Date: Thu, 22 Jul 1999 16:19:11 +0900
From: andrejkoymasky@geocities.com
Subject: Snot-boy-11

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SNOT BOY
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 1999
written on May 1st 1990
translated by the author
English text kindly revised by
J.O. Dickingson (authorsix@hotmail.com)

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"SNOT BOY" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of
sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so
on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story.
But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think
you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest.

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Chapter 11 - Investigations

Snot, accompanied by Rene and Martin, with his brother Claude, went
toward Chenuel's house. The two boys were walking before, and Claude and
Snot some steps behind.

At a certain point Claude asked, "Are you my brother Martin's paramour?"

Snot looked at him in surprise. "Me? No, what's got into you?"

"I know that my brother goes with men... and he insisted so much I give
you a hand. If he cares so much about you, I thought... sorry, I didn't
want to offend you."

"No, I'm not offended. I too like men, but there is absolutely nothing
with your brother, I swear."

"I can't understand you. What can you feel doing it between two males?
At first I thought that for Martin it was just a game -- almost all of
us, when kids, touch each other there, between friends, for fun, right?
But then, he says that he tried, but that he doesn't give a shit for a
girl's pussy.... and he is no more just a kid... But I say -- what can
do two clappers together, if there is not a bell? They don't ring,
right?"

"There are many other ways to make them ring..." Snot answered, smiling
at that colourful comparison.

"It could be. I should not give a shit, after all it is his business.
But I'm sorry that my brother is not like any other boy... almost any
other, anyway," he corrected himself, looking at Snot. Then he asked
him, "But you, did you ever try with a woman?"

"No, never."

"Ah. Then you don't know what you are missing!"

"And you, Claude, never went to bed with a man?"

"Jesus! No, never!"

"Then, you too don't know what you are missing!"

Claude looked at him knitting his eyebrows, then shrugged his shoulders
and didn't persist. However, after a while, he added, "You know, after
Dad and Mum died, I feel the one responsible for him. What will he do,
if he doesn't find a woman? If he doesn't have his own family?"

"He will find a man, and live with him, no?"

"But what life will he have?"

"I am happy I've found my boy and I think I will have a wonderful life
with him. The only important think is to find the right person."

Claude again shrugged his shoulders and said nothing. When they were in
front of Chenuel's house, the two boys waited in the street while Snot
and Claude went upstairs. After looking at very many stones, and after
long bargaining, Snot, following Claude's advice, bought a certain
number of unmounted precious stones of different kinds and carat
weights. From the irritated expression of Chenuel, Snot understood that
Claude, in his judgement about the value of the stones, was really an
expert. The bargain concluded, and having paid for the stones, Snot
wrapped them in the cloth that had contained the gold coins, and tied it
on himself, under his clothes. He went downstairs to the street, with
Claude.

"Thank you, Claude. Without you I could really not manage so well. I
would like to give you a stone, or if you prefer, some coins..."

Claude laughed. "Don't worry, I already paid myself," he said and showed
against the light, between his index and thumb, a stone.

"You nicked it? How could you manage? I saw he counted them even twice,
each time he put away the envelopes of those we already saw and that
didn't interest us..."

"A very simple trick. Did you notice I asked him to start looking at the
less valued stones, that he kept in the small wooden boxes? These, if
you remember, he didn't count. Jewellers always do so in this way. I
nicked there one that was rather good. Then each time he opened a new
envelope, I put in that stone, that could be one of the less good of
that envelope, and nicked a good one, and I did the same with the
following envelope... getting each time a better stone, but when he
counted the number was right... and so on. He is not a jeweller, he has
to pay somebody to divide them for value, not for kind. On each
envelope, you saw it, there was marked the value of a single stone and
the total number, but they were not divided for kind. As the counts were
right, all was all right for him. So, in just five or six substitutions,
I got to take this stone... for my advice."

"But he will become aware...," Snot objected.

"Perhaps, sooner or later, if his expert will check the envelopes again.
But it will be too late. With a real jeweller this trick would not
work."

