Disclaimer: Harry Potter and his world belong to J. K. Rowling

Note: sex scenes in Part 2 of this story.

Part 2/ Chapter 14

The day that he was to be made a full member of their group, Bellamy received more tender touching than ever before. There was always someone with him, someone working close, and at meals, he was surrounded by his group. There was an excitement within them, but Bellamy didn't seem to detect anything out of the ordinary.

They were unhurried, even now, in the spa. The relaxing hot water soothed, and voices were gentle, undemanding. There was hardly any general talk. Bellamy was unpredictable sometimes, becoming upset at odd things. They didn't want him upset tonight. Instead there was just the warm holding. They each wanted a turn tonight, as they'd have a turn a little later. And then there was the touching, becoming more intimate, until he was aroused, and the fingers moved over his bottom, inserting gently. And most of them wanted to do that, too. Meantime, voices soothed. He was being so good, he was loved, he was making his friends very happy.

Bellamy was not being hurt, and he no longer felt any uneasiness at what they did. It made them happy.

The next step was always the same. They wanted him to stand, and Mario or one of the others would hold him as he was brought to climax. The gel was caressed into his bottom, and as Silvio used his mouth on his penis, Bruno tenderly, gently, eased the small dildo into his body. There was no resistance, physical or emotional. His body was now accustomed to the penetration, and Bellamy was accepting of all that they did. They always hugged and showed joy when he climaxed. Bellamy didn't understand, but he didn't object. They could do what they wanted. They loved him, and he wanted to please them.

He was urged onto the massage table. There had been no-one else ahead of him this time, though there usually was. But there were to be six men, and even if no-one took very long, it still took time. The bolster under his pelvis, raising his bottom. Arms down by his sides, in a position that would make it more difficult to use his elbows to raise himself. Legs spread wide. He lay his head down, looking to the side, but then closing his eyes as he was told.

Mario stood beside the high table, and stroked his forehead, talking to him in the gentle, soothing voice that he scarcely heard. After the spa, after being made to climax, he was relaxed, and the skilful massage that Nino was giving him only relaxed him more. For fifteen minutes, muscles were gently kneaded, and his body stroked. Angelo was at his right side, a gentle hand on his shoulder, the other stroking down his arm. Bruno on the other side, did likewise. Taddeo had a hand on his upper thigh, and his other stroking up and down his leg. Silvio was on the other side. Bellamy had the undivided attention of six men, touching, stroking, loving. But they could also hold down, if needed.

Mario left him a moment, and handed something to Nino. He didn't even open his eyes. The gel had been warmed, and was caressed into his bottom, warmly, intimately. The dildo was again used. It was a small one, smaller than an erect penis, even Nino's.

Nino was pleased that he was small, although in his acute excitement, he was possibly bigger at this moment than he'd ever been. But his size had given him the privilege of being first. It was finally time. Nino did what they'd all been longing to do for months; he pressed his erect penis fully into their boy. Only then did Mario say in a caressing tone, "Nino is going to make love with you, now, Henry."

Gently, gently, Nino started rhythmically thrusting. Bellamy was not trying to move, although a slight frown had appeared, and his eyes were open.

"All you have to do is lie still, and you'll make Nino very happy," Mario was saying, still in that gentle, reassuring tone. Nino continued, not wanting to finish too soon. He was going to make the most of it. The others were desperately wanting their own turns, but discipline persisted, and hands gently held arms and legs, hands that could turn instantly into restraints preventing escape.

Nino finally finished, leaning panting over Bellamy for a moment, before pulling out. Bellamy started to get up, and hands immediately tightened on him. "No, no, Henry! You can't get up yet! It's Angelo's turn."

Bellamy said, "I want to get up. I don't like it."

Mario was firm. "You have to lie still. Angelo is going to make love with you." Angelo was already on the table, kneeling between his legs.

"I don't like it," said Bellamy, but he said it sadly, and stopped trying to rise from the table. Angelo was as gentle as Nino. Bellamy was not being hurt, and yet tears were beginning to trace gently down his face.

When Angelo finished, he again tried to rise, and Mario looked rather desperately at Angelo. Mario found it hard to be firm with his boy, but Angelo took his place, and Mario went to his shoulder instead, to take the place of Bruno. Angelo told Bellamy very firmly that he had to be still. It was just tonight, and then he would be truly one of them. "You want to be one of us," he was told, Angelo prudently not putting it in the form of a question. All the hands were firm on his body now. They'd come this far, they would not be stopping.

