Date: Sat, 20 Apr 2013 04:00:42 -0700 (PDT) From: Robert Subject: Conrad Evans Family Legacy 1 Attention Readers - Please donate to Nifty.org to help support and maintain this free service. I encourage you to donate to Nifty today! Go to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html PLEASE DO ME THE FAVOR OF READING THE BELOW DISCLAIMER NOW AS IT WILL ONLY BE POST WITH CHAPTER ONE Disclaimer: This story will involve multiple themes including, but not limited to: incest, sex between men and boys (age 10+), sex between boys (10-17), domination/submission, bondage, spanking, watersports, and psychological manipulation. But not all of these are in every chapter. If any of these offends you and encountering them at some point in the story will get your panties in a bunch or cause you to send me a nastygram, then stop here and find another story to read. If you can skim past something that might not be your cup of tea and still enjoy the story, please read my story cause I like imagining people are reading it and enjoying it. There will be sex in every chapter but in the first few chapters there will also be a lot of set up as I introduce the main characters, the setting, and a little bit of plot to move things along. I enjoy hearing feedback from my readers so please send me an email with your thoughts and suggestions on what you like to see. I am providing myself a lot of flexibility on where this story goes and what it includes so if you have something you think would make it better, let me know. My email is: robertx5sf@yahoo.com This story is entirely a fantasy, set in a vaguely mid-western/northeast small city in the contemporary USA, and is completely made up. Also, there are no sexually transmitted diseases in this alternate reality so no mention is made of safer sex practices. In real life there are STD's, including deadly ones, so educate yourself and do not risk your life and health for sex, no matter how hot someone is. This is a work of fiction. All characters portrayed in this story are fictional and not representative of anyone living or dead. I have used names at random, combining first names with random last names, if these names are similar to any real person, it is purely coincidental and accidental. Copyright (c) 2013 by robertx5sf@yahoo.com, all rights reserved, may not be reproduced in any form without the author's consent, with exception of the license granted to Nifty.org per Nifty's terms of use. *** CONRAD EVANS FAMILY LEGACY -- CHAPTER 1 Colt stood in front of the mirror doing dumb curls. He watched his form, as he finished his last set of curls, music pounding into his head through the ear-buds connected to his smartphone. Once he was finished, he set the dumbbells down and checked himself out, posing and flexing to check on his development. 'Not bad' he thought to himself as he looked at his fourteen year old body in the mirror. He was 5'8", a little taller than average for his age, and weighed 140 pounds. His medium length light brown hair, which was normally wavy, was currently matted down with sweat. His blue nylon shorts and blue Lycra workout shirt caused his pale blue eyes to appear brighter than normal. Colt was in great shape due to his daily workouts and healthy diet. Two of the many benefits, of living at The Conrad Evans Home For Boys, were the gym and an individualized nutritional plan. Of course, the luxuries provided by the Home came at a price. It was a price that Colt was finding increasingly harder to pay. Colt was reminded of that price when he heard Roger's voice come out of the intercom on the wall, "Colt, report to the waiting room." Colt looked up and noticed the time, it was ten minutes till seven. He sighed. 'Fuck, the Benefactor wants me tonight', he thought. He turned and waved at one of the security cameras that monitored the weight room, signaling that he had heard the order. First though, the fourteen year old jock headed upstairs to his room and dropped off his phone. He didn't bother showering, or even changing. He knew the Benefactor wouldn't care that he was covered in sweat. As Colt exited his room, he saw Derrick down the hall, about to enter his own room. Derrick was a slim blond hair, blue eyed twelve year old. Colt thought he was a real cutie. He was one of Colt's favorite fucks at the group home. Despite being skinny, Derrick had a big bubble butt and really got off on getting it plowed rough. Derrick saw Colt and waved. "Hey, Colt. I just heard that you and Billy are the lucky boys tonight," said Derrick. The younger boy was always jealous when he wasn't chosen to service their Master. "I'm sure you'll have more fun than me tonight," replied Colt. It had been a month since he had to give up his ass to the Benefactor. Hoping to distract himself from the thought of having to submit to someone, Colt walked over and grabbed Derrick, wrapping the smaller boy up in his arms and hugged him. He then reached down and grabbed the boy's butt checks in his hands and gave them a squeeze. "Baby boy, I'm gonna need to tap that ass of yours when I get done tonight. Can you wait up for me?" asked Colt. "Sure, Colt. You know I love getting fucked by you. You're my favorite," said Derrick as he rubbed his jeans covered cock against Colt's sweaty thigh. If it had been up to Colt, he would have preferred spending the entire night fucking Derrick instead of servicing the mysterious man that used the boys of the group home as his personal harem. The fact that Billy was summoned as well troubled Colt. Billy was seventeen and pretty close to his eighteenth birthday and graduating out of the Home. It had been two years since Colt had last been asked to perform with an older boy. That was when the man and John, who was seventeen at the time but who had left for college last year after turning eighteen, took