Blood Vane
Blood Vane: chapter 2
It was late afternoon before Seth Edwards got his first glimpse of, “The Hillbern A. Boot facility for wayward boys,” otherwise affectionately known as “Boot hill" by the locals. Set back in the middle of nowhere on six acres of Georgia swampland with the nearest town over twenty miles away, the facility could and did boast of only one escape in the sixty years it had been open.
To Seth it looked like an insane asylum that ran away from home only to find itself tripped by barbed wire and surrounded by fence before it could make good its escape. The cement buildings and empty fields surrounding them did nothing to make anyone feel welcome, he suspected that not even the staff that lived there year round would ever deign to call this a real “home.“
Armed guards patrolled the gates and he noticed several vicious looking dogs being lead around by a tall, burly redhead as the car slowed to a stop so the gates could open. There was no checking of ID's or verbal communication between the prison guards and the county guards, just a wave and a nod of the head.
Apparently, he was expected.
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The county didn’t usually move prisoners so late in the day but by special request of his honor, Judge Royal A. Pope, the boy had been moved early.
Judge Pope, who was by all accounts a truly good man, bless his little heart, had requested the move because he was concerned about the boy being housed with adult male prisoners. As far as Royal was concerned if you looked in the dictionary under “too pretty for his own good” you would probably find a picture of Seth Edwards and he really was trying to help the poor boy.
Judge Pope had always had a soft spot for children and though this boy was almost an adult now, he had found the documented abuse in his case disturbing enough to make him see past the whorish outer appearance the boy came in with, to the scared child underneath, and it had made him feel somewhat protective of his undersized prisoner.
Surely Boot Hill had to be better than an actual prison. It had to be. He knew he had to make himself believe it was anyway if he ever hoped to sleep again, after sending that damaged and fragile looking young man through their doors.
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After turning Seth over to the guards at Boot Hill, his escorts had beat a hasty retreat.
It would seem that supper was waiting on the table and Ester Sue got cranky if Bubba got home late after slaving over a hot microwave to prepare the perfect meal for her lover man.
Of course, everyone had understood and the new guard, (nameplate: “Peewee” Ephraim Bundy), had assured them repeatedly that everything would be taken care of and he would personally see to it that the prisoner got settled in properly.
Seth hated Bundy passionately and immediately. He hated his buzz cut hairdo. He hated his crooked teeth that the man kept showing off in the fakest smile he had ever seen. He hated the cheap cologne that the guard had apparently bathed in. He hated his thin lips and bent nose and short legs and huge droopy earlobes. Most of all though, he hated Peewee Bundy’s eyes. Those shit brown eyes that had widened when they first landed on him, then narrowed as they proceeded to crawl all over him.
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A little over one hour later:
There can only be so many ways you can break something until there’s just nothing left, thought Ephraim “Peewee” Bundy to himself as he continued to watch the blond slut county had been kind enough to gift him with this evening. At least he hoped that was what was going on, because he had been doing his damnedest for the past hour to get a rise out of this Edwards brat and so far not so much as even a peep of discontentment had escaped those pretty pink lips of his.
It was unnerving.
Of course he had read the files; if anyone deserved the right to be broken and numb it was the skinny little piece of fluff standing so stoically in front of him.
Peewee had grown up rough. An alcoholic, abusive father and a mother that preferred to look the other way did not exactly add up to a Brady Bunch childhood, but really, it was nothing compared to what this kid had lived through.
He glanced down at the file again, this boys folks had been caught the first time for prostituting him to buy drugs when he was only nine years old. The youngster had gotten a six month reprieve in a foster home after that little incident, but as soon as his parents had shown up in court crying that they had changed, and clutching pieces of paper to prove it, he was given right back into their tender care. Two days later they had disappeared, taking their son along for the ride.
No one had heard from the boy again until his arrest the previous week for plying the trade his parents had so diligently taught him since childhood.
Peewee snorted, no telling how long they’d been selling him before they got caught. No wonder the kid was acting like a zombie robot.
Well then, time to change tactics. The kid might have had issues but Peewee had the whole demented subscription.
“Bend over.”
“What for?” *suspicious*
Peewee gave him an evil smirk, “Come on junior, you know the drill. I have to check you for contraband.”
Seth felt his face heat up, they had just checked him at county before they ever brought him here and the guard knew it. One look at the cruel, gloating face of the man as he leered back at him though, and the boy knew it would be useless to protest, and would most probably only result in more pain in the long run. He had seen that look far too many times before; he knew it for what it was.
Slowly Seth unzipped his pants and allowed them and his underwear to drop to the floor, keeping his face set in a rigid mask as he stepped out of the garments. He had met many men in his short life just like the one currently ogling him. They got off on the feeling of having power over another human being and genuinely enjoyed inflicting pain. Showing emotion or weakness to this fucker would be a big mistake and he was determined not to give him the satisfaction.
Peewee’s eyes narrowed as he studied the boys face, then he very deliberately allowed his gaze to wander at a snail’s pace down to stare openly at his exposed privates. So the punk was a real blond after all. He quickly glanced back up at the narrow face. Nothing. Damn!
Peewee motioned to the desk sitting in a corner of the room.
