Authors: Clint Adams
As we descended deeper into the pit which the bigger kids had dug for us, a number of things attitudinally began to change for us. I suppose the biggest change was that the trading of blow jobs with these guys no longer seemed to us to be any big deal. The act of wrapping our lips around another kid’s erection became as normal to us as shaking hands or brushing our hair. We also began to think of these older kids as our closest friends and confidants. It seemed as if we could talk with these guys about almost anything, as long as we continued to give them all good head. But we weren’t won over to this new lifestyle entirely just yet. We still understood that despite our willingness now to engage in whatever behavior they demanded from us, we were being forced to live this way against our wills, and an event on Thursday of that second week reminded us that our new-found complacency toward these guys was dangerous and perhaps not the best way for us to handle our relationship with them.
It happened after we had returned to our room that evening from having dinner. By now, if Matt and I weren’t in our classes or at our meals or with the upperclassmen, we tended to keep ourselves in our room and isolated from the rest of the student body. Whether it was real or imagined, we had begun to believe that the other kids at the Academy were treating us differently than they had before this whole business with the gang had gotten started. So to avoid questions and other discomforts in social situations, we felt it was better for us to simply keep to our dorm if there was no place in particular where we were needing to be. I suppose, then, this was why they had no trouble finding us when they came looking for us.
I was sitting at my desk which stood along the east wall of our room near the door while Matt had decided to lie down on his bed for a few minutes before getting started on his homework. My mind, at this moment, was focused on the task of remembering what assignments had been given in class that day when a serious knocking on our door commanded us to respond.
“Come in…” I called out as I turned my head in time to see Matt sit up on his bed.
Immediately then, our door blew open and the leader and the head waiter stormed in. “Ya blew it, Clint!” the leader announced as he walked quickly through the room and over to stand next to Matt. “Ya screwed up!”
The head waiter then closed our door behind him and took up a position next to me.
“Stand up,” the leader barked out his order at my roommate.
Matt shot me a questioning look for an instant, and then he placed his feet on the floor and stood up in silence. It was obvious to us both that something was up and I could tell that Matt was now gripped with fear. I was afraid too. Because neither of us had any idea of what this was all about.
“I don’t understand,” I said as I tried to deflect the leader’s attention away from my friend.
“You wrote a letter to your parents about us and you tried to mail it today, Clint,” the leader thundered.
Instantly I felt butterflies in my stomach in the way I used to when I was a small child and I had just been caught at something I had known I wasn’t supposed to be doing. At the same time, it angered me to learn that the leader had intercepted my letter. But I held my tongue and refrained from offering any response, since I couldn’t think of anything to say at the moment that wouldn’t have made things worse for us.
Tampering with the U.S. Mail,
I thought to myself instead.
Well that’s one more felony we can add to the list.
The leader then continued with his rant. “I warned you both what would happen if you didn’t cooperate completely with us.” And with that, the leader turned and slugged Matt hard in his stomach.
“Ohoof!” Instantly Matt doubled over in pain from the blow. “Now hold on a minute!” I yelled as I stood up to help my roommate. But before I could take a step, the head waiter slugged me in my stomach also— “Ohoof!”—which forced me back down into my chair. “Ah!”
“Stay in your chair and keep quiet,” the head waiter demanded of me. The head waiter wasn’t as good at throwing a punch as the leader was, but the blow I took from him was painful enough to get the job done, and it caused me to have to keep my arms pressed together against my stomach while I sat bent forward and facing the floor in front of me. And before I could recover, I felt my assailant suddenly grab a large hunk of my bangs and raise my head so I would be forced to watch the other things the leader was about to do to poor Matt.
When the leader could see that I was watching again, he then grabbed a hunk of Matt’s hair and pulled my roommate’s head up in the same way. “Ok, Clint. If Matt had screwed up, I’d be doing this to you. But because you fucked up, I’m now gonna punish Matt. So I hope you enjoy watching this.” And with that, the leader threw a right cross at my roommate’s face.
