Date: Thu, 18 Oct 2001 17:01:40 -0400 From: paul paris Subject: Pawn to King Four Chapter 10 This is a story of my imagination. It is pure fiction. The contents are a story between a Man and Boy/s. There are sexual episodes but who instigates them is up to interpretation. I have the copyright to this and other stories so if you wish to use them please do ask. Fee-paying sites will always be refused. Because of the content please do check that your countries allow this type of story and abide by their wishes. I am dyslexic so my computer does all the work. My proofreaders have looked at this recommending the story remain almost as it was written. Being my first I find great sentimental value in sharing it with you. Pawn to King Four Chapter 10 I sat waiting for Anders to bring me my drink. His face although calm looking had a different expression I was given a mug with coffee while Anders sat between my legs resting an arm with his chin on it over my leg. "It's been a wonderful day but I want you to know something. When we stopped for a drink and saw Mr Plover well we never ignored him it was just scary. I saw one night what the night supervisor was going to do with Colin. I went to stop him. He told Colin to get dressed. I had to stay. I was made to strip and as he started to touch me Mr Plover came into the room. The Night man had to leave the Orphanage. Before I went he placed a blanket around me. I thought I could go but Mr Plover took it from me and started to kiss my body. I was so scared. He said he would let a boy called Harris go with my brother if I moved. He removed his clothes and we got on this bed in a room under the night supervisor's floor. He told me to do things. I did it to stop them hurting my brother. I was covered with all sticky stuff, which I now know what it was. Mr Plover cleaned me up then played with me. I was so scared that I went to my own bed. I saw him take Colin to Harris's bed and shut a door. He told me that it was my entire fault. From then on Colin was given things and he would go with almost anyone. He told me today that they would break us up by sending him to a family far away, that's why he did it. Chris you have in your house 2 boys who have looked after each other by letting people do things without their clothes on. We both will take time to believe that this is a safe house. Well safe in a way where we don't get threatened to protect the other. What I did last night was my very first time but also my first time when I knew my brother was safe. I did it because I wanted to. In the bathroom tonight Colin was going to do the same thing. Forgive me for not understanding but in the home you have to be careful whoever you get friendly with." I was holding Anders head as he cried at the end of the story. "I am an old fool you know. I like boys, special ones. You found that out. I would never threaten to hurt someone I love to get at another that's blackmail. I have never thought of another boy since you both stepped through those doors. I want you so very much but if that is only to be as a friend or even a Son then that's what it will be. Now I cannot stop your hurt but a good bath will help." Anders stood up and we held each other until we could hardly breath. "I would like you to help me have a bath because I feel safe when you are near." A child had shared a nasty experience with me. Part of which I had copied. The biggest part though was that he loved me and had other feelings so tonight he honestly felt safe even with someone like me. Hand in Hand I walked to the bathroom and run a bath for him, then before leaving I took the shirt shorts and sock to be washed. "Chris you have forgotten something." Bending I slipped his briefs down. "Not that." We kissed. He got in then lay back to relax before washing. I was left with the image of a tear stained face smiling. His internal fears had been released and we had to start all over as friends. Anders was exhausted. He fell asleep in the water. I managed to get him out and dry as best I could before getting his trousers on. Then into his own bed. I would have got a good telling off by the boys if they had seen the size of the glass that held a whisky. I vowed not to have any, but shock happens in all ways. I could not sleep so sat in my gown reading the files the Headmaster had given me. Anders and Colin's was more like a novel of fiction. The contents were mainly what had been told to the school, by Mr Plover and Mr Robins, the night Supervisor I assumed. They painted a harsh picture of the boys, embroiling the areas that would cause the school most concern, Bad behaviour, argumentative then finally in Red; personal accounts of potential Molestation of other boys. This came from the Dormitory Head a Mr Harris. I wondered if the school knew that they had been taking notice from a 15 year old. One thing the school had not looked at was Anders date of birth. I was always told 12 and the school said the same but if you worked out the dates correctly he was 11years and 6months not 12. Colin had just turned 10, so the facts were that the boys were 3 and 4 when taken into the Orphanage. I made careful checks and found a student called Kit Harris age 15 who was at the Orphanage. He had been there for 9 months. Keen student. Well liked but generally backwards in most classes. Worthy of prefects' position. Mr Plover. I had read enough. It was almost 11pm when I called the headmaster. I made honest apologies for the lateness but explained I had found some discrepancies. As any school head would do after a warning he listened and took notes. Within 15 minutes he called me back saying I was right to be curious. He had made the appropriate adjustments on the school