Date: Sun, 30 Oct 2005 22:22:54 +0000 (GMT)
From: Mike Arram <mikearram@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Chav Prince 2

Justin sat in his plain room at the secure home to which he had been
returned early in old man Anderson's van.  He was feeling pretty pleased
with himself.  He savoured the memory of the look of total shock on Fuckwit
Nathan's face, and the stunned surprise on that of the stranger.  Those two
precious little words, spoken in the right company at the right time, had
liberated him from slavery in the garden.
  He replayed Anderson's conversation with his case officer.  'Sorry,
Tanya.  He can abuse the staff as much as he likes: they don't care.  But
this was a client, or good as, and what a client to choose!  Not that the
little git would have minded even if he had known.'
  Known what?  Justin was not the world's most intellectually curious of
boys, but there seems to have been something out of the ordinary about the
bloke he had told to fuck off.  He tried to remember anything about him.
He was American, not particularly good looking, so not an actor.  He was
casually but expensively dressed, but what would you expect in that part of
Highgate anyway.  Justin shrugged it off.
  He had his CD player and found a CD he was not yet bored with, and tried
to drift off on his bed.  But the image of the two anonymous men copulating
obliviously in front of him kept on pressing on his consciousness.  He gave
in.  He stripped naked and began his second wank of the day.  He took his
time and felt compelled to pull back his legs, put a finger between his
buttocks and play with his own hole as he wanked, pulling his knees right
back to his chest and shoving a pillow under his bum to make it easier for
him.  He flexed his anal muscles the way he had learned to do as a small
boy to escape the worst of the regular abuse, and his fingers shot in.  He
began getting off on the feeling of fullness and with that and his memories
of the two men screwing, he gushed a larger amount of sperm than usual up
over his chest.  He wiped it up with his pants and found a clean pair.
Then he slept.
  He woke in the early evening with a solid erection once again.  He had
leaked a dark spot on his boxers where his excited member had kidded itself
it was about to be pumped again.  He could not remember precisely what he
had dreamt about, but he had a feeling it was about sex with men again.  He
cursed his former stepfather in his head yet again.  The bastard had fucked
him up in more ways than one.
  Justin dressed and thudded downstairs.  The secure home was in a big
nineteenth- century house in Finchley, set in its own grounds.  It had been
lavishly and expensively fitted by government grants and heavily endowed by
charitable foundations.  There was a big steel plaque with a line of logos,
saying that the home had been opened on 18 May 2003 by Andrew W. Peacher
Esq. chairman of the AP Trust.
  Normally Justin would have gone right past the plaque but something about
it jerked him to a halt.  A framed photo of the opening ceremony was
underneath it.  What was there about it?  Blimey.  He recognised the little
blond man pulling the curtain.  It was the man he had told to fuck off in
the Highgate garden.  Justin stared open mouthed, and then burst into
delighted laughter.  Of all the people to say it to, he had said it to the
bastard that had opened this prison.  The justice of it all was just too
rich.
  'Wass so funny?'  A fellow inmate called Gavin had appeared at the sound
of Justin's guffaws.
  'See that little bastard?  I met him today and I told him to fuck off.'
  Gavin looked unconvinced.  'How could you ever meet a guy like him?  You
know who he is dunya?'
  'Not a clue.'
  'He's one of the richest blokes in the world, or his dad is.  The
Peachers got more money that Bill Gates.'
  'Even better, then.'
  'You're a fuckin' nutter, mate.'  Gavin left him, unconvinced.

The next morning, there was another case conference.  Justin's euphoria at
yesterday afternoon's triumph had quite gone.  He sat listlessly as Tanya
and the others discussed him.  He mumbled the odd noncommital word whenever
a question was addressed to him.  Finally Tanya summed up.
  'Justin, we've resisted this for a bit, but tomorrow you start the
psychiatric assessment procedure.  Whatever you think you're doing, your
antisocial behaviour has gone up several notches, and yesterday was just
the cherry on the cake.  We need advice as to what's making you do all
this, and what we can do about it.'
