Chapter 19
Daddy?

Bryan's parents came to visit him just after lunch had been served and eaten. He was once again led through the gate, down the stairs, through one door, down a hallway and through yet another door. And there they were, waiting for him. Bryan had both missed seeing his parents and dreaded the moment where he'd have to face them. When the moment finally came to walk through the open door to the visit room they were in, he did so with a racing heart and a mind full of disturbing pictures of him being smacked by his mum and dad.

He dared not look up at their faces, feared to be able to tell that he had not only deeply disappointed but also hurt them. It caught him by surprise when his mother literally ran the few steps over to where he had stopped, just inside the room. He heard the click-clacks of her high heels as she approached him and felt when he was lifted from the ground into his mum's arms. This was no small feat for her, as she wasn't much taller than Bryan and certainly no weightlifter either.

He heard her voice as she spoke, but didn't hear what she said. It was a good thing she repeated the same words over and over again, as it wasn't until she had said them for the third time that Bryan picked them up.

"Oh, Bryan, my sweet boy," she said.

"Mum, you're really strong!" Bryan blurted out, which wasn't exactly what he had imagined himself saying as his first words to his mum in almost five days. But, it had been ages, or at least a couple of years, since the last time his mum had held him in her arms like this.

She put him back down on the floor and hugged him tight. Her face right next to his.

"You're squeezing me too tight," he had to object after a few seconds.

He feared if she kept it up, she'd make him push out the mixture of hand lotion and sperm, Charley had left inside of his bottom. There'd been no time for the boy to go to the loo after the fifteen year-old had squirted deep inside of him that morning just before lunch. They almost hadn't had time for cleaning up the sticky mess between his buttocks before they left Charley's room.

Someone had banged on the door and informed them of being late for lunch, while Charley still had his oversized teenaged cock deep inside Bryan. The three boys had hustled getting dressed and used Charley's comb to get their hair under control. Of course, everybody in the wing knew or at least had an idea of what had taken place inside Charley's room.

The sound of his bed banging against the wall rhythmically had clearly been heard by at least a couple of the other boys. Those who hadn't heard it themselves, had been told by those who had. No one said a word as the three boys appeared in the common room, but a snigger escaped from one of them. It was quickly subdued by a fierce jab of an elbow into the one responsible for the noise by his seatmate.

While sex did take place in the wing, it wasn't something to be talked loudly about or poked fun at either. The boys knew it wasn't just against the rules to have sex with one of their fellow inmates, it was illegal too. Still it was a sight for sore eyes, when the three boys walked into the common room trying their best to act inconspicuously. Bryan failed at it with the cute blush of redness spreading all over his head and down his neck. If one had paid close attention, they would've seen the small boy walking with a slight limp in his step.

What if she can smell the body lotion? Oh shit, or the sperm? Bryan worried as his mum hugged him close. He could smell both, could still taste the latter, even after eating his lunch that had been served with plenty of watered down lemonade due to it being a Saturday.

His mum even kissed him on his lips, just a slight peck and though she didn't say anything, Bryan thought she could somehow tell he had just had sex with two other boys. She had held his head, her palms against his cheeks, had forced him to lift it high enough for her to kiss him. She didn't let go, not until Bryan looked into her eyes. When she did let go, she stroked his hair, gently saying something about how much he needed a haircut.

Bryan thought it strange that she'd worry about the length of his hair, though it was getting a bit on the long side. But he was in prison! There were a lot of more important things to worry about rather than how to get a haircut now. He did add it to the to-do list he kept inside his pretty little head. He could ask Charley how to get his hair cut, he'd surely know.

Bryan dared to cast a look at his dad, just a quick glance while he was being held by his mum. He could see his dad wasn't pleased with the situation, not at all. It was like when he'd come home with a report card with a B on it, maybe even a C! Bryan didn't know for certain, as he'd never scored a C on a test, but if he had, this would be the look on his dad's face. He couldn't quite figure out what it was his dad was thinking of him, but he surely couldn't be anything but purely, 100% disgusted.

"Daddy?" Bryan said in a quiet quivering voice. He hadn't called his father 'daddy' since he had been four, maybe once when he was five.

Doug looked at his son, his only son, his heir, his hope and joy. He saw his little boy, looking so frail being hugged by the woman he loved. When the police had called him on the phone, he at first thought it was someone pulling a prank on him. When he got the police constable's information, he hung up and called the reception at the police station, fully expecting the receptionist to tell him they had no one with that name working there. Instead he was put on hold while the receptionist transferred him to the constable, yet he still thought it had to be a mistake.

Especially when he listened to the constable's explanation for interrupting his business meeting. When he was finally convinced that it indeed was Bryan they had detained, he about fell over when he found out why. His little boy couldn't possibly have committed the crime they accused him of. Though Doug and Alice weren't active churchgoers, pretty much only attended the midnight mass on Christmas, they were firm believers of the Christian religion. And murder, that was as deadly a sin as it possibly could be.

The police simply had to have gotten it all wrong. The letter from Bryan, which they had received only yesterday, had been terribly confusing. Bryan admitted to be holding a pair of scissors, but why had he been at the park, when he should have been at the activities center? He had been there, at the center, unless the attending teacher had made a royal screw up and signed in the wrong kid. Doug thought it was high time for some answers.

"Bryan," he acknowledged his son.

So little he is, Doug thought, so little and frightened.

Doug sat down on one knee and held his arms out. He didn't have to wait long, maybe all of two seconds, before Bryan untangled himself from his mother's arms and flung himself into those of Doug's. He hugged Bryan tight, put a hand behind his head and held it there. The scent of his son's hair was familiar, yet different. He thought he could smell body lotion, but it had to be the shampoo his son had used to wash his hair with.

Bryan sat on his dad's knee and suddenly he burst into tears. He didn't foresee them coming, but once he had started, he couldn't stop crying. He felt a sudden feeling of being safe, held by his dad like that, lips touching the top of his head, gently and lovingly kissing him. Like they had used to, not so terribly long ago. Oh, how he had missed his parents. He could feel the warmth on his back when his mother joined them in three-way hug.

They sat like that, saying nothing, just hugged for quite a while. Bryan silently prayed to God, asking him to freeze everything, to make his parents hug him to the end of time. Alas, God had other plans, for he did not stop time, instead Bryan could feel when first his mum let go of him, then his dad gently pushing him off his knee. Doug picked up Bryan, sat him on the worn sofa-bed, his mum on one side and Doug on the other.

Bryan knew the moment he dreaded so much had finally come. The moment where he had to explain how he had managed to get himself dragged off to prison. But to his surprise, neither of his parents asked him about what he had done. They seemed to be more interested in his well-being at the detention center. He told them that he had made friends with two boys that he played games with. He didn't say anything about the nature of the games, as he knew they'd disapprove. They simply wouldn't be able to understand.

All too soon the 45 minutes short visit was drawing to an end. Bryan tried to be brave for his mum, failed miserably at it as he wouldn't let go of her as she tried to leave. The guard left him locked inside the room while he showed Bryan's parents out. Bryan stood at the thick armored glass window and saw his parents leave through a smaller gate next to the large wire-mesh fence gate he had entered through. Wishing that he could leave with them, but knew it was impossible.

The guard returned with one of his colleagues, had Bryan undress and searched through his clothing. He didn't have to bend over this time, sparing him of the humiliation it would have been for two grown men to see his bruised anus. Now, with the short break from reality over, he could feel the pain, not only the pain in his heart, but certainly also the dull ache from the rather brutal bum fuck. When he had redressed, he was taken back to the wing, only to find himself alone there. The other kids had been let out into the yard early that day.

Bryan was suddenly overpowered by exhaustion as he went into his room and closed the door behind him. He let himself fell onto his bed and wept into his pillow until he fell asleep.

Chapter 20
Keeping promises

As he woke, he immediately found out that he wasn't alone anymore. Next to him on the bed was Davey. The slightly older and by far less intelligent boy was gently snoring into his ear. He was practically laying on top of Bryan, hugging him tight as if the younger boy was a favorite stuffed animal of his. It felt soothing rather than uncomfortable to Bryan, yet he had to pee and tried to untangle himself from the loose grip that Davey had him in.

"Oh, hi," Davey said in a tired voice, "Hope you don't mind I jumped into bed with you?"

Bryan shook his head.

"I just hafta pee, I'll come right back," he said.

Davey had fallen back to sleep when Bryan returned, deed done and fingers washed. He contemplated joining him, but Davey was laying on his stomach, limbs outstretched and taking up most of the narrow bed. Instead he sat down on his chair in front of the small desk. He picked up the pencil and began sketching a drawing of the sleeping boy. Just as he had finished it, Davey woke up and wiped his eyes with the back of his hands.

"Hi," Davey said, surprising the young artist.

Fortunately he had just removed the pencil from the paper, or he would've made a long jerky line where no jerky line was supposed to be.

"Hi, I've made a drawing of you," Bryan said, and shyly held it out to the older boy.

Davey leapt out of the bed and took the piece of paper from Bryan. He looked at the drawing then walked to the small mirror above Bryan's sink. He carefully examined the drawing, then looked in the mirror and back to the drawing. Finally, he turned to face Bryan.

"Hey, it really is me!" he exclaimed.

Bryan nodded happily, grateful that the older boy didn't think it was strange he had made a drawing of him while he was asleep.

Davey walked to where Bryan was sitting, bent down and kissed him on his lips. Really kissed him, not like his mum had previously pecked his lips, this was much more sensual.

"Can I keep it?" Davey asked after the prolonged kiss.

Bryan had thought he'd keep it for himself, as a way to remember his time at wing 3C, but when he saw how fond Davey was of the rather crude drawing, he simply nodded.

"But wait, I have to give you something in return for it and I don't have anything."

"No, it's okay," Bryan tried.

"It isn't okay. I got to give you something too."

Davey closed his eyes and appeared to be in deep thought for a bit, then he smiled and opened his eyes.

"I know! Lie on your bed and close your eyes."

Scarcely had Bryan closed his eyes before he felt Davey undoing his zipper, then the button in his trousers. He wanted to object, but his boyish curiosity told him not to. His trousers and underwear was yanked from his pelvis and pushed down his legs until they were bunched up around his ankles.

I'm still wearing my sneakers, I should have taken them off, Bryan thought to himself.

His thoughts were interrupted before he had a chance to really scold himself for wearing shoes to bed. His penis was suddenly engulfed by a warm, moist softness that he knew could only be from his friend's mouth.

Oh, no, not sex again! The little boy couldn't believe how horny his new friends were, always ready for it, always demanding it.

Bryan wasn't really interested in having sex right then, could still feel his bum ache from the pounding it had received before lunch. His penis, however, was easily convinced that it had been far too long since it had been played with. As it stiffened, Bryan surrendered to the nice feelings. Some ten minutes later, his penis was glistening from spit, a bit red around the rim of the foreskin, had already twice made Bryan curl his toes inside his sneakers while he was taken over the edge and back again. Still, it wouldn't soften and go back to its dormant state.

"Me thinks you broke it," Bryan said almost whiningly when he looked down at Davey gently stroking the two inches [5 cm] of unyielding flesh.

"Nah, it's just horny," Davey said while giggling.

"It's so hard, it's almost hurting me."

Davey tugged on it a couple of times, making Bryan think he hadn't heard him. When he let it go, Bryan's penis bounced up and down, almost as if it was demanding the older boy put his fingers back on it and continue to make it feel good.

"I know how to make it go down," Davey said and pulled down his own pants, freeing his five inch [12 cm] boner, "I'm gonna stick it in you."

Bryan's stiffy nearly went away just from the words alone. That's at least what Bryan wished it had done, as he didn't really want Davey sticking his dick into him. His bum was sore, yet his dick was stiff as a nail, almost stiffer than before Davey said that he'd fuck him. It couldn't be wanting Davey to fuck him?

That's stupid, my willy doesn't have a brain, it can't be wanting for things to happen, Bryan thought, yet it sure seemed that way.

He had to admit to himself that he had kind of liked being used by the two older kids, but didn't have time to reflect more upon his feelings as he felt Davey take hold of his ankles and lift his feet upwards and towards his head. He saw his trainers with the two Velcro fasteners on each shoe, hovering just above his nose.

"Hold'em there," Davey said as he climbed closer to Bryan's upturned bum, "you gotta do something too."

Bryan grabbed hold of his shins and pushed his shoulders back into the mattress to prevent himself from falling to either side. He had never been used in that position before, men and boys had always taken him from behind, usually with a tight grip around his narrow, bony hips. While Bryan wasn't the most athletic of boys, he was still able to lie like that somewhat comfortably.

"Your bums kind of messy so I'm not gonna lick it," Davey informed the younger boy before he drippled some spit onto Bryan's bum hole. He put spit on his bared dickhead too and shuffled up closer to Bryan. With his knees spread wide, he managed to get to where he could push his dick into Bryan with little effort. And that's exactly what he did, with a slight moan he pushed all the way inside of the little boy.

"Oh man, I can't say how nice this feels, Bryan."

Bryan couldn't have said the same but held his tongue.

He wished he hadn't said anything to that man, even if he had been way too eager to force his short but rather fat penis into Bryan's still quite tight bum hole. Bryan had always hated sucking the guy off, he always held onto his head and hammered his penis into his mouth. It made his upper lip hurt as it was mashed up between the man's pubic mound and his own teeth. But that was a minor discomfort compared to how his anus hurt while he had held onto the cold cistern of the toilet he was kneeling on.

The man's penis, short but fat, had another perk, one might say. It was super hard when erect, felt like steel encased by just a very thin layer of rubbery skin. Bryan had been unable to stay quiet when it had speared into him. He had shrieked loudly, for just a second, then had pleaded with the man, begged him to take his penis out of his bum, told him that he'd suck it really well for him, for the entire duration of the 15 minutes long hard fuck.

The man had been unable to squirt his sperm in him because of the pleading, thus he refused to pay the last £50 to Colt. Bryan could tell Colt was angry with him, though he didn't have time to do anything as the next man was already entering the room. As the rough customer left, he told the newcomer not to bother, that it wasn't worth paying for a little squealer that couldn't handle being fucked. The new customer fortunately for Bryan, was only interested in a blowjob. After he had fed Bryan his sperm, Colt told him it was time to go back home.

"I'm not giving you any money today, Bryan," Colt said as they walked.

"Why not?" the smaller boy asked, glumly.

"'Cuz you had to argue with that guy. You got to understand that whatever they want, you'll do it and you'll do it happily. Even if it hurts, you'll smile, not yell for them to take it out. Do you understand?" he said in a hushed but no less demanding voice.

"I tried, but it hurt so much!"

"I don't care. Of course it hurts, at least some, but that's why they pay you to do it."

"I don't want to do it with him again."

Bryan suddenly felt himself laying on his back on the concrete sidewalk with Colt glaring into his eyes only inches away. His head hurt from the impact against the hard surface.

"Don't, ever, say, that, again!" Colt said, angrier than ever.

Bryan started crying, but as usual, that only made things worse. Colt pulled him back up on his feet, made an offensive hand signal at an old lady who was shaking her head at the older boy.

"The hell you looking at, old timer? I'm only teaching my little bro that when he promises to do something, he has got to do it," he sneered at her.

The elderly lady hurriedly went on with her own business, but did turn her head a couple of times to make sure the teen wasn't following her.

Colt grabbed hold of Bryan's neck and marched him all the way back to Colt's house. Without taking off his shoes, nor allowing the younger boy to do so, he marched him right into his bedroom.

Colt pulled his chair from where it had sat in front of the computer into the center of his room. He sat down on it, only then letting go of Bryan's neck, but grabbed hold of his hips instead. In one mighty pull, he yanked the smaller boy's loaner-sweatpants all the way down to his ankles. As Bryan didn't wear underpants when they went to the public loos, it left him bare-arsed, but before the boy could even think of covering up his shriveled boy parts, his arms were forced into a tight hold behind his back.

He shrieked when the pain from his shoulders informed him that his arms were about to pop out of the sockets. It was a short lived shriek as Colt had anticipated the smaller boy would open his mouth and try to object in one way or another. He had spotted the young boy's underpants laying nicely folded on top of his school uniform and grabbed them just after depantsing him. He forced the underpants into Bryan's mouth, somewhat blocking the sounds escaping it, but not sufficiently.

Colt grabbed the first thing he saw, the tennis sock that he used to unload his sperm into just before going to sleep. This he put inside Bryan's mouth as well. He could still hear sounds from the half-naked boy standing in front of him, but now it had been lowered to a much more tolerable level. He pulled the boy closer, right in between his legs, there he turned him 90 degrees and lay him over his left leg. His right leg went over the younger boy's legs and locked them in place.

By pulling more on Bryan's arms, he forced him to lay with his bum raised high and his head almost touching the floor beneath him. Colt raised his right arm high, as high as he could and sent it flying back towards Bryan's unprotected pale buttocks. His palm slammed into the right side buttock, left a reddening imprint of his hand on it as he pulled his arm back for another smack.

Bryan thought he was about to die, his bum was hurting so much he wanted to, no had to, scream out from the top of his lungs. But he already had trouble breathing due to the clothing in his mouth that was effectively gagging him. He desperately wanted to move his hands down to his rear to rub the pain out of it, but when he tried to do that, Colt only forced them higher up on his back, making him hurt even more. He tried to imagine he was running, that he was a free, young boy, just running and being happy.

The loud resounding smack that informed Bryan of Colt's hand connecting with his left side buttock snapped him back to reality, or maybe it was the almost instantaneously pain from the impact that brought him back. He never found out which of the two it was before yet another loud smack told him that he had once again been hit by Colt. Just in case he couldn't feel it, which unfortunately he sure could.

Colt continued to alternate the smacks between one buttock, then the other for a much longer time than really necessary for Bryan to understand that he had to do what he was told. Only when the pain from his own palm managed to overshadow his angriness, did Colt stop smacking the nine year-old. Even if his hand hurt, his prick was very much alive between his legs. The squirming boy in his lap had made him horny and the feeling of being able to do anything to the small boy only increased his horniness.

He stood from the chair and sent Bryan flying onto his bed. The lithe boy had scarcely bounced back from the impact with the spring mattress before he could feel Colt on top of him. The older, larger and so much stronger boy held him down with one hand on his neck while the other guided the stiff prick over one buttock then into the valley between them. The pain in his buttocks weren't sufficient to squelch out the pain he felt from his bum hole as the stiff prick was forced inside of him.

Colt hadn't taken the time to put any form of lubrication on neither prick nor hole, yet he relentlessly stabbed at and then into the younger boy's arse hole. When he couldn't push more of his dick into the hole, he pulled it almost completely out and rammed it back in to the hilt. After just sixteen strokes in and out of the crying boy he pulled out and squirted his sperm onto Bryan's very red, nearly purple buttocks.

"I'm going to take a shower. Put your clothes on and go home, I'll see you tomorrow, little dude," Colt said as he left his room.

Chapter 21
Wailing sirens

Bryan's quick flash back was interrupted as he felt an impact, not from a hand slapping his bum, but from Davey's dick hitting that spot inside his bum. It felt nice, no better than nice, way better. He felt something wet hit his stomach just below his rib cage.

"Did you squirt?" Davey asked surprised and put a finger into the wetness then into his mouth.

"Oh, it's just wee," he said and resumed, more gently, the back and forth motion that made his dickhead nudge against Bryan's prostate.

The first thrust had been so hard, it had put a strain on the younger boy's bladder, forcing a little of his pee out. Bryan was feeling much too nice to be embarrassed of peeing on himself. The way the older boy's dick kept hitting his happy spot inside his bum was making it much too hard to think about anything else. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the feelings from his bum. His sphincter was still complaining about having something seesawing in and out of it, but not nearly as much as it had been.

Bryan was listening to Davey's low-pitched moans of satisfaction, the slight creaking from the bed below him, the sounds of gentle love making when he felt Davey shift around above him. When he opened his eyes he could see Davey's head push itself between his feet, getting closer to him. He smiled back at the soon-to-be fourteen year-old and opened his mouth just a bit to accept the kiss he knew was coming. While it put more strain on his back, it wasn't enough to make him hurt.

Davey wrapped his arms around the smaller boy he was fucking, hugged him and sought out his mouth with his own. They locked lips and shared a long, open mouthed kiss, ever so gently touching tongues.

Both boys would have wanted that moment to last, if not forever, then for much longer than it did. Davey was by no means an experienced lover, at least not when it came to being the active one and could only make it last for so long. He shot a few drops of sperm inside Bryan as he moaned into his mouth. After his orgasm, he let his dick sit idly deep inside the younger boy as they continued to kiss. When it started to deflate, Bryan's bum ejected it, to both boys' disappointment.

Davey was too spent to get back up from Bryan who in turn had wrapped his smaller arms around Davey's neck, not about to let him go. Neither said what both of them felt right in that moment, neither one of them able to express the words to describe their feelings for each other. Maybe it would have changed their future, if they had been able to just say they loved each other.

They couldn't stay in that position forever though, Bryan's back and thighs were protesting loud enough now for him to keep ignoring them. Gently he pushed at Davey, who sighed and awkwardly got off of the smaller boy. He smiled bashfully at the younger kid, felt strangely connected to him, suddenly wanted to protect him from anything bad that could ever happen to him. He couldn't quite understand it, he had never felt anything remotely like that before, certainly not while he had been Charley's chicken.

Bryan was perplexed too, not only had the sex been tolerable, it had felt nice, especially just at the end where he felt like he really had to pee for real, would've surely done so if Davey had fucked him for just a few seconds longer. And the gentle kissing, oh, that was something out of this world.

"Darn, we missed yard time!" Davey informed Bryan as he heard voices from outside seeping in through the open window.

Both boys stood up on the single chair to look out the window.

"And they're playing table tennis, the one thing I'm actually good at too!"

Bryan was more interested in taking in the sight of all the kids out there. Some were playing football (soccer), others were running or simply walking around the edges of the field. Some played table tennis, or ping-pong, while some just sat or stood around and talked. There had to be at least sixty kids out there and five or six guards, easily identified by their uniforms, if not by their age.

"See, there's Charley!" Davey pointed him out for Bryan.

"Oh, he sure can run fast," the younger boy said.

"Yeah, and long. He's one of the fastest kids here," Davey said with a certain level of pride to his voice.

"I gotta go pee," Bryan said after they had been watching the kids in the yard for a couple of minutes.

"Just pee in the sink, all of us do it."

Bryan had peed in his sink, but now, with the loo just across the hallway, he wouldn't do that. Besides, Davey was there in his room. Though he and Colt had peed together many times, countless times, Bryan was kind of pee shy, especially in front of people he didn't know well. And, peeing in a sink, well, that wasn't something you did, unless you had no options. And as he was already dressed, there was no excuse for not walking the extra 20 meters [60 feet].

