He had just left The Pony, and was heading home.  He really wished his Sir had gone with him, but Sir didn’t care for The Pony. Too noisy, he said. Sir really wasn’t into the loud music, and all the brouhaha. His Sir had a lot of friends, and they always kept an eye on him.  He came to the park.  Cutting through the park, instead of walking around, would save him twenty minutes, and he was eager to get home. He knew his Sir would be asleep, but he would undress and slide in next to him. Sir would awaken enough to put his arm around him and pull him close. He hesitated for just a moment, and started into the park. Sir had told him many times to avoid going through the park alone, especially at night.  But the moon was full and the park was well lit by it, so he threw caution to the wind. He quickened his pace. He started thinking about Sir, and how much he loved him.  He was so lost in his thoughts; he didn’t hear the footsteps, until it was too late. Had he been aware of his surroundings, he would have heard not one pair of footsteps, but several. It was the shove from behind, that brought his mind to the here and now. He staggered, and turned to see four unsavory characters that were advancing on him. The one in the lead, the one who shoved him, laughed, and said, “We’re going to have some fun, my friends and I”, and pushed him again.  This time, he lost his footing, and fell.  

 

“Calvin?  What’s going on?  What the fuck are you doing?”  He asked.

 

“Just putting a stuck up faggot where he belongs; on the ground under my feet.”

 

Then they started kicking him.  One sat on his chest, pinning his arms with his knees, and started punching him in the face.  

 

He struggled to get up, but was unable.

 

“That’s enough”, said Calvin  “You don’t want to ruin those pretty lips.  I’ve got plans for them.  Cut his shirt off, and his pants, too!  He won’t be needing them.”

 

Leaning over the man lying on the ground, Calvin said, “You’re not so high and mighty now, are you?”

 

“Why are you doing this?” the man asked.  

 

“You never wanted to go out with me, you claimed you had a ‘sir’, a ‘sir’ that never seemed to be around. I knew you were lying. Now I’m going to take what you would not give.”

 

“Take a look in the mirror! You’re a filthy pig. Get a haircut, or at least wash it. And you stink! Take a good long shower, and use soap. And use deodorant, too! Then maybe, MAYBE, someone would want to go out with you.”

 

“Why you fucking, arrogant, faggot!” Calvin spat out, and punched him in the side of his head. You’re going to regret saying that.”

 

“Go ahead. Do it!  To whom are you going to brag? Who are you going to tell, that you raped someone? What of your posse? They will out you in a heartbeat, to save their sorry butts.”

 

“Shut up, faggot.  Shut the fuck up!”

 

With that, he plunged his cock into the man’s asshole. When the man screamed, he told his companions to put something in his mouth to shut him up. They took turns raping the man, both his ass and his mouth, twisting and biting his nipples only stopping when they heard someone shout:

 

“Hey! What’s going on there? Leave that guy alone!”

 

“Let’s get out of here!” yelled Calvin, and they took off running.

 

The guy then called 911.  While waiting for help to arrive, he talked to the guy lying on the ground, asking what happened, trying to keep him conscious.

 

Suddenly, the man cried out, “Why? Why did this happen to me?” and passed out.

 

*******

 

The phone woke me up.  A quick glance at the clock told me it was 3 a.m. Who could be calling this time of night?

 

“Mr. Long?” “Yes?”

 

“This is Officer Manfredi.”

 

“Frank? Why are you being so formal?”

 

“It’s Ollie, Pete. He’s been attacked and beat up pretty bad. He’s on his way to General. He was unconscious when they loaded him into the ambulance. I’m on my way to get you, Pete. Pull yourself together and get dressed. I’m 10 minutes out.”

 

On the way to the hospital, Frank filled me in on what happened.

 

“Ollie was beat pretty bad, Pete. A rape kit and saliva samples are being taken. Unless they are in the data base, there’s not much hope of finding them; unless, of course, they start bragging to their friends.”

 

“People are stupid, sometimes. I wonder if they filmed themselves...Wait! Ollie was raped?”

 

“He was, Pete.”

 

“Oh my poor boy. Ollie must be devastated.  I’ve got to get to him, NOW! Use your lights, your siren...something, Frank. Get me there, fast!”

 

“Pete, there were four of them.  The guy that interrupted the ‘fun and games’ a Mr. Michaels, is waiting at the hospital. He’s waiting with Ollie until you get there, in case he wakes up, to let him know you’re on the way.”

 

******* 

 

 

We pulled into the hospital, parking just outside the emergency room. I flung open the door and raced into the hospital, and up to the desk.

 

“May I help you?” asked the receptionist.

 

“A man was just brought in by ambulance. Where is he?” “He’s in the back, being treated”, she replied.

 

I raced toward the back.

 

“Wait, sir. You can’t go back there.”

 

Once I got back there, I asked about the guy that was just brought in, and a nurse pointed to a drawn curtain. And there he was. The doctor looked up and asked who I was, and if I knew the man.

 

“Yes! Yes I do.”

 

By that time, Frank had caught up to me, and handed me Ollie’s wallet.

 

“The guy who called it in gave it to me. He’s waiting to make sure Ollie’s okay, and to talk to you”, Frank said.

Just then the doctor said they were taking Ollie to X-ray, and that I should go out to the waiting room. I would be contacted when he got back.

 

I went back to reception, and gave them all the information that was needed.

 

While waiting for the doctor, Frank and I went over to the guy waiting. 

 

“Thank you so much for calling 911 and waiting with Ollie. I’m Pete, Pete Long.”

 

“I’m Seth Michaels, Mr. Long. How is your friend?”

 

So, I told Seth and Frank what I knew.

 

A short while later, the doctor came out.

 

“Mr. Long?”

 

“I’m Mr. Long. What’s going on with Ollie?”

 

“I’m Dr. Davis. As you can see, Ollie was very badly beaten. There are no broken bones, but he’s going to have two black eyes, and be very sore and tender. Because he’s unconscious, and has been since arriving, I’m going to admit him for observation. I’ll clear it so you can stay with him. I’ll let you know as soon as his room is ready.”

 

‘Thank you, Dr. Davis.”

 

It wasn’t long until I was told the room number, and left to go to the room. As Dr. Davis had said, it had been cleared for me to stay with Ollie. I sat there, holding his hand, telling him over and over that I loved him, and to please wake up. Eventually, Ollie opened his eyes as much as he could.

 

“Sir? Oh, Sir, I’m so sorry. I’m ruined.” He turned his head away. “Don’t look at me. I’m so ashamed. You probably want nothing to do with me, now. I should have listened to you, and not cut through the park. I wish I were dead. Why didn’t they just kill me?”

 

“Shh. Relax boy. Of course I want you. Don’t be silly!”

 

“They raped me, Sir. I tried to fight them off, but there were four of them.”

 

I kissed him, and held him in my arms. “There is nothing that would make me not want you, Ollie. Nothing!”

 

“Will you stay with me tonight, Sir?”

“Of course, Ollie. I’ll stay the rest of the night.”

 

I sat beside him, holding his hand, as he drifted in and out of sleep. He cried out several times, but settled, quickly. The next morning, Dr. Davis checked him out again, and released him. I was handed a prescription for pain.

 

“You may want to look into counseling, Mr. Long. Speak to Dr. Anderson.  He’ll be able to recommend someone.”

 

I called Frank, and he came and brought us home.

 

Ollie healed physically over the next couple of weeks, but was having trouble coming to terms with everything, emotionally. I arranged for therapy for him with several male therapists, but Ollie would just freak out. I made arrangements with a Mrs. Duncan, who Ollie seemed to like.

 

Over the next several months, things improved for Ollie. Whenever he had an appointment, he’d ask me to take him. I started noticing that he wasn’t going out much, but then, he was more of a homebody. Except at night. Ollie loved the night. He especially like stargazing, and would spend hours watching the sky, picking out the constellations, determining which stars were planets, and wondering what kind of life lived there. He stopped even doing that, unless I too, decided to go for an evening stroll. That’s when I realized; he didn’t want to go out alone. When I asked Ollie why he wasn’t going out to look at the sky, he said he was afraid to be out alone. I passed this on to Mrs. Duncan, and we both encouraged him to do things by himself, but he refused.

