Date: Tue, 02 Jun 2020 20:02:52 +0700
From: Bun Bunns <mrbunns@yandex.com>
Subject: The Castle of Lost Children

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The Castle of Lost Children (M/b, b/b, M/b/b, b/b/b, oral, anal, threesome, group, first, cons)

By Mr.Bunns

Anyone who says that the world is fairly divided between black and white is
either a self-righteous hypocrite or one who is too comfortable in the
"white" side of life to notice all the other colors. I'm not sure which one
is worse, but at least I know I could count myself out of their
ranks. Besides, if you have played the game long enough as I have, you'll
know that at some point the lines between black and white became much more
grayer than these holier than thou art types would like you to believe.

You see, even in the "gray" side of life there are rules that you need to
follow. Guys who got clipped by their peers, whacked by their bosses, or
busted by the cops, most of them are driven by that base instinct in
believing they can take whatever they want without any consequences
whatsoever, as if every Hollywood mafia movie ever hasn't told them
otherwise. There are things that you just don't do here in this "world",
and if you're smart enough you might even make it far without saying or
doing the wrong things before ending up in a barrel filled with
hydrochloric acid sinking to the bottom of Tokyo Bay.

Which is why my number one rule is to never drink while I'm on the "job."
Ironic, I know, coming from a guy who based his operations in what the
locals have charmingly called "Booze Town."

Well, that's not exactly true. They actually called it "Booze and Sex
Town."

Actually, that's also not true either. They have a real name for it, but
it's in Japanese and you won't be able to pronounce it without mangling the
language terribly. So for simplicity sake, let's just call this charming
little neighborhood of mine Booze Town.

Indeed, liquor is the smell that lingers in the air as I walk down the neon
lit streets of Booze Town towards the ratty four-storied building where I
ran my business. On the "white" side of the world, this place would have
been a low income apartment building as apparent by the cheap iron
mailboxes that lined its first floor lobby and the graffiti that lined up
the remainder of its inner walls. In my world, however, this twenty
four-units structure is where I control the greater Tokyo Metropolitan
Area, and perhaps even all of Japan itself, through the powers of sex.

As I walked past the entrance hallway I heard an all too familiar sound
from the first door to my right: the muffled howls of a little boy, loud
grunts of an older male, and rhythmic pounding on a creaking wooden bed. I
chuckled as I looked at my watch and took note of the fact that it was
still in the early hours of the evening. Clearly a loyal customer was in a
hurry to come home to his loving wife and two children waiting for him in
his stately suburban manor, and so he decided to come straight from work to
release all of his pent up sexual frustrations here.

I gave the rutting couple some privacy and rounded the bend at the end of
the hall to take the stairs down to the basement. Two raggedy-dressed
gentlemen were here talking to one another, and I gave them a passing nod
as they acknowledged my gesture in the same manner. They may not look like
much, but I can vouch for their skills over the years to make sure that
both our employees are cared for and our guests' evenings run with as
little interruptions as possible.

The other person that made sure everything ran smoothly was in my office
right now balancing my accounts on my computer while balancing a naked
little Chinese boy on his lap. It doesn't take a genius to figure out from
the way the boy was bouncing up and down on the equally-naked portly man's
lap that he had taken the man's cock balls deep in his sweet little hole,
and the thin veneer of sweat coating their bare skins made it obvious that
both man and boy have been at it for quite a while now. The smell of sex
filled up the room despite of the central air ventilation trying its very
best to do its job, and the sweet mixture of cum, sweat, and boyish musk
never failed to get a rise out of me.

I would've fed the man a line about not sampling the goods during work
hours if I hadn't known that this particular "goods" himself was
practically begging to be sampled. This boy, whose name is Xiao Bo by the
way, was an infamous sex fiend even among my stable of preteen adonises who
were always on the lookout for any wayward cocks to plug up their moist
little holes. There is not a single member of my organization, boys or men
alike, who have not had the pleasure of ramming their tools up the
dark-haired, handsome, lean and athletic little boy's love canal much to
his joyous, squealing delight, and that would include yours truly as well.

I tried to distract myself by asking the man for the activity report he
promised me earlier that prompted my visit here, and he dutifully recited
it from memory without even once taking a break from thrusting upwards into
Bo's warm little hole. There were seven children that came under our care
this week, four girls and three boys rescued from various unfortunate
circumstances. The girls were placed on a social care program through the
usual channels whereas all three of the boys joined up with our "special
program" and are waiting for my arrival at the rooftop lounge to undergo
their first day of training.

When the portly man mentioned the three new recruits I swore I could see a
twinkle in Bo's eyes, as the cute little devil gripped the edges of the
table with his hands for support before he slammed his ass down onto the
man's loins even harder than before. I knew what he was thinking as I
thanked the moaning man for his service and told Bo to come up to my room
on the fourth floor once he's done in here. He gave me a sly little smirk,
licked his lips, and closed his eyes before really working the cock he was
riding on.

I closed the door to block out the man's howl of triumph as I made my way
back up the stairs and onto the rooftops. On my way up I saw a man in an
expensive suit with his arms wrapped around the shoulders of a bespectacled
boy with short hair wearing a tank-top and short shorts, the standard
"uniform" of this place for our working boys. Both man and boy gave me a
meaningful smile as they walked towards the door of a room on the third
floor, and I chuckled as I remembered the man from a political speech on TV
about family and traditional values.

I suppose this was one way to "inject traditional values into our youths"
as he had so eloquently put it.

The rooftop landing gave way to an open air area with stacks of wooden
crates and green plastic stools in one corner, broken furnitures on
another, and tiny twinkling lights crisscrossing on haphazard cables
overhead. Blue wooden benches and large red-and-white umbrella-shaped
canopies lined up the end furthest from the staircase, and each one of them
was filled with men enjoying a drink in one hand and a handsome young boy
in tank tops and short shorts in another. The drinks were non-alcoholic to
avoid any complications of course, but that did not seem to be a problem as
the men were already drunk on the boys' company as they gleefully chatted
up the young lads in their arms while copping a feel of their groins and
squeezing their pert little bottoms much to their younger companions'
delight.

Tonight's collection of guests are heads of the local clergy and temples of
worship, store and business owners, some up and coming politicians, and a
few of the regular beat cops that patrolled Booze Town on a daily basis. It
was a rather mixed bag, but being friendly with all key folks from every
walk of life is one of the reasons why no one dared to lift a finger
against my business. I even have a community leader on youth exchange on
deck tonight, presently exchanging saliva with a very handsome youth he was
holding in a rather passionate embrace.

