FOUNDER'S SCHOOL FOR BOYS

Owen Edition

BY BOTTOMBOY1011@YAHOO.COM

 

Authors note.

Ok, so this is the second of a three-part detour into the life of our sweet little Owen. I am told by my editor "R" that there is some confusion over the dad issue. Just bear with me, by the end of the third chapter it will be a little clearer. However, even then I am not sure where the dad will fit in anymore then I know where Brian's family will fit in later in life. Right now, I am just playing it by ear and figuring it out as I go. I always start a chapter with a clear idea of where I want it to go, however, Brian, Owen, and the gang don't always like my ideas and go a different direction. They really are a hard group to work with. As always, I look forward to hearing from you, and can't wait for you feedback on this chapter. Love ya all, your friend Bear

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Chapter 16

Owen Goes to School

 

It took three days to get to our new house in Clayton, we were not is a rush. It was smaller than our wing at the old house, but I liked it. I had a cool room. On one side was a picture of a baseball diamond that covered the whole wall and looked so cool. On the other side was a bed that was shaped like a real race car. My dad showed me how the bottom pulled out in case I wanted to invite one of the boys from school for a sleep over. It was all awesome, but the best part came when my dad shut off the lights. What looked like a ceiling just painted black, lit up with stars when the lights went out. I threw myself at daddy and hugged and kissed him. "This is the best room ever."

"I am so glad you like it son. This move will be tough on you and I wanted to make it as special as I could. You mean the world to me little man, and I only want you to be happy."

"But daddy, I only need you to be happy. I do wish that Amanda could be here too. Do you think that I will ever see her again?"

He picked me up and squeezed me in a hug. "You will if I have anything to say about it."

We unloaded the truck and unpacked everything we brought with us. Then we jumped back in the truck and headed to get some lunch and then to the store for food. We loaded up what daddy bought and headed home. We unpacked and put everything away, stripped out of our clothes, jumped into the shower, and finally settled down to watch Harry Potter.

I was feeling good being here with daddy and loved the new house. After the movie, and of course, some daddy milk, we ate dinner, got dressed and took a walk around the neighborhood. We got to the neighborhood school. "Is this where I will be going?"

"No son, this is a day school and you will be going to a boarding school."

We watched some older kids playing basketball for a while and then daddy took me to the playground. He pushed me on the swings, watched me slide, and chased me around pretending to be a monster. We went home and took another shower and then headed off to bed. Daddy put me in my new bed, and I was out pretty quickly. It had been a long day.

Daddy woke me up Friday morning at eight thirty. We showered again, I got my daddy's milk, had breakfast, and got dressed. He was in his dark suit which made him look so handsome. He put me in a blue button-down shirt, tan pants, black shoes, and black socks.

He combed my hair and ran his fingers over my face. "You know son, I may have to stop by the store and get you a razor."

I turned and looked in the mirror at my face. I saw his reflection with a wide smile on it and I turned to look at him. "Oh daddy, you were just teasing me."

"Today I am, but soon we will have to. Let's head out and try to find this school so we are not late."

We arrived at Founders School for Boys just before our appointment time of ten o'clock. We walked into an office marked `Headmaster'. Sitting at the desk was a boy that looked like he was maybe sixteen. He was even more handsome then Cary.

He stood and held out his hand, "Hello, and welcome to Founders School for Boys. My name is Brad, and I am the Headmasters assistant."

"Nice to meet you Brad, my name is Thomas Jackson and I have a ten o'clock with the Headmaster."

"Yes Sir, he will be right with you. I take it this handsome little guy is Owen?"

I looked at him with surprise and asked, "How did you know my name?"

He laughed and said, "Because I am the one that set up the appointment. Your dad didn't say, `I am bringing some random kid with me'. He told me that he was bringing his son Owen with him, who he said was also his best friend. I was smart enough to figure that you must be him."

