The Case of the Unkindly Cut

The year was 1917.

Hobsbawn was a private boarding school located in London, an all boys school. It wasn’t a large school, nothing like public schools such as Eton, Winchester, Harrow, Charterhouse, Rugby, or Shrewsbury. There were a total of about 250 students ranging in age from 8 to 18. Although small, the school was expensive. The boys were from wealthy families.

The campus, located behind a high stone wall, was expansive. Most of the classrooms were located in Hallsworth Hall, a large, sprawling three story building. The boys were housed, two to a room, in two dormitories located behind the hall. Housing for the staff was provided on campus.

The school day begins at 7:30 when the boys wake up to wash and dress for breakfast. After breakfast they have about twenty minutes to tidy up their rooms before Chapel at 8:40. Classes begin at 9:00. Boy’s Dinner is at 1:25, supper about 7:40, followed by House Prayers at 8:20. Lights out is 9:30.

Most boys entered the school at eight years-old, remaining until graduation at eighteen. Sean was seventeen, and in his last year, when he arrived. It was highly unusual, but his marks were exceptional, and his father was a wealthy, influential merchant, so he was accepted. He was from Scotland, transferring from a school there.

Sean, although seventeen, looked younger. He was a slender boy with large brown eyes, and brown hair that hung across his forehead over one eye. He was beautiful! No boy had a right to be so beautiful. The sight of him took one’s breath away.

Sean was housed in a room with a boy named Derrick. Derrick had just turned eighteen, also in his last year of school. He was a well built, athletic boy, captain of the rugby team. Derrick had never considered himself to be gay. Oh, he’d played around with other boys at times, but so had many other boys at Hobsbawn.

He couldn’t get Sean out of his mind. He took his showers whenever Sean did. He couldn’t keep his eyes off Sean’s smooth, lithe, body-hairless, except for tufts under the arms and a patch of brown above his cock. His cock was only average in size. His skin was as smooth as any girl’s.

He watched Sean as he undressed, his back turned to Derrick. He bit his lip at the sight of Sean’s bare butt as he slipped into his pajamas. He could just see the hint, an outline of his cock and balls hanging between his legs. He watched as Sean pulled back the covers and crawled into bed. He reached over and turned out the lights.

He lay in bed for a moment watching Sean as he lay in bed, his back turned to Derrick. He couldn’t take it any longer. He crossed over to Sean’s bed, sat on it, and ran his hand through Sean’s hair.

Sean said nothing, just lay there, his back still turned to Derrick.

“I love you, Sean,” Derrick said. “I can’t get you out of my mind. I think about you all the time.”

Sean neither moved, nor said anything.

Derrick took Sean by the shoulder turning him over onto his back. Sean resisted, but Derrick was stronger. Derrick leaned down to kiss him, but Sean turned his head away.

“No,” he said. “Leave me alone.”

Derrick returned to his bed, frustrated and angry.

He brooded all the next day, becoming more and more obsessed with Sean. That night he went back to Sean’s bed.

It became a hot rumor around school that Derrick and Sean were lovers. No one had any proof, but they spent much of their time together. People had already noticed the looks that Derrick gave Sean. Boys giggled, whispered behind their hands, some of them jealous that it was Derrick, not them.

Derrick wasn’t the only one who had been looking at Sean. Professor Waddle could barely take his eyes off him. He would sometimes lose track of what he was saying in class when Sean was there. He had always been attracted to boys, but, until now, had been able to keep his feelings pretty much under control. Sean’s beauty took his breath away. Sean had the beauty, the softness of a girl, but was still a boy.

Waddle heard the rumors about Derrick and Sean. It drove him mad to think about someone else possessing that body, kissing those lips.

He told Sean that he wanted him to come by his office, that he needed to talk to him. It was a Saturday. His secretary wasn’t there.

Sean knocked at the door. Waddle opened it, locking it after Sean walked in. Sean sat in a chair in front of the professor’s desk. Waddle first sat down at his desk, but then stood up to walk over to stand next to Sean.

“Sean, I’ve heard rumors that you and Derrick are lovers.”

Sean glanced down, said nothing, but a slight smile appeared on his mouth.

“Is it true, Sean,” he asked?

Still Sean said nothing.