 

He got a lot of calls at first, and I’d hear him give one excuse after another as to why he wouldn’t go out, and a few ‘this isn’t a good time, I’ll let you know’, but eventually, they stopped.

 

 

One year later.

 

“Ollie!”

 

“Yes, Sir!”

 

“I need you to go to the store for me. Here’s the list.”

 

“By myself, Sir?”

 

“Yes, Ollie. By yourself.”

 

“But, Sir! I can’t go alone. What if something happens, Sir? I just can’t!”

 

“Ollie. Nothing is going to happen. You know you need to do this. Didn’t Mrs. Duncan tell you it was time to start doing things alone?”

 

“Yes, Sir, but I’m not ready. Not alone, Sir. Please!” Tears fill his eyes and he starts to tremble. “Please, Sir. Don’t make me do this.”

 

“Come here, Ollie.” I take him in my arms and hold him until he starts to calm down. “Look at me, Ollie. Mrs. Duncan thinks it is time, and so do I. It’s just a short trip, Ollie, and you’ll be back before you know it. Come on boy. Don’t you want to start doing things alone again? I’ll be right here waiting for you. It’s only two blocks, Ollie.  I’ll stand at the door and watch until you reach the end of the block. Okay, Ollie?”

 

He looks at me, pleading with his eyes. I want to tell him that maybe tomorrow will be better, but I know him. He’ll just keep delaying as long as he can. “Come on, Ollie. It’s time. You know it, and I know it” We go over to the door.

 

Tears are brimming in his eyes, about to spill over. “Please, Sir”

 

I give him a hug, open the door, and smack him on his butt. “Out you go, boy. I’ll be watching.” I wait until he reaches the end of the block, turns the corner and is out of sight. I go back into the house and wait.

 

About a half an hour later, I watch from the window as he approaches the house. I go into the den and sit in my recliner. I hear the front door open and shut.

 

“Sir, I’m back. I did it, Sir!”

 

“Of course you did, Ollie! I knew you could! Come in here, Ollie, I want to talk to you.”

 

“Am I in trouble, Sir?”

 

“No, Ollie, you’re not in trouble. Sit down, boy. You’ve been sleepwalking and talking in your sleep. It’s the strangest thing, Ollie.

 

*******

 

Sometime during the night, you start muttering. Then you say ‘yes, sir. I understand, sir, I’ve been naughty, again’. You take off your pajamas and lay over the chair, like you would lie over my lap when I gave you a spanking. Then you say, ‘OW! OW! OW! OW!’ and then your butt starts to turn pink. And as the ‘spanking’ appears to go on; your butt gets redder and redder. You get up and stand in the corner. I timed it, Ollie. You stand there for 15 minutes. You go back to the chair and say, ‘Thank you for spanking me, sir, and thank you for sending me to the corner.’ You then go back to bed, and sleep undisturbed the rest of the night. You never seem to remember that dream. Have you talked to Mrs. Duncan, your therapist, about it, Ollie?”

 

“No, Sir. How can I talk about something I don’t remember, Sir? And why am I seeing a woman, and not a man, Sir?”

 

“I tried arranging for a male, Ollie, one who specializes in dealing with male rape victims. Remember, Ollie? I’ll talk to Mrs. Duncan about it, okay, Ollie?”

 

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir!”

 

“Come sit beside me, boy, and tell me about your trip to the store.”

 

*******

 

And so, for the next hour, Ollie told his Sir all about his little adventure. After dinner, they watched some TV, and went to bed. Around 3 a.m., Ollie again went through his sleepwalking ordeal, standing in the corner with a red butt for 15 minutes, and went back to bed.

 

After breakfast the next morning, Ollie started doing his chores, and I called Mrs. Duncan and told her of Ollie’s request. She said she had someone in mind, and that I would be receiving a call by the end of the day. After lunch, I told Ollie to take a break, suggesting he go for a walk, but that wasn’t going to happen. He opened his computer and got busy doing whatever he does online. It was around 3 o’clock when my phone went.

 

“Hello?”

 

“Mr. Long?”

 

“Yes?”

 

“This is Mr. Lawson. Mrs. Duncan consulted with me about taking on Ollie’s case. Fill me in on what’s going on with Ollie.”

 

So for the next hour, that’s just what I did.

 

“I have an opening at 1 o’clock tomorrow afternoon. Can Ollie be here, then? I also have an opening two weeks from today.”

 

“I’ll have him there tomorrow, Mr. Lawson. Thank you. Goodbye, for now.”

 

After dinner, Ollie cleaned things up, then, over a cup of coffee, I told him about his upcoming appointment.

 

“You’re coming with me, aren’t you, Sir?”

 

“Yes, Ollie, I’m taking you to your appointment. How else would you get there? It’s too far to walk, and you refuse to drive. Why is that, boy?”

 

“I don’t feel safe, Sir. I only feel safe with you. I know nothing will happen to me if you’re there. Are you going to go in with me when I talk to Mr. Lawson, Sir?”

 

“No, Ollie. You and Mr. Lawson will go into his office and talk, and I’ll be in the waiting room.”

 

“But, Sir!”

 

“No buts, boy. Not another word about it. Understand?”

 

“Just one more thing. I don....

 

“OLLIE! Go stand in the corner! NOW! 10 minutes!”

 

“Yes, Sir.”

 

Head hanging low, he stands in the corner.

 

“Proper form, Ollie. Head up, back straight, nose in the junction of the two walls.”

 

After 10 minutes, I go and put my arms around him and lead him back to the couch. He’s calmer now.

 

“Thank you, Sir. I feel much better now.”

 

“You’re welcome, boy. Now just sit here with me. Have you finished your book, boy? Remember! You have a report to make.”

 

“Um...”

 

“Go get your book, and bring it to me, Ollie.”

 

He goes for his book, but doesn’t return. After some time, I find him in bed, asleep. I

shut things down, lock up, and join him.

 

The following morning we get up and have breakfast. After cleaning up, we shower and get ready for the appointment.

 

“Why are we leaving so early, Sir? It won’t take that long to get to town, and our appointment isn’t until one.”

 

“You have a doctors appointment, Ollie. You keep losing weight, and I want to know why. You certainly eat enough. And you’re not as active as you were before. After that, you’re getting some new clothes; clothes that fit. We’ll have lunch before you see Mr. Lawson.”

 

“Have you planned the whole day? Maybe I like the way my clothes fit. You should have asked me. I wish this day was over!”

 

“I don’t, Ollie, and neither do you. Drop the attitude, boy, unless you want to see Dr. Anderson with a spanked butt, and sit in Mr. Lawson’s office on a hard chair. I can arrange that, Ollie. You have already earned yourself a spanking and corner time, boy. You can decide if it happens before we leave, or when we get back. It doesn’t matter much to me. The next words out of your mouth will be the determining factor.”

 

He glared at me red-faced for a few seconds, and took a deep breath, as he considered the consequences.

 

“Sorry, Sir, for mouthing off to you and showing attitude. I’ll take my punishment when we get back, Sir”

 

“Good choice, boy. Go get the car from the garage. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

 

When I go out, Ollie is standing outside the car. I open the passenger side and look at him.

 

“Get in Ollie. You’re driving.”

 

“But I don’t want-

 

“Ollie! YOU. ARE. DRIVING. I don’t care what you want!”

 

We get to the doctor’s office, register with the receptionist, and wait to be called. About 15 minutes later, Ollie is called. We go into a room, where the nurse gets his weight, temperature, and blood pressure. We don’t wait long for Dr. Anderson to come into the room.

 

“How are you doing, Ollie?”

“I’m doing good, Dr. Anderson. Sir thinks I’m losing too much weight.”

 

“You have lost 30 pounds since I saw you six months ago, which is quite a bit in that short time frame. Are you not eating?”

