Date: Sun, 30 Dec 2007 18:31:43 +0000 (GMT)
From: Mark Anthony <deanoangelus@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: A Boy Learns What School Is For - Part Four

Disclaimer: The characters in this story are not real.  I made them up.
Some of them are gay.  Some of them might have sex.  Nobody was harmed in
the writing or conception of this story.  This is a story of pure fictional
made for the pleasures of English literature and sexual enjoyment.  This
story contains sexual encounters with boys below the age of consent who are
discovering their sexuality.  If you are not allowed to read this type of
material, or if you will be offended by it, please leave now.  Otherwise
please take this in the sense it was written and enjoy.


	Reuben woke to the sound of the shower battering away in the next
room, noticing that his arm was no longer supported by the little body he
had left it on.  Blake was already up and getting ready for the day.  After
his weekend, Reuben admired the brave face that he was putting on, knowing
that he must be hurting inside, in more ways than one, and he felt sorry
for him.  Angry as well, but he was a realist and however much he intended
to make Ryan pay, it was something that was going to happen.
	Rolling onto his back, he spread out in Blake's bed, a feat not
possible when both of them were there, unless Blake was on top.  Today was
going to be a busy day, he had a shit load of work to do, and until the
twins got some people in place, he would be shadowing Blake.  He doubted
Ryan would try anything just yet, still hi from his little victory at the
weekend, but he wasn't going to take any chances.  He needed to catch up
with Marshall at some point and let him know what was going on, he still
had training schedules for Wednesday to go over with Coach and that work
that needed to get sorted, but he would cope.  He wasn't the son of a rich,
successful man for nothing, without a little rubbing off on him.
	The door from the bathroom opened and the body of Blake emerged
into the room with a towel wrapped around his waist.  "Morning sleepy head.
I was wondering when you were going to wake.  I was going to give you a
little longer and then I was gonna start nudging you," he said to Reuben as
he came over.
	"Excuse me, boss, some of us were working last night, and I'm up in
plenty time," reaching out, grabbing the towel and whipping it off,
revealing the pert little butt.
	"Hey you," laughing.  "If you don't get up now you won't have time
for breakfast.  I"ve laid your clothes out for you."
	"Since when did you turn into my mother" Actually my mother never
did that, when did you turn into the maid?"  He made a grab for Blake, as
he attempted to pull on his boxers, but he deftly out of the way.  "Hey,
sport."
	"No treats for you.  Not this morning.  If you will wander around
school in the middle of the night I have no sympathy."  Doing up the
buttons on his shirt and slipping the tie round his neck.
	"My empire isn't going to run itself, kiddo.  Not all my business
is pleasant or nine to five."  Reuben lurched up, drew the covers back and
swung his legs off the bed.  He ran his hand through his hair, trying to
matt down the bed hair.
	"What would people think of the mighty Reuben if they saw him in
the morning?"  Trousers now covered his legs, and socks and shoes slipped
themselves onto Blake's feet.
	"Have you been taking happy pills this morning" Is it 'pick' on
Reuben morning or something?"
	"No! I'm just happy.  Happy I'm here.  Happy I'm here with you and
happy that you're going to destroy Ryan and I'll be there to watch."  His
blazer appeared on his back and his bag was now slung over his shoulder.
	"I'm glad you're happy being here, with me and don't worry about
Ryan, he's my problem.  So enough politics so early in the morning, let me
get a coffee in me first, and give me some loving before you go," waving
his hand indicating to him to come over.
	He came over, but gave Reuben a quick peck on the forehead and the
scooted away.  "Nope, I'm rationing you, you need to earn treats, and you
not earned them yet today."  He opened the door and exited, leaving just
his head poking round.
	"You better run sport, before I find the energy to chase after you
and sort out that cheekiness of yours out."  He grabbed a pillow and threw
it at the door, but Blake was already gone, scarpering, the door closing
behind him.  Laughing Reuben grabbed himself nonchalantly, got up and
dragged himself to the shower and let the cold water run over his body, is
dick receding and hiding, while his nipples got pert and hard.
	Blake was true to his word and had indeed laid out his clothes,
picking his favourite socks and a clean pair of boxers.  The length of time
in the shower meant that he wouldn't make breakfast as Blake had predicted,
so he got dressed casually, spending longer than necessary on his hair,
getting it just right, he couldn't be seen in public in a state of
dishevelment.  He would have to blag one of his classes today, as he hadn't
done all the work, but that wouldn't be too much of a problem, he could ice
to Eskimos.  Stuffing his bag with books and shit he headed out to his
first class, with enough time for a fag while he walked there.
	The day passed uneventfully, classes, lunch with Marshall, a
presentation that he had prepared for, following Blake round discreetly and
after making sure he was back in the room, he disappeared to see coach.
They went over schedules till dinner, where Reuben let Blake sit with his
mates from class as he pressed the flesh with some people to could be
advantageous to him.
	When he got back to the room, Blake was at the desk doing work; he
ruffled his hair and threw himself onto his bed.  'so kiddo how was your
day?" He knew most of the answer save what had gone on in class.  He put
his hands behind his head, crossed his legs and looked down the length of
his body at the boy working away.
	"Fine."
	"Just fine?"
	"Yeah, just fine.  It's a Monday after all."  'so what are you
doing?"  "I got some history homework to do and we're getting a spelling
test tomorrow, twenty words that Mr Frost gave us."
	"Well," changing his position, so that his head was now at the foot
of the bed, his hands resting his head up.  Reuben looked up at the
expectant face that was waiting to hear what he had to say.  "I have a
surprise for you."  "What is it?"  "If I told you, it wouldn't be a
surprise now, would it?"  "I suppose not.  When do I get my surprise?"
	"It's not a when, it's an if."  "What do you mean if" You're just
teasing me, there's no surprise is there?"  Blake got up and came round the
desk, sitting down on the bed next to Reuben's head.  "Is this because of
what I said this morning?"
	Rolling onto his back he looked up at Blake, the piercing blue eyes
looking down at him, the puppy dog look, it was all Reuben could do not to
wrap his arms around the boy, get inside him and fuck him forever looking
at that face.  "No, it's nothing to do with this morning, but I do have a
surprise for you, but there are certain things you have to do first."
	"And what's that."
      "That is, I"ve got some reading to do and a couple hundred words to
writes for a piece on American Presidents.  You"ve got your history work to
do, and practice those words.  Then I'm going to test you.  Now if you get
eighteen or more right you get to have your surprise, but if you get less
than eighteen, then no surprise for you."
      "That's well harsh, these are hard words."
      "And you'll learn them and get them right.  I'm not having no boy of
mind being a dunce."
      "I'm not a dunce!"
      "I know, that's why you're mine.  Not just for your sparkling good
looks, your scintillating personality and you're fucking hot, tight body."
      "I'm not a piece of meat," he looked indignant.
      "I know you're not, I don't fuck slabs of meat, and I pound them."
Laughing he stole a kiss from the boy and flipped himself up and off the
bed. .  "Back to work you."
      "Okay," the answer came with a slight sound of dejectedness.  Getting
up as well, he went and sat back down at the desk.  Reuben soon joined him.
Sitting down next to him, laying his books out and starting to read.  After
a little while, the only thing disturbing the silence was the sound of the
radio on low in the background, a small hand started to drift where a small
hand wasn't allowed.  Under the table, small fingers were crawling over
Reuben's thigh and heading towards his crotch.
      "Where do we think we are going, young man?"
      "Nowhere."
      "That's right, back you go," taking hold of the fingers, taking them
off his leg and depositing them back onto their own with a little squeeze.
"I said yesterday, you don't have to do any of that stuff for me, I'll wait
till the weekend before I get some action.  This week is all about loving
you and that gorgeous body of yours.  But if you don't revise no surprise
for you."
      "You're just mean," Blake told him sticking his tongue out like a
petulant little boy.
      "Of course.  You don't get anywhere being the nice guy.  Nice guys
finish last and end up face down getting screwed over.  Now head down, and
no disturbing me you."
      "Okay."
      The two of them got back to their work, and two hours later, Reuben
was back on his bed, his shoes and blazer off, while Blake sat at the desk
still fully attired listening to the words Reuben called out.  He had
already protested that he wasn't reading them out in order, but Reuben was
not paying any attention.  Once completed, Blake delivered to him the
answers and then went back to the desk, as Reuben shooed him away.  Looking
over them for a moment he started to shake his head.
      "What?"
      "Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear."
      "What" Tell me."
      "Well, I'm counting here and you only got seventeen right."
      "Check again."
      "I have and it's still the same.  Looks like I have a bimbo for a
lover."
      "I'm not a bimbo."  A scowl appeared on his face.
      "So I'm afraid there is no surprise for you, I'll have to save it for
someone else."
      "No you can't, it's my surprise."  Blake got up from behind the desk
came over to the bed and threw himself on top of Reuben, winding him
slightly."
      "Easy, sport, you trying to injure me."
      "No, I want my surprise."
      "I can't I said you had to get eighteen right and you only got
seventeen.  If I gave you your surprise now, that would make me a liar."
      "I don't mind.  I want my surprise."  He started covering Reuben's
head in little kisses, all over.  "I'm not going to stop till I get my
surprise."  With that he continued, covering face, neck and mouth, his lips
and tongue gliding across Reuben's flesh.
      Laughing, Reuben grabbed hold of Blake's arms and rolled over,
pinning his arms below him, and leaning out of reach of the errant mouth
and tongue.  "Now what you going to do kiddo?"
      "You can't hold me down forever.  You'll get tired and you want this
as much as I do, so just give in, or let me have my surprise."
      "Do you think you deserve your surprise?"
      "Yeah, you know I deserve it."
      "I suppose you do."
      Blake's face beamed brightly, "does that mean I'm going to get my
surprise" What is it?"
      Reuben let go of the boy and climbed up off the bed.  "You stay
there, don't move, I'll be back."  With that he headed into the bathroom
and closed the door behind him.  Blake fluffed the pillows on the bed and
leaned back onto them, resting on his elbows.  After a couple of minutes
the door reopened and Reuben re-emerged, slightly different to how he"d
gone in.  He had gotten undressed, except for his boxers, had a towel over
one shoulder and was carrying a bottle of Johnson's baby oil and a bottle
of talc.
      "What are you going to do with those?" Blake asked totally confused.
      "You'll have to wait and see, don't be getting so impatient."  He
walked over to the bed and placed the two bottles and the towel on the
bedside cabinet and climbed onto the bed.  Straddling Blake, he placed a
leg either side of his waist and settled himself on the boy's thighs.  "Now
just relax and let me take care of my boy, okay kiddo?"
      "Aha," the face said, while dreamy eyes took in the spectacle that
was Reuben's body.  Strong hands worked their way onto Blake's chests,
pushing, kneading the flesh through the fabric of his shirt, before the
right one scooped up his head from behind, dragging the body up, until
their lips met, but only for the briefest of moments, as Reuben teased him,
and the flesh.  As the right held him in place, the left, started to
disrobe him, first the right arm was broken free from the confines of the
blazer, and then swapping hands the left soon followed suit, and the
garment fell to the floor.
      Two handed, Blake's head was held as more aggressive lips seduced
his, darting in, thrusting with the barest hint of tongue slipping through.