computer, having an identical one at home, and left a message for Mr Plover to see him on Monday morning with Mr Harris. "We will get to the bottom of this." I finished making my own notes then decided to turn in. I undressed taking another quick shower due to the extra sweat the Whisky had given me. I was just about to get into bed when I saw clothes all over the floor. Turning on the light I could see two small frames on the edge of each side of my bed. I could not be bothered being how tired I was to put something on so squeezed into the middle of them. As soon as I started to drift they both turned resting their heads on my chest allowing one of their legs to cross mine. I hugged the boys tight and drifted to the land of dreams. It was 7am when I opened my eyes to find the boys in the same position as they were after I got in last night. I had a Hand cupping each of their bottoms stroking the creases; I gave a little jab that forced a move from both boys. Slow but sure I had 4 eyes looking up at me. Have you ever woken up and said something that is silly, stupid or dangerous? What I mean by dangerous is Mum wake you up saying "Time to get up" then you answer her back with a comment that gets you what feels like a hammer round the face for being cheeky? Well I said "Are you both comfortable?" after the giggle I said, "Well this beds more comfortable than the one under the floorboards." Now how I wish that the floor had opened up and swallowed me whole. Both boys started to shake. I realised what I had said. "Well it is better because never again will you be forced to go in that bed again. You have your own and I see you both found my bed again. Who took my trousers off?" Now that got them thinking. "Anders did you do it?" fierce nodding. "Colin was it you? More nodding. "Hang on boys, I know who it was. It was ME." There we had it, laughing followed by fighting. We never even worried as the sheet fell off exposing us all to each other's nudity. For some reason I could see they were naked and enjoying it. I had no reaction. What I did have was the most overwhelming feeling of love. They both smelled of the soap I used, the shampoo I used, they even did not want to move, yes just like me. Of course I took advantage by managing to get a finger on each hand into the boys holes that had been used before. I did it at the same time so both boys looked at me. "What, What are you both smiling at? Oh can I have my finger back please I have a itch upon my nose." Anders and Colin joined hands to scratch my nose. I kept my fingers just where they were. When we did get up the boys had lost that take care feeling and were happy being naked all the time. Even at breakfast, that was until I brought out a pair of briefs for them to wear. I would never have believed that less than 4 weeks ago 2 strangers would be sitting in my kitchen being forced to get dressed. I said I had this feeling of love well I believe it was even stronger than that. I cannot think of the word but if you have been in this position then you will understand. The day was not epic but the boys enjoyed the park. It was not to warm so there were not many families about. I was pleased I took 3 flasks of tea because I met a few of the mums and dads of the boys from the school. I took the camera to get the normal family shots but my eyes were on Anders and Colin being that this was something that they never got the chance to do. We had a few scrapes but in all it was a perfect day. I did say it was not an epic day but I take that back. I want to tell you a secret. I was looking to see who was the best looking but no one came close to Anders. When we got home I was treated to all the stories from the park. I had seen them but had to be patient while they spoke I spoke just 2 or 3 words. "Really, Never and Goodness." This encouraged them to enhance what had happened. I was in awe. I made some hotdogs that they ate with gusto. Colin was still talking when he had a bath, coughing and spluttering as the water entered his mouth. I took great pleasure drying him and trying to calm him down at the same time. As he bounced into bed I took the book that we had tried to start reading to him. Tucked in I began on The Wind in the willows. I caressed his back to convince him to rest and it worked, He took one deep breath and was asleep. Since yesterday something had been going through my mind. I slipped back the covers to check if any serious damage had been done to my other sweet boy. Pyjamas down I opened the cheeks of his bottom. I almost cried. It was perfectly clear that he had been well used. Being upset I could easily assume that his anus could have held all the fingers on one had at some time. I covered him up then left the bedroom. Anders had cleared up then finished his schoolwork. "I better take a bath Chris. I think I brought home half of the dirt that the park contained." I went to look again at the files. There was something not quite right so took the chance of making note to speak with the headmaster the next day. Anders was washed and ready for bed when he had finished reading. Anders wanted some time with me to express his thanks for a great day out. It was a wonderful feeling to know that after the past few days of insecurity Anders Was settling in to the house and the new routine that had been made for not only him. Kisses were free tonight but there could have been a lot more if the moments had been right. He wanted to go further when the affection started. I sensed this. The "thank you" was enough. Chris took his bath soaking in deep thought. After he had finished the room was empty. He took a small drink with a hot tea and went to bed. Anders was there, awake and waiting. "I want you to do