Snot laughed. "Good. But then I really don't know how to thank you for
the help you gave me."

"You paid me the louis-d'or as we agreed, so we are even. That... and
this, are enough."

"But I know what you could do to thank me. Who introduced you to
Charles?" Martin readily asked with a cunning smile.

"No, not that, I explained you...," Snot answered slightly embarrassed,
looking toward Claude.

"If he is not game, you are not to insist!" Claude said to his brother.

Martin readily answered him, "You always insist with girls, even if they
say no!"

Snot smiled and, thanking them again, said good bye and left them to
continue their discussion. With a fast pace he reached the Blade's
house. The man was eating.

"Well, Blade, I found some money for the documents. What did you do
meanwhile?"

"I twiddle my thumbs, don't worry. An' 'bout the papers, I'll get you
real ones, not faked. Just tell me the names you want on 'em."

"Real? How's that possible?"

"A mate a mine works as clerk-copyist where they make the passes at the
Commissariat. What names has he t' write?"

"Marc and Luc Teissier. We want to pass as brothers."

"All right. For the other data... he will invent 'em. How many coins did
you scrape up?"

Snot pulled out from under his clothes the small parcel he had prepared
and opened it on the table.

"Fuckin' heaven! In so little time... how did you manage t' get all this
money?"

"They are all my savings," Snot said.

"Stolen?"

"No, earned. I hid them, I just went to fetch them."

"Well, sorry, I didn't want t' offend you. For sure they be enough for
the expenses I have t' do, an' possibly some will be left."

"When are you going to get the papers?"

"After eatin', I'll go t' tell him the names. I think that he can make
them for tomorrow. Aren't you hungry?"

"A little," Snot answered sitting at the table while Felicie put in
front of him a steaming plate and the Blade picked up the gold coins.

After eating, the Blade went out, together with Felicie. Snot, now
alone, lay down on the pallet, his hands under his head and, gazing at
the shadows of the candle's flame on the ceiling, he started to think,
in patient wait for the two. He was so for a few minutes, when the door
slowly opened and from behind the leaf peeped out Rene's head.

Snot, surprised, sat up. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I followed you. I hoped you would come out again. Then I saw your
parents leaving..."

"They are not my parents, just friends. But why did you follow me, what
do you want?"

"Nothing," the boy answered going to the pallet and sitting on its edge.

Snot looked at him, his hands leaning behind himself to support him.
Then Rene put his hand between Snot's thighs and fingered there, without
a word.

"Come on, stop it. I told you I make love only with my Marc, didn't I?"
Snot said, but not sharply.

The boy continued to finger there. "I'm not asking you to do
something... I'll do all..."

Snot laughed but pulled away the boy's hand. Then Rene opened his old
fabric breeches and, baring his groin, started to touch his own swollen
genitals, which became even harder as his member rose in ready answer.

Snot looked between the boy's legs, than at his face and said, "You
already are a man, there. But now, stop it."

"Don't you like it?"

"Yes, I like it. If I was not with Marc, I'll even give you a good
press..."

Rene stood up and his breeches slipped down to his ankles. Continuing to
slowly masturbate, he turned his back and said, "Look what a nice ass I
have... Don't you feel like visiting it?"

"Stop it, come on! Don't be silly!"

Rene, as an answer, pulled off his shirt and started to caress his body
with lascivious moves. He looked at Snot and noticed that he had a
noticeable erection tenting his breeches.

So he smiled and said, "You see, yours too hardened. He awoke and feels
a yen for my little ass... and I want to give it to your rod..."

Rene kicked away his breeches and, now completely naked, went to the
pallet and crouching down, tried to open Snot's breeches. Snot seized
his wrists and blocked him, but Rene tried to free himself and to touch
him, so that soon they were gripping each other, wrestling. Rene was
laughing with amusement. Snot was feeling half annoyed, half aroused.
That struggle did increase Snot's excitation. The boy succeeded in
unfastening the laces of Snot breeches and in the rough tossing of the
two bodies, Snot's member peeped out erect and throbbing.

