Chapter 36
Big baby

"I'm Chad," the twenty-something years old man told Bryan when the guard had locked him inside the visit room, "I'm going to help you study, though I won't really be your teacher. Think of me as your tutor instead, one you can ask questions if you're in doubt of something."

Bryan looked at the man, sceptically his head tilted to the left as he took in the details of his tutor. Had he not just said he wasn't going to teach Bryan anything? Bryan was pretty sure that wasn't what his dad had meant when he told him of how Chad would be better than any of his former teachers at St. Matthews. Bryan had been withdrawn from the primary school when he had been sentenced and entered into the home schooling program instead.

Home, Bryan had thought, this isn't my home.

But in a way it was, at least it would be for the next six years, four months and 15 days. Bryan had done the math, knew exactly how long it was until he turned eighteen. He looked up at the clock on the wall, that ticked away the seconds, rather noisily.

Six years, four months, 15 days, 14 hours, 32 minutes and 50 seconds, no 49, 48 seconds still to go. 2,326 days and 14 hours, 32 minutes and 35 seconds, that's 55,824 hours and 32 minutes and 23 seconds or 3,349,472 minutes and 14 seconds.

Bryan slumped his shoulders, didn't bother calculating the seconds too. He knew it wouldn't make them pass any quicker.

It's 200 million something seconds!

He hadn't wanted to, yet his mind had worked it out on its own and informed him of the result. Anything that amounted to hundreds of millions was a lot, and when it was seconds until he turned eighteen years old and might once again be free, it was beyond too much. At least he'd spend three hours, three days a week with his tutor, Chad.

He was still looking at the man, who had turned his attention to the papers on the desk in front of him. Bryan's first impression had been one of scepticism, but as he studied him closer he saw a young man who kept his cool, one that didn't mind being looked at for more than a minute in silence. If it had been him sitting there being stared at, he would have asked what the person was looking at.

Bryan slipped onto the chair in front of Chad, tried to read the papers on the table, but upside down reading wasn't one of Bryan's main feats.

"It's just the national curriculum, Bryan. It tells us what you need to study and when it has to be done," Chad said.

Bryan knew what a curriculum was, but hadn't seen the one all schools had to follow.

"Do you want to see it?"

"Yes, please."

"Right, keep in mind it's just the headlines, we have to work out the details ourselves."

Bryan instantly liked Chad more after he had said those words. Bryan wasn't used to being asked of his opinion and here Chad had said that they had to work out something out together. He looked at the sheets of paper Chad had slid over in front of him. The names of classes were listed, under a topic named "Key stage 1 and 2" and on the other piece of paper "Key stage 3." English, maths, science, history, geography and art and design were familiar to Bryan, as were music and physical education (sports!). The latter mentioned swimming, which Bryan had not done, didn't even know how to.

"Oh, not to forget this one," Chad said and slid yet another piece of paper over to Bryan.

The young boy read about the other compulsory subjects and blushed at reading that children had to study sex(!) and relationships education too from year 7 (age 11).

I already know more about sex than most kids in college. At least in practice.

He frowned at seeing the religious education being listed too, but since he had went to a Catholic primary school he figured they might skip most of that.

"What do you think, Bryan? Any subjects that you already know you'll be struggling with?"

Certainly not religion and sex, Bryan thought.

"Swimming," he said, mostly as a test to see the response from Chad.

"Really? You don't swim well? That's usually taught in year 3 I think."

"I skipped year 3 and 4, only took the tests and got into year 5."

"Ah, yes, that might be a tad bit problematic, I haven't had a tour of this place but I wouldn't expect to find a pool in here. But, and don't get your hopes up too soon, but we might be able to go to the public swimming pool, I don't know if it's at all possible, but I'll ask."

"I don't know what music is s'posed to be, but we don't have any instruments to play here either."

"We'll have to adapt your education to your situation, I knew that already. So you don't have any problems with the more academic subjects?"

"No, not really."

"What about foreign languages?"

"Je parle un peu français," Bryan said, far from fluently.

"Right, I think we can improve that somewhat," Chad smiled.

"Aw, I don't even like French, why can't everybody just learn English instead?" Bryan whined.

"It would make the world a lesser place if we all talked the same and did the same things."

"But it would be much easier to understand each other."

"I didn't write the curriculum, and since you don't really need anything that you can't have here, there's no excuse for not learning French, maybe even Spanish too."

"Spanish?"

"Yes, it's a language spoken by half a billion people around the world. A lot of those don't understand English."

"Like I'll ever meet any of them."

"Not for a while maybe, but you never know what might happen later. And it's a lot easier to learn while you're young, not just languages but everything."

"At least it'll give me something to do, I guess."

"Yes, it will."

After that, the two, student and tutor made a time table for the first three months in the new year. It was already December 14th and while Chad would still visit Bryan they agreed not to start the serious schoolwork until the 2nd of January. They spent the time in December to work out exactly how far Bryan had come according to the curriculum in the different subjects. Most of them he was still ahead of schedule, would have had no problems returning to secondary school with his knowledge. In a few of the subjects he was far behind, both due to having skipped years but also because of his young age.

Chad spent some nights, when he wasn't busy with his own studies for university, locating the exact school books Bryan would need. Some of them he'd only need to study one or two chapters in, but Bryan's dad had no second thoughts of providing the necessary money for Chad to buy any book he thought necessary.

"So what's he like?" Charley asked Bryan as they ate their dinner.

"Who?"

"Your tutor, Chad?"

"He's cool."

"He try anything with you?" Davey asked.

"What? No, man! Davey, not everyone wants to fuck me."

"That's only cuz he doesn't know what he's missing out on."

"No, we mostly just talk about school stuff."

"That sounds really boring," Charley said.

"That's because you think he's like Knowles, which he isn't at all."

"Mr. Know Less, yeah, I've never really had a teacher that makes you forget shit rather than learning new stuff. Not until he came around."

"Only because Steve had to freak out the one we had before, at least she tried to teach us something," Davey said.

"She tried, but that woman was scared like a mouse facing twelve cats. Damn, she was even afraid of you, my baby kitten."

"Would you stop calling me that? I'm not a bloody baby!" Bryan said louder than he wanted to.

"When your little winky grows some, I'll stop," Charley said just as loud.

The other kids in the common room laughed at the words, making Bryan blush. He glared angrily at his older friend.

"Now see what you did," he whispered before taking his tray to the guard and quickly left for the privacy of his own room.

"Go talk to him," Davey said.

"Nah, he'll be fine, he's just angry that everybody heard me comment on his dick. I'll talk to him when I've finished eating."

"If you've come to fuck me, just do it quickly, I don't want to talk to you," Bryan said after Charley had entered his room.

"Aw Bryan, I'm sorry. I forgot how sensitive you are about your nickname."

"I just don't like it when you remind everyone of how small my willy is. They all think I'm just a little kid now."

"But Bryan, you are just a little kid. Hell you've only just turned twelve."

"But they make fun of me. They think I'm just somebody they can walk past when I've queued up for the kiosk and when we're let out in the mornings and wait for the loo. I even found this under my duvet one day," Bryan said and opened the drawer under his table and threw the offending item onto his bed next to where Charley was sitting.

Charley picked it up, smiling a little as he did. The baby blue dummy looked so small in his hand. He gave it a closer look.

"Did you use it?"

Bryan blushed but said nothing.

"That's so sweet," Charley chuckled.

"Oy, it was only once or twice. It helped me go to sleep."

"So you get upset at someone for giving you a dummy and then you suck on it?"

"I couldn't throw it away, what if someone saw?"

"Right. But you still sucked on it like a baby."

"AH! I don't even know why I talk to you," Bryan said frustrated, "Did you put it there?"

"What? No, I'd never do anything like that to you Bryan."

"Are you sure? It's only you who can get stuff in here."

"Yes I'm sure. Probably one of the other kids have a baby brother or maybe even a son of their own and they got it in from the visit room. Hell, I don't know, but I didn't have anything to do with it. I wish I had though."

"Why?"

"Because you used it. You found comfort in sucking on it, I would've gotten you one if I thought it would help you."

"But it's for babies, and I'm not a baby!"

"Don't tell anyone I said this, and if you ever do, I'll make them believe you just made it up. But, I used dummies until I was seven. I couldn't go to sleep without sucking on one. So it isn't just babies that use them."

"So you don't think it's childish?"

"Maybe a little, but I don't mind it. You got to remember, Bryan, you are still a child. Hell, I'm still a child. We may be in a prison and have to act tough and all, but we're all just kids here. You're just younger than everyone else, and that's why they like to call you baby. It doesn't matter really."

"I just hate when they call me that."

"If you stop letting it get to you, then most will stop calling you that. It won't be fun to them if you just act all cool and shit."

"Give me that!"

"The dummy?"

"Yes, hand it over," Bryan said and when Charley gently threw it to him he quickly put it back into his drawer.

"Don't worry about sleeping with a dummy, Bryan. I sometimes wish I have one when I can't fall asleep at night."

"I don't use it every night, y'know?"

"I don't care if you do, we all have to do what we need to get through."

"I still wish you wouldn't talk about my willy when someone else can hear, and I really don't want you calling me baby anymore."

"I'll try not to talk about your winky, but I'll never stop calling you baby."

"AH! Alright then, but only when it's just you and me."

"C'mere baby, I want to kiss you."

"Crap!" Bryan said but he soon forgot all about the dreadful nickname as he sat in Charley's lap.

Chapter 37
The lottery

"Bryan, you really must get a haircut. I wish they'd let me bring in a comb and scissors, then I'd cut your hair myself!"

"But mum!" Bryan objected.

"Give the boy some peace, Alice," Doug defended his son, "I seem to remember you loved my long hair when we were dating."

"But you were nineteen then, not twelve. He's starting to look more like a girl than a boy. Can't you see it?"

"As long as he doesn't start wearing dresses, I don't care what he does. It isn't as if anyone who means anything can see him."

"If only you'd at least get your bangs cut, it's falling into your eyes."

Bryan shook his head, deliberately allowing more of his bangs to hang straight down in front of his eyes. Then he stuck his tongue out at his mum.

"Bryan, that's quite enough of your cheekiness," she berated him.

"Yes, son. It's almost Christmas, time to be on your best behavior, now."

"Don't remind me, dear, it'll be the first Christmas without Bryan around. I don't know how I'll get through it."

"Did you get me anything?" Bryan wanted to know. He knew it was probably not the right thing to say, but it was better than the prolonged eerily silence in the room. And he was curious too.

"Yes, but if they will let you have it, is a better question. We gave it to the guard when we came."

"What is it?"

"Oh no, Bryan, we're not telling. You'll have to wait until Sunday morning to see."

"Aw, crap!" Bryan exclaimed before he could stop himself.

"Mind your language young man, you're not a hooligan," Doug scolded him.

I wonder what he would've said if I had said 'shit'? Bryan thought.

"Sorry, dad," he said somewhat subdued, showing what he hoped was acceptable regret.

"You should really be saying that to your mum."

"Sorry, mum."

The rest of the visit, Bryan told his parents of how his wing had prepared for Christmas. When the time was up, he as per usual stood with his forehead and nose pushed flat against the armoured window to watch them walk the short distance to the gate where they for once turned around and waved to him. He didn't leave the window until the door was once again unlocked and the guards strip searched him.

"How do you get a haircut here?" Bryan asked Charley.

The older boy was lovingly stroking his fingers through Bryan's soft and quite long hair. Bryan lay on top of Charley, chest to chest and enjoyed the gentle touches. Both boys had orgasmed not long before, Bryan twice, both dry of course, and Charley once. Charley's climax had surely not been dry, Bryan could feel some of the sperm seep out of his bum. When Charley had cum, Bryan had mistimed the strokes and moved upwards while the older boy pulled back, making the long still spewing cock slip out of his bum and spray the rest of Charley's sperm onto the younger boy's back.

He ignored the stickiness on his back, but knew Charley had gotten him good this time, it felt as if he had shot sperm all over it from Bryan's small buttocks all the way up to his neck.

"Why?" Charley said while he still fiddled with the soft hair.

"My mum wants me to get one."

"Pssh," Charley said, "I think you look stunning like this."

"She said it makes me look like a girl!"

"Don't listen to your mum. I want your hair even longer."

"Why?"

"It brings out your true beauty. No, not beauty like a girl, but a very pretty boy. My pretty boy."

"But it falls into my eyes. It's quite annoying."

"Get Davey to cut your bangs, but not too much."

"Davey has scissors?"

"Yeah, but don't get any ideas. You already killed one with scissors."

"It was an accident!"

"But you still got convicted. My little pretty murderer."

"Ah, don't get all pansy. And I'm not a murderer."

"In here it's better to be a murderer than a baby."

"I'm neither. You're really acting weird right now."

"I'm just really tired, you sure rode me well, cowboy."

"Enough! We have to go shower. I can't go to bed like this. Heck, I can't even go out the door."

"I wish we could sleep together a full night again. Like back then."

"Me too, I don't really remember much of it."

"You were so cute, sitting on your knees on my chair pissing into my sink."

"I didn't?!"

"Yes you did. You were really out of it too, almost slipped from it while you pissed."

"Why didn't you stop me?"

"You had to go, so you went. It's okay."

"We have to get going now too," Bryan said and climbed off Charley.

"Can you just, you know, wipe off my back? I don't want to put on my shirt with your sperm all over it."

"Okay, throw the toilet paper over here."

Bryan had Davey cut his bangs, sat on the chair in his room with a towel protecting his clothing as the fourteen year-old carefully snipped at the hair. The result wasn't bad at all, Bryan was happy he no longer constantly had to jerk his head to the side to get the bangs out of his eyes and Charley was happy he had talked the young boy out of getting a full haircut. It did make Bryan look more like a girl than a boy, but not one of the other kids ever teased him about it. Charley had made them well aware of the dire consequences for teasing the little boy about his hair.

And so Christmas got closer, the time to be jolly and for all kids to be happy, with the growing excitement inside their bodies, wondering if Santa Claus considered them well behaved enough to give them what they had wished for. Or if they had begged their parents just enough to buy them what they really wanted.

It was different inside the Detention Center, of course. Though the kids went back to just being kids, spent time making Christmas decorations and tried to make the wing feel just a bit more pleasant, there were heated arguments of who got to do what. Especially when a guard brought in the Christmas tree! Some suggested Bryan should decorate the tree along with Davey as they were the youngest kids there, but that didn't suit some of the other kids.

"Why do they get to do it? Bryan just got here and Davey's about to leave! It's not fair to the rest of us," a kid named Jaden objected wildly.

Jaden was one of the otherwise rather quiet kids, but he really wanted to decorate the tree. He had done that at home with his dad every Christmas until his dad died from Cancer. So decorating the tree would bring back fond memories to the boy, memories of a happy childhood.

More bickering ensued, now there were two groups of boys, one that wanted to allow the two youngest kids to decorate the rather paltry looking tree and another that wanted to make a lottery where the winner got to decorate with a kid of his choice. Davey quickly picked up on the situation, he might have been quite stupid at other times, but when a fight was about to break out, he knew it well before it happened. He gently put his arm over Bryan's shoulder and escorted the young boy out of the common room.

"No, don't," Bryan tried to protest, but Davey insisted on leaving.

"Come on, baby kitten, this is no place for us right now," he told Bryan.

"But Charley…"

"Charley can handle himself, but he can't keep us safe at the same time. Come, let's go to your room. We'll soon know what happens."

Bryan didn't even know whose side Charley was on, but figured he was supporting Davey and himself.

He wasn't however, the fifteen year-old wanted to decorate the tree too and was ready to fight for his right to do so. On the other side of the room were four kids, Steve and Adam two of them. Charley knew he could handle either one of them on their own, but both at the same time was a bit too much, even for him. He checked his own side, Jaden, the black kid, was there. He wasn't aware of the fourteen or something year-old kid's strength, but figured him weaker than Steve and Adam.

Then there was Omar, a Muslim who as far as Charley knew didn't even celebrate Christmas. But he looked about ready to cry, so Charley couldn't rely on him either.

I just have to start and hope for the others to join in and help.

He moved towards the bigger threat, Adam. The two kids about equal in size, except for their dicks where Charley's was at least a couple of inches longer, got closer to each other.

"What in God's name is all this about?"

Papa Smurf had just entered the room, his hearing might not have been what it used to be, but even he had been able to hear the commotion from the common room.

Charley backed away, he wasn't afraid of the old guard, but he had his hand on the radio and with just one push, the wing would be crawling with guards who wouldn't be very interested in talking.

"We all want a chance at getting to decorate the tree," Jaden explained.

"No, we want Bryan and Davey to do it, they're the babies of the wing," Steve said.

"There are no babies here! Apart from those inside this room ready to fight over who gets to decorate the tree. Oh, if it isn't one thing then it's another. If you can't find something to argue over you'll just make up something. None of you gets to decorate that tree. It will be decorated tonight after all of you have been put to bed."

"Aww, man!" Adam exclaimed loudly.

"And if you believe that, then you'll believe I'm Father Christmas too. No, it will be a lottery like it was last year and the year before and all the rest of the bloody years I've been a guard.

"You will all draw straws, the two with the shortest straws win. We might as well get this over with now you're all here anyway."

"But, we're not all here," Adam said, "The ba, sorry, the little ones aren't here."

"Go get them, while I get the straws."

Adam was closest to the door, so he went. He rather politely knocked on first Davey's door, but no one responded. He crossed the corridor and knocked on Bryan's door. This time he heard a muffled response so he opened it.

"Uh, sorry kids, but you're needed in the common room," he said and quickly shut the door again. His dick rather quickly inflating as the image of Bryan being fucked by Davey had burnt itself into his mind.

Bryan really does have a tiny dick, he thought as he hurried into his own room, he needed a bit of privacy before joining the rest in the common room.

"I told you there wasn't time for it," Bryan accused Davey as they were both pulling up their undies and pants.

"It was you who begged me to fuck your arse, Bryan. I only wanted to kiss and hug."

"Now everybody will know you fucked me while they were fighting."

"They weren't really fighting, we would have heard the sirens then."

"That's so not my point!"

"They already know we're doing stuff."

"No, they thought we were, now they know!"

"Same shit."

"No it isn't!"

"Don't worry. I doubt anyone will treat you any differently than they have."

"They better not, I'll fucking kill them if they do!"

"Shit Bryan, don't talk like that!" Davey was shocked to hear his little lover speak so harshly.

"I wouldn't, not for real, but darn it, I wanted it to be just us knowing about what we do."

"There's no secrets in prison, Bryan. No secrets at all. Let's go before someone else come looking for us."

"At least we're dressed now."

When they returned to the common room, they had to wait for Adam, though it wasn't long until he got there as well. They all drew one of the straws Papa Smurf held, Bryan getting one of the short straws. He was happy when he found out he was to be one of the two kids decorating the tree, but his happiness was short-lived as he realized Adam was the one holding the other short straw.

Chapter 38
Decorating the tree

Papa Smurf decided to inform the kids of how Christmas would unfold at the wing, everyone listening quietly even if most had experienced it at least once before.

"Tomorrow, the yard time will be from 15:30 to 17:30, all except for Adam and Bryan will go outside. Adam and Bryan you can go out to get some air from 13:30 to 15:30, so you won't get cheated out of yard time. While everyone is out in the yard, Adam and Bryan will decorate the tree and set the tables. Once you're done, no later than 17:30 of course, you will exit this room and I and my colleagues will get the food ready.

"No one is to open the door, in fact it will quite locked both when Adam and Bryan decorates the tree and when we later finish putting food on the tables. We'll turn on the lights on the tree, yes I know, it's only electric lights, but it will still be a very nice tree. Then you can come in and see the tree in all its glory, before you quietly sit in the seat with your name on it.

"We will have dinner and there'll be plenty to eat, so you don't need to worry about that, from 17:45 until around 19:30. At that time we'll sing some Christmas carols and have sweets and tea or coffee. 20:30 we will all help each other clean up and only when it's been approved, will you get your night medications and go to your rooms. You're all to be inside your room, ready for the night at 21:00. I know there will be no time for showering, which some of you seem to really enjoy," Papa Smurf said and some boys sniggered, "but you will be able to shower Sunday morning instead.

"Sunday morning is also when you will get the gifts from your family and a small gift from the Center. Now, all your families had been advised as to what kind of gifts you'd be allowed to have in here, but some have unfortunately sent or handed in gifts that we can't allow you to keep while you're here. You will be able to open them under observation and enjoy them for a few minutes before we take them away and put them into storage for you."

Some of the kids booed at Papa Smurf when he said that. He wasn't so happy about that either, but reminded himself that these kids were in prison and all of them had been found guilty in serious crimes. The rules for what was allowed to be had inside the prison were there for a reason.

"It's okay Bryan, it really is," Davey said to the younger boy, "I'll be able to decorate our own tree next year, so don't worry about it."

They were sitting in Charley's room, the older boy was a bit disappointed of not being one of the boys to decorate the tree. But then he pictured himself locked inside a room with Adam. Alone. He was pretty sure only one of them would have been able to walk out of that room afterwards.

He better not try anything with my baby kitten though!

Charley didn't know that Adam had barged in on Davey's and Bryan's sex session, nobody had said anything to him or anyone else for that matter.

Adam was back in his room wanking his six incher [15 cm] while he thought of the two young boy's fucking. He would have been a happy spectator, if they'd only let him watch the action. He had been hot for Davey, but Bryan that little slut had seemed to really enjoy being fucked by the fourteen year-old. It was almost too much that he had to decorate the tree and set up the room for the Christmas dinner the next day with the young boy so close by. So much could happen in two hours, he could easily fuck the kid while he lay over one of the tables.

