Debonair

Lost in London

Chapter 10. Double the sin

Wesley entered the study and sat on the chair in front of the man's desk. Thoughts raced in his mind. Had the twins spilled their guts? How painfully would Mr. Mitchell handle his appalling behavior? He wanted to plead: 'I couldn't control myself... I'm just a boy... my hormones are stronger than me! and let's not forget the twins have adorable little hineys...'

The big man stood in front of him, enjoying the sight of his young self squirming in the oversized chair.

"Well Wesley... I have made arrangements for you to go to Borden private school. I'm sure you will enjoy it there. The twins are already quite a handful for the private tutor and you would be an unwelcomed burden for her. You can understand?"

"Yes sir." Wesley responded bowing his head.

"You will leave tomorrow." the man added raising his chin. "I think it's better for you to leave this house as soon as possible. You are a bad influence for Gordon and Glenn."

Tears rolled in Wesley's eyes when the names of his two playthings were mentionned. He would probably never see them again.

"I will pay for your education and everything regarding your stay at the boarding school." Mr. Mitchell continued. "However I'm not one to give things for free as you would have found out if you'd had the time to get accustomed to my ways. Can you think of a way to repay me?"

Wesley was confused. How could a poor orphan boy like him pay for such a huge debt? Mr. Mitchell rubbed the nape of neck with his big hand.

"Looking at you, I am reminded of some nights ago... of that little mouth of yours doing wonders..." the man smiled.

So he was the voyeur, I'm not the only naughty boy in this house! Wesley thought silently.

The big man pulled his blond head closer to his crotch without saying a word. Wesley looked up in his eyes and his nimble fingers began unbutonning the man's gray trousers, making sure this was really what he wanted, hearing Mr. Mitchell's breathing suddenly getting heavier. He lowered his underpants and gazed at the first adult penis he'd seen so close.

The large piece of uncut meat hung low and he couldn't believe he was about to eat the thing that had made the two beautiful boys he had fucked the day before. The man pulled his nose in his pubic hair and the limp piece of flesh began to rise under his chin. He kissed the uncircumcised head and went to work on the large testicles, licking and bitting the heavy sack.

Mr. Mitchell moaned under the boy's ministrations, looking down at his little pink tongue extended and tickling his swollen cockhead. His hard prick stood straight up in front of the child's soft face. He longed to thrust it in his mouth, cum down his throat. But he let the kid explore his warm flesh with his little hands on his own term, slowly swallowing more of his manmeat.

Wesley moved his head forward, barely able to wrap his lips around the large pole. He could feel the heat as it entered his mouth. The strong male aroma of the adult filled his nose, invading his lungs. When most of the man's penis was in his mouth, he swirled his tongue around the sensitive knob, sending the large adult into an ocean of pleasure.

With much difficulty, he bobbed his head on the huge shaft, tasting the incredible hardness of the phallus. His right hand played with the man's hairy balls, squeezing them, tugging them.

"Oh yeahhh... you suck so good kid..." Mr. Mitchell hissed, patting Wesley's blond hair.

Encouraged by the man's word, Wesley tried to open his mouth even wider, to take more of the large tool. And the man fed him his cock, swaying his hips to thrust his monster prick inside his little mouth. Wesley lips turned to leeches, suctionning the iron-like flesh. Higher and higher, he lifted the man's spirit to another plane of bliss.

He sucked harder and harder, seeing the sweat cascade on the man's face from the corner of his eyes. The room reeled with adult groans of pleasure. He could feel the orgasm coming stronger and stronger in the vibrant organ.

Mr. Mitchell bucked his hips suddenly and grabbed his head in his powerful grip. Like the blast from a canon, a burning jet of cream shot in the back of his throat. Wesley gagged on the abundant sauce. The torrential flow of sperm filled his mouth almost instantly. As he gulped down the poweful squirts of jism, the man pulled out his penis from his hungry lips.

Five more white ropes of manjuice spurted in his face. He could see the piss hole expanding to blow the viscous load on him. His gaping oral cavity provided a perfect receptacle, but still the random jets missed the mark time and time again, and splashed his cute mug.

Like every night, Wesley scooted to the twins' bedroom in the middle of the night. They had seperate rooms but inevitably he found them together, huddled in one bed. How he loved to watch them sleep, their golden limbs tangled up. As if they were going back to the womb, becoming one again.

This was to be the last time he would witness the precious spectacle of the little angels. He tiptoed to the door, anxious to wash his eyes with the two eight-year-olds in their white gowns, lost in the oversized satin bed, entwined, almost frozen in an everlasting kiss.

But he didn't find them asleep. That's for sure. Their night gowns were thrown carelessly on the carpet and they rolled naked on the big bed, rough housing like bear cubs. The symphony of giggles stopped suddenly as the boys acknowledged his presence. They paused a moment and stood up, their tiny erections jutting in front of their pint-sized identical bodies.

