Chapter 50
New underwear

"Fuuuck, Beau. What were you thinking?"

Bryan had just gotten the package from amazon with six pairs of little boys' boxer briefs in it. The label on the two packs of three briefs clearly said age 8 on them. But that wasn't what was so upsetting to Bryan. He had just seen the receipt and the total was much more than the £25 limit he had adamantly told Bryan to stay under.

"It was a bargain, buy two and get the more expensive one at the price of the cheapest."

"Bargain? That's a rip off. You should've just bought one pack. We don't even know if they'll fit."

"Oh, they'll fit alright. I used to wear my old boxers from when I was 6 when I was like 12."

"But, 45 pounds and 45p? Whatever happened to keeping it under 25 pounds?"

"Uh, well some of it is shipping."

"Yes, all of £2.75 is shipping. That's still almost 43 pounds worth of boxer briefs. That's 7 pounds for each of them. And they can't be returned!"

"Will you please relax and try one on?"

"Christ! I might as well do that since there's no chance in hell I'll get my money back. You still disappoint me. Don't for one second think I'm going to let this slide."

"Ooooh, what will you do to me? Smack me?"

"You'll only enjoy that far too much. No, you'll kiss me for one minute for every pound you went over the limit. That's twenty and a half minutes we'll be sucking faces tomorrow. And if you're not doing it to my satisfaction, then we'll just have to start all over again."

"Aw, Bryan. Please! Not all of that sucky-face stuff again."

"Oh yes. Tomorrow is my turn to decide what will happen. And kissing is what we'll be doing. Good thing it's Saturday and we'll have all day long. I'm sure it'll take lots of tries to teach you how to kiss me properly."

"You're so bloody mean."

"You think kissing is mean? What do you call tying me up and let me believe I'm all alone?"

"Fun?"

"You're bonkers. Bloody mad is what you are."

"I'm madly in love with you. That's what I am."

"Hmpf! I love you too, but that's the last time I'm letting you order anything without me checking what it's going to cost me first."

"They are cute though. Look, there's a Cars one. Put that on."

"I really should get them washed first, who knows what kind of chemicals and shit there might be in them?"

"You won't be wearing them long enough for you to get hurt anyway."

"So you're not going to be mean to me today?"

"I meant you won't get hurt by the chemicals."

"Oh."

"Go clean your bum. And you'd better be wearing the Cars boxers when you come to my room."

"But it's only 2 in the afternoon? Yard time won't be for another hour and half."

"Oh, I know. That's not really any of your concern. You're my slave now until I dismiss you. Go clean yourself out, or else!"

Bryan didn't stick around long enough to find out what Beau meant by the 'or else! part. After he had given himself five enemas, where the last two hadn't really been necessary, he thought he couldn't stretch the time until he had to walk to Beau's room any more. He put on the Cars boxer briefs and even though they supposedly were meant for a boy four years younger than him, they weren't overly tight on him. Sure, McQueen looked a bit stretched as he sat there covering his little firm bum, but the underwear didn't cut off the blood supply to any important bits.

The young boy, who suddenly felt much younger now he was wearing underwear with a really childish design on it, quickly put on his shorts. It made him feel a bit better, but he still knew what he was wearing underneath though others wouldn't be able to see.

I'm not going to run around with my shorts halfway down my bum to show off the waistband like the other kids. Calvin Klein and Björn Borg boxers do seem really popular. That's what I really wanted too when I asked mum for boxer shorts. 'Cuz Colt wore those.

He left his room, only after making sure the rest of the boxer briefs were hidden just as well as the four dummies were. In the very back of his cupboard under the bag holding his dirty clothes.

No one in their right mind will go anywhere near another kid's dirty clothing.

Bryan had forgotten about Beau not only going near his dirty clothes, but rummaging through the nylon mesh bag in search of his used undies. He had used two of them to gag the small boy when he had introduced Bryan to a bit of CBT. Beau had in fact seen the dummies then, but hadn't said anything to Bryan about them. Yet! He was both waiting for the right time as well as trying to figure out what to say about his discovery.

Bryan quickly walked to Beau's room, not at all sure what to think about the tight underwear he was wearing. The boxer briefs hugged his bottom tightly but also pushed his boy parts almost flush against his pubic bone in front.

This will for sure take some time getting used to. My nuts are being squashed! If I was in puberty now and producing sperm, it wouldn't be any good with all the heat building up in my testicles. Funny word that. Testicles. Almost like tentacles, but totally different things.

He briefly wondered why Beau was so fascinated by small boxers, he himself had wanted boxer tights because they seemed to allow his bits to sit more freely and because it was what grownups wore. No grownup would ever want to wear boxer tights if they had childish cartoon characters all over them.

Not any sensible adult anyway. Maybe those who'd be into using the dummies Charley got me. Those adult babies whatever the heck they are. No, they wouldn't be interested in underwear, they'd surely want nappies. Who would've thought there are people who'd enjoy that?

He opened Beau's door without knocking and without feeling bad about it. The two boys were boyfriends now. And a boyfriend just doesn't knock on the door to the room where his boyfriend is. The whole boyfriend thing was relatively new, at least officially, but they'd behaved like that ever since the first time they had sex, only on the second day after they'd met.

He stuck his finger up my rocket chamber the same day we met. When we shared a shower.

That had been so much fun, Bryan had only wanted Beau to put the little bar of soap away and had without thinking just told him to drop it. Maybe it was a pickup line for gay men, but it had worked, somewhat. At least they now were an item. And as an item, Bryan had every right to walk into Beau's room without knocking. He couldn't be doing anything alone that would embarrass him. They'd done pretty much all of that to or with each other already.

Beau didn't say anything about the smaller boy so nonchalantly walking into his room. But he did ask why it had taken him so long to get there.

"It took like forever to get my bum clean. Poo just kept coming out with the water."

"Eww! But it's clean now?"

"Yes. Well, I sure hope so."

"We'll soon find out. Take your clothes off, all of them. Only keep the boxers on. You did put them on?"

"Uh-huh."

"Good. No, don't dance for me now, there's not enough time. Just strip as quickly as you can."

Bryan left his clothes in a heap where he stood, though it was a rather small heap. His polo shirt, shorts and two socks didn't take up much place. Even though they were on top of his sneakers. He sat on the bed where Beau had told him to.

"Hold out your hands."

Beau quickly put one of Bryan's belts around his wrists and pulled it real tight to buckle it in the last hole.

"That really hurts," Bryan said in a whiny voice.

"I know," was all Beau said.

He gave the small boy a gentle push on his chest making him fall to his back. His legs hung over the side of it, his feet a couple of centimetres above the floor. Beau took the other belt and looped it around Bryan's ankles, then lifted his feet up to where he could tie the belt off to the small boy's wrists. This forced Bryan's knees wide apart, stretching McQueen a bit more as he sat there winking on the boy's bum. Most of the red car was hidden from view, but Beau could see the smiling mouth of it. Inverted as it was, it looked more like a frown.

Though the tight boxer briefs really made Bryan look cute, they were in the way of the more interesting features of the boy. Beau tried sorting that by tugging at the waistband and skimmed the tight piece of clothing off the little bum. Due to Bryan's knees being splayed so widely open he couldn't uncover the little boy's balls and cock.

"Arrrhhh, this'll never work," Beau said disappointedly.

He quickly untied Bryan's ankles and slid the tight underwear completely off his legs and feet. He tied the ankles back up where they had been.

"So much better. I can see all of you now, Bryan."

Bryan couldn't come up with a witty remark so he chose to keep silent. He wondered what the older boy would do, now he had forced him to lie pretty much like a toddler waiting for a new diaper.

It wasn't putting a diaper on Bryan Beau had in mind, though it would have been easily done. Instead he reached into his shorts pocket and fished out the shoe lace from Bryan's dress shoes. He had never put them back on the shoes as Bryan never wore them anyway.

Besides the laces look so much better tied around Bryan's little balls.

"No, please don't do that again. It hurt so much the last time," Bryan said, unable to contain himself any longer.

"Shut up Bryan or I'll have to punish you. And it isn't even yard time, so you risk everyone hearing you shout and scream when I smack your little arse hard."

"Beau! I'll do anything for you, just don't tie my nuts."

"You're not getting any more warnings. Either you ask me nicely to tie up your balls or I'll use my slipper on your arse."

Bryan thought of his options, he didn't want to beg Beau to put the lace around his nuts but he didn't want to find out how badly it would hurt to be smacked by the prison issue hard rubber slippers either. He could ask Beau to untie him, to end all of the hurting. He knew the older boy would do more to him than just tie his nuts and he was quite sure it was going to hurt even more. But Beau was officially, although secretly, his boyfriend. If Bryan asked to be released from the belts, he risked losing Beau. Beau, who wasn't just his boyfriend but also his only friend.

And who knows if Beau will actually stop even if I did start to scream my head off?

"Please, Beau, will you tie up my nuts?" he asked in a timid voice.

"Tie them up? How? Like a cute little bow or tight?"

"Tight please."

"Alright, just tight or really super tight?"

"Really super tight."

"Okay, my love. I hope you know what you're asking, it'll hurt like hell. But, since you asked, I better get on with it."

Bryan had only said what he thought Beau wanted to hear. He was suddenly confused.

Would he really just have tied a bow around my nuts if I had asked him to do that?

Beau was really excited. Bryan wanted it to hurt. Really hurt!

He's like a mini-me! I love when it hurts. And he does too. What're the odds of that?

The older boy made a loop of one of the 40 cm [15"] long laces, put it loosely around Bryan's little ball sack before grabbing hold of the small balls. He stretched the little nut sack as much as he could and pulled the lace tight while making sure the loop stayed in place. He saw how the lace cut into the soft skin of the sack and heard the hiss from Bryan's mouth. He knew it hurt, but it would only be until the skin got numb which wouldn't take too long. He didn't let go of the small balls, even if they were so small it was hard to believe their owner was twelve years old.

I love his baby-sized balls. I hope they'll never grow any bigger.

When the loop was so tight it wouldn't come undone on its own, Beau quickly moved the lace around the stretched ball sack another time. He made sure it sat neatly next to the first loop and pulled it just as tight before continuing. The balls, small as they were, were easier to make out now, as the sack was stretched further and further. When he had finally finished, the two balls were pushed closely together and sat at the very end of a 4 cm [1½"] narrow tube of carefully wrapped up ball sack. The shoe lace was black and really stood out from the pink skin surrounding it.

"Now they won't go anywhere, like trying to hide inside your body," Beau said and patted the small balls quite softly.

It still hurt like hell, just as Beau had promised it would. Bryan was in agony and tried to find a position where he could ease the pain shooting out from his groin. But no matter how he held his knees, he couldn't make the pain go away. He looked up at Beau who had started taking off his clothes. If he hadn't hurt so much he would have giggled when the older picked up the red boxer briefs and put them on. It really looked ridiculous to Bryan. His eyes narrowed to mere slits as he saw the older boy pick up his box of coloured pencils from the desk. He hadn't even noticed them gone from his own desk!

"I know how much you love these pencils Bryan. So I hope you did a really thorough job cleaning your arse out. I'm going to see how many will fit inside your arse hole. Don't worry though, I'll stick them in one at a time."

"You can't stick pencils in my bum. I'll only start bleeding from it. Please, Beau. Don't do that to me."

"I'm already miles ahead of you. I'll stick the blunt end of them into your tender little arse. It shouldn't hurt, not until you've got like 12 or so inside. We can even make this a monthly test, the 'see how many pencils Bryan's arse will hold'-day or something. Maybe every month I'll add another pencil to the previous month's count."

The teen put the case of pencils on his bed next to Bryan so it was within easy reach and enabled Bryan to see the progress. There were 72 pencils in the blue cardboard box, each with their very own dedicated position. Bryan had only ever removed one pencil from the box at a time, carefully replacing one before selecting another. Beau didn't share Bryan's feelings towards the pencils as he just picked up a handful of them. This shocked Bryan more than when he felt the first pencil move into his bum hole.

"That was almost too easy wasn't it? Oh well, you've had much larger things inside so that's only what we could expect. It looks kind of lonely though, so we better have another one join it."

Bryan could only watch as Beau licked the end of another pencil and stuck it into him to sit flush with the first one. It didn't hurt, but he could feel the narrow wooden pencils sitting in his bum hole. The third and fourth entered in quick succession, forcing his anus to open wider. From this point on he couldn't feel the individual pencils going into his bum, Beau made sure to slide them into the center of the pencils already inside.

It wasn't until the tenth pencil was carefully pushed in, that his hole began to object some. The nine 6mm diameter pencils already inside had forced his hole to gape open almost 4 cm [1½"]. This was twice the diameter of your average broomstick, but still less than the monster cock Charley had once so indifferently forced into Bryan. However, the wooden pencils were hard, cold and unyielding, nothing at all like a human penis or the poo that normally vacated Bryan's body through the very orifice being stuffed full of pencils.

As the eleventh went in, spreading the opening wider still, Bryan had to softly moan. The twelfth and thirteenth were strangely easier for Bryan to handle, but he cried out as the fourteenth spread his hole wider than ever before. He shook his head as Beau reached for another pencil from the box.

"Please, Beau. No more. It really burns."

His eyes watered when Beau put the pencil back into the box. The older boy had clearly accepted that fourteen pencils were as many as Bryan was able to handle.

"We'll try with fifteen next time. You do look so cute with your arse full of different coloured pencils, I wish you could see what I see."

Bryan let his head fall back onto the mattress, his bum hole was full. It felt as if he was in the middle of the poo of his life time. Though it hurt, it didn't hurt too much. It was about the same condition his small balls were in, they hurt as well, but the acute pain had dwindled to a sensation of numbness. It was only when Beau touched them, either accidently brushing against them or purposely, they'd cry out in pain.

Beau sat down on the bed next to Bryan. He made himself comfortable by leaning against the smaller boy, picked up a comic book and started reading.

Bryan couldn't really do much other than wait for the older boy to make his next move. He instinctively knew not to say anything although it was both boring and just a tiny bit arousing not knowing for just how long he had to lay there. He couldn't see the alarm clock Beau had in his room, nor could he have a look at his wristwatch as the older boy had removed it before tying his hands with his own belt. He tried to keep track of time by counting his heart beats and Beau's turning pages as the older boy read his comic book. The teen would at times giggle and chuckle at the apparently rather fun story he read.

Bryan had counted just about 2000 heart beats when Beau put the book down. He had lost count of how many times Beau had turned the page in the book, but it hardly mattered anyway as the older boy had been rather inconsistent in how much time he spent reading the individual pages.

Beau stretched his arms and yawned loudly, making Bryan yawn too and wish for being able to stretch his own smaller arms as far as they would go. Both boys had heard the commotion signalling yard time as kids left their rooms and closed the doors. Everything had quieted down as the kids had left the wing. The last sound they had heard, had been the soft echo from the heavy steel gate door closing. They were as alone as they'd ever be in the wing.

"Right Bryan. Time for the real fun to begin. Your arse cheeks look rather pale next to the pencils. Why don't I bring some colour into them as well?"

He didn't wait for Bryan to respond, he slapped the nearest buttock but without putting any real effort into the slap. He continued lightly smacking the same buttock while he bent over and sucked the tightly bound balls into his mouth. He didn't stop there but moved his lips all the way to where ball sack attached to Bryan's body and he sucked on it like it had been a dick. The tightly bound ball sack with the two balls at the end of it did resemble a skinny dick with a somewhat bigger dick head.

Bryan gasped from the painful sensation of having his tied up balls licked at. Beau might as well have held a red hot poker up to them as that is how his soft tongue felt to Bryan. Yet, his willy responded to the sensation too and it slowly filled with blood until it couldn't get any bigger.

That was when Beau intensified the smacks to Bryan's buttock. He still only slapped the little boy's left buttock, it had slowly but steadily begun warming from the gentle slaps. The smacks weren't hurting Bryan yet, it was mostly the psychologically effect he felt as he listened to the sound of hand connecting to buttock.

Bryan shifted a bit in his bounds, tried to get just a little more comfortable, but quickly stopped as it made his bum hole contract painfully around the wooden objects stuck into it. He had all but forgotten about the fourteen pencils sitting about 5cm [2"] inside his little bum.

Beau sucked harder on the little nut sack as he made his slaps sting even more. He ended the onslaught with five really hard smacks on the now quite red buttock.

The small boy squealed as the final smack hit his buttock, it was much harder than any of the previous ones had been. He readied himself as he could feel Beau move around so he could start slapping the other buttock. Then sighed from relief as the teen started out with the same light smacks that didn't hurt at all. The older boy even left his smarting nuts alone and started sucking his quite stiff little boner.

Bryan was confused yet again, how it was possible to not only get a stiffy, but enjoy having it played with while still in pain from other parts of his body? It was simply beyond his level of comprehension. The only part of his body that felt good was his stiffy, while pretty much everything else was painfully hurting him. He pondered this for a while, but couldn't come up with a plausible explanation. He chose to think about it at a later time, maybe even ask Chad if he could find any information on it.

While the slaps started really stinging as they landed on Bryan's right side buttock, Beau was doing everything he could to coerce a kiddy orgasm out of the small stiffy. It would be quite an achievement if the young boy climaxed while having his nuts tied so tight and his little arse filled to capacity with pencils.

Not to forget his arse stinging from the smacks. Come on Bryan, cum for me, you beautiful little boy. Yeah, just a little more, thaaat's it. Oh, you really enjoyed that, didn't you? Maybe a harder smack will set you off? Oh yes! There we go!

Bryan's kiddy orgasm wasn't the most powerful one he had ever experienced but it was one of the most painful ones he had to go through. His nut sack tried in vain to compact itself around his nuts and his bum hole contracted painfully around the pencils stuck into it. His arms and legs tugged at the belts that just wouldn't budge at all. He was happy when the orgasm finally waned and left him gasping for air.

"Beau, please stop licking my willy. It's super sensitive right now."

The older boy actually listened to the small bound boy this time. He backed off and smiled at the tired boy. He thought he knew exactly what Bryan was going through. He was closer to the truth than he would've thought possible.

"Okay, Bryan. I'll give you a chance to catch your breath. I'll fuck your lovely, cute little arse in a moment. Damn, you make me so horny."

Bryan was well happy hearing those words. He thought his bum was puny, yet his boyfriend loved it! He only wished Beau would take out the pencils, their presence in his bum hole was now well beyond unwanted. Still, he didn't complain about them, he knew it could only be a matter of minutes before they would be replaced by the much better stiffy of his boyfriend.

I'll never grow tired of calling him that. My boyfriend. MY boyfriend, all mine!

It took Bryan several days to reorganize his pencils after that bondage session. Every time he thought he got them to lay in the box in exactly the right order, he'd suddenly jump from whatever he was doing to switch two or more around. His OCD was getting worse, but he didn't notice it as it only happened very slowly over time.

Chapter 51
The haircut

"Today I'll teach you how to kiss, Beau. Properly I mean. Don't pull that face, my bum still hurts from yesterday and I didn't say a thing about that."

"But you like it when I smack you. I'm not sure about all the kissing stuff. Can't I just kiss your sweet little arse instead? You love that too."

"I like when you kiss my bum but it's hardly the same as kissing on the mouth. Just shut up already and pucker up, I've already brushed my teeth twice so it really shouldn't be disgusting to you."

"Oh my hero, kiss me on my burning lips, I'm so full of desire for you, you big stud of a man!"

Bryan giggled at Beau's incredibly poor impersonation of a passionate woman wanting a kiss from her lover or whomever it was the older boy imagined.

"Shut up. I'm not a hero, nor am I a man and you're certainly no woman," he told the older boy.

"You're more than man enough for me, Bryan. I love your small boy body. Don't tell anyone, but I've always fancied boys your size and even smaller."

"You pervert!" Bryan gasped, much more convincingly than Beau's attempt to be a lady.

He managed to refrain from giggling for all of 3 seconds. But then he truly lost it. His pearly almost girlish laughter could have easily been heard from outside his door. But the corridor was blissfully deserted as most of the other inhabitants of the wing had gone back to sleeping.

"Oh, you should've seen the look on your face! I don't care if you fancy toddlers, as long as you'll only fuck me."

"Eww, who's the pervert now? That's way too young for me," Beau said disgustedly.

He was happy Bryan accepted him for what he was, though. He had known from when he was eight that he liked boys his age or a year younger. As he grew older, his age of attraction didn't increase much beyond the age of ten, a fact that had been really difficult to accept. He had wanted nothing more than to be normal, to be interested in girls but had finally come to terms with his sexuality when he had met Joey.

Now, he had Bryan and though he was older than Joey, he was actually shorter than his ex-boyfriend. Only by a few centimeters, but that was enough to be important to Beau. He dreaded for the moment when Bryan would finally enter puberty, he feared he'd no longer be able to find him physically attractive when he started sprouting hairs where no hairs ought to be. But, for the moment at least, he'd never be able to find a more attractive, no, downright sexy boy than Bryan.

"I do mean it though, I don't care if you think of fucking someone much younger than me. As long as you won't actually do it. I want you to only fuck me. Well that and other things, like kissing."