Alas that next day, when everyone else had been shooed outside into the cold damp weather, he only made small-talk with the new boy of his dreams. He knew Charley would be more than cross with him if he ever made a move on the little boy. It helped that they had something to do while they were locked up, it was hard not to get into the special Christmas mood that seemed to make everyone behave like a little kid again. In particular when they had finished putting the chain of lights on the tree and switched the power on to them. Now the paltry fir tree no longer was paltry. It was a Christmas tree if there had ever been one.

He could see the lights sparkle in Bryan's eyes, as the little one stood there almost trancelike staring at the tree.

"Wait until we finish hanging all the stuff onto it, Bryan, it'll be much more magical then," Adam said, almost like a big brother talking to his little brother.

Bryan snapped out of his trance and looked up at the gangly teen. He didn't seem frightening now, not a bit.

He's actually kind of nice.

They decided that Bryan would hang the things onto the lower part on the tree since he wasn't tall enough to reach the top of it. Though it wasn't the largest tree in the world, it stood about 7 feet tall [2 m], it was much too high for the small boy. He was only 4'3" [1.50 m], even if he was twelve years-old.

Adam didn't put the angel on top, instead he told Bryan to hold the porcelain figurine and hefted the small boy up into the air, letting him have the honours of putting this final piece of decoration on the tree. He held him up just under his arms, never doing anything even remotely sexy to the lithe kid. As soon as Bryan had placed the angel and adjusted it a couple of times until it sat exactly as the young kid wanted it to, he put him back onto the floor again.

"Thanks Adam."

"You're welcome Bryan. Now hit the power switch again, let's see if the lights still work proper."

Bryan did exactly that and went back to stand next to the tall teenager. Adam put one arm over the shoulder of the younger boy.

"Merry Christmas, little one."

"Merry Christmas," Bryan responded, "But it's not really until tomorrow morning."

"No, but we can pretend."

"Yes. But we need to set the tables," Bryan said.

"Right, I'll get the plates on if you'll do the cups and cutlery."

"It's plastic, it hardly qualifies as cutlery," Bryan giggled.

"Hah, just get on with it, we spent a lot of time on the tree."

"Yeah, but it sure is lovely to look at."

Bryan followed Adam around the tables, put the plastic knife and fork on either side of the plates. Then had to redo his work as Adam pointed out forks are meant to be placed on the left side of the plates. The small lefty always used his left hand to work the knife, as it was easier for him, but had forgotten not everyone was like him.

"Here, put the napkins on the plates, then we're about done," Adam said while looking over the tables.

"Shouldn't we put some decorations on the tables as well?" Bryan asked.

"Shit, you're right, they do look rather bland."

A few hectic minutes later, the room was like transformed, it was almost cosy.

"Hurry, kill the power to the lights, before the guard comes," Adam said, "We can't do more now. But I think we did great."

"Yes," Bryan said. He thought so too, but he wasn't looking forward to having Christmas dinner without his parents and both sets of grandparents.

They heard the slight noise as a key was inserted in the lock on the door and Papa Smurf entered the room. He quickly shut the door behind him.

"Oh yes, this is very nice. You did well both of you. I trust there were no problems?"

"No, Sir," Bryan said while Adam just shook his head.

"I'm glad to hear that. Now, scoot the both of you, this room is now off limits until 17:45."

The rest of the kids were on their way to the wing, so Bryan went to his room to wash his hands and put on a bit of the deodorant Charley had bought for him. He didn't really need it yet and didn't put it on very often, but that Christmas evening he wanted to smell nice. He even dressed up sharp, which wasn't at all hard to do, it was harder to dress casually for every day stuff due to his mum's persistence of him not being a hillbilly, and shouldn't dress like one.

He even had a pair of black dress shoes, which he put on that late afternoon, almost evening. His feet fit perfectly into the size 2.5 [EU: 35] pair of shoes he had gotten for his tenth birthday party. He put on a white button down shirt, and his best navy blue slacks and belt. The belt covered the adjustable waistband of the little boys slacks he had put on, almost making him look like a little adult. His mum had even put a tie in the large weekend bag with clothing she had brought on one of the visits, but he didn't put it on.

That would be too over the top, he thought.

He finished by smoothing out his longish hair, which he had disturbed when he put on a fresh undershirt.

All set!

Bryan had to withstand a lot of cat calls and whistles as he walked from his room to stand with the other boys waiting to enter the common room. He was by far the most sharp-dressed boy of the lot, only two other kids had bothered changing into something slightly nicer than they usually wore. Bryan ignored the other kids, but they could tell he was embarrassed from the way they treated him. His cheeks blushed and his blonde hair and bright white shirt did nothing to mask the redness on his face.

He only relaxed when he felt Charley hug him from behind. The older boy had also put on some more deodorant and Bryan would have been able to identify him if he had been standing in a pitch black room. Ever since the older boy had started wearing it, Bryan had taken in the scent every time the older boy had fucked him. Which had been at least once a day. The last time had been that very morning just after breakfast, since there'd be no chance to fuck around after the Christmas dinner.

Not unless they did it quickly during the dinner, but neither boy was interested in that. Bryan didn't want it because it took nearly ten minutes before it felt nice to him having that monster cock far up his arse. Charley on the other hand was as you already know much more interested in long and powerful fucks. He could fuck the kid hard from the get go, and did so at times, but he knew it hurt him a great deal every time he did it. He really didn't want to hurt Bryan on Christmas Eve.

So, they agreed to do it after they'd gotten their gifts from their families, though Charley didn't really expect to get anything. He hoped for it, of course, but with only his mum knowing where he was and she wasn't even communicating with him, he knew it just wouldn't happen. He had never known his dad, probably his mum didn't even know the guy either. The box on his birth certificate where the name of the father was supposed to be, was quite blank.

At least I can be with Bryan when he opens his gifts. I sure hope he'll like mine.

The dinner was somewhat awkward in the beginning, the guards had decided to split the boys from their normal little cliques, so they sat at a table with boys they didn't really know so well. There was a guard and three kids per table, the guard was there to make sure things didn't get out of hand of course. They knew some of the boys would likely start fighting if they saw an opportunity for it. So it took some time before everyone relaxed and started talking to one another instead of just answering the guards' questions.

Bryan's table mates were Jaden and Adam, which wasn't so bad. Jaden hardly said a word, unless the guard directly asked him a question and Adam turned out to be rather nice to chat with. Charley sat across from Steve, which was a much more delicate situation, but the two boys silently called a truce and ignored each other completely throughout the dinner. Davey sat with Omar and another kid and all three talked quite easily with each other. Omar explained a bit about the Muslim celebrations, of which he was most excited about the Eid feast, ending the much more dreaded month long feast.

As Papa Smurf had said they ended the evening by singing Christmas Carols, mostly Christian songs, of which 'Holy Night' was Bryan's favorite. They finished with 'Jingle Bells' where they kept increasing the speed of the song until you couldn't really hear the words anymore. Bryan started giggling which in turn made the rest of the boys and not just one of the guards laugh and chuckle along with his sweet boyish giggles and finally high pitched laughter.

It wasn't until later, when Bryan lay in his bed in the pitch dark room, that he started missing home and his parents. He wept quietly as he sucked gently on the dummy some stupid kid had left for him to find under his duvet. He was happy for being able to suck on it then, the gentle sucking soothed him enough to finally go to sleep. It wasn't until the wee hours of the night that the dummy fell from his lips to rest on his pillow.

Chapter 39
The gift

Christmas day started out quietly, but as the time for the gifts to be handed out neared, the boys got more excited. Bryan was of course no less excited than the rest, even if being in prison on that very day was hard for him. He almost couldn't restrain himself, had to walk to his door and peek out to see which room the guards were inside every two minutes. Charley was sitting with Bryan and tried to make the young boy more at ease but even he was smitten by the excitement Bryan felt.

The older boy hoped he would be able to hide his disappointment when he found out all he'd get was the stupid gift from the Center. It wasn't anything but a new toothbrush, a nice piece of soap, but just soap all the same, a bottle of shampoo and a cheap deodorant. At least it had been that the last two years and he was quite certain that it would be the same this year. But he didn't want to ruin the morning for Bryan. The young boy was acting like Charley wanted to, but didn't for fear of being considered childish.

"Come here, you," he told Bryan after he had checked the progress for the sixth time.

"Ah, they're so slow!" Bryan whined as he closed the door.

"They'll be here as soon as they can. We're only twelve kids in this wing. It would be far worse if we were in one of the others, there's twenty in some of them."

"They could have started on this side, then I'd be the very first one instead of the last. I'm the youngest anyway. And it's my first Christmas here. It's not really fair is it?"

"I know what to do to get your mind off it," the older boy said as seductively as he could.

"There's no way in hell I'm letting you fuck me now!"

"Damn boy, you sure do have a one tracked mind. No, what I had in mind is this!"

Bryan was soon squealing from laughter as he tried to prevent Charley's tickling fingers in getting to his body. Unfortunately for the small boy, he had to use two hands to stop just one of Charley's, and the older boy took full advantage of both that and his far greater reach. About the time Bryan was ready to pee his pants just to force Charley to stop tickling him, he heard the knock on his door. He was in no state to reply so Charley did it for him. The two guards brought in a large canvas bag acting like they were Santa's little helpers.

"Let's see if any of you two have been naughty this year. Hmm, there's no coal in here, so maybe there are gifts instead."

Charley had heard those words before, and he thought them quite lame, but Bryan hadn't and was no less excited now than he had been while awaiting the arrival of the guards. He clapped his hands together and sat on the edge of his bed, looked about to pee his pants, though it wasn't from being tickled this time.

One of the guards pulled out a flat squared package and handed it to Bryan. The gift wrapping had been opened and taped back on again, but Bryan didn't notice that. He was quite disappointed when he could tell that it was just some boring piece of clothing that was inside the package. It didn't rattle and was far too light to be anything really exciting. He quickly read the card on the gift, it was his mum's handwriting and though he had a bit of trouble deciphering the curly letters she wrote, he finally worked out that she had written she'd always love him.

There was more, much more in the card, but he didn't bother reading that straight away. His eyes found the pristine £20 note carefully taped to the card behind the sheet of paper upon which his mum had scribbled the letter to him. Unfortunately for him, the guard had also seen the money.

"I'll just take that. It'll go into your account, don't worry."

"Aw!" Bryan said as he watched the guard carefully undo the tape that held the £20 note to the card and the money went into a box the other guard held onto.

"Well, unwrap it," Charley goaded, anxious to see what was inside the gift wrapping.

Bryan tore into the paper, ripped it apart and found a cardboard box hidden inside. It was taped shut with heavy duty tape that took forever to undo. Finally he handed the box to Charley.

"You open it, you're stronger than me."

"Okay," he said and used one of his finger nails to slice through the tape, "Here."

"How'd you do that?" Bryan asked.

"I'll show you later. Come on, let's see what's inside."

Bryan opened the box and pulled out an olive coloured jumper.

"Man, that's nice!" Charley said, much more excited about it than Bryan was.

"It's not so bad," was all the small boy said.

"I'll need the box," the guard said.

Bryan handed it back after he had checked inside for any hidden goodies. There weren't any to his dismay.

"The next one is for you Charley."

"Okay," the older boy said indifferently. He knew it had to be the boring Center gift.

It wasn't though. He could see it wasn't anything like that when the guard pulled out a small box, but it was much nicer wrapped than anything the Center would have done. He opened the envelope that was taped to the gift, expecting to find a Christmas card but found a letter instead. He didn't read it all, but saw it started with "My dearest Charles." He knew no one that would use his real name, he had always been Charley. Even his mum had called him by that name.

Charley carefully unwrapped the paper and found an expensive looking leather box inside. One of those made for jewellery. But as he opened the box he saw it was no jewellery, but instead a rather impressive watch that just screamed "MAN!" at him. It was about the most macho thing he had ever seen.

"Charley, I'm afraid we have to take the watch with us, we need to determine its value before we can let you have it."

"Can I just try it on, just for a minute, please?" Charley said very softly.

"Sure, you can keep it on while you boys open the rest of your gifts. As long as we leave with it."

"You have my word, Sir," Charley said and carefully removed the watch from the box. He examined the lock for a while before finally working out how to open it. He quickly removed his old, cheap watch from his wrist and slid his hand through the watchstrap that seemed to be made of real gold. Or at least gilded metal of some sort. He was impressed with the heavy watch, it was nothing at all like the nearly weightless plastic watch he had worn. He could almost feel the weight shift as the second hand moved around inside of it.

"Wow Charley, who did you get it from? It's fucking sweet!"

The guards were so busy studying the watch they didn't so much as flinch at the cuss word coming from the lips of the otherwise so sweet little boy.

"I don't know, I really don't know anyone who'd be able to afford anything like this. It isn't from my mum, that's for sure."

"Check the card," Bryan suggested.

"It isn't a card, it's a letter. I'd rather read it later, after we've been tucked in."

One of the guards smiled at Charley's choice of words.

"Right then, we have another one for… You, Bryan."

"That's from my dad!"

It wasn't clothes he could tell. If it was it would have to be something like a chain mail as it was quite heavy. He skipped the card completely, would read it after he found out what the gift was. It was much easier to open than the one from his mum had been and he found a very comprehensive book about South Africa in it.

"Oh!" Bryan gasped, "He remembered it. No way, he couldn't have remembered that. How could he remember?"

"I don't know, Bryan. All I can see is a book, and you're acting like it's the newest PlayStation or something."

"When I was like eight, I totally wanted to go to South Africa. I asked my mum and dad if we could go there on holiday, but they told me it was far too expensive. How the heck did he remember that? No, it isn't a PlayStation, but I suck at video games anyway. This is so much more valuable to me than a game system or even a laptop would've been."

"Look at the card now," Charley insisted.

Bryan opened it and found not only a card but also a letter inside it. And another £20 note that the guard just as quickly confiscated. The other guard made a note on a piece of paper and had Bryan sign next to it. The paper was a list with all the names of the kids in the wing, and he quickly read it. Two other kids had gotten money, but only £10. Next to his name the guard had written £40, and he scribbled his childish signature inside the proper box.

"The last two gifts are from the Center," the guard who had been handing out the other gifts informed, "I'll just need the watch, Charley, I know it sucks, but it's the rules you know. I hope you can have it back right quick."

Charley didn't want to take off his new watch, but did anyway. He handed it to the guard, then signed the paper the guard asked him to. It proved he had handed in his watch. Both Bryan and Charley was left with a copy of the statements, so they'd be able to get compensation if the Center misplaced their stuff, or in Bryan's case, forget to update his Center account.

The guards left them and Bryan looked at the last gift he'd receive for Christmas that year.

"Might as well open it, kitten," Charley said, "but it won't be anything nice."

It was just as Charley had predicted, the same stuff he had gotten the two previous years.

"Hey it's the same deodorant you gave me," Bryan noticed.

"Right, you can have the one in my 'gift' too. I won't use it myself."

"Cool."

Bryan reached under his bed and pulled out a plastic shopping bag, easily identified as coming from the kiosk in the center. He handed it to Charley.

"It's nothing much really, you know they don't have a lot of things in the kiosk and I'm not like you who can get anything smuggled in."

"I can't get you a poster of Rita Hayworth or anyone else for that matter," Charley grinned, "But I did get you this."

Bryan took the small package, it was really light, cubic shaped and about 7 cm [3 inch] on either side. He shook it and he could hear something move about inside. He removed the gift wrapping and gasped as he realized what it was he had been given.

"How the hell did you get this?" He demanded to know.

"I have my ways. Try it, let's see if it fits."

"You won't laugh at me?"

"No man, I didn't spend so much money just to laugh at you and make you never use it."

Bryan opened the lid of the small plastic encasing, it was see-through so he had seen what was inside it immediately after tearing the gift wrapping off of it. It was a much bigger dummy than the little baby dummy he had been sucking on for half of the night.

"What are adult babies?" he asked the teen after reading the label on the side of the box.

"Fuck if I know. Just put it in your mouth, I won't poke fun at you."

Bryan considered it briefly then put the large fake nipple into his mouth. He couldn't help but give it a few sucks and was surprised at how nice it was compared to the much too small dummy he had sucked on before.

"You look kind of cute like that."

"Thanks, it's the best gift of them all," Bryan said most truthful, "Now I only feel bad about the stuff I got you. It doesn't compare to this at all."

"Let me be the judge of that," Charley said and opened the shopping bag, "Hey, this isn't bad at all. You must have emptied your account to get all this!"

"I didn't buy it all at once, it took me six weeks to get it."

"You put aside chocolate bars and crisps and even sodas for an entire six weeks? And you never wanted to just eat it yourself?"

"I never said that. I've wanted to, but I really wanted you to have something for Christmas too. And it's nothing compared to this!"

He held up the dummy/pacifier for Charley to see.

"I'm glad you liked it, I got two more for you, but they're pink, not blue."

"Oh well, it isn't like I'll walk around in the corridor sucking on one of them. It'll just be me who knows. And you."

"I'm glad you like it, I was afraid you'd get all upset and think I just see you as a big baby and all."

"No, I do like it. Just don't ever think of bringing me nappies, I'd probably kill you if you did."

"You and what army?" Charley chuckled, "Are you sure though? There's this special needs kid in the infirmary wing who wears them, I could pro…"

"Don't even joke about it! I'm serious! I'm not a baby and I won't wear diapers."

"Sorry little man, no I was only kidding, I'd never do that."

Even though it would make you look so adorable, Charley thought.

He never brought up the question of nappies again, but later that same day, he gave Bryan the remaining two adult sized dummies. It had been tough persuading Phil to smuggle them in, the guard only agreed to it when Charley had downright threatened about reporting him for having him make Charley fuck him. It would have been word against word, but Charlie would be able to not only describe the room where it had taken place, a room that was off limits to the kids, but also the weird looking tattoo Phil had on his right buttock.

The two kids didn't fuck right after they had opened their gifts as they had originally planned to. Instead Charley went to his room and started reading the letter that had accompanied the watch. It was a letter from his aunt, and he never even knew his mum had a sister.

My dearest Charles.

I know you probably don't recall me, but I'm Helen, your mum's sister. I used to babysit you when you were only a wee little lad. That was before my sister decided to just pick up and leave. She took you with her, never even letting me say goodbye to you. I've only just managed to locate her again and then she wouldn't talk to me and she refused to tell me anything about you. All she would say was that you had assaulted her. I don't believe it happened the way she told me, that you for no reason at all would stab your mum in the back.

Do you have any idea of how hard it was to find you? I had to hire a retired policeman to track you down. The HMPS just wouldn't tell me where you were and only by pure luck did he find someone who was willing to risk their job for giving the information to him.

I hope you're doing okay in there, prison is not for the faint of heart, but I trust you to be able to look after yourself. I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this and that I have to do it in a letter instead of being able to look you in the eyes. My father, your granddad, has passed away, fortunately it happened during the night while he was asleep. The watch you've probably already put on your wrist belonged to him. He got it from his father and it was supposed to be handed down to your granddad's son. As he never did have any sons and I only have girls, I'm sending it to you.

I trust you will take good care of it until the day you can pass it on to your own son. I know, well I hope, you won't be a daddy for several years to come, but keep the watch in mind when the time comes.

Please write back and let me know you're safe and that you got the watch.

Your aunt,

Helen.

Charley's mum had never mentioned anything to him about Helen or that he had a granddad. Well, that he had had a granddad as the man had clearly died. He had worn the watch that used to belong to him. And now it was his. It had to be really old if his great grandfather had given it to his granddad.

Probably at least seventy years old, he thought as he reread the letter from his aunt.

He opened his drawer and pulled out pen and paper along with an envelope and one of the post stamps he never thought he'd have a use for again. He spent hours writing a reply to his aunt, telling her of his life, from the earliest he could remember right up until the present day. He ended the letter by writing that he wanted to meet her if it was at all possible. The fifteen year-old boy suddenly realized an important thing, he wasn't alone anymore. He had someone out there who cared for him!

Bryan had read the letters from his mum and dad as well. They hadn't been as long as Charley's letter, but still it made him miss his parents so terribly. He couldn't wait for the next day where they'd come visit him again. He'd even put on the jumper his mum had given him, just to make her happy.

Chapter 40
Learning to wank

After they had eaten dinner that evening on Christmas day, Bryan only had to look at Charley to understand the older boy wanted to fuck him. He smiled at him and gave him a little nod. Charley's eyes lit up as he returned the smile and he hurried after the small boy to his room.

"Your bum clean and all?" Charley asked when he saw Bryan start undressing.

"Yeah, I did it before dinner, should be squeaky clean as a whistle."

"Great! It feels like I haven't fucked you in a year."

"It's only been 36 hours at the most."

"Still, far too long, just leave the undershirt on, I'm too horny to wait anymore."

Bryan was only allowed enough time to spread a glob of the butter over his bum hole and stick one of his fingers into it, spreading more of the slick stuff inside it, before Charley picked him up and placed him on his back on his bed. In no time at all, he had his knees right next to his cheeks and already Charley was busy working his massive cock head into him.

"Oh yeah, I love this part," Charley said as he felt his cock pierce through the small warm hole.

