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Monday morning, they took the little boy who'd cried when Maurice had been taken out. When his name was called, he fell on the floor crying and curled up in a ball, tight as he could, shuddering violently with each sob. They carried him out like that. I was the only one who watched.
Jonathan came to my bed mid-morning. I was in no mood to talk but forced myself anyway in an attempt to re-direct my thoughts away from that infernal machine that had us all terrified, that I expected to be tortured by that very week.
He wanted to know more about my sexual adventures, offering a tit for tat with tales of what he'd done with his three boy friends. I told him a bit of what had gone on at my school with Tommy and Pat and Frank and Mitchell. Martin came to mind but served to depress more than distract me.
Eventually, I couldn't stop myself from asking Jonathan about what it had been like in the electric chair.
He sucked in his bottom lip and stared at the floor. I wasn't sure whether he was searching for words or just didn't want to talk about it.
I asked, 'How many times...'
'Seventeen,' he answered before I could complete the question.
'Why, what for?' just fell out of my mouth.
'So I wouldn't want to have sex with boys any more.'
'I think they think it will scare you enough that you won't want to do it any more. It works that way. You heard Brian and the others.
'So when they think you're scared enough, they stop?'
'I suppose so. They don't even talk to me any more. I haven't seen a doctor for two months.'
'But you still like boys.'
'I didn't say that.'
'But you want to fuck me. I'm not going to say anything to anybody.'
'I gotta finish reading my book.'
And that was that. He got up and walked to his bed though not with the same assuredness. His head hung down, his shoulders slumped. I felt sorry for bringing up what must have been such a terrible experience, one that could just as easily begin anew if the doctors realized they had failed with him. Or maybe they knew their machine was ineffective, didn't accomplish what it was supposed to, and didn't care, just enjoyed hurting us.
A single man in white carried the small boy back in under his arm and dropped him on his bed. There wasn't any sound coming from the boy but his face was contorted as though he were crying. He again curled up in a ball. For a moment he rolled up onto his head and knees then fell back over.
I looked around. A few in the room were watching him but none of the queers, except, of course, me. I was moved to go to the boy, hold him, comfort him. But fear held me where I was. Would they hold it against me, punish me for being kind? There had to be a reason no one ever wanted to be with another who had undergone the torture of the electric machine. Guilt flowed through my mind like a purple dye poured into a glass of water.
The guilt was gradually replaced by anger. The boy they had assaulted with electricity never bothered anyone, kept to himself, merely wished to be left alone. There was no reason to do what they were doing to him or any of us. It accomplished nothing but terrify us.
I looked at the table where the six known homosexuals always gathered. All were still very effeminate, always touching one another. I was sure, given the opportunity and the assurance there'd be no repercussions, they'd be sucking and screwing one another with abandon. Jonathan still wanted to fuck me after all they'd put him through.
Even knowing how important food was to me if I ever wanted to escape from that terrible place, I wasn't able to eat more than a few small bites of my ham sandwich. I didn't dare drink the fruit ade.
tried to sleep after lunch but was kept awake by a variety of visions of what
the machine looked like and what I would be going through.
I was weak from a lack of food when they called for me Tuesday morning. I stayed on my bed and buried my face in the pillow.
'C'mon, Lloyd, Dr. Hein just wants to talk to you,' said the man who'd come for me.
I followed, only half believing him. We went to the first floor but turned in the opposite direction from the doctor's office then into a room near the stairs. Dr. Hein was there. So was the chair. There was no mistaking it. There was the heavy wood, the straps, the electrical apparatus next to it, the wires. It was laid back almost like a lawn chair.
From where I'll never know, anger surged through me. 'You son-of-a-bitch!' I shouted.
Hands took hold of me, powerful hands. 'Let go of me you bastards!' I yanked loose and all but jumped into the chair. I lay my arms on the thick wooden arms. They strapped me in, arms, legs and waist, then my head. I glared at the doctor.
'You are angry now, Malcolm, but you vill be vewy happy when you are normal. You vill see.'
see how you talk. You did not learn zat in your nice
home or your nice school. Zat kind of talk iss from za streets where you go
He sat beside me and began his tired litany of the benefits of being heterosexual. I tuned him out and steeled myself to take what they were going to deliver, to withstand this pain as I had that inflicted by my father. I had survived him. I would survive these men. I would find a way to escape and they'd all pay, but first, my father. He had to die for this.
I hardly felt them attach something to my right thumb and forefinger. The doctor, whose words seemed an indistinct mumble by that time, got up and put something into another apparatus on a small table beside me. The lights were turned out, the thing turned on. A small movie screen on the far wall lit up with a color photo of a pretty, naked teen aged girl with a look of lust on her face. 'Zis, Malcolm, iz vat nature tells us ve should vant. Even you must say she iss beautiful. Zis picture vill make za penis of any normal boy become vewy erect. Look at zose zoft breasts. And imagine vat it must feel like zere between her legs. But you, Malcolm, you vant one of zese.' He removed what must have been a transparency from the machine and replaced it with another, this one black and white, of a teen aged boy with a raging hard on. I closed my eyes but too late. Something shot through me, up from my hand into my chest, like I had been hit simultaneously on all sides of my arm and shoulder with a baseball bat and my chest filled suddenly by some strangely hard gas. It seemed to go on for a long time though it was probably only a second or two.
'Isn't za young girl zo much nicer, Malcolm?' said a voice near my ear. 'Girls are normal, Malcolm, nicer zan boys!'
It happened again. I think I tried to scream but couldn't.
doctor spoke again, softly, directly into my ear, about the softness and beauty
and normality of girls. I vaguely felt him caressing my chest and hair. 'Relax
now, you see, ve talk about girls, zo nice to hold you ant make you feel goot.
Look at her, Malcolm. Open your eyes and enjoy her beauty. Here iss another von ov her, no, it iss a different girl
My eyes opened of their own accord. My mind was on the pain in my shoulder. It felt like it had come apart. I wanted to check, feel it, but I couldn't raise my hand. It took some time before I remembered the straps. And there was the girl, staring at me, smiling slightly, like she too had forgotten something. Why was she naked? I smiled back at her. She'd forgotten her clothes.
I felt the warm air of the mouth speaking into my ear. 'She iss pretty, you see?'
The German accent brought me back to reality, to the stupid man speaking inanities. I maintained my smile. I was supposed to appreciate the sexuality of this creature facing me but she was just a curiosity, different from Mary who I'd fucked twice, not as pretty really. Mary's skin had been like a baby's. This one's looked rough compared to hers. Why would anyone want to rub their dick against such dry looking flesh. Stupid doctor, had he projected a photo of Mary when she was ten or eleven, that would have been a turn on. Any one of the boys in my ward, except maybe fat Butch, were more desirable than this sad, forgetful thing.
I realized the voice was saying something again, something about lips. I thought about which boys in the ward would be the best in bed. Klaus had a nice body, more defined than most, and great lips, big ones. Too bad he wasn't a queer like me. Still perhaps he'd enjoy a good screw. I could lie on my back and...
'Malcolm! Are you listening to me?' The doctor had his face in front of mine. I hadn't noticed him there. It took a moment to realize who he was.
'Vat are you sinking about, Malcolm? Vat do yo sink about the young lady in front of you.'
'Mary is prettier.' It was meant as a slam. He didn't get it.
'Mary. Who is Mary?'
'A girl I, was with a couple of years ago.' I needed to say more. 'I fucked her a couple of times. She had nicer skin.' The last words just sort of fell out.
There was silence for a few moments. 'Ah, Malcolm, you are lying to me again.'
The pain of what came next was as much of a surprise as it was severe. It was as though someone very powerful grabbed me by the arm or leg and slammed me into a concrete wall except I seemed to hit it front and back at the same time. The incredible aching was universal, throughout my entire body, in my muscles, my joints, in indefinable places. I cried out but there wasn't much sound. My lungs didn't seem to want to work.