Eyes were on Bruno. His erection was impressive, and even Nino and Angelo who'd already had their turn, found a renewed excitement as they watched. As long as Bellamy lay still, there was a gentle, loving voice telling him how good he was. Silvio put out a hand to touch, as the tip of the large penis pressed in, having to push harder than the others had, making the muscles stretch further. Bruno groaned, almost a growl. He'd wanted this so long. But he remembered, slowly, gently.

For the first time, Bellamy was hurt a little, but it was not the hurt of a too-large penis that caused Bellamy's tears. Somewhere, deep inside him, there was a new wound to the spirit. He didn't know why it hurt, but it hurt. He should have been able to do such a small thing, and Angelo kept saying that it was a small thing, that he had to do it for his friends, that he was making them very happy. And Angelo said, "We look after you, you have to do this for us because we look after you."

And Bellamy's sad voice replied that he didn't think he wanted to be looked after any more. He was ignored. No-one dreamed of stopping now

. There wouldn't be all of them mostly, of course, but this first time was like an initiation. He had to have all of them this first time.

Bruno finished, and Mario checked gently for injuries. Bruno was so big, but there was no blood, no apparent injury. The twins were supposed to go next, and Bellamy was again having to be restrained. He wasn't fighting, just making moves as if to get up from the table. Again Angelo was being firm, almost severe. He was to do what he was told, he was not being hurt.

Mario couldn't wait, and said, "Me, next?" Angelo nodded. Maybe it was a good idea. He might not resist Mario as much as someone else. And when he told Bellamy that it was Mario, and that Mario was his special friend and loved him, Bellamy did lie still again, accepting it better. He'd heard the steam train noises of Mario before, this time it was his own body that he puffed over.

"Is that all?" Bellamy asked Angelo, piteously, when Mario sagged over his body, feeling a fulfilment and utter contentment.

"Just the twins," Angelo soothed him, stroking his head. "Just the twins, and then that's all."

Bellamy lay still, no longer resisting, letting his friends do what they wanted to do. But tears still trickled.

He was finally helped down from the table, and stared vacantly into the distance as he was hugged, surrounded with warmth and cuddles, then washed, and six men also washed themselves. They went back into the spa, then. They were happy, contented. It had gone very well. Bellamy had scarcely resisted, he'd not been hurt, and he showed no resentment now, as he was held tenderly by one of them after another. They chose to take no notice of his gentle trembling, and the tears that traced their way down his face. A novice was often a little upset the first time, and of course, it hadn't been just one. From now on, they'd probably just do it one at a time, and Mario, of course, probably every night in bed, with the privilege of a special friend. As Angelo had suggested a long time ago, it would be no trouble as he lay there naked, just to urge him onto his front, and take him as he chose.

They were late that night, as they kept Bellamy in the spa longer than usual, wanting him to stop trembling and look happy again. They refused to acknowledge that he might be very profoundly upset.

He went to bed with Mario that night without any problem, and lay in his arms, sharing the warmth of that so comforting, big, furry body. But he lay awake a long time, and hours later, he still trembled, although he no longer cried. Mario began to be concerned.

Mario was more concerned the following day, when he didn't touch his meals, and still trembled a large part of the time. He'd become a lot more vague too, twice having to be brought back when he wandered off, apparently aimlessly. Angelo had to talk hard to convince Mario that they shouldn't just give up. They just had to persist a little. He'd soon be used to it, and be happy again. But only Nino would have him that evening. Just one a night, until he started accepting it, as he'd accepted all the steps on the way. And Mario's suggestion that he be given a break was dismissed. Once brought to this point, they would lose everything if they allowed him to think he could stop it happening just by missing a few meals. He was like a child, said Bruno, sometimes a little discipline was needed.

Mario was silent. There was something in what they said, and besides, Mario wanted him again, too. He thought it a hopeful sign that Bellamy still accepted their caresses. He didn't shrink from any of them, not even Bruno, who might have hurt him.

But when it came time to go to the spa-room, Bellamy held back, protesting tearfully. Angelo had to be very firm before he walked properly with them. Angelo would be handling him from now on. Mario was too soft, and knew he was too soft.

In the spa, he was handed to Nino. Nino would be having him tonight, the smallest, least threatening. Just one. No matter how much the rest of them wanted, it was just to be Nino. One a night for a time, until he was more accepting. They kept telling him it was just to be one, but they were not at all sure he was taking anything in.