Bryan was too busy trying not to yell out from the pain of the sudden penetration to respond. Already sweat had broken out on his forehead and in his hairless armpits. He moaned as Charley slowly pushed further inside and only stopped when half of his nine inches [23 cm] was imbedded in the young boy. He paused until he had collected enough energy to push the remainder of his cock into the tight confines of Bryan's bum.

He gasped when he could push no further, any more pushing would only have resulted in the smaller boy being moved across the bed away from him. He had to strain a bit but managed to seek out Bryan's lips with his own and kissed him passionately while enjoying the heated tight sheath around his cock.

"I won't last too long tonight, Bryan," he whispered into the young boy's ear.

"That's okay," Bryan said and hid his disappointment from his older friend.

"I'll make up for it tomorrow," Charley promised.

"You better! Just hurry, if you can't do it for long anyway."

Charley replied by moving in and out of the little boy in quick, short and powerful strokes. It took him less than five minutes of rigorous fucking to shoot his sperm right where it belonged, deep inside his baby kitten.

While Charley was kind of satisfied, at least the burning flames inside him had been turned down for the time being, it left Bryan much with the same feeling as when he had to let men fuck him for a meagre amount of money.

Bryan wasn't constantly horny, puberty far from setting into his body, but that didn't mean he never got horny. He just needed some kind of help to be turned on, like prolonged kissing or having his little penis played with. Not to forget being fucked, though that took longer than the other ways. But Charley had made Bryan horny, and all the little boy could do now was to wait for the feelings to vanish. He still didn't know that he could somewhat easily wank his little stiffy until he'd experience a kiddy cum.

It wasn't until shortly before that wonderful day when Davey finally was released from prison that he taught Bryan how to properly masturbate. It happened by pure chance as they were lying in Bryan's bed under his duvet, having just finished one of their last sexual encounters. One where Davey had fucked Bryan until the little one had cum twice from it.

"Oh, Davey, I'll fucking miss this feeling when you've gone," Bryan had said.

"I know, it's the best, being fucked is something I'll miss too. But at least we can wank."

"That only makes me want to pee."

"You won't pee from it, you just have to keep going and it'll feel really nice. Almost as nice as squirting from being fucked."

"I never tried that."

"What? You came twice in the last half an hour!"

"No, I mean, I haven't tried squirting when I wank."

"Well, you won't really squirt, not yet."

"I didn't get the feelings like I'd squirt if I could."

"Oh."

"Yes."

"Let me show you how to do it. You can do it dry or you can put some spit on it which is what I like the most. Just don't use too much or it'll just get you wet all over. See?"

Bryan did see, he saw Davey tugging on his soft willy, now moist from the older boy's spittle. It took a little while but soon enough Bryan's willy was stiff making it much easier for Davey to fully retract the stretchy foreskin.

"You can put some spit on the end, that feels great too," Davey transferred a bit of spittle to the little boy's glans.

"Now you just wank, and keep on wanking until your dick jerks and your bum hole tightens up. Speed up when you feel like it."

Bryan wished the older boy would have continued to wank him off but knew he had to do it himself for the practice. He needed to know as when Davey was gone, there'd be no one but himself to give him the good feelings. Charley of course didn't much care whether or not Bryan would cum when he had sex with the little boy.

Bryan mimicked the way Davey had moved his fingers up and down the short stiffy rhythmically retracting his foreskin and covering the small glans back up again. He had done this before, even when he had only been six and had to do it to stretch his then tight foreskin, but now he knew what the true objective of the activity was. He'd seen people do it to themselves or to others and found it equally grotesque and fun to watch them but hadn't known the real reason for it. Not until now.

It did feel nice and he found out that by adjusting the rhythm and the grip he could make it feel even nicer. It was like when he had ridden the huge cock of Charley's, then he had been in control too and could adapt the speed to his liking. He continued jerking his little stiffy even when it felt like he had to pee and even when his left arm started tiring. His breathing became more laboured, a gasp escaped him every now and then, and still he kept on going.

He firmed up most of the muscles in his body, most noticeable was when he lifted his feet clear off the mattress on which he lay, his upper body propped up on his right elbow as he went through the final stages of wanking. His left hand was but a blur as it continued to stroke his two inch [5 cm] stiffy and he held his breath for as long as he could until he had to quickly breath out and in again with a short but powerful gasp. He gasped again fifteen seconds later, his body even more rigid than earlier when all of his hard work finally rewarded him with his very first self-induced kiddy orgasm.

He slowed his hand movement considerably as the feelings from his dick became so extreme it nearly hurt the young boy. His stiffy jerked almost violently and his bum hole tightened firmly shut seven times before the orgasm slowly ebbed out.

Bryan never released his stiffy during his orgasm, but at the end of it he simply pinched it tight between thumb and index finger. It felt like it would burst if he was to retract his foreskin just one more time. His mind swam, much like it had done when the young boy had smoked cigarettes, only this time it felt so much better. He spent another thirty or so seconds breathing heavily with his eyes shut, his fingers still clutching his slowly deflating stiffy but otherwise fully relaxing his body.

He opened his eyes and it was a second or so before he managed to focus on Davey's face. He smiled satisfied and completely drained from energy at the older boy.

"So did you like it?" Davey asked after another minute had passed.

"Like it? I loved it!" Bryan said heartily yet still feeling fatigued.

"It's just so hard work," the small boy added.

"You really went for it too. If you slow down a little it'll make you feel nice for longer and you won't tire so much from it."

"Okay."

"I guess you'll be doing this every day from now on, I know I did when I learnt how to wank."

"No, but maybe I'll do it once in a while."

"Now you at least know what to do if Charley doesn't make you cum."

"Right. I hope it won't be needed too often, it's so much work."

"Yeah, it's better when he makes you cum. That's for sure."

Bryan cried openly that morning when Davey was to be released. He was just so sad knowing he'd probably never see him again. They'd gotten so close during the time they had spent together in the Center. They couldn't have gotten much closer really, either boy would happily lick the bum hole of the other one, stick his tongue in it and immediately afterwards they'd french-kiss like tomorrow would never come. Bryan had lost count of how many times they'd played together sexually and otherwise.

"You gotta write to me," Bryan had told the fourteen year-old.

"But my writing sucks and I can't spell, you know I'm dysleptical."

"I know you are dyslexic, go to the library and use one of the computers there. You know how to use a word processor, I've seen you type on the computer. Just promise you'll write!"

"I'll try," was all Davey had wanted to commit to.

They shared one final desperate kiss before a guard knocked on Davey's door.

The guard picked up one of the boxes packed by the two boys the night before and Davey slung the carryall onto his back before hefting up the second box. It was all the fourteen year-old had been allowed to keep in his room at the center. More was waiting for him in the reception where he was escorted to next.

He looked at Bryan one last time before the door to the wing was closed and he gave the small boy an encouraging smile.

Chapter 41
Disaster strikes

Bryan spent much more time on his schoolwork now that Davey was no longer in the prison with him. Charley was of course there with him, but they didn't have as much in common as the two younger kids had had. Charley spent around two or three hours a day with Bryan but mostly all they did in that time was to have sex and shower in the evening. Charley had been allowed to rent a TV and an old PlayStation which Bryan wasn't much interested in. It gave him flashbacks to the times when he had sat on Colt's lap in front of the computer.

It was at the start of February when disaster struck for the third time in the wing.

The first disaster had been the rape of Davey and even if they still didn't know who had raped him, it had pretty much been forgotten by February. The second disaster had been when Davey was released, though it was only really disastrous to Bryan. The third disaster however was felt by four kids and one that would really change the life of all in the wing.

It began quite peacefully really. Nothing unorthodox had led up to it and it caught all involved with their pants down. Figuratively speaking. Charley went to the monthly meeting with his personal officer and it wasn't until halfway through the one hour sit-down, that the disaster struck him.

"So, Charley, you're about to turn sixteen, it's only two weeks from now isn't it?" the female prison officer asked.

"Yes, it's on the 16th."

"Right, you're currently in wing 3C, it's a wing for boys aged 13 to 15, so we're moving you to wing 5B within the next two weeks. That's a wing for 16 and 17 year-olds."

"But what about Bryan?" Charley asked after he had gotten over the initial shock.

"Bryan?"

"Yeah, he's my friend. Come on, you got to have his name on one of the papers you have there."

"Right. Well, he is not old enough to be put in wing 5B… wait a minute, is this right? He's only twelve?"

"Yes, but the judge ordered him to be locked up here."

"Oh, that's him. Right, well I'm afraid he'll have to stay in 3C, you won't really be able to see him much more from now on. Only if you attend mass at the chapel, but you don't go to mass do you?"

"No. I'm not really religious, I'm Catholic but only because my mum got me baptized when I was a baby."

"Oh, as I said, you won't be able to see him unless it's at mass. Every other activity such as yard time is based on age, and you're about to join the oldest age group, where Bryan is in the youngest."

"Fuuuuuck!" Charley said under his breath.

It wasn't just Charley who was scheduled to move wings. Adam who was also about to turn 16, though it was a week later than Charley was to be moved at the same time as him. It was just easier for the guards to move them both at the same time than it was to go through it all a week later. Adam took it much the same way as his only friend at the prison was Steve, who was a year younger than him. Their relationship however, wasn't sexual like Charley's and Bryan's was.

Bryan took the news of Charley's move much like he had done when he found out Davey was to be released.

"It's just how the system works, Bryan," Charley said.

"I hate this fucking system!" the younger boy said angrily.

"It's easier for you, though."

"How? I'm losing my only two friends within two months. How is that easy?"

"Well, I'm losing you. There won't be anyone in the other wing I want to fool around with."

"Ah! That's all you ever think of, who you can fuck with that beast of a willy you have."

"I'm sorry, but it is an important part of my life, it will be for you as well. Just wait and see."

"I'll never be so obsessed about sex as you, not in a million years."

"I'd dare you, but I know what your response to that will be. Look, we can still meet in the chapel once a week, that's what my PO said."

"Chapel? You want to fuck during the sermon? Up on the altar in front of everyone?"

"Noooo, man! I just want to sit next to you on the bench and be with you."

"Oh! Really?"

"Yeah, I don't know anyone in the new wing, only Adam, but I don't think we're going to be talking much."

"What time is the service? I know it's on Sundays, obviously."

"I think it's at 10, I don't know for sure."

"I still hate this fucking place." Bryan said.

"You and me both, at least we'll still be able to hold hands or something. We can even swap notes so you can tell me all about what happens here."

"You know, I might miss being fucked by you."

"I knew you'd get to like it, baby kitten."

"It still hurts at first."

"It's only because your bum is so small."

"My bum is the perfect size, it's your willy that's much too big. If you put it on a horse, he'd be happy."

"Promise me something, Bryan."

"What?"

"Always keep calling it a willy, don't start using cock or prick."

"Why?"

"Cuz you're so cute when you call it a willy."

"You just want to bum me again."

"So?"

"So do it. You're moving next week, until then I want to suck on your willy or have it up my bum."

"I can't do that all of the time, we have to eat and go to school and shit."

"You can poo on your own time, I don't want to be around when you do that. No, what I mean is every time we can, we will do sex stuff."

"Works for me."

"Oh, and Charley?"

"Yeah?"

"I want you to suck on my willy. Just once."

Charley looked disgusted at the thought of doing that.

"Come on, just bloody once, it won't kill you."

"No Bryan. I'm NOT gay!"

"Me neither, but that doesn't keep you from fucking me every time you can. Sucking on my willy will not make you gay. I'll never tell anyone about it so you can keep your macho appearances up."

"Fuck! Well you better make sure to fucking clean it really well. And not with soap, I hate the taste of that!"

"I'll cover it in honey if it'll make you want to suck on it."

"Psssh, no, I don't like honey that much. Maybe if you put some of the curry sauce on it."

"Ack, no, that'll burn!"

"I was only pulling your leg. But I'm not joking about your cleaning it. I won't suck it if it taste like pee."

"Pee really isn't so gross."

"Eww! I'll pretend you didn't just say that."

As they had planned, Bryan and Charley spent most of their free time together in either of their rooms, where the little one serviced the older boy. The first four days there was hardly a moment when Charley's cock wasn't in one way or the other stuck into Bryan's body. The older boy fucked the younger in every position he could possibly think of, on the bed, on the floor, even one where Bryan sat gingerly on the edge of the sink doing the best he could not to slip into it.

He fucked him from behind while Bryan stood with his feet on the floor. They also fucked while the younger boy clung onto him not touching the floor at all. Charley held him up firmly while Bryan had his legs around the older boy's body. They tried to fuck standing with Charley holding Bryan's thighs and the small boy reaching over and behind him to hold onto the older boy's neck, but it was too cumbersome for them both.

When the first four days had passed, Charley had to admit that he was about worn out, that he wouldn't be able to continue like this until the day he was transferred to his new wing.

"It's okay, I think my bum could do with a rest too. It bled a little when I pooed this morning."

"What?"

"Oh, it wasn't much, just a drop, I only saw it on the toilet paper after I wiped."

"You study the paper after you wipe your bum?"

"Noooo, it isn't like I'm sitting there looking at it for half an hour, I just look when I fold it to wipe another time."

"I only wipe once before I take some more paper."

"That's not being very eco-friendly."

"I couldn't care less what the world is like in 100 years. I'll be dead anyway."

"Think of your children then. They'll want the planet to be a nice place too."

"Bah, like I'll ever have children."

"Sure, why not? You'd probably make a great daddy."

"Let's not talk about that."

"Why?"

"Okay, my parents weren't exactly superstars when it came to parenting. Hell, I don't even know who my father is."

"So? That doesn't have anything to do with how you will be."

"Maybe not. But I'm still much too young to be a dad."

"You're almost sixteen. Back in the days, people got married when they were like 10 and had babies when they were 14 or 15."

"That's only because they didn't know better. Naw, I'm not going to be a daddy until I'm at least 25."

"You better wear condoms when you fuck then," Bryan suggested, remembering the rather embarrassing times when Chad had helped him with the sexual education. Bryan now knew far more about sex than he really wanted.

Who would've known it can be dangerous to have sex? All those times I had men shooting sperm in me, they could've made me sick!

None had, at least as far as Bryan knew. He hadn't seen any of the symptoms described in the textbook. There had even been pictures of what to look for, and he had afterwards studied the parts of his body he could see. Apart from some small bumps on his willy there was nothing to worry about. And the bumps weren't at all a sign of any illness, it was just how it was supposed to be, he learned when he took time to study Davey's and Charley's willies closer.

"There's no risk of fathering a child when I fuck you, my baby…"

"I'm not a b…"

"Kitten."

Since none of the boys really wanted to fuck around anymore, they just spent time together. Charley could be playing a game on his PlayStation while Bryan did his schoolwork, or they could be found playing cards or other games. They did still have sex, but rather than for the entire time, it was just half an hour of Bryan sucking Charley or Charley bumming Bryan.

This went on until the last day, where they were both in the mood for a prolonged session of love making.

Bryan started it by going to the loo with the bottle in hand. He made sure Charley saw him take it with him. When his bum was clean inside and out he went back to his room. Here he took off his trousers and undies but kept the rest of his clothes on.

The old prison's central heating was no match to the cold of March. Though his window was double glazed, it didn't shut properly so the cold air from outside still managed to get into his room.

He climbed up onto his chair kneeling in front of the sink, with the water running he thrust his pelvis as far forward as he could and started meticulously cleaning his little willy. He cupped one of his hands and kept shovelling water onto his willy while using the other hand to rub on it. Whether it was the careful cleaning or the thought of finally having Charley suck on his willy that caused it to firm up and stand at attention, no one really knows. It didn't matter to Bryan either as long as the older boy would do as he had promised.

Charley sat on Bryan's bed reading a comic book, or at least pretended to. He stole glances at the little boy who concentrated on washing his private bits, wanted to make sure the little boy did a thorough job. He wasn't very excited of the prospect of taking that little thing into his mouth, yet he had promised to do it.

Oh well, it's so little, I can just pretend it's a girl's clit I'm licking.

Bryan turned off the faucet when he figured he was just wasting water, his willy couldn't possibly get any cleaner than it was by then. He had made sure to pull back his foreskin and clean there as well as he knew that was by far the least tasty bit of a willy if it wasn't properly clean. He sure hoped for the older boy to suck on it for a long time but then it struck him.

We didn't talk about how long he had to suck on it. All I said he had to suck on it once.

Bryan was furious with himself. He couldn't understand how he could be so stupid if his IQ really was in the 145 to 150 range.

What a salesman I'll be, I'll probably forget to tell the customer the price of the car he wants. Or let him drive off in it without paying.

To Bryan a salesperson was one who sold cars, not anything else.

"You're sure it's clean?"

Bryan heard Charley ask the question and broke off his berating of himself.

"It's as clean as it'll ever be now."

"Then come over here. I thought you wanted me to suck on your willy. Not mumble to yourself."

"I wasn't mumbling."

"You said something about you being stupid or something."

"I said that out loud? I didn't mean to."

"Forget it. Just come over here before I change my mind."

"You wouldn't?"

"I might. Come on, I won't bite."

Bryan walked the few paces to where Charley was sitting. Wondered what he should do, stand in front of the older boy or get on the bed.

That's silly, he'd break his neck trying to reach it if I stood in front of him.

So he got up on the bed and half lay half sat up against the wall where the headboard would've been if there had been any. He sat on his pillow, hadn't intended to do that, but it pushed his pelvis a little higher so he stayed where he was.

My bum's all clean anyway. Long as I don't fart, I'll leave no smell on my pillow.

He watched as Charley shifted position on his bed. The older boy lay down on his stomach in front of him, then climbed closer to him. He spread his legs and Charley moved right up between them. Charley stopped when his mouth was directly over the small two inch [5 cm] stiffy.

Right, here goes nothing.

Charley pulled back Bryan's foreskin, saw the glistening glans it had been protecting.

That had better just be water.

He stuck his tongue out and tentatively pushed the very tip of it against the small head of Bryan's willy. It didn't taste much different than if he had sucked on one of his fingers. But the skin was much smoother than on a finger. Charley closed his eyes, opened his mouth and sucked in all of Bryan's stiffy. He made sure to keep his teeth away from the small stalk, had first-hand experience of what it felt to have teeth scratching his dick. He just sucked on the little stiffy, much like he would have sucked on a tit or a dummy.

It felt great to Bryan, though Davey was without any doubts much more experienced in the art of sucking a dick, it was still an extremely nice feeling to have Charley suck on his willy. Mostly because he had never done it to anyone before, had always downright refused to ever suck anyone's willy and yet there he was, sucking on Bryan's little stiffy.

Charley didn't stop at just sucking on it, he began to tease the head of it by licking at it. It felt rather tickling to Bryan but he didn't giggle at the sensation. He gasped, wanted to push Charley away from his stiffy, it was so intense, too intense to just lay there and do nothing. Instead of pushing Charley's head away, he put his small hands on the back of the older boy's head and pulled it closer towards his pelvis. He bucked his pelvis upwards, lifted his bum off the pillow and thrust his stiffy fully into Charley's mouth. It didn't take much effort to make this happen, it was perhaps half a centimeter that wasn't inside Charley's mouth before but now all of it was in there.

"Suck in my nuts too," Bryan said pleadingly.

He was surprised but very pleased to feel Charley do just that. The older boy had no trouble fitting both small balls and stiffy inside his mouth and he chewed down extremely carefully on the precious little things. His teeth cushioned by his lips didn't hurt the small boy who moaned happily at the sensation of having his private bits gently massaged in this strange way.

Charley was quite surprised too, sucking the little boy's stuff really wasn't bad and being able to make him moan from the sensations was strangely exciting to him. His own cock was hard as ever before, but it had to wait for a while before it would sink deeply into the moaning little boy. It didn't have to wait for long though, as Bryan came with a whiny little grunt far too soon to his liking.

Chapter 42
New kid on the block

Two months had gone by since Charley and Adam had been moved out of the wing. The remaining kids adjusted to the new situation little by little, though the new hierarchy hadn't yet established itself. Steve, no longer having Adam to lean up against, had tried to become the new leader of the wing, but wasn't successful. None of the other kids were interested in more than just minding their own business, wanted to get through their sentences as smoothly as possible.

Bryan, not only the newest arrival but also the youngest and smallest kid in the wing, if not the entire prison, as even the girls were bigger and older than him, knew he had no chance in increasing his status. Nor was he terribly interested in it. Having lost his two friends in so little time made him far less interested in starting a new friendship with one or more of the other boys.

What's the point, if they just leave me anyway?

He did what he done before he met Colt, concentrated on his schoolwork, sitting mostly in his own room reading what Chad had told him to. He could often be found sitting with a notebook next to him where he'd write notes to himself and sometimes work on a drawing or a note to Charley.

They still saw each other every Sunday, Bryan and Charley, but it was almost more painful to both than if they hadn't gone to the small chapel. All they could do was sit on one of the benches, holding hands, though more often than not a hand would wander onto the crotch of the other boy cupping a feel of what was hidden there. But that was as far as they could go. Though the room was a bit dark, only lit by candles, it wasn't dark enough for the boys to kiss or wank each other. Besides, they weren't exactly the only ones in the room, even if there weren't so many attending the Sunday services.

Before the service ended, they'd hand over their letters to each other before the guards walked them back to their wings. The letters weren't terribly exciting, mostly they shared quite erotic fantasies with each other, which they'd use to stimulate their minds while wanking before going to sleep at night. It had been Bryan who started that, by making a self-portrait of his bum. Slightly spread buttocks and the tight hole in between them glistening from the now useless Boy Butter.

