The Houseboys 08
The Houseboys
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Chapter 8
Craig was working on his school projects and David was in his usual position by the door when Graham phoned. As Paul had been allocating jobs for the day after breakfast, David had moved determinedly to stand behind Craig. He had not said anything but it was clear that he wanted to attend Craig the way he had the previous day.
Paul accepted it and told Ryan to start tidying the bedrooms while he took the others to school. Rob would accompany them until he had to turn off to reach Mr Crosis' office.
It was settling quickly into a routine with few problems but Craig was finding it all very difficult. Danny tended to be exhausted by his long days of school and community service and would fall asleep as soon as he was in bed leaving Craig frustrated. David was proving a strain. He found some satisfaction that David had started to respond but he was aware that any progress could be destroyed by the wrong word or wrong move.
He was also worried about Danny's future. Craig had grown fond of the other boy and hoped they could help him but it would mean taking on another problem.
The incident with Paul and Adam had upset him more than he wanted to admit even though it seemed to be over but if he had not given them the apartment he would not have had to punish them so he felt as if he was to blame.
David had seemed surprised when they had made their way straight to the office and when Craig asked why David nervously mentioned the run and shower the previous day. It seemed like a good idea to Craig and that's what they did. Craig was still restless when they finally reached the office.
“If Danny was here I'd have him on his knees under the desk to give me a blow job.” Craig said.
“Yes master.” David replied.
“Remember what I said about calling me master?”
“Yes master but you ordered me not to be scared of you.” David replied, “I'm trying to obey you, master.”
Craig was thoroughly confused by the answer but at least David had a bit of life to him.
“I said I would punish you for calling me master. You're lucky I haven't carried it out yet.”
“Yes Master, I know.” David replied, “I'm used to chastity and you did that wonderful thing for me yesterday. I know it will be a long time before I'm allowed pleasure again.”
“Come here!”
Craig pushed his chair back from his desk and spread his legs making David stand close between them.
“Now I want you to jerk off and cum all over me.”
David looked surprised but grabbed his cock and started stroking. Craig just sat with his hands behind his head, not helping in any way. He watched David's muscles as they tensed and heard his grunts as the pressure increased and suddenly white strings shot out landing on Craig's chest with one or two landing on his face.
David was worried that hitting Craig's face would get him into trouble but Craig merely told him to spread it all over. When his chest and face was shiny from the layer of jism covering him Craig looked David.
“Is it true masters mark their slaves?”
“Yes master.”
“You've just marked me. Shouldn't I be calling you master?”
David was at a complete loss how to answer. He'd heard how Craig sometimes wanted to be the servant but not to a useless nothing like him.
“Please don't trick me like this.” David replied eventually, “I'm trying not to be scared of you but I'm just a slave. I'm not worth anything more.”
“That's a pity.” Craig replied, “You see I need someone who wants to suck me off. If you're just a slave I don't know whether you want to or are just obeying me.”
Luckily for David, Craig had not asked a question so he could stand in silence. He had no idea how to respond. They could have stayed like that all day if the phone had not rung. It was a Mr. Thompson of CSC Placement asking when it would be convenient to bring the boy over.
Craig suggested late afternoon so that he could meet the others which suited Mr. Thompson very well. It seemed that the boy, Brian had been the victim of an inter-departmental wrangle. He had originally been fostered when he started skipping school and getting into trouble.
It was one of the ideas behind grading that youngsters be given a fresh start, somewhere new.
Every thing went well. Brian settled down and they would have tried to return him to his parents soon. Then one of his foster parents had a heart attack and could not continue looking after him. An inspector visited and confirmed that Brian had to be moved but the report said that Brian had been originally fostered for being a troublemaker and the foster parents could no longer cope with him. As a result he ended up in a home for unmanageable children. Placement knew the true situation but the Inspectorate was insistent that Placement could not know the full facts.