As he left his room and closed the door behind him, he thought he saw someone moving down the corridor. But when he looked there, he saw no one. Neither could he hear anyone or anything. He shrugged his shoulders and went into the first and best cubicle and locked the door behind him. As he pulled the front of his slacks down and almost let loose, he remember what Davey had said about his bum being messy.

It sure can't be any better now, he thought and opted to sit instead.

He tried to expel the mixture of lotion, spit, sperm and only God knows what else he had inside of him and nothing happened. So he strained harder, longer, held his breath as the muscles in his abdomen firmed up. When still nothing happened, he grabbed the underside of his thighs, took a deep breath of air and really bore down. His face turned red as he really pushed down. And finally he was rewarded for his effort.

It wasn't until about ten minutes later that he left the toilet cubicle, his bum mostly emptied and now squeaky clean, at least on the outside and as far in as he could reach with his index finger. He felt somewhat refreshed as he went across the hallway and opened the door to his room, only to let out a shrilly scream that could be heard all the way out in the yard over the noises of sixty kids playing, talking and whatever it was they all did.

He filled his lungs with air again before letting out another loud wail, only stopping when he was run down by a guard entering his room. The guard took a quick look, then pulled out his radio and hit a button on it. Suddenly sirens blared throughout the center.

Chapter 22
Kill until death?

"I'm gonna fucking kill him," Charley swore again, "I'm so fucking going to fucking kill him until he's so fucking dead he won't be able to fucking hurt anyone else for the fucking rest of his fucking life."

Bryan might've wanted to correct the older boy, if he had been paying any attention to the words coming out of his mouth. He wasn't. All he heard was the older boy's voice, not the actual words he said. Even if he had heard what he said and had wanted to say anything, he couldn't have done so. He had screamed so hard that his throat was sore and his voice gone. When the nurse had forced a pill into his mouth he had just swallowed it even before she made him drink the cup of water.

His head was swimming, yet he was strangely relaxed. He didn't know the pill was an Oxazepam, related to Valium, but much more powerful. He knew what he had seen, but it didn't seem so important now, actually nothing seemed important right then. The small boy fell asleep in the arms of his fifteen years old self-proclaimed protector.

Charley hadn't seen Davey. When the alarm had gone off seconds after the scream that many of the older kids in the yard had hooted at and loudly wondered if one of the girls from the other section of the center had managed to get into the boys' section. He hadn't thought much of it, though it certainly wasn't everyday practice for someone to be screaming and everybody herded back to their wings. It was only when he noticed a very pale looking Bryan that he started to worry.

Charley had to use every trick in the book to have Bryan locked up with him in his room, until the guards could get their heads out of their arses and sort things out. He had tried to comfort his chicken, no, the little boy, his little friend, but hadn't been able to. At last he got so frightened by the comatose state Bryan was in, he called for help. A guard had been by, then thirty long minutes followed before the nurse arrived. After she had spoken to a doctor by phone, she had given Bryan the pill that had finally gotten him to fall asleep, instead of just sitting there, staring without blinking.

While he had waited for the nurse, one guard had been in his room. It was he who told Charley of what had taken place while he had been out running since none of his mates had come out in the yard. He had held his tongue while the guard had been present, but now, when he was alone with Bryan again, he couldn't help but put words on his thoughts. Thinking out loud always made it easier for him to get his head straight.

If, and that was still a big if, the guards had gotten it right, Bryan had come back from the loo, opened his door to find Davey laying on his bed, pants down and blood pouring from his bum hole. At first the morons had actually thought Bryan had something to do with it. They had finally concluded that the small boy couldn't possibly have held the larger boy down and raped him so hard that Davey would end up bleeding from it.

Charley actually chuckled as he thought of the stupid idea. But only for a very small second. He focused on the only one who could have done it. There had only been three boys left in the wing, the other kids were all out in the yard. He had waited for as long as he could, but when neither of the two younger boys showed up, he thought they had been too busy fooling around to go outside. The last kid in the wing had been Adam.

But, Adam was confined to his own room, Charley thought, he couldn't have done it.

Unless… no, it can't be so, he continued thinking, but still, it's the only explanation, maybe one of the guards had taken pity on Adam and let him out of his room while the rest were outside. Maybe Adam had seen Bryan leave his room? But why would Adam go inside Bryan's room? To steal? Nobody had anything worth stealing. Maybe Adam had gone into Bryan's room, hoping to lure the small boy into having sex with him and found another victim in the room already?

Charley couldn't figure out why Adam had gone into Bryan's room, but it wasn't as important as to what he had done while he was in there.

"I fucking hope Davey will be fucking alright!" he exclaimed loudly, "If not, Adam will fucking pay for it!"

He happened to be looking down at Bryan's face while he said it and saw the little boy smile in his drug-induced sleep.

"That's right Bryan, I'll make him pay for it. I'll make sure that neither he nor anyone else for that matter will ever dare to so much as talk harshly to you or Davey again."

As Bryan's room was now considered a crime scene, the small boy couldn't be locked up in it for the night. The boy had been sleeping since 17:30, just before dinner and wasn't likely to wake up until the following morning. The guards had talked about moving him to the infirmary wing, some argued that it was where he should have been right from the start, but Charley convinced them to just let him sleep in Charley's room. He told them that if the little boy woke during the night, he'd find himself with a person he knew and trusted. That it would be less stressful to Bryan if he was there when and if he woke.

The nurse agreed to this, and though it was highly unorthodox for two boys to share one room overnight, so was the very presence of the small boy at the center. The guards finally agreed to it when the nurse said it was the best solution for Bryan. It was the lesser of evils anyway.

Davey on the other hand, had been taken straight to a hospital. The infirmary was only for kids who didn't really need to be hospitalized but needed some extra attention to get by. When the guard locked the two boys in, one sleeping heavily, the other wide awake, he told Charley that Davey would be alright.

"He's had to get a few stitches in his bum, but it looked much worse than it is," he said.

And what about the mental damage, you ignorant fuck? Charley thought, but didn't say.

That guard really was the lowest of all people.

Maybe he wanted to be a policeman but failed the test, so all he could become was an underpaid guard in a private jail for kids? Charley mused.

Yet as the door was closed and locked, Charley's thoughts returned to what he'd do to Adam. If he ever saw him again. Surely, they couldn't keep him and Davey in the same wing, maybe not even the same prison, not after what he'd done.

For the first night in years, Charley finally fell asleep without emptying his heavy balls in one way or another. Even when his dick reacted to the warmth from the small boy he was sharing his bed with, he just thought it wouldn't be right to fuck him. Not because Bryan was sleeping, maybe even unconscious, as he had agreed to letting Charley fuck him whenever the older boy felt the need. But because Davey was in the hospital.

He woke up with a start when he felt Bryan move. The small boy still looked kind of out of it to Charley, but Bryan got out of the bed, picked up the chair, placed it in front of the sink and climbed on top of it. Kneeling there, he fished out his small penis and peed into Charley's sink. Charley had often peed into that sink himself, but never had he heard of anyone peeing into someone else's sink, ever!

Charley looked at his alarm clock, the red digits told him it was only a few minutes to six, way too early to get up, even on a weekday. And today was Sunday, the only day of the week where they could sleep in until eight. He looked back at the younger boy as he heard him finish peeing and turned on the water. He let it run for a bit, then turned it off and climbed back down from the chair. He looked a bit unsteady on his feet but managed to return to bed.

He slid in under the duvet, pressed himself firmly back up against Charley and promptly fell back to sleep. Charley said nothing, just put his arm over his little bedmate and went back to sleep himself. Neither boy woke when the guard, two hours later, unlocked the door and peeked in to see they were still alive. The guard stood there, until he was sure both boys were breathing, then he quietly closed the door behind him as he left them.

They slept right through breakfast, only woke when the nurse came in to check on Bryan. He was still shocked, but quietly, in a very hoarse voice, answered the questions she asked him. He used single words to answer when he could and only said very short sentences when he absolutely had to.

"Mind him well, now," the nurse told Charley as she patted Bryan's knee and left them.

"You okay, Bryan?"

"No, not really."

"Want to go back to sleep?"

"No."

Bryan was sitting on Charley's bed while the older boy lay behind him.

"Come here," the older boy beckoned, then gently pulled Bryan back to lean up against him, "Davey is going to be okay."

"Sure he is!" Bryan said with no lack of contempt in his tone of voice.

"No, I mean it, he's in the hospital now. He'll be back soon, I promise."

"Really?"

"Yes, I wouldn't lie to you about something like that."

"I thought he was dead."

"No, he got hurt, but he's still alive."

"Who?"

"Who hurt him?"

Bryan nodded.

"I think it was Adam. He's the only one who could have done it."

"Prick!" Bryan stated.

"Arse!" Charley agreed.

"What will you do?"

"I'll kill him."

"No."

"No?"

"If you kill him, you'll have to stay here like forever."

"I don't care. He hurt Davey. My chicken, well ex-chicken, but still my friend."

"You can't kill him. You don't even know if it was him."

"Davey will tell me who did it. Then I will kill him."

"Davey?"

"No, you little fool," Charley said lovingly and continued in a firmer voice, "the one who raped him."

"Oh. Still, don't kill anyone. I don't want anything to happen to you as well."

"I'm not afraid and you shouldn't be either."

"But…"

"Naw, Bryan, hush and get back in bed, I feel like sleeping for a bit longer."

Bryan did as he was told. Not because he was afraid he'd get punished if he didn't, but because he wanted to.

Chapter 23
To go

The wing was very quiet when the two boys finally got out of bed and made their way towards the common room for lunch. Had it not been for their hunger, they wouldn't have left the warm bed. Only two boys sat there eating, but not together and both ignored them when they walked into the common room. Charley and Bryan got their food as well as the lemonade and sat down next to each other. They ate in silence, even the guard said nothing.

They went to the loo after eating and after they had both done what they had to, they left the toilets at the same time. Bryan stopped in mid step as he exited the toilet and saw the note on the door to his room:

1 down!
1 two go!

Charley quickly read the note too, then walked over to it and yanked it off the door. He crumbled the piece of paper into a small compressed ball as he walked back to Bryan.

"Don't worry about that stupid note," Charley said when they were back inside his room.

"But, I'm next! Davey's down, in the hospital, I'll get raped too!"

"Don't say that. Yes, Davey was raped, but you weren't, and you're not going to be. I'll keep you safe. From now on you won't go anywhere without me. Even if it's just to the loo and back. Besides, who cares about someone who can't even spell the word 'to' right?"

"I do!"

"Well don't. I'll keep you safe, I promise!"

"You just say that so you can stick your horse dick in me!" Bryan managed to say before he burst into tears.

"What? Hey, that's not fair."

"Why not?" Bryan hiccupped.

"It isn't what I…" Charley tried to say, but was interrupted.

"Yes it is!" Bryan said angrily, "Here, just do it, I know you want to."

He turned his back to the older boy and pulled his slacks down along with his underwear before he bent over.

It took Charley a few seconds to work out what he should do. While Bryan was sort of right about him wanting to screw the little boy, it wasn't all he wanted to do. His dick didn't even react to the sight of the little arse on display in front of him, mostly because the owner of it was crying and trembling with fear.

"Don't be daft, Bryan," Charley said quietly as he picked up the smaller boy and sat down on his bed with the boy on his lap, "I don't think of you as something I can just stick my prick into and get off in."

"You said you wanted to fuck me and you'd protect me. I need your protection now, more than ever, so put it in me and then do what you said you were going to!"

"Bryan, stop it please."

"NO, do it!"

"Listen, I will protect you, but I'm not putting anything in you right now."

"Why?"

"Because I'm not like Adam. I don't fuck someone and leave him to bleed all over, maybe die from it."

"But…?"

"No, I'm not going to fuck you or anyone else who really don't want me to."

"I do want it."

"Maybe you do, maybe you're just saying what you think I want to hear."

"No, I'm not."

"Well, I'm not going to fuck you now, simply because I can't."

"What? Why?"

"Here," Charley said and gently brought one of Bryan's hands down to rest on his flaccid dick, "It's no good right now."

"I can get it hard, I used to do it all the time for those who…" Bryan blurted out before stopping himself.

"Those who…?"

"Never mind," Bryan said in a timid voice, "forget it."

"Is that why you're in here?"

"No!"

"Okay. Sorry."

They sat quietly for a time, Bryan still with his hand on top of Charley's dick. Charley prayed it would stay soft, so the younger boy wouldn't take it as a signal for him wanting a fuck. Yes, he still wanted to fuck Bryan, just not right then, not so shortly after Davey had been raped. Maybe when Davey had returned, when he'd gotten better and Adam had been dealt with. But surely, not before.

"I could make it hard, you know?"

"I know, but there's no need for it."

"Okay."

Another minute passed.

"Are you su…?" Bryan started.

"Positive. Let's play something instead. There are some board games in the common room, we'll get one and bring it back here."

The rape was reported to the police of course, but there had been no witnesses to the vile act. The forensics team were unable to secure any usable DNA evidence and Davey, the victim, flat out refused to talk to the police. Unlike what Charley had concluded, Adam had in fact been locked inside his room, which made it impossible for him to rape Davey. Even if he indeed had wished to do so, if for nothing else only to get back at Charley.

Davey returned to the wing, walking, but with a rather distinct limp to his step. At first, he refused to talk to Charley about what had happened, wouldn't even talk to Bryan about it. All he did was apologize to the smaller boy for having to find him like that, as if he was the one to blame.

When the forensics team had finished conducting their business in Bryan's room, it was thoroughly cleaned. Not only was the mattress replaced with a new, much more comfortable one, but also the old frame had been replaced. Bryan firmly refused moving back to his room until it had been done, even when the guards told him they'd just move him back to the solitary wing if he kept resisting. Even the nice lady guard came to speak with him, but all for nothing.

When Bryan started talking about getting in touch with his attorney, things started to happen. All the kids in the wing were confined to their rooms while a cleaning crew went into Bryan's room, dressed up as if they were expecting to find aliens inside it but likely because blood was considered a biohazard. Not that there was much blood in there, most of it had been caught by the duvet and blanket, but still, they did a very thorough job. They even scrubbed the ceiling and walls, which didn't improve on the peeling paint at all.

At least, it looked somewhat different to Bryan when he slowly walked into his room for the first time since he had discovered Davey laying on his bed. When he closed his eyes, he could still bring back the terrifying image, it would forever stay in his memory, not unlike the image of the small boy he allegedly had killed. He was pretty sure he hadn't killed him, but if he looked at it objectively, or as objectively as one can, he knew it looked really bad. That was also what Dan, his attorney, had told him the second time he came to visit.

Chapter 24
Five year-old girl

"I'm so happy you're safe," Bryan's mum told him when she and his dad came to see him the first Saturday after Davey had been raped, "Are you sure you're alright?"

"I'm fine, mum."

"It's a downright scandal that something like that can happen in a prison," Doug said quietly, shaking his head.

If only you knew what else takes place here, then you wouldn't be so upset, Bryan thought but said nothing.

"I've brought you some clothes, you look like you've living in the street dressed like that," Alice told him.

"As long as it's only jeans and tee shirts, it's okay mum."

"No son of mine is going to wear jeans or tee shirts, you're not a hillbilly. It's one thing that they…"

"Don't start that again, please!" Doug interrupted, "You might as well prepare for your son having to be in prison for a long time to come."

Bryan stopped listening to his parents, he'd experienced them argue many times before and this was no different than the other times. He paid attention again when his dad finally asked him about the schooling available in the center.

"It's only for a couple of hours three days a week and its dead simple. The other kids here are so stupid I think they never went to school before."

"I'll see if I can arrange something with St. Matthews, maybe they can help arrange for a tutor or self-study perhaps. I will not allow you to fall behind simply because you're in prison. One day you'll be released and you'll need to be right up to speed."

"Right, as if my level of education will ever matter. With a criminal record nobody will employ me!"

"That's exactly why you need to be one of the best!"

Bryan was quite happy to see his parents leave when they did. Davey had just come back from the hospital that same day and he wanted to talk to him, maybe he'd name the one who raped him. Even if Davey didn't tell, Bryan just wanted to be close to him so he could help him get over it.

When he returned to the wing, he went straight to Charley's door and knocked, before entering the older boy's room. He wasn't surprised to see Davey in there with Charley, pretty much expected it. He would've been more surprised if they hadn't been together.

"Hi Bryan, did you enjoy seeing your parents?" Davey asked.

"I don't know what I'd like most, if they just stopped coming here or come more often."

"At least they care about you, the whore that's supposed to be my mother won't even reply to my letters," Charley said.

"My parents live too far away to come here very often and they're dirt poor so I only really talk to them on the phone."

"They didn't visit you at the hospital?" Bryan asked Davey.

"No, my stepdad lost his job a month ago and my mum, she's trying to get enough hours to cover for the loss of money. They wanted to come but I told them not to bother."

"Really?"

"Yeah, the kid who tried to rape me couldn't get it up so he tried to stick his hand up my crapper instead. He must've ripped me or something, 'cuz all of a sudden there was blood all over. Well, you saw me so you already know about that. Got six stitches in me bum now, hurts like hell when I take a dump and when I squirt, but it isn't so bad right now."

"You have six stitches in your bum and you still spank your little dick?" Charley asked.

"Sure, why not? It's not my dick that's been hurt, y'know? Though I couldn't really do it much in the hospital, I had to wait for the guard to fall asleep at night before I had a bit of privacy."

"You're pulling our leg, no way you jerked off with a guard snoring right next to you!"

"He wasn't snoring, not loudly anyway and he wasn't right next to me. Besides, I have to squirt at least once a day. Stitches or no stitches."

"Shit, you're crazy. I've been worried sick about you and haven't even jerked myself off, 'cuz I didn't want to when you were all messed up and in the hospital."

"What? You haven't squirted for a week?" Davey asked, not believing what he had just heard.

"Well, I woke up yesterday all sticky and my undies full of cum, but no, I haven't done anything with Bryan, nor did I jerk it."

"Aw, you poor little thing, you must be going crazy from not getting it on with Charley?"

"Nuh-uh," Bryan shook his head, "But I wanted him to fuck me, he didn't want to."

"You only wanted me to fuck you so I'd protect you from the rapist."

"No! You said that."

"Actually you did, but that's not important now."

"Guess it isn't. But, Davey, who did it to you?"

"I don't really know, honestly, I thought it was you, well at first anyway. I remember thinking it was strange so heavy you'd gotten laying there on my back, but then I smelled the nasty stench smokers have and I knew it wasn't you. I tried to turn around but he just held me down and when I tried to yell, he forced my head into the pillow so I couldn't breathe. Just before passing out I could feel his fingers enter me and it hurt like hell. When I woke, there were all these people around me, paramedics and guards and they were all talking at the same time."

"Shit!" Charley exclaimed.

"Crap," Bryan said at the same time.

"We really need to teach you how to speak properly," Davey said, "you talk like a kindergartener."

Bryan blushed at that.

"Hey, behave yourself, Davey. I like how he talks. Makes him sound real innocent. He can soon enough learn to talk like a true prisoner."

Charley started tickling Bryan as he said that.

"Hear how he squeals like a five year-old girl? I love hearing it!"

Davey joined in the tormenting of the younger boy, but had to stop fairly quickly as the stitches hurt him too much. They didn't hurt enough for him to stop laughing at the spectacle taking place on the bed next to him.

Fortunately for Bryan the tickling soon stopped, he was left gasping for air, yet he was happy in the company of his two mates. Mates who cared for him, who weren't just using his body for their own enjoyment. He only wished they had met somewhere else than inside a prison for kids.

They didn't start an orgy in Charley's room. Even though all three boys would have accepted it if anyone had suggested it, none did. They spent the rest of the day playing a game of monopoly and drinking the cheap cola, Charley had bought from the small kiosk in the prison. For a bystander, it would have looked much like three friends, maybe two brothers and their friend, doing what kids their age might have done on a Saturday afternoon. At least until the bystander would pay more attention to the surroundings inside the room.

Not many children can boast of having a sink in their bedroom. Fortunately, even fewer children have bars in front of the only window in their room. Apart from those minor details, the three boys were having a great time, right up until dinner time. That's when they were rushed back to the cruel facts of life, when they queued up to get their share of food served by a man in uniform. After dinner, they went back to try to finish the game, but were still playing when the same guard banged on the door, telling them to go fetch their meds and go to bed.

Chapter 25
Daily exercise

"Are you sure this is okay with you?" Charley asked.

"Dang it, yes!" Bryan said almost angrily, "We didn't do it for more than a week, I don't really know why, but I feel like I'll burst if I go to bed without you doing me for one more day. And I can't imagine what it must be like for you. Don't you want to do it?"

"I do, I just want to make sure you want it too."

"Oh shut the fuck up and just stick it in already. I can feel how hard it is, it's ready, my bum's ready, God knows you put so much lotion and shampoo in it that my next poo will be no effort at all, so just…"

Bryan's tirade of words turned into hisses and gasps of pain.

"Oh shit! I forgot how bad it is in the beginning."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No, just go slower, don't you dare stop now. We spent ten minutes loosening my bum, damned if I went through that for nothing."

"Maybe it'd be better if Davey fucked you first, you seemed to handle it much easier last time."

"I told you I wanted it to be you. Davey still got those stitches in his bum, I won't let him do me until they get taken out or whatever it is they do with stitches in someone's bum hole."

"Stop talking about stitches, damn it, you'll make my hard on disappear."

"Yeah, right, like I'd be able to say anything for that to happen."

"Just shut up and push back, it's like I'm trying to push my cock through a key hole or something."

"You really should use a smaller key. Ow, damn it!"

"That's the head inside, it'll be much easier from now on."

"For you maybe. You should try having a flagpole shoved up your bum. There's nothing easy about it."

"I'll wait a little, you tell me when you're ready for more of my flagpole."

"Don't stop, just go slow!"

"If I go any slower, it won't move at all."

"Aw, man, you're making me pee all over the wall."

"If it means there'll be more room inside of your bum, pee all what you can."

"I can't stop it even if I'm trying to. Ugh, it's so nasty."

"All the kids take a piss in the shower, it's no big deal really."

"What? Eww, that's even nastier. I'm never going to shower again."

"You'd better, I don't like my chickens to be smelly and all."

"How much is in me?"

"A little more than half of it."

"Only half? Oh God."

"I might shoot before I get all of it in. You're so tight, I almost can't believe you've been bummed before."

"You know I have, you've done it before."

"But it sure doesn't feel like it. Bend over a little more, my knees hurt."

"I feel like I'm about to slip already, I don't want to fall into my own pee."

"I'm holding your hips, you're not going anywhere. Just bend over more damn it."