Bryan had carefully worked the small mirror off the wall where it hung above the sink, and had spent hours laying on his knees and elbows with his bum facing the slightly upturned mirror. He looked back into the mirror and drew what he saw on a sheet of paper in his large notebook. He had bought a set of coloured pencils from the kiosk and used these to colour his drawing. It wasn't a picture perfect image of his young boy bum, but it wasn't far from it. It was certainly enough for Charley to wank to while he recalled the many times his cock had been inside that tight bum.

No new kids had been moved into wing 3C, but everyone knew it would only be a matter of time until someone finally came. It was highly unlikely that kids would suddenly just refrain from doing anything against the law or for the laws to be changed so kids as young as 10 wouldn't be able to go to prison. Bryan didn't worry too much about this as he spent so much of his time in his room. You'd only see him when he went to the toilet or when he took a shower though the latter only really happened every three or four days.

Bryan was still a young boy, his sweat didn't stink like a teenagers could. Every morning he put just a touch of deodorant in each of his armpits. He had plenty of it as both Davey and Charley had given him the deodorant they had gotten from the center in their Christmas gifts. He brushed his teeth in the morning and just before going to bed, he wasn't a savage, but he couldn't see the point in showering so often when he didn't need it. It wasn't like he was having wild sex every day anymore.

He kept the old plastic lemonade bottle, the one that had been squeezed so much, inside his cupboard. That and the Boy Butter reminded him of happier times, and once in a while he'd go to the loo and give himself an enema, return to his room and slick his little bum hole with the butter. He'd then lay on his back, his feet up on the wall as he furiously wanked his little stiffy and pushed his fingers into his bum. It wasn't the same as being fucked by Charley or even Davey, but it sure was better than nothing.

Of course Bryan could be seen eating his meals too, as all the kids had to eat in the common room but he always ate hurriedly and returned straight to his room. In the evenings he'd usually be the first one to get his meds and then he went back inside the safety of his room. He hardly ever, if at all went outside as he just wasn't interested in mingling or playing with the other kids.

I get all the fresh air I need just by opening my window.

So you might understand why the small boy almost jumped out of his chair when one afternoon his studies were interrupted by a knock on his door. He looked up alarmed as the door opened, but calmed right down when he saw it was Papa Smurf who entered his room. The old guard locked the door while it was still open and closed it as tight as it could before he turned back to face Bryan.

"Hello Bryan," he said.

"Hello, guv."

Bryan had learned that was the way prisoners usually addressed prison guards, but only used it with Papa Smurf. It wasn't a sign of disrespect, it was the direct opposite, he didn't know of a better way to express his fondness for the old fellow.

It isn't like I could ever tell him I love him. Like a grandfather or something!

"So, how are you holding up?"

"Uh, pretty good I think. I just keep to myself, so no problems here."

"I've noticed that and so have my colleagues. We know you were tight with Davey and Charley. You don't talk much to the other kids here."

It wasn't a question, it was a statement.

"Is that a problem?" Bryan asked softly.

"Yes and no. I mean it isn't really a problem to us, but it must be quite lonely for you?"

"I still see Charley every Sunday, we write letters to each other. And I see Chad three days a week."

"Yes, I know you see Chad, but that's for tuition, hardly what I'd call a friendship. And writing with Charley might keep you entertained for some time, but I doubt you spend all the time writing to him?"

Bryan blushed as he thought of what Papa Smurf meant by 'entertained'. He was sure nobody had ever seen the letters Charley had given him.

What if they did a spin on Charley's room? They'd find and probably read everything I've written to him.

"No, not all of it," he said.

"Listen Bryan, oh mind if I sit on your bed? My back isn't what it used to be I'm afraid."

"Please."

"Thanks. Listen lad, I've been in this prison longer than anyone else here. True, I only work here, but sometimes that's enough to make me feel like a prisoner myself. One thing I know is that you can't pull through a long sentence like yours without friends you can shoot the crap with. And I don't mean one you can only see for 30 minutes every Sunday and you can hardly talk to before you have to sit quietly. Yes, you might be holding hands throughout the 30 minutes, no need to blush, it's only what close friends do, but it just isn't enough.

"If you keep yourself confined like this, then you'll end up going bonkers at some time or another. We're not interested in that and neither should you be. No, don't try to argue with me, I've seen it happen several times, even to kids as nice as you."

"But, guv! Even if I wanted to make friends with someone, who would it be? Steve? Or Omar? Maybe Jamal? I've nothing in common with those kids. Other than being forced to be in the same wing."

"I know what they're like, and I wouldn't come in here suggesting you to make friends with them. But what if I told you there's another one you might befriend?"

"Who would that be?"

"There's a new kid just in from the Crown Court today. He's been here for all of one hour and he's quite terrified, I'm afraid. He's only just turned thirteen and it's his first time in the big house."

"Why should I want to talk to him?"

"I'm not really to say this at all, but I know everything that happens in this wing. Everything. Beau, that's his name, is very much into the same things you did with Charley and Davey."

"Wait, I didn't do nothing with them."

Papa Smurf sighed.

"Listen Bryan, I may be old and short of hearing. I'm also a lot less intelligent than you, but I know for a fact that you had what is known as sexual relations to both Charley and Davey. I don't care really, neither do my colleagues, as long as anyone isn't raped we mostly turn the blind eye at it."

Bryan was blushing profoundly by then.

"I'm not saying you should go in there and have sex with Beau, but I think he'd become a very close friend of yours, if only you'll allow him to. It's up to you, really, I can't force you to talk to him, but I strongly suggest you do."

"But, how do you know he's into, well you know?"

"I shouldn't say this either, but I know you won't tell anyone else. He's here on a guilty plea of having molested a nine year-old boy. It might have been fully consensual but you know kids under the age of sixteen can't consent to having sex. But you should really go knock on his door. He's in Adam's old cell, all the way at the end of the corridor."

"What, now?"

"Why not? Do you have to be somewhere else now? But it's up to you."

Papa Smurf got up from the bed and started walking towards the door. Before he reached it turned back to face Bryan.

"Remember Bryan, not one word about this conversation, not even Beau. You do not know why he is here, unless he explains it to you. If he wonders why you want to talk to him, just tell him something about you knowing how hard it is to be in prison. That wouldn't be lying."

Bryan nodded to Papa Smurf, acknowledging he had understood what the guard had said. He sat in chair for twenty minutes debating with himself whether or not he should go knock on the new kid's door.

What was his name? Oh yes, Beau. I like the sound of that.

Chapter 43
Beau

Bryan peeked out of the door to his room, looked up and down the corridor and saw no one. He walked quickly, yet silently down the corridor, his sneakers for once behaving and not squeaking at each step he took. He walked determinedly, his heart racing and his mind spinning, part of him wanted to turn around and run back to the safety of his dull room. Dull as it might have been, it was also very familiar to him. Another part of him, his boyish longing for adventures and no less curiosity, wanted him to move on.

What's the worst that can happen anyway? The new kid, Beau, not wanting to open his door or maybe him turning out to be someone I won't talk to? Pssh, I ain't gonna lose nothing by checking him out.

When he reached the door to Beau's room, quicker than he had anticipated, he saw the little name tag next to it, stating the name of the current resident of the room.

At least I have an excuse for knowing his name already.

He breathed a couple of gasps of air before finally knocking on the door in front of him.

Shit it sounded so loud, I hope I didn't frighten him.

It was only a second or so later when he heard a muted voice telling him to come in.

This is it! Here goes nothing.

Bryan pushed down the door handle and opened the door. He had to quickly grab himself by the neck to prevent himself from making a fool of himself.

Inside the room sitting on the bed, sat a stunningly good-looking kid. He was wearing a pair of shorts that reached to just below his knees, his legs had a fine covering of light hair. He had on a pair of sneakers that looked more like small canoes to Bryan's eyes. He let his eyes wander back up the legs, wishing he could let his hands follow the same path.

Fuck! His willy must be every bit as large as Charley's.

Beau was wearing a light green tee shirt and his arms were covered in slightly less hair than his legs, but still far more than Bryan could boast of. His own arms and legs still only had the very fine downy hair of young boys. From what Bryan could tell, this kid's body was toned like an athlete. It seemed slim, almost skinny, much like his own, though Bryan had the beginnings of a pot belly now, due to the inactivity over the past two months. The new kid's hair was dark brown, his eyes light blue, almost grey. His ears and nose seemed just a bit too large for the kid, but overall, Bryan couldn't find anything to point his finger at.

Apart from the fact he could tell the kid had very recently been crying.

That's only 'cuz he's just been through a strip search and all the other humiliating stuff.

"Hi," Bryan said.

Beau sniffed before he greeted Bryan.

"Is it okay if I come in? I know the first day is really hard in here."

"Alright."

"You're Beau right? My name's Bryan."

Beau nodded, didn't ask how Bryan knew his name, was probably too overwhelmed by everything to think very straight then.

"I'm twelve."

"I'm thirteen."

"You look older than that."

"You look younger to me."

Bryan giggled at that.

"Yeah, I know, I'm quite small for my age."

"That's okay."

"Where are you from?"

"Northampton, you?"

Chatting with Bryan seemed to calm Beau down, as they shared tidbits of their lives and Beau started asking questions about what prison was like.

"Well, it's not so grand, but I think you already know that. The food's not too bad, but it's not exactly a 5 star restaurant either. The other kids in the wing, well some are okay, but some are real creepy too. I don't really do much with them."

"What about the showers, do they make you shower with a bunch of other kids?"

"No, you get locked inside a shower room where you shower alone. Then you ring for a guard to come let you out again."

Bryan thought he could see disappointment in Beau's face.

"But we can also take showers together, you and me."

"You'd shower with me?"

Beau sounded surprised but also a bit excited.

"Sure, I've showered with another kid before, it's cool."

"I think I'd like that."

"Well, we could shower tonight if you want? After dinner, I mean."

"Lovely!"

Beau was mighty interested in Bryan, the little twelve year-old boy looked no larger than his nine year-old boyfriend.

Ex-boyfriend now, I suppose.

Beau had been playing in a band which is where he had met Joey's older brother. The two boys would meet up after school a couple of days a week and jam, Beau on his saxophone, the older brother on trumpet. The second time Beau visited his new friend and he was trying to follow the lead of the trumpet, eight years old Joey had suddenly entered the bedroom. Beau messed up and played the wrong note, making his friend laugh.

"Oh don't mind the rug rat, he's only my little brother."

"Hi," Beau said to the boy.

"Hi, my name's Joey, what's yours?"

"Beau."

"I'm eight, how old are you?"

"I'm twelve."

"Joey, sod off. We're trying to play here."

"Can I stay? I'll be real quiet."

"Christ! No, get lost."

"I don't mind if he stays," Beau said.

"Yay!" Joey cheered.

"You don't know what you're getting yourself into. He's a pest!" The older brother said disgustedly.

Beau knew exactly what he was getting into, or at least wished he'd get into. The kid seemed friendly enough and he liked boys younger than himself. No, it wasn't sex he thought of, not at first anyway. He just loved the energy and gung-ho attitude of smaller boys. They made him feel at ease, he didn't have to put up a façade when he spent time with them.

Beau visited the house of the two brothers several more times until the older brother decided he didn't much care for Jazz anymore. He started listening to and playing classical music something Beau couldn't really play on his sax. So he stopped going to his friend's house to play and eventually the friend dropped out of the band cutting the ties with Beau.

Two weeks later Joey saw Beau in the local supermarket and went over to him.

"Why don't you come over no more?" Joey asked with no prior greetings or anything.

That was the kind of attitude Beau enjoyed, no beating around the bush, just go straight to the core.

"Your brother and I aren't playing the same music anymore."

"That's dumb. I miss listening to you playing the sax."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I want to play sax too but my dad says it's gotta be trumpet or clarinet and I don't want to play either of them."

"I could teach you play the sax."

"Awesome, really?"

"Sure."

"Cool, lemme go find my mum. MUM?!"

So, the two boys started spending time together, to the point where they considered themselves best mates. It was rare you would see one boy and not the other. It wasn't really surprising when the idea of sleeping over at Beau's house entered Joey's mind. Though Joey's parents weren't really excited about the idea, they asked the older brother what he thought about Beau. When he told them that Beau was a nice kid, they agreed to let their youngest boy spend a Friday night at Beau's house. As a test.

The two kids took turns bathing that night and played video games together. A bit of roughhousing was initiated by Joey, but nothing more than pent up boyish energy that had to be vented before going to bed.

As there had been no problems with the sleepover, Joey's parents weren't having second thoughts of letting the boy sleep at Beau's house when they wanted a night out on the town. The older son always put up a fight about having to watch the little runt, whenever they asked him to. But they only had to ask Beau if he'd watch Joey and he'd always agree to it, he didn't even ask for money to do so, unlike Joey's older brother.

Gradually, though Beau couldn't pinpoint exactly when it happened, Joey's boyish curiosity overcame his shyness when it came to being seen naked by Beau and they started sharing a bath, instead of taking turns. It gave them another 30 minutes to play in Beau's bedroom before lights out and 30 minutes to play with each other in the bathtub. It didn't take long for Joey to get curios of the older boy's much bigger dick. Nor did it take long from when he had started wondering what it felt like until his hand reached out and grabbed it.

Beau had gotten both excited but also extremely nervous when Joey's hand had squeezed his dick hard. Excited because he had started thinking about the little boy when he fapped at night and very nervous because he feared the boy would tell someone if he acted on his innermost thoughts. Beau didn't say anything to Joey about not touching him 'down there', didn't want to freak out the kid. Just ignored it and kept washing himself.

When a couple of weeks had passed and no one had said anything, he had encouraged the boy to keep touching him when they once again bathed together and the boy had grabbed his dick. He felt up the little boy as well with growing excitement as Joey's little boy dick got hard.

Gradually the touches went beyond just that, Joey would fap Beau's big dick while Beau tickled his smaller one. It wasn't until Joey turned nine that the fapping progressed into oral sex. Neither boy had any sperm to shoot, though Beau had started the journey into puberty. His dick was already big, but got even bigger and so did his balls, albeit a bit later. That's when the thought of buggering the little kid crossed his mind.

Joey didn't need to be coerced into letting Beau put his bigger dick into his bottom, he only giggled when Beau asked him.

"Okay, but won't you get poo on it?"

"I don't mind. We can do it in the bath, it'll wash right off if a bit of poo gets on it."

Beau's dick, though bigger than Joey's, wasn't large enough to hurt the little boy when it entered his bum. It only felt strange to Joey, but not decidedly bad, when he was buggered quite gently by Beau that first time in the bath. Soon he grew accustomed to having Beau's dick in him and the older boy could fuck him a bit harder, though he always took great care to not move too roughly in and out of the tight boy.

They got so used to doing it that Beau stopped being careful of when and where he'd fuck Joey. It went fine for a couple of months, but then the older brother returned to his house earlier one day than he'd told the two boys. He found them in Joey's bed, when he followed the strange noises that he could only classify as someone having sex from the entrance hall to his younger brother's bedroom. He didn't confront Beau at the time, but called his and Joey's dad after he left the house.

Beau had pleaded guilty the instant he was confronted by the police. He wanted to spare Joey from having to appear in court and he hoped the media wouldn't pick up on it. Joey was interviewed by the police, but since he only confirmed what Beau had already explained, there was no need for a lengthy trial in the Youth Court. The magistrate ordered Beau to be remanded until the prosecutor had worked out exactly what to charge the young teen with. Since it was clearly a sexual offence and it had been over a long period of time, the case was handed over to the Crown Court.

Chapter 44
Dropping the soap

That was why Beau was now sitting on his bed and talking to Bryan. He was quite smitten by the smaller boy, who wasn't exactly flirting with him, but not far from it.

Didn't he just invite me to shower with him? Maybe he just asked because he wants to be nice to me?

Beau wasn't sure, but he told himself he'd see what the little boy did and just follow his lead.

The two boys had dinner sitting alone at one of the tables. Beau tried to ignore the other kids who were all watching him. It seemed like they felt some kind of respect for the younger, no clearly the youngest, kid sitting with him. He couldn't quite figure out why, clearly the scrawny kid was small enough for the next smallest kid to be able to work him over without breaking into a sweat. He didn't realize it was him the other kids were quite scared of.

Even though Charley had been fit, Beau's body was even more toned, the tee shirt did little to cover his impressive biceps as they bulged while he worked the plastic knife and fork. Beau did have big muscles but he posed no bigger threat than Bryan sitting next to him. He didn't know much about fighting, surely nothing about prison fights where it was all about being able to hurt the other kid as much and as quickly as possible, before the fight was broken up by the guards.

Papa Smurf happily let the two boys into the small shower room #1 that had been Charley's favourite. Beau had seemingly managed to get Bryan out of his self-induced solitary confinement. The old guard didn't know what the two boys would get up to while in the shower, but he chose not to worry about it. If either of them didn't enjoy it, he was sure he'd pick up on it, one way or another.

Inside the shower room, Beau held his newly issued towel and bar of soap, while Bryan had inherited Davey's much better towel. It was the same kind as the one Charley had. He had also brought a bottle of shampoo.

"Drop the soap," Bryan said, then giggled as he could hear how the words had come out. To his amazement Beau just let the piece of soap drop to the floor. Both boys were still dressed but the phrase known to just about anyone, still gave away Bryan's thoughts.

"Who gets to pick it up then? Me or you?" Beau asked Bryan.

The twelve year-old blushed deeply red. Wanted to rewind time just a minute so he could stop himself from saying what he had.

"Me, I guess," Bryan finally managed to say in a soft voice.

"I'd really like that."

"Really?"

"Yeah, your arse looks nice."

"Cool. What I really wanted to say was to get rid of the soap. We can share my shampoo it's much better."

"So, you're not going to pick up the soap?" Beau said teasingly.

"It's not even in the shower stall, it's just here where we get changed."

Beau kicked the soap into the stall, under the rather dreadful shower curtain and smiled at Bryan.

"Oops," Bryan said.

"Yes, oops. Now one of us has to bend over to get it. I don't care which of us do it, I like being buggered as much as I like to bugger other boys."

"My willy isn't big enough to bum you. So I'll pick it up. But, uh, can we wait until tomorrow morning for the actual bumming part?"

"Sure! No problem, Bryan. You're so fucking cute!"

"Thanks," Bryan managed to say. He was too flabbergasted by the compliment to return it.

They undressed while watching each other closely. It wasn't as if they needed binoculars to do so, the space they shared was all of 1 square meter. The shower stall was a little bigger, about 2m on one side and 1m on the other [c. 7 x 3 feet]. Bryan turned on the faucet, adjusted it slightly to the temperature he preferred and was happy when Beau thought it comfortable too.

Bryan walked into the shower first and walked straight over to where the soap had ended up. It was almost directly under the single showerhead so he got quite wet as he bent over, legs held straight, to pick up the small bar of soap that hadn't even been unwrapped from the cellophane yet. He let out a surprised yelp when he felt a hand on his bum, but he stayed bent over.

"Oh yes, I was right when I said you have a sweet arse," Beau said as he caressed the upturned rump of Bryan's.

Bryan yelped again, more quietly this time, when he felt a finger move down his crack from his lower back right onto his little hole. He hissed as he felt it penetrate his bum hole.

Beau didn't push his middle finger all the way in, he only wanted to see how tight Bryan's hole was. It felt really tight, almost tighter than Joey's had been. He slowly slipped the finger back out.

"Sorry Bryan, I just couldn't resist it."

"It's okay, I kinda wanted you to do that," Bryan said after he had straightened back up to his full height. Which still made him more than a head lower than Beau.

"I thought so since you stood like that. Can I wash you?"

"Yes, you may."

Bryan had longed for someone to wash him again, even if they'd only do his hair and back. Beau didn't have the same qualms as Charley had had about touching and washing a boy all over. He happily pulled back Bryan's foreskin and let his fingers wash there, he spent a much longer time letting his fingers linger than could be excused as merely washing Bryan's private bits. Beau sunk down onto one knee and washed Bryan's little scrotum with the shampoo before he pushed his hand behind it and between Bryan's thighs.

Bryan had to spread his legs, which he did without thinking. He fully trusted Beau not to hurt him. He felt the fingers slide over his perineum, right across his puckered opening before they returned to massage around it. A second time he felt the middle finger enter his boy bum, this time more easily as it slid on a film of shampoo. He was about to object to getting shampoo into his bum, could clearly remember what had happened the last time. It wasn't something he'd ever let himself forget.

Beau however turned Bryan so he stood with his back up against the spray of water from the showerhead. He cupped his hand while it was still pushed up against Bryan's rump and collected a bit of water. He used it to wash away all the soapy bubbles on the outside then pushed two fingers into the tight hole. He kept moving them in and out while watching them to make sure the shampoo was washed out of the young boy's bum.

He spent an equally long amount of time carefully washing the rest of Bryan's body, nearly causing the youngster to slip when he picked up first one foot and washed it then the other. Bryan hiccupped from giggling and laughing when Beau finally thought his little feet were clean enough. Bryan was extremely ticklish, could actually tickle himself even if some supposedly smart people said that was impossible. The soles of his feet were clearly the most ticklish, but also his armpits and lower belly made him giggle uncontrollably as Beau gently but mercilessly 'washed' there as well.

The shower ended up taking much longer than the ones Bryan used to have with Charley. Beau washed most of his body on his own, while Bryan washed his not-quite-as-big-as-Charley's but still large cock. It was a thick six inch [15 cm] long stiffy, one Bryan knew would be uncomfortable to take fully into his bum, but far less fear-provoking than the one he had previously so often taken fully deep inside of him.