Wesley gazed at their incomparable beauty. He stared paralyzed until they jumped hysterically in a pre-pubescent frenzy, continuing their little celebration. Gordon sprawled on the mattress, pulling on his twin's body. He ground his crotch against him, rubbing his baby hard-on on the smooth skin of his sibbling.

They twirled in front of Wesley's eyes. The poor boy, over-excited, sought refuge from sexual dizziness in a comfortable leather-couch. And he watched. He watched as Gordon held his brother's penis, running his tiny fingers all over the tanned genitals. He watched as the boy with a wicked look in his direction, opened his mouth and swallowed the turgid boydick.

At both ends, the two boys sucked their hairless little dinks, awkwardly covering them with a layer of saliva. Wesley couldn't believe his eyes. His cock threatened to explode in his underpants. He released his throbbing member and caressed it idly while he watched the two kids in the throes of a sixty-nine. Once in a while, a smile meant for him flashed on their cute faces.

The high-pitched moans of the kids exhilarated him. They suctionned their penises with the passion of a courtesan. The whole scene changed when Glenn thrust his little butt in his brother's face. The other boy spread the firm cheeks, almost teasing Wesley with them and took a long swipe at the hairless crack. He darted his tongue at the tiny deflowered hole, relishing the familiar flavor of his brother.

Glenn giggled, masturbating his immature dick and thoroughly enjoying the slippery probe. That was it! Wesley crawled to the bed and added his tongue to the party. He snaked his bigger oral instrument in the tight little asshole, making Glenn crazy with pleasure. Gordon, who had been denied access to his brother's boyhole grabbed Wesley's cock, determined to erase all of the transparent pre-cum oozing on the four inch rod.

For the next minutes, Wesley lost track of the events. His body undulated amidst the two golden boys. He sucked tiny pricks and a soothing mouth he didn't know to whom it belonged did the same to his pulsing penis. His hands roamed on their smooth skin, his tongue danced on their boycocks and assholes, his fingers tweaked their erect nipples.

All the while, visions of toes cramping up with pleasure and grimaces of ecstasy paraded in front of his eyes like in his dreams. Giggles and moans were the soundtrack to the forbidden orgy.

He found himself on all fours, eating anything he could find in between Gordon's spread legs. The incredible expressions of delight in the little boy's face was the ultimate reward as he held the little penis between his fingers, holding back the imp's foreskin to lavishly savour the delectable wet little pink dickhead.

Behind him, Glenn's miniature tongue tickled his sensitive pucker. He could feel later the lad's sticky digits poking inside him, then the warm intrusion of his young penis deep in his rectum. Caught in the sandwich of horny boys, Wesley was radiant. He wanted the moment to last forever.

Gordon pulled on his blond hair, urging him to suck harder. He obliged happilly, pumping the little pecker with his lips as Glenn pistonned his ass with more and more vigor. Both boys came inside him. Gordon's little dick flexing on his tongue, while Glenn's orgasm thundered on the ring of his anus.

Already over their young climax, the twins wrestled Wesley for more of the good feelings. He responded by caressing them sensuously, using his mouth all over their bodies.

"Make the white stuff again!" Gordon peeped.

"He can only make it if he puts it in your bum dummy!" Glenn snapped.

"Uh?"

"Yes.. he gotta rub it in your bum! Don't you remember? He did it with ya too? Go first then I'll do it!"

Wesley stared mesmerized as Gordon squatted over his erection. The bloated knob slid between the bony buttocks, almost naturally searching for the entrance to the boy's ass.

"That's it, sit on it!" Glenn bawled.

The young lad squirmed, trying to keep his balance over the small tower of flesh. He lowered his body slowly, impaling himself gently on the twelve-year-old's cock. Cry was all Wesley could do not to lose the load of sperm churning in his nutsack. He and Glenn watched his prick disappear up the lad's chute, until he was sitting completely on the swollen balls with a smile of satisfaction on his face.

Gordon began bouncing on the hard prong, plunging the warm meat in his bowels. His identical twin sucked on his boner to alienate the pain he knew was associated with the delicious activity. A second time, Gordon orgasmed with the big penis lodged deeply in his stretched little hole. In between his cries of pleasure he inquired innocently: "Is it coming Wes! Are you gonna make the white stuff!"

"Uhhhh sooonn!" Wesley cried.

He stabbed a few more times the boy's butt and pulled him to his chest in a feverish embrace. His exploding tool popped out of the kid's boyhole, spurting its juice in the air. Quick squirts of hot cream plastered Gordon's gaping opening and splashed his brown buns. Glenn eyed the phenomenon, counting the numbers of times the white globs of seed erupted from the purple crown.

"...4-5. Wow! The white stuff is everywhere!" he cheered, spreading the fresh cream on his brother's tender butt. "Do it to me Wes!"

"Not yet.." the blond boy panted, catching his breath. For the next moments, he sprawled on the bed, watching the two insatiable boys play with each other. Glenn laid on his back and his brother licked him all over, leaving a glistening trail of spit on his smooth skin. Tiny lips worked on his tiny erection, suckling the precious morsel.