  'All what?'  Justin responded.
  Tanya ignored him and packed up her files.  'Tomorrow at ten in the
consultation room.  Dr Bayes will have a chat with you.'
  Justin moodily went to the rec room.  Two boys were playing pool, so he
parked himself in front of the screen and watched MTV.  Eventually Gavin
joined him.
  'So you really did it,' he said.  '... really told Andrew Peacher to fuck
off.'
  'Believe me now do you?'
  'I overheard two of the social workers talking.  They were dead
impressed.'
  'Yeah, well the payoff is that they're gonna throw me to the shrink.
'Spect it'll be ritalin again.  Hate the stuff.  Makes you weird.'
  'Or weirder.'
  'Pool?'

It was ritalin, and they made sure he took it.  The zombification followed
its usual course.  Life became even and Justin became more passive and
compliant, if a little uncommunicative.
  The next week Anderson's van came for him, and he found himself working
with Nathan again.  This time it was the manicure of a private bowling
green in Palmer's Green, and Nathan stared, more than a little troubled, at
what had become of Justin.  He was docile under instruction, did what he
was told and needed to be told even to take a break.
  'Let's give it a rest.  OK, Justin?'
  'Sure, fine.'
  They sat on a bench.  It was hot again and Nathan was only in cutoffs and
ankle boots.  'Wanna strip off, Justin?'  Without a word, Justin took off
his top and revealed his pale torso, slim rather than skinny with large
brown aureoles to his nipples.  He lay back and closed his eyes.
  'You feeling OK?'
  'It's warm.'
  'Er ... yes, it is.  Wanna drink?'
  'Sure.'  One thing that Nathan noticed was that, sedated or not, Justin
still could not bring himself to say thank you.
  Nathan said, 'Have they put you on something?'
  'Ritalin.'
  'How do you feel?'
  'Alright.'  Nathan gave in, slumped back and enjoyed the sun.  Justin
copied him.  Nathan eventually noticed one other thing.  Justin's perpetual
erection was still evident.  He had known very well that Justin jerked off
any moment he could get away, as well as had a smoke, but he was not
seeking either distraction now.
  Nathan was not sure of his own sexuality, but he knew well enough that
all was not as society would prefer it to be.  Watching Justin's perpetual
tumescence had intrigued him more than it should have, especially once when
the younger boy's pink cock head had accidentally popped above his waist
band when he stretched.  Fortunately Justin had his eyes closed when he did
it, or Nathan would have outed himself to the worst possible person.
Nathan had got his own erection.  He had not found Justin sexually
interesting; his aggression was a turn off and the perpetual sneer
disfigured his face.  But now he looked the boy over again.  The sneer was
gone and the face looked vulnerable and boyish, especially as his cropped
hair was growing out and dark curling bangs were forming.  It was a pity
that the blue eyes had gone lazy and vacant.  They had looked mischievous
and laughing sometimes.  The body was lean and there was some muscle in the
chest and abdomen.
  'You got a hard on,' Justin observed in a matter of fact voice.
  Damn.  Trust the boy to look at him just then.  'Er yeah.'
  'I get it up all the time.'
  'I'd noticed.'
  'You got a big cock?'  Justin's face was perfectly unemotional.  He could
have been talking about his zits or the football results.
  'Just the usual.'
  'Oh.  Six inches is standard.'
  'Then I'm right on the average.'
  'I'm five and a half ... but I may still grow, especially the way I beat
off.  Someone told me once that wanking is like training it.'
  'I'd never thought of that.  Well, it's time we got back to work ...'
  'What do you think about when you do it?'
  'Er ... all sorts of things.'  The boy was relentless now he had got
started on the subject.
  'Me too.  I even think about taking it up the arse.'
  'Jesus.'
  'Do you think about taking it up the arse?'
  'Sometimes.'
  'Will you fuck me then?'
  Nathan's jaw dropped, but the idea of sex with a zombie was not
attractive.  'Are you sure you're OK, Just?'  He automatically abbreviated
the boy's name, almost as if he were a friend.