"Alright already, stop pushing at my back and just hold my hips," Bryan said, "Oh no! I don't like when you do it like that."

"I have to do it this way, my prick won't fit inside of you unless I get it past that spot."

"Do it quick then, don't go slow now."

"Make up your mind."

"Crap, just do it like you want."

"Sure? You know I like it hard and fast."

"It'll hurt either way, so I don't care."

"It's only until you get used to it. Ask Davey, it took him some time too, but he wanted it hard and fast as much as I did in the end."

"But you don't want it in your end!"

"Ah, you know what I meant."

"Just hurry up and squirt."

"With all the talking, there'll be no squirting for quite a while yet!"

"Shit!"

"You better not need to shit too, it's bad enough you pissed all over the damned wall."

"You made me do it, besides there's nothing in my bum."

"No? What's this then?" Charley pulled his prick halfway out of Bryan's bum and pushed it back in farther as fast as he could. Which wasn't fast at all as the small bum was still very tight.

"OW! Okay, there's nothing in my bum, save for your monster prick! What donkey did you steal it from?"

"I was born like this."

"Oh I feel sad for your mum, having to give birth to a baby with a stiffy that would make an elephant envious! How you didn't get stuck halfway out is beyond me."

"The more you talk, especially about my mum, the longer I'll be able to fuck you, and the harder I'll have to do it to cum."

"Alright already, just get busy squirting before the guard starts wondering why we're taking so long."

"Don't worry, Phil knows what it is we're doing. He really wants me to fuck him."

"Phil's queer?"

"Yes, but don't let anyone know. He'd probably get fired if his boss found out."

"Why are we still talking when you should be squirting?"

"It's you who can't stop talking, you're a downright chatterbox."

"Am not."

"Yes, you are. Now I don't want to hear any sound out of you unless it's moaning or gasping until I've cum."

"You just love bossing little boys around, don't you? OW! Hey, what was that for?"

"Shut up!"

"But?! You didn't have to smack me, OW!"

"Every time you say something, I'll give you a smack."

"You can't… OOWW!"

"Not a word, unless it's 'quit'. If you say quit, I'll pause and if you say quit again, I'll stop completely."

While Charley wasn't fond of smacking little boys, Bryan in particular, he just couldn't get the younger boy to shut up so he could concentrate on reaching his climax. Still, the smacking and the explanation after seemed to work, as Bryan finally quit distracting him. Yes, the boy had still made noises, moans and gasps and even a drawn out 'no' here and then but he didn't say 'quit', not even when Charley finally managed to push his dick all the way in.

The boys had asked to shower, well, Charley had asked if he and Bryan could shower, right after they'd finished eating dinner, so they still had plenty of time left to fuck in the shower. Charley had made the younger boy put his own little index finger inside his bum hole, with plenty of lotion on it, until the small muscle had relaxed a little. Only then had Charley taken over, pushing first one, then two and finally three of his fingers into the young boy's bum.

He had turned on the water then, got the little boy bum and his own hand wet and used his shampoo to make bum and prick slippery. He knew Bryan would probably wake up with a bad case of diarrhea from the shampoo, but Charley figured a good mix of hand lotion and shampoo would make the first fuck in more than a week easier for the kid. And that was when he just had to ask the younger boy if he really, truly wanted to be fucked.

I should've just fucked him. It would have been quicker, Charley thought. But had I just started fucking him, we'd already have finished by now. I'm not even close to shooting and it sure does feel great!

Charley pulled back so far, he momentarily had a bit of trouble making his prick go back in, it bent as he pushed, rather painfully so. He had to bend his knees further to make it go back in, but then it went all the way in too.

Bryan gasped loudly as the prick-really-meant-for-a-donkey/horse/elephant slammed into him. It forced the air from his lungs, something he had experienced before of course, but never really could get used to. He soon realized he had to time his breathing to Charley's thrusting, an increasingly difficult task as the older boy steadily sped up his back and forth movements.

Phil stood as inconspicuously as he could outside the door, leaning up against the wall. He sent angry looks at any kid who dared approach him or just looked as if he might want to walk closer to Phil. That was all it took to keep anyone from hearing what took place inside the small shower room. Anyone, but Phil of course. His adult cock was pushing at the jockstrap he wore, the quieted moans and slapping sounds coming from inside the locked door enough to fuel his fantasy. A fantasy where he was being fucked by that young stud with the prick that even when flaccid was unbelievably large.

He had often searched Charley's room and body for drugs, of course never finding any, but that wasn't the primary reason for his searches anyway. They had to inspect rooms and test a kid's urine for drugs regularly, it was only what the rules dictated. Officially, it was a computer program that selected which kid to check, but when Phil was on duty and it was time for an inspection, he ignored the program's selection and made it look like Charley had been picked by it. It was simple, copy/paste, one name replaced for another.

It gave Phil a chance to look at Charley's body, his prick really, as the rules dictated the kid had to provide the urine sample while under observation. Some kid had probably tried to circumvent the testing by providing the urine from another kid. Not now, not when they were required to undress completely and piss into a cup in front of a guard. Well, not exactly in front of, usually the kid stood facing away while pissing, hence the two mirrors placed at crotch height, so the guard could see what happened even if the kid faced away.

Charley never faced away, just stood there with a stupid smirk on his face while he filled the cup to the line, before turning away to finish pissing into the toilet.

Almost as if he knows I enjoy the show, Phil thought while he was listening to the other show taking place behind the closed door, all I have to do now, is get rid of his new chicken. Or damage the little cunt. Like I damaged the other cunt, Davey. Then Charley will be left with no one but me!

The show inside the shower room quickly neared the end, a fact one of the boys was happy with, the other desperately trying what he could to prevent. Charley was finally able to move his hips back and forth, driving his prick into Bryan at the pace he favored, but not a pace where he was able to last long. The kid's bum was still too tight for the prolonged fucking he had been able to achieve with Davey. But it could surely only be a matter of time before the young eleven year-old kid's bum would adjust to the girth and length of Charley's prick.

All it takes is daily exercise, Charley mused, maybe twice a day.

With a final lunge forward, he started unloading deep inside Bryan, never letting go of the small boy's hips until he was certain there was no sperm left in his balls. The climax felt more intense than ever before as he hadn't released his sperm in more than a week, save from that one night where he had the strangest, sexiest dream he could remember. He left his prick inside the boy while desperately gasping for air, caressing Bryan's flanks and shoulders. When he got his breath under control, he gently eased himself out of the small boy.

His prick was still mostly erect, almost felt ready for another go, but he could tell Bryan really wasn't up for it. The boy was quietly weeping as he had done before when he had finished fucking him. Remembering Davey's ordeal, Charley quickly inspected Bryan's hole while the boy was still standing in the position he had gotten him into. The bum hole was gaping, the edges angry red in color and while he was watching, it puckered up briefly, then spat out a mixture of indescribable fluids. That's when Charley lost interest in it, he preferred the bums he fucked to be clean and this one sure wasn't, not at that very moment.

He turned on the water again, the spray extremely cold against his heated skin but soon got back to the temperature he had set it to. He watched as the water took away the nasty looking liquid from Bryan's bum, leaving it clean, yet one could easily see it had been thoroughly fucked.

Thoroughly fucked was exactly how Bryan felt at that point. The small boy was exhausted from taking Charley's massive cock inside him. He had been nowhere close to orgasm, the pain from his bruised anus kept him from noticing the happy signals his prostate had sent out. The sheer brutality at the end had nearly made him say the word to end it, but when he had wanted to, he couldn't remember what it was.

"Quit!" He blurted out loud as he stood there under the spray of water, trying to recoup enough energy to get up from the bent over position he was standing in.

"Too late, Bryan, I'm already done," Charley said, "Want me to wash you?"

"Yes, please."

Charley started at the easiest place, the somewhat upturned bum. He covered it in soapy suds, massaged the buttocks firmly then used the palm of his hand to soap up Bryan's crack from top to bottom. As his fingertips reached the hole he slid his middle finger inside of it. The finger entered easily, the anus hadn't yet tightened completely and Bryan only reacted to the renewed action in his bum with a small hiss.

"Is it tender?"

"Duh, it's sore as fuck!"

"Sorry."

"Ah, do it again."

"This?"

"Yeah, like that, it feels nice."

"Wait, my finger hurts. How's this?"

"Wow, it feels like when Davey sucked on my willy, only inside my bum."

"Really? Maybe that's why Davey liked it when I fucked him?"

"I might like it too if your dick was like your finger."

"We can't all have small dinks like you."

"Shut up! My willy's not that small."

"It sure isn't big either, but don't worry, I prefer small ones, just like yours."

Bryan didn't know whether to be upset with Charley or not. On one hand the older boy was right, Bryan did indeed have a small penis, but did he really have to comment on its size? It wasn't as if Bryan wanted to fuck anyone, so the size of his penis didn't matter so much. It was big enough for him to stand while peeing, yet small enough to not draw any unwanted attention when it got super hard at the most embarrassing of times. It was better than having a monster for a penis like Charley had.

"Aw, why did you stop?" Bryan demanded to know when Charley removed his finger from his bum, only to start washing his back.

"I told you, sex for me is only about getting myself off, if you want to get off, you have Davey."

"Not fair!"

"Maybe not, but it's the way it is. If you want to cum while you're with me, you gotta do it while I fuck you."

"But it hurts too much."

"It won't hurt as much when you get used to it. Stand up, let me wash your hair while you wash your front."

Bryan had to admit one thing, it was nice when Charley helped him wash at least some parts of his body. His mum had stopped bathing him when he was four and had gotten a stiffy while sitting in the bathtub. From then on, he had to shower with his dad but only for as long as it took him to learn how to wash himself properly. When Bryan was diagnosed with phimosis, he had to help himself stretch his foreskin as neither parent thought it was appropriate to touch him "down there."

"Fuck, my prick is still bloody hard. I'd love to fuck your bum some more tonight, but we have to finish up. If only tomorrow hadn't been Monday, I would've fucked you silly all day long."

"You wish. I'd end up like Davey if you fucked me for an entire day."

"Nah, you'd soon learn how to relax your bum if I did fuck you all day."

"Never going to happen."

"Never say never."

Chapter 26
Sacred oaths

Monday started off much the same as previous Mondays for the kids in the 3C wing. About an hour into the way too simple for Bryan, way too boring for all the 'students' and much too challenging for the teacher, education, it changed rather dramatically for Bryan. It changed when a guard entered the common room where the boys sat listening to the non-inspiring voice of their student teacher. One of the guards sat in the room, his presence keeping things somewhat under control and mostly civilized.

The subject was math, Bryan's least favored subject at least when it was something as simple as multiplying two negative numbers. He couldn't understand how boys, two, three and even four years his senior just couldn't grasp the fact that the result would always be positive, whether it be -1 * -1 or -9 gazillion * -9 gazillion. Of course -9 gazillion wasn't a real number like -9 exa for example, but it was what one of the dirt-for-brains boys used.

So, when the other guard entered the room and asked for Bryan to follow him, he did so most willingly. His interest sparked more when he was asked to fetch his coat from his room. The guard didn't bother telling Bryan where he was being taken and Bryan was far too happy for the opportunity to miss out on the boring (and lengthy) discussion to ask. His enthusiasm dropped somewhat when he was told to strip inside the room where he had first been strip searched. It completely vanished when the female police investigator met him outside the room and cuffed his hands behind his back.

She and another policeman drove him to the police station where he was once again subjected to a myriad of questions he couldn't answer properly.

"They simply refuse to believe me," Bryan sighed when he was back in his room, sitting on his bed with Davey next to him and Charley sitting on the chair in front of them.

"I don't know why you even talk to them at all," Davey said.

"But, what about the 'it may harm your defense if you do not mention when questioned' stuff they always say?" Bryan asked.

"It's all a load of horse dung," Charley joined in, "To them it doesn't matter what you say, if you don't say what they want to hear."

"When you don't know what to say, just start crying, that worked for me."

"Oh yes, it sure did, Davey," Charley sneered, "If it had worked, you wouldn't be here now."

Davey blushed as Charley laughed at him.

"I just don't know what to do," Bryan said desperately.

"What really happened?" Davey wanted to know.

"I dunno where to start," the youngest boy whined.

"How about from the beginning?" Charley suggested.

"In the beginning there was nothing," Bryan started.

"Nooo, not that beginning!"

"Right, I s'spose it all started when I met Colt."

"Who's Colt?" Davey asked.

"He's a kid I once thought was a friend, my best friend. But he never was my friend. He was really nice and cool in the beginning but acted all weird suddenly. He took pictures of me with his phone, nudie pictures."

"You're a porn star! Cool!" Davey said.

"No, 'cuz he got me to do stuff I didn't want to do 'cuz of those pictures. Sex stuff," Bryan said quietly.

"What an arse!"

"At first it was kind of exciting to me to do naughty stuff, but all he ever wanted was to use me to get money. When I realized that it was much too late to stop it."

"What do you mean he used you?"

"He made me let men do things to me if they gave him money for it."

"Oh my god, what did they do to you?"

"Everything!"

"Even?" Davey asked and formed an 'O' with thumb and index finger on one hand and simulated fucking it with his other index finger.

Bryan just nodded affirmatively.

"How old were you? The first time you got bummed?" Charley asked.

"Nine."

"Shit! I wish I was you!"

"Damn, you're stupid, Davey," Charley said, "You were twelve when I first fucked you and you howled and screamed for me to take it out. Imagine what it would've been like when you were nine."

"It hurt like hell when Colt fucked me too and his willy was only like half the size of Charley's monster, so don't feel bad for screaming, Davey."

"But, you got fucked when you were nine and by men. How often, with how many? Did it ever feel good being fucked by a man?"

"Never, most just fucked me like their life depended on it. I don't know how many but I had to do it like two or three days a week, some days it was just three other times seven in one afternoon."

"SEVEN?" Both the older boys asked, one in shock, the other rather envious.

"It wasn't up to me to decide how many," Bryan gave a little helpless shrug.

"No wonder you knew it was sex I was talking about that first day we talked," Charley said.

"He's a pro!"

"Shut up Davey! Can't you get it into your head that he didn't want to do it?"

"I didn't want to either, not at first, but now it's different."

"It's okay, Charley. I don't mind if you fuck me, I understand a guy with a massive willy like yours need to do it."

"I'm glad you let me fuck you, Bryan, I just wish those men hadn't done that to you."

"I was only little and didn't understand then. It was you Davey, who showed me why older boys and men need to fuck someone. When you made me cum."

"You didn't though, nothing came out."

"No, but it still felt super great."

"So, what does Colt have to do with you being here now?" Charley asked.

"Well, he found a much smaller kid. Younger than I had been when he started talking to me."

"Shit!"

"We were supposed to meet Colt in the park that day, at the loos, so the kid could see what I was doing to make money."

"Oh my god, how old was he?"

"Seven. Colt bought him sweets and stuff like that, pretty much gave the kid everything he pointed at."

"Okay, but what happened at the park? Is that why you're in here?"

"Yes. I think I killed him."

"Colt?"

"No, I wish I had killed him, but no, I killed the little kid."

"Holy fuck! Why would you kill a seven year-old?"

"I never meant for it to happen. It just happened. I wanted to tell him what kind of person Colt really was. But he didn't believe me. Wouldn't believe me. He got really cross with me, told me to stop talking about Colt like that. That I was being mean, that I only wanted Colt to myself. I don't know how he got those stupid scissors, but all of a sudden he was holding them in his hand, trying to stab me. I tried to stop him, tried to take them away from him, but I think I killed him!"

Bryan had been in tears while telling the two boys what had happened in the park. He had managed to leave some out even as upset as he was. When he finally blurted out that he had killed the little boy, he couldn't continue, he cried way too much by then.

Charley joined the other boys on the bed, hugged and caressed Bryan, tried to comfort him. For a few minutes it seemed like nothing would make the smaller than average eleven year-old stop crying. Yet, he calmed down enough to tell the rest of what took place there in the park.

"He ran towards me, his arm like a spear in front of him with the scissors in his hand. I grabbed his arm but he ran into me so hard we both fell. He landed on top of me and when I rolled him off of me, the scissors were pushed so far into his tummy. One blade was all the way inside the poor kid. I sat on top of him, tried to pull it out of him. My fingers slipped a couple of times before I finally got it pulled out. There was so much blood, so much. It splattered all over my clothes and his too. I couldn't stop it from coming out, it just oozed out between my fingers."

"You tried to save him!" Charley told the small boy.

"I killed him!"

"Colt killed him, or would've."

"No, I killed him. Had I not tried to stop him, he'd still be alive now."

"So Colt could sell his arse and score lots of money on it. No, that's no life for a boy."

"At least he'd be alive. Maybe he would have stopped seeing Colt if he had seen what the men did to me."

"No, man. You couldn't stop Colt, why do you think a seven year-old could've done that?"

"Maybe he would have told someone, I don't know."

"I'm sorry for everything that happened to you Bryan, you're a good and brave kid," Charley told the younger boy.

"I'm not good and most certainly not brave!"

The boys talked for another hour, mostly Bryan telling Davey about the times he had been with the many men paying money for using his body. He left out the nastier stuff he had been subjected to, like being bum fucked while his bum was full of poo. Or when he had to pee into a man's mouth. At least that man hadn't wanted to return the favor, but then there had been other times, when he had been forced to swallow the pee gushing out of a penis, lest it went into his windpipe and drown him. This, he didn't tell Davey either, it was simply too humiliating to talk about.

They talked right up until dinner time. Bryan didn't feel like eating dinner, he wasn't particularly hungry but mostly he didn't want to be seen by the other kids in the wing. He was a little annoyed when Charley returned after just five minutes with a plate full of food.

"Here, I managed to persuade Papa Smurf into letting me take this to you. You gotta eat some of it."

"Papa Smurf?"

"Yeah, the old guard on duty now. He almost looks like Papa Smurf, that's why we call him that. When he can't hear us of course. Oh, come on kid, don't tell me you never head of The Smurfs?"

"Sure I have, but that was many years ago when I was like a baby."

"Right, and you're sooo mature and all grownup now, huh? It can't be so many years ago."

"I guess not."

"Come now, just eat a little of it. Just a little bite. Here comes the train, chooo choo, better open your mouth before it goes into your nose."

"Quit it, Charley, I'm not a baby! Gimme that fork, I do know how to eat on my own!"

"Aw, you're no fun. Just hurry up and eat, Phil's on duty too and I already secured the shower room for an hour. But only if we're ready in," Charley checked his wristwatch, "Fuck, six and a half minutes. You got to eat quicker than that."

"I'm stuffing my mouth here," Bryan said with his mouth full, "Sorry, but if I have to eat so quickly I have to talk while eating."

"Less talking, more eating. I'll go get the stuff, while you eat."

"NO!" Bryan cried out, "Don't leave me here on my own, think of what happened to Davey."

"Damn, I nearly forgot. Right, chow down, double time now."

Bryan ate all the food on the plate, once he got started eating, his stomach reminded him that it hadn't seen food since morning. He hadn't wanted anything for lunch, worried too much about the questions he had constantly been asked by the interviewer at the police station. He had also worried of how long it would continue after the break for lunch was over. Fortunately it had only went on for another hour before Dan finally put his shoe down and told the police woman that she was bordering on harassing his client.

He had been returned to the prison after that, didn't even get a chance to talk to Dan before he once again sat on the backseat of the police car. Dan had said he'd come to the prison to talk more the following day.

"I'm done," Bryan said after he had burped, covering his mouth politely with his hand.

"And not a second to spare. Come, leave the plate. You can return it after."

Bryan still thought it strange to so openly being let into the shower stall with the older boy when Phil surely knew what went on behind the closed door. But the guard didn't say anything or act like it was anything out of the ordinary. He didn't so much as smirk or make a funny face, just unlocked the door and locked it when the two boys had entered the small room.

"You can just suck on it if you don't feel up to being bummed tonight. I know you must have a lot going on in your mind," Charley said to the younger boy when they were alone.

"Can we do both?"

"Really?"

"Yes, it'll take my mind off the bad thoughts I'm having right now."

"Sure, but I'll probably have to fuck you for a long time before I squirt again."

"The longer the better, really. As hard as you want, too."

"Are you absolutely sure about that?"

"Yes."

"Okay, then suck it," Charley said and sat on the small bench in the room.

This left Bryan with no option but to kneel in front of him. He put his sneakers under his knees to protect them a little from the hard tiled flooring. He started sucking Charley, did the best he could to get the older boy to squirt his sperm into his mouth.

"You sure know how to do it," Charley moaned, "But it'll take too long for what I really want to do. Just spit on it and I'll wank until I'm ready to shoot."

Bryan spat on the monster cock and sat back on his haunches, mesmerized by the frenzied stroking the older boy started. He wanked the cock almost violently, making the large ball sack jingle up and down below the cock. As the scrotum moved up and down, both boys could hear the slapping sounds it made as it bumped into first hand then perineum. Those sounds joined the squelching noises from the foreskin as it went up and over the large helmet only to bare it again milliseconds later.

"Play with yourself, while I wank. Jerk your little prick for me and put a finger up your cute little bum. Put some lotion on your fingers," Charley ordered the small boy in front of him, "Oh yeah, just like that, prepare your bum for my prick, it won't be long until I'll stuff all of it in your tight hole."

Bryan gingerly began jerking his penis, he hadn't really done it much and lacked the practice to do it as quickly as Charley. With the lotion he had put on his fingers the little stiffy was slick and it kept slipping from his fingers. He jerked himself using his right hand, the one he didn't normally use for stuff that required fine motor skills. But the index finger on his left, primary hand was busy being inserted into his nether end, the small boy knew that was the more important task of the two he had been told to do.

He pulled out his finger once he had gotten it all the way in, let go of his little penis and squirted more "Intensive Care" lotion onto his two first fingers, before practically jamming both fingers fully into his bum. It hurt, but the boy wanted it to. His mind was blissfully free from any of the haunting scenes he had experienced so far and he didn't worry about the future either. The pain from his anus kept him focused on the present.

"Shit, it's so nasty seeing you play with yourself like that, Bryan and just thinking of why you're doing it, I'm getting so close. You're really excited about me going to bum you, aren't you?"

"Yes!" Bryan hissed just as he managed to drive his ring finger past the still struggling muscle trying desperately to hold his bum hole closed up. Then it struck him, he had said the truth, not lied like when the men had fucked him and demanded to know if he was enjoying their big cock in his bum. Some of the men hadn't really been very large at all, but it seemed to get them off quicker when he said they had one of the largest pricks he'd taken in his small hole.

"Jeez, I'm about to blow, suck it, eat my jizz!"

