Odd Job Ollie
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 23: Going to Court

Conor was concerned about me. We met up at the pub and chatted about nothing and everything. He did a good job of keeping my mind off the impending court case. He still didn’t know that I knew Ewan had fucked him, but he knew Ewan was regularly fucking me and always asked me about it.

“We’re not boyfriends,” I told Conor, “We are just friends.”

“That fuck regularly.” Conor grinned.

“So? It does happen. Are you jealous?” I grinned at him, “Did you hope it would be you regularly fucking me?”

Conor let out a hearty laugh, “You wish!”

“No! You wish, Conor.”

I’m not sure if he wanted to fuck me. I knew whenever he and Ewan weren’t free in the evening, they were together. I wondered if Conor was still taking Ewan cock, or if he had finally managed to fuck Ewan.

Whenever I asked Ewan about it, he wouldn’t tell me anything. At least it meant he wasn’t telling anybody about what we got up to.

As the trial date got closer, I got more anxious. It killed my libido, and no one had fucked me for over a week. Conor and Ewan tried their best to keep my mind off it, but whenever I was in bed alone with my thoughts, my mind reeled. I knew Louis was worried, but he left me tossing and turning in bed. As my mind raced, I found it difficult to fall asleep.

One night, Louis shook me awake.

“Ollie!” He shook my shoulders. “Wake up.”

I felt exhausted, but I opened my eyes. My entire body was covered with a sheen of sweat. I’d kicked my duvet off the bed and lay exposed.

Louis stood over me; he was also naked. “You were screaming in your sleep,” Louis told me and Mum and Dad burst into the room, turning on the light, blinding us.

“What’s wrong?” Mum looked at my sweating body.

“He was screaming in his sleep,” Louis told them.

I lay with all my family looking at me. I racked my brain to see if I could remember anything. But there was nothing.

Mum came over and sat on my bed, gently pushing Louis away. She placed her hand on my forehead. “You don’t have a temperature, but you are very sweaty. Was it a bad dream?” She asked me.

“I don’t know. I was asleep, and Louis was suddenly shaking me awake.”

Dad looked at Louis, “Put some clothes on.”

Louis picked up his briefs from yesterday and covered himself. I was expecting Dad to tell me to cover up.

“Get me a clean flannel, Louis.” Mum waited until he returned and gave it to her.

She began to wipe the drops of sweat from my face. “It’s alright, Ollie. We’re all here for you. I know you’re worried about going to court, but we’ll all be there to support you.”

Mum started to wipe my neck and then my chest. She lifted my arms one at a time and wiped my pits. I closed my eyes again as I felt safe with her cleaning me up. She wiped my body, even my crotch. It was very damp, but I felt better when she had finished. Louis and Dad watched as she pushed the flannel between my legs, wrapping it around my balls and then my soft seven-inch cock.

“Put this with the dirty towels,” Mum handed the flannel to Louis. She got off my bed and picked up my duvet from the floor. “This is damp.” She pulled the duvet from the cover. “It’s soaked through.”

Louis took his duvet from his bed. “He can use mine.”

“What will you use, Dear?” Mum asked Louis.

“I’ll be fine. If I feel a chill, I’ll use my sleeping bag, which I still have from our camping days; it’s in my wardrobe.

“Get it out, Louis. I’ll sleep better knowing that you’re covered up.”

Mum put Louis’ duvet over me and kissed my forehead. “It’ll be alright, Ollie.”

Louis unzipped his sleeping bag and lay it on his bed.

“Get in.” She told him.

Louis pulled off his briefs. Dad tutted when he saw his youngest son naked again. He got into the sleeping bag and Mum zipped him up.

“Good night, Boys.” Mum turned off the light, and she closed the door as she and Dad left.

 

My disturbed nights were becoming more frequent. The night before the trial was the worst. I gave up trying to sleep at four in the morning. I sat up in bed and watched Louis sleep. He looked so peaceful and, dare I say, cute. He may have been sixteen, but he was a toddler in my mind, sleeping like a baby. We’d always shared a room; I’m glad we did, especially tonight. Watching him sleep calmed my mind and relaxed me.

It felt like a private moment. There is always something intimate about watching someone sleeping.

Louis took a deep breath and moved. He turned over, and I was now looking at the back of his head. I crossed my legs and placed my hands on my knees. It might have looked like I was meditating, but I’d never done that, and I wasn’t doing it now. Perhaps I was, I don’t know. Looking at Louis cleared my mind, and my heart slowed.

I must have zoned out or fallen asleep as I felt a hand on my shoulder.

“Ollie,” The voice whispered. “Are you okay?”

My eyes flickered open. I was still sitting up and cross-legged. Louis loomed over me.

“I’m fine.” My voice croaked.

Louis was still naked and kept looking at me; he looked worried.

“I’m fine,” I repeated. Then Mum crept into the room.

She poked her head around the door and came in when she saw we were both awake. “Morning, boys,” She smiled. “How are you feeling this morning?” She asked me.

“I feel okay, Mum. Just a little tired still.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re both up. We need to start getting ready. You both need showers,” Mum went to our wardrobe and started flicking through our clothes, “and you need to dress smartly for court.” She pulled out our suits and hung them on the wardrobe door. “There, now wear a clean white shirt and tie. I want my boys looking very smart today.”

