Disclaimer: The characters in this story are not real. I made them up. Some of them are gay. Some of them might have sex. Nobody was harmed in the writing or conception of this story. This is a story of pure fictional made for the pleasures of English literature and sexual enjoyment. This story contains sexual encounters with boys below the age of consent who are discovering their sexuality. If you are not allowed to read this type of material, or if you will be offended by it, please leave now. Otherwise please take this in the sense it was written and enjoy.
With slow hands he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and rolled over. It was the morning of Blake's big day and Reuben had a lot to do today. Last night he had broadened Blake's horizons in more than one way, though it hurt him at times and it hurt him to do it, Reuben knew it was what had to happen. He had awoken already excited with the prospect of what would be happening that night, but he knew how to take care of it, absentmindedly taking himself in hand and stroking.
Throwing the duvet off, he looked over at the sleeping beauty in the next bed. He looked so peaceful lying there with his thumb in his mouth, while his body slowly lifted up and down as he breathed quietly. Getting up, Reuben stood over Blake, still stroking himself slowly, while the other drew back the duvet covering Blake, revealing the soft flesh underneath. There was the little dip in his back, the roundness of his butt, and the small hairs covering the backs of his legs. He was lying on his stomach, showing off his most prized asset and Reuben was going to take a closer look.
Taking his time, being careful not to disturb Blake, Reuben slowly moved his legs apart until they were spread across the bed. Grabbing the handy bottle of lube that was still sitting on the side, he put a generous amount onto himself, working it in well. Gently climbing onto the bed, Reuben knelt between the spread legs and took some of the excess lube off himself and delicately let his fingers drift between Blake's cheeks. He responded slightly, murmuring to himself something that Reuben couldn't here. Bending over the sleeping boy, he delicately pressed his lips to the back of Blake's neck kissing him. He made a trail of little kisses down the skin of the back, until his position caused him to stop and he decided it was time for Blake to get his wake-up call.
Positioning himself over Blake, he switched his weight to his left hand, which he'd placed just behind Blake's own one. In his right hand he held himself, erect, hard, throbbing and in need of being taken care of. Not wanting to wake him up too sharply, he took his time to slowly work the head of his cock into the boy. Once in, he held position until Blake settled down again, his thumb slipping out of his mouth as his mouth as he murmured something else. With his right hand now free, Reuben stroked the boy's cheek then latched onto his right shoulder to hold it in place and took the plunge, slowly pushing all he had down, deep into Blake waking him up.
'Arrrr,' came the sound from Blake as he came too, his butt helping Reuben's entry as his body lifted up, allowing him to be fully penetrated.
How did you sleep'' Pulling back, feeling the skin on his shaft ripple inside of Blake, he ran it back again.
'Reuben, Reuben, stop. What are you doing... Oww, it hurts.' His face turned back over his left shoulder.
'Just having a morning workout sport. Now that you're one of the boys you'll need to toughen up and get used to this baby.'
'It hurts Reuben. It still hurts from last night.' His face looked pained but Reuben knew what he had to do.
'I know, I know.' Without breaking his stride he dropped down onto Blake's back gently and slid his hands over Blake's, entwining his fingers in-between those of his boy. 'Just relax and work with me. Open up some more like I taught you and every time I push, keep raising yourself up to meet me. You okay with that, sport'' There was a pause before the head nodded in agreement. 'Good boy. Lift up your head cause I want to give you some proper loving, bro.' Bending his head, down into the nape of Blake's neck and licked him, meeting the lips that were opened for him and entered with his tongue.
Reuben's butt started to rise and dip quicker as he got more involved and intense in his love making. Blake was trying to do his best, rising to meet Reuben but then pulling away quickly as the head of the shaft got right inside. The flesh of his shaft was rubbing the insides of Blake, along the sensitive parts within him. Reuben's knees pushed out sideways to spread Blake further apart. 'Can you feel it, kiddo... Can you feel all of me inside of you? This is how much I love you. As I'm pushing, thrusting filling you up, can you feel it?'
'Yeah,' panting, 'yeah,' more panting, 'yes Reuben.'
'Tell me what it feels like, having me inside of you.'
Without much hesitation, as Reuben grinded harder, 'it hurts.'
'I know baby, but what does it really feel like, ignoring the bits when it hurts.'
'It... it... feels funny. Like I'm full. It tickles at times and then sometimes I feel happy.'
'What do you mean happy sport?'
'Uh... I don't know... awww.' Reuben slowed down, taking his time, pushing himself as far inside of Blake as he could. 'It's sort of like... arrr... how I feel when I am happy.'
'Good, I'm glad. I told you last night it's not as bad as you thought, didn't I?'
'Yeah.'
'Well, I've got things to be doing today, so I can't spend all my time banging this pretty little butt, even if I would rather be doing that,' kissing the back of his neck again. 'I'm on the home stretch now kiddo, so I'm gonna be speeding up and pounding you a bit harder till I come. You can take it, can't you sport?' stroking the back of Blake's neck. The head nodded, but the mouth said nothing, but Reuben's hands and dick responded. The hands latched onto his shoulders to hold him in place and the dick picked up it's pace as if by it's own accord. Blake reached out and grabbed hold of the headboard, his head arched backwards as grunts and exclamations of panting and others came out of him, the loudest being when he could feel Reuben's cock throbbing inside of him as it was pushed up into the pit of his stomach. 'Who loves you, baby?'
'You do.'
'You bet. Same my name.'
'Reuben... Reuben.'
'That's it alright,' as the last of his cum seeped out of him into Blake. Pulling out, he rolled over next to Blake. 'That was hot. You were really good. Come here and give me some loving.' Blake's small body half slid over Reuben, his leg sliding in-between those of the bigger boy. His head drifted up to that waiting for him and their lips joined, a hand inside his hair mashing their heads together. 'Anyway, I'm going for a shower.' With that, he slid out from under Blake and jumped off the bed, lightly swatting the small pink butt and within a minute the water was running. Rather than moving, he lay there for a little while, feeling himself deflating and Reuben's best bits running down the inside of his thigh. A small tear had come to his eye, but he wiped it away, he had to be strong for Reuben.
'I feel a lot better for than,' drying his hair as he spoke, his limp cock bouncing around. 'A lot on today. I've got a match at three and the meeting tonight. I need you to be well dressed tonight, so dig out something nice and smart.' Blake got up as Reuben threw on his tracksuit. 'I'm going to the gym before breakfast. You've got swimming training this morning don't you?'
'Yeah' He was stood in front of the mirror, looking at himself.
'I want you back here for twelve, not actually make it twelve thirty, okay?'
'Okay, Reuben.'
'Come here a minute.'
'Yeah,' meeting him by the door of their room.
'Come here you.' He took hold of Blake's naked body, put it up against the door and let his tongue find its way into the mouth. The soft insides were caressed by his tongue. 'How come you are so hot? Your brothers must be dead rough and have all the brains, 'cause your mum certainly saved the looks for you.'
'Shut up,' he was laughing and then squealed as Reuben slipped two fingers into him, finger fucking him up against the door, feeling his cum sliding along the digits.