"Then get on with it already."

"Bryan, your hair is getting out of control. I can't stand it any longer. I've spoken to your personal officer and set up an appointment with the hairdresser for you. I should've done so months ago. The hairdresser will cut your hair so you'll look like a proper boy again. Don't try to argue with me, you're only twelve and I'm your mother, I'm still responsible for you, even if you happen to be in prison."

Bryan's blonde hair had grown quite long over the year he had been in prison. The only time some of it had been cut off was when Davey had trimmed his bangs and that had been almost six months ago. The rest had been allowed to grow freely. His bangs had started to annoy him again, the hair kept getting into his eyes. But, for his mum to set up an appointment with the hairdresser for him was much too hard to accept. He wasn't a five year-old who needed help with everything.

"Right, mum," he finally said.

He really wanted to argue with his mum but knew he wouldn't be able to get her to see things from his perspective. She'd never been to prison and she certainly had never been a boy. Besides, his hair had gotten more bothersome than ever before. It took ages to wash out the shampoo during showering, though that wasn't really a problem for Bryan. Beau always washed his hair, as well as everything else.

It was more annoying to Bryan that it took ages to dry. His hair would be damp when he'd fall asleep at night and when he woke in the morning he looked like some mini heavy metal groupie. His hair a downright mess that had to be brushed for the longest time to look at least somewhat decent. So he wasn't too upset at having to get a trim.

However as he sat on the barber's chair and told the barber what kind of haircut he wanted, the same as Cruz Beckham had, the man had just laughed at him.

"They only pay me for a burr cut, so that's what you'll get. If you wanted such a nice haircut you should have said so when you booked a time with me."

My mum booked the time for me!

Bryan didn't say that, didn't want to sound like an even younger kid, one who relied on his mum to do everything for him. He knew his hair would eventually grow back out if he didn't like the burr cut, whatever that was.

"Alright," he agreed though a little hesitantly.

The barber picked up the electric clippers that looked as if it had been designed for cutting sheep rather than humans. It was only ten minutes later Bryan slid off the chair. His head felt so cold all of a sudden, still he didn't know what he looked like. There had been no mirror in front of him like in the salon of the hairstylist who had up until his imprisonment cut his hair. The chair he had sat in then had been adjustable, unlike the old kitchen style chair he had just been sitting on. He shook his head violently to get some of the clippings to fall from his face.

He had met no one on his way back to the wing, only the prison guard who escorted him back and he hadn't commented on his new haircut.

"Fuuuuck!" he had said drawn out as he looked at himself in the mirror in his room.

I look like a six year-old now!

"You look so different now," had been all Beau had told him about his new haircut.

The older boy was elated whoever. It did, just like Bryan had thought, make him look even younger. More importantly however, he didn't look like a little girl anymore. He looked every bit a boy now.

Charley noticed it too when the two boys met at the services. He was shocked, but since Bryan no longer was his baby kitten, he wasn't cross with him. Charley had hoped for Bryan being moved to his wing at a later time, but knew he'd be relocated to another prison long before Bryan turned sixteen. Instead he proudly showed Bryan his grandfather's watch he was now wearing.

It had been appraised and while it could be sold for a rather substantial amount of money, the prison management had allowed him to wear it. He had had to sign a paper stating he could wear it but had to assume all liability and couldn't hold the prison responsible if it broke or was stolen.

He whispered to Bryan all through the service, even during the sermon, which had forced the priest to talk louder than usual. The news he had to tell was more important than listening to the priest go on about the love of God and whatnot. His aunt had been there to visit him! He didn't remember anything about her looking after him, but she resembled his mum enough for him to know she was whom she claimed to be. It had been his first visit by family ever since he had been detained and rather emotional for both.

"She's coming to visit me again on Thursday. It's a long drive, but she's doing it for me. For me!" Charley had whispered to Bryan, raising his voice at the end to really drive the point through. That had been too much for one of the other kids, who had hushed at the whispering boy. During the commotion that arose Bryan quickly blew out the candle sitting at the very end of the somewhat high backrest of the bench he sat on. While Charley was trying to hit the other kid but being held back by one of the guards, Bryan put the candle into the large pocket on the front of his jumper.

When he got back to his room, he found Beau playing GTA III as per usual.

"I got it!" the small boy said triumphantly and pulled out the candle for Beau to see.

The white candle had burnt about halfway down, but was still around 15 cm [6"] long.

"Fucking lovely Bryan. Now I just need to purchase some matches or a lighter from the kiosk and we're all set."

"Why did you want me to steal the candle anyway?"

"You'll see. Or feel anyway. Oh, it'll be great fun."

"I hate when you say that," Bryan said but sat next to Beau and kissed the older boy.

"It would only spoil the surprise. I bet you'll like it though."

"What if I could get a lighter today?"

"How?"

"I know some tricks too. Wait here."

Bryan left the room and came back five minutes later, holding a lighter in his hand.

"Where did you get it from?" Beau asked as he took the lighter from his little boyfriend.

"I got it from Steve. I only had to let him see my bum."

"Bryan! You little slut!"

"You're not the only one who likes little kids. Steve does too, I know he'd do anything to feel me up, but I only let him watch as I pulled down my shorts. He's probably wanking like mad now."

"Just be careful, I don't want him doing anything to you. You're my boyfriend, I'd hate if you got yourself hurt."

"Oh, he wouldn't touch me, he was scared shitless of what you might do to him if you found out about me mooning him."

"But, I don't know how to fight, Bryan. You know I don't."

"I do, but he doesn't. Just don't say anything to him about it."

"I hardly ever say anything to anyone but you and the guards."

"And there's no reason to change that."

"Right. I can't wait until yard time to try this with you. But, it might be best if you let me gag you. I don't want you making any loud sounds and you might do that, at least the first time."

"So it'll hurt," Bryan stated.

"It may. But only for a short time, I promise."

"Hmm. That's what you always say."

"Have I been wrong so far?"

"No. Alright then. Let's just do it now, whatever the heck it is anyway."

"Go clean your bum first, oh, and brush your teeth too."

"You're going to kiss me? While you're in charge?"

"I might. We'll have to see. Just hurry now, you've made me so fucking horny."

Bryan hadn't really needed to be gagged, but Beau did it anyway. Bryan had of course insisted on not using his clean underwear, so Beau had been forced to go fetch the McQueen boxer tights. The ones he now used to wipe his cock clean from spunk after wanking it. He put those along with the pair Bryan had been wearing into his little boyfriend's mouth. The rest of Bryan's underwear had just been washed, limiting the options to just those two pairs.

Beau had tied the little boy to his bed, having used the laces from both his sneakers, Bryan's dress shoes and the little boy's belt from his bathrobe. It had left Bryan laying on his back, his arms tied off to two of the bed's legs and his knees tied to the same legs. Bryan had to lay with his bum cheeks splayed wide open and knees almost touching his shoulders, not unlike when Beau had found another use for his precious pencils.

This time however, it wasn't pencils going inside his bum, it was only the teenager's six inch [15 cm] cock that ended up there. But that wasn't until after Beau had licked and kissed the little boy's bum hole for a full twenty minutes. When he finally inserted his cock, he asked Bryan to tighten his bum as much as he could. The small boy had done a really nice job of doing so, but he did so much better when Beau lit the candle and let the hot wax fall onto his little nut sack. Each time a drop of the wax hit the skin, Bryan's hole tried strangling his cock.

Beau was quite disappointed when he ran out of candle. There was only half a centimetre left of the candle when he blew it out after having burnt his fingers twice by the flame. The now mostly solid candle wax formed a warm, but rapidly cooling shield around Bryan's little nut sack. By then, Bryan had learnt how to strain his small boy hole tight around Beau's cock.

The older boy didn't go berserk while fucking Bryan to conclusion, instead he took his time enjoying the narrow and hot tunnel his cock moved in and out of. Only on the very last few strokes leading up to his orgasm, did he speed up and almost hungrily stabbed his cock deep inside his little boyfriend.

He ungagged and untied Bryan and kissed the small boy gently on his lips. He was feeling not just a tad bit adventurous when he stuck his tongue inside Bryan's little mouth, fully knowing what had been in it only moments before. In the end it didn't matter, he was kissing his boyfriend. That was all that mattered to him. His boyfriend, who let him do all these fucking lovely things to his small boy body.

When Bryan later carefully worked the now cool wax off his sack, he ended up holding a perfect casting mould in his hand. If he had had a bit of plaster he could have made a 100% copy of his nuts inside their sack. He didn't have any plaster, but decided to keep the wax mould as a souvenir. It ended up deep inside his cupboard with the other strange items the small boy had in his collection.

Chapter 52
Learning to swim

"Uh, Chad?"

Bryan had looked up from the page full of equations the young man had prepared for him. He couldn't concentrate, had far more important matters to worry about than how to solve quadratic equations.

"Yes?" Chad looked up from his own studies. These were rather more exciting looking to Bryan's eyes, but even those wouldn't have kept him from pondering about the far more important matters.

"This is a bit embarrassing, but I have a boyfriend now."

"Well, that's good for you Bryan."

Chad went back to his reading.

"I really do love him but he is kind of weird. At times, I mean, not all the time."

"How so?" Chad asked putting down his marker pen. He knew once Bryan got started talking, it would be darn near impossible to stop him until he had said everything he needed to.

"He's really nice to me, almost like he's my older brother or something, but, he likes to hurt me too."

"Hurt you? Bryan, if he's hurting you, he's not your boyfriend. Boy and girlfriends for that matter, don't hurt each other."

"Well, he doesn't slap me or beat me up or something like that. Well, sometimes he does, but argh, it's so difficult to explain. He said it was SN, I think he called it."

"SN? Oh, he probably meant SM."

"Yes, that's it. Sadomaso something."

"Okay. I know what that is. I'm not into something like that myself, but I know some people enjoy it. So he hurts you because it makes him feel good?"

"I think he does it more because he thinks I enjoy it."

"So do you?"

"Some of it. Actually most of it, even if it bloody hurts at times. Does that make me weird?"

"Other than the fact you're having sex at twelve, and seemingly rather rough sex too, no, I don't think it makes you weird."

"I've been having sex since I was nine years old. But I didn't really enjoy it until I ended up in here."

"Right. Well, I don't think it makes you any weirder or less weird than everyone else. We all do things that some might think offensive. Like you picking your nose right now. Could you please not do that? Especially you eating what you dig out is really repulsive to me."

"Sorry. It's a bad habit, I know."

"You can pick your nose all you want and eat all the stuff you dig out of your nostrils until it makes you ill, but do it when you're alone."

"Okay. So I'm not weird for liking being hurt? At least some?"

"I think not, just be really careful, your boyfriend could end up doing something to you that could really hurt you or even possibly kill you."

"Beau would never do that!"

"Not intentionally perhaps. But accidents happen, more often than not."

"Right."

"Was that it?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Okay, since we're talking anyway, I need to know if you have any swimwear."

"Not here. Wait, did you get permission to take me to a swimming pool?"

"Yes. Next week. Though it won't be the two of us alone, a guard will accompany us. Don't worry though, he'll be wearing plain clothes, not uniform."

"Shit! Sorry, shoot! I've never been to a swimming pool and now you'll take me? That's really freaking lovely!"

"Alright Bryan, calm down. It won't be for horsing around. I'm going to teach you how to swim. There won't be much, if any, time at all to play."

"I don't care. It's super cool!"

"We're going Monday morning. Instead of sitting here, we'll drive to the swimming pool and then it'll be hands on teaching. I mean, there won't be any theory, I'll teach you everything while we're both inside the water."

"I like the sound of that."

"So what size swimwear do you use?"

"I don't know. I'm wearing boxer tights really meant for a boy aged eight now. They fit. So maybe size eight?"

"Hmm, that sounds much too small to me. Okay, here's what I'll do, I'll get a size eight and a size ten, something that'll stretch if need be. You can just use whichever of them that'll fit. Your father is paying for them, so no worries."

Bryan didn't like that Chad apparently thought he was lying, so he got down from his chair and walked around the table to where the young man sat. He turned so his hind quarters faced the man and pulled his shorts down, then reached into the waistband of the tight boxer briefs and found the size tag.

"See for yourself! It says age eight right there."

"Bryan, for goodness sake pull your shorts back up, kid. What if someone walks in on us? They'd think I was molesting you!"

"Just look at the tag, then I'll pull them up."

"Alright, alright! There, I've seen it. You're right it is a size eight. Are you happy now?"

"Yes."

"Good, then cover up your bum again, I can bloody well see your crack and everything."

"That's okay, you can look all you want, but you can't touch. It's all Beau's."

"Bryan, I'm not interested in looking at your body. I don't fancy boys, or any child at all for that matter."

Chad said what he felt was appropriate, but he did have to adjust his dick somewhat.

That Monday, when Bryan left the prison to go somewhere else than to the police station or the court house, he was really excited. He wasn't handcuffed and it felt so nice to leave the prison behind if only for a few hours. The drive to the swimming pool was only 20 minutes long, but to Bryan it felt like he had travelled to another planet. Chad paid the entrance fees and the young man and boy went to the changing area. The guard chose to stay in the small café near the entrance as there was only one way in and one way out.

At least that was what he told Chad. He made Bryan understand that if he should even think of bolting, there'd be dire consequences and no more excursions away from the prison for him. The young boy readily told the guard he understood and promised he'd not try to run away.

Where would I go if I did run away? I don't have any money and we're miles away from home. The only way I know how to make money is letting men have their way with me but I don't even know where the nearest loo is. Besides it would break Beau's heart if I didn't return and tell him how everything went.

Bryan walked right next to Chad to the changing areas, he would've even held hands with him if he had thought Chad would allow it. They entered the somewhat large change room with two benches in the middle and lots of lockers that would hold clothes and towels while people were inside swimming or playing in the water.

The small boy could smell the chlorine more easily now. There had been a small scent of it outside the large building and it had gotten stronger at the entrance area. Now one step closer to the source it was even stronger. Chad located two vacant lockers next to each other and walked over to them. Bryan followed and quickly stepped out of his sneakers when they stopped in front of the bench. He immediately undid his shorts button and zipper and pulled them off along with his boxer briefs.

He had stopped wearing the white tight underwear his mum had brought for him, after he had gotten the package with the cartoon boxer tights. Though the tights were childish to Bryan, at least they weren't as childish as the slip style underwear. He slipped his polo shirt off next and then did away with his socks.

Chad wasn't anywhere nearly as quick to undress as the eager boy next to him. He had gotten his shoes and tee shirt off when Bryan stood naked as the day as he was born, impatiently awaiting the young man to finish up.

"Here, take this sponge and go shower, clean every bit of your body with the sponge, especially in the areas indicated on the poster in the shower room."

Bryan nodded and went off in the direction Chad had pointed out for him. He entered a communal shower area with about a dozen shower heads and looked at the poster Chad had said would be there. It was just a stick figure of a person with red rings marking the hair on top of the stick figure, both armpits, belly button and the private parts, though these parts weren't actually depicted on the poster. Lastly the feet of the stick figure was marked by the red circles.

If the stick figure wasn't enough explanation, there were written instructions next to it as well. It basically just said to wash your entire body with the sponge, not your own soap or shampoo and to pay extra attention to the areas marked by the red circles. Oh and that you couldn't wash properly if wearing a bathing suit. Which made perfect sense to Bryan. He was all alone in the showers and didn't feel particular shy about his body, not here where nobody except for Chad and the guard sitting in the café knew he really was twelve years old and not just the eight or nine like his body seemed to think.

Chad entered the showers when Bryan was busy washing his feet, he had brought the swimwear with him and the sponge for himself. The man didn't say a word, only started showering while casting a covert glimpse from time to time at Bryan's naked glinting body. The boy didn't have any tan lines at all, but he'd scarcely been out in the sun for the better part of a year. It was very different from Chad's body, not only because the young man was fully mature and quite hairy with a neatly trimmed pubic bush. He also had a very profound tan line, where the sun had been blocked from reaching his skin, letting everyone know that this man favoured speedo style swimwear.

When both had finished showering, Chad offered Bryan the two swimsuits he had picked out for the boy. Bryan put on the smaller one first and as predicted it fit him fine, the Lycra fabric easily stretching to make room for what little the boy had between his legs. He dashed back to his locker and put the larger swimsuit in it as per instructed by Chad. He re-joined the young man and dutifully washed the soles of his feet to make sure he had done exactly what the poster had told him to. Bryan was a very law-abiding young boy.

They went into the pool area and Bryan waited well away from the scary looking edge where ridged tiling gave way to the bluish water.

It looks so deep! It surely can't be just 80cm [31"] deep like it says on the floor. It must be 80 inches [2 m]. They got it wrong somehow.

Chad had been talking to one of the lifeguards, explaining that Bryan was there to learn how to swim. He asked if the pool had any equipment that might come handy in the training. The life guard pointed out a large cage that held flotation belts and boards. Chad only selected a swim board, didn't want Bryan to first learn how to swim with help then later have to learn how to swim unaided. He walked to where Bryan was standing, the little boy was shivering and kept shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

"Do you need to pee?" Chad asked.

"Uh? Oh, yes. I think I do."

Anything to get away from all that water. I'll pee for the next two hours if I must.

"Right, I promised the guard to keep an eye on you at all times, so let's go to the bathroom. I'll wait outside for you."

"Okay."

Bryan nearly ran to the safety of the shower room but slowed down when Chad told him to.

"You mustn't run in here. It's dangerous because the tiles are wet and slippery. If you fall, you'll get hurt. And it won't be a nice hurt, though you enjoy pain to some degree," the young man told him quietly as they walked on.

The little boy slipped into the cubicle and locked the door behind him, happy that he at least for the time being had a locked door between him and the seemingly endless amount of water. He did fish out his little penis and tried to pee, but only a little squirt came out. He stood idly and shook the little thing for minutes while waiting for time to pass. He jumped when Chad knocked on the door and told him to stop playing with himself, that it was time to learn how to swim.

How could he know I was doing that?

There were no cameras inside the small room, just the toilet and a sink, he found out when he quickly scanned the walls of the room and flushed the toilet. He tried to stall for longer while washing his hands but was once again interrupted by the impatient young man outside.

"Bryan, are you afraid of the water?" Chad asked as the small boy re-joined him.

Bryan nodded his head, afraid to look up at Chad.

"That's quite alright Bryan, nothing to be ashamed of. The pool can be frightening at times, particularly when there aren't many people in it. You can see all the way to the bottom of it, and it just looks like there is no bottom at all. When we get back out there, we'll go stand by the edge. I'll get in and you can see just how shallow it really is. I promise, you'll be able to stand with your head well above water once you get in too. First, let's quickly shower off again and then go grab the bull by its horns."

When Bryan once again stood close to the edge of the pool, but still more than a meter away from it, he watched how Chad sat down on the edge before pushing off to stand on his feet on the bottom of the large basin. The water was indeed shallower than 80 inches [2 m], it could only be the 80 cm [31"] marked on the floor.

"Bryan, walk closer to the edge. Don't be afraid, the water isn't going to jump up and pull you in. If you should fall, I'm right here to catch you."

Bryan took one step closer to the edge. He knew Chad had to be right, the water wasn't some kind of monster like the liquid terminator had been in the movie he'd seen without his parents' knowledge.

But what if he isn't right? What if there's a tsunami headed this way?

Bryan berated himself for thinking like that, he bloody well knew tsunamis only occurred on beaches, not in swimming pools. He had never heard of a tsunami hitting the shores of England before and even if they had, he wasn't within 100 kilometres of any shoreline right then.

But I am within one meter of this bloody pool. Why do I have to learn how to swim anyway? I'll never fucking have to use it. It's like the fucking quadratic equations. I'll just use a calculator or something to solve one if I ever have to.

"Bryan, step right up to the edge. Don't linger for any longer. You'll just make yourself even more afraid of the water."

Hah, I can't possibly be more afraid than I am now.

When Bryan didn't respond, Chad quickly got back out of the water and walked to the small boy. He grabbed both his small hands and walked backwards towards the edge, one little step at a time while constantly telling Bryan it was quite alright and there wasn't anything to be afraid of.

The life guard observed from a distance and gave a thumbs up signal to Chad. He was rather impressed of the young man's ability to work with the little boy who looked like he was eight or maybe a very small ten year-old. He thought it was a shame a boy of that age hadn't yet been introduced to the world of fun a pool could be.

When Chad couldn't take another step backwards without stepping out into the water, he let go of Bryan's hands.

"No! Don't leave me here!" Bryan shrieked.

"Calm down Bryan. I'm only going into the water, I'll hold your hands again after I've gotten in. Trust me."

Chad quickly got into the water and reached up for the panic-stricken boy. He guided him forward by gently tugging on his hands and Bryan moved his feet about three cm [1"] closer to the edge.

Bryan felt like wetting himself as a small wave of water gently lapped over his feet before it vanished into the drain he had stepped over about a minute earlier. He froze solid and didn't budge even when he felt Chad tug harder at his hands.