“Do we have to wear suits, Mum?” Louis whined.

“Yes, you do.” She was firm, “Your Dad is wearing one, so you boys will wear one.”

“Yes, Mum.” Louis hung his head. I was surprised he gave in so easily, that was until I saw the stern look Mum gave him. We knew better than to argue with her when she gave us that look.

“You go in the shower first, Louis,” Mum told him.

Louis left us alone, and Mum sat on the bed next to me. She wrapped her arm around my shoulders and pulled me to her. My head fell onto her shoulder, and I felt the soft fabric of her nightgown and the pleasant scent of the fabric softener she always used. For years, I had always thought of Mum when I smelt that scent.

“You’ll be fine, Ollie. We’re all going to be there for you. So is Conor and Ewan. You will not be alone. I suspect Louis won’t leave your side today. He won’t admit it, but he worried about you. But after today, you can truly put it all behind you.”

“Thanks, Mum,” I said softly.

Dad disturbed us by walking in on us. He was wearing pyjama trousers and started the day off complaining.

“I wanted my shower first,” Dad grumbled, “but that boy got in before me.”

“I told him to,” Mum said to him.

“He’ll be ages in there, he always is. Ollie was just the same at his age.” Dad kept moaning.

“Darling, be quiet.” Mum said, “I doubt he’s locked the door, so you can still use the bathroom. I also don’t think he’ll be doing what teenage boys do in the shower as he’s too worried about Ollie and what will happen today.”

Dad huffed and stormed out. He went into the bathroom, and we heard a yelp. He was soon back in my bedroom.

“I don’t need to be confronted by that when I’ve just woken up. You said he wouldn’t be doing that this morning.” Dad shuddered.

“Sorry, Dear. I was wrong. Perhaps the urges a teenage boy has are too strong. I’m sure you remember, Dear.” Mum tried to placate him.

Dad growled and went off in a huff.

A few minutes later, we heard Louis call out.

“Bathroom’s free, Dad. And don’t worry, I’ve rinsed down the shower so it’s all clean for you.”

Louis carried his towel as he walked back to the bedroom. He stood by his bed and finished drying his body. We heard Dad stomp along the landing and slam the bathroom door closed.

I lifted my head from Mum’s shoulder. “Thanks for putting Dad in a bad mood today.” I smiled, so he knew I was teasing him.

“He needs to release some tension. Perhaps he should do what I just did in the shower.” Louis laughed.

 

Mum was right. Louis didn’t want to leave my side from the moment I came out of the shower. Neither of us was used to wearing suits, and we both pulled at the collars.

Unfortunately, he was forced to leave me and sit in the public gallery while I was taken to a room where the witnesses had to sit, away from the court, until it was their time to give evidence.

Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait long. I was the first witness called. I was nervous as the clerk escorted me into the courtroom. The young man told me that Chief Judge Cowper was hearing my case.

The judge was an intimidating figure dressed in his golden-edged black robes and horsehair wig that flowed past his shoulders. On either side of him sat two younger men. They looked like junior judges. The jury, seated on the left, comprised a diverse mix of ages and sexes. They looked at me as I walked to the witness box. I grew more nervous with each step.

It wasn’t until I was in the witness box that I saw the two men charged with trying to kill me. They stood together, flanked by security guards. The two men were naked, their hands bound behind their backs and their genitals were encased in metal cages.

They were young, not much older than me.

I held up my hand and read the oath, “I do solemnly, sincerely and truly declare and affirm that the evidence I shall give shall be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.”

The prosecution barrister asked me to go through the events of the day, from the moment I woke up in the morning, to what I remembered from the hospital. I tried not to look at the two men; I kept my focus on the barrister. I spoke calmly until I reached the part of the day that I’d forgotten. No matter how hard I tried, nothing would come back to me.

I was relieved when they had finished with me.

I was now allowed to join the public gallery, and I sat beside Louis. He grabbed my hand and whispered in my ear, “You did brilliantly. I’m so proud of you.”

The worst part of the day was listening to the accused give evidence. The evidence was clear that it was them, but they claimed they weren’t trying to kill me.

“It was a lark.” One of the men claimed. It stung when he said that. “We didn’t want to hurt him, just frighten him.”

Both men claimed the same thing. But neither explained why.

They were found guilty, but I still had a hole in my mind and no answers.

I sat emotionless as Chief Judge Cowper handed down their sentence. They were each sentenced to five years in The Cockaigne Correction Centre.

Louis kept hold of my hand all the way home. Conor and Ewan followed, and we were all gathered in the living room.

“I need to lie down,” I told them, and Louis took me upstairs. Conor and Ewan were going to follow me, but Louis told them to wait downstairs.

Louis took off my suit jacket, and I sat on the bed. He then unknotted my tie and took off my shirt. Shoes and socks were next, and then I stood up so he could remove my suit trousers. As always, I wasn’t wearing any underwear, so I was now naked. I flopped onto my bed and curled up on top of my duvet.

Louis took his duvet from his bed and covered me.

The ordeal was over, and I was exhausted. I hoped I could now get on with the rest of my life.

 

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