Papa Smurf smiled to himself when he let the two boys out of the shower. They were both quite happy, a far cry from the sullen mood Bryan had been in for much too long and Beau's depressed mood had changed quite a lot too. He didn't know exactly what had happened in the showers, didn't much care as whatever it was obviously had had the desired effect.

When Bryan queued up for his meds later, he was the last in the line. Beau hadn't yet talked to the nurse, and apparently had no immediate need for prescription drugs.

"So, what's Beau like?" Papa Smurf asked when it was Bryan's turn and he was the only kid left inside the room.

"He's really cool. I think I owe you one, Guv."

"No, the pleasure is all mine. I'm glad it seems to be working so well for you both."

"Thanks. He really is nice!"

"Right. I don't need to know all the details, I probably know far too much as it is. Go tell him good night before I lock him up for the night."

"I will," Bryan said.

He swallowed the last bit of water in the plastic cup he held in his hand. The taste from the strawberry flavoured vitamin pill he always chewed rather than swallowed whole as per his instructions, was really strong in his mouth. It sure wasn't anything like the strawberries he used to enjoy eating with a bit of sugar on them. He quickly walked the 30 meter [100 ft] distance from the guards' office to Beau's door.

He opened it without knocking, which was a breach of all unwritten rules known to every inmate, kid and grownup. Their room was about the only place where they had an illusion of privacy.

Beau didn't say anything to the younger boy's intrusion of his private sphere, though he was caught standing one legged about to put his boxer tights on.

"Hi Beau. Nice bum."

It really was, even if Bryan wasn't much into boy bums himself, he could clearly see the one in front of him had no unnecessary fat on it. The muscles flexed underneath the skin much like Colt's had, but weren't as profound as those of the wannabe bodybuilder, while Beau stuck his foot through the opening of his boxer tights and pulled them up his legs.

"Heh, thanks Bryan."

"I just wanted to say goodnight to you, the bang-up has already started."

"Bang-up?"

"Yeah, when the guards locks us up for the night. It's called bang-up as some of them slam the door before turning the key. You'll see for yourself when he gets here. I better get back to my room, I just wanted to tell you I loved the shower. See you in the morning."

"Goodnight Bryan. I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow."

Bryan smiled and left Beau's room. The guards were about halfway through the bang-up, fortunately they had started from the other end of the corridor on Beau's side, and on the opposite end on Bryan's side of it. He made it back inside his room before the guard reached his door. Jones wished him a good night before he locked his door. The bolt entering the door frame told Bryan he wouldn't be disturbed until 8 o'clock the next morning.

The young boy yawned and scratched his neck before he put on his pajamas. The top was relatively loose fitting, but the bottoms, shrunken as they had been after Papa Smurfs washing, hugged his lower body snuggly. Bryan, who had always worn pajamas to bed, hadn't seen a reason to change that habit when he had been imprisoned. Though he had stopped wearing undies with the now much too snug bottoms as they made it much too tight for the little boy.

He briefly thought about wanking his willy, but decided to leave it alone for the time being.

I'll rather wait until tomorrow morning when I can fool around with Beau. Thank God it's Friday night!

Bryan fell asleep much sooner than Beau, thanks to his sleeping pill. The older boy, who was experiencing his first night in prison had a much harder time succumbing to his tiredness. He wondered how Joey was doing, what his mum thought of him, what the future held in store for him and what the life in prison was going to be like. If it was anything like his first afternoon and evening had been, it wasn't going to be as bad as he had first thought.

Beau woke with a start when he heard the door being unlocked. He looked out from underneath the duvet he had pulled up over his head when the guard asked him if he was awake. His hair was a mess he noticed as he studied himself in the mirror above the sink. He put some water in it but without a comb or a brush, it didn't help much. After he had brushed his teeth he went out in the corridor, though he didn't really feel up for it. But his bladder was full and he was desperate for a chance to relieve himself.

There weren't many kids in the corridor when Beau walked towards the loos, most of them had already done their business and were back in their rooms trying to go back to sleep. Bryan's door, placed directly across the corridor from the loos was open. Bryan kept a look out for Beau while he brushed his teeth, wanted to get a hold of his new friend before the older boy might go back to sleep too. He had started worrying he had somehow missed seeing Beau when he finally spotted him as he entered the loos.

He was leaning against his door frame when Beau exited the loo, making sure the teen had no option but to see him standing there.

Beau crossed the corridor and followed Bryan into his room.

"Hi Beau."

"Hi."

"Did you sleep okay? You look a bit tired."

"I couldn't go to sleep, I just lay there and thought a lot."

"I did that on my first night too. It'll get better, but might take some time before it does. You should tell the nurse you have trouble sleeping at night. They'll give you something that'll make it easier," Bryan told Beau.

Damn, I'm blabbering like a five year-old!

"Oh, maybe I will. I already talked to her yesterday though."

"Oh. Uh, right. Then we'll talk to one of the guards about it, he'll know what to do. Some of them are really nice and others are uh, not so nice. But you'll soon learn who the nice ones are or I can tell you… Sorry, I talk too much, I know, it's something I do when I get nervous or really excited about something, though I'm not nervous now, not at all. Sorry, I'll really shut up now, for real."

"Chill, Bryan. When can we eat breakfast, I'm famished."

"Uh, it'll be ready in about five minutes," Bryan said after looking at his alarm clock.

"Great."

Beau took a look around Bryan's room. It was much the same as his, though everything was inverted. He looked at the bulletin board above the table top. His own was quite bare, only had an old calendar hanging on it. Bryan's was full of drawings, to-do lists and a couple of pictures with Bryan and what Beau thought could only be his parents.

"Do you draw?"

"Yeah, though I'm not really good at it," Bryan said modestly.

"You're kidding me! Those drawings are really great."

"You think so?"

"Yeah, they are good. It's almost like looking at photos. Who's the kid there?"

"Oh, that's Davey. It's not the original I made, it's only a photocopy. Davey has the original drawing."

At least I hope he does!

Bryan hadn't gotten any letters from Davey and he didn't have Davey's address so he could send one to him. He wondered what he was up to now, if he had found someone who'd fuck him as hard as Charley. Or maybe he was back inside another prison.

"He's cute, was he sleeping while you drew him?"

"Yes, he woke up just as I had finished it, well I would've made it more detailed, but he was happy with it as it was."

"Do you have other drawings I can look at?"

"I got a bunch of them in the drawer. You can look at them later, we need to go eat. I'm hungry too, and you know, breakfast is…"

"The most important meal of the day, yes I know that."

They smiled at each other before they went to the common room to have breakfast.

Back in Bryan's room, after breakfast, the boys went through an agonizingly awkward five minutes with prolonged moments of silence.

"Do you…" Bryan finally started asking.

"Should we…" Beau said at the same time but stopped short.

"You first," Bryan told the older boy.

"Should we get it on?"

Beau wasn't used having to ask for something to happen, but the smaller boy had suddenly seemed almost shy and it had made him wonder if Bryan really wanted to have sex with him or not.

"Yes, but I have to go clean my bum first. You can look at my drawings if you want, they're in the desk drawer."

"Alright."

"I'll try to be quick, but it might take 25 minutes or so."

"Don't rush, just do what you gotta do."

"Right."

Beau didn't know what Bryan meant about cleaning his arse, maybe the little guy had to shit and didn't want to downright tell him. Beau was already looking into the drawer, seeing the small pile of papers in it and didn't see the plastic bottle Bryan got from his cupboard. There were a lot of drawings, some were easily recognized like the one with the end wall of Bryan's room. It had the barred window in it and a lot of smaller details that Beau hadn't noticed before he looked at the wall after looking at the drawing.

But there weren't just drawings in it, there were also letters written in another handwriting. He didn't want to intrude on Bryan's privacy, but couldn't help but read some of them. It wasn't exactly letters of love, no this was smoky steamy sex. It made his cock so hard while he read what this kid Charley wanted to do to Bryan. No, wanted to be able to do again.

Did this kid really bugger Bryan for an entire day? With a cock that sounds even bigger than mine?

Beau was amazed by what he read in that letter and the next. And the next. He couldn't stop himself reading, wanted to rip out his cock and wank until his spunk came flying. Then he'd have to wank again. There were seven letters in the drawer, each getting more lewd and demanding.

I would've loved being buggered by Charley.

Beau quickly put the letters back in the drawer, put them underneath the drawings in a way so Bryan wouldn't be able to see he had read them. But the horny teenager now knew Bryan could take cock in his little sweet arse like none other boy he had ever been with. He had only fucked Joey so that wasn't so surprising really.

In one of the letters, Charley had written how he again wanted Bryan to put his socks in his mouth so he could fuck him hard. Reading that really got the fire burning in Beau's loins. He couldn't resist putting his hand into his shorts and pull a little on his 6" [15 cm] boner. He didn't fap, just toyed with it, while he waited for Bryan to return.

Bryan was at that time laying on his knees and elbows, the third enema doing its job inside his bum. He hoped the water would come back out clean, the prospect of yet again being bummed by an older boy had turned him on. He could still remember the way it had felt when he washed Beau's stiffy the previous night, could see it in detail in his mind. The hardness of it, much like a steel tube with just a little layer of rubber on it, caused some worry to arise in Bryan's mind, but he'd been fucked by Charley's 9" [23 cm] willy that hadn't been much floppier than Beau's.

I survived that, heck I even liked him doing me hard at the end. Like he told me I would.

Bryan cramped up a little, knew it was time to expel the water and hopefully nothing but water this time. When he looked into the bowl between his thighs he was happy to see no little bits of poo floating on top of the water down there. He waited a bit longer, knew from experience it might take a little while before all of the water he had squirted into his bum had vacated it again.

Five minutes later he wiped and put his undies and shorts back on. He quickly washed his hands and went back to his room.

Bryan saw Beau sitting on his chair with his hand into his shorts, playing with his big stiffy. He quickly shut the door behind him, didn't want anyone to see what the teen was doing to himself. The corridor had been deserted so there hadn't been much of a risk of it happening even if he had left the door wide open.

Even if Papa Smurf says they all know everything we're doing, I don't think they'll want to actually see it happen and I sure don't want any of the other kids seeing it.

Beau looked up at Bryan as he entered his room.

"Did it all come out okay?" he asked the younger boy.

"Yes, there is no poo inside me anymore, guaranteed."

"There might still be some left, it doesn't all come out when you take a shit."

"I know, but that's not what I did. I cleaned it out with water."

"Water? Inside of it?"

"Uh-huh. It's a trick I learnt from that kid in the drawing."

"Lovely. So your arse hole is really clean now?"

"Yep."

"May I kiss it? Your arse hole I mean," Beau asked sheepishly.

"You're into that? Oh great! Yes of course, it feels fantastic."

Beau was thrilled to hear that, he had wanted to kiss Joey in his arse but hadn't dared to ask and wasn't sure what he would've done if his little boyfriend had agreed to it and then find traces of shit around his hole. But, Bryan's was clean, it had to be if the boy had spent this much time cleaning it out. And he had cleaned it out for his sake. So his cock wouldn't get dirty from fucking the youngster.

Bryan was already busily pushing down his shorts along with his undies and Beau decided to shed his clothes too. Well at least his shorts and boxer tights. He pushed off his sneakers without undoing the laces, and the half-naked teen was ready to go. His cock stood firm, twitched up and down as he watched how Bryan got onto his bed and parked himself on his knees and elbows with his arse held high.

Beau couldn't believe it was real when he got onto the bed, sat on his knees and bent forward holding onto the warm bum cheeks of a small kid he was about to kiss so intimately right on his arse hole. He picked up the smell from the arse well before he put his mouth on it, but it didn't smell anything like shit. It just smelled like a young boy with a clean arse. He tentatively put his lips on the little pucker but his lips was dry and without thinking he pulled back a little, swiped his tongue over his lips and moved back in.

It was everything the teen had dreamed of it being. He didn't waste much time before he opened his mouth just a bit and pushed his tongue past his lips. He wasn't right on target but only off by less than half a centimeter so the tip of his tongue quickly found the entry point of Bryan's bum. He pushed at it, felt how the little hole sort of moved a little away from him. He pushed his lips harder against Bryan's bum and pushed even harder with his tongue. He poked at it for a bit, let his tongue relax for a few seconds before poking again.

Bryan gasped at what Beau was doing to his bum hole. He'd only ever had it licked by Davey and he had been much more gently kissing and tonguing it. Beau was much more aggressive, it was like the teen wanted his tongue deep inside of his bum and right this instant. Bryan concentrated on relaxing his hole, willed it to open, to submit to Beau's tongue. He gasped anew as suddenly it pierced through his quivering little hole.

Beau couldn't get enough of his tongue inside the little hole, but he loved the taste of it and the sounds coming from the little boy. He doubled his effort, pushed even harder at the constricting hole and moved his thumbs deeper into the crack of the boy. When they were sitting right at the edge of the little boy hole, he pushed his thumbs harder against Bryan's bum. He forced his thumbs wider apart, insistently widening Bryan's bum hole.

He managed to get the tight anus to open enough for him to more easily move his tongue in and out of it. He felt like a dog trying to lap water from a small hole, his tongue made the exact movements as a mutt's would have done.

The teen licked at Bryan's hole longer than Davey had ever done before he suddenly moved his head 10 cm [4 inch] back from the bum and spat onto the hole. Immediately he pushed his index finger all the way into Bryan, making the boy cry out from the unexpected and uncomfortable penetration of his bum hole. Beau didn't stop at that but began seesawing his finger in and out of the moaning boy. He did this at an almost alarming fast pace forcing Bryan to mutter a long series of "no's" that sounded more like moans than real words.

Just as suddenly as Beau had put his index finger inside Bryan's bum, he pulled it back out. Bryan scarcely had time to register the finger had been withdrawn before Beau spat once more sending another ball of spit into his somewhat open hole. He forced two fingers fully back inside before he just as quickly pulled them back out. For the third time he spat at the hole then plunged the two fingers back in to the hilt again.

This time Bryan's "no's" were much easier to hear, but Beau didn't stop. He knew the boy could take it, had he not been sodomized by a nine inch [23 cm] cock and literally begged for it? Two fingers couldn't be as wide as a cock that large.

Beau didn't factor in the time Bryan's bum hadn't been fucked. It had been two months since the last time anything had entered the small bum hole, apart from two of Bryan's own smaller fingers. When the little boy had finger fucked himself, he had started out slowly, much slower than Beau had, and allowed himself to adjust to his fingers poking into him. Only then had he moved them more rapidly in and out of his hole. But never had anyone finger fucked his little bum as brutally as Beau did now. Not even Colt.

Bryan could have easily slid himself forward and gotten away from the onslaught of the teen's fingers. He was fully aware of it too, but still he chose not to. He had long ago turned into the type of kid who took what life threw at him and dealt with it. If it hurt, it had better not be for too long, but he'd still take it rather than try to run from it. He had tried that when Colt moulded him into being his boy for rent, and it had only made things worse for him then.

Yet, he couldn't stop his verbal protests to what the older and much stronger kid did to his bum. He managed to keep them low only because he didn't want the entire wing to burst into his room and discover the two half-naked kids inside it. That would be too embarrassing for him but also Beau, and it was only Beau's second day in prison. He couldn't do that to someone who wanted to have sex with him.

When Beau replaced his fingers with his cock, just as brutally, Bryan wished he had a pair of socks to bite down on, he only had his hand and it hurt too much to really bite into. He had bit into the soft part just where his thumb attached to the rest of the hand. He sobbed helplessly as he now no longer could move away from the pain. Beau had taken hold of his slim hips and held him just as tightly as Charley ever had.

Fortunately for Bryan it didn't take Beau too long to spurt the meager amount of spunk the thirteen year-old only recently had begun producing. The kid was far too horny to last longer than a couple of minutes and he lay down on the bed next to Bryan. He pulled him tight against his body as they lay there on their sides. Bryan with his shoulders against Beau's massively toned chest.

Beau was gently caressing Bryan's long hair with one hand while the other just as gently played with the younger boy's willy. He expertly began wanking it as it firmed up in his finger. Due to the dull pain in his bum it took quite some time for Bryan to reach his kiddy orgasm, and when it finally hit his body the contractions of his bum hole hurt the boy. Yet the small boy was grateful for the consideration shown by the older boy, he'd never before had someone wank him after they came inside his bum.

"Holy mother of Jesus, when you fuck, you really fuck!" Bryan said feeling quite tired.

"That was fucking lovely!" he heard Beau say just as he fell asleep.

Chapter 45
Hurting can feel nice

When Bryan woke after about half an hour, it was to the sensation of having his willy sucked. Beau was gently moving his lips up and down on it, licking at the little dick head, concentrated on the pee hole.

"Ooh, that tickles," Bryan said but that didn't make Beau stop.

The teen didn't react to the slightly whiny and tired voice of Bryan's. He just carried on licking the little opening.

"Beau?"

No reaction but the vacuum holding his stiffy increased a bit in strength as did the licking.

"Beau?" Bryan asked again a little louder, wondering if the boy sucking on his stiffy hadn't heard him.

"Beau! It tickles!"

Bryan started pushing at the older boy's head, tried to get him to stop licking his willy like that. That only made Beau move his hands below Bryan's bum and hold on tight to his buttocks.

"Beau! Quit! Stop, it tickles too much," Bryan said, now fully awake.

But Beau wouldn't stop, he enjoyed the young boy's struggles. Bryan's mouth told him to stop, but the little cock, so stiff, told him to go on. He chose to do what the cock in his mouth told him.

When Beau still wouldn't listen and pushing at his head didn't work as planned, Bryan saw no option but to grab hold of the slightly too large ears sitting on either side of Beau's head. He twisted the ears, knew it had to hurt the older boy, but he had to somehow get him to stop tickling his willy.

Beau could feel the pain from his ears being twisted, it nearly made him stop, but he didn't want to, not so soon. Instead he moved one of his hands from Bryan's buttock and firmly grabbed the younger boy's nuts. He squeezed them tight, but far from tight enough to cause any lasting injuries, and heard Bryan gasp from the pain. It had the desired effect, Bryan released his ears.

Bryan felt almost like he had taken a kick to his balls, he hated that feeling more than anything else, yet his willy was still stiff. It felt as if it had gotten stiffer than it had been before the excruciating pain had shot from his balls.

I guess I just have to wait until he's done. But it still tickles so much. No, it really hurts! I can't stand it! Come on Beau, stop it.

Beau couldn't hear Bryan's thoughts, but he heard the gasps and hisses from the small boy he was so brilliantly teasing. And while Bryan continued to wriggle during his ministrations, grabbing at the sheet with his small cute fingers, Beau continued to lick at the tiny opening and only that. He had moved his hand back to hold firmly on to the small but oh so nice buttock to prevent the little boy from wriggling away from him.

Bryan gasped again as his little stiffened even more, it felt like it was getting ready to explode or at least pop away from his body. It still hurt, but through the hurt he could sense something else happening.

No, it can't be, this just isn't happening.

But it was, Bryan orgasmed harder than he had been before. A small burst of pee shot of his stiffy, but the little boy didn't realize it. He only felt the very confusing sensation of a kiddy orgasm mixed with the pain from his little stiffy and balls.

Beau had stopped licking at the pee hole, he had been caught by surprise when all of a sudden Bryan's cock had firmed up even harder and spat out piss. He had swallowed it quickly but still had the aftertaste in his mouth. It was so naughty having a young boy piss in his mouth, so very naughty that he nearly came when he realized just how naughty it was. His own cock was painfully bent as he lay there on his stomach with Bryan's cock still in his mouth. He waited for Bryan to calm down then gave the little pee slit one last lick making the little stiffy jump.

Finally, he moved his head back, releasing the little stiffy from his mouth. The little dick head was shining from the spit polish he had given it and the very tip of it was so red it looked like it was about to start bleeding.

"Why didn't you stop?" Bryan wanted to know.

"You didn't want me to," came the reply.

"I did. I asked you to stop but you didn't. Why?"

"You thought you wanted me to stop, but you didn't want to, not really."

"What?!"

"Your mind said stop, but your body said continue. It literally screamed for me to go on."

"That sounds like bullocks to me."

"How are your bullocks holding up? I had to grip them quite hard for you to let go of my ears."

"They still kinda hurt, but don't try to change the subject. Why didn't you stop?"

"Because you had so much fun."

"Fun?"

"Your cock, Bryan. It was so fucking hard I thought it would snap right off."

"Oh."

Bryan fell silent for quite some time. He knew what Beau said was right. His willy had gotten stiff as a nail. But it hadn't felt nice, not until the very end. And it had still hurt then. But had been nice too.

"I'm confused," Bryan finally admitted.

"Why?"

"It hurt, I wanted it to stop hurting. I wanted it to stop so much I was prepared to do anything."

"Like twisting my ears right off my head."

"Yes. But then it started to feel kind of nice."

"Exactly!"

"It still hurt though."

"I love it when it's like that."

"What?"

"When it hurts so much it makes you feel good."

"But how is that possible?"

"I don't know. It's just fucking lovely."

"It shouldn't be possible."

"Maybe not, but it is. Damn, Bryan, I'm so happy you like this too."

"This?"

"Yes, SM."

"I don't even know what that means."

"Sadomasochism. It's what we just did, well, there's so much more we can do but that's part of it."

"Oh?"

"It's all to do with pleasure through pain. Is what I was told."

"You did it before?"

