The Consequences of Envy

I managed to cut the lock with a rusty broken hack saw blade I found in a otherwise empty tool box in our basement. I looked over the collar, and found a maker and address printed upon the back. It was some place in Columbia, SC.

‘Yep,’ I thought, Mother was right; the FBI might have been able to get an identity of the man from a past sale, since it was a specialty leather company; probably, the same place he got the other leather garments, like the chaps and vest, too.

I wrote down the address, and took my mother’s nail file and abraded the address from the collar. While in her bath room I stripped and put the collar back on, looked again at myself in her full length mirror, and brushed my hair. No question; I liked what I saw, and said, ‘’you are a faggot’’.

I thought I might do a little sleuthing someday of my own.

I looped the collar upon the head board of my bed as a sort of trophy.

I returned to school Friday after my mother acquired new books and a jacket for me.  Fortunately, no one seemed to even have missed me; though, Edmond and Alex came up during break and asked who I had driven off with in that 'cool' sports car last Friday. They said they'd thought I was being abducted since I was crying. They told me my mother had grilled them over it, followed by an FBI guy asking questions.

I told them he was one of dad’s old friends, and he took me to meet him. Dad had come to town; and I was crying because I knew my dad was going to get in trouble.  It was against the divorce rules to contact me without telling her first; so, she got upset. The FBI got involved because I went across the state line to Tennessee with him.

‘’He could’ve been in deep shit; but mother dropped the charges.’’ I said.

All seemed to be falling back into place with great lies.

Then a boy, a grade ahead, came up and said. ‘’Let’s go swim in ‘dead boy’s’ pool at the Days Inn after school?’’

His dad runs the management of that Days Inn and others of that chain of motels in Atlanta.

‘’Eww, heard he’d been floating in it a couple days.’’ Said Alex.

‘’Not me.’’ I said.

‘’Say, isn’t that where that kid drowned that's been in the paper?’’ Edmond asked.

‘’Yea, he was a faggot too,’’ said the older boy; ‘’My brother knows some guys who went to school with him in eighth about 3 years back, at Sandy Springs High.’’

He went on;

‘’He said he was last seen then sucking dick at Piedmont park; stepped into a white van with a big guy and disappeared. He turns up drowned. Ha, ha’’

‘Small world,‘ I thought.

‘’Seriously, where at the park?‘’ I asked.

‘’Where the 'Witch's Cave' is, all those huge flag stones, you know — at night, fags go up there.’’  Said Alex

‘’Ha, Ha; Pat, wants to go there and suck cock.’’ Said Edmond, and they all laughed.

Actually, I did. Did mother think these guys thought me queer or did they tell her so — as the man had said?

I had to defend my cover.

‘’ I would like to know where I could take Rhonda some night. It’d be fun to fuck her on a big flag stone there.’’ I said, knowing this probably wouldn’t help matters.

‘’Well, you’ll have to wait till your voice gets lower than her squeaky soprano.’’ Said Edmond, doing a ‘squeaky' imitation.

They all laughed. One would have to know Rhonda.

‘’ In the mean time though, she could fuck you, while you suck fag dick’’ said Alex, and poking his tongue in the side of his cheek, hunching, imitating orgasm.

I stormed away amidst more laughter.

I wanted to murder them. These guys had to be dumped as friends.

Just as the bell rang to return to classes, my name blared over the intercom.

‘’Patrick Knowles, report to Head Coach Conley in his office.’’

‘What could he want I wondered?’  As I walked through his door. 

He was a preachy, tall, big bellied man, who taught a Bible class, in addition to coaching the varsity.

‘’Please shut that door, Pat, and sit down.'' He waved a manilla envelope.

He dumped out about a dozen 8x10 glossy black and white pictures. I shuddered as my worst fear had materialized. It was from the photo shoot.

The first was of me being pounded showing the man’s long dick entering my ass. with my pouty face turned over my shoulder to the camera; followed with a pretty good synopsis of that morning, including the happy teasing one on the x cross.

‘’I like that one too’’ the coach said; as if seeing my satisfaction, of me sitting upon a table with a glistening hard-on onto my belly, my feet pulled close to my hips, that revealed my hole, in a submissive pose.

''You are a special boy, and your mother and I have discussed the best course for your coping with this past week's ordeal and your moral development. We think fifty minutes Wednesdays during your lunch hour, with individual attention is called for — as my role calls for.'' He said.

‘’How did you get them? You showed these to my mom?’’ I asked.

‘’She doesn’t need to be shown these to know of your needs.’’ and he gathered the photographs and slide them back into the envelope. 

‘’Those were taken by a kidnapper.’’ I said

He gestured in a glacial superior way that he understood, but also intended to set me 'straight' about something; and said,

‘’Come around the desk and let’s get started, before I send you back to class.’’

In his lap were Barbie and Ken dolls, laid upon a Bible.

‘’Has anyone told you of the ‘birds and bees’? Sit.’’

A low stool sat by his chair.

‘’I know your dad hasn’t been around for a few years; very important years for a sensitive boy as yourself.’’ He said as he fondled the dolls.

‘Did my mother get these or does the guy know coach? — And, she gave them to this idiot?’ I wondered wide eyed; and, I sat looking up at his fat belly, my mouth open in wonderment as a child might.

He handed me the Ken doll and said, ‘’pull his pants down?’’

I did, and I beheld that the doll had been adjusted with an erect penis and balls of wax. ‘A little big but not a bad scale to the doll.’  I thought.

Then he handed me the Barbie; and, he had Sharpied in a red slit for her pussy.

‘’Someday you’ll get married, as these two are, and have children and raise them, just as in your or other families. The man loves his wife, not simply because she’s a great friend, but for the pairing, ‘cleaving’, they do.’’

And he showed the dolls in a missionary configuration with the Barbie’s legs spread.

He pulled out another Ken doll.

‘’You have, through no fault of your own, only seen the pairing of two males, and you have been seriously misled. He positioned the two as if doing it dog style, on his desk top. 

‘’Sex is to be only between a man and a woman. It’s in the Bible. And once you experience it properly with a female, your wife, as a married couple, you’ll understand how inadequate Ken with Ken is, — or even fornicating with many women is, as so many movies would have young boys as you believe,’’ he said.

He waved the floppy big black leather bound book in front of me, as if I might get a whiff of its truth.

‘’Yea, dad told me about that’’ I said. ‘and, yet, dad, is still a fag.’ I thought.

He tossed me a t-shirt, some shorts, a jock; and then, told me to dress out before coming next time. He planned to have me do some exercises.

I returned to class.