Because it…” he paused for a second, “I guess it’s kinda like being an actor. When you are on stage, you assume the role more completely than if you are at a rehearsal or something. Does that make sense?” So,” I began, “I think I want to start with the oldest and work my way to the youngest. Daniel, aren’t you older than David?” Well, sir, there are some private neighborhoods just north of the city along the beach. Lots of money there.” he responded. “Can’t get in unless the guard buzzes you through, though.” Some Tags are for planed content in future chapters. Language: English Words: 6,885 Chapters: 3/? Comments: 7 Kudos: 120 Bookmarks: 23 Hits: 5,353

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To tell the truth, I have no idea how long I sat there in the silence and the darkness. A second? A minute? A year? No way to know. What I do know is that, at some point, the red light began to grow once more and I heard the low rumble of sound begin to fill my ears. Only, the sights and sounds around me were... wrong. Theo and I hadn’t yet had “the talk” and we monitored everything he did online. I suspected, at that moment, that this was the first time my boy had experienced any sort of sexual pleasure and he was ill-prepared to understand it. He was nine, after all, and far too young to have learned to masturbate.

How you doing my little gasmslut? Ready to cum again?” my voice asked, though not by my own intention. You see, I had had an epiphany that day in the airport. A profound change to my worldview which, perhaps more than anything else, nudged my life onto it’s current path. My anger and fear and anxiety had nothing to do with my grandfather nor with the outbound flight. It had, instead, to do with my subconscious desire to abandon the road before me. My schooling in chemistry. A job with a pharmaceutical company. My small circle of friends. My confined and narrow dreams. Well, my girlfriend or, I guess ex-girlfriend now, and I had lots of plans this summer. Her folks own a beach house and we were going to go there for, like, three weeks and just chill. You know? And I had looked forward to just a relaxing vacation; doing what I wanted when I wanted. But Lyle’s parents, who were friends with my parents from college, are going on a summer-long European vacation and were talking about it with my folks and my folks offered to take care of Lyle for the summer instead of him having to go stay with his grandmother in Oklahoma. Then they told me I had to be the one to babysit him during the day because they both work. So I had to cancel all my plans and my girlfriend broke up with me for having to bail on her.” He looked kinda pitiful as he finished. “I’m sorry Lyle. I shouldn’t have been mean to you. It wasn’t your fault.”

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Willy Rowe is always happy to have some fun at the park. Especially considering no one seems to age past 10 anymore, and everyone's bodies have hyper proportions! Willy and his friends make a big, sexy mess of the park, just like they do every day. No sooner had the door to the strange room closed than a new door entered and another ogre, this one dressed in robes and feathers, sauntered in. “You volunteer?” his deep voice rumbled as he approached Leo and began examining the boy from top to bottom. The huge ogre’s fingers poked and prodded Leo’s arms, legs, torso, hard little boyhood, and head before the ogre nodded in satisfaction.

A few moments passed while I fought against my invisible bindings before I suddenly found myself standing. My legs were not my own and I tried to resist. I failed. Then I left the room and took the stairs two at a time, reaching our second floor a heartbeat later while the cold and hot wind continued to buffet me and the reddish glow suffused all the interior lights. My daughter’s room seemed normal. The temper tantrum he had thrown only a few hours earlier had been epic. He'd screamed and threatened and begged but his parents refused to let him attend the midsummer jousting tournament because, in their opinion, he was going to grow up to be a tavern-keeper like them and there was no use thinking above his station. In a desperate bid, Leo remembered telling them that maybe he was going to choose not to grow up at all. Maybe he would choose to volunteer to be an Ogre Jelly and be done with it! I know I became a drone the moment you touched me. But I don’t think you really get what being a drone means, do you?” I shrugged. “Being a drone means that I’m still myself. I am the same person now that I was when I woke up this morning. The only difference between me then and me now is that you are my King. I love you. I love being your drone. I will do whatever you want me to do. In fact, I WANT to do whatever you want me to do.” He looked at me expectantly. I laughed. Relieving myself, I took a moment to stare lustily through the huge glass divider at the four brothers as they soaped up under the hot water that was erupting from six separate shower heads. The shower was massive - easily accommodating the four - and was a beautify mosaic of tan and blue tiles that reminded me of some sort of middle eastern bathhouse. The rectangular room was divided in half by a tile bench that was probably six feet long, allowing several people to sit comfortably while the shower heads sprayed them down. I am. Are you David or Daniel?” I responded with a smile, stretching out my hand over the concrete in an effort to shake the boy’s hand and put him under my spell.Not much. Listen, I’m trying to clean my gutters and I need a second ladder. I know you guys have one. Could I borrow it?” Episode Twenty Eight featured an Arabian Sultan seizing a shirtless young Marcus in the middle of a dramatic scene and kissing the boy right on the lips. The scene was not over the top and fit naturally with the narrative but it made headlines anyway, with loud voices on each side arguing for or against the multi-generational kiss.