By Rob Loveboy
Edited by James FitzHugh
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Brett never told Conrad where they were going when they walked away from the institution to the parking lot and got in his car. Maria would be waiting with the kids at the food court in the mall. The children saw each other from a good distance and ran, Conrad on one knee hugging and kissing his siblings, all crying in joy. They clung to his legs as he walked to the table like a robot all smiles; one could see the sadness that was his bloodshot eyes.
Maria explained to Conrad that the kids were going away to live with their mother’s parents. He was very happy about that. He had never met his grandparents in Canada and, even if he could not see his siblings for a while, he knew the two kids would stay together and thats all he cared about.
They did a little shopping for decent clothes for the kids. Brett treated Conrad to anything he wanted even the Tommy Hilfiger shirt he had his eye on. Brett kept insisting that he take it despite the exorbitant price.They took in a movie, had dinner at Antonio’s Pizza and, sadly, had a tearful end to their day together. Conrad was brave in front of the kids but he broke down in the car on the way home. Brett pulled into a parking lot and consoled the boy.
“How about we go MIA from Wood’s Home for the night and go to my house?” he suggested.
Brett enjoyed unbuttoning and removing the Tommy Hilfiger shirt and Conrads 501 jeans. They made love in Brett’s bed and repeated the pleasure after a good nights sleep. Brett called the warden and told him that, because of the boys distraught condition, he was going to keep the boy with him for the weekend. He hung up on the man when he started ranting about how highly irregular it was for an inmate to be taken away from the Institution without a court ordered allowable weekend furlough. It was all bullshit and Brett knew it.
* * *
They had a ball together. Conrad went bowling for the first time and aced in gutter balls. He met Brett’s parents His small home had been built on the same acreage owned by his parents in sight of their nice log home. His father had planted a beautiful hedge separating the two houses so that each would have their privacy. Brett was the flower nut in the family and it showed in the many small gardens that dotted the property.
Brett took him midnight skinny-dipping at the local swimming hole and, even though there were other boys doing the same, it didn’t detract from the thrill. Even the presence of an intoxicated girl who obviously wanted to get laid didn’t inhibit them. Thankfully, her boy friend was keeping a short leash on her and kept her away from the other boys. As far as he was concerned if there was anyone going to get a piece of her pert little ass, it was going to be him
Brett’s mother made a late breakfast of waffles, bacon, sausage and eggs. Conrad had never had waffles before and loved them dripping in Canadian maple syrup. After breakfast and offering to do the cleanup, they went fishing with Brett’s dad to the river that ran through the back of their property and caught enough small trout for mom to fry up in a batter for dinner. This was another first for Conrad who was amazed there were no bones, only crunchy filleted meat with a homemade tartar sauce served with cold, fresh salads.
While they were sitting on the bank of the river, Brett took the time quietly talk to his dad, a retired State prosecutor, about the possibility of filing an appeal on Conrad’s behalf. The distinguished looking gentleman, who knew all about his son’s homosexuality, liked the boy and agreed to see what he could do. As far as Brett was concerned, Conrad belonged with his grandparents helping to look after his siblings, not in jail.
Brett also showed his father the bruises on Conrad’s upper body explaining what led up to his beating. His dad took pictures, called over a doctor friend who looked over the boy’s welts and bruised swellings. When his mom saw the painful welts, she freaked and immediately got out the horse liniment that she used on any bone or muscle injury when Brett was growing up. His dad took a statement from both Conrad and Brett and told them that said he was going to call a judge friend and subpoena the video footage of the beating.
“Dad, I don’t care about the beating,” said Brett looking at his father. The important thing is getting Conrad out of there.”
“What the hell do you think I’m doing son?” asked his father looking from the boy to his son and back again. “It is very important that I gather the evidence, should we need it. He also told me that he’d been sexually abused by guards. You can call it intuition if you like but it is still a criminal offence., I knew there was more to this story and got it out of him.”
Brett became angry. “It wasn’t right what they did to him, dad! But that isn’t the issue at hand here. As far as I am concerned, he should never have been sent to Wood’s Home in the first place!”