My business tonight was not with any one of them, however, as I turned to
the central part of the open air rooftop where a patch of green astroturf
was painted with white markings to turn it into a miniature soccer
field. There, dashing about on top of the green, was a group of seven boys
in various states of undress playing a rather lively round of mini football
with an equally small soccer ball. Each time one of them scored a goal, the
scorer would point to one child and order them to lose one piece of
clothing, and the pointee would dutifully shuck off the requested clothing
item to the side of the court before the game begins anew.

It was obvious that they were playing as part of entertainment for the
guests, though in no small part for each other's benefits as well since I
noticed just as many stiff little dickies as men's hands squeezing raging
hard ons through their pants while ogling more potential partners for the
night. I decided to keep my interruptions to the fun and games brief as I
called out to the boys, and they abandoned their game temporarily to line
up in front of me, eyes wide and cheeks flushed while each one giggled at
their own various stages of nudity. I told them that I would only need the
three new kids for the night, and while the disappointment in their faces
were apparent, they cheered up rather quickly when I promised them there'll
be other opportunities for us to "play" before I take my leave again
tomorrow afternoon.

As the four remaining players re-arranged themselves into teams of two and
resumed their game, I told the trio to put their clothes back on and to
come on downstairs. While the three of them went to collect their discarded
clothings I caught a glimpse of one of my clients smiling a meaningful
smile at me, and I nodded to acknowledge his message. The old fart is
always on the lookout for new additions to the roster, and I know he was
more than happy to pay a king's ransom to have the pleasures of the new
boys' company.

First things first, however, and I motioned for the three to follow behind
me before all four of us left the open air area and descended back down the
stairs into the building. The dull hum of the fluorescent lights and the
echoing of our footsteps were all the sounds that we could hear as we
cleared the fourth floor landing, traveled straight down the cheap granite
and concrete-walled corridor, and rounded the bend at the first
intersection. We walked a bit further towards the end of the hallway and
stopped in front of a wooden door to the right, where I pulled out a card
key from my pocket and swiped it over a card reader before a loud click
affirmed that the door was now unlocked.

Movie crime bosses tend to lavish their hideouts with many flashy decors to
show off how much of a big shot they were for the audience's benefit. I, on
the other hand, am a real person living in the real world who needed
comfortable furnishings more than a giant solid gold statue of a nude woman
with diamonds for nipples, and so my so-called lair looked no different
than a typical middle-class Tokyo suburbanite's apartment. Getting
comfortable is also the first step of my usual M.O. when breaking in the
new boys, and so after taking off my shoes and shucking off my suit jacket
and tie at the nearest comfy chair, I crossed the living room to the nearby
kitchen-slash-dining room area to open up the fridge looking for
refreshments.

I decided that a bottle of cold soda would be appropriate for my present
company and took one bottle out before setting it down on the kitchen
counter top overlooking the entire apartment. That's when I noticed my
three young charges still have not made any attempt to move from the very
spot where we had entered, looking back and forth between myself and each
other as they hesitated on what to do next. I am quite well aware that
these boys are not as innocent as their appearances might suggest, but to
see them in their current state reminded me of how young they were and how
slow I should take it as I took this opportunity to size each one of them
all up.

If there is such a thing as an "all-Japanese boy" then the first boy would
be it, with his bowl-cut hair, thin eyebrows, and a wide-eyed expression
from his big dark puppy-dog eyes. His skin was lightly tanned and he was
starting to shed off the last remnants of his baby fat, though he was far
and away from the lean, boyish build that his other two companions were
sporting. His file mentioned his name as "Yuuto", meaning "a gentle
person", and judging from the way he was nervously eyeing his surroundings
one would need to take a gentle approach to get to this boy.

The second boy was quite a rare find as he was the kind of child that you
wouldn't expect to be hanging around unsupervised in this part of town. In
fact, you wouldn't expect him to be from any Japanese town at all, what
with his short blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and lightly sun-kissed fair
complexion easily throwing any casual observers for a loop. Yet there was
no denying that he was indeed a local from how he spoke in fluent Japanese
to chastise little Yuuto for fidgeting around so much. "Ken" was his name,
"a healthy one", and indeed he looks to be a very healthy child if the
light tones of forming muscles on his bare arms, legs, and portions of his
chest were anything to go by.

The third boy was also a rare find although not as rare as one would
think. After all, his mocha-brown skin and mop of very short, very curly
brown hair could have passed him as a native from Kyushu instead of a half
African-American, half Japanese descent. "Daiki" was the name given in the
files, "a big great tree", and the boy's physical appearance certainly
embodied that very same definition: tall, muscular, and very attractive
with his strong facial features being a perfect blend of a boy on the very
cusps of manhood. Even his demeanor was as calm as a gently swaying tree in
the breeze as he told his blonde companion to ease up on the youngest boy
with a gentle yet firm tone in his voice.

Looks like my rotund pal from the basement has once again picked a winning
lineup.

I pulled out the special ice maker from the freezer and purposely dropped
one large ice ball into each one of the three whiskey glasses with loud
clinks to catch their attention. Of course I wasn't planning on serving
these minors hard liquors regardless of the circumstances; I just find that
boys would feel more grown-up when they get to pretend that they are
sipping something a lot harder than carbonated drinks and thus feel more at
ease over what was to come. This time was no exception either, as once I
told them to get themselves comfortable on the large couch, they happily
downed the fizzy drink I set on the table before them while grinning from
ear to ear when they swirled the giant ice balls in their glasses like a
trio of accomplished barhoppers.

Once the figurative ice was broken thanks to the literal ones, I decided to
have each one of them share a little about themselves. It was completely
unnecessary because their files already told me everything I needed to
know, but this was yet another important step in assuring the boys that
they are still in control. Besides, it's not like their stories are any
different than what I've heard dozens of times before: abandoned or
unwanted children of society's scums who were taken in by orphanages,
government agencies, and various other community outreach programs that
also happened to be run by many of my regular clients.

Even the tales that led each one of the three through my door were
variations of what I've heard before in the past. Every single one of the
boys have messed around with other boys in their respective foster care,
was either conveniently caught in-the-act by my contacts or heard about the
rumors of this place's existence from their peers, and voluntarily offered
their services in hopes of a better future. It was absolutely no different
than the tale of my first arrival to this secret palace of boys and men,
the only difference being I decided to stay when my fellow working boys
decided to move on to bigger and better things. It worked out just fine for
everyone concerned, because in the process I inherited this place from the
previous owner and sealed the deal by getting the same kind of tattoos as
he had as a symbol of my succession.

