Founders School for Boys Chapter 2

Founders School for Boys

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Authors note.

Hey all. I have been building this story in my head for years, and it took a pandemic to move it from my head to these pages. This story is just made up from things I fantasized about when I was little. There is no truth to it and any resemblance to something that may have happened in your life is purely coincidental, although, I would love to hear about it.

Remember to please keep the fantasies here on the pages of Nifty. What I am asking is read about him, dream about him, look at him, but don’t put hands on him.

I do hope you and your families are staying safe and heathy through these trying times. ENJOY.

CHAPTER TWO

MEETING THE HEADMASTER

The train pulled into Clayton Station, and I was so nervous that I could barely stand. I got off the train and looked for something to tell me how to get to the Founders School for Boys. Walking out of the train station it became clear how stupid this was. How do I just walk in there and ask to be allowed to come to that school and be put in the Crossman House? If what I heard was true, why on earth would they tell some stupid nine-year-old who walked in off the street. My stomach felt funny and that is when I realized that I had run out of the house without eating, this just kept getting better and better, I didn’t even grab a Pop-Tart or anything to bring with me. However, it did amaze me how even though I forgot to eat breakfast I still had this strong urge to throw up. I guess if I was as smart as I think I am, then I would be turning around and catching the next train home. Ok, so I guess I am not that smart.

I walked just a few blocks down and found a public library. I went in and logged on to a computer and Googled the school. It looked like I was not too far away, just south of town, but far enough that it would take me too long to walk. I looked up the bus schedules and found the city bus that would take me close, and I could walk the rest of the way. I have got to watch my spending; I only have Forty bucks from my birthday and have already spent eighteen between the train and now the bus. I am making a lot of mistakes because I hadn’t planned this well at all. Forty-five minutes later I was at the front gate of the Founders School for Boys. I was so nervous, scared, and excited all at once. The school was awesome, it was old and almost looked a little like Hogwarts from Harry Potter.

As I stood there trying to get my legs to move forward, I noticed all the boys walking from one building to another. The boys were in these beautiful blue cassocks. these are robes like choir boys wear, that my dad was not going to get me into no matter how hard he tried (giggle). However, these robes are awesome, and I just hope I get to wear one. As I was watching the boys, it turned out that one of the boys was watching me. He looked to be about my age, skinner than me, but he looked really nice and what my mom would call sensitive. You know what I mean, the kid that everyone wants to hug. He has straight hair like Donny’s, however, his is light brown with streaks of blond, I am so jealous. He came up and introduced himself to me.

“Hi, I am Timmy, what’s your name?” he asked with this cool southern accent and a big smile on his face.

I smiled back and shook his hand and said, “My name is Brian. This place is so cool, I want to go to this school so badly.”

He laughed a little “I know right. I love this school it is the best. I never had many friends before my daddy sent me here, but now I have a house full.”

“That is what I heard about this place. I heard some stories about it, and I want to come here very badly.”

“Are your parents talking with the Headmaster?

“No, they don’t even know I am here,” I said looking down at the ground.

“Where are you from?”

“Milbourn”

“You came here all alone?” He asked surprised.

“Please don’t tell on me,” I begged. “My parents could not afford to send me here. I was hoping for maybe a scholarship or something, but I only want to come here if I can get into the Crossman house.”

“So, what are you worried about, if you are a Crossman, you are already able to come here for nothing. You are a Crossman, aren’t you?

“I am not sure what a Crossman is. I just know that is the house I have to be in”

“Crossman is kinda like a religion I guess, but Daddy says it's not, it’s just a set of beliefs that we live by.” He said giggling, “I may not be the brightest bulb on the string but that sure sounds like a religion to me. I don’t understand," He said, "why would you want to be a Crossman if you don’t even know what we are?”

I really like this guy, he is what my dad calls a smart ass, like me (giggle) then it finally hit me, “Hey, wait a second, are you a Crossman, do you live in the Crossman House?”

“Of course, I do silly. Why do you want to live there?”

