The usual disclaimers apply to this storey. The author is not responsible for any actions by individuals as a result of reading this story. If you are a minor (child) then GO AWAY. If you are an adult. This story and following episodes follow the lives and loves of two teenage boys. It involves: Sexual acts between teenage boys (mainly) and girls (partly), humiliation, degradation, forced situations and control. If any of these don't float your boat then skip it. If they do then read and enjoy. It is just a story. You can reply with comments/ideas. Address at bottom of story. ENJOY!
Adam and Sam
Part 13 Friday Continues: The Final Chapter??
Sam had borrowed Adams clothes again. He had nothing else until Adams dad took him home in the car to collect his own clothes and stuff he would need.
They wore polo's and shorts. Adam wore a pale blue top and black shorts while Sam had a black top and pale yellow shorts. To keep their feet cool they wore flip flops. Not under threat anymore they decided to wear brief
white underpants. Sam enjoyed the fact that he was wearing a pair of Adams.
Each clutching their brown envelopes the boys headed for the swimming pool. On arrival they were greeted by a very pretty young girl who seamed to take a shine to Adam, much to Sams disgust. She put the envelopes in a large, locked post box and told them that the coach always checked the box of an evening and they had not missed him which they were pleased about.
They made their way to Jas's house, talking about this and that. Sam said how he was going to miss his mum but was pleased she had managed to get a break as it was hard work looking after him, they both chuckled out loud.
Adam stopped suddenly. "What day is it?"..."Friday obviously" Replied Sam "Yes but which Friday?" Adam looked at Sam as the cogs in his head went round. "Oh Fuck! It's that Friday isn't it...Tom's Friday...that's why we have been invited round there.
It was just before 7pm when the boys knocked on the door. Jas opened it. "Late as expected" now resigned to the fact that she had no power over them, her tone was quiet though, she did look a little flushed. In the living room Mrs C was just plonking her body down into her chair clutching her paddle in her hands. "That boy! He wares me out...the way I have to beat him". she said as she noted the boy's arrival. "Just as well you are late, the girls had to go and find him, he's down the cellar now with them. Jas, you better get down there and give them a hand." Jas disappeared but not before taking her paddle and putting it back in the narrow sideboard draw.
She looked up at the boys faces. "Well, from what I have heard and seen out of the window, you two do have nerve. And from the very descriptive reports I got from people who saw you in the changing rooms and showers at the swimming pool I think I am going to miss your nice bodies. I would have loved to have kept this but it will have to go I suppose". She raised her phone to their view. Showed them the paused video and pressed delete. The boys were stoic and made no expression at the event.
"Now I suppose you want to know why you are here?" "It would help" said Sam with a hint of sarcasm in his voice" Well you already know that Tom has been punished. He has been a bad boy again but fortunately for him he only received up to level four" The boys were visualising the scenario. "So I thought I would let you go and see what his level six punishment is" She stamped several times on the floor with her bare foot. "Jasmine will be up in a moment" the boys raised a smile when she used her daughters full name. "They will have been waiting to get started but it has let Tom have a rest. You will also realise that it is the school holidays and there is no hurry for the marks to go". That got their attention, she noticed!?
Jas appeared . She was bare foot and oddly, wearing a housecoat. She indicated to the boys and followed on. They followed her down the steep concrete steps to the cellar and surprised at the size of it. It must have been the same size as the upstairs. Just one bare, dim light bulb lit the passage. Halfway along they stopped , she looked at the boys concerned faces and opened the door. The room was very large, wide and rectangular. The floor was covered with brown waterproof carpet. Jas moved into the room and stood to one side as the boys stepped in. They stood open mouthed and surveyed it. Paying no attention to Tom, Trish and Rene. Tom was sat in a leather armchair looking pensive, Trish and Rene were perched next to each other on high stools with foot rests against the wall to their right. All, like Jas were bare foot and wearing dressing gowns. Heavy rock music played quietly from an old stereo on the floor to their left.
The boys just looked straight ahead at the contraption at the far end of the room that was brightly lit up by two powerful heat lamps which helped illuminated the rest of the room leaving the far corners in darkness. Old scaffold poles formed two, upright `A' frames slotted into footplates bolted into the floor. Almost as wide as the room. The framework supported another pole fixed at either end with strong clamps. All along the pole hung various lengths of heavy steel chain, hooks and loops. At the foot of each leg were fixed more chains, more chains were fixed at measured intervals up each leg. On the floor In the centre was what looked to be a white, square shower tray in stone, much like an old Belfast sink. A waste pipe ran from it and across the top was a wide piece of wooden plank that hung over the edges by about eight inches.