'A little something for you to remember me by and keep you going until I get back in there, but enough,' pulling them out as suddenly they went in, 'I gotta go.' He grabbed his kitbag and was out of the door. Blake smiled. He didn't know what made him smile, maybe it was the joke Reuben had made, he didn't know. Getting into the shower, he worked on getting the smell of sex and sweat off his body, being careful round his butt which was still aching and sore a bit.
He went downstairs and had breakfast. He didn't see Reuben who must of still been at the gym. Chatting with some classmates for a while, he realised he would be late for training. Heading back up to the room, he grabbed his kit and rushed down to the pool. Coach drilled them for over two hours. There was about twenty of them, all of different ages and abilities. In the locker room there was the usual banter going on, towel flicking and the like. While he was in the communal shower, he noticed three boys go into one of the private cubicles. As he was passing, he recognised the sounds coming from behind the door as being the ones he was making last night. He ignored it and got dressed. On the way back to the room, he grabbed a diet coke from the shop and checked the time, quarter past twelve, he was on schedule.
Arriving back, Blake could hear voices coming from inside, pausing he listened to see if he could make out who was in there and what was being said, but he couldn't so he entered. Inside he found two people, Reuben who was sat on his own bed and another guy who he had seen playing football with Reuben, who was sat on his bed. 'Hey kiddo, you're back.'
'Yeah.' Coming inside, he dumped his bag in his wardrobe.
'How was practice?'
'Cool, I managed to share a couple of seconds off my time.' He was happy with himself about it.
'Well done. Come over here and meet Marshall, he's my deputy on the team.'
'Nice to meet you.' Putting his hand out, letting Marshall take it.
'You too, Blake.' Reuben pulled Blake down next to him on the bed and let his hand drift up to his back, rubbing it. The other slipped under his chin and turned his face to make it easier to kiss him and get his mouth open with his tongue. He made out with his bro for about thirty seconds and then pulled out.
'We've been discussing team tactics for this afternoon; we've got a big one today and then a grudge match on Wednesday week. You'll be coming to watch won't you? Anyway, Marshall gets very tense before a big match. He normally gets one of the others to sort it out for him, but I want you to do it form him today.'
'What do you mean, sort it out for him?'
'What I need from you sport, is to get down on your knees, spread his legs apart, undo his trousers, take his cock out and do what you can to get rid of the tension.'
'Not again Reuben, we did it all last night and this morning.'
'I know kiddo, but I need you to do this. I told you there would be times when I needed you to do stuff for me with other guys and this is your first time, but I wanted it to be with one of the good guys, which Marshall is. I trust him fully and you should as well. Its my fault I left your training too late and so you are getting a crash course because we are just about out of time, but I'll make you a deal, after today no one, including me, will put anything inside of you for a couple of days, okay?'
'Okay. You promise?'
'I promise. Have I lied to you about anything yet?' Blake shook his head. 'Good boy. Now go and say hello to Marshall properly,' giving Blake another kiss and a slight nudge.
As Blake got up, Marshall scooched over to the edge of the bed, putting his feet on the floor. 'Thanks for this, I really appreciate it.'
'That's okay, if Reuben wants me to do it I will,' getting down on his knees in-between Marshall's legs. He was taller than Reuben but skinnier and a year below him. They had met through football and become friends, though he had not been one of the special ones in his first year and so would not be occupying the same place as Reuben did and Blake would be in six years. Though a 'God' in waiting didn't have any actual power, they were afforded a certain degree of respect and Reuben had used this and his dick to look after Marshall and move him in as his deputy.
As Blake was undoing his trousers, Marshall bent down to kiss him, but Reuben stopped him- 'not the mouth, only I get to do that,' so he went for the neck instead, feeling the warm flesh, slightly salty and smelling of lemon from his shower, as he ran his tongue along the skin. His cock had been released from inside his trousers and Blake had wrapped his small hand around it and dropped his mouth down, covering it.
'Oh that feels good.' Marshall's hands cupped the back of Blake's head, guiding it as the suction of the lips rode up and down his shaft. 'You've taught him well Reuben; he knows how to hit all the right spots.
'Blake didn't need much training, he picked it up quiet quickly, didn't you kiddo?' Raising his head for a moment, leaving a trail of saliva hanging, he nodded and then went back to work. Reuben got up off the bed and knelt down behind him, his hands disappeared up under Blake's t-shirt, feeling the tight little abs underneath. Up and down the hands moved, dancing around his nipples, down his sides and the back up revealing Blake's back as they took the garment back up with them. The delicateness of his body rushed to meet Reuben's tongue as he traced a line from between his shoulder blades down to his lower back, while Blake's head bobbed away on Marshall's now totally rock hard pole.
Hooking his thumbs into the shorts hugging Blake's waist and with a quick tug, Reuben had both them and the boxers within down to his knees. The head jerked up, which Marshall did nothing to stop and looked backwards. Reuben bent over the prone body, one hand caressing the pert backside he had uncovered, the other roamed up the slightly wet back and ran up amongst the dark hairs on his head. 'Relax sport. Remember, we get through today and then you and I will rest for a couple of days.' With minimal pressure Blake's head returned to its previous place and Marshall took over again.
Once more the bottle of lube from the side found its way into Reuben's hand, as did an ample amount of the liquid. With his fingers, he circled the opening and slipped them into Blake's secret place. 'Arrr,' emanated from the region of Marshall's cock as Reuben delved deeper inside and started to build up a steady rhythm. This was matched by the other hand, which sneaked round the front and took hold of Blake's semi hardness. The three of them were all working together now, Marshall on Blake, Blake on Marshall and Reuben in and around Blake, who was now being stuffed a little from both ends.
Yet, Reuben was nothing if not inventive and at the same time both of his hands left the pleasures of Blake and he got up. Within seconds he had his trousers and boxers on the floor and was greasing up, though he did not get back down onto the floor. Instead, he lay down on the bed, making himself comfortable and slowly jacked off, watching Marshall grip onto Blake and hold him in place. 'Uh I'm coming Blake. Its cumming, hold on.' Once more Blake opened his throat up as best he could and got ready to let the foreign body get as far down as he could, as the saltiness erupted inside of him and he gulped as quickly as he could, gagging slightly. 'Oh man I enjoyed that.' Bringing Blake's head back up, he kissed him on the forehead. 'Thanks for that man.' Blake smiled shyly and looked over at Reuben who was still working on himself.
'You did good sport, so why don't you come over here and show Marshall some of the special loving you learned last night.'
'Now?'
'Yeah, I need some more, now!'
'What about the game?'
Looking at his watch, 'we've got half an hour, plenty of time, I do some of my best work under pressure, so come on over and show Marshall how much you can do and how good you are at it as well,' flexing his cock for emphasis.
Pulling his t-shirt up over his head, letting his shorts and boxers fall to the floor and kicking off his shoes, so that the only thing left on his little naked body were his socks. About four inches of himself pointed at Reuben, 'you remember how to do this?' His little head nodded and he climbed onto Reuben's stomach, placing his legs either side. 'Now, work your way back and lift yourself up, nice and slowly, that's it, yeah. Hold still a min, I'll line you up and then take your time letting it inside of you. That's it, slowly, just relax, let it happen.'
Down he went, the intense pressure opening him up to Reuben, forcing itself into the tight opening, 'oww... owww,' he stopped for a moment, Reuben held himself steady and let Blake get comfortable with the four inches he'd already taken. Breathing deeply, he continued his descent, exhaling hard and long till he'd got it all.