“I know that, son. But! I think we can prove a damn good case for him because of what the boy was willing to do to rescue his little brother and sister when he was misinformed by some insensitive dumbledorf of the fate in store for them. And yes, his crimes were, at best, misdemeanors that didn’t deserve the harsh punishment imposed on him simply because a judge got tired of seeing his face in his courtroom.
Brett was proud of his dad. The man made it his business to know a hell of a lot more about Conrad’s case than he first let on. He had done his homework over the telephone. For all Brett knew, he probably had the court transcripts, if they were in electronic format, emailed to him already. Brett did not underestimate his father but he didn’t realize that his dad knew far more about his personal life than he let on.
Brett was aware that his dad knew or, if he didn’t know for sure, had a suspicion, that he was gay. Brett never had a girlfriend in his entire life but did have plenty of boys sleep over. In fact, his mother once walked into his room and caught him in a sixty-nine with a school mate when he was 15. His mother never made a scene and Brett doubted she ever told his dad about it. She never even brought it up with Brett afterwards either. What they were probably both concerned about at the moment was the relationship he was having with the thirteen year old he brought home that weekend.
If only they knew how close the two were becoming that weekend. Neither boy had been a big fan of kissing, yet their lovemaking involved much intimate tongue sucking and mouth basting during sex and even during no reason spontaneous embraces.
That night they went out and picked up a pizza and a bottle of wine and dined at one of Brett’s favorite places, a lakeside beach. Naked, on a blanket sharing the wine directly from the bottle like a couple of winos because Brett never thought about cups, they star gazed. Brett was an amateur astronomer knowing and pointing out many of the constellations.
He said, “Some ancients believed that the stars were the souls of the dead. That was certainly the belief of the Pharaohs of ancient Egypt. According to those ancients who studied the stars, the brightest ones were the recently departed. All looked down to watch over their loved ones. Whenever bad things happened it was because of a cloudy night and the spirits were unable to see and ward off the evil spirits who never rose to the heavens upon death. They went to a place called Hades.”
“Really?”
“Nah, I made most of that up just now. Pretty good though. eh?”
Conrad punched Brett in the shoulder and a wrestling match ensued ending with a cock in each other’s mouth sucking like starved infants on a tit. Brett fucked Conrad with no less aggressive enthusiasm. He was forceful, yet loving. The boy was on his back with his legs over his shoulders, Brett masturbated his young lover until both were screaming out into the night with their ancestors looking down on them and not a hindering cloud in sight.
* * *
The evil only happened when they returned to Wood’s Home on Sunday evening. It must have been a cloudy night. Conrad was whisked away and escorted to his room, Brett was escorted to the warden’s home not too far up the road. The man was dressed in a bathrobe, pajamas and slippers and ushered him into a den where he took a seat. The offer of a cup of tea was not presented so Brett knew that this meeting was going to be far from a social chat.
The large man sat behind his desk and glared at Brett for a few minutes. Then he said, “Just who the hell do you think you are, --nurse … Brett!” the last two words being said with obvious sexism and scorn. “You take a boy out of this establishment for an evening that I permitted against my better judgement and all the rules and regulations of socialized incarceration laws and then decide to turn it into a weekend mini-vacation?”
“The boy was completely stressed out over losing his brother and sister, not to mention the fact, that he was helplessly beaten by grown men. You oughta see the marks they left on his body. It was no wonder he was afraid to come back here. Not only does he fear getting raped again but now he fears the very men who are paid to keep him safe!” Brett said desperately trying to keep his voice from outright anger.
“I wouldn’t necessarily say it was rape more than boys involved in a disagreement over something or other,” replied the warden. “It happens all the time.”
Brett was furious. “You didn’t see his rectum or, for that matter, those of the other boys raped daily within these walls. You have more CCTV cameras than NASA that are monitored by a guard 24 hours viewed twenty-four hours a day over a dozen screens and those idiots don’t see anything. You’ve even got cameras inside washrooms where the abuse is taking place. I think your men are perverts and preoccupied with zooming the cameras in on boy cock as the boys take a piss!”
