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   The Night Counselor

   Part 3: Sick Little Fuck

   Brad was now halfway through his summer working at the Auteur home. 
Already it was the summer of a lifetime.  He had his Princess, who he
adored and the two of them made love almost every night that he worked the
west dorm, even when he wasn't working the west dorm he was still getting
some, and he was making fairly descent money at the same time.  All that
Auteur was missing was a beach and umbrella drinks and it would have been a
Club Med for boy-lovers.  It was like a dream to him.  But the dream would
soon take a darker turn.

   Brad arrived at the usual time and walked into the west dorm.  The haste
of the night crew's exit let him know that Frankie was up again.  Brad
wasn't so disappointed this time, as he had fun last time Frankie stayed
up. This time he might even get to maneuver it into a three-way if Frankie
promised to be gentle with his little Princess.  Like the last time,
Frankie was watching cartoons as Brad went about his nightly chores. 
Brad's heart quickened as the time for bathroom wake-ups arrived.  He woke
the few boys who needed it and got them quickly back into bed.  Only wet
Nate separated him from a potential hot night with two willing and eager
preteen boys.

   Brad had grown to hate Nate, as did most of the staff.  The night staff
hated him, not just because of the constant need to change his bedding and
clothes, but because of the nonstop bitching and moaning that always
accompanied the wake-ups.  He would fight every second of the process,
often waking the other boys in the room.  The day staff hated him because
he was just as whiny and obstinate with every other activity (school,
meals, medication time) as he was with the bathroom wake-ups.  His constant
disruptive behavior and bitching also made him very unpopular with the
other boys on the dorm.

   Nate laid in bed fast asleep curled in the fetal position.  Brad reached
under the sheets and felt wetness as per routine.  He shook the sleeping
boy and whispered for him to get up.  Nate came to just long enough to
shrug off his hand and whine incoherently.  Brad shook a little harder and
whispered a little louder only to have him shrug him off and whine louder.

   "C'mon Nate," Brad said sternly, "you're wet.  Get up."

   "Leave me alone."

   "You wet the bed.  You need to change."

   "I said no!"

   Nate shouted loud enough almost to wake the rest of the boys.  Brad felt
his left eye twitch.

   "How dare this little piece of shit try to ruin my night," Brad thought
to himself.  He tried one more time to get Nate to wake up, but to no
avail.

   Something inside Brad snapped.  "If he wants to ruin my night," he
thought, "then maybe he can be a part of it." He had never considered
himself a sadist, but his cock bolted upright at the thought of what he had
started planning for Nate.  Besides, if someone is demanding to be treated
like a piece of shit via their actions, it's only reasonable to treat them
like shit.  And you never know, maybe tonight can teach him the lesson that
actions have consequences.

   Brad first went to the main room for Frankie, who was already naked and
playing with himself.  He knew that twisted little fuck would need no
cajoling to do to anyone what he had in mind, to do it to Nate would
probably be a treat for him.  He then went to get his Princess up. 
Princess was a sweet boy and wouldn't normally be mean to anyone, but all
boys have a devilish streak, and Nate grates on everyone's nerves.  He had
Princess strip naked and positioned them both next to the doorway to Nate's
room and told them "We're gonna have some extra special fun tonight boys."
The two had no idea what Brad had in mind, but they were very enthusiastic.
Brad had to soak in the sight for a minute of the two beautiful boys
standing naked next to each other, Frankie frantically stroking his cock.
"Wait here," Brad told them.

   He walked up to the sleeping Nate and grabbed him by the upper arm. 
Roughly he pulled the skinny brunette from the bed.  Nate, still half
asleep, had no clue what was happening to him.  Brad dragged his limp body
across the hallway into the bathroom.  Dropping him on the cold linoleum
floor, Brad harshly commanded him to strip.  Nate stood up and stared at
Brad, waiting for him to leave and close the door behind him, as he always
changed in private.  Brad just stood in the open doorway staring the boy
down.

   "Go on, I said strip!" Brad barked.

   Nate pealed off his blue pajama top revealing his flat tummy, his ribs
could be counted under his olive skin.  His brown nipples perked at the
cold air.  He then dropped his pajama bottoms around his thin legs and
stepped out, his Scooby-Doo briefs were soaked clear through.  He pouted
feebly and tossed the wet pajamas at Brad's feet.  He crossed his bony arms
and looked at Brad expecting him to leave him alone for the rest.

   "All of it, now!" Nate began to protest but a sharp crack upside his
head cut him short.  Nate was stunned, it hadn't hurt but was hard enough
to let him know that Brad meant business.  His trembling hands reached for
the waistband of the underwear.  He pulled them down to his ankles.  He was
olive all over except the purple head of his tiny dick.  It was small even
for a 9-year-old.  It was smaller than Princess's even though Nate was at
least three inches taller and a year older.  Like the other boys, his
undeveloped balls looked like two little acorns in a tight elastic pouch.
Brad stood looking at Nate for a moment, he looked so much like the old
pictures of Mediterranean nudist boys that he had jerked off to so many
times before, but instead of being in a grainy photo this boy was there in
person and at his absolute mercy.