"Yes, with a guy I know. Well, he's kinda my uncle, but he'd do something like that with me loads of times."

"Like what?"

"I'd rather show you. I like it nice and gentle. But I fucking love it nice and rough."

Bryan wasn't entirely so sure if he would ever get to love rough sex. It bloody hurt! But Beau sure seemed well into it.

Maybe I'll just try some of it. Maybe all of it won't hurt so much.

Chapter 46
The Two B's

Bryan and Beau, 'The Two B's' or 'B&B' as the other kids and even some of the guards started calling them, didn't start having mad sex 24 hours a day. First of all, they were locked inside their rooms from 20:30 in the evening, every evening, until 7:00 in the morning on weekdays and 8:00 in the weekends. Then they had to eat which took at least 45 minutes out of the 10½ hours their doors weren't locked. Bryan had his tuition for 3 hours every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, which of course meant he couldn't have sex with Beau during that time. Mostly because the two boys were physically separated for the duration.

Beau wasn't as lucky as Bryan to come from a wealthy home and thus had to endure the boring schooling the center provided. Though he didn't learn much from them, attending classes meant he got a bit of spending money which could be used in the center's kiosk and to pay for the phone calls he made to his mum.

The boys still had plenty of time to have sex together when all other mandatory activities had been done, but on a typical day, they mostly only spent 20 minutes on the more intimate acts. That isn't to say they didn't spend time together. They did. To the point where one couldn't be seen without the other. Hence their new joint nicknames. But it wasn't all pure joy, at least not for Beau.

"I'm bored to tears and when I'm not bored I can't stop wondering about what's in store for me," he told Bryan one day.

Bryan didn't know what to say to make the older boy stop worry so much. His own remedy, had been for Charley to fuck him witless, for hours at a time or so it seemed. While it had kept Bryan from losing his mind, he knew he'd never be able to fuck Beau like Charley had fucked him. His body wasn't up to that task, and not only because of the size of his stiffy.

My puny willy would only tickle him.

But his, impressive if only he had been eight years old, body was much too small to be able to hold down Beau who stood almost as tall as Charley, 5'7" [1.70 m]. And his muscles were non-existent compared to those of Beau's.

The only way to keep Beau from thinking too much about his future had to be keeping his mind occupied with other things. Bryan knew of most of Beau's interests and hobbies, the teen was a keen musician first and foremost, but getting the center to agree to let him have his sax would be impossible. The only instrument allowed to have in your room was an acoustic guitar. While Beau probably could have had some fun learning how to play one of those, it wouldn't be the same as having his sax.

Beau had played piano before picking up the sax, but there'd be a fat chance of getting a grand piano to fit inside the small room. Even a baby grand wouldn't fit. An upright piano might've fit but it would've had to sit up against a wall. And covering the walls, even by hanging posters, was against the rules. An electric one needed power and thus not allowed either.

Besides personal belongings had to be able to fit inside two boxes, otherwise you weren't allowed to have them in your room. Only exception to that was clothes. If only you could close the cupboard with all your clothes inside it, it was fine.

The older boy also was an avid video game player, but he wasn't entitled to rent a TV nor PlayStation until he had been at the center for some time. So that was out of the question too.

Or is it? I could rent a TV and PS2. He spends most of his time in my room anyway. He could play here while I study or read.

Bryan hadn't a TV in his room because he didn't like watching anything but nature programs and maybe a movie once in a while.

The book is always better than the movie though!

But the TV cost £3.50 per week to rent and a PS2 would be another £3.50. It was more than half of what Bryan got in spending money per week. Only just, but still more than half. Bryan hadn't been prepared to pay £3.50 just to get to see one weekly nature program and maybe a movie once a month. Paying £7 for having a PlayStation sit on his desk and a TV on the small counter where he had his alarm clock, was just a downright waste of money to Bryan.

I could just open the window and throw the money out, I'd get mostly the same out of it. If only they gave me cash of course. I could just throw the chip card out of the window. But then I'd only get to pay £50 for a new one.

Bryan wasn't a cheapskate, he didn't refrain from spending money on crisps and sodas, or his favourite, chocolate bars.

Ooh, I could eat one right now!

But he did have £106.46 in his account.

You never know when you might need some money for getting something or other.

He thought of other options for Beau but came up short. The older boy only really read what he had to for school or comic books. So suggesting him to take out a book from the library and read it would be like asking a dog to go skateboard.

Hey, there IS at least one dog that does that! I've seen it on YouTube.

Bryan considered the TV/PlayStation package for a couple of days, but didn't include Beau in the process. He wanted to surprise the teen when and if he decided to go for it. When Beau again talked about his problems with Bryan, the little boy made up his mind.

"Mr. Niels?"

Bryan had excused himself, had told Beau he needed the loo. Beau hadn't said anything, had just stayed in Bryan's bed under the duvet looking into the wall. But, Bryan hadn't gone to the loo, had instead gone to the guards' office where Papa Smurf was with one of his colleagues. Niels, a quite fitting name for the old guard had looked up from the computer monitor he had been looking at through his reading glasses.

"Yes, Bryan?"

"Uh, I'd like to get a TV and a PlayStation, but I don't know what I need to do?"

"You only had to do what you've just done. I don't know if you can have a PS any time soon however, they are in high demand here. But the TV shouldn't be an issue."

"Oh," Bryan said disappointedly.

Bryan hadn't thought of that. He had just assumed the center would keep enough PlayStations in stock for all the kids to have one if they wanted it.

"I'll see what I can do, okay?"

"Thank you, Pa… I mean, Mr. Niels."

Niels laughed and stroked a hand over his white beard.

"You kids still call me that, eh?"

"I beg your pardon, Sir?"

"Ah, don't pretend like you don't call me Papa Smurf like everyone else do when they think I can't hear them."

The other guard coughed loudly.

"Never mind that, Patrick, concentrate on what you're doing, instead of snooping in on my conversation with young Willowsby here!"

"You're being overly friendly with an inma…"

"Oh, please! Come back in 39 years and let's talk about being 'overly friendly' then. If you last that long here. It's bad enough for Bryan already, he has to spend another six years or so in this dreadful place. We don't have to make his stay any worse than it is already. And, he's one of the good kids, if you haven't found out yet."

Bryan blushed, not because he had been complimented by Papa Smurf, but it wasn't common practice for one guard to reprimand another guard in front of an inmate. In fact, Bryan had never witnessed it until that time, hadn't even heard about it ever happening. He felt like it was his fault the two guards now had an argument.

"In fact, Patrick, it's our job to make it every bit as comfortable for the kids while they're here. It isn't summer camp for them, having their freedom taken away is more than enough punishment."

"Whatever you say."

"Go get the roster for yard time, make yourself at least a wee bit useful."

The other guard, Patrick, pushed his chair away from the desk and walked out of the office. He gave Bryan an angry look as he passed the small boy.

If looks could kill, I'd be right dead now.

"Now then young Bryan, you want to rent a TV and a PlayStation2. What room is it you're in?"

"Number two," Bryan said, blushing deeper.

It was so childish, but the words for pooing and his room number being the same, had always been a bit too much for Bryan.

"Right, I'll place a call and see what I can do. You need to sign a lease form but we'll take care of that when the items get here. Anything else?"

"No, Mr. Niels. Thank you."

"You're welcome. Oh, Bryan, if Patrick should say or do anything to you, you tell me right away, you hear?"

"Yes, Mr. Niels."

"Good."

Bryan quickly walked back to his room and was quite happy when he closed the door behind him. He felt safe inside his room, even if anyone who wanted to, could easily get to him. It was only a matter of opening the door. It couldn't be locked from the inside, nor was it easily blocked.

"Did you go shit?" Beau asked Bryan but didn't look at him.

"No, I only had to pee, but it took ages to get started."

"I hate when that happens. Are we going in the yard today?"

"No, the guards took down the roster just now and I didn't put our names on it before, sorry."

"'s okay."

Darn, he sounds so sad.

"Will you stick it in me? Please?"

"Is sex all you ever think of? I'm not in the mood for that now."

How often had Bryan not thought exactly that about the other boys he had befriended? Colt, Charley and Davey had always wanted to do stuff to or with him. Sex to Bryan had become like a Leatherman in any toolbox, a universal tool that could deal with any problem, big or small, at least for a time.

He didn't say anything to Beau but took the old lemonade bottle and went to the toilet. It wasn't yard time, but Bryan didn't care. He was on a mission to cheer up Beau and sex had always worked for Bryan earlier. It had to work on Beau too.

He's a teenager, how can he not be in the mood for sex?

Bryan, now with a clean bum, entered his room again to see Beau in pretty much the same position as he left him. He put the bottle back where it belonged before taking off his shorts and undies. He got into the bed and under the duvet. He snuggled right up behind the older boy.

Beau still didn't react, not even when Bryan kissed him on his neck. He was getting annoyed of the youngster's incessant tries of turning him on, but he didn't lash out at him.

It is kinda cute.

Still he wasn't feeling up for anything but to lie there and wait for time to just slowly pass by.

Bryan wasn't about to let the older boy off the hook, he had not cleaned his bum out for nothing. He was going to have Beau's six inches [15 cm] inside of it, whether or not the teen wanted it. He stopped kissing and licking Beau on his neck and pulled at his shoulder instead.

"Turn over!" Bryan demanded.

Beau only sighed and stayed put. The smaller boy was determined however, pulled harder and eventually managing to get Beau's relaxed body onto its back. He pulled the duvet off of him and went for Beau's long shorts next. Unbuttoning and unzipping them was the easy part. Getting them pulled off the boy was harder. Much harder. Especially since Beau was so passive.

"You could help, you know, at least just a little. It would make it so much easier!"

Beau grunted as a reply, but didn't lift so much as a finger to help. He was starting to feel a bit amused of Bryan's pitiful attempts to get the shorts out from underneath his arse. He had to concentrate hard on keeping every part of his body as relaxed as it could be.

His amusement quickly moved aside to leave room for a feeling of awe when he rather felt than saw Bryan heft up first one of his lower legs then the other onto his small shoulders. He had to open his eyes when he felt his legs being moved higher into the air.

Damn that lazy kid! Making me lift his legs like he's a baby getting his nappy changed.

It took a considerable amount of his energy to finally push the older boy's legs so far back that his bum lifted from the bed. He gasped in another breath of air before he tugged firmly at the legs of the shorts and silently cheered in triumph as he felt the shorts finally stopped clinging to the firm arse of the older boy. That he nearly tumbled over under the weight of the older kid's legs and the unexpected willingness of the shorts to come free, didn't matter so much.

Bryan let Beau's legs fall back down to the mattress and hurriedly got the shorts all the way off the boy. Now all that was between him and the large willy was a thin layer made up by the tight boxer shorts Beau had on. Though they had slipped partway off his bum along with the shorts, they still covered up the important bits. Bryan thought of getting rid of them the same way he had done with the shorts, but he was much too worn out for going through all that again.

I should do this every day, I'd end up being as toned as Beau!

Instead he grabbed the waistband of the boxer shorts and tugged at it, moving it a couple of centimetres down on one side then did the same on the other side before repeating it all over.

When Beau was finally laying on the bed, half naked ready for Bryan to do what he wanted, the young boy was pretty much out of energy to continue. But, even if Beau's lower body was nice to look at, with the large, even if it was flaccid, willy being the more important part to Bryan's eyes, he hadn't went through so much trouble just to look at it. He climbed on top of the teen, parked his bum within easy reach of Beau's face and started sucking on the big willy while gently kneading the large balls in their loose sack.

It took a few minutes for Beau to get horny and his cock to start inflating from the gentle attention it received. He lay there, eyes closed and enjoyed the sensation of a small mouth on his cock.

Oh Joey, if only it was you who was sucking me right now. If only.

But it wasn't, it was Bryan, which he was made aware of only shortly after his cock had firmed up.

"You gotta lick my bum. I can't do that myself, you know?"

"I thought they used to call you baby kitten?"

"What's that got to do with you licking my bum?"

"Cats can lick their own arse."

"Well, I can't, even if I could, I don't think I'd want to."

"Why not? It feels great having your arse licked. If I could suck my cock without straining my back so hard, I'd be doing that all day long."

"You can suck your own willy?"

"Sure. I'll show you some time."

Bryan scooted his bum further back towards Beau's head.

"Hey, don't stick your stinky arse in my face."

"It ain't stinky. Lick it! You know you want to."

Beau finally did just that. He couldn't keep from thinking about how much he had wanted to lick Joey's little arse, but feared he'd never get to see his little boyfriend even fully dressed ever again.

At least I have Bryan now. And he's not so bad really.

Beau still couldn't believe Bryan was in prison for having killed someone. Not just someone, but a little kid. He'd only been seven. He had seen it on the news, even if his mum had tried to stop him from watching it. The kid had been so cute on the anchor pictures, one of which had been a school photo, where you could easily see the St. Matthews School crest embroidered onto the light blue polo shirt he wore. Of course Bryan had remained anonymous in the media but he had been depicted as evil itself, a demon in the form of an eleven year-old boy.

Bryan isn't evil. Surely he's not a demon! Only in bed. Hah, no not even in bed. He's just a normal kid. And his arse is fucking lovely!

Beau stopped thinking about the past and worrying over the future. He chose to just live in the moment and that only involved licking the tasty arse hole so conveniently within easy reach of his mouth. He used his hands to hold Bryan's bum steady as he really got started on eating the little boy out. Concentrating fully on getting the small hole to open up and getting as much of his spit into it as he could.

When Beau thought he couldn't do much more, Bryan was panting from the attention to his little bum hole. He could feel the wetness left behind by the older boy, both in and outside of his hole. He was as ready as he'd ever get. The small boy stopped sucking on the six inch [15 cm] boner and worked up more spit inside his mouth. When he had enough he let it fall onto Beau's stiffy while he rubbed his hand over it. He repeated it a couple of times then sat up.

"Just stay like that," he told Beau.

"I'm going nowhere unless you kick me out."

"Like I could if I wanted to. I'd have to call for the guards first. But I'll never kick you out of my bed. You know that, don't you?"

"I'd never kick you out of mine either."

"Cool."

Bryan turned to face Beau while he lowered himself onto the teens stiffy. The stiffy he had had to go through so much trouble to finally be able to sit on.

And I did all of that just for his sake!

Chapter 47
Buy me a colour TV?

The next morning, a guard who Bryan had never seen before knocked on his door. With him he had a push cart on which a 20" TV and a cardboard box sat.

"Sign here, kid," he told Bryan and pointed at a piece of paper.

Bryan quickly read the contract for the lease of one TV and PlayStation2 with two controllers and one (unspecified) game, two power cords, antenna cable and video/audio cable for the PlayStation2. All at the small fee of £7.00 a week to be paid in advance.

Bryan had to lug the rather heavy TV, it was an old tube style one, to the shelf in his room on his own. He was surprised at the weight of the thing, it weighed more than the 32" flat screen TV he had had in his bedroom at home. But at least the heavy TV turned on and already had the dozen or so TV stations available tuned in. It took a bit of time after he pushed the power button until something happened. He could hear the sound from a commercial before the picture finally flickered on.

Oh well, at least it's a colour TV.

It didn't take him long to hook up the all-important PlayStation2 to the TV, the connectors were all colour coded so a five year-old could have done that too, at least if the kid was able to tell colours. The game he had gotten along with the PS2 didn't look promising to Bryan. It was one of the streetfighter series and though he had heard of it, he wasn't really interested in it. Had it been something like chess, Bryan might've played it. As it was, he only powered the PS2 on to make sure it actually worked.

He just needed the person who he had gotten all of this for, Beau. The teen was in the small gym, working out with other kids into that sort of activity. Bryan wasn't interested, it reminded him too much of the PE classes at his former school.

I'll go, when I start growing. If I ever do.

Since Bryan now had the TV on already, his curiosity took over and he surfed through the channels just to see what was available. This didn't take him long at all and he hadn't found anything that could keep his mind occupied until Beau would return. He switched the TV off and focused on the essay Chad expected him to hand over the next day. He couldn't concentrate on it, kept thinking about what Beau would say to be able to play video games and watch TV.

Beau had worked his body hard that morning, had rotated with the other kids for the various exercise equipment available. It wasn't because he wanted his muscles to be any bigger, he wasn't like Colt who had thought bigger muscles was the answer to everything. He just wanted to stay in shape. His white tee shirt clung to his body, fairly wet from sweat as he followed the guard back to the wing. He was looking forward to a nice shower, preferably one shared by Bryan, but he'd shower alone if he had to.

The teen went straight to his room to get some fresh clothes, his newly purchased proper bath towel and shampoo. He walked in on Bryan who as per usual was doing his schoolwork and thought something was different inside the twelve year-old's room. Then it struck him, there in the corner, where an alarm clock had sat on a much too big shelve for it, there was now a TV. The alarm clock perched on top of it.

"Hey you got a TV! And a PlayStation2!"

"Hi Beau. Yeah, it's neat ain't it?"

"It's fucking lovely. What games did you get?"

"None yet, well there is streetfighter something or other with it, but we need to get some from the library."

"Streetfighter isn't too bad really. Hey, get your towel and come shower with me. I really need one."

"Ooh, that's why all the flies suddenly got in here."

"Goofball, I don't smell so raunchy."

"No, you only reek from week old sweat, no never mind. You do smell though."

"So, care to join me?"

"Sure."

Beau had gone with Bryan to the library later that day, exchanging his comic books for some new ones, but far more importantly to tell Bryan which games to take out. Bryan now had the necessary documentation to be able to take out games, a small note, actually a cut out from the contract he had signed. The young boy didn't have a clue about which games were good though. He had even suggested they take out some stupid extreme sports game!

"Like I want to ski down a hillside all day long. Hey look at this. This one's much better."

Bryan had a look at the box Beau held in his hand and read the title.

"That one is much too violent!"

"Gee, thanks mum!"

Beau did get Bryan to take out that game, violent or not. After all, it was the older boy who he had rented the game system for, what did it matter to Bryan what he'd play.

"I wish we had some rope or at least some string," Beau said later that same day.

He had just put down the controller to the PS2 after having run over eight pedestrians in GTA III. He hadn't meant to do that, had just lost control of the stupid lorry he was to steal and drive to a garage. Driving over and probably killing the innocent people who just happened to be walking in the wrong place at the wrong time had resulted in Beau having been chased by the police. The lorry was almost completely smashed up with three blown out tires. It had made it about as easy to drive as a rhino suffering from a bad case of constipation.

The lorry had been hit front on by yet another police car, driven by a policeman who had shown enough courage to make any Japanese kamikaze pilot feel like a wimp, and once again Beau had been forced into an indestructible lamppost bringing the lorry to a complete stop.

The teen had then put down the controller in an angry fit.

Bryan looked up from the French children's book, Chad had told him not only to read but also translate into English.

"Why?" he asked.

"I'd tie you up and leave you on the bed naked while I played GTA or something and then I'd do things to you."

"Oh."

Bryan focused on how to get some rope, instead of why Beau wanted to tie him up. The older kid was into some really strange things at times. Asking him why he wanted to do something never resulted in a straight answer. The tying up thing was only the latest of Beau's weird ideas.

"Well, I have my bathrobe, there's a belt on it. I also have two regular belts. I know it isn't rope but I think it's as close as we can get to that here. Oh, I think the kiosk sells shoelaces if it's string you need?"

"I love your wits, Bryan! Why didn't I think of shoelace? We both have sneakers. Well, you have those baby sneakers with Velcro, but mine do have laces."

"Oy, I do have a pair of shoes with laces!" Bryan objected.

"Oh yes, I forgot about your dress shoes. You never wear them. I can use the laces from those for something much more useful."

"Fine by me. I'd rather burn those shoes anyway, they're really uncomfortable."

"Fucking lovely. Go clean your bum then come to my room after."

Bryan didn't know whether to smile or frown but did as he was told. The French children's book was really extremely boring and it was bloody hard to translate it into something that made any sense in English.

Who knows? It might even be fun being tied up?

When he returned to his room after having flushed out his bum with water, he noticed his dress shoes no longer had any laces in them. His two belts were also missing as was the terry cloth belt from his bathrobe. He didn't notice two pairs of underwear was gone from the bag for dirty clothes, nor did he see one of the clean pairs was missing either. He put the plastic bottle back into the closet at its designated spot and put the dress shoes back where they belonged as well.

He almost laughed when he opened Beau's door and entered his room. The older teen was standing there in nothing but a pair of socks and Bryan's tight white undies. They were much too small for the teen, looked as if they were about to burst right open. Beau hadn't even been able to fit his stiffy inside them, instead it bobbed out into the open in front of the boy.

"I wish you wore boxers instead," Beau said when Bryan had shut the door and stood there looking at him.

"Tell that to my mum. She's not letting me wear them."

"Your mum isn't here, is she?"

"No?"

"Just order some from amazon then. You have the money for it, I've seen the receipts from the kiosk."

Why haven't I thought of that?

"Maybe I will," Bryan said.

"If you do, get them a size smaller than you really use. Snug boxers is such a turn on."

"Uh, alright."

"And make sure they're colourful, like proper kids' underwear should be. Like Disney or Transformers ones."

"Why don't you pick them out? Then I can just sign the order form and give it to the guards."

"That's a great idea. I'll do that tonight, then I can wank while I think of you wearing them."

"Just don't spend all my money on it, I only have so much in my account and I don't know when I'll get more."

"You have well over 100 quid. I saw the balance on your last receipt."

"So?"