“Get over here, put both hands on the desk and spread em’ you little sissy!” he demanded.
Keeping his head down Seth made his way over to the desk and grabbed the edge with both hands, spreading his legs as he pushed his ass out, just praying desperately for his nightmare to end.
Taking his time Peewee spent a few more minutes perusing the boys file, enjoying his prisoners naked vulnerability and the chill bumps that were popping up all over that smooth white skin before he casually tossed the thick file on the desk and stepped around behind the boy.
“It says in that thing that you’re an only child.” Peewee licked his lips as he observed the plump ripe buttocks. “No competition for Mommy’s and Daddy’s affections then huh?”
Seth squeezed his eyes tightly shut and tried to breathe evenly. He would not let this motherfucker rattle him.
One finger began to slowly circle his tense opening, then it was gone followed closely by a wet smacking sound and he knew the guard had just licked his fingers to wet them.
This shouldn’t be happening! Why was he left alone with this man? Didn’t anybody care what the guards did here? Like most people Seth had heard of Boot Hill long before he arrived there. He had always thought the stories of abuse and drugs in the juvenile prison had to be exaggerated. Now he was beginning to suspect there was more than a little truth to the rumors.
Seth winced as an index finger was roughly shoved into him without warning, followed quickly by another. “Tell me something sugar pie,” Peewee was practically purring in his ear as he scissored his fingers and deliberately pressed the boys prostrate, causing an involuntary shudder. “Of the many, many cocks you’ve had up this cute little ass of yours would you say Daddy’s was the best?”
Knuckles white from gripping the desk so hard, Seth felt tears sting at his eyes and it was all he could do to choke back a sob. Bastard!
Long fingers gouged inside of him and he couldn’t help wincing as the sadistic motherfucker added a third digit to the torment. He cursed under his breathe as an involuntary tear dripped down his cheek and he heard a nasty chuckle come from the man behind him.
The guard released a sigh of relief, for a moment there he had thought he might actually be losing his touch. He should have known better, anything will crack if you apply enough stress.
Peewee wondered briefly about whether he could get away with shoving his whole hand in the boys surprisingly tight hole, but decided against it. Internal injuries could get messy and prove hard to conceal. He felt the slender body trembling. He was close enough to breaking the little faggot that he could actually taste it. His heart was pounding uncontrollably and it felt like his cock was going to burst free of his zipper from pure pressure alone.
Then he heard it. It was the most horrible sound Peewee had ever listened to in his life. It reached into his stomach to tie it in knots, then slithered up his spine and lodged in his brain in what he could already tell was a permanent invasion. His proud erection fell limp and useless between his thighs and still it went on, a cacophony of sound that he was sure would cause him to fall deaf if it didnt cease.
Peewee jerked his hand roughly out of the boy so he could grasp his throat with both hands and squeeze. It didn’t stop. It had to stop! IT DIDN’T STOP!!! Even when he couldn’t breathe properly the aggravating snot kept right on, shrieking high pitched giggles as his lips started to turn blue.
Suddenly realizing what he was doing, Peewee released the sniggering boy to collapse on the ground, naked at his feet. “STOP IT!” He screeched as the boy wiped what were seemingly tears of mirth from his eyes.
He just stood there gaping for the longest time until finally Seth propped his head up on one elbow and looked up at him, batting his long eyelashes. “Its not you,” the blond said seriously, “its me,”
Peewee’s mouth fell open. Seth collapsed back on the floor in another giggle fit.
He just wouldn’t, couldn’t? wouldn’t stop giggling like a loon!
The sound did stop abruptly about twenty seconds later though because that’s how long it took Peewee to find his baton and knock the boy unconscious.
Frantically, the guard rifled through the desk. Where had this lunatic been assigned?
Oh yeah, unit J.
Perfect.
He smiled. Maybe they could play again later.
Then he noticed who the Edward's boys new roommate was going to be…. Fuck!
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It was quite late by the time Peewee washed all the blood off and redressed the unconscious blond. He then carried him bride like to his cell. The brat hadn’t stirred even when the cold water hit him and Peewee briefly wondered if he would survive before moving on tothe more important question of how to cover up what he had done.
Getting past the other guards was easy, after ten they were all in the break room watching TV unless an alarm sounded. It was the other that was worrying him.
The inmates were supposed to have lights out at ten pm, but no lights didn’t always mean they were sleeping and he really was in no mood to deal with an irate and much bigger prisoner, especially not when it was that nosy bastard.
Balancing the blond boy on his knees he managed to unlock the cell and slid the door back as silently as he could. Crossing to the empty bunk sitting dead across from his current stressor, Peewee let out a sigh of relief as he put the blond down, then stood stiff as a board as the other inmate sleeping in the room stirred and coughed.
All he needed was for that half-breed to wake up and start asking uncomfortable questions.
After a few minutes when it seemed as though that wouldn’t happen Peewee let himself breathe again.
The little whore looks almost innocent in this low light, he thought, then kicked himself. Why was he still here for Gods sake?
Yet still he stood there, watching every breath that lifted the flat chest with fascination. On impulse he leaned over to brush the bangs out of the eyes of the unmoving boy.
“Welcome to Boot Hill Princess.” he whispered, just before he finally turned to leave.
TBC….