Tom Brown's School Days
Chapter 5
The sun was shining brightly through the window when Tom woke up. He wondered where he was. The room was pleasantly but simply furnished. There was his bed and a bedside cabinet, two armchairs, and apart from a full length mirror on the wall at the end of his bed, that was it. The window was very wide making the room very light. He wriggled in bed and realised he was not in any pain, but he felt a little stiff. His last recollection was that amazing orgasm and the terrible pain of Miles strong arm caning him. Thinking further back he recalled the two cocks. Miles was frightening, Dwight's he knew he would like to feel fucking him, but by itself, not with another one in there as well. He was thirsty, and was about to call out when he noticed the glass of water on his bedside table. It must have been put there quite recently because he could see the ice lumps still in the glass. He sat up and took a long swallow of the contents. He put the glass back down as the door opened and Dwight walked in, smiling.
"Hello Tom, how do you feel?"
"A bit stiff. Where am I and what are you doing here?"
"You are in the recovery room at a small clinic where I work. I am going to look after you until dad decides what to do with you. So, bottom treatment first. Roll over on to your tummy."
Tom was too frightened of more punishment to protest and wasn't about to argue with any orders given to him now, or, in the event, any time in the future until his self-confidence had been rebuilt. The fucking and beating had knocked the stuffing out of him.
Dwight removed the sheet from Tom and told him to open his legs.
"I'm going to treat your bottom, Tom, not abuse it, so, relax."
The cream that Dwight applied to his cheeks felt cool and made his ass feel good. It was rubbed in thoroughly and took a few minutes.
"This next application is for your insides Tom. I will be using a special tool to start with and then my fingers for the first few inches. Please remain relaxed, it will make it so much more pleasant for you."
What Tom felt was amazing. The tool was, to all intents and purposes a small dildo coated in the special cream that was for the tender skin in his anus. The tool was eventually replaced with Dwight's fingers. That felt even better and the best of all was when Dwight reduced to one finger and a fresh load of cream that was very cold. It made Tom gasp, but was so sensuous that he ended with a very hard cock.
"Roll over Tom, I have one last little job to do."
Of course he had a massive hard on and Dwight took care of it with his tongue and lips giving him a wonderful orgasm.
"That last bit was by way of an apology for taking part in your punishment, Tom. Please forgive me. Dad wanted maximum humiliation so Isabel and I supplied it. I would much sooner take you to bed and pamper you."
Tom had to admit that it was the gentlest and most pleasant orgasm he could remember, but it made him feel tired again and he slept. For the next couple of days, every time Tom woke Dwight was sat in one of the armchairs and would immediately administer to whatever needs Tom had. He was fed like a baby, cosseted in the shower, treated to wonderful blowjobs after each application of the creams and read to, which was the most pleasant activity. The finger fucking with the cream had become more sensual and Dwight finally combined it with a blowjob almost making Tom pass out.
Tom realised he had been in the clinic for more than a week when Dwight dropped the bomb.
"Tom, I think you will be sent back to the school tomorrow, please allow me one more liberty with your body. I would like to make love to you completely today."
Tom looked surprised, not because he didn't know that was what Dwight wanted, but because he didn't expect to be asked for it.
"I think I would like that. You will be gentle with me won't you, I don't like pain."
"Oh yes, I wanted to stop Miles beating you but dad wouldn't allow it. Even when you were unconscious Miles kept going until you had received the number dad designated."
Tom was surprised, but now understood why he had been kept here so long. The love making was awesome. Tom absolutely loved Dwight's penis. The very prominent ridge to the glans played all kinds of havoc with his prostate, but the orgasm was, without any doubt, the best he ever had. Recovering afterwards Tom realised that the whole love making session was better than anything he had before. It was so sensual and gentle he could only come to one conclusion.
"Oh Dwight, that was incredible, you must love me very much to make love making that spectacular."
Dwight just burst into tears.
"I do Tom, I think you are the most sensational human being I have ever met. I am so sorry I took part in your punishment session. Please forgive me and love me too."
