Date: Thu, 17 Apr 2014 07:09:47 -0400
From: Eff Del <nolitimere156@gmail.com>
Subject: Flights of Angels-Part 10

Flights of Angels-Chapter 10

By Eff Del


Never be afraid of actively seeking the answer to a question. Knowledge is
the quarry of the voracious mind. Our curiosity drives us to the pursuit
and our human nature causes us to hunger for even more.

There is often a bonus derived from this hunt. Often, while looking for
specific material, we inadvertently stumble upon information along the way
that we hadn't sought or thought of when we began the quest. It is through
searching for answers, that our carnivorous intellect is fed as it stalks
the rich savanna of information and the lush jungle of facts.



I finished my drink and was absently running my index finger around the
smooth rim of the fine Irish tumbler.

Ruminating upon what I'd read so far I was considering how clever and
gentle the NEST program worked around what might easily become disturbing
and traumatic events in a boy's life.

>From the very start, the children were taught to expect planned and
prescribed changes in their lives. These changes were carefully scheduled
to occur at key points in the child's development and the NEST provided
readymade and often unexpected solutions.

I was thinking; `How cleverly conceived... How kind and protective it was"
and yet, I couldn't help feeling somehow that it felt too controlling: too
methodical. Underneath it all, I suddenly recognized that it was simply
brainwashing; pure and simple.

In an almost blinding flash of realization, I understood that this
seemingly benign system was actually a well-conceived, sinister process
that began almost in infancy.

It was a carefully laid out program slowly leading the boy into a condition
of trust and security that would make the eventual sacrifice of his body
and his innocence just a part of life; another level of change. A strange
change perhaps, but certainly one they were conditioned to adapt to.

With this revelation, I made myself another drink and resumed reading.

***************************************************************************

Even though I was with Tip now and he kept telling me that everything was
going to be OK, I was still real nervous as we walked into the Seniors
Building. I'd never been in there before and I sure didn't know what to
expect.

Man was I surprised when we got into the big main hall and there were all
the older members of my Tier; the guys that had left before me. I never
thought I would ever see them again. I don't know where I thought they'd
gone to; I guess I never really thought about it but I never expected they
had been just across the campus all along.

They knew I was coming and they were waiting for me in the hall. After we
all hugged and laughed and told each other how glad we were to see each
other again, Tip introduced me to each of the older kids. There sure were a
lot of them! Tip told me not to worry that I'd learn all of their names in
time. Right now, he wanted to get me settled in and get used to things.

I found out over the next couple of days that while lots of things in the
Seniors Building were different, some things were the same. We still did a
lot of things in tiers only now, for a lot of things, some of the tiers got
bunched together.

Like for sports, we did everything as eights, nines and tens. The elevens
and twelves did their sports together, the thirteens fourteens and fifteens
were together and the sixteens, seventeens and eighteen did all of their
stuff separate from the rest of us. I found out that it was the sixteens
and seventeens that would come over to the Nursery Building to help with
the sports there. That's why I never recognized any of them; they were all
too old for me to remember.

At the beginning of `Gathering in Knowledge'...what you call `school' or
`class time', we'd start out in our tiers but the Proctors separated us
after a while and pretty soon we were all learning things pretty much at
our own speed and we studied stuff that interested us a lot more than we
studied stuff that didn't interest us. Most of our day was spent `Gathering
in Knowledge' and it was a lot of fun.

Don't get me wrong, every week the Proctors told us that there was certain
things we all were required to learn but after that, we could concentrate
on things that wanted to learn about. What that meant for us kids was the
sooner we did the things we had to do, the sooner we could be spending our
time on stuff we wanted to do.

At first, I thought we were tricking the Proctors by doing this but one day
when I told Tip what I thought he laughed at me and told me that that's
exactly what the Proctors wanted us to do.  He told me that there were some
things that everybody had to or at least should know but that everybody
also had things that they were interested in just for themselves.

If you were interested in something but didn't know how to learn about it,
that's when the Proctors really came in handy. They would take all the time
you needed to help explain something and show you where to look to find out
more about it.