If the small wave had made him almost wet himself, the sudden realization of the large life guard squatting down next to him would've made him do something much worse if he hadn't went to the toilet to do just that only minutes before setting off on this adventure that had turned into a bloody living nightmare.

"Hi there, Bryan, at least that's what I head the young man here call you. Do you mind if I help you a little?"

Bryan glanced at the life guard, without turning his head. Ever so carefully he nodded just a little. Fully expecting the life guard to pick him up and take him as far away from the pool water as he could. The life guard did pick him up, but instead of moving him away from it, he moved him further out over the edge!

"Don't worry little guy, I have you, that's a boy. Straighten out your legs. No, you're bending your knees now. Relax your knees, let your feet down. That's it. Just dip your toes into the water. It's nice and warm isn't it? Let's just wait here for a bit while you get used to the sensation. It isn't much different from the tub at home is it?"

Bryan wanted to scream out that there wasn't a fucking bathtub in the prison, and that he had no recollection whatsoever of how it had felt to dip his toes into the bathtub at his parents' house. But he found himself nodding again. The life guard did have a strong grip on his body, his hands inside his armpits and Chad was still holding onto his hands. Still it felt extremely intimidating to be held out over a pool that had to have millions of litres of chlorinated water in it.

"Right then, let's lower you just a little bit further into the water. Only up to your knees, I won't let go of you, no matter what."

The life guard slowly did that and stopped exactly where he had told Bryan he would. Bryan had held onto Chad's hands, but now moved his hands further up Chad's arms, gripping as tightly around his lower arms just below the elbows as he could.

"You have him?" Bryan heard the life guard ask Chad.

"Yes, thank you so much for your help, Sir."

"You're welcome. I've done this a lot of times before. Always with the same result. In about an hour he'll be frolicking through the water. You won't be able to drag him out of the pool again."

That's never going to happen to me!

"Bryan, I'm going to let go of you now, so your friend can guide you even further into the water. Don't worry you only have about half a meter [20"] to go before you'll stand on the bottom. Enjoy kid."

Bryan increased his grip on Chad's arms as he felt the life guard relax and move his hands out from his armpits.

"Are you ready to get your bottom wet?" Chad asked quietly.

Bryan didn't respond but Chad gently lowered him anyway. It felt sort of nice when his private bits reached the water line, but he still hadn't reached the bottom and wondered if he was ever going to reach it or he'd keep sinking into the water until it would fill his lungs and drown him.

"Not much further to go now Bryan, I think your belly button will go under too, but that's probably as far in you'll go. Keep your legs straight and stretch out your feet, see if you can feel the bottom now."

Bryan did as Chad told him, but didn't have to stretch his feet, as soon as he stretched his legs his feet touched the solid bottom and he was able to stand up on his own. It comforted him, but not to the point where he'd let go of Chad. That took a little more time and then Chad asked him to bend his knees and lower himself down to where his chin would hit the water. Bryan managed to do so, but it was only for a second before he shot himself upwards again. He was surprised that the manoeuvre caused him to lose the safe connection with the bottom.

He didn't have time to really panic before first his toes then the soles of his feet once again hit the bottom. The feeling of being nearly weightless for those few seconds he had been, well if not airborne, then waterborne, had been exciting to the point where he wanted to feel it again. Still holding onto Chad he squatted down but made sure the water level never got higher than his chin and launched himself upwards again more powerfully than before. He couldn't help but giggle at the sensation in his stomach.

"You're doing fine," Chad told him happily.

"'S fun."

"Right. Remember what I said about this not going to be just fun and all? Here's the first more tricky part. You have to get your head fully into the water before you push yourself back up. We'll take it step by step so it'll be more fun than scary, okay?"

"Okay."

"Good, lower yourself slowly so the water gets up to your lips. Then shoot back up like you've done so far."

Bryan nodded and began the slow descent. It was harder for him to let the water move up over his nose and he didn't much like getting his ears full of water. But it was fun to slowly blow air out of his nose while lowering it into the water with his eyes tightly shut. The bubbles it generated both sounded and felt funny.

When Bryan no longer feared having his head under water for a few seconds, Chad switched to teaching the small boy how to exit the pool and enter it safely. He didn't have to help for long before Bryan built up the confidence to first sit down on his bum and let his legs into the pool before pushing off into the shallow end. They spent about ten minutes doing this, before taking the next step.

"Okay, I think you know how to get in and out of the pool now, Bryan. Before we get started on actual swimming strokes and such, there is one vital thing you must learn. You need to be able to float on the water, without doing anything but relaxing your body fully. I'll help you get started, but you need to be able to do it on your own before we go any further. It'll probably be the last thing we can do today, but next Monday we'll get right back to it."

"Aw, we have to finish so soon? We only just got here."

"We've actually been here for almost 90 minutes. And our passes are only good for another 30 minutes. So yes, practicing how to float will be the last thing you'll be doing today."

"Okay. How do I do that?"

"You'll have to push out of the water much like you've done so far but this time you'll end up on your back with only a small part of your body out of the water. Your nose and eyes will above water so you'll be able to see and breathe just fine. But you need to relax your body 100%, if you don't you won't be floating for long. I'll help you by supporting you under your bum and shoulders and I'll lift you back up if you don't get it right from the very start."

It didn't take nearly as long for Bryan to learn how to float on his own as Chad would've liked. Though he couldn't really feel much of the small boy's bum as he gently cupped it in his hand, the heat radiating from it was enough to make him remember some of the things he had done as a young lad himself. He had a hard time getting his dick to behave as they showered together after the swimming lesson had ended. Even the coldest water setting wasn't enough to keep his dick completely flaccid.

Chapter 53
The contract

"It was so fun Beau! Well, it was after I wasn't afraid of the water anymore. I wish you had been there."

"I'm really glad you had fun. I had to talk to my solicitor today. He told me that the judge wouldn't agree to the prosecutor's attempts to make each time I had sex with Joey count as individual indictments. I've been offered a plea bargain of four years, of which two will be on licence. The time I've already been here will be subtracted from the time I have to remain in prison."

"So in about a year and a half you'll be out?"

"If I accept, yes."

"Do it! You have to say yes to that. If you don't you could end up having to be in here for as long as me."

"I'd stay here for the rest of my life, if it meant I'd get to keep you as my boyfriend."

"Beau! Oh man, I don't know what to say."

"I mean it."

"So do I. You have to say yes to the deal. We can still be boyfriends even if I'm in here and you're out there. I'll get out when I'm 18. That's less than 4 and a half years from when you get released."

Beau sighed sadly.

"Bryan, you don't understand. I like boys. Boys like you are now. Not young men like the one you'll be when you're 18," he said with tears running down his cheeks.

Bryan sighed too. Love really was a complicated matter. It could make you feel like you were flying and it could make you feel like you just wanted to die.

"Well, at least we can be together for the next 18 months or so. I doubt puberty will sneak up on me any time soon, it seems like I'm doomed or something. I'm like Peter Pan, the boy who never grows up to be a man. Only I don't want to be a boy forever like him."

"Nobody stays a boy forever. You'll eventually start growing too, Bryan. Everyone does. Just don't start until 18 months from now, please."

"I'm not in a hurry to grow up if it pushes you away from me. I love you, I don't think I'd want to live without you near me."

"That's why I don't want to accept the bargain. If I do, you will have to live without me. And I without you."

"Even if you don't accept it, we wouldn't be able to be together all the time in here, you know? When you turn 16 they'll move you into another wing. And that would mean we'd only ever be able to see each other on Sundays in the church. That would be at least five months we'd only be able to hold hands for 30 minutes every week. And who's to say I'd be moved to the same wing as you? No, you better accept that deal or I'll kick your arse. And bloody well don't ask me what army I'll bring. I'll kick it even without an army."

"Don't get all worked up, Bryan. I know you aren't able to kick anyone's arse. But I'll accept the plea bargain then. Only because you'd be mad at me if I didn't."

"You're damn right I'd be mad. I'm just really tired of this God awful place and all its rules. I finally find the boy of my dreams and now the system will only allow me to spend a measly 18 months more with him. I should do like Andy in Shawshank Redemption and bust myself out of here. Only, I don't have a stone hammer and we're not allowed to hang posters on the outside wall. Crap!"

"Let's just do what we've done so far. Live one day at a time and enjoy it while it lasts. My mum once told me that nothing last forever, so maybe we're only destined to be together for another year and a half. Let's do what we can to make it the best time of our lives, with lots of love and mind-blowing lovely sex."

"I know what you mean by mind-blowing sex, but it'll fucking hurt me a lot."

"And you love it when it hurts. I know you do, your cock always gets super hard when I do new stuff to you."

"I don't like pain, not if it's pain alone. Like, if you'd smack my bottom for being naughty or something, it wouldn't turn me on. I think it's knowing that you get so excited from it that turns me on. Oh, and knowing that you'll always give me the tickles afterwards. It's like a reward or something."

"I'll always make you cum even if you don't have any sperm yet. I know it feels fantastic. But you gave me an idea when you said it was like a reward. Maybe from now on, I should only make you cum if I think you've deserved it."

"That doesn't sound fair to me, not at all."

"You'd only have to do whatever you could to please me. Well, you know, when it's my turn to be the boss. If I think you did, then I'd do my very best to get you off so you'd feel like you'd died and gone to Heaven."

"Maybe you should just be the boss always?"

"You'd want that? Really?"

"Hah, no! I'd never get to kiss you anymore if you were."

"Oh, I wouldn't know about that. I kind of like it now. But, of course, if I was the boss, you'd have to earn your kisses."

"Earn them? How?"

"I don't know. Maybe let me smack your arse really hard ten times for every ten minutes of kissing. I mean, with tongue and all."

"How about five smacks for ten minutes? I'd probably go for that."

"Hmm. But then you can't make a sound while I do it. If you made a sound I'd have to gag you and smack you really, really hard ten times. And no kissing afterwards."

"I have to consider that first. But, you might convince me if you'll show me just how you'd kiss me for ten minutes after you had smacked me and I hadn't cried out."

"Alright, only, would you mind brushing your teeth first? I'm not all that much into the whole sucking face thing yet."

Bryan brushed his teeth happily so Beau would have a fresh mouth to kiss. The actual kissing part lasted longer than only ten minutes, much longer, leaving both boys out of breathe when they finally stopped again.

It only made Bryan's decision so much harder. The kiss had been everything he had dared dream of, but becoming Beau's full time slave wasn't exactly part of his dreams.

The next Monday Bryan went back to the swimming pool. He hadn't yet agreed to nor had he denied Beau's offer. After the initial shower he had no problems walking to the edge of the pool, sit down carefully and let his legs into the warm water. He didn't wait for Chad to get in, he just pushed off and stood on the bottom waiting. He jumped backwards and started floating all by himself. He tested what Chad had told him about going to sink if he didn't fully relax his muscles and found it to be true.

Chad joined the little boy inside the pool this time bringing the swim board with him. He showed Bryan how to hold it in his hands, close to his chest so it would help him stay afloat while he learned how to kick with his legs to move forward without touching the bottom at all. The crawl was simple to get right, all Bryan had to do was move his legs up and down while keeping his feet straightened out. The frog like movement needed for breaststroke was a little trickier to master. Especially since it had to be coordinated just right.

But it wasn't long until Bryan had the rudimentary knowledge needed to start swimming using both arms and legs. Chad was only happy to first demonstrate and later teach Bryan how to move his hands. Crawl was again the simplest of them all, but also rather fatiguing. Chad held the boy horizontal in the water, keeping his hands flat against Bryan's chest and lower belly. Quite often the young man's hand would slip from belly to crotch, when Bryan really put an effort into moving forwards by the use of his arms only.

The young man moved away after telling Bryan to keep kicking his feet in time with the strokes of his arms. He had reminded Bryan that he could at any time stop swimming and turn onto his back to float and relax until he'd get enough strength back to continue. The boy swam right next to the edge of the pool with Chad swimming/walking on the other side of him. The only thing Bryan never really got right was keeping his head inside the water and only move it sideways up of the water when he had to breathe in. They stayed in the shallow end of the pool for all of that day, ending it with a couple of minutes splashing each other.

Chad introduced Bryan to something new that day after a short shower. He brought him into the sauna, explaining that the humid heat would help relax the muscles after the workout they had just been through. It was quite nice at first, but soon Bryan was literally gasping for air and he was only too happy when they finally went to take their last shower of the day.

Back at the prison Bryan met up with Beau again. He hated when they had to spend time apart, more so now, when he knew their time together was running out. There was still plenty of time remaining, but Bryan wanted to make every single second count. Beau, even if he loved Bryan just as much as the small boy loved him, got a bit miffed by Bryan's ever increasing demands of being as close to him as possible. It really interfered with the few other things the older boy could do. Like playing games on the PS2. Which he had been doing while Bryan went swimming.

The teacher had been sick that day and thus there had been no schooling. That didn't really make any difference for Beau, he was well ahead of the other kids and the teacher only taught stuff he already knew. Mr. Knowles had said he wanted everybody to understand what he taught so he was only teaching what Beau had already learnt in primary school.

Bryan had returned to his room with his towel and swimwear in a plastic shopping bag. He had quickly hung the two items to dry, making the small room smell from chlorine. After that he had parked his little bum on Beau's lap, never minding the fact that Beau was in the middle of a game. It took all of the older boy's patience not to lash out at his boyfriend. He didn't want to start the argument he knew would follow if he said anything about Bryan interrupting his game. He just sighed and paused it before putting the controller away.

The small boy hugged Beau like he hadn't seen him for years and Beau returned the hug a little less eagerly. The short hair on top of Bryan's head also smelled from chlorine making Beau remember the times when he had gone swimming himself. It had mostly been when he had learned how to swim in school, his mum didn't earn much money and the cigarettes and hash she smoked on a regularly basis took away a lot of the household money that could otherwise have been spent on admission fees to the public pool.

Still Beau didn't complain, he had had a better life than many of the kids living in the Kingsley part of Northampton where he had been born and raised by his single mum. He had a saxophone, that's more than most he knew could boast of. While some of the more envious kids had claimed the sax had really been stolen and purchased at the local pub in a less than legal sale, he had shut them up by showing them the receipt. Momentarily at least, until a rumour started about his mum being a lady of the night. How else would she have been able to pay so much money for a stupid music instrument?

Beau didn't try to defend his mum, he knew Andy had given at least half, maybe most of the money to his mum to pay for his beloved sax. He didn't tell anyone this, it would surely only have started another rumour of Andy only trying to get into his pants by buying him expensive things.

Beau kissed Bryan on his forehead, where there had not so long ago been long bangs, but was now quite free from hair. The burr cut had made him look all boy, much to the teen's delight.

Bryan smiled at him and started telling him about how he could now swim all by himself without any kind of assistance. The following Monday he would learn how to do the backstroke and maybe even the butterfly though Bryan wasn't sure he had the strength needed to make his body act like a dolphin in the water. Beau had some news of his own, a call from his solicitor had confirmed the prosecutor accepting the plea bargain. Now all he had to do was await the court trial, which he didn't look forward to.

The solicitor had warned him that parts of the police interview of Joey would be played in court. At least his ex-boyfriend didn't have to appear in person to testify. His guilty plea had made that unnecessary. Still he wondered what it would be like to see the little boy on TV explaining what Beau had done to him. He only knew it would be anything but fun.

"Hey, Bryan. Let's go to the kiosk today and buy some sweets. My treat. I got about 14 quid in my account and it's no good just sitting there doing nothing anyway."

"You didn't spend all your money last week? Wow, that's something new."

"I know, but the chocolate bar I wanted to buy was sold out and I couldn't think of what else to get instead so the lady told me to split before I could ask for something else."

"Yeah, you have got to know exactly what to buy before you walk up to the window. She's not a very friendly person."

"Okay, since I'm treating you to sweets, could you buy some ear plugs? I saw them sitting near the register last time."

"Ear plugs? Do you have trouble sleeping?"

"No, not really. But I want to try something."

"Does that something include me?"

"Very much so."

"Fine, I doubt a pair of ear plugs can be expensive at all."

"Lovely. I still can't believe my luck."

"Luck? Oh, you mean the deal from the prosecutor."

"No silly. I mean having you as my boyfriend and you letting me do all these things to you."

"Some of them are fun. No, that's not the right word, exciting in a way."

"Just like they should be. Have you thought of what we talked about last Monday?"

"About letting you be the boss all the time?"

"Yes."

"I have."

"And?"

"After careful consideration, I have to say…"

Beau giggled at the very adult-like manner Bryan said the words. It made it sound like he was about to sign a multimillion deal for a company or something.

"Don't laugh at me."

"Sorry, Bryan, it was just how you said it that was funny."

"Well, I did think about it a lot."

"So?"

"Yes. You can be the boss. Only, don't go completely bonkers with what you do to me. You still can't do anything that will leave scars or anything like that on me. And no visible bruises. I still have to be able to hide them from the other kids. Oh, and you're only the boss when we have sex, I'm not going to be your personal slave you can just boss around all of the time."

"Oh, Bryan. I'd never do anything that would scar your body. It's much too pretty for me to do something like that. There are only two things I want you to do for me every day. Regardless of whether we have sex or not. From now on, every morning after breakfast, you'll clean your bottom. It has to be ready for sex on a whim's notice, I don't want to have to wait for half an hour before we can get started. And second, you'll brush your teeth after every meal, including lunch. So I can kiss your mouth knowing it's nice and clean too."

"Okay, I can do that. From now on, I'll do whatever I can to please you. That's the only purpose I have in life when we're having sex."

"And I'll make sure you'll never regret that decision."

"Should we write it down like a proper contract?"

"I trust you, Bryan. You're my boyfriend."

"I trust you too, but I'd like to have something I can hold in my hand and remember this day by."

"Alright, you're better with words than I am, so you write the contract and then we can both sign it."

"I'll do that tonight. Right now I feel like kissing you for the rest of the day."

"Well, you can't. I'm your boss now."

"Not before we sign the contract, you're not. Until then, just please do what I want, afterwards and for as long as you wish, you can do whatever you want to me."

"You know exactly what to say to make me fucking horny. I can't wait until you sign that contract. Oh, you better make two copies of it. One for you and one for me."

"You said you trust me."

"And I do. It's just in case."

"In case of what?"

"If you don't want me to do something. Then I can show you the contract you signed that states you'll do anything I wish."

"I'd never do that!"

"Maybe not, but just do it, okay? I want to look at it years from now and remember the time I met this little cute boy who let me do everything to him."

"But you can't do everything to me."

"No, but everything that won't permanently mark your body, then."

"Okay. Even if it means I'll have to write it twice then."

"Just have a guard make a photocopy of it."

"Right. I shouldn't have agreed to you being the boss. You've gone completely mad. Bonkers I dare say!"

Still Bryan kissed Beau again and again throughout the rest of the day. After they had visited the kiosk, returning with sweets and sodas and a small box of ear plugs, they kissed again. This time Beau stuck his hand into Bryan's shorts and played with the small boy's stiffy. It wasn't long after that Bryan pushed his shorts and boxer briefs down, allowing Beau to properly wank the small erection.

It was a boy with very sore lips and a sore willy, who sat at his desk carefully writing the contract to be signed the following day. He had just gotten his night meds, but he hadn't swallowed the sleeping pill. It was sitting on his sink, awaiting the completion of the contract.

Bryan had first spent time figuring out what should be in the contract, then written it in his notebook, discarded crumbled up sheets of paper from it lay all over his desk. It had taken him several attempts to make it sound just right.

He had then taken a blank sheet of office paper, he had a stack of it generously given to him by Mr. Niels, Papa Smurf, when the old guard had discovered the small boy liked to draw. Upon this piece of white paper, he carefully put the words he had spent so long to make up. He spent hours drawing each letter in a fine calligraphic script, cursing himself for being a lefty in a part of the world where people write from left to right. He had to hold the pen in an unusual angle so he wouldn't disturb the ink before it dried.

He worked tirelessly and only allowed himself very short breaks to work out the writer's cramp in his left hand before carrying on. It wasn't until a quarter to one in the morning that he finally lay down the pen and looked at the paper. It was now a very formally sounding contract, one that pretty much allowed free reign of his body to the person he loved more than even his parents. The exact wording of it was:

I, Bryan Willowsby, hereby most solemnly grant Beau Allen every right to do as he wishes to my body and mind from this day and every day onwards for as long as he should want.

If I, Bryan, should displease Beau in any way, it is his right to punish me however he sees fit. I cannot object to any such punishment but only try to do better in the future.

I agree to keep this contract and the relationship to Beau a secret at all times.

Signed by: ……………………

 

I, Beau Allen, hereby swear that I shall never do anything to Bryan Willowsby that will:

1. threaten his life
2. leave permanent marks
3. leave any marks that cannot be covered by long trousers or long sleeved shirts.

I, Beau, will also at the end of any and all sessions smack Bryan's bottom as hard as I please with any means of my choice. If Bryan behaves to my satisfaction during the smacking, I will kiss Bryan passionately for a period of no less than 10 (ten) minutes at a ratio of 2 (two) minutes per 1 (one) smack.

I agree to keep this contract and the relationship to Bryan a secret at all times.

