The steps led up to a large square room. Tall windows with small diamond panes of glass looking out over the rain sodden gardens, formed three of it's sides. Well dressed affluent looking men stood about or lounged on sofas and in arm chairs chatting to each other. Mingled among them were boy's, some naked, some wearing at least some part of the Home's uniform. Most of the fully uniformed boys were moving about the room carrying trays of sandwiches and drinks. By far the larger number were clearly attached to a specific man, sitting at his feet or on his knees or standing close by his side as the man chatted to his friends and idly caressed his boy.
In the centre of the room was a square of highly polished parquet flooring. On it four exquisitely pretty boys dressed in tiny loin cloths gyrated slowly to slow soft music.
Mr Adams threaded his way through the groups of men and their attendant boys to where two men sat in adjacent arm chairs talking quietly to each other. Nicky recognised one as being Doctor Butler and the other as the man who had been with the doctor in the garden.
A naked boy about Nicky's age nestled on the doctor's knee his head resting on the man's shoulder his lips nuzzling his neck. The Doctor sat with an arm around the boys waist his hand toying with the lad's erect little prick.
"You better be careful Andrew," Mr Adams said to the Doctor, "or that boy of yours will come before you are ready."
"One of the delights of this boy," Dr Butler replied lightly is that, "he can come at least six times to my once. He'd better not mess my clothes though or that nice round bum of his will be all red and sore."
The boy giggled and gently nibbled the lobe of the doctor's ear.
"I've got your the bit of boys flesh you asked for Matthew," Mr Adams said to the other man.
"So I see," the man replied lazily reaching up and squeezing Nicky's thigh. "He's cleaned up quite nicely. Turn round boy, lets see your bottom."
Nicky obeyed. He felt the man take hold of his shorts by the elastic band round their top and pull them down over his hips.
"We don't want those on you any more," the man said. "Good firm bottom too. I hope it's as good to _f_u_c_k_ as it is to look at."
Mr Adams gripped Nicky's chin between his finger and thumb and tipped his head back so that he was looking down into the boy's face.
"Listen boy," he said harshly, "Mr Ellis is a very important man and I want him to enjoy his time here. He has chosen you out of all the other little whores in this place. You give him a good time or your backside and my cane will become acquainted again . And it won't be a mere twelve strokes if you let me down. I'll slice your rump up so that it's just a bleeding lump of meat. Do you understand me boy?"
"Ye..yes Sir." Nicky quavered.
"Good." Mr Adams pushed the boy roughly away. Nicky staggered back and Matthew Ellis pulled him down onto his knees. Nicky felt something hard pressing up against his bare bottom under the coarse fabric of the man's trousers.
Matthew pulled Nicky close to him so that he was nestling against his chest. He slid one hand up the inside of the boy's thighs and began to toy with his tiny balls. Nicky stirred uneasily. He felt uncomfortable with the man fingering him so intimately, on the other hand, although a week had past, the memory of the agony of the beating that Mr Adams had given him remained vivid. If the choice was between letting the man play with his balls or having Mr Adams's cane slashing down again across his bare backside there was no contest. Anyway, despite himself, he was starting to harden. Matthew felt the boy beginning to respond to his caresses. With his free hand he pulled the boy's face round to his. Increasingly excited by the man's hand exploring his crutch Nicky's eyes were glazed, his lips parted while his breath was came in short pants. Matthew bent forward and kissed the boy on the lips slipping his tongue deep into the lads throat. Nicky felt the blood in his prick surge. Fearful of messing the man's trousers he twisted away and landed on his knees on the floor his hands clasped round his pulsating _c_o_c_k_. Cum dripped from between his fingers onto the carpet.
Matthew lent forward and gripped Nicky by the back of his neck.
"You've messed the carpet you naughty boy," he said gently tightening his grip.
"Yes Sir. Sorry Sir," Nicky muttered. "I was afraid of doing it on you Sir."
A serving boy hurried over with a bowl of warm water and a cloth. He knelt beside Nicky and after wiping the cum from his hands began to sponge the carpet clean.
"You shouldn't have done it at all boy. Do you know what happens to little boys who do things that they shouldn't."