What's funny about that though, now that I think about it...whenever I came
to the Proctors with a question, they usually just showed me how to find
the answer for myself. Those guys never really answered a lot of questions.

You know what's interesting about that though? Almost every time I was
looking for an answer to something, I'd learn something else at the same
time...and it was usually something I wasn't even thinking about before and
that would get me to being interested in something else.

Tip said this was how it was supposed to be and that's how a kid was
supposed to learn.

Tip said that the more a kid learned the smarter he got and the smarter he
got, the more he helped the NEST. The most important thing he said, was
making sure that every Nester was the best he could be because that's what
made the NEST the best place. He said it was important to be a good Nester
and good Nester's did what was best for the NEST because that was what was
best for the Nesters.

Pretty soon after that, I was hearing the same thing from other older kids
and from the Proctors as well. I didn't think about that until about a year
later when I was saying the same stuff to some of the new kids that came up
from the Nursery.

***NOTE FROM DOCTOR SWAIM TO ERIC: I have put together a detailed appendix
on the Educational Procedures of the Nestwell-Turnbridge Academy which I've
edited and bound as a separate document. It makes for fascinating
reading.***

That first day in the Seniors Building, I learned that we didn't sleep in
our tiers like we did back in the Nursery. Tip told me that was for the Wee
Ones and us big kids slept in what he called `Groups of like Interest'. I
told him that I didn't understand and he said don't worry. All that
mattered right now was that he was my Lead Senior and I was his Follow Boy
and that made us have a `like interest' so we would sleep in the same dorm
so he could keep an eye on me.

I noticed that a lot of the kids from my old tier were sleeping in the same
dorm as us and they were with their own Lead Seniors. It worked out pretty
good because back in the old building the Lead Seniors would have all been
in the same tier as each other so...it was almost like we were two tiers
joined together in the same dorm only one tier was four years older than
the other.

 It was good and it was very comfortable. From that very first night, I
knew I was safe and that I was where I belonged.

I liked it right away.

One of the things that was different right away was they began teaching us
about what it was like outside of the NEST. They told us that the NEST was
our home and I laughed because I knew that and they also told us that the
other Nesters were our brothers. I kinda knew that already too but they
never stopped pointing that stuff out and telling us how important it was
to remember. I couldn't ever figure out how they thought I could ever
forget something that important.

They explained that I was old enough now to know that I was an orphan. They
told me that I had a mother and father once but they died when I was a baby
and that I had no brothers or sisters and no other family but the NEST and
my brothers; the other Nesters. We read stories and saw videos about
families on the outside; normal families...we called them "Norman Families"
and some seemed very nice and some seemed not so nice and some even seemed
terrible. They showed us that there were kids...even whole bunches of kids
that didn't have a regular place to live and didn't get enough to eat and
things like that.

The more I learned, the more I was glad that I was a Nester and not a
Norman.

Another thing; they began teaching was about our bodies. I guess in the
Nursery, I never thought about my body or that different parts had names
and stuff.

I mean I knew about arms, legs hands and finger and stuff but...well I never
even wondered what my nipples were or if they had a name and my cock...err,
excuse me I mean penis...well in the nursery, if we talked about it at all,
we called it a "noodle" but we didn't really pay much attention but now in
with the big kids, we talked about our bodies a lot.

We also talked about girls. There wasn't any girl Nesters. All Nesters were
boys but...like we always knew about girls. Actually I don't know how we knew
about girls...it's not like we ever see any except in pictures and movies and
videos. They began teaching us about the difference between boy's bodies
and girl's bodies and why they were different.

As we got older and began to go out in groups on field trips like to the
museums and the zoo and stuff, of course we began to see girls and women
and sometimes we even got to talk to some but mostly, we didn't have
anything to do with them except of course to learn about them.

You know; it's funny...I was just thinking that I've spent more time around
females since I came here with Eric than I have before in my whole life.
Weird huh?

The great thing about that first year in the Seniors Building was not just
being with my friends again and being part of the fun when the other kids
from my old tier moved up from the Nursery, the great thing was having Tip.

