Boarding School (50 page)

“Auh!” The pain from his blow to my face was excruciating. Also, the force created by my head falling through the air afterwards was hard on my neck.

“Well, whatever the reason is, you don’t have to do this to us, Joe!” Matt was pleading for our lives as hard as he knew how.

“No, what I mean is, I have orders to kill you two.” Again my assailant reached down and mingled his large fingers within my wet strands, and then he lifted my head into position once more and threw another punch at my face.

“Auh!” These were the worst punches I had ever taken. They were far stronger than anything I had been made to endure from the leader.

“Hey, Joe, wait a minute. Look at me. You mean Fatso ordered you to kill us? I can’t believe that!” Matt was trying anything he could come up with to get my tormentor to stop pummeling me. But his efforts were of no use.

“Uh!” Another punch and I was now losing it. Until this point, I had been able to regain some strength between the man’s blows, but now there was nothing left in my body. This six-foot giant with arms like pile drivers had managed to slug the energy right out of me, and I figured that if he continued to hit me, he would soon succeed in slugging the life out of me.

“No, I don’t work for Fatso. He thinks I work for him, but I really work for the South Americans. They’re the ones who told me to set your headmaster’s house on fire to scare him into making you kids go back to work. And they’re the ones who’ve told me now to get rid of all four of you kids and more, so there won’t be no traces left of the prostitution business you guys just wrecked. Hell, I even have to burn this place down after I’ve finished with you two because of what you guys did. And I’ve really liked this place!”

“Uh!” By now I figured one or maybe two more punches would be all it would take to have me unconscious.

“But, Joe, you can just let us go and we’ll leave New England right away and never come back. Nobody will ever know that you didn’t kill us.” Matt was trying to offer any idea he could come up with now. “Uh!”

“No, I can’t do that. It’d be too risky for me.” Joe then pulled a chair around and sat down in it so he was positioned to look straight at my groin. “But don’t worry. I ‘m not going to kill you two right away. We’re still going to have a little fun first. So shut up, before I come over there and start knocking you around.” Matt knew for the time being at least that he was going to have to keep quiet. But it appeared to him as if Joe was now getting himself ready to do something less destructive to me anyway, so my friend figured he could afford to stay silent for a while. 

Joe next took hold of my hips with each of his mammoth hands, and then he pulled my depleted body slightly toward him which caused my legs to drop from the table more severely and my head to be propped up finally by the table’s edge. This adjustment of my frame, as it turned out, was done just in time because I had felt close to blacking out from my beating and from all of the blood that had been rushing to my head.

“Now try to relax, kid,” Joe encouraged. “You’re gonna love this.” And then, I felt large fingers begin to fondle my penis. Matt and I had run into people like this occasionally at the inn and, for that matter, I suspected that Sully in Worcester was another who found it sexually arousing to beat or be beaten by another person. “Uuh!” I groaned as I began to respond to Joe’s stimulation. He was good. “Uuh!” Right away I began to feel the effects of his efforts and within only a minute or so, he had gotten me hard.
Maybe being beaten is a sure fire way to make sure I’m relaxed,
I thought. It was clear to me by then that Joe was intending to take me all the way. And as I felt the man take my penis into his mouth and begin to work me with his lips and his tongue, I rolled my head over to my left and looked at my roommate to make sure he knew that, for the moment at least, I was doing ok. “Uuh! Ah.. Ah!” Maybe even better than ok.

Matt knew from experience that what Joe was doing to me now would take a great amount of concentration. And with our jailer seated with his back to the door for the moment, Matt used this opportunity to bend down quietly and remove the ring of keys from Joe’s pants pocket.

“Uuh!” I didn’t know if this theory about sexual arousal being heightened by physical battery was really true, or if Joe was just unusually gifted in this area, but I was heading toward my climax at a pace which was a great deal faster than usual. “Uuh!” I kept groaning out loud so Matt would be able to gage how much time he had to figure out the right key and then use it to get away. But escape, as it turned out, wasn’t the foremost thought on my friend’s mind at this moment. And then… “Uhoof!” As I struggled to hold myself back, I could see Matt holding up three keys from the ring which he held together and separated from the other keys. He was showing me that he had narrowed the selection down to those three out of the eight or so on the man’s ring.