Wesley encouraged Gordon to stick his fingers up his twin's butthole, enlarging him for the stiff prick he massaged between his fingers. The full four inches reached, he crawled to the young child, who was eagerly awaiting his touch and lust.

His hands danced on the little boy. He nuzzled the nape of his neck, hearing the rhytmic beat of his little heart. Rolling behind the child, he wrapped his limbs over him, feeling his warm flesh in his embrace. Almost naturally, Glenn bent his knees, offering himself to the hardness poking his buttocks.

"Put it in me now!" he whispered as the rigid member explored the cleft of his butt.

Time stood still for an instant. Wesley grasped his erection and guided it to the tight opening, driving it between the firm buns. A low moan espaces Glenn's mouth as he penetrated the head of his penis. The clenching anus dilated and he had his hand back to manipulate the kid's engorged cocklet while he entered his guts slowly, on inch at a time.

The boy tensed-up as he slipped into him, as he took possession of his insides. When his ballbag hit the rounded globes, the sheer pleasure was so intense, he feared he would explode inside his rectum right away. Glenn pushed his hips back, groaning from the pain, but inviting the older boy to fuck him.

Wesley held onto the kid tightly, watching from the corner of his eyes Gordon masturbating tenderly. Slowly, he began moving his cock in and out of the stretched boyhole. The clasping skin strangled his dick and he had to shove it inside the warm tunnel.

More and more, he grinded against the kid's ass, driving his cock in the child's depths. Glenn moaned, his small pecker impossibly hard in Wesley's hand. The room came alive with their intense coupling.

"ohhh ohhhhh ohhhhhhhh" Glenn whined, clutching the bed sheets.

Faster and faster, Welsey pounded the full length of his cock inside his perfect little ass. Enthraled by the sound of their bodies colliding, he fucked harder, plowing the tiny red hole, source of ecstasy. His fingernails dug in the delicate tanned skin of the child's leg as he gripped it forcefully to ram his erection into his backside.

Together they came. Glenn crying, his body jerking from his pre- pubescent orgasm. Wesley breathing heavy in his ear as he filled him with his milky fluid.

"Don't do it in him!" Gordon reminded him.

In the middle of his electric climax, Wesley frowned at the idea of pulling out, but executed frantically, spurting the last globs of his load on his young partner's little ass.

Not satisfied with the little puddles Wesley was delivering. Gordon and Glenn continued attacking his tired young prick, determined to suck out all the boyjuice he could produce. Well into the night, their moans echoed until finally all of them passed out from exhaustion.

The horse-carriage stopped to a halt in front of the austere building. Wesley surveyed the castle of gray stones and a cold chill ran up his spine. His eyes wandered in the vicinity, realizing the fact that the old school was fiercely protected from the outside world by the natural environment all around it. This wasn't a school, it was a prison.

A tall man and a fat woman welcomed Mr. Mitchell in front of the main entrance. The man, obviously the headmaster, was dressed in black, handling a thin cane Wesley somehow knew he would meet intimately. The fat woman reeked of disinfectant and her eyes were dead like the sky of London before a rainstorm. So he listened to the chatter of the adults, feeling like a toddler.

His perfumed uniform was stinging his tender skin. God, he looked ridiculous with his long blue socks, gray short pants, impeccable white shirt and blue blazer. The perfect little schoolboy.

Mr. Mitchell bent to kiss his cheek with cold lips and he was off with the two strangers in the grandiose establishment. A flock of boys walked like robots around him, barely looking at him but obviously curious of his presence.

That's when Wesley saw him, standing in a corner.

"Chris?" he shouted in the direction of the boy.

The child turned around shyly and a smile illuminated his cute mug.

"Is it you!" Wesley cheered. He still looked the same as when he had met him the first time on the road to London to be sold. His brown hair was cut neatly, and his warm brown eyes sparkled. The two proeminant incisors seperating the top row of shiny teeth had grown bigger making him look even more like a rabbit.

"Come along now!" the headmaster growled.

Chapter 11. Educated

At six o'clock, bathing in the cold morning water. The nearby pond awakened with dozens of naked boys, splashing frantically to send a little warmth to their limbs. Barely a peep could be heard from the sleepy bare crowd. Mr. Lloyd, the headmaster, wouldn't have let it happen anyway.

At seven o'clock. The oatmeal breakfast and one hour later, the beginning of the classes. Supper was at six at night and the evening belonged to the boys who most of the times, fell asleep in between the pages of a heavy book.

On the weekends, all the boys were picked up by their families. Wesley knew Mr. Mitchell wouldn't show up and dreaded the Saturdays. He was a bad boy after all, an orphan who did unmentionable things with his sons.

On the other hand, he had his friend Chris to play with in the empty school. His adoptive parents didn't show up either. Two nine-year-olds got the same treatment. So it was the four of them against the Headmaster and Miss Hampton.

