Chapter 3-1
Hunting
Part 2
I needed to be bad, I needed to be extremely over-the-top bad, so Tony suggested something I had thought about but never dared to try. I knew I would be severely punished back home, but I wasn't there. I was playing the role of Shawn, which meant I could be truly bad without facing any consequences. Hence, I left a disaster behind, and it wasn't just any disaster but a gigantic, overwhelming disaster, the sort only a truly naughty boy like Shawn could leave. I dumped the garbage cans, scattered paper towels and toilet paper everywhere, and wrote on the walls and mirrors with a black marker that Tony gave me.
I knew it could be cleaned off because I had enough experience cleaning it before. I also knew that if I stuffed enough toilet paper down the toilets, I could make them overflow. To be honest, it was a lot of fun. When the toilets flooded the floor and the sinks got clogged, my expression turned from a smile to a girlish laugh. After using my shoe, and sock, to clog the toilet, I resorted to breaking a mirror for sharp pieces of glass to tear up my shirt and pants. I tore my pants into strips and stuffed the remaining shirt into a urinal, feeling the cold, damp ceramic under my fingertips. I made a conscious effort to prevent any significant damage, such as breaking windows or ruining the sinks and toilets.
I gave Tony the time he needed to bring someone running, so the teacher could or a staff member could see me in action and as many of the students as possible, The look on their faces when they opened the door and saw me writing on the walls and every surface standing barely decent with my white boxers showing with my impromptu shorts was epic. There was no question that I was going to be punished and sent to solitary confinement.
Students gasped; teachers gasped as Mr. Walens the Headmaster made his way down the hall seeing what I had just done. He quickly grabbed me by my ear and dragged me out of the room. Tony said. "I only left him for a minute, and when I came back―" he pointed to me and the room.
Oh, he was mad. I thought he was going to either beat the living crap out of me or burst out laughing. Instead, he hauled me down the hall, dragging me by my good arm, and leaving my wheelchair behind for Tony, as we made our way down to solitary confinement. Ordering one of his prized students to bring him his paddle.
He cursed loudly when he told me I had set a new record in a short time. Grinning from ear to ear, the students followed me until Tony came up with my wheelchair. Mr. Walens sat me down hard so they could use the elevator to take me to solitary confinement while we waited for the paddle. In the elevator, Mr. Walens fell over laughing so hard that he had to put his hands on his knees. He finally said, "You could have just asked to go down to the basement."
I replied, "Yes, but what would that prove? I needed to show that I was a very bad boy and did something so bad that you wouldn't have any choice but to give me the worst punishment. I needed to set myself up quickly so the bad boys would come to me and respect me. I wanted to get close to them and find out if they were just troublemakers and that I belonged to their special club. I wanted them to invite me and introduce me to their friends. I only have until Wednesday to find out everything before we set Shawn free. Trust me, he can be quite resourceful. I am sorry I broke the mirror, but I needed something to create a continual mess and prove that I can be as resourceful as Shawn."
Once the elevator stopped on the first floor, I couldn't use the wheelchair the rest of the way due to the stairs. Apparently, people in wheelchairs aren't as bad, or they receive other types of punishment, like being locked inside their rooms. Again, it set me apart that the wheelchair was only used for my convenience because Shawn would only use it long enough for me to escape into his new luxury 5-star prison, which was more than fine with me.
When I was brought inside his cell, Shawn became angry the moment he saw me. They had just finished putting a cast on his leg, writing several names on it to wish him well and good luck, and even slightly dinged it up like they did with mine. One of the guard dogs I had already met back in Highland was here with him as he gave me a warm smile.
Shawn couldn't say much because he had been gagged and he couldn't move while being handcuffed to his nice uncomfortable cot that had a very thin mattress, but the blanket looked new but used with still had plenty of use. I took a chair that I was offered to let them finish with my makeover. Hair, eyebrows, and such, so it would seem we are the same person, but like I said, people are stupid because they don't notice how truly different Shawn and I are until their long-term memory kicks in and discard the distractions right in their faces. By the time that happens, I will be long gone, and the real Shawn has taken my place.
Mr. Walens quickly introduced himself. Shawn growled angrily, through the gag. Mr. Walens told them to remove it, that he can scream all he wants to down here; nobody is going to care or listen." Shawn spits the gag out and asked. "What the fuck are you doing here mule boy?. And why am I wearing a God damn cast and this God-forsaken sling?"
Tony said. "Oh, they didn't tell you. Eric is acting as you, to ensure you feel at home, so when you are released in a couple of days, you'll have all kinds of new friends.
Shawn tried to break free, but he couldn't move other than turn on his bad hand and screamed. "You are so all going to die!"
Mr. Walens stopped him right there, stuffed the gag back into his mouth, and then brought a chair over. Shawn shook with anger, but it did no good. He quickly said as the other people worked on me taking his time, so the students and staff knew I was being well punished.
"I know all about you, Shawn. I have seen what you have done and read your file. Truly, you were a very, very bad boy to come to my school. Where I like bad boys like you, I make my bread and butter on them. In fact, your brother here has been giving me a fine example of what I get to look forward to, and I must say I'm impressed. He has only been here not more than a couple of hours or so and has already set a new record on how fast he can make it down here, where really bad boys go to be punished."
