Responding to the ministrations of Nicky's nimble little tongue Matthew felt himself begin to harden. Sitting up on the bed he gripped the boy by his ears and pulled his head upwards so that the tip of his swollen _c_o_c_k_ was pressing against the lads lips. Nicky eager to please licked it's swollen pink head and ran the tip of his tongue along the narrow slit at it's tip.
"Take it into your mouth," Matthew demanded harshly. The boy's lips parted and Matthew pulled his head forward forcing his _c_o_c_k_ down into his throat. Nicky gagged and pulled back but the man held him firm.
"Get your head back and swallow it," Matthew ordered, "and cover your teeth with your lips you stupid little whore."
Nicky fought back the panic which was in danger of overwhelming him as he choked on the man's swollen prick. He found he could breath and began to move his head so that his lips massaged the throbbing rod that filled his mouth and reached down to the back of his throat. Within his mouth he pressed his tongue up against the hard pulsating man's flesh. He felt Matthews blood surge. He sensed a strange almost metallic taste in his mouth and then his throat was full of the man's seed. Swallowing desperately he sucked on Matthews _c_o_c_k_ as the man's cum jetted into him. Despite his efforts semen trickled from his mouth and down his chin.
Matthew fell back on the bed and rolled on to his side a thigh resting across the side of the boy's head. He sighed contentedly and, sated, fell asleep.
Nicky lay there, his face pressed into the man's crutch, feeling Matthews coarse pubic hair against his cheek, his nostrils full of the stale smell of semen, _s_h_i_t_ and unwashed flesh. He was very sore between the legs where the man had torn him and sore inside as well. He was very frightened, frightened of the man who had so cruelly abused him and in whose power he was. There was no escape and no one he could turn to for help. All he could do was to try to please the man and perhaps in that way win his favour. In time he too slept.
Nicky woke to find the grey light of dawn filtering into the bedroom. He could tell from the sound of the man's even breathing that Matthew was still asleep although his _c_o_c_k_ was already semi- erect.
The pain between his legs was intense. He did not think he could stand Matthew _f_u_c_k_ing him again. But if the man woke with an erection it was very likely that that was exactly what he would wish to do. Perhaps if he took the initiative he could at least preserve his bottom from further assault. He turned his head and ran his tongue the length of the man's _c_o_c_k_. It stiffened further and he took it into his mouth.
Matthew woke to the feel of the boy's lips about his prick. He lay still for a moment enjoying the sensation and smiling to himself with cold amusement. He was perfectly aware of the nature of Nicky's stratagem and had no intention of letting it succeed. Eventually when his penus was fully erect he twisted one hand in Nicky's hair and pulled his face away from his crutch.
"Now," he said quietly, "you're going to be _f_u_c_k_ed."
He swung his legs out of the bed and standing up caught hold of Nicky by the ankles. He flipped the boy over onto his back, pulled him so that his bottom was at the edge of the bed forcing his legs back over his head. Nicky lay there his bum up in the air his bottom wide open. Matthew could see the inside of his thighs and his hole were stained with dried semen and blood. He remembered he had not bothered to clean the boy up after he had _f_u_c_k_ed him last.
"Oh Sir. Please Sir," Nicky pleaded desperately. "Please don't _f_u_c_k_ me Sir. Please. I..I..I..'m so sore Sir. From the last time. Please sir..Please let me suck you instead Sir. I'll do it really well Sir. .. Please Sir..... I promise Sir."
Nicky began to sob.
Matthew held the boy in position for a minute or two, saying nothing, enjoying the boys fear. He decided to _f_u_c_k_ the boy with no further lubrication than the lad's own saliva on his penus. That would really give the boy something to remember.
At last excited almost to the point of orgasm by the Nicky's misery he pinned the lad in place with the weight of his own body and taking aim with his _c_o_c_k_ drove savagely down into the boy. Nicky screamed and writhed under his assault but there was no escape as Matthew hammered his prick into the boy's bottom. Nicky's shrill howls filled the room. For a moment his sphincter held but then Matthew battered his way past it and his shaft was buried to it's hilt in the Nicky's bum. Again and again he thrust down while Nicky impaled on his prick yelled in agony. At last the orgasm came.
Matthew stood up and glared down at the sobbing boy.
"For God's sake you miserable little turd don't make so much fuss. What do you think you're here for except to be _f_u_c_k_ed. Now shut up I want to get some more sleep and I can't with you making so much noise."
Nicky tried to stem his sobbing but the pain was beyond bearing.
"All right if you want it that way. You get in the bathroom where I won't be disturbed by your wailing."
Matthew grabbed Nicky by the back of his neck and hauled him to the door and threw him to the bathroom floor.
"I'll deal with your disobedience tomorrow morning and I'll give you something to really cry about then," he promised slamming the door shut.
