Chapter 1: My Balls Had A Rest At Last

‘I don’t think we need to ring in a security check, do we?’ Lewis asked referring to the phone number they had been given when they had signed. The code letters were considered enough for most instances, but if needed they could ring up, and by quoting their own pin number and the other persons pin number, they would be told simply, ‘Yes’ if the other person had signed, or ‘No’ if they had not.’

‘No,’ Bill said, ‘The only problem I saw was not regarding my own problem, but in disclosing who I was working for and of course what I am doing. So, I’m happy that I can do what’s needed now.’ Then he added, ‘I know you probably can’t tell me, but I’d love to know how someone so young got involved.’

‘I can tell you an outline,’ Lewis told him smiling. ‘Someone got to hear about my counselling. I can’t tell you how. Then when I went to a friend’s wedding soon afterwards, I found that I was sitting next to a military looking man whose conversation was more like a grilling.’

‘I had already noticed that he and I were the only two men sitting next to each other, so I soon suspected that the seating plan had been adapted specially. I also noticed he appeared to be wearing a shoulder holster, which seemed a very strange thing to wear for a wedding.’

‘Anyway, he must have thought I was ok, because soon after that I was asked to help with one or two things. I think I was asked to sign the Official Secrets Act more for what I might discover accidentally, than what I actually knew at that time. And so that I’d be available for future work too, I suppose.’ ‘That’s fascinating.’ Bill said.

‘I thought mine was exciting, but compared to you it was very hum drum. I was invited for a job interview to work with computer problems. At the time, I assumed it arose from my earlier visit to the computer fair, but I’m no longer sure about that. I did several interviews then was told there was a job that would suit my skills.’

‘At that point I was told who my employer would be. I was told I could have the job providing I signed the OSA and went on a training course. The pay and hours were great and although the practice programs they gave me as a test were nothing like what I work on now, the computer side of the problems are the same and I love what I’m doing.’

‘Also, the isolation of working alone doesn’t bother me either.’ ‘Well, I think we’ve both had an unexpected surprise today.’ Lewis told him, but let’s forget that now and return to your problems. Have I understood correctly that their chronological order is, first your massage from Pat.’

‘Then whatever happened on your training course. Then after that, something else happened with Pat.’ ‘Yes.’ Bill agreed, ‘But there was one final thing that happened a week ago, which shook me. It was a result of that upsetting me that Kaye spotted and suggested I came to see you.’

‘What concerns you the most?’ Lewis asked, ‘What happened with Pat, or what happened on the course?’ ‘The course, definitely.’ Bill told him. ‘Ok, then let’s leave the course for the moment, and carry on with Pat first. Tell me what happened after your massage.’

‘Nothing really happened between us again until after the course.’ Bill began, ‘But we did have a chat. When I got home the next night, Graham was out but Pat was home. He asked me how my back had been. I told him I’d had no more trouble with it and thanked him once more.’

‘It was my pleasure,’ he said stressing the pleasure. ‘I had a lovely dream about it all last night.’ ‘I did too,’ I admitted, ‘It was something very special.’ ‘Well anytime in the future that you are feeling really lonely and want to hold someone, just come into me at any time.’ he told me.

Then he added, ‘Perhaps without Graham seeing you though.’ I smiled at that and told him to do the same. A month went by and apart from dreaming I had gone into him, or he had come in to me, nothing happened. Then I went away on my course.’

‘The four weeks were spent in four different locations, and I was taught a lot of things I had never even imagined existed. But it was fascinating, and I enjoyed it. Well at least, the first three weeks. There were ten of us and we were billeted on a military base in a Nissen hut.’

‘As the third week progressed, people started to disappear. I presume the end of their training was like mine, specific to the job they were going to do, so they moved to other places for some specialist training. There was a corporal in charge of the hut, and he was very bossy.’

‘If we didn’t make our beds in the morning exactly as he thought they should be made, he’d give you a right mouthful. Anyway, on the third night of the last week, I was the only one left in the billet. I’d finished quite late, been to the canteen and came back and had a shower. I intended to have an early night as it had been quite a stressful day.’

‘I was just drying myself off, when the door to the shower room flew open with a bang and Corporal Becket came in. ‘Well, well,’ he said, ‘I knew there was only one here tonight, but I didn’t know it was you.’ My heart sank, we had had words a couple of times about his attitude to us.’

‘Everyone else we had come into contact with had been polite and relaxed with us all. He was about an inch taller than me and with much broader shoulders. He was very powerful looking, and although he had always avoided touching us previously, he seemed to be having to hold himself back.’

‘It was my guess that he’d been told to treat us with kid gloves because we were not squaddies and wouldn’t like it. He looked me up and down and told me I had a useless cock. ‘It’s far too small.’ he said derisively. I said nothing, partly because I knew he was right, and partly not wanting to provoke him into anything.’

‘Then he started stripping off. ‘What are you doing?’ I asked feeling concerned. ‘I’m showing you what a real man’s body and a real man’s cock looks like.’ he boasted. ‘I don’t want to see it,’ I said and turned my back on him.’

‘Next minute I felt my wrist grabbed and my arm twisted up behind my back. ‘Don’t ever turn your back on me again, you little wimp.’ he snarled. ‘Stop it, that hurts.’ I called out, I was terrified. ‘I could break your arm easily.’ he said, ‘Can’t you just hear the sound of the bone cracking.’

‘I was in such a panic at the thought, I must have passed out. I don’t know how long I was unconscious, but I came round to find a shiny white wall touching my face, my hair felt wet, and I couldn’t move. It took me a few seconds to realise that my head was stuffed down into a toilet pan.’

‘My arms seemed to be tied round the back of the pan. My feet, which didn’t seem to be secured, were wide apart and my bum was up in the air. I felt that if I tried to move, I could break my neck. Corporal Beckets voice echoed in my ear.’

‘Stay still, or I’ll flush the toilet and drown you.’ he said. I realised that if he did flush, my head would probably stop the water going down the drain and it could well fill up around my face. Then I felt his hand grab my balls from the back. ‘If you give me any trouble, I might just squeeze these as well until they go pop.’ he told me.’

‘I had never felt such fear ever before. I didn’t dare ask him what he was going to do. But he soon delighted in telling me. ‘You didn’t wash your bum properly,’ he announced, ‘So I’m going to wash it for you.’ I felt him put his fingertip on my bum.’

‘Then he ran it round in circles. He was very rough, but it seemed to slide easily. Then I felt something sticky hit my bum, followed by his finger poking at my opening. I discovered afterwards he was pushing liquid soap into me.’

‘He took his finger away, then there was another load of soap hit me. This time he pushed his fingertip an inch or so up my bum to push more of it inside me. That felt horrible and painful too. After that something very hard pushed against my bum.’