Boy Power House
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
43
Views:
3,426
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction about oral & anal sex between men and young boys. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Chapter 4
©2007 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
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Chapter 4
Date: Saturday, August 20, 2005
Place: McDonalds, Brewster, New York
Mike asks, "Is that all he bought you? One lousy hamburger?" The brothers nod. "For both of you?"
"Yeah, they get their own kids big meals. All they want." The younger boy is now talking through sobs. "I was so hungry. I grabbed one of Sissy's french fries when I thought they wasn't looking."
"And that's when he hit you and called you a thief." Greg shakes his head in indignation. Nelson comes back with two supersized meals and sets them in front of the strangers. They dig in as if they hadn't eaten in days. "I'm Greg, and this here is Mike, we're both 11. And this is Nelson, he's an old man, hehe."
A slight glint of a smile crosses the older brother's lips. "Yeah, I kinda guessed that. Thanks for the food, Mister." The younger boy doesn't stop eating but nods his head in appreciation. "My name's Brian, and my brother is Jeremy."
Greg and Mike continue eating, not so much from hunger, but to keep their new friends company. Greg asks, "So how old are you two?"
"I'm almost 13 and Jeremy's 10." Nelson does a double take. He'd have never guessed they were that old. They look so small. He has a thousand questions he doesn't ask. He knows that their contemporaries, Greg and Mike, will elicit much more information from them than he ever could. So he sits back and listens as the four boys talk and munch, only leaving to refill a drink cup now and then. In a while, the story emerges. After their parents' tragic deaths, they were shuffled around by the system through a string of foster homes until they landed with the McLaughlins. Chuck, the father, treats them like second class citizens. They are given minimal meals and one bed in the basement to share.
Mike asks, "Does he beat you a lot?" They nod. Nelson goes back inside and Brian explains, "We're sick of going from one home to another. You never know if the next one will be worse, or if they might split us up. So we made a pact to stick together, put up with all the shit, and somehow we'll make it through together."
Nelson comes back with four ice cream sundaes. The four boys grab the cups and start happily licking their spoons. For the first time, Jeremy and Brian look happy. Jeremy is even giggling as melting ice cream drips down his fingers. Nelson finally speaks up. "Say, little Jeremy, you don't need to eat standing up. There's room to sit down."
"Shit, yeah," says Greg, "sit here by me." Jeremy shakes his head.
"My brother'd rather stand." Both brothers' smiles suddenly disappear again.
"Uh, is your ass sore?" Mike hesitates to ask. Jeremy's eyes water. "Did Chuck spank you this morning?" He shakes his head no. "Did he whip you?" Another no.
"Look, he doesn't want to talk about it, OK?" Brian is getting defensive.
"It's OK, Brian. Don't yell at them. They been real nice to us." He gives his brother a hug.
"Yeah, I'm sorry, Mike. It's just it's like it's embarrassing and all. No, more than that. It's terrible. I hate it when Chuck does it to me, but he shouldn't do it to Jeremy too."
Mike is confused. He's about to ask, "What..." but Nelson intervenes. He's already figured it out.
"Chuck raped you last night, didn't he? That's why your bottom is sore." Jeremy's hung head proves he is right. "The Bastard!"
Greg gets up and gives his new friend a big hug. "It's ok, kid, let it out." All four boys are now in tears, but Nelson isn't crying. He's furious. Through more sobs, the story comes out. Every Friday night, as the family heads out to dinner and a Broadway show, Chuck handcuffs the two foster children to their bed "so they won't steal stuff while we're gone." Later when they come home, Chuck waits until his wife and children are asleep and then comes down to the basement to fuck Brian. Last night, while he was starting to pound his cock deep into Brian's hole, Jeremy told him to stop it. Angrily, he pulled out of Brian's ass, lifted Jeremy's legs and fucked him instead.
Nelson asks, "Doesn't a social worker ever come around to check on you guys?"
Brian laughs. "Yeah, usually she's too busy so she just calls and asks to talk to us. Chuck is right there making sure we say the right thing. If she does come around, Mrs. McLaughlin shows her the guest bedroom and says we sleep there. And when we look sad, she just thinks it's 'cause our folks is dead. We ain't been in the system long, but it's long enough to know they ain't gonna do nothin' for us. They don't want no more trouble."
Again Mike is confused. "If they hate you so much, why did they want to be a foster home?"
Brian laughs again, but Nelson already knows the answer. "For the money. You see, Mike, New York gives the McLaughlins money each month to cover food and clothes and other needs for Brian and Jeremy. They're using the money themselves to go to Broadway shows."
"The fuckin' bastards! THEY'RE stealing from YOU, not the other way around. Nelson, we can't let them go back to that house."
"I know, Mike. Boys, finish your ice cream. You're coming home with us." Mike and Greg take their new friends' sticky hands and lead them to the car.