I've no idea how long they left me there and have only a scattered recollection of being taken back to the ward. I do remember the hands that held me up, guided me, then dropped me on my bed face down. I rolled over and moved my arms and legs to see if they still worked and if that would alleviate my misery. It didn't.
At one point someone asked me if I wanted something to eat but I didn't answer. It took too long for me to understand the question. Anyhow, I doubt my stomach would have held anything down.
Gradually, my thoughts centered on the fact that I'd survived, that I could survive what they did to me, that escape was still a possibility, revenge still there for the taking. I let hate take over. They couldn't defeat me. I would exact retribution for whatever they did. I would kill my father, slowly, for his responsibility for all that had gone wrong in my life. Then, I'd come back for these bastards. They'd all pay!
Around mid-afternoon, while most of the others were outside, I tried to do my exercises but was still too weak though most likely from not eating that day. Strangely, the level of pain from the jolts I'd received wasn't affected by the workout. The energy required for what I was able to accomplish came from the hate in my belly. I determined to eat dinner, and every other meal, no matter what.
At dinner, no one spoke to me. Only Marlon seemed to eye me surreptitiously, cautiously. Jonathan kept his eyes on the book in his lap. I did notice he didn't eat much either.
I was called for again in the morning. My stomach was full. I'd eaten both my breakfast and half of another boy's who'd said he wasn't hungry. The man who came for me didn't say a word. I went without hesitation, this time to Dr. Hein's office.
'Zo, how do you feel today?'
I shook my head in disgust and sat.
suppose you understand now zat you must not lie to
me. It is vewy important vee
'I didn't lie.'
'Oh, Malcolm. Zat silly story about some girl named Mary...'
'She's the cousin of a boy who lives near me. She let me do it to her twice. It was the truth.'
He pursed his lips then started talking to me about the negative aspects of being a homosexual. The conversation was meaningless. I did lie and agreed that it wasn't a good life for anyone, that everyone, me included, was much better off as a heterosexual, that it would be nice to have a wife and kids like everyone else, that men who have sex with boys are evil destroyers.
It was unsure whether he took any stock in my professions but it didn't really matter. I was reverting to my old strategy of lie and deny. Though I had no doubt they could up the ante of punishment by inflicting greater amounts of electricity for more time, I felt confident I could handle it. For one thing, I didn't really believe, based on what I'd heard in the ward, that they ever actually planned on letting me go. However, if by some remote chance they did, it would be because they were convinced I'd changed my sexual orientation or, at least, would no longer engage in homosexual activity.
My goal at the time was to stay in shape as much as possible and earn the right to get outside. Once there, I could examine possible means of escape.
That afternoon, Klaus stayed inside when yard was called and rejoined me for my exercises. When I mentioned that I felt the meals I was served weren't enough to keep up my strength, he connected me with boys who didn't want all of the paltry meals we were served. He too ate more and gradually improved his exercise numbers. By the following Monday, he had managed to get his feet a foot off the floor hanging from the bed crossbar. I was back to eleven.
Jonathan came back to my bed the day after Klaus got back into my exercise regime, once again warning me not to say anything to the Austrian I wouldn't want Dr. Hein to know about. I occurred to me that Klaus might even be a way of feeding beneficial information about myself, things that might reduce the amount of pain I'd go through before I was able to effect my escape.
Jonathan also asked me never to discuss the electric treatments with him. He said he'd managed to block them out of his mind but was still terrified they might drag him back to that horrible room.
Then he got back to discussing sexual escapades.
day 22 of my stay at
However, a week later, the day after I got back to eleven leg raises hanging off the raised bed, I was taken back to the chair and strapped in. I tried to relax as Doctor Hein showed the picture of yet another teen girl, this one with her legs open, her fingers splayed over her vagina and her tongue licking her upper lip. The expression on her face made me think of a cigarette ad in a magazine. Then he flashed two older teen boys doing a sixty-nine. The charge he fired through me was less than the one when he'd accused me of lying. It was still quite painful. My plan to think about killing my father flew apart like the sparks that shot through my body. Once again, my shoulder felt as though it had been dislocated. I saw the separated bones in my mind and tried to concentrate on them instead of that awful full body ache.
He hit me twice more, following the same routine as before. But, once again, I survived it as I knew I would. On my bed, I folded my arms across my chest and tried to sleep, actually attaining varying degrees of unconsciousness by fantasizing tortures I could inflict on my father when I escaped.
I made a point of not discussing anything regarding sex or homosexuality with anyone, not even Dr. Cooper when he called me down Monday morning. I guided my conversations with Jonathan to books we had read and what and how we'd been taught in grade school.
It was in the showers that day when I noticed Marlon with a full erection. He was across from me with his back to the door where Mr. Shultz stood watching. He was trying to hide his masturbation by leaning over and back like he was washing himself. No one else seemed to notice. I got out from under the shower and washed myself in a position that I hoped would block Schultz's view of Marlon. It seemed to work as Schultz showed no signs of seeing what was going on.
However, when Marlon was called out after lunch, I worried I'd been unsuccessful in protecting him. That was confirmed half an hour later when he came back in the arms of two burly attendants and was tossed on his bed.
I noticed Klaus was looking at me as I watched them bring in Marlon. He had disappointment on his face. His attitude was subdued that afternoon when we worked out.
'What's wrong?' I asked him during out first set of sit ups.
is very bad what zey do to us
Dr. Hein saw me again Friday afternoon and talked to me about the men who I'd been servicing, again calling them perverts who destroyed youth for their own lust. I sought words to agree with him and came up with, 'They'll get theirs one day.'
He seemed to like that.
Sunday after Mass, I asked the priest if I could study to be an altar boy. It seemed a good move. He gave me a printed card with the Latin responses. Jonathan said he'd help. I began studying them immediately.
Four of the boys on the ward had visitors, a record during my relatively short 41 days there. I was certain there'd never be any for me. It wasn't sure my mother knew where I was. I had no doubt no one else did. I wondered what they thought my father had done with me. Some probably thought I was dead.
Tuesday's session with Dr. Cooper was on my supposed propensity for violence.
When I said the idea was ridiculous, the doctor responded, 'Didn't you try to kill your father with a poker once, a knife another time and, just a few weeks ago, with scissors?'
'I was defending myself. He attacked me. And I never even had a knife. He just said that to mother after he hit me with a chair.'
'Your father and mother say differently. Why would they do that?'
'None of you ever talked to my mother. It's all my father's crap.'
'Your mother was here two weeks ago. I spoke to her my...'
'Why didn't I get to see her?' I was surprised, angry, and hurt.
'Well, Malcolm, we don't think you're ready yet, and you just proved it by lying about what you did.'
'Was he here with her?'
'Of course, he...'
'She's afraid of him. That's why she said I did all that, especially that crap about a knife. I never, he just said that.' I was boiling, and realized it so shut up before saying something that would hurt me.
'You look very angry right now, Malcolm. Is that how you got whenever your father tried to discipline you?'
I wiped my arm over my eyes like I was crying. It seemed a more appropriate response. 'Did she say I ever tried to hurt her?'
'Well, no, but...'
'So why can't a kid see his own mother?'
'Malcolm, you have a long way to go yet before we can take a chance on that. You're not ready.'
'So when am I going to be ready? I do everything you say. I don't get in any trouble. Crap!'
'It's not that simple, Malcolm. You have some serious problems that we must deal with.'
I waited for him delineate my 'serious problems', and cool myself off. I almost asked to be allowed to go outside but had planned not to request that, just wait for it to be granted. It seemed a more secure strategy.