 

“I’m eating, sir. According to Sir, I eat like a horse. Three meals a day and snacks in- between. In fact, I’m afraid I’m going to get fat, I eat so much.”

 

“What are you eating” the doctor asked.

 

“Whatever Sir cooks. Plus chips, pretzels, celery, carrots, and fruit.”

 

“No candy?”

 

“Not much. I would like to have more, but Sir says too much sugar isn’t good.”

 

“That’s right, Ollie. Are you sleeping good?”

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

The doctor wrote on his pad, tore off the sheet, and handed it to Ollie.

 

“I ordered a complete blood work-up. Give this to the nurse, and she’ll show you where to go.”

 

Ollie looked at me. “Ready, Sir?”

 

Before I could say anything, Dr. Anderson said: “You don’t need your sir to go with you, Ollie. Besides, I want to talk to him.”

 

Ollie looked at me. “Go on, Ollie. I’ll be with you shortly.”

 

Ollie left the room and shut the door.

 

“Ollie’s still not doing things alone, I see,” said Doc. “I didn’t find anything, with the cursory exam. That’s why I ordered the blood test. How is he otherwise, besides the weight loss?”

 

“Other than not wanting to do anything alone, he seems good. He gets a bit down at times, but snaps out of it quickly. He’s also had a couple episodes of sleepwalking. We’re going to see a Mr. Lawson this afternoon. Ollie requested a male therapist, and that’s who Mrs. Duncan recommended.” I told him.

 

“Craig Lawson?” asked the doctor. “Yes, that’s him.” I said.

 

“I know Craig. Good guy. He’ll be good for Ollie,” Doctor Anderson said.

 

“I just hope he doesn’t freak out. You know I tried setting him up with a male therapist before, and he just wasn’t having it.” I said.

 

“Craig is good. He’ll get Ollie calmed down in no time. I think Ollie will like him”, said Dr. Anderson.

 

“Thanks, Doc” I said, and left the room.

 

I found Ollie, and he was all smiles. He had a Band-Aid in the crook of his elbow and was holding a piece of candy.

 

“Look, Sir! I did it all by myself. And they gave me this candy. Can I eat it, Sir?”

 

“Yes, Ollie. You can eat it. Let’s go check out.”

 

We went to Macy’s and I got him a couple pairs of pants and some t-shirts, and dress shirts. He had dropped two pant sizes, and one shirt size. I also got him new underwear.

 

After leaving the store, we stopped at the diner, and had burgers and fries for lunch. I had an iced tea, and Ollie had a milkshake.  We then headed to Mr. Lawson’s office. We stopped at reception, checked in, and waited. There was a large aquarium, and Ollie went to look at the fish.

 

It was about twenty minutes later that the inner office door opened, and a man about 45, 6’ tall, black hair, graying at the temples, and bright blue eyes, said:

 

“Oliver Meadows?”

 

Ollie turned around. “I’m Oliver Meadows” and came over and sat beside me.

 

“Hi Oliver. I’m Mr. Lawson” and shook Ollie’s hand. He looked at me, and you must be Mr. Long.”

 

“I am.” I said, shaking his hand.

 

“Now, Oliver”, he said.

 

“Call me Ollie, please”

 

“Okay, Ollie. You and I are going to go into my office and talk. Okay?”

 

“What about, Sir? Mr. Long?”

 

“Just you and me, Ollie. Your sir will be waiting right here. Is that okay, Ollie?”

 

“I would really like Sir to be with me.”

 

“Sir will come in later. I want to talk to just you, right now.”

 

Go on, Ollie. I’ll be right here”, I tell him.

 

Ollie and Mr. Lawson stood, and with Ollie looking back at me, went into his office. I was surprised, and relieved, that Ollie didn’t freak. About half an hour later, the door opened and Ollie came out.

 

“He wants to see you now, Sir. He said I should wait here. I’ll go in with you, if you want, Sir.”

 

I chuckled, “That’s alright, Ollie. I can do this myself. But, thanks for offering.”

 

I went into the office and sat across the desk from Mr. Lawson.

 

“Okay, Mr. Long”

 

“Call me Pete.”

 

“Okay, Pete. I got Ollie to talk about his dream a bit. He doesn’t remember much, but he does remember some. Do you monitor his online activity?”

 

“I consider his online time to be private, so no, I don’t. He only has to have permission to buy something. He doesn’t have access to credit cards. I’d be broke, if he did.”

 

“May I suggest doing so?” Mr. Lawson said. “Especially the porn sites. Get his user names and passwords. Pay close attention to his chats. You’ll find a wealth of information.”

 

“That would be betraying a trust!” I said.

 

“Yes, and no. A lot of Sir’s monitor their boy’s chats. Boys tend to get themselves into trouble on chat.”

 

“You seem to know a lot about this stuff,” I said.

 

“I deal with a lot of gay men, so yea, I do. It goes with the territory. It gets talked about, a lot!” Mr. Lawson told me.

 

“That would be sneaking behind his back,” I said.

 

“Why sneak? Tell him that you’re going to monitor his online activity. Tell him you want ALL of his logon credentials. He won’t like it, I’m sure. He will most likely balk and give you attitude. But I’m sure you know how to deal with an errant boy” he said.

 

“Indeed, I do! Okay. I’ll do it! You’ll most likely hear about it at his next session. About that, how often do you want to see him?” I asked.

 

“Twice a week, for now. One moment.” He picks up the phone and pushes a button. “Amy, schedule Oliver for two sessions a week. Fit him in, somewhere.” He looked at me, “Don’t worry, Pete. I’ll get him talking.  How his butt gets red is another matter, that I’ll look into.”

 

“Thanks, Mr. Lawson. We’ll see you at the next session. Have a good day!”

 

I left the office, went to reception, and got the next appointment. “Come on, Ollie. Let’s go.”

 

“Do you want me to drive again, Sir?”

 

“No, boy. I’ll drive.”

 

On the way home, we stopped by Dairy Queen and I got Ollie an ice cream cone.

 

“Oh, wow! You’re getting me an ice cream, Sir? I thought...”

 

“You thought what, Ollie?”

 

“Nothing, Sir.”

 

“I didn’t forget about your spanking and corner time, Ollie. Don’t you worry about that.”

 

“And you still got me an ice cream, Sir?”

 

“You were very good at the doctor’s and the therapist, so I’m rewarding your good behavior. I haven’t forgotten about your attitude and backtalk this morning. That gets punished. Now eat your cone.”

 

I pull into the driveway, shut off the car and head into the house. Ollie is just sitting in the car.

 

“Ollie. Come in now.”

 

“I just want to sit here a minute.”

 

I enter the house and close the door. Twenty minutes later, Ollie is still in the car, so I go back out, and open the car door.

 

“Out, Ollie.”

 

“I don’t want to”

 

“Out, Ollie!”

 

“No!”

 

I pull him out, throw him over my shoulder, yank his pants down, and start spanking his butt as I walk to the house.

 

“OW! OW! OW! OW!  Stop. Sir! Not here in public, Sir. OW! OW! OW! OW! Put me down.”

 

I sit in the chair and pull him over my lap and give him a good spanking. He’s blubbering and bawling and crying his eyes out.

 

“You can get up now, boy. Do you have something to say, Ollie?”

 

He just shakes his head.

 

“Stand in your corner, Ollie. 15 minutes.”

 

He turns and heads to the corner.

 

Fifteen minutes later, I go over to him.

 

“Time’s up, Ollie. Sit with me and cuddle.” He’s half laying on me and I’m stroking his back and arm. I lift his head and lightly kiss his lips.

 

“Let’s go to bed, Ollie. We’ve both had a long day, and yours was rather stressful. Go brush your teeth while I shut everything down.”

 

 

 

The next morning

 

“Ollie! Breakfast is almost ready!”

 

“Coming, Sir!”

 

While eating our bacon, eggs, and toast, I say to Ollie:

“After we finish eating and you clean up the kitchen, I want you to make a list of all the sites you go to, including your email accounts, along with your user names and passwords. And the password to unlock your computer.”