I was never scared or even very nervous that whole first year because Tip
was always with me and you know what? No matter what I did not matter if I
screwed up or made a mistake, nothing was ever wrong as far as Tip was
concerned. He was always telling me how good I did something and how proud
he was of me and how my sometimes fuck ups...excuse me...sorry I meant
`mistakes' weren't important and stuff like that.

Tip was on the swim team and he made certain that I learned to swim right
away. Back in the Nursery, we only had wading pools so I wasn't afraid of
the water but Tip showed me how great it was and how great swimming was. I
got to be pretty good at swimming but not as good as Tip.

What I was really good at was soccer. One of the Proctors said that it's in
the blood I was never sure what he meant by that except I think he meant
that people are sometimes just talented at doing some things better than
others.

We had enough eights nines and tens to put together three full teams with
substitutes and everything. I just took to it like I was doing it all of my
life...well...actually in a way I WAS doing it all my life because we kinda
played soccer back in the Nursery but not like we played it in the
`Seniors'.

Tip laughed one day and said it must be that my red hair was magic because
even though he was four years older than me, I could out dribble and out
strike him.

That's about how I got my Nest Name...what you'd call a nickname. Guys had
started calling me red instead of Jack. They'd say things like `give the
ball to Red' and `let Red take that corner kick'...stuff like that and one
afternoon, one of the very older boys: he must have been a sixteen or
seventeen, said; "Don't call him `Red'...he's the king of the soccer fields
just like William Rufus was the king of England...call him `King Rufus' boys!"

Well pretty much none of us knew what he was talking about. That kid was
very interested in history and he knew a lot of things. Even if nobody
understood what he was telling us, I guess they all like the sound of what
he said because the name stuck...oh, not the `king' part, nobody liked that,
but they all liked `Rufus' and from that day on, almost nobody called me
Jack anymore. That's kinda how all Nest Names happened I guess.

Things were like that for the first year or so but then, when my old tier
was turning nine, Tip and his tier were turning thirteen and suddenly, they
were spending a lot of their time in another building because they were
starting their `special training'.

When it began I could tell Tip was a little nervous but he tried to never
let on because he always wanted to be brave and strong for me. He didn't
want me to be scared of anything see, and so, he couldn't let me see that
he was scared or nervous about anything.

We all knew a little about what the special training was. We knew that when
a Nester was fifteen, he was old enough that he would go out on contracts.
We weren't sure exactly what contracts were except that they meant a kid
would leave the NEST campus with a strange grown-up who was call the Client.

They told us that Clients were very important to the NEST...the most
important thing actually and that it was the job of every NEST boy to make
the Clients happy and to do whatever the clients asked us to do. `Course,
we weren't sure what any of that meant except somehow we all knew that it
meant doing `sex stuff' with the Client...we just didn't know what that was.

Now see, we knew by now that sometimes our cocks...Ooops! Sorry again...I mean
penis would get hard and most of us knew that it felt good to tough
ourselves when that happened but there was one very strict rule for all
Nesters; you NEVER touched yourself or another Nester for long and you
NEVER jerked off before you began your special training when you were
thirteen.

They explained that they knew it was going to be hard for some of us to
keep that rule but that was because we were going to learn to do wonderful
things when we began our training and it would be terrible to spoil it for
ourselves.

It was hard for me and for most of my friends as we got older but we were
Nesters and we followed the rules because...well...Nesters follow the rules see?

See, we all knew about jerking off. We'd seen most of the older kids do it
especially right after they'd started their special training. They'd
discovered how great their cocks...uhm sorry again...PENIS could make them feel
and they wanted to do it a lot...sortta like making up for lost time you know?

I remember the second day after Tip had started his special training; we
were sitting around in our dorm waiting for dinner time and he was smiling
a lot and I asked him what are you smiling about?  He said that he had been
taught about jerking and that it was wonderful and just wait til I was old
enough...I was gonna love it! Then he said;

"Wanna see me jerk Jack?" and he began to giggle and he said "They say it's
called `jacking off' ...wanna see me jack off Jack?" and he was laughing so
hard that he fell off the bed but, I said yes, I did want to see and so he
pulled down his shorts and let me watch while he jerked off. It looked like
it made him so happy that I wished I was old enough to do it with him.