Oh dear, what was he going to do. He loved Adie, didn't he, or did he just lust Adie. Dwight had shown him loving like he never knew possible.
"I think I do love you a little, but you make my life complicated because I already have a lover."
The tears were even more prolific now.
"Please Tom, let me be your slave then, anything, but I just want to be with you."
`How the hell can that happen', was Tom's thought.
"I have to think about this Dwight. I have no idea how we can even see each other, never mind become lovers."
"I can pick you up outside the school after church on Sunday and we could have the day together."
That thought pleased Tom, just getting away from the school for a few hours would be terrific, besides helping to see how his relationship with Dwight could develop.
It took several more liaisons with Dwight for Tom to realise that what he felt for Adie was the first flush of a gay life, yes he loved Adie, but he was in love with Dwight. The difference was immense. At last his upbringing started to show through as he realised he would have to let Adie down gently. His love for Dwight, even though they could only see each other for a few hours on a Sunday was now the dominant relationship in his life. Dwight was the same age as him, and at a crossroads in his life. He didn't know if he wanted to continue his education, and despite his father's position he needed some other influence to tilt him into seriously continuing with it.
Tom made a decision that he knew would either condemn him to the dustbin or complete his rehabilitation into the world he knew. He told Adie the truth about his feelings before running away from the school. He didn't tell Dwight what he planned because he thought he would worry more about that than not knowing at all. He thumbed his way home. It took him several days because he had to walk the first thirty miles before getting a lift. What he hadn't realised was that he was still very weak from his beating and walking thirty miles would take him a lot longer than anticipated. Hitching lifts after that were almost too traumatic to bear. The truck and car drivers that picked him up all used him for sex, and one of the car drivers kept him restrained at his home for days until he had sated his sexual appetite.
******************* The last driver that picked him up was almost one too many. He was friendly and Tom told him part of the story about why he was thumbing a lift. He was much bigger than Tom and once they had arrived at the man's house, Tom was unable to get away from him.
"I'm going to be a nice guy and take you the remainder of the way home to your family, but that comes at a price. You can start paying it by getting naked."
Tom could see no way round complying so he undressed.
"Just as I thought. You are one very tasty little morsel to feed my cock. You can start by undressing me and wrapping your lips round my little brain. Do a good job and I won't beat you. I might even feed you."
Having had so much practice, Tom gave the man an excellent blowjob, but his reward was a few scraps. The next action was a good fucking. There was no foreplay, the man just had him on his back on a couch and with minimal lubrication fucked him to orgasm. He hurt even though he wasn't massive. Tom lay there and wondered how much more of this he could take before he came to the conclusion that perhaps he would be better dead. The man kept him chained up at night and used him several times a day for blowjobs or fucks, always with minimal lubrication. The food didn't improve either so by the time the man decided to let him go he was in a poor state.
Tom was barely conscious during the final ride to within walking distance of his house. He had no money and no means therefore of getting food or drink. By the time he arrived home he was so drained and so exhausted he could hardly string two words together so he crept round the back of the house and curled up in a groundsman's hut on the estate. The head groundsman found him there two days later, severely dehydrated and in a semi critical condition. He was rushed to hospital where he had his first meeting with his father three days later.
Tom's father was sat in an armchair in his hospital room when Tom re-joined the world. He came to slowly and watched his father for a few minutes. He was sat reading some business papers and didn't notice Tom looking at him until he tried to sit up. The effort was too much and he gasped before falling back onto his pillows. Father was on his feet and beside the bed instantly, holding his son's hand.
"I'm sorry, Dad. I have to talk to you."
Even those few words was too much for him and Tom relinquished his hold on consciousness again. It was another day before he woke and tried once more to communicate with his father. Slightly better performance than before.
"I know how bad I have been, Dad, please give me a chance to explain why I left school to come home."
Mr. Brown could see how much effort this took and how much Tom wanted him to listen.
"Get well Son, we'll talk then. There is no hurry."
Tom nodded and once again returned to his sleep, where his body could best deal with making him well again.
