Chapter 2: Brodie Gets Enrolled to School

I did not see my Uncle Brett again after the funeral, so Butler Jones basically took over the role of my father, but this was not new to me, since my real Dad had been away for business most of the time.

I was not aware of the fact that he was loyal to my Uncle, and had no qualms to make sure I took the pills some doctor had given me, telling me I needed “Vitamins” to grow strong and healthy. No, years later, in retrospective, I know those men fed me all kinds of drugs, uppers and downer, sex drugs, even stuff to grow my dick and balls and make me easy to handle, submissive and always horny at the same time.

I had no idea I simply needed to see one of our gardeners take of his shirt to get into a sexual overdrive, but I surely knew I wanted to jerk off all the time, watch porn, spy men while showering or changing, you name it.

And I had no idea my trusted Mr. Jones filmed me all the time, and sent the videos to my Uncle, for a well hidden website for rich pervs that liked to watch young boys to perform all kinds of sexual acts.

Jones even made sure the videos that randomly popped up when I surfed for porn were gay, and mostly showed young boys servicing older, powerful, well hung men. I was groomed to be a toyboy and I had no idea about it. Jones even set up a Gaydar account and chatted with me, role playing with me as the pervy older man, making me live through all kinds of perverted fantasies, roleplaying even the heaviest scenes, preparing me for the time when I would be enrolled to my new school, to be prepared for my new life.

“Oh yeah boy, finger that ass!” The man chatting with me had just typed, and I followed, jerking my dick as I fingerfucked my ass. I read what lewd fantasy he would type in next, let my dick go and answered, licking my precum off my fingers to make sure I would not stain my keyboard.

The man had used me several times, and while he remained anonymous, I had taken several pictures and sent them, in private, to his account. It never occurred to me that he might use those pictures for his personal gain, since I, in fact, did not think much at all.

Mr. Jones, our trusted Butler, found great pleasure in chatting with me. He never told me who he was, and he never gave any sign of inappropriate behavior, but he spied on me, filmed me, used me secretly. He even sometimes used wordings that were ambiguously, sometimes even bordering to lewd, but I never realized what he meant when he said stuff like: “Off you go to get off, Master Brody or, while he inspected my outfit for the day, he let his hands slide over my muscled body to wipe a small dust grain off me, as he said: “ You need to look impeccable, Master Brody since you need to show that goods looks of yours off”

He even sometimes stood behind me helping my to bind a tie, and I could not scoot back an inch without bumping into his crotch with my ass. He never mentioned it, since he was perfectly trained, but at that time I thought he would be highly embarrassed if such a situation occurred.

So while I desperately needed someone to take notice of me, but took great care so nothing could happen, he openly teased me, taunted me, made me crazy in lust and secretly filmed me when I relieved myself, jerking off till my dick exploded in a eruption of cum that paying members of me wanted to see.

At 13 I was already hung, and since there was no parental control I did surf the internet for porn all the time. Nature was generous, and at the tender age of 15 my dick was at a whooping eight inches. I had the talk with my Dad, and he slowly introduced me to the family business. I was the icing on the cake at several deals Dad made, since he invited potential guests over to our mansion, and the all had fun watching me in the flesh, after they saw me in private videos. I perfectly knew guests were invited over night for business and fun, but I never knew we had a staff of eager very well built gardeners and pool boys and tennis teachers to be nice to the guests. And surely I never knew more than one guest fucked a poorboy not much older then me, while he watch me jerk off in my room, filmed with perfectly hidden cameras.

Those antics, me fingering myself while watching online porn, was even used in gay porn were Daddy had a full crew of CGI experts work the footage into perfectly real looking hardcore fuck scenes. The clients loved to see me perform the must unspeakable sex acts, while all I did at 13 or 14 and even 15 was jerk off.

But now my childhood seemed over. My Dad and Stepmom four were dead, and Jones brought me to my new school. We had flown out in a companies jet, and I had no idea how long I had slept, or why my shorts were open as I woke up, as we touched down. Jones looked like the cat that licked the cream, and he had licked the cream out of my unconscious body after he had slipped me some pills, as he had done many times before. I had no idea my vivid wet dreams were in reality some drug induced sex dreams, and I did not cum in my sleep without prompting, but while I was sucked off by our Butler.

He had performed the same act one last time before he gave me into the hands of my new school.

Mr. Jones made sure I wore a school uniform that had been sent to our house before we left, and he made sure it was impeccable. He even made me blush as he told my in unmistakable words that I looked “good enough to eat”.

As we knocked on the headmasters door, we were called in at the same second, and I realize we had been watched on security cameras. I had no idea that my Uncle had made sure Greystone Security had installed the latest technology, and by now I bet not even the Headmaster or the Teachers knew what those cameras would film. My Uncle liked to have the upper hand, even though he usually did not use the information he raked in.

Jones and I were called in, and the Headmaster introduced himself and the schools Doctor Popper, a German with blond hair an a slender built.

Jones coughed to give me a slight alarm, and I looked around and saw myself on the huge flat screen, by now just a show of kinda tame pictures, all dressed, but in some I wore just Speedos that left not much to the imagination.

I was somewhat shocked as the Headmaster spoke up again and ordered me to loose no time but follow the Doctor to his office. Jones and the Headmaster followed, and we soon reached the room.

“Strip, boy!” The Doctor gave me a simple command, but his tone made clear he would not play around. I saw Jones nod, and I knew I better followed the order. I heard the Headmasters remark:

“Very good, my boy, obey, and no one needs to punish you!” and decided to let the “Punish you” part slide, but answer “ Yessir!”