 

Ollie jumped up from the table, knocking his chair over.

 

‘WHAT? YOU WANT, WHAT? NO WAY! NO FUCKING WAY! I’M NOT DOING THAT!!”

 

“OLIVER THADDEUS MEADOWS! SIT! Yes, you will do that, boy! And watch your language! Right after you cleanup the kitchen and I paddle your already sore boy butt and you stare at the junction of two walls, you WILL do what I told you. I am going to monitor your online activity from now on, and that includes your emails. Things are going to change around here, Ollie.”

 

Just then, my phone rang.

 

“Hello? Hi, Seth. What’s up? That’s a good idea, Seth. Ed’s Diner at noon. See you then.”

 

Ollie was just staring at me in shock. Since his attack, I’ve been lenient with him.

 

“That was Sir Seth. We’re meeting him and his boy, Gus, for lunch. I guess sitting will be a bit of a challenge for you, but you’ll manage. Now finish your breakfast.”

 

“I’m finished! You can meet this Seth person and his boy by yourself. I’m not going!”

 

Before he can utter another word, I grab his arm, pull him into the room, and have him over my knees.

 

“You WILL make me that list.”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

OW! OW! OW! OW! OW!

“You will NOT curse!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! OUCH!

“You ARE having lunch with us!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! 

“Stop, Sir! Please stop!”

 

“In the corner, boy. 15 minutes!”

 

“Times up, Ollie. Clean up the kitchen, then make that list.”

 

“Yes, Sir.”

I sit and watch his red boy butt as he cleans the stove and rinses the plates and puts them into the dishwasher. When everything is back in order, he goes off to make the list. He comes back awhile later, and hands me a sheet of paper.

 

“Here’s the list, Sir. Please don’t do this.” “Are you trying to hide something, Ollie?”

“No, Sir. That was always my private space. Now it isn’t”

 

“With the way you’ve been acting, boy, you no longer deserve privacy. I’m looking for clues as to what is causing these dreams and sleepwalking episodes. And why your butt turns red. Did you talk to Mr. Lawson about your dream, boy?”

 

“A little, Sir. I remember the feeling, more than the actual dream.”

 

“That’s a start. Ollie, Sir Seth is who interrupted the attack. He called 911 and waited with you until help came. Today, you are going to officially meet him. I hope you and his boy get along, Ollie. It will be good for you to have a friend, that’s also a boy. Now go get ready.”

 

We waited outside the diner for Seth and his boy to arrive. Two guys were walking toward us, and as they got closer, Ollie exclaimed:

 

“Oh, my God! Look at those two hot guys, Sir”

 

“The blonde is Sir Seth, Ollie, so the dark haired one must be his boy, Gus.”

 

“Hi, Seth. You remember Ollie, don’t you?”

 

“Hi, Ollie.” Seth shook Ollie’s hand. “You’re looking much better than the last time I saw you. How are you doing?”

 

“Better, Sir. Thank you for saving me, Sir.”

 

Then Seth said, “Pete, this is my boy, Gus.”

 

I shook Gus’s hand. “Good to meet you, Gus. This is my boy, Ollie.”

 

Gus shook my hand. “Good to meet you, too, Sir. Hi, Ollie.”

 

“We almost didn’t make it. Gus wasn’t being cooperative. Spending some time over my knees and standing in the corner convinced him otherwise.”

 

Gus turned a bright red.

“Hahaha! Ollie was likewise convinced”

 

“Sir!” Ollie was just as red.

 

“Are you ready to go in, Pete?”

 

“I am.  I hope they have two hard chairs for these boys.”

 

“They are used to errant boys, here. Allow me.” Seth said.

 

We went in, and Seth said, “A table for four, with two hard chairs, please.”

 

“One minute, Sir, while I arrange for the chairs.”

 

A few minutes later, the host returned. “Right this way, sirs. Your table is ready.”

 

We got to the table, and indeed, there was, two hard chairs, sitting across from each other. Seth and I had nice padded chairs. We watched in amusement as Ollie and Gus gingerly settled their sore butts into their chairs. Menus were handed around. I watched as the boys looked over the top of the menu, smiling at each other.

 

“Do you know what you want, Ollie?”

 

“Yes, Sir. Burger, fries, and a coke.”

 

“You ready, Seth?”

 

“I think so. What do you want, Gus?”

 

“Same as Ollie, Sir.” 

 

When the waiter came to the table, we ordered for the boys. I ordered a steak sandwich, and Seth ordered a roast beef sandwich. We each had a coke. Ollie and Gus talked quietly, giggling every once in awhile. It wasn’t long before the food came. We all dug in and started eating. Very little conversation took place.  I knew Ollie wouldn’t finish his fries, so I helped him out. I noticed Seth doing the same with Gus.  When we finished eating, a dish of ice cream was ordered for the boys. Seth and I had coffee. The waiter came over and asked if there was anything else.

 

“Just the bill, please.” I said.

 

“One bill, or two?” the waiter asked.

“Just one.” I replied.

 

“I got this.” Seth said.

 

“No you don’t! This is on me. No argument!” I said.

 

I paid the bill, and we left. I saw Gus whispering to Seth. Seth said:

 

“Gus would like Ollie to come over to the house. Is that okay with you?”

 

“Ollie?” I asked.

 

“Are you coming too, Sir?”

 

“No. I have work to do, Ollie. But you can go.”

 

“I’d rather not, if you don’t mind, Sir.”

 

“Ollie doesn’t want to do things alone, yet. How about Gus coming to our place? There is one thing, though. Boys are not permitted clothes inside the house.”

 

“I have the same rule, Pete.” Seth said.

 

“Gus? Do you want to go to Ollie and Sir Pete’s?”

 

“Yes, Sir. May I?”

 

“Alright, boy. I’ll pick you up at 3. Behave yourself! If Sir Pete has to correct you, and he has my permission to spank you and send you to the corner, you will get double from me. Understand, boy?”

 

“Yes, Sir.”

 

Seth left, and Ollie, Gus, and I went to the car. Ollie and Gus sat in the back, whispering and giggling all the way home. When we go in the house, Gus and Ollie immediately strip. Gus was wearing a collar and chastity cage; Ollie had neither.

 

“I like your necklace, Gus, but what’s that thing on your dick?” Ollie asked.

 

“That’s not a necklace, Ollie. It’s a collar. It means I’m Sir’s boy. And that thing on my nub is a nub cage. Boys don’t have dicks or cocks, Ollie. Boys have nubs. I was always playing with it instead of doing my chores, so Sir locked it away. It doesn’t get hard in the cage, Ollie. It tries to, and when it does, it presses against the bars, and that really hurts! OUCH! You’re lucky you don’t have to wear one. You have a nice nub, Ollie.”

Thanks, Gus. Can you take that thing off?”

 

“I can’t, Ollie, but Sir can. He has the key.”

 

Ollie looked at me in disbelief.

 

“Do you want one, Ollie?” I asked.

 

“No, thank you, Sir. But I like that collar thingy. I’d like one of those.”

 

“I’ll think about it. You boys go downstairs and get better acquainted. And Ollie?”

 

“Yes, Sir, I know. Do not go in that room.”

 

Gus and Ollie went down to the basement, and I went into my office. I got a call from Mr. Lawson’s office asking if we could come in Thursday instead of Friday, and that Mr. Lawson wanted to see me, also. I agreed.

 

“Ollie. What’s in that room?” Gus asked.

 

“Just paddles, tawses and canes, a stock and pillory. Sir doesn’t want me playing with them.” Ollie replied.

 

I was just finishing up when there was a knock on the office door, which was open. Ollie and Gus were standing there.

 

“Yes, Ollie?”

 

“Can Gus and I go down to the corner store, Sir?”

 

I checked the time. “Sir Seth will be here in ten minutes. You boys cleanup any messes you’ve made.”

 

“Yes, Sir.”