turns spit roasting the twelve year old Colt. Every few minutes they would exchange places and Colt had to suck the cock that had just been in his ass. Colt enjoyed sex with boys and men, but he preferred to be the one in control, not the one being used. Colt gave Derrick a quick kiss on the top of boy's blond head, then released him and headed downstairs to the waiting room. The waiting room was very similar to what one would find in a doctor's or professional's office. Several chairs and a couple small tables littered with slightly out of date magazines that the staff left there. There were four doors and no windows. The door Colt just enter from led to the stairs to the upper two floors that consisted of the living quarters and common areas for the boys. The door across from that, led to the administrative area and public entrance to the Home. The door to the left of the one Colt used to enter the room, led to a office. The last door, the one to the right, led to a hallway with additional rooms, several of which Colt had been in and a couple he had never been in yet. But the most important room down the hallway was the elevator that led downstairs to the private playrooms of the man the boy's referred to as the Benefactor, but called Sir or Master in his presence. Billy was already in the waiting room when Colt arrived. Billy was seventeen, just under six feet tall and about 140 pounds. He was leaner and less muscular than Colt. He had straight strawberry blond hair and hazel eyes. Almost immediately the Benefactor's voice spoke from the intercom, "Billy please come down, Colt remain in the waiting room until I call for you." Billy leapt to his feet and went through the door. Colt sat down and waited. After about five minutes the man's voice again came out of the intercom, "Okay Colt, I'm ready for you". Colt reluctantly got up and went through the door. The hallway on the other side of the door, like the waiting room, reminded Colt of a professional medical building. It was a sterile, hallway lit by florescent lights with four doors evenly spaced on the right side and an elevator door at the opposite end. Colt head down to the hallway to the elevator door, it opened as he approached. He entered the elevator and it quickly closed then descended to the basement level. Colt knew that one of the adult staff was monitoring the security cameras and controlling the elevator remotely. The door opened and Colt entered the Master's main playroom. There was a king sized bed on the wall opposite the elevator. On the left side of the room was a table with two comfortable sitting chairs. There was a door on the far end of the wall on that side that led to additional themed playrooms. On the right side was a wall that had a door that was flanked by two St. Andrew's Crosses. The door led to a large bathroom. The wall with the door to the elevator was covered in mirrors, and there was a large mirror over the bed. There were also lots of hooks built into the walls, ceiling, and bed. Underneath the bed were drawers where a variety of bondage and S/M gear was stored. Billy and the Master were sitting in the chairs at the table. Billy was already naked, his clothes piled neatly next to the elevator door. The man was wearing only a bathrobe. He was about fifty years old, six foot tall and in decent shape, he had just a slight ponch but the rest of his body was fairly toned. His light brown hair was mixed with gray but in the right light, the gray would blend in and make his hair appear almost blonde. He was clean shaven and had hazel eyes that would pick up and reflect colors, so now his eyes appeared green, the same color as his robe. "Strip," the man commanded after Colt closed the door. Colt immediately took off his shoes and socks, placing them next to Billy's clothes. He then stripped off his Under Armor workout shirt, folded it and put it on top of his shoes. Then in one quick motion he stripped off his shorts and jock, stacking them on top of his shirt. He knew the man would have preferred for Colt to stretch out the process and preform a striptease for him as Billy likely did, but Colt was always trying to find ways to rebel. The man had told him to strip, so Colt would do it as quickly and unerotically as possible. Once he was naked, Colt turned towards the man, but kept his hands at his side. The man glanced over at Billy and jerked his head in the direction of Colt. Billy immediately got up and stood next to Colt facing the man. Billy spread his legs and clasped his hands behind his head, pushing his chest out. He did his best to lightly flex as many of his muscles as he could. Colt knew the man was using Billy to demonstrate the behavior he expected out of Colt, but he could not bring himself to do it without being forced. When the man looked over at him, Colt could see the disappointment in his eyes. Finally, the man gave the command, "Colt, present." Colt spread his legs, puffed his chest out, and put his hands behind his head, assuming the identical pose as Billy. The man got up from his chair and inspected the boys. Billy, the seventeen year old was completely hairless from the neck down while Colt at fourteen had small tufts of hair under his arms and a small patch of brown hair above his cock, which was still soft. Billy's uncut cock had gotten hard as soon as he presented his body to the man for inspection, growing to its full six and half inches. Colt knew that Billy was one of the most submissive boys at the group home. Colt had fucked Billy just a couple times in the past but had not fooled around with him recently. "Colt, why don't you remove your body hair? You know I prefer my boys hairless," said the man. "Because Sir, I like my hair, and you haven't ordered me to remove it," replied Colt. "Is what you like more important to you than