Date: Wed, 15 Aug 2018 18:32:13 +0000 From: THOMAS HUTCHINSON Subject: Timothy Chapter Eight If you enjoyed this story and if you can afford to, please send a donation to Nifty: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Help keep the flame of freedom burning. Chapter Eight--Timothy Goes to College by T. Edward Hutchinson September is here, Timothy has turned seventeen and Freshman orientation at the university begins tomorrow. His friend Mick is a sophomore drug dealer who has an apartment off campus for business purposes. The younger teen will stay there on weekends and pretend to be a member of the incoming class. His role, beside driving Mick's car back and forth from the city on resupply runs, is to make lots of druggie friends among the entering class and encourage them buy from his 'older cousin,' Mick. The organization both kids work for has assigned Tim to spend this orientation week on campus, a vacation of sorts from his regular position as personal assistant to the Vice President for Finance of a construction company. Early in the morning on a fine sunny warm fall day Tim strolls to the campus center lawn wearing a light yellow t-shirt, faded green running shorts, white running shoes and no socks. Because he looks no more than fifteen, it was decided that he would say so if asked and explain in an embarrassed and sheepish manner that he had finished high school early. The youngster walks slowly through a horde of early sunbathers to the further end of the crowd. He removes his t-shirt, spreads it on the grass and lies down on top. After fifteen minutes he decides he wants a cola at the campus center cafeteria. The teenager stuffs his t-shirt in the back pocket of his shorts emphasizing his shapely posterior. The chain on his nipple clips sways gently as he makes the return trip through the host of freshmen enjoying the sunshine. He put his shirt back on before entering the building. It is while he is getting his soft drink and in line to pay that he has his first conversations with his supposed classmates. Instead of sitting at a table in the cafeteria he goes upstairs to the lobby and pretends to check out the newspaper kiosk. He picks up a copy of the campus paper and takes it out to the front and finds a place to sit among the throng. A few other conversations ensue. He is asked what dorm he is in and has to explain that because of his age he has to live with his older cousin off campus. He asks what the dorms are like and receives several invitations to visit other students rooms. He borrows a pen to note the dorm names and room numbers haphazardly in the margins of the student newspaper. About noon Timothy goes to Mick's apartment to get some lunch and reapply sunscreen. He and Mick stroll to the campus bookstore and purchase a few items that the students are seen carrying, a particular size and color of notebook for one. He then repeats his performance of the morning at two other grassy locations where students congregate. That evening he and Mick tour the freshman dorms so Tim can learn the names and locations. They stop in at two of the rooms where the younger teen has been invited. The residents are milling about getting to know each other. One room is crowded with eight or nine, half of them talking at the same time. The boy who Timothy spoke to that morning asked him why he had tit clamps. "Because I like them," Tim blushes. MIck explains, "His parents won't let him get piercings." Orientation week goes well. Tim accepts invitations to join a table at the cafeteria, or a group of sun worshipers, or a visit to the dorms. He respectfully declines offers of a sexual nature, the company does not allow him to have contacts they have not approved. MIck receives sufficient new business to get a good share of the freshman class business, something no other dealer from the upper classes will achieve. Over time the sophomore's share will grow because he has the best quality drugs at the best prices. At the end of the week the fake freshman returns to his regular job, but will return for the following weekend. ***** A month later at 7:30 pm on a Tuesday, Timothy is picked up at his handler's apartment by his date for the evening, Mr. Bowean. The man is verbally abusive on the drive to his house in an upper class residential section of the city. Tim is berated for being a greasy little faggot and a dirty slut, a piece of shit, worthless trash, and so on. The man shoves the seventeen year old through the front door. "A lily liver," the guy accuses, "no guts." Tim supposes that the gentleman wants him to put up a struggle. When the man starts to manhandle him the teen resists, tries to push the guy away. Mr. Bowean is too big and strong for the youngster to accomplish much. The man hits the kid in the stomach and slams him to the floor. Timothy tries to squirm away, but gets his head banged hard, twice. He gives up. The man hauls the boy up by his belt and shirt collar and marches him down an unlit hallway. He bangs the youth into the wall a couple of times on the trip. Just inside the doorway to a dark bedroom he's thrown down again and roughly stripped. Restraints are already in place hooked to eye rings in the door frame. Timothy is forced to stand and strapped into place. Mr. Bowean pinches the youngster's nose until he opens his mouth and then stuffs it with his briefs. Tim feels a small dildo pushed into him, unlubed but wet. It doesn't have an entirely smooth surface. "That will add a little spice to things," the man gloats. The gentleman runs his hands over the boy's body, then slaps his butt a few times. He takes up a flogger and drapes the leather strips over the youngster's shoulders, one after the other, sliding the strands over his skin. Timothy feels whatever is in his butt warming up, then start to burn. Then the flogger lands like a punch to the back, repeats and repeats in the same place on his upper back. As the youngster clenches with the first blows that thud into him the pain in his anus intensifies. Tim adjusts himself mentally to relax and not tighten up. After a half hour the pain in his ass is mostly gone. That is when the guy pulls it out and replaces it with another that soon heats up. The