“Well, I…” I was not sure what to say here. If what I heard was true, would he tell me so? If it weren’t true would he be mad? I was not sure what to do. “I just do, it is really important to me. Please, Timmy, you gotta help me.” He looked me in the eyes again and said, “ok, since you are my new best friend, I will do what I can.” This had me very confused, this kid looked so cool, kinda like Donny. Why would he want to be my friend?

“OK, so we need to get you to the Headmaster. Let’s go.” With that, he grabbed my hand, turned, and started walking towards what looked like the main building. About halfway there, he stopped, turned to face me, and grabbed my hands. He looked me in the eyes and said, “I am not sure why you need this so bad, and if you don’t want to tell me it is ok. When you get to the Headmaster's office, you need to know something about him. The Headmaster is strict, but a nice man, who always treats us fair and will listen to us if you have any problems. If your heart is really set on coming here, you must do three things when you get in there. First, stand straight and talk to him. Don’t look at the floor, no matter how much you want to. Look him in the eye. Second, do not lie to him, he will know. I am not sure how he always knows, but he does. Third, don’t hold back, tell him everything. If he thinks you are lying to him or holding back information, he will ship you home and never give you a second chance. I hope you find what you are looking for, and if you do get in, you and I are going to be best friends, I can tell.”

Now I really had to get into this school. We walked into the building and into an office marked Headmaster. A boy was sitting at a desk typing on the computer. He was older than us, maybe seventeen, and so good-looking. I could not see his body because of the robe, but I bet he was really strong. He looked up and said, “Timmy, why aren’t you in class, and who is this with you?”

“Hi Brad, this is my new friend Brian. He rode the train all by himself from Milbourn, just to see the Headmaster. Is he busy?”

“No, he is open door till Nine-thirty, so go on in.”

Timmy turned to look at me and said, “You sit in that chair and I will see if the Headmaster will see you” I sat down trying not to look as nervous as I felt. Timmy knocked on the door and heard a man say “come’. Timmy went in and closed the door, and I waited. I felt like I was waiting there for an hour, but it was really only about five minutes. I was sweating and I was sure I was going to puke at any second when the door finally opened. Timmy walked out followed by a tall man, I am not good at judging these things, but he looked like he was six feet tall and heavy-set. He was not fat like me, but he was not skinny like my dad either. He looked to be about fifty or so and had short black hair. He looked really surprised when he first saw me. Timmy brought him up to me and introduced us. “Headmaster, this is Brian. Brian, this is Headmaster Robinson.”

The Headmaster held out his hand and I shook it. He seemed to hold it a little longer than I was used to, but it was ok with me. I smiled at him still trying to hide how nervous I was. When he let go of my hand, he looked at Timmy who was smiling ear to ear, and said, “Brad, would you please give Timmy a pass back to class for me?”

Brad looked at me then at Timmy and said, “Yes Headmaster.” With that, he put his hand on my shoulders and guided me into his office.

He pointed to the chair in front of his desk and took the chair facing me. “Timmy tells me you came all the way from Milbourn on the train by yourself to see me. Do your parents know you are here?’

“No sir. Today was a teacher’s planning day, but my dad had to work, my mom had a meeting in Lake Town, and my brother was going on some church thing.”

“So, you decided it would be ok too for an eight-year-old to take an hour-long train ride, by yourself, to meet with people you knew nothing about without telling anyone where you were going or asking permission?”

I started to look at the floor like I always did when I was in trouble but remembered what Timmy told me and forced my eyes back up. “Yes Sir, but I am not eight, I am nine. I know I was wrong, but I knew that they would never let me come. I had to get here and try to get myself into this school and into Crossman House. Even if I get into the worst trouble I have ever been in, it will have been worth it just to have the chance to be here. I have only been here fifteen minutes and I have already made a friend. I have been at my school for five years and don’t have any friends.”

“OK, let’s move past your poor decision-making skills for right now and tell me why it is so important for you to be at this school, and why is Crossman House so important to you?

“Timmy told me to be honest with you and tell you everything, but if I am wrong, I don’t want you to be mad at me and yell or hit me,” I said wiping a tear from my eye.

