The Once Future King
Part One: The Boyhood
Chapter X: Missery.
By: Evenstar
Rating: R

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His father was uncharacteristically quiet. It was as if he had said his part and had nothing more to share. Just when Nick thought that, maybe some chord had been broken, he did speak, and the second he did he whished he didn't.

"Greg will be punished for what he did to you. His life, as he knew it is over, and son there is nothing you can do to prevent that. He banged my son, and he will pay for it with many scars."

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Greg watched as Bill Stokes took his youngest son with him. He watched knowing that was going to be the last time he saw him. In the window, he sat hoping the car would bring him back. He had hoped that Nick would have fought his dad, but he knew he didn't have the strength necessary to battle him will to will.

The trap door opened, and Jillian Stokes silently entered.

"Tell me, my dear child. Tell me it isn't true. Tell me you do not love Nicholas," her eyes were saddened and grief-stricken.

"I love him Jillian," said Greg quite openly and quite honestly. "I love Nick, I have loved him for a long time now. Where is he taking Nick?"

"To an institution, far away that will do sex therapy with him and change his thinking," answered Jillian quite flatly.

"And what of me?"

"Don't ask such things of me son, please, do not ask such things of me. You are still too young to be on your own, but I fear for you dearly my child."

Her face was grave and Greg understood that she was helpless to prevent anything her husband will now do to him.

"What will he do to me?" asked Greg. He had to know what the storm would bring him.

"I don't know," she cried. "I won't be able to interfere though, and I fear he will beat you long and hard with long bull whips."

"I will take my punishment," Greg lowered his head to hide the tears now flowing down. "He won't, he won't mutilate me will he?"

"Greg, I don't know what William is capable of when he's like this. He could possibly emasculate you. I don't know what he's going to do to you. I wouldn't expect it to be pretty. I'm sorry you will have to go through this my son. I will try to give you food, when I can, I am sure he will starve you. Do not expect to be released from this room anytime soon. He should lock the door and hide the key. This is no way for you to live."

"Is there some way I can leave this place?" swallowed Greg.

"I wish there were," she looked ever sadder by the minute.

"Would he really emasculate me?" gulped Greg.

"I don't know dear. I don't know what he's capable of. Here take this my dear, and take care of yourself," she concluded handing him a box which contained a silver double-bladed knife. Greg never questioned her as she disappeared down through the trap door and left him there with the small dagger.

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Judge Stokes got out of the car alone, and walks to the house. Greg could hear the stomping of his feet up the stairs. The trap door opened and Greg sucked in his breath.

"Since, I have previously made an agreement about your living situation. I will not be kicking you out of my house. Since the rules of that agreement I was reminded of earlier today clearly state that you are to have a room in my house until you are of age. Therefore, since I cannot kick you out of the house, I have no choice but to keep you in the house. Under lock and key, mind you. You will be let out and escorted to the bus, and you will be met back and escorted back to your room, where you will remain locked. You will receive a sack lunch in the morning, and dinner to be eaten in your room at night. Do you understand me?"

"Yes sir," answered Greg.

"Your furnishings will be removed, and you will have a blanket which to cover yourself up with."

Bill Stokes's eyes remained stern throughout this confrontational depletion of all Greg's possessions. "Your horse, Hope will be sold. I assure you, you will no longer need him. And if you ever fuck another person in my family ever again, I will personally see to it, that you will never forget the kindness which I am showing today. Good day," he says and leaves the room, but only for moments. He returned back to take the cot, the trunk, the chair, and the desk. He left me one journal, a pen, Greg's school bag, and his blanket.

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The next three years passed with difficulty for Greg. He's wrote a lot in his journal and it was nearly full of his un-fulfilled love and his frustrations, the little sketches he drew of Nick and him, and his endless wonder on what ever became of his boyfriend Nick Stokes.

His graduation date was coming and school was becoming as hard as he ever knew. There was a celebration of sorts going on downstairs. Greg knew Nick was there, because he can hear his voice sounding brilliantly from below.

Hearing that voice brought tears to Greg's eyes and he pulled his pants, now too small for him, down and cried in agony as he thought of Nick the way he was and masturbated to the images he drew in his journal, the sounds of his voice, and Greg's own memories.

If he could change one thing about this, he would change the way his body responded just to the sound of Nick's song-like voice. He hated to get a hard on every time there was a holiday or anything and Nick was home. Tears rolled from his eyes down his cheeks. His hand moved gently up and down his enlarged cock. In his mind Nick was there, his warm eyes gazing into his warming his very soul, as his hands would touch him.

The trapdoor opens and Bill finds Greg there deep in masturbation touching himself in sexually stimulating ways. He could hear Greg's breaths as his body neared excretion. Bill was absolutely appalled by the sight of Greg there crying buckets of tears his hand firmly gripped tight around his cock and his hips lifting off the ground as he softly called Nick's name as his white semen left his softening length.

"WHAT THE FUCKING EARTH DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!" shouted Bill at the sight of Greg's masturbation. Greg's eyes opened wide as Bill took him by the collar of his shirt and hung him where his feet no longer touched the ground.

"TELL ME!" he demanded.

Still more tears escape Greg's eyes. He watched the trapdoor thinking to himself what he would do to just escape right now and go to Nick's loving arms. He wanted Nick to pop his head in through the hole, but he never appeared.

"If you are looking for Nicholas, he's not going to return to you. He's been cured of his desire to bed you," said Bill Stokes, his smile was wide and full of thrill. Sad truth was he did get some sinister thrill from depriving Greg of the love he felt for Nick.

"Now, answer me what were you doing?" asked the old man again.

"Pretending," answered Greg. "Pretending Nick was here touching me the way he used to. The way he used to enjoy it."

"Yes, there'll be no more of that," he backhanded Greg hard. "Now, get your pants on and you KEEP them on you got me?"

Greg nodded and watched as he left.

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The next few nights passed with Greg alone in the attic listening to Nick's pleasant voice and yet he never came knocking on his door. Greg didn't want to believe Bill when he said Nick was cured. He didn't want to believe him when he said he wasn't going to come back to him.

He tried not to take it personally, but it hurt on several different layers of his mind because he loved Nick so dearly. There he was waiting with Bill beside the road waiting for the big yellow school bus.

"So, did Nick ever try to see you?" asked Bill with a sinister look about him.

Greg didn't want to answer the man. He never wanted to talk to him again. His heart was shattered and broken; all hope had faded from within.

"No sir," he answered gloomily. It was the honest truth and it hurt.

The bus came and he climbed aboard where he sat in his usual place right beside Lily.

"So was he home? Your boyfriend?" asked Lily with that sweet smile.

"Yeah," answered Greg still moping around. "He's home."

"Did he come to see you?"

"No, he didn't come to see me," replied Greg and he thought he could cry. "Bill said he had been cured. He never even attempted to knock on my door." Now, Greg was crying in a fit of hurt and agony.

"I'm sorry," cooed Lily gently rubbing Greg's back.

"What did they do to him?" cried Greg. "What did that fucker do to my wonderful Nicky?"

"Maybe we can find out," encouraged Lily. "My uncle is a deputy and he's got access to those sorts of files."

"I would like that," answered the young man who missed his Nicky more than anything. They arrived at the school and Lily hurried off to the computer lab, where her first class was held. Greg moped helplessly down the hall before settling in his first period English class. Things were definitely weighing heavy in his mind. His only hope was if Lily could get access to Nick's record and they could find out for themselves.

To be continued...

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