Disclaimer: Harry Potter and his world belong to J. K. Rowling
Note: sex scenes in Part 2 of this story.
Part 2/ Chapter 13
A few days later, Mario told Bellamy he was to go into Naples with them, and they'd buy him new clothes. The old ones had been thrown out, without any objection from Bellamy. Two pairs of jeans, and the brightest possible shirts, as he wanted. A little underwear. And then they strolled, the other men doing a little shopping, too. It was a lot cheaper than the few shops on the ship. Bellamy pointed to an ice-cream stand, looking hopefully at Mario. Mario nodded, smiling at his pleasure when he was allowed to buy them ice-creams.
Bellamy was surprised, a little shocked, when Taddeo started a very deliberate caressing in the spa one evening. Taddeo was surprised, too. For a young man, it was taking an inordinate time for him to develop an erection. But when he did, he was hugged and surrounded by warm approval. And after a while, he became accustomed to that, too. They always wanted to make him hard, and it pleased them.
Except for some fairly intimate caressing, there was no sexual activity in the spa. Angelo was extremely fussy about the cleanliness of his spas. A few of them wanted to use massaging oil, but it scarcely seemed worth the bother when Angelo insisted they have a shower before re-entering the spa.
The slow process of seduction was developing a fascination for the six men. They no longer wanted to hurry matters, and the sexual activity among themselves had never been greater.
The next step in the programme, carefully planned, mostly by Angelo, came after a warm sunny day, when they had enough time off for sunbaking and swimming. Still feeling sensuous from their hours in the sun, that evening in the spa, Bellamy was instructed just to let himself float. Supported by the men, his penis was coaxed into erection in the way he was accustomed to, but while he was hopefully enjoying that feeling, his bottom was massaged, and a very gentle little finger pressed against his anus. A frown of puzzlement crossed his face, but Mario soothed, and said that he was being very good, and making all of them very happy. And he held him with a little more firmness and warmth as Taddeo's finger penetrated.
Bellamy didn't think he liked it much, but they were his friends and they wanted to do it. It took longer for him to grow accustomed to this step, and they made no further progress for a while, until he no longer frowned at the small penetration.
Uberto, the doctor's assistant, nearly got himself clouted one day at breakfast, as he casually spoke to Mario, nodding at where Bellamy sat with Nino, and asked with a complete lack of subtlety, "Got him nicely broken in, yet?"
Mario started to say several conflicting things, furious, spluttering, then gave up and stalked off. But later that day, at the side of the swimming pool, he asked Angelo, "Is that what we're doing, getting him broken in?"
Angelo pointed at Bellamy, who was laughing and playing with the twins in the pool. "If that's what we're doing, it's done him good!"
Mario watched him thoughtfully for a while. "I told you about the first time I saw him. He was like a terrified animal. He'd been crying, and he was shaking."
Angelo said, "We're not doing anything that he's not happy to go along with. And it really is doing him good." And he smiled. "I think he'd be heartbroken now if you made him sleep alone again."
That night before the massage, Bellamy was made to stand near the massage table, and Taddeo, who was so good at it, began to work on him. There was some warmed lubricant gel used, and a finger inserted also, as he became erect. They wanted him to connect the good feelings of sex with that still alien feeling of penetration. He became anxious when Taddeo didn't stop, but Mario told him to hush, and held him tighter, until he shuddered in his climax. And then he was hugged and caressed and praised as if he'd done something wonderful. But the vacant, unfocused look had come back, and he stared into the distance, not quite happy.
They lay him down on the table then, working on getting him relaxed and accepting again. They had their accustomed positions, and took them as a matter of routine; Mario at his head, the twins usually at his legs, Bruno and Nino at his shoulders, in a position to hold, but with never any need to hold at this stage. Then there was someone kneeling between his legs, convenient for massaging, and perfect for sex. The massager almost always became very obviously excited, but still they waited. They took turns, moving around a little. When it was time, they'd be taking turns. They'd even set the order, teasing themselves by telling each other how it would be. Someone else always had a massage as well, sometimes more than one. Bellamy had to accept it as normal.
When Bellamy was sent to bed afterward, there was always a great urgency in their lovemaking. Bellamy had a beautiful build. He was tanned dark, except for his bottom, which was pale, untouched by the sun. And he had hardly any body hair, which was a contrast to their own bodies, and made him seem younger and very much more desirable. Even the long white scar on his back somehow added to his attraction. And when he lay prone before them, bottom raised by the bolster he lay on, eyes closed as instructed, it was very hard to be restrained. The image haunted their dreams, and Bellamy was taken a hundred times in their fantasies.