"Where do you guys live?"
"In Boy Power House."
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As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Chapter 4
Date: Saturday, August 20, 2005
Place: McDonalds, Brewster, New York
Mike asks, "Is that all he bought you? One lousy hamburger?" The brothers nod. "For both of you?"
"Yeah, they get their own kids big meals. All they want." The younger boy is now talking through sobs. "I was so hungry. I grabbed one of Sissy's french fries when I thought they wasn't looking."
"And that's when he hit you and called you a thief." Greg shakes his head in indignation. Nelson comes back with two supersized meals and sets them in front of the strangers. They dig in as if they hadn't eaten in days. "I'm Greg, and this here is Mike, we're both 11. And this is Nelson, he's an old man, hehe."
A slight glint of a smile crosses the older brother's lips. "Yeah, I kinda guessed that. Thanks for the food, Mister." The younger boy doesn't stop eating but nods his head in appreciation. "My name's Brian, and my brother is Jeremy."
Greg and Mike continue eating, not so much from hunger, but to keep their new friends company. Greg asks, "So how old are you two?"
"I'm almost 13 and Jeremy's 10." Nelson does a double take. He'd have never guessed they were that old. They look so small. He has a thousand questions he doesn't ask. He knows that their contemporaries, Greg and Mike, will elicit much more information from them than he ever could. So he sits back and listens as the four boys talk and munch, only leaving to refill a drink cup now and then. In a while, the story emerges. After their parents' tragic deaths, they were shuffled around by the system through a string of foster homes until they landed with the McLaughlins. Chuck, the father, treats them like second class citizens. They are given minimal meals and one bed in the basement to share.
Mike asks, "Does he beat you a lot?" They nod. Nelson goes back inside and Brian explains, "We're sick of going from one home to another. You never know if the next one will be worse, or if they might split us up. So we made a pact to stick together, put up with all the shit, and somehow we'll make it through together."
Nelson comes back with four ice cream sundaes. The four boys grab the cups and start happily licking their spoons. For the first time, Jeremy and Brian look happy. Jeremy is even giggling as melting ice cream drips down his fingers. Nelson finally speaks up. "Say, little Jeremy, you don't need to eat standing up. There's room to sit down."
"Shit, yeah," says Greg, "sit here by me." Jeremy shakes his head.
"My brother'd rather stand." Both brothers' smiles suddenly disappear again.
"Uh, is your ass sore?" Mike hesitates to ask. Jeremy's eyes water. "Did Chuck spank you this morning?" He shakes his head no. "Did he whip you?" Another no.
"Look, he doesn't want to talk about it, OK?" Brian is getting defensive.
"It's OK, Brian. Don't yell at them. They been real nice to us." He gives his brother a hug.
"Yeah, I'm sorry, Mike. It's just it's like it's embarrassing and all. No, more than that. It's terrible. I hate it when Chuck does it to me, but he shouldn't do it to Jeremy too."
Mike is confused. He's about to ask, "What..." but Nelson intervenes. He's already figured it out.
"Chuck raped you last night, didn't he? That's why your bottom is sore." Jeremy's hung head proves he is right. "The Bastard!"
Greg gets up and gives his new friend a big hug. "It's ok, kid, let it out." All four boys are now in tears, but Nelson isn't crying. He's furious. Through more sobs, the story comes out. Every Friday night, as the family heads out to dinner and a Broadway show, Chuck handcuffs the two foster children to their bed "so they won't steal stuff while we're gone." Later when they come home, Chuck waits until his wife and children are asleep and then comes down to the basement to fuck Brian. Last night, while he was starting to pound his cock deep into Brian's hole, Jeremy told him to stop it. Angrily, he pulled out of Brian's ass, lifted Jeremy's legs and fucked him instead.
Nelson asks, "Doesn't a social worker ever come around to check on you guys?"
Brian laughs. "Yeah, usually she's too busy so she just calls and asks to talk to us. Chuck is right there making sure we say the right thing. If she does come around, Mrs. McLaughlin shows her the guest bedroom and says we sleep there. And when we look sad, she just thinks it's 'cause our folks is dead. We ain't been in the system long, but it's long enough to know they ain't gonna do nothin' for us. They don't want no more trouble."
Again Mike is confused. "If they hate you so much, why did they want to be a foster home?"
Brian laughs again, but Nelson already knows the answer. "For the money. You see, Mike, New York gives the McLaughlins money each month to cover food and clothes and other needs for Brian and Jeremy. They're using the money themselves to go to Broadway shows."
"The fuckin' bastards! THEY'RE stealing from YOU, not the other way around. Nelson, we can't let them go back to that house."
"I know, Mike. Boys, finish your ice cream. You're coming home with us." Mike and Greg take their new friends' sticky hands and lead them to the car.
"Where do you guys live?"
"In Boy Power House."
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.