Nino stroked and gentled him, trying to relax him in the soothing environment of bubbling hot water. He was trembling again, and was silent, not looking at anybody. But he didn't resist as Nino's caresses became more intimate.

Nino finally said, "You have a go, Taddeo, I can't get him up." Taddeo's knowing hands were no more effective, but they proceeded to the gentle penetration of fingers anyway. He must be properly prepared; he absolutely must not be hurt. Mario was insistent on that point, and it was good policy in any case. They wanted him accepting, so they could use him when they wanted, as often as they wanted.

Bellamy looked around desperately as if for escape, as they urged him out of the spa, and for a moment, they were afraid he'd start to fight. They didn't bother trying to make him climax, Angelo saying they'd try it afterward, when he was more relaxed. Instead, he was pushed into position on the massage table, Angelo having to be very firm. He was crying again, not sobbing, just those gentle tears tracing down his face. And still, he trembled.

Nino massaged again, trying to relax him. Hands held him firmly. Nino was feeling guilty, but the excitement took over once he started rubbing in the warmed gel, and using the dildo in preparation. He couldn't see Bellamy's face, and chose not to remember that he cried. Just once, Bellamy tried to revolt, but Angelo's voice took on a very firm note, and four men's hands constrained him. They were his friends, and he could not fight them. He sighed and lay down his head. They were relieved, and Nino began the act that may not have hurt Bellamy, but yet hurt him very much indeed.

Afterward, he was helped down from the massage table, hugged and praised for his good behaviour, and then, Mario holding him, Taddeo again tried to arouse some excitement. He should feel it as sexual, too. Bellamy just stared into the distance, trembling, and tears still ran. They gave up after a while, and just washed him before he was urged back into the spa.

Nino held him a long time, feeling him trembling. He wondered if he should have done it, but a renewed tingling made him aware that he'd do it straightaway again if he could. And he dropped a kiss on the head and held him a little tighter. He'd get used to it in a while.

After having just the one man, and very gentle, Mario thought that Bellamy would be better. But he slept badly again, and the following day made no moves to eat. Even when strongly urged, he only raised a spoonful and put it down again. He wasn't doing it deliberately to play up, as Bruno suggested. He couldn't eat. He'd become very vague and no longer spoke.

There was to be Angelo that evening, and again, they tried to get him aroused, Angelo cuddling him close in the spa, and murmuring to him soothingly. But they were unable to produce any sexual response in him at all, for all their skilful manipulation.

He looked around in panic as they urged him toward the massage table, protesting, crying, pulling back. Mario held him close a moment, his big hand cradling his boy's head to his chest. But it was only a moment, and it was Mario who said sternly, "No more nonsense now, Henry! Do as you're told!"

Once they had Bellamy in position on the table, Bruno stayed at his head to talk to him - to praise him when he lay still, to soothe and reassure, or to keep him under control when needed. Mario was too soft, and when Bellamy moved suddenly, fretfully, Bruno told him very severely, almost harshly, that he had to do as he was told, he had to lie still. Mario looked away, but he, too, had tightened his grip at that movement. Bellamy no longer relaxed into the massage, just lay tense and trembling.

Angelo was very gentle, as they all had been, and they thought that surely he'd accept it better now. Only one, and he wasn't being hurt. And in the spa, afterward, Angelo held him with tenderness, and told him that - they were not hurting him.

Bellamy stared into the distance, and after a while, said, very quietly and sadly, "I am hurt."

That night, the distressed mutterings in his sleep were again heard, and Mario held him gently, and felt for him. But no-one else thought they should stop. Just one each night, and he'd soon get accustomed to it. Novices were often a little upset just at first. They wanted him too much to give up easily, and once they stopped, they'd certainly never get him to the point again.

Bruno and Taddeo were with him the following day, when he stood at the railings staring at the coast in the distance. He put a foot on the railing, and then the other. Bruno, suddenly alarmed, grabbed him and pulled him down. But Bruno was to be tonight, and Taddeo wanted him again, too. They said nothing to Angelo, and especially not Mario. They kept a very careful eye on him, though, from then on.

When they took off his clothes that evening in the spa-room, Mario caressed ribs and remarked, "He's getting too thin."

Bellamy was not eating, and trembled almost continuously. There had been such a deterioration in him that a couple felt they should stop. He seemed undeniably feeble-minded now, although they'd begun to think it was something quite different wrong with him, a 'crazy man,' like he said himself, perhaps. But Angelo insisted that he'd soon get used to it and be happy again. Sex was good. He would learn to enjoy it.