flogging continues as before then changes to sidearm. The tips of the flogger wrap around his body inflicting severe pain. The youth writhes in agony. Overwhelmed he slumps in the restraints. Mr. Bowean pulls the covers off the bed. He releases Timothy from the restraints, first his feet, then one wrist leaving the teen hanging from the other one. He gets the boy around the waist and removes the last cuff with one hand. Tim is thrown onto the bed and fucked roughly. Because the gentleman enjoys a large endowment and because Tim's anus is sore and swollen it's a difficult entry. It's been a while since Tim has felt pain while getting screwed. Mr.Bowean's orgasm is long in coming. The man shoves the boy off the bed. Timothy lands on the rug and is glad to left alone for a while. In the morning Mr. Bowean complains about the blood stains as if it was the seventeen year old's fault. He makes the youth suck an unwashed dick. "Put your panties back in your mouth. Get on your hands and knees." The gentleman gets himself dressed, then delivers a kick to Tim's butt with the side of his foot. "Put your clothes on stupid." The man drives Tim back to the handler's place and leaves him off at the curb. "Get out, faggot slut!" he shouts. "And leave the gag in, don't touch it." Mr. Joyce is quick to answer the bell when Timothy rings. The man takes in the teenager's appearance, bruising, cuts and blood over the right eye and right cheek bone, soggy white cloth sticking out of the mouth. "Take the gag out and toss it the wastebasket," the handler commands. "Looks like you had a rough night. Are there any injuries other than those I can see for myself?" "Yes, sir," the youth says now that he can talk. Timothy makes his report on the date as he does for each of them. "Get undressed and meet me in the bathroom," the boy's handler orders. Under the glare of the lights Mr. Joyce takes facial tissue and blots the cut areas. "Still some bleeding," he announces. "You don't know what it was he put in your ass?" "No sir, I have never had anything like that done to me." "Bend over put your hands on the toilet seat palms down" The man spreads the teenager's buttocks and examines the sphincter. He dabs at it with another tissue. "It's red, swollen and there's a little blood. Get dressed, I'm taking you to the company doctor." He gives Tim two of the pain pills he's addicted to. Mr. Joyce makes a phone call and they set off within minutes. They park in the driveway of a large house in a lower middle class section of the city. Nothing about it looks like a doctor's office. There is no sign near the sidewalk or on the door. Mr. Joyce rings the bell but does not wait for anyone to answer, they walk right in to a foyer with a sitting room off to the right and a closed door to the left. That door opens and a middle aged man of average height and build, medium brown hair with white showing at the temples, casually dressed in tan slacks and dark red shirt greets them. "I'm Doctor Zumbach, lad, come right in," he tells Timothy and dismisses the handler, "Thanks for looking out for our boy, Mike." "Yes sir," Mr. Joyce replies and departs. Inside the room looks half like a doctor's office and half like an examination room. "You're probably wondering if I'm a real doctor?" the doctor asks rhetorically. "I am, you can look at my framed diploma from medical school on the wall and a couple of specialty certificates also." Tim smiles, glances at the wall. "However I was naughty and the government in its wisdom revoked my license. So now I work privately only for the company. I don't earn quite as much as I did but I don't have to work as hard either. Get undressed and sit up on the table," he orders, motioning toward the usual type of examination apparatus, upholstered with a paper covering. "Yes sir," Timothy consents and does so. Dr. Zumbach chucks the lad under the chin and grins. "So how many times a day does someone tell you to take your clothes off?," he jokes. Tim smiles, "About half the days, none. But sometimes a bunch of times, sir." The man looks closely at the cuts on the face "Well, I best get you fixed up. Lie back on your left side," the doctor lifts the teenagers legs to assist him. "I'm going to clean your lacerations with antiseptic, it will sting. And then put on dressings for you to keep for twenty four hours. Luckily none of these are going to leave scars. Mr. Bowean has gone right to the edge of what's acceptable and will get himself a talking to." "OK that's done, now for your butt hole. On your tummy please." Timothy rolls over and the doctor spreads his buttocks and flashes a light. Cotton swabs are applied to clean and check for bleeding. There is some. "The man didn't tell you what he put inside you?" "The only thing he said was something like 'spicing things up.'" "He didn't put it in gently, I suppose." "No sir." "It was probably raw ginger from the produce section of a grocery store, then peeled and carved into a dildo shape. It's called 'figging.' Anyway I think he made a small tear when he inserted it and made it worse when he fucked you. It's not serious and will heal itself. Nothing is to go in there for a week. You have today off from work to rest. I'll clear that with the company." "I'm going to send you home with a former army nurse. He's a customer of the company who has a habit he can't afford. We pay him in drugs instead of money. You and he will work out something believable to tell your mother. He'll get you settled comfortably in bed where you are to rest." Once Tim was at home and in bed the nurse inquires, "Did that guy abuse you verbally as well, call you a slut and stuff like that?" "Yes sir." "You are not to believe any of that, you are perfect just as you are." ***** In early February at the state university Timothy is urged by several freshman acquaintances to attend a weekend LBGTQ dance. Mick urges him to go but on his own because Mick likes girls, with the one exception of Timmy. Tim has acknowledged to himself that he prefers guys, but thinks he might like a girl sometime. And the seventeen year old thinks he would enjoy having a chance to dance without loose restraints while being whipped by gentlemen wielding riding