Later on in the conversation, I admitted to going after my father with the poker but continued to deny the knife. I knew if pressed out of sight of my father, my mother would admit to have not seen any such weapon in my hand.
The scissors I attributed to feeling betrayed when my father had promised other things, which he, of course, had not. Lie and deny. I had to admit what they could prove, deny the rest in hopes that once caught in the simplest fabrication, my father's stories would all fall into doubt. It had worked with Father Simons. It might work here.
the priest tested me on the altar boy's responses to what he said during
Monday, day forty-nine, during our exercises, which by then everyone else ignored, Klaus seemed pensive, almost withdrawn. I said nothing.
Then, out of the blue during my first set of pull ups, he said in a whisper, 'Malcolm, I want to fuck you so bad. I know you like it. I am not so big. It will feel fantastic. I am very good. You will love it.'
'You're crazy,' was all I could muster while not stopping what I was doing. Jonathan had been right, his stories about Klaus, Mr. Coulter and Sonny all nearly verified.
He waited until I was finished. As he got into position to do his own work, which required me to stand where he had and hold up the bed, he continued, 'We can do it at night. Coulter will be asleep, like all za rest in here. In the bathroom or between the beds here. No one will see. I have some cream zat is very slippery. It will feel great.'
'Just do your pull ups, Klaus. I don't even want to talk about anything like that.'
He was on some inner control. 'Look, you can trust me. I'm gonna tell you somesing so you know. Tonight, I'm gonna suck off Coulter in za shower room. I do it a lot and he give me sings, does me favors like some of za extra food I get, zose comics I got. I can go in za bathroom and beat off any night when he's on. And after I suck him off, he gets sleepy and sleeps for a while. You wait up and you'll see. Please, Malcolm. It's been almost a year since I fucked anybody and I'm going crazy. And you got such a beautiful ass. And you're gonna love it. I'm...'
I got on the floor and started doing leg raises, doubt about him fucking Sonny renewed. He put the bed down, sat beside me then did the same. 'Tonight, I show you. Before I go out zere, I wake you up and you can see I tell the truth.'
Jonathan ate dinner with me on my bed. 'I couldn't see all he said but Klaus told you about him and Mr. Coulter and was asking to fuck you, wasn't he?'
'Yes, but I told him to forget it.'
'What else did he say?'
'He said he hadn't fucked anyone for a year.'
'Well, I haven't been here for a year and I saw him fuck Sonny three different times. You see, he lies.'
Someone had. However, I believed Jonathan more than Klaus. His stories, which he must have told me ten times, had been very detailed.
True to his word, Klaus woke me up sometime in the middle of the night. He then crawled back to his bed, stood up and walked catlike to the ward door. Coulter let him out without a word and disappeared into the shower room with him. I scurried to the gate to listen. Jonathan, who'd said he stay awake to watch with me, was already in the bathroom. For a while there was nothing, just the sound of thirty boys sleeping. I began to suspect it was all a con to get me to admit my true desires which Klaus would take straight to his buddy Dr. Hein, a con even Jonathan might have been involved in. That final speculation was quickly dismissed. Jonathan was far too believable. I went quietly into the bathroom to where Jonathan watched at the wired off window directly across from the shower room door. Klaus and Coulter were behind the wall out of sight. Then I heard a slight smacking sound like someone wetting his lips, or sucking a cock. Jonathan poked me in the side.
I strained to hear more, cupping my ear to capture just what came from the shower room. There were more sucking sounds. A man whispered, 'Shhhh!'
There was a brief sound of shoes shifting on the tile then silence again. Someone behind me was snoring lightly. I used both hands to direct my hearing to the corridor. Someone sniffed. The shoes moved again. I dropped to the floor. Jonathan scurried back toward his bed. Foot steps came into the corridor. The gate was opened. I crawled to the bathroom door and peeked out. Klaus went to his bed and sat on it then noticed me. He smiled and walked toward then past me. I watched as he went to a sink and opened his mouth. What appeared to be sperm fell out. I got up quietly and went to smell it, to be sure. There was no doubt.
He rinsed his mouth out then whispered, 'Let me fuck you.' He opened his hand and showed a tin of Vaseline.
I shook my head. It was as much in sorrow as refusal. I'd have loved to watch him pump into me.
Klaus frowned and slid to the floor, his hard on poking up inside his pajamas. He undid the cord, slid them down along with his undershorts. His cock was magnificent, the first other than Marlon's I'd seen like that in nearly two months. And it was longer than what I expected from seeing it soft in the shower, at least seven inches, closer to eight, easily longer than Kenny's. I was sorely tempted to wet it down with my mouth and sit on it but paranoia helped me rein in my desires.
Klaus began beating off. Out of desperation, I joined him. He was obviously very experienced. His eyes were closed, his right hand wrapped not too tightly around his cock. He moved up and down smoothly, the flesh of his uncut foreskin sliding on and off the glans. I slowed my ministrations when I realized I was close to cumming in only a few strokes then slowed even more and loosed my grip when even that didn't help. Had I allowed Klaus to screw me, I'd have gotten off long before him.
Klaus' balls barely moved as he masturbated. I wished I could see that beautifully formed abdomen I was sure was now more defined, taut. He opened and closed his legs, masturbating harder and harder, then stopped, relaxed and looked sheepishly at me. I expected another entreaty to screw me but that wasn't what he said.
'Malcolm, please don't be mad at me,' he whispered. 'I lied about not fucking for a year. I know I can trust you so I'm gonna tell you somesing. Okay?'
I shrugged my shoulders.
'Zere's a boy in za ward that I can fuck and Mr. Coulter won't say anysing, just like if you let me fuck you. You sure I can't fuck you?'
I frowned and shook my head, all the while wishing I could trust him, wanting that beautiful cock of his up inside me, to feel him pumping away then firing his load up my colon. My dick got harder, closer to orgasm just thinking about it that briefly.
'Okay, okay. You gotta go hide so he can't see you but I'm gonna fuck Sonny, zat kid up in twenty-four. You know who I mean, okay? But I really wanna fuck you, any time you say, okay?'
I nodded assent and crawled up the ward until I was at Jonathan's bed. He was under it, watching, and pulled me to him. He apparently knew what had happened, what was going to happen. Sonny was thirteen, more the height of a twelve year old, chunky but not at all fat with a pair of buns almost the size of mine.
Klaus went straight to Sonny's bed and gently shook him awake. Without a word between them, Sonny got up and led Klaus toward the bathroom. I was fairly sure I saw a hard on poking out beneath his pajamas.
They went to the wall under the window to the corridor. Jonathan and I crawled across the floor and back between beds one and two. Both boys were out of their pajama bottoms by the time we arrived at our vantage point.
As Jonathan said he'd done before, Klaus opened the tin of Vaseline and greased up that beautiful cock of his. Sonny lay on his back watching, about four inches of nearly hairless cock sticking straight up toward the ceiling. Klaus glanced briefly out the door, probably sure I was watching. Sonny started to roll over but Klaus put a hand on his leg to stop him. Klaus sat on the floor and lay back, motioning for Sonny to come to him. The thirteen year old understood immediately and climbed over Klaus' legs until his ass was directly over that big dong. He reached back, directed it to his hole and sat gingerly. Then, he let go and straightened up. After revolving his buns over the head, now pushed well up between his fat cheeks, Sonny started down, moving his hips forward and back as he did. Klaus' eyes closed. His hands took hold of Sonny's thighs. Nearly eight inches of teen cock slipped seemingly effortlessly into Sonny's plump rear end. I was stiff as a door post.
Jonathan's leg went over my hip. He pushed against me from behind. I wanted to push him away but was far too interested in the scene in the bathroom to do more than raise my hand.