They were allowed to dress more leisurely and Wesley wore sexy small shorts with a thin sweater while Chris put on blue pants and a sweater of the same colour.

After dinner, Christopher had in mind of losing the two younger annoying kids even though Wesley had more interesting thoughts concerning the two imps. They eventually managed to escape the small boys' attention and went exploring the pupil's private possessions.

Together, they browsed through the schoolboys' garments, taking out underwear, pictures of their mothers or sibblings, all in all, enjoyed a jolly good time imitating everybody's boyish behavior. Their laughters echoed in the big empty dormitory, swirled in the rows of neatly made iron beds.

Chris suddenly made a face and Wesley recognized it as his own.

"Hey don't do that!" he yelled at the playful boy.

But Chris continued making the grimace. "Duh I'm a poor orphan.." he retorded defiantly.

Wesley sprung towards him and they began running around in circle like young pups in the large room. As he ran, Wesley gazed at his friend's firm little rear, contemplating each buttock rise and lower.

He gained ground on him and pushed him down on the bed, pounding his face in the mattress. The cheeky boy laughed hysterically while he was being beaten up and Wesley joined him. How could he resist that pretty smile and the dimples in his cheeks?

He laid next to him on the bed catching his breath. Christopher put his arm around his shoulders and kissed him on the cheek, giggling like a romantic fool. "Remember that night in the tent?" the brown-haired boy said, grinning wickedly. "Do you want me to show you more?"

Wesley nodded, still dizzy by the boy's peck.

Christopher moved closer to him and their hands began to rove around each others' bodies. Wesley rubbed the boy's asscheeks which he had admired earlier. His tiny hands slipped with difficulty in the tight trousers. The pert little globes were smooth, round and warm.

Meanwhile, Christopher massaged his tiny pecs and pinched his nipples under his sweater. Waves of goosebumps erupted on his slim torso. It wasn't the same atmosphere as their first encounter. He had lost all his boyish innocence and so did the other boy.

Slowly Chris slid his hands up the front of his bare thighs, beginning with his knee caps. When he approached the small shorts, his bulge was already immense, his boydick dick poking out in the front. Wesley moaned slightly as Chris slowly traced the outline of his penis through the fabric.

The boy gripped the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down his hips along with his underwear in one sensuous move. His fully erect penis leapt up in the air, tender little joystick for Chris to play with.

He leaned to unbutton Christopher's pants and free his straining cock from its shell too. The hard circumcised organ was still the same size as his own. The nice round hairless balls hanging between his white legs.

Chris lowered his mouth until it was right above Wesley's short rod and began to slowly tease his pisshole with the tip of his tongue, driving him crazy!

"Don't just do that! Suck it!" he snapped.

Chris grinned at him and licked the shaft of his cock. His wet tongue slid on the underside, in no hurry. He reached his testicles which he nibbled amorously.

Wesley shook his head left and right in ecstasy. Christopher's slippery probe sank in his bellybutton and then slicked up the bald pubic area above his throbbing prick. "uhhhhhhhhhhh" he cried on the verge of madness.

Finally, the young boy gripped his cock and lowered his opened cavity to engulf his dickhead. His sighs of pleasure resonated as Chris rubbed his knob on the inside of each of his slimy cheeks.

His cock swelled to the maximum from the warmness of the little mouth. Chris began to slowly work his lips down his shaft, taking the entire length. As he worked it in and out of his wet mouth, his right hand grabbed his ballsack and fondled it generously.

Wesley purred softly and caressed the child's silky hair. One second, his lips were sliding fast on his dick and the other they were sucking heavily on the tip.

He wanted to reward the boy for his good work. He streched his hand and grabbed his erect prick sticking out of his pants. The lovely boy organ was warm and rock hard. His fingers wrapped around it in a tight grip to jack off his great little partner.

"Let's get more comfortable." Chris suggested.

They seperated and soon clothes were flying in the air. A little sock here, a sweater there, a pair of underwear twenty feet away.

Wesley climbed on the bed and this time it was his turn to blow the twelve-year-old. Chris spread his legs wide. He licked his lips and kissed the swollen cockhead, tasting the sweet transparent pre-cum.

"Don't just do that! SUCK IT!" Chris laughed.

Following orders, Wesley swallowed the tip of the cock and licked all around the rim. Chris moaned and gasped, his eyes glued to the most sensitive part of his dick. Amazed by how good a fellator Wesley had become. The blond boy smiled, suctionning the stiff little staff between his teeth.

He lowered his mouth and let the knob past the entrance of his throat until his nose was against the hairless mound. Just by clearing his throat, he could make the boy moan loudly. All the while, he sniffed the sweaty crotch, taking in all that great boy smell.

Chris grabbed his head and took control. He pulled his dick almost out of his mouth and plunged it inside until he was once again taking the whole thing.

