Acrylic Bonds

The Favorite

 

The days ran into each other. Every night, Brian worked Stephan over until he was accustomed to the activity taking place in his backside. Brian was nervous about how easy it had been to get Stephan to participate. Some nights, it seemed as though he was eager to get going and would do things to make Brian’s whole body fill with such a powerful heat, he had to take a walk to keep from jumping on top of Stephan and slamming away with his dick. This isn’t what he wanted to have happen. He only wanted Stephan to be prepared, not become a nympho! At times, Stephan would jump on Brian’s lap or plant a kiss on his mouth in front of the other boys, the rumors were starting to grow and Brian knew they were in trouble. He didn’t know how much trouble until Stephan’s birthday arrived. 

The headmaster found them in the REC room. They were playing foosball, Brian winning of course, when there was a tap on Stephan’s shoulder. 

“Come with me boy.” The words were dry and well rehearsed. Stephan threw a worried look toward Brian who mouthed the words “It will be okay.” in an attempt to set him at ease without making the headmaster angry. The two disappeared around the corner. Within seconds, Brian’s heart sank to his feet. He stood by the table willing the tears to stay in his eye sockets, praying no one would see him cry. 



Stephen arrived in the headmaster’s room which was a shrine dedicated to himself. Every shelf and table was covered with awards, pictures, plaques and trophies. A giant mirror covered a full size wall. In the center of the room was a table with a reversible top. A flip of a lever and the otherwise glass display became a flat, padded structure complete with straps that dangled from the sides. The center contained a drawer full of toys and belts designed to force a person to remain spread-eagled or pressed down, Whichever position was desired. Stephan could feel the fear creeping up his spine. He noticed movement in the corner of the room; it was Erick, standing by holding a robe and towels apparently prepared for the occasion. 



“Happy birthday Steven.” he grinned deliberately mispronouncing Stephan’s name, as he always did. Erick didn’t waste a second pulling Stephen’s clothes off and escorting his naked body to a very fancy bathroom with a pulsating shower head and gold plated handles. The smell of a pipe wafting from the other room was the only reminder that this luxurious bath was a preparation for torture. Erick washed every inch of Stephan’s body, checking for signs of sexual activity, occasionally prodding to ensure the hole was still firm and not ruptured. After a gentle toweling, he was draped in the thick robe and guided to the headmaster’s “fun” table. 



Erick took a seat in the corner, awaiting further instruction. Headmaster George, had already relieved himself of clothing, having no qualms about showing off his large muscular body or his protruding penis. He smiled when he noticed Stephan’s eyes glancing over his naked frame. 

“Do you like what you see?” George asked with a small laugh. His hands grabbed Stephan by the neck, bending him backward over the table so he could look up into the demonic face. The grip from this large man was astounding! Stephan could barely catch his breath while the master ran his hand roughly over his buttocks, quickly finding his desired place and shoving two large fingers in at once. Without pretense, Stephan howled! His scream echoed off the walls of the small room, his tears flowing freely from his eyes. This was nothing like what he and Bry had been doing, he choked out his friend’s name in desperation, but his pleas went unheeded. 



With little more than an evil grin, the master flipped him over on his stomach, pulling his hair upward in a tight grip so he could see his face in the giant mirror, his face filled with terror, a face that looked more and more like a stranger with each passing minute after being baptized in fear. 



In a flurry of activity, the master had plunged into Stephan without hesitation. Forcing his rod in and out in rapid succession, calling him horrible names like slut and whore. Stephan couldn’t hear the words anymore as the sound of his heartbeat rushed into his ears over and over with each violent thrust. The master occasionally slapped him across the butt as if commanding a horse to run faster. He mercilessly rammed his entire engorged organ all the way to its hilt, holding the pelvic bone so tightly, his hand prints formed bruises while he pushed and thrust, breathing hard like he were running a marathon. 



Stephan was in too much pain to cry, his voice had faded after the first few screams. Apparently, it was the screaming that was most desired, because the master would pull out and swear under his breath, slap Stephan in the face or the back of the head, pour water on him if he appeared to be losing consciousness or pull his hair if he couldn’t hear his voice. Once he was certain he had Stephan’s undivided attention, he would pull the legs apart as wide as they could go, look him in the face for a fear reaction then ram his rod as hard as he could back inside the small frail body. Although it was probably an hour of torture, he felt like it had gone on for days. 