“Uhoooof!” Finally I ejaculated hard and although I was sure that Joe had beaten all of the energy out of my body, somehow I managed to raise the upper half of my body slightly as an involuntary response until I reached the end of my spasms. And then as I collapsed into a prone poison once again, I saw Matt do something that I didn’t expect. Instead of making an attempt to get away, my roommate laid the keys down on the floor with the three he had chosen left isolated from the others, and then before my latest sex partner could turn around, Matt covered over the keys with a sleeve from Joe’s shirt and then stood up quickly again so he would appear to have been standing quietly the entire time I was being debauched.
Why the hell didn’t he try to get away?
I wondered as I lay on the table out of breath. And then I realized what was going on in Matt’s mind. My friend was afraid to leave me for fear that I might need him to keep Joe from doing me in while I was still on the table. I have often wondered since this day, how differently things might have worked out if Matt had used Joe’s keys to save himself.

“There, that was pretty good now wasn’t it?” Joe sat upright again, obviously proud of what he had just caused me to go through.

“Ah!” All I could do was gasp as I lay there incapacitated. I still felt pretty battered and Joe’s blow job had just sucked most of my will to resist right out of me.

With our session now ended, Joe gave me another moment or two to recover from my experience. During this time, Matt did his best to keep quiet so he wouldn’t invite any unwanted attention from our host. In no time though, I felt Joe pull me upright by my damp hair again. Once I was sitting on my own, I noticed that blood was dripping from my nose. In fact it felt broken and I worried about the mess I was beginning to make on Joe’s table.

“Now that I’ve given you some things to think about, I want you to get up and go stop that bleeding. You’ll find paper towels and a sink behind the bar, and then after you’ve cleaned yourself up, I want you to come back into the pool and do me.”

In my dazed state, I believed now that because Joe and I had just been intimate, I stood abetter chance than I had before of talking him out of another trip into the swimming pool. At the same time I knew there was an even chance that any objection on my part could cause another barrage of punches from his brick-like fists. But at this moment my mind was made up. I was convinced that if I allowed my head to go under water again, I would most certainly never be returning to the surface and I didn’t want to die by drowning. At least on land— or rather on Joe’s table—I figured I had a fighting chance to change this monster’s mind about his plans for us.

“Joe, I… I’m sorry,” I stammered. “But there’s no way I can do what you’re asking me for. It’s just not possible.” I remained on the table while I watched for his reaction.

It was as if I had unleashed the fury through the gates of hell itself. The next I knew, Joe was flying at me with a rage far beyond anything I had ever experienced. Instantly he pressed another of his punches into my stomach.

“Ohoof!”

With the total of his bulk behind his assault, the man had me utterly incapacitated as my body reacted to his blow by leaning forward to lie helplessly against his forearm and chest. And like an angry child who takes out his frustration by beating on a broken toy, Joe then wailed on me with his massive fists until I was flat on my back again and nearly unconscious.

As I lay there uncertain as to how long I was going to be able to keep my eyes open, it seemed to me as if Matt had done or said something to get our host to break off his attack, but in my newly debilitated condition there was no way I could be sure of this. All I knew was the hitting had ended for the moment and I was still alive. And curiously, I noticed also that I wasn’t feeling very much of the pain I had been feeling any longer.

Joe stood upright slightly and looked over my broken body. “Yeah, how does that feel, you son of a bitch! I tried to do something nice for you, but will you do anything nice for me in return? Huh? I guess not, you asshole!” Next Joe stepped over to the bar and picked up a kitchen knife with a nine-inch blade he had apparently placed there earlier in the day. He then came back to me and reaching forward, stretched out my penis with one hand while he held the cold steel of the knife against the underside of my exposed organ at its base with his other hand. “So, maybe I ought to just go ahead and cut it off. What do ya think?”

Suddenly I was terrified that I was about to lose my penis. “Oh God, Joe, no! Please don’t do it. Please don’t cut off my dick, plea..e..e. ..ese!” I began to cry. Raw emotions were all I had left.