His hips rose again and again. Wesley could feel him thrust his meat into his mouth, grunting with pleasure. His dick banged against the back of his cavity but soon found its way down his throat.

Wesley could sense the little devil was about to come and stopped the action. Chris sulked a little not knowing what he had in store. Wesley put his right leg on his shoulder and began sucking his cock again. Christopher's boyish face lit up again.

His hips were slightly above the mattress, just enough for his fingers to explore his little anus. He rubbed all around the entrance of the boy's rectum and without warning shoved his middle finger inside him. Chris gasped but soon let himself enjoy the digit moving in and out of his pink hole.

Wesley sucked his penis and pushed his finger all the way in between his tensed buttocks. This was propably a brand new sensation for the boy. He moaned loudly and at that point, Wesley knew he had given away his body to him, to play with and enjoy.

After ten minutes, Chris pushed his head off his erection.

"Wait! I better work on you or I'm gonna explode!" he exclaimed.

Wesley streched on the bed, his cock standing upright and Chris started to suck it again with even more passion. They were gonna have oral sex all afternoon! he thought.

Miss Hampton burst in the dormitory. As her heavy footsteps got closer and closer, Wesley shuddered. "Stop sucking my cock!" he whispered "She's here! She's here!" But Chris held on to his shaft and kept running his lips on it.

"Oh my lord! What are you two doing!" she screamed, looking away from the kids' naked embrace, shocked and bewildered.

"You're the Devil's spawn Christopher Matthews!" she yelled. "Boys don't that!"

Wesley attempted to hide his engorged boyhood and froze as he watched the large woman lowering her wide ass on the bed. She grabbed Chris by the waist and hauled him down over her knees with her powerful arms. Everything happened so fast. Swiftly her hand reached for the right slipper. Then:

*WHACK*
*WHACK*
*WHACK*
*WHACK*
*WHACK*
*WHACK*
*WHACK*
*WHACK*

She spanked the boy's bare bottom furiously right in front of his eyes.

The slaps were concentrated on the right cheek and soon the fleshy part of the buttock was all red from the mighty contacts. Chris wriggled about in her lap.

"Again! That's so nice Miss Hampton!" he smiled.

The woman was really angry now. She grasped the slipper tighter and assaulted his left cheek.

*WHACK*
*WHACK*
*WHACK*
*WHACK*
*WHACK*
*WHACK*
*WHACK*
*WHACK*

Wesley knew this was awfully painful. Chris was bitting his lips and grunting with every stinging blow. His little bottom was turning all red and large bruises surfaced on his perfect white skin.

Wesley thought his friend had gone nuts. He kept wiggling his little behind almost inviting the slipper to beat his rump. "Oooo I like that!" he continued blurting. Miss Hampton smacked him as hard as she could until she eventually gave up on the boy. Seeing that her punishement wasn't effective, she ran out the dormitory.

"We'll see what the schoolmaster thinks of your behavior!" she screamed accross the room before departing.

Wesley stared astonished, really impressed with the boy's ability to take a whipping like a man. "Am I bleeding?" the imp inquired, turning his backside for an estimation of the damages.

"Nuh uh..." Wesley stammered. Christopher's bum was glowing and he couldn't help but rub his cock of the hot buns.

The next second, Chris pushed him on the mattress and began rubbing his nipples with his right hand and caressing his balls with his left. Wesley made a mental note to make his friend come like never before! Chris had taken the punishment for him and he wasn't gonna deceive him.

The beating had not altered his vigor. His mouth engulfed his four inches and sucked the hard flesh merrilly. Wesley could feel his orgasm building up. Christopher's head was bobbing up and down on his young penis at a incredible speed.

All that boy sex and spanking had aroused him fiercely. He was gonna climax in no time for sure. His balls drew closer to his body and he gasped. Quick spurts of boyseed shot in Christopher's mouth. Much to his surprise, the boy drank it down as quickly as it came out of the tip. Under him, the bed creaked as his body jerked from the intense pleasure.

Chris grinned at him and licked the jism on his lips. He lapped up the milky substance still oozing from his pisshole, making sure the pink crown was dry. Wesley smiled back at the pretty boy thinking of a way to outdo his glorious work.

"This is new!" Christopher smiled, gulping down the last glob of semen.

"Hope you can do it too!" Wesley grinned back.

Chris had gotten back his erection now. So he lowered his head between his skinny thighs and sucked the boy's beautiful four inch tool. Mostly using his tongue to give it a nice sheath of slimy saliva.

He stretched on the bed and told Chris to mount his face.

The boy smiled at his new imaginative way of playing. Wesley watched as he slid his knees on each side of his face. That way he had complete access to his crotch. He could see his swollen balls hanging down and his erect cock right in front his mouth.

The horny twelve-year-old rubbed his glans on his lips. Wesley wrapped his fingers around the slimy shaft and fondled it.

"Fuck my hand Chris!" he said. "Do it until you come all over my face!" he screamed, blushing from his unsual vulgarity.