Every evening now, Taddeo or Silvio would massage him to climax, sometimes taking him in their mouths instead. He never seemed to quite enjoy it, but he began to accept it. The warmth of his friends was too important to him. He did what they wanted. In the spa, every time, he was caressed, and penetrated, only by gentle fingers in the spa, but once out of the water, lubricant gel was used, and a small dildo that Bruno bought specifically for the purpose. Bruno was very big, and even experienced men were often reluctant to accept him without some gentle buildup. Poor Bruno had to submit to penetration probably six times as often as he was permitted to penetrate. Not that he didn't get enjoyment either way, but all of them preferred to be on top when possible.
Angelo and Bruno were undertaking some additional training of Bellamy as well, out of the sight of Mario. They wanted to ensure the total effectiveness of a firm tone when needed. They were going to have him, and have him soon, but they didn't want Mario stopping them just because he might be a bit reluctant at first. They were sure he'd soon get used to it. And Mario was very soft with him. So now Bellamy found himself taken ashore more frequently, especially by Angelo and Bruno. And they made sure that at least once on an excursion, they would use that firm tone to stop him doing something he wanted to do.
There were opportunities on ship, too. Once he was harshly rebuked, and the affection apparently withdrawn when he objected after he was allowed to do just one lap in the pool, and then was told he had to get out. He turned vague and trembled a while, but next time, when they did the same thing, he did exactly as ordered, and was rewarded with their praise and with hugs to reinforce the lesson. He had to do what he was told.
Bruno was especially concerned to have him obedient. No matter how he tried to be gentle, he was just too big, and often hurt the others. Silvio had pulled away just the other day, swearing, and then he'd had to be satisfied with being the recipient. When it came time, he wanted Bellamy quiet and obedient, not daring to object just because he might be hurt a little. He sometimes had fantasies of just shoving it in as Bellamy was firmly held down by the others - no preparation, no warning. But that was just a fantasy born out of the frustration of always having to be so careful.
He manufactured another situation that would provoke an objection from Bellamy, and then rebuked him harshly when he achieved the desired result. He put on a bit of an show, acting as if he was very angry. Bellamy stared vaguely into the distance, and after a while, asked if he was going to be whipped.
Bruno stared at him, mouth open, suddenly remembering three parallel scars on his right side. Had he really been whipped once? He went to him to reassure, bitterly regretting his feigned anger when Bellamy flinched from him. And that evening in the spa, he held him longer than usual, wanting to be trusted again. But Bellamy didn't seem to hold a grudge, and Bruno wasn't even sure whether he remembered the incident. He was still so vague sometimes.
Uberto had been wondering about their progress. No-one was saying much, but a quiet rumour had spread that they were using the spa a lot. One day, he grinned slyly at Angelo, and said, "You know, he's almost certainly not had his annual REF injection." Angelo hadn't thought about it. But Uberto was right. No-one worried about venereal infections these days, as they were all protected, but they suspected enough of Bellamy's past life to know that the routine injection had almost certainly not been done. And they couldn't go ahead if he'd not had his REF shot.
When Bellamy was happy and relaxed in the spa was the time to try and talk to him. They were more likely to get sensible answers then.
"When did you last have your REF shot, Henry?" asked Mario.
"I don't know," said Bellamy vaguely.
"Do you know what a REF shot is, Henry?" asked Angelo.
"No," answered Bellamy.
"It means that you don't get sick," said Angelo. "We all have to have an injection every year."
Bellamy was alarmed. "No! I can't have an injection. Injections make you go to sleep, and then people do awful things to you. I'm not having an injection!" It must have been one of the first times that he'd had one of his trembling attacks in the spa. It needed a lot of soothing and reassurances before he settled down again. They didn't promise he wouldn't have an injection, though. He had to have his REF.
Uberto's help was sought. He was pleased to help, although surprised that they were taking so long to get the boy broken in. He'd assumed they'd done it long since. But if he helped, there might be a chance they'd let him use him too. He'd seen him in the swimming pool sometimes. He was beautiful.
Bellamy's reaction to the thought of an injection had been extreme. They certainly didn't want him fighting, so tranquilliser was sprinkled on his meal. He didn't touch the food. When queried, he said that he didn't like it. They thought there must be a taste, although Uberto said it was tasteless.
Uberto supplied them with a different powder, that could be put in his drink. He took a sip, then left it.
"Have your drink, Henry," said Angelo. And when he pushed it away, he said very firmly, "You have to have your drink!"
Bellamy's gaze was wandering now, and he started to rise to his feet. The firm order was repeated, but he became only more upset, beginning to shake and his gaze becoming more desperate. Mario took him in his arms, and told him that he didn't have to have the drink if he didn't want to.
They used simple force then. He had to have the injection. Mario said he couldn't do it, and it was Bruno and Angelo who took him to Uberto, and held him very firmly as Uberto approached from behind, the syringe concealed, before jabbing it into his arm. He didn't fight, but sobbed instead in the arms of Bruno, watched with some contempt by Uberto. What a pitiful object. It didn't stop him wanting him.
