The Story Of Indio

INDIO CHAPTER TWO

Sumner Beale, who at that time was Associate Director  of  Boysville  wasn't a bad guy, and as I stayed on at Boysville as an employee, we became friends so I heard Sumner's side of what happened between him and Indio, as well as Indio's version. As he is also long dead, I can tell the nearly 40 year old story, don't you think?

 

Sumner was a pervert S&M type, just like Indio and most of y'all reading this tome. Somehow he'd supervised a surprise drug search throughout the youth cottages, and they came across Indio's stash of bondage and gay S&M magazines, and more than a few millimeter films that Eugene and Indio had often sneaked into the Boysville film room. So Sumner called Indio, now eighteen but not quite ready to leave Boysville, into his office.

 

In 1968, they didn't really have counseling even for homosexuals, much less S&M paraphilia addictions, and there were ridiculous, draconian penalties for dirty magazines and even masturbation. Ridiculous, but true. Indio was in his senior year in the highschool in town (Most of us quit in 9th grade) and he had a college scholarship in the offing, to a religious school...and this would nix it, pornfiend stuff.

 

o, Indioee got a problem here.?Sumner looked at Indio with total lust. Indio was now in the blossom of young manhood, and was quite fit in a snug T-shirt, his muscles quite hard from toiling on the Boysville Farm. oue got theseeriodicals and films, and I am afraid if the Director finds out about it all, hel let them know about it at Georgetown University. He very Catholic, Indio, and?

 

I not sure what Sumner expected Indio to do, would he cry, or storm out? Of course Sumner was hoping to blackmail Indio into some kind of  liaison sex-wise, but I think he thought that he have to bully Indio a little bit.

 

Indio shook his long, black hair and laughed. t shocking, is it, Mr. Beale? Shit, man. Why haven you told the Director yet? What, did he think I was going to become a priest??lt;/DIV>

Indio then had laughed in Sumner face, and as he told me later, Sumner looked like a big red beet, as he was getting annoyed. ook here, Indio, it a full scholarship to one of the most prestigious Catholic institutions in the United States. We worked hard to get it for you?this was a lie; Indio got it because he had beau-coup SAT scores)nd I don know why they should take a student in that is also a sexual pervert.?lt;/DIV>

 

Indio laughed. hat, do you mean Drumbeat magazine? Is that a magazine for perverts? Gee, and I still have the first one I ever saw, five, six years ago. I dug it out of the garbage, some pervert around here was subscribing to it.?lt;/DIV>

 

Sumner slammed his fist against the desk ou should have left it in the garbage! That where stuff like that belongs! Thathat? Sumner paused then. hose garbage can did you get it out of?

 

Indio laughed in Sumner face. t still has the subscriber label on it, though I imagine it came in a brown bag, Mr. Beale. Perhaps I should show ithe original magazineo our religious Director. He might be even more upset by Drumbeat magazine subscriber than little old me.?lt;/DIV>

About a month later, Indio summoned me into the woods, to the place where Eugene used to give him beatings, and wasn I horrified to find Sumner Beale, Associate Director of Boysville, standing there too, in his suit. We were quite surprised to see each other.

 

ndio, why is Hookmyer here??Sumner said sharply, and I was surprised as well. I was working in the Boysville motor pool, and had hoped to just sneak off to share an afternoon joint with Indio, and what the hell was going on.

 

ooks, I wanted you to come as a witnessr. Beale has been a bad boy, and Ie brought him here to take a severe punishment.?Indio was trimming a long spruce switch, and slapping it against his hand.

 

Sumner coughed. his is an outrage..this? But of course what could he say? Indio had told me nothing of the meeting with Sumner, except that he had beaten the rap, but now I was going to learn to what extent.

