Chapter 335: Childhood Responsibilities

I don’t think of myself as a god, even if maybe I am.

The kids from the penthouse headed back with take-out containers for the others that didn’t come here today. Until the kids from jail came to thank mom for trusting them to help out, I didn’t realize that there were only three girls I hadn’t gotten to know better. Two were on the rag, and the other had diarrhea. I managed to arrange a bit of time to thank each of the kids here from jail, leaving the three girls for last.

These boys seem to need a hug more than any of the girls.

After hugging the boys who wanted someone to give them a real hug, and the girls I already knew, I asked their guards to let me have a few minutes with the three remaining girls. I got each girl on the rag up on my lap and made out with them for long enough to slide my hand under their shirts to play with their nipples as I started pushing in a tiny amount of orgasm energy into the spots in their head the got them ramping up to cum. When their hearts started racing, and they were breathing faster, I would use both arms to hug them to me as they slipped over the edge into orgasmic bliss while we kept kissing.

“I wish I could do what I want to do with you right now, but even if you wore a rubber and didn’t mind the mess, I don’t think I could stand getting off again. That was my biggest one ever, and you only played with one tit while kissing me,” the second of the two said, giving me a big hug before heading to the waiting bus.

I held my hand out to the last girl and led her into one of the break rooms before asking, “I know your butt is raw. I’ve been there too. Do you think you can stand me rubbing your pussy so you can at least feel great before you have to leave?”

She fast stripped and tugged at my pants as she explained that she just got off the throne minutes before the girls were to get on the bus. If I didn’t do any of the foreplay and fuck her, she could cum a few times before starting to piss off the guards. She wasn’t soaked, so she took a tube of something she said helped her buttonhole stop burning and rubbed it on my dick to get things going. Five minutes later, she had our combined juices running down inside her thighs as she got dressed. She even insisted on licking my dick clean.

Being a good guy, I walked her out the bus and said, “I’m so sorry your stomach doesn’t feel well right now. I hope you are feeling better soon.”

I got a hug, and she rushed onto the bus.

“Every one of the kids from the correction facilities came in today, ready to work, but sad. I don’t know what was in your goodie bag, but a few got something from it and disappeared into one of the side rooms. They were still sad, but much more relaxed. I watched their faces when they were leaving. I could still see their sadness, but there was a light behind their eyes that wasn’t there before,” mom told me. “So what are you planning to do with your penthouse filled with homeless, or having homes they can’t go back to until it is safe for them to do so? You ran some ideas by your dad and me, and we think they are doable, but you can’t do it alone. You shouldn’t directly involve yourself in the process of making this work how you think it may. Not being eighteen will cause some red-tape and hassles, but nothing like what will come down on your head since you are continually financing this project.”

Dad came over to give his thoughts, “After speaking with many of the adults here supervising, I have some ideas on how you can cover some of the costs and garner some goodwill as well. The kid’s correctional complex is a bit of a hybrid of juvenile detention, secure psychiatric child criminal inpatient care facility, and restricted access child protective services for children who committed a crime without a safe place to live. The kids here today fall into the latter category. That includes the girl who killed her father in self-defense when she was ten. I talked at length with the guards explicitly assigned to her. She has a solid head on her shoulders. She refused all pain medicines at the hospital after that happened, and the only time she cried about her family was how bad she felt for her step-sisters. The school saw the signs of abuse the day after it started, but the girl wouldn’t tell them anything, and when needed, she lied about it because of what her dad would do to her step-sisters. According to multiple evaluations of her mental state, since she killed her father, she knuckled down and took the abuse. She knew that if she cried, begged, or pleaded that it would give her father a feeling of power over her, and she wasn’t giving him the pleasure. Supposedly she is above average intelligence to boot. When they brought her before the judge, she flat out said that after he shot her twice, without her screaming out in pain, that she knew his next shot was in her heart or head. She had nothing to lose if she didn’t get the gun away from him and had no remorse for killing him, and never would. He was a complete bastard who deserved that he got. Only later did she find that he killed her mother and stepmother and got away with it. The judge was taken aback by her testimony. When asked if she would ever kill someone again, she said she most definitely would if it was her life or theirs. From the years upon years of abuse to protect her step-sisters, she earned the right to live. No one was going to take that from her. Other than that, she is a sweet, helpful, well-loved young woman by all at the correctional complex, even among those that are borderline psychopaths.”

He gave us some more details on the kids at the kid jail. Dad also had some more information about the kids staying in the penthouse. Half of them had relatives who loved them dearly, and that the kids jumped at the chance to have those relatives be made their guardians until they are eighteen. The other half is still up in the air. While not in all cases, when the police and social workers began searching for a family to take them in, they found more of the same shit the kids had at their home. During the day today, we had an influx of kids as young as seven. Everyone there has clothes, places to sleep, foods they like, and various things to keep them occupied.