In the very centre of the room was a sawhorse with a padded plank along its length. The thing was about four feet long. At one end their was what appeared to be an adjustable chin rest that could be removed. Varying lengths of strap and chain hung from the edges of the plank and down each leg. Other pieces of what could only be described as dungeon equipment were pushed up against the walls. Directly above the sawhorse hung another large heat lamp which was not switched on.
When the boys walked forward, past the sawhorse and on toward to framework they could see some cabinets on the walls. A long one contained an assortment of sticks and canes. Another held an assortment of paddles, wooden spatulas, leather belts of all thicknesses. In the bottoms of the cabinets were an array of what looked to be small cannon balls with loops on them and an assortment of other pieces of metal with loops and hooks on them. As they walked nearer they could feel the warmth of the two lamps that reflected off of the white shower tray. Jas let them take it all in before they were startled by her voice.
"Right! Lets get started" The girls stood up as did Tom. She told the boys that they could sit on the stools and move them forward if they wanted to. They chose to leave them where they were and perched themselves on them. Jas could see they were getting hot and invited them to remove their shirts. She took the shirts and hung them on hooks on the door. The boys upper bodies glistened with sweat.
When all but Tom removed the dressing gowns they just looked straight at each other "Shit!...Fuck!" they uttered to one another. Trish and Rene wore very short black PVC skirts laced up each short side, revealing they wore nothing underneath. Their bare chests were encased in black leather harnesses criss crossed so that their pert tits were forced outwards. Thin leather collars with a loop at the front encased their necks. Wide bondage cuffs with loops were fastened round their wrists and ankles.
Jas wore a PVC crop top cut just below what tits she had. And very short PVC shorts laced up the sides. Like the girls she wore nothing under them. She wore only bondage wrist cuffs. Though, unlike the girls her collar was much wider. Her hair, of course, in a pony tail.
Everyone focused on Tom. He undid his dressing gown and threw it on the chair. He wore wide bondage cuffs on his wrists and ankles that were padded. Around his slender neck he wore a wide, padded steel collar with four evenly spaced steel rings. He was wearing a white tee shirt and a pair of half thigh length black shorts. Sam and Adam were confused.
Tom became sullen when all three girls approached him. He began pleading with them. "No...please...stop...no," he continued as Jas hooked a finger in the front collar ring, the girls took an arm each and dragged him, still pleading toward the framework. He was stood on the plank, his slender arms were raised above his head until his toes just managed to touch the plank. Jas stood on the plank and attached his wrist cuffs to hooks that were on chains just at the right height to keep him up on his toes.
They stood back and admired their work and to watch Tom struggle for balance. He began to cry and beg them to let him down "Please...sniff...sob...let me down...Pleeeeease!" His voice crackled through the sobs. "it's too hot...sniff...sob...please the lights are hot...Pleeeeease!" The boys started to feel for him as they looked on getting even hotter as the temperature rose in the room. Jas had gone to the long cabinet from where she took a thick cane. Tom began to twist and jerk around trying to move his body, but to no avail. The cane swished three times and with each swish he felt the impact right across both of his small bum cheeks. His body danced. "Stop complaining! You're here to be punished!" The boys were startled when he screamed " I'm sorry Miss...please Miss don't punish me anymore...I'm sorry...I'll be good Miss...please don't cane me!" He was calling his own half sister Miss! He screamed and sobbed when another stroke was applied. From where they were sitting they could see the sweat was matting his nice dark hair and running down his face with the tears.
Sam and Adam could feel the sweat running down their backs. Things were getting uncomfortably hot.
The two girls moved toward him then knelt down and slowly pulled the plank from under Tom's feet allowing him to slowly lower until his slender body was hanging free, supported only by his shackled wrists. Jas lifted his head by his chin and told him that he had been a bad boy and had to be punished. They left him hanging while they walked over to Sam and Adam. Rene got some bottles of water and handed them round. The boys were glad of it as they sucked it out of the bottles. "Looks like your getting hot boys" Jas said pleasantly "Imagine how Tom is feeling under those lights, he can have some water...later!" She then ushered them off the stools. "Come on, move forward a bit" The girls took a stool each and placed them either side of the sawhorse. Just as the boys were about to sit down she said "You know? You are making us feel overdressed and looked from one boys shorts to the other. Before they could respond the girls fingers were unfastening their shorts. All three were delighted when they saw the boys white briefs. The boy's were not erect but she knew they soon would be and wanted to see when they were , it would not be long.