what I like?" asked the man. Colt considered how to respond for a second, the man sensed his hesitation. "Answer me now boy!" he barked. "Yes, Sir, it is, at least to me," answered Colt. The man shock his head and sighed. "Colt, do you know why Billy is here tonight?" asked the man. "Either to show me up or fuck me, or maybe both...Sir," answered Colt, almost spitting out the last honorific. The man reached down and grabbed Colt's cock. Even soft it was almost as big as Billy's. It was thick, heavy piece of uncut meat, resting on Colt's large hairless ball sack. "The thought of getting fucked doesn't excite you Colt?" asked the man as he started to knead Colt's cock and balls. "No...Sir," said Colt. Colt knew the rules of the group home. He had learned them shortly after he had arrived at age ten. They had been explained to him by Riley, the older boy that had served as Colt's mentor upon his arrival at the Home. The rules were very simple, the boys had to do everything the man asked, always address the man as Sir or Master, and never, ever, lie to him. "Would you prefer if instead I brought Derrick or Jonah in and let you fuck one of them? Would you prefer to hear one of the little boys whimpering as you shoved this large cock inside them?" asked the man. Colt's cock answered for him as it started to harden as Colt thought about fucking the two youngest residents of the home. "Yes Sir," said Colt, not sure if the man expected him to answer or not but erring on the side of caution. "Well too bad Colt. You don't get what you want here, I do," said the man, his tone harsher now. He released Colt's cock then quickly brought his hand up slapping Colt's balls hard. Colt yelled out in pain, but kept his position. His cock quickly started to deflate. The man walked back over and sat down in a chair. "Both of you, get on the bed," he ordered. "Yes Sir," responded the boys, but not in unison; Billy had answered a second before Colt. Billy sat down on the edge of the bed nearest the man, facing him and his eyes downcast, waiting further instruction. Colt went around to the far side of the bed and laid down on his back. "Billy, fuck Colt," said the man. "Yes Sir," replied Billy. Colt was getting angry. It was obviously that the man was testing Colt, trying to prove some point to him. Colt didn't like getting pushed around, he didn't like people trying to prove things to him. If the man wanted something out of him, he should just come out and say it, instead of playing mind games. Billy reached over and grabbed a bottle of lube from the headboard. He looked over at Colt, expecting him to roll over. Colt didn't move, he didn't even look over at Billy or acknowledge him in any way. "Come on Billy, roll over or lift your legs so I can fuck you," said Billy. "No," said Colt angrily, something about the absurdity of this whole evening was getting to him and making him be more rebellious than usual. Billy was unsure of what to do. He looked back over at the man. There was no help coming from that direction, the man just sat their silently watching him. Billy turned back to Colt. "Please Colt, I have to fuck you, you know the rules," whined Billy. Colt snapped at him, "I know the fucking rules you pussy! He gave you an order, not me. You want to fuck? We can fuck but unless I'm ordered otherwise, its going to be on my terms," growled Colt. He quickly sat up and grabbed Billy by the back of the neck and wrestled him down to the bed. In a matter of seconds, he had Billy pinned face down against the mattress. He rolled on top of the older boy, leaned in close and spoke into Billy's ear, "You don't really want to fuck me Billy, you want to get fucked by me, but you're too much of a coward to let him know how you feel, I'm not. I'm going to make you not obey his order. You're a little bitch Billy, you're not a man." Exerting his dominance like this over Billy had caused Colt's cock to become fully erect. Without bothering to use any lube from the bottle that was still in Billy's hand, Colt thrust his hard seven inch cock up Billy's ass. As Colt expected, Billy's ass easily accommodated him. Billy was still lubed up from an earlier in the day when he had gotten fucked by Grant, the Home's Director. "Yeah, you got a nice ass Billy. Come on, you slut, milk my cock with your ass," said Colt as he picked up his pace, pounding his dick into the older boy. He fucked Billy hard, working up a sweat. After five minutes of thrusting in and out of Billy's ass while verbally abusing him, he felt Billy start to shake underneath him as the boy had an orgasm from the rough fuck he was receiving. Since he hadn't cum yet that day, Colt was rapidly approaching his own orgasm. "Colt, stop," ordered the man. Colt gave one final hard thrust then reluctantly stopped with his dick buried in Billy's ass. "Get off him," said the man, still sitting in the chair. Colt reluctantly pulled his cock out of Billy's ass, but looked down longingly at the stretched and abused hole as it slowly started to close back up. After Billy was able to clinch it back shut, Colt rolled off of him and lay back down on the bed. "Billy, you can leave. I am done with you for tonight. I will punish you next time for not obeying my order," said the man. "Yes Sir. Sorry Sir," said Billy as he crawled off the bed. He walked over and picked up his clothes then pressed the button to open the elevator doors. He stepped into the elevator, still naked. A few seconds later the door closed, leaving Colt and the man alone. Colt lay on the bed wondering what was next. He knew the man was testing him but he couldn't help himself from pushing back as much as he could without technically breaking the rules. "Colt, come over here and sit down," said the man motioning to the chair on the other side of the table. "Yes Sir," replied Colt, out