“Auhauh!” As it connected, the leader’s punch forced Matt’s small body to sail backwards through the air until he landed sprawled on his back crosswise on his bed.
The leader then reached down and grabbed the front of Matt’s shirt with his fist and lifted the boy off of his mattress until my roommate was hanging hopelessly in the air above his bed. “Remember, Clint, this is happening to him because of you.” With his right fist, the leader then threw another punch at my friend’s face.
“Auh!” The force from the leader’s blow drove Matt’s body down hard onto his bed again. In response, Matt coughed once then he rolled his head to one side, groaned slightly and finally bent one of his arms at the elbow. He was being devastated by the beating he was taking. Still not finished, the leader grabbed the front of my friend’s shirt again and lifted Matt above his bed one more time. It was awful to watch. “Uh!” Once again the force from the leader’s punch propelled Matt downward until his battered body slammed helplessly against his bed. This time, once he was down Matt lay still. A quick inspection of his condition revealed that he no longer seemed able to move on his own and I watched anxiously for any signs of life from his head or his arms which were now extended like crooked tree branches from his body.
“No! Don’t hit him any more!” I pleaded.
“Shut up!“the head waiter yelled at me. He then let go of my hair so I could continue to watch this spectacle on my own. The leader acted as if he hadn’t heard me at all. Instead he bent over Matt’s quieted body and began to unbutton my friend’s shirt. When he had it undone all the way and had separated the two halves to reveal Matt’s torso, the leader went on to unbuckle Matt’s belt and unhitch Matt’s pants. The side of the mattress was hitting my roommate at about mid thigh, causing his legs to hang out and away from his bed. So when the leader unzipped Matt’s pants, he was able then to pull the boy’s pants and underpants down along his legs until he could leave them to hang around my friend’s ankles.
With Matt’s naked body now exposed for all of us to see, the leader wasted no time in placing his thumb and forefinger onto Matt’s penis so he could begin to stimulate his victim sexually. As the head waiter and I watched the stroking begin, it didn’t take long before Matt’s body was beginning to react to what the leader was doing to him.
“Hhhha!” Matt exhaled sharply and then he rolled his head to his right. He wasn’t unconscious, but he had definitely been wiped out by the violence which had just been waged against him. When the leader could see that Matt was responding to his efforts, he quickened the pace of his stroking. In no time he had worked the boy’s penis into a solid erection.
“Uuh!” Matt groaned and rolled his head over to his left. It was obvious now that he was feeling the surges of stimulation all throughout his battered body. “Uuh!… Uuh!” Soon apparently, Matt was approaching his climax.
There wasn’t a thing I could do for my roommate at the moment. I knew that if I said or did anything right now, the head waiter would hit me again before I could get myself out of my chair. I did manage, though, to get a quick glance at him and I could see that he was smiling as he watched my roommate respond to his hand job.
“Ah!” Now Matt sounded as if he was about to pop. “Uhoof… Uhoof… Ah!” And with that, Matt’s entire body flinched as we watched his semen begin to spurt out.
The leader continued to stroke Matt until his throbbing ended. Then the leader let go of the boy’s swollen member and wiped his hand off on Matt’s face. “There!” he proclaimed. “Now he ought’a feel better.” The leader then turned his head and looked at me again. “Now remember this, Clint. This all happened to Matt because of what you did. So don’t screw up again. Got it?”
“Yes, sir,” I answered obsequiously. I just wanted these guys to get out of our room so I could tend to my friend’s needs.
“Remember, I own you two. You guys can’t do shit around here without checking with me first, and I can do anything to you I want. Got it?”
“Yes, sir.” This time I looked down at the floor when I gave my answer. I was worried that if I looked directly at him, he might take that as an act of defiance and wind up staying in our room longer to do or say something else to us.
“All right, come on.” The leader then said to the head waiter. “Let’s get the hell out of here.” A moment later they had gone, and I jumped out of my chair so I could cross the room and sit down on the bed next to Matt.
“Are you ok?” I asked not knowing what else to say.
“Ah!” was the only reply that Matt seemed to be able to give me at the moment.
