Wavern School

Robbie Howard, a fifteen year-old, wasn’t a bad kid. He just couldn’t stay out of trouble, mostly petty stuff: shoplifting; running away from home; drinking; smoking a little pot. His father hadn’t been around since he was three, and he’d become too much for his mother to handle, so he’d been a ward of the State since he was twelve. Since he’d run from most placements, he was being sent to Wavern School, a home for wayward boys.

Wavern, a privately operated, publicly funded, school, had about one hundred residents, all boys between thirteen and eighteen years-old. The boys were housed three to a room, attended school at the home Monday through Friday, were assigned household chores, and participated in sports. There were no walls around the home, but it was isolated, located on a small island in Puget Sound.

A staff of eleven ran the home, Alice Wavern the owner and director, her secretary, Jennifer Schmidt, three teachers, Bertha Bagwell (math and science), Frieda Bundy (history, English, and Social Studies), Amanda Webb (art and music), Dr. Allison Wavern (twin sister of Alice), the school doctor, who, on the staff at the research hospital at the University of Washington, worked at the school one day a week, two cooks, Thomas Ackroid, the sports director (also in charge of discipline), and two security guards. The boys, responsible for cleaning the buildings and the upkeep of the grounds, were supervised in their tasks by the security guards, Harold Smith and Gary Jackson.

Robbie and his state caseworker, Rod Harrison, took the ferry to Gull Island on which Wavern School was located, where they were met by Harold Smith, a dour individual who rarely smiled; he drove them to the school.

“Why, hello, Mr. Harrison,” said Jennifer Schmidt, when Smith escorted them into the reception area for Miss Wavern’s office, “is this our new boy?

“Good afternoon, Jennifer,” he answered, “yes, this is Robbie Howard. Say ‘hello’ to Miss Schmidt, Robbie.”

Robbie, not happy with what he’d seen of the school so far, especially that the only way off the island was by boat-he usually ran away from any place he didn’t like, and, so far, he hadn’t liked any of them-looked down at the floor and grunted, “Hi.”

“Hi, Robbie,” said Jennifer, “welcome to Wavern.

“Is that all you need me for?” interrupted Smith.

“Yes, Harold,’ said Jennifer, “that’ll be all.” She buzzed Miss Wavern, saying, “Miss Wavern, Mr. Harrison is here with the new boy.”

“Send them in, please,” answered Miss Wavern. Jennifer, going to the door to the inner office, opened it, then held it open while Harrison and Robbie entered, closing it after they were inside.

“Rod, so nice to see you,” said Alice Wavern.

“Hello, Alice. I’ve got a new one for you. This is Robbie Howard,” then to Robbie he said, “stand up straight, Robbie, and say ‘hello’ to Miss Wavern.”

Robbie’s reply was unintelligible, but neither Harrison or Miss Wavern were paying him any attention anyway, as Harrison continued speaking as if Robbie wasn’t in the room. “He’s a little runaway. He’s run from every place he’s ever been. That’s one reason we’re placing him here. No one has ever run from here, at least not successfully.

“Oh, I think that we can handle Mr. Howard. After he settles in, I’m sure he’ll be happy here.”

“Alice, I don’t know how you do it. You have success with some of our hardest cases. After they’ve been here for a while, they really settle down. It would make my job a lot easier, if the other schools were as good as yours.”

“Thank you, Rod. We try.”

“Well, you know the drill, Alice. I’ll be back after six weeks with a nurse to give him a physical and psychological exam, after which, if he passes, he’ll be all yours until he’s eighteen.”

“And, how old is Mr. Howard now?”

“He’s fifteen. It’s all here in this file,” he said, handing Miss Wavern a file.

“That’s a thick file.”

“Yeah, I told you that he’s been a trouble maker-and a runner.”

“Anything else I should know? asked Miss Wavern.

“Well, there’s...,” he stopped, remembering that Robbie was in the room. “It’s all in the file. You might want to read over it.”

“Of course. We always do,” then looking at Robbie, said, “Mr. Howard, do you have any questions for me?”

Robbie stammered, then looking back at the floor, shook his head from side to side.

To Harrison she said, “Are you through with Mr. Howard?”

“He’s all yours,” answered Harrison.

She buzzed her secretary, “Jennifer, would you check to see who Mr. Howard’s roommates are and have one of them come get him to show him around?” Then to Robbie she said, “Mr. Howard, would you please wait in the outer office. Someone will come get you?” Without replying, Robbie walked out into the outer office. When he didn’t shut the door behind him, Miss Wavern said, “Please shut the door, Mr. Howard.” He did.

“Can I get you a cup of coffee, Rod?”

“No thanks, Alice. I’m going to have to hurry if I want to catch the next ferry.”