Signed by: ……………………

Bryan read the contract twice and found no errors. He went to the sink and swallowed his sleeping pill with a bit of water before peeing into the sink. He didn't have to wait for the pill start working, he was fast asleep mere minutes after his head hit the pillow.

The next morning, he waited for the rush hour traffic to die down, before heading for the guards' office. He had noticed Mr. Niels was on duty, which was fortunate, as he was the only one he trusted enough to ask to take a photocopy of something without looking at what it was. The old guard let him watch as he put the single piece of paper face down in the copier and thirty seconds later Bryan went back to his room, carrying two copies of his carefully written contract.

He'd chosen to have it photocopied rather than making the second one by hand as the first one had taken much longer to craft than he had first anticipated. But he was well pleased with how it turned out to be and only hoped Beau would agree to the wording of it. He had gone a little further than they had agreed to verbally the day before.

Bryan hadn't needed to worry so much, Beau signed his contract after reading it only once. Then the small boy signed his as well. They traded contracts and signed the last one at the same time.

"I guess this means I'm now officially yours."

"I think it does. I can't say how fucking happy this makes me, Bryan. So, like I told you yesterday, you need to go clean your arse and then brush your teeth. From now on, both your holes should be clean at all times. Just in case I should want to use one of them."

"Okay, boss."

"Aw, Bryan. Don't call me that, I'm only Beau."

"You'll never be only Beau to me. But alright, I won't call you boss."

"Thanks, now get, before I start thinking you're just stalling for time."

"I'm going, I just need the bottle. See? I'm gone now."

Beau powered on the TV and the PS2. He needed something to keep his mind occupied while his little boyfriend was out cleaning his arse hole so he could fuck him if he wanted to. The thought of Bryan was doing just that, made the older boy so horny that he had to wank his cock. He just couldn't wait the half hour it would take for Bryan to return. GTA would simply have to wait for another five minutes.

Bryan returned to his room, his bum all clean. He put the bottle back in its place then brushed his teeth. He turned to look at Beau wondering what the older boy wanted him to do now.

"Take all your clothes off, then bring me your belts and two boxers. Oh, from now on, you'll wear your boxers for a week before you change into a clean pair. And before you put them on, I'll spunk on your little dick and balls. Since you can't spunk yourself you'll just wear mine."

Bryan wrinkled his nose at this, he didn't mind eating sperm, especially not Beau's, nor did he mind it going deep into his bum, but having it shot onto his willy and nuts and then leave it there to dry? That was going to be utterly disgusting. What if the guards saw it and asked what it was? That would be so humiliating. They would know for sure it couldn't be his own sperm. One look at his bits and you'd know he couldn't possibly be producing sperm yet.

Still he very well knew he couldn't object to it, he knew the contract he had only just signed by heart, heck he was the one who had so carefully thought of every word in it. If Beau wanted to cover him in sperm he could, as long as it couldn't be seen by any of the other kids.

But what about Chad? He'll be able to see it, hell, probably even smell it too. No, wait, Beau said he'd only sperm on my willy and nuts when I put on fresh boxers. I'll just change into them on Sundays, then all traces of sperm should be gone by Monday morning.

Bryan had undressed and brought the requested items over to Beau. He wasn't at all surprised when he ended up with his mouth full of underwear, hogtied on the bed. His eyes were covered by the soft belt from his bathrobe and inside his ears were the newly purchased ear plugs. He had been placed on his tummy and Beau used his bum as a pillow while he played GTA, or whatever it was. Bryan couldn't hear or see anything, but kept calm as he knew Beau was right there.

The small boy had lost all sense of time when Beau finally untied him. The older boy removed one of the ear plugs and told him to take the other one out himself as well as the boxers and the blindfold.

"Put your clothes on, lunch is about ready. We'll resume right after."

Bryan wisely put on a pair of knee length socks and a long sleeved polo shirt, his wrists and ankles bore the signs of having been tied up for more than two hours. The indentions weren't permanent but he knew it would take more than just a few minutes for his skin to smoothen out the wrinkles. No one noticed the marks and upon returning to his room, Bryan got undressed before brushing his teeth again.

Beau hadn't told Bryan to get undressed before brushing his teeth, but the older boy certainly didn't mind watching the naked boy standing in front of the sink. When Bryan had finished he told him to lay on his lap, that it was time for his smacks.

"It isn't yard time, so I'll turn up the sound on the TV. You can't yell though and don't kick when I smack you."

Five powerful smacks landed in quick succession right on the middle of his buttocks. The intensity was enough to bring tears to Bryan's eyes, but he managed to not cry out and only move his lower legs a bit on the fifth and most powerful of the smacks. Beau caressed Bryan's smarting bottom and asked if he wanted to kiss for more than ten minutes.

"No, I think ten minutes will be quite long enough."

"Hmm? Oh well, I want to kiss you for twenty minutes though, so it's five more smacks for you. You can do it, you took the first five like a pro. Do as well with the next five and I'll bloody lick your tonsils for twenty minutes straight. No kisses and ten more really hard ones if you fail."

He didn't wait for Bryan to answer, just smacked him five more times, harder than before. He tried to gauge the small boy's limit, even though he thought the five last smacks had been really hard, Bryan hadn't made any loud sounds. He decided enough was enough and would try to get closer to the limit another time. He wanted to know exactly how much the small boy could take so he could stay well inside his comfort zone from then on.

Beau had Bryan blow his nose before they started kissing and with no other delay than having the boy sit on his lap they made out for the next twenty minutes. They started off almost cautiously, then the kissing became gradually more intense as both boy's started getting more randy.

Bryan had nearly forgotten all about his sore buttocks when Beau broke off the kissing. Beau had been wanking Bryan's little penis throughout the kissing, adding to the smaller boy's level of horniness. He'd been close to getting his tickles a couple of times and Beau had played the little boy as if he had been an instrument, never allowing him to go over that last peak.

So Bryan was hot and bothered when Beau picked him up and laid him on his back on the bed. The older boy kissed him one last time on the mouth, then moved to kiss the other entry between his bum cheeks. He attacked it aggressively, wanted it to open to allow his tongue to move further inside so he could get it nice and wet and get the anal juices of the little boy flowing. The little boy writhed underneath him, held on tight to his own legs keeping them well back for Beau to have easy access to his little hole. For that was what Bryan thought of his bum hole now, it belonged to Beau, like the rest of his body.

The little stiffy on Bryan's body, that now belonged to Beau, was desperate for attention but it was ignored by both boys. It wasn't part of Beau's immediate plans and Bryan dared not letting go of his leg to wank it. It jerked as Beau's tongue pushed further into the tight hole, like it was sending out signals for someone, anyone to please touch it just a little bit more so the pent up steam could be let out. It was all for naught, still it refused to go back to sleep, the party going on next door was much too intense for that.

Beau quickly fished out his cock through the fly of his long shorts, he hadn't undressed at all for this session, and quickly wet the head of it with his own spittle. It was hard as ever and fit nicely into Bryan's small bum when he slowly but powerfully stuck it inside the little hole.

Bryan kept his bum hole as tight as he could, knowing now that Beau desired it that way, even if it meant hurting Bryan. The strength of his anus was no match to the bigger and stronger boy forcing his cock into it. Bryan couldn't stop a little yelp from escaping his mouth, but the sounds from the TV masked it from being heard outside his room. He gasped as Beau fucked him with short and powerful strokes making the bed frame rattle underneath them. Beau moaned loudly into Bryan's ear as he unloaded his sperm into the little boy.

Bryan's little stiffy had all but given up and had started drooping somewhat when Beau had pushed his cock so forcibly into the little hole sitting underneath it. It raised its head back up during the last minute of the powerful fuck.

The older boy pulled his still stiff cock from Bryan's hole with a small pop and did something Bryan had never thought anyone would do. Certainly not Beau. He lapped at his small hole and kept doing it until Bryan relaxed it again. The small boy couldn't ignore his stiffy any longer, had to wank it, the sheer perversion of having Beau sticking his tongue into his bum hole when it most certainly couldn't be clean any longer made Bryan so horny he just had to get his tickles right then and there. He was very briefly enraged at the older boy when he felt a large hand grab hold of his smaller one and force it off his stiffy.

His anger didn't last long however as Beau moved his mouth off his bum hole and sucked in his little boner instead. He lost the grip on his leg and both of them fell to rest over the shoulders of Beau. He squealed higher than any sound from the TV could have drowned out as he finally got the tickles he had been denied for so long.

Later, when Bryan had gotten dressed again, he snuggled up against Beau as they watched children shows on CBBC. Both boys were sexually satisfied to the point where they felt completely drained.

Even later still, when Bryan was feeling the effects of his sleeping pill and was about to fall asleep, Beau was busily wanking his cock while recalling every little detail of the lovely sex he'd had that day with his little amazing boyfriend. His wank only got better when he realised he'd be able to do it again the next day and the next if he wanted to.

Chapter 54
Apples, bananas and oranges

The sex between the boys increased somewhat after Bryan had so willingly given his body to Beau. The older boy, well into puberty was perpetually horny, had wanked three times a day before Bryan had crafted the contract. The increase in sex with his boyfriend didn't stop Beau from wanking though he went from three times a day to two. He couldn't spend all his time with the little cutie and an 11 hours long stretch without orgasming would've been pure torture for the teen. Even if he had to spend about 8 of them sleeping.

Beau would wank just before going to sleep and when he woke in the mornings. If it was a day with schooling, he'd sit in the common room, dividing his attention between the teacher and his thoughts of Bryan. He spent about 90% of the time wondering what Bryan was doing right then, if he was thinking of him and if he was just as randy as himself. His cock inflated as he imagined himself doing a lot of things to Bryan, even some really wicked ones that he knew he'd never actually do. They made him extremely horny however.

The younger of the two boyfriends was sitting in one of the visit rooms with his own problems. He was preparing for the maths exams. While he had never really had to study hard for exams or tests before, he felt more than a wee bit in over his head now. The tuition by Chad had certainly been a massive help and while Bryan was more than happy for it, it just wasn't the same as going to school full time. Meeting Beau had helped Bryan in many ways, socially at least, though not so much when it came to keeping up with his studying.

While Beau was picturing himself spunking all over Bryan's little cock, Bryan was sweating over the mock exam Chad had made for him.

I'll never get this right. If 2 apples equals 10 and 1 apple and 1 banana equals 7 and 2 oranges and 3 bananas equals 14, what is 1 apple and 1 banana and 1 orange? 3 tasty fruits? Shit! I've done this before, and fuck knows how I did it. This is like year 1 stuff. The real exam surely can't have something like this in it?

Bryan put the pen down. There was still 10 minutes left of the 90 Chad had given him to finish his mock maths exam. He quickly scanned the questions again, pausing briefly at the ones he hadn't answered. He sighed at his bloody poor effort. He wasn't going to score an A for this, that much was evident as it would require him to get at least 46 out of the 60 questions right. And he'd only been able to answer 38 of them. He was rather convinced those 38 were the correct answers, but it was still 8 less than needed to get his usual grade.

It's a B. It can't be less than that. Crap, I don't even know the score for when a B would turn into a C. Please, it HAS to be a B. I've never gotten a C in my life.

He sighed loudly as he pushed the papers over to Chad.

The small 12 year-old sat in a frightened silence as the university student scored his test. The young man even used a red pen to mark off the questions Bryan hadn't provided the answers to. Bryan nearly gasped as he saw him put a / next to one of the questions he had answered. The red slash looked like a wound in Bryan's eyes. It only needed a bit of blood to make it seem more real. When yet another red slash appeared next to one of his answers, Bryan closed his eyes.

A couple of minutes later, Chad cleared his throat. Bryan opened his eyes and looked at the young man.

"Well, Bryan. You passed, but only just. One more incorrect answer and you would've failed."

"What?"

Failed? What the hell is he talking about? I NEVER fail! Not maths anyway.

"You got thirty correct answers out of sixty possible. That's exactly fifty percent. It means a C."

"A C?!"

"Only just, if you'd gotten one more incorrect answer, you would've gotten a D."

"You've got to be kidding."

"Not at all. I need to look into the questions you've been unable to answer and those you got wrong. I should be able to work out what you need to study more to improve your score. There's still plenty of time before we need to worry about the GCSEs, so with a bit of effort you'll be able to pass them without problems."

"But I need to ace them! No, simply passing them will never do. My dad would kill me."

"Your dad is a really good guy Bryan. He cares for you a great deal."

"Maybe, but he only cares as long as I make straight As. He'd most likely cane me if I failed one of my GCSEs. I'd probably be lucky if he only did that."

"I really doubt he'd do such a thing. That's against the law, Bryan."

"Hmpf, you don't know my dad like I do. Even so, I ought to have done better. Maths is my favourite subject."

"As I said, there's still plenty of time, you're only 12, GCSE can wait until you're 15 or 16, that's when kids normally take them."

"But I've always been ahead of other kids, way ahead. I should've easily scored an A on that stupid exam you gave me."

"Relax, Bryan. Don't let it get to you. It's only one low grade, with a little more studying you'll be right up where you used to be. I'll go home and find out exactly what it is you need to concentrate on and everything will be right. Now, Monday is when we'll go swimming again, so I'll have it ready for you by Wednesday. Until then, don't worry about it."

"Don't worry about it," Bryan muttered scornfully as he was escorted back to the wing.

That's easy for him to say. It's not his future that depends solely on getting good grades.

He thanked the guard as he was let into the wing. He walked angrily towards his room. Along the way he passed the potted plant that stood in the corridor. He'd never really paid it much attention before, but as he walked by he noticed the plant was held upright by a 1 meter [40"] long thin bamboo stick.

"I'll be damned," he whispered to himself and had a quick look around.

There were nobody in the corridor but him, so he quickly grabbed hold of the bamboo stick and pulled it out of the soil in the pot. The plant didn't slump excessively without support, Bryan noticed almost ruefully. If it had, he would've been forced to put the bamboo stick back, but now he really didn't have any excuses not to put his plan into motion.

I need motivation to improve my studying. If my dad won't cane me, then Beau will have to. I only hope it won't hurt too much. Still, if it does, it's only what I've got coming. A C, how the hell could I let myself sink so low?

Bryan entered his room and for once he was happy to see Beau wasn't there. He didn't know what his boyfriend was doing but didn't really need him just then anyway. He studied the bamboo stick more closely now he knew he wouldn't be disturbed by anyone but Beau. About 20 cm [8"] of it was discoloured from the soil it had been sitting in so he washed and wiped it down before doing anything else. The stick was about one cm [½"] thick and had small bumps every 15 cm [6"] or so.

Though the small boy had never been caned before, he had read about it in books, even seen it happen in a movie they'd watched in one of his history classes at school. He just knew it had to hurt like hell, it was all a matter of physics really. A stick would be able to be swung quicker through the air than an arm. Well, that and a whole lot of other reasons Bryan thought of.

So the stick moves quicker, it means the impact will be at a much higher speed too. The volume of the stick is far less than say a hand, so it'll hit an area far less in size too. So the pain from being hit by a stick must be double or maybe quadruple that of being hit by a hand. Shit! Why am I even considering this? I need the motivation to study harder, that's why! But surely, there must be a better, or at least much less painful way?

There were other ways of course, Bryan could stop spending so much time with Beau, but he didn't want to do that. He practically shuddered at the thought of going back to living like a hermit, only exiting his room when it was absolutely necessary.

I can't do that again.

He was still in deep thought when Beau entered his room.

"Hi Bryan. Lunch is ready. Let's go eat."

Bryan put the bamboo stick on his table and followed Beau to the common room. He ate without tasting the food and if you had asked him later that day what exactly he had for lunch, he wouldn't be able to tell you.

Back in his room, Beau noticed the stick on the desk. He picked it up and looked curiously at it.

"What's this for?"

"I want you to use it on me."

"How? It's kind of long to stick into your arse."

"I don't want you to stick it in my bum, I want you to hit my bum with it. You know, cane me."

"That'll hurt like hell Bryan. You won't like it. I've tried it once, only one hit and that was more than enough to let me know I'd never want that again."

"You don't understand! I don't want to enjoy it. I want it to hurt like nothing else."

"But why?"

"I got a C on a maths test."

"C? That's enough to pass, you don't need more than that, you silly boy."

"I've never gotten a C before and I don't want to get another one, ever!"

"Shit, Bryan. You don't need to be caned to do better. You only need to study harder."

"I need to be caned. That's the only way to get me to study as hard as I need to."

"I don't want to cane you. I can't hurt you, not like that. You're my boyfriend, I love you!"

"Well, if you're not going to cane me, I'll find someone who will. Steve would probably love to cane my bare bum."

"Bare bum? Are you bloody mad? It'll make you bleed and scar you for life. Hell, even caning on jeans could raise welts."

"If that's what it takes, then that's what must happen."

"Christ already. Awright, I'll cane your arse if you want it so badly."

"Thanks, only you've got to make it count. All six of them."

"Six? Bryan, no. I'm not going to hit you six times with this stick."

"You are or I'll go ask Steve to hit me twice as many times."

"Y'know, maybe you should. Shit, no, don't go! Okay I'll do it. But don't ask me to do it ever again. And I'm not going to hit you bare arsed. It'll hurt more than enough on your shorts and boxers."

Bryan was relieved that Beau would cane him, he didn't trust Steve and he would've probably just caned him on his bare bum, not caring whether or not it would leave ugly scars on his bum cheeks. He went to his cupboard and found some socks to put in his mouth. He knew it would hurt and he didn't think he'd be able to refrain from crying out.

He hadn't thought of everything, now that both boys were about ready to get his punishment started, he realised he had no idea of how he should position himself. He looked at the bed, but had never heard of anyone laying down while being caned. Besides, the bed would only make it seem like something sexual which it certainly wasn't supposed to be. He could lay over the seat of the chair, but then his bum would make a rather low target for the tall teen.

In the end he decided to kneel up on the chair with the backrest up against his desk. That way he could either hold on to the back of the chair or put his hands on the table. It put his bum at a height where Beau should have absolutely no problems hitting it.

Bryan arched his back some and pushed his bum further back, after he had stuffed his mouth full of socks. He looked at Beau standing with the stick and nodded at him before turning his head back to stare into the bulletin board on his wall. He heard the whistling sound from the stick moving through the air before the loud 'twack' from when it hit his bum.

Bryan immediately tried to scream out from the pain, but the socks muffled his voice just as he had expected them to. It was all he could do not to reach back and try to protect his bum from the rest of the caning.

It took him about a minute to get ready for the next whack to hit home. He took a deep breath of air through his nostrils and looked back at Beau and nodded his readiness to the older boy.

Beau was not enjoying the thrashing, yet he didn't restrain himself from caning his boyfriend's bum as hard as he could. He could see how the little boy reacted to the beating, he'd hear the whoosh sound from the stick as it went sailing through the air and prepare himself for the painful hit by tightening up his buttocks. As the stick made the sickening 'twack' when it hit the small boy's firm arse cheeks, Bryan would register the pain almost immediately and fling his body forward as if trying to get away from the pain while doing his best to raise the dead.

The teen wanted to cry along with his small boyfriend but he steeled his heart and carried on with his assigned task.

If I make him hurt enough, he'll never ask for anyone to do something like this ever again.

Beau made sure to aim the stick so it would land about 2 cm [1"] from where it had previously hit the small boy's bum. He had started from the very bottom and worked his way upwards.

He won't be able to sit for a couple of days. Not without his bum hurting like hell. I'm not going to fuck him until his arse cheeks have healed completely. Maybe that will teach him a lesson too.

After the sixth and final 'twack', Beau threw the stick aside and helped Bryan take his shorts and boxers down. Six red welts stood out most profoundly from the otherwise almost white bum of the small boy. Beau picked him up and quickly lay him facing down on the bed.

Bryan was crying hysterically as the teen went to the sink and ran the water as cold as it would get. He put the small boy's washcloth under the stream and let it soak for a moment before wringing out just a little of the water. When it didn't drip anymore Beau carefully placed the damp and cool washcloth on his boyfriend's bruised little arse. He went back to the sink to fetch the roll of toilet paper so Bryan could blow his nose, only then did the little boy remove his socks from his mouth.

"Sorry, Beau. I'll do better, I promise," Bryan sobbed.

"Shush Bryan. I know you will. It's all over now."

It was Beau who came up with the idea for Bryan to wear the ear plugs while the young boy studied. It muted out any sound from the TV as Beau played his games. The plugs and the painful reminder of the caning helped Bryan concentrate a lot harder on his schoolwork. The pain lessened for every day that went by and had completely vanished on the fifth day. But the visual signs from it took a lot longer to disappear.

Bryan could still remember the first time he was strip searched after having his bum caned. One of the guards had asked him if he had sat on a grill rack. Bryan had just shrugged his shoulders and pulled up his boxers to hide the welts again.

Bryan had put the bamboo stick back into the pot again without anyone noticing it had gone missing for a couple of hours. He made sure to look at it every time he passed the potted plant to remind himself what was going to happen if he ever got another C on any exam again.