It was many weeks later that Tom's father found out how much his son had suffered making his way home. Unbelievable in modern day America. Tom had been in the hospital for those three weeks when he felt strong enough to put his case to his father. He was still in the hospital, but now totally mobile and coherent.
"Dad, I'll go back to that school if you want me to after we have talked. I only ran away because I needed to talk to you face to face. Actions at the school have shown me that I am gay. The punishment routine was so brutal that I ended up in a private clinic after my last one, but it was there that I realised fully that I was gay and found a lover who I know I want by my side for the remainder of my life. I need you to accept me for who I am and help me to bring my lover into my life permanently."
Tom's father was amazed that his son had been so open about his actions.
"What will you do if we can accommodate this wish?"
"We'll both go back to school and go to college after we graduate. As long as we can be together we'll do anything you want."
"And this is the wish of your boyfriend as well?"
"I think so, but I will need your help with his father before I broach the subject to him."
"You are therefore assuming a great deal aren't you?"
"Yes, Dad. I'm backing my whole future on this one roll of the dice."
This was hardly the words of the almost irredeemable sixteen year old he had sent away only a few months ago. He looked at the boy he had so wanted to love, and had found increasingly difficult to do so over the last few years. Could he give him this one last chance?
"Alright, give me details."
Tom smiled, lighting up his face and the whole room.
"His name is Dwight. His father is the principal of the school you sent me to. He is quite evil, but he has turned me round. Dwight doesn't know what he wants to do. His father doesn't appear to care or have much time for him. He is the same age as me. I love him so much, Dad, and I know he loves me too. We just don't know where we can go with our love."
That last statement brought the tears and through them he managed to gasp out.
"Please help me Dad, I don't know what to do."
The sobs wracked his body and Brown Snr. knew he was going to help all he could.
"We'll sort it, Tom. Come home for a few days while I make some calls."
The Tom Brown that entered the Brown mansion the next day was hardly recognisable as the boy that had left it a few months ago. His mother smothered him in kisses as he apologised, promised to make it up to her for his awful past and went to his room to shower and change into decent clothes again.
Back with his parents, Tom was amazed that his father had already accomplished a lot while he showered.
"Tomorrow morning we are going to meet Dwight at the clinic where he works. What we do after that will be up to the two of you."
Tom was delighted.
"That's wonderful, Dad, but how?"
"Come on Son, it's not rocket science. A call to the school got me the location of the clinic and a telephone number. Dwight by the way has been going crazy wondering what happened to you. His father sent someone to look for you the day you disappeared so Dwight has been worrying since." "I had no idea how long it would take me to get home, Dad, otherwise I would have told him what I was planning. I ought to have a medical before I let him touch me. So many men raped me on my way home I need to know that I am still clean."
Money talks, and this money had a medical, blood tests and results all completed in less than 24 hours.
Tom was like a cat on a hot tin roof until they pulled up outside the clinic the next day. With no regard for decorum the two boys fell into each other's arms as soon as they saw each other, both crying tears of happiness.
Brown Snr. had no doubt he was making the right decision in his mind about what he was going to suggest for the boys. Sat together in a lounge Tom's dad introduced himself.
"Dwight, I know who you are, of course. I'm William Brown, Tom's father. I think you had better call me Will. I am here to help my son realise his wish of being with you on a permanent basis, if that is your wish also."
Dwight couldn't believe what he was hearing. He knew Tom's history and thought his father would be seriously anti any accommodation of his son's wishes.
"Oh yes, Will, I know I love Tom. Whatever he is going to do, wherever he is going, I want to be with him."
"Ok, I want Tom to finish school and go on to college. How does that sound?"
"If I'm with Tom, I'll go anywhere and do anything Tom does."
"What will your father say?"
"He won't care what I do, and it doesn't matter anyway, I'm sixteen so I can do what I like."
"What will you do about money to live on if you abandon your father?"
That stopped Dwight in his tracks. He just burst into tears and sobbed out that he didn't know.
"Ok Boy, don't worry about that. Let's go and talk to your father."
The principal was surprised to see his son, the missing student and the student's father as they walked into his office.