Then he was in freefall, as the supports where stripped and he was once
more on flat on his back and hands were around his neck, but not in a bad
way.  His tie was loosed and reversed lassoed from its position to the
floor.  He went to speak, but a silent finger glided to his mouth and
Reuben quelled any opposition.  One at a time, with deliberately slow
fingers the buttons on Blake's shirt were popped out of place.  He tried to
help, to speed the process up, but his hands were battered away, as Reuben
took ultimatum control over the material.
      The wait was soon over, as all prisoners were free and the flesh was
exposed to the outside world, hairless, dusky and still retaining a little
of its summer tan.  Rather than removing the shirt right away, Reuben
pushed it to the extremes and slipped one finger into Blake's mouth for him
to suck on, while one from the other hand started to circle like a shark
around his right nipple.  Then the fingers were gone and took the place of
its counterpart upon Blake's body.  The now wet finger coursed around his
left nipple, around and around, then occasionally taking the plunge and
sliding over the hotspot, causing the boy to shudder.  This was maximised,
when joined by its friend and both nipples were being pleasured at the same
time, with stroking, arousing touches or from being lightly pinched.
      Throughout, Reuben stayed quiet and all that could be heard was the
panting coming from Blake.  The hands slowly drifted away from the centre
of their attention and left space for a head to replace them, which came
down from above and took over the ministrations of the nipples by use of
tongue and teeth.  The flesh beneath him was trembling and taut as his
teeth nibbled at it, sucking it in and rotating.  The head drifted to the
cleft of his chest and the hands re-engaged with their mission, yet this
time, they held onto Blake's sides letting the thumbs get involved,
exerting pressure, while the lips dusted the chest with wet little kisses.
      The tongue was kept busy, while the hands rode the shirt over Blake's
shoulders and moved it down his arms, as the boy's back arched in pleasure
with what was happening to him.  The shirt was soon removed from the body
that was holding it in place and it joined its friends on the floor,
ignored and forgotten about.  Tantalisingly slowly Reuben's head worked its
way down the trail left by his fingers earlier as they played.  Inch by
inch it crept along the small trails, past his belly button and down to the
crotch of the trousers.
      Here was where it was about to get interesting, as Reuben's hands
stayed where they were, gripped to Blake's sides, massaging the fun zones.
Instead it was his teeth that delved into the crotch and took the belt in
hand, and pulled it from its confinement, with a hard tug, releasing the
pin and letting it fall idly to the sides.  His teeth repeated this trick
with the zip, gripping it hard and pulling it down, with a sort of tugging
motion.  Blake seemed unaware as to what was going on, his eyes were closed
and his hands were covering Reuben's as they worked him over.  Yet these
were withdrawn from his access, as they were needed for the next bit, which
was to pop the clasp, which the teeth were not able to do.
      Rather than having any intimate, erotic, drawn out time spent here on
the trousers, thumbs were hooked into the waistband and butt was lifted so
as to draw them down the bed, taking the shoes and socks with them on their
journey, all being dumped off the bed and now Blake was in the same state
as Reuben.  "Are we having fun yet?"
      "You have me at don't move, you know that Reuben."
      "So is this a good surprise?"
      "It's not really a surprise, we"ve done this before, but that doesn't
mean I want you to stop."
      "Don't worry, I'm not going to stop, but you haven't had it like this
before."
      "Like what?"
      "This."  He reached for the oil and squirting a generous amount onto
his hands, rubbing it between the two of them.  Reuben then took one of
Blake's feet, lifting it up and started to work the oil into the flesh.
Strong fingers started massaging, kneading the flesh, along the sole,
around the ankle, in-between Blake's toes, working the oil in.  'this is
your surprise.  What do you think of it so far?"
      "I know I don't want you to stop."
      "That's good, cause I wasn't intending to."  Drizzling more oil along
Blake's shin and letting his fingers go to work.  Backwards, forwards, in
circles, Reuben went, digging his fingers into the flesh, working it around
and working the oil in.  Resting the foot on his shoulder, more oil found
its way onto the boy's body, along the inside of his thigh, and as the
Reuben's fingers spread it around, it tickled him, causing him to laugh out
loud.
      "That's cold and it tickles."
      "Don't worry; I'll warm you up in no time."  The fingers were careful
in what they were doing.  Careful not to breach the barrier of the boxers
that hugged Blake's thigh, going just up to the hem and then diverting off
to the side.  This carried on for a couple of minutes, with the hands
alternating from thigh to shin, back and forwards, slipping in the odd
concentric circle to spice stuff up.  This routine was repeated on the
other leg as well, with Reuben taking his time, in no rush to get to the
fun stuff.
	With the legs taken care off, Reuben moved back up Blake's body,
sliding his frame up the smaller boy's until he rested on his thighs again.
Putting just a small amount on his right hand, he took the corresponding
one of Blake's and slipped a couple of fingers into his mouth, while waxing
the arm they belonged to.  Blake let his fingers dangle and occasionally he
would play with them delicately inside Reuben's mouth.  The pose was
altered for the other arm, where just one finger was taken into the mouth,
but the arm got the same attention, with Reuben's hands going up, down, and
around.
	Dropping the limb to the bed, the oil was in hand once more, but
this time the stuff dropped from the bottle onto Blake's chest and stomach,
and this was where Reuben started to put his back into it, using both
hands, in different techniques, the Arabian, the Cat and shiatsu.  Sex
noises escaped from Blake and Reuben hadn't even got inside the boy or let
him into himself.  Reuben knew where to apply pressure and where to taker a
softer approach.
	After about ten minutes of working Blake's chest over, breaking to
a verge and then dropping him abruptly.  Teasing, tantalising him, making
him want more, Reuben indicated he wanted Blake to turn onto his front, but
before he did, Reuben placed the towel down on the bed and let the boy lie
on that, so as not to get oil on the bed.  This time, Reuben scooched up
onto the backs of his legs, letting his own crotch rest on the little butt
and raised Blake's arms up above his head, so they were out of the way.
	So as not to shock the boy again, Reuben placed the oil into his
hands first before applying it to the back, which was the area he was going
to give a lot of attention to.  On this new canvas Reuben used Swedish
massage techniques like effleurage and petrissage, alternating between
gliding and compression strokes to dig right in.  "Ow that hurts."
	"No pain, no gain, kiddo.  This kind of workout might hurt but
you'll feel better for it afterwards."  With that he brought his right
elbow down and burrowed into the tension knots in Blake's shoulder blades.
The boy writhed beneath him, but Reuben wasn't intending to stop and nor
was he asked to, which he wouldn't have obeyed anyway.  He spent a whole
twenty minutes, covering the back, shoulders and shoulder blades, back and
forth, applying more oil and the use of heavy duty kneading when he felt it
was appropriate.  When he went down to the lower back, he was once again to
stay out of the no fly zone, at least for a little while longer.  So far it
had been over an hour and he still hadn't ventured near the good stuff, but
that was now going to change.
	"Lift your butt up off the bed, sport it's time we got these off of
you," indicating that he meant the boxers, by tugging at them loosely.  The
butt did as it was told and the material slid down the length of his legs
and now Blake was the one who was totally unprotected against the elements.
Rather than resuming the position he had occupied a moment ago, Reuben
pried the two legs apart and moved himself into the chasm that lay between
them, so as to give him better access to Blake's best asset, besides his
face.
	Noticing the little beads of sweat on the sweet flesh that wobbled
slightly with Blake's breathing, Reuben didn't worry about dropping a load
of oil straight onto the mini hills and getting stuck straight in.  Using
his fingers spread widely he covered most of the butt, gliding over it
strongly, letting the thumbs drift through his crack, which caused the boy
to jump, in shock and slightly in pain.  Reuben leaned in and whispered in
his ear, "don't worry kiddo, I'm not going in there just as I promised."
      A little smile greeted him, which turned into a groan as the fingers
took another pass.  The cheeks, one of the few places that hadn't caught
the sun, glistened in the light with the application of oil to the soft
peaches.  Reuben slowly and without Blake noticing changes the technique,
which saw him sliding his hands slow along the sides of his butt cheeks,
and then rapidly round, under him, to where the hidden crotch waited.  This
brought the boy into a higher state of ecstasy, which Reuben maintained for
a couple of minutes and the slowly brought him down, concentrating on the
mounds once more, with the occasional reach around.
	Throughout all this, Reuben's dick had been hard and unattended
too, yet that was the way it was going to stay, as he rolled Blake over
again, and saw the boy was in the same state he was, but he didn't mention
it, instead, both hands were greased up and each took hold of a body part.
One went for the balls, cupping them in the palm, rolling them around with
the occasional gentle squeeze.  The other descended to his dick, slipping
around it, taking it in hand, drawing the foreskin down and starting to
massage the shaft up and down.  This was when Blake's panting got audibly
louder, as Reuben started out slower, would then build up the speed and
slow down again, just to torment him.
	"Are you ready for the big finale, little guy, cause this is where
I'm gonna blow you away, literally?" His hands never stopping in their
joint mission to keep the boy aroused.
	"I"ve been ready for the last hour.  I never knew this stuff could
be so much fun and frustrating," came the reply.
	Letting go of Blake's important bits, Reuben moved back, and used
the towel to wipe off the oil that he had coated the boy's dick in only
minutes before.  Letting the excited member drop back into Blake's crotch,
he used his free hands to shuck down his boxers to his knees and then dived
back into what he"d been doing.
	With one hand, he slipped under underneath Blake and exerted
pressure, getting him to lift his butt up to meet his descending mouth.
The boy's body contorted into the shape of a crab, his crotch, thrust up
into the air, his back arching as he was engulfed by Reuben, his hands
grabbing the head board to steady himself.  Reuben held him in place with
one hand, his mouth, lips and tongue getting to the very core of Blake,
while his free right hand, had taken up position guarding himself, putting
it through it's paces, the remnants of oil sliding onto the shaft, exciting
the meat in his hand more.
	Blake's learning and inventiveness only impressed Reuben more and
more, as the boy started to buck his hips, causing the four inches that was
in Reuben's mouth to slide in and out, counter to the older boy's actions,
thrusting it further into the recesses of his throat.  "Please" Please no
more Reuben" I can't handle it anymore."  There was no reply as his mouth
was full, but as a reply, the teeth gripped a little harder to the rod
inside his mouth and increased the pressure and speed.  His own hand was
beating and abusing himself just as quick.  "Oh my god, oh my god, owwwwww
my god."  Reuben's finger had slipped into his crack, but was not trying to
breach Blake's inner sanctum, rather to caress it, make it feel nice, as it
was still slick with oil.
	"You"ve done it; you"ve got me, its cumming."  No sooner were the
words out of his mouth, than his body started shaking, he gripped onto the
headboard harder, his hips stopped thrusting and a shuddering occurred all
over his body, as he orgasmed.  Yet that wasn't the end, as Reuben still
needed to come, and so he stayed latched onto the boy, refusing to let
either him or his dying dick escaped.  Sweat coursed across his brow as he
furiously pumped his pocket rocket that after about another minute of being
thoroughly excited blasted off, erupting upwards, hitting the back of his
hand, and that of Blake's butt.
	With a sense of elation, he let go of Blake's butt, letting it fall
to the bed, with the boy panting heavily to himself.  Before he could get
his breath, the larger boy was smothering both his body and face with his,
lips looking for action from Blake, which they got without hesitation.  He
grinded his crotch against the boy's underneath him, his hands drifting
aimlessly through his hair.  'so how was your surprise, sport?"