I told the trio as much when the subject eventually led back to me, and
their eyes lit up when I reached the tattoo part of my tale before they
asked me if they could see them for themselves. Here is the crucial part of
this process: if either one of them are only curious instead of actual
prime candidates for the job, they would instantly feel uncomfortable when
I took off my dress shirt to show off my tattoos and offered an opportunity
for them to touch either one. This, after all, would presumably be the very
first time they were in the same room with a half-naked man who was
eyeballing their smooth and supple bodies with a lecherous gaze, which is
why I had Bo summoned upstairs so he could escort any one of them who
expressed discomfort to either one of the awaiting gentlemen in the
basement and have them be taken directly back to their respective
caregivers.

That has not happened in the past few years thanks to my staff's due
diligence however, and apparently this batch wasn't any different as they
gleefully roamed their tiny hands on the intricate red koi fish on my left
upper arm and the ornate blue koi fish on my right. As I answered their
standard questions of their meanings and whether or not they hurt, I also
"accidentally" brushed my hands against their loins and was pleased to see
that not a single one of them recoiled from my touch. Soon there were three
boys in tight-fitting short shorts with each one sporting an excited little
bulge, and we smiled gently at each other knowing what was coming next.

A knock on my door confirmed Xiao Bo's arrival as he opened the door and
stepped inside, clothed in his usual tank top and shorts with droplets of
warm water dripping from his short dark hair and light steam rising up from
his body. The cheeky rascal's impeccable timing must have meant he was
listening in from outside right after he had finished his after-sex shower,
which is not the first time he had done this when it comes to new
recruits. I did not mind because his arrival was precisely what I needed,
and as per the routine, I told all three of the boys that I would need to
excuse myself for a quick shower while my young friend will keep them
company for the next few minutes.

Of course I lied and deliberately took much longer than a few minutes in
the shower to allow my trusty partner in crime to set things up
properly. As I scrubbed my muscular body clean, my thoughts wandered off to
the kinds of havoc my dear Bo was wreaking over the three hapless
greenhorns in my apartment's living room right now and made my cock rock
hard just thinking of the possibilities. When I toweled off and stepped out
of the bathroom, I couldn't help but chuckle when I witnessed the setup Bo
had somehow goaded the three new boys into as my hand once again went down
to my hardening shaft.

All four boys have discarded their clothes into a pile on the floor and
were naked as the day they were born. Kneeling between Ken's legs was the
sweet all-Japanese boy Yuuto as he bobbed his head along the caucasian
boy's pale shaft, slobbering all over its pale circumcised length only to
pull back to kiss and lick the tip for a brief moment before plunging back
down to swallow it whole. The owner of the hairless boydick gave his
approval only in a muffled moan, for his mouth was seized by Daiki's lips
clamping down on the groaning lad's own as both black and white boys used
one hand to caress each other's thighs while the other was planted behind
the back of their respective fellator's heads. The ebony young man's large
left hand was particularly rigorous in stroking the back of Bo's head as
the devious little sex fiend had no trouble inhaling the rather impressive
sausage all the way down to its hilt, stuffing everything down with a
suction strength that I presumed to be even stronger than a vacuum
cleaner's judging from how high off the couch Daiki arched his back in
pleasure. Ever the flexible multi-tasker, I also noticed Bo's one hand
reaching out to his left to stroke Yuuto's little pickle, a gesture that
the child seemed to appreciate as he also reached out with one hand to play
with Bo's happy little hard on.

Each involuntary jerk of each boy's body told me that they were already
properly horny when they delved into this foursome, and I couldn't help but
wonder what it was that Bo could have possibly done to make them so hot
under the collar. It only took me two seconds and a slight head turn to my
right to figure out all the answers I needed. There on my
home-entertainment set pedestal rested my 85-inch flatscreen TV, a piece of
furniture that seemed like a piece of Hollywood movie villain's vanity item
but which I can assure you was completely necessary for my work. The TV was
off when I had left the boys to their own devices, but I am willing to bet
anything that Bo had turned it on and used it as a tool for his scheme as I
chuckled over what I saw on screen.

The display was split into twenty four rectangles that relayed the CCTV
feed of the hidden cameras I had discreetly installed in each of the units
of the apartment building for security reasons, including mine own, and
twenty three of those rectangles showed a variety of hardcore sex scenes
between men and boys that are happening live as we speak. Men sucking on
boys, boys sucking on men, large mouths greedily devouring little tongues,
large hands roaming all over shuddering little hairless bodies, large
digits fondling tiny immature genitals, large fingers jammed up tight
little anuses, large cocks driven repeatedly into pert little assholes,
large nut sacks slapping against tiny underdeveloped ones, large bodies
pinning down helpless little ones, large muscular frames bouncing on tiny
ones bent over pieces of furnitures, large torsos covering little ones with
only their little legs visibly kicking about in futility, large loads of
cum sprayed all over innocent little faces, and little faces with drunken
looks as they experienced the largest dry orgasms of the night. Although
lacking in color and sound as well as not of the highest in terms of
picture quality, there was enough visual aid here to make four hormonally
charged young males feel more than just a little hot under the collar and
immediately seeked out a relief that I had no doubt in mind my young
Chinese accomplice readily offered in my absence.

Sometimes it scares me how ingenious Xiao Bo's mind would work as I
approached the foursome and quietly took my place on the couch right next
to them. Ken and Daiki broke their kiss when they noticed me, trails of
saliva dangling from their lips as they both looked at me with a kind of
longing lingering in their eyes. I gave them a gentle smile before creeping
up on all fours towards them and gave them a proper deep kiss one after the
other, each one giving a muffled moan of pleasure when I teased their
tongue and panting heavily when I left their lips. I then gently placed my
hands behind their heads to guide Ken and Daiki back into another
passionate kiss while I trail my saliva down their bodies, licking and
lapping up every inch of their velvety smooth ebony and ivory skins on my
way to their crotches.

My tongue eventually met up with Yuuto's while the little boy was busy
bumping his nose against Ken's hairless loins with each downstroke. I
gently tapped him in the back to allow me to show him how to properly
pleasure a young boy, and he allowed the penis to pop out of his mouth for
mine to have a turn on it while Ken visibly shuddered at the sudden change
of pace. Yuuto was an eager student who never once took his eyes off of me
as I licked the pale boy's shaft, teased the pink bulbous head, and suckled
Ken's taut little eggs, and soon I had my arms around the bowl-cut boy's
shoulders while holding his tiny body close to mine, kissing each other
deeply with Ken's cocklet between our mouths, and reducing the groaning
white boy into a blubbering, whimpering mess under our combined whims.