His scores improved slowly but steadily until the day when Chad smiled at him and informed that he had just scored an A on his maths mock exam. Bryan smiled back, it had been hard work, but now it seemed like he was back on the right track again.

Chapter 55
Beau's conviction

While Bryan's studies naturally cut into the time available for fun and games, Beau didn't change the orders he had given Bryan. The small boy still had to make sure both his holes, arse and mouth, were clean at all times. It wasn't at all unusual for Bryan to sit at his table only wearing a pair of the boxer briefs or nothing at all while he did his schoolwork.

The older boy would once or twice every day sneak up behind the little boy, which wasn't hard at all as Bryan couldn't hear him and initiate some kind of sexual activity with his boyfriend. Sometimes he'd want his cock sucked and then he'd place it on the shoulder of Bryan who'd always jump from the surprise. When Bryan had sucked the spunk out of his balls, Beau would return to his game, book or TV watching and Bryan would resume studying. Only now with a little stiffy that wouldn't quit and the taste of Beau's sperm in his mouth.

Other times, a suck wasn't enough for Beau and he'd lick and probe the youngster's hole as Bryan lay over the table on top of his schoolbooks.

Bryan never knew if the fuck that would follow would be slow and long so he'd get his tickles from it or if Beau wanted it hard and fast. If it was hard and fast, all Bryan really got out of it was a bum full of sperm. Either way, he'd have to sit and study while clenching his bum hole shut to prevent the sperm from seeping out of it.

A third thing that Beau would do to Bryan, though it wasn't quite as often as the other two, was to sit on the floor next to Bryan and wank or suck on his little stiffy. Even when he did this, Bryan wouldn't know if he'd end up getting his tickles once or twice or not at all. It all depended on what mood Beau was in. Bryan wasn't completely neglected though, Beau would always make the young boy orgasm at least once a day. Only Bryan didn't know exactly when it would be.

The moment Bryan enjoyed the most however was when Beau would snatch him right off the chair, lay him over his lap and smack him. Beau would smack him at least five times, sometimes hard, other times not so hard and sometimes a mix of the two. It wasn't the pain from his bum he enjoyed, no, it was knowing that Beau wanted to kiss him that thrilled the small boy tremendously.

One day he had even given him 30 smacks, not all hard fortunately, so they ended up kissing for a full hour before going to eat dinner. After dinner, Beau had fucked him nice and slow, even kissed him a bit right up until it was time for Bryan to go and get his meds.

That day had been when Beau had gone to court and received his sentence. It had been emotionally stressful for both boys, more so for Beau of course, and they had worked it out of their systems with a full afternoon of gentle love making.

Beau was sentenced to four years in prison, but only two of them would have to be served if he stayed on his best behaviour. It meant the two boys now knew exactly how many days there were until their relationship would come to an end. They didn't dwell on this fact as that would only have made them both sad, but agreed to live every day they had left to the fullest. And that is exactly what they did, while weeks turned into months and months turned into a year.

Chapter 56
Making the news

One evening the boys were cuddling closely together on Bryan's bed. Beau had his arm resting lazily over Bryan's shoulder as they sat watching TV. Well, Beau was watching TV. Bryan was just snuggling up to the older boy. A sudden outburst from Beau had made Bryan open his eyes and look at the TV. He could tell the story was apparently about a large paedophilic ring having been discovered by the police. Bryan didn't really care, he knew there were men in the world who'd do anything to have sex with a child, but he was safe from them inside the prison.

Then the anchor picture suddenly changed from the police logo it had shown so far to pictures of many children. When it did, the newscaster said the police was looking for any information that would lead to the identities of any of the children depicted.

"The photographs released to the media by the police have all been edited to show only the faces of the children. Police spokesman Phillip Thornsdale said all of these children are believed to be UK residents. When he was asked how the police knew this, he declined going into details, but when pressed, he said the assumption in each case had been based on clothing, other identifiable items or furniture seen in the pictures.

"If you have any information regarding one or more of these children, please contact the National Crime Agency by phone or email. Their contact details are listed on your screen now. You can see enlarged images of each child's face on their web site, ceop.police.uk and at the end of this news show."

Bryan had watched when the TV screen had changed to show the pictures of 24 children, both boys and girls, all of them clearly well below the age of 18. He was more curious than upset while watching the news story, but froze as he looked closer at the boy smiling at him in picture 8.

That's odd, he looks like me when I was like 10.

The picture on the TV changed back to the newscaster before he got a chance to study the picture closer. On the 20" TV it had been hard to see any details in any of the pictures of the children. But at the end of the news broadcast, the individual child's face was shown on the screen for five seconds.

"That is me! That's from when I sat on Colt's bed," Bryan said loudly, surprising not only Beau but himself too.

"If that really was you, do you mind telling me how you got involved in an online pedo ring?" Beau asked.

"I don't know, but I'm about ninety nine percent certain that it was me in that picture."

"I don't get it. You're in a picture the police thinks is indecent and you don't know how that happened?"

"Oh, Beau, I know how and when the picture was taken, only I don't know how the fuck it ended up on national TV."

Bryan had to explain what had happened to him after he had met Colt. Something he'd rather not have to talk about again, had in fact never told Beau anything specific about Colt before. Beau was starting to tear up when Bryan explained how he had been forced to have sex with men in the public toilets.

"Bryan you have to tell someone. Call the police."

"I can't do that. No, it's better if no one ever gets to know about it."

"Uh, hello? Your face was all over the news. How long do you think it'll take your parents to realise one of those kids are you? Or one of your former teachers will see it and call the police. Even if you don't do anything, they'll find out for sure."

"Fuck that idiot Colt. I told him not to let anyone see those pictures. And he told me nobody ever would."

"He didn't care for you at all. You were just a way for him to get some money. He probably sold the pictures he took of you. But you can't let him get away with it. You have to tell the police. I'm here for you, Bryan and I'll help you through it."

"Thanks. I suppose I better go ask if I can talk to the police now."

Beau gave Bryan a big hug before the small boy exited the room. This was something he had to do on his own, Beau couldn't talk to the police for him. Bryan went to the guards' office, thankfully Papa Smurf was one of the two guards on duty.

"Mr. Niels," Bryan started, "I'd like to call NCA, uh, the CEOP line I think it's called."

"Did something happen to you while you've been here with us, Bryan?"

"No. Uh, nothing I didn't want anyway. It's something that happened before I was sent here. It was on the news tonight."

"I didn't watch the news, what was it about?"

"Somehow some pictures of me got discovered on someone's computer or something. I have to talk to the police and let them know that I'm one of the kids they're looking for."

"Right, and since it's CEOP you want to talk to, I'm guessing the pictures were indecent?"

Bryan nodded gravely.

"Do you have their number? I should be able to find it on this monstrosity though it would be kind of a miracle if I did."

"That's okay, I remember the number they showed on the news."

Niels, or Papa Smurf as the kids called him, powered off the computer monitor he had been sitting in front of when Bryan had entered the office. He waved the small kid around the counter top and moved aside so Bryan could reach the phone.

"Press 0 to get a line out of the building. Or you can probably also hit that button you just did. How did you know that?"

Bryan shrugged, he had only read the tags next to the buttons and hit the one that said outside line. He keyed in the 10 digits long phone number effortlessly. It looked as if it was a number he was used to dialling, though he only seen it on the TV screen for the 60 or so seconds it had been shown. He could hear the signals indicating a phone ringing on the other end of the line.

"You've reached the Child Exploitation and Online Protection Centre. Unfortunately all our lines are busy at the moment. Please hold and a team member will be with you shortly."

Bryan wanted to put the receiver down as he heard that, suddenly having second thoughts about talking to the police. The last time he had talked to them, they hadn't been very nice at all to him.

This is different. I'm not the one who did something wrong. Colt did. It's about time the police had a nice chat with him.

And so he waited, listening to the very poor quality music that played as he drummed his fingers impatiently and nervously on the table. He looked up at Niels and gave him a helpless shrug.

"They put me on hold. Oh, wait… Hi, I'm Bryan. I think I'm one of the kids you're looking for."

"Hi Bryan. Are you safe? Can you talk without anyone listening to your conversation?"

"Uh, I think I'm safe, I'm calling from inside a prison, Prankhurst Detention Center. The only one who can hear me on this end is Mr. Niels, one of the guards."

"So just to make it clear, you're not in any immediate danger right now?"

"No."

"Good, the reason I asked was to know if you were being forced to stay somewhere against your will. Well, I suppose you are in a way, but we can't send armed police to that address to rescue you. So, you think you're one of the kids we're looking for, which one exactly and why would you think you're him?"

"I'm number 8, the blonde blue eyed boy smiling at the camera, though it wasn't really a camera but a smartphone. I'm fairly sure I'm sitting against a wall with a poster hanging off to my left shoulder. You can't see all of the poster, but it was a Tomb Raider movie poster, Colt always liked the girl who starred in it. I'm sitting with my legs kind of spread out, and I'm… Uh, I'm… completely naked and my uh, willy is all… Well you know, it's stiff. Sorry, I mean I have an erection in the picture. The real picture I mean, not the small part of it you put on the news and all."

"Hold on for a minute please, Bryan. I don't have access to see the original pictures. I need to have a higher ranking officer to look into what you just told me. Can I please have your full name and a phone number where we can reach you?"

"Okay, my name is Bryan Willowsby. Uh, I don't know the phone number here, but if you talk to Mr. Niels, I'm sure he can help you with that. So, what happens now?"

"We'll confirm what you said about the picture, if all that checks out, I'm sure the detectives would like to meet you and your mum and dad."

"I'd rather if my parents weren't to know any of this."

"Well, I'm not sure, but I do think they need to be present, unless they had anything to do with the pictures. Did they force you to have your pictures taken? Maybe they took them?"

Bryan didn't answer her question, he simply hung up the phone.

"I thought I was going to tell them the phone number?" Papa Smurf asked Bryan.

"Oh shi-oot. Sorry, Mr. Niels, but she was just very strange. She had the nerve to ask me if it was my mum and dad who photographed me in the buff sporting a stiffy. I had to hang up."

"Probably no harm done, you told her you are here and I'm sure they recorded the phone call. One way or another, they'll come find you. I mean, they're the police right? They are supposed to be able to find people."

"Well, I wouldn't be so sure about that. My experience with them haven't really been grand and all."

"You were the perpetrator then, now you're the victim of a crime. I'm quite sure they'll treat you rather differently now than then. It's almost time for meds, would you like yours now, now that you're here, anyway?"

"Might as well. Thanks Mr. Niels."

"You're welcome, Bryan."

The police did manage to find Bryan and the detective assigned to investigate Bryan's case called the centre for his parents' contact information. His dad was shocked to have another call from the police regarding his son and he had been rather gruff when he talked to the detective.

"What did Bryan do this time?" he had asked.

He had gasped when he heard the police had revealed hundreds of indecent pictures of his son on not only one computer belonging to a member of an online paedophilic group, but on ten so far.

"And that number may increase as we manage to break the encryption most of them have used. We're talking thousands of people, worldwide. We're in touch with both Europol and Interpol as well as FBI and several other national police agencies as far away as Australia. I don't know how to say this, but the pictures of Bryan will most likely be shared for years to come maybe even decades."

"So perverts will likely masturbate to images of my son even when he is old enough to father children of his own?"

"Maybe even when he is a grandfather. The quality of the pictures is remarkable and some of the things Bryan does to himself in the pictures is highly sought after. I'm sorry, I know it must be nearly impossible to understand some men will want to watch pictures of your naked son doing unmentionable things. But, and I must stress this, even though Bryan is smiling in most of the pictures and for an untrained spectator might look as if he is enjoying himself, keep in mind that he was without question either forced, coerced or tricked into posing for the camera."

"I know Bryan would never do anything like that willingly. I also know he's able to act like he's having a grand old time if he was told to do so. He can act pretty much any role to perfection. Even if he's upset, he'll still smile when told to. Convincingly too."

"I can tell. In every image where you can see his face, he is smiling. Apart from those where he has something in his mou… No sorry, I can't disclose any of that on the phone. I will bring print outs of all the images so Bryan can tell me if it is him or not in them. You and your wife will be able to see them then as well. Bryan will probably be very humiliated if you do choose to look at the pictures. Especially if his mother sees him in what he must have thought was a very private moment."

"Don't worry, I'm positive neither I nor my wife will be interested in seeing any of the pictures."

Chapter 57
The interview

When Bryan had been notified of when the meeting with the police detective would take place and when he found out his parents would be there too, he didn't think but a second before demanding Dan should be there too. The lawyer had been so supportive up to and during the murder trial, Bryan refused to say anything if he wasn't present at all time. Even when he was told he didn't need legal counsel for this as he wasn't accused of anything now.

He was happy to see the lawyer waiting outside the police station as the police car pulled up in the parking lot in front of it. Bryan was handcuffed again, though this time his hands were cuffed in front of him, not on his back. He was taken to an interview room, but one that didn't look anything at all like the previous ones he had been in. This one had comfy chairs, a sofa, a small coffee table, two cameras he didn't much like but didn't object to and even a corner with fluffy animals and toys.

Bryan was still nervous about the whole thing, mostly because his parents sat on the sofa. They were able to see and hear everything but Bryan's chair had been strategically placed so he didn't have to look up and meet their eyes. He'd have to turn his head if he was to make eye contact to them. Dan sat to the other side of Bryan, much closer than his parents and the detective who sat directly in front of him.

One of the cameras was trained on his face and followed his every move as he found out when he shifted some in the chair. If he moved his head down, the camera dipped and when he sat up straight, the camera went back up as well. The other camera stood further away, not moving but still recording. It showed Bryan's entire body, so you could see his body language if necessary.

The interview started when the detective stated the date, and his name, had Bryan tell his name and date of birth along with his current address. But then it changed from the previous ones he had undergone. The detective never said "It may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned," like the female detective had always told him. That's when it finally occurred to Bryan that he wasn't being questioned but interviewed.

"Bryan, if you need any pauses just say so and we'll take a break for as long as you need before resuming. It is important that you provide as many details as possible when I ask you something. However, if you do not remember or don't know the answer, it's important you say so and not just make something up. I'm only interested in the truth and no one in this room will ever judge you for anything you tell me."

The detective looked over at Bryan's parents and continued.

"In fact, it's extremely important that you as his parents hide away whatever feelings you may have regarding anything your son tells me. If I can tell Bryan is being stressed by you for any reason at all, I will ask you to leave the room and continue without you. Which I can do perfectly legally with Bryan's legal counsel sitting in. Do you understand this?"

Bryan's parents nodded, though Bryan could tell they didn't like being told what they could and couldn't do. He wondered how personal the questions were going to be but didn't have to wait long to find out.

"So Bryan. In this folder I have 682 images that has been classified as child pornography or what in the law is known as indecent pictures of a child less than 18 years old. You called the CEOP tip line and told them it might be you in the pictures. Please tell me why you suspect it is you even if it means you have to explain something you already told the tip line operator."

"I recognized myself amongst the other children you had published in the news broadcast on the evening when I made the call."

"I have a transcript of that call, you said you were number 8, the blonde blue eyed boy smiling at the camera. Is that a correct read back?"

"I think so. I didn't think so clearly when I made the call, but it's pretty much as I remember it."

"I've taken the liberty to ask your mother to send me the school photos from when you started primary school until you were imprisoned. I've compared these to the 267 pictures where the child's face is seen, either fully or partially and they seem to match. Especially one is almost identical to your school photo from when you were ten, since you wear your school shirt and tie in both pictures. Though the one I have is a full body picture where the school photo is only of your head and shoulders."

He pulled out a piece of paper with a colour print of the photo in question. He turned it to show Bryan.

"Is this a photograph of you?"

Bryan blushed beet red as he saw the image of him sitting on Colt's bed. He was wearing the school shirt as well as the stupid tie, but nothing else. And his willy was hard! Apart from this, it looked like a carbon copy of his school photo, the smiles on the two pictures were exactly the same. He refused to look at his parents, who he knew had to be able to see the vulgar image of him and nodded shamefully.

"Please, explain how this picture came to be and who the photographer was."

"The two photos were taken on the same day, only the school one obviously was taken in school in the morning and the other, uh, indecent one, was taken at my friend's place in the afternoon."

"And who was your friend?" the detective asked since Bryan clearly didn't intend to elaborate.

"His name is Colt, no Colton. Marsh. He went to the same school as I did, St. Matthews. Only he was twelve when I met him and I was eight ye…" Bryan stopped in mid word when he heard his mum gasp.

Immediately the detective berated her and asked Bryan to continue.

"It wasn't long after we had met in school that I started going home with him after school had finished. I went and got signed in at the after-school activities center and snuck back out during the commotion of kids arriving. No one ever saw me leaving with Colt."

This was when the detective had to ask Bryan's mum to leave the room. His dad looked as if he was torn between wanting to hear the rest of what Bryan had to say and leaving the room to support his mum. He quickly excused himself and followed her out though.

"What did I say?" Bryan asked as he looked up at Dan after his parents had left and the detective had closed the door.

"Don't worry about that now, Bryan, you're doing fine and your mum will be fine too, once she has had a little time to think it through."

"I knew it was wrong what I did," Bryan quickly told the detective, more for his mum's sake than the detective's, "but Colt told me it didn't matter if he looked after me or the teachers did. He told me I'd have more fun at his place than the center. Which was true, at least in the beginning. His behaviour changed, only very slowly over time so I didn't realise it at the time. We'd go to the toilet together and pee at the same time, I didn't want to at first, but he kept telling me that was what friends do.

"I wasn't sure if friends really did that but I didn't know. I didn't have any friends back then did I? They all thought I was just a little baby who talked funny. But Colt didn't say that. He made me think he was my friend. Some fucking friend he turned out to be!"

Dan looked at the detective who nodded at the silent plea of a brief pause. The detective cleared his throat and asked if anyone wanted anything to drink.

"I think Bryan would like a coke, if you have, and I'd like a black coffee. Thanks," Dan said.

Dan patted Bryan on his back, told him it was quite alright as he let the small boy vent his pent up angriness and sorrow.

Bryan had settled down somewhat when the detective returned with a bottle of coke with a straw in it and two cups of coffee. He noisily snorted back the snot that had started running when the waterworks had opened and accepted the tissue Dan offered before blowing his nose properly.

"Colt got me to do stuff I at first didn't want to by repeatedly telling me it was what good friends did when they were together. He'd get me to undress to my underwear and had me sit on his lap while we played computer games. I didn't mind that too much, but when he started putting his hands all over my body and on top of my willy, I told him to stop it."

"When you say willy, you mean your penis?"

"Yes, sorry. I know it's really called penis, but I've used willy from since I was two. Old habits die hard. I'll try to remember calling it my penis from now on."

"No, it's alright, you can refer to body parts any way you see fit, I just need to make it clear to the cameras what it is you're talking about. So just keep calling it your willy, if you feel more comfortable using that word."

"Well, I can just list the parts now. So the willy is really the penis, the nuts is the testicles, the bum is the, well the bum. Arse? No that's a rude word, behind?"

"Behind will work, the proper word is probably buttocks or posterior perhaps, but I think we all know what a bum is."

"Right, so, the bum hole is the anus. I think that should cover everything I have to explain. You know this is going to be a fairly long interview?"

"I was kind of expecting it to be after having looked at the images of you. They seem to have been taken over a couple of years?"

"Yes, but I'm pretty sure you got the count wrong. Colt must've taken more like two thousand pictures of me, not just 682 or how many you said?"

"682 is what we have identified to be you or at least have a pretty good idea that might be you. But, like I said in the beginning, these are only what we've so far been able to uncover. There may still be many more pictures of you out on the darker sites of the Internet. I'm afraid we'll never be able to stop them."

This information of course didn't make Bryan more appreciative of Colt.

"I told the idiot not to take any pictures of me. And when he did anyway I told him he could never show anyone. I wish I had listened to what they taught in school instead of thinking I knew what I was doing since I was so clever and all."

"Okay, so Colt managed to get you undressed and put his hand on your willy. What happened next?"

"Nothing more that day, but the next one he put his hand into my undies and fiddled with my willy. He stopped and told me he wanted to see it all stiff and all. I was only little then, I didn't know you could make your willy go stiff, uh, get an erection, when you want to. He had to explain it to me, then he went on to show it on my willy. But I had to wank it myself. My willy I mean, and uh, I had to masturbate it until I got an erection. It moved on from then, to proper wanking. First my own, then his. Until he spunked up, uh shot his sperm… Orgasmed? Is that the right term?"

"Yes, so Colt made you masturbate his stiff willy until he climaxed and his sperm came out of it?"

"Yes. I remember thinking it was really disgusting as some of his sperm landed on my arm and fingers. He wanted me to lick his sperm off my arm and fingers, but I didn't want to. Not then. He made me do that later."

"How did he persuade you into licking his sperm and what did you do with it after, spit it out?"

"No, he'd never allow me to spit out his sperm. He said it would be wasting it. I had to swallow it even if it tasted horrible. He had taken two pictures of me, one where you can only see my stiffy and then one where you can see it and my face on it. He used those to threaten me to suck his willy. If I didn't, he'd print the pictures and show to everyone at school, he told me. I just wanted him to erase the two pictures, but he wouldn't and he never left me alone with his phone so I could do it myself.