 

ou remember how we were complaining that the kitchen has cut the budget for dessert this month? Well, that was Mr. Beale decision, so they could hire more math tutorsnd I think that a bit annoying for us strong blooded youth. You deserve a punishment, Mr. Beale. Remove your suit immediately.?lt;/DIV>

 

I watched in amazement as Sumner Beale began arguing with Indio, instead of just cuffing him on the side of the head. But Indio began counting down from twenty, and Sumner removed his bow tie, dropping it on the ground, and then undid his jacket and shirt buttons.

When Sumner was naked, Indio talked to me as if he weren there, shivering in the chilly early May weather. ooks, Sumner Beale is a bad boy, and I feel so hurt in having to punish him. This is heartbreaking to me.?lt;/DIV>

 

o that was the um, outcome of the porn interview, right? He your uh, slave.?I was just goggling at the two of them. amn Sumner, Eugene would be proud.?lt;/DIV>

 

hat right, Hooksan you believe this sodomite? Indio suddenly swung the spruce switch in his hand, landing it hard on  Sumner backside?would have the nerve to blackmail me. ME. IQ 175!?With this egocentric comment, Indio went into a rage.

 

WHACK! THWACK! WHACK! WHACK!  As Sumner Beale tried to dart away, Indio grabbed his arm and bent it behind his back, slamming Sumner over a stump. Up and down the switch fell, and Sumner, not a stoic like Indio, began screaming and crying.

 

Suddenly, Sumner broke away and tried to run off, but then jogged back. hat wrong, Mr. Beale??Indio snorted. ou can run off without your clothes, right? Maybe wel take these clothes and burn them."

What could Sumner do? And you could see that he was hard. Part of him liked this immensely. aster Indio, please let me off, Sir. I sorry about the tutors and the desserts sorry I tried to blackmail you.?lt;/div>

 

Indio just snorted, flexing his arms in his wife-beater tank top. Indio had beautiful, golden pecs, and Sumner watched him hungrily.

 

Later I learned that they been meeting secretly in Sumner office, and also at his house, which was right outside Boysville (of course, since that where Eugene and Indio found the first copy of Drumbeat Magazine.) In the past thirty days, Sumner had become quite the little slave of Indio, and in my opinion, Indio was taking advantage shamelessly.

 

sn he chubby??Indio asked me as we stood in the woods, watching Sumner shiver. e doesn jog, he doesn work out, he just eats like a rutting pig. Do some jogging, boy!?With that, Indio whacked Sumner on his plump asscheeks and our Associate Director shrieked and began running off, with Indio after him, flailing away.

 

I watched in amusement as they did about four laps around the woods before Sumner came bobbling back with Indio following. Apparently there was a lot of that going on at Sumner house, too. Indio would sit on a chair and swing his belt, cracking Sumner ass or flicking it against Sumner hip, like you do to another guy with a towel in the gym, while giving Sumner orders. et my cigarettes!?flick thwap! ring me a sandwich!?lt;/div>

 

And then of course Indio would pretend to get disgruntled because Sumner was being assy? and he turn Sumner over the armchair of his sofa and begin landing the belt against Sumner ass until the poor Associate Director was in full tears, biting the sofa cushions to keep from screaming.

At the end of the activity in the woods, Indio ordered the Associate Director of Boysville,a man I had been in fear of since I'd arrived at the orphan farm in my fifth year, to suck my cock and lick my boots, and that was quite a nice feeling.

 

As was the raise that Indio ordered Sumner to give me for my good work in the Boysville motor pool. Sonofabitch if I didn't end up working at Boysville for eleven years after I was old enough to leave! (That bus driver had a Biiig dick, and that might have been the lure for me.)

 

Soon it was June, and Indio was graduating from the high school in town. Sumner Beale and I attended, and there had been a congratulatory letter from Eugene, now chauffering a lieutenant general around at a base in the Phillipines. Humble work,but better than going to Vietnam, which was claiming an alarming number of  Boysville residents. (I'd offered my draft board a group blowjob, which had nicely 4-F'd  me.)

"My goal is to get back together with Eugene, but I guess he's not going to be back in the States, so I might as well take this crummy scholarship."Indio told me.