Inhaling the mixture of Yuuto's sweet body odor and Ken's boyish musk
wafting off his loins, I've decided that this not-so-innocent boy will be
the first to be broken in before picking him up off of Ken's dickie. He was
lighter than a pillow in my arms as I lay him down on the couch with his
head resting on Ken's lap and right within sight of his unattended
cocklet. I then moved down to the dark-haired youngster's loins and dove
straight down to inhale his hard little pickle and near non-existent nuts
into my mouth with one go, causing him to cry out of sheer joy before
settling in for quite possibly the most intense blowjob he had ever
experienced in his young life.

I cupped the boy's buttocks in my hands to ensure he could not escape, not
that I needed to based on the way he was slamming his loins upwards against
my mouth. His tiny hands roamed all over the hair on the back of my head,
and all ten of his teeny tiny toes cramped up as he whimpered and whined
each time my lips kissed the very base of his hairless groin. The child
grew ever more delirious with every smack I left on his silky smooth loins,
and at the height of his arousal he turned his head to this right and
jutted out his tongue to lick Ken's twitching shaft before popping it into
his tiny mouth. Yuuto immediately started practicing all of the techniques
I was using on the older boy's dickie, and judging from the white boy's
constant groans I believe he is quite the accomplished young learner.

It was time for Yuuto to graduate to the final stage of his deflowering,
and I let the little boy's cocklet slip out of my mouth with a pop before
reaching down behind his knees to lift his legs up and raise them over his
head to essentially bend the little boy in half. Bo seemed to realize what
was about to happen, and without once stopping to inhale the black cock he
had in his mouth he reached out with one hand to hold Yuuto's ankles steady
while Daiki lent a hand to hold down the other. The child's pink little
rosebud looked so inviting from where I sat and I wasted not a second
longer to dive right in to plant my lips on his virgin pucker while jabbing
my tongue as far up his hole as it can go. The bowl-cut boy cooed at this
delightful new sensation while his hard little peg twitched about like
crazy, and he closed his eyes while groaning in approval when I tweaked his
weiner with my fingers as I plundered every nook and cranny of his love
hole with my tongue.

Yuuto's whines of delight were silenced by Ken aiming his cock straight at
the little one's mouth, who once again took it like a champ and suckling on
it from the get go, his cheeks dimpling as he siphoned the older male's
genitals with a gusto. His eagerness to please was definitely something
that I can work with, and I rewarded the child with an even more thorough
rimming of his chute much to his delight. I then gave the whimpering boy's
penis a couple more gentle tugs before backing away while grasping my
drooling hard cock in my hand, priming myself to carry out my duties.

Before he could complain about the lack of my tongue tickling the insides
of his keister, I already had the bulbous tip of my cockhead lined up
against his winking hole and sank the tip into his tight little
opening. Just like any other new kid being put to the dick in this
establishment, little Yuuto gasped and cried over what must have felt like
a telephone pole sinking down into his hole. He whined that it was too big
and sobbed that he can't take it all, but I persisted as I buried my cock
deeper as slow and gentle as possible, whispering words of encouragement
and praising him over how brave and strong he was for enduring. Despite his
sniffles he remained quiet afterwards, surrendering himself to his fate as
inch by inch my cock disappeared into his no longer virgin hole, before
finally I could feel myself bottoming out when my pubic hair nestled
against his upturned butt.

Once more I sang praises of Yuuto's resilience, words that elicited a smile
amidst the little boy's tear-streaked face. I leaned in close to seize his
mouth in a gentle yet passionate kiss, tasting the saltiness of the snot
that was streaming freely from his nostrils while my fingers roamed all
over his smooth, flawless body and his soft, downy black hair. The small
child shuddered over my every touch, his senses becoming more and more
sensitive as I could feel his stiff little dink pressing against my
belly. I knew that he was ready for me now, and I wasted no more time
before raising my hips to pull my cock out of his hole ever so slightly and
driving it back down.

If there is one thing I could be proud of is that the length of my cock is
perfect to tease a young boy's immature prostate and make them forget about
the burning pain in their assholes. Little Yuuto was no different as he let
out a loud yelp when the tip of my cock nestled against his sweet spot, no
doubt experiencing waves of unfamiliar pleasure racing all over his tiny
body. His small hands painfully grasped on my arms when I pulled out and
thrust back in once again.

And again. And again. And again.

Soon my hips were rising up and down at a rapid pace as I thrust my cock
repeatedly into Yuuto's anus, accompanied by an increasing crescendo of the
child's high-pitched wails. His tiny hands frantically flailed about from
clinging onto my arms to clawing at my chest, delirious from the waves upon
waves of electrical jolts delivered from his immature prostates all the way
up to his brain. The small dark-haired boy shook his head from side to side
in a feverish manner, and sweat started breaking out of his every pore as I
continued my assault on his poor fanny.

A loud moan caught my ear and I looked up to chuckle over what I
saw. Apparently little Yuuto's ordeal has gotten Bo all hot and bothered
for he was now in-between Daiki and Ken getting skewered in both of his
orifices and loving every second of it. My horny young accomplice
vacuum-sucked the dark-skinned stud's cock with a gusto while pushing his
hips back to match every single thrust of Ken's penis into his butt, no
doubt driving the blonde boy wild as he seized Bo's slim hips with both
hands and pounded into his anus with all of the strength of a virile
prepubescent.

Yuuto's loud squeak brought my attention back to the child underneath me,
and I could tell that he was close to cumming judging from how tense his
smooth, sweat-streaked body was becoming by the second. His virgin canal
was doing wonders to my cock as well, milking my shaft with each
involuntary spasm, and I decided that this sweet little one will be the
very first recipient of my cum for the night as I drove down hard into his
upturned hole and let out a loud growl. The young boy gave a prolonged
whine as his anal muscles contracted rapidly and his tiny pickle twitched
like crazy against my abdomen, pushing me over the edge with two more rapid
thrusts before a deluge of white hot cum shot out of my piss slit to paint
his innards with my seed.

Seven times I cramped up as I delivered each load into his hole, slamming
my pelvis against his perky butt each time and only relenting once I felt I
had given the mewling moppet everything I've had. I eased up and back to
marvel at my handiwork: a limp, sweat covered nude young boy with his hands
on his belly and a glowing expression of satisfaction on his cute round
face. Cum was flowing freely out of his hole, and they joined the deep
stain caused by a mixture of sweat and assjuices seeping into the sofa
cushions.

Truly a wonderful work of art, but this artist is not done painting his
masterpiece yet as I turned my attention towards the threesome happening
right adjacent to the exhausted little boy. The blonde haired boy was
thrusting inside Bo with a fervor now, completely oblivious to the world as
his single purpose in his young life right now was to ravage the insatiable
Chinese boy's asshole underneath him with his pale, slim yet lengthy
cocklet. I figured that this might as well be my chance before giving my
limp cock a few rapid strokes to bring it back into full mast, the prospect
of fucking a fresh set of boy butt being enough to fuel my lust, and I
crept up from behind Ken to aim my cock at his puckering hole.

