Mateo stirred, woken by Tavaris and the daylight creeping into the bedroom. He got out of bed, stretched, and went down the hall to relieve himself before following Tavaris into the bathroom. The other boy was crouched over the washbasin brushing his teeth. Mateo stood for a moment, admiring the view. His eyes lingered on the outlined shape of his friend's nicely rounded bottom, hardly hidden by the thin material of his cotton pyjamas. His cock responded by immediately growing hard.
"I didn't hear you sneak into bed last night," Mateo spoke to his back as Tavaris spat out a mouthful of toothpaste.
He looked up into the mirror and saw Mateo hovering behind him.
"You was asleep and I was careful not to wake you."
Mateo moved up behind Tavaris. "You really turn me on. You know that?"
Tavaris bent down and his body brushed against Mateo as he rinsed his mouth under the tap. Standing up, he didn't move, but turned his head and looked over his shoulder. "Yeah, I think I do." He turned around and looked at Mateo, his eyes resting on the erection tenting the other boy's pyjamas. "I can see I do," he grinned mischievously.
Mateo took a step closer, they were almost touching now.
"What happened last night?" Mateo asked.
"You didn't hear it?" Tavaris knew full well Mateo must have heard.
"I heard you getting strapped, sure."
Tavaris slipped past Mateo. "Come with me."
He followed Tavaris back down the hall to their bedroom. Tavaris went over and sat on the side of the bed, then looked up at Mateo.
"You know what happens to naughty little boys, don't you?" Tavaris smirked.
Mateo stood watching him, feeling strangely excited by Tavaris' game. He felt a damp patch forming on the material his cock was poking into.
"What happens to naughty little boys?" He played along.
"Come here and I'll show you."
Mateo walked over to where Tavaris was sitting and stood looking down at him.
"Closer," Tavaris instructed and Mateo stepped forward.
Tavaris reached out with both hands and gripped the boy's pyjamas bottoms, pulling them swiftly down over a bobbing dick.
"Lie down across my lap," Tavaris waited, grinning.
"What are you gonna do?" Mateo posed the question, but he already knew the answer.
"I'm going to spank your little bottom for you. Like a naughty boy deserves. You've been getting too dominant and need putting in your place."
The thought alone was enough to make Mateo's cock bounce up and down. He moved to lie over Tavaris' lap, his erection sticking in between the other boy's legs and touching a now equally growing erection. Tavaris gently smacked each buttock with the palm of his hand, repeating this several times.
Mateo turned his head to look sideways at Tavaris. "Harder," he said.
So Tavaris obliged by giving firmer smacks to those delectable round orbs and he was rewarded with an oozing penis poking into him as his own hard tool responded.
"That's not a proper spanking," Mateo teased and wriggled around.
"Alright then. You asked for it."
And with that Tavaris administered a proper spanking, rapidly smacking Mateo's buttocks until finally stopping.
"Get up," he told Mateo, whose bottom was now a nice rosy pink. But none of this had diminished the boy's raging hard on.
Tavaris stood up, "Lie down on the bed. On your back."
Mateo obliged. Then turned his head to watch what Tavaris was doing. The boy walked over to the desk and opened a drawer, removing something. It was a small bottle. He came back to where Mateo was sprawled out on the bed with his erection pointing straight up at the ceiling. Tavaris carefully poured out a little liquid, dribbling it onto Mateo's cock. He deftly slid back the foreskin and anointed the exposed and now glistening head. Mateo sighed. He didn't think he had ever been this excited.
Tavaris put the top back on the bottle and left it on the floor. As Mateo watched him, he stepped out of his pyjamas and climbed onto the bed. He moved to place himself astride Mateo, kneeling, with one leg each side of the other boy's chest. Mateo had a close up of Tavaris hard cock and neat little balls. His eyes were glued to the sight.
"What are you doing?" Mateo asked.
Tavaris smiled lasciviously and licked his lips.