Bryan kept his fingers inside his bum but released his own small penis in order to guide Charley's massive dick head inside his mouth. He sucked in his cheeks when his lips were secured behind the ridge of the dick head, used the tip of his tongue to tickle the underside of it. He could feel how the string moved when his tongue passed it from one side to the other.

"Shiiit, it tickles like…"

Charley never managed to explain just how it tickled, instead his body started releasing the sperm from his balls. It shot into Bryan's mouth, hit the back of his mouth before it covered his tongue with ropes of the salty fluid. Somehow it didn't taste as bad to Bryan as the sperm that had come from the men he had so often serviced, certainly it was much better than that of Colt's.

"Wooow," Charley breathed out as he felt his scrotum going through the final and weaker contractions, the ones that didn't make more sperm come out, but still felt so nice they were almost painful.

Bryan moved his mouth off of Charley's dick head with a small sucking sound as his lips slid off it. He tried to gauge the amount of sperm inside his mouth, couldn't quite tell how much it was, but thought it was more than the usual amount Charley was able to squirt into him. The young boy wasn't completely mistaken, it was by far the most sperm Charley had ever released. The perverse act of a small boy rubbing himself and pushing fingers into his own bum, trying to enlarge it somewhat for making it easier to take his prick, had made Charley shoot a couple of more ropes of sperm than he usually did.

And to think that we're only just getting started, Charley thought not daring to believe it just yet.

"Go into the shower and get on your elbows and knees," he told the small boy in a stern voice, "Take the towel, fold it and kneel on it."

"That's right little boy. Push your bum up higher. Much higher."

The fifteen year-old with the nine inch [23 cm] cock took one more look at the prostrate boy facing away from him, flaunting his little boy bum obscenely at him, waiting for him to plunge deep into him and to roughly bum fuck him. His dick was still really hard, hadn't lost much of its firmness since the orgasm and he knew he'd be able to fuck for a much longer time than usual, even if Bryans hole still was so snug he hardly could get his prick through it.

Charley quickly had a look at his watch and he realized they had 48 minutes to finish 'showering'. It meant about half an hour fucking his chicken, ten minutes of washing and soothing the little boy and eight for drying and getting clothed before summoning a guard, likely Phil to let them out. With the timetable thus laid out, he set out preparing for the first task on the list. He covered his prick in a liberal coating of shampoo before he kneeled behind Bryan who had so thoughtfully spread the towel so the older boy's knees wouldn't hurt too much from the tiled flooring.

He carefully worked his prick head into the small opening while listening to the hisses and gasps of pain Bryan couldn't prevent from making. He thought of asking the youngster if he really wanted to go ahead with the onslaught, but remembered the lengthy conversation the question had caused the previous evening. Charley wasn't in the mood for conversation this evening, so he refrained from asking. Instead he reached behind him and found the poor excuse for a towel Bryan had brought with him. He wiped his hands in the towel, getting rid of most of the shampoo that had covered them.

Bryan had told him he could fuck him as hard as he wanted and he needed to be able to get a proper grip on the narrow and bony hips of the younger boy for that to happen. He could feel the boy's hole quivering around his dick just behind the head. As if it was trembling from fear, yet Bryan seemed rather relaxed.

The younger boy was bracing himself from the pain he knew would shoot out from his bum when Charley would push his monster prick deep inside it. He wasn't afraid of the pain, had more or less gotten used to it by then, or at least he thought so. He felt the big hands grab hold of him, forcing him to lift his bum even higher. The hands felt warm against his hips, felt as they in a way belonged there. He felt safe, knew what to expect. He knew that Charley would never purposely hurt him.

Even if he had wanted to hurt me, isn't that exactly what I deserve for killing little Lewis? He was still adamant about his responsibility for the little boy losing his life.

Maybe I should just tell the policewoman that I did kill him. That I wanted him to die. That he was just a little…

"OW!" Bryan said, a bit louder than he had wanted, but that first push of Charley's sure let him know that the older boy had really meant it, when he said it would be a rough fuck.

"Shhh, keep it down," Charley immediately whispered.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to," Bryan said in a much quieter voice.

"It's okay, just try not to be so loud again."

"I'll try. If I fail, you can put my undies in my mouth. It'll help."

"What? No, that's horrid!"

"Well, you can if you want to, I've had worse in my mouth before."

"No, just shut it. I don't want to think of that now."

"Sorry."

Bryan managed to keep from yelling out as Charley pushed again, and kept pushing the hard-as-steel nine inch [23 cm] cock into him. He wanted to stop the older boy as he realized where the cock was headed but didn't. He had told Charley he could take him any way he wanted and if he wanted to stick his cock in that place where it hurt like a bitch, Bryan couldn't really object to it. He'd have to back out of a promise to do that, something the small boy would never do.

A promise is like a sacred oath, something that you can't just change your mind and break, Bryan thought, as he felt the sharp but fortunately short-lived pain that told him Charley's dick was now well past his rectum.

He had to gasp as the pain blocked every sensible thought in his mind. By reflex, his body tried to move itself away from the cause of the pain but was prevented from doing so by the grip Charley held it in. His brain told him that something was terribly wrong, that his bum wasn't supposed to be invaded by something of that size and length, pleaded with him to fight back. Or at least to verbally express some kind of objection to it. Yet, the small boy managed to suppress the panicked state of his mind, somewhat at least.

He made a loud hissing sound as his bladder failed him like it had done the previous night.

"Damn it, Bryan! Stop pissing on my towel. I only got this one!"

"I can't stop it. For real! Sorry."

"Fuck, next time you'll take a piss before I fuck you. You've nearly drenched it completely now."

"I'm sorryyyy."

"Shit, don't start crying, not now. It's only piss, it'll wash out."

"But how will we get dry after the shower? My towel's full of shampoo. We are going to shower afterwards, right?"

"We'll worry about that later. Have you finished pissing all over my towel?"

"I think so. I didn't do it on purpose, honest!"

Charley didn't reply, he pulled back a little, then eased his prick back in to the hilt. He watched the small boy's flaccid dink to make sure the tap had really been turned off. His inward thrust only resulted in a short dripple making it clear to him that Bryan's bladder had indeed fully emptied itself by then. He raised his upper body, pulled his cock out a little farther and thrust it back deep inside a bit quicker than before. When it only resulted in a low gasp from the small boy, he thought it safe to start picking up the pace.

While it still hurt Bryan, his body had no more defensive tricks to pull. The emptying of his bladder had been a last act of defiance, but when that hadn't done anything to be able to get away from the painful situation it found itself in, it finally surrendered itself. His anus, which had by then already given up all hope of blocking the passageway, resorted to adapting to the situation. It clung to the large intruder, but more like a friendly hug than an attempt to restrain it from moving.

Charley could feel it almost immediately when all fight left the small boy. Bryan's shoulders were pretty much laying on the floor and Charley was certain that should he let go of the bony hips, Bryan would simply fall to the floor. It wasn't a big problem, Charley was more than able to hold the boy steady even if he had to move one hand onto Bryan's stomach to get the boy's arse more lined up to his cock.

He sped up a bit more, increased the length of his strokes, observed how Bryan's body behaved more like a limp ragdoll than a living eleven year-old kid. One, who looked as if he was no more than nine. Hell, he'd even seen the tags in some of the kid's clothing brought by his mum, most of them clearly started they were really for a nine year-old. Bloody posh clothes too. No tee shirts, no, they were polo-shirts, his pajamas were cotton, but so finely woven it had felt more like silk. Charley had stopped wearing pajamas to bed, only slept in his boxer tights now. But if he had had a pajamas like Bryan's he probably would've worn it too.

Posh kid or not, he had a mighty fine bum, a bit on the tight side still, but it was much more fuckable now than it had been the day before. He stopped thinking and sped up further, pulled his cock so far out it was dangerously close to popping out. It didn't, neither did he pull it so far back then it bent painfully when he wanted to reinsert it in the boy. Charley's dick this time was also harder than previously, much less yielding.

About half a minute later he had found the pace he favored, almost exactly two seconds to pull out, half a second pause, one and a half seconds to plunge back in fully and a half a second pausing there. In this pace he would reach his peak nice and slowly and could, if need be, easily slow down and pause completely if he wanted to edge himself.

The smaller boy who was being long dicked had by then fully submitted to the will of the powerful boy thrusting into him. He knew he was in for a long ride but only moaned quietly when the cock travelled into his sigmoid colon and thereby straightening it. It was still uncomfortable but only hurt when Charley misaligned his cock a little, making it bump into something inside of Bryan before slipping further in.

As the older boy picked up the pace, steadily and with no pauses, the noises from the sloppy fuck got louder too. The rapid smacks of flesh hitting flesh could be heard over the slurping noises from the mixture of hand lotion and shampoo inside Bryan's bum. Small wet farts occasionally added to the sound accompanying the rough fuck.

Bryan adjusted to the fuck, so much that he began to think of what had happened to make him end up in prison. When he suddenly thought of Lewis, he involuntarily flinched, making his bum hole contract painfully around the huge invader. It nearly ended the session as the sudden increase of friction brought Charley dangerously close to releasing his sperm.

Charley had to stop for a while, giving him a chance to wipe the sweat from his forehead before it would run down into his eyes. He'd been power fucking the lithe lad, much harder than he had thought it possible so soon after he had started fucking him. Not that Charley was complaining about it, he was rather pleased with both himself and his little chicken. If anyone would have asked him right then, he would have said he wanted Bryan to be convicted for the murder he was charged with. Only so he could continue fucking the small boy until he'd get too old for Charley's taste.

When that happens, there'll probably be another little boy in need of protection, Charley thought, before he carried on fucking Bryan.

When Charley's knees began objecting to the position he was fucking Bryan in, he pulled his dick out of the abused once-so-little-but-not-now bum hole and got up on his haunches. It was quite difficult to get his knees bent far enough for his dick to reenter the still kneeling boy, but he managed it. His thigh muscles bulged from the effort when he grabbed hold of the small hips again and used them to support his own body. It was a quite wobbly frame but just rigid enough for him to keep his balance.

He pulled up on Bryan's flanks, forcing the little boy to raise his upper body and lay on his knees and hands before he grabbed him by his small shoulders. Bryan had to gasp for air as Charley started fucking the lithe boy at a pace that would make any rabbit envious for its speed. The young boy's nuts closely hugged by his scrotum was furiously smacked by the low hanging nuts of Charley's, adding a new dimension to the pain Bryan experienced.

Fortunately for the small boy, the fucking didn't last much longer. It was but a couple of minutes later when Charley drove his hips so violently into the ones of the small boy that his knees were pushed up and off the towel they had been resting on. He continued to gasp for air as he felt the large cock jump around inside of his bum, squirting a new load of sperm into his body. He couldn't feel the liquid squirting into him, but he hoped the ordeal was over when he was gently eased back onto the floor.

Charley pulled his rapidly deflating cock out of the bum that albeit small, seemed designed just for the purpose of him getting off deep inside of it. The older boy was spent, he had never experienced a workout so fulfilling as the one he had just gone through. His body was full of endorphins both from his orgasm as well as the exercise he had gotten to achieve the climax. In short, the boy was tired but extremely satisfied.

Bryan was happy as well, though it was simply because he had somehow managed to survive the ordeal. His bum was gaping wide open as he lay there on the floor in a small puddle of his own by now cold pee. Though most of the fluid had been sucked up by the towel, some had not, and it was what Bryan now lay in. It mattered not to the small and otherwise so proper and neat boy as he lay gasping to get his breathing under control. Nor did it matter that he could feel the slimy contents of his bum escaping the still open anus in a series of bubbly wet farts.

"We did it Bryan," he heard the older boy exclaim tiredly but with a happy tone to his voice, "we fucked for thirty minutes, almost to the second!"

Bryan whooped tiredly, but kept it down so it wouldn't be heard in the corridor.

"I told you I could do it," he stated matter-of-factly.

"You did and you sure could!"

"I hate to break up the happiness, but we need to shower. At least I do, I can't walk out there like this."

Charley giggled at that but reached for the faucet and turned it all the way on. He joined the younger boy's squeals as they were both hit by the cold water, but neither of them moved out of the refreshing spray.

"Use your undershirt to wipe yourself. I don't know why you wore it with a polo shirt but good thing you did," Charley said after they had finished showering.

Bryan took a look at the undershirt, it looked so small now that he had to use it as a towel. He was about to say something about it, but Charley just told him to get on with it. The older boy was using his tee-shirt to dry himself with. Both boys weren't exactly dry when they'd finished. Charley wringed out the water from the shirts and quickly washed his pee soaked towel using some of his shampoo.

"I sure hope it'll dry up for tomorrow," he said as he wringed it out.

"Don't forget my towel," Bryan said and held it up using two fingers. It had escaped the pale yellow fluid from his body but not the water from their shower and was now foaming from the shampoo, Charley had put on it when he wiped his hands.

"Bah, hand it to Phil, he'll just give you another one."

The boys got dressed in their remaining dry clothes and rang the bell for Phil to let them out.

Chapter 27
Baby kitten

Phil's face gave away the fact he enjoyed looking at Charley as he emerged from the damp shower room. He didn't lecture Bryan for the messed up towel, just went into the room and found a replacement for it. He stood, dumbfounded as he watched the bare chested teen of his dreams walk to Bryan's room holding hands with the little fuck toy of his.

Hot damn, I only wish he had been fully naked, Phil thought.

His thoughts turned sinister as he watched how Charley after a quick look around bent down a little and pecked a small kiss right on the lips of the young boy.

Why the hell was he transferred here? He's interrupting my plans.

When the two boys came to the guards' duty office a little while later to fetch their meds, Phil briefly considered giving Bryan more than just the one Zimovane the doctor had prescribed to the boy. But the way the little bitch was always objecting having to take just the one sleeping pill, he'd likely make a scene if he tried getting him to swallow ten of them.

Just look at him wearing his fancy posh pajamas and the face he can pull just for swallowing one measly sleeping pill. He's no problem with chewing the vitamin pill though, but of course, it's strawberry-flavored. All bitches love strawberries.

He didn't have time to watch them walk back down the corridor as other kids had already queued up for having their medicine. As he walked his side of the corridor, poking his head into prison cells wishing their inhabitants a good night and pleasant dreams, he thought of ways to eliminate his young rival. He slammed the doors shut harder than he usually did and turned the key with much more ado than necessary.

When he opened the door into Bryan's room, he saw the little boy already laying in his bed on his stomach.

But of course he's not laying on his back, his little arse must be hurting like hell, Phil thought, but not to worry, young Bryan, soon it'll all be over. I'll make sure of that. One way or the other.

"Tough day, huh Bryan? I heard the police interviewed you for six straight hours?"

The little bitch won't even answer, just stupidly nod his head.

"Well, I'm sure your arse hole isn't making matters any better right now."

Fuck! Why did I have to say that? Phil could've slapped himself, but all Bryan did was blush fiercely, he sure is a cutie, if I'd been so inclined I surely would've fucked him myself.

"Have a good night and sleep well, young man," he said as he always did to the ones under his charge, even if he'd rather them all go to hell. He didn't wait for a reply, just pulled the door shut, harder than all the rest and angrily turned the key to a satisfyingly loud clonk as the heavy bolt moved into the doorframe. He finished his round, went down to change into his normal clothes and headed for the bus stop, happy to be able to leave the old prison behind him. Still he was making plans for Bryan, the little bitch, who was far too damned pretty for being a boy.

Back in his room, Bryan was trying to read the book he had taken out of the prison library. The title had sounded promising, but it was written in a way that made it utterly boring. He couldn't focus on the written words and his mind drifted to think of his situation. Phil had been right, his bum hole did ache, the shampoo and body lotion itched both on the outside where he had so carefully washed it after Charley had finished with it. But it was worse on the inside, it felt almost like when he had suffered from the pin worms in his younger days.

He wanted to reach back and scratch his hole, to stick a finger deep inside and scratch there as well, but knew it wouldn't make it any better. He was happy when the sleeping pill finally kicked in and forced him to fall asleep.

His happiness turned to horror when he woke four and half hours later. His belly cramped and even if he did everything to keep his backdoor firmly shut, it didn't work. He sobbed helplessly as he heard a long nasty wet fart escape through his tense bum hole. His crying intensified as he felt slimy liquid being pushed out along with the gas, wetting the seat of both his pajamas and undies before making its way down to his balls and penis. He could feel his front get wet too, yet he dared not move an inch, worried that doing so would force even more stuff out of his bum.

He went through another series of cramps, more gas escaped but seemingly no more than that. Still weeping he moved the duvet from on top of him and got up to stand next to the bed. Though it was too dark to see anything, Bryan knew it had to be bad, the smell alone was intense. The light from the bed lamp revealed a sight that Bryan would never describe to anyone and so neither will I. Not detailed anyway.

When he felt the liquid caught inside his undies start make its way down his thighs he quickly shed both pajamas bottoms and undies. He rushed over to the sink with both items in hand, taking care not to let any of the nasty liquid drip onto the floor. Using his new towel he gingerly wiped the fluid off his body, folding it for each swipe over his skin. When he was certain he was as clean as he could get for the moment, he turned on the ceiling light.

The bright light from the ceiling didn't improve the sight of his bed but at least he could now assess the damage more easily. As he ripped the sheet from the bed he was happy to see his duvet hadn't been messed up by the brownish slime. He was more worried about the state of his new mattress, the sheet hadn't been able to soak up everything. A brownish stain, about the size of a large dinner plate was right there in the middle of the otherwise bright white mattress.

Desperately he used the clean part of the sheet to wipe at the stain. Much to his surprise and no less relief, the mattress cleaned up rather nicely where he wiped the sheet over it. When he wet part of the sheet and dapped it on the stain it removed the last of the brownish colored stain, leaving behind only a slightly moist area.

Bryan didn't know it, but it hadn't been the first time a kid had either wet or shat his bed in the prison, so all mattresses, at least the new ones like Bryan's, had been treated with a special coating making clean ups so much easier. All that was left of his accident was in the sink, though the air inside his room certainly wasn't pleasant either, and the damage had been contained. As the adrenaline left Bryan's body he was suddenly overtaken by the effect of the sleeping pill and he went back to bed after popping his window wide open.

"Good mor… Oh dear," Papa Smurf said after he had unlocked Bryan's door and wanted to rouse the still sleeping boy. He quickly locked the still open door and closed it as much as it could before walking over to wake Bryan.

"Hey, Bryan, wake up," he said, gently shaking the boy's shoulder.

Bryan woke, instantly sat up, turned his head to look over at the sink and saw the incriminating evidence was still in it. He blushed as he realized the old man now knew he had had an accident during the night.

"Don't worry about that Bryan. I'll get it sorted for you. First things first though, get the clothes you want to wear today and I'll let you in for a quick shower. You don't want to run around smelling like this, I'd think."

Bryan shook his head and got out of bed, completely forgetting all he was wearing was his pajamas top. It wasn't long enough to cover the important bits so he quickly covered them with his hands. His hands weren't quite large enough to cover where the nasty fluid had gotten during the night and his clean up hadn't been nearly as good as he had thought.

"Hmm, do you have a towel or maybe a robe to wear?" Papa Smurf asked.

"No, sir, I, um, I kind of used the towel to clean up a bit after…" Bryan said in a low, near muted voice and trailed off before ending it, he couldn't get himself to finish the sentence.

"That's alright, I probably would've done the same thing if it had been me. Why didn't you call for help after it happened?"

"I don't know. I thought they'd be cross with me if I called them."

"Oh dear, no, none of my colleagues would have gotten angry at you for asking for help. You didn't do this on purpose, so why do you think you'd get told off?"

Bryan shrugged his shoulders, overdoing the motion, so his hands momentarily left his once private bits for Papa Smurf to get a quick look at them. If he had wanted to look at the small boy's stuff, which he didn't. Still Bryan quickly realized his error and clasped his hands back in front of him.

"If it happens another time," Papa Smurf said, smiled when Bryan's facial expression changed at hearing his words, "Don't be afraid to call for help. That's what we're here for, really. Remember that."

Bryan nodded with a renewed blush on his face.

"Wait here while I go fetch a towel for you."

While Papa Smurf got the towel, Bryan got some clothes to wear after the much needed shower. He was quickly ushered across the corridor, Papa Smurf had left the door to the shower room open for quick access. Steve came out of his room just as Bryan had crossed the halfway mark of his short journey. The older boy didn't say anything to the spectacle of the towel-clad half-naked boy being whisked across the corridor. He did however, as he moved past the still open door to Bryan's room, see the soiled clothing in the sink.

Bryan was too busy wanting to get into the shower room and have the door shut behind him to notice the older boy. When he was finally in the shower, getting rid of the foul smelling dried up liquid, he thought himself safe. It was a brief, yet very thorough shower the little boy allowed himself. He had to hurry so he wouldn't be too late appearing at breakfast, he wanted back within the bubble of safety, Charley provided, as quickly as possible. He hadn't yet forgotten the frightening note that had been taped onto his door.

As he was getting himself clean in the shower, Papa Smurf put the pajamas bottoms, underwear, sheet and towel into a black plastic garbage bag and closed it tightly. He put the soiled clothing into the wing's washing machine, loaded it all in and programmed the machine to run a full two and half hour cycle. He forgot to adjust the temperature of the machine, so it ran happily at 60C, washing away all the dried up muck, but at the same time shrinking the finely woven cotton that made up Bryan's pajamas bottoms.

Bryan was unaware of the shrinkage, as he quietly ate the oatmeal/cornflakes mix he had opted for his breakfast. He had put a lot of sugar on it, wanted something sweet to suppress the horrid night. When the otherwise watchful guard left for a minute, Steve said loud enough for everyone in the room, but not beyond, to hear the words that would replace Bryan's nickname for the longest of times.

"I thought you at least had to be house broken to go to prison," the older boy said loud and quick.

"Who wet their bed?" Someone wanted to know.

"Bryan, but he didn't wet it. He shat in it!"

"Ewww," most of the other boys in the room exclaimed.

"And it smelled nasty, I bet he had the runs!" Steve continued on, happy for his chance in the spotlight that had for so long shined at Charley.

"EWW," an even louder chorus sang out in response.

"He's not a chicken, he must be a baby kitten!"

"SHUT UP!" Charley bellowed, but his voice broke as he said the last word, making for a round of laughing and giggles.

"You gotta buy some kitty litter," someone said over the hooting voices resulting in renewed laughter, though a couple of boys didn't understand the joke.

"Or put him in nappies!"

"Settle down now." The guard had returned.

But much too late for everybody started referring to Bryan as the baby kitten. He wasn't sure which was better to be known as, the chicken or the baby kitten.

Chicken must be better, at least it doesn't have 'baby' in it, he concluded, but didn't have much choice.