"Please Sir I didn't mean to Sir... I'm sorry Sir... really Sir...please," Nicky whined thinking of Mr Adams's cane and beginning to cry.
"I didn't ask you that. I asked you what happens to little boys who are naughty. I think from the way you're crying you know very well. Bur just in case I'll tell you. They get their bottoms spanked. Now up with you, face down across my knees, bottom right up."
Nicky found himself back in a position with which he was very familiar. This time though, across the knee of a strange man, being punished for such a reason and with other men beginning to gather round to watch the performance, it was more humiliating than ever before.
Matthew rested his hand on the curve of the boys delicious rump. He noticed how goose pimples had formed on the back of his thighs and thought how strange it was that this always seemed to happen when a boy was about to get his bottom spanked. He supposed it must be a nervous reaction. He mustn't he told himself get carried away. He didn't want the boy's bottom too sore. He had other plans for it for later on. Just enough to warm the boy up and get the lad aroused again.
He lifted his hand and began to deliver a steady series of blows on Nicky's upturned bum. The boy wriggled and whimpered as his palm cracked down on his bare flesh and the watching men urged him to strike harder. Right buttock, left buttock, Matthew alternated his slaps. Then seeing his chance as Nicky's legs thrashed uncontrollably in the air landed a heavy blow between them. The boy howled as the pain struck him. The men cheered and laughed.
Matthew set the sobbing boy back on his feet. He was amused to see his prick was once again standing to attention.
"There," he said, "that's it at least till next time."
He pulled the boy back down onto his knees. Nicky turned and buried his face in Matthews chest trying to hide his shame from the grinning men.
"Gentlemen," it was Mr Adams's voice, he was standing on the edge of a square of parquet flooring in the middle of the room and was clearly about to make a speech. He was holding a short metallic bar with a rubber handle and a loop of wire at it's end. "Gentlemen, if you will allow me to interrupt your pleasure for just a few minutes."
The laughter and talk died away.
"Thank you. First of all I want to thank you all for the continuing support you have given me over the past year. Without it Overdean House would cease to function. We here always try to give value for money and I hope that we succeed in doing that."
A murmur of assent ran around the room.
"It is our aim to provide you in exchange for your generous financial support with obedient, beautiful and on the whole willing boys for your enjoyment."
This time there was open applause.
"I am always gratified both by the generosity of your support and the interest that you show in the conditions under which our boys live here. In this respect I would say first, that I have arranged to postpone the normal defaulters parade from 9am tomorrow morning to 10.30 so that those, and on past form it will be most of you, who want to watch it will be able to complete your breakfasts before the first boy's bottom is flogged."
"Second ,I plan to experiment with a new tool to motivate the boys. We are continually trying to minimise the costs of keeping the boys and maximise the income from their exploitation so as to keep down the financial burden placed on yourselves. Indeed I hope in the not too distant future to announce, not the need for further contributions, but an actual dividend. The first since the foundation of this institution."
"This time of year we make quite considerable sums from using the boys to lift the main potato crop for certain local farmers. This is done on a contract basis, remuneration being fixed in terms of acres cleared with time based penalties and bonuses. This means working the boys for a fortnight through out daylight hours which at this time of year is about seventeen hours."
"Now the boys at the best of times are naturally lazy and ungrateful creatures and it has always proved difficult to extract maximum effort from them consistently during this period. We have of course used traditional incentives but even the whip can in time become counter productive rendering the boy incapable of work. To this end I have bought a set of electric cattle prods for use on an experimental basis and I thought you might like to see how effective these are."
"I have asked Matron to select a sturdy defaulter for this demonstration and here I think she comes now."
Matron entered the room dragging by his hand a whimpering boy a couple of years older than Nicky.
"Good Matron and what has this young man been up to?"
"He was caught thieving a bacon rind from your breakfast plate this morning Principle."
"Thieving a most serious offence. You can look forward to being well flogged tomorrow boy. Don't think you are going to escape the cane just because of a little bit of discomfort now."
The boys whimpering turned into a full scale wail as he heard this news.
"Strip now boy and perhaps gentlemen you would like to gather round to observe."
