Chapter 4: When Your Boss Has Tiny Balls

‘I couldn’t pass. I had to stop in front of him. I was concerned, then he stuck out his hand.’

‘Thanks.’ he said as he shook my hand. Then he turned and went out. I was dumbfounded. I don’t think he’d ever said thanks to me before in any way, shape or form. In fact, I don’t think it was a word I’d ever heard him use.’

‘How was life at home after that?’ Lewis asked. ‘There was never a repeat of what happened,’ Butler said, ‘And he was pretty much the same as he had always been. Except I did feel he was slightly nicer to me than before.’

‘Sunday late afternoon Mum, Jackie and Ian all returned, and life went on as always.’

‘It doesn’t excuse what he did to you,’ Lewis told him, ‘But it would seem likely that the attack only happened because he was so drunk. It’s also possible that he either genuinely couldn’t remember what he had done, or his mind was so ashamed it blotted it out.’

‘You didn’t suffer too much pain because his cock was much smaller than yours. That is because, generally speaking, your bum is the same diameter as your cock. You only felt any pain at all because he forced himself in dry. The stinging you felt was because his dry cock scratched the insides of your bum and his cum got in the scratches when he fired.’

‘Had your cocks been reversed in size, the pain would have been a hundred times worse. Like for example when you put a cock your size up a bum Lens size.’

‘I’m not getting at you,’ Lewis added as Butler looked horrified, ‘I just think it’s something you should know about.’

‘How was the rest of your fifteenth year?’ ‘Dull with no more experiences.’ Butler said, ‘I dreamt a lot though. Colin was having sex with his girlfriend by now. It only happened occasionally, but he told me all about it when he could. I was happy for him and very excited to hear his tales. But I felt so, so jealous.’

‘The following year, a few months after my sixteenth birthday I got a Saturday job in a small DIY shop. There was the owner who was about twenty-five who flitted in and out at random times. The manager who was about thirty. He did more or less everything and I would be doing the same except that he ordered all the stock as it was needed and had more DIY knowledge so could advise the customers better.’

‘He was responsible for hiring me. I had gone in for a tube of glue for something. The shop was packed with just the manager serving. As I queued to pay for my glue, I heard him tell the customer in front of me they had just lost a member of staff last week and were looking for a new Saturday lad.’

‘When I paid for my glue, I asked him about it. ‘Are you interested?’ he asked. ‘Yes, definitely.’ I told him. ‘Can you use a hand saw to cut a piece of wood without cutting yourself?’ he asked. ‘Yes,’ I told him. ‘Well, if you want to, work with me for the rest of the day and I’ll see how you go.’ he said. I was chuffed. ‘Ok, yes please.’ I told him.’

‘Lots of people came in for small pieces of timber of various sizes so he kept sending me off with the customers to the wood rack. I would find a piece nearest to the length the customer wanted and cut off what he needed. Then they would take the timber back to Clive on the till to pay.’

‘I spent most of the rest of the day cutting bits of wood. It was easy and I enjoyed it. When the shop closed, Clive told me I had done well. ‘I only live a few roads away,’ he told me, ‘We haven’t really had chance to talk, would you like to come back with me and have a coffee. Then we can discuss your future.’

‘I agreed, I’d wanted a job for a while but hadn’t done anything about it. This one falling in my lap was perfect. He locked up the shop and we walked round to his flat. We sat at the kitchen table, and he explained it would just be Saturdays from nine to five. I would have to get my lunch when I could, as they didn’t close because Saturday was such a busy day. I’d be paid for the eight hours at five pounds an hour.’

‘I was made up. He got a piece of paper out and wrote down all my details. ‘Have you ever worked anywhere else before?’ he asked. ‘No,’ I said, ‘I’m still at school.’ ‘Ok,’ he said, ‘Normally I’d ask for a reference, but as you jumped in and did well today, I think we can skip that if you can satisfy me on a few things.’

‘What’s your health like?’ he asked. ‘Good,’ I told him. ‘An occasional cold and I sprained my wrist about ten years ago, but otherwise ok.’ He asked me who I lived with and if I had a girlfriend.’

‘When I said, ‘No.’ he asked me why. ‘I don’t really know any that well,’ I told him, ‘I’m a bit on the shy side with the ones at school.’ ‘Do you dream about having one?’ he asked. ‘Yes,’ I told him. ‘Well, that’s normal for a lad your age.’ he said smiling.’

‘Now, what I don’t want to do,’ he told me, ‘Is to spend time training you. Then find you’re completely unfit and haven’t got enough energy to do the work so you leave.’

‘I’m not particularly sporty,’ I told him, ‘But I’m strong enough.’ ‘What sort of things do you do that would prove that to me?’ he asked. ‘Do you do anything particularly active, walking, hiking, climbing etc?’

‘I cycle a bit,’ I said, ‘But not a great deal. I swim too but not often.’ ‘What sort of strokes can you do?’ he asked. ‘Breast and crawl,’ I said, ‘Oh and the backstroke. I can’t dive.’ ‘They’re fairly active,’ he said, ‘I never managed to master the crawl myself.’

‘Do you wear trunks or shorts when you swim?’ he asked. ‘Shorts.’ I told him. ‘What are you wearing under your trousers at the moment?’ he asked. ‘Shorts.’ I replied. ‘Ok,’ he said, ‘I’m inclined to make you permanent, but I’d like to confirm your fitness first. How would you feel about me giving you a fitness test?’

‘It’s fine with me,’ I said, ‘I’m sure I’ll pass. What do you want me to do?’ ‘Have you ever had a medical?’ he asked. ‘No, never.’ I replied. ‘Well, what I’d like you to do,’ Clive said, ‘Is strip to your shorts like you would be at the swimming pool.’

‘Then I’ll check all your joints and get you to do some simple exercises whilst I measure your heartbeat. But I should tell you that whilst I know a lot about first aid, I’m not a doctor. You would have to be happy to let me examine you.’

‘Do you think you would feel comfortable with me holding your joints and putting my fingers on your chest over your heart.’ ‘Sure,’ I said, ‘I feel comfortable with you anyway.’ ‘That’s a nice thing to say,’ he told me. ‘Ok, slip your things off and sit on this chair.’ He pulled a dining chair out.’

‘I pulled my top off and put it on the table where he had pointed. Taking my shoes off I slipped my trousers off and sat down. He looked me up and down. ‘Good sturdy figure,’ he said. ‘A bit of extra padding you could do without, but when you start regular work, you’ll probably lose a lot of that.’

‘He lifted each eyelid in turn and then looked in my ears. I opened my mouth whilst he looked inside. He put his hands round my neck and told me to move my head around.’

‘All good so far.’ he said. He took each hand in turn and moved my arm around whilst he felt my shoulder joint and my elbow. ‘Ok, stand up now.’ he said.’

‘I had to take a deep breath and hold it whilst he tapped all over my chest. Then I turned around and he did the same on my back. ‘Your lungs sound nice and clear.’ he said.’

‘Ok, lie down on your back on the settee now.’ He sat at my side and rested a hand on my thigh. ‘I just want you to relax for a minute,’ he told me. ‘Then I’ll put my fingertips over your heart and count your heartbeat.’

‘When I’ve done that, I want you to get up, go down on the floor and do as many press ups as you can up to a maximum of five. Then lie back here as you are now. The exercise will make your heartbeat go a lot faster, so I’ll measure it again. Don’t worry, everyone’s heart does that.’