Placement were obliged to follow the Inspectorate's recommendations but could formally appeal or seek further discussions which is what they tried to do. Unfortunately budget restraints and a lack of interest by the Inspectorate slowed the process. In the meantime Brian had become increasingly angry and bitter about his treatment. To be accepted by his peers he had to start behaving like them and it all came to a head when he struck his supervisor.
Brian had been given a temporary grading to allow the staff to handle him more easily and he was charged with the assault. Encouraged by the Inspectorate, who saw the incident as a vindication of their decisions, the home was insisting that it was a deliberate and malicious attack which effectively meant that Brian was heading for grade one.
Mr Thompson had dealt with Brian since he had first been fostered and had done everything possible to help him. Brian's case was the final straw and he was resigning from the CSC. He had heard of Craig's search, had made enquiries, and could see that this was their last chance of salvaging anything for Brian.
Officially, the CSC would reprimand him for allowing a participant to take part in such a risky venture. Unofficially the paperwork would be stalled until after he had left.
While the phone call had gone on, Craig had been idly stroking David's thigh and was vaguely aware that David was becoming aroused again. What he did not see was the conflict in David's mind. Instead of punishing him for getting hard, let alone cumming, Craig seemed to encourage it. He had spent the last two days in close company with Craig and Craig had missed so many excuses to punish or torture him. He still had a dull dread that it would happen but he could convince himself that it would not be this time.
Craig's constant presence and gentle touches had re-wakened his sexuality and he wanted to respond to Craig's attentions by going down onto Craig, but how could he do that without making a move on his master without any sort of permission?
While Craig was on the phone he waited. Interrupting while two masters talked was a step too far but as Craig put the phone down, David knelt down and took Craig's member into his mouth.
The anger and the blows he risked never materialised so he began a long slow servicing of his master that Craig would remember for the rest of his life. Craig scarcely believed how his cock could penetrate David's throat while David could breathe in time to his head rocking up and down. As David's tongue and lips massaged his cock so the sensations created electrified his body.
Whenever Craig was about to cum, David eased the pace just enough to bring him from the edge before resuming the rhythm making the sensations more urgent than before. Finally David sensed that this time he could not pull Craig back without more drastic action and increased the pace.
Normally Craig grunted and groaned but this time yelled out as the force of his climax took complete control of his body. He arched his body lifting himself off his seat and lifting David with him until he collapsed, spent and exhausted back into the chair.
David knelt back on his haunches, with his hands behind his head, waiting for his master's verdict. Still nervous that he had overstepped the mark, he was reassured that Craig was not displaying any anger.
Craig recovered quickly. He would not be getting much school work done that day. It did not matter too much as he was slightly ahead of his program but after carefully kissing David on the forehead sent him to fetch Paul and Tom and drinks for all four of them. He had seen the look in David's eyes and the kiss had been to reassure him. Craig relayed the information he had about Brian. He wanted Danny to meet Brian so Paul needed to arrange for Danny to come straight home for once.
Once Craig started on his school work he felt relaxed and alert. He succeeded in making a little ground and so the he felt quite satisfied with his morning. Lunch also went well. Neither Ryan nor David contributed much but the atmosphere was far less strained than the day before. Tom was happy for their business activities to be shorter than usual and Craig had time to shower and dress ready for his visitors.
Craig was shocked at the sight of Brian. His shorts were torn up one leg leaving his genitals visible. A chain ran from his grader chain down his body. There was a ring in the chain just below the line of his nipples to which metal cuffs were attached keeping his hands up to his chest. The chain split just below his knees linking shackles around his ankles. His body was covered in cuts and bruises but in spite of his treatment Craig could see the fire in his eyes.
Brian was surprised that he was standing in front of someone his own age but it was enough that the CSC official was treating Craig as an equal and he launched into a wild tirade on 'fucking do gooders and how they could could kiss his arse'. Craig was sure he said a lot more but it was rambling and almost incoherent.
Craig had never had such a flood of hatred directed at him before. The CSC official rolled his eyes up in despair and began packing the papers back in his bag. When Brian finally paused for breath Craig called Paul in and had him stand where Brian could see him and picked up the tawse.
