Devil’s Den - Part 03

Devil’s Den : The Wood’s Home Scandal

Copyrighted 2014 © Aidan J. Philips

Edited by RNL XII

Dirty Little Secrets Revealed

Part 03

The day went on uneventfully until last class, gym, where if you forgot your grey issued shorts, you attended the class naked, as in the moment you were born. . No one told Conrad that they had gym class, or the rules, or the consequences of failure to comply with the dress code. He did calisthenics and played volleyball in the nude among forty other boys all clad in grey shorts and nothing else, no shoes, socks, or t-shirts.

Conrad should have known that Justin would retaliate for not getting his blowjob this morning. He could just as easily told have him at lunch to get his shorts. He was the room-boss, for heaven’s sake. His role was to take care and control of his charges and that included educating the newbies on rules and regulations. Conrad was also sure that Justin had a hand in orchestrating his gang-bang in the showers that afternoon after gym. As far as Justin was concerned, Conrad needed to be taught a lesson on who was in charge and the lesson had to be one that Conrad would never forget.

The lesson began when he was hauled to a dark corner of the shower by several boys. At first, he was pinned flat against the tiled wall as they took turns fucking him. Two of the bigger teens held him until his legs gave out and he dropped to the floor where they not only continue to fuck him but used his mouth as well. Conrad had no idea how many boys raped him but his best guess was that it was the majority of the class. Many beat him out of spite even though he complied.

Adrian nursed him when he finally stumbled back into in their room. His anus was both raw and bleeding. His left eye was swollen shut and, thankfully, the bleeding nose looked far worse than it really was. Against Justin’s orders, Adrian pressed the button for the guard, Burt, who immediately summoned the duty nurse to the room on his walkie-talkie.

Of course, all hell broke loose and the warden even appeared. Conrad remained silent on who had raped him so violently. He knew who the instigator was and he made a vow then and there that he would get even with him eventually; he swore on it. He was taken to the infirmary where he stayed a few nights with two cracked ribs and nothing but time on his hands to plot his revenge on Justin.

Excused from classes, he read books all day while Adrian turned into a virtual Mother Theresa. He had gotten him several Hardy Boys mysteries from the library which Conrad became absorbed in the reading of. Adrian also brought him his meals. He got a visit from Burt, who stumbled around like the infamous Inspector Clouseau in the Pink Panther, was fishing for information. Peter was also seeking answers to some questions he had about the incident. He knew they only had his best interest in mind and he was truly grateful that these adults cared about him for once in his life.

It was tough ignoring Justin but was made easier since the teen ignored him as well.The boy’s lack of compassion only confirmed that he played a significant role in the rape and beating. Room bosses were known to stick together and, if needed, aid in inmate punishments on behalf of each other.

Conrad was still recuperating in his room one day when the male nurse, Brett, a good looking stud in his mid twenties, showed up to visit him bearing gifts of chocolate bars and chips. This was contraband he would have to hide lest someone find and eat it on him. Brett sat on the edge of the bed making conversation.

“How ya feeling, kid. The ribs still ache like a bitch, I bet,”  he said as his right hand began to wander under the blanket and over Conrad’s inner thigh headed for what else but the boy’s genitals.

“Yup, pretty tender if I move the wrong way.” Conrad said enjoying the attention.

“They take a very long time to heal fully. Best thing is exactly what you’re doing, just laying back and relaxing.”

The hand neared his junk and was off by only a few inches. At Conrad’s begging, Adrian had given him a blowjob when he brought in lunch that afternoon but he was still horny and stiffened up even before Brett’s hand found his goods He relaxed to enjoy another one of nurse Brett talents. The nurse was a terrific and talented cock sucker and knew how to use his tongue where it counted, including on Conrad’s healing rectum.