He might have expected what was coming from the way I crept up behind him,
but nothing could ever prepare a boy for taking a man's cock up the ass for
the very first time and Ken was no different. The white boy's entire body
tensed up as he let out a sharp intake of air between his teeth when I
drove my full length up his pooper, his anal muscles clenching so tight
around my massive cock that I felt like he could break it in half. I
reached around to massage his bare chest and teased his nipples while
kissing his shoulder blades, making him relaxed enough for me to continue
invading his love canal until my pubic hair kissed his smooth round bubble
butt.

Unlike Yuuto, Ken seemed to be the type who puts on a brave face over
anything and everything as I could hear him stifling a pained sob. I know
that anything I say right now would only wound his pride, so I decided to
say nothing while continuing to help him relax while Bo's perky butt was
bumping back on his pelvis and working its magic on the blonde-haired boy's
rigid mast. Once he had regained his composure I asked Ken if he was ready,
and the fair-skinned boy only gave me a quick nod of his approval before
letting out a groan when I gyrated my hips and pulled back only to push
back into his quivering canals.

Breaking in this prideful lad would take a very different method than
Yuuto, for it was a fine balancing act between fulfilling his secret
desires of being ravaged by an adult man and taking care not to make him
feel like, for lack of a better word, my bitch. This included avoiding
kissing him either on the cheek or his lips, touching his hair, or playing
with his nipples or any other sensitive spots that would make him squeal
out loud like a girl. Instead, I placed myself as his collaborator,
adjusting my thrusts to match his to guide him in fucking the little
Chinese boy he was thrusting his boy cock in and out of in front of him,
placing my hands over his on Bo's hips as I kissed the nape of his neck to
make him shudder.

I instructed Ken on all of the favorite techniques I would use to make Bo
squeal with delight, and soon the insatiable little boy was muffling his
moans over the black cock invading his gullet and the white one tickling
his sweet spot. Ken panted like a dog in heat as he savored the delicious
tingles of fucking a younger boy while he himself was fucked in the ass by
an adult man, sweat breaking out from every pore of his smooth, hairless
fair skin. The waves of pleasures from both his front and back must have
been too much for him, for it wasn't too long afterwards I could feel him
tensing up and his anal muscles contracting as the handsome blonde boy
threw his head back and let out a pained howl of victory.

I could feel his tight canal flexing and unflexing rapidly on my cock as
Ken reached his climax, and it took all of my willpower not to unload my
own seeds up Ken's rectum. He needed a bit more prodding before he would
readily accept a man's cock up his pooper, and so I held Ken close from
behind while extracting him from Bo's ass. A thin strand of sticky fluid
connected the tip of Ken's dicklet to Bo's puckering hole, and I was amused
to realize that this blonde child could be experiencing his very first
ejaculation tonight. I felt the weight of obligation on my shoulders
immediately, for I know I would have to make this a night he would never
forget.

Ken's little rod was half limp when I separated the panting boy's body from
the hole he was fucking, but it soon jerked up to full mast when I started
pumping in and out of his anus at a rapid pace. The blonde boy's shocked
gasps told me that he was not expecting a round two, but he seemed to be a
lot more accepting this time as I seized his pale circumcised mast and
stroked it between my thumb and forefinger. He was growing more and more
delirious as my cockhead pummeled his immature prostate, and I held him
close while he thrashed about in my arm from the overwhelming sensory
overload travelling up and down every nerve endings in his body.

I knew neither one of us would last very long at this rate, and so I
decided to put the finishing touches of Ken's deflowering into action right
that instant. Without stopping to fuck him from behind in our kneeling
position, I guided his body to turn around to face away from Bo and Daiki
and towards Yuuto instead. My hand was a blur as I jerked off Ken to the
tune of my rapid thrusts up his ass, and with each passing thrust Ken's
voice started rising up into a crescendo of whimpers until he arched his
back when he crossed the point of no return. I held the blonde boy's sweaty
body close in my arms as I could feel his cocklet twitching like crazy in
my arms to spew what meager clear load it could muster from the pee slit
and splashed them onto the resting child's face, who was looking up at both
of us with a mixture of curiosity and amusement on his cute little mug.

Just as before, Ken's sphincter muscles contracted very rapidly when he
came, and that was all the push I needed as I gave several more hard
thrusts before filling him up with my second load of the night. I slammed
my loins against his pale buttocks each time I delivered bmy sauce up his
canals, coating his hole with a copious amount of my load accompanied by
Ken's soft whimpers of satisfaction. After the eighth or ninth time of
slamming my crotch against his buttcheeks, I relaxed my grip on the blonde
young lad and gently laid him down right next to his younger friend on the
couch, admiring my second addition to the canvas as I geared myself up for
the third.

It seemed as if the dark-skinned had finished with his partner the same
time I did, for I turned around in time to see him tensed up while Bo
visibly gulped down everything the older boy's mighty wood was feeding
him. When both mine and Daiki's eyes met, I knew in that instant that the
rules had once again changed on how to best approach this boy and win him
over to my side. Specifically, how there are obviously no rules that I have
to follow with this young lad, for the way he smiled at me while gently
caressing the top of Bo's head told me that he was the type of boy who
would readily say yes to whatever form of debauchery a man's perverse brain
can possibly think of.

I tested this theory by diving right in towards his smooth hairless face,
coming up very close to his handsome visage that we could feel our breaths
on each other's faces. I opened my mouth slightly and he mimicked me the
same way before sticking out his tongue as I did, leaning his head ever so
slight to allow both of us to invade each other's mouth. We kissed like old
lovers, roaming our hands across one another's bare torso before eventually
settling on our loins and finding each other's cocks and stroking them back
and forth in slow, careful movements.

Unlike his other two companions, Daiki simply exudes a masculine air that I
know some of the men who frequented the place would find intoxicating. His
lean, muscular build and large posture is in stark contrast to the hairless
groin that I was eagerly caressing with my fingers, and yet his healthy
brown cock and low hanging balls were comparable to a young teenager's, an
age he would not be reaching in the next two to three more years if his
files are correct. To top it all off, this dark-skinned adonis was yet
another eager beaver who responded to my every advance with a move of his
own, sighing to my every touch and wrapping his arms around me with each
loving stroke, urging my lust for his body to go even further than before.