Back in the relative privacy and safety of Charley's room, Davey, Bryan and Charley talked to each other. Once in a while someone knocked loudly at the door, asking to see the baby kitten in nappies, but even if Charley was quick on his feet and pulled open the door only seconds later, he never saw who they were.

"Forget 'em, Bryan. They're just stupid mean kids," Davey tried to console the sad younger boy.

"Did you really have an accident?" Charley asked compassionately.

Bryan hung his head lower before he admitted to it.

"Oh well, who cares! We've probably all had accidents."

"I haven't in the longest time, not since I was like six," Davey objected and earned himself a punch to his shoulder and a nasty look from Charley.

"Ow! Why do you hit me?"

"Because you're so damn stupid!"

"I was just saying…"

"Never mind, you're too dumb to understand."

"I'm not… Ooooh, now I get it, sorry Bryan."

"It's okay, they're right y'know? I probably should be wearing nappies."

"No! Why do you think so?" Charley asked.

"'Cuz I always get the runs after you fuck me."

"Shit!"

"Too right. I don't want to have it happen again."

"Did you get the runs after, you know, the uh, the men bummed you?"

"No. Well, a bit of their sperm might leak out, but some toilet paper in my undies took care of that."

"You'd need an entire roll of toilet paper in your undies to stop the runs. Might as well go for the nappy," Davey suggested.

"Fuck you, David," Charley said angrily.

"Sure, I don't get the runs, but you don't wanna!"

"At least you get some things right."

"It's got to be the shampoo or the lotion, maybe both, that gives me the runs," Bryan said.

"But," Charley said, "I can't fuck your bum with nothing to slick it up. Spit won't do, I tried that with Davey and it didn't work."

"Yes, he did and it hurt like hell."

"We need something proper for it, or I'm not letting you bum me again," Bryan said in a firm voice.

"But what? I always just used lotion or shampoo. You're the first to complain."

"All I know is the stuff I used to put in my bum before I had to let the blokes bum me."

"What was that?"

"It was Boy Butter."

"Boy Butter?" Davey fell off the bed while laughing.

Charley had his problems holding his tongue too, nearly tearing up from the effort of suppressing his own laughs.

"Yes! Boy butter!"

"You gotta put butter on your boy's butt, otherwise…" Davey cackled loudly, never finishing what he meant to say.

At that time, Charley couldn't hold it anymore and let loose a few lengthy chuckles too.

"I'm sorry, but that was the name of it. And it was darn good!"

"I want to go to the kiosk with you Charley, when you ask the lady for some Boy butter, not butter from a cow, but butter from a boy, for a boy I mean!"

"I really don't think they have any kind of lubrication there, save for petroleum jelly maybe. But that's only the small tin boxes for lips."

"That wouldn't be enough for even one time," Bryan said.

"So," Charley got serious again, "you're saying you won't let me fuck you if I don't get some of that butter?"

Bryan nodded, didn't want to look Charley in his eyes, expected to see the anger on the older boy's face and afraid of him.

"But, if I get it, you'll let me fuck you as much as I want and as hard as I want? Like in the shower last night?"

Bryan gulped, suddenly remembering the shower scene, how it had hurt at the start, how it had hurt even at the end, even if it had somehow started to feel nice too.

"Yes," he said after a moment of hesitation.

"I might want to fuck you twice and maybe three times a day."

"Okay."

"But you won't have the energy to run anymore then," Davey said.

"I don't care, fucking is almost as good for exercising as running is. It's a lot more fun too.

"Shake on it?" Charley said to the younger boy.

Bryan took the hand and shook it as hard as he could, one time up and one time down before he let go of it."

"That's not enough, you should make him swear on it too," Davey suggested.

"That's fine," Charley said, but was interrupted by Bryan.

"I swear, cross my heart, hope to die, that you can fuck me as hard and as often as you want. IF you get the Boy Butter."

"Alright!"

"How are you going to get it?" Davey wanted to know.

"Don't worry about that, I'll get it."

"You're like Red," Bryan said.

"Red?" Davey wondered out loud.

"Yeah, a guy in prison who could get anything anyone wanted."

Neither of the two other boys had seen Shawshank Redemption, so Bryan had to spend the next fifteen minutes explaining in detail of the movie. His photographic memory helped him as he told of the guy who had been convicted of murdering his wife and sent to prison for life, even if he was completely innocent. How he had been raped in prison, but managed to trick the manager of the prison and finally escape to Mexico. He told of Red, who could have anything smuggled inside the prison, if the person wanting it, could pay enough.

"I'm hardly anything like Red. But, I will get Boy Butter and plenty of it, trust me."

"But how?" Davey still wanted to know.

"I told you, don't worry about how."

"I hate secrets!" the fourteen year-old said frustrated.

"Is that why you can never keep one?" Charley asked, starting a rather boring debate of whether or not Davey could keep a secret and then, just how many secrets Davey hadn't been able to keep during his time in prison.

"Alright," Charley finally said, "Your bum gets a day off, but you better be ready for some bum fucking tomorrow afternoon."

"So soon?" Davey blurted out.

"Yes. I bet you I'll be able to hold it my hand tomorrow at 15:30 the latest."

Charley lost that bet, but it was just a few minutes after the time he had said that he heard a knock on his door and was handed a small blue plastic shopping bag. Inside he found a container with almost half a liter of nothing but Boy Butter. At least it was what the label said it was. He tried opening it, but found tin foil underneath the plastic lid. The tin foil obviously for protecting the contents from drying out or maybe it was there to prevent nosy kids from having a look at what was inside. He put the lid back on the container and tried to come up with a good hiding place for it.

It had not been an easy task getting the special butter, but he had come through with his end of deal, now Bryan had to pay up.

Fortunately for Charley, Phil had been on the second shift the previous day and all it took to convince the queer (In Charley's eyes, not the writer's!) to go and buy and smuggle in the lube, had been to fuck the guard as he was bent over the washing machine. It had been hard for Charley to get his prick firm enough to fuck the creepy man, but once he thought of fucking Bryan it had gotten hard real quick. The much larger and rather hairy hole he had to poke his dick into, of course protected by a rubber, had been a poor excuse for fucking Bryan.

But, it had paid out, Phil had taken the lube into the wing and he would return with another container when needed for another fuck by the teenager with the massive cock.

Chapter 28
Sit tight

"So all I got to do is let this stuff sit on my dick for five minutes and I'll be able to fuck for much longer?" Charley asked, not really believing what Bryan had just told him.

"It's what it says right here," Bryan pointed at the container, "and what the man told me when he explained how it works."

"Hmm, well we'll soon see if it's true or not. You happy?"

"Yes. I'm not really used to having to dig my finger into the goo and put it in my bum like that, but other than that it's what I remember it to be."

"I wonder why they call it butter, it looks nothing like it."

"Dunno, don't care, I know it works, that's the important thing," Bryan said.

He was busy getting some of the Boy Butter onto his finger, and stay there, until he got the finger to his bum hole. There he first smeared the stuff around his hole, making sure to get it well away from the center too, as he knew the massive width of the cock about to be forced through. He got another gob of the somewhat solid muck, at least it was solid until it got onto his finger there it rapidly started melting. He put his finger inside his hole this time, just the tip of it and moved it in a circular motion while inside.

Once more he put some of the lube on his finger and stuck it all the way inside of him, slickening the tight band of his anus. He put a much bigger quantity on both index and middle finger and pushed both slowly inside his bum before he moved them back out a bit and pushed them back in. He spent a full minute finger fucking his bum hole with two fingers before he added his ring finger to the others. The Boy Butter made it much easier for the boy than it had been with the body lotion or the dreaded shampoo.

Bryan didn't know just what Charley had done to get the lube, but he didn't much care about it either. He just hoped for the mild anesthetics to be enough to numb his hole so it would be less painful to take the killer cock of Charley's deep inside his bum. He could feel the slight tinkling sensation start to spread around his sphincter and knew it would only be a matter of minutes before he could allow the bigger kid to do his worst.

Charley impatiently jerked his dick while watching Bryan finger fuck himself. He had already jerked himself off while having Bryan suck on his head until he had squirted his sperm into the young kid's mouth. He had made him open his mouth and show him how much sperm had been shot into it before telling him to go ahead and swallow his small baby makers. That had happened only five minutes ago and already he was busting at the seams again.

The lube was much slicker than shampoo, even slicker than lotion, which had surprised the teen. He wasn't so sure about the numbing effect the stuff claimed to have, but was ready to give it a try. At least the butter didn't burn his sensitive dick head as the shampoo had done. Charley didn't know that the skin inside a bum is much more sensitive than the skin on a dick head, but probably wouldn't have cared much anyway, since it wasn't his bum the shampoo went inside.

"I'm ready," Bryan said, not a moment too soon for Charley, before he turned around on the bed. It was only just after four that afternoon, the rest of the wing, even Davey was outside in the yard. Only the two boys were left and one guard, but the guard was in the guards' duty office doing what guards did when they were in there. Probably picking their noses and eating the boogers, Davey had proposed once when they had talked about what it was they did.

"Finally," Charley said getting up from his armchair. As he approached the boy laying ready on top of the bed, bum raised high, he saw him put a folded up pair of socks into his mouth.

At least it's not his undies, Charley thought, and the socks are probably freshly washed.

He was only right in one of the two assumptions, the socks were certainly not clean. If he had known Bryan a little better, he would've realized the small boy wasn't about to waste a pair of clean socks by getting them all wet from saliva. They were however his own, so he wasn't afraid of biting down on them, not minding the taste of his own sweaty feet. The taste wasn't really bad, unlike the taste of Colt's socks. Bryan had thought it necessary to gag himself to keep his noise to a minimum, fully expecting the older boy to pound him to tears as he fucked him.

Since the little kid had gagged himself so efficiently, Charley thought it had to be due to Bryan wanting him to fuck him hard.

He's turning into Davey, Charley thought, but fine by me.

He took his time working the head of his cock into the little ring, stopped momentarily to enjoy the sudden heat surrounding his dick head as well as the tightness. He pulled back a few millimeters before pushing hard back inside. He only stopped when he felt himself bottom out inside the kid's rectum. Of course, not wanting to be cheated out of the full sensation of having all of his dick inside the small kid he pulled back a couple of centimeters. He lifted up on the boy's hips, forcing his knees to move closer to each other and pushed back in, felt the restricting part inside the bum and managed to find the way around it. As he pushed the rest of his large cock right into the boy, he could hear the muted cries coming from him.

Good thing he put the socks in his mouth, otherwise the guard would think someone was being raped.

Some people say you can't rape the willing, but Bryan did feel like he was being raped, even if he had agreed to the hard fuck. His anus was in good shape, numbed as it was by the Boy Butter, but his sigmoid colon had not been numbed. As it was forced straighter than usual, it protested wildly against the roughness it was subjected to. Bryan couldn't help but scream, but the socks in his mouth blocked the air from moving quickly enough through his vocal cords to form the loud high pitched sound.

Instead only a muffled low sound could be heard. The socks didn't block his tear ducts and his eyes soon filled with tears that made their way down his cheeks, before they were soaked up by Charley's pillow. The small boy faced away from Charley, so the older boy couldn't see the tears pouring down his face. Had he seen them, he would've stopped, probably, at least paused to give the boy a break, before fucking him a little slower.

Since he couldn't see nor hear the boy crying, he carried on with his fuck, fully enjoying himself. He had to give credit to the butter, it had been an easy penetration and allowed for him to fuck much faster in and out of the small kid. Maybe even faster than he had been able to fuck Davey at the latest, before Bryan waltzed into his life.

Charley paced himself, keeping nice and even strokes, not going full speed like one would do in a sprint, but more like you'd run if you were in a 800 meters run. Fast and firm, but not the fastest and wildest, he fucked the little boy for ten minutes with no break. Only then did he decide to change the position in which he was fucking Bryan. He lifted the boy still impaled to the hilt on his cock, by his flanks and moved him further onto the bed. Charley had been standing on the floor, now wanting to kneel behind the little boy.

"Arch your back some more," he told Bryan, "and really push back your little bum."

Charley made a few in and out strokes to make sure his cock would neither bend nor would have too much trouble going back deep inside his little chicken.

No, baby kitten, that's his new name. He's nothing like my other chickens were, so it's only fair he gets called something else than them.

"That's it my kitten, now we can really get the show on the road. Just sit tight and enjoy the ride."

Bryan wondered what Charley meant by that, sit tight, it wasn't like he'd been able to work himself free from the dead grip he had held his hips in so far. Nor was escape made any easier when the older boy pushed down on his shoulders, forcing them into the mattress. Breathing wasn't made simpler either, but at least he could still get just enough air into his lungs. The previous times Charley had fucked him, he'd been able to breathe through his mouth, but with the socks in it now, it just wasn't possible. Even if he wanted to remove them, he couldn't, not with his shoulders restricted like they were.

His sigmoid colon had by then gotten more used to the intrusion, at least it didn't hurt as bad as it had in the beginning. Of course, the real action hadn't yet begun, according to Charley and Bryan was in no position to argue with the older, stronger boy. The brief interlude had been nice, even when he was manhandled into the new position and even with the huge cock he once had feared so much, all the way inside him. He still couldn't quite understand how it was possible for it to go so far into him without something tearing. It only left him with a funny sensation of feeling empty when Charley pulled his dick out of him.

Well, an empty feeling and a dull ache, but the ache got less for each time he was fucked, or so it seemed. Maybe he was just adjusting to the pain, but whatever it was, it made it much more tolerable to be fucked, far more than he had thought possible. Previously, being fucked had meant being used and hurt. While it still hurt, he felt less used. Maybe it was because no money was involved now. There was the question of Charley's protection to factor in, but it felt less dirty being fucked in return of safety. It almost felt as if Charley truly cared for him.

Though, right at that moment Charley cared only for himself, Bryan hadn't objected to being taken hard, had even said yesterday that he could just fuck him as he liked. No, he had solemnly sworn an oath that he could bum him as hard as he wanted to. Right then, he wanted to fuck the boy silly, as hard as he'd have to in order to reach his explosion-like climax.

And later tonight in the shower, I'll fuck him again, he thought as he resumed fucking Bryan, slowly at first but steadily gaining speed. The Boy Butter was still plenty slick, though making less noise than the shampoo/lotion mix had done. Charley found some fun in the other noises coming from the hole he was steadily moving his cock in and out in. Every time he pushed deep inside, which was pretty much every time he pushed in, Bryan would fart, just a little.

The farts didn't smell bad as it was his inwards motions that pushed clean air into the little bum. If anything, they smelled kind of intoxicating to the older boy. It was an 'earthy' kind of smell, he didn't know the proper word for it, but it was musky. Mixed into that was the sweet smell of his own, and probably some of Bryan's, sweat, in short it was the smell of anal sex. The entire room actually reeked of the smell, but neither boy knew it.

The farts came quicker as he again upped the tempo in which he was fucking Bryan. He was back at the speed he had first fucked the little boy, but soon went even quicker. He was rabbit-fucking his baby kitten, using short but very fast and powerful strokes. He kept doing that for as long as he could, which was not long at all, and had to take yet a quick break to catch his breath. The exercise he got from the fucking was far better than running, he used much more energy and it was more fun exercising with someone else, rather than running alone.

Bryan, even if he wasn't moving much, was getting quite a workout too, his heart raced inside his little chest, his lungs desperate for the air his nostrils would allow to pass through, half blocked as they were from the build-up of snot his initial crying had caused. He wanted to blow his nose, but he had to noisily snort it in, and swallow it which was made harder by the two tube socks he had put into his mouth. He had tried to open his mouth enough for him to push the socks out with his tongue, but it had proved impossible.

When Charley stopped the rabbit-fuck and released his shoulders, the little boy was quick to remove the socks, but even when using his fingers it was hard to get them out. He gasped happily as he once again was able to breathe through his open mouth.

"I want to fuck you like I did in the shower the last time. But I don't think I can do it on the bed."

Bryan didn't say anything but moved himself forwards, feeling the giant cock slip slowly out of his bum. When only the head was left inside he had to use a little more force until that too slipped out with an audible pop, not unlike the sound of a cork being pulled out of a bottle of wine. He gasped at the sudden emptiness in his bum, but scrambled down onto the linoleum floor. Fortunately for Bryan, Charley had a small throw rug on the floor, on which he positioned himself on all fours.

He knew exactly how the older boy wanted him, on his hands and knees, back arched so the downwards bending cock could more easily find the way deep into his bum. He put his knees close together so his bum would be as far into the air as was possible while in that position.

Charley put some more of the Boy Butter on his bared dick head as he observed Bryan quietly get into position on the floor. When the smaller boy settled down exactly the way Charley wanted it, he got off the bed too.

The only problem with a baby kitten is its legs are so fucking short, Charley thought as he had to bend his knees almost to the point where he was sitting on his haunches. Again he guided the dick head into the backdoor of his baby kitten before grabbing it by the shoulders. He lurched his hips forwards, impaling Bryan fully with his cock in one mighty push. The little boy only hissed at the sudden movement as he was caught by surprise.

When the proper speed fucking began, long powerful strokes in and out of his bum, Bryan started a never ending series of quiet high pitched moans and gasps. He'd moan as Charley pulled out until only part of the dick head remained inside his bum hole, moan again as the dick was pushed in and gasped when the pelvis of the older boy collided with his upturned buttocks. As the speed increased again, the timing of the moaning and gasping became more erratic, fell out of sync with the thrusting. He continued gasping as his small nuts got hit by the large, low hanging ball sack but the moans got more sporadic.

Bryan's mouth was extremely dry by the time Charley finally made his last energetic thrusts into him. The older boy slumped down on top of him and the sudden burden of having to hold up not only his own lithe body but also the much heavier body of Charley caused him to collapse to the floor. He made a small oompf sound as the air was pushed from his lungs. Lucky for him, Charley had enough sense left in him to support some of his own weight with his arms so he didn't get completely mashed underneath the teen.

They lay like that for a long while, each breathing heavily, large cock still pushed far up the small bottom. Charley pulled it out as he first pushed himself back onto his knees and spread Bryan's small buttocks to inspect the hole for injuries. It was gaping at first, then flinched shut only to relax again. There was no blood to be seen, just a yellow/brownish smear around the hole itself and a bit on one buttock where his prick had slid out against. The big, now slightly floppy prick also had a thin coat of the same colored stuff on it.

With a final sigh, Charley got up on his feet, went to his sink and took his washcloth. When he had let it soak in water for a bit he wringed most of it out and cleaned his prick, taking care to clean it well under the foreskin before he got back down behind the still prone smaller boy. He made him spread his legs and hold his buttocks open so he could wipe the little bum clean, removing the lube and musky anal juice that had seeped out of the bum hole.

He threw the washcloth at the sink, silently whooping as it actually landed inside it, pulled the young boy up on his feet. As he sat down in the armchair, still quite naked, he pulled the equally naked little boy down onto his lap. They sat there for a little while, until Bryan got too bothered from the dryness in his mouth to keep ignoring it. He gently freed himself from the embrace Charley held him in, and went to the sink to get a drink of water. He returned to Charley and helped himself back into the lap of the older boy and sat there enjoying the intimacy he shared with him.

They were still sitting like this, though they'd started kissing each other when they door burst open and Davey came flying inside. He slammed the door shut and leaned back against it with a panicked look on his face.

Chapter 29
Cleaning the sewer

"Damn kid, don't you ever knock?" Charley asked angrily for having his French-kissing interrupted so abruptly.

"Sorry," Davey gasped, "but Steve was after me. He's a fucking weirdo."

"Well, you're safe now."

"Yeah, this time I really thought I was in for it. The fucking guards didn't even do nothing."

"Did he touch you?" Bryan asked.

"He stroked my bum! He wants to have sex with me. He whispered that to me as he did it."

"I'll bloody set him straight. But not right now. Just, uh, sit and relax."

"You've been fucking him haven't you?"

Bryan blushed at the words, tried to find a hole to hide in but had to settle with staying put in Charley's lap. It wasn't the worst of places to be sitting, after all.

"Yeah, harder than I've ever fucked you," Charley said but with a loving tone in his voice that made the crude words sound so much nicer.

"Right, it sure smells like it too, did you enjoy it Bryan?"

Bryan nodded, and though he was stretching the truth a little, it wasn't much. He had enjoyed the closeness of the older and stronger boy, but it would still be some time before he truly enjoyed having the big monster of a prick so deeply inside of him. The powerful and viselike grip he had been in for most of the time while Charley hammered his prick inside him had made him feel small and helpless. But he didn't completely dislike that feeling, not when it was Charley who made him feel like that.

"You ought to open the window though, it really stinks of bum hole in here," Davey suggested, "not that I don't appreciate the smell, you know."

Bryan giggled at that. He snuggled up closer to Charley who in turn kissed the top of the younger boy's head.

"Maybe you could make yourself useful and open it for us, we're kind of busy here."

"Don't mind me. I'll be real quiet."

Charley didn't ask Bryan if he was okay with kissing and petting with a spectator, but since Davey hardly could leave the room alone with Steve likely waiting for him in the corridor he didn't object to it. As Charley resumed kissing him, he all but forgot Davey was there in the room with them. He only remembered it when he felt Davey tugging at his knee. He allowed the fourteen year old to spread his legs apart and gasped into Charley's mouth when he experienced the warm, moist sensation of a mouth engulfing his little stiffy.

Charley had as per usual completely disregarded the young boy's penis. It was as if it didn't exist to the older boy, but that only made it feel so much better now that Davey sucked on it. Davey knew from experience that Charley would never touch another boy's dick, regardless of its size and he knew very well what it felt like to have been fucked and not manage to get off during it. Even if the much smaller boy had really been fucked harder than Charley had, he very much doubted the boy would've gotten off from it. Even if sucking the little thing was a sore substitute for the much larger prick of Charley's, it made Davey feel as if he was still taking part in the sex he until so recently had had with the older boy.

He was quite happy when he felt the little penis jump rhythmically in his mouth, even if he wasn't rewarded with the nice taste of sperm as Bryan's little balls didn't produce anything yet. He wasn't offended by the firm push at his forehead forcing him to abandon the spit-slickened little morsel. He just sat back on his haunches, taking in the sight of two boys, one large, one small, making love to each other by kissing.

After a few minutes sitting like that, he moved back in, sucked the by then little limp penis into his mouth and was delighted when he felt it once again come back to live. He was able to suck much longer on it the second time before it again tried to shoot stuff it couldn't into his mouth. He moved his mouth off of it before it got too ticklish for Bryan to endure and let the boys kiss uninterruptedly while he wanked his five incher [12 cm] until he shot his sperm. At last, the two boys stopped their kissing.

"Bryan, I'm going to stick my prick in you again when we shower, but your bum is kind of messy. Davey, you know how to deal with that, don't you?"

Davey nodded happily, excited to be included in more of the sex stuff taking place.

