A Little Shut-Eye Part 2

Chapter 269-1

A Little Shut-Eye

Part 2

 

There was very little traffic going up the canyon as Stringum drove like a mad man, cursing how much time we had wasted because of my grandmother. Dad said everything will be fine, well he hoped everything would be fine as he noticed Mom and my mother standing on the porch waiting for us, and they weren’t happy.

Dad said I was fine as he helped me into the house, explaining everything as he walked me down to the bedroom, half asleep due to the tranqs and the sleeping pills I had just taken. My mother was fit to be tied as Dad explained what had happened. It almost seemed unreal, thinking that my grandmother would try to do something like this to get her own way. All I could think about how desperate she was, hoping somebody would listen to her.

I hated it when they fussed over me like I was some helpless child watching my mother turn down my bed, as my adoptive Mom undressed me slipping me into a pair of boxers and pulled the covers over me. Sparky and Frosty jumped on the bed taking opposite sides of my bed. Until my mother was about to leave the room having him follows her. Sparky stayed right where he was as they closed the door telling Rhoda too make sure no one bothers me. She gave me the evil eye that said. I am watching you, pointing two fingers to her eyes and then pointing them straight at me.  It made feel all warm and fuzzy inside knowing that she really does love me, even though I had tried to kill her in a dream rage.

I rolled over and closed my eyes, letting the comfort of the bed sooth me, and let the sleeping pills work. Yet sleeping pills seldom worked on me, more so when I was beyond exhausted with my mind working over time. I don’t know how long I laid there before I got out of bed when I couldn’t take it anymore. Mr. Tate’s party was one thing I couldn’t miss, and not for the reasons people would think in regards to going to a party. What kept my thoughts going was, how much they needed me to do my part, even though Dad told me, if I wasn’t feeling up to it, I didn’t have to go. After all the real Mr. Tate wasn’t going to be there and breaking the contract we had with him. Yet I felt obligated and something in the back of mind told me I had to be there.

The clock on my dresser said 5 pm, I used the excuses that I was starving since I had missed lunch and the food from the kitchen was making my tummy rumble. I put on a robe and made my way down the hall. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw, but I should have been ready for it.  With my grandmother gone, everyone was welcome to do what they like and that included my brother, Aaron, as I walked into the view of the living room, Aaron and Jared were sharing Dads penis and both naked as the day they were born. Dad was sitting in the middle of the couch allowing the boys too lay comfortably over his lap with his robe open.

The rest of the younger boys were playing a game of naked twister, which was a popular game with them as they cover themselves with massage oil making their bodies’ slick so when they make bodily contact it makes it hard for them to stand in the different positions at the turn on the color wheel.

Sometimes we change out the wheel to include sexual situations like adding chocolate, honey, and whip- cream. Having them lick certain parts of someone’s body. They were playing the kids version of where they get to add the oil to different parts of their partner's body until they fall to the ground. Ending their turn until everyone in the group has had a turn. 

Today the boys were teaching the Holliman’s boys how to play and their parents were enjoying watch them as they work on what they needed for their house, and what things they want to keep from their old one since they plan to do the big move tomorrow while we are in church.

Dad looked up as he was massaging both boys shoulders, said. “What on earth are you doing out of bed son? I thought I told you we wanted you to sleep?”  Mom and my mother turned to ask the same question.

Rhoda made her way over to me and about to take me to task, as I quickly said. “The smell of food made my stomach growl, and I realized I hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast.”

Rhoda said. “Typical boy, considering they are always hungry.” She helped me to the table, said. “Dinner is just about done, so we will feed you and put you back to bed.”

I looked at Dad, as he removed himself from the boys, now that they have had their treat telling them to if they would like they can play video games or join the boys playing Twister. Aaron looked at me, waiting for me to say something. What was I going to say, no? Not when I have tasted Dad many times myself and my brothers. Instead, he put on his robe, because Jared did when Mom told the boys to wash up for dinner. She had this rule about being modest when we are sitting around the dinner table.

A robe was one thing, being naked at the dinner table was unheard of unless we were outside. It was winter, and being naked out there would be stupid. Dad took a seat next me asking me how I feel. I stated better then I did earlier. Mom checked my temperature feeling my cheeks and forehead telling Rhoda to being her, her stats kit.

Mom checked my temperature and my heart rate and blood pressure. Telling my mother they were both a little high. My mother said. that’s considered normal for me always running a little hot. Have my adoptive Mom explain to her. She would agree when it comes to temperament and passion, but on the medical standpoint, I always ran a little colder than normal. That 98.6 or above is considered high for me since I normally range somewhere around 95 or 96.7. She liked to rub in it my mother’s face that she knew me better then she did. 

