Bryant sighed. "It might be a good idea for us to go on now. Lowell might do something stupid. He doesn't know where you live, Clive, but he could easily find out where Attitudes is located."

Clive's eyes narrowed. "As much as I'd love having the prick try to start something with me, I'd just as soon Trenton wasn't exposed to such idiocy. Let's go."

At Clive's place, Mrs. Havasnark opened the door as they came in. "Hello, dahrlinks! Who's your new friend?"

Bryant smiled at her. "Hello, Mrs. Havasnark."

The old lady blinked. There was a pair of cat-eye framed glasses hanging on a chain around her neck, and she perched them on her nose, then peered at Bryant, noting his splinted arm. "Oy! It's the boy with the ponytail. You've changed, dahrlink."

He nodded, amused. "Like it?"

"Love it! I'm thinking that now you look like God intended you to. Give an old lady a kiss."

Grinning, he dropped a kiss on her proferred cheek. "Have you always been this big a flirt, Mrs. Havasnark?"

"Dahrlink, ten years ago I would have dragged you into my place." She shook a finger at him. "You wouldn't have escaped." She looked at Clive. "Clive, bubbie, have you and the toothsome twosome eaten yet?"

"As a matter of fact, we haven't, precious. I know that I have an appetite, and hungry is the natural state of the young male animal. What have you in mind?"

"I have in mind a nice, big bowl of my goulash. You know I always make extra. So? You'd be doing me a favor, helping me clear my freezer."

"We accept, oh Lady Bountiful."

Trent and Bryant spent the next minute or two herding curious cats back into the apartment while Mrs. Havasnark was getting their meal. Clive remained aloof, arms crossed and ignoring the cats, except that Bryant noticed that when one little black cat rubbed its cheek on Clive's boot, the Dom moved his toe back and forth, gently stroking the appreciative animal.

Mrs. Havasnark returned, carrying a box that contained a large covered dish, a foil bundle, and a small, cloth draped basket. "Here. I have some corn muffins and some brownies, too." As Trenton accepted the box, Mrs. Havasnark pinched his cheek. "I know this one needs his chocolate fix."

They said goodnight, and she went back into her apartment. As they climbed the stairs, Trenton said, "I'd say she's like the grandmother I never had, but she'd be outraged that anyone would consider her grandmotherly."

In the apartment, Clive took the supplies. "I'll get this warmed up. Trent, you call Lynette right now, so she doesn't worry about you."

Trenton nodded, reaching for the phone, but said, "I'll be glad when I move out, so I don't have to worry about checking in all the time."

Clive poked his head back out of the kitchen and glared. "You never outgrow giving peace of mind to the ones who love you, little boy." Trenton saluted. Clive snorted and went back in the kitchen.

Bryant sat on the couch as Trenton talked to his mother. "Hey, Mom. Yeah. I'm at Clive's. It's okay if I stay over? Yeah, thanks." He paused, listening. "Goulash and brownies. Yeah, I don't know how she does it, either. Hm? Oh," he glanced at Bryant, smiling. "It turned out terrific We should have done a before and after picture. If for some ungodly reason Clive ever needed to advertise, it would have been perfect. Yeah? I'll tell him. Love you, too, Mom." He hung up and called toward the kitchen, "Mom sends her love, like she didn't see you this afternoon."

Clive came out of the kitchen, wiping his hands. "She gives the lie to all mother-in-law jokes. It will all be heated in a few minutes." He came and sat on the sofa by Bryant. "You know, pet, I was very proud of you back at Attitudes. Sometimes it isn't easy to stand up to someone who's had so much control of your life, even over the phone."

Bryant scowled. "I'll admit that made it easier."

"It's perfectly natural to begin asserting yourself by stages. It's how every child gains independence." Bryant's eyebrows lifted. "And before you get your back up--no, I'm not being condescending. Truthfully, Bryant, you've spent most of your life in an environment that does not encourage self-determination. I think that's one reason why children raised most of their life in the system seem to have such a dismal record outside it--they haven't been taught to be their own person, or take responsibility for their own life. Then they're just dumped, all safety nets cut. It isn't surprising that so many get into trouble, and often end up back in another, stricter section of the system."

There was the ding of a timer in the kitchen, and they all pitched in to distribute the food. Mrs. Havasnark was an excellent cook, and there weren't more than a couple of ounces of food left by the time they were done. Clive said, "Trent, darling, why don't you go and grab a shower while Bryant and I clear up?" Trenton gave him a slightly suspicious look. "That wasn't really a suggestion, pet."