He held out is hand and I shook it saying, "Duh, I knew that, I was just testing you." I giggled. I am not sure why, but I was not afraid of him like I was of Cary at the beginning.

Brad picked up his phone and said to someone on the other side, "Mr. Jackson and his handsome son Owen are here. Ok Sir."

"He will be right with you he is just finishing up with another student."

My dad said, "Brad, I am surprised to see a student running the desk and not an adult."

"FSB is not your normal school Sir. I will be going after a degree in early childhood development. So, the Headmaster lets me work here in his office helping with the new kids, kids that are in trouble, and those that just need someone to talk to."

"I know son, but it seems to me that there is a lot of personal information on the boys that another student should not know about."

Brad was not looking happy about my dad's comment. "Sir, I won't take offence at your comment because you don't know me or how thing are run here. I am a Crossman, we don't talk about people behind their backs, we don't bully or pick on others for the pleasure of doing so. Everything that is said or done in this office will never leave this office. Yes, I know things about most of the boys that go here but will never divulge anything about them or to them. This is the oath I took when I was assigned here, and a Crossman never has and never will break an oath."

My dad was surprised by what Brad said, "I meant no offense by my comment. There are just things that must be kept confidential when it come to me and my son."

"Sir anything that I learn about you and your son will never be talked about with anyone but you and the Headmaster, you have my word on that."

Right then the office door opened, and a boy walked out. He looked to be about my age, and I could tell he had been crying. "I trust we won't have to have this talk again, right?"

Looking down the boy said, "No Headmaster, I won't talk in class anymore."

"I am sorry Timmy you were looking at the ground and I could not hear you."

I didn't get it, I was on the other side of the room and I heard him. The boy looked up and into the Headmasters eyes and said, "No Headmaster, I won't talk in class anymore."

The Headmaster got down on one knee and held out his arms and the boy went in for a hug. "You are a good boy Timmy, and don't worry about it, it will happen. You will find the friend you are looking for." The Headmaster stood up and said, "Brad, will you give Timmy a pass back to class please."

"Yes, Sir Headmaster. Come on Timmy, let's get you back to class."

The Headmaster took a step towards us and held out his hand. "Mr. Jackson, it is so nice to finally meet you." He shook my dad's hand and looked at me. He was a big man and scary, what did he do to that Timmy kid to make him cry? I hid behind my dad. "I guess that little guy hiding there must be Owen."

"Yes, this is Owen. Owen, come out here and say hello"

I stayed hidden behind my dad. "It's ok, this is a lot for him to take in. He will say hello in his own time."

We headed into the Headmasters office and I sat in my dad's lap while they talked.

My dad started by asking, "Were you able to arrange the things we talked about?"

The Headmaster reached into his desk and pulled out some papers. "Are you sure about this Tom? Once you sign this and give us the check, there is no going back."

"I only have two things in my life that are important to me, My daughter..."

I cut in trying to be funny and said, "And his Ferrari." I said giggling.

My dad looked at me and said, "Yes my Ferrari of course, but it seems to me that there was something else." He said rubbing his finger on his chin like he was thinking.

I hit his arm, "It's me silly."

He started tickling me. "No that can't be it. No... No... you are right, it is you." He said laughing and kissing my cheek. "I love you more than I can even say."

"And I love you twice as much." Just then I remembered the big man in the room and stopped laughing and looked at him. He was leaned back in his chair laughing.

The Headmaster leaned forward and started talking business. "Do you have the funds?" My dad reached into his coat and pulled out a check for two million dollars. My eyes got real big as he handed it to the Headmaster. The Headmaster took the check and said, "This contract states that by accepting this check and upon the funds clearing, that the Founders School for Boys will keep Owen Jackson to be known going forward as Owen Wilson until he graduates at eighteen years old. It further states that these funds are not refundable for any reason. If Owen should leave FSB before he graduates for any reason, including code of conduct violations the remaining balance will be forfeited to FSB. Are we in agreement?"

"Yes, Sir. My lawyers have read over the contract and I have accepted these terms."