'Rest a minute, then go to it and work that hot butt of yours kiddo, you have got me so horny at the moment, I could blow in thirty seconds.' Blake laughed and put his hands on Reuben's chest to steady himself as he rose up and then impaled himself again and again, dragging the sheath around Reuben's cock up and down with him. While he was riding him, Reuben's hands caressed his small, tight thighs, running themselves over him, playing with the tiny hairs that lived there. Looking over at Marshall he asked, 'you not going to join us?'
'You bet, if it's okay with you?' he answered, standing as he did so.
'It's not like me to get the party favours out and not share now is it?'
'I guess not.'
'Right, so get your ass over here.'
Undoing his shirt and dropping his kecks, Marshall got onto the bed, moving behind Blake, whose ass was still busy riding Reuben, and straddled the older boy's thighs. Softly, he ran his hands over Blake, who was making little grunting noises mixed in with the odd grimace every time he went to fast, or took too much of Reuben into him. The hands had a mind of their own and headed around the front finding two little treasures in the form of his nipples. Tweaking them, he leaned in close and whispered in Blake's ear, 'lean back against me, I've got you,' and without questioning he did so. 'You got it. Now, how about I thank you properly for taking care of me,' and as he finished his tongue darted into the ear.
'That tickles.'
'Yeah it does,' doing it again and again, as well as letting his right hand drop down and grip Blake like Reuben had, pumping at it. 'Why don't I finish off where Reuben left off, would you like that?'
'Yeah... yes... yes please.' With that, his body was being abused from every direction, his butt, his dick, his nipple and his earlobe which Marshall had slipped into his mouth and was nibbling on. The sounds of grunts were permeated with little groans of pleasure and excitement. The feeling of his foreskin as Marshall pulled at it, running it up and down, to the side. His thumb, having been wetted by Blake's mouth, caressed the tip of his cock, sending ripples of ecstasy through the little body. Being so new to all of this, it didn't take long for his little volcano to erupt, spurt and trickle out of him. As he did so Reuben pulled him right down onto himself and watched as the whole body trembled, his eyes closed, but the eyelids still fluttered, while Marshall squeezed his nipple and bit down on his ear.
'You go sport,' as the gasp escaped from him and he slowed his pace on Reuben's cock. 'Hey, don't stop, we're working to a deadline here,' sending his hands to Blake's hips and moving them up, causing all the nerves in his cock to enflame in excitement. 'Oh yeah, that's more like it.' Blake took the hint and resumed what he had been doing. Marshall let go of Blake's deflated dick and cleaned his fingers, sucking on them.
Whispering in his ear again, Marshall asked, 'was that good for you, mate?' The head made a little bobbing motion as he could feel Reuben tensing below him and starting to flex inside of him. Blake lay back in Marshall's arms, bracing himself for the inevitable last thrust that was just around the corner. Being so close to Marshall, he could feel that he had got excited again as it pushed into the small of his back.
'Here it is little guy,' and with that he gripped onto Blake's thighs digging his thumbs in and thrusting up as he sent Blake down, who was helped by the gentle pressure of Marshall's hands on his shoulders and a mouth that was playing games on his neck. 'Uh, uh, uh.'
'Arr, oww.'
'Bear with it, I'm nearly done sport.' Then one more push and he was done. 'Oh yeah, that's the money shot there baby.' He pulled Blake down onto him, chest to chest, face to face and kissed him deep and hard, which he responded to with nearly the same passion. With one hand holding Blake to him, the other removed his dick from Blake with a soft pop. Moving Blake's mouth off of his, he slid the whole of the head into the cradle of his shoulder. 'You up for a quick one, Marsh, before we go?'
'You mean?' 'Yeah I mean... but it better be fast, cause we got to make a move soon, don't want the coach throwing a hissy fit if we're late.'
'Will he-'
'Blake will be fine; he knows what he has to do.'
'No more Reuben, I'm sore.'
'Sorry kiddo, but this is important. I wouldn't ask you to do it otherwise. I told you that there would be times throughout the year that you're gonna get banged quite a lot and unfortunately it won't always be me, so I need you to get used to it. Now some of these guys won't be as gentle or as nice as me, especially one I know, but it is a fact of life and this school. If I am going to have to break you in, I want someone to do it that I trust and that is Marshall. He is more than just my right hand on the pitch; he is also my right hand man off the pitch as well. As I said last night, I am a powerful guy in this school, but there are always others trying to undermine you and topple you. It's necessary to build power bases and make deals. That is why power talks and you my young little lover boy are currency. That is why I had to choose well and I can tell you, to your face that I am not sorry for my choice and wouldn't change you for anyone. But at the moment I have a big game to win, so I need to shut up and get Marshall in you, do you understand Blake?'
'I suppose so, but I don't like.'
'I know it's not nice, but I will protect you and so will the people behind me, especially Marshall.'
'It will be okay Blake, I'm a good fuck, or so Reuben tells me,' Marshall tells him laughing.
'You ready to do this, cause I got a date with a big round object which is going in the back of the net?'
'I'll do it. I'll do it for you Reuben'
'Good boy,' kissing him. 'Now, get in there while he is still lubed up, Marsh and don't hurt him.'
'I won't, I promise, he won't even know I'm there.'
'Just relax kiddo. He's not as built as I am, just kidding Marsh, so it shouldn't hurt as much.'
'Harsh, but you would know Reuben,' Marshall said with a smile. As he slid up close to Blake's butt and lined himself up with the boy, pressing the head of his shaft against him.
'I've got you, just concentrate on me and Marshall will show you a good time.' Drawing him in close with a kiss, he held him tight, watching Marshall prepare himself and then he was in, one slick push, helped by Reuben's entry and deposit. A squeal escaped and his body jerked, but Reuben held him still and Marshall ground against his butt again, running his cock up and into Blake slow and steady, his balls rubbing against the peachy flesh. He was in deep and Blake was tight around him, taking what he was giving as he rocked against him. His hands were pressing on Blake's back, pushing into him, beads of sweat dropped from his forehead as he wiped his fringe out of his eyes.
Marshall had got into his groove and was banging away on Blake, the boy trembled occasionally and tried to resist his lunges, but he put his back into it. Bending down he licked the back of the boy's neck, feeling the softness of the skin. Reuben swapped mouths and pulled Marshall right down over Blake and started snogging him. The body sandwiched between them was all sweaty and slid up and down as Marshall sped up for the end game.
'Breaking off from Reuben, Marshall raised himself up again, took hold of Blake's butt cheeks and pounded hard. 'Stop, stop.'
'I'm nearly there little guy, hang on.'
'You can do it, just relax kiddo, it's nearly over.'
'Here we go-,' the feeling was there, he was ready, his cock was throbbing and rubbing on his shaft just got better. 'One, two, three, score,' and on that last word he held Blake's butt in place and dived right in.
'Arrr... no more'
'He's all there baby, you did real good.'
'Can we stop now?'
'Yeah we're all done.' Marshall pulled himself off and out of Blake and headed into the bathroom for a piss. 'Up you get.' Rolling Blake off of him and grabbing his stuff from the floor. 'Get yourself a shower, we need to shoot. I'll see you at the match. Remember, I need you all scrubbed up, dressed and ready to go by Seven okay?'
'Yup.'