Once the master satisfied himself several times over, he moved back as if to allow Erick to take his customary turn. Erick ran over to the displayed body, only to find the master waving him away. 

“Not this one.” He grinned, stroking his beard and looking down on the helpless face. “This one won’t be shared, he’s mine and mine alone.” Erick’s mouth fell open in disbelief. The master had never taken on a boy and then withheld him from the others. Even Erick was used by everybody and he was supposed to be master’s favorite!!

Erick had to find a way to get headmaster George to see reason without losing favor himself. 

“So, I can’t touch him right now, but I can have him later…. Maybe?” He kept his eyes on the floor waiting for the possible smack across the head he deserved for asking such a stupid question. But there was no answer, there wasn’t a response at all. When Erick raised his eyes to see what had captured the master’s attention, he was shocked beyond belief to find the master had lowered his head to the table and was sucking furiously on Stephan’s dick. Erick stepped back aghast, watching the head of the ‘boss of everything’, bobbing up and down in perfect rhythm, his large hands gripping the boy’s bottom, forcing every part of him deep into the waiting throat. Tears were rolling from Stephan’s eyes, in the space of a moment, his back was arching, his body was shaking and a pale white liquid peeked from the corners of the headmaster’s mouth. 



The man stood, swallowing the mouthful of cum, wiping his lips. His piercing eyes surveyed the confused face of his assistant before reiterating his statement. 

“You do understand what I said?” he demanded of Erick who nodded “this one is mine. No one touches him… are we clear?” Erick continued to nod, the sight he just witnessed still burned the back of his mind. The master had sucked off a boy! That was unheard of! He’s not willing to share him with the other guys; that’s even worse! His eyes fell on the sleeping Stephan, who was making mewling noises like a kitten in between breaths. Erick could only wonder what magic this boy possessed? Why was the master being played like an instrument? George reached down and traced a finger along the boy’s face, before planting a soft kiss on the side of his lips. Erick felt as though he needed to sit down before his legs gave way. The headmaster noticed Erick’s slow reaction and barked orders for him to pass the word that Stephan would remain with the headmaster and Erick was not to return until he was summoned. 



The headmaster held Stephan captive for two days. Brian couldn’t sleep and found himself pacing the floor, wringing his hands and skipping meals. The other boys whispered among themselves some speculating that maybe the master was ‘whipped’ or maybe Stephan was dead! Brian couldn’t take it anymore. He was going crazy with worry and fear from not hearing anything about what was happening to his friend. 



Erick had become a topic of interest too. He hated the idea that Stephan was replacing him in master’s bed. After witnessing the kissing and sucking that he never performed with anyone, Erick was worried and angry. That little brown boy hadn’t done a thing to receive such affection from the headmaster… He spotted Brian leaning against a wall looking haggard and defeated. His scheming brain concocted an instant plan and decided Brian was just the person to carry it out. 



“Psst!” He motioned to Brian. “You know they bring the food in by truck, every other morning. If you and Stephan sneak aboard, you can escape after they make their delivery.” He spoke low, looking around to make sure no one noticed their conversation. 

“Why would I trust you?” Brian whispered. 

“I have my reasons for wanting to help you and you have your reasons for needing to get him out of here. If you don’t get him out, I’ll remind Headmaster George about how good you can be in bed, then you won’t have the energy to try to escape… neither will Steven.” 

“His name is Stephan.” Brian growled as if the other part of the conversation was an after thought. “So you are telling me, if we go you’ll help, but if we don’t you’re going to try and make master play with me huh?”

Brian remembered the few times he had been dragged into the room by that heinous man. It wasn’t fun at all and he played dead so he wouldn’t be used again. He was amazed it worked, the master had only forced him three times, after the third time, he stopped calling him and went back to his regular boys. Of course, it was Erick who suggested he lay still and play dead in the first place. He hadn’t thought about that in a long time, maybe Erick was trying to help after all. 

“Hey Erick…” Brian asked cautiously “Do you like what master does to you?” Erick drew back as if surprised by the question. 

“What's it to you!? Why do you ask? Do you like it!" 

“Okay, okay!” Brian held up his hands in surrender “I didn’t mean anything by it, I just…so what is it? You love him?” With that Erick looked at the floor, his cheeks growing red from embarrassment. 

“So what if I do.” He admitted quietly. Brian grinned as if he had just learned the biggest secret in the world. He reached over and pat Erick on the head. 

“I’ll trust you. As soon as I get Stevie away from him, we’ll sneak out of here.”