"So, he got me to suck his willy every Friday for the longest while. I think it was 20 or 24 times I don't recall, but I think the calendar I used to keep track is still in my room at home. He got me convinced to letting him take more pictures of me, well, it didn't take much to convince me since he already had the two of me. I didn't think it would matter if he had two or twenty. But after an hour he had around 500 of me. Mostly nude ones and none really crazy. Not like the latter pictures he'd take of me after he'd fucked me in my bum where I had to show my hole to him and push out his sperm while he took pictures for example. Or after an afternoon being fucked by men… Well, that's something else he made me do, but that's only later. When I was almost ten."

"He forced you to have sex with grownups?" Dan gasped, making the detective shoot him an annoyed look.

"Yeah. I didn't like it much, it hurt a lot almost every time, until this one man gave me some lube to make it easier for me."

"Sorry Bryan, but can you try to stay focused, it's easier for us if you walk us through it all chronologically. I know it isn't easy, but please try."

"Oh, sorry. I'll try. Let me see, oh yes. He threatened to tell everyone about me skipping the activities center and how I loved sucking on his cock. Uh, his willy, penis I mean. Since I had refused to suck him anymore he told me that I had to suck his willy and swallow his sperm every day after school and on Fridays he'd fuck me in the bum. And that's what he did. From I had just turned ten until I was maybe ten and a half and then he told me he knew some men who wanted me to suck them. And I had to, otherwise he'd no longer be my friend and he'd print all the pictures and give them to anyone he saw.

"So he took me to the public toilets in that park where I killed Lewis."

"Sorry, detective. Can you please rewind the tapes and scratch the part where my client mentions the murder of Lewis, I need to confer with him before we talk about that part. I don't believe it has any relevance to the case you're currently investigating but this case may be important to Bryan's previous trial."

The detective thought it through then walked over to the cameras and stopped them. He rewound both the tapes to just before Bryan talked about going to the park. He picked up his cup and left the room, telling Dan he'd be back in ten minutes.

"Bryan, listen to me. Before you start talking about what you did to Lewis, we need to agree how you explain it. Your trial has haunted me ever since I started working on it. I couldn't figure out why you would even try to make Lewis suck your penis. Much less why you killed him. The small fight scene in the shrubs seemed to make sense when you explained it and changed your plea to being guilty of involuntary manslaughter. But it still troubled me long after. Now I know about Colton and what he made you do, I'm starting to think he had a much greater part in what took place in the shrubs. Am I right?"

Bryan looked up at Dan, eyes wide open. He was both surprised and very nervous of Dan having been able to figure it all out. He shook his head.

"He'll kill me if I tell you."

"He won't be able to kill you if he is prison, Bryan. That's where he is going for all the things he has done to you already."

"He knows people who'll kill me for him."

"Bryan, you're supposed to be really clever. Hell, you nearly had me fooled with your accidently killing Lewis. Do you really think someone like Colton has the connections to have anyone kill you, a mere kid, only because he wishes it? Colton is what, 17 now? No, you said he was four years older than you, so he's sixteen. Maybe if this was Sicily and Colton's father was a mobster, he'd be able to turn his threats into real actions. But hell, Bryan, this is England. And you're not at risk of anything. Nothing, but maybe a chance to walk out of prison as a free person much sooner than waiting for you to become eighteen. Think about it for a minute or so while I go relieve myself."

Bryan thought as quickly as he could. He considered every option, everything he had heard Dan say, and everything he had just told the surprisingly nice police detective, it had somehow sounded differently being said out loud than when he had thought of it. He now saw Colt from the same perspective as Dan did. Or close to it, he could still remember how menacing and how powerful the older kid had been.

But I was all alone then, alone and only a little kid. I couldn't do anything. But, maybe, just maybe, with the help from Dan and not to forget, the entire British police force, Colt isn't so powerful anymore. But, what the hell really happened back then?

Bryan tried to remember, it had all happened so quickly. Too darn quickly for him to grasp it all.

When Dan returned, Bryan told him he was ready to explain what really happened. Dan told him to wait for a bit while he turned the cameras back on.

Chapter 58
The truth

"Little dude, I've told Lewis you'll sneak him out of the activities center. You'll take him to the park, make sure you're not seen by anyone. Not a soul. Do you hear?"

Bryan had agreed to this order from Colt. It wouldn't be too hard getting the little boy away from the center. Though they were in different age groups and clubs at the center, Bryan just had to make sure he got signed in first. Then hang back while the smaller kids entered. They should be able to just walk out of there through the side door while the rest got changed from uniform to their PE kits.

The tricky part was getting from the school to the park. It was a 400 meters [¼ mile] walk, which would've been easy if only the boys wouldn't be sticking out like a sore thumb due to their young ages. As they'd have to do it dressed in their school uniforms only made it much harder. They'd have to pass a rather busy intersection along the way, which had to be timed exactly right so they didn't risk having to wait at the signal at one side of the street, or even worse in the middle of the crossing on the little island where they could be seen from miles away.

Once they cleared the crossing, they'd pretty much be inside the smallish park.

It had all went fairly easy, though they had to run through the last bit of the crossing as the light changed just as they got to the middle zone of it. Both boys were excited as they entered the park, Bryan happy for getting there undetected and Lewis from the sheer adventure it was to be walking around with an older boy without adult supervision. The small boy had no clue whatsoever that he wasn't going to exit the park again. At least not on his own two feet. And surely not breathing.

They had arrived at the small building where the public toilets were facilitated, but to Bryan's horror, they were being cleaned and thus blocked off.

Dan looked up as the detective knocked on the door and looked in through the small window in the door. He shook his head almost violently just as the detective was about to turn the door handle and enter. Bryan only carried on with his explanation in the same raspy monotonous voice that had made Dan wonder if Bryan was fully present in the room. His body was there and he was talking, but it seemed like the boy wasn't mentally present.

"Here, Lewis, let's wait for Colt to get here where we can't be seen. Remember nobody can know we're not in school now."

"Okay," Lewis had said and followed Bryan through the nearly impassable shrubs next to the building.

When they had gotten to an area mostly free of weeds and other vegetation, Bryan stopped walking. Lewis walked into Bryan, nearly toppling them both over.

"Watch it, Lewis. I nearly fell, my mum will be right cross with me if I get my uniform messed up."

"Sorry, Bryan. You just stopped all of a sudden."

"Right, just watch where you're walking the next time, don't look at everything else. Hey, I think that's Colt. Yes, that's him alright. Don't move or shout out."

Bryan had waited until the older boy got even closer to the door into the toilets. He had heard him muttering angrily at the sign on the door.

"Pssst, Colt. In here," Bryan had said in a loud whisper.

Colt had turned around and hadn't seen anything. He had thought he heard Bryan, but all he saw was the green shrubs in front of him. Then he had noticed an arm waving at him. He found where the two boys had entered the shrubs and had tried to enter through the same opening. He was too big to fit through that and had to search for a little while longer before he finally found an opening that was big enough for him. It was the same path, the creepy man and Bryan walked when the man wanted to fuck a fully loaded Bryan. He made sure not to go anywhere near where the vile act usually took place.

"Any problems?" he had asked Bryan.

"Duh, we're here. No problems at all."

"Did you tell him anything about what we're going to do?"

The older boy was referring to Lewis.

"No. I don't know why you wanted me to bring him here, so how could I tell him?"

"Duh, we're going to teach him things. Right, Lewis?"

"What things?" The little seven year-old had asked excitedly.

"Things good friends do to each other. Like I told you about."

Bryan had looked sceptically at Colt. Yes, Colt had talked about getting Lewis to play with them, but Bryan hadn't thought it would happen so soon. He thought the little boy was much too small to do that. He had said that to Colt, and said it again there and then, when the little boy could hear it.

It was at that point things started getting hazy for Bryan. Lewis had gotten frightened and tried to hide from Colt behind Bryan. Yet the small boy hadn't screamed or even raised his voice higher than a whisper when he was dragged out from behind Bryan. Suddenly the scissors had appeared from out of nowhere.

Bryan initially thought it was Lewis who had brought them, but as he concentrated harder and tried to ignore the feelings he had gone through back when it happened, he was able to remember it was Colt who had taken them out of his coat pocket.

"Good thing I brought these. If you're not going to take off your little pants, Lewis, I'll cut them right off of you."

He saw Colt grab hold of the little boy's waistband and move the scissors down towards it.

"Fuck! Stand still you little runt. You're only going to get hurt if you keep moving about like this. It's only clothes, your mum will sew them right up when you get home to her. Aw, fuck! Now, see what you made me do? Shit!"

Only when Colt had backed away from Lewis did Bryan see the scissors sitting in the small boy's lower stomach. Then Colt had turned to face Bryan.

"If you say anything to anyone about this, I will kill you. You did this to Lewis. You just had to scare him senseless. If you hadn't scared him, he wouldn't be standing there with a fucking scissors in his stomach. Remember, not one word about me having been here. Not one!"

Colt had fled from the shrubs, away from the toilets further into the little grove of trees. Bryan had turned his attention to Lewis, the little boy stood there, one hand on the scissors the other holding onto a thin branch holding him upright. He had to be in shock as his face had paled to almost white, yet he didn't cry. Only when Bryan kneeled in front of him had Lewis finally let go of the branch and he fell on top of Bryan.

Lewis' suddenly fully relaxed body hit the only slightly larger boy like a sack of potatoes pushing him back to lie on his back with the full weight of the seven year-old boy on top of him forcing the air from his lungs. He didn't know for just how long he had to lay there until he had regained enough strength to push Lewis off of him and see if he could something to help the young boy.

The rest had happened exactly as he had told the police, he had tried to remove the scissors from the little boy's stomach, had sobbed helplessly as his fingers slid on the handle wet from Lewis' blood. He had done what he could to block the blood from getting out, but by then Lewis had already died from the internal bleeding Bryan didn't know about. Even if he had known, he couldn't have done anything to prevent it.

Bryan knew he was in trouble then. Major trouble. Lewis didn't breathe, that much he could tell and the blood was still seeping between his fingers, even when he jammed his little finger into the small opening left by the scissors blade. He had started panicking, his clothes was a mess, he saw, when he got back up on his feet and quickly assessed them. The blood on his shirt and pants had to be cleaned off before he could do as Colt had done. Run like hell.

He had waded through the shrubs, never minding the sticky thorns of the rose like plantings he resolutely strode through. The cleaners had finished inside the men's room, and he pushed the door open leaving behind two nearly perfect hand prints on the otherwise fairly white paint. That's when one of the cleaners had turned around to retrieve a forgotten bucket. He had seen the bloody hand prints on the door and quickly entered the men's room where he found Bryan standing in front of one of the basins trying to operate the faucet with his fingers still sticky from blood.

"Hey kid, are you alright?" the cleaner had asked.

That had seemingly awoken Bryan from his trance and he did the only thing he could, run into the nearest stall and turn the bolt. Somehow his fingers managed to hold onto the bolt handle so the cleaner couldn't unlock the door with his key. That's when he called the paramedics and the police.

When Bryan had finished his explanation, Dan turned off the cameras. He hoped they had been able to pick up the sound of the wee lad's voice. It was difficult to grasp the fact that he would turn 14 in only six months. If he had told anyone he was ten years old, it wouldn't have made them bat an eye. Bryan had spoken quite softly, but not mumbling at all. He sat back down next to the boy and hugged him close.

"Well done, Bryan. Well done," he whispered in his ear.

It was a few more minutes before Bryan came back.

"What happened? All I remember is running. Running and feeling so alive," he asked confusedly.

"Here, drink a bit of your coke, you've been talking nonstop for almost an hour."

"Oh, that's why my throat is so sore."

He took a long sip of the coke through the straw, only stopped sucking after it had rather noisily let both of them know there was no more of the sweet flavoured drink left in the bottle.

The detective returned only to be asked to get more caffeine laden drinks for all. This was going to be one long day and probably evening for the three of them.

"So, Bryan. You've positively identified yourself on 593 out of the 682 images I have shown you. The remaining 89 images you said, it could be you, but you weren't absolutely sure."

"Well, I guess it's me. Unless Colt knew other boys my age, with blonde hair. But I can't see the face on the pictures. They've all been taken from behind as you can see. Like this one, I can see the bum, which I'd say is mine, but you can only see the left cheek and ear of the face and it's out of focus. I don't have any moles or scars on my bum, well you can see that in the picture. I could show you my bum now I suppose, but it's probably changed a bit since then."

"Uh, no thanks, Bryan. I've seen enough pictures of your naked body already. Not that there is anything wrong with your body, don't think that, I've just no desire to see it in the flesh, if you'll pardon my expression."

"Okay, it was only if it would help you in the investigation."

"Well, I'm not going to be the one to examine you, but maybe we should let a forensics team at the hospital look at you."

Bryan got a pained expression on his face and he gasped at the suggestion.

"Are you alright?" The detective asked.

"I beg your pardon detective, can we have the room again?" Dan asked as he could see Bryan was clearly not alright.

"Right. More Coke and coffee. Coming right up."

"I can't go to the hospital and let them scrutinise my body under a microscope and all," Bryan said when the door had closed.

"I'm sure it won't be as bad as you imagine it to be. They've probably seen everything and won't say anything to make you feel any worse."

"It's not that. Uh, I'm seeing someone now."

"Seeing? Oh, Lord. You're not saying that you're? Oh, you are. But, Bryan, you're so young! Too young in fact. You can't have sex when you're only thirteen."

"That's why I can let them look at my body. They'd be able to tell that it isn't two years since I last had sex with someone."

"You mean, you've engaged in rectal sex?"

"Yes, only I believe the proper term is anal sex. Last time was uh, what time is it now? 5? Well, it's less than 12 hours ago, let's just say that."

"Bryan, you're only a kid. You should be doing the stuff other kids do. Play and do sports, not have sex."

"Like I'm the only 13 year-old who has had sex. But I don't want to get my boyfriend in trouble, so I can't let them see my body."

"I still don't condone with what you're telling me, but I'll try to talk him out of it okay?"

"Thanks, and sorry."

"Sorry?"

"Yes, sorry for having sex at thirteen. I've only had it since I was nine y'know?"

"Don't remind me. It makes me really angry. And I'm sorry for you."

"Oh, sex isn't bad, not when you're having it with the right one."

"You still shouldn't have been subjected to it until you were sixteen at least, and certainly not forced to do it."

"Dan?"

"Yes?"

"Can we keep this a secret? I mean me having a boyfriend and having sex. I don't want my parents to know about that."

"I really should tell them. It is illegal."

"My boyfriend is only a year older than me."

"That still doesn't make it legal. Okay, I won't tell them. But you better do, soon. I don't think you'll be inside a prison for much longer. I might be able to get you out by tomorrow if I can find the right judge."

"No! Don't do that, I'll stay in prison for as long as I can. Well until my boyfriend gets released. It's only in about four more months."

"You don't belong in prison, you should've never went."

"But I am there now, and that's where the most important person in my life is too. Don't try to get me out, wait for the prosecutor or judge to order it. Please!"

"I suppose it would be best if you had a little time to get used to the idea of being free again. Alright. But if your parents asks me, what am I going to tell them? I can't lie to them."

"Just tell them it's up to a judge to decide if I can be released. That wouldn't be lying?"

"I hope they won't ask. Right, here's the detective again."

Dan waited for the policeman to enter and sit at the table again.

"Detective, Bryan does not want to go through with any examinations at a hospital."

"Oh?"

"It makes him uncomfortable having to be, and I quote, scrutinized under microscopes and all. Besides, you must have images showing him from every angle. You can surely use those to compare the unidentified images with. Furthermore, the images we've seen so far is from he was ten. He is thirteen now and while he might not have grown a lot, three years must have changed his body to some degree at least."

"All valid reasons. I guess it won't be necessary to put you through any more trouble Bryan. Not what we can avoid. Well, the men who was caught with your pictures will of course be punished every bit as hard as the law allows. But, we will need your help with Colton Marsh."

"How? I'm not going to meet him. Please, you can't be asking that!"

"No, sorry. That's not what I meant. But you will probably, in all likelihood really, have to appear as a witness in the trial against him."

"My statement here won't be enough?"

"I'm afraid not, his solicitor has to be able to ask you questions, and quite possible, he or she won't be very nice to you."

"Oh shit!"

"I'll be right by your side, Bryan. Don't let him get away with murdering Lewis."

"I'll do it for Lewis. I'm not taking the blame any longer. I didn't kill him. Colt did! He's the one who stabbed him, not me."

"I hope your colleagues will be able to find evidence to support my client's statement. Otherwise it'll only be word against word."

"I really can't say, it's another department who handled the case back then. But I'm sure we'll reopen the case here, I mean in the NCA, since Colton will be investigated for producing and spreading indecent images of Bryan. If we find the original images on his computer or in his phone, then I'm sure we'll find other incriminating things too."

"I really hope you do. I'd prefer if Bryan could walk from that prison long before he's 18. So, do you need anything else for now?"

"I think I have more than enough to get started. I'll have to involve some more people in this case, it suddenly grew much larger than I had anticipated."

"You do as you see fit. Here's my card, let me know if and when you need to speak to Bryan again."

"Thank you. And thank you, Bryan. It took a lot of guts to call the tip line like you did."

"Did my parents leave yet?"

"No, they're in a room just down the hall."

"Can I see them? Before I'm taken back to the prison?"

"Go talk to them, I'll drive you back to the prison myself. Will thirty minutes… No let's make it an hour. I have to return you before they shut down for the night."

"Thank you, detective."

"I'm sooooo sorry, mum. I should have told you about Colt the day I met him. I dunno why I didn't. I'm sorryyyyyy."

"Oh, Bryan. No, it's us who are sorry. I don't know how your dad or I couldn't see you weren't happy. That something terrible was happening to you. Oh my sweet baby boy. Mummy's so sorry."

"Mum! I am not a baby, I haven't been a baby for more than 12 years. I'm a teenager!"

"I don't care. When you're 50 you'll still be my baby boy. Oh, Bryan! I wish we could take you home and we could erase the past four or five years."

Bryan sighed. He had been weeping like a little boy, when he went into the room where his parents had waited for him. But his mum had made him stop crying when she called him a baby. And now she just wanted to turn back the clock.

"Well, we can't. But I might not be in prison for much longer."

"Bryan, even if they do find this Colt or Colton boy, you've still pleaded guilty to killing Lewis. Even if Colton goes to prison, that won't make the other more serious offense just vanish."

"I only pleaded guilty because I was afraid Colt would kill me if I didn't. And I wouldn't have pleaded guilty at all, if the prosecutor hadn't said he might have me put in prison for the rest of my life for a murder I didn't commit."

"Sorry, but you lost me now. Colt would kill you if you didn't plead guilty?"

"No, uh. Colt was the one who killed Lewis. I was just there with them. He told me he'd kill me if I ever told anyone that he'd been there. So since the police assumed I was the only one there, apart from Lewis, I had to be the one who stuck the scissors into his stomach. And I had all his blood on me. If I hadn't pleaded guilty, well I would have been convicted anyway."

"So you didn't kill a seven year-old boy?"

"No, Colt did! Why aren't you ever listening to what I'm telling you?"

"Now, calm down, Bryan. Let's not start arguing. I am listening to you. I heard what you said, it's just hard to understand. Remember, we've been thinking for about two years now that you killed Lewis. Or caused his death anyway. And now you've just told us you didn't do it, but it was really someone, we didn't even know exist until today, who did it. Give your old man a chance to get used to a new reality before you start making unjustified accusations, please."

"Sorry dad."

"Apology accepted. Now, if you didn't do it, you shouldn't be in prison. I need to talk to that lawyer of yours, he has to be able to get you out."

"I talked to him already. It'll take some time but I will get out. It'll only be for a couple months more, maybe four. It's fine really."

"It's not fine! My son isn't going to rot inside a prison just because some lazy judge won't make the right phone call. That's just so wrong."

"They won't let me out until Colt is found guilty of the murder. Or at least they can find some evidence to suggest I didn't do it. Let them do their jobs."

"Right. You're coping so much better than I am."

"Like you said, I've just had more time to think about it."

They sat in silence for a while, Bryan's mum still hugging him close and gently moving back and forth as if she still thought of him as her little baby.

"I'm telling you now, Doug. When Bryan gets released we're moving. I do not want to live in that town for another minute. You've no idea what I've had to listen to from my so-called friends. Everybody thinks Bryan is evil, a child murderer who doesn't deserve to ever get released from prison. We can't stay. We should move to my aunt's old house. You know the one, down in Dartmoor."

"What has gone into your mind, woman? You know that place is run down, it'll cost at least 100 grand just to make it somewhat habitable."

Bryan stopped listening.

Here we go again.