	"I'm always going to be a good boy, if that what it takes to get
more surprises."
	Reuben couldn't help but laugh at that.  "You enjoyed it then?"
	"Hell yeah.  I know I'm not good at this sex stuff, and it hurts,
but that was ace.  Where did you learn to do that and why?"
	"I learnt it from my mother's masseur a couple of years back,
during the summer holidays.  He taught me the different techniques and I
let him fuck me, it was a good trade, he was quite small so it weren't too
bad.  It then meant I had something I could use to dissuade my brother from
fucking me so much, which worked occasionally.  But enough of my brother,
somehow you always manage to get me talking about him.  Lie still and I'll
talc you, before we go to sleep."  With that, Reuben slid back down Blake's
body and took the talc off the bedside cabinet and doused the boy in it,
rubbing it in, coating him, front and back.
	They both went to the bathroom and got ready for bed, washing faces
and brushing teeth.  Blake was finished first and started to head out of
the room until Reuben stopped him.  "Put your boxers on, I don't want you
taking advantage of me during the night; I know what a horny little devil
you"ve become."
	"Hey that's not me, I'm just what you"ve turned me into, and you
were always a horny bastard."  Using the towel he was drying his face with,
he whipped Blake's little butt, catching it with a cracking shot.  "Owww,
you."
	"That will teach you to be cheeky, kiddo."  Blake stuck his tongue
out and retreated quickly.  Reuben followed him shortly and saw that he"d
picked up his uniform and hung it up and that boxers now covered the boy's
modesty, as he laid waiting in the bed for Reuben to join him.  Reuben
remembered his own clothes and shorted them out, before coming to bed and
redressing himself in boxers as well.  Sliding under the covers, Blake
moved aside so he could fit in, letting the bigger boy lie down and then he
rested himself half on half off of Reuben, his head resting on the muscled
chest of the footballer.
	"Thank you for my surprise and thanks for not forcing me to do the
other stuff."
	"Shush you and got to sleep," kissing his head, "and you're
welcome."  The exertions of the evening had taken it out of the two of them
and it didn't take too long for them to drift off leaving Monday night
behind and heading towards Tuesday morning.
	The next day was nothing special and carried itself out in its own
good time, people doing what they would normally do on a Tuesday, classes,
meals and all the normal shit.  Blake managed to do slightly better in his
test getting the eighteen that Reuben had wanted him to score.  They
fumbled about in bed but did nothing heavy and moved into Wednesday quite
easily.
	Wednesday's were always heavy days for Reuben, cause if they didn't
have a game, there was training to be had, and when he wasn't playing, he
made a point of keeping an eye on the fifteen and unders and the under
thirteens, seeing how they were getting on, and passing comments and
suggestions with the coach regards their training.  Wednesday also saw team
talks happening when all footballers would get together after practice or
their game to catch up on news, go over training schedules and up coming
fixtures.
	In all there were about seventy kids involved in football in one
way or another, slightly more than rugby that had about seventy and hockey
that drew in about fifty.  This team session was no different, and when the
coach had said his stuff, he would leave the boys to it.
	"So that is where we are at the moment guys.  I want to see team
captains and deputies for lunch on Friday, to go over last minute details
for Saturday, otherwise we're done here for today, with official shit."  As
he said this, a couple of people started to get up from around the locker
room and chat amongst themselves.  "I didn't say we were done guys, so park
it and zip it, till I'm done."  There was a chorus of 'sorry Reuben's" and
the room resettled itself.  "As I was saying, that's it for footie talk; I
got one more thing left to say.  My little guy isn't feeling very well at
the moment and so I haven't been getting any for a couple of days and I am
desperate to nut something or somebody before I explode.  So I am looking
for a volunteer, who's free for the next hour or so.  As usual no pressure,
and I'll be gentle, I just need to get off not get into a massive sesh."
	He looked across the assembled faces and watched some hands go up;
one in particular went up quickly as it normally did, when Reuben asked for
a volunteer, or someone wanted to bang something.  'thanks Dean, but not
today, I'm looking for something a bit younger."  Dean was a sixth former,
who was the second teams" keeper and those he had tight hands, the term
slack may occasionally have been applied to him, as he would let anyone and
everyone, except rugby boys, to do him in the ass, as often as possible.
The hand went down, with a visible look of disappointment, but Reuben had
done him only the other week and was thinking of something different.
	Scanning the other arms, of about ten, one stuck out, as the owner
must normally have done himself, as it was black and there were only ten
black students at Kelton, in a school of over three and fifty guys.
Looking at the face attached to the arm, it was fairly pleasing, a lanky
youth with a shaved head and had a sense of vague familiarity about it.
Thinking, he tried to place the face with a name and took a stab with,
"Luke is it?"
	The hand replied, "Yes Reuben."
	"Are you up for a little fun?"
	"I can be if you are asking?"
	"Well I am asking."
	"Then you can do me if you want."
	"Cool, that's that sorted.  Thanks to you other guys, I won't
forget it.  If I don't see you before Saturday, good luck if you are
playing.  Any problems see you're Captains and they can let me know.  Luke,
if you see Marshall he'll get you prepared, otherwise the rest of you get
lost, you don't want to be hanging around here all night."  He was met with
calls of "cya", "bye" and "later Reuben" and the meeting broke up.  "I'll
be in the office when he's ready Marshall, bring him in."
	"Okay Reuben."  With that Reuben left his deputy and headed into
the office closing the door.  Luke came over to him, with his bag slung
over his shoulder.  "Follow me then kid."  He always seemed to get the fun
jobs, but it was worth it, for the rewards he got and was still to claim,
and no one said it would be easy being this close to Reuben.
	He took Luke to where his locker was and told him to, "dump your
bag and your clothes."
	"Here?"
	"Yeah here," rolling his eyes and turning his back to the kid,
hearing the bag drop to the floor, while he opened his locker and grabbed a
bottle of lube.  "When he turned around, the kid was standing there in just
a pair of y-fronts and his shoes.  "Them as well, I'm not great at working
through material, unless you want me to rip a hole in them?"
	"Err no, it's just, I thought I was doing it with Reuben?"
	"You are, or rather you will be, and I'm just getting you ready for
him, think of me as a fluffer."
	"What's one of them?" As the pants were sent crashing to the floor
and he stepped out of them, coyly covering himself as he did so.
	"Don't worry too much, it's not that important.  I need you on your
back on the bench, and hold your legs up off the ground so I"ve got better
access."  The kid did what he was told, assuming the position and as he
did, Marshall dropped his own shorts, revealing that he was commando
underneath.  He hadn't been playing today, just coaching and so he hadn't
bothered wearing any.  He straddled the bench and moved himself along so
that he was just inches away from the boy.
	"This will be cold but don't worry I'll work it in.  I'm just
loosening you up, so that Reuben doesn't hurt you, you got me?" Though
without waiting for an answer he had already started smearing lube around
the pink cherry in the middle of the black ass.
	"Yeah whatever, but it will be Reuben who'll be doing it with me,
not you right?"
	Marshall didn't know if he wanted to slap the kid or compliment him
on his balls.  "Don't worry Reuben will be inside you banging that black
ass of yours soon enough."  Without thinking too much, Marshall worked his
forefinger into Luke, feeling him tense up and tighten as he did so, but
that just made him more eager as he slid it back out and then back it went.
The kid grunted, but continued to hold his legs up and take it, as there
were soon two fingers longed in his ass and a hand round his cock, wanking
him, to help him relax.
	While this was going on, the locker room had virtually emptied
itself, with the occasional person saying by to one or the other of them,
none of them batting an eyelid.  Marshall smiled to himself as he noticed
that Dean had managed to bag some cock, though the kid he had ushered into
one of the cubicles was only a third year if he remembered right.
	Leaving the black meat alone for the time being, he concentrated on
the fingers that were getting a lot better access now, and with his free
hand, he covered his own dick in lube, giving himself a hand job to get
hard.  Moving in right close, he removed his fingers from the kid's ass and
placed the head of his dick there instead.  Leaning over, he took hold of
Luke's shoulder and pushed himself in.  Straight away hands came up, to
push against Marshall's chest, trying to stop him.  "Arrh, what are you
doing?"
	"I'm making sure you can take it.  If you can't handle me, then you
aren't going to be able to take Reuben."  Too emphasise his point, he
pushed the rest of himself in.  "If you want to call this off, I'll go team
Rueben for you now.  Is that what you want?"
	He shook his head, "no I don't want that, and just don't fuck me
alright!"
	"Fussy aren't we?" Marshall pulled his dick out and then shoved it
back in once more, watching the grimace on the kid's face and smiling to
himself in his head.  "Okay you'll do," pulling himself out, and climbing
off of the bench.  "Come on then, let's go see Reuben."  Offering Luke a
hand, which he took, and followed Marshall to the office, as the sound of
Dean getting screwed started to fill the locker room.
	Knocking on the door, the two of them were admitted and found
Reuben sat at a desk next to the Coach's one, going over some paperwork.
"You ready for me then?"
	"According to him I am," indicating Marshall, who had closed the
door behind them and thrown himself into one of the chairs that were
position in front of the Coach's desk.
	"I"d watch yourself with this one Reuben, he's feisty," Marshall
told him.
	"Is he now" I like my boys to have a bit of fight in them."  He
swivelled in the chair and appraised the naked body of the black boy stood
before him.  'so, what do you say Luke, have you got attitude?"
	"Yeah.  I know what I want and who I am gonna do it with and why."
	"Good.  So why don't you get your ass over here, get down on your
knees and show me what you're capable of."  Lifting his ass, Reuben gripped
his shorts and pushed them down over his firm butt, along the tight thighs
and dropped them to the floor.  He swung one leg over the arm of the chair,
to give Luke easier access to what was cradled between.
	With a slow walk, Luke went over to Reuben and got down in front of
him.  "You want me to suck it?"
	"That's kind of the idea, cause it ain't gonna go in your butt the
state it's in at the moment.  I take it you do know what you're doing;
you're what a fourth year?"
	"I'm a fourth year and I know what I'm doing I just don't do it
that often, unless I need to."
	"No one's making you."
	"I know."  Then he shut himself up and latched onto the semi-hard
meat that Reuben was offering.  Sucking it slowly into his mouth, he paid
careful attention to the foreskin and the tip of the dick.  Marshall
relaxed into his chair and stroked himself laconically to the sight before
him.
	Reuben was slightly puzzled and that didn't please him.  He liked
to know what was what and who was what and this kid whose head he was
helping to grind into his crotch bemused him.  He was a footie boy, which
meant he was one of his, but he was one who had kept himself quiet and
pretty much unnoticed.  He admitted to himself that he hadn't paid the kid
much attention; nowadays he let Marshall keep an eye on the younger teams.
Yet for some reason this kid had offered himself up to be drilled, and that
in itself was interesting.  He made a mental note to talk to Marshall about
it later.
	Not wanting to get to excited to quickly and spoil the fucking he
lifted the head up out of his crotch.  'that's enough of that, why don't we
get to business."
	"Whatever you say, Reuben," getting his thin lithe body to stand up
easily.  Reuben got up out of the chair and walked over to the Coach's
desk.  Moving aside some on the papers that were littered across the top,
he made a space to put the kid, who he manoeuvred over to the desk, and
bent over it, kicking his feet apart to give better access and to widen him
up.  Amongst the darkness that was his butt, there was a little pink sport,
that acted as a magnet to Reuben's cock, the head taking no time at all
pushing against the doors and forcing them open, the rest of the shaft
following just as quickly.
