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A Boy for Hire
A Boy for Hire
Robert A Guy
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He didn’t know what it was that made him wake up so suddenly, but he had lain there in the dark shivering with fright. And then he had heard his mother screaming. That scream had stayed with him for many years afterwards. It had been followed by his father’s voice shouting senselessly, and then two shots had rang out.
He had stayed in bed, paralysed with fear, listening to the intruders as they crashed about the house. He knew they were Russians because they were talking and calling to one another loudly, and their language had many similarities with his native Polish tongue. And then they had burst into his room.
A torch was flashed onto him, and sitting up in bed he had stared directly into the light, too frightened even to blink. He could just make out the outline of a soldier’s uniform, a revolver in one hand, the torch in the other.
The soldier had shouted with drunken laughter and called his friends. They had crowded round his bed, dazzling him with their torches. He had been a very pretty boy and well developed for his age, having spent a lot of time helping his father on the farm, and his brown young body was healthy and fit. He had blond hair, blue eyes and high Slavic cheekbones.
One of the soldiers had put a hand under the bedclothes and touched his warm naked body on the leg. Immediately he had snatched himself away, drawing the clothes up around him, cowering against his pillow. The soldiers, thwarted by his mother who had got in the way of a bullet intended for his father, began to play with him.
There had been four of them, and they had sat on the bed, pushing their hands underneath the bedclothes, feeling, pinching his trembling flesh as he desperately tried to avoid their rough, probing hands. One of them had got his hand up between his legs and began to squeeze his scrotum, laughing loudly when he had clenched his teeth, tears in his eyes.
Getting tired of this they had pulled the bedclothes off his naked body, and getting hold of his feet spread-eagled him in the centre of the bed. He had lain there in the light of their torches, young, vulnerable and very frightened.
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