“I’ll get someone to take you to the landing.” She buzzed Jennifer again, saying, “Please have Mr. Smith take Mr. Harrison to the ferry.”

She and Harrison talked for a while until Jennifer buzzed, “Harold’s here to take Mr. Harrison to the ferry.”

Harrison and Miss Wavern shook hands, then he left with Smith saying to Robbie, who was still waiting in the reception area, “See ya, Robbie. Behave yourself.” Robbie, seated on one of the chairs, staring at his hands, which were interlaced in his lap, grunted in reply.

In a moment another boy came into the office. “Did you want to see me, Miss Schmidt?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said to James Pope, a tall fifteen year-old, brown haired, brown eyed boy, with soft features, “this is your new roommate, Robbie Howard.” The school found it best to keep kids of like ages together. “Please show him where he’ll be sleeping, then take him around-introduce him to each of the teachers and the kids in their classrooms.” To Robbie she said, “Dinner’s at 6:00 PM. James will take you-all right, James?”

“Sure, Miss Schmidt,” answered James. “Come on...what was your name?”

“Robbie,” he mumbled, not sure that he liked this new roommate. “Looks like a fag,” he thought-”or a girl.” Well, maybe that would be O.K. Although Robbie had never sucked any cock, he had nothing against a little mutual masturbation. It was more fun to jack each other off.

James first took him to their room. There were three beds with their heads against the wall to the right of the doorway, a clothes locker between each. A window, in the wall opposite to the doorway, would only crank open about eight inches. The two rear beds were made up, but the one closest to the door was stripped with bedding folded at its foot. James, pointing to that bed, said, “This will be your bed. You can put your bag in that locker, or just put it on the bed for now. All the boys are either in classes or working at chores, so no one will bother it.” Robbie threw his bag on his bed.

James took Robbie around to each of the teacher’s classes. Robbie was surprised that the boys in the classes were so quiet and well mannered. Usually, when he went to a new place, the boys would make catcalls, and razz him, the new kid, regardless which adults were present. These boys, however, sat quietly at their desks and said, “Hello, Robbie,” when instructed to by the teacher. It occurred to Robbie that there was something strange about this school. Although he didn’t understand what it was, he was sure that he didn’t like it.

After James took him to meet the teachers, he took Robbie to Mr. Ackroid’s office. When, after he knocked on the door, and a voice from inside said, “Come in,” James opened the door, held it for Robbie and then followed him inside.

“Mr. Ackroid,” he said politely, “this is Robbie Howard, the new kid.”

“All right, James. You can go back to class. I’ll take care of Mr. Howard.” Robbie didn’t like the emphasis that he put of “take care of.”

“I’m in charge of sports and recreation here at the school. I’m also in charge of discipline. If you cause trouble around here, you’ll have to deal with me-and you don’t want to have to deal with me. It’s 4:30 PM now. Go back to your room, put your things away and make your bed. Your roommates will be there by 5:00 PM. Dinner is at 6:00 PM. Your roommates will show you where to go. Here,” he said, handing him a sheet of paper, “is your class schedule. Breakfast is at 7:00 AM. Starting tomorrow, you’ll also be assigned chores.” That’s all. You can go back to your room.”

Looking down at his desk, he began writing, clearly dismissing Robbie, who found his way back to his room, where, instead of making his bed, he threw his bag on the floor, and lay down on the unmade bed, until his roommates returned.

“Oh, hi,” said James as he entered followed by another boy. “This is Gerald-Gerald Roberts. What was your name-oh, yeah, Robbie something, right?”

“Yeah, Robbie Howard.”

“God damn,” he thought, “another fag.” This boy also had soft features and hips like a girl. “Oh, well, as long as they don’t expect me to suck any cocks. I don’t mind getting mine sucked.”

Robbie went to dinner with his roommates expecting to have to fight someone. New boys always had to prove themselves. He was surprised when no one challenged him. When he returned his tray to the window where a boy took them, scraped them, and placed them in a rack to be washed, he deliberately threw his shoulder into a boy coming from the window, but got no reaction. The boy just glanced at him and continued on his way. He was puzzled. In every other school, any such action would have caused a fight. Not only was he not being challenged, he couldn’t even start a fight. “Wow,” he thought. If they’re all such pussies, I’ll rule in this school. I’ll be king shit.”

After eating, he and his roommates went to the TV room. When Robbie changed the channel without asking, there were some weak protests from the some of the other boys, but no one attempted to change the channel back or confront Robbie directly. “Shit,” he thought, “what pussies.”

At 9:30 PM, power to the TV was turned off. “Fuck,” said Robbie. “Who turned off the TV. I was watching that.”

James replied, “It’s turned off at 9:30. Lights out is at 10:00 PM.”

Robbie, went to the TV, hit the power switch several times, but it wouldn’t turn on.

