Date: Wed, 19 Jan 2000 19:23:28 GMT
From: Tel R O'Tales <teller_of_tales@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rich Kid part 14

WARNING:

	This story contains descriptions of sexual acts
between boys of similar ages. If this is not to your tastes
or is not legal in your locality, please leave now! The
story and its associated characters are entirely fictional
and any resemblance to people, living or otherwise, is
purely coincidental.  Some parts of the story have been
idealised.
	The author has copyrighted this story.  A single copy
had been placed in the Nifty Archive. Do not distribute it
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from the author.

The Rich Kid
Part 14

	Tom found Mike as he did a routine bed check 30 minutes or so after
lights out.  He was covered in blood as he lay in bed. Despite his efforts
Tom couldn't wake Mike and raised the alarm. Where was I? My bed didn't
look slept in, but Tom knew that was pretty normal. Soon the House Master
arrived followed shortly afterwards by the paramedics and the Police.
	Once Mike was safely off to the hospital the Police started asking
questions. Lots of them. Their pet theory was that Mike and I had fallen
out and I had hit him with something hard whilst he slept. Despite Tom's
efforts, he couldn't dissuade them. Not without really dropping us in the
brown stuff and he didn't intend doing that. A search was launched for me
shortly afterwards.
	By the time father had arrived with Mr Jones, the Police had
convinced themselves of their theory until father was questioned. Boy, did
he blow their theory wide open and without getting anyone into trouble!
	It was about now that reports that Jarvis was missing started to
surface along with rumours that Jarvis and I had run away together as part
of a pact between boyhood lovers.  Well, father just fell about in
hysterics with that one, but did quietly inform the Inspector of exactly
who and what he was. The whole case took on a new sense of urgency. Things
had just gone from damn serious to extremely serious.
	The Police now had to consider the possibility of all sorts unusual
groups who might want to kidnap me. The other complication was
Jarvis. Where was he?  Was he involved somehow? His background information
held by the school suggested the latter was unlikely. No trace of either of
us was found and the search area was now extended to include the entire
school grounds. Father stayed in my room that night whilst Mr Jones was
driven to the hospital.
	By first light the school grounds were crawling with Police
Officers and members of the upper School accompanied by masters. Everyone
that could take part was. Lower school was used to search the school
buildings. This was mainly to keep them feeling that they were doing
something useful. Even then, they still had a Police Officer with each
group just in case they found a clue or something.
	Mr Jones stayed with Mike all night. He never regained
consciousness, but Mike was a fighter and wouldn't give in easily. After
numerous tests and scans the doctors decided that Mike had suffered
concussion, but didn't know why he hadn't regained consciousness. All he
could do was wait and hope his son was going to be OK.  Mrs Jones joined
him at the hospital as soon as she found out what ha happened. She had been
out with friends the night before and hadn't returned home until the early
hours of the morning and assumed that her husband had been called back to
work.
	I came round some time later. I had no idea what the time was after
being bashed on the head, but not as hard as Mike, but I didn't know
that. I tried to move. I couldn't. I was cold and damp and was wearing only
my underwear. My wrists were bound firmly and something had been pulled
over my head. It felt rough and smelt damp, almost mildew. I also had the
mother and father of all headaches! My mouth was full of some kind of
material and was held in place with a cord or some such. God I was cold!
	I listened carefully. All I could hear was the rhythmic drip, drip,
drip of water as it fell from what I guessed was the roof into a puddle
somewhere off to my right. There was someone near me. I could hear their
breathing. It was laboured as if the person was under stress or very
nervous. I tried to remember all the good things in my life.  Mike
immediately came to mind. What was that thud that had woken me up? Where
was I? I racked my brain trying to think of all the places that I had been
to that had this dripping sound. None came to mind.
	"So you are awake then." Came a gruff sounding voice almost as if
the owner was trying to disguise it. It sounded vaguely familiar, but I