Sonny wiggled his ass some more then took hold of Klaus' arms and pulled him up. Klaus wrapped his arms around Sonny and lifted his face to the young lips coming his way. They kissed deeply while Klaus began thrusting upward. The shiny shaft was visible on the down stroke then disappeared as it was pushed up inside Sonny's hole.
Jonathan put an arm around me and pulled us tightly together, his hard on poking me in the right bun. His hand slid down the front of me until it reached my crotch, found its way inside my pajamas and briefs to my bulging cock where it gently massaged the shaft.
Sonny lifted up, letting Klaus cock all but come out of him. He released Klaus lips and slid back down, leaning back to get as much inside as he could. After a couple of short thrusts forward, he did it again. That time, Klaus pushed up as Sonny sat down. There was a slight smacking sound as hips met ass cheeks. I wanted a dick up my ass more than I ever had before.
I quickly untied my pajama string and pushed down the bottoms. Quietly as I could in a rush, I rolled over and slipped down to Jonathan's crotch where I sucked in more cock than I'd thought he had. Leaving it soaked, I turned back over and presented my hole for puncturing. Jonathan expertly found it with his fingers and pushed his three and a half inches as deep inside as he could. With my eyes back on Sonny sliding up and down on Klaus beautiful shaft, I reached back and urged Jonathan to get to fucking. He did, slowly, with brief pauses between thrusts. I knew he wanted to prolong the first fuck he'd had in the better part of a year. I was in no hurry either.
Sonny stopped working and went back to kissing, allowing Klaus to push into him from the floor, forcing their mouths apart each time he reached top. Jonathan had been right, he had to be punching Sonny's bladder each time he pumped full into him.
Jonathan reached down again and took hold of my cock. He must have realized how easily he could have taken me to climax because he just kneaded it like soft dough.
Klaus yanked Sonny to him and shoved his cock its full length hard into him. I could almost see the pulses and he fired his sperm up into the younger boy's belly. I suddenly worried what I'd do with mine when it fired out as it was shortly to do. I put my hand near it to close off the tip when the time came, very unsure if the smelly liquid could be contained.
While Klaus and Sonny embraced and exchanged saliva, Jonathan jammed in harder, holding himself inside longer each time. His hand at my cock moved to the base of my shaft and my balls. He tried to reach back further, probably to feel his shaft going in and out but couldn't. Then he came. His legs shuddered against mine.
Klaus pushed Sonny upward until his gleaming shaft came out of the boy then lifted the boy to a standing position and took Sonny's needy tool into his mouth. Sonny came almost immediately. His hands clutched at Klaus back and head.
Jonathan whispered in my ear, 'Wait'. He pumped in and out of me a few times, kissing my shoulder passionately, then relaxed and pulled out. I knew what he planned to do the moment he pulled me flat on the floor. He slid down my body and dropped his mouth over my cock. The feeling was incredible. The damp heat, the slipperiness of his lips and tongue made me feel as though I would faint. Rather than go up and down, he took in all he could and slowly moved his head around and around. I lost sight of Sonny and Klaus. Lights went off and on in my head, almost like those brought on by the electricity Dr. Hein fired through me. I shot stream after stream of my sperm into Jonathan's mouth. He embraced my hips. I was sure it was the first time he'd ever had cum in his mouth but wasn't concerned whether or not he liked it.
We waited for Sonny and Klaus to clean up. Jonathan kept my cock in his mouth until it softened.
Later, in the bathroom, Jonathan checked to see that Mr. Coulter was asleep. He was. Jonathan gave his teeth a good brushing. I wiped my ass.
In the morning before breakfast, Jonathan said, 'Thank you' but nothing more of the previous night's events.
I was worried someone had seen some of what had gone on and half expected one or all of us to be hauled off to the chair for a painful punishment. But, it was two others who got the treatment that morning, one of the queer group and the sad little boy again. This time, when he returned all devastated, I couldn't stay away from him.
I went to his bed where he lay curled in a tight fetal position. I sat and caressed his head. He was shivering. I pulled his blanket up over him and whispered, 'I'm sorry. I wish they wouldn't hurt you like this.'
There was no response. I sat with him until lunch.
'Do you want to eat anything?' I asked.
He shook his head, the first indication that he knew I was there.
I went to eat with Jonathan who'd been re-reading Gibbons.
'You shouldn't do that. They'll think you are thinking about doing something sexual with him. They think everything we do has something to do with sex. They probably think reading a history book has something to do with sex. God, that was good last night. You liked it too, didn't you?'
I smiled then asked, 'That's the first time you ever had cum in your mouth, isn't it?'
He smirked, paused, then answered, 'Not exactly. I had to do Michael and Timmy's older brother a few times so he wouldn't tell. He was fifteen. Your stuff tasted better than his. His was pretty bad.'
'I'll bet Mr. Coulter's cum is really horrible but Klaus doesn't seem to mind. I always tried to get my customer's cock into the back of my mouth and swallow like crazy as soon as I knew they were going to shoot. Klaus kept it in his mouth all that time until he came into the bathroom. Yeuuch!'
Jonathan looked at me, curiosity on his face. 'Did you like doing that, putting those hairy old cocks in your mouth?'
'Mostly not but some of the younger ones weren't so bad, even some of the others, unless they really big,' I smiled, 'or really small and hairy.'
'I don't like them to have any hair, just on their heads, nowhere else.'
'But you did me and I've got hair, plenty of it.'
It was his turn to smile. 'I want to fuck you again.'
Wednesday morning, it was back to the chair. Dr. Hein seemed perturbed with me. I was concerned Klaus had said something about us masturbating together.
'Dr. Cooper doesn't sink you are making any progress, Malcolm. Vy is zat?'
I had no idea what he wanted for an answer. 'What am I supposed to do?'
are acting here like zis is nosing. You are being friendly
'They are the only ones, wait, I talk to Jonathan and Klaus and who am I supposed to talk to? Most of them don't talk to anybody or are crazy and you can't talk to them.'
The jolt slammed me into the chair or the chair into me. It was hard to tell which. As my brain re-oriented itself, I found I was completely confused by Dr. Hein's questions and reaction to my answer.
'You sink I don't know about Jonathan?'
'Jonathan? All we talk about is books and school.'
He hit me again. My arm and shoulder felt like they'd been crushed and were coming apart.
'No! You talk about sex. You sink vee are not vatching you but vee are. Vee see how you talk all by yourselves, touching each osser.'
'We never touch each other. Anybody who said that...'
Another shock. The pain was the worst I'd felt. It took several minutes for me to partially regain my senses. They told me not to say anything. Every time I spoke, there was electricity.
'You must not talk to Jonathan. You must not talk to zose queers. You must only talk to boys who are not queers. You must learn to do as you are told. Do you understand?'
Dr. Hein walked out. I was dragged back to the ward.
Later that afternoon when Jonathan came to me at my bed where I was trying to do some simple exercises using only my legs, I told him, 'I'm not supposed to talk to you. Somebody must have seen us.'
He sat dejected for a few moments then shrugged his shoulders, got up and walked away.
I'd been trying to figure out who could have said something. The obvious persons were Klaus and Mr. Coulter but that didn't make any sense. I saw them, well, heard them. But I saw the cum in Klaus' mouth, smelled it. It was unmistakably sperm. There'd probably been enough light coming from the bathroom for someone whose eyes was accustomed to the dark to have an idea what Jonathan and I had been doing under that bed, especially when he sucked me. It could have been any one of the boys sleeping near there.
But, the doctor hadn't mentioned anything about actually having sex. He'd said we'd touched each other. Anyone who had seen us under the bed might have mistaken some of what we did but couldn't have missed Jonathan's face in my crotch, or, before that, mine in his.