"Cool, make sure he is properly cleaned, maybe you should fuck him just to make sure."

"Alright! Bryan put on your clothes, we need to go to my room."

"But what about Steve?"

"Don't worry about that pussy, I'll make sure he isn't out there," Charley said.

The two naked boys put their clothes back on, Davey helped Bryan, though it would've probably been faster for the young boy to put his clothes on by himself. Davey and Bryan dashed to the fourteen year-old's room while Charley looked out for Steve or any other kid that might want to do something to them.

"So, the baby kitten has a messy bum, no worries, I got a real good fix for that," Davey said as if he was talking to a toddler, after he had closed his door shut.

He started rummaging through the contents of his cupboard while mumbling to himself.

"Ah, here it is," he triumphed and held up an old bottle that had once held lemonade, but it was impossible to see what flavor it had been. The label had pretty much disintegrated and the bottle itself showed signs of having been compressed a lot of times.

"See, the top can be removed, then you fill it with water and put the top back on, then you put it really snug up against your bum hole and push the bottle. The water goes into your bum and you put more water into the bottle and push that inside the bum as well. You just keep doing that until your bum is full of water and then you sit on the loo and push it out like you're going potty. It's dead easy but I'll help you since it's your first time."

The excited fourteen year-old took a long deep breath of air as he had explained what Bryan needed to do without stopping to breathe.

"I usually just do it here, but it might be better to go to the loo straight away. I'll go with you, so you won't even have to leave the stall."

After having made sure Charley was still keeping watch in the corridor, they dashed to the loos. One of the three loos was in a room on its own, complete with a sink. Fortunately it wasn't occupied at the time and the two boys went in there.

"Right, drop 'em," Davey told Bryan.

"No, leave your shirt on, you just need to take your pants down, like if you go potty. Oh, never mind then, just take all your clothes off maybe it is better for you that way. I'll put the water in the bottle."

Bryan carefully folded his clothes one item at a time as he took them off. He made sure to put them well away from where water might get to them, not wanting them to get wet or worse, get messy from when the water came back out of his bum. He wasn't sure of the whole water-in-bum thing, but it sure seemed like a small price to pay for not being fucked with a bum of nasty stuff. When he had completely undressed Davey asked him to lay down on his knees and push his bum high up.

"This will feel kind of strange, but don't move."

Bryan felt the top of the bottle connect to his bum hole and push at it. Then he felt the first squirt of water entering it. It wasn't an altogether unpleasant feeling as Davey had made sure the water wasn't too hot or cold for the boy. Another squirt of water that ended with a bit of air, was sent into his bum. It was only a half-liter plastic bottle so it was a rather limited amount of water that entered the bum every time Davey compressed the bottle with his hand.

"Stay like that as I refill the bottle."

A moment later, the bottle returned to his hole and another 3½ deciliters water was pushed into his bum. The water made its way slowly deep into his bowels with strange gurgling noises both boys found it funny to listen to.

"Just lay there for another five minutes, then you can sit on the loo and push it all out," Davey told the kneeling boy as he patted the upturned rump in front of him.

When nearly all the time had run out, Bryan thought it no longer so funny, laying there on his knees and elbows while the water went into places certainly not meant for water to flow. He patiently lay there until Davey finally told him to get up and go on the loo. The water gushed out of him violently at first, then he had to strain harder to expel more of it. When he finally couldn't get more to come out he looked up at Davey who held his nose.

"I never thought something so nasty could come out of a boy so pretty as you," he told Bryan in a very nasal voice as he still held his nostrils tightly shut.

Bryan shrugged his small shoulders and reached back to flush the toilet. He dared not look into the bowl before flushing as Davey was right, it sure didn't smell like roses.

"We'll do it one more time, then see if you need a third."

The water that exited the small boy was quite clean after the second time, but Davey persuaded Bryan into a third enema, this time administered by Bryan on his own.

"Just so I know you can do it properly on your own. You can keep the bottle in your room, I don't think I'll need it again any time soon," he said the last part in a sad voice.

"I kind of wish my willy was bigger, so I could do it to you," Bryan said.

"Thanks, I really appreciate it, but it'll probably be years before yours will get big enough," Davey said while studying the shriveled up little 1½ inch [4 cm] penis of his younger friend. It sure was pretty but most of it seemed to be made up by the foreskin.

"Besides I think it's only the older kids who get to fuck the younger ones. Not the other way around," he told the boy sitting on the loo with his knees spread quite a lot apart.

"Why?"

"Don't know, but it seems like it."

"It doesn't have to be that way."

"Maybe not, but even when you have a stiffy, you're still much too small to fuck me."

"You're probably right, but who says I have to use my willy to fuck you?"

"What're you thinking of?"

"I dunno, just making suggestions."

"Hmm, okay. Wipe your bum if you've finished, then we can go see if it's clean enough."

Bryan bore down one final time, but nothing came out, not even one little fart. After he had wiped his bum using plenty of toilet paper he put his clothes back on.

Chapter 30
Life's a bitch

There were a couple of kids talking in the corridor when Davey quickly stuck his head to check if the coast was clear, but none of them paid any attention to the two boys as they quickly went across to Bryan's room.

"Just kneel on the bed, we've not enough time to get nekkid and everything," Davey said to Bryan.

Bryan climbed up on the bed, sat on his knees and hands and let Davey pull his pants and undies down to bunch up around his thighs. The older boy kneeled on the floor behind him and used his hands to spread Bryan buttocks.

"It looks clean enough to eat," he said, mostly to himself, and swiped his tongue over the little hole, tentatively. When he didn't taste, nor smell anything bad, he kissed and licked it for a few minutes before spitting on it.

"We forgot the butter, so I'm just gonna fuck you using spit. Just tell me if you want me to stop."

"Okay. Just hurry, I don't want to be late for dinner."

"Don't worry I can't fuck for as long as Charley, unfortunately."

"I kind of like it more when you do it than when Charley does."

"Aw, you don't have to say that to make me feel better."

"I'm not."

"Really?"

"Yeah, Charley is just so, uh, wild. He's like an animal."

"Don't you just love it when he fucks really fast just before he shoots?"

"No, I can't breathe proper when he does it really fast."

"Just tell him. He won't mind, I think. I never really said no to him."

"Hmm. You going to just jerk it until you squirt or did you tell me to sit like this for a reason?"

"What happened to being nice?"

"I'm hungry! And if we're late all the good food will be gone."

"Keep your pants on. Rather, keep them down, it's almost ready."

Davey drippled spit onto his dick and got up to stand behind Bryan. He drippled some more spit onto his crack and spread it with a finger.

"You ready?"

"I've been ready for a while now, it's your willy that we've been waiting for… Ohh!" Bryan moaned loudly as his bum hole was penetrated by the slick five incher [12 cm], "when you do it like that, there's no telling it's smaller than Charley's," he whined.

"You told me to hurry up, so I'm hurrying. Shit, it won't be long, I don't think I'll be able to give you the nice feelings."

"Just hurry and squirt in me so we can go eat."

And that was exactly what Davey did. After he shot a modest amount of sperm into Bryan, the small boy wiped the spit from it and put a couple of pieces of toilet paper into his undies before he pulled up his pants.

"Come on, tuck your willy in and let's go, I'm famished."

"Damn, you're bossy today."

"No, I'm just hungry, but I'm not going out there alone."

"Right."

As it was, the boys had plenty of time as the guard was only just pushing the cart laden with food into the commons room as they got there. Bryan lit up as he saw it was hamburger day. Though the burgers were small and had been cooked too long, they were quite edible when drowned in tomato ketchup. The small boy had already eaten one and was debating with the guard to let him have two instead of just one more before Charley showed up.

"But, there's plenty of it, we usually get three each and it'll be much less work for you if you just give me two now instead of making me eat one and then come back for another," Bryan tried reasoning with the guard.

"You can eat the one on your plate, then return if you can eat another. Or you can go to your room and go to bed early tonight. Now, what will it be?"

"Okay, Sir, you win."

"Here, have mine," Charley said when Bryan returned to the table the older boy had claimed as being theirs.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I don't much care for burnt minced meat. I'll just eat the bag of crisps I bought at the kiosk today."

"Oh man, I forgot all about that being today!" Bryan whined.

"Oh yes, that's right your fancy attorney was here today."

"Just because he wasn't appointed doesn't mean he's any better," Davey butted in.

"He's real good," Bryan objected, mouth full of half-eaten burger.

"Eww, didn't your mum teach you not to speak with your mouth full?"

Bryan chewed a bit more before swallowing.

"Yes, she did, but she's not around here now."

"I kind of liked you better when you were just a little shy posh kid," Charley said grinning.

"I'm still little and too posh for this place, and look what being shy did to me. If I hadn't been so shy I'd never met Colt and never would've had to go to prison."

"You might have ended up here anyway, life's a bitch, Bryan."

"Yeah, and then you die," Davey added.

"Well, we ain't dead yet!" Bryan said.

"That's fer sure, my little hillbilly," Charley agreed, "What did your expensive attorney say then?"

"He said the police claimed to be able to proof that the blood on my clothes couldn't have gotten on them like it did, if Lewis had been lying on the ground and I on top of him like I told them. I don't know how they can tell, but Dan said that it is possible, he told me to think of a way to explain it better if I am to testify in court. My mum won't allow it, she thinks I'm too little, but maybe it's just what I got to do."

"Hmpf, the magistrate won't care about what you say. The one in my trial sure didn't listen to me."

"Me neither, but my attorney was really stupid too."

"We both got royally screwed by the system. I'm not saying I didn't do what they said I did, all I'm saying is it didn't happen the way they thought it did and it sure wasn't intentionally," Charley said.

"I just don't know what to say or if I should say anything at all."

"Just don't change what you say too much, or the prosecutor will only make it look like you're lying."

"That's what Dan said too. But I've already lied to them, I didn't just happen to find him lying there on the ground."

"There's still some time to think it over, I'll help you if you want," Charley offered.

"Me too," Davey said.

"Thanks guys."

"You're welcome. Now eat up, you need it to grow big and strong like me."

"I'm not really hungry anymore."

"You better finish that burger anyway, you're not getting any of my crisps."

Bryan took another small bite of the burger, but as he sat there chewing, it felt like it was growing inside his mouth. He had to take a sip of water in order to swallow it. He pushed the plate away from him, suddenly disgusted with the food on it. The burnt hamburger meat with way too much ketchup on it and the crusty buns had lost what little charm they once had held.

"I'm done!" He stated firmly.

"Okay, want to go to my room?" Charley asked.

"Not really, would you mind if I just wanted to sit in my room and think for a while?"

"No, that's quite alright. As long as you remember our evening shower?"

"Sure," the small boy said, not really sounding enthusiastic about having a prick enter him for the third time that day.

"Great, I'll come get you when it's time."

"Right."

As the boys split up, Bryan went to his own room and Davey went with Charley to the older boy's room. Bryan was tired, the meeting with his attorney in the morning had been tough. Even as much as he liked his attorney, some of the questions he had asked had been difficult to answer, he had gotten a headache from thinking so much. As if that hadn't been enough, the brutal bum fuck by Charley had made his bum hurt too, so both of his ends were hurting. He sighed and left his room, went to the guards' room and asked for some painkillers.

"Are you feeling ill? It isn't really the season for the flu is it?" the guard had asked him.

"No I just have a headache."

"Did you drink enough water, it's been a pretty warm day, don't you think?"

"Yes, look, it's just a headache, can I please have some Calpol?"

"Okay. Let me see what we have."

The guard went to the large medicine cabinet and unlocked it. Inside were boxes with each kid's medicine and bottles with vitamins and other tidbits.

"Aha, we do have Calpol. Here, fill this cup with water, there's a jug of water behind you."

Bryan filled the one use plastic cup almost to the rim. The guard had him take a sip from it then poured the powdery contents of two sachets into the cup. He made Bryan wait for the powder to fully dissolve before he told him to go ahead and drink it.

"If it doesn't make your headache go away before you come to fetch your meds, let me know then and I'll give you something else."

"Thank you."

"Right, scoot now."

Bryan went back to his room and sat cross-legged on his bed with his back against the somewhat cold concrete wall. He dared not lay down or he'd surely fall asleep, only to wake up in the middle of the night, confused and unable to go back to sleep.

He tried to clear his mind from all of the tough questions he couldn't find the answers to, but found it impossible to do so. Every time he managed to think of something else, he suddenly found himself busy trying to come up with the answers again. He was quite pleased when he heard his door open and saw Charley enter his room. At least it meant that for the next hour or so, he'd be too busy being fucked senseless to worry about his future.

Charley didn't disappoint Bryan, the rigorous fuck with only a few breaks to change positions left him gasping for air and his bum quite full of sperm. Charley had bypassed the usual blowjob and went directly for the main course of the meal. He'd only given the smaller boy just enough time to get his bum hole lubed before he turned him around and took him hard from behind up against the cold tiles of the shower stall. Five minutes of furious pumping was what it took him to squirt his sperm inside Bryan.

After the older boy regained his breath, he had Bryan down on all fours and just as hard drove his monster cock fully in and out of the whimpering small boy. When his knees started hurting too much, he pulled his cock out of the boy and got him to turn over so he lay on his back. While Bryan did that, Charley took their clothes, bunched them up in a pile and placed them under Bryan's lower back. He got the two towels and placed them under his own knees to cushion them from the hard tiles.

Thus prepared for more action, he lifted the small boy's feet up onto his shoulders and zeroed his prick back into Bryan's bum. He had to push the boy's legs further back to gain entry, but then his prick easily slid into the hole. The large head nudged at Bryan's prostate before it slid further into the boy. Due to the curvature of Charley's cock, it kept sliding against the small prostate a couple of inches inside the boy's rectum. The continuous manipulation of the happy spot sent confusing signals to Bryan's brain.

The signals told Bryan this felt nice, strange yes, but bloody nice too and since his bum hole had long ago stopped protesting to the fat intruder that had so abruptly pushed itself into and through it, he was finally able to tell why Davey enjoyed being fucked so much.

The small boy was happy that he had remembered to pee just before they went into the shower room, as he would've surely pissed not only himself but also Charley if he hadn't. It truly felt like he had to go, but he knew his bladder had to be empty. Yet, a few drops of pee fell from his flaccid dick onto his stomach. He didn't feel it happen and wouldn't have cared if he had. The feelings his prostate sent out weren't exactly the same he had felt when Davey had sucked on his little stiffy, weren't yet as intense as those that had come from his dick head, but he still knew that if Charley kept doing what he did, it would drive him mad.

Bryan felt it when the large cock reached the end of his rectum, hissed as it straightened out what was supposed to be curved and gasped as it reached a depth inside of him that it hadn't before. He moaned as he felt Charley withdrawing his cock, felt the sliding over his prostate this time in reverse. It still felt strange, but nonetheless good.

It's like pooing a really massive one out! Bryan thought and that had always been a nice feeling to the boy.

He wasn't sure of what to compare the feeling of being stuffed full of the cock again, pooing in reverse sounded stupid and simply not possible. Then he realized it didn't compare to anything he had ever felt before.

This must be what being fucked is supposed to feel like, he told himself, this is why Davey likes it so much.

He would have been quite content with being fucked and having the nice feelings he was experiencing at that moment, but little did he know, it was only about to get even better.

Charley had been going in and out rather slowly, testing the new position, one he wasn't so familiar with, as Davey had complained about it making Charley's cock going way too bloody far into his body. The little boy laying doubled over under him now didn't seem to have any problems with him going as far into him as he could. All he did was gasp rather cutely, almost the way a girl surely would've if he had fucked one. He hadn't had that pleasure yet, had been arrested and imprisoned just as puberty really set in.

Hell, he had been as hairless as the little kitten he was fucking now, although his cock had never been as small. That Bryan's dink was small as a baby's, only made it easier for the older boy to imagine he was fucking a girl. A girl with one hell of a clitoris and no breasts, but a damned nice and tight fanny.

I have to get him to grow his hair long, he'll look like the prettiest little girl then.

Unconsciously Charley sped his in and out movements up. The imaginary picture of Bryan with hair down to his buttocks and a fanny that seemed so small but was oh so deep, really got his blood boiling.

The more intense fucking increased the level of nice feelings radiating from within Bryan's bum, he could scarcely believe it, it tickled him like crazy.

No, it's not tickling me, it's fucking good. Better than good, it's… Oh shit, shiiiiiit… Oh my God!

Bryan's bum hole started twitching then tried to contract itself around the massive cock still pushing in and out of it. His scrotum had tightened even more than it had been, pulled his small nuts right up against his little penis, then tightened even further before relaxing a bit for half a second and tightened yet again. His penis, still flaccid, jerked as well in sync with his scrotum and bum hole. His body was desperately trying to shoot out sperm, when nothing came, it tried again and yet again.

It was both painful and lovely, in a way that mere words can't describe, to Bryan as he underwent his first anal orgasm. Painful because of the more-than-wide, fat cock that restricted his bum hole from flexing shut. Lovely simply because. He might have been a small, smaller-than-usual eleven year-old boy, but he was orgasming like he was a full grownup man. Apart from being unable to shoot sperm of course.

Charley could feel the pulses in the hole he didn't stop fucking his cock in and out of. It made the hole much harder to fuck as it first gripped his cock like he had put in a vice and then let up only to grip it tightly again. Davey had tried to tell him what it was like, squirting sperm without touching his dick, but he couldn't, wouldn't, believe it could be so nice to have a dick move in and out of his arse. Yet, Davey had shot his sperm as Charley was pumping into him, so it had to feel somewhat nice anyway.

It wasn't but for a moment that his moving in and out was hindered somewhat, as the kiddy orgasm left Bryan's body, his hole loosened right up again. The small boy looked quite knackered when Charley for a moment opened his eyes to look at the boy he was fucking. But he really didn't have to do anything anyway, just lie there and wait for Charley to finish.

Charley had not finished pushing in and out when Bryan felt yet another kiddy cum approach. It built up much more slowly than the first ever anal orgasm he had experienced, allowing the kid more time to enjoy the nice feelings before they again turned almost painful. His little hole twitched again, no less enthusiastic than the first time, but for a shorter period of time.

When Bryan realized Charley hadn't yet finished and the bum fuck was hurting him more than it made him feel nice, he was about to say something to try and stop him. He didn't get the chance as Charley just then sped up massively only to suddenly stop and push so hard against Bryan's bum that the small boy wondered when the large balls would follow the a-donkey-would-be-proud-to-have cock inside his bum. He could feel the cock had gotten stiffer, almost seemed larger than it had been, but that couldn't be possible.

Then he noticed the way it almost jumped around inside him and he knew it was spewing sperm deep inside him. He enjoyed listening at the happy, almost meowing sounds Charley made as his balls emptied themselves.

Before the older boy had a chance to let himself fall down on top of the smaller boy, who would have probably broken every bone in his body if he had, Bryan wrestled himself out from underneath Charley. It was no small feat, but he didn't want to end up with the weight of the older boy on top of him again, surely not as he had been doubled up with his knees right up next to his flushing cheeks. The large teenager must've surely weighed around 80 kg [175 lbs inch], more than double of what Bryan weighed in at soaking wet.

Charley did collapse right after Bryan had gotten out from underneath him and the smaller boy lay down just as beat as the much larger one. When they'd finally gotten their breathing under control, they washed each other under the steaming hot water. It wasn't a problem for Charley to wash Bryan, but he had to sink down on his knees when the smaller boy wanted to wash Charley's hair. The difference in their height was around 50 cm [20 inch], too much for Bryan to comfortably reach the top of Charley's head while standing.

The guard who let them out of the shower, was the same who had given Bryan the Calpol.

"I see the meds worked just fine," he said when he saw it was Bryan who had been in the shower with Charley.

"Yes, thank you, Sir," Bryan managed to say before he turned and quickly caught up to Charley. Unlike other nights after their shower, he went into the older boy's room with him.

"Charley, can we stop doing it in the shower? Please?"

"Why?"

"'Cuz I don't like it when everyone knows what we're doing."

"It's none of their business. The guards have never said anything."

"Haven't you seen their looks?"

"Looks don't hurt, Bryan."

"I just don't like it, is all. Also it's much more comfortable doing it in bed."

"You're right about that. I just enjoy showering with you afterwards, it's so nice."

"We could still shower together, but only showering."

"I have to think it through. I've always fucked my chicken in the shower at night. Hurry up, put the towel and your dirty clothes in your room, they must've already started handing out the meds and they don't like if we're late."

"Okay, just promise me you'll consider it."

"I will."

"Goodnight, Charley."

"C'mere, let me kiss you goodnight, my baby kitten."

"I'm not a baby!"

"You're my baby."

"That really doesn't make it sound any better."

"Okay, but you're still my kitten then."

"I don't mind being a kitten, it's better than being a chicken."

"Shut up and kiss me back."

They got their meds that night, but just made it before the cut off time. They would've still gotten their meds however, it was prescription medicine and as such the guards had to sign off when they gave the kids their meds and make sure they swallowed the pills.

"G'night Charley," Bryan said in a low voice as they parted ways there in the corridor to be locked into their room for the rest of the evening and night. The small boy couldn't concentrate on the book he was reading but spent the time until he fell asleep wondering why God had made it feel so good to be fucked in the bum and then make it a sin if you let someone do it.

Chapter 31
Big brains

The next morning, it being a Wednesday, meant school was back in session. Only the prison version of school, which meant nobody really learnt anything. Least of all Bryan who instead have plenty of time to daydream mixed with thinking of what to say to the police about how the blood got onto his clothing. Or if he should play dumb and say he just didn't know. The police had ordered him to be evaluated by a psychiatrist, both to test his intelligence and to see if he'd be able to appear in court when the trial would start.

The police prosecutor had told Dan that they would go on with the case, that they had enough evidence to put him on trial for the murder and thought they had the evidence to get him convicted for it. He had asked Dan what would happen if he was found guilty and convicted. How much time he thought he'd have to be in prison and when Dan had told him, he wanted to just hide his face in his hands and cry. He simply couldn't believe what he had been told.

Dan had said, Bryan would most likely have to be in prison until he turned eighteen. That was the best case scenario, mostly wishful thinking to hope for that. Worst case, twenty-five years in prison, maybe more due to the nature of the murder, which meant he'd stay where he was, at Prankhurst, until he'd turn eighteen, then would be transferred to a real prison, one for adults. So almost seven years here, and then go to a place where he'd probably be the youngest too. Surely there had to be guys into small boys there as well.

He wondered what he would do if a big fat guy walked up to him and said the same as Charley had said to him. That he'd protect him if he'd let the fat guy use him as a fuck toy.

I'd more than likely let him use me, though it would never be the same as with Charley. Hopefully the big fat guy won't make me wear a dress and makeup like a girl, he thought.