"We're not allowed to spend more than what, 10 quid a week in the kiosk. And you get about that every week too. But kiddy boxer shorts can't cost too much anyway."

"Just try to keep it below like 25 pounds, I'd like to have at least a bit of money in reserve. And it's 12.50 we can spend in the kiosk per week."

"That's more than I get."

"It'll increase after you've been here for two months. If you don't do anything stupid like breaking one of the rules."

"I'm not that stupid. Strip for me, but leave your socks on."

Bryan just took off his clothes, he knew it wasn't exactly what Beau wanted him to, but he had felt so stupid dancing around while trying to undress when Beau had asked him to do that before.

"You're no fun," Beau pointed out.

"Why waste time on foolish dancing when all you really want is for me to get naked?"

"We still have a good ten minutes before yard time. But I'll just take my time and get you properly prepared. Lay on the bed face down."

"Are you going to lick my bum?"

"Maybe later, but not right now."

"I like when you do that."

"I might do it later. But I'm going to do something else first. Close your eyes. Good, open your mouth."

Bryan opened his mouth, wondering what was going to happen.

I hope he isn't going to do anything real nasty to me.

The little boy could feel the fabric being put into his mouth but he didn't know what it was exactly. It didn't feel like socks, he was well aware of how socks felt inside his mouth. When the second pair of tight white underwear was stuffed inside he breathed in through his nose.

Fuck! That's my undies! EWW! But at least he didn't use the clean ones, I only have two left. No, one left, remember, Beau is wearing one of my undies right now.

The situation was made worse when he felt the terry cloth belt of his bathrobe being tied snuggly around his head. The wide soft belt made for a nice blindfold and it was long enough for yet another trip around Bryan's head, this time to keep the undies from being spat out by the little boy. His arms were forced onto his back and one of his belts were looped around his wrists and lower arms.

This isn't nice at all!

Beau took the remaining belt and put it around Bryan's thin ankles. It was long enough to tie onto the little boy's arms, at least it was when Beau pulled on it and forced Bryan's already bent legs further backwards. With the little boy hogtied he pushed him onto his back and forced his knees aside. He still had the shoelaces from Bryan's dress shoes and he had a plan for them.

Oh dear God, NO! Not that!

Bryan could feel Beau tugging at his nut sack and while Bryan didn't know exactly what the older boy was fixing to do, he never liked having his nuts tugged at. He could feel something else happen down there, in his most private and also very vulnerable place. He couldn't quite work out what it was at first, since he never had his nuts tied up before.

Beau was simply looping one lace around the little nut sack which pushed the little nuts away from Bryan's body. He didn't tie it real tight, but it still blocked enough of the blood supply to make the trapped nut sack change colour. No longer pink, it was slowly changing into steadily darkening shades of red. When he ran out of shoelace, he started on the second of the nylon shoelaces, looping it around the sack too. It made the small nuts jut out even more and the small sack stretch further until the skin was nice and tight around the nuts.

When he thought he couldn't proceed without hurting Bryan too much, he still had a good 15 cm [6 inch] left of shoelace. He used that last bit of lace to part the small nuts from each other by running it in between them.

That sure looks lovely, but his little cock is missing out on the fun.

Beau picked up his left sneaker and started removing the lace from it. He was quite astonished when he ended up with the 120 cm [4 ft] long lace in his hands. It was longer than the two laces from Bryan's dress shoes put together.

It took the older boy quite some time to bring some life into Bryan's little willy. He was wondering whether Bryan was hurting too much from either his tied up nuts or from the strain caused by the hogtie, when the little fleshy tube finally stiffened between his fingers. He didn't waste any time by marveling at its beauty, but quickly began to wrap it in the long and quite wide white shoelace from his sneaker. He had retracted the foreskin and held onto the little bare dick head with two fingers on one hand while using the other to carefully wrap the rest of the small stiffy with the lace.

Fucking lovely! His cock is short, but fucking fat now.

He got up from the bed and walked to the door, making sure to stomp his feet just a little harder into the floor so Bryan would hear it.

"I have to take a shit, Bryan. Don't go away while I'm out."

He opened the door only to shut it quickly afterwards, he was still only wearing the tight undies of Bryan's and his socks, he wasn't going anywhere only dressed like that. He tiptoed silently back to his chair to observe what Bryan would do.

What? Is he leaving me like this? What if someone opens the door and sees me? All naked and tied up. Fuck! My nuts are killing me, what the hell did he do to them?"

Bryan genuinely believed Beau had left the room, he wasn't thinking clearly, otherwise he could have concluded the older boy wouldn't show himself in public in the near naked state he was in. He tried to see if he could get free from his bounds, but soon realized Beau had done a great job securing his arms and legs on his back. He'd not be able to get free on his own, but would simply have to wait for the older boy to untie him. Or quite possibly, someone else, maybe a guard.

Oh God, please don't let anyone enter now. Make Beau's poo a quick one and have him come back and get me the hell free!

Meanwhile Beau was sitting on the chair wanking his cock as silently as he could.

I really should have plugged his ears too, but with what?

He kept Bryan in suspense for another five minutes before the little boy really started struggling against the belts.

Ow, my fucking thigh is cramping. Fuck, Beau, what's keeping you? Untie me!

Bryan couldn't reach the belt holding his arms securely on his back and he sure couldn't stretch his leg to get the cramping muscle to stop hurting. In his struggles he fell to his side on the bed, dangerously close to falling right off of it.

Beau observed and wanked for quite a while longer, but ready to jump up and catch Bryan if he should start to slide off the bed. He decided to end some of Bryan's struggles sooner than he had planned, the small boy clearly had problems with being tied up.

He's still only a baby. I could stay like that for hours on end when Andy tied me up and he even made it much harder for me than I made it for Bryan.

He tiptoed back to the door and made a show of opening and closing it like he would've done if he had just returned to the room.

"Good boy, Bryan. Hang on, you're about to fall off the bed. We wouldn't want you to get hurt now."

Like I'm not hurting now! Just hurry up and untie me.

Bryan's body jerked in surprise when he felt Beau's hands on him. He hoped the older boy had heard his silent pleas, but mind-reading clearly wasn't one of Beau's skills. He only moved him to lay up against the cold concrete wall, well away from the edge of the mattress. Bryan wouldn't be going anywhere any time soon. The new position didn't do much for his cramping thigh muscle. Beau had placed him so he lay on top of it now.

You sadistic prick! It hurts even worse now.

He tried to make the older boy aware of his smarting muscle, but he couldn't speak and with his hands tied on his back, he couldn't use them to signal he was hurting. When his muffled noises didn't attract the wanted attention he tried moving his head instead. Beau hadn't restrained it and he could move it relatively freely about. But he only succeeded in banging the back of his head into the wall.

Ow! That fucking hurt too.

His eyes wanted to tear up but he refused to cry. He didn't want Beau to think of him as nothing but a cry-baby. But he couldn't stand being tied up for as much as another second either. Even though he knew it would hurt him more, he started purposely banging his head back into the wall. He tried the international code for SOS, but Beau stopped him before he got halfway through the code.

"No, Bryan. You're hurting yourself. Here, this is much better."

Beau had put his pillow between Bryan's head and the wall. He tried to do the signal again but this time all his head found was the softness of the pillow. It didn't hurt but more importantly to Bryan, it didn't make any sound either.

Just let me die now God. Why are you doing this to me?

Beau had been sitting on his chair jerking his cock, had edged himself for quite some time now. It was getting increasingly harder to stop the rhythmic up and down motion of his hand just before it would trigger an orgasm. He desperately wanted to shoot his spunk, but he didn't want to waste it by wiping it up with toilet paper. Not when Bryan was right there in the room with him. Though it was much more enjoyable being the one tied up rather than tying someone else up, he wanted to make it last as long as he could for Bryan's benefit.

It's the least I can do now he got a PS2 for me.

The older boy just couldn't sit and wank anymore, he needed to be more actively involved in Bryan's bondage session if he wasn't to shoot his spunk too soon. He thought of what Andy would do to him and decided to do the same to the small boy laying on his bed. He got up on it next to him, though he had to push him a bit to make room. At the end he had to move Bryan so he once again lay on his back.

What now? You can't untie my hands when I'm laying on top of them! Or my legs for that matter. Just untie my legs. PLEASE! Oh no. No, you're not!

But Beau did. He pried the little boy's knees apart even if Bryan struggled to keep them close together, probably trying to protect his little nuts and cock. But Beau wanted access to these parts and he wasn't to be denied for long.

"Spread your fucking knees bitch boy or I'll make you sorry that you didn't. And keep them spread as wide as you can, no matter what happens."

Bitch boy? What the hell has gone into Beau's mind now? Did he go bonkers already?

Bryan had no wish to comply with the order, spreading his knees would make his nuts and willy utterly defenceless. So he doubled his efforts of keeping them as close together as he could.

"So, you want it to be rough. I can do rough, I love being rough."

Hell no, I don't want it rough!

The small boy wanted it to end right then and there, he'd go back to translating the rest of the French children's book and work happily well into the night doing so if Beau would only free him. But Beau didn't. He slapped Bryan's thigh, fortunately not the one cramping, hard.

"I'll keep smacking you, bitch boy, until you spread open your fucking knees. I know you can hear me."

Another painful smack landed right on top of where the first one had struck him. It hurt, yet Bryan was determined not to spread his knees. He thought whatever Beau wanted to do to his nuts had to be so much worse than the smarting slaps. The older boy wasn't about to let up though, he was delighted that Bryan was so much into the pain, as much as Beau was himself, that he wanted him to carry on. His own palm told him his smacks had to hurt the little boy, yet he was still pushing his knees together like his life depended on it.

"Open… up… the… gate…" Beau said firmly and slowly, sending another painful smack right onto the same place on the outside of the bare thigh for every word he said.

Bryan sobbed both from the pain and the humiliating thought of submitting to Beau's wish. Bryan had seemingly forgotten how to free his mind from his body, he couldn't go to his private, imaginary place where he was always alone but never felt lonely. Where he'd always run without tiring and feel, oh so free and full of life.

When another blow, more powerful than the previous ones had been delivered to his thigh, he lost the rest of his willpower and relaxed his thigh muscles. He let his knees fall to either side giving Beau unhindered access to his tied up nuts and willy.

"Spread them wider as much as you can little bitch boy. That's more like it. Keep them there or I'll really smack you."

Beau tested Bryan by letting a fingernail scrape against the taut skin of the little nut sack. It was stretched so tightly over the little nut inside it looked almost translucent. Bryan couldn't resist and tried to push his knees tightly together again.

"Oh, no you don't."

Beau had quickly blocked the movement with one of his arms and used the hand of the other to deliver a stinging smack to the inner side of Bryan's thigh.

"Keep your knees wide apart at all times or I'll do that again or something much worse. Don't defy me again bitch boy."

What the hell did I do to make you so angry with me?

The little boy was utterly confused but did as Beau wanted him to. He once again concentrated all his efforts on keeping his knees splayed wide open, even though it made his thigh hurt more and left his sensitive bits in the open.

"That's it! Keep them there. Oh you should see yourself Bryan, you look so fucking lovely. Uh, I mean bitch boy!"

Bryan was left even more confused.

Is it all just play acting? If so, you're doing a bloody decent job of being a prick.

The smacks had hurt every bit as much as he remembered Colt's had, when he had been furious and took it out on Bryan's bum. But the last one to his inner thigh by Beau had really hurt like hell.

Bryan was close to peeing all over Beau's bed while he waited for the teen to do whatever it was he wanted. If his willy hadn't been wrapped so tight in shoelace he probably wouldn't have been able to hold it in.

Beau went for the small nuts once again but didn't squeeze them as tight as Andy used to do his. Andy, his uncle, had been a master in making Beau hurt. Beau had just smiled and egged the man on to do things that hurt even more. One thing he remembered hurting really bad, but only for a second, was Andy hitting his arse hole with a rubber stick. The uncle had tried to explain he had done it by mistake, but Beau knew better. Unfortunately Andy never did hit him there again.

The small nuts in Beau's hand felt warm and much like they were made of stone. As he squeezed them a bit tighter he could feel they were firm but not completely unyielding. Bryan made a sound as he squeezed one nut between two fingers. The young boy really had problems keeping his knees apart but Beau didn't punish him. At least Bryan hadn't clasped his knees together but had stopped the movement about halfway. When Beau let go of the small testicle Bryan let his knees splay fully open again, but still gasped for air through his nose.

"Since you did so well, I'm going to reward you, bitch boy. I know all bitches like being fucked, and that's what I'll do in just a few minutes. But I gotta prepare your little fanny for it first. Don't worry, you'll get to help too."

Bryan had told Beau he couldn't lick his own arse hole, but Beau was going to help the little boy do just that. Sort of anyway. He rolled the younger boy over to his side and undid the belt that held his feet.

"Don't say a word, not one, when I ungag you. I don't want to hear anything but moaning from your yap or I'll piss in it and gag you again. Nod if you understand."

Bryan nodded as enthusiastically as he could. No longer caring what Beau did to him, he just wanted it to be over. He'd just go back and work on his French schoolwork and put all memory of this experience as far back in his mind as he could.

"Right then. Lick my finger like it was the best damn lollipop in the world. Get it real wet for me."

Beau had moved Bryan back to lie on his back again.

When Beau finally took his index finger back out of Bryan's mouth it was dripping with the young boy's spittle.

"Remember, not one word out of your trap."

Bryan had nodded again. He could feel Beau shift around on the bed and then his feet and legs were pushed up and over him. The terry cloth belt was still blinding the little boy so he couldn't see what the older boy was doing, but thought he knew where the finger was heading. Had Beau not just promised him a fuck?

He hissed as the finger was jammed fully into his rear end. Seconds later the finger was back inside his mouth. He had tasted his bum before and didn't find the taste offensive. Just as well, as the finger was transferred from mouth to bum hole and back again several more times. Then one more finger joined the first and he gasped as they were just as mercilessly pushed into his bum hole.

If he'd done this three years ago I'd be bawling my eyes out. I wonder what he'd say if I did that to him? He'd probably go "Oh please Bryan, stop! It HURTS!"

Beau finally thought the little hole had been lubricated well enough for his cock to enter it without being too hurtful. He would have loved to just stick it into the little hole dry, but knew it would probably hurt too much.

Bryan will surely need to be gagged when I do that to him.

The thirteen year-old held Bryan's legs up as he climbed closer to the upturned bum. He spat once in his hand and smeared the spit onto his dick head before he pushed it into the hole his fingers had enlarged.

"This is fucking lovely Bryan. Bitch! Oh yes. Tighten your arse hole. Make it as tight as you can."

Bryan wasn't sure how to do that, most everybody he had been fucked by so far had complained about his bum being too tight and now Beau wanted it even tighter? He tried to do what he had done when trying to keep from pooing.

Ow, that fucking hurts!

"YES! Just like that bitch. Damn, it feels lovely. No, don't let up now. Ah, let me help you."

Bryan's sphincter suddenly firmed right up, it hurt a hell of a lot, but was nothing compared to the sensation coming from his poor nuts. Beau was squeezing the little precious things so hard he felt like vomiting from the pain in his loins. He gasped as the older boy let go of his nuts, but the pain was still there, all the way into his tummy he could feel it.

"Keep it tight or I'll have to help you again, bitch boy."

Beau didn't fuck for long, his earlier edging had made him super horny and he just couldn't make it last long. Instead of spunking deep inside Bryan's arse he pulled his cock out of it and let Bryan's legs fall onto the mattress. He quickly crawled on top of Bryan, to sit on his knees above his chest. He pointed his cock at the small gasping mouth beneath him and pushed it as far into it as he could.

Bryan gagged as the six incher [15 cm] invaded his mouth and tried to enter his throat. He didn't get to taste the first rope of sperm as it shot out so deep inside his mouth. He had to swallow or it would've entered his windpipe. Beau pulled back a little and let the rest of his very generous amount of spunk shoot onto Bryan's tongue. Bryan had to swallow a couple of times to clear his mouth of the salty offering.

"Lick my cock clean and don't forget my bullocks, I got your arse juice and spit all over them."

Bryan didn't even think it gross, well, maybe a little, but just did as Beau had told him. The older boy had to guide Bryan's head and tongue as he hadn't removed the blindfold yet. Just as Bryan had finished licking his big balls somewhat clean he scooted further up and enjoyed as Bryan kept up the licking. The little boy tongue bathed his perineum all the way back to his arse hole where Beau paused for quite a while. Beau got so carried away that he sat on Bryan's face blocking the smaller boy's nostrils with his balls.

It wasn't until Bryan practically bucked the older boy off his face by first kicking both legs high into the air and then slam them back into the mattress that Beau realized what he had done.

"Sorry, Bryan. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Just, you know, untie me. I really feel like crap."

"Are you angry at what I did to you?"

"Only the part where you went to poo. Don't leave me tied up like that again. Ever!"

Beau started laughing, mostly because Bryan didn't complain about being tied up, he just didn't want to be left alone while tied up.

"It's so not funny!"

"But it is, I never left the room."

"You giant cock! I really thought you left to poo. And then you made me lick your bum, that was so disgusting."

"I didn't go at all. I sat on the chair all the time. I saw you fall over."

Beau had undone the belt keeping Bryan's hands on his back. The young boy undid the rather tight terry cloth belt on his own then had to blink rapidly as the bright light in Beau's room pierced into his eyes.

"Did you enjoy it?"

Bryan had to think about the answer to the question for a few seconds before he answered.

"Not all of it."

"But most of it?"

"Some of it," he admitted truthfully.

"So we can do it again sometime?"

Bryan looked at Beau, could see the genuine happiness radiating from the teen. So unlike the glum kid who had worried so much only days before. He could only do one thing.

He nodded at Beau and had to smile back at his older friend. The beaming smile on Beau's face really made him cute.

"Can I do more stuff to you when you're all tied up? You really don't mind being gagged?"

"Whatever makes you happy, Beau, only, please don't hurt me too much," Bryan said quietly, but meant every word he had just said.

"Fucking lovely! Oh Bryan. I wish I knew you before, you know, before prison and all. But I'm really happy I met you. Even if it had to be here. I've so many ideas of what to do with you. It'll be so much fun."

Bryan's smile faded a little, but not completely.

"I'm sure it will," he said.

He wasn't fully trusting what Beau had said about it going to be fun. Maybe it would be great fun for his friend, but probably more painful rather than fun to him. When Beau pushed him back down on the bed and sucked on his stiffy, while gently playing with his bum, he stopped worrying about it.

At least he gives me the tickles too, no one I ever got fucked by did that before. Only Davey, but he didn't do that all the time. Only once or twi…. Damn, that does feel fucking nice.

Chapter 48
Kissy-face

Since Bryan now had the PS2, Beau spent even more of his time in the little one's room. He didn't have any schoolwork to do, something Bryan was a bit envious of but not a whole lot.

Schoolwork is about the only thing to make time pass quicker. That and reading. Oh, and sex too, but I can't have sex with Beau all of the time.

But it did annoy Bryan somewhat having to listen to the sometimes very repetitive sounds from whatever video game Beau played. The Streetfighter game was one of the worse for Bryan and he had to stop studying because he just couldn't concentrate. At those times, when it really got bad for him, he'd sit and watch Beau play. Not what he played, but the boy playing, how he'd move his body around when he was really into the game.

Other times he'd snuggle up close to the older boy and try to distract him by gently touching him, almost sensually caressing any part of bare skin he could reach. If he, Bryan, was in the right mood, which happened more often now than before, he'd switch to kissing and licking the older boy's toned body instead of merely touching him.

Sometimes I think he only starts playing that bullshit Streetfighter game because he wants me to have sex with him.

Beau, to Bryan's dismay, wasn't much into kissing. At least not lips on lips. The older boy enjoyed kissing Bryan's clean arse hole so much more than his mouth. And he was really into having Bryan kiss and lick his own arse hole, though it wasn't really important whether his was clean or not, at least not to Beau.

"Bryan! If you really must kiss me on the lips, go brush your teeth first. I don't want to taste what you had for lunch."

Bryan had sighed, his breath really couldn't be so disgusting, he brushed his teeth twice a day, which was much more than many of the other kids in the wing. But he wanted to kiss that day, ideally for a long time with tongues wrestling, but Beau needed to be really turned on for that to ever happen. Bryan went to his sink and obediently brushed his teeth, spending twice as long as he'd normally do and made sure to brush his tongue too. Even the part of it that always made him want to throw up as soon as the brush touched it.

When he was sure his breath smelled of nothing but fresh peppermint and really hoped his mouth wouldn't taste of anything but that, he gargled a bit of water before returning to the bed where Beau sat. The older boy had pretended not to know what Bryan was doing at the sink, but immediately put down the controller as Bryan got close to him.

"Right, kissy-face, do your worse," he told Bryan as the small boy climbed right on top of his lap.

Since Bryan had initiated this session, he'd be the one calling the shots. The boys had never really discussed it, but that was just how it had worked out. It also meant Beau could do pretty much whatever he wanted to Bryan as long as he didn't hurt the younger boy too much. It didn't mean the things he did to Bryan couldn't hurt at all, it only really meant Bryan had to be able to walk from Beau's room without requiring assistance.

Bruises were sort of okay too, as long as Bryan could hide them from the other kids using his normal clothes. Bryan knew it would impossible to hide any sort of bruising from the guards due to being strip searched after each of his visits, even when he had just gotten tuition by Chad. He knew the guards had to be seeing all kinds of things when they searched for illegal stuff so he wasn't too worried about them saying anything. And if they did, he'd just tell them it was consensual.