For a lot of days after that, he's jerk off while I watched and he kept
telling me not to break the rules...that I'll be glad that I waited for the
training to begin.

As that year passed, Tip and his tier mates spent more and more time in the
building for special training and they told us younger kids less and less
about what they were learning. All we knew for sure was that they were
learning more and more about the `sex stuff' and that as time passed they
were jerking off in the dorms less and less.  It was very strange to us.

Except for that though, life was pretty much the same. Tip was still my
Lead Senior but more and more, he was letting me do things on my own with
other kids about my age. He always made sure that we spent some time
together every day just to talk over how things were going and so he could
tell me how proud he was of me.

I remember once I told him that I was proud of him because he was doing the
special training and stuff and he just smiled and hugged me and said
"thanks Rufus".

I liked that a lot. I liked it when we spent time alone and he told me he
was proud of me because I was always proud to be his follow boy.

Things just kind of went on like that. I was on the Swim Team and the
Soccer team and we kicked butt at every Norman School we played against it
was a lot of fun. They called us the `Acadamaniacs' I guess because the
real name of the NEST was the something- something ACADAMY.  We didn't
care,  we just called it the NEST and we loved it because it made us so
special.

I was playin the violin in the NEST orchestra and the Proctor-Maestro told
me that if I kept developing like I was doing, he was thinking about making
me First Violin next season. Boy! I couldn't wait to tell Tip and was he
ever proud of me.

Tip never played a musical instrument...he said he never could get the hang
of it but he sang...MAN, could he sing...better than any record you ever heard
and he remembered so many songs. Every morning and every evening he would
sing to all of us while we were taking our showers and echo in there made
him sound like something GREAT.

Another year passed by and Tip had another birthday. Tip pulled me aside
and told me that he wouldn't be seeing me for a while. I guess I got a
little nervous and I guess it showed because he said "It's all right Rufus
it's just that we'll be staying in the Lesson House for a while because
we're going to learn about Fucking"... Oh, hey, I hope it's alright for me to
say `fucking' because that's what we called it...I think that's what
everybody calls it right?

The next time I saw him was a couple of weeks later and I asked him about
it. He told me that he wasn't allowed to tell me much about it but that it
hurt a bit but it was real important. He told me that they were teaching
him that fucking is one of the things that Clients really like doing with
NEST boys and that doing it good is one of the most important things a
Nester can learn to do. He told me he was trying very hard to learn to do
it really good.



That next year, Tip told me that he had a lot he needed to teach me because
I was turning twelve on my next birthday and that meant I would be old
enough that I would be some new little kid's Lead Senior. I think I must of
looked at him like he was crazy because he gave me one of his great smiles
and says; "Rufus , I was only as old as you when I became your Lead
Senior...now it's your turn to help out some little kid." I must have looked
stupid or something because all I could say was; "Tip, I just got here! I'm
not ready" and he said; "Sure you are Rufus. You'll do great and besides
I'll be around if you need any help."

I realized all of a sudden that Tip was turning fifteen and that meant he
would be old enough to be going out on contracts now.

I remember the first time he was sent out. It was free time and a bunch of
us were hanging around the quad just talking when one of the Proctors came
up and told Tip that he was to come with him to see Director Coleman.
Everybody knew what that meant right away and I looked at Tip and for the
first time ever, I could tell by his face that he was afraid but then he
looked at me and right away he gave me a smile. That Tip...he wasn't ever
going to let me know he was afraid of anything. He just reached over and
squeezed my shoulder and followed the Proctor.

Tip didn't come back for a week and when he did, they had in in a special
part of the building where they kept the Nesters that had just returned
from a contract. I found out later that these boys rested in nice private
rooms and got checked over by the doctors and talked to some special
Proctors about what their experience had been like.

When I saw Tip and asked him about it he told me it wouldn't be right to
really talk about it. I asked him if he's made his client happy and he gave
me a funny look before he said; "Oh yeah. I made him happy allright."