of habit as he did as instructed. Colt was confused, part of him was desperate to defy the man as much as he could, but another part of him obeyed out of habit. A habit built up over three and half years of obeying the man. "Do you like living here Colt?" asked the man in a neutral tone once Colt was seated. "Yes Sir, I do. Very much, Sir. Thank you for letting me live here Sir," replied Colt, afraid all of a sudden that he might have pushed the man too far and hoping to soothe the man's wounded ego. "You know, you can ask to leave at any time. Social services will find you a new place to live, perhaps a foster home or another group home," said the man. "I know Sir, but I do not wish to leave Sir," said Colt. "Yet you are unwilling to show me respect or even appreciation for providing you this refuge," said the man, "Why is that?" "Sir, I do appreciate what you have provided, but our agreement is that I will do everything you tell me to do, not that I will like doing it. Sir, I'm sorry I'm not like Billy. I don't enjoy being ordered around," said Colt. Since one of the rules was to never lie to the man, Colt hoped that he would appreciate his honesty. The man just stared at Colt for a few minutes. He had a thoughtful expression on his face, as if he was trying to reach a decision. Finally, the man nodded and said, "You can go Colt, you are done for tonight. But dress before you leave." "Yes Sir. Thank you Sir," said Colt. He got up and went over to where his clothes were by the door. He took his time dressing. He actually liked showing off his body, and thought perhaps that after the tension of the evening, it might be a good idea to appease the man somewhat. As he pressed the button for the elevator, he turned back towards the man. "Can I go get one of the other boys to send in to take care of you tonight Sir?" he asked. "No Colt, no need for you to do that," replied the man. "Very well Sir," said Colt. He stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the first floor. When the elevator arrived at the first flor and the door opened, Jonah was standing there waiting. Jonah was currently the youngest resident of group home. He was eleven years old and had been there for almost a year. Jonah was about 4'6" and eighty pounds when wet. He had dirty blond hair and hazel eyes. "Hey Colt, you done already? I was hoping that you would still be in there and we'd get to play together. Maybe next time," said Jonah smiling at Colt. "Were you waiting here long, Jonah?" asked Colt. "Nope. Billy came and just came and got me. He said you fucked him but didn't cum yet, so I was thinking maybe, that well, you know," said Jonah, blushing. Colt reached out and pulled Jonah in for a hug. "What, that he'd have me fuck you too? No such luck tonight for you kiddo. I have a feeling you're spending the rest of the night with him," said Colt. "Well that's good too," said Jonah. "Maybe I'll come by your room tomorrow morning and ride that tight little ass of yours though. Would you like that Jonah?" asked Colt as he reached down and thrust his hand down the back of Jonah's shorts. He ran his finger down Jonah's crack and then pressed it against Jonah's hole. "Yeah, that would be awesome Colt," said Jonah as pressed his ass back against Colt's finger while rubbing his small hand over the bulge in Colt's gym shorts. Colt wanted nothing more than to shove Jonah up against the wall and fuck the boy right there in the hallway, but he figured he done enough to piss off the Benefactor for one night. He released his hold on Jonah and shoved him into the elevator. "Don't keep him waiting Jonah. You don't want a spanking do you?" teased Colt. Jonah turned back around, reached over to the elevator control panel and pressed the 'open door' button. He looked up at Colt and smiled. "No, I'd don't like to get spanked," said Jonah as he continued to hold the button down. "Sure you don't Jonah," said Colt as he laughed at the little boy's antics. Colt turned and headed back towards his room. As he walked, he brought the finger that had been pressed against Jonah's asshole to his mouth and sucked on it, enjoying the faint taste of the boy's ass. He really needed to get his rocks off. Between not getting to cum while fucking Billy, and then being teased by Jonah, he had a serious case of blue balls. He needed to go find Derrick and fuck the shit out of the boy to get some relief. *** Colt was awoken by someone shaking his shoulder. At first, he thought it might be Jonah, anxious for the morning fuck they had talked about last night, so he was surprised when he opened his eyes and found Roger, the Head of Security, standing over him. "Get up and get dressed," said Roger in a stern tone. "What's going on?" asked Colt. After last night's interrogation by the Benefactor, Colt was a little bit scared. "I told you to get up and get dressed. That's all you need to know," said Roger as he walked over, and stood by the door. Roger was an imposing figure. He was thirty and an ex-marine that had done two tours in Iraq. He stood just over six feet tall and weighed over two hundred pounds, all of which seemed to be solid muscle. Roger had also been a former resident of the Home and was privy to all its secrets. Colt hadn't ever showered so he still smelled of cum, lube, and stale sweat from spending several hours fucking Derrick, after having fucked Billy, and also working out earlier in the evening. Colt had cum twice up Derrick's ass and once down his throat. Meanwhile Derrick and cum four times while getting fuck. Colt quickly pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt then put on his shoes, not bothering with socks. As soon as his shoes were on, Roger opened the door and held it open for Colt. Roger was obviously acting as some type of escort this morning, which scared Colt. As