couldn't place it.
	"Yes" I tried to say, but the cloth in my mouth simply made it into
an unintelligible mass of garbled sounds.
	"Well my love, you should have taken me more seriously when we
chatted. Now I have had to do things the hard way. That roommate of yours
wasn't hard to sort out despite his reputation of being a hard man." My
abductor laughed cruelly.  Who the hell was he to call me his love?
	Mike! My Mike! What had this bastard done to him? If he had hurt
him I was going to rip his guts out and feed them to the crows. But I
couldn't move and any thing I tried to say was garbled. My abductor simply
laughed at me. I heard the sound of a match being lit then the awful smell
of cigarette smoke hit me.
	"Edward." I heard. The bastard had made a mistake. I knew that
voice. It wasn't an adult; it was a boy, a boy from school. My mind raced
to work out who it was. "You realise I control you completely now. Don't
you?" Yes! I knew now who it was.
	"Agh!" I tried to say as a hand grabbed me between the legs. It was
more from surprise than pain. He was gently feeling and playing with
me. There was a ripping sound as my underwear was torn off me. He
laughed. I could feel myself going red.  This bastard wasn't going to get
things all his own way. I tried to kick out at him, but missed.
	"You'll have to do better than that if you want to get me Eddie."
He laughed again.
	I tried to scream as one of my legs was yanked to one side. A
course, prickly rope was tied around my ankle and I couldn't move that leg
any more. I tried to ease the tension on it, but my other leg was now
dragged the other way forcing me into a partial splits position.
	His hands were cold and damp almost wet as he gently stroked the
inside of my thighs. I felt nothing but anger for him as he played his
weird games.  Despite his best efforts he could do nothing that would even
remotely get me excited. There was the quiet sound of a zip being undone
followed by the sound of clothing being slid across skin.
	'No the bastard wasn't, was he?' I thought as I was forced flat
against a rough concrete floor. A heavy weight was placed on my chest. It
felt warm and soft. Bloody hell! It was his arse. A rhythmic motion
started. Back and forth, back and forth his body swayed. 'He's wanking!'
His breathing started to get deep and rapid with his exertion and suddenly
I felt his bum cheeks tense up as spots of warm fluid landed on my belly
and thighs. I was almost sick at the thought of what the bastard was doing.
	His hands started smearing the now cold spots of fluid over my
thighs and belly, but always towards my groin. Closer and closer his hands
worked until he took my balls one in each hand and gently squeezed and
played with them.
	The search of the school grounds was nearing completion. There was
only the old air raid shelters left over from World War II left now as the
team of senior boys lead by Mark worked systematically towards the centre
of their area. They didn't leave a stone unturned.
	Marks hand shot up in the air and his team froze. He pointed at the
bottom of the door to the shelter just in front of him. The ground had been
scuffed up where the door had been opened recently. There were also signs
of where the fallen leaves had been disturbed. Quickly Mark signalled his
runner to go back and get help. The doors to the shelters were always kept
locked because they were unsafe.
	Eight sixth formers stood as still as statues as they looked at the
door and listened intently. There were muffled sounds coming from
inside. Mark could feel his heart pounding within is chest. Was his cousin
in there? Was he alone or with some crazed lunatic? There was a muffled
screaming sound from within the shelter and something in Mark snapped! He
leaped forwards and wrenched the door open with so much force it fell off
of its rusty hinges.
	Eight sixth formers piled in one after another into almost total
darkness stumbling as they came. The lad behind Mark cracked his head on
the low door and I heard the sickening thud from the back of the
shelter. It was almost the same sound that I had heard the previous
night. I tried to scream again, but with the same effect.
	"You'll never get him out of here alive!" The voice that had been
with me all the time shouted.
	"You bastard!" It was Mark's voice. My heart lifted as hope
rekindled itself.  Suddenly something hit me in the ribs. I felt myself
scrape across the rough floor. Then again. As pain shot up from my left
side I felt sick and dizzy my head span.  There was a scream and a definite
cracking sound followed by a thud as if something heavy hit the
floor. Another thud and an another cracking sound followed it.
