money from those sales will cover the cost and then some. Like I said I want to bleed them dry, but not to quickly but enough for them to feel it in their wallets. The rest of the parents can work their own deal regarding their own sons and daughters.

“Now then this gala of yours; you promised Nate and Mark they can choose the winning bid for one night with them, however the 25 five percent of those proceeds will not work, considering their notoriety in the upcoming film and it is them that are the ones that are going to allow the winner of the bid to have sex with them all night long and do whatever they like as long as it doesn’t involve harming a single hair on their heads and within reason.

“My husband and I think that they should get 60 percent of the bid; forty percent for them and 15 percent for us being as we are their parents and you are the managing partners in this. our other sons we will take 45 percent because they are inexperienced when comes to sex, but no boy under the age of 8 will be spending the night with them, they can buy timeshares at a premium price of course, and that goes for every boy and girl we bring to this gala of yours.

“You can draw up the contract tonight and we’ll go over it in the morning with our lawyers to make sure it is fair. None of this bull about you deciding to make them a slave until they are 25 and used up like a piece of old meat in regards to what you think when they are not performing well. We will all decide as a collective group and determine that instead of one single individual. Fair is fair Mr. Tate, you need us more then we need you, but we are in this together if we like it are not.

“Now are we filming are not, it has been a very long day and tomorrow isn’t any better considering we need this insert by Thursday plus the hard copy by Friday so we can have both on the shelves no later than Tuesday.”

Mr. Tate growled angrily. “You drive a hard bargain, Mrs. Carrion, you are right I need you more then you need me, considering you and Stringum and your backers are putting up the cash to make my movies and produce my magazines. I have one thing I like to add which is if I don’t make the money you are promising me and according to the projection that shouldn’t be a problem. Yet I have learned in the past. Never bet on a sure thing. I want you to relinquish your rights of ownership of this venture and your boy Nate, Mark and three younger boys back to me if this fails.”

Mom said. “I always bet on the winning horse, for two reasons. One that horse wasn’t always a winner, he had to work hard and train hard to become the winning horse. Second, he did everything it takes to get there. So I will take that bet. Knowing my boys won’t let us down, But Mr. Tate, I am adding one more option. That if my horses have performed to their best ability, and you are the one holding this venture from the brink of failure, It is your a*s I and my husband will own, and everything you own will be ours. No question asked. We will hire someone else to make our movies and produce our magazine. 

“We brought the boys, and the people to make it work and we are putting up the cash to do it. Remember that… so draw up the papers and we will see if we can come to understanding, by the time they are ready to demo this place. We can always walkway until then.

“But if that happens, all the boys belong to me and my husband, make no mistakes of that. As you have clearly stated we hold the bill of sale. And you sir have taken our money and deposited it and signed them over to me and my husband.” Mom said getting up into his face. “Make no mistake these boys are mine, Mr. Tate.” Mr. Tate stepped back as Mom threatened him with her eyes, it gave me shivers when she did that. Nobody mess with Mom and her family.