“Well Brian, I can’t guarantee that I won’t get mad at what you say, but I will promise to not yell at you or hit you. Will you accept me at my word?” I looked him right in the eye and nodded. “OK, so start at the beginning and tell me why you are here.”

I told him how I knew I was gay and about the sports magazines. As I told him everything, I could tell he was listening to me and not judging me. I told him about what I heard from Jeff and Mark, and how I knew if what Jeff said was true then I needed to find out and then figure out how to get into the school. He never got the mad face that most adults get when kids say something stupid. He listened to what I had to say. When I stopped talking, I expected him to ask me to leave. Instead, he asked me about my family. He even laughed when I told him about my father reading his sermons to me on Saturdays and the crazy talks we had.

That is when I got serious and asked, “I like talking to you, you are nice and there are not many people I can talk to about this, but I need to know if what I heard about Crossman House is true. Please, Headmaster, I am begging, please tell me.”

The Headmaster got up and walked around a little and then sat back down and turned our chairs, so we were knees to knees. “This is not something that we ever discuss with anyone outside of the Crossman family, but I am going to make an exception in your case. Some of what you heard is true.” I was so excited that I had a hard time staying seated. The Headmaster put his hand on my leg and said, “Calm down slugger. I said some of what you heard was true. Unlike the religion you were brought up in, the Crossman, having tired of fighting over religious beliefs, joined to form a community of people who believed in respect for each other. We came up with a code of conduct that we all follow to the letter. The way we present ourselves to the public keeps outsiders disinterested in us, allowing us to maintain our way of life. You should understand that few people in the outside world know we exist, so hearing one of the boys at this school saying things about us is disheartening and I will be investigating. We are not trying to hide, but the fewer people know about us the better. This allows us to make subtle changes in the way events you see in the news and on TV play out. The craziness you see in the world would be a lot worse if we were not intervening. To the outside world, we are a group that believes in education and family, which is true, but there is so much more to us than you could even imagine. If you came to this school and became a Crossman, you would be educated in a way that you could play a part in the way the world runs. The rules we have here at FSB are strict for all the boys. Most of the non-Crossman boys that go here come from big money, which means that when they get here, most are somewhat spoiled and are used to getting whatever they ask for. Coming here is a big shock to their system because, for them to come here the parents and the children are required to sign a strict zero-tolerance code of conduct agreement on behavior, attitude, and academics. What this means is that even for those boys the education and values they receive here will also give them the insight and ability to do great things in the world. This is not what we think will happen, this is what we have seen happen.”

“You asked about whether the boys have sexual contact with men, so here is the truthful answer. The Crossman have strict rules that revolve around raising their children. Unlike in the outside world, the Crossman children don’t have rights. What I mean to say, is that in the beginning children were considered the property of their parents before our government decided that they knew better than the parents how to raise their children. With that came children talking back when told to do something, staying out until they felt like coming home, and getting into trouble that children were not getting into before. Children should feel love from their parents, but they should also fear the consequences from their parents. The government took that away and just look at some of the kids in your school. Crossman believes that children still are the property of their parents and the community. The rules are set in such a way that the boys are raised with respect and taught that every action has consequences, some consequences are rewards, and others are punishments. For this reason, a Crossman boy is obedient without exception. When a man, any man, tells them to do something, it is never to be misinterpreted as a request, the boy just does it. No questions, no refusal, and no backtalk. Understand that the boys are happy, and when you are in a family like the Crossman there are very few reasons for the boy’s consequences to be negative. The boys in this school are being raised the same as their dads, and their dads, and so on. The boys here are just another generation raised in this great big family. Brian, let me ask you a question, when you are at home and it is just you, your mom, your dad, and your brother, do you feel safe and loved?

“Of course, I do.”

“Do you feel the same way at school, at the park, or even in church?”

I thought about what he was asking and said, “No Sir, I always get so nervous, I don’t know why but I am happier at home with my family for sure.”

