It must have been the autors choice, placing Alex, Jason and Squirt in a place far in the future.

I have to respect his fantasy, as it is his story. But couldn’t they have lived in the old Rome, don’t we recognize them in our own situation, or are they real and alive, living at home with Loverboy. They are exactly that combination of respect and love that allows everything else between them to be good and normal. It is this powerful combination of true love and deep respect between people that keeps us attracted to his story.

Yeh loverboy, this is you, isn’t it. This is what love means to you. If you are jacking off like you say, there is only very little pre-cum. Somebody with a mind strong as yours doesn’t hang around, having his juices dripping all over. You keep it pretty clean in your fantasy. But your smell is okay. I wouldn’t say no to the game you had Alex have with Jason as they shared the bed first time. I am sure, you taste just as it should be.

Please LOVERBOY, keep writing, as my love for you grows with every part I read. Maybe, just maybe, one day you can catch me watching you, and it would feel so good to become your slave and friend forever. This story is again a part of me, for you, in return for your story. Please…..

Enjoy part 2 Hard lessons…..

You need to find me again at the beginning of this part? Easy, over there the fifteen year old boy, coming out of the church. I ‘m trying to hide something with my shirt.

Yeah, I’m crying and I don’t like people to see this. Together we walk behind his coffin, we take him from the church to the graveyard, about 1,5 km.

I failed. I couldn’t stop him. As I came back last time I understood a lot. Things I didn’t know before suddenly became very clear. If this was what he needed so much I was prepared to give it to him. But it just came to nothing. Maybe I was ready for it, but he was so scared, and closed by all the taboos he had learned, that he could only dream about it. He couldn’t set himself free from that dream anymore. It had just been going down for him, and he kept drinking. The last week he had to stay in the hospital, and as I asked to visit him, I got the answer that nobody needed any kids over there, the family had problems enough.

So I feel sad, and angry at the same time. He needed me, I had to say goodbye. Now it is to late. To him I can say nothing anymore. I need to cry, but I force myself to stop my tears.

This is nothing I want to share with the people around me. Maybe they don’t even care, they have never cared before, so why would they now? What the hell are they thinking of him.

They cannot hide their thoughts for me. I visit them one by one. The way is long enough and we are going slowly. It is terrible, I see pictures of him and me, doing something he never could. How dare they, he is dead, his hard hands cann’t teach them a lesson anymore. I come to one of the altar boys. He is thinking of coming back and water on my friends grave. Why, what the hell… I stay a little longer, I find out that it has nothing to do with my friend. This boy is sick, he is a pervert, seems to like walking around with a fantasy like that.

We are at the graveyard now, we need to say goodbye, they will sink the coffin after we leave.

Say goodbye, say goodbye, the hell with say goodbye. As I wanted to say goodbye, I was not allowed, and now there is no more need. He is gone, and I know how that works. He has his eternal live, that’s for sure but that doesn’t mean that he is still here, it’s over, he is gone, and just maybe he understood that it was me who wanted to visit him.

I’m standing next to the altar boy. I look at him and over to a big tree. He feels that I’m looking. He also looks at me, and I tell him that that tree seems to be a nice place to finish your water. He looks into my eyes just so stupid, I send him a movie. I souvenir him a fantasy, having him urinate on me. And I like it, I am coming out of my grave to kiss him.

We are moving, people suddenly seem to be in a hurry, after we walked here so slowly. At the gate, I see the young boy again, he is trying to hide something for the other people. His normal trousers are a bit longer as the altarboys dress. They are wet. Well done my friend, that’s realy a nice place to urinated.

Note

The young boy died, the first week he became eighteen. He got killed in a motorbike accident. I thank god, I had nothing to do with that. Even the boy could not be blamed, investigation showed that there had been a technical problem with the bike.

As for me, I cannot tell everything, it is not okay to tell, and some people are still alive.

My powers became stronger, the terror grow with it. Having revange, wasn’t satisfying as I thought. I got completely confused. My friend was gone, I missed him, he had been more to me than I had ever realized, now I found out. The things I did became so horrible, and I was feeling more and more sinful. There was nobody left I could ask for help, who would understand this. More and more I got the feeling that it would be best to take that train again, not under the underpass, but on top. It would surely drags me along to that tunnel of light.

This is just such a terrible time to remember End

What ? Where am I? It’s so dark. I hear a noise, a train, I understand, I am back at the underpass. Why did I come over here, and why did I go down. I remember I had something else in mind. Maybe this just has to be, I have to accept it.

I need to do nothing, the tunnel is coming for me and next moment I find myself at his feet.

Again there is no need to speak, I don’t need to tell, he doesn’t need to ask. I’m guilty, that’s why I came here.

“I need to punish you, I hope you understand”

“That’s why I’m here”

“So, that’s what you came for?”

“I guess so”

“I am going to punish you hard, and you are going to tell me when it is enough”

“I understand”

“Are you scared”

“Yes”

“Good, you wait for me here”

He’s moving out, strange I didn’t see how and in what direction. Yeh, this is scaring, what is going to happen, how long will he have me waiting.