Nicky noticed the boy despite his distress remembered to place his clothes neatly folded on the floor. He also saw from the livid bruises on the lads bottom that he had not escaped a preliminary beating.
The boy got to his feet and turned to face Mr Adams .
"There are three settings for this instrument, high medium and low. I will first try the medium."
Mr Adams touched the side of the boys thigh with the end of the metal tube. The boy squealed and leapt away. One of the watching men pushed him back towards Mr Adams.
"And now high."
Again the boy screamed out. Again he was caught by one of the men and thrown back to the waiting prod. Over and over again Mr Adams applied the metal bar to the naked flesh of the screaming boy driving the boy round the ring of laughing men. In the end the youth fell sobbing to his knees.
"Right" Mr Adams shouted, " four of you waiting boys get him flat on his face legs apart, quick now and one on his back parting his arse cheeks for me."
The boy was screaming hysterically before ever Mr Adams applied the prod to his anus. There was one louder scream than ever. The boy thrashed on the floor convulsively so that the five boys restraining him could hardly hold him in place. Then he lay quite still.
Dr Butler stepped forward and knelt beside the boy. He rolled him over onto his side. Nicky saw a white froth had oozing from between his lips.
"Just a fit., the doctor said quietly, "leave him on his side for the moment so that he doesn't swallow his tongue and he will be all right shortly."
"All right for me to flog tomorrow?" Mr Adams enquired.
"Yes, quite all right."
"Good I wouldn't want any of the boys thinking they can escape having their backsides thrashed by just having a fit."
Matthew Ellis could feel his stiff _c_o_c_k_ pressing up against the his trousers. Watching the boy being tortured had excited him until he was at the point of eruption. H e decided he needed urgently to get his _c_o_c_k_ into Nicky's tight little boy's arse. Without speaking he ceased him by the nape of his neck and marched him from the room, across the great hall and up the stairs to the guest room where he was to spend the night.
------------------ Adam lay face down on his bed crying quietly. It was not fair. All he had done was to ask Brian where Nicky was and why he wasn't coming home and the man had lost his temper and flogged him.
Something was wrong. He knew it was. Brian had beaten him often enough in the past but never unjustly and always at the end when it was over he would give Adam a hug and say something to comfort the crying boy and Adam would smile up at him through his tears and all would be over and forgotten till the next time. Not this time though. Brian had simply thrown the cane to the ground and walked from the room without a word. Any way Adam did not want to be cuddled by a man who could treat him so unfairly.
It was perfectly reasonable for him to want to know where Nicky was. The boy was his brother after all. Then there was that telephone call. Adam had picked the extension up in the kitchen and had heard Nicky's desperate plea for help. It was when he asked Brian why he had put the phone down on Nicky that the man had begun to flog him.
Well if Brian wouldn't or couldn't tell him what was going on and where Nicky was it was up to him to find out. There were one set of people who would know , the police at what ever station Nicky had been taken to. There were only two stations in town. Adam had been taken to the Swindon Road Station therefore Nicky must have been taken to Central.
Although he had always been told that the police were there to help Adam some how felt that they would not be too eager to volunteer information to a boy on any matter at all. He needed some sort of excuse. He could say he had some things he wanted to take to Nicky. He began to think of the other boy's most precious possessions. He could hardly take his mountain bike but there were his roller blades, his play boy, the Manchester United shirt and the old teddy bear that Nicky was a bit ashamed of but would somehow finished up in his bed most nights. Adam slipped down to the kitchen, got a large plastic bag, and packed this assortment of objects in it. As he left the house he could hear Mary and Brian shouting at each other. He had a feeling that things were falling apart.
In Central PWC Angela Thomas was arguing with her Sergeant.
"If you had just one piece of evidence to back you I'd start to do something but you haven't. Dr Butler speaks highly of Ovingdean. The local police do the same. All you have, Angela, is a feeling that the two men who picked the boy up were a bit on the tough side. And if I had to deal with a bunch of bloody boys I would be the same."
"Nicky wasn't a bloody boy Sergeant. He was a polite obedient very frightened child who had done nothing wrong. As for the local police. Have you ever made an enquiry with another force and been told everything was absolutely wonderful. It's not natural. We would find something to say against Mother Teresa. It shows we're doing our jobs."