“That’s it Mr. Webber, your hereby fired,” snapped the warden. “I will have some guards escort you to your office to collect you personals things.” The man stood and moved toward the telephone.
“Or, what about the night guards,” went on Brett totally ignoring the warden, “that take boys from their beds during the night and molest them in the basement, warden? This place is a peodophile haven promoting sex with young boys, as well as, boys having sex, consensual or forcibly with other boys in any way they choose. Young Mr. Black has spilled the beans, warden. A full legal deposition was taken down by my father who, you may or may not know, is a well respected retired prosecutor. Brett was livid and had a full head of steam on now.
And, if I were you, I wouldn’t go messing around with the CCTV footage. There are far too many incidents that you couldn’t possibly sabotage the tapes but, if you are thinking about it, you’d better get busy, sir. My father is in the process of securing a search warrant even as we speak and will be enforced in the morning The way I see it, warden, you’re the one that’s done here.” It was Brett’s time to leave. He knew he’d said enough already. Just as he was walking out the door he turned and added, “If and when the Corrections Department tells me to leave, I’ll leave. But, until then, I plan on staying to look after the health and wellbeing needs of 300 boys. health and wellbeing. If I were you, warden, I’d be the one who should start packing his things. Good night, sir,” said Brett now exiting the house with a broad smile on his face.
* * *
Conrad ran into David in a hallway. “I was worried about you. Where the hell were you all weekend?”
“I was visiting my little brother and sister. They’re moving up to Toronto, in Canada, to live with our grandparents.”
David didn’t really care to hear anymore, he said, “I have some ecstasy in my room, lets go have a hit.”
Boys weren’t normally permitted on other units, however they simply strolled by the guard who had his head down and was reading a newspaper.
David’s 3 roommates, 16, were all there playing cards on the floor in their underwear. All three gave him a scan up and down --twice. He and David sat on a bed which David reached under and brought out a lock box. From inside, he brought out a baggie full of blue tablets, Conrad saw another large bag of what he thought was marijuana but did not say anything. David passed the bag around from which each teen took a pill and swallowed it
Conrad was shocked when David put his big arms around him in a bear hug and tried working his tongue into his mouth. He needed someone his own age to hold and maybe make love to but he felt awkward kissing David in front of his roommates who didn’t seem to care one way or the other.
David groped him when he pulled him to lay flat on the bed, Conrad opened his mouth to receive David’s tongue Brett had taught him the art of french kissing and he did, in fact, enjoy Brett’s mouth. The whole concept of french kissing with Brett had really turned him and now it was having the same libido effect with David.
Suddenly, he felt hands on his body that were removing his clothing, no less! He only hoped they didn’t tear his Hilfiger shirt while they manhandled it off him. He felt David’s erection against his left thigh knowing that his pants had been stripped as well. The amazing thing was that his and David’s mouths never parting throughout the surreal ordeal.
He felt the hands of David’s roommates on his body from his tits to his thighs, skin touching skin, boners on his lower legs; confirming that they were all naked as well. Conrad felt a sense of well being, brotherly love, and knew he wasn’t going to be raped. Whatever happened would be consensual. He heard the curfew bell ring but he clung to his hulk and knew he wasn't going anywhere the rest of the night.
How five boys managed to engage in an orgy on that small bed was a mystery. They seemed to just climb over each other to get to another guys genitals. His own genitals were, perhaps, the center of attention for a while until David staked his claim. Conrad enjoyed a smorgasbord of cock, small ones, fat ones, long ones, skinny ones, some cut and others, uncut. He enjoyed them all, as well as, their testickles some the size of marbles and David’s, the size of medium chicken eggs.
David fucked him first. His legs were held to his chest while David’s big cock piledrove into his ass while one of the other cocks was shoved in his mouth before they all took a turn cumming in his ass. Conrad was sore and numb but he had loved every minute of it. The rest of the night he slept in David’s arms with his now flaccid cock left inside him after a final fucking,
During the night when it was reported that Conrad Black was MIA from his room once again, the warden told the men to stand down thinking that he was with the male nurse still plotting the end of his career. The next day the warden made sure that the word was going out that Conrad Black was fair game to be used and abused in any manner by anyone. The warden had decided that if he was going down, the boy was going with him. Wood’s Home hated rats.