It was Tip who told me the news that I was going to be a Lead Senior. I
wasn't going to turn twelve until August but a little kid was turning eight
and I was the next in line. I know I must have seemed worried but Tip told
me not to be. He told me I would be great and I was more than ready. "I'll
be going out on contracts more and more Rufus" he told me "Your little
Follow Boy is going to really need you...you're going to be a great Lead
Senior".

I remember waiting in the empty Proctor's Lounge over at the Nursery
Building when Tadpole walked in with his big eyes wide and lookin' scared
and cute at the same time.

 `Course, he wasn't `Tadpole' yet, he was Sean...Oh, I guess I didn't tell
you that was his Nest Name that we gave him; `Tadpole'...but anyway, that
morning we had breakfast together just like me and Tip had done that day
and I walked him across the campus and into the Seniors Building. His
birthday is in June so almost half of his old tier was already there and
Boy were they glad to see him!

Sean's kinda like a natural born leader you know? He's so good at so much
stuff and he's so friendly and he cares so much about everything...its hard
not to just like him a lot. Anyway, I recognized him from his Underpants
Ceremony when he first came up from being a baby and I was happy he was
going to be my Follow Boy. I got busy trying to be as good a Lead Senior
for Sean as Tip was for me.

I found out pretty soon that there's almost nothin' little Sean can't do
and if he doesn't know how to do something...he learns it very fast.

Like, the first time I put him into the swimming pool to teach him how to
swim...it was like he was born in the water. He just laughed and wiggled away
and pretty soon he was getting around before anybody could teach him
anything.

That's when he got his Nest Name. One of the guys said he was like a little
tadpole and it just stuck from then on.

You should have seen him on the Soccer Pitch! I've never seen anything like
him...he was almost like a one man team! It wasn't long before they had the
little guy trying out for every sport we did at the NEST.

Being Sean's Lead Senior was the easiest job I ever did in my life and we
got to be such good friends. Our beds were right next to each other's in
the dorm and lots of nights we'd just lay awake talking and giggling long
after all the other kids were sound asleep.

I could have gone on like that forever but then almost all of a sudden, I
turned thirteen and it was time for my training to begin.

**************************************************************************************

I laid the manuscript down on my desk and leaned back into the soft embrace
of the Scandinavian leather. I pursed my lips together and unconsciously
let out a soft whistle. I rubbed the bridge of my nose briskly and shook my
head in an attempt to clear my thoughts.

Doc Swaim had promised me that this would prove to be fascinating reading
and thus far he was right. Once again I realized my feeling regarding the
NEST were shifting and it was becoming harder and harder to feel that I had
comfortably solidified an opinion.

I also realized that I was obviously about to start on the most potentially
upsetting part of the narrative; Jack's training and subsequent experiences
with clients. While I wasn't actually certain that I was ready to read it,
I also knew that this was one of the prime reasons I'd brought the young
red head home with me; to learn this aspect of NEST culture.

I got up out of my chair and walked over to the credenza and dropped two
ice cubes into my tumbler. Almost automatically, I filled it from the thin
green bottle of Glen Livet and took a slow sip. I slowly paced across the
room and walked out and down the wall until I came to the library.

I wasn't at all certain why I had come down here until I looked at the
carving in the stone mantle above the fireplace.

It was my family motto; established so long ago by my great grandfather.

"Noli Timere" it read..."Do not be Afraid". With a nod to tradition and
perhaps to my father, my grandfather and my great grandfather, I softly ran
my fingers across the incised lettering.

Speaking either to myself, those three forbearers of mine...or perhaps
actually to nobody, I softly muttered;

"I am not afraid of anything. Let the chips fall where they may."

I turned upon my heel abruptly and strode out of the library and down the
hall to my study.

Sitting once again at my desk, I took a long sip from my glass as I picked
up the brown bound manuscript and began to read once again.

(to be continued)



Well... For Jack it would seem that childhood is ending! Next time, we'll be
reading about how the NEST trained Jack (and all the other boys) in using
their young bodies to please the paying clients.

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