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I was terrified. He was older and tougher and he was Head Prefect. I couldn’t have picked a worse person to piss off. “It was an accident.”
    “Accident my ass!” He always sounded more American when he said ‘ass’. “Get here now.”
    I wondered sheepishly to where he was standing, expecting to get a punch on the nose at any second. “I didn’t mean it, honestly,” I cowered in front of him. “Please don’t hit me.”
    “Hit you?” he sneered. “I should break your thick head.”
    “I’m really sorry,” I was trying to repeat my apology when a crushing blow struck me in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me. My knees buckled and I crumpled to the floor gasping for breath. I would have begged for mercy but I couldn’t breath e let alone talk. Hot stinging tears rolled down my cheeks and at that moment in time, boarding school was my hell on earth. What had I done to deserve being sent here? I felt sorry for myself and waited for the attack to continue but it didn’t. Farrah just stood and watched me cry.
    “You deserve that, Sweetman,” he said calmly. “You showed disrespect in front of the others and I can’t have that.”
    “I’m sorry,” I whined, my breath slowly settling down. “Really I am.”
    “I don’t think sorry is nearly enough I’m afraid,” he shook his head as he spoke. His voice was calm and almost gentle. “Not after what you did in there.”
    “What do you mean?” I thought he was going to put me on report or something but he had other plans for me.
    “You’re my bum-boy for a month,” he nodded, pleased with his decision. I had heard the name bum-boy many times and it wasn’t a complimentary term. It usually meant that one kid had to do whatever the another kid asked, buy cigarettes, polish shoes, iron uniforms etc but I was too innocent to think that it went any further. Compared to being punched again, it didn’t sound too bad at the time but like I said, I was very innocent then.
    “I don’t want the others to know though,” I said cautiously. “If I have to do chores for you then please don’t tell the other lads.”
    “Everything will be between us,” he smiled and cocked his head to one side. There was something in his smile, which I didn’t recognise back then. He held out his right hand and pulled me off the floor onto my knees. I thought it was an act of kindness so like a fool I smiled back at him. He ruffled my blond hair playfully. “I like you, Sweetman,” he said smiling again, “you can start making up to me right now and then we’ll see how we go.”
    “Okay,” I nodded eagerly. I didn’t have a clue what he meant. I tried to stand up but he placed his hands on my shoulders and held me down. I was very confused at this point. “What ’s wrong?” I asked foolishly. “Why can’t I get up?”
    “Because you insulted me, Sweetman and now you’re my bum-boy,” he looked angry again. He pointed to the growing bulge in his black shorts. “Now you can start being sorry by sucking my cock.”
    “Oh no please, Farrah,” I whispered. I had heard that another boy named, Thomas had sucked his cock a few times. The entire school knew about it but it was a wild rumour, a myth and I never imagined for one minute that it was true. He was teased and bullied relentlessly and eventually his parents moved him to another school to escape the stigma. Of course they didn’t know why he was being bullied but I think some of the teachers had an idea what had happened. It was a boys’ school after all and things happened. Experimenting was common amongst the older boys but only the brave or stupid talked about it. The truth was that as my sexual awareness heightened, the thought of being made to suck a cock had horrified and fascinated me at the same time. “I don’t want to do that.”
    With his left hand, he pulled his shorts and underwear off his hips with one quick tug. I was shocked at how big his balls were and I wasn’t sure if they