"What you've been waiting for," he replied. "That raging hard on you've got is going to spear my arse."
Tavaris leaned back and supporting himself with one arm he used his free hand to guide Mateo's cock to the secret entrance. Then he lowered himself down onto Mateo whose hard shaft slid into him up to the hilt. Mateo gasped at the sensation, his penis gripped inside his boyfriend's arse. Then Tavaris began riding that rigid pole like a jockey building up speed. Mateo was entranced, watching Tavaris' hard cock sway and bounce wildly in front of him. He couldn't resist reaching out and cupping the boy's jewels, then gently squeezing them, causing Tavaris to moan and ride his cock harder.
"I'm gonna..." Mateo announced sucking in a deep breath.
Tavaris just smiled and shouted, "Fuck, oh fuck, yeah!"
They came together in one almighty orgasm, Tavaris' cock exploded like a powerful volcano all over Mateo, whose own boy juice shot deep inside him. When they had time to recover, Tavaris, still impaled by Mateo, leant forward and kissed Mateo on the mouth. Mateo opened his lips and their tongues wrestled and played.
"I love you."
The words escaped Mateo's lips before he even thought about it. This was a second confession of love in a rather short space of time, but it was how he felt. Mateo hugged Tavaris to him and they kissed again.
"We better go shower," Tavaris had moved off of Mateo and was standing looking at him, a smile on his lips.
"I guess," Mateo stared back.
Reluctantly he got up and together they went back down the hall to the bathroom. Tavaris turned on the shower. They both squeezed in together and began soaping each other up.
"Oh god," Mateo sighed. "You make me so horny. All the time."
Tavaris kissed him under the jet of warm water and his hand cupped Mateo's balls before gently taking a soft grip on his once again hard cock.
"Later," he whispered and let go, finishing washing himself and Mateo.
They dried off and headed to the bedroom to put some clothes on. "I have to go see Father Thomas," Tavaris announced as he pulled up his shorts.
"What For?" Mateo suddenly felt anxious and concerned.
"You know Father Thomas. He told me last night he had to decide if I deserved to be strapped."
"But why? What For? You haven't done anything wrong."
Tavaris smirked, "I know. Don't worry, it won't happen."
"I'm not so sure."
"I'm sure," Tavaris reached out to touch Mateo who was finished dressing. "Come with me."
Mateo gulped, he knew that he could offer little protection for his friend and worse he risked getting a beating himself, especially if Father Thomas was in a bad mood this morning.
He didn't think long about it, "Sure," he replied.
As they walked together along the hall Mateo's imagination played scenarios in his head. He could all too well see Father Thomas holding the old leather strap and telling them both to bend over. He hoped he wouldn't start the day with a stinging arse. Tavaris knocked on the bedroom door and waited. He looked at Mateo, there was no answer. Both boys stood outside waiting.
"I'm going in," Tavaris announced, which made Mateo grab him as he turned the door knob.
"Don't worry," Tavaris told him, but he was worried.
It was dark inside the room. Not pitch black, because sunlight was peaking around the curtains. It was silent, not even the sound of someone sleeping. Mateo wondered if Father Thomas was here.
"Draw the curtains," Tavaris broke the silence and Mateo moved across to the window.
Light flooded the bedroom as he drew back the drapes. Tavaris stood at the side of the bed looking at the sleeping figure of Father Thomas. Only he wasn't sleeping. Mateo came over to join his friend. They both stared at the figure under the covers. Father Thomas did not move, he stared, unblinking at the ceiling, pale, like a corpse. Tavaris bent over him, then without warning, he slapped his face. No reaction.
Standing up, Tavaris turned to confront a shocked Mateo. "He's dead!"
Everything suddenly seemed to stop for Mateo. The room took on a very strange appearance, as if all about him was enhanced, the sombre colours were bright, the sunlight was unreal. He was breathing heavily without even realising.
"I'm going to call an ambulance," Tavaris announced.