Which was true, she had never taken care of me when I was sick. It was usually my foster parents or my grandmother. My mother never cared how Aaron and I felt or if we were to sick to be going to school. Dad said we can just throw me in the pool to cool me down if they had too; causing my mother and Rhoda to laugh.

Mom set her kit to the side as she kissed me on the cheek, telling me I was good to go, but she would like me to go back to bed after supper. Dad said. “I would agree Karen, but if he fine. We could really use his help tonight, as you know we have been planning this for a very long time. He is just as important as Mark and Terry are, considering they are the main stars of our movie. It would seem strange if he wasn’t there with the rest of the boys are.

“When we hand out the boy's profile packets tonight. So they can view the boys they would like to bid on for their personal use, as we take them down or the ones that we feel that need a closer look, for one reason or another like we have discussed. With him gone, they will think that something has gone wrong. When we show the premiere with him in it and his profile page, it could cause a problem, but Mr. Holliman has agreed to be one of the buyers, being as he is a new face.

“We can make sure that he wins the highest bid for Eric, in fact, if we play our cards right he can work the room and find a friend that wants to go in on the deal. Being as there are only 35 or forty rooms, which will be available to the highest bidders that would like to spend the night or spend extra money with the boys they had purchased from the auction. Everyone else will have to wait their turn or go without. Tonight is all about catching the big fish. The little fish we will have to throw back, letting them get caught on smaller charges.”

Mom said. “Well, it would be a waste after all the time I have spent working on their profiles and costumes we girls have been working tirelessly to make.”

My mother giggled licking her lips when she said. “Costumes? What more does he need to wear other then what he has on?”

Rhoda said. “I would agree, but these Mary’s like it when they are teased bit. They see naked boys all the time; they want to see them, in a variety of different ways. Stringum has told me that according to Mr. Tate, some like to dress them up like little girls, some dress them in little boys clothes because they prefer them young.”

Rhoda ran to the bedroom and grabbed a flyer and profile packet so my mother could see it; while they set the table. My mother flipped the pages seeing each of our profiles. Listing our likes and dislikes, and several pictures; that showed us fully clothed and naked, and close up of our boy parts.

Mom stated, that I looked younger in the pictures, have Dad say they listed me as being 14, that all the boys here are 14 and younger even though they are a couple of years older than that, because they couldn’t refuse young boys, it was when we are 18 to 20 they have the problem. That when we reached that age Mr. Tate takes us off the menu and makes us disappear, or someone of the older guys that still look younger they keep around for training purpose.

Mom hated the idea of us turning tricks, but she had accepted the fact we weren’t doing it for fun, that we only did it because we didn’t have a choice, and it didn’t hurt us. Plus the fact most the boys we have taken. Including Eli liked doing it. Stating they feel nothing but pleasures like the girls do when we do it to them. I was the only one that had a problem with it because I couldn’t get Gloria West out of my mind even though I don’t feel anything, not even pain, but neither do I get the feeling of pleasure.

Dad and Stringum promised her, that nothing bad would happen to me, or any of us boys. That each person will be scanned and patted down at the door, checking for weapons and drugs. Showing her that they had told those that were coming tonight they would be searched and not too bring weapons and drugs. They would have to pay 5,000 dollars in cold hard cash just to get in the door. They can bring their toys and a +1 for extra 1,000 per guest.

Hoping they would bring their boys they have been grooming for tonight and if they wanted to put them on the auction block tonight to bid them out, or to sell them if they could. That a doctor would be on hand to examine the boys or girls they bring with them. However what they didn’t mention was the fact they wouldn’t be going home with them, or would they… if they are on the watch list that we had put together with the help of the government, but none of the children they brought with them would be going back with them. They would either be bought from under them or simply taken from them and be placed into the government's hands to one of my caseworker's coworkers. All I could do was picture lots of full police cars full of bad guys.

Rhoda placed down a plate in front of me and some dinnerware, as she helped set the table around us. My mother said she liked my profile, showing my brother, who wouldn’t be going, not even the Holliman’s boys, being they weren’t prepared, and so I had thought until my caseworker brought it up saying. “So they like them young, what better way than showing off fine tasty treats like my three boys here?”

My mother blanched and said. “You do realize what they are going to be doing at the party?” Having her husband agree with my mother, that it was too much to ask right now.