Maybe the guards wouldn't believe him, but he'd never say anything about it being Beau who had done it to him. Just like he'd never told the police about Colt. Sometimes he wondered what his old tormenter was doing now, if he had found a new kid to take over in his absence. Or if he had pissed himself when Lewis had been killed. But it wasn't very often he thought of either of them anymore. When he had trouble sleeping, was usually when he'd spend time thinking of them.

Bryan most certainly wasn't thinking of Colt, Lewis or nosy guards right that moment when he was about to lock lips with Beau. He was just happy seeing the boy in front of him lick his lips and part them slightly, so invitingly awaiting Bryan to move close enough and latch onto them. Bryan licked his own lips yet another time, wanting to make sure they were neither too dry nor too wet for kissing Beau. When they finally touched each other, Bryan's lower lip briefly connecting with Beau's upper lip before both boys adjusted to the proper angle, life couldn't possibly be any sweeter in Bryan's eyes.

They touched lips for a long moment while they breathed in and out of their noses. It was about a minute later when Bryan parted his lips just a little more to stick his tongue out. Only enough to let it touch Beau's lips really.

Beau was rather disgusted from the small boy's action, as if kissing on the lips wasn't bad enough, now Bryan just had to lick at his lips too. He wanted to pull his head back, to refuse kissing on the lips ever again. But he composed himself, managed to think before he acted.

If I won't do this, maybe Bryan won't let me do something I'd want to do to him. But if I do let him kiss me proper, then he won't be able to say no to whatever I want to do. I'll be able to tell him I didn't want to kiss but I did it for him.

Bryan was delighted when Beau not only allowed him to lick at the older boy's lips, but actually pushed his tongue out to join his. It was done carefully, tentatively, but it didn't matter to Bryan. It still felt like a huge victory to the young boy.

It's really great, but I want more. Much more!

He pushed his tongue slightly harder at Beau's lower lip, tried to get him to open his mouth just a tad bit more so he could move his tongue inside. When the older boy didn't respond, Bryan tilted his head further to the side and tried pushing his tongue in next to Beau's. This worked to some degree, but his access was limited by Beau's sharp teeth. Annoyed he broke off the kiss abruptly.

"Beau, you have to open your mouth some more. Just relax, kissing won't hurt you!"

"It's just so horrid."

"Kissing and licking my bum isn't horrid to you and there are far more germs and other bad stuff in my bum than there is in my mouth."

Bryan knew it was the other way around, there are far more germs in your mouth than in your bum, but they aren't quite as bad as those in the nether hole. He didn't much care having to explain it all to Beau though.

"Fuck! Don't talk about it that way, it makes you sound like a doctor. I don't want to know all the nasty details."

"All I'm asking is for you to relax your jaw so I can put my tongue in your mouth. And you can put yours in mine afterwards. It's quite nice once you get used to it. You'll soon find out."

"Arrrhh. Alright then, let's try it again, but don't stick all of your bloody tongue inside my mouth. It feels like a warm snail slithering around or something."

Bryan chose not to begin arguing about whether his tongue resembled a snail or not. All he had gotten out of arguing with boys older than himself was to get hurt in one way or another. Besides for the moment, he wanted to use his mouth for kissing, not talking.

"Just do what I do, okay? Please?"

The small boy set out to teach Beau the finer aspects of the art of kissing. He started slow, much slower than he had when he first kissed Beau. Slower than he wanted to, but he remembered what it had been like to him when he had been kissed for the very first time. The first five minutes of having Charley's tongue inside his mouth had been both confusing and really disgusting. He had even tried to stop Charley, his old protector (and abuser?) from kissing him, but had been forced to continue. It seemed so long ago now.

Bryan put his hand on the back of Beau's head, but it wasn't to prevent him from breaking off the kiss. He just needed to gently hold onto it so he had more control of how hard he pressed his lips against Beau's. Kissing the teen who didn't really want to be kissed, but did it for Bryan's sake, had to be done much more gently than both Charley and Davey had kissed him. This wasn't the aggressive kissing between two kids who were so turned on they could hardly see straight. No, it was a so much more loving and tender way to express Bryan's feelings to Beau.

For the still young boy, it was much too complicated expressing those feelings verbally, as he himself hardly understood what love was all about. How could he have known about true love, Davey hadn't been his own choice, it had been Charley who had arranged for the two boys to have sex. That their friendship sort of grew into a feeling of love for each other had been somewhat circumstantial and it had only lasted until the moment Davey set foot on the other side of the fence as a free boy.

His relationship to Charley had not been one of love either, the older boy had just been looking for a new smaller kid to fuck. He had even threatened Bryan to have sex with him in return of protection. From kids that in the end hadn't really posed any threat to Bryan at all. Steve, who he had been terrified of from the beginning, had left him alone. He'd only made one move on Davey, but hadn't done anything to Bryan. Not even after Charley had been moved from the wing and no longer able to protect Bryan.

Bryan had loved the attention and gotten used to the rough sex Charley demanded of him. Bryan had even started to like some of the things he did, but he didn't love Charley. Not like he loved Beau now.

And he didn't love Beau for the sex they had shared so far. Most of what Beau did to him was tolerable at best, some had been extremely painful and very little had felt nice in some weird way or another. He loved the teen for letting him kiss him so intimately and not fight it even if he didn't enjoy it.

He will learn to love it as much as I do!

He also loved him for being a friend in a place where most would've wanted to take advantage of a smaller, weaker and quite feminine boy. But mostly he loved the teen for simply being Beau. He was genuinely interested in Bryan as a person, not some living object that primarily existed to be fucked at will. Bryan could tell. Why else would Beau spend all his time with him and hardly ever talk about sex. He was almost shy when it came to talking about that subject. He didn't even want it every day, certainly not several times a day.

On more than one occasion Bryan had actually been forced to beg for the teen to just do something sexy to him and Bryan wasn't at all used to having to ask, and much less having to force an older boy to have sex with him. That wasn't how it was supposed to be in Bryan's mind. He was the weaker part so he had to be submissive to the stronger part. But Beau just didn't work that way. Well, at least not all the time. When Beau really did want rough sex he'd dominate Bryan much more severely than even Colt had done.

But that was okay with Bryan. It wasn't perfect, but he still loved Beau in spite of what he did to him when he was in his mean mood. And Beau was still capable of making tender love to Bryan as well, not simply fuck him as hard as he could until he spurted his spunk deep inside of his little bum.

But Bryan couldn't explain all of that to Beau. His vocabulary might have been far greater than that of your average English grownup, but still it was too hard to put the proper words to his feelings.

But what better way is there than letting it all be said with a kiss? Or much better yet, lots of kisses? Lots of long kisses.

To say Beau thought the same as Bryan would be a downright lie. He was trying hard to not think too much about Bryan's spit he knew had to be entering his mouth as he forced himself to mimic the little boy's actions. It was a game of cat and mouse, the little boy would carefully push his tongue into his mouth, seek out the tip of his tongue no matter where he tried to hide it. He'd then quickly retract it and Beau had to put his tongue into Bryan's mouth to find the tip of his small tongue inside. If he didn't, Bryan would break off the kiss and give him a dirty look before resume kissing.

Beau was rather bashful about how his mouth water must've tasted to the small boy. He hadn't brushed his teeth since before breakfast and he had eaten toast with cheese and marmalade for breakfast. Not to forget the lunch that had been some unspecified meat, likely rat or something utterly disgusting like that, with a rather spicy sweet and sour sauce and rice.

But Bryan sure doesn't seem to mind the taste. At least I can only taste toothpaste from his mouth.

That was about the only nice thing about the kissing he could think of. Beau sat on the edge of the bed, with his feet on the floor. Bryan sat on his lap with his legs firmly around Beau's body, one arm held his upper body in a tight one armed hug. His other hand was gently holding onto the older boy's neck, just below his hairline. Beau at first hadn't been able to figure out where to place his hands, but had finally decided to hug the smaller boy back.

It might've been nice to be hugging his young friend like that, if only it hadn't been for the bloody damp and hot end of May weather. Beau felt like he was overheating as the heat from Bryan's body only made it so much worse. It was like hugging a radiator on full power in the middle of summer. A radiator that had a wet towel on it. He knew he was sweating, he could practically feel the sweat pour from his arm pits, not to mention what his crotch and arse crack had to be like. Bryan was sweating too, he could feel the dampness on the polo shirt where he had put his hands on the small boy's back.

At least we've both showered this morning. I can only smell deodorant and peppermint.

It was a very warm May that year and they were on day four of an almost nationwide heatwave. They'd even said on the news that some people had died from the heat. Elderly people with sicknesses, but still people. The insides of the old prison had warmed up quickly, insulation hadn't been much of a concern when it had been built and due to the very nature of the place, it didn't have many nor large openings to the outside air.

Bryan's small table fan ran at full speed up there on the high windowsill in front of the wide open, yet very small window. Beau had stood up on the chair and secured the fan in place by tying a thin piece of string between the protective mesh grill on the fan and two of the bars in front of the window. The windowsill just wasn't wide enough for the fan to sit there without the string.

But during the day, the fan just sucked in warm air from outside and pushed that into Bryan's room. It was only late in the evening and at night it actually helped cool down his room a few degrees more than otherwise.

Beau desperately wished he was sitting in a bathtub full of icy water, but would've settled for sitting directly in front of the fan even if all it was push the hot air around. It was much too high up on the wall for it to blow air down onto the boys though. He glanced up at it as to make sure it was still working, being careful not to break the seal his lips formed with Bryan's.

They had been kissing for almost nine minutes before Bryan finally pulled his head back and looked at Beau with a look on his face that the older boy could only partway interpret. The little boy was smiling, but he had a twinkle in his eyes that meant more than just being appreciative of Beau suffering through the sour plight of sucking faces with him.

"Take my clothes off, please."

"Wait, did you sneak out to clean your bum? I didn't see you leave at all."

"No, but I can do it now, if you want me to."

"If you only want me to lick your arse you can just use your washcloth, but if you want more, then off you go."

"Do you want me to?"

"It's up to you, remember?"

"Oh, right. Well, I don't know. Do you think you could fuck me for like a long time just really slow and gentle?"

"As long as you don't want to suck faces while I fuck you, I think I can."

"That would be nice, but I guess I can't have it all?"

"My cock would only go soft right quick."

Bryan looked back over his shoulder as he picked up the plastic bottle he used for his enemas.

"We really must get you to enjoy kissing."

Beau sighed dramatically.

"Do you really mean that?"

"Yes!"

"Bloody hell!"

Bryan didn't hear that as he had already left the room and shut the door when Beau breathed it out.

The small boy didn't have to spend much time cleaning himself out, he had a poo that morning so his bum was mostly clean already. Two enemas was all it took for the water to come gushing out almost as clean as it had been when going in. He returned to his room to find Beau sitting on the bed in the same spot he had left him.

"Bryan?"

"Yes?"

"About the kissing, I'm not sure I'll ever be able to really enjoy it. But I do want to kiss you. I felt so, I dunno, close to you somehow."

"All it takes is getting used to it, you're just worrying too much. When you no longer worry, you'll really like it."

"I want it to be fucking lovely at least for you."

"It will be, once you get into it too."

"Maybe. Only remember, when it's my turn to decide what we do, you got to do as I say. No hesitation. Well, you can struggle all you want, but then I get to punish you."

"Right, but you have to remember you can't hurt me too much."

"I know. But it's me who decides if it hurts too much or not. Not you. You can tell me after, but not when I do something to you."

"What will you do to me?"

"You'll know when it happens. Now, what do you fancy, me fucking you straight away?"

"No, I want to 69 with you first."

Beau reached for Bryan's polo shirt and soon had it off the little sweaty boy. He didn't bother undoing the shorts, just grabbed hold of the short pants legs and tugged them down, bringing the little white undies a bit of the way down along with the shorts. The undies got caught on the two inch [5 cm] stiffy all ready for action. Beau made sure to pull out on the waistband so it cleared the little boner painlessly. Bryan sat on the bed and let the older remove his white tube socks leaving him fully naked.

Beau looked at the little boy and smiled as he a bit more slowly took off his own clothing. He made a few small dance moves while he took off his tee shirt in a way he hoped looked sexy. When it was time for his own shorts he began gyrating his hips sexily but ruined it slightly as he had troubles with getting his zipper undone.

Bryan couldn't help but giggle at the funny sight. Strip teases just wasn't his cup of tea, it didn't turn him on, but it was kind of fun to watch Beau try to perform like a private dancer.

When the older boy had finally gotten completely undressed too, he joined Bryan on the bed. They lay facing each other, dicks sort of within easy reach of their mouths. The difference in height made it a bit tricky for them, but Beau curled up some and sucked the little hard-on into his mouth. The taste of it could only be described as little boy's dick, slightly salty from the sweat that had built up since the morning shower. It wasn't bad at all, not even the little bit of smegma he uncovered when he pushed back the foreskin.

Bryan had tried something new with Beau's prick, he wanted to see just how much of it he could fit inside his mouth. Carefully his lips had gotten ever closer to the older boy's pubic bone, but he had to back off of it with three centimetres still remaining. He had gagged twice and the last time had almost made him vomit for real. Beau's prick had gotten really wet with the little boy's saliva since the last gag had made Bryan salivate so much.

Bryan gave his throat a well needed rest and only sucked on the very end of Beau's stiff prick while he wanked the rest of it. He didn't want Beau to shoot his spunk, not into his mouth anyway. All he wanted was to maintain the large stiffy until he had his own tickling kiddy orgasm. Then Beau could stick it in his bum and hopefully make him go through another, more powerful orgasm induced by his prostate.

Chapter 49
Boyfriends per default

The small twelve year-old boy now had a better understanding of what went on during sex, as he had started reading educational books on the subject. He had with a fierce blush asked his tutor if he could find additional books to read as the first one had been quite superficial about actual sex. It had only explained in clinical terms what happened when A was inserted into B then had gone on to birth control and later sexually transmitted diseases.

Chad had returned with several more books, one was ancient and only had black and white pictures in it. Bryan had stopped when he noticed one picture being a series of naked boys standing in the same pose looking at the camera. The youngest was 5 and then it went all the way up to a young man of 21, showing the changes a male body goes through as it matures. They all stood up against a ruler on the wall indicating the height of the boy/young man on the photo.

Bryan had sighed when he studied the photo of what was supposed to be a 12 year-old boy. He had used his magnifying glass, like he was a young Sherlock Holmes looking for evidence, as he studied the old grainy picture. This was how his body should look, but the 12 year-old in the picture had a fair bit of a bush growing on top of his willy. The boy wasn't sporting a stiffy but still it was longer than that of Bryan's, even when his was as stiff as it could be.

I look more like the nine year-old boy, he's even exactly the same height as me.

He had turned the page and there was a photo much the same as the one he had just studied. It just showed maturing female bodies.

The twelve year-old looks quite nice but then it does go rapidly downhill from there.

The book he studied was from the early 1970s, so none of the people in the pictures had shaved or trimmed their pubic hair, not even the girls and women's armpits had been shaved. They looked like savages to Bryan's young eyes. He quickly moved past the chapter on female development, didn't want to read more boring details of how ovaries started spitting out small eggs that would then bleed out of the vagina for a duration of up to a week.

Or something like that. I remember my mum's sanitary pads. I thought they were small nappies at first. Oh, the look on her face when I asked her if she still peed herself a little. And the way she told me it wasn't any of my business when I asked about the micro nappies.

The book also had a small chapter on homosexual sex, but it pretty much only said that boys could have the same feelings for another boy as a boy could have for a girl. And girls for girls too for that matter. It didn't say anything about why anal sex felt good to the receiver. Which pretty much was the only question Bryan was looking for an answer to.

When Chad came around for the next tuition, Bryan handed him back the books with a thanks.

"So, did you learn anything you didn't know before?" Chad had asked.

"Yes, but not everything I wanted to know."

"What is it exactly you want to know? I might be able to find better study books if I know the specifics."

Bryan hesitated, wondered what Chad would think of him if he told him. If he'd make fun of him or worse still, think he was gay.

"Someone told me it feels nice to be f… uh, to have anal sex. I want to know why."

"Why they told you that or if it does?"

"If it does feel nice and why it would."

"Right, let me just write it down so I won't forget. Let's see, anal sex, feels good, question mark, why, question mark."

"Thanks. You don't think I'm weird?"

"Bryan, no, I don't think you're weird, no weirder than you normally are anyway. You hear of something and you analyse what you hear. If what you hear conflicts with what you think you know of it already, you seek out more information to confirm whether what you just heard is right. But, I do think I know why you're asking about this specific activity and why the 'someone' told you it would feel nice. I'm not judging you, or him, I know what must take place inside these walls.

"I went to a gender segregated boarding school, Bryan. I was a bit older than you and teenaged boys get horny. Oh, you already know this of course. I'm only going to tell you to be really careful, that's all. If someone does want to have anal sex with you, he'd need to do it real slow or he might seriously injure you. Don't ask me how I know, I'm not going to tell you anything about what took place back then, it's all history now. Anyway, your friend, or whoever he is, is quite right, it can feel nice. To both. If it's done properly."

"Why?"

"Now, that I don't know, but I'll try to find the explanation to it."

"Thanks, Chad."

"You're welcome. So how's your French coming along? Don't tell me you spent all the time since Monday only studying sex?"

Bryan blushed, as that was indeed all he had done. Not just study sex, but also having it.

When Bryan finally had gotten his tickles, an expression he still preferred to use instead of orgasm or climax as it was a pretty accurate description of what it felt like for him, Beau had changed position. Bryan helped the older boy gain access to his little bum hole by lifting his leg up and resting his thigh on the older boy's head.

"Bryan hold your leg up on your own, it's too bloody hot for me."

"It's not my fault it's like 40C in here," the smaller boy whined.

"Maybe we should just stop, it's really too hot to do anything now."

"Your willy is stiff. It still wants to play. So do I."

"You little sex maniac. Making me fuck your little arse when all we really ought to be doing was laying on the floor gasping for air."

"You can lay on the floor after. But you're not fucking it until you've made my hole nice and wet. Go on, it is clean."

"Well it had better be. I wish we could just shower all day long. Sitting in the stall with cool water spraying all over would be so nice."

"We can't, remember? There's a limit of 10 minutes per day per kid. Just be happy they're so lax when we shower together."

"Can you ask Papa Smurf if we can take another shower after I've fucked you? He wasn't here this morning, he can't possibly know we've already had one."

"I dunno, I don't want to take advantage of him just because he's nicer than the other guards."

"If I don't get to shower again today, I'll surely die. Then you'll have no one to fuck you."

"You make it sound like that's all I'm interested in. We're friends aren't we?"

"I think we're more than just friends. I don't know anyone who're only friends and suck faces like you force me to do with you."

"I'm not forcing you to kiss me. Besides you said you kind of liked it."

"That's not what I said. I said I liked being close to you."

"Whatever. As long as we keep doing it again and again."

"If you're my slave when I want you to be, then I'll be your slave when you want me to."

"I don't want you to be my slave, I only want you to enjoy what I like too."

"Oh. Well, I want you to enjoy being my little slave bitch boy. So I guess that's about the same."

"I'll pretend to enjoy it if it makes you happy."

"Then I'll do the same for you. And I guess that makes us more like boyfriends than just friends."

"Boyfriends? But, I'm not gay!"

"No, you just like sucking cock and being fucked. Not to forget the kissy face stuff. You're straight as a circle."

"What?"

"Oh forget it. No, don't forget it. Let's just get this over with. I've never heard you mention any girls or women you fancy, but you practically swoon when you receive a letter from Charley. I'm not envious of him as he's not the one looking at your arse hole right now. I am. Anyway it doesn't matter if you're gay or not, we are still boyfriends."

Bryan had to think for a bit before replying to what Beau had just said. It was true what Beau had said about him never talking about girls. But he'd only been eight when Colt had started grooming him. He'd never really had a chance to meet and talk to a girl to find out more of this alien species. Now when he got horny, which happened much more often than before, hopefully an early sign of the upcoming puberty, he only thought of having sex with boys.

No, not just any boy. Right now it's Beau I fancy.

But, did that really make him gay? Would he ever be able to enjoy licking a girl down there, where she'd bleed from during her periods? The sheer thought of doing that while she bled was extremely repulsive.

I'd rather lick her bum hole. But I'd enjoy it more if she'd have a willy to suck on. Fuck, I must be gay!

"You'd really want to be my boyfriend?" Bryan finally asked.

"We already are, by default."

"What about Joey? You can't have two boyfriends."

"My solicitor told me I'll probably get at least four years in prison. The prosecutor is trying to use every time I had sex with Joey as individual indictments against me. So there's no chance of getting a home curfew or something like that for me. Even if I could, I'd still be banned from contacting him ever again. So, I'm free if you want me."

"Like you said, we already are boyfriends. By default."

"No, now it's because we both want to be."

"Cool, but let's keep it a secret, I don't want all the other kids knowing we're boyfriends. Even if they probably suspect we are."

"I'm not about to let you kiss me in public, so don't worry. Your secret is safe with me," Beau said.

"We should celebrate it though."

"Well, a long gentle fuck is how you get to celebrate it. Tomorrow, it'll be everything but gentle."

"I wasn't thinking of sex."

"I am. Now."

With that said the older boy began making out with the young twelve year-old who looked to be no older than nine. Only it wasn't the young boy's mouth he was kissing and sticking his tongue into, it was his little bum hole that got all of his attention.

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