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Introduction : ENDING PART 13/13 ~ The Grand Facade
"Come to the steeple.." the hushed voice of Christopher echoed in Wesley's ears.
As he washed the sleep from his eyes, the image of the boy with rabbit teeth
formed cleary. The sparkling eyes, the magic smile.
"Come, I'll show you something!"
"Now? I don't wanna be in trouble again..." Wesley muttered.
"Sissy"
"Nuh uh." he whispered, shooting his slender legs off the bed. The cold night
air floated under his white gown, the only garment protecting his naked form.
All around, snores of the schoolboys rose in the dark dormitory. This was crazy.
All Wesley could think about was the punishment for taking a stroll in the
sleeping school.
His heart pounded furiously. Every step was an adventure. The thrill of the
escape, the mysterious purpose.
He tagged along close to Chris, feeding on the boy's courage. His small sex
climbed into his body from fear. Together, they tiptoed silently out the door
and into the gloomy corridors, taking one after the other, getting further and
further away from the warmth of their iron cots.
Finally, the stairway leading to the highest point of the old castle appeared in
front of their eyes. Wesley smiled wickedly. 'Almost there!' The light of the
moon shimmered above, guiding his steps on the cold gray stairs. Every now and
then, Wesley rubbed his barefeet, quietly listening to the eerie noises coming
from up there.
"What's this?" he peeped, pointing to a small room halfway to their goal.
"That's the 'enlarging' place" Chris whispered.
Wesley walked slowly closer, examining the row of chair alongside a wall. But
these chairs weren't usual. Each one sported a wood post in their middle, some
small and some bigger, all greased-up.
"Who would wanna sit in those?" Wesley asked his best friend. "The piece of wood
would stick in your butt?"
"That's the whole point dummy!" Christopher snapped back. "Mr. Lloyd makes you
sit on this to enlarge your hole!"
"Oh" Wesley squeaked absentmindly, imagining a boy pulling down his shorts and
lowering his rear on the hard prong.
After a few moments, the spooky ambiance of the small room crept up his spine.
He scooted closer to Chris again to resume their way up the high tower. Closer
and closer, they climbed to the bronze steeple bells. And stronger and stronger
the voices sang: "That's a pretty one..." "Uhhh. He sure does a wonderful job!"
Wesley caught his breath and surveyed the moonwashed room atop the steeple that
his friend wanted him so much to see.
"There's only bells here! and it's cold!" he barked. But Christopher didn't
react. He moved next to the boy, readying himself to scream the same reprimand
in his ear. Chris was bent over the granite ledge of a window with no glass and
he realized why. Just below, the light from the headmaster's office glowed in
the night.
"You can see everything!" Wesley exclaimed. His eyes focused directly into the
room and a streak of dizziness shook his body. Vertigo or what was happening in
Mr. Lloyd's office?
In the room, were three boys and along with Mr. Lloyd, two men. Wesley
recognized the kids as Walter, Andrew and Dudley. All were stark naked and
kneeling on the floor, taking the adults' huge erections in their mouth. From
where he was, Wesley was surprised he could see their little tongues dancing on
the men's prickheads.
One of the man gripped Andrew's blond hair and furiously fucked his little
mouth. His groans of pleasure broke the silence in the night's sky.
A few minutes later the three boys went over in the middle of the room and laid
down on the velvet carpet. The men encircled them, fondling their oozing organs.
The ten-year-olds attacked each other like lion cubs and began kissing. For the
next minutes, Wesley watched through the window as the boys did the
entertainment. They sucked each other's penises, and licked each other's
assholes. Wesley blushed from embarassment as his young cock hardened under his
night gown.
He nudged Chris as the erotic hairless trio took turns sticking their hard-ons
into each other's butts. The men encouraged the lads all the while they were
having sex with each other. High-pitched yelps of ecstasy escaped their gaping
mouths. They orgasmed one after the other, jerking on the ground.
Once the boys were done, the three men went back to their pupils, caressing
their smooth skin glistening with boy sweat. Wesley could see the closest adult,
shoving his hard cock in Walter's mouth, making his cheeks bulge grotesquely.
On the desk, the tangled bodies of Mr. Lloyd and Andrew played out a strange
spectacle. The man fondled the young child's inflating dink and licked his
asshole. All the while at the other end, the boy's small mouth engulfed his
large erection.