	"Uuuurrrgh," came the response as the younger boy's body was thrust
against the desk, Luke's hands gripping the edge of the desk.
	"Can you take this?"
	"I'll take it, whatever you want to give me Reuben."
	"What an accommodating young man you are, there should be more like
you."  Pulling slowly backwards, letting the head of his dick scrape the
insides of the boy, till it got to the hatch and then it darted back in
again.  Luke was ready this time and as it came towards him, he pushed back
towards Reuben and grunted in what sounded like more pain, but there was a
smile creeping onto his face.  The two of them seemed to connect from that
moment on, as Reuben leaned over and put a restraining hand on the back of
Luke's neck, pushing his head down against the wooden top of the desk as he
pistoned and bucked his seven inches in and out of the love tunnel.
	"So," Reuben started, not even concentrating on his weapon, just
letting it do the business.  'tell me something about you Luke.  You look
vaguely familiar, other than football; do I know you from anywhere else"
Have I fucked you before?"
	"Once you did, back in my first year.  You had done some work for
my big brother and a couple of his friends, so they offered you me and two
other boys to do."
	"I take it, it must have been memorable if you have remembered it
all this time, I must be better than I thought," At that he threw an extra
hard one into Luke, feeling his balls smack off his butt with a resounding
thump.
	"Uurrrgghh" How" could I not" remember you" Everyone knows of
Reuben Knight, even back then, and your brother Ma-"
	"I don't want to hear about my brother, thank you.  Especially when
I'm fucking."  As a form of punishment, Reuben stepped it up a gear, making
sure that every inch was driven in, while his right hand started to slap
the nearest butt cheek in time with his rhythm.
	"Ah"Ah"Ah'sorry, I won't him again.  But I mean you were the star
of the football team, the team I play for now.  I'm good but you were
better."
	"Were?"
	"I mean are better.  Last year I was top goal scorer, and at the
moment I am only just second highest.  Also this year, Phil the captain of
the Fifteens and under will be too old to play for us and so that spot will
be available."
	And there it was, it came through loud and clear, though to anyone
else, it may have just been a throwaway comment.  That was why this kid,
this quiet kid, this kid who didn't put himself around was now offering up
his ass to be pounded the fuck out of.  Someone in this room wanted to be
the new Captain of the team and was preparing the groundwork early.  To be
fair Reuben had to admire the kid, it was how he would have approached the
situation, and in some ways it was how he"d gotten the Captain's armband
himself.
	At that moment the door to the office opened and the Coach shoved
his head in.  "Oh I see you boys are busy."
      Luke tried to get up, but Reuben pushed him back down onto the desk
and continued to push his dick inside, just a little slower.  'sorry Coach,
just giving Luke here a post game workout."
	"Right, okay.  I just wanted to say, come and see me Sunday; I want
to go over some plays for the match next week."
	"Not a problem sir."
	"Okay, I'll leave you to it.  Oh and try not to make a mess of my
desk, Reuben."
	"I won't sir."
	"Good.  See you later."  With that the door closed.  Reuben glared
at Marshall, who jumped out of the chair and went over to the door and
locked it from the inside.
	"What the hell, Marsh?" His anger being unleashed.
	"Sorry, Reuben.  I thought I had done it already."  Marshall
sheepishly sat back down in the chair but didn't take hold of himself
again.  "Coach was okay about it."
	"That's not the point.  You know that these sorts of things aren't
meant to be done around teachers; they can't knowingly condone what we do.
What if it hadn't been him, but someone coming to see him?"
	"I'm sorry Reuben, you know I am."
	"Shut it."  His anger manifested itself in his rhythm, which
increased pace and for the next five minutes, the only sounds that echoed
in the office was the panting from Reuben and the grunting from Luke who,
to give him credit, took what Reuben was dishing out.  Then without
warning, and without losing his stride, his hands gripped onto Luke's hips
and he started to buck, the dick inside the boy throbbing, expulsing
everything inside.  With a swift motion he was out of the boy and sat back
in the chair, grabbing for the tissue box and wiping himself off.
	"Don't get up," he told Luke, who had started to rise.  The boy
looked back at him with wondering eyes but said nothing.  I think I can see
where you're coming from kid and why you just let me shove my dick in you,
and I'm sorry it got a little intense there at the end.  Though if we are
both reading off the same page, which I believe we are, then I like your
balls, metaphorically speaking, yet there's some other bases you need to
cover as well."
	"There is?" Realising Reuben had seen through his pillow talk for
what it really was.
	"I may be Club Captain of football at the moment and what I say
gets followed, but next year I'm not going to be am I?"
	"But if you-"
	"Even then I still won't be, there is going to be someone else in
my place and if I was you, you might want to think about getting him on
side."  The penny seemed to drop for both Luke and Marshall at the same
time, with where this was going and as a smile crept onto Marshall's face,
one of annoyance appeared on Luke's.  Reuben went quiet and let what he
said sink in.  Luke turned and looked at Marshall, who was still sat on the
other side of the desk.
	It was obviously going through the younger boy's head, what he had
actually got himself into, by playing this game, but he was already too far
gone to quit now.  He had gone all in with a weak hand that Reuben had now
called his bluff and if he wanted to get the result he needed, he would
have to follow it to the end.  "Do you want me to take care of that for
you... Marshall?"
	"I think that sounds like a good idea, don't you?" Came the reply.
	Luke, who looked to Reuben first and received a nod, got up from
where he had been laid out and walked around the desk and assumed the same
position, this time facing Reuben.  Reuben crossed his arms and put his
feet up on the edge of the desk and watched as Marshall arranged the boy
for optimum entry and pushed.  Teeth were gritted but no sound escaped.  "I
must say, my opinion of you is already going up, I must say, you are a lot
more accommodating that I first thought."
	"It's my" pleasure" to make sure" you" are happy."  Reuben smiled
and watched the battle of wills unfolding in front of him, between the two
boys and deciding how he was going to react to the proposition and the
interruption.  Marshall took things slowly and it seemed that he was making
love to, rather than fucking the black ass he was embedded in, and after
fifteen minutes, of what in Reuben's mind was quite vanilla sex, it was
over and Marshall collapsed back in the same chair, while Luke stayed where
he"d laid down.
	"Why don't you come over here, Marsh, and let our young player have
a seat after all that hard work."  Looking puzzled, Marshall got up and
came over to Reuben's side of the desk, who indicated for Luke to get up
and sit, in the now vacant chair.  'stand in front of me, at ease for a
moment, Marsh I got something I want to have a quiet word with you.  Yeah
just there, hand's behind your back, lets it."  Marshall had his butt up
against the desk, had clasped his hands behind his back, and was looking at
Reuben, who stood up, with a confused look on his face.
	"Oh, just a moment, Marsh."  Looking over the taller boy's shoulder
he spoke to Luke.  "I"ve got a proposition for you and I would think very
hard before you accept it or turn me down."  With a smile to Luke, and
another one to Marshall, Reuben let his previous anger, which he"d given a
time out, unfurl and explode.
	His hand shot up, grabbing Marshall around the throat and pushed
him backwards onto the desk, laying him flat, before he had a chance to
react or move his hands, which were now trapped underneath him.  "What the
fuck-" came the startled response, and a shocked Luke jumped up out of the
chair.
	"Shut the fuck up, Marshall.  You," looking at Luke, "put your dick
in his mouth, now."  Marshall struggled against the broader and older body
above him, which had grabbed his left leg and hoisted it over his shoulder.
Luke hadn't moved.  "I said put your dick in his mouth, NOW!"  The fury
that was released made the fourteen year old move into action, taking
himself in hand and placing his member in the open, startled mouth of
Marshall.  "Hold his head in mouth hands and put all of it in."  Not
hesitating from the command, he responded straight away, and with gargling
sounds coming from Marshall, he was fully penetrated from both ends as
Reuben burrowed into him, climbing onto the desk at the same time, keeping
the vice grip around Marshall's throat.
	Neither cock made any movement once buried inside of the shocked
right hand man.  'this is the deal, I will make sure you are captain of the
fifteen and unders team once Phil moves into the first team, and Marshall
will support you.  In return you will make yourself once a week for
Marshall to fuck.  It's up to him if he decides to fuck you every week, but
you will be made available.  If you win, you don't have to turn up the next
week, if you lose, for every goal you lose by that's how many times you
will visit Marshall, if you draw the arrangement stays the same.  This will
take effect from when you take over.  This arrangement will guarantee your
place as captain until you move on.  The flipside is that you decide not to
take this deal, leave it up to fate and see if Phil recommends you to take
his place, which he may do, I wouldn't like to say.  If you accept, you
will start face fucking my man here, if you don't, you'll take that dick
out of his mouth, out of this office and make sure I don't see it again."
	Taking a breath, readjusting the pressure around Marshall's neck
who was no longer struggling, he continued with the same determination in
his voice.  "If you accept the deal that's on the table, you better stick
to it, cause if you don't I won't be happy.  I"ve just shown you how I deal
with situations that annoy me and people who let me down and this is my
main man.  I fucking love this man, but I don't tolerate failure.  So you
better think hard, cause you"ve got yourself into this situation and you're
the only one who's going to get yourself out.  So what's it going to be?"
	With that, Reuben stared straight into Luke's eyes and started to
grind his dick into Marshall's tight butt.  It wasn't often that anything
went up there, and if it did, it was normally Reuben, but the whole
situation had taken him by surprise he wasn't prepared for the onslaught.
His arms were going numb underneath him, and with his mouth and throat
filled, he"d been trying hard not to gag, throughout the whole of Reuben's
tirade.
	"Well?"  And then the pressure in the back of Marshall's throat was
eased, but only for a second, as the piece of black meat slid back in, and
holding on to the head that was hanging over the edge of the desk, Luke
made his decision.  'that's what I like about my footie guys they know how
to be team players."
	"I'm accepting your deal, Reuben, because it is good for me, and I
know when I"ve been out manoeuvred, but with one slight change.  For every
goal we win by, I don't have to visit him for that many weeks."  Marshall's
teeth ran along the length of his dick and already Luke could feel the
stirrings inside of him, not used too much attention other than from his
hand.
	"I wasn't aware we were in the middle of active negotiations."
	"Well, it seems that he's getting everything out of the deal,
without putting anything on the table himself."
	As quick as his left hand had struck against Marshall, Reuben's
right was faster, connecting with a slap across Luke's face.  "You'll treat
him with the respect he deserves.  His name's Marshall, use it.  You"ve
only got your dick down his throat cause I told you to put it there, don't
treat him like a bitch, but you know what, I think you"ve got some spunk in
you kid, so I'll agree to your terms."
	Luke had flinched, but hadn't stopped what he was doing, when
Reuben had slapped him and feeling pleased with himself, sealed the deal by
ejaculating down Marshall's throat.  "I'm sorry, Reuben."  Pulling himself
out of Marshall and letting him breath normally, he looked down at the face
and with a wry smile said, 'thanks, Marshall, Boss."
	"Whatever," he responded, once having swallowed what was in his
mouth, though some slipped out of his mouth and dribbled down his cheek
towards his eye.
	"Play nice, Marsh," Reuben's dick hammering the point in,
stretching and working his insides over, his meat, hungry for ass getting
inside as much as possible.