"Good now if you will sign where it is marked, we can move on."

Once everything was signed I asked, "Daddy, who is Owen Wilson?"

"Baby, you are Owen Wilson. You see son, your mom will be looking for you just to hurt us, so this way she won't be able to find you. I am paying for your full education so that if she does find you, the money will be locked in and there will be no access for her. Once she finds that out she will most likely leave you alone, ok?"

I shrugged my shoulder and said, "Ok daddy."

My dad looked at the Headmaster, "I feel like I have to ask about you letting students have access to the information concerning other students and more importantly my information."

"The only boys allowed to serve in this office are Crossman boys. It also requires those boys to have future plans involving education. I trust these boys implicitly to keep any information they come in contact with while in this office to stay in this office."

"That may be what you want to believe, but they are boys, and boys love to share juicy information with each other. I mean, come on Sir we were boys once."

"Mr. Jackson, you may have been a boy that got into other people's business and spread it around, but I can assure you that I was not. I am a Crossman sir, and we never, and I mean never do it. To us gossip is the lowest form of communication and any Crossman, man or boy, woman or girl caught doing it would be severely dealt with. I have seen it and it is not something I want to see again."

"I guess my next question would have to be, what is a Crossman? I have never heard the term before but is seems to be a theme at this school."

"I guess the best way to explain it would be to say that we are a large group of people whose core values are family, education, community, and respect. We are a very large group of people that are everywhere and yet few have heard about us. We are not flamboyant, and we don't throw our success in others people's faces. The richest of us, and that is the greater majority of Crossman, live a very modest life. We use what we need and give back to those that need a hand up. We will never give handouts, but if a person wants the life we have, we will share it with them."

"So, you are a religion, like Christianity?"

"Definitely not. In most religions people say one thing and do another. They may curse, drink, and cause trouble on Saturday, and then ask god for forgiveness on Sunday. As they say, we talk the talk and walk the walk. With very few exceptions a Crossman rarely drinks and never smokes, or does drugs, and I would be surprised if you ever heard a Crossman using profanity."

"What I hear you saying is that you think you are better than other religions, is that correct?"

"No that would not be correct at all. What I am saying is that Crossman just have a different core belief system than most of what you would call your true believers. Also, I would like to make myself clear here. The Crossman are not a religion. However, many Crossman do have and hold on to religion as their faith dictates. I myself was raised as a Crossman, but also as a Catholic. We went to church every Sunday and shared fellowship with other Crossman as well and those that were not Crossman. Within the Crossman there are those of the Jewish faith, Muslims, Baptist, Buddhist, you name it and we could most likely find it within the Crossman."

"Then please explain how the Crossman are so strong here at this school."

"During your time in Clayton, have you had the opportunity to look around?"

"Yes, quite a bit as I was fixing up my house. That is how I found this school. Everyone said it was the best of the best boarding schools in the country."

"Everywhere you traveled in Clayton used to be Crossman land. This school was built well over a century ago on the furthest part of the Crossman lands. The goal was to have a child focus on education all week and be home with their families on weekends. As time passed it became clear that we didn't need all the land that is now Clayton. We sold it off with the exception of the twenty-five acres that make up the FSB. It was still only Crossman boys here until about thirty-five or so years ago when the school was opened up to those that were not Crossman."

"My limited research shows that only the richest families send their children to this school."

"That is true up to a point."

"What is that point?"

"Fifty-six percent."

"I don't understand?"

"Fifty-six percent of the student body are from the richest families in the world. Just because you are rich does not automatically guarantee you a place here. Owen for example was not given a place here because of your money, but because of the circumstances that brought him here. The board read the issues with his mother and it was decided that he needed what we have to be protected from the issues at home. The amount you paid was drastically discounted so that we could help you protect him. As for the rest, nineteen percent of the student body are Crossman, and the remaining twenty-five percent are scholarships given to students who will benefit from what we have but couldn't afford to attend a school like ours."