'Good one, sport.'
'What is happening tonight Reuben?' He asked sitting up and putting his chin on Reuben's shoulder, while he slipped his socks on.
'A meeting of the 'Gods', I'll tell you about it later. Marshall get that skinny ass of yours in gear.'
'I'm coming,' as he came out of the bathroom. He slipped his trousers and shoes on and threw his shirt over his shoulder. 'I'm ready.'
'Right. We're out of here, Ill see you later kiddo,' giving him another kiss as he went out the door.
'Bye,' and then they were gone. Blake did what he was told and jumped in the shower, but stayed away from his butt, as just touching it hurt, which considering he had been fucked six times in the last twenty four hours wasn't surprising. He didn't know how Reuben could say that it didn't hurt after a while, cause he certainly did.
While Blake was getting his shower Reuben and Marshall headed down to the sports pavilion, the coach was going to have kittens. 'He's not ready.'
'I know. I left it too late.'
'I told you you should have just done it and he'd get used to it, most of them do anyway.'
'And I told you that I wasn't going to do that.'
'Yeah but Reuben-'
'No buts, it was my decision to make Marsh.'
'I know.'
'Just cause I'm going to be whoring him out to half the school, doesn't mean I don't want him to enjoy it. I wasn't just going to rape him and force him to do what I wanted. My first time wasn't great and I know what happened to you that first night you were here and I was determined that wasn't happening to him. I'll protect him as much as I can, he's not from our world, no money, no breeding, he's mine for the year and I'll look after him. I expect you to do the same as well.'
Of course I will, you know that,' putting his arm around Reuben's shoulders. 'Ryan is going to take him apart tonight.'
'No he won't he can't pull off a stunt like that just yet, he hasn't got the backing yet, just as I don't, but he's gonna make sure he gets a go with Blake and he'll be as rough as he can get away with.'
'What about Christian?'
'Christian will keep him in line, but he won't take sides, it probably a good thing in a way.
'I've heard that Wayne has gone over to Ryan's side.'
'Yeah, but I'd seen that one coming. He'll be under orders to make a play for Blake tonight as well, but its okay, I've got someone in my corner now.'
'Who?'
'Roberto. The twins sorted it for me and he's confirmed. That just leaves Spencer and Mark who are yet to commit.'
'What if Spencer throws his name in?'
'He won't, he hasn't got the balls, he should never have been a 'God', he's happy with being second in command, though which ever one of us got him on side could push it.' Having exited the Accommodation wing, Reuben popped a smoke into his mouth as they headed down to the pitches. He knew he shouldn't, not before a game but he was pumped and wanted it. 'I'm gonna need you to do something for me.'
'Anything you want you know that.'
'Put some feeler's out to Mark's and Spencer's people, see which way they're leaning and what kind of incentives are needed to sway them.'
'I can do that.'
'That's the easy bit. I want some of those rugby boys neutralised.'
'What do you mean, neutralised... Reuben?'
'I mean I want to start taking out some of the people he's got behind him. I don't mean permanently, I mean I want something on them which I can use against them as leverage so they will rethink where they put there loyalty when the time comes.'
'Where and what am I meant to find?'
'I don't know that's why I want you to do some quiet enquiries, see what you can dig up. You know that all us rich boys have skeletons in our closets and what we get up to when we're bored. Don't worry about Bruce; I've got him nailed already.'
'How?'
'You don't need to know just now, let's just say that my brother was involved. Oh and one last thing.'
'Yeah.'
'I want someone to be doing his brother.'
'Reuben... no you can't.'
'You're right I can't. As a 'God' I can't be seen to be getting my hands dirty or for anyone to know that I am behind it. What I want you to do is find someone who we can trust but isn't too close to us to get close to him and have a bit of fun.'
'But he's a third year that means it's up to him what he does.'
'I know that, and I know there is the odd person who takes liberties, that's why I want someone to get close to him.'
'It might get traced back to you, Ryan will go mental.'
'Quite possibly, so whoever you choose better make sure they don't get caught.'
'You're taking a big risk Reuben.'
'I know. I've obviously got more of my brother in me than I thought I had.'
'You don't mean you want to do something like what your brother did-'
'No, no, I don't want things taken that far, or certainly not just yet, that would put everything under threat, you know what the repercussions of that were.'
'I don't know about this.'
'I do. Trust me. I have the brains, the looks and the body for this. I play to win and will do whatever I have to.'
'You better be right.'
'We'll see.' Flicking away his butt and heading into the sports pavilion. The game went better than expected with them winning 3-1, with Marshall getting the last one. They celebrated as usual and then he said goodbye.
'Be careful tonight.'
'I always am.'
'And don't get cocky.'
'I always am. See you later Marsh and good work today.'
'Thanks.'
Getting back to the room he found Blake dressed up and reading Harry Potter again. 'What's this?'
'What?'
'I mean your clothes; I told you I needed you to put your good clothes on.'
'This is all I have, this shirt and my school trousers.'
'Well, this is not going to do. None of my stuff is going to fit you though. Clothes I will have to deal with this later, but for now, let me see what I can do to smarten you up.' Going to the wardrobe he grabbed one of his silk ties and threw nit at Blake. 'Put that on while I shower.'
When he came back out, towelling, he looked over at Blake, thinking that he looked hot, a mess, but hot. He wasn't up to scratch but he would have to do. The boy needed a new wardrobe but there was no time to sort it out now. As he dried himself off, Blake looked up at him with a pained look in his eyes as if he wanted to say something but didn't know how.' What's up sport?'
'I don't know... It's just?'
'It's what?'
'This stuff you've been doing with me?'
'Yeah.'
'Does it mean that I'm... You know... Gay?'
'Hey kiddo, who's been telling you things like that?' Going over to him, Reuben knelt down between his legs and looked up at him.
'No one. I just heard stuff, other guys talking.'
'I don't want you listening to that shit. You're only gay if you want to be. What we do is just sex. One guy sucking another, one guy fucking another in the ass, one guy taking it in the ass, it's all just sex. What we do here is about sex and power, not about being gay or straight. Hell my brother was a fucking boy whore when he was here, he couldn't get enough ass and he's engaged to get married now. He's still one of the few people I'll let put anything in me, though let is probably stretching the truth a little, you don't say no to my brother. You're eleven years old Blake, far too young to be making decisions about what you are, you just need to take it for what it is, pure unadulterated raw sex. It's a dog eat dog world here at Kelton, kiddo and its screw or get crewed over and I don't intend to let that happen. Are you with me?'
'Yeah I'm with you... it's just I don't understand that's all.'
'Hey,' stroking his cheek, 'you don't need to understand sport, that's what I'm here for. You just have to work hard, get good grades in your classes, swim the best you can and know that I will always look after you, cause you're mine, all mine.' With that, he hugged him close, kissing him, slow and deep, taking his time, enjoying it, guiding Blake and letting him come back at him with his little tongue. 'Enough of this, I got to get dressed and I don't want you worrying about shit anymore, okay?'
'Okay Reuben.'
Getting up, Reuben went to the wardrobe and slipped on a pair of black silk boxers, taking out his Pierre Cardin charcoal suit which he hung on the back of the door, adding to this came a dark blue Armani shirt and tie set. Till he could get Blake sorted, one of them had to look hot for tonight's meeting. The first one of the year, this was where the battle lines would be drawn and the opening salvos would be launched. It proved to be an interesting evening. Admiring himself in the mirror, the clothes were soon on his back and he did his hair, and then splashed Desire aftershave on himself and a little on Blake. 'That smells nice.'