"You can't produce one piece of evidence Angela and that's the end of it. If the boy himself had contacted somebody and complained it would be different. But there is nothing."
It was at this point in the discussion that Adam walked into the Central Police Station.
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Matthew's bedroom was a large room with windows looking out over the gardens. An open door led from it to the bathroom beyond. Matthew let go of the boy and walked over to the double bed checking that his case had been brought up and unpacked. He saw everything was as it should be his clothes put away the tube of KY jelly to hand on the bedside table.
Nicky catching sight of the toilet in the bathroom became conscious of a pressing need. Without thinking he set off towards it.
"Where do you think you're going boy?" Matthew demanded peremptorily.
"Please Sir. Sorry Sir. I need to go to the toilet Sir," Nicky stammered immediately conscious of the seriousness of his lapse.
"Well you ask my permission first boy."
"Yes Sir. Sorry Sir... Please can I go to the toilet Sir?"
"What do you want to do boy?"
"I...I..I," Nicky was even more confused and not at all sure of the language he should use to describe what was becoming steadily more urgent.
"Do you want to piss or _s_h_i_t_?" Matthew demanded impatiently.
"_s_h_i_t_ Sir. Please Sir," Nicky muttered in embarrassment.
"Then ask boy and speak up."
"Please Sir. May I go for a _s_h_i_t_ Sir"
"Very well but be quick boy."
Nicky started across the room towards the bathroom.
"Where do you think you're going boy?"
"To the toilet Sir. Please you said I could go," Nicky said desperately.
"You don't use the toilet. There's a pot under the bed. Get it out and squat on that."
Matthew began to undress. He looked down at the boy crouched at his feet. Shorn of all human dignity, forced to perform his animal functions in front of another, the lad was really beneath contempt. And yet in a strange way he felt, not envy: it was impossible to feel envious of a boy who fell into the hands of Mr Adams; but conscious that, miserable as Nicky's short boyhood at Ovingdean would no doubt be, would have crammed into it more drama if also more suffering than he himself would experience in the whole of a long but boring life.
Matthew slipped off his trousers and underpants. His prick jutted up hard and demanding out of the thick forest of black pubic hair. He saw the boy eyeing it with a mixture of fear and wonder. Matthew felt both emotions were fully justified.
"Come on Boy. Get a move on," Matthew urged prodding the straining boy's bare thigh with his toe. "I'm going to shove a great deal more up that bottom than your emptying out of it."
"Please Sir. I've finished Sir."
"Good. Go and empty the pot in the toilet and wipe yourself clean. And come back here quick." Matthew commanded, adding as the boy set off towards the toilet carrying the pot, "and see you don't get anything on the carpet too." He smiled to himself as Nicky clapped his free hand to the cleft of his buttocks.
When the boy returned to the room Matthew was sitting on the edge of the bed the tube of KY jelly open in his hand.
"Face down over my knees," he ordered.
"Please sir. I...I..I'm very sorry Sir," Nicky whined as he obeyed.
Matthew realised the boy thought he was going to be spanked and patted his bare bottom reassuringly.
"It's all right," he said. "I'm not going to beat you this time. Just put some lube on you to make things easier. Spread your legs and push your bum up. Remember this will make it less painful for you." He could feel Nicky's hard little _c_o_c_k_ hard against his bare thigh.
"Will it hurt much Sir?" Nicky asked nervously emboldened by the more sympathetic note in the man's voice.
"A great deal Boy," Matthew replied settling the boy to his satisfaction across his knees. "You saw how big my _c_o_c_k_ is and I'm going to bury that in you up to it's root. But it's going to happen and that's the end of it. And although it will hurt a lot, more than Mr Adams cane on that sweet bottom of yours it will also give you the greatest pleasure you are likely ever to have."
He parted the cheeks of the boy's tight little rump. He saw that Nicky had been so hurried that he had been less than thorough in cleaning his bottom. It didn't matter. In fact it presented another opportunity to humiliate the boy. He began to work the ointment around the lips of the boy's anus.