"So, where does the money for the twenty-five percent come from"

Leaning back in his chair, the Headmaster said, "The Fifty-six percent, where else." He said smiling at my dad. My dad just started laughing. I didn't get it. The Headmaster leaned forward and looked at his computer. Then he picked up his phone and said, "Brad, can you get Shane McKay and have him come to my office please?"

"Right away Sir."

My dad and the Headmaster started talking about places to eat, and things to do when we heard a knock on the door. "Come" the Headmaster said. The door opened and a boy of about sixteen came in. He was tall and real skinny, with read hair and acne on his face. "Shane, I want you to meet Mr. Wilson and his son Owen."

Shane held out his hand shaking my dad's, "It is nice to meet you sir." Then he got down on his knees and held out his hand for me to shake. I looked at my dad and he nodded. I gave him my hand and he acted like I was squeezing his hand really hard. "Hey kid, ease up, I have to use that hand to comb my beautiful hair." He said as he ran his hand through his hair. I tried hard not to, but I laughed, and I laughed hard.

Smiling, the Headmaster said, "Shane will be Owen's big brother. He is also in charge of Owens room. Shane, if you will be so kind, would you please take Mr. Wilson and Owen on a tour of the school? Mr. Wilson, it was a pleasure meeting you, please feel free to call me at any time. I have to leave you for a board meeting. Enjoy your tour.

We left the Headmasters office with Shane giving us the tour. As we went into the hallway he said, "This is the classroom, library, medical, and admin building. We have your basic classes like English, Math, History, and Science. We also have foreign languages. Guess what Owen."

"What?"

"By the time you graduate from this school you will know at least two other languages besides English, and you will speak them fluently. I know English of course, but I also speak German and Spanish."

"Wow will I be able to do that?"

"Absolutely, it is a requirement for graduation."

Just then we heard a bell go off and the halls fill with boys. All the boys had these blue robes on. "What's with the robes?" My daddy asked.

"That is the school uniform. It is a white t-shirt, tan shorts, black shoes, black socks, and the robe."

"And you guys like that?"

"It is school policy. We are told that we don't have to wear them, but if we don't we can't go to school here. It doesn't take long to get used to them, and this is such a great school that it is not worth getting kicked out for."

We walked outside into this huge area. "This is the Quad. From here you can enter any building including the Houses, Gym, Auditorium, Classrooms, and most importantly, the dining room. We are in Ashton House, so we will eat now."

We entered the dining room and followed Shane to the lane on the right. My dad saw a shorter lane across the way and asked, "Shane, why didn't we go to the shorter lane over there?"

"During this lunch period that lane is for the Crossman house only."

"Why is that?"

"Don't really know, but they own the school, so I guess they get their own serving line."

"I guess you see the Crossman getting special treatment all the time here?"

"Nope, just that line."

Shane showed me how to get my tray and to make sure I got a roll of silverware on it. Then he pushed me forward where I got to choose what I wanted to eat. He told me what was good and what was not so good. I got a cheeseburger with fries and lots of ketchup. I also got a chocolate milk.

My dad reached for my tray when Shane stopped him. "With all due respect sir, he is a big boy and can carry his own tray."

I smiled at Shane and looked at my dad and said, "Yea dad, I can do it?" I carried it all the way to the table Shane took us to. It was hard but I did it. "See daddy, I did it all by myself."

"Yes, you did son. I should have had more faith in you." Then he looked at Shane and asked, "What would have happened if he would have dropped it?"

Shane shrugged his shoulders and answered, "I guess he would have cleaned up the mess and started again. You need to understand that I will be here for him if he needs me, but part of my job is to help him become self-sufficient. He will still need reminding to do his homework, brush his teeth, and take a shower. I will help him with that for about a week, but then he will want to do it on his own. He will not want the other kids thinking he is a baby. However, he is just a little guy, and he will be sad when he is away from you, and he will cry. That is what my shoulder is for."