“This is my home and you do not speak like that to anyone while you're here. Craig said quietly. “Bend over that desk.”
“No fucking way. You can fuck off. I'll talk how I fucking like.”
That was gist of Brian's reply taking out the repetitions and general insults. Again Craig waited for a pause.
“That's two lots of six you've earned. You can try for a third and then Paul will bend you over and I will double your punishment.”
Brian looked across to Paul then back to Craig. The interview was not going how he expected it to go. Craig was not trying to be all friendly and telling him how, this time, things would be different. He had heard all that before when someone was promising to help him. He could not face the disappointment of more broken promises so he rejected everyone in authority. His first plan was not working so he needed to change tactics.
“You're just a kid like me. Why should I do what you say. Who's in charge here, your dad?”
“My dad is dead.” Craig replied trying to sound calm and steady, “I inherited this place so I'm in charge.”
“Sorry about your dad. Do you really own this place?”
Craig nodded.
“Paul will show you around after your punishment. Bend over that desk.”
Brian was thoroughly confused by now. Craig had stayed calm and in control and had not sent him away. He looked at Mr Thompson, the CSC official. Mr. Thompson seemed as uncertain as he was. He seemed ready to go but had remained seated.
Brian was beginning to see that he had talked himself into trouble that he was not going to get out of.
“I'm sorry I was rude.” Brian said, “I'll be careful how I speak until we go.”
“I say this to everyone who stays here.” Craig replied, “My brother Ethan is my first concern. I want to keep him away from the CSC so they can't mess him up.”
He turned to Mr. Thompson, “Sorry! I think I was rude to you, then.”
“Not at all, Mr. Ryder,“ Mr. Thompson grinned, “I wouldn't like my children to enter the CSC. We do our best but it's not ideal.”
“Everyone thinks I'm a kid so I have to prove I can keep control. Now bend over the desk, Brian.”
Brian surrendered and bent over allowing Craig to yank his shorts off. His last hope was that Craig would go easy on him and that hope vanished with the first blow. By the end of the first six blows across buttocks he was crying and howling in agony. After the next three it felt like the fires of hell were burning across his buttocks. The last three were the customary blows across the back of his legs that would be visible even when he was wearing shorts.
“Could I have the keys to his restraints, please?” Craig asked.
Taking them from Mr. Thompson he passed them onto Paul.
“Take him to the kitchen and get him something to eat and drink. Then show him around. You can keep him cuffed or release him as you see fit. Oh! See that there's a new pair of shorts for him when he leaves.
“Tell Tom we'll have tea in the living room.”
When Craig and Mr. Thompson were settled, Mr. Thompson asked, “Are you still thinking of taking him on after all that?”
“Most of the others will be home from school soon. Rob works and Danny normally does community service. Usually Paul fetches them but I thought I might need help with Brian. I'd like him to be around the others for a while and see how he gets on.”
“I see. It makes sense. I know how you want to use him and I told him you'd have an unpleasant job for him but I've not said how that will help him.”
Craig nodded. “That's OK.”
They heard the hubbub of the boys arriving then it went quiet as they settled down to homework. There was no sign of Paul or Brian so Craig and Mr. Thompson continued to sit and chat. It was a bit awkward at first as Mr. Thompson was asking about the their life there but he pointed out that, apart from needing some background for Brian's file, he was genuinely curious. Things relaxed when he pointed out that allowing Brian to be used for a sting was completely against every protocol and regulation. It was only because his case had been so badly handled that they wanted him to have one last chance.
Craig described the incident in the mall and how he had dealt with the salesmen in the estate agents and the workman who had wanted to rape him and Danny. The time passed and Ethan put his head round the door to say dinner was ready.
Tom had obtained some extra chairs and all twelve managed to sit around the table though even Craig found himself with less space than usual. Craig and Mr. Thompson were pleased to see Brian sitting, free of his chains, between Rick and Danny. The table fell silent as they began to eat but as the meal came to an end the conversation picked up again.