the pair walked through the Home, Roger had his hand around Colt's left bicep, almost pulling him along. Colt ran the fingers of his right hand through his hair trying his best to tame it as he worried about what was happening. Roger led him downstairs and through the waiting room. He opened the door that led to the hallway of private rooms and held it open for Colt, "First door on the right," he said almost shoving Colt into the hallway. Colt had never entered that particular room before. With some trepidation, he turned the handle and opened the door. Behind the door was a small square room, perhaps eight feet long and wide. There was a table and two chairs set up in the middle of the room at a slight angle. On the back wall was a large mirror. The room looked like a stereotypical police interrogation room from countless movies and TV shows. Colt entered, crossed the room and sat down in the chair that mostly faced the door, with his back towards the mirror. Once he was seated, Roger shut the door. After about five minutes the door opened again. Roger held it open as a woman in her late twenties entered. The woman was average height and in decent shape. She had shoulder length brown hair and blue eyes. She was carrying a leather tote bag. "I'll be right outside the door if you need me, ma'am," said Roger to woman. "Thank you," said the woman. Out of habit, Colt stood up. Proper manners and etiquette were taught and strictly enforced at the Home. "Colt Thomas?" asked the woman as she stopped across the table from the boy. "Yes, ma'am," answered Colt. The woman held out her hand, "Victoria Jones." Colt shook her hand. She seemed to pause for a second and Colt noticed that she subtly took a couple of deep breaths. She then released Colt's hand and sat down. Colt took his seat while Victoria reached into her bag and pulled out a small video camera and mini tripod. She quickly and expertly set it up, and within a few seconds had it recording Colt. She then pulled a legal file and a pen out of her bag and placed them on the table before setting the bag down next to her. She deftly opened the file, holding it open with one hand in a manner that allowed her to see the contents while blocking Colt's view. She ignored Colt for a minute and scribbled a few notes in the file. "This is Victoria Jones with the County Office of Social Services, Child Welfare Division. Today is Monday June 4th, 2012. The time is 9:35 am. I am present with Colt Thomas, ward of the state, age fourteen. We are in an interview room at the Conrad Evans Home for Boys. This is the exit interview for Colt Thomas upon his discharge from the Conrad Evans Home for Boys," said Victoria for the obvious benefit of the recording. Colt's mind was racing. He was being kicked out of the Home! What about all the promises that had been made to him over the years in exchange for letting the Benefactor use him? Sure, he had spent the last four years in relative luxury, and attended one of the best private schools in the city, but he had been promised that when he turned eighteen, he would have all his educational and living expenses covered while he perused whatever career he chose. Even Roger, the burly ex-marine, had told him, "You're part of the Conrad Evans Home For Boys Family, you take care the family and it will take care of you." Yet, here he was, being kicked out. He felt betrayed, deceived, and angry. 'What is going to happen to me now? Where am I going to be sent?' he wondered. "Colt, you were placed here when you were ten, is that correct?" asked Victoria. "Yes," he replied. "And before, that were did you live?" she asked. "Another group home, I don't remember its name," he answered. "The Alternative Resources Group Home was the name," she said after glancing at the file. "Why are you asking me questions if you already have the answers in that file?" asked Colt, directing his anger over being kicked out of the Home at the only outlet currently available. "Just testing your memory and willingness to answer my questions honestly," she said. "It is important that you answer these questions truthfully. Will you do that for me Colt, will you give me honest answers?" said the woman, looking him directly in the eyes as she spoke. Colt looked away, "yeah, I can do that," he said even though he didn't yet know if he wanted to tell the truth or not. "Overall, how was your time at the ARG Home?" she asked. That was an easy question to answer honestly for Colt. "Bad. The boys there were bullies, drug addicts and criminals," remembered Colt. While they never did anything beyond pushing him around and insulting him, Colt lived had spent two years in constant fear that what he saw happening to some of the other boys would eventually happen to him. Little did he realize at the time, but he would eventually submit, voluntarily, to almost everything he witnessed happening there. "Do you remember where you lived before the ARG Home?" asked Victoria. "Yes, with a foster family, the Matthews," answered Colt. "Did you like living with them?" she asked. "Yes, they were very nice to me. They treated me like their own son. I felt safe there. I even had an older brother for a few years when I was younger. His name was Willy, but he died when I was five," replied Colt. He had to struggle to hold back his tears. It had been many years since he had thought about Willy. Colt had been very close to his older foster brother. "Why did you get moved to the group home?" asked Victoria. Colt got angry, surely all of this was in his file. It was easier for him to feel anger than it was to let himself feel sad. Why was she dragging up all these old painful memories? Colt took a minute to compose himself before answering, "Mr. Matthews got sick, cancer I think. They couldn't care for a kid and deal with his illness at the same