"So what happens now?" Bryan asked the detective as they got onto the motorway heading back to the prison. Bryan sat in the front passenger seat of the unmarked Vauxhall Astra diesel police car. It was a diesel but other than being quite a bit noisier than his dad's petrol Volvo S80, it moved every bit as quick as the family luxury car. The detective drove the car rather aggressively much to Bryan's delight. Even when the speedometer passed the 110 MPH mark, Bryan felt at ease.

It can't be breaking the law, when it's the law that's driving, right?

"Well, I've already dispatched some local coppers to go pick up Colton. If he's at home, he should be in custody just about now."

"So soon?"

"Why wait? I don't want someone like him out on the streets. Who knows when he'll find another kid to hurt? Or if he has found one already? No, my conscience will be more at ease when I hear they have him in a holding cell. Anyway, once I've dropped you off, I'll head back to my office and start on the paperwork. I have to hand something over to the prosecutor as quick as possible so Colt can be remanded while we build up the case against him. Like you've been through yourself."

"Don't remind me of that. So, what if he isn't at home?"

"Then we'll start looking for him. He won't be able to hide for long, if needed we'll alert the public and then it will only be a matter of days before we have him."

"Good."

For the rest of the ride back to the prison the two kept the conversation to lighter topics. Bryan was handed over to a couple of guards just minutes before the night medicine handout began. Even if he had been with the police all day, he was still strip searched upon entering the prison. It didn't feel entirely as humiliating then as it had been the first time.

Chapter 59
The takedown

Bryan didn't get to see Beau until the next morning, but then he had to tell him everything that had happened. Beau was mighty impressed to hear how well Bryan had handled it, but had to remind himself that the small boy wasn't the ten year-old he looked like, he was a teenager like himself.

"That means you might be getting out of here before me then."

"I hope not. I'd love it if we could walk out the gate holding hands."

"You and me against the world. Wouldn't that be something?"

"Well. There'd still be the distance problem. My mum wants us to move to Devon, somewhere down by Plymouth I think. Her aunt owned a large farmhouse or something there, but my dad says it's all gone to shit now."

"Near Plymouth? Do you know where exactly?"

"I didn't really pay much attention but I think mum said Lewdown or something like that."

"I've no idea where that is. My uncle lives in Okehampton, it isn't so far from Plymouth. Only 'bout an hour by car."

"It's still far from Northampton. Where you'll be. I wish we could still see each other after you've been released."

"I know. I'd love that too. But I'm still here for the next four months. Who knows, we might hate each other before then."

"I doubt that, Beau. I really do."

The police had picked up Colt from his house and seized both his old computer and his newer laptop as well as his three smartphones. They found the images Bryan had told them about, several copies of them in various locations on all the phones and the computers. It didn't take much persuasion to get the teenager to confess having been the photographer and he ratted on the five men who had bought copies of the images from him. This meant the police now had four new people to question, as they had already charged the fifth one for possession of indecent pictures.

The detective who had interviewed Bryan was most annoyed with the fact they couldn't go after the men who had paid to have sex with the small boy. There was simply no evidence to support what Bryan had said about it taking place and while the detective believed every word he heard, it wouldn't hold up in court. There weren't any CCTV cameras in the park and even if there had been, they wouldn't have been able to document what had happened inside the cubicle.

Colt didn't confess to ever having forced Bryan to have sex with anyone, though he had to admit he did have sex with Bryan. He tried to say it had been strictly consensual, that it had in fact been Bryan who had begged the older boy to have sex with him. He couldn't explain why Bryan, if he had wanted it so much, clearly was in distress in the pictures, Colt had taken during the act. At least once Colt had documented his own crime. Furthermore it didn't matter at all, whether Bryan had agreed to let the teenager have sex with him or not, the small boy was well below the age of consent.

When questioned about the death of Lewis, Colt denied ever having set foot in the park, certainly not at or around the time of Lewis' death. He claimed he had never so much as met the poor little boy, Bryan had so brutally murdered. Those two claims became his downfall. The NCA had looked at every little bit of forensic evidence from the previous investigation with new eyes. There were some things that had been unexplainable, but it hadn't seemed so important back then as the accused had admitted the crime.

One of the seemingly not so important things had been a shoe print found close to where Lewis had been found. It could've been from a person who had been there before the incident, but it had rained the night before. Since the death of Lewis had occurred at 13:00, it left only a very little window of time where the person could have left his shoe print behind. Mere hours really, which in any murder case would've been enough for the investigator to want to identify the person. If not the killer, it could have been a witness.

It just so happened that Colt had a pair of shoes that would leave a matching shoe print. But the shoes were more worn three years later of course, so it wasn't a perfect match. However, DNA had been found on Lewis. Bryan's of course, since he had been touching the small boy when he'd wanted to help him, but other DNA had been found as well. The police had also found Lewis' mother's DNA on his clothing, likely from when she had helped him get dressed that morning.

They had also found DNA they hadn't been able to identify. But it had been explained by Lewis attending school that day. This old DNA sample was now compared to a fresh DNA sample taken from Colt. It was a 99.99% match. Colt's legal counsel had come up with some farfetched explanation of Bryan having had some of Colt's DNA on his body or clothes and that it had been transferred to Lewis during their fight.

Though something like that was actually possible, it just couldn't have happened as Bryan was wearing his newly washed uniform and had bathed the night before as per his mum's instructions. She had actually entered the bathroom while he was sitting in the bathtub to make sure he was indeed following her order.

The evidence along with the questioning of Bryan via live feed video from another room at the court house was enough for the jury to reach a unanimously verdict of Colt being guilty of Lewis' unlawful death. They also found him guilty of producing and selling indecent images of not only Bryan but indeed also Lewis. Colt hadn't taken many photographs of the wee lad, but two showing the small boy peeing while his penis was being held by Colt, were clearly indecent.

Bryan was, in a later trial, found not guilty of causing the unlawful death of Lewis. However, he had made it possible for Colt to kill the little boy by abducting him from the afterschool activities center. The judge found him guilty of the abduction, but ordered the young boy released from prison immediately. Bryan had been more than adequately punished for his crime.

It was with a very heavy heart, Bryan bid his boyfriend goodbye with a quick but tender kiss, right in front of everyone in the wing.

"I'll write, I promise. I'll send you a letter every day until you get released. Send me your home address so I can still send your letters when you're free."

Beau tried to keep up his appearance, but he couldn't. The love of his life was walking away from him, staggering under the weight of the carryall with all his clothes. The escorting guard was carrying a large box with the rest of the small boy's belongings. Beau openly cried when the door to the wing closed. He was most certain he'd never meet anyone remotely like Bryan again.

Chapter 60
First real tie

"Bryan, I know it must be hard, but you have to go to school."

Bryan was in his bedroom, his own, at his house, back in Winlaton. He was in his pyjamas, standing next to his bed, looking at the chair where his mum had put his uniform in the evening. The one he hadn't worn for almost three years. It had been slightly too large then, would probably be slightly too little now. But he didn't want to find out if he'd fit into it at all.

"But mum! There's only six weeks left of term. I don't understand why I can't just carry on with the home schooling until summer. It's not like there are any exams or anything."

"Oh sweety. You know both dad and I have to work. We have to make enough money to pay the builders. We only have two months left before we have to pay for the renovations."

"I'm thirteen, I can stay at home by myself and study."

"You most certainly cannot stay at home by yourself. What if something happened?"

"I know what to do. I'll walk next door and ask for help. Or I'll phone you or dad. I'm not a little boy anymore."

"You're not going next door. That vile old woman! If you knew the things she has said about me and your father. And you for that matter. No, you're going to school and that's final."

"I'd sooner go back to prison than to St. Matthews. I don't know anyone there anymore. I didn't even know anyone there back then. I'll just be the kid who went to prison for killing a little boy. Mum! You can't make me go back there."

"If there were any other options, and no, don't start about you being old enough to mind yourself, you're not, then I'd consider them. But for the next six weeks you will go to St. Matthews every day and don't even think about skipping school. I've told them to keep watch on you. Now, get dressed and come down for breakfast. You're running late."

Bryan wanted desperately to shout at his mum as she walked away. He knew it would be of no use though. He sighed deeply and took his pyjamas off. As he had gotten used to while in prison, he didn't wear any underwear under it.

He looked at the chair, wasn't surprised to see the little tight white briefs laying on top of the white undershirt along with the black ankle socks. The light blue button down shirt with the school crest hung on a hanger on the backrest, the navy blue slacks on the same hanger, underneath the shirt. The stupid clip-on tie hung pathetically over the shoulder of the shirt and his polished black shoes were sitting under the chair. To finish the picture, a second hanger held the navy blue blazer.

Angrily Bryan picked up the briefs, but reconsidered and went to his cupboard. He had unpacked the things he had brought home from the prison himself, amongst them were his boxer briefs. Well, not all of them, he had given Beau two. The ones that had been the messiest. Beau had asked for those specifically and Bryan had let the older boy have them.

Bryan stepped into the clean boxer briefs, almost sobbed as he realised Beau wouldn't spunk on his willy before he pulled them up. It had been one of their rituals, one that Bryan had initially thought utterly disgusting, but now he missed it terribly. With the bright coloured Transformers boxers pulled up tight, he put on his socks before getting into the rest of his school clothes. He finished by putting on the gold/blue striped tie, but the elastic was much too worn to hold the tie knot where it was supposed to be.

"Fucking piece of shit!"

He searched for his other tie, but couldn't find it. Then suddenly remembered he had been wearing it on the day of his arrest.

"Aw, bend me over and fuck me sideways! This fucking sucks!"

The small boy tore at the tie, tried to get the little clip that held the sagging elastic around his neck to let go so he could adjust the elastic.

"Oh great! That's a fucking detention on my first day back in school!"

The clip had broken off and Bryan had no idea how to fix that. Knowing his mum would throw a fit for having to pay for a new tie with only six more weeks left of school, he quickly slipped onto the floor and dove in under his bed. He hoped his secret hiding place hadn't been discovered by his parents. He found the thick envelope where he had left it, squeezed in between the wooden bed lamella and the mattress. It was a box spring mattress so even if his mum had changed the sheets, she wouldn't have been able to see the envelope full of £5 notes.

Having no idea of how much a new school tie would set him back, he pulled out twenty of the notes.

I'm getting a proper tie. No more clip-on crap for me.

He put the envelope back in place, it felt just as thick as before.

Knowing he was seriously running late by then he hurried down the stairs, picked up his extremely light schoolbag and yelled goodbye to his mum while exiting the front door. He ran most of the way to school, only stopping when a stitch told him he was badly out of shape. He hadn't done much running, or any exercising other than having sex, during his time in prison. Still he walked hurriedly, never minding the other kids or people he met along the way. He only stopped, out of breath when he had gotten inside the small office at the school.

A new tie set him back £20, but it was a proper tie. He was excited when he picked up the new tie, in its cellophane packing, right up until he realised he had no clue whatsoever of how to put it on.

"Sorry, miss. Do you know how I put it on?"

"There are instructions on the cardboard inside. I can't help you more than that."

Bryan quickly tore into the wrapping, and there, covered by the tie, was the cardboard that had held the package rigid. There were instructions, as promised, with small pictures of how to put it on.

Right, I need a mirror for this.

He walked to the boy's room, while quickly checking his watch to see how much time he had until class.

10 minutes! And I forgot to ask where I'm supposed to go. This is grand!

There were no one in the boy's room fortunately, it smelled and looked clean, which it surely wouldn't do at the end of the day. But right then, early in the morning, nobody had used the facilities. Bryan didn't either, all he really needed was a mirror and a place to put the instructions so he could read them while handling the tie.

So, start by putting the tie loosely around your neck, narrow end over your right hand shoulder. Wider end should hang lower than the narrow. Place the narrow end under the wider end. Fold the wider end around the narrow end and pull it through the loop you've just created. Fold the wider part clockwise behind the knot… The fuck? Who wrote these instructions? A Chinese who used google to translate to English? This makes no sense at all.

The door opened and in entered one of the sixth form boys. His uniform was more like that of a business man, dark grey slacks and a black blazer that looked so much more mature than the one Bryan wore. The older boy, almost a man, went over to one of the urinals and started peeing. Bryan ignored him, he had to get the long length of cloth turned into a tie that looked at least somewhat properly done up.

"Your first real tie?"

Bryan nearly jumped at the deep voice from the older boy.

"Yes. I can't figure out how to put it on."

"Yeah, it can be rather tricky until you learn how. Let me finish here and I'll lend you a hand."

"Thanks."

The 17 year old took the tie and placed it around his own neck.

"Alright. Oh, wait, need to make it a bit shorter. You're not as tall as me."

Bryan tried to see what the boy did, but he worked his hands and fingers as quick as a magician and suddenly there was a tie. One with a perfect looking double Windsor knot and everything. The boy tugged at the knot, making the loop larger and slid the tie over his head and handed it to Bryan.

"Here, try that for size."

Bryan slid it over his head, and tried to work the knot up to where it was supposed to sit. Just below his Adam's apple, well, where it would've been if he had one. He tugged at the wrong end something the older boy pointed out.

"That looks acceptable. Now, when you take it off after school, just do what I did and loosen it, don't yank too hard on it though or it'll get undone. Then you'll have to retie the knot. Sorry, but I'm getting late for class. So are you."

"Oh shit! Thanks man."

"Such language! Anyway, you're welcome," the helpful older boy laughed.

Bryan hurried back to the office and asked for where his class was. He made it to the classroom, entered the door just as the bell rang.

He saw the familiar faces of kids he'd never expected to see again. But they were somehow different than he remembered them to be. Then it struck him.

They've all grown even bigger now.

"Look, it's the pipsqueak! Hide your wee brothers. He may kill them too!"

Bryan didn't see who had said it, but he didn't have to look to know that the entire class was watching him. He moved to the back of the room walking as close to the wall as he could.

Dear Beau.

I hope you're fine, we only had so little time to say goodbye. I didn't know I'd get released so quickly after Colt's trial. It was only a couple of days and it just wasn't enough time to properly say goodbye. I only hope it wasn't really goodbye, but more like a see you soon.

I miss you so much! I wish I was still with you in prison. My mum made me go to school today and it was just awful. Everybody knows who I am and what I've done. Nobody has talked to me, but I could hear them whispering about me. They call me the baby killer. I don't know if they mean I'm a baby and a killer or that I killed a baby. Both are wrong as you know, but I didn't tell them. They all think I'm a pervert who wants to rape their little brothers and then kill them.

The school wants to move me to another year. One with kids my own age, maybe even a year younger so I won't feel so much out of place. It doesn't really matter to me though. There's only six more weeks of the term left and then we're moving. It IS Lewdown we're moving to. Not the town itself, but close to it. I've seen pictures of my new house. It isn't a house at all! It's a freaking mansion. With walls made from boulders and everything.

It looked like a ruin in the pictures, no windows and roof partly caved in but dad told me the builders have done a great job restoring it. Not all of it though, that would take years, only enough so we can actually live there.

I don't know if I'll like it there at all though. It's really far out in the country side, where the cows must wear license plates and people do their shopping runs by tractor. I've simply no idea of what to do there. Pick up farming? I'd rather kill myself than shovel cow shit all day long. But, at least nobody will know who I am there. I'll just be another kid and I can't explain how much I long for that to happen.

I really wish you'd be able to move to Lewdown with me. Please let me know when you get out. I'll come visit you in Northampton. I've my own money to pay for the train ticket. I miss the things we did together. I still have the contract and it's still valid. I'm all yours, now and forever!

Lots of love and kisses,

Bryan

Dear Bryan.

Just how big is this 'new' house of yours? You made it sound like an old castle.

The days are really boring now. As you know, there's still two months to go before I can walk out of here like you did. My mum is literally shitting herself, people have put up posters warning about me returning to the neighbourhood. They made it sound like I'd hide in a bush and kidnap the first kid I ever saw and I'd rape him. You know I'd never do that. I'd only rape you, but only because I know you want me to. I have my copy of the contract too. I'm keeping it.

I hope we can meet some day soon, but I really don't think it's such a good idea for you to travel on the train for so long on your own. What would your parents say? Right, I can already hear you telling me you're 13 and how smart you are. And it's true, you are clever, fucking brilliant really. But, your body is still the size of an 8 year-old unless you grew 10 inches [25 cm] overnight (please tell me, you're still the Bryan I saw leaving). You're not big enough to defend yourself if someone would want to hurt you. And you're so cute that you could make a nun want to break her vow of chastity.

Promise you won't try something so stupid as to travel from Lewdown to Northampton on your own. We'll think of a way to meet, maybe I can visit my uncle during the holidays. Remember I told you he lives in Okehampton?

I have to go eat dinner soon so I'll finish here.

I love you!

Beau.

Bryan carefully folded the letter from Beau back up. It was like he had heard Beau's voice saying the words as he read them. He had been horrified to read about the posters. At least nobody in Winlaton had done that, but they would've scarcely had the time to do so. His release had happened so unexpectedly, from one day to another almost. The worry for his boyfriend was momentarily replaced by anger, when he read the accusation of appearing to be no more than eight years old.

That's SO not true. I look like I'm ten, not eight. You don't have to overstate it, dumb prick!

But, he had been moved into year 5.

I'm probably the only kid who ever got moved from year 10 to year 5.

The kids in year 5 were three and four years younger than him, but he didn't stand out too much. He had to wear his old primary school uniform, but the only real difference from the secondary school uniform was the trousers. Instead of navy blue, the primary school boys wore charcoal grey coloured trousers with the option of wearing shorts in summer. Everything else was exactly the same.

The younger kids didn't share the same level of hostility towards Bryan as the older ones in the secondary part of the school. Mostly because the kids weren't any larger than Bryan and they all knew he had been in prison so they dared not tease him. They were curious, yet kept their distance, at least the first couple of days. They knew Bryan had been in prison and only bad people went to prison.

The first PE class changed it somewhat. They had played footy and though it had been some time since Bryan had last kicked a ball, he had learnt a thing or two when he had played with the other kids in prison. Charley had taught him a few tricks and his ball control had improved quite substantially.

In that PE class, Bryan had been assigned the spot of defensive midfielder. A key position that he would never have been selected for playing if he had been back in his old year 10 class. It had been during an attack by the opposing team where he had intercepted a pass from one player to another and stolen the ball. He managed to dribble past two defensive players before kicking the ball at the goal. His left foot hit the ball exactly right with an instep kick and it went flying over the goalie who had no chance of catching the ball.

Bryan, who had fallen to land on his right side, watched the white ball as it sailed through the air, hoping he'd score his ever first goal. The ball hit the crossbar with a fairly loud sound and bounced over the goal. But the boys on both teams were still impressed of how Bryan had managed to get by two defenders and the well-executed half-laying instep kick. Later in the dressing-room, while the boys changed back into their uniforms, one of them, shyly but genuinely interested, had asked him what prison was like.

"Not very nice at all," Bryan said.

That was all the little boy wanted to know. Bryan had just confirmed everything the boy had thought prison to be. The two of them ate lunch together that day and every remaining day of the school term. Other than being schoolmates, their relationship didn't evolve much though. Bryan found the boy charming and fun, a bit childish but in a good way.

The academic part of school was relatively easy for Bryan. The class he had joined was working on an interdisciplinary project, one that would eventually end with a school play. The project involved using most of the knowledge the pupils had amassed in primary school. The main theme was about ancient Egypt, something Bryan was interested in, if only because the country was located on the same continent as South Africa. What was intriguing to the young teen, was the fact that there had been slaves in Egypt.

The history book he read didn't say anything about some of them being held slaves for sex, but Bryan of course knew some things were considered inappropriate, certainly for a Catholic school. Still, if the Egyptians had used slaves for building the pyramids and pretty much everything that required hard labour, surely someone must have had slaves for other things too. Why not sex?

He wondered what live would've been if his sole purpose was to do whatever he was told. Only being taught was what essential for him to be able to do that one thing. Like chipping away at a stone, forming it into a perfect rectangle. Only to begin chipping away on a new one when he had finished the first.

It must have been a simple life. Boring, but simple.

After-school clubs were everything but simple for Bryan. He had snuck away from them so easily prior to going to prison, but now the teachers kept a real close eye on him. Well, to be fair, it wasn't just him the teachers watched closely, but he couldn't help but feel they watched over him like hawks. It took him a few days to get used to, then he was able to just sit quietly in a corner reading a book. His mum had signed him up for homework club, but there wasn't really any homework to be done.

He simply had to attend school so his parents would know where he was during the day. That he was safe and wouldn't get into trouble again. The after-schools clubs finished at 4:45PM, meaning his mum would be home when he got home. Bryan didn't linger around school after the clubs had finished, walked straight home like his mum had told him to. He wasn't exactly grounded, at least not officially, but he never ventured farther from the house than to the front gate to the garden.

Every night he would compose a letter to Beau and put it in the mailbox on the way to school the following morning.

Dear Beau.

I know you don't want me to travel to Northampton on my own, but I really do miss you a lot. I miss your kisses and all the other stuff you did to me, you know what I mean. Remember the letters are probably monitored, so don't write anything specific about it. Mostly, I just miss having you around. It's strange sitting at my desk writing this letter and not being able to turn my head and see you sitting on my bed playing games.