* * *
The 6am bell sounded and 300 groggy boys got out of their beds. Some either stayed naked or put on their shorts or underwear and headed for the showers. But David and Conrad were not stirring. The older teen wanted a blowjob and he knew from experience that the boy wrapped securely in his arms was an expect so he told his roomies to tell the unit guard that he was sick and staying in bed.
Conrad has heavily into sucking the huge cock and balls when Carlo, a roommate, returned to tell David that a strong rumor was going around that his boyfriend was a rat and lynch mobs were already circulating looking for him. David wasn’t one to panic. He wanted his blowjob completed and was looking forward to pumping his first load of the day down Conrad’s throat. As far as he was concerned, Conrad was safe where he was for the time being. David knew that Carlo would see to it that their breakfast would be brought back for them. The security guard would check in on David eventually but the sounds of his footsteps and keys jingling could be heard enough in advance for Conrad to cover up behind David’s large body. Although David knew that there wasn’t a guard stupid enough to try to take Conrad from him on his own. they both knew that Conrad would not be safe to leave the room even under David’s protection. The plan was that when the guard came checking on him, he would ask to have the nurse attend, Brett would know what to do.
An hour later, and after David’s had pumped Conrad’s stomach full of cream, the bell rang in short blasts indicating lockdown was going into effect and all inmates were to head back to their rooms. The guards, not knowing exactly what to expect, donned riot gear and guns with rubber bullets as they ushered kids to their units and rooms.
The boys had no idea what prompted the lockdown. One teen reported seeing dozens of police cars entering the gated property with many of them stopping outside the warden’s residence. Conrad knew what the excitement was all about. He lay back in the security of David’s arms just assumed that Brett’s father obviously still held a great deal of clout even though he was retired.
The police came in and told the unit that they were free to leave their rooms to use the washroom, however, they were to stay on their unit until further notice. There would be no classes that day so it was a hell of an excuse to smoke pot. David sold out his stash as well as several ecstasy tablets Those boys who wanted to party kept a low profile in their rooms and anyone who wanted to join and participate in the orgy was welcome to do so. Conrad couldn’t believe the open attitude toward gay sex but, he reasoned, that with no alternatives the boys made the best of their stay behind bars. After all, these boys were in the prime of their young lives so they satisfied their sexual needs in the only way they knew how to achieve it and they did so without guilt or remorse.
Word had got through to Brett that a boy on F unit was ill. He took off to find the boy accompanied by two State policemen who sniffed the air knowingly. But pot was the least of their concerns at that moment. Once Brett arrived on F unit, Conrad made his presence known. The relief on Brett’s face was that of his being close to tears.
“Dude, you have been the focus of attention as the State Troopers were searching the place for you.” Brett said clasping Conrad to his chest. A policeman spoke into his walkie alerting all to the fact that the boy had been found safe and sound. Conrad the rat was booed and cursed at, even spat upon as he was lead through other units to Brett’s quarters.where two policemen had to be stationed outside the door for Conrad’s protection.
Brett’s television was on CNN which was showing aerial views of Wood’s Home for Boys with a massive police presence on the site. A reporter was claiming, “... the scene of the largest paedophile ring the country has ever seen. Ten security guards, several administration staff and the warden have been arrested in what police claim has been a long time investigation with allegations that boys were prostituted outside the walls of Wood’s Home for Boys to rich and famous men around the State. Police say that three former residents of the Home came forward with allegations of sexual abuse. They claim gang rapes were common by other boys and never investigated by the institution … “
Brett turned off the TV and cuddled Conrad who appeared bewildered and afraid by everything that was happening around him. “A police detective wants to talk to you when you’re up to it. He needs more details about the men that used you.” Brett felt a sense of hypocrisy because he was, after all, fucking Conrad as well. However, he loved the boy --not that anyone would understand that but he was confident that Conrad would keep that information to himself.
To be continued …
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