DIGITAL BOYS

by Tad

PART C2: Bench Warmer

PREFACE

Life issues are often compounded by the omnipresence of the dissolute among us bent upon exploiting the greyness of humanity for selfish ends. Such abuses incite the quick evaporation of any gains towards tolerance while the dissolute remain impunible…

This is a fairly long study and does meet the basic Archive ‘requirement’ with the tags being seriously accurate…consider yourself advised. It is dedicated to the innumerable young casualties who have, for a myriad of reasons, been either denied a choice or silenced forever by the conjunctive forces of selfish abusers and categorically flawed social misconceptions.

Finally please note the situations herein depicted could easily be recognizable within any given community. Rest assured any such similarity is purely and absolutely co-incidental. Furthermore if you or your community lacks tolerance for studies that delve into variant human sexualities, the greater wisdom would be to seek other reading material.

CHAPTER 6: SHOULD HAVE BEEN A BENCH WARMER

During the season leading to the championship, it would be Jimmie that insisted Lesley be included as a player and as a teammate. Jimmie considered himself blessed to be a natural shooter knowing full well many of his teammates had to work diligently at the hoop. He also knew how lonesome he’d have been if Leif hadn’t taken an interest in him…and Jimmie was thankful. Jimmie further considered that Lesley might not have been such a jerk if people would be more compassionate to the miserable kid. So he reached out to Lesley. And when the team occasionally fell into foul trouble, having Lesley at least not dropping the ball or committing grievous errors turned out to be a good thing.

But for all the kindness bestowed upon him, Lesley would not relinquish his desire to subjugate. What frustrated him the most about Jimmie was that Jimmie was not only the ‘star’ player, but he was a nice kid and cute as well. It was not uncommon for Lesley to comment about Jimmie to his chat room acquaintance Rocky.

ROCKY: No one is that perfect. I think you’re jealous.

LESLEY: I am not. If you saw him, you would understand.

ROCKY: So send me a picture already.

LESLEY: I would but the one’s I took on my cell phone are crappy.

ROCKY: Pictures are a waste anyway. Videos are better.

LESLEY: I thought about doing that but it’s a bit risky.

ROCKY: Timing is everything. Figure out his habits and then make your move.

A few days later, Lesley brought in the suggested video camera hiding it in his gym locker. He had discovered Jimmie was prone to talking with the coach about game strategy often ending up the last one in the shower. Two weeks before the championship game the perfect opportunity presented itself. Jimmie was later than usual and believed the locker room to be empty other than for the coach in his office and custodian mopping the gym floor. Sweated from the practice, Jimmie wanted a shower but he was also feeling a little ‘sensitive’. He did consider ‘taking care of things’ but for Jimmie, the act of masturbation continued to be a little weird…or possibly even a little gay. Instead he far preferred a visit to Leif’s house…a place the boy always felt comfortable doing the private stuff.

His things spread across the bench and his locker open, Jimmie didn’t even bother with a towel and walked unclothed to the showers. The boy first washed himself using the soap from the dispenser on the wall…and then used the soap to lubricate his hand. It seemed his now partly stiffening penis was reminding the boy of what he and Leif would occasionally do in the shower together. For a half minute, the boy allowed the middle finger of his hand to slide up his own anus. Then Jimmie abruptly stopped…touching oneself in the school locker room was way too weird. His sensitive penis would definitely just have to wait for Leif.

Lesley crept carefully to an angled position near the entrance to the shower area so as not to be seen. He recorded Jimmie’s shower but could only catch the boy’s back, butt and just a little of his side. Frustrating as it was to Lesley, Jimmie’s genitals were never in view of the camera. As for Jimmie, he had no idea that Lesley had taken the video recording which was then sent onto Rocky.

ROCKY: That’s one hot video.

LESLEY: See what I mean. Other than his pecker, he’s damn near perfect and nobody deserves to be that lucky.

ROCKY: His dick ain’t on the video. What’s the matter with it?

LESLEY: His foreskin’s been cut off.

ROCKY: I don’t know if that makes him less than perfect but if he ever ends up in the county klink on my watch, I’m gonna do more than just stick a finger up that hot virgin ass.

LESLEY: So you work at the county jail.

ROCKY: I told you that already. I’m a guard in juvenile.

It’s amazing what people reveal over the internet. Rocky had not told Lesley where he worked. And now Lesley also knew Rocky was an adult. On the other hand, Rocky didn’t have to worry much based upon the video just received.