Trenton grinned at Bryant. "My master's voice." He went back to the bedroom as the other men began to clear up the few dishes.

As soon as he left the room, Clive got up. "Come on, hurry. We don't want him to get finished before we're through."

Bryant began to help him, grinning, "What sort of scheme are you cooking up, Clive?"

The other Dom's smile was sly. "Ambush. You like play acting, don't you, Bryant?" Bryant hurried.

Trenton loved Clive's bathroom--all that black marble. And the shower was great--big enough for more than one person (they'd proved that, many times), with multiple showerheads that could be set for anything from fine mist to pound-you-into-submission pulsation. Trenton scrubbed quickly and efficiently, then just stood, luxuriating in the steamy water as it rinsed him clean.

The sound of the water covered the sound of the bathroom door opening, and the footsteps that approached the shower. The shower door jerking open took him by complete surprise. He was momentarily blinded by the water and steam. As he wiped the moisture out of his eyes, the taps were shut off. By the time his eyes were clear, Clive was withdrawing his hand from the stall.

Trenton blinked silently at his Dom. Clive was filling the open space, and he had changed clothes--at least shirts. Now he was wearing a familiar denim work shirt, one that had an eight-digit number stenciled on the breast and, he knew, though he couldn't see it, across the back. Trenton's eyes flicked past Clive, and he saw Bryant standing behind Clive, dressed in a similar shirt. Then he noticed the sharp, predatory expressions they were wearing, and his heart started thumping. A scene. We're gonna have a scene!

Clive let his eyes slide slowly down the length of Trenton's body. Trenton, immediately getting a feel for the scene, quickly shielded his genitals. That made Clive smile. He drawled, "Well, well, well. Look what we have here." He turned his head to speak to Bryant. "You weren't shitting me, Bri. He is sweet."

Trenton just gaped, feeling the beginning of a heat that had nothing to do with the shower. Omigawd, the new prisoner scenario. He knows how hot this one makes me, but now I've got two veteran cons. God, I love my man! Trenton found his voice. "I'm done, guys. You can have the shower."

Bryant laughed. He leaned on Clive's shoulder, giving Trenton a nasty, merry smile. "Oh, it ain't the shower we want, Cupcake."

Clive crooked a finger at Trenton. "Come here, pretty boy."

Trenton swallowed. "Look, I don't want any trouble."

"And you won't get any trouble, if you just come out of there and be nice." Clive waited. Trenton shook his head. "Oh, he's going to be difficult." He looked back at Bryant. "He's going to play hard to get."

"That's okay," Bryant said cheerfully. "I like it when they squirm."

It's a good thing Clive sprung for the soundproofing, though I guess Mrs. Havasnark would know enough not to get alarmed by anything she heard from up here. He yelled, "Guard! Help!"

Clive was shaking his head. "You'd be surprised at what fifty bucks can buy in prison, sweet thing. In this case it bought us a half hour with you--no interruptions. But it's just a half-hour, so tick tock." His expression grew menacing. "Get your ass out here--now." He waited a beat. "Fine, however you want it."

He lunged, grabbed Trenton's arms, and jerked. Trenton tried to brace his feet. The shower floor was non-skid, so his feet didn't slide. They didn't slide, but Clive's tug jerked him off balance, and he stumbled into the Dom. Clive immediately wrapped his arms around the taller boy and dragged him out of the shower, into the bathroom.

Trenton squirmed, but despite his slipperiness Clive didn't lose his grip. He turned and pushed Trenton backward toward Bryant. Bryant caught Trent. One arm went around his waist, and he looped the other, the one with the splint around Trenton's neck. He pressed the stiff splint against the boy's throat, hard enough to make him gasp before he eased up a little. He whispered in Trenton's ear, "I could just choke you unconscious, but like I said--I like it when you squirm. Besides, there's always the chance I could misjudge and kill you, and it would be a fucking shame to waste such a choice piece of tail."

He dragged Trenton backward into the bedroom. Trenton struggled. He was really trying to get away--it wouldn't be any good if it weren't as realistic as possible. He'd even get out of the bedroom, hell, out of the apartment, if he could, buck-naked. That's what a new fish being assaulted by two other convicts would do--try to get to help. Anyway, he knew that he didn't have a snowball's chance in hell of actually making it out of the apartment with Clive there--he'd tried before.

He fought as much as he could without using the defense techniques Clive had taught him after he'd come back from that disastrous junior year trip to Paris. He almost managed to tear himself out of Bryant's grasp, but Clive grabbed his kicking legs and the two Doms lifted him and tossed him on the bed.