'I know. Only the best for me and you, kiddo. Now,' checking his watch, 'we've got about ten minutes before we have to leave, and there are some things I have to tell you about tonight.' He sat down next to Blake and put his arm around him. 'I've wanted to tell you before, but I didn't want you worrying about it, so I didn't.'
'Worry about what, Reuben?'
'What's going to be happening tonight and also what kind of a situation you find yourself in being my boy.'
'Like what?'
'What I told you before was correct, as I said I would never lie to you, I just didn't elaborate on everything. We are going to a meeting tonight. The first official meeting of the 'Gods', where we will have dinner, talk, get stuff sorted and then relax.' He went quiet for a moment, but Blake new better than to say anything. 'It's the part about the relaxing that I haven't told you about yet. When we relax, it involves, like so much does in this school, it involves sex, and a lot of it as well. It includes all the 'Gods' and all their boys, including you sport. It's kind of a bit of an orgy, the privilege of our positions, but with a twist.' Again silence descended and again Blake stayed quiet and just looked at Reuben.
'The tradition that I and the other 'Gods' have to abide by is that we can have any three boys we want, but we are not allowed near our own. This means after the meeting I can't go near you until the end of the meeting, not only that, I can't control which of the others fuck you. If I could, I know who I would choose, but I can't interfere, there are some things that are even bigger than I am.'
'I can't do it anymore at the moment Reuben, I'm still sore.'
Taking the boys head in his hands, Reuben stared deep into those innocent eyes and could see that he was scared behind the willingness to do what he was being asked to do. 'I know you are baby, but I have no control over this, and this is something that you must do. I told you there would be times that I would need you to have sex with other people, this is one of those times. That's why I wanted you and Marshall to hook up this afternoon. Not everyone is going to behave like him, but I will still be there and I will do everything I can to look out for you, but you are going to have to suck and fuck three different guys, none of which will be me.'
A little tear rolled down Blake's right cheek and Reuben bent in and used his lips softly to catch it. 'Hey kiddo, listen to me, I know you can do this, you know you can do it and after tonight, my promise still stands, that no one, not even me will go near you for the next week. You believe me don't you?' The head nodded affirmatively at this and the lips gave Reuben a little peck and a small smile.
'Now, that was the sort of okay news, this is the sort of bad news, sport. I've tried to keep you out of things for as long as I could, but you are going to need to know what's occurring, because as of tonight you are going to be directly involved. I'm currently at war with one of the other 'Gods', Ryan who is ranked fourth, but he has the backing of Wayne of is fifth, while I have Roberto in my corner, whose seventh. Christian is neutral, as is Spencer and Mark, at the moment, but anything could happen. So far we have been trading blows behind the scenes and gathering people to our respective camps, but tonight is going to be the first time that we enter the arena as such and he will be gunning for you and me through you.'
'Why? What do you mean?'
'Because it means he can try and score points over me and make him look stronger, in front of the other 'Gods' and also he wanted you, but I got there first and for your sake you should be very happy, he can be an animal and I should know, cause he's like my brother. His aim will be to get to fuck you and make it as hard and painful for you as he can. He will also have ordered Wayne to do the same if he gets you.'
'Why?'
'Cause if he hurts you he hurts me, and indirectly my campaign. Now I've got some of my own moves, which means if Roberto gets you, he will look after you, but ideally we want either Spencer or Mark to get with you, 'cause they are undecided and neither is that imaginative in bed. If you get Christian, he'd look after you, but he is big, bigger than me and it could hurt. Now, this is how we have to play it tonight and that is dead cool. Don't let anything that Ryan, Wayne or either of their boys say affect you. When you're getting fucked, you can't cry baby, this is really important. However much it hurts, you can't cry, you hear? Whatever or however they do you, you can't let them get to you. Just think of me, pretend it's me; pretend you're somewhere else, anything to help you get through it, until it's over. You hear me don't you? I need you to be big and brave for me, for us, okay?'
'I don't know if I can Reuben' I don't know if I can do it.'
'I know you can, and you have to tell yourself that as well, because it's happening little guy and it's time we made a move. You ready to do this?'
'No, not at all, but I will... for you... Reuben.'
'That's my boy.' With one hand holding the back of Blake's head he started making out with him, leaning him backwards down onto the bed and with the other he caressed the boys groin, and then left him alone on the bed, as he got up, smartened his suit and pulled Blake up to join him. 'Time to go, kiddo.' With that he headed to the door and ushered Blake out, to start the walk of the condemned going to get his last meal in the 'Gods' rooms in the main school building.
A cigarette was in Reuben's mouth as soon as they got out of the dorms and an arm around the shoulders of the smaller boy at his side. They must have made quite a picture if there had been anyone around to see them, but the rest of the school would have been at dinner themselves and so no one saw them as they made their way to the rooms. Along the way, they ran into Spencer and his boy, Mickey, who they walked in silence with to where they were going. There were two men, standing by the doors, opening them allowing them to enter, Reuben letting Spencer go first befitting his station above him. They were the last to arrive, the others already sat around a large table, with Christian and his boy Stefan at the head, with the others placed along the side in order of importance.
A sneer was on Ryan's face as Reuben and Blake sat down, on the opposite side of table to the rugby boy. Poor Blake was certainly the least dressed up of them, and Wayne wasn't slow in pointing this out, but before Reuben could respond, Christian stepped in quieting him down with the announcement that dinner was to be served. Throughout the three course meal, pleasantries and small talk were the order of the day, which included congrats to Reuben and the football team on their win and commiserations to Ryan and the rugby team on there narrow defeat. Ryan's face dropped at this reminder but Reuben stayed quiet on the matter and gave him a small wink and blew him a kiss over the table.
Throughout the meal, when he wasn't eating Reuben's right hand rested on Blake's leg under the table, rubbing it and giving it an affectionate squeeze now and again. A smile greeted hi now and again, but he could see what was going on in Blake's head, and as the boys weren't permitted to speak through dinner or the meeting that started shortly after, he let his eyes say what he needed to.
The meeting itself lasted about an hour, where the seven 'Gods' discussed everything from the intake of the new students, how those already at Kelton had resettled in and the state of the food in the dining hall. There were more serious matters that concerned disciplinary matters and also a case of plagiarism by one of the fifth year. It was noted that one of the teachers needed to be kept under supervision as there had been some unconfirmed rumours that he had been indulging himself with some boys, which was strictly against the rules and if true, would need to be dealt with but the 'Gods' and their brand of punishment.
With the meeting finished, Roberto got up and went over to the doors, which he locked from the inside and handed the keys to Christian, before retaking his place at the end of the table. Standing, Christian addressed the whole room, including the assorted younger boys. 'Welcome to all of our potential 'Gods', who have managed to sit silently for the last two ours, while we got through what we needed to. I take it that you have all been briefed on what will be happening tonight?' The room looked back at him, but no one said anything. 'You can speak now.' With that a chorus of yes's came back at him, with varying levels of enthusiasm.