Brett opened his white scrub pants, pulled out his own dick and jerked off. The young man’s cock was within reach so Conrad took over masturbating the six uncut thick inches wishing he could bend forward to suck it for him. He knew he would have plenty of opportunities to return the favour because he knew there would be numerous visits to the medical office for check ups in his near future. Brett had talents that Conrad definitely wanted to explore further when he was in better physical shape.

Security officer, Burt, was next to visit just after four when he came on duty. He brought Conrad a personal size pizza from Antonio’s Ristorante. It was only the best pizza in town which Conrad had frequented often. If there was to be anything he’d miss more while being incarcerated, it would be Antonio’s pizza. But, maybe not now. Adrian was right when he’d told him to find a sugar daddy security guard and he’d want for nothing ever again. Conrad teased the man by making sure that he noticed that he was naked under the thin sheet by exposing a thigh. A tempting snack of hot, juicy boy cock was all that was needed for Conrad to receive a third blowjob from Burt that afternoon and, for the first time, a finger up his butt for what Burt called, a prostate massage  Conrad soon realized that it was the same basic mysterious area that Burt, the man who’d fucked him the night in the basement, a few nights ago had concentrated on.

Conrad trusted Burt like a grandfather. He told him about the gang rape and who the ringleader was in confidence. That night, Justin was suddenly transferred from E unit to G unit where scuttle butt rumors had it that he was gang raped several times by the fifty boys living in his new unit home. Conrad once even saw him crawl under the breakfast table to suck all offered cocks and he smiled to himself. Yes! Justice had been served; Conrad had got his revenge.

Adam was soon appointed as room boss of E unit, cell 12. A newbie, Brett Saunders, 14, moved in. He and Conrad became instant friends, Conrad became his mentor teaching him all about life at Wood’s Homes including giving the handsome blond his first blowjob in a bathroom stall. Then a few nights later, he arranged an orgy with the roommates where Brett got fucked for the first time. Once again, his teacher and the one who took his cherry was his mentor, Conrad.

Conrad continued to see the adult men, Burt and Peter. He loved getting fucked by Burt and sucking Peter in the ‘red-room.’ Sometimes they supplied another young boy, 12 or thirteen, but mostly every man shared his boy indiscriminately in group sex.

Conrad got many gifts from Burt and Peter. Mostly the gifts consisted of  junk food. He could place an order with Burt the day before for McDonald’s and the likes. He also saw a lot of Brett, the nurse, who loved Conrad’s cock up his ass. (and) Later, Conrad introduced his protegé Brett who joined in the fun with the young nurse. When circumstances were right, the two boys got to tag team the nurse who loved every minute of their games.

Conrad had it good in boy’s jail. In fact, he had it better than most. His good looks attracted men, as well as, a few older boys who protected him from the general populace of mean boys. Those bastards would punch a kid in the face for no reason as they walked past and laugh about it with their eight or twelve gang members. Those were the boys who often hauled an unsuspecting  kid into the bathrooms and raped him in disgusting and humiliating ways. And the sad part was that there were plenty of victims. Even being a gang member didn’t ensure one’s safety or well-being if caught alone. As a matter of fact, it was more dangerous for a gang affiliated individual to be caught alone than any other non-gang member. The beating up of a gang member would only escalate the hatred that already existed between the whites, blacks, and Hispanics.

David Miller was seventeen and a huge boy. He always had a five o’clock shadow on his handsome face. He was one of those boys who were constantly exercising and playing with weights. It certainly showed from his waist up with his well sculpted chest and a beautiful set of developing abs. He was his own gang that few people dared to fuck with. To tangle with David meant to be hurt and everybody knew it. Conrad met him in the library one day and found him pleasant despite his rough and intimidating appearance. David liked the Hardy Boys book series as much as Conrad and soon the two boys engaged in conversation about the characters. They befriended each other and often spent time together in the cafeteria or wherever until curfew.