	"No problem," was his altered response.
	"Now, I think someone's outstayed their welcome.  So it's time for
you to head out of here.  Hang around outside to make sure no one
interrupts me while I finish up here, and consider yourself Captain, in
everything but name."
	"Thanks again," and then he was gone.
	The pace slowed and the hand drifted away from Marshall's neck, to
instead support the back of the dangling head, and Reuben came down to him.
"I'm sorry Marsh," little kisses escaped from here, covering the tender
flesh that until then had been pinioned to the table.  "I'm sorry man, but
you fucked up.  I don't like having to do this to you, you know that don't
you?"
	"I know Reuben," his voice a little shaky as if he was trying not
to cry.
	"Hey man, none of that," wiping at his eyes for him.  "You're my
man, my main man, more so than Blake.  He's my boy, but you're my man.  The
guy in my corner.  The guy watching my back.  The guy there for me.  But I
can't have you making mistakes, not this year Marsh."  His dick was acting
more sensuous now, taking it's time, not so rough, lovingly caressing the
insides of Marshall, soon to do its business.
	"But why, Reuben" Why in front of him, you could have reprimanded
me later."
	"Cause he needed to know not to cross me or you for that matter.
He needed to see that I am the one in control, and that I am always in
control."  He was now hugging the taller boy now, his dick telling him it
was time to wrap things up, and with his lips pressed against Marshall, his
tongue wrapped around the other one, he let himself go and finished what
he's started.  Dragging the kiss on for longer than he"d needed to; he
climbed off the battered butt and drew his shorts back around his legs.
	"I need you to swing past my room, there's a package there I need
you to drop off for the twins, Blake will show you which one and, tell him
I'll probably be another hour or so."  This was said as he settled back
down behind his desk.
	"Okay Reuben," was all Marshall said as he dragged himself up,
rubbing feeling back into his arms and heading for the door.
	"Remember, Marsh, you're my man, always, remember."
	"I know, Reuben, I am," and then he was gone, leaving Reuben to his
work, and telling Luke to get lost.  He didn't regret what he"d had to do
to Marshall, it was business and he would understand.  Once he finished his
work, he headed back to his room.
	The next day was a normal school day, or as normal as a day can be
in Kelton.  Marshall found him at dinner and sidled into the seat next to
him.  "How you doing, bud?"
	"I'm fine, why you asking Reuben?"
	"Just cause."
	"I'm fine.
	"I got it.  What do you know?"
	"The twins told me that they have found three people associated
with the Mr Lamb incident."
	"Good, that was quick work."
	"Problem is, two of them don't want to talk about it, and the third
is on the edge, but he will talk to you, but somewhere quiet."
	"Get the twins to arrange it for tomorrow night.  Get him to come
to my office during dinner; no one will be around then."
	"Will do Reuben," and then as quickly as he had appeared he was
gone, off to do Reuben's bidding.
	That night, Reuben polished off an essay that was due in, and had a
little fumble with Blake.  The next day, he met with the team Captains, to
go over plans for the weekend's games and training sessions.  After class
he retired to his office to await the mystery visitor.
	Reuben looked up from the paperwork in front of him at the sound of
a tentative knock on the door and saw the shape of someone behind the
frosted glass.  "Come in," he said, putting the papers in a pile in front
of him.  Slowly the door opened and a boy with dark hair, slender build,
about four and half feet tall entered.  "Come in, come in, don't be
afraid."
	"I'm not," a quiet voice came back, closing the door behind him.
His whole body spoke to Reuben, the way he held himself, the nervousness
about his being, and the way he seemed to scout the locker room out before
he actually shut the door.  It seemed that he didn't want to be there but
had also decided that he needed to be here.
	Getting up from behind the Desk, Reuben motioned for the boy to sit
down, which he did, while he locked the door behind him and re-took his
seat.  "Before you start, I want you to know that this will be kept between
the two of us, not even the twins know why I wanted to see you.  I don't
want to know your name, though you obviously know who I am." He left the
question open and waited for a reply, which came in the form of a small
nod.  "Good.  What I want or need, should I say, is what happened between
you and Mr Lamb.  The reason for this is because if I am going to stop him,
and get rid of him, I need to know what I'm working with.  What he is like
and what he likes, do you understand?"
	Nodding again, this time the boy followed it with his own question.
"What are you going to do?"
	"I don't know yet, that's why it's so important you tell me
everything you can.  Now I know it's going to be hard, and if you need to
stop at any time you can, but once it's out, I can start acting on it, if
you get my meaning?"
	"Yes."  He shuffled awkwardly in his chair and looked down at his
feet.  "What do you want to know?"
	Grabbing a fresh pad from one of the drawers, "How many times has
he assaulted you?"
	"You're going to write this down?"
	"I need to make notes, but remember, know one will know about what
you tell me, except me, okay?"
	"Okay.  He's done it" he's done it" three times."
	"Right.  Tell me about the first time."
	"It happened about a month ago, it was the last class before lunch
and he asked me to stay back.  We"d had to do some work, and I didn't
really get it, so I got a bad mark, so he wanted to go over it with me."
Reuben, just listened, watching the boy, not wanting to hurry or push him.
"I thought nothing of it, why would I, I knew I had done badly.  He wanted
to show me an example, but the board was full of stuff already and he
couldn't find his board cloth, so asked me to get one from the stationary
cupboard.  I got up and went into the cupboard looking for the cloths and
when I got it and turned around, that's when it started."
	The boy had started rubbing his hands together, as if they were
dirty and he wanted to get them clean.  "When I turned around" he was stood
there blocking the doorway.  "I got it" I told him, but he just smiled at
me, pulled the door closed behind him, and locked it from the inside.  I
asked him, "what are you doing Sir?", but he didn't answer.  Instead he
just kept smiling at me and then said, "I know what you boys get up to."  I
told him that I didn't understand what he meant and that I had got the
cloth.  He walked closer, cornering me, and whispered to me, "I know what
you naughty boys like doing when no one is around.?"
      "I still didn't understand what he meant until his hand shot out,
grabbing me, down" down there like and then I started to get scared.  I
told him I didn't do that and that I wanted to leave, but he just kept
smiling at me.  I have done it, like everyone has when you're a first year,
but I have only done it twice this year, and that's because I wanted to,
but this was a teacher and he is old, nearly twenty five.  But he didn't
let go of me and leaned in whispering, "I"ve seen you flirting with me,
leading me on, wanting a man inside you instead of all these boys."  I told
him I didn't do anything and that I didn't want him, but he took no notice
and dragged me down onto the floor.  I must have made to much noise,
because he growled at me to 'shut it" and took the board cloth from my hand
and shoved it into my mouth.  It tasted horrible, but I couldn't force it
out, or take it out because he was lying on top of me holding my hands
tight above my head."
      At this point he stopped abruptly and got up out of the chair.
Reuben thought he was going to bolt for a moment, but instead he just
started to pace up and down in front of the desk, still rubbing his hands
together.  "Holding me down with his whole body and gripping my wrists with
one hand, he wrenched my tie from around my neck and tied my hands together
and then the other end went around the bottom of the shelves.  I tried to
stop him and shout out, but I couldn't do either and soon, he had me roped
up.  His hands wrestled with my belt and trousers, I struggled against him,
but then he was dragging them down my legs, as well as my underpants.  The
whole time he kept telling me that "you want this" or "you made me do
this", but I didn't, I didn't do anything, I swear."
      "I believe you.  You don't have to convince me of anything.  We can
stop for a break if you want, or you can come back another time," Reuben
told him, leaning forwards over the desk.
      "No" I need to do it now, or else I won't at all."  He ran his hands
through his hair, that reminded Reuben of Blake for a moment, but then it
was gone.  "He pulled off one of my shoes and dragged my clothes away, so
they just hung on my right ankle.  He left me alone for a moment, but only
so he could" so he could get his thing" his penis out.  It was big, the
glance of it I got before he grabbed my legs and put them on his shoulders.
"Now you're gonna find out what it's like to be fucked by a man.  This is
what you want and you're gonna get it."  I was shaking my head, but he
didn't pay any attention, instead spitting into his hand and rubbing
himself.  Then he leaned right over me, bending my legs back to my
shoulders, and smiled that smile of his and pushed into me."
      "Thinking about it afterwards, it was probably better that he had
gagged me, because if the scream I heard in my head was loud, it would have
been louder.  I could feel his hot breath in my face.  I noticed the smell
of smoke in my face and the roughness of his hairs down there rubbing
against me as he kept shoving it into me.  He seemed to like me struggling
and the more I did the harder he pushed it into me.  It hurt so much I
started to cry, but this seemed to excite him even more, as he laughed.
"You're loving this aren't you, you bad boy?" But I didn't.  It lasted only
a couple of minutes, but it seemed like the longest five minutes ever."
      "There were boys last year who were rough when they did it, but they
weren't as big and they had put stuff in me, the lube stuff, but he didn't.
When he was done, he rolled off of me and lay there panting on his back,
rubbing himself while I kept trying to stop crying."
      "He told me I did good, and that I would "be rewarded" but I didn't
know what he meant.  I thought he would let me go then, but he didn't.  He
had rubbed himself so that he was hard again and leant over and whispered
in my ear, 'time for round two."  I struggled against my tie, trying to get
my hands free but couldn't and then he was their again, but instead of
climbing back on, he grabbed hold of me and turned me over onto my belly,
pushing my legs apart with his knees and laying on top of me while shoving
himself back in.  It wasn't as bad as the first time, because I was wet
back there from his stuff, but it still hurt.  He had one hand on my head
and the other he gripped onto the shelf above my head and kept ramming me
with it.  I was in a funny position and my head kept banging into the shelf
and that hurt as well?"
	Suddenly he came to a stop and looking up from the pad; Reuben
could see that tears were creeping slowly down his face.  Leaping out from
behind the chair he swept the boy up in his arms, holding him tight, even
when he tried to get away from him.  "Shushhhh.  It's okay I"ve got you.
It's alright he's not here.  I'm not going to let him hurt you again don't
worry."  The boy ceased his struggling and wiped at his eyes.  "You don't
need to say anything else about what he did to you, just tell me what
happened when he was finished."  Rather than moving back to the chairs,
Reuben stayed where he was holding him.
	"He" he told me to get dressed, which I did once he"d untied my
hands.  There were red marks around them, but I pulled my sleeves down and
kept them down for the next week.  He told me "you were good, you enjoyed
that didn't you?" I didn't reply but he did it for me, "yeah you did."
Once we were both dressed again, he opened the door, slapped my arse, told
me to grab my stuff and get a move on or I"d miss all of lunch.  Once I put
my books in my bag and headed for the door, he called out, 'see you next
week", and I got out of there."
	"Since then he's made me do it two other times, only he doesn't
pretend now and just walks me into the cupboard and does it to me, telling
me I'll get into trouble if I tell anyone and that he can make me have to
repeat the year, by failing me, he can't can he?"
	"Don't listen to any of that crap; he can't do that even if he
threatens.  You're not going to get into any trouble, teachers aren't
allowed to do that to us guys, it's not on.  I'm telling you now," and at
this point he took the boy by the head and looked him straight in the face.
"I am telling you now that I am going to sort it, I have a few ideas how,
but it will be done, but give me couple of weeks to put something in place
and try and avoid him.  If it means avoiding his class do and use me as an
excuse, he can't doubt the word of a "God", you hear me?"  He nodded, the
tears having evaporated from his face by now.  "All I ask is that when it
is done, you make sure people know it was me who sorted it, if you get my
meaning, your friends and other classmates, can you do that for me?"