I hope it isn't too boring in there for you. Did you ever get a PS2 after I was released? I remember how you'd swear at GTA, when it wouldn't do like you wanted. Oh, you've probably completed it by now. When you get out, I'll get the newest PS or Xbox and you can sit and play the newest GTA while I study. You wouldn't even have to sit on my bed, I have a nice comfy chair in front of my TV.

You're being released only a week after summer hols start. Do you have any plans yet? As you know, I'm moving to Lewdown, now I know when we're moving. It'll be on the Monday after the hols start. My mum is already after me to pack my things, or she'll do it for me. She has begun packing my clothes already. The winter stuff anyway. I know you'd rather want me to stay little forever, but I really hope I won't be able to fit most of my winter clothing when winter comes. It's almost June, and my 14th birthday is in October. Well you know that already of course. But it really sucks looking 10 when I'm really 13 years and almost 7 months old.

Write soon, okay? The stupid sleeping pill that my mum insists I must take, is making me sleepy now. She's worse than the guards ever were!

Your boyfriend,

Bryan.

Chapter 61
The phone call

Beau read the letter again. Bryan had written it three days earlier and the small boy was right, he had finished GTA III. The missions in it anyway. Now, he'd only play it to aimlessly drive or walk around and kill people on a whim. Or fuck hookers in his car. You couldn't really see any action, but the car would bounce up and down while some serious moaning could be heard. It reminded him of the times when he had fucked Bryan. The small boy had done some serious moaning too when he had been fucked hard in his little tight arse.

If only you were here right now, you'd be moaning again.

Only Bryan wasn't there, so Beau had to take matters into his own hands. After he had calmed down from his orgasm, he checked the time. It was almost 3PM and his mum ought to be waking up, getting ready to go to the pub where she worked as a waitress. She worked evenings and somewhat into the night, making just enough money to pay for the rent and the ready meals she ate plus the cigarettes and occasional hash.

He knew about the hash, was slightly curious as to why she'd fill her lungs with the sickly smelling smoke. Only to cough in that strange way she always did, while trying to keep as much of the smoke in her lungs for as long as possible. His uncle had threatened to kick his arse if he started smoking hash before 18. It was the same with getting drunk, he couldn't do that until 18 either, but getting a little tipsy wasn't a problem. He had been drinking a pint with his uncle. In the pub, sitting in one of the booths where nobody could see him.

Beau went to the corridor, sat himself in one of the two phone booths and picked up the receiver. He went through the by-then well-known routine of punching in his inmate number and pin, before dialling 1 for calling his mum. She was the only one on his approved callers list. He would've liked Bryan to be on it too, but that would've required consent from both his mum and one of Bryan's parents. Besides, the voice that explained that all calls would be recorded and could be listened to in the event of suspicion or some other shit, was rather discouraging to Beau.

What's the point in talking to my BF if we can't say what we really want to? I'd probably just slip my tongue and tell him how I'd fuck his lovely tight arse.

"Hi mum! It's Beau."

"Beau! How're you?"

"About ready to leave this place. I can't wait to get out."

"Right. I know you must be really excited but I'm afraid it won't be as nice as you'd expect."

"Why? Oh, you mean the stupid posters?"

"Well, it's not only posters anymore. Last night people were having a march, with torches and everything, protesting against you coming back to live here. Oh, Beau I really wish you hadn't done what you did or at least had the bloody sense to keep it a secret. Never mind that now. We just have to get the best out of a really bad situation."

"I'm sorry, mum. I never meant for all of this. I didn't know people would be so offended by it."

"It's not entirely your fault. Maybe I didn't raise you well enough. I did the best I could, mind you. I just never would've thought you'd do those things to a little kid. He was only eight for crying out loud! Couldn't you at least have done it with someone your own age?"

"Mum, please. Let's not go there again. I've learnt my lesson."

"I hope you have. But I fear the hard part is waiting for you. You'll have to look people in the eyes now and they haven't forgotten or forgiven you. Some probably never will. If only I had enough money to send you to a boarding school in some remote part of Scotland or something like that."

"No! I want to be with you, mum. It's bad enough having been in prison for 20 months, don't send me to a boarding school for the next three or four years."

"Don't worry, Beau. I don't have enough money and your school merits just aren't up to standard to get a scholarship. Maybe your musical skills could've gotten you one, but not now. We're stuck with each other."

"Uh. I'm thinking, if Northampton doesn't want me to move back, couldn't we move away from it?"

"I wish we could. But, you know I don't have any skills. It took me ages to find and get the job at The Hound."

"There's got to be other jobs you can manage. Just consider it, please. I really don't want to live in fear of being beat up every time I leave the house. Maybe I could go live with Uncle Andy for some time?"

"We can't impose on his hospitality. I know you adore him and he likes you, but he's a pensioner. He can't look after you for a longer period of time."

"Can you ask him? If only for a week or two during the summer holiday. I can mind myself, you know I can. I've done so since I was like seven."

"And look where it got you. In prison! Alright, I'll ask, but only for two weeks. Then we need to think of something more permanent. Maybe you're right, maybe we should move. But where to?"

"Why not Devon? It's nicer there anyway. And closer to Uncle Andy."

It's also closer to Bryan, but I really can't say that!

"You do need a male role model. If only your father hadn't been such a prick! Sorry."

"It's okay. Listen mum, my account is really low on money, I have to hang up soon. But, could you hear Uncle Andy if he'll take me and let me know when?"

"I have to get ready to go to work soon. I'll send him a text tonight if I have a free moment. Otherwise I'll send him one in the morning. Now, do mind yourself, Beau. I'll try to be there when you get released. If I can't, I'll surely be home when you get here. The prison should take care of your trip home. Ask them, I know you can make it home on your own."

"Yes, I can. I hope you'll make it here though. Don't forget to text Uncle Andy, please!"

"I won't. Be a good boy now, Beau. I love you."

"I love you too, mum. Bye."

"Goodbye son."

Beau checked his account after hanging up. £2.14 was all he had left.

Hi Bryan!

Good news at last! My mum talked to my Uncle Andy. He lives in Okehampton. I'm sure I told you that already. I'm going to stay at his house for two weeks. He'll come pick me up on June 10th. I'm sure I can come visit you in your mansion, if your parents would let me sleep over? Do they even know we're 'mates'? I haven't told my mum about you yet, sorry. I'll tell her soon. I just don't want to do it on the phone. So it has to wait until I get out.

I'm trying to talk her into moving away from Northampton. My friends from before are all gone. Well, they're still in Northampton I guess, but they won't talk to me. They'd probably rather want to beat me to a pulp. I'd love to be able to start over like you have. What's it like in Lewdown? Got run over by a cow yet? I can't wait to hear from you again, but don't write after the 28th, any letter sent later than that will not make it here until I've already left.

Hugs

Beau.

Chapter 62
High visibility

Bryan had found a hatch to the loft space. It was in a part of the old mansion that still hadn't been renovated yet and the young boy felt every bit like an archaeologist exploring the old ruin. He had to tread carefully, some of the boards that made up the flooring were so rotten he'd go right through if he put his weight on them. And the more than four meters [13 ft] long fall would surely break every bone in his body if he was to fell from the loft to the stone floor underneath it.

To the young explorer's great disappointment, there wasn't a big old treasure chest to be found in the loft. Instead, he startled a couple of pigeons who suddenly flew away from their nests. Bryan let out a short shriek and quickly took a step back. The old ¾ rotten-through planks that made up the flooring protested to the sudden shift in weight they had to support. A long loud creak told Bryan he had better move quickly.

With a thumping heart he decided he had pushed his luck enough for that day and carefully worked his way back to the hatch. The long aluminium ladder left behind by the builders was right where he had put it. It had taken him a fair amount of time and all of his strength to heft the ladder up the wall and finally have it sit poking through the hatch. He quickly climbed down to the safer ground level of the old mansion.

He knew he couldn't just leave the ladder like that, his dad had sternly warned him not to mindlessly explore the ruins of the mansion. Bryan had found the two piece extension ladder outside, nowhere near the loft entrance hatch, and leaving it inside would be an undeniable evidence of his failure to obey the order.

Bryan tried to lift the ladder by the lowest rung, but it was much too bulky for the boy to handle like that. All he managed to do was push it into an unstable position and all of a sudden the 6 meters [20 ft] long ladder came tumbling down with a very loud metallic sound that echoed through the mansion. It left Bryan with a ringing noise in his ears that wouldn't disappear until well into the evening. Fortunately for the small boy he had been home alone, so his dad never found out what he had been up to.

Beau-man!

You'll never believe what I've been doing today. I went swimming in a lake. The water was bloody cold but it was great fun. I can't wait until you go to your Uncle's. I looked up Okehampton on Google maps and it's only 14 miles [20 km] from where I live. I could ride my bike and get there in like an hour and a half. It isn't far at all! There's even a bus I could take.

What's it like being back in Northampton with your mum? I can't believe it'll only be a week before we can see each other again. I didn't want to write it in my letters to you while you were in prison, but I've been doing the things you told me. Every day I've cleaned my bum in the morning, well I've slipped a couple of times when I ran late for school. But other than that, I've kept it clean for you. And I've brushed my teeth too, three times every day. Not after lunch when I was at school, it would be too weird being the only one in the boy's room brushing his teeth.

I suppose I ought to be punished for when I've slipped, but I'll leave it up to you. You can do whatever you want to do to me when you get here.

I'm really excited!

Your boyfriend

Bryan.

"Is this Bryan?"

"Beau?!"

"Yes! Oh it's lovely to hear your voice again. Thanks for sending me your number. It's much better to talk to you than write."

"So, are you with your uncle in Okehampton now?"

"Yes. Listen, we can't really meet here. How about I catch the bus and come to yours?"

"Uh. Well, sure! Only, I haven't told my mum and dad about you yet. I guess I should, eh?"

"You better. I can sleep over on the weekend. If it's okay with you and your parents."

"You know it's more than okay with me. I've never had anyone sleeping over before. I'll ask when they get home from work. It'll be a couple of hours. I'll ring you when I know, okay? Oh, better give me your number, it doesn't show on my phone."

"It's unlisted. Had to get a new number, so many people sent me texts and rang me to say they wanted to do horrible things to me. Don't worry about that though. Everything is fine now. Make sure to ask, I don't want to get there on Friday and your parents not knowing about me. Uncle Andy knows you're my boyfriend, that's part of the reason I don't want you to visit me here."

"Oh? Why?"

"I'll explain when we're lying in bed on Friday. Right, ring me back when you got any news. Gotta run now."

"Okay, Beau. I love you!"

"I love you more."

"Not fair, but it'll take too long to argue with you. Talk to you soon."

"Bye."

Bryan added the number Beau had given him to his contacts in the mobile phone. It was the one Bryan had prior to being imprisoned. Which meant it was ancient, but at least it worked. He wanted to ring his mum straight away, but thought she'd be very annoyed if he interrupted her at her new workplace when it wasn't an emergency. It was important, but nothing that couldn't wait for a couple of hours. Okay, two hours and 12 minutes to be precise. It would also give Bryan time to prepare what he wanted to say and how to say it.

Do I plead or do I demand? Maybe bargain for it? But what could I do to let them see my boyfriend? Oops, I can't call Beau my boyfriend. Not when mum and dad can hear it.

"Mum, dad?"

He had waited even longer than until his mum had come home from work. He had even helped her carry in the groceries from the boot of the car. But the time hadn't been right and he didn't want her to be able to say how she didn't know and he should ask his dad for permission. No, it was better to wait for when they all sat at the small dining table in the kitchen.

Both parents looked at their son.

"I've a friend who I'd like to have over. On Friday. And Saturday and Sunday too. For the weekend I mean. Is that alright with you?"

"Who's this friend? We've not heard you say anything about making any new friends since we moved here," his mum asked.

"That's because I haven't. Have a look around, we're not exactly living in a big city with lots of kids to make friends with. Uh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say it like that. But it's true, though."

"The boy is right, dear. The closest neighbour is miles away. Okay, I'm exaggerating a little, but we are a little isolated out here. So, Bryan, who is this friend of yours?" Bryan's dad asked.

"His name is Beau. I met him in prison. I mean at the center. He's a good kid. We became really close friends and he's helped me a lot. And I him. He lives with his uncle for the next two weeks. In Okehampton. 14 miles [20 km] to the North-East from here."

"I don't know what to say to this. You've never told us about making any friends at the detention center. In fact, you never really told us much about what you did in there."

"I didn't think you'd be interested in knowing how I got strip searched most every day and having to pee in a cup while some man observed me closely. That's only some of it. Do you want to hear more?"

"Bryan! That's quite enough. Can't you tell how upsetting this is to your mum?"

"Sorry, mum. But that's why I didn't tell much of anything. I met Beau almost two years ago and we'd hang out in our rooms whenever we could. We got real close. He's out now too, lives with his mum in Northampton, but is visiting his uncle in Okehampton now. He's fifteen and like I said, a really nice and proper kid."

"I for one, would like to know this Beau a little more before allowing him to spend two nights in my house with my little boy."

"Mum! I'm small, but I'm not little. I'm almost fourteen."

Damn, why do I sound so much like Davey now? I should've just said I'm thirteen.

"Your mum and I'll have a talk about this while you take your bath and get ready for bed," Doug said.

"Alright."

It wasn't alright to Bryan, but clearly it wasn't possible to get them to agree to have Beau spend the weekend. Not straight away. At least they hadn't downright refused it.

"I'll go take my bath now. That'll give you time to talk about it."

"So soon? It isn't even 7 yet."

"Well, you know what they say, 'early to bed and early to rise makes and man healthy, wealthy and wise'. And hopefully grow bigger too."

"Don't be in such a hurry to grow up, Son. You'll only long for your childhood when you get older. When it's time, you'll start growing and then there'll be no stopping it."

Bryan took his plate and glass to the dishwasher, even rinsed the plate before putting it in the machine. This wasn't something he did every day, but that day he knew he had to be on his best behaviour.

Maybe it'll make up for me yapping my mouth about being strip searched and all that.

He spent an hour soaking in the tub, brushing his teeth and putting on his pyjamas. One of the summer ones, thin shorts and a short sleeved shirt. As per usual, he didn't put on underwear underneath. It was much too warm for that anyway. He went down the staircase, enjoying the cool smooth stone steps against his bare feet. Silently he approached the large newly installed kitchen, hoped to be able to eavesdrop on his parents before making his arrival apparent to them.

He couldn't hear anything from the kitchen as he stood there in the broad hallway though. He carefully looked around the doorframe and saw his parents had left the kitchen. The French doors to the patio outside were open, so ever more silently he moved towards them. Both parents looked at him as he once again stuck his head carefully out to sneak a glimpse of them.

"Bryan, if you want to sneak up on us in the future, you have to understand the window panes make excellent mirrors."

"Oops. Busted! Sorry."

"Yes. Oh, and for the love of God, put your slippers on when you walk through the house. You'll only catch a cold if you walk around bare feet."

"Yes, mum. Sorry. Did you decide about Beau coming over?"

"Well, we would like to meet him first. Ask him if he would want to come over Wednesday afternoon and stay for dinner. We'll both be home early, around 4ish. Your father and you will drive him home after dinner."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Bryan blurted out as he hurried to hug his mum.

"Bryan! You'll get splinters in your feet. Alright, that's quite enough of your silliness. Go take your meds and then straight to bed. I'll be up to tuck you in in half an hour."

For once, Bryan happily swallowed the sleeping pill his mum had put out on the kitchen table for him. He hurried back up to his room and called the number Beau had given him.

"Hello?"

It wasn't Beau's voice he heard when the phone was finally picked up. It was an older male voice.

"Uh, hi, can I talk to Beau please?"

"He's not really able to come to the phone right now. Who's this?"

"Oh, sorry, my name is Bryan."

"Ah, Bryan. Right, Beau's little friend. Well, Beau has already gone to bed. Call back tomorrow morning."

Bryan looked at his phone after it went dead. It could only have been Beau's uncle who had answered it. But what did he mean about Beau having gone to bed already? It was only half nine in the evening. Beau had always stayed up to half eleven in the prison. Well, that's what he had said anyway. Maybe he had lied to Bryan, though the small boy didn't really believe that.

That's strange. I've got to ask Beau about that in the morning.

"It's true, I did go to bed early last night. I was really tired. Sorry. What did your parents say about me spending the weekend?"

"Well, they said they want to meet you first. So I'm to invite you to come over tomorrow afternoon and stay for dinner, then my dad and I'll drop you off at your uncle's after."

"Oh. That's cool! I think I can do that. I just have to check the bus schedule."

"I already did. If you get on the bus leaving Okehampton at 11:50 you'll be at the stop here 29 minutes later. I'll wait for you there. We have to walk about half a mile, I hope you won't mind that?"

"It's going to be great walking with my boyfriend. Oh, did you see how much it costs? I mean the bus fare."

"I did actually. It's 1 pound 70. You have that don't you? I can give you the money you spend on the fare when you get here. I have plenty."

"No, Bryan. That isn't necessary. I got it covered. I might not be as well off as you are, but I do have a bit more than just £1.70."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you."

"None taken. I'll see you tomorrow at 20 past 12 or so. I think I know where to get off the bus, I'll just ask the driver to make sure I don't miss my stop."

"Good idea. I'll be there, though. You can keep a look out for me."

"You best be wearing some kind of high visibility vest or something then."

"Why? It'll be in the middle of the day."

"Oh, but you're so small I might not see you."

"Haha! You're killing me. Anyway, I can't wait to see you again even if you're being mean to me."

"It'll be great. I can hardly wait myself."

The next day, Bryan set off towards the bus stop a full hour before the bus was set to arrive with Beau on it. He just couldn't wait any longer. He had picked up his room and vacuumed it, even though it had been as clean as always. He just wanted everything to be perfect. That, and he hadn't been able to sit quietly and wait for time to pass. He had gone to bed early the previous night, just to make time go by quicker. What he hadn't factored in was him waking up at 5 AM unable to go back to sleep.

That was even earlier than his parents got out of bed he realised as he went down to the kitchen hoping for his mum to have breakfast ready on the table. He had to wait half an hour before the sleepyheads finally woke up and another 30 minutes for breakfast to be served. 6:30 AM his parents had left the house, telling him to stay out of trouble, as they always did.

He briefly wondered why they thought he was suddenly old enough to stay at home alone now. It was like the final frontier of the known world out here. The mailman didn't deliver the mail to the door like they had done in Winlaton instead their mailbox was all the way at the end of their property. Even the garbage collectors wouldn't come to the house. Instead his dad had to take the bin to the end of the road every Tuesday morning and then bring it back in the evening.

His dad had even threatened Bryan that it would be the small boy's responsibility to lug the empty bin back to the house when he'd return from school. At least it had wheels, so it shouldn't be too difficult, but it still meant getting dangerously close to the rather disgustingly smelling bin.

But all this meant Bryan pretty much hadn't seen a living soul except for his parents near his home in the 20+ days they had lived in the big house.

There was the farmer on his tractor out in the field the other day. And the dog walker who walks along the hedge.

He had to use a binocular to see it was an old woman and an equally as old looking border collie that had been walking along the edge of the large plot of land that belonged to his family. The odd couple always came around at precisely the same time every morning at 9:45. He had observed them through the binocular that Wednesday as well, kept the binocular trained on them until they reached the point where the ground sloped and he could see them no more.

Bryan had then spent an hour in his bathroom, making sure his hair sat perfectly, his teeth clean, and, yes you guessed it, had a clean bum for Beau. A bit of deodorant under each of his arms and he was ready to leave. Only, he had much too much time before Beau's bus would arrive and very little to do in it. He held out until 11:20 then decided to start walking.

I'll just walk real slowly, it'll take the better part of an hour then.

Even if he thought he had walked incredibly slowly, almost at the pace of the old woman with her dog, he still made the half mile walk in 15 minutes. He had to sit and wait in the extremely boring bus shed for 45 minutes, before he finally heard the diesel powered bus approaching. He jumped up, but the bus still had a bit to go before it actually pulled into the lay-by and spat out a grinning Beau. As the bus pulled back onto the road, it left two boys in a close embrace in a big cloud of exhaust gasses.

Coughing but still grinning Beau looked closer at Bryan.

"I was only kidding you know?"

"The joke's on you now. You didn't think I'd actually do it huh?"

"I didn't know you had one!"

"I don't. It's not mine. One of the builders must've left it behind."

"Yeah, it does look a bit too big for you. But it makes you look so sweet."

Bryan blushed, making his cheeks almost as easy to see as the high visibility vest he had decided to put on over his polo shirt.

"Right, so lead me to this mansion you reside in now. Must be a proper upgrade to the last big house you lived in?"

"It isn't much really. But it is big! You'll see for yourself. I can't wait until it's been renovated completely. I'll feel like a duke then."

The small boy led the larger boy up the small windy road towards his house. Knowing the way home now, he decided to take a short cut through the meadows. For no reason at all, he started running. Giggling, he ran happily through the long grass, but this time he wasn't alone. Beau gave chase, following closely behind the small boy, laughing every bit as much as him.

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