That would be even more humiliating than being fucked by a sleazy old, fat guy. If Bryan had to dress like a girl, then everyone would know that he took it up his arse, probably they'd think he enjoyed it too. Which he didn't.

Or do I?

"Oy, big brain, explain to this sad bloke what really happened when England bombarded Copenhagen back in 1912," Adam said loudly.

Bryan had to think for a bit, 1912 that was just before the First World War, had England been at war with Denmark then?

"I think you mean 1801, not 1912. We, I mean England, sunk most of the Danish fleet just outside their capitol," Bryan explained, "then the ships sailed closer to the city and fired upon it until the Danes surrendered. 'Twas Nelson who commanded the English ships."

"Jeez, my head would explode if I had to walk around with so much information in my brain."

Bryan almost started a lengthy explanation of the impossibility of your head exploding from being able to store and recall lots of information in your mind, but realized the older kid had only been joking. He let his head fall back onto his hands on the table and resumed worrying about the future.

He couldn't see any easy way out of it. If the prosecutor was right, and Bryan saw no reason as to why he wouldn't be, he would be found guilty and had to serve a great deal of his life in prison.

I did kill Lewis, so why do I bother worrying about the punishment for it? I'll surely go to hell when I die anyway. And compared to being free, it's really not so bad being in prison.

The psychiatrist came and talked to Bryan five times while he waited for the police and prosecutor to build the case against him. He made him take an IQ test, in which the young boy scored between 145 and 150, which impressed even Bryan. He knew he was smarter than the average kid, but he never would've thought himself so intelligent. He didn't share his score with the other kids, felt quite embarrassed of being so smart and yet having done something so stupid to get himself into prison. And still he couldn't come up with a way of avoiding having to spend so many years being locked up.

Charley agreed to stop fucking Bryan in the shower room, he'd only begun fucking his first chicken and then Davey in the shower because the shampoo made it quite a messy affair and it had just been easier to clean up afterwards when they were already in the shower. Instead Charley would fuck Bryan in the young boy's bed, both of them enjoying the much softer surface of the mattress, and then they'd go enjoy washing each other afterwards.

Chapter 32
Five minutes or more?

It was a few days before Davey's fourteenth birthday when Bryan asked him what he would like as a present. It took Davey mere seconds to realize what he wanted, but another day and a half before he drummed up the courage to ask for it.

"What I'd really, really like for my birthday," he told the younger boy, "is to have Charley fuck me, just one last time."

Both boys knew that wouldn't be easy to arrange, but Bryan said he'd do what he could to make it happen.

In the shower, later that day, Bryan popped the question to Charley.

"Charley, could you like… uh, no, would you please, damn… Davey-wants-you-to-fuck-him-as-his-birthday-present… Pretty please."

"Whoa, slow down, Bryan, I only heard Davey and birthday, what about it?"

"I asked if you'd please fuck him, you know, in the bum, for his birthday?"

"Oh man, Bryan I don't know. I only want to fuck one bum in this prison and that's yours."

"But, it would mean the world to him, you know I can't fuck him."

"Heh, no, not with this little thing," Charley said and grabbed hold of Bryan's penis.

"Ow! Stop it, you're going to pull it right off."

"I'm only trying to help you."

"What?"

"Yeah, I'm trying to make it longer."

"That'll never work, ow, I mean it, stop tugging it!"

"Alright, kitten, look, no damage done."

"Easy for you to say."

"Didn't I see you sneak out a wiener sausage from dinner one night?"

Bryan blushed, remembering his intentions for where to put that sausage, how he had tried to stick it into Davey's bum. How slippery it had gotten and how it had suddenly vanished right up the older kid's bum. Davey had managed to poo it back out in the loo, but it sure hadn't been a great experience for either of the boys.

"It didn't work well," Bryan confessed.

"No, Davey told me."

"He did?!"

"Yes. I gotta give you credit for trying, but no points for the performance."

"I figured it looked a bit like a willy, but it just got so darn slick I couldn't hold onto it."

"There's no substitute for the real thing, unless you get a proper dildo I guess."

"A dildo?"

"Yes, a fake cock."

"Oh. Oooh, yeah I seen one of those in a movie."

"Surely it wasn't Snow White?"

"No, a porn movie. Colt made me watch them with him."

"Ah, right."

"But, could you fuck Davey, just this once?"

"I just told you I only want to fuck you, didn't I?"

"I could maybe make it worthwhile for you."

"How? I already get to do what I want with you."

"Well, how about we spend all of Sunday inside my room, doing nothing but sexy stuff?"

"We already did that."

"I know, but this time I won't ask you to stop, no matter how long you want to fuck me for. We could eat a lot for breakfast and skip lunch?"

"Davey really means this much to you?"

"He'd do the same for me and for you too."

"Okay then. I'll give him the fucking of his life so next time he'll be more careful of what he wish for."

"No, Charley, not like that, you'll fuck him proper so it'll make him feel good. You can do it the other way with me on Sunday."

"You should think of becoming a salesman."

"Sure, so I can sell used cars when I get out of prison when I'm like forty."

"Sorry, I didn't think before I said that. Just remember that there will come a time where you won't be in prison no more. Don't throw that time away by giving up now, y'hear?"

"You sound like my dad now," Bryan sighed and let go of his penis. He had unconsciously fiddled with it the entire time while they had talked. It stood proud now, all of his two inches [5 cm].

Charley saw it, but didn't comment.

"He's right you know? You have a brilliant mind, it would be a shame to let it go to waste here. What happened with the tutor and stuff?"

"My dad's still trying to work something out, but it has to wait until after the trial. Something to do with keeping my name secret to the public and all."

"I bet it's still all over the news, it isn't every day a kid goes on trial for murdering a seven year-old kid. Only you got to remember, you did not murder him, it was an accident!"

"Not according to the police."

"No, but they weren't there. Anyway, I saw the school books on your desk, you keeping up with your class?"

"I haven't looked in any of the books since I got them, I can't stop thinking about the trial long enough to be able to concentrate on schoolwork."

Charley was the one to sigh then. He shut off the water and helped wipe down the smaller boy's body with his own towel.

"Okay," Charley told Bryan the next day, "I'll fuck Davey. But you have to do something too."

"What?"

"Before I fuck him, you'll lick and suck on his bum hole, like he did yours back then. While you do that, he'll suck my cock and eat my sperm. When he's done with that you'll put the butter on his hole and on my cock. Then you'll lay on the bed and suck his prick while he sucks yours and I fuck him. When I've shot in him you'll clean my cock and Davey's hole with your tongue. Davey and you will then kiss each other until I'm ready to go again and I'll fuck his bum while you fuck his mouth."

Bryan wasn't sure what to make of the cleaning of Charley's cock after it had been inside Davey's bum, not to talk about cleaning Davey's bum, but came to the conclusion that it was a small price to pay for Davey's birthday wish to come true. He agreed to the proposed terms.

"Don't say anything to him, let's surprise him," Charley told Bryan.

Bryan hoped Davey would be happy with the arrangement. He hadn't mentioned Bryan having any part in his wish for Charley to fuck him one last time. He didn't want to ruin it for the soon-to-be fourteen year-old, on the other hand, Charley wouldn't fuck him unless Bryan was there.

It's simply the best deal I could make, the eleven year-old thought.

It ruined the surprise somewhat when Bryan told Davey to go to the loo and rinse his bum out. The now fourteen years old boy lit up as he immediately understood his dream was about to come true.

"Don't rush it, make sure it's 100% clean," Bryan said, fully knowing that he was expected to not just kiss the bum hole but also stick his tongue inside it. Charley had explained in more detail what he was supposed to do, the night before in the shower.

It was Saturday, just after lunch, when Davey went to prepare his bum for action. Bryan didn't have to wait long before Charley came to his room, the older boy having seen Davey leave for the loo.

"You are going to do it, right?" Charley asked.

"Yes, I am. We agreed on it."

"We did, just making sure you're not trying to back out of it. You have to lick him real good."

"I'll kiss his bum exactly like I kiss you on your mouth. It'll probably even taste better too."

"Haha, very funny."

"Kiss me!" Bryan demanded and Charley gave into the younger boy's command.

"Now I can compare the taste to that of Davey's."

"I knew that had something to do with it. When we're done doing Davey, just brush your teeth. I don't want to taste his bum on your breath later tonight."

"You're going to fuck me tonight?"

"Sure."

"Even after squirting three times in Davey?"

"Yeah, I'll be hungry for your tight arse, it's so much better than Davey's."

Bryan was amazed, wondered if he would turn out to be like Charley when he turned fifteen. He sure hoped he wouldn't. It seemed to him as if the older boy was controlled by his willy, not the other way around.

"Take your clothes off, we might as well be ready when he gets back."

Meanwhile, Davey was laying on his knees with him bum raised high, impatiently waiting for the first enema to do its job. He really wanted to get it over and done with, so he could get fucked by the nine inch [23 cm] cock he had once dreaded so much. Now, he was missing it far too much. The sex with Bryan was nice, but fucking the small boy wasn't the same as being fucked. The way he shot his sperm and the feelings that went with it were just so different. The result was much the same, his nuts ended up being drained, but shooting from being fucked was the best feeling.

When he had finally finished the fourth enema, he was certain there was nothing left inside his bum and nearly skipped back to Bryan's room. He was rather pleased that the small boy had chosen to share Charley with him. He didn't mind at all that it was to be a threesome orgy, as the two kids were the people he adored the most.

Davey most willingly shed his clothes and got onto the bed on all fours like instructed to by Bryan. He had anticipated feeling a finger worm itself into his bum and wasn't at all surprised to feel his buttocks being spread. The real surprise came when he felt what could only be Bryan's tongue circling his hole and only then did he fully understand why Bryan had been so adamant about him cleaning himself out properly. He gasped at the unexpected gentle touches of the warm and almost velvet-like soft organ lapping at his backdoor.

He could feel the warm moist air from the younger boy's nostrils as he exhaled and the colder room temperate air passing over his skin as he breathed in and moaned as the little tongue firmed up and pushed at his bum hole. He willed his anus to relax, helping the small boy to lick deeper into his bum. Bryan's tongue didn't reach far of course, the boy was after all neither a cow nor a snake and his tongue was much the same size as any other little boy at the age of eleven. But it didn't matter much to Davey, he fully appreciated the small boy's efforts of eating out his arse.

Charley let the two youngsters have their fun, Bryan seemed to rather enjoy the taste of Davey's bum hole and Davey seemed to be in some faraway place. Charley waited another minute just taking in the sight in front of him, it almost looked as if Bryan was nursing on Davey's arse. It was so perverse that the kids would do this, he almost felt bad for corrupting their young minds. He didn't have any qualms kneeling in front of Davey and have him suck on his cock however.

As they had plenty of time and Charley wasn't anxious to shoot his sperm, he let Davey suck on his cock like the birthday boy wanted. After nine minutes of this, Davey sucking his cock and Bryan sucking on Davey's arsehole, the youngest boy backed off and looked up at Charley.

"Hasn't it been five minutes yet?" he asked.

"No, only four, so keep on licking."

Bryan shrugged a little and did just that. The taste wasn't bad at all, though it wasn't exactly his preferred flavor, nothing would beat a strawberry milkshake from McD in his mind. But it sure wasn't anything he had expected it to be. His tongue had however gotten tired from the unusual exercise it had been subjected to inside the constricted space of Davey's bum hole. After another three minutes had went by he sat back on his haunches behind the birthday boy.

"That has got to be more than five minutes," he told Charley.

"It's really been closer to fifteen than five, but Davey sure hasn't been complaining."

"Nuh-uh," Davey hummed never letting the large cock escape from his mouth.

"See?"

"My tongue is tired, I'll just finger him until you squirt."

"That isn't what we agreed to," Charley shook his head.

"But?"

"No, just continue licking it, you don't have to stick your tongue inside. It won't take much longer now anyway."

Bryan dutifully went back to licking the bum hole, but didn't put as much effort into it as before. In the end he just kept his lips on it as he kissed it.

True to his words, Charley soon started moaning as he shot his sperm into Davey's mouth. The fourteen year-old kept from swallowing it until he knew there'd be no more coming out of the large cock. He swished it from side to side in his mouth before swallowing just a tiny bit of the slimy liquid, savoring the taste as if it had been the most expensive red wine Charley had shot into his mouth. He continued swallowing for a time, until there was nothing left to swallow.

Davey wanted to kiss Charley, but the older boy didn't really feel up to tasting his own sperm and told him to kiss Bryan instead as he recouped. Bryan on the other hand had no second thoughts about kissing Davey, he loved how the boy kissed so expertly and with so much love and sensuality. His little penis inflated as they kissed, it was like it knew what was coming.

"I'm ready to go again," Bryan heard Charley say, "You know what to do now."

The small boy reached under his bed and fished out the large container of the special butter, that worked so well for bum fucking, but probably wouldn't taste very nice on a piece of toast. The small boy actually didn't know what it was like, had never tasted it before, but he'd soon enough find out. He got the lid off and started preparing Davey's hole for entry.

When he was satisfied with his job, he turned his attention to the large cock, he used his entire hand to cover it in a thin layer of the glistening butter, spending more time on the large flared dick head than the rest of the thick trunk like cock.

"All set to go, Captain," he said as he moved away from the older boy.

"Right, go on, lay under him so we can start the second act."

"Davey, I'm gonna suck your willy while you suck mine, okay?"

"Sure."

Davey had to bend his back quite a lot in order to reach Bryan's smaller penis with his mouth, but soon the two boys were busy 69'ing each other. He gasped happily as he felt the familiar sensation of Charley moving up close to his bum and spread his cheeks. The gasp turned into a drawn out hiss as the large cock head speared through his hole and then a moan as it was pushed further into him. When Charley started fucking him with long slow strokes he felt nearly as if he had went to heaven.

The in and out movements made it much harder for Davey to keep sucking the little two inch [5 cm] stiffy so he changed the plan. It was his birthday after all, so he figured he was fully entitled to do so. He moved his hands inside the young boy's thighs and pulled first one leg and then the other up and back. All he had to do then was bend his head a little and he had a first class view of the small boy's puckered up bum hole. It was much easier to reach with his mouth than the small stiffy had been and he assaulted it with his tongue.

Bryan who hadn't seen this coming was shocked, desperately hoped his last wiping efforts had been sufficient for no ill surprises for Davey. When the older boy didn't complain he calmed down enough to get back to sucking on the five inch [12 cm] hard dick in his mouth.

Charley who was fucking Davey with his eyes firmly shut didn't notice Davey had shifted from sucking on Bryan's little stiffy to licking the small boy's bum hole. Even if he had seen it happen, he wouldn't have said anything to it. He didn't care much for the sex the younger boys had with each other as long as they didn't do anything to ruin the sex he had with Bryan.

Charley had to admit one thing, though. It sure was better fucking Davey than it was fucking Bryan. Davey worked with him as he fucked the fourteen year-old. He'd clench his bum hole tight as Charley pulled his cock outwards and relax it when he fucked it back in. Bryan would just lay there, passively, letting Charley do what he wanted, as hard and as deep as he wanted. Much harder than Davey was comfortable with, but still it felt like he might as well have fucked a blow-up doll than the eleven year-old.

I got to have Davey teach Bryan how to do that with his arsehole. Oh boy, that'll be the best yet, Charley thought.

As Charley imagined it was really Bryan he was fucking into, Bryan who had learnt how to flex his hole in time with his fucking, he fucked Davey just a bit harder and faster. He only stopped when he felt a hand on his nut sack, squeezing it tight! When he looked down, he saw Bryan glaring up at him while shaking his head.

"Sorry, Davey, I got a bit carried away," Charley croaked as Bryan still held onto his nuts.

"I loved what you did, do it more please," Davey said before assaulting the youngest boy's bum hole with his tongue and lips again.

Bryan shrugged as best as he could, laying there fairly trapped by Davey's body on top of his and let go of Charley's sperm factory. Instead of worrying for the wellbeing of the birthday boy he concentrated on the task of keeping the five inch [12 cm] boner inside his mouth while still trying to tickle it with his tongue. He found it too hard to do, opted for just sucking in his cheeks while Davey's dick moved in and out his mouth in the same rhythm as Charley's large cock moved in and out of Davey's bum hole.

It wasn't a big surprise for either of the boys that Davey was the first one to climax and send his load of sperm into Bryan's mouth. Neither was it a surprise for Bryan not to be rewarded with a kiddy cum of his own, since his small stiffy had been abandoned by Davey in favor of his bum. As Charley had planned, he came while inside Davey's bum, but it was only the first volley of sperm that went deep inside. He pulled out and shot the rest of his sperm onto and into the open bum hole.

Bryan knew what his job was now. He decided to get the worse over with first and wriggled out from underneath Davey.

"Stay up on your knees and hands, Davey, here's Bryan's present to you," Charley said.

Davey started giggling when he felt Bryan lap at his bum, but relaxed his sphincter as the little boy tried to stick his tongue inside.

"Oh Bryan, isn't it terribly messy back there?" He asked as Bryan got the tip of his tongue inside him.

"No, it isn't so bad," the youngest boy said. He wasn't telling the truth, but wanted to impress the older boys by making it seem like it wasn't a big deal to him. It wasn't the flavor of bum, nor was it the taste of sperm that he found offensive. The flavor of the Boy Butter, he had put so much of into Davey's bum, overpowered all other flavors. It tasted quite like soap to Bryan, yet he soldiered on, cleaning the hole as best as he could, using nothing more than his tongue. He cleaned the oldest boy's prick next, but with less passion.

When he kissed Davey afterwards, the birthday boy pulled away from him instantly.

"Eww, that's fucking gross," he whined and refused to kiss the young boy before he rinsed his mouth at the sink, "I don't know how you could do that," he said while Bryan quickly brushed his teeth.

"It wasn't a big deal," Bryan said with the toothbrush still in his mouth.

His words only furthered the respect Davey felt for him.

They ended the afternoon just like planned, Davey once again getting fucked doggy-style by Charley and happily sucking the little stiffy Bryan sported. Bryan experienced two kiddy orgasms before Charley finally shot off into the birthday boy's bum.

Davey felt so knackered after all the action that he asked to be locked up for the night right after he finished his dinner. He went to sleep without feeling the need for wanking, something he hadn't done since he started doing stuff with Charley.

Bryan like Davey was also quite satisfied but endured a long and relatively loving coupling with Charley before they went and had their shower.

Thus ended the Saturday when Davey for the last time ever, was fucked by Charley.

Chapter 33
Can boys get pregnant?

"Better have plenty to eat, Bryan. I'm gonna fuck you till you're too tired to even complain about being tired. We're going to miss lunch, that's for sure."

Bryan looked at Charley, the young boy was already tired, hadn't truly woken up yet, and here the older boy with the-nine-inches-[23 cm]-of-steel he called his cock, was already going on about fucking. They were eating eggs and toast, once in a while sipping on the orange juice, Charley had bought from the kiosk.

"You know, eggs are full of testosterone which means I'll probably produce even more sperm for you," Charley said whispering so only Bryan could hear it.

Bryan didn't respond, he was more interested in getting a bite sized bit of egg onto his plastic teaspoon. The soft boiled egg wasn't as cooperative as he really needed it to be that morning. Most of the yolk had already run down the side of the egg shell when he had first attacked the firm egg white. The young boy loved eggs, particularly soft boiled eggs and he wanted as much of the remaining egg inside his tummy, not running onto his plate where it mixed with the bits of egg shell.

"I might even make you pregnant with all the sperm I have in my balls."

Bryan sniggered at the vulgar thought. Vulgar and so stupid as he knew boys couldn't get pregnant, regardless if they got a gallon of sperm inside their bums.

"When we've finished eating, you'll go and flush your bum out, okay?"

"Yes."

"Cool, my cock is already so hard, I can't wait to stick it in your arse."

Bryan wanted to ask the older boy if all he ever thought of was to fuck him, but he didn't want to start an argument. He was still struggling with the stupid egg. He wished for his mouth to be as big as Charley's. Then he could have done the same as Charley had done, remove all of the shell and eat the egg in one bite. The older boy already on his second egg, while he hadn't even eaten half of his first one. Sunday mornings always had plenty of food as most of the other kids slept in. Eggs weren't always on the menu, but this morning they were and there were lots of them!

While Bryan enjoyed soft boiled eggs they always made him fart, but he hoped the enemas he was going to administer on himself after breakfast would prevent that.

If it doesn't, Charley will want to wear a freaking gasmask, he smiled to himself.

Normally he didn't consider his own farts lethal, but eggs sure changed that. But he loved eating them more than he dreaded his farts, so he got up and snatched a couple more from the basket where they lay with a clean dishtowel over them. The guard wasn't there to stop him, they were only four kids eating breakfast, none of them known as troublemakers.

"No, go get your own," he told Charley as the older boy went for one of Bryan's new eggs, "These are mine!"

"Sure, you'll need to eat like ten a day to make your dinky grow bigger, anyway."

"Then you must have eaten a hundred every day since you were born," the small boy retorted.

"You just envy my cock."

"If mine was so big, I'd have to walk on stilts to get around."

Charley laughed at that as he got up to get one more egg for himself.

Bryan looked at the crotch of the teenager as he walked back towards the table. His cock was hard and it was so easy to tell. It made a most prominent bulge in his sweatpants. Bryan blushed at the thought of everyone knowing what they were up to.

"Would you please hurry up, I'm about dying here," Charley said five minutes later.

If anyone's going to die today, it'll rather be me than you, Bryan didn't say.

Still, the food had provided enough energy for the lithe boy to wake up, he gobbled down the rest of the toast and half an egg, before finishing his cup of orange juice.

"Give me like half an hour, then I'll be ready for you," he whispered to Charley as he got up from his seat.

"Ready or not, someone's gonna get fucked today and it sure ain't me," the older boy whispered back.

Bryan went to his room and got the trusted old, worn plastic bottle before entering the restroom with sink and toilet in it. He turned on the faucet and dropped his pants and undies, and after a moment's hesitation he slipped off his polo shirt too. The water was a little too hot but a quick adjustment and it felt just right as he checked it with his wrist like Davey had taught him. After a series of enemas he felt all clean inside and out and he used toilet paper to wipe the water from his buttocks and top of his thighs.

He entered his room and saw Charley laying in his bed with the duvet over him. As he closed the door, Charley pushed the duvet off his body, revealing the fact he was completely naked safe for his socks. The monster of a cock was there in all of its glory, already slimy and glistening from Boy Butter.

"I've been waiting for five minutes," Charley told Bryan who was quickly undressing, for once not minding his clothes.

"Sorry, I don't have a watch. Well, I do, but it's in my box."

"Screw the watch, you're here now, that's more important."