The scene evolved and the boys were rolled over onto their belly. Wails of pain
reached Wesley's ears as they were getting penetrated. He could see their small
bodies tensing-up. Their asscheeks parted open to make way for long poles.
The three buggerers buried their cocks in their little asses and simultanously
started the fucking, holding on to the kid's slender hips in order to slam their
tools home.
For several minutes, the men sodomized the young boys and Wesley stared
curious and happy that it wasn't him. The vigorous rhythm increased rapidly.
The boys' complaints getting more intense. Wesley watched in awe as one after
the other, the men began ejaculating on the youngsters and the symphony of
wails faded away.
"Let's go back now before they catch us!" Christopher suggested.
Together they trotted back where they came from, giggling softly as they stared
at their little erections jutting in front of their night gowns.
-==-
Walking to the feet of the stairs, Wesley noticed the dance of black shadows on
the stone walls. A morbid introduction of things to come.
"Run!" whispered Christopher, scooting eastbound. As if in a transe, Wesley
turned his head to follow with his stare his young friend disappearing in the
night. Alone and confused, the sound of his steps echoed in his frozen mind.
"My my, we've finally found the new boy!" a young teenager exclaimed suddenly
jumping in front of the dazed boy.
The twelve-year-old watched the muscular boy smile and soon others arrived
at his sides. One, two, four, until he was surrounded by the group of
night creepers.
"It's time for your initiation." the fourteen-year-old leader of the gang said.
"All new kids have to be initiated."
The whispers of the crowd resonated in Wesley ears. His body began to shiver as
two of the big boys sneaked behind him closer. He yelped loudly and within
seconds the tormentors were grabbing his arms. Like a powerful wind, the group
robbed his nightgown leaving him naked and helpless.
The gang surveyed the naked child. One playing with his limp little pecker and
fondling his smooth balls.
"Ah! He doesn't have any hair yet!" they laughed.
"Leave me alone!" Wesley screamed. He struggled to get away, but two big boys
held him steady in their colossal grips. In front of him, the dark-haired leader
was pulling down his long underpants. He stared mesmerized as he approached,
wagging a huge hard-on.
The older boy grabbed his childish hand and wrapped his fingers on his eight-
inch penis, coaxing Wesley to masturbate him.
"SUCK IT!" he commanded amidst the gang. While the boys began chanting 'Suck-it
suck-it suck-it', the two captors pushed Wesley to his knees. They watched
intently as he kissed the bloated knob of their's leader's
dick. The teenager groaned and rubbed his blond hair. He looked at the pale mug
of the little boy and pushed his member in his small mouth, forcing him to
swallow more of his hard cock.
All the young males in heat giggled at the scene, examining closer their young
prey thrusting his mouth on the big pole. With a wink from their leader, the two
bullies holding him flattened our poor hero on his back. He grunted loudly as
they twisted his body, pushing his ankles near his head and exposing him
obscenely.
"Nooo I don't want to pleaassee" Wesley pleaded, kicking in vain.
"Shut the hell up!" the teenager barked. "You'll wake up the others and we'll
have to fuck their little arses too!" he smiled, proud of his humorous effort.
The group of boys grew silent as he approached the little boy with his slick
cock. All the eyes on him aroused him even more. He pressed the tip of his penis
on the tight boyhole and with a forceful thrust shoved the bulk of his meat
inside the lad's rectum.
"Aoww aoow aooww aoow" Wesley whined from the brutal invasion.
"That's a nice little bum you have new boy!" the bigger male bawled, licking his
victim's face. Comfortably settled on the featherlight body, he thrust his large
meat deep in the boy's guts, watching the result on his cute mug. His groans
echoed in the corridor.
The gang cooed softly, their eyes locked on the savage coupling taking place on
the cold floor, realizing how crucial it was to be on the side of their leader.
The big boy bounced on the small frame of the barely pubescent lad with
animalistic hunger. The contorted face of the child, a testimony of the pain he
was enduring.
"Come look at my cock!!" the teenager exclaimed at his audience.
All around, the young boys nudged each other to sneak a peek at the action,
giggling as the eight inches of hard flesh slamming in the child's dilated anus.
The little boy's white soles flashed in the dark like the flames of dim
candles. His face covered with sweat and his breath sucked out of him with each
powerful assault.