Their thirsts quenched they moved back to Tom who was hanging motionless, looking longingly at the bottles of water that the girls placed on the floor in front of him. The boy's sat back on the stools, now only in their white briefs looking even hotter? They could see clearly now the muscles in Tom's arms were stretched under his weight. His fingers grasping at the chains that kept him in suspended.
Jas approached the hanging boy. Sweat had began to slick his bare legs and arms. It had stained the collar of the white tee shirt. His black hair stuck to his forehead.
"So the naughty boy is hot" His dark eyes looked directly at her, his long eyelashes, wet and stuck together like rows of spikes. "In that case we need to help you cool down. Girls! Get him in position!"
They moved swiftly. From a small bucket they took what looked like hooks with springs. They took lengths of chain at the foot of the frames legs. Then grasped each of Tom's ankle cuffs. When his legs were pulled apart his black shorts drew up his thighs revealing the red marks left by the paddle all over and inside of them that had been applied by his mother. The girls scurried around as the boys watched their every movement. Confirming, when the girls crouched down that they wore nothing under their skirts.
When the girls had finished their task, Tom was left hanging with his legs spread. The plank was replaced, the balls of his feet rested on it taking the strain off of his arms. The ends of the chains pulled tight from the foot of each frame and had been fastened to the ankle cuffs with the surplus swinging when Tom moved to steady himself.
When she produced a knife and pointed it at Toms stomach the boys thought she was going to stab him. Instead, she walked all around him making little cuts to the shirt hems at the waist, collar and sleeves, then making little slits in the front and back. She stood to the front and to one side of him to allow an unrestricted view of the boy. Tom wriggled helplessly when Jas placed her hand between his legs and squeezed his balls "No Miss...nooooooo please don't squeeze my balls...aaaaaaaargh! Nooooooooooo! Pleeeeeeease! Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiis! Ooooooooh! He moaned, and in vane tried to pull away from the hand. When she let go, his head dropped to his chest. She proceeded to give his black shorts the same treatment as the shirt, making little nicks around the hem of each leg then a firm cut through the waistband at each hip followed by little slits all over them.
The knife clattered when she dropped it into the shower tray then, admired her handy work as she plucked at the cut items before walking behind Tom and almost out of sight. The boys body started to jerk when she began ripping the back of his shirt. The front of his black shorts tightened when she began tearing them at the back. Her hands reached up and tore each sleeve until the boys upper arms were bare. His eyes followed her as she moved in front and again to the side of him. She poked her fingers into some slits in the shorts and pulled, tearing each leg open. Then to the shirt. She pulled and ripped the thin material, shredding it, until, with two sharp tugs it ripped from his body. When his body stopped swaying. He was left wearing a white vest with the hem tucked into the waist of his ripped, black shorts with white material showing through the slits in them. Sam and Adam assumed it was the hem of his vest until Jas began ripping at the shorts. Eventually she ripped through the waistband at one of the cuts she had made, pulling them completely off of the boy.
Sam and Adam sat now with their cocks fully erect and pushing out at the front of their briefs looking at Tom who hung in front of them in just a white vest and a pair of small white briefs . Jas stood with the shredded shorts in her hand looking back towards the boys with a satisfied smile on her face. She noticed how they just stared at the hanging boy also noting the bulges between their legs. With the shorts removed even more paddle marks could be seen all over the boys thighs right up to the edge of the vest that left just the bottom of his pouch to be seen .
His body still had a nice tan that contrasted against the whiteness of his white vest and briefs. Jas retrieved the knife from the shower tray and began slicing at the vest cutting it into strips from below the neckband downwards, not content until it hung in ribbons. She sliced through one of the shoulder straps letting the shredded material dropped away exposing one side of the boys chest and nipple with its cute little nub. "Look up to the ceiling" she said menacingly. His head raised and tilted back exposing the metal collar around his neck. His body tensed when she began poking at the little nub with the tip of the knife. "Aaaaaargh!... Aaaaaargh!...