Someone had lied or Dr. Hein had made the touching business up. But why? In fact, the day's session hadn't made much sense from the beginning. The thought that began to take shape in my mind was that he wanted to keep me away from Jonathan or merely wanted to isolate Jonathan. Perhaps it had nothing to do with me at all but was in reality directed against Jonathan. No one in the ward seemed to like him. Maybe Dr. Hein didn't either.
Then there was the fact that he didn't mention Klaus who was with me a lot too. Was that because the Austrian was his informer? If he was, then it seemed likely he not only knew of the sex Klaus was having, possibly including that with Mr. Coulter, but allowed if not approved of it.
As usual on days when I'd been zapped, as the ward called it, Klaus didn't come to do my exercises with me. My upper body hurt too much to do anything more than leg raises, squats and about ten minutes of legs only jumping jacks.
Thursday, however, he was back right after breakfast. Since Mr. Coulter was working mornings in the afternoon, it wasn't going to be for sex.
'You feel better today? You look very bad yesterday.'
'We can do exercises today, you and me?'
'I suppose so.'
By the afternoon, I was deeply into planning my escape. Clothes seemed the most essential item though a lone, unknown teenager walking the roads would certainly be suspect even if the hospital staff wasn't looking. I could do without food for a couple of days though I would need water which could probably be found somewhere in the forest or at a faucet or well near a barn or other farm outbuilding. I needed to get to a payphone and make a call to Bobby to arrange a pickup. That meant I had to find out exactly where I was before making that call. That would require finding some kind of road markers. Of course, all that meant I had to find a way of getting away from the hospital. I'd only get one shot at it. A failed escape attempt would mean secure lock up, probably in the type of room where I had spent my first week a month and a half earlier.
The plan that was forming was built around the proximity of Dr. Hein's and Dr. Coopers' offices to the main door to the outside. I'd noticed people walking in and out as though it wasn't locked, at least during the day. Each time I passed that way, there had been no one between me and those double doors. If I could get a couple of steps on the man with me, I had a chance of getting through them. Then it would be a matter of out running any pursuers until I could get well into the woods around the hospital grounds. From the windows of the ward, they seemed to be quite deep. That run would require me to be in very good shape. That meant increasing my stamina exercises like the jumping jacks and eating well. Klaus friendship ensured that. Thanks to him, I was receiving leftovers from three other boys, food that often included meat and almost always vegetables.
Regarding clothes, I had two ideas. First was to use the arts and crafts material to make a cardboard pads for my slippers so I could run over the sharp sticks and stones I would most certainly encounter in the forest. I might also attempt some kind of dark cover so the slippers would appear, at least in the distance, to be shoes. My second thought involved the black cassocks I'd seen in the closet of the chapel sacristy. There was one about my size which could be used to make me harder to see at night when I planned to travel.
Klaus joined me the moment I started stretching in preparation for my exercises. However, he wasn't up to more than a few minutes of the jumping jacks I did for twenty-two minutes according to the wall clock by the ward door. I was dripping sweat when I asked him to hold the bed while I did pull ups. He snapped the bed up enthusiastically. The entire workout lasted nearly two hours with short breaks. Talk was only about what we were doing. That changed afterward.
'Around , Mr. Shultz sleeps. Sometime he no wakes up until Mr. Coulter comes on. We can do some sex between the beds here. No one can see us. Is very dark here. You like how I fuck Sonny, yes?'
'Jesus, Klaus. I'm not like Sonny. I don't do that kind of stuff.'
Klaus frowned and sighed. 'Please, Malcolm. I know you will like zis very much. I let you fuck me first if you want. Anysing you want. You just tell me. I want so much to fuck you. I do anysing you say.'
That set my brain into gear. But I needed time to think.
'I wanna read now. Anyhow, it's almost time for dinner.'
The desperation on Klaus' face was real enough. He wasn't doing all that begging just to get information on me for Dr. Hein. Klaus wanted to get that big cock of his up my ass and was willing to go to great lengths to accomplish it. I wondered if there was something valuable enough he could provide that would make the risk worth it.
After dinner alone, I sat on my bed with 'The Age of Fighting Sail' by C.S. Forester, a book on the war of 1812 I'd not read before coming to the hospital. However, I didn't actually read any of the pages I was turning. My mind was on possible tradeoffs with Klaus that would allow him to have the screw he so desperately wanted and me something that would aid in my escape.
had brought him over from
Was there some blackmail material there I could use to get at least Mr. Coulter to aid or abet my escape?
I needed to know why Klaus was there in the hospital. What had he done back in
Whether he was homosexual or not was a very unsettled matter. He in no way was effeminate. He could well have been sucking off Mr. Coulter for the reason he stated: it allowed him food, comics and the freedom to have sex.
By the time he came for our workout at the next afternoon, I was ready with some questions which I spread out over the next couple of hours.
First, still sitting after stretching, before jumping jacks: 'The truth, Klaus, why are you here?'
He grinned then countered, 'You tell me first zen I promise to tell you.'
'I told you. I was arrested and my father got pissed.'
'But why you were arrested? You did not tell me zat.'
'I was hustling, being a male prostitute for money.'
Klaus tried to put that together, but couldn't. 'What is zat? I don't know husting or prossute, what?'
'I did to men what you do to Mr. Coulter for money.'
He smiled. 'Ah, yes, and zey fuck you too, yes?'
'Sometimes. But I only did it a few times and always for the money.'
'So you want somesing from me so I can fuck you?'
'No, I just want to know why you are here. I told you about me now you tell me about you.'
He pressed his lips together and stared at his knees. 'Is like zey think.' He raised his head and nodded toward the rest of the ward. `I killed somebody but zey were bad.'
'Then why are you still locked up?'
He flexed his jaw a couple of times and said quietly, 'I tell you but it is our secret. None of zem know about zis but I will tell you because you are my friend.' It was the first time he'd used that word with me.
'What about your family? Couldn't they get you a lawyer?'
'Za one I killed... You see, my fahzer was a soldier and za Russians zey blow up my fahzer's leg so he can't work a good job. He was doing somesing answering telephones but he was drunk too much so zey made him go away from zat. So my mozer work but she make only a little money. Still, my fahzer is drunk. And when he is drunk, he hurt us and my mozer sometimes. And he still have his gun from za army. One night he is hitting my mozer because she has no more money for him to drink. I get za gun and tell him to stop. He said he will kill me for point za gun at him. He take the gun in his hand and pull. I kill him. The bullet go into his neck but he fall down and don't move. I run away but zey get me.'
Klaus's English seemed to fall apart as he went along. He didn't seem sad or repentant, just lost, seeking words.
'But it wasn't your fault. Didn't your mother tell them that?'
'I don't know. I never see my mozer again, just my uncle when zey put me in hospital for crazy people. He talk to Dr. Hein and say I must stay. Dr. Hein tell me, told me zat I am in za hospital because it is better zan zey kill me, execute me, and he will help me so I never want to kill any more people. We exercise now.'
I did twenty-seven minutes of jumping jacks. Klaus was worn out after three and watched. About halfway through, he asked, `Why do you want to do so much of zis?'
`They won't let me outside to run,' I panted. `This is the closest thing to it.'
`Why do you want to run? You sink you run away from zis place?' He was smiling but it was forced.
I thought quickly for an acceptable reply. `No, it just makes me feel good all day. This makes me feel good too. I can't talk any more until I'm done.'
He frowned and let me finish.
After walking off the stiffness, we did pull ups and push ups.
As we rested after the pushups, Klaus asked, `Why did you let zose men fuck you? Why not just suck zem?'
`They pay more for that. It was a business for me. I wanted the money.' That sounded like something I could say directly or indirectly to Dr. Hein.
`Were zeir cocks as big as mine?' The smile that accompanied that question was genuine.
`Just one. I only did it with four.' Another answer adequate for transmittal.
`Did it hurt?'
I knew where he was going. `Klaus, I don't want to get fucked. Pick up the bed.'