Nicky lay on the hard linoleum floor curled into a little ball of naked boy misery. After a time he put a hand to the cleft of his bottom. It felt warm and sticky. He took his hand away and looked at it. The fingers were stained red with blood. He crawled over to the lavatory and gingerly pushed a wad of toilet paper into his bottom in an attempt to stem the bleeding.
Matthew woke again at nine o'clock. He choose a slim leather strap from the selection of instruments lying on the table by the bedroom window. He found Nicky cowering in a corner of the bathroom gazing at him with large terror filled eyes. Ignoring the boy he crossed to the toilet and sat down. Normally he would not have dreamt of relieving himself in the presence of another person but the boy hardly counted. Once seated comfortably he beckoned Nicky to him. The boy came towards him reluctantly.
"Turn round and bend over," Matthew ordered curtly. "Let's see the damage. Spread your legs."
Matthew peeled the wad of toilet paper from Nicky's bum. The boy moaned softly as the mixture of dried blood and cum tugged at his tender broken flesh. Matthew swore sharply as he saw the state of the boy's bottom.
"What do you mean you filthy little slut presenting your bum to me in this state?" he asked angrily. He flipped his finger tips sharply into the cleft of the boy's bottom. Nicky yelped and started away his hands automatically moving to protect his soreness.
"Come back here and kneel down...... Hands by your sides........Now answer my question boy."
"Please Sir....I didn't know I had to Sir....Sir I'm very sorry Sir"
"You should have known you had to you ignorant little whore..... I'll teach you respect for your betters before I've finished with you," Matthew raged as Nicky cowered terrified on the floor in front of him.
"Well get over to the basin boy and clean yourself up now," Matthew ordered harshly.
He sat on the toilet watching Nicky dabbing gingerly at his ravaged bottom. The sight of the boys misery had begun to make him harden.
"Look boy," he said and laughed as Nicky catching sight of his enlarged _c_o_c_k_ began to whimper in fear.
"Go into the bedroom and get down over the end of the bed.," he instructed Nicky.
"Walk like a boy not a _f_u_c_k_ing duck, "he added sharply catching the boy a stinging cut across the back of his thigh with the strap. Nicky squealed and shot out of the room.
Matthew flushed the toilet. Nicky was bent over the bed waiting for him. When the boy heard him enter the room he lifted his bottom up for the strap in a pathetic gesture of submission.
"You are a stupid conceited little tart . You're only use or value is in the pleasure you can give your betters. You are filth ...dirt without rights or protection. You exist to serve and please and obey. You have no rights, nothing. . You seem to think you have some sort of value or importance in the world. You think just because you have a torn backside you are exempt from being _f_u_c_k_ed. You are not."
"On top of that I told you last night to stop crying. You chose to disobey me. Now I am going to teach you a lesson even an animal as stupid and stubborn as you are will never ever forget."
"Sir please Sir...I'm sorry Sir..," Nicky quavered.
"You'll be a good deal sorrier when I've finished with you," Matthew rapped curtly.
He put a hand on Nicky's rump. The boy tensed. He enjoyed for a moment the feel of the boy's smooth cool flesh cool. He took a step back and measuring his distance carefully brought the strap hissing down across the Nicky's defenceless bottom. The skin whitened under the impact and then reddened, deepening to blue and purple at the point where the tip of the strap had caught the boy. Nicky bucked and cried out but managed to maintain position. Over and over again Matthew swung the strap back over his shoulder and then brought it cracking down on the whimpering boy. The room was filled with the sound of the strap singing through the air, of leather striking bare flesh, the cries of the boy, and the thumping of the lads bare feet on the floor as his legs thrashed about uncontrollably in his agony.
At last, out of breath, Matthew stopped. Nicky remained bent over the bed whimpering quietly waiting for permission to abandon position. His bottom was criss-crossed with livid weals.
"On your back on the bed," Matthew ordered. "Knees up by your head and grab hold of your ankles."
Nicky believing he was about to be _f_u_c_k_ed began to cry more loudly. Matthew stood opposite the boys open legs and turned so that his right side was towards the boy. His eyes focused on the boys tiny testicles. Nicky realising what was actually going to be done to him began to howl.
"Sir please Sir...Oh Sir..."
"Stop whining boy. You're putting me off and your balls are so small they're not an easy target to hit."
Matthew flicked the strap sharply down striking Nicky along the open cleft of his bottom. Nicky squealed and loosing his grip on his ankles rolled off the bed onto to the floor. Matthew stared down at him as he writhed in agony at his feet.
"Get back in position," he said quietly once the boy was still.
Nicky dragged himself back to his feet.
"Sir please Sir..." he whimpered as he reluctantly presented his open bum to the strap.