 

“Okay, Sir Pete.”

 

Seth got here at exactly 3 o’clock.

 

“Did Gus behave himself, Pete?”

 

“Indeed he did. Ollie really likes Gus’s collar. And he was fascinated by his nub cage, but doesn’t want one.”

“Gus doesn’t especially like being locked, but he gets more done, now that he can’t play with his silly little nub. It’ll be coming off soon, though. Let him play with his nub and have a couple of orgasms. I’m sure you noticed how full his boy balls are.”

 

I chuckled. “Yea, I did notice. Ollie doesn’t seem much interested in playing with himself, since the attack. I’ll mention it to his therapist.”

 

“Gus, your Sir’s here.”

 

“Okay, Sir” The boys come running up the steps.

 

“Did you have a good time, Gus?” asked Seth.

 

“Yes, Sir, I did.”

 

“Ollie? Would you like to come to our house sometime?”

 

“Maybe Sir. I’ll think about it. And only if Sir says it’s okay.”

 

I looked at Seth and shrugged. “Wonders never cease. I’ll be in touch.”

 

Gus got dressed, and he and Seth left.

 

“Did you and Gus have a good time, boy?”

 

“Yes, Sir, we did. We talked about all sorts of things, like collars and nubs, and nub cages. Gus played with my dick, I mean nub, for a little, but it wasn’t fun, since I couldn’t play with his.”

 

“I’ll get you a cage for your nub, boy. That way neither of you can play with nubs.”

 

“That won’t be necessary, Sir. That doesn’t look comfortable, at all. Sir?”

 

“What, Ollie?  Last question.”

 

“Yes, Sir. Why don’t we go into that room anymore? You seem to avoid it. I miss being locked in some of those devices.”

 

“You want to be locked in the stocks, or the pillory, Ollie? And why did you open that door when I told you not to. Did you show Gus that room, Ollie?”

 

“No, Sir. But he did ask what was in there, and I told him. He said that his sir has a room similar to that. I was just wondering why we don’t use that stuff, anymore.”

 

“You are still healing mentally from your attack. It’s a bit too soon. All right, boy, I still have some things to finish up. Why don’t you cook  dinner, tonight?”

 

“Okay.  What would you like to eat?”

 

“Surprise me.”

 

I went back into the office, and Ollie went to the kitchen. I could hear his music playing, and him singing every once in a while.

 

I finished what I was working on, and went to the kitchen. What a mess! Ollie must have used every pot and pan, and there was flour on the table and counter, and on him; on his face, and in his hair. Whatever he made was in the oven, and smelling rather good!

 

“What are we having, boy?”

 

“Left over pie, Sir. I put all the leftovers in a pie shell and popped it in the oven. It should be done in 30 minutes.”

 

“Why don’t you clean up the kitchen while waiting for it to finish baking? I’ll give you a hand.”

 

Dinner was ready by the time we finished cleaning up. While we were eating, I told Ollie that the appointment with Mr. Lawson had been changed.

 

“May I use the car, Sir? I’d like to go myself.”

 

“You have your own car, Ollie, and you can certainly go yourself, but Mr. Lawson wants to see both of us, so we may as well go together.”

 

“Yes, Sir. That makes sense.”

 

We finished eating and Ollie cleaned up the kitchen. He came into the room and sat next to me. He didn’t say anything, just sat there looking at me. I put down the book I was reading and looked at him.

 

“Something on your mind, boy?”

 

“Do you love me, Sir?”

 

“Yes, I do, Ollie. I love you very much. Why do you ask?”

 

“Just wanted to make sure. I love you very much too!”

 

He sat there awhile longer, then said he was going to check emails, and got up and left. I pondered the reason for his question, and then went back to my book. Later on, I shut things down and told Ollie I was going to bed.

 

“Okay, Sir. I’ll be there in a bit.”

 

“Goodnight, Ollie.”

 

“Goodnight, Sir.”

 

It was a while later that I felt Ollie crawling into bed. He snuggled up to me and put his head on my chest. I put my arm around him and pulled him close. We both drifted off to sleep.

 

In the morning, I got up, roused Ollie, and told him breakfast would be ready in 20 minutes. I went downstairs, started the coffee, and began preparing breakfast. When I heard him get up, I started the eggs cooking and made toast. Ollie came in and sat at the table. I looked at him and started laughing.

 

“Have a rough night, boy?”

 

“Not at all.  Why do you ask, Sir?”

 

“Your hair, boy. It’s going all which ways. Looks like you were sleeping on your head.”

 

“Really, Sir? I smelt the bacon cooking, and got up and pissed. I didn’t even look in the mirror.”

 

“No worries. You usually make sure every hair is in place. I know mine is a fright, also. Ready to eat?”

 

‘Yup!  Do you want juice, Sir?”

 

“Think I’ll pass. Just coffee for me.”

 

After breakfast, Ollie cleaned up the kitchen, and we both got ready for the day.

 

“Do you want to eat lunch before we leave to see Mr. Lawson, or do you want to stop on the way and grab something?”

 

“Can we go to Arby’s? I could eat a roast beef sandwich.”

 

“Sure thing, boy. Ready to go?”

 

“I am.  Can I drive, Sir?”

 

I wonder what’s up with him. He’s done a 180 in just a few days. “You sure can, Ollie.”

 

I locked the house while Ollie pulled the car out of the garage. I got in, and we took off. We stopped for lunch, and then headed to our appointment. When we got there, Ollie registered with the receptionist, and we sat down to wait.

 

We weren’t waiting long when the door opened.

 

“Ollie? You can come in now.” Mr. Lawson said.

 

Ollie got up and went into the office.

 

“Have a seat, Ollie, and tell me how you’ve been.”

 

“He made me give him my user names and passwords for all the sites I go to. And even to my computer!”

 

“I see. How did that make you feel?”

 

“It pissed me off! He has no right! He’s invading my privacy! Said he was trying to find out about why I was having those dreams, and why my butt gets red.”

 

“First off, Ollie. No one can make anyone do anything. Perhaps he strongly suggested? And as your Sir, he has every right. When was the last time you had that dream?”

 

“I don’t know, Mr. Lawson. You’ll have to ask HIM that.

 

“Anything else bothering you, Ollie?”

 

“I don’t think Sir loves me. No, he loves me, but I don’t think he likes me.”

 

“Why do you think that?”

 

“Things are not the same since I was raped. He’s always so careful when dealing with me. Even sex is different. He hasn’t fucked me; doesn’t even try. Only oral, and not very often.”

 

“Have you asked him about it?”

 

“I’ve tried, but he says he doesn’t want to hurt me. He hasn’t even spanked me, and even I know I deserved it.”

 

“Very interesting, isn’t it, Ollie? Getting a spanking seems to have meaning for you, and you dream of being spanked. You haven’t been spanked since your rape, Ollie?”

 

“Well, yes, Mr. Lawson, I have. It was the first time I came to see you. But even then, he gave me a choice. I mouthed off to him and showed attitude. He asked me if I wanted to see Dr. Anderson with a red butt and sit in your office on a hard chair, or wait until we got home. Of course, I chose to wait. Before I was attacked and raped, he would have just hauled me over his lap, spanked me and made me stand in the corner. He wouldn’t have cared if Dr. Anderson saw my red butt. And on the way home, we stopped at DQ and he got me an ice cream cone. Another thing he wouldn’t have done.”

 

“Hmm. So, did you get a spanking then, Ollie?”

 

“I did! It hurt, too! It made me feel wanted.”

 

Ollie was quiet for a few minutes, then said:

 

I think I’m done talking for now, Mr. Lawson. Is that OK?”

 

“That’s fine, Ollie. We’ll talk more the next session.”

 

Mr. Lawson opened the door, and Ollie came out.”

 

“Pete?” He asked.

 

I went into his office.

 

“How are things going with Ollie?”

 

“He’s been pushing the limits, Mr. Lawson. It started the morning of the first session with you, with him being mouthy and showing attitude. He earned himself a spanking when we got home.”