Chris bucked his hips and began sliding his prick in his vise grip. Wesley tickled the head with his tongue when it popped out between his fingers.

The hard organ began moving back and forth at a faster rate in his hand. He looked at Christopher's face, seeing him grimacing from pleasure. The boy's penis slid all the way until he could feel his hand against the kid's hairless groin. Then it would pull back to the bloated knob. He imagined the hard cock slamming in his ass. In and out, slidding faster.

He squeezed harder and harder and Chris moaned louder.

"Ohhhh I'm coming." Chris groaned.

He shot the first thick load directly into his opened mouth. The second one exploded on his nose in hot droplets. Wesley revelled in the shower of white boyjuice.

He cleaned up Christopher's penis like he had done to him. The sweat-covered boy licked his face in return where he couldn't reach, taking back his own self.

Minutes later, they were knocking on Miss Hampton's door.

"Leave me alone!" she shouted as she opened the door. "You are evil! Demons!" she continued, pointing an accusing finger at their button noses.

"Please Madam." Christopher pleaded. "Don't tell the headmaster. He's gonna beat us."

"Yes Madam. We'll do whatever you want for the rest of our lives." Wesley added.

Her mood changed instantly and she smiled, displaying her rotten teeth.

"Don't be silly boy. Only an afternoon will be enough. That's a brilliant idea lad. I could use a few hours to relax. You're all gonna drive me insane someday."

"Thank you Miss Hampton!" the boys cheered in unison.

She shut the door behind them. Her quarters consisted of a large room with a small bathroom attached to it. The delicate lace collar around her victorian bed contrasted awkwardly with her massive stature and vulgar appearance. For a woman in a position of authority, her bedroom ressembled more one of a young boy. Clothes were scattered everywhere along with food and various objects of leisure.

"Your first chore will be to clean this mess up!" she grinned. "Take your clothes off. I don't want you to get dirt on these that I will have to wash later in the school's laundry."

Wesley glanced at Chris and blushed. Even though she'd already seen them naked, he felt a slight discomfort. Orders were not for him he guessed.

He shucked his sweater and shorts on her desk and removed his socks and underpants, shivering as he remembered the brutal spanking she had given on Christopher's bare butt.

"Ah Ah! These aren't ready to please a lady for a while!" she laughed tugging at their hairless cocklets. "Now get on all fours like the slave- brats you are!"

Wesley and Chris crawled in front of her, glancing at each other for an explanation to her odd behavior. She tied a scarf around each of their necks, letting a long strip to rest on their smooth backs. Dog collars and leashes! That's what she called them. "Just to make sure you won't escape!"

She pulled the leash bound to Wesley neck and kicked his little ass. "Sit boy!"

He did, considering for a moment her fat body towering over him. Chris was submitted to the same treatment, ordered sternly to lay his butt on the cold floor.

Chapter 12. Teacher's pet, teacher's wet

While they scooted around the room, she sprawled her large mass on a chair, eyeing every move of their graceful young bodies and screaming reprimands.

"I need to pee Miss Hampton? Can I go?" Wesley peeped walking towards the door.

"Not so fast child!" the heavy matron blurted.

The boy shivered as she placed her paws on his shoulders to guide him to Christopher who was kneeling on the cold floor, scrubbing it with might.

"We'll see how your little friend likes it now... Come on Christopher, open your mouth. You seemed to enjoy having his birdy in your mouth an hour ago?"

The black-haired imp smiled wickedly, hiding his disgust in front of the tormentor. He wrapped his lips around Wesley's deflated organ, swallowing the smooth penis until he connected with the hairless pubes.

"YOU! Pee!" the woman laughed, tugging roughly the scarf tied to Wesley's neck.

His body trembled. Fright held back the liquid in his bladder. Another forceful tug strangled him and he began to urinate in his friend's mouth. The yellow burst exploded in the warm cavity. Chris winced.

"Don't spill a drop!" Miss Hampton yelled.

Wesley watched as Chris drank him up. Inevitably, the urine overflowed from the kid's mouth, forming a small lake on the ground. The fat woman pushed his face in it, commanding him to lap it all up.

Totally ashamed of the amount of humiliation Chris had to endure, Wesley crawled to the floor and stuck his tongue in the puddle to help him out.

"Little bastards." the matron grinned.

Much to Wesley's surprise, the rest of the afternoon was uneventful. He squirmed everytime an erection popped in his lap, fearing the outcome of such a vile act. But the woman snoozed quietly, amused to boredom, as they finished the cleaning-up.

The class was silent. Sure, they were terrified awaiting the results of the test but mostly because Mr. Lloyd was quick to impose corporal punishement on any boy who let out a peep.

Wesley had to admit he was scared. Back at Newcaste Estate, a private tutor was hired to teach him all the wonders of education. The penalty for a failing grade was only a sermon from the Count and sometimes a meal skipped. The same rules sure didn't apply at this private school. "I warn you, the boys who fail will be punished!" had said Mr. Lloyd. The truth is he was rusty. He knew he hadn't done well on his test.