Aaaaaargh! No! stop!...stop! Please!... Aaaaaargh!" "Perhaps I should just slice it off?" She turned it to the blunt edge and ran it back and forth on the nipple. His head dropped forward to look at his chest and his small body jiggled in an effort to escape from the knife. His head flopped back again. She sliced through the other shoulder strap and pulled hard, ripping the vest clear, leaving him now, in just the small whit pants. He gasped and jiggled again when she started poking the knife tip at the other nipple and pretend to saw it off. She then allowed him to lower his head. The heat from the light was making him sweat heavily and the lights reflect on his body. Tom watched her hand move towards the small bulge in his briefs and tried to pull himself away. She took his boy parts through the material and gently massaged them, slipping a finger into the gusset to make skin contact with his balls. He elicited little gasps as his boy cock began to react. Then suddenly she stopped and like his vest , began to slice at the briefs. "Ooooooooh...please Miss...don't cut my pants off!...pleeeeeeease! don't strip me naked!...pleeeeeeease. His eyes followed as far as they could when she went behind him, then began attacking the back of his pants. She inserted the knife into the material between his legs and a white strip hung down at the front. She walked back to his front and sliced off the hanging strip. He now looked like he was wearing a tiny white skirt made of little strips of material. "Please don't Miss...pleeeeeeease! Not my pants...please! The knife grazed his hip as it was inserted in the elastic waistband that now stretched away from his slender body, cutting through it. The shredded material fell to his feet. Now he was totally naked.
Sam and Adam were sweating. Their white briefs clinging to them with their firm cocks pressing and visible through the now wet, thin material. Both boys aware that their cocks were leaking pre-cum.
Tom's cock was just as big as Sam's and Adams as it now jutted from his groin. His balls were firm and formed just one ball which pulled up tight into his crotch. He jiggled again when Jas cupped the orb in her hand. "When did you last have a wank?" She spoke loudly for everyone to hear her embarrassing question. Tom just looked at her, his cute lips curled up displaying his nice white teeth when she squeezed, just enough to get an answer. "Aaaaaargh!...Aaaaaagh!..Se...Ooooooooh! ...Seven days ago Oooooooooo! Miss! Aaaaaargh!" "Good boy, you have nice full balls for me" She then gently massaged them "I think they need to be emptied! Don't you think?" She walked to a cabinet and opened it. After selecting some items and returned to the hanging boy.
Tom began twisting with more urgency now "No miss! Please not that! Ooooooooooooh... Pleeeeeeease not that! His eyes widened when she revealed the items to him. She took a small leather parachute cuff with small chains dangling from it and pushed up between his legs to capture the tight skin behind his tight balls. His ball sack was so tight that she struggled to fix it in place. Eventually she succeeded . A tight ball was now captured beneath the parachute which pulled tight up into the boys body with his hard cock resting above it. Jas directed Rene to go to the cabinet. She returned with four steel balls of various sizes and weight. Tom's slender stomach drew in even tighter. He let out a loud gasp and again begged her to stop. When all four balls were attached to the chains on the parachute she slowly released them to hang free. Tom's body juddered as his body absorbed their weight. The skin between his body and the parachute slowly stretched to leave a visible amount of tight flesh. That skin was his ball sack! The initial stretching stopped. Tom was begging her to stop when she slowly pulled down on the balls to assist them.
Things were happening too slowly for Jas. She directed Rene again. She went to the cabinets returning with two larger steel balls and some metal weights with hooks at either end. Again the boy began begging her not to do anymore. She attached a steel weight to each of the four small balls. This caused the boy to gasp loudly. After attaching the two large balls she released them. "Aaaaaaaaaagh!... ...Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh .Nooooooooooooooooo! Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease! Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh! His balls were drawn down even more. The skin stretched so tight that both small spheres could be seen through the skin. Even the tiny veins could be seen in the almost transparent flesh.
He was left hanging while the girls picked up their water bottles then moved to the seated boys. The boys were visibly very hot and very excited. At least their cocks were. "That looks a bit extreme" said Sam, screwing his mouth out of shape. "Nothing more than he deserves" said Jas. The girls sniggered "That's only the start, we've only just got started. Anyway you both look nice and excited". She nodded down to their pants. "perhaps you would like to be up there!" "No way!" came the positive response from them both. While they chatted and drank the water Tom's moans could be heard in the background.
The girls discarded the water bottles. "Time to up the volume" Jas said and turned the volume up loud on the stereo. "Got to drown his noise out now" They could just make out what she had said above the heavy rock music.