Before he could wriggle away, Clive landed on his back, shoving his head down into the smooth sheets. Still Trenton thrashed, and Clive growled, "Bri, get up here and help me hold this little bitch!"

Trenton was flipped onto his back. As he tried to sit up, Bryant moved up on the bed behind him and slid his arms under Trenton's then locked his hands behind the other boy's neck, immobilizing him with a full Nelson hold. "Got 'im! Have fun, boss."

Trenton kicked at Clive desperately as the older man climbed back on the bed. Clive caught the flailing feet and growled, "Look, kid, for every bruise you lay on me, I'll give you a dozen. It would hurt my feelings if I had to mess up that pretty face of yours. Sometimes broken noses don't heal straight, you know?" Trenton stilled. "Good." Clive dropped Trenton's legs on either side of himself. He pulled a small tube of hand cream out of his pocket, opened it, and smeared it on his fingers. "Bend your knees." When Trent just stared at him, Clive slapped him. Not too terribly hard, but it was enough to rock his head to the side. "I said bend 'em and spread 'em!"

Trembling, Trenton obeyed. "Good boy. You just keep on doing as you're told and you'll come through this just fine." He reached down and rubbed over Trenton's exposed anus, smearing the thick, slick ointment over the crinkled skin. "Since you're such a tender little package, I'm going to be using lube and a condom. Aren't you special? Say 'thank you, sir'."

Trenton turned his face away. Bryant tightened his grip, causing Trenton to wince. "You heard your daddy, punk. Say it!"

"Thank you, sir," Trenton whispered in a strained voice. His cock was throbbing into erection without a single touch.

Clive was rubbing firmly, massaging the taut little circle of muscle. "What a good boy. Try to relax, little bitch, and it won't hurt." He sank a finger deep into Trenton's rectum, moving more strongly and quickly than he usually did, and Trenton groaned. Clive laughed, pumping. "Listen to that, Bri--he likes it. Oh, he's a hot one, all right. Does that feel good, pretty green eyes?"

"No!" Trenton gasped.

Clive grabbed Trenton's rigid cock with his free hand, stroking him firmly. "Liar. You like it, all right. Yeah, it feels good." He let go and opened his own pants, pulling out his hard-on. He got a condom out of his pocket, opened it, and put it on quickly. Then he lavishly smeared the hand cream over his latex clad prick. "It's gonna feel even better when I shove this into you and bust your cherry."

"I'm not queer!" Trenton protested. "I'm not!"

Clive snorted. He grabbed Trenton's knees, pushing them back toward his chest as he edged closer. "Like I give a fuck. Anyway, I'm going to teach you to love cock, little boy. You're gonna get on your knees or drop your pants any time I say, from now on. You're gonna suck or take it up the ass any time Bri wants, too. We own you now, kid." As he had spoken, he had fitted his cockhead against Trenton's slightly loosened hole. When he said 'own', he shoved in, hard.

Trenton stiffened, giving a strangled cry at the mingled pain and pleasure. But it was good. Clive knew just how much he could take before the pain went past titillating into real pain. Clive grabbed Trent's hips, tilting the boy's pelvis for a better angle, and began to fuck him with short, brutal jabs. He wasn't a lover now; he wasn't the strong, but tender man who made love to Trent for hours. No, he was a predator, a rapist, taking what he wanted, and if Trenton didn't like it, too fucking bad. The Dom was so intense that if Trenton hadn't known Clive so well, and loved him so well, he would have been genuinely frightened.

"Fuck, he's tight!" Clive growled. "Oh, man, Bri, this is one time sloppy seconds ain't gonna be too bad."

"Just hurry up, man. I'm hard as a rock already." He craned his head, licking Trenton's cheek. Trenton made a sound of distress, cringing away, and Bryant laughed. "He has a cock up his ass, and he's worried about a little tongue."

Normally Clive would have held himself back till Trenton climaxed, but that didn't fit in with the scene. Anyway, judging from Bryant's flushed cheeks and dilated pupils, he'd be more than ready to finish Trenton off. Clive thrust into the sweetly familiar clasp of his lover's body again and again, shoving him back against Bryant. He came with a grunt, grinding deep into Trenton's ass, fingers leaving bruises on the boy's hips--bruises that he knew he would kiss later.

"Damn, that was good," he sighed contentedly, pulling out of the boy's ass. "How do you want him, Bryant?"

Bryant's voice was eager. "I want him to sit on it."

"Good one. I've got him nice and broken in for you." Clive laid a headlock on Trenton. "Let go and get yourself ready."