He hadn't dip a white feather in ink for months and his thoughts were confused in his little head trying to magically come up with the precious answers.

Alvin was squirming on his chair next to him too. The thirteen-year-old wasn't very bright and had every reason to sweat like a pig. Wesley pitied the poor boy. His head was completely shaved leaving him with black stubbles on his scalp. One of the many consequences of his low intelligence level. His lips were moving but not a word came out of them. Wesley figured he was praying and wondered if he should too.

The headmaster walked in the rows seperating the little desks with a sadistic smile on his lips. As usual, he yelled the best grades first: "Walter, A+...Everett, A...Willy, B...."

God he was nervous, his name just wouldn't pop out and he was already in the 'C's. The boys around him let out signs of relief on the announce of their names.

"Damon, D...William, D... and finally...Wesley, F and Alvin, F!"

Wesley was devasteted but not as much as Alvin who was crying face down on his desk. "You two, be in his office at noon!" said the frowning man.

The kids were smiling and staring at them, happy to have avoided the ill-treatment they were to be submitted to.

Meal time came faster that a speeding bullet from a musket. Wesley hooked up with Alvin and they strolled towards the headmaster's office.

"What's the punition?" Wesley inquired.

"I don't know, it's different all the time." replied the dumb boy with a trembling voice.

They entered the office with their tails between their legs. Mr. Lloyd closed the door behind them and ordered to stand on the chairs in front of his big oak desk.

He waltzed around the boys and patted their little behinds with his cane.

"I will not accept ignorants in my class." he muttered sternly. "You hear THAT?"

"Yes sir." the children responded in unison.

"Strip down to you underwear NOW." he yelled.

Wesley took of his shoes and socks and glanced at Alvin doing the same. He threw his blazer on the floor and soon his shirt was headed the same way. Alvin wasn't quick enough and the man hit him on the hand. Wesley wriggled out of his trousers and stood up straight like the situation commanded.

The fierce man contemplated their white skinny bodies clad in only undies and strolled around them again, fondling his moustache.

"Didn't you listen to what I've said for the last month in class? If you are not using those ears, maybe we should cut them off..." he grinned.

"Since this is your first time Wesley, you will get ten smacks on your underpants with my hand and ten on your bare bottom with my belt. Agreed?"

"Yes sir." the boy answered.

"As for you Alvin. Alas, I've seen you butt too many times in this office. I have a special surprise for you!"

He guided them to the next room which was his sleeping quarters. A large bed was surrounded by fancy furniture. There were books everywhere but Wesley focused his attention on the wall. In a large cabinet were hung dozens of tawses, whips and other instruments of discipline.

Mr. Lloyd sat on the edge of the bed and pulled him to him. He tugged his drawers, wedging the cotton fabric in the crack of his round little butt and ordered him to climb on his lap. Wesley obeyed, stretching his body over the man's knees, his little feet dangling in the air.

The onslaught started. Mr. Lloyd spanked his rump ten times and he yelped with every stroke.

*SMACK*

"Ouch!"

*SMACK*

"Ouch!"

*SMACK*

"Ouch!"

*SMACK*

"Ouch!"

The man stood him up. Wesley rubbed his bottom frantically already deep pink.

"Take off your underpants now and bend over the bed."

Wesley pulled down his briefs and looked at Alvin who was staring at his flaccid boydick. Meanwhile, Mr. Lloyd selected a large leather belt. He approached the vulnerable child, naked and bent over properly.

"Feet together boy! and stick your bottom out at all time." he yelled. "Count each strike and thank me."

Wesley held his buttocks tight. The swish of the belt resonated in the room before hitting him.

*THWACK*

"Aowww! One, thank you sir." Tears filled his little eyes.

*THWACK*

"Argg. Two, thank you sir."

The man was taking his time obviously enjoying this. The belt landed on his bare skin a third and fourth time and his bottom was numb and throbbing. Seems he was always hitting the same spot. His butt was so small, Wesley guessed there wasn't much flesh to torture.

*SWWWOOOOOSH* *THWACK*

"Aooow. Five sir."

"You forgot to thank me! For that. One more!" said Mr. Lloyd.

His knees were wobbly and he started to cry out loud. This punishment was going to last forever. The next four strokes bit hard into his tender skin and drew blood. His little bottom was stinging like crazy.

The final two lashes left large red marks on his bare ass. He soothed his buns tenderly. They were hot and glowing.

"A nice whipping sure can make a boy think uh? Now get on your knees next to the bed while I chastise this idiot."

Wesley knelt and sniffed up his tears. If that was the punishement for a first offense. What will he do to Alvin? he wondered silently.

"Take your underpants off and get on all fours on the bed like the animal you are!" barked Mr. Lloyd.