'Good. Every 'God' has his own pot of names and in descending rank of authority, names will be picked out which will decide who will be getting with who. What I need while we are doing is for all you boys to get up from the table, head over to the sofa's and chairs and get undressed please.' No one moved, so Christian repeated himself and added a 'now' onto the end. With this, Reuben gave Blake's leg one more squeeze, long and insistent, and mouthed at him, 'I love you. You can do it for us,' and then he was up and moving with the others, Stefan, Mickey, Ford, Tyler, Carl and Damon. The seven of them, were self conscious, wary of each other as they started to peel of shirts and trousers.
As this was happening the lottery had started around the table. Interesting developments had come from the start and Reuben was on tender hooks. It wasn't as bad as it could have been when Blake's name was drawn out first by Christian, which could be a blessing in some ways, with him preparing him for the others. Yet Ryan's face got longer as Reuben pulled Ford's name out of his pot first, yet he didn't have the same designs on Ryan's boy as he had on Blake, or not just yet. Fools rush in, was a motto that he had learnt early one and had abided by it since. Ryan had got Mickey the red head in the first round. Second time round, Reuben found himself with Tyler, Ryan got Carl and as Blake's name didn't come out until the end and he was Roberto's he kept the smile inside and played it dead calm. It was about to go down hill though, as the final names were drawn, Reuben also getting the redhead Mickey, but Ryan's face lit up and very slowly turned it around to display Blake's name sat on it. It was going to happen and Ryan was going to love it, his enthusiasm being shared by Wayne, but Reuben's poker face displayed none of his inner anger and turmoil.
'You all know how this works; we've all been here ourselves many times, when we were in there place.' Christian started off by telling them. 'You take turns with the boys in the order they were drawn out. If the next one isn't ready, then just carry on playing with the one you've got and wait until they are free. We all stay until the last one is finished. There will be no rough stuff; we're not into S&M. If I say calm down that is what you do, I don't want to have to repeat myself, am I understood?' Affirmatives were given by those around the table.
'Alright then, it looks like the boys are ready,' Reuben looked over to where seven naked boys were sat, some of them defending their modesty, others flagrantly revelling in their state, Blake being one of the former. 'So let's have some good clean fun guys and see what our boys can do to relax us on this important and auspicious evening.' Christian stood up and started to undo his tie. The others around the table got up; Reuben included and started to undress. Clothes were casually thrown on the floor or in Reuben and Spencer's case, folded and left on their chair. They were seven distinctly naked bodies, just like those of the boys. Tall, thin, skinny, athletic, butch and average, this group made their way to where the boys were waiting and started to pair up.
Reuben only had eyes for two people in this room, and while the likes of Spencer and Mark had their first chosen ones sucking on their members, Ryan and Wayne didn't bother with foreplay and got straight to shoving their cocks in the boys asses. Reuben took hold of Ford and led him over to the table, where he sat down on one of the vacant seats, directing the boys head down and his dick into his mouth. Yet the feel of the little rampant mouth going hell for leather on his shaft was not really of any interest, as his view was captured more by Blake and Christian, the latter having sat in one of the armchairs. Moving the small boy up onto his lap, playing with his nipples, letting his tongue play games around his neck, he silently slipped a finger up inside, holding him in place as the body resisted, but no sound, except pleasure came out of him.
At the rate the little cocksucker Ford was going, he was gonna have him cumming in his mouth, which wasn't the way he wanted it. Lifting up the head, but without saying anything, he moved Ford across his lap, spat on his fingers, shoving them into him, not roughly, but without really thinking about it, absentmindedly as such, starting to piston them into him, holding the head down glancing over at Ryan. Wayne and him were double teaming their respective boys, one on his back, with Wayne planting himself inside the boy. The other was on all fours on top of the first, with Ryan firmly ramming his five inches into the body, hands on the hips, dragging back hard each time he went forwards.
Letting his eyes drift off of the fucker and the grunting groaning sounds emanating from that end of the room, he returned back to Blake, whose hand was gripping Christian's huge hardness, admittedly the biggest in the room, and now taking two fingers in the ass and a tongue in the ear. Christian lifted him up, rotating him, so Blake was sitting on his lap, his small back resting against the broad chest of Christian, his shorter legs dangling either side of the big boys. Between the two of them, Blake was elevated, his hands looking for the shaft between his legs and moving it beneath him. The head of which was placed near his hole delicately, Christian taking his time with the boy, one hand underneath him, an arm around his chest, slowly letting the boy descend onto his, impaling him inch by inch.
Reuben decided it was his time to move, removing what was already inside Ford and pushing him up onto the table. 'Come on big boy, you gonna give me some of that meat you got between your legs, or are you gonna just look at my cute ass.' Reuben said nothing, climbing up behind the boy, and laying on top of him. Ryan had turned the boy into a right whore, doing him from the first time he got him back to his room, and then constantly after that. He was often used as the bang boy for the rugby guys, Ryan liking to show off. Reuben felt thankful that he had got to Blake before Ryan, as he used his feet to spread Ford's legs and find the hole he dived into, his hands wrapped under the boy's body, clamping onto his shoulders. 'Oh yeah baby, give it to me. Put that big hard dick in my ass, I want it badly. Ram me, ram my ass.' Reuben took no notice of Ford, just felt him writhing underneath him, the butt clamping onto his dick sucking it inside of him.
Over the way, Ryan exclaimed butchly as his dick throbbed and he unleashed into the first ass of the evening. Reuben could see Christian speaking into Blake's ear, whispering, but he couldn't hear what he was saying. Not all of his dick was inside Blake, but the boy was still going up and down on what was in him. Christian wasn't a cruel guy, but he would want all of himself inside of Blake and he would have to accommodate him. As if to prove the point, Blake descended further, a pained look came across his face, but then a smile came back.
Reuben concentrated on balling the kid, so he could get off of him and move onto the next. The sound of his balls slapping against the fresh ass was the only sound he concentrated on for a while. The boy squealing and squirming underneath him, his fingertips digging into the soft flesh of his shoulders as he let out a gasp and pushed himself deep, further than Ryan would have been able to go. Pulling out, he wiped his wet dick across the boys butt, drying it off and climbing down off the table. Ford just laughed at him and scooted down off the table, looking for Spencer who was having him next.
He could see now, that Christian had altered Blake's position and now had long arms holding him up from under the arm pits and his small butt had taken that further inch. Not every time would he let it go all the way in, but one out of four times Christian had in buried in that tight place, and though the mouth told a story of how good it was, the eyes told another. He was concentrating on Blake so much, he hadn't noticed that the shy one, Tyler had come over and was putting his deflated, semi erect penis in his mouth, to bring it back to life.
He let his hand drift down and entangle itself in the curly mop atop of the naked body. Ryan, who had Carl this time, had him up against the wall, face first, mashed against it, hands on his shoulders keeping him in place, as he rose up onto the balls of his feet, pushing, grinding all of himself into Wayne's boy. Yet a short sharp scream dragged his attention away from the scene, as Blake was fully impaled on Christian who was shuddering as he spent himself in the boy. Rather effortlessly he lifted the boy up off his still hard dick, and swatting him on the ass, sending him on his way. Roberto, who had already finished with his first round, put a comforting arm around Blake. Reuben caught his eye and mouthed to him, 'Over here'.