  'My stepdad used to fuck me when I was ten, almost every night.  S'OK, I
know what to do.  I liked it ... no, I did.'  Then Justin'd face crumbled
and he was sobbing, huge, choking sobs.  Nathan looked around.  Where was a
psychiatrist when you needed one?  There was no one.  It was midweek in
term time and not a club day.  The green was walled and sheltered.  The boy
sobbed on, sitting upright in a most abnormal way for someone in that sort
of apparent grief.  Nathan did the only thing he could, for he was above
all a warmhearted and generous boy.  He took Justin in his arms and pulled
him into his shoulder.  Arms clasped him round his waist and the boy's warm
body embraced him.  It might have been arousing, but for Justin's sour
smell: a smell of unwashed clothes, infrequent showering and hormones.
Justin sobbed on and Nathan's shoulder got wet.
  After what seemed like half an hour, but might have been a lot less, he
raised his woeful tear-stained face to Nathan's.  And Nathan again did the
only thing he could, he kissed a wet cheek, and dried it with his fingers.
A faint smile appeared on Justin's lips, and quite transformed his face.
  'Thanks ... I'm sorry I called you a fuckwit.'
  Wow, thought Nathan, he had said thank you.  'Er ... when did you call me
a fuckwit?'
  'I did in my head.  I gotta hard on still.  Nathan ...' But Nathan,
against all his better judgement had kissed him again, full on the lips
now, the first time he had kissed another boy.  Justin opened his mouth to
him and their tongues danced in the warm wetness beyond their lips.  It
went on and on.  Finally Nathan broke off.  It had gone too far now, and he
could not pull back from what had to happen.  He took Justin's hand and led
him silently to the open club house.  Justin followed without resistance.
  Nathan closed and locked the door, there was a buzzing in his ears.  He
stared at Justin and Justin stared back at him.  He lost his shorts and
boots.  Then he undressed a suddenly hesitant Justin, kneeling on the bare
boards in front of the boy and jerking his jeans and pants down over his
hips to his ankles.  Once they were both naked, with a racing heart, he
closed his lips round the head of the erect penis hanging in front of him.
It was warm and salty to the taste, as he ran his tongue over the head.
This was finally it.  The gay sex he had been daring himself to try for so
long.  Now he had another boy who seemed to want it.
  He ignored the sour, stale piss smell that hung around Justin's crotch.
His own penis was pulsing hard, and he just had to take and stroke it.
Then slowly he took more of the other boy's length into him.  Justin gasped
and grabbed his hair.  Nathan's hands went up to the small globes of
Justin's buttocks, he gripped his bum and explored it.  He pulled the
buttocks apart and probed in to find the entry to the boy's anus, the goal
of his deepest fantasy.
  He stroked around the boy's hole, making him arch, then he pushed and it
opened to him easily.  Justin had not lied to him, his hole had been well
used in the past.  He probed deep in the hotness inside, feeling the tender
inner wall and looking to find the spot he knew was there somewhere.  He
found the bump.  Justin groaned and his cock pulsed in his mouth.  He could
not get too much of Justin in him without gagging, but he got enough to get
a sucking action going.  Soon Justin was pumping his face and gasping
rhythmically.  Nathan looked up and saw the boy's eyes closed with ecstasy.
'Aw ... man you give good head,' he groaned.
  Nathan pulled off Justin's penis, and dragged him down to him.  Justin
lay on him and they squirmed together, kissing, their groins meshed.  They
began thrusting against each other.  The feeling of skin on skin and the
sensation in his dick was awesome.  Justin stopped him, leaning up on his
elbow and staring wildly at Nathan.  At last he gasped 'Sixty-nine'.  They
turned, found each other's cock and began working on each other.  Justin
came first, pumping too much sperm into Nathan's mouth for him to take it
down, the surprise of a mouthful of cum stopping his reflex to swallow.  It
dribbled back down on to Justin's genitals.  Nathan pumped harder into
Justin's hot welcoming mouth, the other boy's fingers finding his hole and
remorselessly penetrating him.  Nathan ignored the discomfort and soon he
too was pulsing sperm into Justin, but Justin took most of his offering
down without gagging, and came back up to share the rest with Nathan.