Matthew pressed gently. Nicky initially tensed but then pushed his bottom upwards opening himself to the man's probing finger. Matthew pushed his finger deeper and the boy clamped his cheeks tight about it. He seemed to be trying to draw it down into himself.
Matthew pulled the finger back and the boy moaned. He pushed down hard and widened the boy's hole to take a second finger. The boy's bottom clenched and unclenched as he rode the man's fingers. Then he relaxed and Matthew felt the boy's seed gush out over the top of his bare leg.
He set Nicky back on his feet.
"Oh Sir... I'm sorry Sir," the boy wailed in panic.
"That's all right," Matthew replied quietly. "You'll be ready again in a minute or two. Just lick it up."
The boy hesitated.
"Now Nicky, now.," he snapped his voice once again hard and imperious.
Nicky knelt down at the man's feet.. Matthew looking down at the boy's fair head bent over his crutch and feeling the lads quick tongue licking his thigh had to exercise all his self control to avoid cumming himself.
His task completed Nicky hunkered back on his knees. Matthew looked into his face. His lips were parted his eyes soft, fearful and acquiescent.
"You want my _c_o_c_k_ now don't you Boy?" Matthew demanded roughly.
"Yes Sir. Please Sir." Nicky's voice was hardly more than a whisper.
"Here," Matthew continued, passing the open tube of KY jelly to Nicky, "you grease it up my for me."
"Thank you Sir," Nicky took the tube and began to work the jelly gently into the man's swollen penus. He wondered at it's size and at the feel of the man's blood throbbing under his touch. Would he really be able to take this hard cruelly curved rod into his bottom right to it's root set in the man's forest of coarse pubic hair? What would it feel like? Would it tear his body? It was so large, so demanding, so inescapable. His world had somehow narrowed to include only the man's tumescent member. Very daringly, because unbidden, he bent his head and kissed it's tip. Nicky was like a savage worshipping an idol representing not a god of mercy who would succour and protect but a god of power who could rend and destroy.
Matthew inspected the two fingers with which he had probed the boy's hole. They were greasy and stained. He held his hand out to the boy.
"Lick them clean," he commanded.
Nicky ran his tongue over the man's fingers tasting his own _s_h_i_t_ and then took them fully into his mouth.
Matthew stood up and arranged two pillows one on top of the other in the middle of the bed.
"Get across them with your bum in the air and your legs apart," he ordered.
He knelt between Nicky's legs and touched the lips of the boy's anus with the tip of his _c_o_c_k_. The boy gave a little gasp and arched his back lifting his bottom and opening it to the man. Matthew pushed down into the boy forcing his way past his sphincter with a series of savage thrusts. Nicky screamed as the pain tore through him. Matthew, undeterred by the boy's cries drove savagely down burying the full length of his _c_o_c_k_ in the lad. He paused a moment as the boy sobbed under him. Then he withdrew his _c_o_c_k_ a little and thrust down again and again with increasing urgency. Nicky's body despite the pain began to respond. It seemed to Matthew to wrap itself tight about his member and at the same time to draw it further down into itself. Matthew felt his blood surge and then he came shooting his cum deep into the boy. It was a long and many phased orgasm.
After it was over he rolled off the boy. Nicky remained lying across the cushions, his legs spread his bottom elevated, crying quietly. Matthew saw that some semen and a little blood was trickling down the inside of the boy's thighs. The boy stirred, turned his head towards Matthew and smiled up at him through his tears.
Matthew did not smile back.
"Now you lick me clean," he said coldly.
Obediently but a little painfully Nicky crawled down the bed and kneeling beside the man's crutch began to lick the slime from the man's penus.
Matthew bent his knees and Nicky taking the hint slipped his tongue into the cleft of the man's buttocks. Really, Matthew thought, the boy was a quick learner.
For a moment he toyed with the idea of taking Nicky away from the home. He would let him have a real childhood, send him away to school, visit him, make a fuss of the lad, give him treats and just occasionally _f_u_c_k_ him. Then he dismissed the idea. It was a mistake to spoil boys. They performed best when they were treated rough. Nicky was living proof of this..