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   The Night Counselor

   Part 2: Sexy Psycho

   It had been one week since Brad's first solo night at the Auteur home,
the night his little princess Derrick rode his cock with that perfect
bubble butt.  He had worked four subsequent nights, all of which were spent
in bliss with his little darling.  Not many people would understand what
they had, in fact if Derrick so chose Brad would go away for a very long
time, but the two of them were not just engaging in meaningless sex.  Brad
and Derrick were actually making love and developing deep feelings for one
another.  Brad felt stronger for his little princess than any other sexual
partner and enjoyed the feeling of Derrick's tiny tongue in his mouth
almost as much as the feeling of being inside his tight boy-pussy.  Brad
pulled into the gravel parking lot anticipating another night of passion.
Trying not to appear too eager, he made small talk with the other night
crew coming into work.  All his hopes shattered when he walked onto the
dorm floor.  Frankie was still up.

   Frankie was the poster child for a place like Auteur, a psychotic
deviant who would probably go on to be a serial rapist, if not a serial
killer.  A 9 year-old redhead that was skinny and short for his age,
Frankie would have been too much for even a prison guard to handle had he
not been so heavily medicated.  Even with the meds, Frankie could still be
a terror.  His file told the story of the severe abuse that his father put
him through.  Frankie was born addicted to crack, his father had been
fucking him almost since day one, and he would often have three-ways with
him and meth addicted hookers.  His father also gave him his most striking
feature, his permanent erection.  One night when Frankie was 6, in a
drunken rage his father bent his little cock and the ER doctor had to
surgically straighten it.  Frankie drew attention to his stiff two and a
half inches by always having his hand down his pants stroking it, and by
exposing himself to as many people as he could.  He also enjoyed pissing on
any staff member who got within range of him while his pants were down. 
Frankie was the only boy in the west dorm who had a room to himself.  Other
dorms gave kids private rooms as a reward for consistently good behavior,
but in Frankie's case it was because he couldn't be trusted to be alone
with another boy.  On the few occasions early in his stay when he had been
left alone with a roommate, he had either talked them into sucking his dick
or he tried to fuck them as they slept.

   Brad was devastated by the news that Frankie was wide awake and dismayed
by the evening crew abandoning him almost as soon as he got on the floor.
Nobody wanted to hang around that little monster any longer than they had
to, so they were practically at a sprint the moment they saw Brad's face.
Not only was he going to have to miss out on a few precious hours with his
sweet little princess, but he was going to have to spend the time
overseeing this psycho.

   The first few hours of the night went by fairly smooth.  Brad had let
Frankie watch some of the cartoon DVDs from the dorm's collection so he
managed to get his actual work done.  However, the night got interesting as
the bathroom wake-ups started.  Brad woke up the other kids, including wet
Nate, saving Princess for last as he knew he'd have to explain the
situation to his little lover.  When Brad woke Princess he could see the
excitement in his bright blue eyes, he hated what he had to do.  "Go take a
pee and come back in here," he told him.  Princess seemed a little
confused, since they always had sex in the main room, but did as he was
told.  Brad was sitting on the bed when he returned, he pulled back the
sheets for the boy.  "We can't spend any time together tonight sweetie,"
Brad whispered, "one of the other kids won't go to sleep, so I have to
watch him." "But Daddy," he whined, "we were sposed to have fun tonight."
"Don't worry baby, we'll spend some extra special time together tomorrow
night," Brad promised.  Princess whined a little more, but laid back down
after a few seconds of making out.

   When Brad returned to the main room, Frankie had stripped completely
nude and was standing in front of the TV playing with his little member. 
Brad was a little startled and first, he had seen Frankie naked before, but
never alone when he could really take in the sight of the boy.  Brad,
trying not to make the staring too obvious, looked him up and down. 
Frankie had pale white skin and pale-pink little nipples, a soft tummy and
an outie bellybutton.  He had a small ass that almost wasn't there and
skinny legs.  Brad would almost say he was sexy if he hadn't known him but
his cock, already at half-mast from kissing his princess, swelled to full
size.