Once in the spa, Bellamy was told to go to Bruno, who would hold him a while. Bruno held him tenderly and caressed his body. And Bruno wiped away the tears, and tried to soothe him with a gentle voice. Bellamy dropped his head against Bruno's shoulder, and Bruno held him a touch closer.

He gave less trouble this time, even though he still trembled, and his face still ran with tears. But Angelo kissed his cheek as he lay on the table, and talked to him with gentle voice and caressing hand. Mario, along with everyone else, held him firmly. They were unhappy that he still trembled and cried, but doubts were put aside when they saw Bruno preparing to enter his body. The big man penetrating the boy they all so much desired was too much for them. And they told themselves again that novices were often a little upset just at first, and that Bellamy would have to start eating again soon. No-one starved themselves to death when food was available.

Mario was no exception. He'd come so close to taking him the previous night, without any careful preparation, just pushing him on his front, and raping him. They still maintained to themselves that what they were doing was not rape; seduction maybe. Once Bruno was finished, Mario said that he was going to have a go, too, although Angelo shook his head at the twins when they put in a claim. Bellamy just lay still, as his friends did what they wanted to do.

But afterward, he sobbed bitterly in Mario's arms, and could not be comforted. And that night he screamed in a nightmare, and later slipped out of bed, and would have left the room if Bruno hadn't had the door locked. He paced a while then, until Mario first took him to the toilet, pretending to himself that was all that was needed, and then took him back to bed, and held him close as he trembled and cried.

That was enough. And Mario told the others early the next morning. No more. His boy was not getting accustomed to it, and he was not allowing anyone to do anything to him any more. And he told Bellamy that they wouldn't be going to the spa-room that night. He wasn't sure whether Bellamy had taken it in, though. He'd become so vague, as if he lived somewhere else.

The next day was the same as the days before. Bellamy still stared away at nothing, wandered off when not watched, and was pulled away from the railings. At meal times, when urged, he might pick up a fork, but would then put it down again. Mario took him to bed early, but Bellamy started to shake more and more as the time came when they usually took him to the spa-room.

At last Mario guessed his fear, and reassured him again. "We're not going to the spa-room tonight, Henry."

"Not?"

"Not," Mario answered firmly, and at last, the trembling started to die away. Mario's body was still warm and comforting for him, and he still wriggled his own body just a little closer in an innocent action that Mario always found so devastatingly sexual. He'd had him twice now, but only seemed to want him more. But the big man begged Bruno for aid instead, when he found himself unable to sleep, too much filled with wanting.

Each day, he had to reassure Bellamy that they would not be going to the spa-room that day. A few of the others did, playing as if it was their Henry on the massage table, even holding him down as the man on the table pretended to resist. Bruno got himself into trouble with Silvio, when his fantasy took over, and he was far too vigorous. And even though no others held him, Silvio discovered that he couldn't throw him off when in that vulnerable position. At least Bruno was quick.

He was very apologetic afterward, but wasn't forgiven until the following night, when he had to get onto the table himself, and was used, one by one, by the other five. And Bruno discovered that he didn't like it much either, not after the first couple. He put up with it. Silvio had bled and was still sore. So Bruno lay on the table and made reparation.

It all added to the excitement, but they still wanted the traumatised boy. They felt a little aggrieved, too. They'd tried so hard to make it a gentle and easy seduction, and now he was acting as if he'd been violated! Except that he still accepted their touching - if they still felt like touching. Some felt as if they'd been cheated.

Bellamy was finally beginning to eat again. Mario was very relieved. He hadn't liked seeing him so thin, looking too much like the terrified boy he'd first met.

Uberto had been observing from a distance, and although it had not been discussed, had a fair idea of what was happening.

When Angelo sat alone, Uberto joined him, and asked how it was going. Angelo said briefly, "Given up."

Uberto asked for more details. Angelo was quite thoroughly annoyed. After all their careful planning, after having a massage table specially made for the project, they'd had to give it up. He saw Mario's point - the boy had taken it very badly, although for no good reason that he could see.

"Why don't you try tranquilliser?" casually asked Uberto. "He'll feel all dreamy, won't resist, and probably won't even remember in the morning." He added, looking at where Mario sat with Bellamy not far away, "He needs a dose of tranquilliser every day in any case. He trembles too much!"

Angelo was considering it, but then said, "You know what he was like with the REF injection. How would we get it into him?"