"I thought you were going to screw me, not my watch?"

"Oh so funny, put some of that stuff in your bum or I'll just fuck you like this."

"No thanks, I'd rather be able to walk after," Bryan said and began slick up his little bum hole.

A minute passed in silence.

"Are you going to pack your bum full of it? It'll just come right out when I push in."

"No, but I want to make sure there's enough of it, if you're going to fuck me all day long."

"Once my cock goes in your bum, it won't come back out until like 4 in the afternoon."

"Surely it can't remain hard for so long."

"I'll bet you it can."

"No, I gave up gambling and smoking years ago."

"Hah, like you've ever smoked cigarettes," Charley sneered.

I really wish I hadn't, Bryan thought, but didn't say it out loud.

The little boy was suddenly desperate for just one drag from a cigarette. It would most likely make him try to cough up his lungs, much like it had done the first time, making Colt laugh so hard. He had soon gotten used to it. No, not merely gotten used to smoking, he had gotten quite addicted to it, so quickly too.

"Ugh, did you light a fire in here or something?" Bryan asked.

"Naw, I just started smoking," Colt said to the ten year-old.

"That's so gross!"

"No little dude, it's what all us cool kids do!"

Bryan should have known, that any time Colt said something was only what the cool did, he shouldn't do it. That it was really only the stupidest of people who'd do it. But for once, Colt was actually nice to around. Sure, he had demanded Bryan suck him off just as they had entered his house, but that was almost second nature to the small boy. It seemed as if he had always sucked on Colt's dick. Bryan didn't even object to it anymore, even if it was smelly and tasted weird at times. He almost didn't mind the older boy sticking his thing into his bum anymore either, had gotten pretty used to it.

He didn't like or enjoy when he sucked Colt off or got fucked by him, but it was like brushing your teeth, something that just had to be done.

Then the cigarettes had entered their world. Colt wouldn't let the younger boy see the packets, knew that he'd get scared from reading the warnings written all over them, or worse, seeing the pictures. Colt didn't worry so much, his old man had smoked for like forty years and he was still strong as an ox.

"Here, try one," he told Bryan, not offering him, but told him to.

"But I don't wanna," the small boy whined.

"You must! Here do like I do, ah, let me light it for you. Here, put it between your lips and suck on it like a straw."

Bryan did as Colt told him to, he knew there'd be consequences if he failed to do as he wanted. Maybe he'd even burn him with the glowing end of the cigarette!

"NO!" Colt practically yelled at the small boy, "don't just blow it back out of your mouth, you need to inhale it! Do it again and do it properly this time."

Bryan tried again and coughed the instant the smoke reached his lungs. As he coughed the smoke already in his windpipe just went deeper into his lungs. He nearly gagged from coughing while he listened to the loud laughter from Colt.

"Oh, you're such a big baby!" he cried at Bryan.

"I'm NOT a baby," Bryan said while still coughing and tears fell from his cheeks onto the floor.

"If you're not a baby, then you'll keep smoking until you don't cough from it anymore."

And Bryan did, he smoked one cigarette after the other, even if it made him dizzy and sick. He managed to smoke six cigarettes in a row, still coughing, before he had to run to the loo and throw up.

"You're still a baby," Colt teased him as he returned, pale faced to his tormenter's room, "Baby Bryan."

Bryan lit the seventh cigarette of the day on his own and somehow managed to refrain from coughing. His mind swam, but at least he didn't have to run back to the loo.

"Hell, I guess you're not a baby after all," Colt said, impressed by the younger boy.

"Told you so," Bryan said meekly.

When his parents returned from work later that day, Bryan refused to having smoked, yet his dad didn't believe him. He searched his room and his clothes for cigarettes, even looked in his schoolbag, but found none of course. His dad, still furious, told him, that if he smelled smoke on his son's breath, clothes or body again, he'd be grounded for a month with no TV or computer privileges.

The next day at Colt's house, he made sure to undress completely before entering the teen's room, where he of course smoked again, this time with no guidance from the older boy. He took a shower after Colt had fucked him in the bum, before he put on his school uniform again and walked home. On the way home, he passed a supermarket and got a bag of peppermint sweets which he chewed on for the rest of the walk. His breath still smelled of stale cigarette smoke as he let himself into his house but brushing his teeth twice did away with most of it.

His dad couldn't smell any smoke on his son's breath later and figured Bryan had learnt his lesson.

All was good, but after eight days of smoking, Bryan craved the cigarettes, especially right after eating. He was prepared to do most anything for a cigarette, but the lady at the supermarket wouldn't let him buy a packet, even when he said he was sent by his mum to buy them. The next day, Colt realized he now had another means of getting the young boy to do things for him. All he had to do was deny Bryan any cigarettes until he did as he was told.

"Never mind, my cock will still be hard until I let it go soft," Charley told Bryan.

"If you say so," Bryan agreed and got onto the bed next to his older and much larger friend.

"I do. Let's start with you on your tummy. Part your legs a little, no you don't need to hold onto your bum cheeks, I think I know where your hole is by now, thanks."

Bryan could feel when Charley moved on top of him, he started by sitting on his lower legs and then he felt the warm, slick and very blunt end of the large cock touch his buttocks. As Charley pushed a bit forwards, the cock drove deeper, in between his buttocks, spreading them until it touched him right there.

Bryan sucked in a breath of air, held it in and tightened the muscles in his abdomen while trying to relax his sphincter. He knew it would hurt as the large dick head went inside of him, how could it not? He was still only a small boy, much too young for this kind of activity, really. It didn't hurt for a while still, then he could feel the increasing pressure at his backdoor. It hurt then, hurt even more as the dick head seemed to just push his bum hole further into his body, instead of going through the little opening. Suddenly it was like a dam burst and his hole slowly opened itself, but much too slowly.

He gasped out the air in his lungs, as the dick head breached through, reigniting the flame-like pain stemming from his anus. Then the dick head was inside him, he could feel how it pushed against the walls of his bum, how his anus was able to close up just a few millimeters, enough to make it hurt less. He felt the pain sharply increase as Charley moved his hips back, pulling the dick head back to where it sat just in his bum hole, neither inside his bum nor outside.

Push it back in or take it out! Bryan thought desperately, wanted to shout out but managed to only whimper quietly.

Charley waited another ten seconds or so before pushing his dick head back inside only to pull it back to where Bryan's bum was the tightest. The pulsing band of muscle felt incredible as it clutched the most sensitive part of his dick. This was the feeling he had missed when he had fucked Davey the day before, the, oh so sweet, tightness of a young bum. Charley had never been on the receiving end of a fuck, didn't know the pain Bryan went through for his pleasure and the little boy didn't tell him about it hurting. So he kept it there for almost a full minute before he couldn't resist going deeper into the boy.

Bryan gasped again, this time from feeling the large dick head nudge his prostate, slide over it and move deeper into his bum. He braced himself from the pain that was about to follow as it breached through what felt like another sphincter inside his bum but really was only a fold in the rectum. After that he knew the worse pain would come. When the last two or three inches [5-7 cm] of huge cock would embed itself into his bum, pushing the head through that part of his bum that hurt so much he had cried the first time it happened.

He didn't cry from it anymore, but it still hurt him for the first six or seven minutes of Charley moving in and out of that part. Then it seemed as his bum would adapt itself to the shape of Charley's cock making it hurt much less. Eventually, if Charley fucked him for long enough, the hurt would disappear completely only leaving behind a strange sensation. But the first seven or eight minutes of being fucked by Charley was always agonizing to the small boy. And this time was no different, even if he was being taken in another position.

When Charley had gotten half of his cock into the small boy, he lay down further onto the boy, making sure not to put his weight fully onto Bryan. He could do that with Davey, but Bryan couldn't breathe if he did that to him. It was but a small sacrifice for the older boy, he knew he could fuck Bryan for at least two more years before the boy would be so far into puberty that his body changed and he'd grow nasty hair in places he'd rather not think about. Not only that, but his dick would get larger as well and that would only make it more apparent to Charley that he was fucking a boy and not the girl he longed for.

Davey had really been a bit too old for Charley's taste, when he had entered the wing as a terrified twelve year-old. Well, at least too far into puberty, as the age didn't really matter to Charley. If he'd come across a twenty year-old guy with Bryan's body he wouldn't hesitate before fucking him. So Bryan had been a godsend in Charley's eyes. Arriving just as he had lost interest in fucking Davey, but still had to for lack of a better choice.

The small boy had adjusted rather quickly to being his chicken. No, his baby kitten, almost took his cock like a pro, though it still took a bit longer before he could really fuck the kid as he had Davey. The position, with Bryan on his tummy, was more for the younger boy's benefit than Charley's. It seemed to be the position in which he'd adjust quicker, where he hurt less from being fucked by the large cock.

Sometimes I wish it wasn't so goddamn large, he thought, it would make it simpler fucking a little one deeply.

He knew the intimidating effect his cock had on other kids, had seen it in their faces when they showered after sports classes at his school. Those kids hadn't even seen it hard, but even flaccid it was monstrous. He hadn't thought of fucking other boys back then, would have discarded the thought as being way too gay.

Yet, here he was, fucking a small eleven years old boy and loved every second of it. Loved it maybe too much, wondered if fucking boys long enough would end up making him gay.

Nah, it's only because there aren't any girls here I can fuck, he told himself, as he had done so many times before.

His prick had finally bottomed out inside Bryan, his coarse pubic hair mashed up against the small buttocks. He paused then again, mostly for his own sake, but Bryan sure didn't mind the short interlude either.

Bryan's pelvis was pushed firmly into the mattress below him, forcing his back to arch a bit backwards as the older boy had put most of his weight onto his small bum. It was rather uncomfortable laying there stuffed full of cock like that, but at least it didn't hurt so much and he could still breathe just fine.

Charley had promised the young boy that he would be fucked hard for the entire day, but that wasn't at all what really happened. The older boy's cock was inside the younger boy's bum for most of the time, but aside from that, Charley was fairly gentle to Bryan. It was almost as if the older boy was making love to Bryan, not simply fucking him full of his sperm.

Though he fucked him gently most of the time, there were moments where he did fuck him as hard as he could. Like when he had Bryan sit on his cock, riding up and down on it. The younger boy enjoying how the entire length of the banana shaped cock slid over his prostate and he was able to control the speed and depth of the fucking. After he had worked himself to an earth shattering kiddy orgasm without touching his own penis, the small thing quite flaccid, Charley took over for his own enjoyment. He held the younger boy's hips as he fucked all he could upwards into the young boy's bum.

When he had shot his sperm deep inside Bryan, he moved so he sat with his back up against the wall while the boy was still deeply impaled on his cock. The younger boy's face was level with his, making kissing so much easier, which he took full advantage of. The heavy kissing ensured his cock remained as stiff as ever, so he had Bryan ride it again, this time while they kissed. It took longer for Bryan to climax this time, but Charley sure didn't mind that.

Even if the love making had mostly been gentle, Bryan was happy when the older boy finally had enough. His anus felt really worn out, the almost never ending friction of a large cock moving in and out of it made his skin burn down there. Had it not been for the Boy Butter, his bum hole would surely have been in a much worse state than it was. The young boy felt even happier when Charley announced there'd be no after-dinner sex later that night. Charley had for once lost interest in any more fucking that day.

Chapter 34
Seven and a half years

The next day, Dan met with Bryan and told him there was now a firm date and time for his trial. The prosecutor had decided to build his case as a murder case based upon the forensic evidence, more precisely how the blood had gotten onto Bryan clothes.

"It's not a solid case, I'm thinking we have about a 50/50 chance of you walking out of the court as a free boy," Dan had told Bryan.

"But there's a 50/50 risk of me going to prison for twenty-five years or longer then?"

"I wish I could tell you not to worry about that, but I can't. You're right, it could happen."

"I've thought about all this for a long time now, ever since I learnt about the charges and what my punishment might be. What if I was to plead guilty to involuntary manslaughter? I never wanted Lewis to die, I only wanted him to do something for me and he refused, then he tried to stab me with the scissors he pulled from his coat pocket."

"It might be too late to change your statement now. But, if you do plead guilty before going to court, you'll end up with a reduced sentence, however I'm not at all sure about the length of the reduction. It might be up to 1/3 of the sentence. The magistrate would most likely send you to prison until you're eighteen and then let it be up to a parole board if you can be released at that time or not."

"But the overall time I might end up having to be in prison would be less than if I'm convicted of murder?"

"If you do not plead guilty to murder and get convicted of it, you'd spend a lot more time in prison. Both due to you not pleading guilty hence losing the reduction rebate and due to the fact that murder is punished far worse than involuntary manslaughter."

"Then I want to plead guilty to involuntary manslaughter."

"Have you discussed this decision with your parents?"

"No, and I'm not going to."

"They have to know, it's their right."

"I don't care, you're not to say anything about this to them, I don't want them trying to talk me out of it. My mind is made up, I'm guilty of causing the unlawful death of Lewis, but I never meant for him to die or even get hurt."

"Okay, then. What was it you wanted Lewis to do?"

"Sorry?"

"You said you wanted him to do something for you but he didn't want to?"

"Is that so important? He died and I'm responsible for it."

"It could be important. I don't know until you tell me, did you want him to give you money or something like that?"

"No. I…" Bryan stalled for a time, then softly continued, "I wanted him to suck on my willy."

"Right. Well, you can't say that to the police, nor the magistrate, it would add an attempted sexual offense to your charges, Dan said, "If you're going to change your statement now, you best tell me everything exactly as it happened, then I can prepare you for the questioning by the police."

Bryan took a deep breath of air, before he started to explain exactly what had happened that Tuesday.

"An older kid," he started, "and I had been doing stuff in the public restrooms in that park for a while."

"Who is this older kid?" Dan wanted to know.

"I'm not ratting him out, he didn't have anything to do with what happened that Tuesday."

"If he's in any way responsible for your actions that day, I need to know who he is. He could be doing the same to some other kids now."

"Maybe, but I'm not a rat. Just forget about him."

"Okay. For now."

"Well, we wanted to include Lewis in the stuff."

"Sexual activities?"

"Yes. Lewis was only supposed to be watching me doing stuff, but I'd been doing a lot of things for Colt," Bryan said, suddenly realizing he had just said Colton's nickname, "Forget that, I'd done a lot of stuff for the older kid. I only wanted to see what it felt like if Lewis did it to me."

"So you asked him to suck on your penis?"

"Yes. I helped him sneak away from the afterschool activities center, it was dead simple, uh, I mean it was really easy, and we walked to the park, just talking about school and stuff. We got to the restrooms well ahead of time, so we had to wait for the older kid to show up. So we went into the thickets, so nobody would see us there waiting. That's when I told Lewis what the older kid wanted me to do and then he'd have to do the same to the older kid. I told him he might as well practice on my willy first, since it isn't really big or anything.

"But he told me I was only making it up, that I'd never done that to Co… the older kid and he'd never do that to me. I didn't like him calling me a liar, so I pushed him and he fell backwards and hit his head on a root or something. I went to help him up, but he saw me coming and jumped up on his feet by himself and suddenly he had these scissors in his hands. I don't know where he got them from, must've taken them from school.

"He told me that he'd cut of my willy with the scissors, I'd undone my zipper and it was hanging out of it. He tried to but I got hold of his hand, kept it well away from my you-know-what, but he was strong, really strong for such a young kid. We wrestled a bit and then he managed to push me away from him, this time I tripped and fell on my back. He jumped on top of me and that must've been when the scissors went into his stomach. His shirt got really red from blood and I got a lot of it onto mine.

"I tried to pull them out but he wouldn't let me help him. It was only when he feinted or something that I could pull them out. When I got them out, the blood just gushed out of the wound, I tried to stop it, I put my hand over it, but the blood just seeped through my fingers. I tried sticking a finger in it, but it was too late then."

"What did you do then?"

"I panicked, Lewis was really hurt, probably already dead and I knew I couldn't just run from there because I had his blood all over me. I ran inside the restrooms and tried to wash off the blood and then all of a sudden a man walks in, scaring the hell out of me so I ran to a cubicle and locked myself inside it. He knocked at the door and asked me if I was alright, I told him to go away, to just leave me alone. But he didn't, he called 999 and then the police and ambulance came. I couldn't escape as the man never left."

"Oh Bryan, I wish you had told me all this before. Maybe I could've done more for you."

"Like what? No, you've been great so far. But you see now, I really am responsible for Lewis' death."

"You tried to defend yourself and it ended badly for Lewis."

"Yes, but had I not been so pushy about him sucking my willy, he would never have attacked me in the first place. No, it doesn't matter, I did kill Lewis. Maybe I should just plead guilty when the magistrate asks me in court."

"He might sentence you to life in prison then, Bryan. Remember, we're not going to the Youth courts, even if you're only eleven years old, you will be tried as an adult. More or less anyway."

"It's only what I deserve."

"Maybe you think so, but it isn't up to you to decide what the punishment for your offense should be. That's why we have the justice system with courts and magistrates and attorneys," Dan explained, "So, do you want to plead guilty to involuntary manslaughter, instead of pleading not guilty to murder?"

"Yes, because they will surely be able to prove that it didn't happen the way I first told them it had."

"Right, I'll talk to the prosecutor, see if he'll accept a plea bargain and then I'll come back to see you again. I'll probably be here tomorrow at around the same time."

"It doesn't matter if I get a reduced sentence or anything. I will plead guilty to involuntary manslaughter no matter what."

"Just let me do my job now, Bryan."

"Fine then. By the way, thank you so much!"

"You're welcome Bryan. Even with what you did, I still think you're a very nice boy. You don't belong inside a prison. Maybe you should get counseling for helping you not to do something similar in the future, but you sure shouldn't have to be in prison."

"It isn't all bad here, really."

"I'm happy you can see at least some good things about being in prison. But I don't think any child should be confined to prison."

"Not even murderers?"

"No, not even them."

The court date was pushed back another week since Bryan changed his statement. The prosecutor hadn't been too pleased with the boy, had hoped for getting the case off his desk. The media had been pestering him and most of his colleagues for information even after they had repeatedly been told there weren't any new information to be released until after the court trial. The trial itself wouldn't be open for the public and only a select few reporters and sketchers would be allowed in. Bryan's name was still a secret and would remain so even after he had been convicted.

If the prosecutor hadn't been pleased, it was nothing compared to the policewoman who had been interviewing Bryan so many times up until then. She and her colleague interviewed the boy two times more, asked him questions, listened to his answers and asked him again. They tried to find weaknesses in his explanation but found none. The boy had now told them exactly what had happened from the time he left school with Lewis until a policeman had finally managed to break open the cubicle door and Bryan was arrested.

Everything, safe for the part about going there to meet up with Colt and trying to get Lewis to suck on Bryan's small penis. Dan had told him to only say there had been an argument which had turned into pushing and shoving and ended in the scissors sitting in Lewis' stomach. Dan made sure to sit in on both interviews, had asked for pauses when he felt Bryan was about to get in over his head and led him back to where it was safe for the boy again.

Bryan had felt his heart pound in his chest, the blood rushing through his veins, would have sworn that he could hear the sound of it pumping through his ears, when he said "I'm guilty," when asked if he'd confess to the involuntary manslaughter causing Lewis' tragic death.

When in court, he had almost panicked when the magistrate was working out what his sentence would be. He stood trembling in front of the magistrate when he heard what his future held in store for him.

"I find you guilty in causing the death of Lewis Miles. I sentence you to youth prison for a period of no less than seven and a half years but no more than twelve years. You will remain at the Prankhurst Detention Center until the day you turn eighteen years of age, where the question of parole can be discussed. Because of your guilty plea, thereby admitting your wrongdoings, I have reduced your sentence by 1/4," the magistrate told him.

"I sincerely hope you will learn from your mistakes, the act of violence you have now been found guilty of is by far one of the worse I've ever seen in this court room. You are responsible for having put an end to a young boy's life, much too soon and with absolutely no excuses for having done so. You only get off so easily due to being brave enough to stand up and admit your wrongdoings. Bailiff, escort the convicted from my sight, I do not want to look at him anymore."

Chapter 35
First love

"Seven years?" Charley asked, not believing what he had heard.

"And a half," Davey reminded the older boy.

"And a half. That's a lot, Bryan."

"I know, but I did do it. At least there's a chance for me to get out when I'm eighteen."

"I'm glad I don't have that much time left," Davey said.

"When are you getting out?" Bryan wanted to know.

"Well, I got two and a half years, so the year after next I think."

"You were twelve when you came here, Davey. You're fourteen now, it must be this summer you get out," Charley said and sighed.

"Really? So soon?"

"Yeah, it won't be long until they start talking to you about it."

"Oh that's so cool, I really thought I had to be here for longer than that."

"You might even be released sooner than that, you know? For good behavior and all that."

"I don't know if I want that. It seems like I only just met you Bryan, I'd hate to leave you."

The youngest of the three had never liked the fact that he'd someday have to say goodbye to Davey. He had chosen not to worry about it, but now that it was almost imminent, it was like it kicked him in the face.

"No, Davey, you can't leave me, not now," Bryan sobbed and hid his face in his hands.

"Hey, Bryan, I'm not leaving today. I'll still be here for some time to come."

"But I don't ever want you to leave. I want to be your friend forever and ever."

"I'd like that too, I really do, but it just isn't possible. You'll be in here and I'll be back in Birmingham. We won't be able to see each other until you're eighteen and by then you'll have forgotten all about me."

Bryan wanted to object to that, but knew what Davey had just said was the truth. Even if by some miracle the fourteen year-old would be able to get to the prison from Birmingham, he wouldn't be able to visit Bryan. Not unless Bryan's mum or dad visited and Davey went with them in, and that was highly unlikely, bordering on being impossible.

"I know, but it's still not fair. I really like you," Bryan said, never minding the tears running from his eyes.

"Oh Bryan, you know I like you too. I love you, little one."

"Really?"

"What?" Davey asked.

"You love me?"

"Yeah I do."

Bryan blushed, but at least the waterworks had stopped.

"I'm going to let you two lovebirds get some privacy, I think I can tell where this is headed," Charley said as he got up and walked towards the door.

"Don't be dopey," Davey said.

"Yeah, we're not going to fuck each other, silly," Bryan added.

"It's yard time anyway. Have fun not fucking your little lover, Davey," he said and winked to the fourteen year old.

When Charley had left and closed the door behind him, Davey moved closer to Bryan sitting on the bed. He gently took the closest of Bryan's small hands in his and smiled at him.

"Did you mean it, what you said about us not fucking?" he asked the smaller boy.

"I'm not sure I want to, can't we just hug and maybe kiss a bit too?" Bryan said, "I'm still feeling sad."

"Sure, I like that too."

The two boys hugged and kissed for half an hour, by then all the sadness had left Bryan's body.

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