CHAPTER 2
Heath searched for Len at lunch and finally found him in the middle of a circle of other boys. He sighed, knowing Len probably had everyone enthralled with his wit and his sharp mind. One day Heath was going to have to figure out how Len did it. To Len it came so easily, he was good at everything.
Len was blond and handsome, and he was leaning back against the wall with his thumbs in his belt like the whole cafeteria belonged to him.
“Len? Could I talk with you a few minutes. It’s real important.”
“Sure, Heath. Sorry, guys, but duty calls.” He turned to one of the boys. “And why don’t you call me tonight? We’ll set up a time to get some batting practice in before Saturday.”
The boy smiled like getting special attention from the jock was a privilege. That seemed to end the tiny conference, and all the others drifted away until the two of them were left alone in the corner of the lunch room.
“So shoot, kid, what can old Len do for you? Arrange a date? Pick a out a chick from the girl’s school and she’s yours. It’s about time you were ready.” He waved a hand in the general direction of the girl’s school across town. Len was being malicious and both of them knew it.
Heath didn’t have any interest in girls yet, like he was supposted to. He assumed it would happen eventually, like it had to all his other friends, but at the moment, he didn’t care for them.
“Not that, Len. You know how I’m always late for English? Well, let me tell you what I saw in the principal’s office…”
And he did, in glowing detail. He didn’t leave out a single thing.
“So he’s got him the kid over the desk,” Len said, cutting in with his mouth half full. “Hands tied?”
“Behind his back.”
“Behind his back.” Len put down his sandwich. “And the shorts are down.”
“Down around his ankles.”
“Shorts down around his ankles,” Len said slowly, like he was tasting it. “Go on.”
Heath told him about the ruler. He told him about the welts, and about how long the man took between each one. He told him about the cock coming out of the man’s pants and how it swung, and about the hand on the boy’s cock, and the spit in the palm, and the sound it made going in.
Len’s eyes got wider and wider.
He told him about the sound the boy made. He told him about the hand on the thighs and the boy lifted off the desk and the man grunting like an animal. And then, because he’d gotten this far, he told him about the come on the boy’s thigh at the end of it, the pearl of it rolling down and hanging there.
By the time he finished, Len was almost panting with excitement.
“Wow, Heath. With dope like that on old Stone Face, you can run this whole goddamned school.”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“Hell, boy, I mean you can blackmail that bastard till hell won’t have it. You can graduate out of this pile of bricks with a straight A average. Mr. Elliot is supposed to be the last one to see the grades, you know. He just might change all the grades around a little to keep your mouth properly buttoned shut.”
“I couldn’t do that.”
“Hell, why not? I would. Look, let the slimy son of a bitch get his kicks however he wants, but to spank a student and then fuck him like you said he did — and you couldn’t make anything like this up, since you don’t have the imagination — is going too far. He can get his ass thrown in jail for sure. For a long time. He’d do it. Hell, Heath, you can run this school however you want with power like that over him.”
“No, Len, that’s not what I want. I just wanted to ask you what I should do about it. We can’t let him keep doing that. He might do this to other boys.”
Heath shuddered slightly, thinking how he’d gotten so excited about the idea of being on the receiving end of that raping prick. Then he shoved the idea away as if it might burn him. That was sick. He didn’t really want that at all. It was just a passing imagine.
“Shit, if you won’t, I will. It doesn’t matter who saw him, just that somebody who’ll talk did. I won’t even mention your name. How’s that?”
Len’s face was flushed with excitement, and Heath knew the boy was fully capable of carrying the blackmail through to the finish.
Let him.
In a way Heath was disappointed, but in another way he knew this was probably for the best. He couldn’t hope to carry out a blackmail plan. Len could bluff his way all day long and nobody would be the wiser. Let the whole thing go through on Len’s capable shoulders and to hell with it.
“I can’t stop you,” Heath said. “Okay. Go on, do it. But…” And at the thought forming in his head, he blushed. “But can I watch? You know…”
Len laughed. “We’ll make a fucker out of you yet. You dug watching him put the old prick to the boy, huh? And now you want to watch me rake him over the coals? Sure, why not? In fact, it’ll be better having a witness to it.”