	"Leave him Thorne. We have more important things to do." Came a
strange deep voice. I guessed it was a sixth former. Then I threw up! My
vomit couldn't get out of my mouth because of the gag. I threw up again! I
gasped for breath as my vomit filled mouth looked for somewhere else for it
to go. I started to cough. My cough got more and more violent until
suddenly my mouth was empty. My vomit left me freely now and I stopped
choking.
	The next thing I was aware of was being carried. I had been wrapped
in coats and was being carried towards the wailing siren of an emergency
vehicle. When I awoke I was laying on my back. I coughed and something flew
out of my mouth. I was dizzy from the hot air around me. As my eyes focused
all I could see was a white ceiling and a bright light being shone into my
eyes.
	There was someone sitting near me who was crying, no it was two
people, both crying. Where was I?
	"It's OK son. You're safe now. We'll soon have you in hospital."
The voice was unfamiliar, but strangely reassuring. I realised I was in the
back of an ambulance. I couldn't move my head and neck, but as I looked
around with my eyes I saw father, my father. Just before my eyes fogged up
with tears I recognised Mark too.
	The ambulance came to a stop and the doors opened. A cold draft
wafted around me. I shivered as the stretcher was lifted out and wheeled
into the hospital. The lights in the ceiling flashed by me as I was rushed
to the doctors.
	"Dad!" I screamed at the top of my voice.
	"It's ok son. He'll be here in a minute." A nurse said.
	"DADDY! I WANT MY DADDY!" I screamed again.
	"It's ok Edward. I'm here." Came my father's voice. I groped for
his hand, found it and held on to it tightly. There was no way I was ever
going to be parted from him again. Suddenly a thought hit me. "Mike! Where
is he?" I asked loudly.
	"Don't worry son, he'll be here shortly." Father told me. Tears of
relief filled my eyes as sobs shook my body. With my dad's hand in my hand
and my Mike on his way. I knew I was safe. For the next few minutes I was
poked and prodded.  Eventually I was allowed to go to sleep. I now realised
that I was very tired and for some reason they thought I need help with
that and something was put into my arm and the fairies took me.
	When I awoke. Mark was sitting asleep in the chair by the side of
my bed.  His head lay on the pillow next to mine and he snored gently. My
hand was in his. I don't know why, but I kissed him lightly on the
cheek. He awoke suddenly and lifted his head.  He smiled for a moment and
kissed me back on my forehead like Mike's mother did several times. With
his free hand he reached up above my head and pushed a button.  Within
moments there was a flurry of white coats and light blue dresses around me
and the poking and prodding started all over again, but much more gently
this time.
	It was now I realised I needed a pee and badly. I waved my hand and
Mark came closer. I whispered to him what I needed; he grinned and gently
lifted the covers saying, "Look". I raised my head and realised why my
penis felt funny. There was a tube coming out of the end of it that
disappeared off to the side of the bed.
	"Just go. No one will mind." Thoughtfully he lowered the covers as
he spoke.
	"Thanks Mark." I said as a loud sigh of relief escaped my
lips. "Where's father?"  I asked as the doctors and nurses had a laugh at
my expense.
	"I am here son." Father replied as he stood at the foot of the
bed. "What happened son?" He asked softly.
	"I don't remember." I answered. I couldn't remember anything before
the point where I had just kissed Mark on the cheek. "My ankles hurt and so
do my ribs." Another thought hit me. "I'm hungry." I added.
	"He's on the mend Mr Sommerton-Thorne.  It won't be long before he
can go home." The doctor said with a smile. "But we would like to keep him
in for a couple of days for observation."
	"When's lunch or whatever." I interrupted.
	"What do you want?" Mark asked looking at the doctor who was
nodding back at him and smiling.
	"Double quarter pounder with large fries followed by an apple
turn-over." I paused for a moment. "Please." I added. Before you could say
Mickey Mouse he was gone, heading for Macdonald's. Luckily it was just next
door. Fifteen minutes later I was stuffing myself silly and didn't waste
anything.

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	If you have any comments please email me at
teller_of_tales@hotmail.com as usual flames will be ignored. I would like
to thank Marc for his help proof reading the story and Chris, Trey and Marc
for stirring my grey matter when it needs it.  Thanks all of you.