   Frankie giggled as he noticed Brad looking at him.  "Put your pajamas
back on," Brad told him, trying to sound authoritative.  "Fuck you
asshole," the boy replied in a matter of fact tone, and he ran around to
the back side of the chairs.  "Put your pajamas on or I'll shut off the TV
and take you back to your room," Brad said walking towards him.  Frankie
quickly grabbed the remote from off the arm of the chair and ran giggling
from behind the chairs and out of the room.  Brad turned in time to see his
white ass disappear into his room.  Brad ran after him and came to the
doorway as Frankie was crawling under the bed.  The bed was in the corner
with the head and left side against a wall.  Brad dropped to his hands and
knees by the right side and peered underneath.  Frankie was laying in the
fetal position facing him.  "Give me the remote, Frankie," Brad said
sternly.  "You want it?  Come get it." Frankie then reached around and
began rubbing the remote in his ass.  He smiled and his eyes rolled back as
he pulled his knees closer to his chest and he pushed the remote harder
against his boy-hole.  As much as Brad was enjoying the show, he felt he
should do something.  With Frankie's eyes closed, he reached out and seized
the remote.  "Fucker!" Frankie yelled and he kicked at Brad's face.  He
barely grazed his nose as Brad jerked his head back.

   "Come out from there and get dressed," Brad commanded.

   "Lick my ass!"

   "Come out now!"

   "I said, lick my ass." he said in a calmer, playful tone.  He rolled
onto his back and pulled his knees up to his chest.  "Lick my ass and I'll
come out."

   Brad's sense told him not to, but he looked at the pink sphincter that
opened in front of his face and his throbbing cock took control over his
body.  He leaned forward and began runnng his tongue across Frankie's hole.
His opened anus clenched shut at each pass.  Brad slowly circled the rim
three times and plunged his tongue deep into the well used boy-hole. 
Frankie moaned as Brad tongue fucked him as hard and fast as he could. 
Frankie's right hand rapidly stroked his little shaft and his left clawed
the carpet.  Brad pulled Frankie's hand aside and took the boy's cock and
balls in his mouth.  He moved his tongue back and forth between the swollen
head and tiny balls that where tight against his body.  Brad jammed his
index and middle finger into the boy's ass, lubed from his spit, Frankie
moaned harder and harder as he was sucked and fingered.  Finally he gasped
as he had a dry orgasm in Brad's mouth.  Brad released his cock form his
mouth but as soon as he did, Frankie shot a golden stream of piss right in
Brad's face.  Frankie laughed an evil little giggle.

   "You like that, you little shit?", Brad asked.  He got up on his knees
and pulled out his 9 inch, rock hard dick.  "You wanna fuck around?  How
you like this?"

   Brad grabbed him by the thighs and slid him out from under the bed.  He
rammed his dick up the boy's ass and pumped as hard and fast as he could.
Frankie moaned and stroked his permanent hard-on in rhythm with the
ass-fucking.  Brad felt the spasms start so he pulled out of his hole and
shot hot cum onto the 9-year-old's face.  Frankie wiped up the cum with his
hands and started licking it off.  He offered a little to Brad, who sucked
some of his own cum off the boy's fingers.

   "That was fun," said Frankie as he got up, "we should have some fun
again sometime." He nonchalantly walked into the main room and got dressed.
To Brad's surprise, he calmly crawled into bed and went to sleep.

   "I guess all the little shit needed was a good fucking," Brad said to
himself.  Spent, he walked back into the main room to spend the remainder
of the night in front of the TV.

   The next morning went by without incident.  Brad was fairly certain
Frankie wouldn't tell anyone, and even if he did, no one would believe that
twisted little fuck anyway.  He enjoyed that night, but was hoping for the
medication to keep Frankie knocked out from here on out so he could spend
his time with Princess.  But in time, he would come to appreciate Frankie's
sick nature.