Bellamy was better after a while when he realised that he wasn't going to sleep, and no-one was doing horrible and painful things to him. They didn't ask him what had been done to him in the past. He'd been upset enough. And in the night, he woke them all by screaming, and thrashing in his bed, trying to escape from something in his dreams. It was the first time since he'd been taken into bed with Mario that he didn't sleep quietly.
It was getting closer. Mario put another obstacle in their way. He said that Bellamy had to be told exactly what they wanted to do. Angelo protested. Surely it would be better if they just did it one day, on the massage table when he was most relaxed. Angelo thought he should not be too much warned. They compromised in the end, and one evening, as gentle hands caressed Bellamy in the spa, and Angelo held him close, Angelo told him to watch Nino and Taddeo. Nino, who was the smallest built of them, and least threatening, caressed Taddeo, who held the massage table, and leaned over in front of him.
Nino was a bit self conscious, and his erection was even less impressive than normal. A good thing, thought the onlookers. No-one could be frightened of that. But Nino achieved penetration, forgot his onlookers, and thrust harder until both of the participants gave a cry of satisfaction. They hugged, and washed each other before re-entering the spa.
Bellamy was watching, accepting. They were so good to him. He didn't think he'd like it, but if they wanted Nino to have sex with him, he'd allow it. Angelo passed him over to Mario. They all liked to hold. It was a little like he was a baby, they all wanted a hold. Mario murmured to him, "Have you ever had sex like Nino and Taddeo?"
Bellamy answered, half dreamy, still very relaxed. Even the most intimate caressing never bothered him any more, only making him feel more treasured, more loved. "A man raped me once."
Mario was surprised. He seemed so innocent, but a man had raped him. But he pulled him a touch closer, and even dropped a kiss onto his head. "No-one will rape you here, I promise - and even if it hurt that time, it never, ever hurts normally."
Angelo asked curiously, "What happened to the man who raped you? Anything?"
And Bellamy replied, perfectly casually, "I killed him."
Caressing hands froze, before continuing, rather more cautiously. Angelo asked carefully, "How exactly did you kill him, Henry?" He wasn't sure that the boy could kill, although he suddenly remembered the crew of the Marchesa. The boy could fight. Usually, when Bellamy was questioned about his past, he became upset, but this time, he was dreamy, relaxed, and answered the question.
"I killed him with my mind. When I've had to kill, I've nearly always killed with my mind."
They were relieved. It was just one of those strange things Bellamy said sometimes. Who could really kill with their minds? But they put it off just a little longer.
There was an evening when Silvio was stroking him to climax, as Bruno used his dildo to gently penetrate. He no longer made any objection to either procedure. Nino was touching, too. Their Henry wasn't as big as Bruno, but he wasn't far behind. It wasn't in the plan, but Nino suddenly spoke, "You know, you can put it in somebody, if you want."
But Bellamy was horrified, "I couldn't do that!" His erection melted away and he started to tremble. They coaxed him onto the massage table instead, and Bruno knelt between his legs, and started the gentle rubbing that was so soothing.
There was some nagging, but Mario still refused to admit that it might be time. They all so much desired him, and he was perfectly accepting now, doing what he was told, submitting to all their intimate handling. There had been no more sex in front of him since Nino had demonstrated, and Angelo suspected he might have forgotten that, as he'd forgotten the near rape in the hold of the Marchesa.
Bruno bumped his erect penis against his thighs and buttocks, as he massaged. But even when he rubbed it against Bellamy's inner thigh, where there was a faint, whitened scar, Bellamy just lay relaxed on the table. Bruno knew it was time, and looked an appeal at Mario. Mario shook his head. Soon, but Nino would go first, the small one, not Bruno. Nino, then Angelo, a little bigger, Bruno, then the twins, and last of all, himself. He wanted to be last, almost as a symbolic act, covering the traces of the others. Bellamy was his special friend, even though all would share, especially on that first evening, when he would truly become one of them.
As if it was a part of the massage, most nights, fingers rubbed the lubricant into his bottom. Fingers, and sometimes the dildo, were used to penetrate. Meantime, always, someone was at his head, caressing his forehead, smoothing hair, telling him to close his eyes, to relax. Gentle, soothing words. Bruno teased himself, touching his penis to where he wanted to insert it. God, he wanted it. It'd only take a second, and he'd be in whether Mario and Angelo said he was allowed or not. Silvio put a restraining hand on his thigh, and he groaned and pulled back, suddenly spurting all over the bottom so tempting in front of him. Bellamy started to raise his head, but Mario told him to just lie still. It was nothing. But later that night, he finally agreed it was time. The next evening.
***chapter end***