Alvin pulled down his briefs and exposed a long uncut dick sitting on two round hairy balls. He was one of the taller boys at school and more developed than anybody else. But aside from his crotch, he still didn't have a hair on his muscular body.

The man pushed him on the bed where he assumed the position. Alvin looked between his legs wondering why Mr. Lloyd was laying a towel there. The man didn't explain and took out a thin stick of hard wood from the cabinet.

Right away, he began whipping the boy's tender feet.

*SWISH*

*SWISH*

*SWISH*

*SWISH*

*SWISH*

*SWISH*

*SWISH*

*SWISH*

The white undersides of his feet soon were covered with welts and Alvin was crying and wiggling his toes from pain.

Brutally, the man continued the punishment and whipped the boy's legs all the way to the back of his thighs.

"OWWW ARGG OWWW OOWW stop sir!" begged Alvin.

But Mr. Lloyd gripped his tawse tighter and whipped his bare ass until it was a nice crimson color.

Wesley had counted forty strokes and he could tell from the grimaces Alvin was making that from waist down, his body was on fire. The boys outside in the corridor were giggling.

The headmaster patted his rump and picked up a larger stick. Actually more like a cane.

"Your ass should be used to this by now." the man said. "It shouldn't hurt that much..."

"How many do I get?" asked the thirteen-year-old.

"You'll see..." smiled the man.

He teased the boy's penis with the tip of cane.

"I want you to get it hard for me. Go on, fondle it NOW!"

Alvin was confused and started to stimulate his cock. The flesh tube grew under the boy's belly until all his foreskin was tucked under the crown of his pink knob.

Mr. Lloyd delivered three strokes of his cane on the boy's behind and Alvin masturbated harder trying to alienate the pain. The man turned around and screamed in Wesley direction:

"You too, get a hard-on or you get ten more lashes!"

His little dick didn't need much fondling. Just looking at Alvin wincing in pain and beating his meat with one hand on the bed, while he was getting caned, gave him a boner in no time.

"Get your hand off your dick Alvin." ordered the headmaster.

"I want you to cum for me little bastard... but don't touch that prick.. ...and I want you to SCREAM as loud as you can so your little friends outside can hear you."

There was no discussing the instructions. Mr. Lloyd immediately began caning the young boy's behind.

*THWACK*

*THWACK*

*THWACK*

"ARGRGGR ARGGRGRG OWOOWW ARRRGRGGR" yelled the kid gasping for air and trying to maintain his erection.

They were chilling screams and Wesley could see why. Every time the cane landed on the smooth skin, a blotch of red would appear. Sometimes the cane would find its way in the crease of Alvin's butt. But mostly, it made each globe of flesh quiver equally.

"CUM you bloody little fuck! shoot your boy-juice all over... My arm is dead!" screamed Mr. Lloyd.

Alvin closed his eyes, probably concentrating on his penis, trying to figure out how to climax and satisfy his torturer. Mr. Lloyd was steadily beating his ass, inflicting more pain.

"I know you're horny... CUM... CUM! look at Wesley, he's hot for you!!"

Alvin glanced at the little cock nagging him.

"That's a good boy Wes." said Mr. Lloyd. "You like it when I beat that naughty lad!"

Alvin had received at least two hundred strokes and was panting. His ass was red all over and Wesley found the color was making his hairless balls tingle.

"Yup Alvin, Wes here is hot for you... he wants you to FUCK him good up his little asshole! You'd love that uh? Think about it and CUM for me!"

Finally, in between the wails of pain, Alvin let out a sustained moan and his penis shot a jet of young semen on the towel. It was the end of his sufferings. Mr. Lloyd stopped caning him and observed the boy climaxing and ejaculating time and time again.

Alvin collapsed on his stomach exhausted, his body jerking uncontrolablly.

"There's nothing like a good caning to get me started." said the headmaster. With a swift gesture, he took out his half-erect prick from his trousers and rubbed it on Wesley's lips.

"Suck me boy! Suck my big cock!"

Wesley didn't wanna go through the same ordeal as Alvin and parted his lips quickly. The man pushed his huge penis in his mouth and he felt it getting bigger and bigger in his cavity.

The man grabbed his blond hair and forced his swollen member down his throat. He choked on the ten inches of manmeat but Mr. Lloyd continued shoving it farther and farther. The heavy scent of his organ filled his lungs. The man bucked his hips and began fucking his little mouth.

He thought he would throw up, but the large cock was clogging his tube. The big glans was rubbing against the walls of his throat, enlarging it.

"You like that! Oh suck it ...yeah..." said the man with a crazed look on his face. "Maybe next time I will let Alvin put his dick in your ass if you fail!"

After only a few thrusts, the hot semen exploded down his throat.

"Swallow my load! and don't lose a drop..or else."

Wesley swallowed. Seven times in all. The big cock was more like a faucet, continually shooting the hot liquid in his mouth. When the penis softened, he stuck out his tongue and licked the red knob to clean it of the sticky substance.

Chapter 13. The Grand Facade

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