He schooched along the side of the table, where he was leaning and made room for Roberto and Blake. Blake looked up at him as Tyler's tongue was running itself along his shaft, tickling his balls as he did so. Under his breath he told him, 'you're doing great, sport,' then he let Roberto take him by the head and guide him to the important bits. He took it into his mouth, gagging for a moment and then doing what he had been taught to do by Reuben. The two boys on their knees on the carpet, heads bobbing out of sync with each other, had mouths wrapped around flesh and both worked the shafts in their respective mouths. Reuben took the boy from his stick and brought him up off his knees, smiling wryly; he turned the boy round and bent him over the table. His feet barely still on the floor, the boy next to him, Blake, when Roberto moved him around and lifted him up onto the table, his tummy rubbing along the top, didn't quite make the floor, dangling idly for the moment, as Roberto spread his cheeks, the residue of Christian oozing slowly out of him, as the older boy prepared himself for entry. Under his breath, so as no one, other than the four of them could hear, and which Tyler wouldn't repeat, 'go gently,' Roberto nodded and placed himself at Blake's opening.
Leaning over him, Roberto put his head down by Blake's ear, 'relax, this will be slow and easy.' At the same time, Reuben was opening Tyler up, the feeling of cum sliding along his fingers. A small gasp escaped from Blake as his inner sanctum was breached, but this was turned into a groan and exhalation as the meat slowly entered him. Calm hands massaged Blake's back, moving up to his neck, kneading the muscles in the shoulders. Reuben got himself extricated from inside Tyler and moved himself into position for entry. At that moment, Christian's voice spoke up, and looking over his shoulder Reuben could see why. Ryan had lifted Carl's body up the wall, his face pushed harder against the wall and he was being told to keep it down.
Reuben turned away; the only thought in his mind was what was going to happen to Blake soon. Hands grabbed little mounds of Tyler's butt as he pushed against his wall. The tight warm flesh engulfing his cock, wrapping its seductive longing around it, but Reuben wasn't in the mood. He pumped his cock, but it was more like he was a bad porn actor, one of those gay for pay straight actors, who just fucked butt for the money, but put no feeling into it. Roberto was making slow deep lunges into Blake, whose back arced in response and little mewling noise came out of him. His insides were on fire, he was sore, the cooling feeling of cum inside helped to numb it, but it was more the constant rubbing on the delicateness of his body that hurt more. Every time Roberto pushed, Blake just thought of Reuben, looking at him next to him, the smile on his face, knowing he had to stay stronger for him. He would protect them and especially him.
'How we doing over here girls' You know, you fuck like pussies.' Ryan was leaning against the table, Reuben hadn't seen him finish with Carl, or come over. 'So, you getting that piece of ass ready for me? Can't wait to give him a taste of Ryan Jr,' grabbing himself for effect.'
'Why don't you just back off Ryan. You'll get your turn don't worry.' His pace had picked up inside of Tyler, his seven inches now wanting to get fully inside, when before it wasn't that bothered. It now craved to find the innermost wall and push up against it. He didn't even notice until the stabbing pain drove through Tyler, making the shy quiet boy give a sharp cry, causing Reuben to reign himself in. 'Little bit tetchy there aren't we?' Laughing to himself, he hopped up onto the table and started jacking himself.
Rather than holding back, when the time came he just let it go, not wanting to go on longer. Reuben gripped hard to Tyler's hips, thrust once, shot and pulled out seamlessly in moments. Roberto had gathered up Blake's legs and held them either side of him, making the small boy straight as he moved to finish his job, his fun on this night. When it came to crunch time, he didn't force himself into Blake; instead he pulled out and came over the little round butt cheeks in front of him. Emptying himself over the perfect flesh, putting cream on the tanned body of Blake and finishing.
'Move out the way loverboy, he's all mine now.' Ryan took Blake by the hand, dragging him off the table.'
'Leave it out Ryan; give him a chance he's only just finished.'
'Why should I' You know what I say, an empty butt is a wasted butt, and I ain't going to be wasting this one,' sliding an arm across Blake's throat and slapping his ass hard. 'I've been looking forwards to this.'
Reuben's hand gripped the edge of the table, his knuckles turning white, as he tensed his whole body, watching Ryan take away his Blake, his boy, but not too far. To the armchair that was the nearest to the table. It's back was facing him, Ryan smiled before sitting down, and the brave scared face of Blake looked over at him from across the top of the chair, before being dragged down to service the rugby boy. The young Tyler was still lying face down on the table and he turned to Reuben asking, 'is it alright to get up sir?'
'Yeah, we're done kid, time for you to move on.' The boy slid himself off the table and headed back into the main room, where the likes of Christian, Spencer, Wayne and Mark were waiting. Reuben sat back down on the chair by the table, listening to the sounds of pleasure coming from behind the chair, from Ryan anyway. His elbows were hanging over the arms of the chair, and it was obvious what he was doing with his hands.
Mickey, the red head had come over to Reuben and was waiting patiently to be used, himself standing in a state of excitement and arousal. 'You ready then kid?'
'Yes, Sir.'
'You can start when you want then,' spreading his legs apart, his own weapon lazily lying on his thigh. The boy bent over and soon Reuben had a red crotch from the curly mop that had strayed into that direction and began massaging his limpness. He wasn't bad at what he was doing, but Reuben's concentration on the back of the chair was all that mattered, his eyes boring through the material into the back of Ryan's head.
It was at that moment that he could hear Ryan tell Blake to get off of him, which he did and Ryan stood up. Making sure that Reuben was watching them he got behind Blake and manoeuvred him up onto the armchair. His legs were placed either side of the arms, spreading the boy wide and opening him up for plundering. His arms were place around the sides of the chair, while his head was placed on the head rest, looking over at Reuben, so they could both enjoy the event, not. Ryan had done it on purpose, because he wanted to make sure Reuben saw how much he was going to bang Blake, and there would be nothing that he could do about it.
Reuben tried looking away, lifting up Mickey's head and moving him above him, encouraging him to sit down on the tool he had been waxing. This attempt at distraction didn't work even when Mickey sucked him inside, the warm heat of his body, mixing with sweat washing over him and the boy not worrying that he was taking a full seven, as he sat right down without much discomfort. The arms went around Reuben's neck, as the body started to grind down on him, rubbing its own handgun against his stomach. However, Reuben could still see his head and shoulder over to Blake, whose eyes were pleading with him to do something, all he could give him was a mouthed 'I'm sorry'.
Ryan climbed up onto the armchair behind Blake, his hands clasping, groping, and pawing at his ass, as he leered over Blake's shoulder at Reuben. Whispering into Blake's ear, Ryan told him, 'I'm going to enjoy banging this pretty little ass of yours, give it a proper workout. I bet you haven't had one yet from golden balls over there, have you?' Blake ignored him and just concentrated on Reuben's face, ignoring the red thing bouncing on his lap. 'I hope you're ready to put on a good show, because I want to make sure he hears and sees every little bit of this.' With that, and the absence of any warning, his dick was in his hand in one moment and the next, shoved into Blake, the whole five inches, right up to his balls. A cry of pain escaped from the little boy, his face contorted, Reuben started to get up, bringing little Mickey with his but once more Christian was there first again.
'I told you Ryan, calm it down, we're not here to break them, we're here to fuck them.'