The waiting is terrible, I would like him to come back and just get on with it. But he takes his time. I really want him to punish me. Yeah, he really should punish me, me not a dream. I concentrade on that.

I wonder, is this really me, getting that afraid of a punishment. Why does it take so long for him to come back. The waiting feels like a punishment itself. I understand, it is a punishment. It is not up to me this time, it’s up to him. I start to relax a little, I love him and I trust him.

The same moment he’s back.

“Did I keep you waiting long enough?”

“I guess so”

“You guess so, shall I leave and come back later?”

“No, please,...please stay”

“Well that sound a bit better. Do you know what this is?”

“I ‘m not sure”

“This is a cane. As you love the spankings so much, I think it is time to teach you a serious one”

“Serious???”

“Pretty bad, if that is more clear. Get over there”

A cross like a giant X is standing where I didn’t see it before. It seems to be just my size.

Four cuffs at the endings seems just to be waiting for me.

“Take your place”

It is just to clear, I don’t need to ask what that means. As I stretch a hand into one of the cuffs, it locks automatically. The same happens to my other hand and legs. The cross slants a little, just bringing me a little out of balance. I am between standing and resting against the cross. I can do nothing.

I feel him pointing my bottom with the cane.

“Are you ready, this is going to hurt”

“Go on, it has to be”

The cane is going up. I can hear it howling as it comes down. Number one.

This isn’t so ba........Oh my god, pain is coming up and raising, this is bad. Without any warning I get number two. As it starts, the pain from number one is still growing. Number three. He is not waiting. Number four....five.....six

Maybe this is it. I ‘ve heard about six of the best, please let this be it. But I’m not lucky this time. He changes the side and number seven hits me across the other six. My backside is on fire. Number eight hits me at the same line as number seven. My buttocks seem to explode.

Tears are rolling from my eyes now, I can’t stop them. At number twelve, I cann’t control myself anymore. I screem.

“PLEASE STOP”

He takes a brake, he is looking at my face

“What did I hear”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t control myself”

“Well, I think you look lovely when you cry, is it enough???”

“....................”

“I hear nothing”

“It hurts so bad”

“Well then, is it enough??”

“...................................................no”

I count up to twenty, then I cannot concentrade on counting anymore. It is one big hell. The pain runs like fire up on my back and down to my thighs. I cann’t stand anymore, I’m hanging at the handcuffs. After every next stroke I repeat in my mind : “I trust you”

Suddenly he stops. He is looking at my face again. Tears have finished, I must look pretty bad.

“Well, I think you have had it, but it’s up to you, you have to say it,

is it enough????

“.....................”

“Well???”

“................no”

“What the... you want to resist?”

“no”

“Well then say it!!!”

“It’s not enough”

“I am going for your bones if we continue, is that what you need??”

“I love you, I trust you”

The next stroke is so bad, I start bleeding very badly. I can feel the blood running down my legs. He hesitates. As he hits me again blood splashes around, hit him in the face. He tries to wipe it away making a big mess out of it

“What??? This is real blood. What did you do................

This is terribly I get help”

Suddenly the cross leans over far more. I rest on it. I can feel the blood dripping down by my boyhood now. This is most certainly not my nullo body. Several hands are taking me of very careful. They drag me over to a stretcher. I get covered with something like a blanket, only this seems to be woven electricity. I can feel it, it is there, but it seems not to touch me.

“Hold on, don’t be scared we are going a bit fast. “

Completely covered, laying on my stomach, I see nothing, but by what I feel, this is far more then the speed in the tunnel before.

Suddenly it feels like a hand touches my face pressing at my eyebrows. I feel nothing anymore, I fall a-sleep. As I wake up it touches me again, keeping me asleep this way again and again.....

Later, I’m back with him.

“Why did you do that???”

“I needed you to punish me, not my reflection”

“ You said you trusted me, you said I would never hurt you”

“You didn’t hurt me”

“How....??”

“You hurt my body, you damaged it, but you couldn’t hurt me”

“Why??”

“I love you”

“I could have killed you”

“And make my stay with you forever.......”

“You love me that much?????”

“I guess so”

“You are a real pain in the ass, that’s what you are”

“So what, I still love you”

“Please, go home, and take good care”

“Can I come back??”

“Anytime you like”

At the way home on my bike, my bottom feels strange. It doesn’t hurt, it feels more like a replacement, new,...just strange.

As I come home my mother gets furious.

“Where the hell have you been??”

I see the newspaper o the table........Saturday. Saterday, but it is only Friday. I don’t understand, one day gone???

She grabs a wooden spoon from the kitchendrawer. That’s a long time ago she used that on me.

I look at her, getting tears in my eyes..

“Please mam, they have punished me where I have been, it was awful, please no more

it is enough............”

She drops the spoon.

“I don’t know where you have been, but it seems that they did a good job,

you are a real pain in the ass you know”