Suddenly Snot stopped fighting, seized with some rudeness the boy, and
lay him on the pallet on his belly. Freeing himself from his breeches,
he went on top the boy. At once Rene pushed up his small ass, greedily
offering it to the older boy, so that when Snot went down on him, he
sank in him almost without meeting any resistance in only one thrust.
Rene lightened in a triumphant smile, barely dimmed by a painful grimace
for the violence with which the young man started to mount him. Raising
a little more his pelvis, Rene was able to bring his hand to his own
member to masturbate himself, increasing so his own pleasure. Snot,
firmly holding the boy by his waist, continued to hammer inside him with
fury, jolting the entire body of the boy with each of his thrusts. Rene
yelped and squeaked in happiness, deeply enjoying that wild ride.

Reaching at last the peak of pleasure, Snot unloaded inside him with big
thrusts, strong and slow, moaning his pleasure at each broadside of his
seed that he fired in the hot and tight deepness of the boy. Then also
Rene reached his orgasm and unloaded on the pallet, shutting his eyes to
better savour the sensation he was feeling.

When Snot moved away from above him, the boy turned to look at him with
a bright smile and said, "You liked it, didn't you?"

"I had a good orgasm."

"Like with your boyfriend?"

"No. With him I make love. You... I just screwed you."

"I loved it. You are a wonderful fucker. You are strong."

"Now dress up and leave. My friends could be back any moment," Snot said
gloomily while he slipped on his breeches.

Rene got up off the pallet and dressed. "Are you mad at me?" he asked.

"No. I'm mad at me. You are not Marc."

"Well, come on... I didn't take away nothing, to your Marc. I just gave
you some vent..."

"Go, now. Leave me in peace."

Rene pouted and left. However as soon as he was outside, he opened in a
wide satisfied smile and, trotting and happily whistling, went toward
his house looking for Martin to tell him how he managed to conquer that
beautiful young man that turned on both of them so much...

Snot, again alone, was thinking about what had happened. He didn't feel
remorse, just annoyance. He would never have thought that it could be so
easy for somebody to make him do what he wanted. Possibly, it was also
because for several days he had had no chance to relieve his needs, he
thought. But then, he could have done it alone, by himself, and not with
that lad. He took too little seriously that Rene! Sure, he had been
skilled. And how did he rock under him, how did he make his welcoming
hole palpitate around his rod pounding in him! He was really a little
sow, that boy, he concluded to himself. If that boy worked for Roland,
he would have had a great success, beyond any doubt!

He was immersed in these thought, a little irritated, a little amused,
when the Blade came back.

"Tomorrow yer papers be ready, an' the day after I'll go t' meet that
guy who be likely t' get out yer paramour from gaol," the man said to
Snot, sitting on his pallet.

"It seems all even too easy...," the youth man murmured, but he was
happy.

"No, not at all easy! It be all so fuckin' hard, but you find in me the
right man. An' t' think that you don't show not even a bit a gratitude
for yer first man..."

"You really don't give up hoping to take again my ass?"

"Sure I don't! I never screwed a young man like you be now, an' I'd like
t' give it a try, just once. If not for other reasons, just t' check the
difference from when you were a brat t' now."

"I'm already paying you with my house and I gave you many gold coins. We
are even, then."

"But when you were a kid, you liked being my bottom."

"No, it's not that I liked it."

"But you never made fuss."

"It's not either I disliked it. You just did it, that's all. And then,
if even I refused, you'll have taken me all the same, right? So..."

"But with yer paramour, be you the top or be him?"

"I already told you to mind your fuckin' business, didn't I?" Snot said
dryly.

The Blade laughed, "You become more shy than a little virgin girl.
What's wrong if you just tell me?"

"It is our business. You have nothing to do with it."