"How long have you been doing this."

"Most of my life. I have two younger brothers. I guess that is why I like working with the littles, they are more fun and not as stinky as the nine, ten, and eleven-year old's."

Just down a few boys from me an older boy who looked like he was maybe ten said, "Hey, I don't stink." This got a laugh from most of the table that had been listening to our conversation.

Right across from me were two boys about my age. Shane said, "Hey Adam and Justice, this is Owen, he will be moving into our room on Sunday."

All they could do was wave because their mouths were full of food. When they cleared their mouths they both said, "Cool, we were hoping we would get a cool roommate."

Thinking that they were disappointed that I was going to move into their room, "Sorry."

They both got a confused look on their faces, "Owen, they were not being mean, they think you would be a cool roommate." Said Shane.

I looked up at them, "You mean you think I am cool?"

"Sure, you're a little, and all littles are cool." Justice said with a giggle.

My dad said, "You will have to forgive him guys. Where we lived there weren't other boys his age around, and he was home schooled, so he is not sure when you are being serious or being mean. He is pretty smart and if you give him a chance he will be a great friend."

"Oh man that sucks man, but you are here now, and we got you. You are now our brother and we will teach you how to abuse Shane." They both giggled so hard that Adam almost fell out of his chair.

These men came out of the kitchen with these big carts and started picking up the trays and silverware. Shane stood and said that is our queue. With a wave at Adam and Justice, we followed Shane out of the dining room and to this building with a sign over the door that said `ASHTON HOUSE'. We entered and saw a huge room with tables, chairs, couches, a big TV, and even a kitchen.

"Welcome to Ashton House Owen. This will be your home for as long as you go to this school. Right now, we are in the common room. This is where you can hang out with your friends and watch tv or play games." He then looked at my dad and said, "If you come to visit Owen at school, this would be as far as you can go into the building. However, today since the building is empty with all the boys at school, I will take you upstairs so you will be able to see where Owen will live."

"Why would I not be allowed upstairs to see my son?"

"Although we are not Crossman, we are still allowed to loosely follow some of the Crossman rules."

"I don't understand."

"Well, before this school was opened up to the Regulars,"

My dad cut in with, "What's a regular."

Taking a deep breath Shane continued, "There are two kinds of boys at this school. You have the Cboys, that is what we call the Crossman boys, and you have the Regulars, that is what the Cboys call the rest of us..."

"I am sorry to cut you off again Shane, but I am a little confused and would like to ask you an honest question and get an honest answer,"

"I will do my best to answer any question you have."

"Thank you. Am I to understand that the Cboys and the Regulars are two separate groups and that the system works to keep them apart?"

"Yes, and no. Yes, we are two different groups, but only in the way the Denver Bronco's and the Dallas Cowboys are different teams in the NFL. Because of the way this school was founded their program is in some ways different than ours, but we are all FSB and proud of it."

"I am not sure that the analogy you used makes sense. You want me to believe that you are all one big happy school, but in your analogy you used Bronco's and Cowboys and they are rivals. Their whole program is for each team to defeat the other."

"If that is what you see, then will all due respect you don't know much about the players. Yes, on the field it is a personal thing about winning, but off the field most of them are friends. They work together for charities, they run sports camps for kids, and many other programs as well. Here at FSB, our personal goals are to be the best at what we chose to do. For example, I struggled with German and was ready to quit, but a Cboy helped me through it and we have been friends ever since."

"So, what makes them Cboys if not to run the school?"

"Any Cboy you see could be the guy running this school someday, but today he is a student and other than their personal program whatever that is, they are just like the rest of us and are treated the same. Anyway, before the Regulars started going here, the Cboys didn't have the uniforms that you see today, in fact they didn't have any uniforms because they didn't wear any clothes at all."

"Wait a minute. Are you telling me that this school was full of naked boys?"