time. It was too much for them, so they gave me back to the state." "At least you had a few years of a normal childhood. I won't bother ask you any questions about your mother or father. I see here in the file that you were dropped off anonymously at a hospital a couple days after you were born under the state's safe haven law," said Victoria. "Gee, thanks," said Colt as he rolled his eyes and shook his head at the social worker's 'kindness'. "So Colt, how would you describe your time here? You have been here about four years?" asked the social worker. "Yeah, four years. It's been okay, I guess," answered Colt. "Did they treat you well? Give you enough food? I know the Home has an arrangement with The Conrad Evans Academy. It is one of the most expensive and exclusive private schools in the country, so you have been receiving a top notch education," said Victoria as she skimmed through Colt's file. "Yes, all of us orphans get to attend to the same school as the kids of the rich elite. It's just awesome," said Colt, his contempt for the woman spill out. She seemed to be clueless. "Colt, you didn't answer my question about how you were treated here," said the woman, ignoring Colt's attitude. Colt paused and thought about his options. Could he reveal the truth? Would this woman believe him? Could it be that easy, just tell her the truth about what was going on here and he would be able to get back at the Benefactor for kicking him out? "Well?" asked Victoria, trying to prod Colt to answer the question. "This is probably the best living arrangement someone like me could hope for," said Colt. Even after the horrible session last night with the benefactor, Colt realized he didn't want bring this place down. He loved the rest residents too much. Since Willy died, they were the closest thing he had to brothers. They were as much his family as the Matthews had been. He knew they all loved living here and he regardless of what might happen to him he couldn't destroy their lives. "Okay Colt, these next few questions are a little sensitive but the department requires that we verify you were not abused while in the care of this facility. Where you ever abused here in any way, physically, sexually, or emotionally?" she asked. "No, they never abused me in any way," he answered. He felt he was being truthful with that answer. He may not have enjoyed everything that was done to him but never felt that anyone abused him, although the mind fuck the master had pulled on him last night was close. "Have any of the staff or anyone else here touched your inappropriately? And by that I mean touched your genitals," asked the woman. "No," Colt lied. He had exchanged countless blowjobs with the staff over the years and had fucked most of them, multiple times. All the staff were eager to touch is genitals and had done almost daily. "Did any of the other boys hurt you?" asked Victoria. "No," he lied again. Colt had been painfully fucked by other residents many times between the ages of ten and twelve, always in the presence and at the direction of the benefactor. The benefactor had also spanked and flogged him a few times over the years in addition to fucking him. "Have you ever had sex with any of the other residents?" she said. 'Just last night I pretty much fucked the shit out of a twelve year old resident after fucking another resident earlier in the evening' he thought to himself as he lied and answered, "No." "Overall do you believe this Home is a healthy environment for boys such as yourself?" asked Victoria. "Yes," he answered truthfully. The reality that he was being kicked out of the Home finally overwhelmed Colt. 'Why couldn't I just pretend I enjoyed being the man's plaything? All the other boys didn't seem to have a problem being submissive, why did I have to ruin it by being so stubborn,' Colt thought as he started to cry. "Colt, why are you crying?" asked Victoria. "Cause I don't want to leave," said Colt, his tough guy facade finally dissolving. Victoria remained silent as she made a couple notes in the file, then signed her name. She reached over and turned off the camera. "Well you are being officially discharged from the Home and there is nothing I can do about that," she said. She put the camera back in the bag, then added the file. She stood up and walked over to the door. "Good luck Colt, I am sure you will be fine and everything will work out for you." "No it won't, my life is over," said Colt between sobs. Victoria already had her hand on the door when she turned back and said, "No Colt, your new life with your father is just beginning." She then opened the door. Standing outside the door was the Benefactor. "Colt, this is your new father, Conrad Evans the Fourth." "My father? What the fuck!" exclaimed Colt, the shock of Victoria's statement causing him to instantly stop sobbing. "Please son, watch your language, there is a lady present. I will explain everything in just a moment," said the man. He turned and gave Victoria a quick hug, "Thank you Vicky, for everything you have done for Colt. Remember, if you ever need anything just give me or Robbie a call." "It was my pleasure Sir. Goodbye Colt, goodbye Sir," said Victoria. She turned stared at Colt for several moments. She had a weird look that seemed to be a mix of sadness and pride. When she turned to leave, Colt noticed that her eyes were starting to tear up. "Colt, please follow me to my office and I will try to answer some of the questions you must have," said Conrad. The man led Colt back through the waiting room and into the office on the other side. Once inside the office, Conrad directed Colt to take a seat in front of a large wood desk that had a black glass top. Conrad then walked around and made himself comfortable in the plush leather chair behind the desk. He touched a button on the side