Mateo could hardly think, he was stunned. `An ambulance,' the word hung in his mind, `what for?' But Tavaris had gone, leaving him standing there alone, contemplating the unreal scene before him.
The ambulance arrived and along with it the police. Captain Almeida examined the bedroom. Tavaris was in the lounge downstairs talking to Sergeant DaSouza. Mateo was waiting in their bedroom, sitting on the side of the bed. He would have preferred to be with Tavaris, but the captain had said he needed to talk to each boy separately.
Before going to see Mateo, Captain Almeida talked to his sergeant and got the story of the night before, and more. "The boy was being abused," Sergeant DaSouza told the captain. He explained the events of the previous evening then went on to outline the whole history of Father Thomas and Tavaris.
"He apparently confronted the father," Sergeant DaSouza told Captain Almeida. "He said he had had enough. From what he said, I think he told Father Thomas he was going to tell his father, his step father. In effect Father Thomas was about to be exposed."
Captain Almeida listened attentively.
"Of course the father was not pleased. He took a strap to the boy and tanned his arse. You can still see the marks on the boy's buttocks."
"What is difficult to reconcile," Captain Almeida was thinking out loud. "Why would someone who has taken an overdose crush up the pills and not just swallow them? There are traces of undissolved powder in the bottom of the mug he drank from."
DaSouza looked at the captain, but proffered no reply.
"I need to talk to the other boy. You stay with Tavaris till his parents get here.
Captain Almeida entered the boys bedroom and sat down on the bed next to Mateo. "You okay?" he asked sympathetically. Mateo nodded.
"I need to ask you some questions."
Mateo nodded again, but said nothing.
"You both share this bed?"
"Yes," Mateo replied.
"And Tavaris slept here last night?"
"Yes," he answered without looking up.
"Tavaris told us some things about Father Thomas. Did you know what was going on?"
Mateo nodded again. Captain Almeida waited before posing more questions, he was hoping the boy would speak out.
"Can you tell me about it?"
Mateo finally found the courage and everything came flooding out, as if someone had opened the dam and released a flood. He was crying as he told the captain about his relationship with Father Thomas at school. How the father enjoyed using the strap on boys and how he used them for sex. He told Captain Almeida everything, there were other boys at school, younger. The captain listened without interrupting.
"Are you alright here, alone?" he asked and Mateo nodded. "I've called your father and he's on his way to collect you and take you home."
For the first time Mateo looked up. With a tear stained face he asked, "And Tavaris?"
"Don't worry," Captain Almeida reassured the boy. "His parents are on their way as well. "It will all be okay," he smiled at Mateo, then stood up and left.
It seemed a very long time to Mateo, waiting alone in their bedroom. Then the door opened and his father walked in. Mateo stood up and fell into his arms. The tears started flowing again as his father hugged him close and stroked his hair. Mateo trembled, but began to relax in his father's embrace.
"We're going home," Mateo's father announced. "Let's pack your things."
Together, in silence, they gathered Mateo's clothes and packed his small suitcase.
"Can I see Tavaris, before we leave?" Mateo asked.
"Of course you can."
They walked downstairs and into the lounge where Tavaris was sitting with his parents and Captain Almeida.
"Mateo wanted to say goodbye, before we leave," his father announced.
He looked over at Tavaris and asked, "Is everything okay?" Mateo was at a loss for what to say, especially in front of everyone in the room. What he wanted to do was pick Tavaris up and hug him and kiss him. He'd fallen in love. Their eyes said it all though, there was no need for words between them.
"It's fine," Tavaris answered looking up at Mateo.
"I'll see you at school then?" Mateo sought confirmation and comfort in knowing they would be together again soon.
Tavaris nodded and smiled, but Mateo was not at all certain that he would see his friend again. Something told him that this might not happen, things might not go back to how they were before. He turned and followed his father out of the room, out of the house, and into the car. As they drove away, Mateo reflected on the end of a chapter in his life. He turned to look back and watch as the grand house disappeared into the distance.