One day Conrad was careless. He was on his way to  meeting David in the library and decided to take a short cut. He’d seen his friend down the hall and they’d waved at each other. Just then Conrad was grabbed in a headlock and dragged into the nearby bathroom. Held on his knees, his clothes were being ripped off of him. Several boys had their cocks already out stiffening up in order to rape him. His face was repeatedly slapped and punched as a tactic to make him submissive.

Suddenly, bodies were being tossed in every direction and a few were punched in the face hard enough that their noses exploded in blood. It was David who took on six of the boys who, in the end, turned coward and ran from the washroom. David reached down to slide his big hands under Conrad’s armpits and helped him to stand up. He pulled up his pajama bottoms and recovered his shirt helping him on with it although the buttons had all been ripped off by his attackers.

There were many other boys in the bathroom at the time. Faster than one could say jack rabbit three times, the word got around that Conrad was protected by David Miller, the one man gang and not to be fucked with. David took Conrad to E unit so the boy could get another shirt. While they were there, one thing lead to another and they soon found themselves groping each other and having oral sex. David’s cock, like the rest of him, was huge and it just barely fit in his mouth.

David stripped naked, he had a tuft of hair on chest and thick curly black hair on his legs and arms. It wasn’t a feature Conrad was particularly fond of but, on his knight, it was the shining armor. They sixty-nined with each being every bit as enthusiastic as the other until the last drop of cum was sucked from the other.

It would be the next day when Conrad took the mammoth cock up his butt. It was a slow exercise in gentleness and concern as David made sensual love to him. Conrad  was in love with his knight and the pain of being penetrated by his humongous lance was secondary to that and slowly became pleasure. Their small window of privacy after classes was soon invaded by Adam who looked and retreated in fear. He wanted nothing to do with the Hulk, as David was now being called behind his back, and prevented the other roommates from entering and disturbing their precious time together.

Conrad had two guards and a nurse to attest to his good character and permission was soon granted to wear street clothes. His prized 501 jeans were collected from holding. The T-shirt was the only top he had. He asked his mother to bring him some more shirts on Sunday, visitor’s day, but she hadn’t shown up for one yet although she swore she was coming every week. In the end, it was nurse Brett who, acting on a request from David, outfitted him in some pretty cool shirts of his own along with a few pairs of white socks for his feet inside his Adidas.

Conrad missed the outside world. He missed being able to go to movie theaters and arcades. Mostly, he missed his little brother and sister who thought the world of him and he worried for them. He loved every letter they sent and would read them over and over. It was usually in large print, kid stuff and always contained a crayon drawing by Patrick that he pasted to the wall beside his bed.

When his social worker told him that the kids were being removed from the home and separated into foster care, he freaked. He ran from the meeting room down two flights of stair and tried to run out the front doors. He was beaten with batons and handcuffed before he reached the iron gate. He bawled his eyes out screaming that he had to go home, their bats hardly felt over his determination to run.

Nurse Brett suddenly appeared and held him tight telling the guards to fuck off. Conrad cried like he’d never cried before. Brett saw the hurt was deep yet he still didn’t know the reason but he knew one thing for sure, Conrad was not trying to escape.

“Take these fucking handcuffs off him right now!” Brett screamed at the guards. “He’s not a threat, you assholes. He’s a young boy and there was no reason for you to beat him so severely when he was already subdued and in custody! You’re all a bunch of bullies and the warden is going to hear about it. Now fuck off and leave me with the boy; he isn’t going anywhere.”

Brett sat on the ground and rocked Conrad for a very long time. When he calmed down  a little he told Brett what had set him off. Brett cried, too. What could he say to console the boy? He simply hugged him and shared his grief. Reverend Bob was soon on the scene and not even knowing what the issue was, cuddled both and encouraged them to get up and move away from the public spectrum and into the chapel. He told the guard to remove the shackles from the boy. The man refused.

Due to the seriousness of an attempted escape, the warden was soon on the scene being briefed by the guard in charge.