“What I proposed is a mix of what you suggested and what some others visiting here today suggested,” dad began. “Elena and her father closely looked at all of your properties bundled inside offshore corporations, which themselves are companies and corporations which have long lists of assets, such as your sultan’s penthouse. As far as they have dug into the details, every asset you now own is a high-profit margin, high return investment. I mentioned your thoughts on doing things to help these kids out, and they went back to digging. Around an hour ago, Molly messaged me to say that she asked Elena and her dad to stop working on things as they were going too slow for her liking. She sent you the high-level summary of the detailed proposal that she sent me.”

Mom looked it over quickly before they explained that I had many properties all over the U.S. that were perfect for my suggestion, and the expanded one dad formulated. Presently, I would stay at the sultan’s penthouse, with, however, many more kids that came in due to their parents ending up in jail or rubber rooms. I had an upscale apartment complex nearing completion. They designed and built the place to ensure no one was able to enter the buildings without proper biometric scans and other information. One of the families dreamed up this complex to have a secure place for their extended families to live for six months at a time. It had a small hospital, commissary, and other items that made it more like a self-contained city than an apartment complex. A week before Christmas, the complex will be ready for people to move in and fully staffed to handle their needs, including private security force who lived on site.

“Molly did some numbers. You are earning fifty-two-point-eight-seven-five times the cost to run this complex, and cover all your costs, using the income from the other properties in that one corporation alone. She already notified a herd of lawyers and government child welfare experts of her idea,” Mom explained. “Upon verification, and cutting through the red-tape, every kid staying in the sultan’s penthouse would be provided a suite with room for them and one each for any opposite-sex siblings. All the kids in the correctional facilities there for their protection, and not serving real-time, would move there as well. From what Molly sent me, one of the administrative buildings they are converting into a private school staffed with special-needs teachers and staff. Molly said the ones she hand-picked for this school are the cream of the crop. Best of all, the school isn’t an eight to four like most schools around here.”

Mom went on to explain how the school would have teachers there twenty-four hours a day and will work with the students as long as the kid wants to keep at it. The goal is to get the kids from the detention center caught up to their grade level and to teach them at their own pace while pushing them to reach their full potential. Another part of the school plan was to have a few gender-specific bathrooms and locker rooms, but for the most part, it would be gender-neutral. They plan to do the same for their sports teams. If girls want to play football, they can. Anytime any kid gets hurt, the kids will be evaluated to see if it is safe for them to continue that sport.

Dad remembered something and said, “I almost forgot some crucial facts. As the government is already paying to care of the kid at the detention center and will have to take the kids at your sultan’s apartment if you turn them out, Molly has worked it out that they are contributing at a flat rate per child. She suggested that funds paid per chile go into a high-yield savings account for that child. It would give them a good start on life, for when they decide it is time to move on. The complex will employ a well-trained medical staff, including surgeons, ophthalmologists, dentists, and orthodontists. I don’t know how Molly did it, but the way she worked the numbers, there will be no need for medical or dental insurance. The facilities are yours with the medical staff you pay exceptionally well. Setting a broken arm or a kidney transplant makes no change to your expenses, other than the medical supplies required. I talked over the idea of getting the government to pick up the tab as they do with military families, but the consensus is that your paying it all out of pocket takes the politicians out of giving the children the care they need.”

“That also includes gender-reassignment surgery, but from an entirely different angle than is used currently,” mom said. “Molly said you would get the details soon. Right now, you have a mixed-sex harem awaiting you.”

We discussed a few more things, including some money ones, before I left to go to the sultan’s apartment.

On the way, my implant started pulsing. From the general feeling, I needed to get somewhere that I could relax and possibly fall asleep for a bit. I asked my phone for suggested places that would be acceptable and not cause my guests to worry about me. The response was either the enormous bed in the sultan’s chambers or hot tub. It even gave me suggestions regarding specific girls, and one boy, to have near me, both for my sake and theirs.

The hot tub sounds good to me. I can use a soak anyway.

Upon entering the sultan’s apartment, I found we had a significant increase in those living here. It didn’t even touch the amounts of beds we had, but the shared eating area and pool were showing some congestion. A few kids noticed me coming in but went back to whatever they were doing when I arrived. After going downstairs to my sultan’s dressing area, which had way more clothes in my size than I would expect, I changed into a pair of loose shorts and a t-shirt. I didn’t see anyone appearing to be naked around the eating area or by the pool.

I’m not going to freak these kids out by going nudist on them.

“Do we have to wear suits in the swimming pool?” a little girl asked. “I can’t find one here that fits. Swimming in my panties shows off everything, and the suit didn’t cover anything either. My brother said I had to ask because someone might get upset, seeing a naked little girl swimming.”

I didn’t answer her question directly. Instead, I reached down to pull the t-shirt over her head and pull her panties down. A raspberry on her Buddha-Belly and pat on the butt sent her running off toward the pool. I went around the eating area, querying the little kids if they wanted to go naked. Most handed me what clothes they had and took off naked. Some went to the pool, and others went back to eating after some of the staff got towels under them.

Using the place in my head, I made myself not see their clothes. When I looked at most of the little kids in the eyes, I saw many that looked me back in the eyes before looking down sadly. Others looked up at me and then went back to whatever they were doing.