“Paul's told me what you want me to do.” Brian said a little aggressively, “Why should I? I'm gonna be grade 1 and that means dead.”
“Probably.” Craig replied, “The law says that if you help with a more serious crime your sentence can be reduced. It was meant to get a drug dealer say who their supplier was. Stuff like that. Our lawyer says it's never been tried like this but he thinks it may work.”
“Yeah! May work.” Brian snarled, “I'll stay five and have a home for more than five minutes.
“How about two and placed here?”
Brian stared at him.
“Another of your toys, I suppose. Like Danny. I'm surprised you haven't got him in my chains already.”
“You can put them on me if you like, Brian,” Danny giggled, “but Craig might want to try them first.”
While the rest of the table laughed with Danny, Craig blushed with embarrassment, Mr. Thompson was a little unhappy listening to this sort of talk while Brian wondered how his jibe had been turned around so much.
“OK then. I'll do it if Mr. Ryder spends a week in those chains.”
“That's enough, Brian.” Mr Thompson snapped. “We can forgive you being rude but you shouldn't put our host on the spot like that.”
“Why not? If he's so keen on helping Danny and me let him prove it.”
“First! My names Craig. I don't like being called Mr. Ryder.” Craig said quietly. “Second I can't wear them in business hours. I have school work, I'm learning about business from Tom and I have to meet people to do with running this place and looking after everyone.”
Brian stared at him. He had expected Mr. Thompson or someone to try and rescue Craig so he was not surprised by Mr. Thompson's remark but Craig had not taken the escape route, at least not completely. Craig did have a point a point about needing to be able to work but would he back out of the rest of the time?
“OK! We'll do it like a grader.” Brian said, “You can have enough restraints removed to work but you have to be under supervision. Paul can do that but for the rest of the time you're restrained. You sleep in the bunkhouse and you get no privileges.”
“Don't agree, Craig,” Rob exclaimed, “You do a load of stuff for us. You shouldn't be treated like that.
The other boys nodded and called their agreement and the hostility against Brian began to worry Tom and Mr. Thompson.
“How will it prove anything?” David asked quietly. “Master Craig will help you anyway.”
“Everyone says they'll help me but I'm just a case file.” Brian sobbed, revealing his emotions for once, “They go home in the evening and forget me. Why shouldn't someone show they care.”
Mr Thompson was uncomfortable because he knew Brian was right. Everyone was looking at him expecting some sort of denial.
“You're right about staff leaving their work behind them when they go home at night. It must seem as if they don't care but you're still wrong to put Craig on the spot like this.”
“Maybe I am and maybe he just likes to sit at this table and have everyone tell him how wonderful he is.”
“I think it's time we went.” Mr. Thompson said, “I'm sorry we've wasted your time, Craig. I do appreciate you seeing us.”
Craig had seen the look on Brian's face and could not understand it. Disappointment possibly? Fear certainly. Acceptance that Craig was just like the others?
“Could Brian stay the night and we'll take things one step at a time?” Craig asked.
“That means he'd stay under CSC jurisdiction. He'd have to be restrained or supervised all the time. I've stretched a point letting you release him now.”
Craig took Mr. Thompson through to the office where he signed the necessary papers and saw the CSC supervisor out.
Returning to the kitchen he kissed David on the forehead.
“Well done!” he said, “But stop calling me master.”
David thrilled to David's touch and was so delighted at the praise that he answered automatically and without thinking, “Yes master.”
Calling Danny over, Craig then stood in front of Brian making a point of standing in the respectful 'at ease' position.
“Mr. Thompson says you can just be supervised until we go to bed then you must be restrained until morning. It's do with you sneaking off while we're asleep. I'll be your grader until breakfast. Danny will supervise us both and we'll be treated the same when we're restrained for the night. Until then Danny is our master but I am to serve you.”
“Then why is Danny in charge? To make sure I go soft on you?”
“No! Work together.” Craig replied, “Don't forget, somebody needs to supervise you as well.”