"Oh yesss.. oh fuck fuck! uhhhhh uhhhhh" the teen grunted, plowing at a steady
tempo and watching the boy's genitals bounce all around.
The lust spread to all the voyeurs like an epidemic. Their knees shook with the
anticipation of their turns to come. The dark-haired teen fucked like a machine,
on his last mile, and suddenly pulled out his massive member.
From his penis gushed torrents of spunk, spilling on the white skin of the twelve-year-
old. Spasms raced in his strong body as he groaned with each intense peak of
his orgasm.
The boys next in line lowered their pants to release their rigid boycocks,
anxious to continue the assraping. In spite of Wesley's plaintive moans they
crawled to him. A gangly thirteen year-old and an exhuberant twelve-year-old.
"Nahhhhhhhh nnnnnnnnnnoooooooooooo" whimpered Wesley as they turned him on all
four. Before he even had a chance to complain, the older boy's cock penetrated
his gaping asshole while another prick filled his mouth.
"Fuck the little brat!!" the leader yelled at his disciples.
The two boys easily glidded their young organs, fucking the boy at both ends,
much to the amusement of the crowd. Their wails of pleasure rising with the slap
of their balls on their victim's chin and round butt.
Wesley's body sagged with sleep, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier. The
bruises on his skin aching like loud noise. It seemed the more time passed, the
harder the sodomy grew, until finally he fainted.
-==-
The dream ended abruptly in Wesley's head. The noise reverberating on the walls
of his skull grew louder and clearer, gradually transforming into words.
"Get up! NOW! Get up lad!" the voice of the headmaster rang.
Wesley twisted his sore bones on the cold floor under the sinister stare of the
big man. The obscene vulgarity of his half-naked body, caked with flakes of
dried sperm, hit him suddenly. He pulled his night gown down to hide as much of
his bare white flesh as he could.
"It's noon young man! You were hiding from us?" Mr. Lloyd barked sternly.
Wesley surveyed the little storage room he was in and assessed the situation. 'I
must have fallen asleep during the gang bang' he thought silently. All he could
recall was the onslaught of older boys grabbing him everywhere and using his
body any way they desired. But nothing was clear.
His butthole hurt on the stony ground as he shifted his limbs slightly, painful
result of all the cocks that had visited his rectum, sometimes two at a time.
The violent images of young teenagers pulling on his hair to stuff his mouth
with their large meat flashed in his foggy mind.
"In my office NOW!" the headmaster yelled. "..and you won't need this." he
added, tearing the dirty night gown off his skinny frame.
The stroll towards the man's office was hell for Wesley. All the kids in the
corridors stared and giggled as he trudged naked as a jaybird, protecting his
dignity with his little hands. With his head bowed, he entered the headmaster's
office and kneeled in the corner as instructed. He was to stay there the rest
of the day.
His whole body ached after only a short moment. The gray wall was so close yet
so far away. He yearned to lean on it, but refrained, fully aware that he would
get a red bottom for it.
The door opened behind him with a heavy breeze of cold air on his skin.
"Oh, Mr Graham! It's always an honor to be blessed with a visit from you." Mr.
Lloyd exclaimed with a twinkle in his voice.
Wesley turned his head to catch a glimpse of the mysterious man. From the corner
of his right eye he succeeded in seeing the bearded noble man dressed in fancy
elaborate clothing. The man stared right back at him, his eyes focused on his
firm little rear end. So embarassing!
"Who is this?" the visitor inquired.
"Oh, only an ungrateful lad who has been misbehaving.. a poor oprhan we
take care of."
The rich man approached Wesley and ran his fingers in his blond curls, sending
waves of goosebumps on his smooth pasty skin.
"Aren't you the son of the Count of Darlington?"
"Y-y-y ess" Wesley stammered, unprepared for the mention of a past title.
"I've been looking for you ever since.... -I'm the Marquis of Queensbury. Your
father was a friend of mine." the man spoke softly, pausing to look at the
mortified child. "Do you want to come with me boy?"
Wesley stammered his answer again, utterly surprised and relieved by the
unexpected offer.
"Well, come boy!" the Marquis insisted, eyeing the boy paralyzed by the weight
of the establishment's regime of authority.
"Fetch your clothes and go get acquainted with my son in the carriage outside.
He's about your age. I'm sure you and him will become good friends."
"I'm sure we will Sir!" Wesley peeped. "I KNOW we will..."
THE END.
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