	"Yes."
	"Good, you"ve been really brave coming to see me, and we'll get the
bastard don't worry.  Now you get off okay!"
	"Yes."  He felt Reuben's arms release him and he broke away.  While
Reuben went back behind the desk, the boy went to the door, opened it and
then looked over his shoulder briefly, mouthing the words, 'thank you" to
Reuben, who nodded and watched the door close behind him.
	Looking over the notes that he had taken, he could see that dealing
with Mr Lamb was not going to be easy and he would have to ask Blake to do
stuff he probably wasn't going to like.  Yet it had to be done, Mr Lamb had
to be dealt with and quickly and it had to be him who clinched it.  If
things went his way, it would build a lot of kudos for him and give him a
heads up against Ryan.
	Laying out the training schedules on his desk for Marshall and
Coach, he came to a decision about what to do.  Locking up behind him as he
left, he shoved a cigarette in his mouth and got his boy on the phone.
"I'm here," came the answer after a few rings.
	"I guessed that."
	"Very funny Reuben."
	"I know."
	"What do you need?"
	"Firstly, I want you to thank the Twins for sorting me out with
that fella; they'll know what I mean."
	"Right, can do."
	"Next, I'm going to need to you take over training tomorrow,
Marsh."
	"How come?"
	"I'm not going to be here, I'm popping into town, there's some
stuff I need to do and a little guy I need to treat."
	"What's Coach gonna say, we got the big match on Wednesday?"
	"I know, but it can't be helped.  This is part of larger plans I"ve
got in motion and it's something I need to do.  After this Blake will be
bound to me hook, line and sinker and will do whatever I need him to do,
and I have a big project coming up, so I need him onside."
	"You take too many risks Reuben, I don't like it."
	"You don't get anywhere without putting things on the line.  You
let me worry about things like that and you just do what I ask.  We'll be
fine on Wednesday, we"ve taken them for the last three years, and we got a
good squad."
	"I suppose."
	"So do I.  Oh, I nearly forgot, I want you to keep an eye on that
Luke kid, see how he plays this weekend.  I"ve certainly given him enough
incentive to be putting the ball in the back of the net, so I don't want
him letting me down."
	"Yeah, you certainly did that."
	"Mind your tone Marsh."
	"I said nothing."
	"I know what you didn't say."  The cigarette had got to the end,
causing him to flick it away.  "I'll check in tomorrow with you, any
problems let me know, right."
	"Right Reuben, I'll speak to you later."
	"You bet kiddo."  With that he hung up.  He had walked back to his
block but decided he wasn't ready to go in and as it was a cool night, he"d
go for a run.  Taking path down to the running track, he withdrew the phone
again and punched up a number that he rarely phoned, but knew even at this
late hour it would be answered.
	A husky female voice came onto the line once the ringing was
finished and it was just who he expected it to be.  "Anton Knight's phone,
how may I help you?"
	"It's me, Melissa."
	"Master Knight, I"ve not heard from you in a while."
	"You know me; I like to keep my head down.  Is he around?"
	"No, he's over the water again at the moment, what do you need?" As
was often the case, his father was never around, so if he ever needed
anything Melissa his home based PA sorted it.
	"I need a limo for tomorrow from 9am, and I'll be using it most of
the day."
	"Why do you need a limo, why not a car?"  She often played this
game with him; it gave her a little kick, so he played along.
	"Cause I'm entertaining."
	"And who would that be?"
	"A friend."
	"Well that's okay then.  I'll have it arranged for you and it will
be there for 8.30am."
	"Thank you Melissa."
	"Not a problem, Master Knight."
	"Also, I'm going to need two appointments tomorrow about midday at
a reputable hair salon."
	"And you expect me to manage that with less than 24hrs notice"
	"Yeah.  If you don't get anywhere just flash some cash, I know
that's what you do for daddy."
	"I'll arrange it and text you the details, it shouldn't be too hard
I suppose."
	"I didn't think it would be for a lady of your" talents."
	"You know how to brighten up a girl's evening, you charmer.
	"That's me.  Tell daddy I said hi and thanks.
	"I will do.  Bye."  With that he hung up, knowing that when Melissa
said that something was going to happen, it would happen.  Having reached
the running track, he stripped down to his shorts and t-shirt and started
doing laps.  He wasn't pushing himself, just took it steady going for
endurance rather than pace and wound things up once he"d done thirty.
Another kid had come down while he was there, but he didn't pay much
attention to his fine butt and chiselled thighs, at all.
	When he finally got back to the room, he threw his sweaty clothes
on the floor and told Blake, who was still working on a project that he
needed to do, that he was going for a shower.  He leant over and kissed
him, and was met with, "yeah you stink."
	"Charming, last time I give you any loving."
	"I didn't mean it like that, honest."
	"I know you didn't," disappearing into the bathroom and into the
cubicle, relishing the feel of the hot water cascading over his naked body.
Before he had even started lathering his body up, there was a noise and a
small body was forcing its way into the shower with him.  "What do we think
we are up to young man?"
	"Well" I was thinking" that as you"ve had such a long day, and
you're probably tired, you might want a hand."  Taking the shower gel in
his hands and massaging it onto Reuben's chest.
	"You were thinking were you?"
	No actually stopping what he was doing, rather, turning Reuben
around so he could do his back.  "Yep I was thinking that after all the
things you"ve done for me this week, you might like to relax and let me
de-stress you."  The hands went round and round and as he squirted more on
Reuben's back, some trickled down his crack, and little hands dived down
there.
	"Easy little man, careful where those fingers are going."
	"I am.  I know exactly where these fingers are going."  This was
said as they drifted around Reuben's waist slowly and grabbed him gently
from behind.  One hand cupping his balls and the other wrapping itself
around the semi that had grown from the contact he was getting.  The whole
time the water coursed across the two of them, rivulets running down both
their bodies.
	"Now that's definitely a no go zone little man."  Gently he let his
hand slide down his chest and encased those of Blake, giving him a little
nudge to release his assets.  "Remember we are being good this week, and
you don't have to do anything for me."  Turning around, he pulled Blake to
him, letting their lips interlock, their bodies pressed tight together and
no matter what his weapon was saying, he was determined not to use it on
Blake today.  Slapping his butt gingerly he told Blake, "Scoot and let me
finished up here."
	Laughing as he broke away, Blake did what he was told and exited,
drying himself off once he had and disappeared out of the bathroom.  Though
he could have easily just bent Blake over and done him up against the wall
there and then, and God he really wanted to, he had restrained himself.  He
had promised a week, and it would be a week, which would make tomorrow even
better when it arrived and he slid himself up into that hot tightness he
had been missing.
	About ten minutes passed by the time he"d jacked himself off to get
rid of the woody and he"d finished washing up.  Getting out and with a
towel round his head, doing his hair, he walked back into the room.  The
naughty little minx was lying on the bed; face down with the duvet pulled
down just far enough to show that he wasn't wearing anything at all.
	"And what's this then?" Rubbing himself all over.
	"I'm just getting ready for bed."
	"I can certainly see that."  Picking up his clothes from where he"d
dropped them, he threw them in the dirty wash bin.  With regards to Blake's
uniform, he picked that up and folded it, and put it away.  From the
wardrobe, he picked out a clean pair of boxers for himself which he slipped
into and then one of Blake's which he threw at the boy.  "Put those on,
sport, remember, no hanky panky, and you need to be up early tomorrow."
	With a face full of puppy dog eyes, he shrugged his legs through
the holes, and put the shorts on and then suddenly clicked as to what
Reuben had said.  "Why do I have to be up early tomorrow" I"ve not got
practice till eleven."
	Coming over, Reuben got onto the bed, which Blake moved out of the
way for him, and lay on his back.  The younger boy lay on top of him
resting his head on his hands and his hands on his chest looking up at him.
"Because you're not going to practice tomorrow you're going somewhere
else," was the answer Reuben gave him.
	"Where?"
	"It's a surprise and that's all you're getting out of me, I"ve set
my alarm so I will wake you in the morning.  So if you want we can do some
heavy petting tonight but that's it, cause I am whacked and ready for
sleep."  He ruffled the boy's hair which had got longer and was definitely
in need of a treatment.
	"No that's okay," reaching up with his little mouth for a moment to
push it against Reuben's, and then it and the head settled down on his
chest.  "We don't have to do anything tonight if you're tired."
	"Good one kiddo, I'll see you in the morning then."
	"Yep, night night."  With that the two of them drifted off to
sleep, Blake wondering what was going to be happening in the morning and
Reuben looking forward to an interesting day and the chance to get back
inside Blake.
	The alarm rudely awoke the two of them at seven the next morning.
Reuben grappling for his phone to switch of the sounds of Serj Tankian's
Saving Us blaring out, as the little guy pulled the duvet over his head
trying to ignore it.  "Come on you, sleepy head, time to get up, we"ve got
a big day ahead of us."
	"I don't want to, I want to stay here, it's nice and warm, it's too
early," came the muffled voice from under the covers.
	With a laugh, Reuben grabbed hold of the edge of the duvet and drew
it back sharply.  "You, sport, up and into the shower."
	"Are you coming as well?" The sleep induced face looked up at him.
	"I think your big and ugly enough to do it yourself by now."
	"Oi," giving Reuben a dig in the side of his built chest, "I'm not
ugly."
	"Of course you're not, like I"d have an ugly boy in my bed, but
you're still getting up," tickling him, until Blake gave in, pleading with
him to stop and that he would go.  Climbing out of the bed, he shoved
Reuben playful and dropped his boxers on the floor as he went, stumbling
into the bathroom and soon the soon of falling water met Reuben's ears.
Using that as his cue to get up, he went over to the wardrobe and sorted
out his clothes for the day, a Lagerfeld suit, mixed with Armani shirt, and
a pair of Red or Dead ankle boots.  He rifled through Blake's clothes and
again not coming up with much, like a week ago, threw a few items onto the
bed and slapped one of his ties on top.  This trip was definitely something
that needed to happen.
	As Blake emerged from the steam filled bathroom, Reuben pointed out
what he wanted him to wear.  "Do you want to dress me as well?" Came the
coy response.
	"Someone seems to be very playful this morning," picking the boy up
under his arms, doing a 180 turn and dumping him back on the floor.  "I"d
mind that mouth of mine if I was you, or you're liable to get something
stuffed in there.
	"Promises, promises," was thrown back at him as he went into the
bathroom to wash away the last vestiges of sleep from his eyes and body.
When he emerged quarter of an hour later, there was a smart young man
waiting for him, dressed, pressed and hair brushed.
	"Now that's what I call an improvement on before," towelling
himself off and getting dressed.
	"Are you going to tell me what we're doing and why I'm dressed up
like this, it's not a school day.  We're not going to another one of those
meetings are we?"  The thought suddenly coming to him, after the last time
Reuben had him dress up.
	Laughing, "no you funny little thing, there's normally only one of
those special meeting a term.  If you must know, we're going on a road
trip, and that's the most I'm saying."
	"But I"ve got practice, Coach will be pissed at me and you"ve got
footie, and we're not allowed to leave school grounds."
	"First years aren't and nor are second to sixth years, but year
sevens are, and hence you can cause you're with me, now," giving him a clip
around the ear, 'shush, kiddo, it's time for breakfast."