I went to each of the ones that looked sad, pulled them off to the side, and said, “It doesn’t matter what someone said did or whatever excuse they made up when they were whipping you, hitting you, or whatever else they did to you. It wasn’t your fault. Nothing you could do would justify what they did to you. You are just a little kid, ok? Now we are going into the big bathroom behind me, and you’re going to strip.”

They didn’t seem to want to do what I said but did anyway.

Their parents or guardians fucked them up to make them do what as they were told, or else.

Eleven of them slowly stripped, mostly with their backs to everyone else. Two little girls stripped to panties, but that was as far as they could go.

I pulled them off to the side behind a partition, asked them to pull their panties down, and put a foot on a bench, so I could see why they weren’t taking their panties off. One had still fresh cuts crisscrossing everywhere her panties covered. Even the effort of pulling her panties down stung so severely she was fighting hard to keep the tears from coming.

The other girl had a bad case of diaper rash.

“Sweetheart, it doesn’t matter why you have that rash, ok?” I told the one with a diaper rash.

As I helped them pull their panties back on, I reached out to Molly to tell her what I found on the two girls. I doubted that they were the only ones here. Whoever brought them here wouldn’t leave kids under ten here without other siblings or someone who was going to care for them, besides the staff. She told me to do my thing to find out what the others may have that needs treatment. It was a huge relief to find that none of the kids had STDs, and girls with yeast infections were already treated. Every kid got a full set of immunizations too.

I pulled both girls into a hug. They melted into my arms as I pulled them to me. After a few seconds, I moved back and told them to go wherever they had their clothes, take off the panties, put them in whatever hamper for dirty clothes they could find, and then pull on pajama shorts. They were very soft and would make them feel so much better while we waited on some unique medicine to arrive. They headed back out of the room to get PJ shorts on.

Back out in the bathroom, the kids were already doing what I planned to have them do anyway.

“See. I told you that you weren’t the only one someone hurt for whatever reason. You don’t need to be embarrassed about it,” I explained. “I do have to give you a bit of warning. There are older kids here who have gone through the same stuff that happened to you. Other’s haven’t. Don’t be surprised if a boy or girl pulls you into a hug. Unless they are touching you in a wrong way, and you don’t like it, I think they made need the hugs as much as you. Now, be little kids already! You are safe here.”

Some tweens surrounded me to ask if they could go naked or at least topless. As soon as I said yes, they were shucking clothes. Well, some did. I saw boys that looked embarrassed when they saw the other boy’s dicks or had boners. The girls had a similar reaction, since some took off their tops, but hesitated to take off their pants and panties after they saw some girls already had hair. Other girls were worried about their tits.

“I’m not going to let you do this to yourselves,” I told them.

I proceeded to strip off all their shirts. I pointed out to the girls that the others were in the same boat. They hadn’t gotten tits yet or were only starting to show. Next, I stripped the boys.

I didn’t let them cover up as I stripped the girls.

“Ok. Listen up. If you look closely, well you are already looking closely, you will see you each have no hair or just some fuzz. Kids all develop at different times. It is also normal for the boys to have hardons, and girls to be getting a bit wet between their legs. I don’t know what happened to you that brought you here, but boys and girls being naked in front of each other isn’t as big a deal as people make it out to be. You already know the rules say no exploring each other’s body in common areas, and no playing in the bedrooms either,” I explained.

A fully dressed girl asked, “You are letting anyone go nude who wants. Why are you being so draconian about allowing them to satisfy their curiosity?”

“A good question, which I will answer with a question,” I replied. “Are you willing to strip right here and now for the kids to explore your naked body, inside and out? How about them doing oral sex or even intercourse?”

She stuttered, blushed, got angry, blushed again, and then said, “That wouldn’t be appropriate, would it? I’m many years older than them and fully developed.”

“All the better. Each can compare your body to those of the other girls,” was my retort.

That frazzled her. I sent the kids off to play in the pool or hang out. I watched a group go off to pull some couches in close and then proceed to, one by one, show the other’s their privates. It only took a few minutes for them to get over checking each other out and start playing some board game they found. Another group was working a puzzle. They were pushing against each other, with tits, dicks, and the occasional pussy, making contact with someone else. When someone didn’t like it, which was rare, they asked the person to move back, or they moved away. Nothing was sexual, at least that I could see. More than once, I noticed a boy, with wood, was behind a girl as he reached around her. His penis did poke around a bit, and sometimes the girl moved to have it go somewhere they both might like, but the longest I saw it last was five seconds. They were more into the puzzle than each other.

“Come on,” I said to the frazzled girl. “We need to go somewhere private to have a chat.”

Damn, that is a lot of emotions going across her face.

I found this room with couches and a bed, as well as a TV and radio. They soundproofed this area.

“Do you mind if I take off your clothes as you tell me why you did all you could to cover every part of your body except your head and hands?” I asked

She held her arms up and began telling me that by the time I got her naked, I would understand. I learned about how being fully covered is what kept her from having problems that plagued her older sister and brothers.