Chapter 334: Feeding the Masses

I better go up to check on the rest of the kids. The house staff can only do so much.

The lounge area was a mass of naked, or partially nude, kids from eight to eighteen. All were dried off and sound asleep. I did see some hard dicks and wet pussies when different kids shifted around.

I’m not looking close enough to see who is on top of who.

A staff member came to me to say, “They aren’t doing more than what you see, we move in to rearrange them if there is a chance any will hook up in their sleep. Downstairs has kids sleeping together, too. Most are naked, but some do have on panties or briefs. The kids went from room to room, seeking a bed not already packed with other kids. As you can expect, hormones, nudity, and no restrictions on getting busy did cause some arousal. A few went off to an unused bedroom to open their pressure release valves. Instead of sleeping together, they enjoyed showering together and then headed off to find a bed where they could squeeze themselves in with those already using that bed. These kids have issues, David, but they are good kids all around. If you look, you will see that they are a mass of arms and legs sleeping peacefully, as if they were all siblings and cousins sharing a big bed. The only ones still up are waiting for you in the hot tub. Don’t worry about them taking you to bed. None of them have the energy or emotional capacity to do more than share your bed. They are mixed ages and genders, but our employer made sure we knew that you weren’t into little kids and didn’t fuck any pussy wanting your dick.”

When the kids saw me come in, they hit the switch to turn off the twenty-two seat hot-tub and started to get out. I didn’t miss that every boy, even the youngest ones, had a boner. All the girls were aroused, too, and some were too young to get an orgasm.

“I hope they change out the water in there tomorrow,” a boy around thirteen said. “The guy with the harem is a real bastard to have a tub like that. I don’t know how it managed to do it, but we all had the jets shooting the warm water and bubbles over my dick and between the girl’s legs. We all held or were held by someone to keep them from drowning. The most I’ve managed to get off in a row is three times. I couldn’t keep from busting a nut every few minutes. Siena could have slid me inside her so many times tonight, but when I started getting hard again, she adjusted me to aim me so I wouldn’t poke up into her on accident. Tonight everyone enjoyed holding someone or being held. None of you seemed to be able to keep from going off without leaving the hot tub, and it felt too good to do that. My little sister and cousin are only eight, so I didn’t think they could have it happen, but I think they went off more times than anyone else.”

One of his cousins came over to have me pick her up and then told me, “Everyone brought here tonight talked it over. Your family has done so much for all of us. You haven’t asked a thing in return. Boy or girl, eight to eighteen, offer you what is ours alone, our bodies to use as you wish. We have nothing else to give.”

“You are all wrong,” I told her as I rubbed her back lightly. “Every one of you has gone through hell for at least some part of your young lives. You are now part of this big family staying here for as long as it takes to make sure you are where you are supposed to be to get past the horrors you have faced. Deep inside, each of you has your need for love and have plenty of love to give in return. I couldn’t do with any of you what you ask, or I would feel like I am no worse than those in your family who now sit in jail or rubber rooms. Look at me, do you think I have any problems finding someone to get me off? I didn’t expect that making meals for those in need would morph into having a sultan’s massive apartment filled with kids that had nowhere safe to go. If you feel that you need to do something to thank me, then help my family feed anyone who walks through the doors of the place where we are serving Thanksgiving. While you don’t have to get up early, or even get out of bed if you don’t want to, I do. Hit the bathrooms, put on clothes if you wish, and find a bed to get some sleep, even if that bed is where I am sleeping.”

Not sure it will even put a small dent in the trillion-plus dollars I have now, but at least now I have a purpose.

I texted mom and dad my thoughts as well as saying that I will soon need an accounting firm to help keep track of my income from the U.S. properties I own now. I didn’t want Treasury to come back or to start to seize things because I didn’t pay taxes on the money. Dad texted back to say we could talk about this on Monday. He had ideas on accountants who were beyond reproach, and with reasonable rates to boot.

I went to the bathroom to take care of things, brushed my teeth, and went into the sultan’s suite. The place is fucking humongous. In the center are king-sized memory-foam mattresses, each with a mattress pad made with Velcro to hold everything together. On top of that was a sheet that covered everything and snapped down to places on the floor to keep it pulled tight to appear as one big bed. Pillows and cushions topped the sultan bed. Blankets sat on tables near one wall. On another table are robes, sleep shorts, sleep shirts, and pajamas, all made from silk.

I’ve been in the middle of the fun before. Better get close to one edge so I can get out to pee if I need to.

No such luck. As much as I tried to stay near the edge, the kids coming in nudged me back to the middle. The girl I carried down here rested partially on my chest as she started kissing me, or at least doing her best to learn how to kiss me. She purred as my nearest hand rubbed the back of her legs, butt, and back. Soon she had her legs open with one hand reaching back to guide me between them. When my fingers glided over her pussy, I felt that she had no hair or even signs of haven grown some yet.