	"You're no fun."
	"That's me, Mr No Fun.  Now scoot."  Shoving him towards the door,
and then nearly forgetting his phone, he went back and grabbed it, and then
both of them were gone.  On the walk down to the refectory, Reuben checked
his messages and saw that Melissa was true to her word, and had got them
one o"clock appointments at Urban Retreat in town.
	After breakfast, where the two of them got the occasional look as
if to say, "why the fuck you dressed like that this early in the morning
and on a Saturday", and Reuben fended more questions from Blake, they
headed to the Porter's office, where Reuben had to log that they were
leaving the grounds of Kelton, where he was going and when he would be
back.  He banned Blake from coming in with him, so he wouldn't find out and
then, taking the boy by the hand, he headed out front.
      Yet he stopped before going out of the main gates, and bent down
whispering in Blake's ear.  "If anyone asks today, you are my cousin okay"
I am taking you out on a trip.  Never question anything I say in public,
nor act surprised by it, you hear me, sport?"
      "Okay, but why?"  Blake looked confused.
      "That sounds like a question."
      "Sorry."
      "Good, and remember what I said."
      He went into the Guard's box and signed himself out, which was a
double security.  "Have a good day Mr Knight."
      "I will do, don't worry about that."  With that, the two of them
exited to the sight that awaited them and the intake of breath from Blake
when he saw.
      "Wow.  Is that for us?"
      "It is in deed."  The driver, who was still in the front of the car,
climbed out as he noticed them and came around to open the door of the
stretch, white limo.
      "Mr Knight I presume?" The man was in his late twenties and looked
ex-SAS or something like that.  He knew that his father used men like this
when he was travelling and so this was probably on the same account, which
Melissa would have sorted out.  Abduction of offspring belonging to rich
men happened occasionally, but not normally in England.
      "It is indeed," shaking the man's hand," this is Mr Lucas,"
presenting Blake, who copied Reuben, "and you are?"" Leaving the sentence
open.
      "Billy Watterman, but you can call me Watts," he replied as he
ushered Blake inside, who kept going "wow" and "look at this".
      "Right you are, Watts.  Have you been advised of where we're going?"
      "I know you need to be in Knightsbridge for one, but other than that
I was told you would advise me, Mr Knight."  Reuben liked how that rolled
of people's tongues, especially those older than him.
      "We need to go to Islington first, Stephen Einhorn, the jewellers, in
Islington.  Do you know it?"
      "I"ve heard of it, that won't be a problem, and after Knightsbridge?"
      "Bamford and Sons, Belgravia, that's-"
	"-Not a problem for me Sir."
	"Great.  I"d like the screen up please, and I'm not in too much of
a rush, as long as we're at Einhorn's for about eleven, eleven thirty," he
instructed the man, as he climbed inside."
	"That won't be a problem, Sir," closing the door on the
conversation and the limo.
	"Reuben, this is great, where on earth did you get something like
this?"  He pressed various buttons and knobs, watching the blacked out
windows go up and down, the TV turn on and the drinks cabinet swing out.
	"You can put that one away for a start, kiddo," laughing and
pleased to see the joy on Blake's little face.  Full of incredulity and
fascination at all this new stuff.  "I just had it ordered for our little
day of fun."
	"Are you going to tell me where we are going now" Please, please,
please."
	He was tugging on Reuben's arm, like a little kid who wanted a new
toy and was trying to get his mother to buy it for him.
	"Okay, if you calm down.  I'm taking you into town to get a
makeover.  I can't have my prize asset and my boy looking like a hobo, now
can I?"
	"What do you mean?" Puzzlement took over, as he bounced on the
leather seats.
	"You need some clothes for a start, and good ones at that, this mop
of yours is getting all unruly and you need to accessorise.  I no your
family aren't well off, but now that you're at Kelton, you need to look the
part, and I need you to look the part.  I got it in the ear from the other
"Gods" when I brought you to the meeting last week.  So it is my plan to
turn you into a smart, suave, sexy young man."
	"But" but you said I was sexy already."
	"I know I did, that's between me and you, I need others to know you
are, and know they can't have you, unless I let them.  You get me?"
	"Sort of."
	"Well, as I said before, let me do the thinking and the worrying
and you just have some fun, you're going to get worked over by some of the
best today."
	"Okay, if you say so."
	"I do.  Now," putting his arm around the boy, "what do you want to
watch?"
	"Toonattick."
	"I'll pretend to know what that is, which channel?"
	"ITV."
	"Alright then."  He switched it over, and was confronted by X-men
or some sort of cartoon.  Holding Blake, the boy relaxed and watched his
cartoons and they stayed like that, until Watts buzzed from the front and
Reuben answered.  "Yes?"
	"We"ve just come into Islington, Mr Knight, should be about another
ten minutes with traffic."
	'thank you."
	"Are you excited?" He asked Blake, whose head responded in the
affirmative.  "First port of call is to accessorise, then hair and lastly
clothes."
	"I"ve not really got any money though," the thought springing into
the boy's head.
	"Do I look like someone who would take you out shopping and expect
you to pay?"  Blake shook his head.  'that's cause I'm not, and money isn't
something I worry about, that's what trust funds and allowances are for."
	The car started to slow and then came to a full stop.  Moments
later the door was opened on Blake's side and Watts indicated for him to
alight.  He followed the directions and once outside, looked around in awe
and at the nosy people who were looking at him, wondering who he was and
who else was going to get out of the limo.  Reuben followed him and turned
to watts as he emerged.  "We shouldn't be too long, are you okay parking
here?"
	"I'll sort it, Mr Knight, don't worry," closing the door after him.
Putting his hand on Blake's shoulder, Reuben walked him towards Einhorn's
and in the front door.
	As they entered, they were confronted by a middle aged woman, who
tried to bar their entrance.  "I don't think you have the right place young
men?"
	Reuben stared at her for a moment, looked at Blake, back at her,
over at the limo, where Watts was watching with a smile on his face and
then back at the woman.  Adjusting the sleeves of his jacket he then spoke.
"Now, madam, I believe you need to readjust your perception of the
situation.  I wouldn't be here unless I wanted to be, and as I am surely
that must mean this is the right place for me.  That is my car," with a nod
to the limo, "and if you still insist on barring us entry, you better
follow up whatever you say next with, "I'll get the Manager for you, Sir"."
	The woman stared at Reuben as if she had just been slapped, looked
at the limo and then hurriedly got out of Blake's and his way.  "I am very
sorry, Sir.  We have trouble with young people trying to get in here.  It
is totally my fault, please come this way, is there anything I can help
with?"  She was flustered and trying to backtrack quickly but Reuben wasn't
about to let her off the hook just yet.
	"Yes, there is something you can do for me.  You can excuse
yourself and ask another assistant to attend to me.  I want to see all the
trays of platinum and titanium, rings, necklaces and bracelets you have.
We will be over here" browsing."  Without waiting from her reply, he
steered Blake in front of him and over to one side of the shop, not looking
back.
	"You were great, Reuben."
	"It's about knowing how to handle people, sport and I do that well,
I"ve had a lot of training."  A few moments later, an older man, coughed
politely behind them, causing Blake to whirl round, but Reuben to
gracefully acknowledge the man.  "That was quick, I must say."
	"Kenny here is bringing out the trays for you now sir, but I can
only authorise one at a time," the man told them in an apologetic voice.
	"That will be fine.  So what do you think couz?" It took Blake a
moment to realise Reuben was talking to him, before just repeating his
stock phrase for the day, "wow".
	Walking out of the shop an hour later, Blake was still stunned by
what he had seen, what Reuben had bought and how he could afford it.
Coming from the background he did, Blake had just seen Reuben spend more in
an hour than his mother got in benefits for the whole year.  To start off,
they had decided on two Sapphire Light rings in platinum, with 1.25 carat
sapphires embedded in them.  Reuben wore his on his right hand, just next
to his pinky, while Blake's was being sent away to be adjusted.  The two of
them had cost over five grand alone and then there was the weight around
Blake's wrist that was made up of the Blood Skull Knife Edge wrist chain,
made out of white gold, with blue sapphires for eyes.  Around his neck,
Reuben had placed a Soho Men's locket, also in platinum, which had been
hand crafted and was a limited edition.  To round things off, Reuben had
bought a variety of cufflinks for both of them, in various styles and of
various materials including white gold and more platinum.  They had only
been in town an hour, and already Reuben had blown over ten grand.
	"I can't wear these," Blake had tried to protest, when Reuben had
them placed on him.  "What happens if I lose them or something happens to
them?"
	"Firstly, you won't," was Reuben's initial response, "and secondly,
it's all insured.  My card is linked to my father's, with a twenty-five
grand limit and it is all covered.  So I don't want you worrying, and just
let me make you look how I want you to look, okay?"  He pushed Blake in
through the open door, which Watts was holding open.
	"It looks so pretty," admiring the wrist chain again.
	"It's not pretty" It's manly and makes you look handsome."  There
was another item that he had got the boy, but had kept it secret as he
thought he would have to work on the boy to get him to wear it.  It was a
Times Square single stud ear-ring in 18ct white gold and another blue
sapphire to match the rest.  "Next, it's time to do something about this,"
ruffling Blake's hair, and then taking a hand to his own.  "Now what I"ve
got in mind, is keeping it nice and short, which is what I prefer, sharp
lines with a little twist.  It's going be different from anything you"ve
had before but go with it, you got me, sport?"
	"What are you going to do?"
	"Nothing drastic, don't worry, just a little something, to go with
the theme I'm thinking of for you.  You trust me don't you?"  taking one of
the smaller hands in his.
	With just a moment's hesitation, the answer came back as
affirmative.  Half an hour later, the limo expelled them in Knightsbridge,
outside Urban Retreat.  He wasn't able to park outside, so Reuben took his
number and would call when they were ready to be picked up.  A perky blond
girl met them at the door, ushering them in and dispensing a coffee and a
coke, while Reuben explained to the stylists what he wanted for himself and
his cousin.  A fleeting look ran across Blake's face when he heard what
Reuben wanted for him, but he said nothing and did what he was told.  Two
hours later when they headed back to the limo, Blake was unsure with what
Reuben had had done.  Both of their heads were what you would call 'tight",
their dark hair having been washed, pruned, cut, moulded and in Blake's
case dyed.  They were two sharp young men who exited and in the limo, Blake
kept looking in the mirror, trying to get used to it.
	"It looks good, what are you worried about" It make's you look ever
more mysterious and hotter.  People will notice you, and they'll remember
you whether they know you or not and it matches the jewellery as well."
Reuben explained to the younger boy.
	"I know it does, it's just" different" weird is all."  Looking in
the mirror, the face that looked back at him, which didn't need to start
shaving yet, was cute and it was distinguishing.  The jet black hair that
Blake had been born with, and had grown up with, now had a different tint
to it.  From above his right eye, curving up and over to about the middle
of his head, Blake now had a streak of electric dark blue in his hair, two
centimetres wide and about ten long.
	"I like it and it suits you."  Reuben said, with a slight edge to
his tone that meant he didn't want to be hearing anymore on the subject.
Blake settle back and leaned back against Reuben, flicking play on the DVD
player and letting Shrek three continue playing, from where it had been
stopped earlier.  "Now we're off to do the most important bit.
	"What's that?" Eagerness crept into his voice.