 

“Yes, I know. He told me about it. He also said that you gave him a choice as to when he got his spanking, something you wouldn’t have done before his attack and rape. He thinks you don’t want him.” 

 

“Why does he think that? You know, Mr. Lawson that was one of the first things he said, after waking up after his attack. That he was ruined, and I wouldn’t want him, anymore. I assured him that I did, and he seemed to understand, or at least I thought he did. What can I do to convince him?”

 

“Ollie says things have changed. That you have made no attempt to fuck him. Even giving him a choice as to when he gets spanked. You have no idea what the rapists said to him while the rape was happening. That hasn’t been spoken of, as of yet. Have you talked about it with him?”

 

“I’ve tried broaching the subject with him, but he clams up. Says he doesn’t remember and doesn’t want to talk about it. Frankly, Mr. Lawson, I’m not equipped to help him on that matter. My unprofessional opinion is, whenever he starts remembering, he pushes it down. I’ll leave that to you.”

 

The important thing, for right now, is showing him that he is loved and very much wanted. As to the sex, I’ll take care of that. Is there anything else, Mr. Lawson?”

 

“Yes. The matter of his butt getting red when he has that dream. My professional opinion is, it’s psychosomatic, brought on by stress and anxiety of his thinking that he is ruined, and that you no longer want him. You said yourself that you didn’t spank him since the rape until the day you brought Ollie to see me. He needed, and wasn’t getting, the assurances that was needed, and it manifested in the dream state. Things will get much better on that front.”

 

“Ollie’s next session is on Monday. I’ll see you then.”

 

“Ollie wanted to come alone today, which alone is a big change. But since you also wanted to see me, we both came. So, unless you want to see me, and Ollie still feels the same, you’ll just see him.”

 

“That’s good to know!  There’s no reason for you to come. I’ll be seeing Ollie on Monday, then. Have a good weekend, Pete.”

 

“You, too, Mr. Lawson.”

 

When I came out of the office, Ollie was paging through a magazine. I settled the bill and let Ollie know I was leaving. He put down the magazine and followed me out the door.

 

“Are we going anywhere else, Sir? I want to call Gus and maybe make plans for later, if that’s okay.”

 

“You can do that now, boy. I’m sure he’ll have to check with Sir Seth, just like you’ll have to clear anything you plan to do with me.”

 

Ollie got a big smile on his face. “Yes, Sir!”

 

When we got to the car, Ollie handed me the keys.

 

“You can drive, Sir. I want to call Gus.”

 

Ollie called as I was pulling out of the lot.

 

“Gus’s phone, this is Seth.”

 

“Uh, hi Sir Seth. This is Ollie. May I speak with Gus, please?”

 

“Gus is busy right now. Do you want to leave a message, Ollie?”

 

“Just ask him to call me, please.”

 

“I sure will.  Ollie? Is your Sir available?”

 

“One moment, please. Sir? Sir Seth would like to speak with you.”

 

“Tell him I’m driving, and I’ll call him when we get home.” I said.

 

“I heard him, Ollie. Is there anything else?”

 

“No, Sir. Bye, Sir.”

 

“Goodbye, Ollie.”

 

“That was strange. I didn’t expect Sir Seth to answer Gus’s phone!”

 

“I’m sure there’s a reason, boy.”

 

“He said Gus was busy. Can we stop for ice cream, Sir?”

 

“Not today, boy. I’ll get some from the store. What would you like for dinner?”

 

“Pork chops, mashed potatoes and gravy, and a salad.”

 

“Might as well get an order while we’re at the store. Don’t go putting a bunch of junk in the cart, Ollie. You can get a few snacks, but that’s it.”

 

“OK,”

 

We got the grocery order and went home. I helped Ollie carry the bags in, and he started putting things away.

 

“Peel some potatoes, cut them up and put them on to boil. I’m going to call Sir Seth.”

 

“Okay. Anything else, Sir?”

 

“No snacks, and no ice cream, until after dinner, boy.”

 

“Yes, Sir”, he gives me a look of surprise.

 

“Don’t look so surprised, Ollie. I told you I know what you’re thinking.”

 

I go into my office and close the door.

 

“Seth?  It’s Pete. What’s up?”

 

“I have to go out of town on Tuesday, and I was wondering if Gus could stay with you. It will only be for the day.”

 

“I don’t see any problem; but is that really necessary?”

 

Seth took a breath and sighed. “It’s not that he can’t stay alone, or that he wouldn’t want to have the opportunity, Pete. It’s just that, well, Gus has a bit of a sordid past. I’ll tell you about it, sometime, but now isn’t the time. Just know that it’s necessary that he not be left to his own devices. We’ve come too far, him and I, to have him slip up.  When you get the opportunity, look up ‘Last Chance’.”

 

“I’ll be dropping him off early Tuesday morning, around 6, and picking him up Tuesday night, around 10. Can you do it? I’d really appreciate it.”

 

“Sure, Seth. No problem. Ollie will be so excited!”

 

“One other thing, Pete, and I really don’t like putting this on you, but it’s really necessary. Gus gets a spanking every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday, at 2 p.m., then spends 15 minutes in the corner. His phone alarm is set for 5 minutes before, to remind him. It’s up to him to find you to administer the spanking. Do not go looking for him. But do let me know if he doesn’t. I know you have questions, Pete, and it will all become clear when I tell you about Gus’s past.”

 

“You’re right, Seth. I do have questions. But I trust you know what’s best. Do I need to be concerned about Ollie? He really likes Gus.”

 

“Gus likes Ollie, too! He doesn’t have many friends, and he thinks Ollie will be a good one. Gus doesn’t ask for someone to come over to the house, when he first meets them, or ask permission to go to theirs. I would wait until Monday to tell Ollie, though. He’ll drive you crazy, otherwise.”

 

“Good idea! I have to go start dinner, Seth. I’ll see you Tuesday morning. Goodbye, for now.”

 

“Goodbye, Pete. And thanks, again!”

 

I sat for a minute after hanging up, and then went to start dinner.

When the pork chops were about done, I mashed the potatoes and put them in the oven to keep warm, and made the salad, then called Ollie to eat. I was quiet during the meal, thinking about “Last Chance”. I would be looking into what it was about.

 

“Sir?”

 

“Yes, Ollie?”

 

“Is everything alright? You’re awfully quiet, Sir.”

 

“Just thinking, boy. Have you ever heard of “Last Chance”?”

 

“Yes, Sir, I have. It’s an organization that was founded by a couple of police officers to help mostly gay boys who have aged out of the system.

 

A lot of them had been kicked out of their homes when their parents found out they were gay, Sir. DCFS took them in at first, but most couples approved for foster care didn’t want to take on older boys who were gay. When they reached the age of 18, DCFS was no longer responsible for them, and put them out. A lot of them, having nowhere to go, were living on the streets. Some of the officers, not wanting to arrest them, formed the Last Chance organization, rented a house for them to live, and helped them find jobs. There are also house parents who cook their meals and look out for them. About once a month, they have kind of an open house. Carefully vetted gay men, who are looking for a boy, are invited. The men and the boys get to meet in a safe place, and kind of get to know one another. Sir Frank is one of the cofounders.

 

“How do you know all this, Ollie?”

 

“I know a few of the boys that were there, Sir.”

 

“Do I know them, boy?”

 

“I don’t know, Sir.”

 

“Ollie?”

 

After taking a deep breath, Ollie replied: “Sir, I’m sure you know some, and their sirs. It’s up to them to tell you, if they want. They told me in confidence, and that’s how it’s going to stay.”

 

“I wonder why Frank never said anything about it, or why I was never invited.”

 

Since you have me, Sir, there was no need to invite you. Why the interest, Sir? Wait! Are you looking to replace me? Is that it? It’s the rape, isn’t it, Sir. I’m ruined.  You don’t want me!”

 

Ollie pushed away from the table, tears streaming down his cheeks, and started to stand. Before he could move away, I stopped him and embraced him in my arms.