"Mr. Anstey, my son has told me about his last lot of punishment here at your behest. I think you should give serious consideration to changing your punishment policy. If I so wished I think I would have no problem having you indicted for causing my son grievous bodily harm. But I'm not here to discuss that yet. Tom is leaving here when he has had time to pack. Dwight has expressed a desire to continue his education as long as he can do it with Tom. I wondered how you felt about that."
Dwight's dad looked at him before looking back to Will.
"I want him to continue his education as well, but he has been less than co-operative with me for some time."
"Good, well I have a proposal for you. If you are serious you will obviously be prepared to fund your son's continued education all the way through to his completion of a degree, yes?"
Anstey harrumphed and spluttered a bit before reluctantly letting a `yes' pass his lips.
"If I take responsibility for seeing that happen can I assume you will be happy to send me a monthly check for his keep and education cost?"
What could he say but another `yes'?
"I'm pleased about that. What I will do is send you details of how you can pay that and each semester I will ensure that you get his school and college reports. Is that satisfactory?"
Anstey could do nothing but say that was acceptable. Will was happy with that but as he was leaving he made another pointed remark about the disciplinary programme.
"I would be very careful about how severe you make the punishments in future. It is only my son's love for your son that stops me prosecuting you. The next student you damage may not have such benevolent parents. Oh yes, I would like the recording you made of my son's last punishment. Please don't procrastinate about this or I will instigate court proceedings immediately."
The man tried to get out of that but realised very quickly he would need to hand the film over. Will immediately gave it to Tom.
"Do what you like with that, Tom."
Clear of the headmaster's study, Will turned to Tom.
"Take Dwight with you, go and pack, back here in less than thirty minutes. You can save all your loving until we get home."
The boys were giggling as they rushed away to Tom's room. Packing took about five minutes, then they fell onto Tom's bed and made out for the next twenty five minutes.
"I love you so much, Dwight, I've promised dad I'll be a model student if you are with me. I don't know where we will go to school and I don't care as long as you are with me."
Dwight had wet eyes as he replied.
"I love you too, Tom, I was so worried when dad told me you had run away. Are we really going to be together now, forever?"
"Mmm, if you will have me. I know that my love for you is the real thing. It was so overwhelming that I knew my love for Adie wasn't very deep, it was just the first flush of a gay romance. He was disappointed when I told him but he wished me luck with you." Kisses and stroking were very calming even though they were both fully clothed.
"I guess we had better go, we have your gear to pick up as well, and then home. I bet my mum will love you."
"Oh gosh, really. I haven't had a mother for years since she died and I had already lost my birth dad. All I had left was the monster at the school."
The pieces of the puzzle were gradually slotting into place. Tom was correct, his mother did spoil Dwight and made him feel loved, and welcome in his new home.
"This is our room, Dwight until we go away to school."
Dwight looked round, it was amazing to him. Tom had more space of his own than Dwight had for him and his dad when he lived at home. The en suite bathroom and separate dressing room were very impressive and Dwight loved the lounge area in the bedroom as well. The boys settled in and Will made it clear that they would not be going back to school until the new semester.
"Both of you are going to do driver training and get your licences before you start school again. Dwight, we'll go shopping with you and bring your wardrobe up to the same standard as Tom."
Successful shopping trip and both boys were now ready for whatever was thrown at them. The reality was a bit of a shock.
"You have never been to a public school, Tom, but I can think of no private school that will take you now so the two of you are going to the local high school, which will make it harder for you to make it to a prestigious college. I will do all I can when the time comes, but you are both going to have to work incredibly hard to get the kind of grades that they will find impressive at places like Princeton, Stanford, MIT, and any other major universities you may consider."
Tom looked at Dwight and then replied.
"We are both going to work hard to make you proud of us Dad. More than anyone, I know what I so nearly lost by being a rebel."
Dwight nodded his agreement and Will did something he had wanted to do for years. He took Tom into his arms and kissed him.
"I love you son. I'm so pleased to have you back."
Tom teared up as he moved back from that encounter.
"I have been such a fool Dad, please forgive me and love me."
Will laughed.
"Oh I'm going to."