ROCKY: Maybe you could set this bitch up for a fall. If his sweet ass ends up in my jail, I’ll make it worth your time.

LESLEY: The only things I want from Jimmie are his balls in a jar.

ROCKY: So that’s the bitch’s name. If I get his ass, I’ll arrange for you to have his balls. Think about it.

Lesley signed off with Rocky to find his head was spinning. The thought of perhaps having some kid’s balls, especially Jimmie’s, sitting on his shelf was mind blowing. Still he felt guilty for he could not deny that Jimmie had never been anything but kind to him…kindness he knew he’d never show if the positions were reversed. To dispose of his guilt though, he would need an excuse. And he considered looking for one but his waning conscience was still strong enough to push the thought out of his mind.

The championship game was a tough game with two evenly matched excellent teams pitted against each other. Jimmie’s team ran into foul trouble during the second half. The coach was forced to put Lesley in the game where he missed three easy unguarded shots from the corner. The other team quickly realized it would be a waste of manpower to guard Lesley as the hairy kid couldn’t shoot. Nevertheless Lesley provided adequate defense and could pass the ball fairly well.

Hanging on until the last seconds, Jimmie’s team was down by one point but did possess the ball on the sideline. Lesley was wide open and again unguarded in the corner but Jimmie’s teammate passed the ball into Jimmie who was double-teamed. If Lesley could shoot, it would have made sense for Jimmie to then pass the ball to the wide-open player for the final shot. But Lesley had already demonstrated he could not make the shot so Jimmie squirmed, dribbled, faked, turned then hit his jump shot with nothing but net.

It was an exciting finish to an awesome game. But Lesley felt like the goat as he saw Jimmie become the instant hero of the team. If Jimmie had only passed the ball to him, he could have been the hero. And he was open too. Instead, it seemed like Jimmie was hogging the ball and the glory. Lesley chose not to remember he had already missed the same shot several times…and probably would have missed it then too. He also chose to ignore that he had played better than expected during the team’s foul difficulty to keep the score close. But mostly he turned his back on the fact that if had not been for Jimmie, Lesley probably would have been nothing more than an ignored bench warmer.

Lesley did not go the championship celebration that night opting for a chat with Rocky instead. Lesley now had his excuse for shredding what remained of his conscience.

LESLEY: So how would one set someone up?

ROCKY: You mean Jimmie the bitch. You really do want those balls, huh?

LESLEY: Something like that. How?

ROCKY: Easy pal. Take the hand-grip off a pistol, show it to the bitch in school and make sure he gets his fingerprints on it. Put the pistol back together, stick it in his schoolbag then tell a teacher. He’ll be locked in the adult wing juvenile block in seconds.

LESLEY: That’s where you work.

ROCKY: Brain surgeon, aren’t you?

LESLEY: But I don’t have a pistol.

ROCKY: That can be arranged. The rest of the details are yours and I don’t want to know any of them.

LESLEY: What’s in it for you?

ROCKY: The first piece of ass.

Rocky had more to gain than the first rape. Jimmie was cute and pimping the kid would generate significant bucks. Furthermore, he and a few other guards had a deal with the warden to create pornography of the juveniles for overseas web outlets. They’d put the juveniles in extreme positions under the guise of a body cavity search. Pictures of the young and innocent Jimmie would command a high price. And if Lesley wanted to castrate the bitch, those pictures would be ‘off-the-chart’ valuable. A few days later, Lesley would have the pistol.

Jimmie innately knew Lesley was unhappy about the game. Yet Jimmie did what was best for the team at the time and given the talents of the players involved in that last second decision. Lesley was not swayed by the euphoria of the win and remained sullen for the next few days. At the end of the week, Lesley seemed to lighten up and called Jimmie over to show the boy something.

“Hi Lesley, what’s up? And what’s with the gloves?”

“I’ve got a rash on my hands, that’s all. Here check this out.”

“What is it?” asked Jimmie turning the object over in his hands.

“I’m not sure,” Lesley lied, “I thought you might know.”

“I don’t but it doesn’t look like something you should have in school.”

The other oddity that occurred during the week following the championship game was that Jimmie’s thick history book disappeared. The boy was normally quite careful with his schoolbooks and was annoyed when he could not find the book. His teacher though gave him a temporary replacement.

Note: Continued in Chapter Seven ~ Reprieve