 

“That’s not it at all, Ollie. You know I love you, boy, and I very much want you. Calm down, Ollie. Sir Seth mentioned Last Chance earlier, when I was talking to him. Where did you get the idea that you were ruined, Ollie? Who put that in your head? That’s one of the first things you said when you woke up after the attack?”

 

“I...I don’t know, Sir.”

 

“Perhaps you’ll talk to Mr. Lawson about it? Hmm? He’ll help you, Ollie. Avoiding it isn’t healthy, boy. There has to be a way of disavowing you of that notion. Will you consider it, boy?”

 

“I...I’ll think about it. Could we not talk about it anymore?”

 

“OK.  How about that ice cream, now. I could eat some, too!”

 

“Good idea, Sir! Then, may I call Gus?”

 

“Yes, you may, boy.”

 

We had our dessert, and Ollie rinsed the bowls and put them into the dishwasher, and left to call Gus.

 

A few hours later, Ollie joined me in the living room, where I was watching TV. He snuggled up to me, and laid his head on my shoulder.

 

“Whatcha watching, Sir?”

 

“Nothing, really. You can change the station, if you want.”

 

“Nah, that’s ok.”

 

“Did you have a good chat with Gus?”

 

“Yes, I did! He’s fun to talk with, and has a good sense of humor. I thought maybe we could get together over the weekend, but he’s grounded for not bringing his book back to the library. It was due today, so he’ll have to pay a late fee. It isn’t much, but it was on his To Do list, and he didn’t. Sir Seth must be really strict. How well do you know him, Sir?”

 

“Not very, boy. Why do you ask?”

“Well, he’s kinda cute, and I thought maybe you and him could maybe, go out sometime?”

 

“Ollie. Don’t you want me? Don’t you want to be my boy? I have you. You are all I want.  Before I started going out with you, there were plenty of guys I could have gone out with. None of them were what I was looking for. And then there you were! I knew you were the one, right from the start. But, boy, as much as I love you and want you, you are free to leave at any time. Now, does that put your mind at ease?”

 

“Very much so, Sir. Very much!”

 

“Now, why don’t you go get ready to take a shower? Clean yourself really good. I’ll join you when I hear the shower start. There’s a boy hole that needs some attention.”

 

“Yes, Sir!!”

 

With a big grin on his face, Ollie ran up the stairs. I locked the doors and turned off the lights. As I was walking up the steps, the shower started.

 

Ollie turned towards me as I entered the shower, his excitement quite evident. I got under the spray, holding him tight, and let the water cascade over us. I grabbed the shower gel, and proceeded to wash him, paying close attention to his boy parts and hole. After bathing him, I washed his hair. He did the same for me. Turning off the shower, I wrapped him in a towel, and carried him into the bedroom, and laid him on the bed. Taking another towel, I dried him, then dried myself, and laying on my side, began massaging his chest and kissing him. It had been far too long.

 

I let the passion build, then ebb, over and over, changing positions often. Ollie on his stomach, then on his back, then riding me, then on his back again. I bent down and took him in my mouth, bringing him off, just as I unloaded inside him. After coming down from our euphoric high, I rolled us on our sides, and just held him, until I softened and slid out from his hole. Ollie went to the bathroom and came back with a warm washcloth, cleaned and dried me, curled up next to me and laid his head on my chest. I put my arm around him and held him close, and we both drifted off to sleep.

 

I woke the next morning and slid out of bed, careful not to disturb my boy. I showered, shaved, and dressed, then went down to make coffee. It was an hour later, when a sleepy eyed boy came into the kitchen, and took a seat on my lap. He wrapped his arms around my neck and laid his head on my shoulder.

 

“Thank you, Sir. You were wonderful. I’m really not ruined. You’re not looking to replace me.”

 

He tightened his hold and began crying.

 

“Shh Ollie! It’s alright. Go take a shower and get dressed. We’ll go out for breakfast. Okay?”

 

“Just us, Sir? Just you and me?”

 

“Just you and me, Ollie. Get going, boy, and don’t take all day. Better yet, be back here, ready to go, in 20 minutes.”

 

“Yes, Sir!”

 

Fifteen minutes later:

 

“Ollie? Are you ready?”

 

“Just about.”

 

20 minutes: “Oliver!”

 

“Coming.”

 

25 minutes: “OLIVER THADDEUS MEADOWS! NOW!”

 

Ollie comes running down the stairs. “Ready, Sir.”

 

“What took so long? It only takes 10 minutes to shower and dress; I gave you 20 minutes, and you took an extra 5.”

 

“I couldn’t decide what to wear, and I wanted to look good for you, Sir.”

 

“You look good naked, boy. That’s why you don’t wear clothes in the house. Now, let’s go.”

 

“Should I get the car, Sir?”

 

“Nah! It’s a nice day, and it’s not far. A walk will do us both good. We can cut through the park.”

 

“The park?  Let’s walk around it, Sir. I don’t want to go through the park.”

 

“It’s daytime, Ollie, and I’m with you. It will be okay.”

 

“No, Sir. Please!”

 

“Okay, boy. We’ll go around. Don’t get so upset. I don’t blame you, though. I just thought...never mind.”

 

We get to the diner and go in. The host greets us:

 

“Hello, Sir. Just the two of you, today?”

 

“Yes, James. Just us.”

 

“Do you need a hard chair for your boy today, Sir?”

 

“Not today, James. But thanks for asking.”

 

After we’re shown to our table, Ollie looks at me, red faced.

 

“That was embarrassing, Sir. I didn’t think he’d remember.”

 

“It’s part of his job to remember, Ollie. It’s good for the business.”

 

A waiter approaches the table.

 

“Good morning, sir. My name is Steven, and I’ll be your server today. May I get you something to drink?”

 

“I’ll have a cup of coffee, and a glass of water with lemon. Ollie?”

 

“I’ll have the same, Sir.”

 

“Two coffees and two waters with lemon.”

 

“Yes, Steven. We know what we want. May we order now?”

 

“Yes, sir, you may.”

 

“We’ll both have Ed’s special. I’ll have rye toast. Ollie?”

 

Ollie nods his head.

 

“Same for my boy, Steven”

 

“Got it, sir. I’ll be back directly with your drinks.”

 

After the drinks are served, we chat until breakfast is served. Steven comes around periodically, refilling our drinks and making sure all is well. When we finish eating, Steven clears the table and asks if there’s anything else.

 

“We’ll have another coffee, and could I see your dessert menu? I may order something to go.”

 

“Yes, sir. I’ll be right back with the coffee and menu.”

 

I saw Frank enter the diner. He’s not in uniform, so he must be off duty. I wave him over.

 

“We’re just waiting for our last cup of coffee and the dessert menu. Care to join us?”

 

“Don’t mind if I do. How are you doing, Ollie?”

 

“Pretty good, sir.”

 

Ollie whispers in my ear, that he has to pee. Just then, Steven returns with the coffees and a menu.

 

“Steven. Would you please bring another coffee, and show my boy where the bathrooms are? Make sure no one is in there, and stand outside the door until he comes out.”

 

“No problem, sir. I heard about what happened. I’ll make sure he’s safe.”

 

“Thank you, Steven”

 

“You know, Frank, Ollie’s been doing so much better. I wonder what’s going on?”

 

The door to the diner opened. Frank turned around and pulled out his phone, and pressed a key.

 

“Lance. Ed’s Diner. He just came in.”

 

“What’s going on, Frank?”

 

“Nothing I can discuss, Pete. Not at the moment.”

 

Steven escorted Ollie back to the table, then left to get Frank’s coffee. Ollie looked up, lost all coloring in his face, and squeezed my leg.

 

“Ouch! Ollie, what’s the matter?”

 

Frank looked at Ollie, and leaned across the table.

 

“Ollie. Look at me. It’s alright, you’re safe.”

 

“Frank.  Explain, please.”

 

“Later, Pete. I’ll come by the house about 3, if that’s okay.”

 

“That will be fine.”