“Oh God, Joe, don’t do it!” Matt added his voice to the chorus. “Joe, he’s a good kid. Don’t do it! Please, Joe!”

Perhaps our appeals had an effect. Or perhaps Joe was just following his own twisted plan for me. But through my tears finally, I looked up at my tormentor’s face and saw that he was smiling at me. Apparently he was enjoying the torrent of emotions he was putting me through. Then I could feel the knife removed from my groin area.

“That’s ok.” He tried to sound reassuring as he released his hold on my penis. “I really had something else in mind anyway.”

Before I could collect my thoughts to wonder what it was that I was in for next, I felt the cold of his sharp blade rest suddenly against the right side of my torso. Was he going to stab me now? Is this how he planned to kill me, by stabbing me through my heart? Grimly, I began to wonder how many deep thrusts into less vital areas I could withstand before the loss of blood would force me to succumb to his cowardly act.

“Yeah, you feel that don’t you?” Joe observed of my apparent reaction to his blade.

Even if I could have summoned the energy somehow to get away, I was too frightened now to risk moving. And so I was faced with the biggest dilemma of my young life. Lying still could get me killed, yet trying to get away could also get me killed. So what was the answer? How was I going to be able to save myself? I decided then to look up and search Joe’s eyes for an idea of what I could expect next, but when our gazes connected, all I could see was anger: stark, blinding anger. And then it happened. “Auhauhauh!”

“No! Don’t hurt him like that! Please, don’t kill him!” Matt yelled at my attacker in vain.

The pain across my gut was beyond description. In one fluid motion, Joe had carved an opening in my skin from one side of my abdomen to the other. But as soon as he had me open, he placed one of his large hands on my body above the slice and his other one directly below. And then curiously he pushed hard to move the two halves of me back together again. Strangely, his cut hadn’t gone deep enough to pierce the muscle. Instead he seemed intent only upon creating a gaping wound in my skin—I supposed—to torture me for a while before bringing my life to a bloody and abrupt end.

“Auh…! Auh! Auh!” I was in agony and I couldn’t stop screaming from the pain.

“So, you’re not such a hot shit now are ya, kid? No clever comments or rich prep school remarks to make old Joe feel like a dunce, now? Huh?”

Matt was yelling almost continually. In a moment, I struggled to collect myself enough to plead with this idiot for my life. “Joe… Agk! Please don’t do this. We can work out another way. My parents have money. I’ll get them to pay you if you let me live!”

“Too late, kid.”

“Auhauhauh‘“Unbelievably, Joe carved another opening across my belly.

“No! Joe! Don’t do it!” Matt was beside himself with anguish over what was happening to me.

“So how much more of this do you think you can take before you pass out, kid?” Joe asked me as he held the two halves of my new opening together.

“Auh… Agk!” This was about all I could manage to say at this moment. And as my battered and wounded body continued to be sprawled across that metal table top, I realized that I was completely at this man’s mercy. Never before in my life had I known such a feeling of utter helplessness. Every aspect of my existence now was dependant entirely upon the whims of this creep who quite clearly had a screw loose. And because I believed Fatso’s comment about Joe having a short attention span, even though he was obviously enjoying what he was doing to me for the moment, I figured I only had another minute or two of life remaining before my executioner would put an end to me, permanently.

“Hey,stop! Joe… stop it! Don’t cut him anymore! I’ll get in the water with ya! I mean it! I’ll give ya the best damn blow job under water you’ve ever had. But ya gotta stop cutting him right now! Ya hear me? Stop and I’ll blow ya now, Joe! And believe me, I know how to make it feel real good!” In spite of Matt’s fear for his own safety, he was desperate now to distract Joe’s attention away from me as he tried to save my life.

“You will, huh?” Joe responded to Matt’s offer without taking his eyes off of me.

“Auhauhauh!” For a third time, Joe sliced me open. Now I knew I was going to die. I figured I had to be losing a ton of blood by now so the end for me wasn’t going to be far off.

“Yeah well, shut up for now!” Joe yelled at Matt as he once again held my two new pieces together with his large hands. “After I’m finished with your friend here, you’re gonna do that shit for me anyway.”