When Daiki found my teats and suckled them like a hungry babe, I knew I
would not be able to hold back as I wet my cock and found my third boyhole
for the night to push right on into. He did not resist nor yelp nor cry,
merely sighing in delight while writhing about while his arms pulled me in
close. I could feet his heart thumping against my chest when I bottomed out
on his upturned butt, and he gave me a kiss to let me know that I don't
need to hold anything back on him. That was all the approval that I needed,
and I raised my hips ever so slightly up before slamming it back down to
drive the entire length of my cock back into his moist canals.

For the next few minutes, Daiki's fine-toned body was mine to do as I
please and I pounded him hard from the get go. The tall boy hung on to me
for dear life while I fucked his brown bottom with all of my strength,
panting and moaning in delirious ecstasy while I plundered every hidden
nook and cranny of his wonderfully tight and warm little brown hole. I
noticed that the eyes of the other three boys were all transfixed on me and
their older friend, with Yuuto and Ken specifically staring in awe over how
hard I was fucking Daiki when compared to the careful and deliberate pace I
had set for their own deflowering.

I am sure the trio have their own idea of what is expected of them within
these walls, but I am also sure that watching it from a TV screen would be
a very different experience than witnessing the ordeal firsthand. I
realized that this would be the perfect learning opportunity for the new
kids over what a very horny man could and most definitely would do to a
young boy's ass, and told them all to pay close attention. I then turned
Daiki onto his haunches without stopping to plow his kiddie cunt to make
sure that the three sets of eyes can get a full view of my thick man meat
driving in and out of the brown ass-lips before I gathered all my strength
and pounded his chocolate bottom with everything I've got.

My cock was making wet slapping noises as I pummeled the handsome brown
boy's chute at a furious rate, one hand grasping a handful of his curly
dark hair while the other firmly clamped on his hips. The kid was a good
trooper, enduring the rough manhandling as best as he could while yowling
his delight to high heavens. His sizable boy dick had inflated to its full
rigid length, flopping about miserably while leaking a steady stream of
clear fluids each time my bulbous cockhead punched his guts to tickle that
sweet spot deep inside of him.

I pulled Daiki up and held him close with his head resting on my shoulders
and his back pressed against my chest without once stopping my thrusts, and
the tall boy gave a prolonged moan as this new position allowed me to
easily push up my engorged knob directly onto his prostates and sending
waves upon waves of delicious tingles all over his nerves. My left hand
played with his nipples while the other seized `the great tree' that could
have been his namesake to milk the impressive shaft for its precious
seeds. The masculine child held on to my one arm across his chest, chanting
a litany of gibberish as he was too delirious from the stimulation overload
on his senses and completely unable to hold himself back any longer. I knew
that a couple of more thrusts were all it takes to finish him off, and as
my thrusts and strokes grew in rapid intensity I grinned a devilish grin
while aiming Daiki's hose towards the remaining three boys.

Despite lasting far longer than his other two companions, in the end this
tall and dark adonis I was furiously fucking was just another
hormonally-charged young lad as he arched his back and succumbed to his own
climax. Daiki let out an elongated moan while his hard cock throbbed in my
hand, spewing load after load of thick kiddie cum that arched across the
air before splattering across the other three children's sweaty bodies and
damp little faces. The unbelievable heat of his anus and its contracting
anal muscles also lent a hand to my own climax, and with a loud growl I
injected my full adult load into the brown boy's pert little bottom. Eight
times I slammed my pelvis against his firm rumps while he rained his thick
viscous fluids onto Ken, Yuuto, and a giggling Bo, and on the ninth one I
felt as if my entire stamina was drained out of me completely before
slumping forward on top of the still shuddering child.

The two of us laid still for a few moments before I pulled out of the boy
and clambered over him to lay my head on the damp sofa now reeking of sweat
and sex. As much as I prided the length of my cock and my own stamina,
three boys in a row is a little much without a few timely breaks now and
again. I gathered all four of the panting boys on either side of my arms,
and we occupied ourselves by stroking our bare torsos with our hands and
watching what the other men were doing to the other boys right about now on
the TV.

A pot-bellied middle-aged man has his hands on a small child's bare
bottoms, holding him up as if the boy was a chalice in tribute to the gods,
while the man greedily devoured his genitals much to the squealing runt's
delight. A muscular and handsome young man had a drunken look on his face
as he held the back of two boys' heads over his cock, forcing the
lust-driven lads into a French kiss with his dick in between their
mouths. A threesome enthusiast had one boy assfucking his buddy doggy style
while at the same time he was was plunging his cock into the boy on top's
anus, forcing the two delirious preteens to fuck even harder as the man
seized the hips of the child in front and pulling him back to slam his ass
against his mate's frantic pelvic thrusts.

I smiled as I gazed at the panels one by one, surveying what I believed to
be nothing short of my masterpiece. Each one of the boys on-screen was
personally trained by yours truly to be willing and able to satisfy even
the horniest of men possible, and judging from the satisfied looks on both
the faces of the customers and their boys, it seems that they all took my
lessons to heart and were able to apply them all without fail. The only
thing left to do for the night was to finish up on educating the fresh new
batch, and judging from how hard their dicks were growing from watching
their little friends getting roughly manhandled on screen, I believed they
were ready for their final lessons.

I started them out by telling them to move from the sofa to the bedroom,
where my king-sized bed was more than spacious enough to accommodate four
boys and an adult man comfortably. Once there, we then arranged for Yuuto
and Bo to sixty-nine one another, and once the two youngest members of our
group were happily slurping away on each other's dicklets I had Ken, Daiki,
and myself settled in for a comfortable suck session as well. The bedroom
was filled with loud slurping noises and muffled groans as each one of us
got the dicks in our mouths comfortably stiff and covered with a fresh
shiny coat of spit, slicked and ready for what is to come.

I then separated Yuuto and Bo before laying them face down and asses up on
a pair of comfortable pillows side by side to one another, their puckered
little cherries winking at us in a rather inviting manner. I told the
older, dark-skinned boy to take care of Bo whereas the younger blonde boy
was tasked to work our youngest companion as best as he could, putting
everything they have learned tonight to use for the very first time. Both
Daiki and Ken seemed to take my words to heart as neither one hesitated to
lower their faces onto the younger children's asses and ate out their holes
with vigor, much to the little ones' squealing delight. For long intervals
the pair of small boys cried out with joy while the older preteens teased
their anuses with their tongues as well as stroking their immature dickies
until they twitched endlessly, before they let out small groans of
disappointment when Ken and Daiki withdrew from their holes. They didn't
remain disappointed for long when they gave out loud gasps followed by
prolonged whines when the blonde and dark-skinned lads sank their cocks
into the little one's little holes all the way down to the hilt.