"A tablet every morning, and just tell him he has to take it," suggested Uberto. "Get him into a nicely tranquillised state, then bring him to me for an injection just for the first night, and you can all have him again."

Angelo consulted with Bruno. Bruno thought that it was worth another try, and he added, "I've gone hard just thinking about having him again." Angelo grinned. It was a bit like that with him, too. The twins had only had him once each, and definitely wanted another chance. Nino, too. But when Angelo put it to Mario, it was only to suggest that a small dose of tranquilliser every day might do wonders for Bellamy, who was still a very long way from his normal self. Mario nodded regretfully. They'd done a lot of harm.

The others knew to keep ultimate plans quiet, and only commented on Bellamy's improvement after he was supposedly taking the tablets. But Bellamy didn't like tablets. He apparently took each as ordered, and then surreptitiously spat them out afterward. He was getting better, but it was only because each day Mario reassured him that he would not be going to the spa-room that day.

After ten days' daily dose of tablets, and after Bruno, Nino and all the others had deliberately and consistently refused Mario his requests for sex, Mario was more amenable to the idea of having another go. Uberto would have to have a go too, in return for the drugs, which, he said, he could get into trouble for taking. But even this Mario agreed to, when Uberto explained that Bellamy would be almost asleep, would almost certainly forget what had occurred, and yet be in a happy, dreamy state that would allow him to feel it as something good, and accept it more easily every night.

Mario wanted to be persuaded. He still resisted the temptation to take the boy as he slept beside him, but he did, indeed, like all the rest, want him. There had been too much buildup. Each day's delay had only fed their desire, which had gone past sense or ethics.

Bellamy was quiet, vague. They thought he was tranquillised with the daily dose he'd been taking every morning. But when Bruno and Angelo held him tight, and Uberto administered an injection from behind, he spun around and knocked Uberto to the floor. Uberto stared at him with animosity, caressing his bruised face, but Bruno and Angelo had him again, and Angelo was rebuking him sternly. Uberto remembered what he'd shortly be doing to him, and he smiled.

Bellamy stumbled as they took him to the spa-room, supported by Mario on one side, and Bruno on the other. His head was spinning, and there had been a muscle relaxant component in the drug that Uberto had chosen, as well. There would be no need for gentle preparation for penetration. He would be already sufficiently relaxed.

Uberto was already there, waiting. He was to go first. But Bellamy gave a cry of rage and fought to get at him. Uberto ducked back, and Mario and Bruno forcibly turned Bellamy away. Uberto had a quick word with Angelo, and then vanished out the door.

Angelo waited at the door for his return as Bellamy was undressed, still protesting. His knees were buckling and he was becoming quieter now that Uberto was not in sight.

Uberto returned, but hung back, out of Bellamy's vision. Mario and Bruno held an arm each, supporting the drugged boy. Angelo took Mario's place, and said to Bruno, "Hold him firmly now!" and he turned his head, and nodded to Uberto. At the new pinprick in his bottom, Bellamy managed to tear away from Bruno and hit out at Uberto, but only grazing him and falling down himself, unbalanced, uncoordinated. Uberto stood, smiling, looking down at him, but Mario gathered his boy up in his arms and cradled him, trying to reassure him that no-one was going to hurt him.

"About fifteen minutes for maximum effect," said Uberto, "And he's had a strong dose now, it'll last several hours." Uberto was smiling. They could each have as many goes as they wanted. It would make no difference to Bellamy, who'd be almost comatose.

Mario gave him a look of hostility and he and Bruno helped Bellamy into the spa. Mario cradled his boy gently and murmured soothingly as Bellamy put a tired head on his chest and closed his eyes. The big hand gently stroked his head, soothing, reassuring. But hidden under the bubbling water, Mario had as large an erection as anyone but Bruno.

Bellamy seemed all but unconscious when they tried to get him out of the water, and Mario carried him over to the massage table, Bruno helping arrange limbs and get him into position. Uberto admired his position on the table, so available, so vulnerable. Mario's hand still gently stroked his head, and there were four men to hold.

"Perfect," Uberto smiled, and caressed the exposed, raised bottom. He was ready, but Angelo told him to wait, and quite tenderly smeared in the lubricant. Even in this state, Bellamy should not be hurt.

Uberto had no trouble with entry, but as he thrust, Bellamy started muttering and struggling.