Together they went to Mr. Elliot’s office and scouted it out to make sure he was alone. Then Len pressed forward.
“This is my game from here on out. Wish me luck.”
Heath squeezed his friend’s arm, words refusing to form in his throat. He watched mutely as Len boldly shoved his way into the man’s office and left the door slightly ajar so Heath could get a full view and hear everything going down in the office.
“Haven’t you been told to knock when entering someone’s office, young man?” snapped Mr. Elliot.
“I’m no gentleman, Mr. Elliot, and what we’ve got to say is best said alone. I didn’t want to alert anyone else to the fact I’m here. And I doubt you’re willing to admit I came here, either.”
“Quit talking in circles. What is it you want?”
“To blackmail you,” Len said straight out.
Heath felt a rush of excitement such as he’d never felt before. This was going to work. Len was going to control the principal. What they could do then. The world was opening up in front of him.
“Over what? Cheating on my tax returns? Everybody does that. Those clowns don’t deserve my hard-earned money.”
“I was thinking more about what you did to Stu this morning. You see, I was outside watching while you tied him up and then spanked his naked ass and then fucked the living hell out of him. What would the PTA say? Or the school board? Or even the cops? I understand they’re on a vendetta right now about child molesters. Hell, man, you don’t even need to use the ‘Candy, little boy?’ routine to get all the young things in here to fuck. All you’ve got to do is trump up some violation of the school code against them, then fuck their little asses till you get tired. Yeah, the newspapers would have a field day with this story.”
“Unless…” the principal prodded.
“Unless you can convince me I should forget it. I don’t ask much. Not money or anything like that. Just a few extra privileges. Like no more detention study hall, straight A’s, being able to cut class whenever I feel like it. Those are the starters.”
“Yeah, I guess they would be. You know, I’ve been a principal for quite a few years and I’ve had a lot of students think they could get away with blackmailing me. Not a one of them made it. You know why?”
Heath’s heart leaped to his throat as he spied on them from the outer office. Mr. Elliot wasn’t the least bit upset over what Len had said to him. He wasn’t reacting the way Heath thought he would. He didn’t look fearful or ashamed of what he’d done. If anything, a more cunning look crept into his eyes.
“Why?” came Len’s weak response. He, too, knew that something had gone wrong. He couldn’t put his finger on exactly what it was, but he knew it might be fatal for him in the long run.
“This is a bag of heroin. Not worth a whole lot. Maybe a thousand dollars or so. You think that’s a lot of money. To me it’s worth getting rid of a blackmailing student. I plant it in your locker and call the cops and you’re in jail. Who’s going to listen to a dope pusher trying to incriminate the upstanding man who put the finger on him? You can rant and rave about me fucking every boy in the school — and I might actually get around to doing that — and nobody will ever listen to you.”
“You wouldn’t do that,” Len said, without much conviction. He knew Mr. Elliot would — and maybe had. A couple of boys had been busted for pushing dope, and Len would’ve bet anything they were the last ones in the world to do such a lousy thing. Now it was all explained. They’d gotten something on Mr. Elliot and he’d removed them.
“Don’t make book on it, boy. Now that we know what each other is capable of doing, let’s discuss what your punishment should be for trying to do such a cowardly thing to me. Blackmail is a disgusting crime. I think the punishment meted out to Stu is about right for you, too. Don’t you agree?”
Len darted for the door, but Mr. Elliot’s speed surprised him. For a middle-aged man, he moved faster than light. He planted himself firmly between the boy and the door. Heath could see the man’s broad back and wondered if he should cry out or try to shove him out of the way so Len could escape. Then he decided it wasn’t any good when the man grabbed Len and spun him around, bending him over the desk the same way he’d had Stu a few hours earlier.
“Yeah, this is one fine ass. I’m going to enjoy… disciplining… you.”
Len cried out and thrashed around trying to free himself from the man’s grip, but the man was too strong. Heath cursed himself, wishing he had more strength and could go and help his friend. Somehow he simply stayed rooted to the spot, unmoving, frightened like he’d never been in his young life.