something for me please?" Chris got in. "Colin can do things to people that I have never done yet, Will you help me with what to do?" I remembered the rug so was puzzled. Anders pulled back the sheet and went down to my sleeping penis. Lips apart he took it in his mouth. I rested upon my elbows and watched him suck and lick. He did not need to be shown. It happened again to me. I started to cry. He never noticed and no I never stopped him "Anders I will empty into your mouth so be careful." The suction was harder. I came causing Anders to heave. He was reaching and being sick over me. Then all went quiet. I could hear him sobbing into the pillow. "Look at me." I cleaned myself up, even the piece of hotdog that floated among the sperm. "Chris I am so sorry, I have failed so I will understand that you will be angry." Maybe I did wrong but I shook him. "Anders I do not expect you to do that. You have nothing to be sorry for. I wish you could tell me why it is so important." Anders got up and went to his bed, now it was my turn to sob in the pillow. I could tell something was not right at all. Another night when sleep never came my way. I got up early. I was packed for school when I woke the boys. They both dressed smartly today. I heard them talking quite a lot. I made breakfast. Anders was there first so I had to go chase up Colin. "Chris can I ask you to do something for me?" I said yes of course. "Don't be to hard on Anders. He had never done that before." Colin went to breakfast. Why would they believe that I would be angry or upset? I never wanted them to do what they had been offering. Yes it was nice because of who I am I was lucky but I never set out to get them for that. I was confused. I gave Anders a Head kiss then Colin. I told them that if they did good work at school this week I would take them to a funfair being the end of season. Not a lot of response but I never thought there would be. I saw the Headmaster first thing. He like me was very curious. He called Mr Plover for an afternoon meeting followed by the Harris boy after. We went through everything. Mr Plover arrived late morning. He claimed to have another appointment. He left the documents that had been asked for then had to leave because of the other appointment. Just after Lunch Harris was called. He claimed to know nothing but we were not satisfied with his answers. The head went to get his file and I told him that I knew about what he had been doing to the boys at the home. When the Head got back we both listened to his tale that answered a lot of things. "I was given a home at the orphanage some time back after my father died. I got on well with the staff. Mr Plover told me I could earn some money by helping other men at their houses. He taught me what I had to do. I was charged to look after the other boys." Harris went quiet for a while. "I was made to do things with the men or the orphanage would throw me out. Mr Plover would see to that. The boys that were there and who came later had to be coerced into doing sexual favours with the men they went with. The orphanage got a lot of money. Every boy has done it except Anders. We even told him that we would hurt his brother but the boy who he shared a room with was not his brother." I was devastated. "Colin and Anders came to the home young so were brought up as brothers when in fact they are not. One night Colin was going to go with a man, but Anders, caused such a fuss that the man was caught by Plover stripping him. He was sent away to another country. The Orphanage gets a lot of money for each boy. I have done things I regret. Now its all out." The Headmaster asked a strange question. "How do you know all this? Harris looked at me before returning his gaze to the Headmaster. "I have a book with all the men's names in. I also have copies of the boys' records. I did this because if Plover can send a man away who had been at the home for many years, leaving him with nothing I thought I needed some protection. "Harris opened his bag. "Lake keeps this package hidden for me. I brought it just in case." I did not know who the names in the book were but I did have the original records of Anders and Colin. It was correct. They were not brothers. The boy's parents had all died. With the help of the right people forged birth certificates were made. The book contained the amounts of money made by each boy within the group. Colin had 500 next to his name while Anders had £0. The Headmaster called the police. I ripped the page with Colin's and Anders name on it. Harris was in tears. I spoke at length with the Headmaster before the police arrived. He showed me a name. It was the Headmasters brother and he was last in the book. I copied all the files that Harris had then the book. I waited till the police arrived. 22 boys were questioned, but not Anders. 18 men from all over were arrested but not the Headmasters brother. We made that deal. No Anders, No brother. Mr plover and 3 of the staff were gone but Harris told them everything. I will never forget that day. I will never forget the time I was told that I should tell the boys the truth. It was advice not an order. Colin was scared. After the officials had finished with him he came running to me. "Its over now Colin. Its finished." Within 48 hours the home was closed and the boys there dispersed to other places. Colin was afraid that he would be going the same way. I had to reassure him while his, (I will intend to carry on calling Anders brother.) brother was close by. It was hard to tell the boys that I had found out the whole story. I was glad of the sofa. A boy either side in tears was hard to deal with. I never thought that it was tears of fear or tears of joy. I got them to