“They cut the power,” said James. “It won’t come on until 6:30 PM tomorrow. Come on, we’ve got to get ready for bed.”

The lights went out at 10:00 PM. When Robbie got up from his bed and flipped the light switch beside the door, nothing happened. “Mother fucker,” he thought. I’m not even tired.” He hadn’t made his bed yet, so he lay down on it, pulling the blanket over him. “This place is some kind of weird,” he thought, before finally drifting off to sleep.

Robbie awoke the next morning with a hard on as he always did. He immediately pulled down his shorts and began massaging his cock beneath the blanket. When he glanced over at James in the next bed, and saw him watching, he pushed down the blanket so that James could watch, hoping that he would join in. James continued to watch, until, with a gush, Robbie’s cum erupted from his cock, spewing far onto this chest. James had watched, but had made no move to beat off himself. Robbie stood up, grabbed a wash cloth to clean himself off, then turned to James, saying, “Don’t you beat off in the morning? Hell, I couldn’t start the day without beating off.”

James replied, “I used to...I guess, but I haven’t for a long time.”

“When do you beat off then, at night?”

“No, I don’t do it anymore.”

“You don’t do it anymore? Robbie asked, incredulously. “You’re putting me on. Everyone beats off.”

“No, I used to, but I don’t anymore.”

“How can you stand it, to have your cock all hard and not beat off? he asked of James.

“I don’t think it ever gets hard. At least I can’t remember the last time it did.”

Robbie, standing naked, wiping the cum from his front, turned to Gerald, who had been awakened by their conversation. “Did you hear that? He says that he never jacks off-that he never even gets a hard on.”

Gerald looked down, sheepishly, toward his own cock and said, “I don’t either.”

“What do you mean-you don’t either? You don’t beat off?

“No, I don’t beat off. My cock never gets hard either.”

“Shit,” said Robbie. He walked over to James bed, pulled down his covers, then pulled down James’ shorts despite his protests. James’ small, shrunken, cock lay above his balls. Reaching down, Robbie, grasping James’ cock, began pumping it. Slowly, reluctantly it seemed, it became hard. “Well, at least you can still get it hard. I was afraid that they were putting salt peter or something in the food.” Then, when James made no move to masturbate, asked, “It’s hard. Don’t you want to beat off now?”

“James, his face red in embarrassment, said, “No-not with you watching.” Actually, he simply felt no desire to masturbate, whether or not anyone was watching.

“Well, fuck you then,” said Robbie, slipping on his shorts and walking out the door to go to the bathroom, which was down the hall.

Over the next several weeks, Robbie was a real pain in the ass, for the teachers, the staff, and the other students, who, although he bullied them constantly, never fought back. Afraid that something was being put in the food, he avoiding eating until his hunger drove him to it, but, after eating, was relieved to find that he continued to awake each morning with an erection and the urge to masturbate, which he did in full view of James and Gerald, flaunting his ability to eject his cum, sometimes, clear up onto his face. He said once, after wiping it off his cheek, “I’ll bet neither of you could ever shoot it that far.” Neither of them responded to his taunts, or ever attempted to masturbate themselves.

One morning, Mr. Ackroid stopped in Miss Wavern’s office to see her. “This new kid, Howard,” he said, angrily, “is disrupting everyone. I’ve placed him on detention, assigned him extra chores, restricted his access to recreational activities, but nothing seems to work. He was even caught attempting to steal a row boat, but couldn’t break the lock on the chain that tied it to the pier. Can’t we push up his treatment?”

“No, Tom,” responded Miss Wavern, “you know we can’t, not until he has the State physical, which should be any day now. I expect to hear from Harrison at any time. After that, we won’t have to worry about interference from the State any longer and can take care of Mr. Howard’s disciplinary problems. We’ll just have to put up with him for a few more days.”

Two days later, Miss Wavern received a call from Rod Harrison. “How’s our boy doing, Alice?” he asked.

“He’s been a little disruptive, but I’m sure that he’ll settle down once he realizes that he’s here to stay. They all do.”

“I don’t know how you do it, Alice. I was looking at the records. Do you know that we don’t have one instance on record of any further offenses by any of your former students. Won’t you share your secrets with us?”

“It’s just the proper use of behavioral psychology and consistent, but fair discipline. It helps that we have access to my sister. As you know, she’s a psychiatrist at the University of Washington. She donates her time.”

“Yes, I know her reputation. You’re fortunate that she’s your sister, otherwise, it’s doubtful that you would be able to afford her. Well, I was calling to arrange an examination for Robbie Howard. Would next Monday be O.K.?”

“Surely,” responded Miss Wavern. “Monday will be fine.”