While I was near the end of my first set of pull ups, Klaus leaned in close and said, `I fuck better zan zose men. You will love it with me.'
I just shook my head and kept pulling.
Klaus brought his dinner to my bed. Thinking about it, I realized that Klaus didn't seem to have any more friends than Jonathan. Many of the others would talk to him. None showed any animosity. But, none showed any sustained interest in conversing with him. I assumed his known close relationship with Dr. Hein precluded any trust, made him somewhat of a pariah. There were plenty of worrying signs like his freedom to come and go from the ward. I wondered why he even stayed in this tightly controlled situation. I asked him about it.
`It is better here. You sink zere are crazy boys in here. You must see what is in za other wards. Anyhow, zey are all men, not many boys our age. And here it is much safer for me.'
`Safer? Who's going to hurt you here?'
if the government men come and try to take me back to
That sounded paranoid. Perhaps that was why Klaus was in the hospital. Maybe he didn't kill anyone, just thought he did. Still, I asked, `Who told you that? No one's going to come after you for something that happened in another country when you were eight.'
see, Malcolm, you don't know zem. You don't know how
Dr. Hein had to hide me so zey don't get me. In
sounded like something out of a science fiction book. `But they can't come
here. This isn't
As I was saying it, the near absurdity of what I said under the circumstances almost made me laugh. However, the near laughter quickly became anger. `Well, they're not supposed to.'
Klaus stared at me for a moment. `Why are you mad at me?'
`I'm not made at you. I'm mad at them, and my father. Why am I here? I didn't do anything all that bad. I sure didn't hurt anybody. They've ruined my education, everything. And sometimes they never let you out of here. Sons-of-bitches!'
`You see? Zey are bad here too. Zat is why I stay here, to be safe.'
tried again to convince Klaus that at least they didn't execute children in the
After eating, Klaus begged again for a shot at my buns then went off frustrated. I wondered if Sonny was going to get a full night's sleep.
My plan was to read and sleep but my curiosity got the better of me. After an hour or so, I went to a table where Klaus was, by himself, attempting a water color painting of a window. At least the lines were straight and well measured.
He smiled as I sat beside him. `You want to paint too?'
`Uh, no. I just wanted to talk. Keep painting.'
He described how he'd measured the window with string then folded the string in half three times then marked the paper with the proper dimensions. I edged into what was on my mind.
`Did Dr. Hein teach you how to do that?'
`No, I sink how to measure sings. But Dr. Hein showed me how to mix colors. See za sky how it is?'
`Yeah, neat. How many times a week do you see Dr. Hein?'
`Not zat much. Maybe one time a week. You see him more. I wish he don't hurt you but he says zat it will make all queers better and zey will all sank him after when zey get married.'
`Is Dr. Hein married?'
was back in
I tried to be diplomatic about the thrust of what I really wanted to know. `Do you and he ever get to do what you do with Mr. Coulter.'
Klaus didn't look up, just kept his eyes on his brush strokes. `No. No, he never wants to do anything like that.' He sounded sincere enough.
I followed with, `But you are like me, and Marlon, at least in sex.' He started shaking his head and continued as I went on. `You suck Mr. Coulter and fuck boys. You said I could fuck you.'
`No, Malcolm. You are wrong. I just like what it feels like to fuck. I do Mr. Coulter because he helps me a lot. Anyhow, zere are no girls here, just boys, you see?' He waved his hand at the room.
I had a group of questions prepared and went to the next. `So how old were you when you first started doing sex?'
`Fucking boys? Just here when I am twelve.' His English was better than he'd just used.
`And Mr. Coulter?'
He looked up with mock irritation. `Why you asking me all zis, Malcolm? You going to let me fuck you tonight?'
`Maybe, if you tell me the truth.'
`I always tell za truth. Ask me somesing.'
`How old were you when you first sucked someone's cock?'
The wheels turned. Was he calculating time or damage control. `I tell you zis, za truth and I fuck you, yes?'
`Not just this. Other things too but I'll never tell anybody else what you say. I promise and you know I'm no snitch.'
He took a breath and leaned over his painting which put him closer to me. `Eight. You see, I tell the truth.'
turned that over. `You don't know him. It was in
`It was Dr. Hein, wasn't it?
He frowned. `No, anozer man.'
`Why did you suck him? The truth.'
Again, he paused. `He protected me from the police.'
`But that was Dr. Hein.'
`No, Malcolm.' He waved his finger. `Zat is before I know Dr. Hein.'
`Did he fuck you?'
`Tssk. I was very small. He was a nice man. He didn't do zat.'
`Did he put his between your legs?'
`And did he suck on yours too?'
`Of course. Zat is fair, no?' answered Klaus as though I'd asked a silly question.
`Did he introduce you to Dr. Hein?'
`Yes. He took me to za hospital where Dr. Hein worked. He was za boss zere.'
`Did the other man visit you there?'
`Of course.' Again the look. `He was my friend too and he liked me.'
`Did you still have sex?'
`You are going to like me fucking you because now you must let me but it will be very good. Yes, we still had sex, a lot.'
`Did Dr. Hein know?'
`Then how did you do it so he wouldn't find out?'
`We just close my door and put za lock. I have my own room, see?'
`So what did this man say when Dr. Hein wanted to bring you here?'
`He was very sad but he come here sree times.'
There was a slight hint on Klaus' face that he wished he hadn't mentioned those three visits.
`And Dr. Hein never knew what you two were doing?'
`No, he will be very angry.'
I needed a bit more but Klaus quickly turned the conversation into a prep session on how much I was to enjoy his dick up my ass. But, I wasn't through yet.'
`Why doesn't Dr. Hein want me to talk to Jonathan?'
That was a curve ball Klaus wasn't prepared for. `Jonatan is a queer!'
I looked at him calmly. It gradually occurred to him that his answer revealed knowlege he shouldn't have had. No boy in the ward other than Jonathan after I told him should have known I'd been told to stay away from my only real friend there. Equally revealing was the emotion in Klaus' voice when he answered.
`You can't fuck me until Dr. Hein says I can be with Jonathan.'
`Oh, no. You said if I tell you za truth, I can fuck you.'
`I don't think you told me the truth, at least not all of it.'
I didn't count on the fury my demand would produce.
He crumpled the paper he'd be so carefuly painting on and hissed, `Zen I tell Dr. Hein I see you fucking Jonatan, no, I see you sucking Jonatan. So, tonight, I fuck you but it will still be good for you. You like getting fucked, queer.'
He stood and went to the gate, asked for and was given permission to leave the ward. Only he could do that.
I cursed myself at the gross miscalculation of Klaus' relationship with me, and what had seemed to me to be a more sedate personality. Strangely enough, Klaus was accustomed to getting what he wanted. I was to be screwed that very night by perhaps the longest cock to ever enter me.
It happened just after . I hadn't been able to sleep so was awake when Klaus walked quietly up to my bed and held up the open tin of Vaseline to my nose. Mr. Shulz had his back to us and was reading a newpaper in his lap, or was asleep. I suspected the latter.
Klaus snatched the pillow from under my head and dropped it to the floor. He kneeled between my bed and the empty one in the corner. Moonlight lit up the outline of his hard cock as he pushed down his pajamas. He wasn't wearing briefs.
I let him pull me off my bed and open the drawstring on my pajamas.
`Take zem off,' he ordered in a whisper as he did the same with his.
I obeyed. He guided me to lie across the pillow he doubled up. I could smell the ointment he was spreading on his cock then felt his cold fingers spread some more between my cheeks. I heard the cover of the tin squeezed back on. His hands came down on either side of my ribs. He crawled forward until his dickhead was pressing its way between my buns.
`Put it on your hole,' he said. `Don't worry, I go slow.'