 

The door opened and two police officers came in, walked over to a table, and escorted a young man out.

 

Steven returned with Frank’s coffee, and I ordered a raspberry pie to go. We finished our coffee while waiting for the pie. James came over and told Frank that his party had arrived, and was waiting for a table.

 

“I’m just waiting for our pie, then my boy and I will be leaving. You can have this table, James.”

 

“Perfect! Here comes Steven now. Steven, would you clear this table and set up. Sir Frank’s guest has arrived, and he’ll be joining sir Frank at this table. I’ll take sir Pete’s bill with me. Are you ready, sir?”

 

“We are. Frank, I’ll see you at the house around 3.”

 

“Definitely, Pete. Later.”

 

I settled the bill, leaving a healthy tip for Steven, and leaving. On the way home, I asked Ollie why he had squeezed my leg so hard.

 

“It was him, Sir, one of the guys that raped me.”

 

“Is that why those two officers escorted him from the diner?”

 

“I don’t know, Sir. I only just remembered when I saw him.”

 

“Why did Frank say you were safe, Ollie. Does he know that?”

 

“I don’t know, Sir. I don’t know why Sir Frank said that.”

 

Just then my phone went.

 

“Hey Seth.”

 

“Pete, where are you? Have you heard the news? Gus and I are at your house.”

 

“We just left the diner. We should be there in about 20 minutes. What’s going on?”

 

“I’ll tell you when you get here.”

 

“OK!  See ya soon.”

“Seth and Gus are waiting for us at the house, boy. There is something going on, and I think it involves you.”

 

“May I stay dressed when we get home, Sir?”

 

“Sure, boy, but change into something not so nice.”

 

When we got home, I told Gus to stay dressed, and he went upstairs with Ollie, while Ollie changed.

 

“Spit it out, Seth. Tell me what’s going on.”

 

“The guy they arrested today was charged with multiple rapes, that occurred in the park. Evidently, someone came forward and identified him. I’m wondering if he could be the one who raped Ollie. I told Gus about how I interrupted the assault on Ollie, and Gus wanted to be here for him.”

 

“Officer Mandredi is coming here around 3. He’s the officer that responded to the 911 call you placed. Do you remember meeting him at the hospital?”

 

“I know Frank”, Seth said. I met him prior to that. Remember me telling you to do a search for “Last Chance”?”

 

“I do. I mentioned it at dinner that night, and Ollie told me all about it, and that Frank was one of the cofounders.”

 

“Well, that’s how I met Frank, and consequently, how I met Gus. I think Gus is telling Ollie.”

 

“I need to sit down, Seth. Really, I need something to drink. Can I get you something? Water, soda, coffee or tea is all I have. I don’t keep alcohol in the house. Ollie has a bit of a problem.”

 

“So does Gus, so I keep none at home, either.”

 

“It’s awfully quiet up there. I wonder what those two are up to.”

 

“Knowing Gus, it’s nothing good!”

 

Just then, we heard them running down the steps.

 

“Sir! Sir! Guess what!”

 

“What, Ollie? And what did I say about running in the house?”

 

“Not to.  Sorry, Sir. But, guess what, Sir?”

 

“You want a spanking and time standing in the corner?”

 

“No, Sir! That’s not what! Guess where Gus met Sir Seth, Sir. Guess?”

 

“Ollie, Sir Seth was just telling me.  Why don’t you boys go out on the back deck and talk about whatever you boys talk about, and let me and Seth have some peace and quiet.”

 

“Okay, Sir. Come on, Gus. I know when we’re not wanted. They probably want to talk about boring Sir stuff.”

 

“Ollie. Try not to get dirty, eh? Sir Frank will be here, shortly.”

 

“Gee, Sir. I’m not a little kid!”

 

“I know, boy. You’re a big one. Now git!”

 

Seth: “Those two are a pair. I’m glad they get along so well. I’ll bet you they both get dirty.”

 

“I wonder what news Frank is going to bring!” Seth looked at his watch and held up a finger.

 

Seth: “Five, four, three, two....”

 

The boys started giggling and laughing.

 

Seth: “One of them bit the dust. Do you want to place a bet as to which one?”

 

Pete: “Nah, it was Ollie. That boy falls standing still!”

 

Gus: “Look at you, Ollie. What did you do, trip over your own feet? Hahaha I’ve seen you on the dance floor, Ollie. You’re so graceful!”

 

“I know, right? I never saw you at The Pony, Gus.”

 

“I kept a low profile, Ollie. I was off the street for a while, and was kind of safe, at least until 2 o’clock. Then it was back on the street. That was before Last Chance.”

 

“I’m sorry that happened to you, Gus. Do you want to talk about it?”

 

“Not now, Ollie. Perhaps one day. But thanks for asking.  Let’s go sit on the bench under that tree.”

“That’s one of my favorite spots! Sir made that bench.”

 

As they were walking to the bench, Gus tripped, and the boys were hooting and hollering, again.

 

“They got one of the guys that raped me. Calvin Bennings. Did you know him, Gus?”

 

“No, but I saw him at The Pony. I stayed clear of him. He walked past me a few times, and man did he stink!”

 

“Tell me about it. He kept trying to pick me up, and I kept telling him I had a sir, but he didn’t believe me. Sir never went to the club with me, and I never told his friends, who kinda watched out for me, that he was bothering me. I should have. Really, I should have just taken the long way home.”

 

Pete: “Boys! Come in now. It’s almost time for Frank to get here.”

 

I took one look at the both of them and started laughing.

 

“Ollie, go clean up and change clothes. Find something for Gus to wear.”

 

Seth: “Don’t bother. Gus, get the clothes I brought out of the car.”

 

“Yes, Sir.”

 

Ollie waited for Gus, then they both went upstairs to cleanup and change.. They had just come back down, when there was a knock at the door.

 

Pete: “That must be Frank. Let him in, Ollie.”

 

“Yes, Sir.”

 

“Hi, sir. Come in, please.”

 

Frank: “Hi Ollie. Pete. Seth, I’m surprised to see you here. Gus.”

 

Pete: “Seth and Gus heard about the arrest, and wanted to be here to give Ollie moral support.”

 

Frank: “I see. I want to talk to Ollie privately, if I may.”

 

Pete” “Of course. You can use my office.”

 

Frank: “Is that okay with you, Ollie? I just need a minute, and then your Sir can come in.”

“That’s fine, sir.”

 

Ollie and Frank go into the office and shut the door.

 

Frank: “Ollie, Calvin recorded the whole thing. Do you want to see it?”

 

“No, sir. I’d rather not. I remembered everything when I saw him at the diner. I have no desire to see it. How did you know it was him?”

 

Frank: “There were other rapes in the park, and one of them named one of the other three. He, in turn, named Calvin and the other two. You told Calvin during the rape that they would do that. It’s all on video. Do you want your Sir to come in now?”

 

“That isn’t necessary, sir, but I do have a question.”

 

Frank: “What is it, Ollie?”

 

“Why didn’t you ever tell Sir about Last Chance? I think he’s rather hurt about that. He would have donated to help the cause. He probably still will.”

 

Frank: “Good question, Ollie. Your Sir already has a boy that he loves very much. I guess that’s why.  I only tell sirs that are looking for a boy. You know we can’t advertise about it.”

 

“But Sir would have helped with getting the house and some of the costs for maintaining everything.”

 

Frank: “You’re right, Ollie. I should have mentioned it. I’ll apologize to him.”

 

“Sir can come in now, if you want. Or we can both go out and join the others.”

 

Frank: “Let’s go out, Ollie.”

 

They both went out and joined the others. I made coffee and we had the raspberry pie

 

Calvin was sent to jail for a very long time. In addition to the rape charges, he was also convicted with blackmail. The other three also went to jail on the rapes, but received lighter sentences for informing on Calvin.

 

Ollie still sees Mr. Lawson, but only once a week, now, and is getting much better. He still has the occasional dream, but nothing like before.

 

Pete, Ollie, Seth and Gus remain good friends.

The End.