change out of their school clothing getting into their play clothes. We began to watch the television. I was feeling almost happy until the story broke upon the news. They held nothing back so I had two people that were worried sick about the future. I told them I had taken Anders name from the book. The newsreader was talking about and Colin had spoken to the Police already. If anyone asked they were to say that it was all new to them. You are going to be adopted I hope. Any of the others who were involved had gone so they should not worry. It was getting late so suggested something different. I ran a nice warm bath. I then took it in turns to undress boys until I was able to lead them together in the bath. "We have never had a bath together Chris." I was with them watching the way that they washed each other. I rolled up my sleeves then washed their hair. While Anders was waiting he saw me touch Colin when I was washing. The touch being between his legs and down. I had washed this way for years so thought if it was good for me then why not them. I did the same to Anders. Colin sat on the side of the bath. "Are you sure that its all over?" I did not think about him being wet however he got the hug even if that was not what he was looking for. Both were standing waiting to be dried. I looked at them both. We had a powder fight that made the bathroom look like a scene from winter. I placed an arm around them both letting them understand that they both were safe. "No more worries, nothing to be frightened of, time to be happy now but most of all you have someone that loves you." It was Anders that said something that was as painful as I had ever known. "The men used to say that to all the boys, but if we did not get it right there was never love just enough hurt to make us cry." I whispered to him "Will you let me prove it to you?" Anders just nodded. Colin was a bit overactive but for a boy who had earned money by having sex with men he was the most relieved. Just as I started to get his pyjamas on he sprouted an erection. It was the first I had seen on him. It was ignored. I never said a word until I tucked it into his trousers. Colin stared strangely but did not worry. I worried because I normally would not stop at one touch. I dressed Anders then watch him reading to his brothers. I never moved from the room until I heard the whisper, "He's asleep." I took Anders hand and went to the living room. I never said a word but while he sat with me I began to open every button of his pyjamas. When that was complete it was me that lay upon the rug opening my belt when I was there. I managed to get a pillow to rest on. I remained still calling Anders to me. As he stood his jacket was wide open, his trousers fell to the ground. "Okay now its up to you. Open my trousers then slip them off." Anders became naked resting his clothes in the arm of a chair. He turned off all the lights but the one near the fire. My trousers were placed with his clothes. I removed my shirt over my head. Taking his time Anders opened the buttons of my boxers till they were easy to slip off. We both now were naked. I pulled him down to the rug while touching every part of his flesh. "I will show you." I could see his penis upright so took my lips and begun the sucking motion which he had tried the night before. My head bobbed up then down as my tongue encircled the tip. Anders became harder and harder. I was going slower and slower. When his hand touched the back of my head I knew he was close to the experience he wanted. Suddenly His penis went as hard as stone, intermittently twitching until I felt a singular jolt of fluid escape from him. I held it in my mouth until he stopped shaking. I moved up to look in his eyes. I showed him the sperm in my mouth. I leaned till we kissed and Anders sperm rejoined him. We kissed long and hard until we both had seen the other was happy. Anders looked at me and while resting on an elbow he moved down till he was in range of my erection. The licking started followed by gentle sucking. This was the right thing to do I could not last long so I told him. I did not want the sickness again. He placed his ear to my belly button and continued rubbing. Into the air I shot, several times. I saw it fall then land upon the side of the boys face. He looked at me while the cum dripped from his chin. I grabbed him. My tongue did its work removing every drop that fell onto him. There were 3 patches on me. Anders just licked it then swallowed. Once he was going to be sick but held back to prove how much he had learned. That night we both proved to each other that we wanted to do what had happened so nothing would stand in the way of our love. Anders while we were in bed gave me something I just wish I could have kept on tape. ""Did I just have sex with Chris or my Dad. I love my Dad but when you are Chris I will always know what has been missing in my life. I do not want this to be the only time so thank you for wanting me. I love you dad. Now what do we tell Colin if he comes in and finds us like this, naked?" I thought. "We could always say." Anders was asleep. Lying on top of me his penis had curled up in my belly button. His face was against my shoulder; his thumb was in his mouth. When I was small I had a blanket made out of Velvet. I use to pull a small piece of from it then place it in the crook of my forefinger. I would move it then in a circular motion around the tip of my nose till I fell asleep. This night I had that velvet blanket almost covering me again. I knew that stroking it would get me some of the sleep I very much needed. Chapter 11 of Pawn to King Four coming soon. Comments to shaksbeer@ureach.com Flames will be ignored and extinguished.