"Oh, yeah, I forgot you be in love...," the Blade said laughing with
amusement. Then, seeing Snot's hard glance, he became serious again and
added, "Come on, I be just jestin'. After all I'm helpin' you t' take
him out a trouble, am I not? I'm busyin' myself for you an' him, don't
I?"

"Yes, sorry. It is that... I'm so nervous. Do you think you really can
get him out?"

"I really think so. When Felicie comes... don't tell her I tried again
with you, agreed?"

"Sure," Snot answered and lay down to sleep.

On the following morning, the Blade went to see again Sevion. The man
told him that in the specified prison there was no prisoner called
Julien de Jambville and neither Marc Teissier.

"Sevion, be you not makin' light, makin' fun a me? No boy, no Verdun in
exchange, be that clear?"

"Hell, you know that we want that Verdun!"

"Yes, I know. But I also know that the boy be brought there."

"Are you absolutely sure?"

"Yes, an' I also know that he be just accused of givin' fake personal
particulars, sayin' that his name was Marc Teissier an' not Julien de
Jambville."

"That's strange. Nothing shows on the records. I'll go personally to do
an investigation. It's too important for me to put my hands on that
Verdun... Even better, you'll come with me," Sevion said and rang the
bell asking for his overcoat, top hat and walking stick.

They went out together. Reaching the prison, Sevion introduced the Blade
as his employee, and they both entered. The gaolers, instructed by
Megot, denied they ever heard about, or saw, the boy. Sevion controlled
the books, but they had been changed and nothing showed on them.

But the Blade suggested, "Why don't you try to question the prisoners?"

"Are you crazy, Mathieu? They are tenths and tenths in here, I'll not be
over in a month!"

"Oh, listen, I am not able t' read or write, but as you know the
letters, you can see if amongst the prisoners there could be some who
could know him. Look amongst the young aristocrats an' start with them.
Youths easily gang up, right? A Verdun is worth some effort, isn't he?"

Sevion, grumbling, agreed. So, the record book in his hand, he ordered
the wardens to bring in front of him, one after the other, the prisoners
he chose. At the sixth attempt, it was Alexander's turn.

"Sit down, Alexandre Varenne. Did you by chance met the citizen Julien
Jambville?"

"Yes, citizen, when I was serving at the Court."

"In here, I mean. Inside this prison. Did you meet him, or even just see
him?"

Alexandre kept silent. He knew that Megot had made all tracks of his
friend disappear. He heard that from a warden with whom he had sex. On
one side he would have liked to help Julien, but on the other side he
was afraid that if he did so, Megot could take revenge on him, as he was
powerful at least as his lover Maximilien. So he was wavering. This
indecision made the Blade suspicious.

"You met him here, in this prison, right?"

Alexandre had an imperceptible jolt, then looking at Sevion, he said, "A
prisoner... if he talks he is wrong... if he keeps silent, he is
wrong..."

The Blade again intervened, "If you say the truth, you be not wrong for
sure. Be there perhaps somebody menacing you, in this prison?"

Then Alexandre, always addressing Sevion, said, "If you asked the guard
Charriere, he could possibly tell you interesting things, if he wants
and can talk..."

"I already questioned all the guards and wardens. Not one of them admits
there was a Jambville in here."

"In these days there is confusion, citizen, in France. One cannot know
who is in charge, who has more power, to whom one has to answer for his
deeds, and therefore to whom one has to obey. This, the simple people
knows, he feels in the air. If you want somebody answer to you, you have
first to put him in a safe position, I presume."

"And why it is not you to answer, if you know so many things?"

"Because I am trying to survive, citizen, and because it is difficult to
survive when you are not free," Alexander answered with a sad smile.

The Blade whispered something in Sevion's ear. The man nodded.

Then he said to the young man, "Well, I see you fear something. I'll
question others after you, and I'll say I found nothing, so nobody can
suspect you. But give me some more elements, so I can understand how I
have to move."

"Forgive me, citizen, but who tells me I can trust your word?"