This was not what Brian had expected. Craig was actually going to give up his evening for him and share his ordeal of being secured for the night. He'd noticed the happy atmosphere during the meal and the way they had defended Craig. Maybe he had misjudged Craig.
“No one else is wearing clothes.” Brian snapped, “Why are you?”
“I dressed for the meeting with Mr Thompson, sir.” Craig replied.
“Fair enough. He's gone now, so strip.”
Craig undressed and waited for Brian but Adam interrupted by saying they had given dinner long enough to settle and they could all go for a swim.
“Not you,” Brian said still very brusquely, “I need to talk to Danny first.”
Beckoning Craig to follow him, Brian led Craig outside then made him stand facing a wall with his hands behind his head. Craig stood, slightly erect with excitement but nervous about what Danny and Brian were planning. He could hear the noise from the barn and sometimes footsteps as someone returned to the house for something but nobody came for him.
Craig began to feel a bit cold. His erection had long faded with boredom and his arms were aching and still he stood there. He tried stretching to ease his muscles.
“Stand still!” a voice commanded. He thought it was Rick who had been on his way to the kitchen. “Unless you want Danny and Brian to know you're misbehaving.”
Time moved slowly until he heard the visitors leave. He hoped Danny and Brian had been waiting until then before coming for him but still he was left standing. Finally when he was thoroughly cold miserable and ready to go look for them he heard Danny and Brian approach talking happily to each other.
“It's been fun,” Danny said, “and I really am grateful that you'll help. I wish I didn't have to do this to you.”
“It's cool,” Brian replied, “It's a pity we didn't get around to Craig but like you said, we had fun. How do you want to do this?”
“Craig, put your hands down by your side. Danny ordered then added, “Stop complaining. You've not been here that long.”
As Craig had moved his arms he had groaned with pain as his muscles reacted to their treatment. Danny had Brian stand next to Craig and before he realised what had happened, he and Brian had been handcuffed together. They were led down into the cellar.
Rob was already there waiting for them holding some ropes while an open sleeping bag lay on the table. On Danny's instructions, Craig and Brian climbed onto the sleeping bag, lying facing each other. Rob tied their ankles together and ran the ends of the rope through to holes in the bag under the table where he tied the ends together. Danny handcuffed their free wrists together then looped a rope round the two pairs of cuffs, tying the end off round the rope securing their ankles. Danny zipped up the bag.
“You can probably get out of that bag if you want to. Take my advice. Don't.” Danny said as he and Rob left, turning out the lights.
“What happens now?” Craig whispered.
“We try and get some sleep I suppose,” Brian replied, “What else?”
“I just wondered what you wanted to do to me and when it's going to happen.”
“You don't get it do you? Graders get handled like packages. Danny's told me about the trouble he's in and how I can help him. I've agreed. Paul's already phoned Mr. Thompson and he'll being coming over tomorrow with the paperwork for you to sign. The P.I. will be coming tomorrow, as well, to tell me what to do. How does it feel to be out of control?”
“Scary and it's going to get scarier. I need a piss.”
“Oh shit. I never thought of that.”
As realisation came he added, “Paul did though. He said something about sharing each others problems. Why didn't you say something?”
“Speak without permission, you mean.” Craig retorted, “I might like playing games but I'm not going to give you an excuse to punish me. Besides I thought there'd be a chance after you'd done something to me.”
“Can you hold out until morning?”
“I'll have to.”
“I'm sorry, Craig.” Brian said, “I was only trying to show you what it's like to be ignored. Are you sure you want me to stay after this?”
“Be careful what you ask for. It may be given to you.” Craig said.
“Huh?”
“It's something Paul said once. One of his supervisors used to say it a lot when he was at the centre. Make sure you want to stay before you ask.”
Brian was thoughtful for a moment.
“This place sure is different.” he said, “Do you think I'll be able to stay here after the trial?”
“We'll all do our best if you do your best for Danny. How does that sound?”
“Fair. Your best is fucking better than being told everything will be OK, don't worry.”