	"Getting you out of these," tugging Blake's shirt, "and getting you
into some proper clothes, that befit your position as my boy, and that
accentuate those curves of yours," sliding his hand down and tickling the
boy.  Laughing, Blake fended him off with little success and begged for him
to stop, which he did.
	Bamford and Sons soon appeared on the radar, and on entering Blake
said that they wouldn't find anything for him in a shop like this.  Reuben
told him they would and to shush as the owner came over.  'mr Knight, what
a nice surprise too see you so soon.  Don't say you"ve gone through the
Winter Collection already, you were only here at the end of summer."  Blake
was amazed that the man knew Reuben, but then thinking about it, this was
all new to him, and Reuben probably knew a lot of people in this world.
	"No Alfred, it's not for me, I"ve come to sort out my cousin here.
As you can see, he's not really up with the present styles shall we say.
Between you and me, he is more of a second cousin once removed, but I feel
sorry for him and can't have him looking so, dreary, not around me anyway."
Blake kept his mouth shut, though the two of them were talking about him.
He knew his place and Reuben would be angry with him if he did.
	"I am sure we can sort him out," looking Blake over he added, "how
long do we have?" and laughed in a high pitched voice that seemed to go
right through Blake.
	Reuben and Alfred went to work on Blake, measuring him, pushing and
poking him, picking out shirts, trousers, socks, boxers and various ties.
Various colours and styles of suits were suggested which Reuben
commissioned a half dozen and then let Blake choose one two wear there and
then.  He came up with a stylish silver suit that shimmered in the
atmospheric lighting within the shop.  Reuben approved and added a dark
blue shirt and tie combo and a pair of Robert Wayne "Viscaya" boots, that
were slightly too big, but Blake would grow into them.
	Reuben decided that if Blake was going to have something, he would
have to treat himself.  He settled on a black pure linen pinstripe
deconstructed suit with pure cotton shirt and pure linen tie.  He told
Alfred that they would try them on out back in the changing rooms, and with
their hands full, the two boys disappeared and locked themselves into the
furthest cubicle.
	"So what do you think then, kiddo?" Reuben asked Blake, once he"d
changed, him being first and Blake still doing his tie.
	"It looks good on you."
	"I know that, it always was going to, but do you like it?"
	"Yeah."
	"Let me help you," bending down and slipping the boots onto Blake's
feet, zipping them up, and getting him to hold his arms out so he could put
the jacket on him.  When the boy turned around it was Reuben who for once
was lost for words.
	"I look silly don't I?"  He seemed upset and started to take the
jacket off.
	"No, you don't, sport, leave it on and let me just look at you."
Smiling once more, he stopped trying to take it off and stood there,
letting Reuben appraise him.  He turned on the spot when Reuben indicated
him to do so.  "Now that is what I call fucking hot.  I knew I could make a
man of you."  Pink crept into Blake's cheeks as he blushed.  "I think right
now, you rival the moment I saw you in the refectory, the first time you
arrived here."  His hand seemed to drift unconsciously down his chest, onto
his stomach, but not stopping, until it found his crotch, which it started
to rub through the expensive material.  "I could eat you up right now."
	Without another word, his hands thrust forward and grabbed Blake by
the head pulling him to him and stifling any shock with his mouth,
plastering it against the younger boy's, lips and tongue aggressively
worked on the startled face, his body moving forwards, moving Blake
backwards until they met the full length mirror.  Blake tried to push him
off, managing to get enough room to say, "we can't do this here, we'll get
caught."  Yet Reuben took no notice of him, his lips shutting Blake up
properly, the taste of sweetness coursing across them.  The hands let go of
the smaller boy's head, but it didn't try to escape as Reuben removed his
jacket and hung it up on the wall.
	When they returned to Blake, they ran themselves across his chest,
playing with his nipples through the shirt, until they dived down, fighting
with the crocodile shell leather belt holding his trousers up and closed.
Moments passed and while Blake was scared about what they were doing, he
was now embracing the invader in his mouth, playing with it, parrying
stroke for stroke and letting the hands have their way down below.  The
trousers burst open and the now familiar touch of Reuben appeared on the
naked flesh below the clothes.
	The tongue and teeth took their assault west, across the exposed
expanse of Blake's tender neck and up to the pliable ear.  At the same
time, a leg came between Blake's knocking his apart and a crotch started to
grind against his not so innocent anymore body.  "Can you feel that" Can
you feel it" That's what you do to me, sport.  Just being around you gives
me a hard-on and it has been so hard going without any this last week, but
a promise is a promise, and I promised you.  But now that week is over and
I can't wait anymore and it's going inside and it's going inside here."
	"No, Reuben," in something that was barely audible as a whisper.
'someone will catch us."
	"No one's going to catch us, and it is happening, kiddo."  The
hands dragged themselves away from the pert nipples below the shirt and
came back down only to thrust back up again, taking the dark blue shirt
with them, exposing the little hardbody underneath.  Reuben's teeth went to
work on the little pink nodes, pushing the side of his hand into Blake's
mouth as he did so, stopping him from making noise and giving him something
to bite down on for the pain.
	Reuben's passion was uncontainable and for Blake that meant the
trousers and boxers below soon met his new boots intimately, and his crotch
sported a freshly shaved head, that had wrapped itself around a little pink
member and was sucking.  This time Blake put his own fist in his mouth to
stop from crying out in a mix of agony and ecstasy as Reuben brutally
assaulted his dick, taking him and it to varying levels of pleasure.
Reuben's hands, never ones for being idle, wear tearing at his own trousers
now, but in a dignified and careful way, as he hadn't even paid for the
suit yet.
	Releasing the captive from his mouth, he spun Blake around, pushing
him face up and dick up, against the mirror.  He scrambled for his wallet,
that was still contained in trousers he"d come out in, and finding it,
withdrew and sachet of lube, that quickly found its way onto his dick and
the crack between Blake's cheeks.  This was going to be hard and fast and
not really that romantic, but it ached of desire and passion as well as
need.  "Hold the jacket and shirt up out of the way, high up."  Came the
order from Reuben through clenched teeth as he waggled himself between the
flesh of Blake's butt getting ready to push in, once Blake had done what he
was told.
	"Please don't hurt me Reuben," came a little voice, whose face was
now mashed up against the mirror.
	"I won't baby, but you need to stay with me, and ride the waves."
With the voice in his ear, came the hot fetid breath of the older boy, who
was already starting to pant with excitement, as he slipped one hand up
around Blake's neck, under his chin and then over his mouth, making sure it
was airtight.  The other gripped the erection that he's encouraged with his
mouth and as he started to whack Blake off, his dick made its grand
entrance known to the boy.  His back arched and he went up onto tip toes as
the muscle pushed its way inside, rubbing roughly against the prison wall,
making the bars inside retreat as the head pushed deeper inside.
	"You can take it baby, you can take it."  Not actually wanting an
answer, Reuben started to pound the small butt that was hanging off of his
dick, keeping his hands in place, rubbing his balls against the hairless
smooth ass.  There had been pain, like normal and though it stayed with
him, it only peaked when Reuben forced all seven inches inside him, filling
him in and stretching him out at the same time.  While trying not to
concentrate on that, Blake listened to the grunts that poured out of
Reuben, in whisper form, instead.  The hand around his own cock was
savagely rubbing him up and down, the excesses of the lube assisting with
their job.
	There came a knock on the cubicle door, but Reuben didn't stop the
pace or break his stride off as he answered.  "Hello?"  The hand over
Blake's mouth, clamped so hard, he struggled to breathe for a moment,
before taking air in through his nose.
	"Is everything okay, Mr Knight?" Alfred's voice pervaded their
fucking, but Reuben had no interest in being detracted.
	"Yes" everything is fine" I'm just slipping into something I quite
like at the moment, and by cousin quite likes what's in" I mean what he's
in, don't you?"
	The hand released itself for the briefest of times and Blake tried
to keep his voice as steady as he could, as his whole body was jarred up
against the mirror and stirring were happening down below, "yes."
	"We'll be done" in a few minutes" and then I'll be out."
	"That is great Mr Knight.  I shall leave you too it."
	"Th" ank you," cutting himself off, as Blake started to go off in
his hand, the little body jerking spasmodically and not just from the
things being shoved up inside of him.  The hand had replaced itself so
there was no sound from the boy, but Reuben increased his rhythm,
mercilessly driving himself up inside.  Licking his fingers, Reuben
reattached the hand to Blake, but this time to his right nipple, kneading
and squeezing it.
      "Stay with me, kiddo, you can do it.  I am fucking loving this," his
eagerness to do Blake coming out in his stressed voice, putting more effort
into his actions.  "This is good," he told him, "This is really good,
you're doing so well, I'm nearly there."
      Blake was starting to have problems regulating his breathing, but
Reuben was lost in the moment and the boy's body.  The thin wall of Blake's
insides rubbing against his engorged member was sending electric shocks up
and down his muscled and toned body.  The feel of the expensive clothes
between them only heighten the ecstasy.  His hand abandoned the little
nipple that had been turned red from Reuben's ministrations and slid up to
the back of the boys head as he headed for the finish line. and within
minutes a strangled groan escaped from the bigger boy, as he emptied
himself up inside Blake, letting the boy feel all of him, especially the
best bit and climaxed.
	Carefully, he removed himself from Blake, making sure not to get
anything on the clothes and using Blake's old shirt, he wiped himself and
his young lover off.  As the hand was lifted, Blake bent over double to get
more air inside his lungs, acting as if he"d been winded.  Putting himself
away, doing up his trousers, He pulled the boy to him, gently moving him up
against the mirror, and inviting the boy into his mouth.  Tongue met tongue
and Reuben breathed life into his little prince.  "That was emotional,
kiddo."
	"It hurt Reuben, why were you so rough?"
	"It only hurt up here," tapping Blake's temple.  "In there you can
easily deal with it.  I told you it needed to be quick and quiet, and you
certainly enjoyed it, I can still taste you," putting a finger back in his
mouth and sucking on it.  Blake didn't say anymore on the subject, just
gave a guarded smile and pulled up his boxers and trousers, redressing
himself.  Reuben threw his jacket on and making sure his companion was
smartly presented they left the booth, carrying their booty.
	Re-entering the shop floor, they found Alfred stood behind the
counter.  "You can ring up those as well, we'll take the lot, and they
certainly were worth trying out back there."  Blake covered his mouth to
stifle a giggle as Reuben winked at him.  "You know what, sport, there's
something still missing from your new look."
	"What?"
	"We need shades."
	"It's the middle of November."
	"And" People don't wear shades to stop the sun getting in their
eyes" well some do" but shades are a status thing."  After trying out, D&G,
Diesel and Versace on the boy, Reuben opted for a pair of Police, with dark
blue tinted lens and a black designer surround.  Reuben himself went with a
pair of Giorgio Armani 340s.  'throw these in as well please, Alfred."
	"With pleasure, Mr Knight."  Within five minutes, Reuben had blown
another couple of grand and has having an epiphany as the two of them
headed back to the limo, with a shop assistant following with their bags.
	"You know what, kiddo," a head shook.  "I think I'm in the mood for
a Chinese and a chav now."  Blake looked puzzled but said nothing.
Flicking out his phone, he hit the speed dial and waited for Melissa to
answer.  When she came on the line, he told her what he wanted.  "Change of
plans, we're staying in town for the night?"