of the desk near him and the shades on the window behind the desk closed. He then opened one of the drawers and removed a file. "What's going on?" asked Colt. "Officially, I am legally adopting you. My attorney and Victoria will finalize all the paperwork with the Court later today," explained Conrad. "Oh, for a minute I thought you might be my real father," said Colt. The man removed a piece of paper from the file and slide it across the desk to Colt. "Before you ask, yes, you are Subject A and I am Subject B," he said with a smug self-satisfied smile. Colt quickly scanned the piece of paper. It was a letter from a DNA testing lab that confirmed that there was a 99.9999% likelihood that Subject B was the father of Subject A. Colt noticed that the letter was dated January 28th, 1998; just two weeks after he was born. "Do you know who my mother is?" he asked. "Yes, I do. You just met her, that nice young woman, Victoria. She was only fifteen at the time, a resident of the Conrad Evans Group Home for Girls. I think you can understand that your true parentage is something that needs to remain private," said the man. "Does she know?" asked Colt. "Yes," answered Conrad. "If you want to develop a relationship with her, I am sure she would be amiable to that." Colt set the letter down and slump back in his chair. He was in a state of shock, realizing that his whole life was a lie. Conrad tried to give the boy a reassuring smile, "I guess it would be easiest to start at the beginning. Our legacy began with our ancestor, Conrad Evans. He was already fairly wealthy upon reaching manhood, having been set up in business by his grandfather, who could, uncharitably, be described as a Civil War era war profiteer. Conrad was able to further increase his personal fortune by investing in the rapid industrialization of the country at the turn of the century. Perhaps, hoping to give back to society and make up for his grandfather, Conrad was charitable inclined and founded many charitable organizations, including the school you go to, as well as a home for orphans. When the government started getting more aggressive with the income tax during World War I, he took advantage of the charitable deduction and increased his giving to his charities. "Fortunately, Conrad was always a savvy investor and recognized that the stock market in the late twenties was a bubble; he got out well before the crash. When the Great Depression hit, he devoted even more money to charity. Unfortunately when he died, there was a nasty family squabble between my grandfather, Conrad Evans Junior and his siblings. Eventually, Junior got control over the bulk of the family fortune, which was set up in a dynasty trust for his heirs and a trust that supported the many charities that his father had founded. "Your great-grandfather was a bit of an eccentric. He was still single when his father died, but he already had sired numerous children out of wedlock with women of little morals and even less money. When Conrad Senior was alive, he saw to it that these unwed mothers and their children received assistance from his charities. When Junior took over his father's estate, Junior continued and expanded on the tradition of using the charities to look after his brood. Having fought with his own siblings over the family wealth, Junior saw to it that he had only one legal heir when he died. He never married, but he adopted an orphan boy from the Conrad Evans Orphanage that he had sired. The boy was in the orphanage because his mother had died in childbirth. I believe my father's birth name was Aaron Richards. By the way, my birth name was William Colton, but upon turning eighteen I had it legally changed to Conrad Evans. "Anyway, when my grandfather died, most of his own accumulated personal wealth was left to the Conrad Evans Family Foundation, in order to prevent the government from getting any of it by way of the estate tax. He did also leave some additional money in another dynasty trust, but it is small in comparison to the trust established by Conrad Evans Senior," explained Conrad. "What happened to your father?" asked Colt. "He is very elderly and in poor health. He is bed-ridden but is receiving the best care money can provide at our family's estate," said Conrad. "Who started the tradition of turning the group home into a harem?" asked Colt. "Please, harem sounds so, third world. The Homes as currently structured grew out of the old orphanage and were set up by my father. I have no idea if my grandfather visited the orphanage and used it this way, but I do know that my father was responsible for turning quite a few residents of the Conrad Evans Group Home for Girl into teen mothers. I have just taken it a step further," said Conrad. "So how many of the boys in the Home are my brothers? asked Colt. "All of them," answered the man smiling. "When I was a little older than you are now, my father adopted me, making me his heir. The way he told me was a little less dramatic, but than those were simpler times before the media, society, and most importantly, the authorities paid as much attention to what was happening in facilities like this. After spending a couple years learning how everything was run, I realized that it could be run more efficiently and that more of the money set aside for 'charity' could be used to support our family and also satisfy my needs," said Conrad. "uh Dad, what would have happened if I had told Victoria the truth about what was going on here instead of lying?" asked Colt. Conrad laughed and smirked at him, "Well Colt, if your answers had threatened what I have created here, I would have been forced to go with plan B," said Conrad. "Plan B?" inquired Colt. "One moment," said Conrad. He touched another button on the side of desk and a keyboard lit up on the glass desktop. He typed a few commands, then placed his hand next to the keyboard and a light from under the glass scanned his palm. The man then read a nonsensical sentence that appeared on the glass. He then pressed another button on the desk and a panel on the wall slide down revealing a large flat screen TV. He nodded at the TV as he opened a video file labeled 'Plan B'. The video showed Roger sitting in the interview room with his back to the mirror. 