Bryant released Trenton's arms, and the boy grabbed at Clive's arm, only to have it tighten across his throat threateningly. "Simmer down, young blood. You're almost done here. You just be good a little while longer, and you can rest." As Bryant opened his pants and coated his straining cock with the cream, Clive used his free hand to stroke Trenton's hair. He whispered, "It won't be so bad, sweetheart. We'll take good care of you, keep the wolves off you. You won't have to make it with anyone but us," he chuckled, "and maybe one or two good friends."

"I'm not a whore!" Trenton protested.

"Oh, yes, you are, baby," Clive assured him. "You are if I say you are. Bri, hurry the fuck up, before he cools down."

Bryant sat higher up on the bed, propping his back against the headboard. His stiff prick rose from his groin like a thick exclaimation point, drooling and eager, glistening with the ointment and his own pre-ejaculate. As Trenton watched, he rolled on a condom, then held out his arms. "Bring him here."

Clive dragged Trenton up the bed, dragging him between Bryant's spread legs. Trenton shuddered as he felt the hot length of Bryant's cock nestle in the crack of his ass. Bryant reached beneath him, and Trenton cried out as a finger was shoved into his tender hole, fucking him roughly. "Oh, yeah, Clive. This is gonna be sooo good. Help me."

Clive pulled upward, saying, "Get on your knees, whore." It was either obey or strangle, and Trenton managed to rise to his knees, placing them outside of Bryant's thighs. He felt the older boy grip one buttock, pulling it aside. There was a nudge at his rectum, then Bryant grabbed his waist and slammed him down.

Trenton shrieked as he was skewered, the thick, hot staff feeling as if it were splitting him in two. But it hit his prostate, and the shriek carried an element of hunger. His cock twitched, clear fluid drizzling so copiously that it slicked the entire length of his swollen cock. As he was held, impaled, Clive reached down with his free hand and gripped him, hard, giving him a few squeezing strokes. "Yeah, you found his sweet spot, Bri. He's wet for you, baby. Give him what he wants."

Bryant reached up and around, finding Trenton's thrusting nipples. "Move, bitch." When Trenton just trembled, he pinched harshly, snarling, "I said MOVE! Fuck yourself on my cock." Trenton bunched his thigh muscles and pushed up, groaing at the feel of the hot flesh sliding inside him. Bryant's hands dropped back to his waist and gripped hard, stopping his upward movement. "Don't pull off my cock, dumb ass. Just bounce." Trenton obeyed, moving as if he were just going to touch his butt to the empty space between his spread legs, then rising and doing it again. "Ohh, yeaahh," Bryant moaned. "Like that! Faster, punk--harder!"

Trenton obeyed, literally fucking himself on Bryant's rampant cock. He found that he could hit his own prostate on almost every pass, and soon he was riding the other boy frantically, desperate to reach orgasm. Clive had gripped his cock again and was masturbating him hard, the motion of his hand and Trent's movements sometimes causeing an almost painful pull that only made the boy being mock-raped even more frantic. Clive crooned, "Yeah, yeah. Oh, you're so hot, pretty boy. Nothing better in the world than someone who just got shown what he really wants.

"Fuck!" Bryant rammed Trenton down hard, burying himself to the roots in the hot, sweet grip of his friends body as he shot his load. He reached back to play with Trenton's nipples, pinching and scratching lightly as Clive ruthlessly milked the boy's aching cock. Trenton came with a choked cry, his sperm splattering the leg of Clive's dark pants. He went limp, hanging breathlessly in the older man's grip.

"Now look at the mess you made." Clive's voice was almost amused. The red-haired boy was still sitting on Bryant's softening cock when Clive took a tight grip in Trent's hair and dragged his head down till his nose was almost touching the pearly drops of come that streaked the Dom's pants. "Be a good boy and clean that up." Quietly, humbly, Trenton licked the come away, then rested his cheek against the damp fabric of Clive's pants. Clive's grip in his hair gentled, and he caressed the boy. "Scene's over, pet."

Trenton more or less fell off of Bryant, collapsing bonelessly to the mattress beside him. Bryant's voice was concerned. "Trent, are you...?"

"He's fine, dear," Clive assured him. "It's just that he gets very deeply into these acts, and sometimes it takes him a little while to come back." Clive lay beside his young lover, taking him into his arms and kissing him. "He just needs to rest, and be held for awhile."

Bryant slid down beside them, spooning up against Trenton's naked back, putting an arm over his waist. He smiled as he felt the younger boy's hand cover his own, pressing it against Trenton's warm, flat stomach.

Bryant drifted off to sleep, hearing the soft murmurs of a couple in love, and feeling not at all out of place for one of the few times in his life.