“Understand, if you come here, there is nothing to feel unsafe about. You will have an extended family that will always be there for you for the rest of your life. They will protect you and be there to support you when you need it. The boys follow strict set rules concerning hygiene, dress code, and yes, even sex. The boys are required to submit themselves in all ways to any man at any time. This is not an issue for these boys, because of the way they have been raised to accept the adult rules. These children have been taught to please adults before they can walk. If you should decide that this is really what you are looking for, it will be a big adjustment for you.”

“You also asked if all the boys in the Crossman House were, as you put it fags, and the answer is no. Every Crossman child knows how to please a man sexually, but every Crossman child comes from having a loving mother and a father who was raised the same way. Each child will in time be able to decide for themselves if they are more comfortable in a relationship with the opposite sex or the same sex. Once they turn eighteen, they will be able to explore that side of themselves. It is more important for a person to be loved than to worry about what sex they are. Are you with me so far?”

“Yes Sir.” In fact, I was hanging on to his every word.

“You, for example, told me that you believe you are gay, and you have a real attraction to men over boys your own age, and that is ok. However, after hearing your story, I am not sure that sex is the main thing that we would be providing for you. One of the first things I noticed when Timmy introduced you to me was the way you looked at him. Not as someone you wanted to have sex with, but with a longing that you needed to have him as your friend. At first, it didn’t make sense to me, but then you told me about how your brother is really your only friend, and it became clear. You want and need to belong to a community, a community that understands who you are, a community that you don’t have to hide your true self from, and who accepts you for who you are.”

With tears rolling down my cheek, I nodded my head yes. It was like he was looking deep into me and actually seeing who I was.

“Now don’t get me wrong, everything that you have told me about your family tells me you have a strong and loving support system. However, the thing I have already learned about you in the short time we have been talking is that you crave dominance and the structure it provides. You need to be in an environment where men control every aspect of your life. This is something your father is not able to provide, but we are. Coming here would be a big change compared to what you are used to. Yes, we still want you to be a child, have fun, and enjoy life. However, here almost all your time is scheduled, and you have control over little. You need to think hard about all of this before we can move forward.”

At this point, I started crying uncontrollably and the Headmaster pulled me into his lap and just held me and rubbed my back until I gained control. I climbed back into my chair, wiped my eyes and said, “I am sorry sir, I don’t know what came over me. I am not sure how you know so much about me. Timmy told me that you know things, but… You are right though I do think that coming here is what I have been looking for. Timmy said that if I got to go here, he and I would be best friends, and I really want that too. It doesn’t really matter though. No matter how much I want it I will never be able to go to this school. My parents are not rich, or Crossman.”

“This is something for me to worry about, but you need to think this through. You will have to go through a very thorough physical that you may not want to go through. It is very invasive and can hurt a little. Then you must be tested and see if you can hold up in classes. Our students are advanced, and we are obviously strict about schoolwork here.”

I could hardly sit still. “Please Headmaster, I will do anything, just give me a chance. I will make you proud of me honest.”

“Brian, when do you have to be home?”

“Dinner is at six-thirty, as long as I am home by then I am ok.”

“Then the first thing has to be your physical. This will not be fun for you, I warn you. Every part of your body will be examined. Places you never thought another person would touch you will be touched; then places you didn’t know could be examined will be. Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes sir, I am ready,” I said as I jumped out of my chair and stood in front of him.

“Ok Brian, there is just one rule. No one is forcing you to do this, so at any time you can say stop and we will, OK?”

“Yes sir.”

With that said he told me to leave my backpack in his office, put his hands on my shoulders, and guided me out, telling Brad that he would be in medical. Brad said ok, winked at me, and smiled. He sure is handsome. We walked down a long hallway to a door marked ‘Medical Center. I only saw a few other students in the hall wearing the beautiful robes I wanted so badly. We went through the door to a waiting room, with eight chairs lining the wall. The Headmaster knocked on the inner door and we heard someone say, “Come in.” We went in with me in front and the Headmaster's hands on my shoulders. Inside was just a regular doctor’s office like I have been to at least once a year for as long as I can remember. There was a man seated at the desk working on some files. He was an older man, maybe sixty with a bald head. He turned and looked at me and then at the Headmaster.