“I will never have any, David,” she whispered in my ear. “That was one of the results of what they did to me starting when I was nine, way before my body decided I needed to grow up. Don’t worry that you might hurt me by pushing inside me. I never had a cherry. I saw it noted in my medical records from when a checkup when I was three. It doesn’t matter anyway. You see, ever since they started messing with me, they tried to get things inside me. No matter how much lube they used, their best efforts resulted in a glass rod, the diameter if a butt thermometer, going in five inches. I never told them that when I have my period that something changes where I can get a quarter section of the smallest tampons available inside me. I don’t understand why my period freaks them out. They never worried about getting me pregnant.”

It is lucky for you that they never gave you strong muscle relaxers or do something similar to your pussy. The place in my head is showing me that you can take all nine inches and only feel the pleasure of fucking.

Another girl insisted it was her turn to kiss me, so that girl got on the other side of me, pushing the first girl off my chest. That worked out perfectly for what I had in mind.

Once the lights turned down, I broke free from the kissing for a minute to whisper in the first girl’s ear, “Quarter tampon my ass, but I will never tell anyone if you promise that you won’t try to fuck me.”

“Deal,” she whispered back.

I had her flip to have her back against my side and used my hand to cup her pussy to move her how I wanted. Her cousin watched us interacting. He came over with a blanket to cover the girl and tuck it between us.

He leaned in to tell her, “You know what would have happened to us both if I ever told them how my dick has been going inside you when you spoon with me each time they made us sleep naked in the corner of the basement. With how heavily you sleep and the long time it takes you to stop being a zombie in the morning, you never noticed. I love you so much that I never tried to fuck you, not even once. Whenever it happened, you slept very well all night long. Maybe the next time it happens, I will keep it inside you and wake you up so you will stop calling me a liar about it.”

That explains how she can take a dick without knowing it. He isn’t longer than the other guys, but his dick is fatter than mine.

Kids shuffling around was inevitable, but no one moved the girl from that side of me. I did, however, have a different girl start kissing me. With how she lay on me, I couldn’t see who sucked my dick hard, or the many wet pussies that tried to get me inside them only to find that their sloppy boxes wouldn’t let more than a single finger slide inside them. No girls were getting laid in this room tonight, by anyone.

Once the girls finally got that they weren’t getting any dicks inside them, they decided to find someone to hold or to hold them as they slept.

The entire time the girls were trying to fuck me, I had been sliding two fingers around in the wet pussy of the girl at my side, under the blanket. As people started going to sleep, the girl moved around to spread her legs to give me better access. She tried to stay awake but was taking two to three-minute cat naps. During one of her brief naps, I pushed my two wet fingers as far in her pussy as my hand would allow.

“Why did you stop,” she asked when she woke back up. “It was feeling better than any other time in my life.”

I wiggled my fingers before sliding them in and out as I rubbed over her g-spot. I did her clit with my thumb. Her realization hit her suddenly, causing her to cum around my fingers.

One she finished enjoying the after-cum glow, I said, “Was that a rhetorical question, or do you still need me to answer you?”

“Bastard. I can’t believe you knew you could fuck me and made me promise not to fuck you,” the girl whispered angrily in my ear.

I think she began saying something else, but my thumb on her clit brought her off. I kept making her cum until she fell sound asleep.

“Your turn,” I heard a girl’s voice said from down near my dick. “I’ve never liked sucking dick or cum in my mouth, but damn, man, I know I won’t be able to cum until you do.”

The girl, on the other side, rolled away, taking the blanket with her.

I had the girl that wanted to suck me lay in my chest so I could have a fish taco why she had the burrito.

She didn’t have any problems being able to cum before I did.

Once her jaw was sore, I got her on her side and spooned up behind her. We didn’t fuck. She wiggled a bit to get comfortable, pulled my hand to her tit, and we went to sleep. I had a blanket over me, and the two girls that I found soon pushed my dick into the valley under their pussies. Well, in the valley of the one against me. The other squirmed to get comfortable, and the head of my dick got a hot, wet kiss.

“Hey,” I said, waking the two girls gently. “I need to get up to go shower before I need to be at the place to help my mom set up for today. Are you two coming?”

Poor choice of words.

“Give me five more seconds,” the girl in front said as she hurried to take the pressure off my dick head before she came.

She moved away, and the girl against me moved forward as she pressed her wet pussy on my dick. When the head was at the right angle, she pushed down to tear through her cherry and then start rubbing her clit as fast as she could. I didn’t expect her pussy to be massaging the head of my dick to cause me to pump a big load of dead swimmers inside her.

They made all sorts of jokes about me, asking them to come along with me when I only had one dick. About half of those who slept on the sultan bed with me eventually joined us in the shower. The two girls never said a word or indicated that I fucked one and got as close to fucking as we can get without popping her cherry. We all found underwear, white pants, thick white t-shirts, and white button-down shirts. The note on our clothes said to wear the t-shirt and not go without one. No girls here needed a bra for support with the t-shirt on. Whoever wrote the note said that seeing a bra through a wet button-down shirt wasn’t appropriate for today.