“Matt, I ‘m so sorry this happened to you. If I had any idea they were gonna stop our mail, I’d never tried to send my letter out.” I then began to inspect Matt’s body to see what his needs were going to be. “Oh shit! You’re bleeding!”
“Huh?” Matt replied.
“He opened up that cut again on your lip. It’s not too bad, but I need to go get something for it.” I then stood up again and stepped quickly over to our closet. We always kept a roll of paper towels in our room, so I tore off a few sheets, and then I threw open our door and dashed across the hall to soak them in cold water from our bathroom sink. A moment later I was back and sitting on Matt’s bed again. He was still lying there on his back. “Here,” I said. And then I placed the wadded-up wet paper towels against the cut on my friend’s lip.
“Thanks,” Matt said as he raised one of his hands to take over the job of holding the compress to his lip. “What an asshole,” he exclaimed.
“Who, me?” I was worried that Matt blamed me for what had just happened to him.
“No, the leader. That was really weird.” Embarrassment was beginning to set in.
“Yeah, no kidding,” I agreed.
Matt continued to speak as he began his struggle to sit up again. “I think we’re gonna have to be a lot more careful about these guys from now on.”
Weekends in boarding schools are usually pretty dull. Going into town and wandering the streets of Ulster, or shooting baskets alone or with other students on the campus were about the only activities there were for us to do. But once Matt and I had crossed over into the seamy world of the eight upperclassmen, our weekend boredom became unbearable. By the time the second Saturday after the pine field had come around, we were seeing life exclusively through a haze of marijuana smoke. Since we were restricted from going into town, and since neither one of us felt inclined to exert ourselves enough to play basketball, we were left to do little more than lie on our beds and listen to my stereo.
“Start it over again will ya, Clint?” Matt asked me when the forth side of the
Tommy
album by The Who had finished playing. It had seemed to me to be a fitting couple of records to put on that day.
“Aw, why don’t you put the record on this time?” Just lying there on my bed, I was feeling too comfortable to move. Besides, the temperature that day was up in the high eighties and moving would have required sweating, and I really hadn’t wanted to do either.
“Oh, come on, Clint,” my roommate protested. “You’re closer.” This matter now required a moment of thought. “All right. I’ll put the first side on again. Give me a minute, though.” I wanted a little time to work up the steam I was going to need to drag myself off of my bed.
By the time the warning bell had sounded for dinner later that afternoon, it seemed apparent that, since we hadn’t been told otherwise, there was not going to be a special party given for us at the head’s house this week. Neither Matt nor I said anything to each other about it at the time, but we both knew that in the eyes of our masters, we were now compliant enough to cause them to believe that they no longer needed to make special efforts to keep us obedient. So with a huge sigh of relief, we sauntered over to the dining hall for dinner that night by ourselves. It felt kind of liberating to finally have a break from the gang. “Maybe,” we hoped, the bigger kids had grown tired of us so we could be left alone for a while.
After dark, perhaps a half hour or so before lights out, we were back on our beds when our lethargy was interrupted by a knock on our door. When I hollered for whoever it was to come in, I remember being surprised to see that it was Artist and one of the other upperclassmen who were paying us a visit. At first, Matt and I were confused by their timing. Artist was the one who usually gave me my nightly rituals, but it was too early just yet for us to go to bed.
“Good evening, boys,” Artist announced as he rushed into our room.
“Hey,” the other guy said as he carried into our room a large brown grocery sack filled with bottles of some sort which clanked together as he set it all down on my desk.
“You’re a little early tonight aren’t ya?” I couldn’t believe it, but after barely talking to anyone all day, I was actually relieved now to have people other than my roommate to interact with. Even if they were slime balls.
“Oh, no. We’re not here to do our usual thing this time. We’ve got a whole new program for you little guys tonight.” Another thing that seemed odd was that both of these guys were wearing the same clothing—gym shorts, T-shirts and flip-flops.
“Like what?” Every time the older kids changed their pattern, Matt’s first reaction was to become concerned.