Again, I obeyed, placing the head at my pucker, trying to relax to make the entry easier on me. It had been a while since anything of size had been through that portal.
He poked forward, the same as I'd seen him do with Sonny. There was a spike of pain that dissipated quickly. The head was inside me. After a few seconds, maybe ten, he started forward, sliding in slowly. I readied myself to move my hips to get him past the entry to my colon. He reached my prostate. It was a good feeling, a very good feeling having something there again. I began to feel better about what was going on.
He didn't stop his forward motion, just slipped deeper and deeper inside. Still, I didn't feel even the heat of his pelvis nor a tickle of pubic hair. There was a lot to go. He arrived at the bend. I moved my hips back and forth. There was a brief moment of discomfort then the great feeling of a long cock pushing its way through my rectum and up into my gut.
Pubic hair touched then flattened itself against my buttocks. His body pressed against mine. He pushed harder, gaining another quarter inch or more, then lay on top of me, his mouth at my ear.
`Good, no? Tell za truth.'
I wasn't going to do that. `Just fuck me.'
He withdrew nearly as slowly as he'd entered then pushed a bit faster back inside. I was sure he wasn't doing it out of concern for what I felt. He wanted this to go on as long as possible. To be honest, so did I.
Each time he made full depth, he gave a little push, getting that last bit of shaft into the heat of my ass. I was sure he was reaching well up beside my bladder.
He got up on his arms again and thrust with his hips, making a soft smacking sound as he reached home. Then, possibly to keep it more quiet, he lay on me again, his weight pressing me onto the cold floor, and pumped slowly in and out. With each thrust, his nose breathed short puffs of hot air against my ear. My cock, tight against the doubled over but thin pillow, was a hard as the concrete in the floor. I worried I'd cum all over the pillow.
Klaus didn't increase his rate, just kept it steady, relishing the prolonged ecstasy of his cock sliding back and forth inside me. I wondered if he noticed a difference between Sonny's smaller and possibly tighter hole and mine. He didn't seem to be enjoying it any less. I knew I shouldn't have been pleased about effectively being raped but was happy to have this big dong pushing around inside me. I breathed hard to avoid a messy orgasm.
Klaus pushed his hands under my shoulders, as Freddy had always done, and pushed for more depth. I felt his stomach muscles tighten. His fingers dug into my flesh. The thrusts became harder. I felt him expand. He grunted when the first stream of cum fired out of his balls into my colon. His pulses spread my anus. It felt fantastic. I was going to want to do this again.
Three times he pulled almost completely out and shoved back inside. It wasn't nearly as pleasant as the fucking had been. He was probably sending me a message of his power over me.
Then, slowly, he pulled free. `Turn over.'
I turned over.
His mouth went immediately onto my cock, his lips almost down to my pubic hair. The feeling was incredibly titillating. The third time he went down, I shot sperm into his gullet. He stayed still as I unloaded scum into his mouth, I could feel him swallowing it. He didn't let go until I was soft, every drop of cum in his stomach.
He spat out my cock and leant over my face. `I am fair, no?'
Klaus handed me a wad of toilet paper and pointed toward the bathroom. `Shultz is asleep,' he whispered.
He used soap and water to clean up his limp cock. I waited until he had left to flush the toilet paper evidence. It sounded incredibly loud.
Klaus came to eat breakfast with me. He had his humble face on.
`Malcolm, I am sorry about what I say yesterday. I'll never say bad sings about you to Dr. Hein. You are my friend. I'll talk to him Monday so you can be with Jonatan again. I fuck good, no?'
I wasn't about to admit how much I enjoyed what he'd done. I chewed on the cold, cardboard like toast and fiddled with my watery scrambled eggs.
`And I was fair, too. I sucked you good, too. You come very fast. Next time I will make it longer. I am good sucking too.'
I continued to eat.
`You can ask me more questions if you want. Anysing. I know I can trust you.'
That turned my mind back on. I hit him with a hard one.
`Is Mr. Coulter really a German?'
Once again. It was far from what he expected. He was silent for a while. He moved closer to me then asked, `I can fuck you again?'
That was easy but I had to play the game. `Tell the truth.'
Klaus took a breath. `Yes, he is German, but he grows here.'
`But he came to work here when Dr. Hein took over.'
`He was a officer, in the army, I sink. He worked where Dr. Hein was in za war. But, you must never say zis to anyone. Zey will be very angry.'
a thought. `Was Mr. Coulter the man who took you in after, what happened in
`No. I meet him after I know Dr. Hein. All I know is zey work in za same place in the war. Dr. Hein was in za army too. He work on homosexuals there too.'
That sent a chill down my spine. It sounded very much like the two of them had worked in one of the extermination camps I'd read and heard so much about. Was Dr. Hein another Dr. Josef Mengele? Had he done horrible experiments on homosexuals? What he was doing in the hospital certainly couldn't be called anything but experimental as, from all I'd seen and experienced, it didn't work.
I asked, `Did they work in a concentration camp?'
`What is zat?'
His question was as much a surprise to me as my first question had probably been to him. However, if he'd been just seven or eight at the end of the war, had been held hidden away since, and didn't read very well as I suspected, it was very possible he'd never have heard of those terrible places.
`It was where they put Jews and homosexuals and gypsies. They murdered millions of them.'
`No, zat is just a story. Dr. Hein tell me never to believe zat. Za Jews just say zat to hurt za German people so everybody would be angry at zem. All lies.'
It seemed prudent to leave that as it was. It seemed unlikely he would believe anything I said after years of hearing the opposite from the man he saw as his protector, his substitute father.
`Malcolm,' he said quietly, `we do it again tonight? I was very good, yes.'
`Maybe tomorrow. My ass needs time to rest.'
`Okay. Okay. Tomorrow night.'
Another thought hit me. `Where do you get the Vaseline?'
`Mr. Coulter buy it for me. All I want.' He smiled.
I smiled back. `Does he ever fuck you?'
`No, he just likes me to suck him. No evidence after, I sink. No Vaseline or anysing. He is a very smart man. He was a officer.'
`Then why does he work here?'
Klaus shrugged his shoulders. `Tonight, maybe I fuck Sonny. You want to watch? I bring him here by your bed. We do it here. You can fuck him too. You want? I tell him and he will do it. He doesn't talk so he won't tell anybody.' He acted as though that was funny.
I thought it was sad, unless, of course, Sonny liked it. `No, I need to sleep.' And I sure as hell didn't want anyone else knowing what I was doing.
I asked, `Why doesn't Sonny talk? They say he talked when he came here.'
Another shrug of the shoulders.
Sunday morning, I went to Mass with Jonathan. As we walked behind the attendant, after checking there was no one behind us, I patted him on the rear end. We smiled at each other but didn't speak.
In the sacristy, we had a few moments to talk while the priest heard a couple of confessions.
I told him, `I think Klaus was the one who told Dr. Hein to keep us apart. He sort of raped me last night. I had to because he said he'd tell Dr. Hein he saw me sucking you.'
`Good grief. Then he might want to fuck me too.'
`I don't think so. He trusts me and Sonny but I don't think he trusts anyone else. And he didn't say anything except that tomorrow he's going to talk to Dr. Hein so we can be together again. I miss talking to you.' I almost told him about Mr. Coulter but backed off for fear he might say something while in the electric chair.
`So, you want to do something at night?'
He was as horny as Klaus, maybe as dangerous. It worried me that he asked. `Better wait and see if Klaus can get Dr. Hein to back off. Then we'll see.'
The priest said that only one of us could serve. Jonathan suggested I do it. It was my first time ever. I knew the responses well enough and was fairly sure of what to do when.
Jonathan helped me button my red cassock, reaching in to feel my cock in the process. It gave me an immediate hardon.