   "You seem to really love being covered in piss, my friend," Brad told
his little captive.  "Get in the tub."

   Nate reluctantly whimpered so Brad roughly picked him up by the arms and
set him in the bathtub.

   "Sit down," Brad commanded.  Nate quickly complied and reached for the
tap.

   "Not so fast pal.  Boys, get in here."

   Nate's eyes grew wide as Princess and Frankie strutted stark naked into
the bathroom, the redheaded Frankie with his ghostly-white skin and
Princess with his bronzed torso and legs made to look even more golden by
his creamy bubble-butt and privates.

   "Nate enjoys living in piss, I want you boys to help him out."

   Frankie barely waited for Brad to finish his invitation before stepping
up to the side of the tub and unleashing a golden stream from his
permanently hard shaft directly into Nate's face.  The piss mixed with
tears as Nate started sobbing.  The yellow liquid ran down his body,
soaking him completely.  Giggling and rapidly rubbing his dick, Frankie
stepped to the side allowing Princess to step forward.

   "Hold on," Brad said, reaching for Nate's face.  He squeezed his cheeks
together forcing his mouth open.  "Alright baby, let it go for daddy, just
like Frankie did."

   Princess enthusiastically complied, shooting a stream from the tip of
his sweet little boy-cock right into Nate's open mouth.  Brad pinched
Nate's nose shut, forcing him to swallow mouthfuls of hot boy piss.  As he
choked it down he began pissing on himself.  After too short a moment
Princess's bladder emptied.  Brad wiped the urine that had gotten on his
hands off in Nate's hair.

   "Now lick his cock clean," Brad ordered Nate.  Princess thrust his
crotch into Nate's face, his tongue caressed the soft 8-year-old gland. 
Princess closed his eyes and began cooing as he had done the several times
that Brad had had him in a similar position.  Brad started to grow a little
jealous of Nate having his mouth on his Princess, so he called Frankie over
to get his turn at being cleaned up.  There was no cooing with Frankie, he
just grabbed Nate by the sides of his head and shoved his whole hard cock
into his mouth.  Thrusting his hips, he fucked Nate's mouth as hard as his
three inches would allow.  After a minute Frankie dry-came in his mouth.

   Brad's cock couldn't take being held back by his denim jeans any longer,
it was time to whip it out.  Brad's commanding 9 inches stood straight up.
He placed his right hand behind Nate's head and thrust the throbbing shaft
into his mouth.  He pushed until he felt Nate start to gag.  When he could
feel the gag reflex start, he unleashed the full torrent of his adult-sized
bladder into the little boy's throat.  As he choked and gasped, piss
splashed from his mouth and ran out of his nose.  Brad looked down on the
boy with his piss, bright yellow from a Big Gulp of Mt.  Dew, run down his
little body.  Frankie and Princess laughed at the sight of pee coming out
of his nose.

   When Brad's bladder emptied, he looked at his two helpers and asked "You
boys need to go again?" Princess was empty but Frankie was always ready to
drench someone and was reveling in being encouraged to do it for once. 
Brad picked Nate up on his knees, turned him around and bent him over into
a prostrate position.  He looked down on the soft-pink little pucker and
saw that it was the rarest thing around the Auteur home, a virgin
boy-pussy.

   "I want you to piss right up his ass," Brad ordered.  Frankie happily
did what he was told.  Brad squatted down and place his right hand on
Nate's shoulder.  His left hand maneuvered his rock-hard dick so that the
head pressed firmly against Nate's hole.  Placing the left hand on his
other shoulder and using Frankie's still warm piss as lube, Brad drove his
cock deep into Nate's boy-cherry.  Brad released his right hand from Nate's
shoulder and grabbed him by his dark brown hair.  He roughly fucked his ass
as hard and deeply as he could.  Brad had never hate-fucked anyone before,
but he plowed this skinny little boy with all the anger he had.  Within
seconds the extreme tightness of his hole and the shear kink of the
situation overcame Brad and he unleashed wave after wave of hot man cum
into the young slave's colon.  Pulling his shrinking cock from the boy,
Brad tossed some paper towels towards Nate.

   "Cleaned yourself up, get dressed and go back to bed," Brad said coldly.
"And don't think about telling anyone, Derrick and Frankie will back me up
and say you're lying.  And if you ever piss the bed again, you'll get the
same."

   The next morning Nate woke up dry for the first time in months.

   Epilogue: Nate continued to piss the bed regularly when Brad was on duty
and began looking forward to his humiliation by him and the two boys. 
Years later, after dropping out of High School, Nate sold himself into
sex-slavery to a Saudi oil prince.  He is kept in a small box and is
tortured nightly; he's never been happier.