"In fact, he just made a colossal mess in your name. That it's going to take him who knows how long to clean it up. Knowing that if he makes a mess, he's the one who's going to clean it up. You should remember that because once you join my fine student's after he leaves in a couple of days. It would be in your best interests to remember that. I have been given permission by your parents to discipline you as I see fit. Every time you disobey or act out you will be punished.
"In fact, I think you're going to hold the record on how many times you make it down here to solitary confinement until you learn that your mommy and daddy aren't going to save you. Not this time. No, not this time. In fact, you will have to earn the right even to talk to them. There will be no home visits unless you earn them. There will be no phone privileges here; there will be no one to come visit you unless they say so or I say, and that means your dear friend Crawford and his pals. This will never happen as long as I am headmaster and probably not even then. Every call you make will be screened. There are no phones in the hallways or the dorms; even your mail will be screened before you see it or before you send it.
"You can pray to your nameless God all you want, in the hope that he or she saves you down here. But once you are topside, you'll have a bodyguard like your friend who has brought you here today. No roommates other than your bodyguard will be in your room. And when you sleep at night, someone will search you and your room and lock you in it at night, or when a teacher or doctor punishes you by sending you to your room, unless, of course, you are so bad that you will be sent down here, which I am counting on.
"No one will be allowed in your room at any given time. You will never be alone ever again with another boy, and you'll shower and bathe alone after or before everyone else. Plus, you'll be searched for weapons, drugs, alcohol, and Satanic items because we don't practice that kind of religion in my school. Nor will you be allowed to do so ever again. No rituals, other than catholic or LDS, or Baptist if that is your desire. We even have a few Hebrew and Jewish faiths here, but not the faith that you have been recently practicing. I won't stand for devil worshiping of any kind. That includes your nameless god Mormo.
"You can thank your brother for this one because you won't have the privacy to do your business, the bodyguard or someone like a teacher or me will be inside standing outside your stall making sure you don't create a mess like your brother just did. Plus, no one else will be allowed in the bathroom or the shower while you bathe to prevent you from raping another boy like you tried to do at your last school and like you have done at previous school before that. There will be no sex with any girls, not here in my school either, considering they are not allowed in your dormitory nor are you allowed in theirs. If you want sex, with a girl and only a girl, you'll have to earn that right like most boys and I will arrange that, but it won't be on my campus.
"Everywhere you go your bodyguard will follow you until you can be trusted to behave, but that will be only if you can behave and only with large groups of students as your bodyguard will be close by, but not right next to you. I have talked to Mr. Stringham and Dr. Sar's regarding these bracelets that can control your movements. Even though I don't approve of them, I can see that they can be quite effective when necessary, considering how resourceful you are in getting out of a pair of handcuffs.
"I have decided that for now, you will continue to wear them once you are topside and let your bodyguard decide when to use them, but only to prevent you from breaking free. I have asked that no pain be given to you through them. That only pain will be of your own making or receiving a very good hard spanking with my special paddle when you misbehave like the one here, I have brought with me.
"You will be given three strikes before you end up in solitary, with the fourth strike being the last strike that I, or my teachers, will tolerate. Each time you're in solitary, I will add two hours until you reach the maximum of two days, and then we will start over. If you still max them out after so many times, I will add three hours, per time until you reach three days, and so on., and so on. The longest a boy has been down here is six weeks.
"I am hoping that it won't come to that, spending all your time down here and not mixing with other students. Playing sports and spending time developing your skills and hobbies. I hope when you graduate you'll get a nice job, we do have many students here getting their college degrees and we have a very good job training program that many of my clients and alumni take, and give them very good jobs with excellent pay and salary. Unless you state you rather be a ditch digger for the rest of your life, or a bum on the streets.
"Or if you have chosen to turn your life around, earning home visits, like Thanksgiving or Christmas breaks or summer vacation is even possible, or if you become a prized student with good grades and can prove that you're not the same boy anymore that you are ready to go home for good, that's even possible as well. The only way you're getting out of here is if you earn it, providing if they even decide that they want you home. But I can tell that right now as things stand with your current disruptive behavior. They don't want you to be home, not until you show that you can be trusted to behave.
"You will, of course, be served three square meals either here or in your room unless you state by your action and behavior that you rather go without. You will still have schoolwork regardless, either here or in your room. If you haven't noticed the desk in the hallway outside of these holding cells. That's where you'll be doing it unless you can show you are ready to behave in the classroom and on campus.
"As you arrived here, you may have noticed that the nearest town is far away, and the walls are tall and guarded day and night. The gate you entered through is the only way in or out, and you can only leave if I give you a pass. To get the pass, you need signatures from me, our doctor, and your therapist. You will meet with your therapist three times a week to discuss your behavior and your involvement in a satanic cult, as well as your desire to have sex with boys, specifically younger ones like your little brothers.
"If you want to talk to an LDS Bishop or someone from other faiths I mentioned, you are welcome to do so. However, please note that your conversations will not be private. Your friendly bodyguard and I will be present, listening to everything. I am excited to get to know you better on a professional level. I understand that you've had a long day, so feel free to relax and gather your thoughts. We will chat frequently, and sometime this week, once you are upstairs, we will remove the cast. It's just a precaution for your brother, who is still recovering here. I apologize for keeping you here until then, but I can't have you interfering with his activities. Now that he's done, I'll take him with me to clean up and go to bed early. He has a busy day ahead. So, goodnight, and see you soon.