crops. He is a really good dancer. Timothy dances with the boys who invited him to the disco. He declines as kindly as he can to partner Jeff, a graduate student who has become something of a pest. Jeff is master's degree candidate in physical education and a former 5k and 10k runner for the university track team. The guy asked Tim for sex the first time they met and almost every time he has had an opportunity, interspersed with invitations to dinner, movies, and campus events, specially sporting events. Explanations that he wasn't having sex with anyone, he was at the university to study, did not lessen the older student's attempts. The fellow frequently turned up wherever the younger boy happened to be. As the evening progresses Tim notices that Jeff seems to be watching him, but then has gone. The teenager is relieved. Right after midnight Tim leaves the dance and begins the walk through the campus, into the town and to Mick's apartment. He is passing the edge of a park on his left when suddenly Jeff is right beside him. The graduate student grabs onto him and forces the youngster into the dark grounds. The teen thinks he is going to be raped, but that does not happen. "I know you are not a student here. You are never on campus during classes. I know your cousin is a drug dealer. I ask your freshman friends where I can score and they tell me, your cousin. Next weekend you start saying yes to me instead of no or I will tell the police what I've found out. They'll close you down at least, if they can't nail you with jail time." Jeff does not wait for a reply. "What should we do?" Tim worries, after telling his 'cousin' about his encounter in the park. "Kick it upstairs," Mick recommends. "Huh?" "We report it to the company." "My boss or your boss?" "Both." The following Friday night when Timothy arrives from the city with a supply of drugs, Mick informs him that they have an appointment the next evening. They're a couple of local gentlemen who work for a company that has ties with our company. We just go to an address at the right time. It's a little way out of town so we have to drive. "This looks like our field office," Timothy observes when they arrive. "They are similar businesses," Mick replies, "They are waiting for us in that shed." The older teen points the way. Inside they find two hefty men and Jeff, who looks a little put out. "Good, we're all here," one of the men announces. "These creeps are responsive for kidnapping me?" the grad student complains. The man closest hits Jeff hard in the stomach and he goes down. "If you stay down we'll kick you," the other one warns. Jeff staggers up. "Mick here works for our organization and we don't like anyone threatening our business. Timothy belongs to the organization too, he isn't allowed to go with anyone we don't approve." "He's just a fucking whore then." Jeff goes down a second time, struggles but rises. "No, Timmy has never been for sale." "Now here's the deal. You will take your punishment. You will withdraw from the university. When you have recovered you will resume your studies out of state. When you tell your story to the police you have a hard time describing two big guys. No one else was involved. We plan to go easy on you if you agree. Otherwise we will blow off your kneecaps and it is unlikely that you would ever be able to walk without a limp. Deal or no deal?" "Choose!" "OK, OK." "Repeat what you must do." Jeff repeats the requirements. "If you don't do what you have promised we will know and the next time we get together there won't be any deal to accept. Knee caps won't be near enough. Understand?" "Yes." "OK, we're going to give you a beating and only break your lower legs." Jeff starts to cry, "Please no." "Back to the wall." When the grad student doesn't move they do it for him. One of the men puts on knuckle protectors. He works Jeff's face while the other pounds the body. One minute of fast action suffices. They lay the twenty two year old out and use an iron bar to break his legs. One of the men explains to Mick and Timothy, "The company wanted you here so he would be sure to understand why he was being punished." Handing the iron rod to Timothy, he continues, "The boss wants you to have this as a souvenir. He says you're to keep it at Mick's place for now but to bring it with if you move. In case it's needed again. I'm to tell you it's called the bar of punishment. We're done, you kids can go. We're going to dump him in the park. Cool, huh?" ***** Mr. Schmadeke, Timothy's boss at the company, has some news for the lad. But first the gentleman holds open his arms and gives the teenager a warm hug, rubs his back, and kisses him on the lips. Not only that but Tim still has his clothes on. "Sit down, Tim, sit down," the man indicates a chair at the side of the desk. "You will be eighteen in a few weeks, Timmy, you're in line for a promotion. Our company, the construction company, is owned by an organization that owns other companies. The one you know about out near the university, for example. And other kinds of businesses as well, some small and some large, motels and hotels, bars and restaurants. Some are owned outright by the organization, some only a share with other organizations similar to ours. Your job title will remain the same, personal assistant, but your new boss is a manager with the organization and he works in our state's capital city. He will tell you about your duties when you arrive, right after your birthday." "You will live in an apartment he owns near the state capital. Someone else will be taking over your resupply duties with Mick at the university. We know from your and his company cell phone records that you and he are special friends. We haven't objected because you are both excellent employees and deserve a few perks. You aren't to continue that with the new phone you will be issued and you will turn in your old phone before you depart. However, Mick will be able to visit you in your new location once in a while. In any case you and he are not really lovers are you?" "No sir, Mick likes girls." "Your handler, Mr. Joyce will drive you to your new place of residence in Mick's car. All of us here are going to miss you, me especially."