“I hate pants,” the man said, almost conversationally, “but there wasn’t any way I could get the school board to force students to wear shorts in the warm months. I love to watch bare legs in the sun as you boys walk. Or the flash of young thighs when you sit down and cross your legs. That’s a hell of a treat. But shit no — you’ve got to wear these fuckin’ pants and hide your legs. Hell.”
He ripped the pants from around Len’s waist and hauled them down over the mounds of his ass. His hands lingered on the curve of the boy’s butt as the pants fell around his legs. His hands seemed to drink in some elemental power as he pressed a palm hard against Len’s briefs. Then he peeled the briefs down and exposed the boy’s narrow, half-mellon buns.
“Beautiful. You shouldn’t hide it under pants like you do. A nice tight pair of shorts would show off your charms a hell of a lot better. Give the studs out there a chance to window-shop. I know what goes on in the showers here. I’ll bet you’ve even mad a boy or two blow you? As young and cute as you are, I’ll bet you could pick up a few extra bucks selling this ass on weekends. Do you fuck for money, cocksucker?”
He drove his fingers down into the deep canyon between the boy’s cheeks and did something Heath couldn’t see. From the way Len jumped, he must have shoved his finger all the way up his asshole.
“Goddammit, man, stop this! I’ll have the cops on you for this!” raged the boy, held helpless in the man’s powerful grip. Elliot easily held both his wrists behind his back in one hand, leaving the other free to explore his hole.
“No you won’t. Remember the heroin. And I won’t hesitate to send you to juvie. You won’t have a chance. Now shut up, you dumb faggot, and take your discipline. If you don’t, my disciplining will only be the more severe.”
The words came like molasses, slow and thick and menacing.
Heath damned himself for not going to his friend’s aid, yet he couldn’t. The sheer terror gripping him made him as helpless as Len. And he thought it could as easily be himself bent over that desk, about to receive the fucking of his life. He didn’t want that. And he was forced to admit he was chicken. He was a complete coward in not wanting to help his friend.
But he didn’t run for help. The fear that kept him from helping Len escape also froze him to the spot. That, and an inner need to watch what was about to happen. He hated himself for it more than anything else, but he wanted to watch the man fucking Len. That need deep inside him was coming back to life. He’d never even thought of it before today, but now he couldn’t stop longing for another guy’s cock.
If he didn’t want to let a man stuff his disgusting cock all the way up his little ass, that didn’t mean he didn’t get off on watching two others fucking their brains out. He needed this stimulation like a man dying of thirst needs water. It was a sick thing to do and Heath couldn’t help himself, any more than Mr. Elliot could stop himself once he saw Len’s hard, narrow, inviting ass poking up in the air.
“Should I spank you first?” the man was saying. “You say you watched while I did that to Stu. Perhaps just fucking you will be enough. What do you have to say about it, you stupid bastard?”
“Let me loose!” bellowed Len. “Don’t you dare touch me with that fucking cock of yours! I’ll have your balls hanging on the office wall for a trophy if you touch me!”
“My, my, such language from a dumb faggot. I’m going to have to really punish you, I see.”
He spun the boy around until he was bent double over the high-backed wooden chair beside his desk. A few quick yanks and he had enough tape to bind his wrists to the front chair legs. He spread the boy’s long legs and then fastened his ankles to the chair’s back legs. Len was painfully pulled out over the back of the chair and completely at the man’s mercy. He couldn’t escape no matter how he struggled. The best he could hope for would be to tip the chair over onto its side — and he’d be worse off on the floor than he was standing.
And hanging down between those spread legs, swaying as the boy squirmed, was his cock. Long and thick and already half hard, the head of it flushed pink and peeking out of the loose skin, and the sight of it made Heath’s mouth go dry for reasons he couldn’t name.
“Now for the fun part of your discipline,” the man said.
He pulled down the zipper of his trousers and yanked out his cock, already rigid and ready for action. It was long and hard and an ugly red. Heath couldn’t take his eyes off it. It held him hypnotized like a bird by a snake. The way the purpled head danced around, jerking with every frenzied beat of the man’s heart, fascinated him.