"Yes sir, in fact the Cboys are still kinda naked. You see we wear a t-shirt and tan shorts under our robes, where the Cboys don't."

"That can't be true. How would you know?"

"It's not a secret, in fact it is one of the first things they tell the new kids at orientation. The actual dress code only requires a boy to wear the robe, black socks, and black shoes. Because of this , many of the Regulars don't wear anything under their robes either."

"Wow, that sounds like fun." I said smiling up at daddy. "Can I be naked under my robe daddy?"

"We'll talk about it. Back to my original question, why would I not be allowed to go up to see my son?"

"Because on this floor, the boys are required to be in shorts and a shirt. On the upper floors what the boys wear in optional. They may be in shorts, underwear, or naked. That is except for the second-floor west end. That is where the boys that are not comfortable with nakedness live. There is a line on the floor going into that area. In order to cross that line, you must be fully dressed. For this reason, the upper floors are restricted to residents only. Where Owen can invite someone from another house to come over and play games, that boy would not be allowed upstairs."

We walked over to a set of doors. Shane put his finger on the pad, and we heard a beep. Once he heard that, Shane grabbed the handle and pulled the door open. "Every boy in this house has his fingerprint on file in the computer. Only the doors that he is allowed access to will open. This includes the house and the gym locker room."

"Wow that is so cool." I said looking at my finger. I reached out and touched the pad and it made a loud beep that made me jump.

Shane laughed, "Nice try brother, but you are not in the computer yet."

"You said the locker room also had fingerprint access, Why the locker room?"

"Each house has their own locker room, and only the boys from that house can enter it. I will show you that later."

We used the elevator and went all the way to the third floor. We walked to the end of the hall and turned left. We walked a little further and there across the top of the hall was a sign that read, `Now entering the home of the Littles, watch your ankles.'

"Isn't that kind of mean to call them the Littles?"

Shane shrugged his shoulders and looked at my dad, "Why, they are little. It is not to make fun of them, this is their area. Other than the big brothers, no one over the age of 8 is permitted in this area."

"What happens when the boy hits nine?"

"He is moved to the nine to twelve section called Tween Town. We walked into a big bathroom. It had showers on one side and big bathtubs on the other. "Here the Littles can choose if they want to take a bath or a shower." He got down on one knee and took my hands, "I bet you are a bath kinda guy. Not any bath, but one with lots of bubbles, am I right?"

I nodded my head fast, "Yes, I love bubble baths. Those are the biggest tubs I have ever seen." I said pointing at the tubs.

"They have to be, what fun is a bath if you are alone? You will have your brothers in there with you."

"You mean like Adam and Justice?"

"Sure, and anyone else that wants to join."

"That sounds fun don't it daddy."

"Sure, does son."

We walked out of the bathroom and down the hall to another room. "This will be your room for the next two years. That will be your bed, pointing to the bed at the end."

I went and laid down on it and said, "I like it daddy."

I jumped up and gave my daddy a hug and kiss on the cheek. I wanted to give him a special kiss but knew better. Shane gave us a tour of the rest of the school before taking us back to the office.

"This is where our tour ends, I will see you on Sunday." Looking at my dad he asked, "Do you know what time you will be dropping him off?"

"I was told he should be here by three thirty. Where do I bring him?"

"Go to the back-parking lot where it says, `student and staff parking only.' You will see a bunch of parents dropping their sons off there. I will meet you at the gate with a cart for his stuff and you can say goodbye there."

"Can't I help him unpack?"

"No. You will not be allowed upstairs, and it would not be good for him. Let him get his crying done away from the house. That way the other boys won't see it. He will still cry, but by then he will be in the littles area and a lot of them cry on Sunday. By Monday morning they are too busy to remember that they are sad. It may pop up again at night, but we will deal with it. He got down on his knees again and took my hands. "Owen, it is ok to cry when your dad drops you off, I know you will be very sad, and a little scared, but I will be there for you ok?"

"I got this dude." I leaned over and gave him a hug and he hugged me back. Then he stood and walked out of the office.