'So there was a camera behind behind the mirror,' thought Colt. Across the table from Roger sat Derrick. The sound of Derrick crying came from speakers hidden in the ceiling of the office. The date and time stamp on the video indicted that it had been recorded about a half hour before Roger had woken Colt up this morning. "So Derrick, what was it you wanted to report to me?" asked Roger. "Last night, (sob), Colt came into my room ,after curfew and, (sniffle), he forced me to do things with him," said Derrick through tears. Colt's stomach knotted up as he saw the pain in Derrick's expression. "I know this is hard Derrick, but you need to honestly tell me what happened last night. What kind of things did Colt make you do?" asked Roger. "Sex things, (crying), I said no and tried to push him away, but he beat me when I refused, (sobbing), then he stuck his thing in my mouth and then, (crying), he stuck it in my butt," wept Derrick. Conrad closed the video. "He is quite the little actor isn't he? If you had caused any problems this morning, Roger would have called the authorities. A doctor would have examined Derrick and would have documented the bruises on the boys arms and ass as well as the abuse to his poor tiny asshole. The sperm present in Derrick's ass this morning would certainly have been a DNA match with you. Fortunately you and Derrick have different mothers, unlike Sam and Mac. Additionally the video from the hallway security cameras showing you entering and exiting Derrick's room last night would have helped confirm Derrick's story. The rest of the boys would be questioned, and all of them would deny your account of what was happening here. The authorities would believe that you were attempting to cover up your own crimes by slandering this well respected institution. I expect you would have end up in juvenile hall until you were at least eighteen and depending on how vindictive I was feeling, maybe even a few years in adult prison after that. "I am not stupid or naive Colt. I would not risk everything my family and I have built up over all these years on the decisions of one stubborn and rebellious boy. Now, I have a question for you, why didn't you tell the truth?" asked Conrad. Colt was quiet for a minute as he thought about his answer. For the last four years the rules that had been drilled into his head were that he was to do everything the man asked, always address him as Sir or Master, and never lie to him. Did the rules still apply now that he was adopting him? Colt had already addressed him as 'Dad' without the man saying anything. So Colt broke another rule and lied to him, "I guess I take after my father. I'm not stupid or naive. I realized that someone that was responsible for all of this, wouldn't let it be ruined so easily. So what happens now?" asked Colt. "Well for now, we are going to tell your brothers that you have been selected to enter a mentorship program sponsored by the Conrad Evans Family Foundation, and that, if you are successful, you will one day be in charge of running this facility. You are not to mention anything about your adoption yet, nor are you to reveal the truth about our biological relationship with each other or the rest of the boys. Roger and a few other select individuals know the truth, but I trust their discretion on the matter. Over the next few years, you will learn the in's and out's of the family legacy, but for now, your initial focus should be on learning how the Home works and how to bend your siblings to your will. Part of that includes mentoring your first new resident," said Conrad. He opened the desk draw and pulled out a small flash memory token. He slid it across the desk to Colt. "His name is Logan. Ten years old and very cute. He arrives this afternoon. Take some time to review his file before he gets here. You will be completely in charge of breaking him in. You will also be in charge of the place for a week while I am away on vacation," said Conrad. "Oh yea, today is when you are taking Sam and Mac on vacation. They have spent the last week trying to guess where they might be going. So far they don't have a clue" said Colt. "Good. I'm sure they will have a fun time. You would normally be next in line for a vacation, but with your new role here, you will be happy to know that you will be coming along on all the future vacations, but just not this one. I figured it would be a good opportunity for you to stay here and settle into your new role without having to be in my shadow for a few days. Now, you should go grab some breakfast and maybe take a shower, you stink. Grant will be calling a meeting in a few minutes to explain the new arrangement to your brothers. When I get back, we can start going over more of the details of how everything works behind the scenes," said Conrad. He turned off the computer then walked over to the door, waiting for Colt. Colt got up and followed his father to the door. Conrad Evans the Fourth held out his arms towards Colt. After a moment of hesitation, Colt stepped forward and embraced his father in a hug. "Welcome to the Evans family Colt, don't make me regret choosing you. You are not the first boy I tried to prepare for leadership, but you are the first one I deemed worthy enough to take a risk on. Your legacy is not yet assured though, I can always right you out of my Will, so do not disappoint me," said his father.