He felt his own cock begin to stretch and boil with lust. He sobbed and caught his lower lip between his teeth. The man didn’t know he was spying on his little “discipline” session, and that was the way Heath wanted to keep it. Len had been the one who thought this was a good idea. Let him take his punishment for it.
But was this punishment? Heath couldn’t decide. For him, it would be scary—but fun. He wouldn’t mind having the man rape him. What woudl it feel like, getting a hard, hot cock shoved up your ass?
Heath could find out, if Mr. Elliot would only toss him over that chair and stuff his prick all the way up him. But that was a terrible thing to think. That was rape, and he didn’t want to be raped. This entire scene terrified him, yet attracted him in some way he couldn’t put into words.
Feelings and contradictions raged inside him that he’d never even considered before.
“Such a fine ass,” the man said, stroking across the tightly pulled skin of the boy’s behind. “I’m going to enjoy punishing you for trying to blackmail me. I can tell right now.”
“You son of a bitch!” yelled Len, struggling. Bent over the chair back with his legs taped wide and his ass up and open to the man, he’d never felt more vulnerable in his entire life. He’d done plenty in his time. But never anything even close to this, and he’d never felt this wide open and helpless..
“Such language!” the principal chided. “I’ll have to show you that it isn’t nice.”
He moved closer, his cock bucking hard in his hand. He pressed the other hand into one of the white cheeks and pulled at the flesh until Len gasped. Then he bent forward until the thick knob of his cock pressed firmly into the boy’s asshole.
“You bastard! Not up my ass!”
Heath had watched the man do it to Stu that morning and it had looked like the worst thing in the world, and now here he was doing it again, to somebody else, an hour after lunch, like it was nothing at all.
Heath knew fucking girls was normal, even if he didn’t want to do it. But up the ass? And another boy? He still couldn’t get his head around it. It was so perverted he couldn’t begin to understand why the man would want to do it. But, it obviously had to feel good.
But he pressed closer, his eyes glued to the scene in front of him.
He saw the purpled head of the man’s cock touch the puckered ring of the captive boy, and then begin to dig in.
Len sobbed loudly now, obviously in pain at the intrusion. But the principal didn’t slow down. His prick shoved in with impressive force against the boy’s sphincter muscle until the entire tip of it was buried in him. Then he jerked his hips forward and sent his entire length of rigid prick hammering deep into Len’s guts.
The captive teenager went wild with the pain. Shrieking, “You’re tearing my ass up!” he thrashed around the impaling spike of the man’s prick.
Heath saw the looks on both their faces. Lenwas in pain while the man was enjoying it to the fullest.
“Be silent,” he ordered. “I don’t like the punks I butt-fuck to scream so much.”
“You’re tearing me apart inside, damn you! My ass is on fire!”
“Yes, I know. I can feel it squeezing down all around my prick. You’re a tight-assed little punk, aren’t you.” He said it like a man reading off a shopping list. “Bet you’ve never had a real prick up this ass. Now’s the time for the real punishment to begin.”
He fucked the boy’s ass with long, fast strokes designed to set him entirely on fire.
Heath found himself responding to the age-old rhythm the man used. His own cock ached and begged for something more than it was getting. His hand hardly supplied the bulk he wanted. And even his own asshole was quivering in response to the butt-fucking going on, clenching and unclenching on nothing, like it was trying to get in on it.
He knew Len was hurting badly from the brutal work, but he couldn’t help him.
He couldn’t keep his eyes off the man’s prick, either. It spread the boy’s cheeks apart to bury itself deep in his hole. The tight muscle seemed to relax a little after the first entry, but Len was in no less pain for it. If anything he jerked and cried out even more as the prick drove poker-hard into him.
The look of sheer delight on the man’s face was crazy. He closed his eyes and leaned back to drive his hips even farther forward into the boy’s butt. Heath hated him for what he was doing, even while he was strangely envying Len.
The sounds coming out of that office told of the force and speed of it. That long battering ram of cock was shooting so far up into the boy’s ass that the man’s balls wetly slapped against Len’s own, which hung down heavy and full between his spread thighs.
