Date: Thu, 15 Jun 2023 15:12:00 +0700 From: Andrew Passey Subject: Shipperton Rules Part Two (Young Friends) The next morning Nick woke early and just lay in his bed staring at the ceiling. His mind was frazzled and so he did what he often liked to do when that was the case. He got his notebook and pen and began to write. He'd kept a diary of sorts over the years but as he fancied himself a bit of an amateur historian most of his entries read more like an informal historical opinion piece. Once he'd finished writing he read back his handiwork and realised this was no exception: "Shipperton is a strange place. A nice place but a strange one. Ignoring all the weird sex lottery side of things, it also has its own anachronisms that make it fairly unique. I'm not totally sure about all of its history but it's been around a long time. A rich businessman back in Victorian times bought lots of land and then even more land on top of that. A village was built to help provide housing for his workers and it grew from there. Eventually he became Lord Shipperton and used his political muscle to buy even more land and push through things he wanted such as making the only road in and out of the village a private one. Very much his own personal fiefdom. Since then it's expanded and has a great school with a sports complex attached, a subsidised independent supermarket, pubs, restaurants, even its own small cinema. The private road though has remained and so it can feel cut off from the rest of the world. With its historical town centre where the river meanders under a picturesque bridge, it would be a magnet for tourists but the private road ensures that isn't the case. You can't buy houses here. In fact you can't just rock up and move in. You usually have to either be invited or need to apply. Even at that early stage there are lots of forms to fill in, confidentiality ones with crippling penalties if you break the clauses. Shipperton values privacy and now I understood exactly why. I could just imagine the tabloids having a field day about "Perverted town owned by Labour Lord" etc etc Still despite all the crap that was coming my way it was a nice place to live. Being cut off from things was actually nice after what we'd been through previously. Moving from place to place, sofa surfing, struggling to make ends meet. My Dad was a proud man who went off the rails when Mum died and I unfortunately paid the consequences. It had felt like I'd lost both parents. Jeremy Shipperton had been his best friend at University and he'd tried to help, inviting us to move here for a while but Dad always said no. Then when he hit rock bottom he realised there was nowhere else and so we ended up here. I thought it was amazing, almost like paradise. Of course I had no idea then of the price that you had to pay to live here. Though obviously most people didn't mind as generations of the same familiies were here and clearly they hadn't moved out due to the weird fucking rules. Literally fucking rules now I come to think about it. I guess it gave people like us a second chance, well Dad really. The days when we barely had any food to eat had seemed long gone. We'd been stuck in a system that didn't really seem to care about families like us. At times it felt like it was set up to punish us. Yes Dad had fucked up. Yes he missed appointments and it led to them cutting our money off. But he was grieving and it seemed like there was no allowance made for that. Thank fuck Jeremy had got involved and got us out of the hole Dad had dug for us. Suddenly our life had changed dramatically. An actual nice house where I had my own room. Always enough food to eat. Support for Dad to deal with some of the issues. I'd made actual friends who seemed to like me for who I was. Jeremy had really taken us both into his and his family's life. His wife Michelle had mothered me at times and provided that maternal figure I needed. She'd had a tough life growing up in Hong Kong and so she knew what it was like to have the additional worries and grief I had growing up. Their son Ken hit it off with me instantly and we became the best of friends. Ken knew he had a privileged position. He'd eventually inherit all the Shipperton fortune but he never let it go to his head. He was just one of us. I guess you could say that Ken was a good looking boy, the mix of his Mum's Hong Kong roots with his Dad's one seemed to give him the best of both worlds. The girls all thought he was cute but while he would smile his cheeky smile at them it never seemed to go any further. I guess maybe he already knew about the Shipperton rules. After all you had to be very careful getting involved with girls given the situation here. With his Dad being in charge of the town I guess it was just a non-starter for him to even be seen to be pushing the boundaries of the rules. So that's Shipperton and my life here. At least it was until yesterday's bombshell. Now I have a major decision to make and one I have no idea if I even can make that decision. I used to think that Shipperton ruled but now I realise my life depends on Shipperton Rules" Nick smiled to himself as he read that last line back. A nice play on words he thought. However it was also true. There was nothing for it, he needed to talk to someone closer to his own age to get some perspective. He decided to head over and see if Ken was around... Nick wasn't the only boy struggling with the news he'd received. All across the town boys were waking up in various stages of panic although there were a very small few seeing the potential for opportunity. Christian Palmer was one of those boys. His brain was already ticking over. He'd woken early and had his head firmly lodged in the Shipperton Representative Rulebook reading as much of it as he could. This was the key to everything he decided. It was the official book that had all the many rules and regulations that would affect him and the other boys his age over the next few years. His Dad had given him a copy when he'd told him all about it yesterday and told him to read up on the rules and regulations. "Christian, I can't stop you being chosen but this will help you know what to expect if so and you'll want to make sure you're well armed if you are," he'd been told. Christian had scoffed at that. If he got chosen he'd just scare off his cohort so they never used him. He knew they were scared of him, he was bigger than almost everyone in the year and he wasn't afraid to use his size to intimidate. So he wasn't worried that he'd be picked. If he was well he'd get a payday in a few years time for no effort whatsoever. He was glad of the rule book though, he had eyes set on something more ambitious than his Dad just wanting him to know what the rules are. Christian was looking for loopholes, for leverage and hopefully the key to getting what he wanted - his hard dick lodged up Nick Hurley's tight arse as often as possible. Christian knew he was an arsehole and a bully. Part of him, a small part admittedly, hated that he was. He sometimes felt it was an act of rebellion against his parents who he knew would disapprove. At times he felt like he barely had a choice, he either had to fight against the urge to be bad or he had to fully embrace them. He'd decided the latter was easier and had its own benefits. Who wanted to be nice? That was what weak boys did. Boys like Nick and his friends as well as his other targets like Toby. Christian knew how to make them fear him and how to make them do what he wanted. The whole Shipperton rule book was just another potential opportunity for his pleasure and their pain. He made sure he read everything he could in the rule book. He wanted to know how far things could be pushed before it would be deemed abuse. He'd already wanked off that morning thinking of Nick sobbing and begging him to stop as he pounded his hole as hard as he could. Christian knew that the odds were against Nick being chosen and he being in his cohort even if he was, however he'd discovered something in the rules that might help lower those odds. He wished he could discuss it with his Dad but he knew he'd definitely not approve. So it was on him to work out a plan on how to play if things turned out the way he hoped. He put the book on his bedside table and headed downstairs for breakfast, the ghost of a plan was already starting to form. Of course it needed a lot of things to go his way on the day but he felt well armed just like his Dad had said. He considered discussing it with Paul but decided it was best to keep it to himself. Christian was Paul's best friend but Paul was someone Christian liked to manipulate. He was a useful ally in his bullying of other students as Paul was as big as Christian was. Christian though saw Paul like he saw everyone, somebody to be used to improve Christian's life, no more, no less. Of course he'd never let Paul know that. He treated him like he was his best friend, he wanted Paul to feel like Christian had his back when in reality Paul would be tossed aside if it was to his benefit. Still, Paul might be useful in his plan, he thought, particularly if he didn't know anything about it. Christian didn't think much of Paul's intellect, mind you he didn't think much of anyone else's. He was pretty clear he was the cleverest person in the room wherever he was and he intended to use all his skills to make that tight looking arse of Nick Hurley's his. He knew there would need to be a lot of luck involved, but he was prepared. If things did go his way then he knew exactly what he needed to do. Nick wouldn't stand a chance.