'That's what I'm doing Chris, I can't help it if he's tighter that a nun's snatch and can't handle it,' pulling it out and shoving it back up again, the face showing to Reuben what the voice would not let escape.
'Just pull it back a notch,' he left it at that and went back to fucking Damon doggy style in front of the fire.
Bending down, Ryan took the lobe of Blake's ear in his mouth and bit down. 'I don't want any displays like that, you hear me. Take it like a man, because if you don't, you don't to meet me the next time I get a chance to fuck you, little pussy, you hear me.' Blake understood only too well, it was just as Reuben had said earlier, and he couldn't let Reuben down, so he would try really hard not to make any sounds, or to cry, while this animal continued his barrage, so he nodded to Ryan. 'Good little pussy boy.'
With that, Ryan got down to the business at hand of blasting this kid's ass, and getting the most enjoyment as possible. One hand rested on Blake's left shoulder, the over was on his hip, both of them meant to keep his body in one place, holding it still, while his cock thrust into him. It wasn't that Blake couldn't take him, he could, Reuben was bigger and so was Christian and he just about managed that. It was just the roughness of his entry, the roughness of his plunging in, and the already bruised nature of Blake's inside from the continual fucking he'd received over the past 24hrs. The fingers on his little shoulder, gripped hard as did the one on his waist, which had managed to find a little bit of puppy fat there as well. The head of the smaller but slightly thicker dick kept rubbing along him, causing friction on the already sore bits, but Ryan wasn't stopping any time soon. The steady, hard rhythm Ryan was inflicting on the boy made him want to cry out, but he gritted everything he could, teeth, fists and his butt cheeks, which just seemed to excite Ryan more, as he felt the smaller boy clamp onto him, he took it as a sign to ram his meat harder into the soft flesh, which he did. The small body was rocking against the armchair, but with no worry about knocking it over.
Reuben was letting Mickey doing all the work and so when he realised the boy had brought him to climax, it came as a surprise and he only had a moment to latch onto the boy and hold tight before he lost control and came inside the little red head that was happy just bouncing away on the lap of the larger boy. Reuben put a small thrust into the mix, just to show he was there and that Mickey hadn't just been fucking an inanimate object, but he was soon sucked dry by the boy and it was time to let him go and get dressed. Smiling, Mickey got up without needing to be asked, maybe he sensed that Reuben wasn't there he didn't know, nor was he that interested at the time.
Ryan's grinning face was still there, as the thrust of his body showed Reuben that he was slamming himself into Blake's special place, which would need to be looked after, after the pressures of his work tonight. The face loomed over Blake's right shoulder, whispering dirty words and comments into the ear which Reuben couldn't hear. The others had finished as well and like Reuben some of them had started to get dressed again. It was all about Ryan and Blake now, which it was always going to come down to and Ryan had made sure it would be something to watch.
Dressed, looking into that delicate small face, that looked so empty of any emotion, all he wanted to do was plant one on the rugby boy and get him off Blake, but he knew he couldn't do that. The boy was so strong and was being so brave, as soon as he could get him in his arms he wouldn't let him go.
Both hands were now situated on the back of Blake's shoulders holding them in place, as the speed increased and he started on the downward slope. Having already cum twice that evening and how ever many other times, he had been able to last longer and give Blake as much unadulterated pounding he could manage. Stuttered groaning escaped from him, as he pushed the body against the back of the chair, smothering it with his own and delved as far inside as he could to plant his little seed. Blake's mouth opened in a silent scream, as he refused to give voice to it. He wouldn't let Ryan know he was winning. He wouldn't give him the satisfaction, nor would he let Reuben or himself down and so quiet he stayed.
Sweaty balls banged against his bruised and battered ass as Ryan unloaded what he'd got and then pulled out as roughly as he had entered. 'Not bad I suppose. I've had better fucks but what can you expect with his upbringing. The poor are only there to be screwed and screwed over and I'm happen to do it to this little chump,' slapping him on the butt as he climbed off the chair.
Reuben was fuming but stayed still, not revealing anything, except a little bead of sweat that trickled down his face. He watched Blake climb off the chair, in obvious pain, especially when he walked, but he went over to where his clothes had been left and started putting them on. Ryan had headed over to Wayne and their boys Ford and Carl, all of which were still naked. Roberto was going to move nearer to Reuben, but he subtly motioned with his hand to stay where he was.
'Well guys,' Christian spoke up, 'I formally end this first meeting of the year of the 'Gods'. I think it went well. You all know what you should be doing and who is dealing with discipline over the coming weeks. Remember to keep your wings in order and I'll see you around.'
During this speech and before he unlocked and exited the room, Blake had come over to Reuben and slipped his hand into Reuben's, who accepted it wrapping his fingers around those of the smaller boy. 'You did so well, kiddo, I am so proud of you, let's go home.'
'It hurts Reuben, it hurts lots.'
'I know, sport, but we'll be back in our room soon,' leading the boy out of the room and down the corridor towards the front door of the Admin building.
'It hurts so much when I walk, Reuben,' his voice starting to break with the effort of everything he had kept inside of himself for the past couple of hours.
'I know, kiddo, but you have to walk just a little further for me little bro,' he told him as they walked out of the building with others following them. 'I can't do anything while the others are around, I need you to be strong, for me, just a little further, just past the Ming building,' he gave the hand a little squeeze, but he could feel Blake's nails digging into him as he found the will and the strength to keep going, yet tears had now started to escape from his eyes and his limping was becoming noticeable, at least to Reuben anyway. The building was fast approaching and he increased their speed, as the others started to head off in their own directions, Roberto called out, but Reuben just nodded and went round the corner.
As soon as they were out of sight, Reuben turned and swept Blake up into his arms, slipping one under his legs and the other round his back, hoisting him up off the ground and running with the boy cradled in his arms back to their block and their room. Blake thanked him through his tears, but Reuben told him to shut up and kissed him.
Putting him down briefly to open the door, he swept his across the threshold and laid him delicately on his bed. 'We're home now, you're safe.' With deft fingers, Reuben got the tie from around Blake's neck off and started removing his shirt. 'I'll look after you don't worry.' Shirt gone, followed by shoes and socks, topped off with trousers, as Reuben left the boxer's where they were. His own clothes followed suit, just pausing to fold, and he too left his boxers on. Climbing into the bed, Reuben drew the covers about the too of them, and just held Blake in his arms. A little voice rose, from the ashes of his tears asking, 'did you mean what you said, about me not having to do any stuff for a little while?'
'You bet I did. I told you, sport, I'll never lie to you. I might not tell you everything all the time, but I will never lie to you.'
'Thank you, Reuben.' Soft damp lips reached up and kissed Reuben.
'And don't you worry about Ryan, he will get his, I promise you of that. He's firmly in my crosshairs, him and his whole posse. Round one may have gone to him, but he'll soon lean how much I have leaned from my brother and excelled past him. There is now another Knight brother in charge of Kelton, with the power to go to war and he isn't scared to bring it.'
TO BE CONTINUED
This is my first story for nifty but the second part, so I hope you'll bear with me. I know it was a bit long, but I wanted to properly set up some major plotlines. In subsequent parts there will be others involved and I have a rough idea what's happening to them till about Christmas. If you have any thoughts or comments feel free to let me know at deanoangelus@yahoo.co.uk.