Jas gave the weights a kick as she again approached Tom. He became alert and gasped against the feeling of his ball sack being stretched. His cock had become deflated and arched over the parachute. There were at least three inches of stretched flesh now. She removed the two heavy weights and four plates. Rene handed her a length of thin white cord. "Please don't tie them up Miss! Please! It hurts too much when I cum!" She began winding the cord around the stretched flesh that had now retracted to two inches, just enough for what she wanted . "Good, that's just what we want to see. You are going to be in agonising pain and pleasure when I get all of that boy juice out of those tight tubes". When she had finished there was a neat tube of coiled cord holding his balls away from his body. His cock was rock hard, the skin stretched tight over his balls all of which had turned purple. The parachute and weights were removed and fell into the tray. Again she stood to one side wrapping her fingers around his throbbing boy cock to begin slowly but painfuly to dry wank him. "oooooooooooooooooh! Nooooooooooooooooooo! Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!... Noooooooooooooooo! Pleeeeeeeeease Miss! Pleeeeeeeeeeease! It huuuuuuuuuuuuuuurts ...Aaaaaargh!" Tears rolled from his dark eyes as she let go of him. She took a small tube from the cabinet and a small length of cord. "How could I have forgotten" She admonished herself while she tied the cord just above his balls. She managed to separate them and force the cord between them. She split both the boys small balls then tied the cord off to keep them apart. From the tube she squirted the clear cream into her palm and again began wanking his hard cock. His balls were slapped and tugged as her hand travelled up and down his tortured, painful flesh while he fought for balance on the plank. Her fingers continued to inflict their pain, poking at the protruding slit in his cock. The sounds coming from him could not be heard above the loud music but his facial expressions satisfied her.
When she stopped. His eyes met with those of the boys as if pleading. He knew what was coming next when Jas poked her fingers into one of the small pockets in her shorts. She handed something to each of the girls who then
moved together and stood either side of Tom then in turn briefly slicked their fingers along his aching boy cock, up his flat belly to toy with his small nipples. The music drowned out his pleas, asking, begging. His words crackled as did the scream when the teeth of the small alligator clips bit into his two small nubs. His arms and legs pulled at his chains but there was no escape from the pain.
The mood of the three girls seemed to have changed. They began to act differently. Probably brought on from the small pill that, unnoticed by the boys they had taken at the last water break. Jas began working on his cock and balls again. Trish and Rene had both taken thin canes from the cabinet and begun to administer light whacks to Tom's small buttocks making him thrust himself back and forth into the hand curled around his cock. When his body tensed he released an inaudible yell, jets of pent up cum flew from the inflamed slit of his cock. Jet after jet of thin, white boy juice landed just feet from Adam and Sam who squirmed in their seats. The wanking and caning continued. Jas squeezed and wanked to get every drop from the boy. The pain from his bum cheeks making his orgasm even more intense.
When his cock finally began to deflate Jas released it and the caning stopped. She wiped the cum on her hand down the boys thigh. They were all breathing heavily. None more than Tom. Sadistically the girls removed the alligator clips and pinched the tortured nipples as the blood painfully returned to them, only to replace them again sending the pain shooting into his balls.
The boys felt some relief when they saw Tom being released from the frame. He was swaying and steadied himself when he was lowered to the tray. He was allowed a drink of water. His hands were pulled away when he tried to remove the alligator clips from his nipples as he was ushered toward the sawhorse . Suddenly the light above the sawhorse came on. The lights above the frame distinguished. They could now hear him as he was near to them. Begging and pleading with his punishers to stop. When the boy was placed on the sawhorse on his back his neck was placed in the rest. The two rings either side of his collar were fixed to it. With his head tilted back he could see Adam and Sam. The boys could now see the clips on his nipples with their teeth firmly in the skin. His arms were strapped down the sawhorses legs making the bones in his arms and chest protrude through the skin. As the girls continued to strap him onto the sawhorse the boys moved back to the wall by the door away from the heat. In their frenzy the girls had either not seen them or ignored them.
The boy was now immobile from the waist upwards. A thick strap had been fastened around his stomach that flattened it where it had been pulled tight. His boy cock was still erect where the blood had been trapped to keep it that way, as were his balls. Then the boys watched in disbelief. With Tom's head fixed as it was, he could not see the three girls as they kissed and embraced. Tongues searched out tongues. Nipples were sucked and bitten, hands vanished under skirts. Trish pulled Jas's top off and was working her tongue hard on her nipples. Rene removed her skirt before removing Trish's then dropped to her knees and forced her tongue into her shaved pussy. It went on for a long five minutes.