Brett looked up at the man that he had always respected and said, “Everything is under control, Frank. The boy had a shocking experience, he deserves no more punishment than your guards already inflicted on him. Please, just order them to remove the handcuffs and let me and Bob deal with the boy away from this circus.”

“Officer Wilson, release the boy immediately and leave him to the care and custody of Reverend Bob and Medic Brett.”

“Yes, sir.” he said and bent to unshackle the kid.

The two men led him to the medical office and laid him down. Brett knew about the importance of David in Conrad’s young life and sent out the word for him to join them in the medical office. Brett prepared a sedative in a needle and poked the boy’s arm.  Brett explained everything to Bob out of earshot of Conrad. “I think it best that he stays here with me for the night. David will be along in a few minutes and I will get permission for David to stay here as well. That way we can take turns looking after him.”

“Yes, Yes indeed, I think that would be best. If you need anything you know where to find me.” Said the good Reverend.

Brett’s quarters were directly behind the small clinic. He carried the sleeping boy to his bed and undressed him as well as himself. Although he knew shouldn’t have because of Conrad’s condition, he made love to the comatose teenager swearing his love for him. It was fortunate for him that David arrived just as he was exiting his bedroom. Brett explained what had happened and made sure he knew that he had given a sedative to Conrad before David entered the bedroom. The affectionate Hulk took the boy’s hand in his, laid down beside him and cuddled him.

Reverend Bob was no fool. He watched through a window as Brett stripped the boy, played with his genitals, and mounted him. Bob was excited. He knew that the, classes were ending soon so he got to the PA system and ordered Martin Wright and Jeremy Wallace to the rectory. Both boys were fourteen and every bit as cute as Conrad.

The next morning, after David had a shower and was sitting beside Conrad holding his hand, Brett stepped into the clinic and was soon on the phone talking to  one of his many contacts at social services. He wanted to find out who was handling the Black family case. Learning that it was Maria Samson, a woman he had often dealt with regarding boys at Wood’s Home, he was elated, Maria would talk off the record with Brett.

It turned out that the mother, Barbara Black, was a drug addict and under the watchful eye of social services after complaints of neglect came in from the school the kids attended. Barbara had been given several warnings to clean up her act or the consequences were that she would lose her children. Finally, push came to shove and the Social Services was left with no choice but to remove  the children from the home.

“Can you not keep the kids together under the same roof?” asked Brett as David stepped out of the room.

“Oh, yes.” Maria said much to Brett’s relief. “We never want to break up families of already broken families. We tracked down the maternal grandparents in Toronto who are willing to take in the kids. I’m flying back east with them tomorrow morning, as a matter of fact.”

“Can you do me one huge favor between now and then …“

Brett was elated. Once he was able to explain everything to David, the Hulk lovingly grabbed him in a bear hug and gave him a big sloppy kiss on the cheek. David went back to sit with Conrad and had promised not to tell Conrad the good news until he returned. Next he went to the warden and asked the unaskable. He asked to take Conrad for a day out of Wood’s Home to be with his brother and sister before they relocated the 2,000 miles away.

Brett was in no mood to be shoved off by the Warden. He came prepared when the warden indicated some hesitation on making a decision on his request. The warden looked down at some papers on his desk as if he had more pressing problems and was about to dismiss Brett when Brett fired his next salvo, “I am considering filing an excessive abuse of authority against the officers who beat the boy with clubs even after they had him restrained and in custody” he said matter-of-factly. “Reverend Bob was a witness to it as well … and I’m sure the CCTV footage will confirm the whole matter.”

The warden had already seen the CCTV footage. He really didn’t hesitate anymore. The last thing he wanted was internal conflict between members of his staff. He had already spoken to the two officers involved in the excessive beating of the boy and warned them that if it happened again, they were gone. The warden then looked up at Brett and said, “Permission granted.”

To be continued …

Copyrighted 2014 © Aidan J. Philips

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