“Watch the language.” Craig admonished gently, “Ethan needs to watch his behaviour and graders could get whipped. I have to be so careful about these things.”
“OK! I'll have to learn anyway. Let's try and get some sleep in case that causes trouble later on.”
Brian had touched Craig's cock as he spoke and not getting a rebuff left his hand where it was.
They were both uncomfortable and slept fitfully. It was worse for Craig as the pressure in his bladder steadily increased. He lay still trying not to disturb Brian concentrating on not losing control but it was a losing battle.
Brian moved restlessly in his sleep and trapping their shackled hand between them pressed against Craig's abdomen. As he moved again Craig tried to give him some space and the movement was all his bladder needed. Once started nothing could stop the flow. Brian was woken by Craig's embarrassed squirming and the wetness. They lay there, the pungent smell in their nostrils, increasingly uncomfortable in the pool of cooling liquid they were lying in.
“Rob and Danny will understand.” Craig said hopefully, “They set us up.”
It was a long and very unpleasant hour before even that small hope evaporated.
“Phew!” Ethan yelled as he came down the stairs, “You stink. Hey Danny. They've pissed themselves. I don't have to untie them do I?”
“Just cut the rope like I told you.” Danny yelled back, “You'll have to open the bag until you can drop the keys by their hands. They can clean their own piss up.”
“You sure you don't want him graded one?” Brian muttered.
“I'm sure,” Craig replied, “He and Ethan had better be very careful what they ask for though.”
They struggled to free themselves from the handcuffs and ropes. Ethan kept his distance telling them to clean up with the rags he threw down and take the soiled sleeping bag to the bins.
With what dignity they could muster they hurried past the assembled boys, dumping their load before rushing to the bunkhouse to shower. They headed back to kitchen to find everyone else seated.
“I thought you'd like to eat with us this morning,” Paul said with a glint in his eye. “Craig. In future please be more careful with the games you want to play. And Brian. We don't like Craig being put on the spot like that. Do you both understand?”
They both nodded sheepishly. As he sat down Craig realised that he was back in control and it was a great relief. Brian had had enough of testing Craig. Paul was also relieved that Craig approved all the arrangements he had made and the day went as planned.
All the papers were signed. Brian's temporary grading was lifted and he officially became Craig's ward.
Craig kept Danny home from school that day so that they could go with Brian to the lawyers office to see the private detective.
The detective, John Fletcher, had been busy. The owners of the mall were not to happy with the manager, Neil Smith. They had noticed irregularities in the records there had been a number of unrelated problems. They had no objections to a proper check on him.
John had spoken to nearly a dozen boys. Mrs Brassom had been particularly helpful and Rick had found a couple more at school. It had been enough to establish a pattern. The incidents mainly happened on a Thursday afternoon. One boy had been adamant that he had been attacked on a Tuesday. It turned out that Thursdays was the manager's secretary's day off but she was off sick one Tuesday which tied in with that boy's story.
Neither did it happen every Thursday. John had done some more delving and had found that all attacks occurred when one of two guards were on duty. One of them had been the guard that Craig had trouble with and who had been fired.
While Craig sat with the adults, Danny and Brian stood respectfully in the 'at ease' position against the wall. Brian felt some resentment at the unequal treatment but relaxed as he could see how easily Danny accepted the situation. He had also developed some grudging respect for Craig. Every so often he thought of Craig failing to hold his bladder and had to stifle a giggle at the contrast.
Every organisation involved was now taking the allegations very seriously. The police and placement were holding back on cases where other attacks may have happened. Danny was going to be a test case which may affect all the others.
When John had finished speaking, Graham asked Danny if he had anything to say. Danny shook his head, close to tears. From having to control his anger and bottling his story up, he had been completely believed and something was going to be done.
When his turn came, Brian asked how many boys had been attacked.
“We don't know for sure.” John replied, “It could have been going on for ages. It's a mess.”
“So I'm not just doing this for Danny. I'm doing it for a lot of boys.”