He placed his hand on Sean’s shoulder. “Sean, I love you. I’m going mad from watching you, from wanting you.”

He pulled him from the chair, onto the floor.

“Someone will see us,” Sean said.

“The door’s locked, and it’s a Saturday,” replied Professor Waddle. “No one will come by.”

His hand went to Sean’s belt, fumbled at it in his excitement, finally unbuckling it. Reaching for Sean’s fly, he unbuttoned his pants. He reached inside Sean’s underwear to grasp his cock, while kissing him on the mouth, trying to run his tongue past his lips. Sean’s cock, flaccid at first, began to harden as he pumped it.

Waddle undid his own pants-freed his hard cock. He rolled Sean over, spread his sweet ass, stuck his cock in. He began thrusting, banging Sean’s lovely hole. In no time, cum was pumping forth from his cock.

Sean said nothing during it all. He lay there, quietly, not struggling, while Waddle fucked his ass.

Waddle, when finished, lay there for a while, recovering. Worry, guilt, entered his mind.

“Don’t say anything about this, Sean. Especially, don’t say anything to Derrick.”

Sean, still not saying anything, left.

Waddle resolved not to let it happen again, but all week he couldn’t take his eyes off Sean, couldn’t get him out of his mind. He told Sean to come by his office on Saturday. He wondered if he would appear.

Sean showed up.

Waddle locked the door, pulled down Sean’s pants, and again fucked him in the ass. This time he reached around, grabbed Sean’s cock-pumped it until he came.

Sean lay there, on his side, his back turned to Waddle. Waddle reached over grabbed his shoulder and pulled Sean over onto his back.

“Are you still lovers with Derrick?”

Sean smiled, but said nothing.

I can’t stand the idea of Derrick’s touching you, making love to you. I detest the idea of anyone else having you. I must have you all to myself. I’ll kill you if I can’t have you all to myself. No...I won’t kill you, I’ll kill Derrick, or I’ll have him expelled.”

Sean just lay there with a slight smile on his face.

On Monday, Waddle called Derrick into his office.

“I’ve heard that you and Sean are lovers. Is that true?”

“I’m not going to admit to any such thing,” replied Derrick. “You could expel me if I did.”

“I know it’s true. I’m going to have you moved to a different room, then I’m going to have you expelled.”

“Like hell you are. I’ve seen you look at Sean. Sean’s as much as told me that you’re buggering him, “ Derrick screamed.

He stomped out of the office, slamming the door. Waddle’s secretary looked up as he walked by. Although she couldn’t understand what had been said behind the closed door, she heard both Waddle and Derrick yelling at each other.

Waddle wasn’t at his classes the next day. When they went to check on him, they found him lying on his bed, dead. His penis had been cut off, stuck in his mouth.

The police were called. Inspector Morgetson of Scotland Yard was assigned to the case.

It was pretty much an open and shut case. The secretary reported the argument between Waddle and Derrick, and they found Derrick's cap, with his name inside, next to Waddle’s bed. Because of the vicious nature of the crime, Derrick was sentenced to be hanged.

Months passed. Graduation came. Sean moved to London. All appeals failed. Derrick was hanged.

A few days later Morgetson received a letter from Scotland. The writer of the letter said that he happened upon a London newspaper which had an account of Derrick’s hanging, a description of his crime, and the mention of Sean’s name.

He told how he had seduced Sean, and how Sean had, one night, cut off his penis. Sean had stabbed him, but he had recovered. Because Sean was a minor, he an adult who had seduced him, and the influence of Sean’s father, no charges were ever pressed against Sean. Instead he left town for another school.

Morgetson knew that they had hanged the wrong man. He went alone to Sean’s apartment to confront him.

After Sean let him in, he pulled out the letter showing it to Sean.

“You killed Waddle, didn’t you, Sean. Then you framed Derrick. Because of your beauty, you’ve always been chased by men who wanted you. They never took “no” for an answer, did they? So, you got your revenge, in your own way.”

Sean said nothing. A slight smile appeared on his mouth.

Morgetson looked at Sean, at his beautiful face. He thought how, if he arrested Sean, it would become apparent to all that he, Morgetson, had caused an innocent man to be hanged. Sean’s beauty caused a stirring in his groin. As he tore up the letter, he said, “There’s a way we can make this all go away.”