Rene had gone to the corner where the cabinets were. Trish stood fingering herself and displaying her pussy to Tom as she stood with her legs apart in front of his tilted back face. Jas once again, was working on her half brothers cock and balls. He was fully erect and gasping as she tormented the stripped back boy cock. Only his legs were able to move and demonstrate against the torment. When Rene reappeared from the shadows the boys stood up. In her hand she held a small pot but around her waist she wore a harness. The straps cutting tight into her waist and thighs. What scared them was the flesh coloured, thick, eight inch phallus with it's flared head and veined length even the moulded balls were lifelike. Trish moved to one side, Rene stood in front of Tom's face. "No!...No!" He kicked with his legs, tried desperately to move his body but he couldn't . Ooooooooh no! Please! No!..." He managed to lift his head enough to look at Jas. "Please Miss! Please don't do it! Please don't make her fuck me! I'll be good! Honest ...please!.. Nooooooooooooooo!" He sobbed uncontrollably as his aching neck gave way. His head dropped back only to come face to face with the menacing thick cock. He began pleading again as it was moved out of his view and the sight of Trish's spread pussy took its place.
Against the wall in the darkness Adam and Sam were in deep, whispered conversation. Unseen, they had retrieved their shirts and shorts and silently dressed. They continued to watch in shock and disbelief when Rene straddled Tom. She ignored his pleading as she lowered and guided her excited pussy onto and down the boys cock, clamping it tight with her inner muscles. Every movement eliciting a loud moan from him as she moved up and down. Jas nodded to Trish. Tom's moans and protests were muffled as she pulled her pussy lips apart and lowered it over his small mouth while pinching his nose. He knew that unless he began licking she would not allow him to breath. Only when she could feel his tongue working and his lips suck on her moist lips would she allow him air. "That's it girls. Get his cock emptied and his mouth filled. His moans went unheard from his smothered mouth. Only when Rene gasped and the boys cum ran out of her and dripped down his tortured balls did they know he had cum. With his cock still hard and pulsing she gripped it tightly with her inner muscles and slowly raised up and off of it. Trish also pulled away from his mouth. They all watched his cum soaked boy cock as it bobbed and pulsed out the remnants of his own cum as it fought for release. Watched as he gasped for air. Rene slicked the phallus with Vaseline from the small pot. Tom began protesting again when his legs were pulled back to his head. Only to be stifled again by Trish's dripping pussy lips when she leant into his face and took hold of his ankles.
With his small bum cheeks parted and his boy hole exposed. Rene applied the lubricant to it. She knew the effect it was having on him, the fact that he could not move and stop her made her all the more aggressive. She inserted a finger straight into him and started to slowly finger fuck him. When she felt his sphincter begin to soften and stretch a second fingers went in. She slowly and deliberately began to stretch the pink skin. Satisfied his boy hole was stretched and loose his legs were lowered until the bulbous head was in line with his entrance. Above the loud music his terrified muffled screams went unheard as he was stretched open as the head was slowly forced past his tight sphincter and snapped tight behind it. The three girls (Trish with her pussy clamped firmly over the boys mouth, Jas with her fingers firmly inserted into Rene's pussy and Rene beginning to work the phallus slowly, inch by painful inch inside the boy) began celebrating. Celebrating their achievements, their ability to dominate boys, to embarrass and humiliate them as they wished and in front of them the evidence. Yes, the evidence as they delighted in the degradation, punishment and now Rape of a boy. A twelve year old! Abused, beaten, bullied and defenceless young boy. Oh! How they celebrated! Partly drug infused, mainly from personal delight, even some of it in the cases of Trish and Rene coerced . Elation poured from their every pore as they all intently delighted and revelled in what they were doing to him.
Before making their move, Sam had managed to turn the volume up on the stereo. He and Adam had managed to, unnoticed , slip out of the room before the rape had begun.
Above the music and their own voices. The girls had not heard Jas's mother stamping furiously on the floor above. Not heard the ensuing commotion. The newspaper covered cellar windows gave no indication of the flashing blue lights. They had not heard the clatter and shouting until the cellar, or is that dungeon? Door burst open!
They would never know who had made the phone call ( Mrs Clarke, incarcerated for 15 years. Trish and Rene for 6 years in young offenders institutions. To be transferred to prison when old enough. Jas or as she is now always called "Jasmine" 10 long years in a Y.O.I and later prison. Word travels quickly. The first words Jasmine heard when she was introduced into the Y.O.I and came face to face with the boss girl were: "Weeeell who's this SKINNY BITCH?"
Whoever did make that call may just have saved one 12 year old boy from further serious mental and physical injury. Tom was fostered to a family in Scotland where after counselling he went on to recover. At least from the physical scars.
THE END
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