I tried to figure a way to grab one of the black cassocks at the end of Mass and get it back to the ward.
During Mass, I noticed the attendant wasn't there, just other patients. Perhaps it was an opportunity to examine.
Sunday afternoon, Klaus went outside with the others. I slept, taking a day off from my workout, knowing my sleep would be interrupted.
Klaus came by at roughly the same time as before. Sex was even gentler, nicer. He was nearly as good a fuck as Robert, maybe better considering the length of his dong. Those long strokes were wonderful.
He sucked my balls before my dick, giving my juices time to recede, enabling a much longer fellation. He kept his mouth very loose and went up and down and around slowly. Still, I was very hot from the great fucking I'd just received. It couldn't have taken more than a couple of minutes before I shot my sperm down his throat.
Again, he stayed on me until I was soft and the last drop had come out. Then, in a surprise move, he gave me a kiss on the cheek before heading boldly off to the bathroom. I waited until he was finished before going to dump the toilet paper.
Dr. Hein didn't see me until the afternoon on Monday. At least, it was in his office, not the chair.
`Zo, you haf been a gut boy since our last talk.'
It took him a while and a lot of platitudes about praying for God to help me clean my mind of sinful homosexual thoughts. Since Jonathan and I were both altar boys and going to Mass every Sunday, perhaps it would be okay for me to be with him but not the rest of the `queers'.
Jonathan got the same message from another doctor who was seeing him while I was with Dr. Hein.
We had dinner together but avoided touching.
Wednesday afternoon, any thoughts I had about relief from the so called treatments came crashing down as I was returned to the chair. Dr. Hein was almost gracious in his descriptions of the virtues of naked pretty teen girls and the evils of the two young men pictured fucking each other. He never once raised his voice while he gave me four body wracking jolts that made me a physical wreck and precluded any exercise routine at all that day.
Klaus had planned on fucking me that night but relented. In fact, he didn't approach me that evening.
Over the next week or so, Klaus gave me two delightful fuckings and suckings, Jonathan and I made physical love every way we could one night, I had two talk sessions one each in Dr. Hein's and Dr. Coopers' offices, and another session in the chair. During the latter, Dr. Hein was a bit less gracious, the pictures were very explicit movies and the jolts nastier and longer.
Even more wrenching the following Monday afternoon was the condition of the sad eleven year old, Ned, when they carried him back from a session in the chair. Again, ignoring the advice of others, I couldn't keep myself from going to him.
He felt cold and barely moved. His heartbeat, which I felt through his clamy chest, was erratic, seeming to skip a beat every few. For a while I panicked at the thought that he might have been dying right there beside me. I held him to me and spoke to him.
`Don't worry. You're going to be okay' and other such tripe as Jonathan would doubtless have called it.
I stayed with him through dinner, missing another workout which irritated Klaus who said, `Leave him. He's going to be okay. He doesn't need anybody holding his hand.'
My glare only seemed to irritate him more but he left us and went off to his water colors.
By lights out, Ned was talking to me but still hurting. I'd saved his dinner but he didn't feel like eating. I felt terrible leaving him but Mr. Stoddard, the attendant that night, wanted me on my own bed.
The horrible treatment he was receiving became more understandable when he spoke. His speech was very effeminate, even more so than Marlon or Brian who were queens compared to me. Then, moments before I had to leave him, he made the most revealing remark, `Why can't they just cut this thing off and leave me alone.' He was holding his penis.
The next morning, right after showering, still damp, I was given my worse session yet in the chair. Dr. Hein acted as though he was quite upset with me though it could have been an act.
they strapped me in, he said, `We agreed zat you vould not be
Electrodes were strapped to both ankles. A large rubber thing was stuck between my teeth. The shock went up my legs, through my pelvis and stomach and into my chest. It was as though a truck had run over me. Bones felt broken, joints wrenched apart. I think my heart stopped for a moment. I couldn't catch my breath. Everything, even my neck, ached terribly.
that rubber thing stuffed in my mouth, I was unable to speak a word in my
defense. The doctor went on. `I am nice to you ant let you be
I couldn't even garble a word. My lungs, throat and mouth weren't working together.
He did it again. It didn't feel as bad as the first one but that was probably because I think I partially passed out. Still, the overall pain remained constant. I lost track of where I was, who was with me. The last jolt knocked me cold.
I woke up as I was being carried into the ward. The pain was still there at lights out. I'd managed some dinner because I knew I needed it but the only work out was trying to move my arms.
I did finally get to sleep though I awakened several times when I moved, each time bringing back the pain. It was better by morning. I ate a full breakfast including half of two other boys who gave me what they didn't want thanks to Klaus intercession weeks before.
I got in more sleep before lunch, ate well, and did a full workout with Klaus that afternoon, all the while determined to escape as soon as possible. What kept me from planning anything foolish was the continuing realization that I'd only have one chance at escape. They'd lock me up good were I caught, possibly for many years to come if not the rest of my life.
Every idea regarding that escape was examined time and again, causing most to be discarded for the tiniest flaw. Hard as I tried, I couldn't figure out a way to get a cassock out of the chapel and stash it somewhere it wouldn't be discovered in the ward. Most of my escape plans included that black cassock.
I did learn something very interesting two days after that bad session in the chair when Gary, a thirteen year old boy who rarely spoke to anyone went berserk and ran into a wall, opening a deep and very bloody cut in his head, knocking himself unconscious in the process.
same doctor who had given me my physical the day after
being sent to the ward, came in and stitched up
Strangely enough, there was no one on the staff capable of handling such emergencies. They were all psychiatrists, psychologists and social workers. The few nurses were psychiatric nurses who apparently were too far out of practice to help in such emergency situations.
The doctor lived twelve miles away in the closest town. He had his practice there. He'd been very cool toward me so I didn't see an ally, just a potential, unwitting help.
Wednesday night between our beds, Klaus asked me to suck him before he fucked me. He wanted to see how good I was. `You say zose men paid you money to suck zem. You must be very good, like me fucking.'
I didn't get fucked that night. It took a while. I could only get the top third of that long thing into my mouth but I worked the side right down to his balls and fingered his anus. His sperm had a nasty taste, probably due to the lousy food we were served. And, he had a lot of it. When he started pumping his juice into my mouth, I had to swallow fast. Even then, some of it came out through my nose.
Klaus kindly sucked it off, giving me a deep french kiss in the process before providing another great blow job. He hadn't washed his mouth out after sucking Mr. Coulter, who was on that week. I could taste the man's even less tasty sperm mixed in there with mine. I knew what mine tasted like and that was very different.
Klaus noticed my expression. `You don't like your own sperm?'
`It wasn't just mine.'
He licked his lips and grinned.
That inspired me. `You think Mr. Coulter might like me to suck him too. Maybe he can do me favors too.'
`Oh, I don't think zat is a good idea. He doesn't know you know what we do. I sink he will be very angry.'
That at least confirmed he likely wasn't telling anyone too much. And since he always fucked me by my bed and not in the bathroom like Sonny where Mr. Coulter could watch, it seemed a good bet he hadn't told the doctor either what he was doing with me.
The following day halfway through our exercise routine, we took a break and I got back into his relationship with Dr. Hein.
`Why do you always ask about zat? He is my friend. He saved my life.'
`But why does he keep you locked up in this place? You could live in his house or with some family near here.'
you keep forgetting zat in
made no sense at all and brought up another point I hadn't considered before.
'But you don't go to school. There is no school here. Did you go to school in
'What grade, I mean, how many years of school?'
He paused, then, 'One, but I can go to school when I get out of here, yes?'
'Sure, I suppose you can but you'll have to work or something unless Dr. Hein is going to take care of you.'
'Oh yes, he will take care of me. He says zat always, zat he will always be my friend and take care of me.'
I sure knew what a sugar daddy was.