 

Sumner didn't take it well that Indio was leaving, and he begged him constantly to stay around and go to the local community college.

 

"Or I could go with you." Sumner said, lying in his bathtub. I was watching Indio teach Sumner autofellatio, or how to suck his own dick. 

 

WHACK! Indio landed his belt across Sumner's bare stomach. "Shut up, Sumner...I'm sick of you, you're a whining excuse for a submissive, and frankly, I'm off for better things." Indio said severely, waving the buckle end of the strap at Sumner. "Now grab your thighs."

 

"But Indio, you're the love of my life..tell him, Hooks!" WHACK! WHACK! The belt landed on Sumner's thigh--Indio couldn't reach Sumner's butt because Sumner was lying on it--"P-please Master!"

Finally Indio pulled up Sumner's leg from the bathtub, and landed four hard ones across Sumner's flabby ass, and the Boysville Associate Director burst into tears.

 

"Jesus, Hooks what a pain in the ass!" Indio said savagely. "Here I have the bastard lying in his tub so he can arch his back enough to suck his own dick, and he's just interrupting me. As you remember, Eugene taught me to do it by just jacking my legs over my head, but Sumner here is too goddam fat."

 

Indio slammed the belt against Sumner again. "Now shut your face and walk your feet up the wall, so you can pull your back down into the tub, or I am going to make you scream!" Indio looked so frightening that Sumner shut up and pulled his butt and his head down until his hips were out of the end of the tub.

 

Indio winked at me. "this is a good project for Sumner. I've ordered him to only get off by sucking his own dick after I'm gone, and it's lucky he has this nice tub to train his body in instead of sharing a shower with 200 other delinquents like we've had to do at Boysville our whole lives."

 

Finally Sumner's hips were right over his face in the bathtub and Indio and I pushed on Sumner's butt until his penis was shoved right in his mouth.

 

"Now suck boy!" Indio ordered harshly. Sumner looked hesitant, and kept babbling about Indio leaving, so Indio whacked Sumner's ass as it was now conveniently over his head. WHACK! CRACK! SLAP!

 

Sumner began bellowing, but finally our Director took his own cock in his mouth and immediately let go of it. "It tastes awful!" Sumner complained.

 

"Hah!" Indio winked at me again. "All the dicks you've sucked in your life, including mine, and you can't suck your own...it's just oral masturbation, Sumner."

Indio used the belt like an artist, until Sumner was thorougly marked...and finally the Associate Director took his dick back in his mouth and began sucking with gusto.

"You have to cum faster, Sumner, or I am going to tie you in the bathtub all night like this!" Indio warned. Sumner was terrified, and began sucking faster and faster, and finally had a nice mouthful of spew. We let him out of the tub and the three of us went out for a beer--it was Indio's last night.

The next day, Inido took off for Georgetown University in DC, and I didn't see him much for the next few years. Everything I tell you about Indio's adventures after this come from a compilation of his letters and phone calls, and what I know of his character.

 

Indio drove into Washington D.C. as Sumner had made Indio a present of his VW Bug. He knew no one at the prestigious Georgetown University, having lived his whole life as an impoverished and institutionalized orphan, but first thing you know he has a  slave.

 

Sipple Knox was what they call a "fourth generation legacy", a rich boy who didn't have a lot of smarts, and just got into Georgetown 'cause all his relatives did. Sip couldn't take his eyes off Indio, though--partially because they were roommates.

 

Only my Indio could turn his previously heterosexual assigned dorm-fellow into a slave lackey boy. Sip was fascinated by Indio, but at first he thought it was just because of Indio's muscles--as I've said before, Indio was either a half-Arab, or half-Indian, and they're not known for muscle, but Indio had quite a bit of it, though he was very slender and not that tall.

 

Indio spent a lot of time sleeping on his bed the week before classes started, and Sip was always jabbering to Indio about how good he looked. Just, of course because Sip thought he wanted workout tips from Indio. Of course.