Brad had some papers for my dad to sign and he put my finger on this pad and my print appeared on the screen. After that dad and I left.

We stopped at Mickey D's and picked up some food in the drive through. We went home, stripped off our clothes, and ate dinner. "So, son, what did you think?"

"I liked it, but it was kinda scary daddy. I am going to miss you so much."

"You will be fine son remember I was not home much during the week at all before. Since I travel a lot for my job, you were with Nanny more then you were with me. Now you will be with Adam and Justice having fun."

"I guess you are right, but it is still scary."

"I know baby, but it is for the best. I do know what will make you feel better though."

"What daddy?"

He spread his legs, and I knew he was right. I got between them and just as I was getting ready to grab a hold of my prize, he stopped me. "Son, for the rest of this weekend I only want you using your mouth and tongue on me. I want you to put your hands behind your back and love on me using only your mouth."

I was not sure why he wanted it this way but is sounded like a challenge and I am always up for a challenge with daddy. I put my hands behind my back and leaned in. I started licking his balls which was strange because I could not move his cock out of the way. I ended up with pre all over my face, but I kept sucking and licking his balls. I licked all over including underneath almost all the way to his butthole. I would lick it if daddy told me to, but I don't think I want to, even if daddy likes to lick mine.

Once I finished making sure every bit of his balls were licked many times, it was now time for the prize. This was harder to do without my hands because it moved around when I licked it. I finally took it in my mouth. This was something that I had not done before. I always just licked it all over and then put my mouth over the pee hole for the milk. I had seen many boys sucking on men's cocks in the movies we watched. Now it was time that I stepped up my game.

I opened my mouth and took him inside, "Good boy now watch the teeth, cover them with your lips."

I did as he said but could only get the head into my mouth. Every time I tried to go deeper I choked and had to pull back. I don't know how the boys in the videos did it. I tried again and choked again, I pulled all the way back and his cock popped out of my mouth. I was angry and frustrated.

My daddy took my face in his hands and wiped away the tears. They mostly came from the choking, but some from the anger. "Son, it is ok. Taking a cock all the way down into your throat is hard for older boys and men to do. If you want to be able to do it, we will work on it, but it will take time."

"But daddy, the boys in the videos can do it and they are my age."

"That is true son, but they have also been trained to do it. I have never felt the need to train you to do anything. You enjoy what we do and so do I. I don't need my cock in your throat to get my pleasure. You do a great job without it."

"I just want to make you happy."

"Wait a minute son, what you are doing here, I enjoy. However, I don't need this to be happy, I have you. My wonderful, beautiful, smart, and funny baby boy. What more could I need or want?"

"I love you daddy." I said as I jumped up and gave him a hug and a kiss.

Then I dropped back to my knees, put my hands behind my back and went back to my favorite thing, getting daddy's milk out of him. I took the head back into my mouth and started rubbing it with my tongue. I licked all around and listened to him moan. I swallow pre as fast as he gave it to me. Then his cock got a little bigger and I was ready for it when the wonderful flavor of daddy's milk hit my mouth. I swallowed every bit of it and sucked his cock till I got it all out. We recovered and relaxed while watching the Lion King. After the move we took our shower and went to bed.

I started school on Monday, and it was not so bad. I loved the schoolwork and had fun playing with my roommates. Sometimes we would go down to the common room, other times we just played a board game or cards in our room. I loved the library on the second floor and they even had yelling rooms.

Yes, you read that right, yelling rooms. They are rooms with thick walls and padding all over the floors and walls. Once the door was closed you could not hear anything outside the room. It was a place for a boy to go and just yell, letting all of the anger out. If two boys were mad at each other, they would go in there and yell at each other then come out as friends again. It was cool.

What I didn't know is that while I was in school, my daddy was in a room with lawyers and my mother.

"I want him arrested and my son returned to me." The mother screamed.