"I didn't give you permission to move. This time I would advise you to stay down until I tell you otherwise."
"Oh Sir ... Please..It hurts so much Sir...Please... I don't know if I can...."
"It's meant to hurt and you must," Matthew replied harshly to the boy's frenzied pleading.
Reluctantly Nicky got back on the bed and tipped his bum up into the air. This time the tip of the strap caught the boy's testicles. Nicky screamed shrilly but managed with a great effort not to roll onto his side.
Matthew took aim again. He caught Nicky exactly where he wanted, on the bottom corner of his hole dislodging the scab that had formed where he had torn him earlier the previous night. Blood began to trickle from the freshly opened wound down the boy's back.
"That's it," Matthew said triumphantly. "OK it's over, up you get. That's given me an appetite for breakfast."
Matthew led Nicky from the room an arm across the sobbing boy's narrow shoulders. Nicky could feel the fresh blood trickling down the inside of his legs.
The dining room was full of men seated in informal groups about a number of separate tables while their boys, all naked after the night's adventures, hurried to and from the side board with plates of steaming food.
Matthew seated himself
"A bowl of cornflakes and two rashers of bacon, fried egg, sausage and a slice of fried bread. Quick now boy." He ordered.
Nicky forced himself into a painful trot. He saw that many of the boys bore signs of misuse on their bodies and especially on their bottoms. Most were bruised, quite a few like him had bled.
When he got back to the table Mr Adams was there also.
"I see you needed to beat the brat. I hope he wasn't too uncooperative," he said to Matthew gently touching Nicky's bruised rump.
"Just a question of training," Matthew replied easily, signalling to Nicky to place the loaded tray on the table in front of him. "Quite enjoyable really but I think he could do with a little further straightening out. He has a funny idea that he is of some importance in the world. Told me he was sore and asked if he could suck rather than be _f_u_c_k_ed."
Matthew laughed indulgently and patting Nicky's bare thigh indicated he was to hunker down on the floor beside him. Nicky obeyed and the man mussed his hair as he chatted with the principal.
"Cheeky little tyke" Adams said with a laugh. "I promise you we'll have knocked all that sort of nonsense out of him before you come down again."
"I'm sure you will have. Let's see next weekend I really must visit my constituency but the weekend afterwards I'll certainly be down."
"And you want the same boy? We've got plenty more for you to choose from if you wish."
"I don't like leaving a job half done. I've still got quite a few little lessons for the lad. Lessons I will enjoy giving him though whether he will enjoy them so much I doubt."
Matthew laughed as Nicky gave a little sob.
"Well we'll have him well in hand for you by then. A fortnight in the potato fields will have broken him for sure."
"All right, thank you now I am going to take him up stairs for his breakfast," Matthew said with a hard laugh. " You are hungry boy, aren't you?"
"Yes Sir," Nicky replied doubtfully there was something in the man's voice that rightly made him fearful. Matthew and Mr Adam laughed .
Matthew took Nicky back to his bedroom. There he had the boy suck him again, that he told the boy was all the breakfast he was going to get, before he packed his bags. Nicky carried his case down to his car, the naked boy, the case banging against the side of his bare leg following the fashionably clothed man down the main stair case into the court yard. Matthew chucked Nicky under the chin, climbed in the car and drove off.
"Boy, here," it was Joe. "What are you doing standing there you idle little sod."
"Sir I was just..."
"You were just hanging around being lazy like you brats always do when you get the chance. At the double now down to the home farm."
"Sir I've got no clothes Sir. Please can I..."
"No you bloody well cannot...move." Joe swung the short strap he held in his hand and lashed Nicky across the shins with it to reinforce his order. The boy yelped and ran off.
At the home farm a tractor its trailer laden with potatoes was just finishing discharging it's load. Nicky was ordered onto it's back.
As soon as the tractor arrived at the potato field a team of boys carrying panniers filled with potatoes began to load it. Another team stooped double moved slowly along behind a second tractor actually picking the potatoes. Two guards, one carrying a whip the other a metal rod which Nicky recognised with a feeling of sick apprehension as being similar to the cattle prod that Mr Adams had demonstrated, supervised the boys.
The panniers were heavy and the boys were having difficulty in lifting them up to the level of the trailer despite frequent applications of the whip and prod to their bare bodies.
A boy, who seemed to be on the point of total exhaustion, tried to lift his pannier and failed, he tried a second time as the guard touched his bottom with the prod. He howled missed his footing and fell scattering his load on the ground. The second guard ran up and lashed him viciously with his whip. Nicky was pulled from the trailer and ordered to get busy collecting the scattered potatoes.