"Hold him still!" Uberto panted, and Mario told Bellamy sternly that he had to be still. But then Uberto was pushing in harder and losing his rhythm as he climaxed. It hadn't taken long. Bellamy was trying to twist out of the grasp of those who held him, not starting to settle down until Uberto pulled out and was no longer in contact.

But Uberto reached out and caressed the bottom that he planned to have another go at shortly and Bellamy gave an incoherent cry of protest. He tried again to get up, held down firmly by the men, and further constrained by Angelo's firm voice telling him that he must lie still, he was only going to be massaged for a while until he settled down. Nino gave the best massage, and Nino was given the nod. Nino did as ordered, gently inducing a renewed state of relaxation, considerably helped by the double dose of tranquilliser.

By the time Nino entered him, Bellamy was apparently asleep, and made no protest when Nino was followed by Bruno, and then the twins. Mario took him then, and Angelo. He lay apparently relaxed, unmoving, but Mario suddenly noticed that tears were again trickling from his closed eyes. With a tender gesture, he wiped away the tears, and leaned over him, kissing his cheek, telling him he was being a very good boy. Bellamy made no movement.

"Seconds?" asked Uberto.

Mario said, "You upset him, I don't think you should come near."

Uberto frowned. "You wouldn't want it to get around, would you, what you're doing to an innocent boy?"

Mario looked at Angelo. Angelo said, "He's asleep. It makes no difference to him how many tonight."

Mario looked away, and Angelo nodded to Uberto. But as Uberto's hands started handling his body, Bellamy started fretting again. And as soon as Uberto started to penetrate, he heaved himself up from the table, in spite of the gripping hands, and tried to swing at him, but falling right off the table instead. He knelt on the floor for a moment, shaking his head, trying to clear away the dizziness and confusion. Uberto started to say something, but stopped at the cry of rage from Bellamy, and now Bellamy was trying to attack him again.

"Get out!" said Angelo, but Uberto only retreated to the far corner of the room. Bellamy held himself upright, holding onto the table, and moved his head, searching for Uberto. From his actions, they suspected he couldn't see very well. Sensibly, Uberto kept quiet.

Mario spoke quietly, gently, soothingly, telling him that Uberto was gone, and that only his friends were left, his friends who loved him. Even Mario was just the vaguest of blurs, but Bellamy said, "Mario?" in a slurred voice, and Mario took him again in his arms. He made no move to fight Mario, and didn't even resist when he was again laid across the bolster that raised his bottom ready for sex.

Bruno massaged him for a while, before, as gently as possible, entering, and thrusting to climax for a second time. The others followed, while Uberto watched hungrily.

Mario was the last, and again Bellamy was apparently asleep. They had to lift him from the table, and a gentle washer wiped away the traces of sex, Mario relieved to see that, after so many times, there was still no trace of injury, and then he was carefully handed down into the spa. They wanted to just hold him a while. It might wipe away the memory of rape, too, although none of them were yet ready to acknowledge that it might have been a rape.

Uberto slipped quietly into the spa as well, not speaking, as his voice might be the trigger for an attack. Bellamy was cradled by Mario for a while, but each of them wanted to hold and stroke. Bellamy made no objection, opening his eyes blearily sometimes, but just laying his head on a new shoulder, as they handed him on. Silently, Uberto held out his hands in an unmistakable request. Taddeo had him, and was hesitant. But Angelo wanted Uberto kept as happy as possible, and nodded.

Uberto thought it amazing that Bellamy was showing any signs of consciousness at all. One dose should have been enough, and he'd had two. For a little, Bellamy lay in the arms of Uberto, and Uberto stroked down his flanks, not touching him sexually which might disturb him, just gently admiring the beautiful build of the man, caressing the shoulders and upper arms, that showed the fine definition of strong muscle, without the ugly bulkiness of a muscle man.

Bellamy still had his eyes closed, but was beginning to frown, and Mario watched him uneasily, and held out his own hands, "Give him to me," he said, with some urgency in his voice.

Uberto hesitated, he wanted to hold him a little longer. Bellamy pulled himself more upright, shaking his head again, and looking around, but he was so obviously drug affected that they doubted whether he could see at all.

Mario stood, and took him from Uberto, cradling him again in his arms. Bellamy looked around again, squinting, but Mario touched his hand over his eyes, and said compellingly, "Go to sleep, Henry. You're with your friends, who love you." Uberto watched regretfully, but wasn't foolish enough to speak. Bellamy raised a hand and caressed the wet fur of Mario. It was Mario, whom he slept with, and he nestled against him and went to sleep.

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