And the boy was hard. That was the thing Heath couldn’t get over. Len was taped out over a chair, getting his ass torn up by a middle-aged man who was supposed to be disciplining him, and his cock was standing straight out between his legs like a rod, leaking, bobbing with every one of the man’s strokes, the head of it smeared and shining. He was enjoying it. He had to be. There was no other way to read a cock like that.
The long prick digging into the boy’s hole was nice, but the way the man’s balls swung to and fro and battered against the boy’s own was even more of a turn-on for Heath. He watched it, mezmerized as he stroked his own cock, marveling at how perverted the whole thing was.
“You’re hurting me!” Len grunted. “You’re gonna split me open!”
“I’m not hurting you. That’s just your ass learning what it’s for.” The man ground his hips in a slow circle, and Len’s whole body rolled with it. “You feel that stretch? That’s the best part. That’s the part you’ll be dreaming about in a week. You’ll be craving a man’s cock up there. You’ll come back here and bend over that chair without me even asking, and don’t you tell me different.”
“I won’t! I won’t come back!”
“You will.”
He picked the pace up. Not faster — harder. Each stroke landed like a hammer, and Len’s breath came out of him in little punched grunts. His hands were fists against the chair legs where the tape held them. His toes curled. And all the while that pale cock of his swung and leaked and swung.
Heath watched the hole. He couldn’t stop watching it. The ring stretched white around the shaft, then swallowed, then gripped. Stretch, swallow, grip.
And Len’s swearing started to change. The “you bastards” got further apart. The grunts got longer.
“That’s it,” the man said. “There he is. There’s the little faggot I’ve been waiting for.”
“Shut up.”
“You’re gonna come. Go on. Come like a good little punk.”
“Shut up!”
And then Len did.
It came out of him like it had been kicked out. His whole body locked up and his cock jerked and started throwing, spitting white up over the back of the chair, once, twice, and then a third one that just strung down and hung. He made a sound like he’d been punched and his face went red and he came and came and all the while the man just kept hammering through it, not slowing, not caring, using the boy’s own orgasm as something to fuck him through.
Heath had to bite his own hand.
When Len finally went limp over the chair, hanging there with his cheek on the wood and his breath sawing, the man didn’t stop. He just adjusted his grip and went on, steady as a machine. There was come on the chair back. There was come on the man’s wrist. And Len was still taped down, still impaled, and it didn’t look like he was getting up any time soon.
“I can fuck you all night,” the man said. “School’s out. Nobody’s waiting for you.”
That did it for Heath.
His own hand was flying, wet and quick, and he knew he was past the point where he could hold it. He came in about thirty seconds, which was faster than the first time and less of it, but it hit him just as hard. He caught most of it in his hand and the rest went in his briefs. He stood there with his shoulder against the wall while it drained out of him, shaking.
Then he came to his senses.
He couldn’t stay here all afternoon. Somebody would come along and ask what he was doing, and then they’d see what was happening in the principal’s office, and then and then and then…
Too much explaining to do.
He pulled his slick hand out of his shorts and dried it on the edge of his shirttail, and that was a mistake, but there wasn’t anything else. His mind raced, and then he came to a conclusion.
Mr. Elliot didn’t show any signs of giving up on his butt-fucking. He was having too much fun at it. Len was his prisoner and couldn’t complain where it would do any good. He might bang that boy’s ass all night long, since school was out for the day. Heath knew he alone couldn’t help his friend. If he wanted to save Len from being Mr. Elliot’s plaything till dark, he was going to need help.
The only one he could think of to turn to was his brother, Mark. Mark knew all sorts of things. Besides, he was big and strong and could fight Mr. Elliot if it came to that.
Heath thought it might.
He gave the office one last look. Len was still in there, taped out over the chair, getting his ass reamed by a man with his tie loose and his shirt dark under the arms, and neither of them had the first idea that there was a red-haired boy in the outer office with a wet shirttail and a hand that smelled like jizz.
Heath slipped out, and then he ran for home to get his brother.