The two children's squeals of delight were music to my ears as the older
boys started thrusting into the younger ones beneath them, the fair-skinned
lad holding on to Yuuto's shoulders to steady himself whereas the handsome
brown adonis opted to lean forward to smother Bo's little frame under his
much larger one. The walls of my bedroom echoed with the sounds of their
rough mating, with the yips and yelps of the smaller children accompanying
the blissful moans and groans of two preteen boys in desperate need of
release, all underscored with the dull thwacks of wet skin slapping against
skin. The scene was deeply arousing to me, and my cock responded in kind as
it throbbed along to full mast while I considered what to do next.

Looking at Ken rabbit-fucking little Yuuto with all his might helped me
decide on my next move, and I crept up as quietly as possible towards the
copulating couple. It was clear that the blonde lad was too focused on
buggering the whimpering child beneath him that he wouldn't notice me
approaching and lining up my cock with his winking hole. I suppose that was
a blessing, for he most likely will not be enjoying the kind of
"punishment" I had in mind for only thinking about pursuing his own climax
with complete disregard of Yuuto's own relief.

The moment I jammed my cock all the way to the hilt Ken's body shook and
shuddered as if a billion volts were racing through his limbs. He howled
out loud when I pumped into him from the get go, no doubt feeling the same
kind of powerful sensations that he got from being sandwiched between Bo
and myself from earlier. But right when he was getting into a steady rhythm
that satisfied both his cock and prostate, I purposely ruined the tempo by
pulling out just enough to leave the horny blonde boy wanting and eluding
his efforts to sink my cock back into his warm canals whenever he tried to
push back his hips.

Ken gave a frustrated groan as each time he seeked to get me back inside
his bum, his cock was forced to leave the warm, moist confines of Yuuto's
love canals and delayed his release even further. He was whimpering aloud
now, desperate for that delicious tingles in his sweet spot as he looked
back at me with a rather miserable look on his cute face. I nodded over to
Daiki and Bo right next to us, who had given Bo a courtesy reach-around and
was pounding his little pud at the same tempo as his pounding of the little
sex fiend's raised little ass. The blonde boy stared at a happily squealing
Bo for a little while before the message finally sank in, and this time he
buried his pale shaft into the gasping little boy's cunt in front of him
before reaching his arms around to tweak Yuuto's hard little pickle and
pinched his coin-sized nipples.

Now that Yuuto was whimpering his enjoyment for the ride as much as Ken
did, I once again lined up my bulbous knob against the blonde boy's pink
little cherry and shoved my entire length into his anus. The blonde-haired
boy and the dark-haired little one squealed together in unison as I set the
tempo for a thorough fucking, although this time the older of the pair kept
his hands around the younger boy to make sure his pud and teats were
continuously teased. I ended up holding them both close while I pounded
Ken's hole with all my might, causing the blonde boy to slam into the
whimpering child below him just as hard and sobbing tears of joy from being
trapped between the warmth of Yuuto's tight sphincter and my ravaging cock
plowing into his anus.

Neither one of the two could contain their climax from such an intense
ramming for too long as already the handsome blue-eyed boy gasped aloud
when the little boy underneath him thrashed about for another bumpy dry
climax, no doubt feeling the rapid tightening of his anal muscles on his
sensitive rod. With my bulbous knob pounding on his sweet spot repeatedly,
the combination was enough to make Ken throw his head back and howled at
the ceiling as he experienced perhaps the most powerful orgasm yet in his
young life. I endured the spasming of his anal muscles as the blonde lad
tensed up, his sweat-slicked back arching up as he tried to shove as much
of his dickie into Yuuto's perky little butt as he could before collapsing
on top of the little boy, both gasping and panting for air with a
thoroughly satisfied look on their little faces..

I carefully withdrew my full mast out of his still quivering boycunt and
turned my attention elsewhere. Daiki seemed to notice my approach, but he
did not do anything to stop me while continuing to work a happily moaning
Bo's butthole while massaging his asscheeks with one hand and stroking the
horny Chinese lad's stiff little peg. When he lowered his head to kiss the
nape of Bo's neck and making the little one shudder, I saw my opportunity
and took my place behind the dark-skinned boy to spread his caramel brown
cheeks open and sank my cum and ass juice-slicked cock into his sweet and
snug boyhole.

Knowing that these two are down for the rough stuff made me throw caution
to the wind and pumped them both hard from the get go. Both Daiki and Bo
sang praises of my efforts in their unified yowls and closing their eyes
while their bodies shook about like a pair of ragdolls from the force of
the intense pounding I was giving them. I alternated between holding on to
the brow-skinned adonis' hips whenever I wanted to slow down the pace of
their fucking and his shoulders when I really wanted to give it to him with
gleeful abandon, each change of pace eliciting different types of groans
and moans from the two violated boys that grew only louder and louder with
each passing second.

I pushed both of them down onto the mattress and used my upper body
strength to pin them down while my hips rapidly moved back and forth to
penetrate the deepest recesses of Daiki's anus, forcing the older boy to
violate Bo's boycunt with the same frantic pace at the same time. The
handsome brown lad's hand balled up into a fist while Bo clawed on the bed
sheets as the bed creaked loudly in protest of the sheer force of the
violent thrusts at the same tune to the two kids' whimpers and whines, and
I knew there was no way either one of the two was going to last any longer
like this. Daiki gave out a protracted squeal when his prostate received
one too many jabs from my knob, and his entire sweat-slicked brown body
shuddered hard when he crossed that sweet threshold once again to inject a
copious amount of his boycum into Xiao Bo's well-trained anus.

I was careful not to lose myself when Daiki's sphincter contracted in the
moment of his climax and ejected myself in time to see Bo drooling on the
bedsheet on the throes of perhaps his best climax of the night yet. But the
night was still young, and as I observed the two pairs of quivering boy
flesh coming down from their mutual orgasms, I realized that I still have a
lot more energy to teach them all of the tricks of the trade. It is not
impossible for any one of these three to be entertaining our guests for far
longer than what is normally expected, and tonight they are going to have a
first taste of what it would be like to be fucked all night long.

Thus after a short break I went on with their lessons, starting with
pounding Ken's pale pink butthole while Daiki fed him the entire length of
his brown sausage. The boy's youthful ability to cum multiple times before
he is truly satisfied was a marvel to behold, as Daiki slammed his pelvis
against Ken's nose without mercy as if he had not just cum many times
before on the same night. The moment the brown boy unleashed his load into
the blondie's mouth was the same moment I let go of my sauce up his pooper,
and we both stuffed Ken up full of our cream fillings to the point that he
was leaking on both ends of his orifices.