  They lay back on the dusty floor.  Nathan looked with disgust at his
stained fingers.  He sat up.  'Justin, why don't you wash out your arsehole
if you want people to use it?'

They lay together naked for quite a while.  Justin awed Nathan by taking
his fingers and licking them clean of his own waste.  The boy snuggled into
Nathan's broad chest and held him round his ribcage, and Nathan found
himself kissing Justin's dark head, despite the flakes of dandruff all too
evident in it.
  'What did we just do?'  he asked eventually.
  'Something nice,' came the dreamy reply.
  'Are we gay?'
  'Dunno.  Maybe.  But it was really nice.  So what?'  Justin looked up
into Nathan's face, 'Thank you.  You did the nicest thing anyone's ever
done for me.'
  'Sucked you off?'
  'Listened to me.'
  'How long did you get abused, Just?'
  'Bout a year.  I never told anyone ... dunno why.  I knew it was wrong and
I knew what abuse was.  Maybe I didn't want it to stop.  That stepdad
wasn't the worst my mum found.  Apart from fucking my ten year old butt, he
was quite nice to us and he spent money on us.  So maybe I thought if I
said anything she'd go off and get another loser.  In the end he went off
to Dubai on a contract and didn't come back.'
  'It's not too late to go to the police about it.'
  Justin gave a little laugh, 'Me and the police are great mates we are.'
  'You got a case worker haven't you, and a doctor?  They'd take it
seriously.  Christ, Just, you just had a breakdown all over me ... it's
important.'
  'I like you to call me Just.'  Nathan smiled, reached down and sought the
other boy's mouth, and he was welcomed again.  Justin was quite a kisser
and he was erect again.  Nathan shifted to his knees in front of Justin,
took him in his hand and started working on him.  As he began, he asked 'So
what do your friends usually call you?'
  'Animal,' Justin replied with a grimace.

They returned to the work on the green.  Justin was just as docile and
biddable as before, but this time there was a faint smile around his mouth
as he worked.  The two boys kept glancing at each other as they got on with
their edging and clipping, and it was Nathan this time who was perpetually
hard as he began noticing the perfection of the curve of the other boy's
small bum.  Mr Anderson arrived with the van at five, and looked impressed.
'Good job lads, really good.'  He smiled at Justin, 'Work like this every
day, laddie, and we'll be offering you a job.'
  Justin had gone blank again, and just mumbled.  But at least he didn't
tell Anderson what to do with his offer.  Nathan and he looked tongue-tied
at each other as Justin was dropped off at the home, both wanted to say
something, but couldn't with Anderson in the van.
  'Er ... bye Just.'
  'Yeah, bye.'  Justin stared after the van as it disappeared.  Although
the ritalin was dulling his mind, it didn't cancel out his emotions or his
sexuality.  He knew that he had experienced something new and very
desirable with the gardener's boy, and he knew he wanted it again.  But
when would be the next time he was paired with Nathan?  If his mind had
been working, he should have taken his mobile number, and even though he
was in lock down, there were ways to get out messages.  But the opportunity
was gone.
  He lay in his room that night and all he could think of was Nathan's
handsome body, the muscle shifting under the velvet skin, the long thick
cock in its dark smudge of pubic bush, and the smell of his sweat.  He
wanted to be possessed by him again, and it might have been viagra rather
than ritalin he was taking for the reaction in his groin.
  But it was not just the physical desire he felt, he was all too familiar
with that.  There was something else and it was new.  Nathan had held him,
had kissed him, had cared about him and had helped him, a lot.  He had
helped him more than all the social workers and shrinks he had been sent
to.  And why?  He thought long and hard about it, and then it clicked,
because for all Justin's background he was bright and he was observant
about others and himself.  He wanted to be liked by Nathan, wanted to be
attractive to him.  He wanted him so much he was willing to be another
person for him.