Her lawyer tried to calm her down, but she just pushed him away. The father stood and in a very gruff voice said, "Shut the hell up you stupid cow." She did shut up. In all the years she had been with this man, he had never talked to her like that, and she knew there had been times she deserved it.

"I will only say this once. You will sign the papers in front of you and not say another word about it. I have given a copy of a file to your lawyer. In this file you will find police reports, pictures, affidavits, and medical records for Owen. I should have had your ass thrown in jail a long time ago for what you have done to that boy. You will never see him again, that is for sure. As for Amanda, I will let her continue to stay with you, but let me find out you have mistreated her, and I will do everything in my power to have you thrown into a very deep and dark hole somewhere. I will give you the house free and clear and have set up a trust for Amanda to cover her expenses. Bring legitimate expense receipts to my attorney and he will pay the bills. As for you, you will have to get off of your lazy ass and get a job. I will not pay you a dime."

"I will take you to court." The mother screamed.

"Do it, I have enough on you that I am not worried about it. Let me warn you, that if we do go to court, I will fight for full custody of Amanda and with the evidence I have of your treatment of Owen I will win. I will also keep the house and that will leave your ass on the street."

The father walked out of that room and received a call that evening that the mother had signed all the papers without another word said.  

I was with daddy every weekend, and school all week. I liked how things were going until the day I got called to the Headmasters office. I had been going to this school now for eight months. Shane was already there when I walked in. I was very nervous. What could I have done wrong?

The Headmaster stood, walked around his desk, and sat in one of the two chairs and ask, "Owen, please have a seat.

I sat down and asked, "Did I do something wrong Sir?"

"No Owen, not all. There is no easy way to say this so I will just spit it out. Your dad has been arrested and is in jail."

I jumped out of my chair and cried, "Jail, why? My daddy would not do anything wrong."

"Please Owen, sit back down and I will tell you everything I know." I sat down and he went on, "His lawyer called me and sent some stuff over to me. What I am being told is that money entrusted to your daddy's firm went missing. The government is filing charges against your daddy for the theft."

"NO... I screamed my daddy would not steal. He hates thieves. Once I took a candy bar from a store and got punished for it. It was the only time my daddy ever hit me. They are lying."

"I have only met your daddy that one time, but have talked to him many times, and I am with you. I don't believe it either. From what his lawyer told me, it looks like it was your father's partner that took it, but no one can locate him. So, they went after your father. He will be in jail till the trial so you will be staying on campus during the weekend for a while."

I was crying hard right now and Shane who had been sitting in the corner came over to me, picked me up and sat down in the chair with me on his lap. Part of me wanted to push him away, but another part wanted him to hold me tighter. He must have been reading my mind because that is what he did.

The Headmaster put his laptop on the desk and put one of those sticks in the hole on the side. A picture of my daddy came on the screen. "Owen, before I start this you need to decide if you want me and Shane to be here for this. This was a personal message your daddy sent you. Shane has given me his word that what is said and seen in this office will stay in this office."

I turned and looked at Shane, "You promise? I don't want anyone to know."

"Little bro, I swear on my life that I would never tell anyone about this. I would never betray your trust."

I looked at the Headmaster and nodded. He pushed the play button:

"Hey son, by now the Headmaster has already told you that I won't be seeing you for a while. I am sure that you have already decided that I did not do what I am being accused of, and you are right I didn't. They set the bail so high that I can't make it. They put a freeze on all of my money, and assets.

I will be cleared of all charges, but it may take a while, but I will come back to you. Here is what you need to do for me though. I want you to work hard in school and keep your grades up. Please don't make me worry about that when I already have so much on my plate.

Because of the precautions we took to protect you from your mother, they will now protect you from anyone knowing that I am your dad. Just be ok please son and work hard in school.

You know I love you with all my heart and I will be with you again real soon. I love you son."

That was the end of the recording. I said out loud, "I love you too daddy." What no one knew was that those would be the last words I spoke for the next six months.