From there, it was a free-for-all for anybody to get sucked or get fucked
by anyone in the room. The two younger boys started with sixty-nining each
other while the older boys fucked their asses silly at the same time, and
they all ended up at the ends of my cock with their mouths clamped securely
on an older boy's cum-dripping anus. The two older boys started with
ramming their tools into a squealing younger child's upturned butt, only to
end up squealing like stuck pigs themselves when they were bouncing up and
down along the slicked and hardened length of my sizable cock like cowboys
riding a violently bucking bronco.

I hopped from one child to the next, making sure that every hole was filled
and every shred of their innocence was stamped out with each
earth-shattering kiddie climax. There was no position we did not try at
least once, from the simplest one to the most acrobatic, all for the sake
of ramming a twitching hard cock into a moist warm hole. All four children
were spending half of their time howling their lungs out from feverishly
fucking one another, with the other half spent singing praises of the
business end of my dick ramming up their anuses with their soprano cries of
joy.

Despite the air conditioning, the temperature of the room began to rise
from the heat radiating from our constantly conjoined bodies. Sweat broke
out from every pores, cum was gushing from every underage butthole, and a
mixture of snot, tears, and saliva were smeared on the once innocent little
angels' faces as they nearly went cross-eyed from experiencing some of the
most powerful climaxes in their short young lives over and over
again. Smacking lips, pounding flesh, and guttural animalistic noises were
the only dialog we're exchanging as our colliding bodies spoke much louder
of the hunger that was burning in our bellies for one another's flesh, one
that never seemed to be sated no matter how many times we managed to reach
that blissful, powerful release.

Ken became a favorite for all four of us, as we each took a turn on either
the blonde boy's mouth or his lilly white ass. I bounced him with a gusto
on my lap while Daiki fed him his entire length of his cock, and once we
have climaxed on either holes Bo would hop onto his pale shaft and ride him
for all he was worth while Yuuto clamped his mouth on his jutting little
nipples. The blue-eyed boy would yelp, squeak, and squeal each time any one
of us bit his nipple or devour his cocklet or ram our dicks into either his
tight hole or pouty mouth, but not once did he try to run away as he
allowed the wave after wave of onslaught to drive him wild and shoot off
what meager load of kiddie cum he could offer into the air, on the bed
sheet, or even in another boy's moist, cum-drenched hole.

I then arranged for all four of the boys to penetrate each other at the
same time, with Yuuto at the very front and Bo shoving his cocklet into his
hole, all while Ken was pumping the Chinese boy's guts while Daiki buried
his sweet brown log up the blonde haired boy's chute. I brought up the
rear, or rather slid into Daiki's rear, while setting the pace for a
comfortable fucking that was appreciated by all four of the whimpering,
shuddering boys. Mouths were panting, hands were roaming, and cocks were
twitching in tight clamping anal muscles, save for Yuuto's which was
mercifully twitching in Bo's expert fingerworks instead. All four of them
were delirious when they came, sweat pouring from their flawless, hairless
bodies as they shook and shuddered for who knows how many times for the
night.

The last thing that I remembered before falling asleep was Daiki shooting
off his cum like a fountain jet to splatter all over the remaining boys'
tired yet satisfied bodies strewn about on my bed. He was still on top of
me when I woke up, cum splattered across his body with a very satisfied
look on his comatose face. In fact, the scene was still very much the same
this morning as it was when we ended our night of fun, with Yuuto laying
beside me with his head on my left arm and Ken still had his cock buried in
Bo's butthole while both were leaking cum from their respective holes.

I chuckled as I surveyed the damage under the early rays of the morning sun
breaking through the blinds, for there is no way my staff would be able to
clean this bedsheet up and would have to resort to burning it
instead. That's fine with me. If the night's take is as good as what I
guessed it should be, we wouldn't have to worry about operation costs for
the next four months.

Hell, we're still operating from the excess budgets from four months ago
right now. Money is, after all, not a concern if you are connected to the
right people.

As much as I wanted it to be true, this is no time to laze about all day
with naked, virile young boys on either side of my arms. I carefully
escaped from the bed and made sure the boys were warm under the blanket
before showering and putting on a set of spare clothes from the living room
closet. The silence of daybreak told me that my clients had all vacated the
premises last night, and the only people left here were my staff gearing up
for the morning after clean up and the sleeping boys remaining in each one
of the rooms in the building. I hung a "Do Not Disturb" sign on my door,
thinking that the new kids deserved a few more hours of rest, and went down
the stairs to the basement.

The portly gentleman in my office was busy typing on my computer at the
moment, and I wondered if he actually has a home that he went off to at the
end of the day. Regardless, he proved his worth to me once again as he
reported that the previous night's tabs have been settled, and that even
after transferring the large amount of funds to the offshore accounts of
the "family", the operating costs were once again not an issue. I asked him
about the boys' financial security, and he showed me that the funds for
both their monthly allowances and the long-term accounts only to be made
available to them once they have come of age have been deposited. I thanked
him for his services, told him about what I wanted to be done for the new
kids, and made my way out of the room once he had confirmed that everything
is under control.

The sun was starting to rise when I stepped out of the basement and onto
the streets right outside of the building. I took in a deep breath of the
fresh morning air before turning to look back at the ratty, old
four-storied building that has become my second home. With the neon lights
off and the bright sunlight casting down on its chipped paint and outdated
looks, the place was a mere shadow of itself in its glory days when both me
and my friends were first brought here as innocent little boys a long, long
time ago.

But even as the passage of time continues to wear it down, I can never look
at this building without feeling a sense of excitement in my heart. In
fact, I can still remember what I said when I turned to my fellow
prepubescent companions at the time to share what I saw: a castle, an
exciting towering structure filled with mystery and wonder for all of us
children to discover and be lost into. Indeed that was the first thing we
did that very same night: wandering around its halls to discover every
secret entrances and hidden rooms to our hearts contents, squealing with
joy and glee before we discovered the biggest secret of it all that very
same night that made us all squeal even louder under the expert, caring
hands of the previous owner.

Now as an adult, I stood watch over this castle of lost children as its
current guardian to carry on the duties that the man I respected has passed
on to me. I swore on the visage of the towering structure that I will
continue to make sure all who are inside to be safe and cared for well into
their future, until such time would come where it would be my turn to pass
on the mantle to another young man who shares my passion for this small
kingdom we've carved for ourselves. I chuckled over how the early morning
air had a tendency to put me in a rather melodramatic mood, before stepping
out into the streets to join the early morning crowds that began flooding
the roads on my way to report to the organization's headquarters.

Another night came to an end, another day begins, and with it the promise
of a better tomorrow.

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