"Anyway, you already compromised yourself," Sevion made him notice.

Alexandre nodded, and finally he told the two men all he knew about
Julien and the judge Megot, keeping silent just about the sexual
preferences of Julien, and on the contrary he described him like a
person refusing that kind of sexuality. The Blade, even though he knew
how really things were, didn't belie him. Sevion, as Alexandre's
exposition continued, was knitting his forehead and pensively nodding.

When Alexandre ended, Sevion said, "If it is Megot you fear, don't
worry. I have the right friends at the right levels. That outrageous
judge, if your accusations prove to be right, will be at least deprived
of his authority, and prosecuted. The Revolution is a serious matter and
doesn't accept in its bosom depraved and corrupted men. Thank you
Varenne. You will not be involved in this matter as long as Megot is
still around. You can go, now."

As promised, they continued to call and to examine other prisoners, and
often also for a long time, so as not to make the time Alexander spent
with them seem too long. Then they left the prison, after telling that
really there was no trace of the boy, and that therefore he was possibly
held in another prison.

As soon as they were outside, the Blade asked, "What d' you intend t' d'
now, Sevion?"

"First of all I have to neutralize Megot, so that he can menace no more
anybody. Then, this done, we will make that Charriere sing, and we will
find the boy... if he is still alive."

"Can't you call immediately the guard? Who gives a shit 'bout the judge?
The most important thing now be to find the Jambville, right? An' then,
if you find him, you have also a more than good proof against the
judge."

"No. First Megot has to be neutralized. If, as I fear, Varenne's
accusations are founded, that man makes me sick, disgusts me. And then,
when he will know that Megot is under custody, the guard will talk a lot
more easily."

"How long will it take?"

"I'm going at once at the Public Health Committee. Show up at my place
tomorrow."

They parted. The Blade, going back home, paused to fetch the two passes
for the boys, met a couple of people with whom he had business pending,
and then went back home. He was asking himself if he had to tell Snot
all he came to know about his boy -- how he had been raped, how he had
been practically kidnapped by the judge... But he thought it was useless
to put him in agitation and to make him feel bad and worried.

So, he gave the boy the two passes and told him that in a few days
possibly his lover would be freed.

Snot snorted, "You always say tomorrow, soon, but the day passes.
Perhaps, possibly... But never something certain!"

"I told you, it be not an easy thing as you think it. Taking out a
prisoner! It be not like churnin' out loaves a bread, you know?!"

"Yes, sorry, Blade, but I am upset. Are you sure these passes are good?"

"Sure, not even the Holy Virgin in person could know they be fabricated.
The stamps, the signatures, the paper... all be regular, true,
authentic, not forged. Just your names an' particulars be false, but
that, if it be not you to tell, who can say?"

"Did some coins remain?"

"No... on the contrary, he wanted more..." the Blade started, then
added, "It be not true, I tried to cheat on you. Keep, these remained.
May I die on the spot! Am I not becomin' honest, by chance?"

The real reason why the Blade didn't have the heart to cheat on Snot was
that, inside his heart, he feared that Julien was no longer alive. In
fact it seemed incredible to him that the judge had been so careful to
make all traces of the boy disappear if it was just to screw him.
Felicie, who deeply knew her man, understood that there was some
problem, so, with the pretext she needed help outside, made him leave
the room and tell her everything.

"You did good not t' tell the boy. He would have lost his head, he be
too much in love. D' you know that I feel for him much tenderness? He be
a good boy, an' I hope that this story will have a good end. You'll do
all you can, d' you promise me?"

"Yeah, don't worry. Not even for my son I could d' more."

"Ah, now he be like a son for you? You who be just longing t' screw his
ass? Will you try also with your son?"

"They are all lies, I didn't try with him, he is a liar!"

"No, you betrayed yourself... the boy says you didn't try with him, but
I know you too well. An' anyway I think you'll be able t' try even with
your child. That's why I don't want children from you!"

The Blade laughed, and went inside again, followed by Felicie.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 12

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