Mrs. Holliman said. “I am quite aware of that Linda, being as we didn’t come here to play it safe. Sooner or later my boys will be participating in all things; like the rest of the boys here are doing. The way I understand it, that Eli and Eric have been taught the proper way of preparing boys that it doesn’t hurt them; like it would if a rapist or murder got to them like some of the members of the satanic church; where they prefer not to use that method because they consider the pain part of life, before they experience the pleasure.

“I, of course, don’t agree with that, considering I like it when my husband does that to me, and after speaking with several of the boys, and their parents that none of their boys have been harmed by it, and many of them enjoy it as much as we girls do. So I am inclined to let my boys be prepared in all things, and I see too it that my husband will be close by, and won’t let our boys out of his sight. 

"He would blend in better with the bad guys if he brought his boys along as part of the party favors. How bad could it be, if the boys were prepared tonight instead of waiting, until next time, when there won’t be a better time? True they would have the time, to get familiar, but I think knowing these type of men, they would like the chance and bid higher for a boy that’s what they call a virgin, known as a rare commodity to them. ”

My adoptive Mom said. “I am against rushing your boys into this when we have plenty of boys that are capable and willing to do it. Plus they have experience when it comes to pleasuring other boys and men. It’s nothing to have them run naked, its whole different thing in what you are asking them to do. They haven’t even tasted their first penis.”

Again Mrs. Holliman’s said. “My point exactly, they would be fresh meat, they would catch those b******s attention, knowing up front that they were virgins. Which I know from my own experience dealing with these types of people; they consider them a high commodity on the market. We want those kinds of monsters off our streets; we want them to know that they have crossed the line. 

"They have taken these boys and forced them into their cars, and taking them to their lairs where they rape them, and photograph them and sell them to anyone that wants a taste of sweet young boys like my three boys. With their father there and our boys in blue, waiting to swoop down and put them away for a very long time; the risk is minim, and I kill two birds with one stone. The boys and my husband learn from the best, and they get a taste of what we are up against.

“I have been in the same situation when I was I young girl living on the streets of England. When two men forced me into an Ally and rapped me before someone came to my aid before they were done and could kill me. I was lucky, but it taught me the most important lesson, which was what to look for, and how to stay away from them. I learned to dress like a proper lady, making me older then I was, since that’s what they were looking for, a young sweet innocent girl, and I dressed like a young sluty teenager.

“Knowing if I hadn’t or thought my parents knew better, as I dressed in short, short skirts, and halter tops that showed off my perky breasts. They would have left me alone. It’s the same with young boys like my three boys. Never ever let them run without a shirt and long pants without an adult or someone old enough in a neighborhood… that you don’t know everyone on the street. Never let them go swimming with strangers, and that includes boys you don’t know or parents. Water parks and swimming pools are filled with men that prey on young boys that come alone. My boys stay where we can see them, being as they are so young.

“Now I am teaching them, what they can expect when someone isn’t what they thought. So they can recognize the signs when someone does something to get them to have sex with them and plans to hurt them when they are done. What better way to teach them, and with my husband and Eric being so close by. Knowing they can protect them from being harmed. I feel that the risk is minim, and them being virgins will put that disgusting pig right at ease and enough to let his guard down.”

My mother said. “I think you are making mistake, if they were my boys I wouldn’t put them in that kind of danger, knowing what might happen to them, regardless if your husband and my son Eric was there to make sure nothing happened to them. Which is why I am refusing Aaron to go, and I am not letting him participate when it comes to having sex with anyone. Sharing a penis is one thing, and running around the house naked is not a big deal when it is only family and friends, but when you add people that rape and murder children for a living. I want no part of that. I am not willing to take that risk even with a hundred trained men waiting in the wings to take them down with enough evidence that can put them away for a very long time.

“Eric is old enough to make his own decision and he is quite capable of protecting himself and the people around him. However it only takes one time, he can add his grandmother to the list after today, being as we all trusted her not harm him like she did today, and get him out of the house, long before you figured out that was her plan. Knowing you would do anything to make sure he was alright. Only to find out that she using you to help her get him out, so she could get someone to listen to her and stop you from what you are doing.

“I may not agree with what you are trying to do, but I know what Eric is capable of, and worst comes to worst, everyone here would back him up. Considering I had learned that the hard way, but it doesn’t mean I willing to risk Aaron. Knowing he can’t protect himself, and I am not the same mother that doesn’t give a damn about her boys. Aaron is still far too young and I am not willing to risk his life or him getting harmed when the s**t hits the fan.”

My mother put her arms down the front of me and gave me chair hug and several kisses on my head said. “You will be extra careful tonight? I don’t want to explain to your grandmother that she as right.” Dad said, he would make sure of it, being he too didn’t want to explain the next time we see her. That once again he failed to protect me.