Through out the rest of the day he laboured in the field. He like the other boys was hungry and tired but driven on with remorseless brutality by the guards they worked until dusk. Then they were taken to the side of the field. Buckets of water and boiled vegetables were lifted from a trailer. The guards stood round as the boys hungrily scooped the food into their mouths with their hands. The boys were forced into line and told to sit. A guard moved down the line shackling the boys together by their left ankles. One end of the chain joining the shackles was secured to a gate post. The guards walked off leaving the boys lying on the ground under the hedge. Exhausted they huddled together for warmth.
The guards returned at dawn. Sharp kicks in their ribs and buttocks drove the boys to their feet and breakfastless they were sent back to work. Nicky was with the team picking potatoes. As the day wore on he found it easier to move forward on his knees rather than stooped double. His stomach began to ache. He glanced around desperately. A guard stopped behind him.
"Admiring the view boy? he asked swinging the cattle prod menacingly close to his bare bottom.
"Please Sir I need to go to the toilet Sir."
"Then go boy"
"But Sir it's..."
"Just go and be quick or you'll get this up your arse."
The boy squatted straining on the ground in the open field. After a minute or two the guard lost patience and touched the lad with the cattle prod. Nicky yelped and began to scrabble with his hands in the earth once again.
Day after day Nicky laboured with the other boys in the field. There was nothing to hope for nothing to look forward to. Some time in the future Matthew would return and he would be taken up to the house for the man to enjoy but that was a matter of terror for him. The unremitting toil in the field was preferable to being that cruel man's play thing.
On the fifth day he had a sore throat. On the sixth he began to cough. The cough got worse and on the seventh it was as much as he could do to keep up with the other boys although the guards did their best to help him to do so with frequent cuts of the lash. His chest ached and each time he coughed the pain tore through his lungs. He managed only one mouthful of stew that evening before dragging himself wearily off to the side of the field . He slept little that night.
He had learnt to be ready to get to his feet as soon as his shackles were removed. That way he had a good chance of avoiding a painful kicking. He tried hard that morning. He got to his hands and knees but no further. The guard's boot thudded into his rib cage lifting him bodily from the ground and sending him crashing on to his side. He tried again his hands scrabbling desperately at the damp earth. His strength had gone. The man kicked him again.
"Bring the prod over here," he shouted. "This brat has decided to take a holiday."
Everything seemed to be happening very slowly and a long way off. Even his screams seemed to Nicky to come from a great distance away. Down a dark funnel he could see his own naked body huddled on the ground, the two guards standing over him wielding the cattle prod. He was sucked into a great vortex of pain and blackness. Consciousness came and went and then total darkens.
It was cold, very cold. This surprised him. He always understood it would be very hot but it wasn't. Cold and pain was what he felt. It wasn't fair he thought. He had not always been a good boy. There was the occasion he had altered his marks on his school report and there were other things he had done and things that he had enjoyed which he should not have but he felt he had suffered enough to pay for all that and more. What was the point of being dead if the pain continued? And there was this voice calling his name. Then he realised that it was his name that was being called; not "boy" or "brat" or anything else like that but "Nicky" and it was a familiar voice. One that he had never expected to hear again. He opened his eyes and looked up into Adam's worried young face.
A man wearing uniform moved Adam gently to one side. Nicky was lifted onto a stretcher, a blanket spread over him. Looking round he could see boy's sitting or lying on the ground blankets over their bare shoulders and men in uniform and flashing blue lights.
"We'd better get this one in the ambulance quick," one of the men said and then to Adam, "come along and keep him company if you want." Adam came.
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Angela Thomas was chatting to her father and mother. Nicky had been discharged from hospital that day. Upstairs he and Adam slept in her brothers old bedroom. What was to be done with the two boys still had to be determined but they had been given temporary refuge in her parents home. She hoped that temporary might become permanent. Her own brothers had all but left home both of them being away at university. Her parents were lost with out children about them. The boys desperately needed stability and security. That however was for the future.
"It took longer than we wanted but it wasn't easy to get any sort of action and with the local police involved in the villainy we had to keep them out of the picture."
"And I suppose there were political difficulties with that Minister being involved," her mother said with unusual cynicism.
"Well no quite the reverse actually. We were reporting direct to the Home Secretary and as soon as our surveillance team reported Matthew Ellis was involved there was no holding him. Apparently he had been trying to muscle in on him. You know as some one said in politics while your opponents are in the other party your enemies are in your own."
Later that night Adam was woken by the sound of Nicky crying.
"You all right Nicky?" he asked anxiously
"I just dreamt I was back there," Nicky sobbed.
Adam tiptoed over to the other boy' bed and slipped into it beside him.
"We'll stay together now what ever happens Nicky," he whispered putting his arms around the other boy.
"Yes we will. Mind you there were some funny things, quite nice things really I had to do there sometimes," Nicky remarked.
His old teddy bear fell unnoticed onto the floor.