Up in the common area, I saw all the cutters there waiting for us. Four had the unique rings on, two had their special cutter-like knives, but I had no idea about the other three. I didn’t see anything against their clothes.

One of them came to me to say, “Someone left us all new toys while we slept. The Girls got two, the guys got one, and they are un-fucking-believable. I squeeze my pussy or ass muscles, and I feel like I did a long, slow, deep cut from the bottom of my pussy to the top, across my clit, and back down the other side. It hurts so much that I can’t even cum from it, but when I rubbed one out, it was so intense when I came. We all have at least one inside us right now, but some brought backups just in case.”

And we are off.

We arrived to find nothing to do until later when we opened the doors. All the kids from the jail did everything before the sun was even up. They were eating breakfast that some restaurants brought in for us. The two who had the bristled cutting tools ran to a boy and a girl. Hugs and kisses all around. Even in long-sleeves and pants, I knew both were cutters.

“These were with our new toys this morning. Now I know why it said to give them to you after we were here,” A boy said as he put a black cloth bag in my hands.

Inside I found smaller, compact versions of the metal-handled bristle tools. They had almost the same shape as a razor blade but had a spot to grip them at the top. The bristles were in three tight rows. The other items are similar, but it had the nano-needles that pushed out when pressure is applied. I could already see that they were closer to the feeling of a razor blade than the bristled ones. Not that it mattered since both would do the job.

The “chaperones” for the kids from jail weren’t hard to find. They didn’t wear official uniforms, given the people coming here to eat today. I saw one man and one woman that had thin white scars crisscrossing the back of their hands.

“Hi, I’m David,” I said, introducing myself. “Do you mind coming with me for a few minutes to have a private discussion? I have a way to help some kids in jail find a better way to get what they need.”

The lady cop gave me a stern look, but she and the guy followed me into one of the “resting” rooms.

I then said, “Humor me, please. What I’m about to do is going to help you both more than you can imagine, but I need to have you lift your shirts to show a small area of your stomachs?”

Starting with the woman first, I took one of the bristled things to drag it from hip to hip on her stomach. I had to catch her because it was too intense. When she recovered, I asked her to unsnap her pants and pull the top of her panties down to just above her pubic bone. I took her free hand, slid the nano one on her finger, and pushed that down inside her panties beside her pussy.

“Push down and drag your finger back up. I’ve got you,” I said.

She did and went limp against me.

Damn! She was full of good energy and still burned through a lot.

I carried her to the couch, fixed her pants, and then pulled a blanket over her.

“Your turn,” I told the guy, who was close to half as big as me.

I had to catch him before I made it a quarter of the way from his hip to his belly button. Doing something different for him, I slid the nano-needle on his finger and pushed down on his finger as I pulled it across the scars on his hand.

I didn’t mean to make him pass out too.

I got him into a recliner and waited for them to be back in the world of consciousness.

“What in the holy fuck did you do to us?” the woman asked.

She had her pants and panties around her ankles as she looked closely at the sides of her pussy.

The guy moved over to look carefully at the area on both sides of her pussy too.

As the woman got dressed again, he asked, “I’m with her. What are those things.”

“They are from some people smarter than the three of our combined IQs. The first had a set of bristles that imitates the feeling of cutting with a razor blade or knife. The one you each still have on your fingers, you need to accept as magic and leave it at that. You felt them for yourselves. I saw the scars on the back of your hands, so I knew you were the best to talk to about these items,” I explained. “I have a bag full of them for you to take back to the correction center to give out to your cutters. These leave no marks, draw no blood, and won’t kill them if they try to slit their wrists with them.”

The guy looked at the woman before saying, “Seriously, man? Do you know how much you can make selling these people who cut?”

“No idea. You aren’t going to find out, or I will make each one vanish from your correction facility and make sure each cutter finds a large box of razor blades in their place. Those are the only strings attached to this gift. Do you think these would be allowed for the inmates to have?” I asked

After a quiet discussion, the woman said, “For the most part, yes, but I can see some using them to cause other inmates pain to dominate them or repay a debt. I’m willing to fight objection because these are non-lethal compared to what they normally use.”

A pretty man, who few people would be able to tell he was a man if he cross-dressed, walked in without knocking. He handed each of the guards string-bags full of the bristle and nano-needle rings. Just as quickly as he arrived, he left.

Both got a text at the same time. It took a minute to page through the long text message. When finished, both hugged me. The SMS texts came from whoever would need to approve these for safety, security, medical, and mental impact. Everything was officially approved and sanctioned.

The man quipped, “It seems your mother wasn’t talking out of turn when she said you had very resourceful friends. Thank you for the new treatment method for cutters. We can’t make their scars go away, but these will dissuade them from making new ones.”