The next Monday, Robbie reported to the school clinic, where Harrison and a nurse was awaiting him. Robbie at first protested when she asked him to disrobe, but then grinned when she opened her mouth in amazement at his pulsating, eight inch erection. “Maybe,” he thought, “she’d suck it,” but, instead, she slapped it hard with the handle of a rubber mallet, causing it to immediately wilt. “Ow,” said Robbie, as much from the humiliation of having his cock so treated as from the pain.

The nurse completed both a physical and psychological examination of Robbie, reporting afterward to Harrison, “He’s fine both physically and psychologically, although he’s a little jerk.”

“Back in Alice Wavern’s office, Harrison told her, “Everything looks good. He passed the examinations, so he’s all yours. Just send us a report on him semi-annually. If everything continues to go well, he’s yours until he’s eighteen.”

“I’m sure,” said Miss Wavern, with a slight smile on her face, “that he’ll work out just fine.”

On Wednesday, Dr. Allison Wavern came for her weekly visit to the school. “I understand that we have one scheduled for today.”

“Yes,” replied her sister, “a new boy, Robbie Howard is ready for his treatment.”

“You know,” said Dr. Wavern, “we don’t have to castrate them to suppress their sexual drive. There are drugs that would accomplish the same thing.”

“I know,” responded Miss Wavern, “but, what about after they leave here? Then they would regain their sex drive, and maybe rape another little girl, just as I was raped. I was only thirteen. At least none of our boys will ever rape anyone.”

“How many have we done over the past fifteen years?” asked the doctor.

“I looked it up the other day,” responded Miss Wavern. “Almost one thousand. One thousand men who no longer have balls. I wish we could cut the balls off of every man alive.”

Robbie reported to the school clinic, escorted by Mr. Ackroid, ostensibly for immunizations. He was surprised to see Miss Wavern there as well. When Dr. Wavern approached him with a hypodermic, he said, “I’m not getting no fucking shot. Stay away from me with that needle.”

He was surprised when Ackroid grabbed him, savagely twisting his arm up behind his back. “Shut up you little bastard. I’ve had all the shit out of you I’m gonna take. Be still, or I’ll break your fucking arm.” He increased the pressure on Robbie’s arm, pushing it farther up.”

“Ow,” said Robbie, “You’re breaking my fucking arm.”

“That’s all right, Mr. Ackroid,” said Miss Wavern. “I’m sure Mr. Howard will be a good boy, won’t you Mr. Howard?”

“O.K., O.K., give me the fucking shot,” replied Robbie.

Dr. Wavern, finding a vein, injected him. In a moment, Robbie slumped in Ackroid’s arms, unconscious. Ackroid carried him into a well equipped operating room, unparalleled in any school, laid him on the table, then stripped him of his clothes. I want to watch this little bastard get his, is that all right?” he asked.

Dr. Wavern glanced at her sister, who nodded, then said, “O.K., but you’ll have to scrub.”

As Dr. and Miss Wavern scrubbed, Ackroid prepared Robbie, first shaving both his groin and his head, then painting both his scrotum and right temple with an antiseptic, after which he placed him on the x-ray table and took pictures of his brain,developing the pictures while the two Wavern women prepared Robbie for the first stage of his operation. He was finished, having scrubbed, and donned a mask, by the time they started. He didn’t want to miss anything.

When Dr. Wavern split Robbie’s scrotum down the middle, his pale, bluish white, testicles dropped free of their sack. Grasping the right one first, she pulled it, stretching its cords, then, after clamping the cords toward the upper end, sutured them above the clamp. When she was through, Miss Wavern, after picking up a pair of surgical scissors, with a smile on her face beneath the mask, snipped through the cords. Robbie’s right nut fell into the open palm of her other hand. She gazed at it momentarily, then placed it in a small bowl. They repeated the procedure on his left nut, then inserted a prosthesis made of silicone elastomer, which closely resembled the natural consistency of his original testes. Once his scrotum healed, Robbie would have difficulty telling the difference-at least by feel.

Then they started on his head. Dr. Wavern, after making a small incision on Robbie’s right temple, inserted a laparoscope which contained an electrode at the end. When she found the right spot, she pressed a foot switch which sent a current through the electrode, severing certain connections in the frontal lobe of his brain. When Robbie recovered, he would no longer have the propensity to be aggressive.

Robbie was kept sedated for almost two weeks, during which he wasn’t able to distinguish his waking moments from his dreams. When he was finally allowed to awaken fully, he was confused because the hair on both his groin and head were short. He felt that he should be angry. They must have done something to him, but he couldn’t, no matter how hard he tried, summon the anger. They told him that he’d had a reaction to the immunizations, but would be O.K. He was wheeled back to his room, too weak to walk, after being in bed for two weeks. Gradually he recovered his strength, began attending classes and participating in other school activities: chores and recreation. He was no longer disruptive in class or abusive toward other students. One morning when he awoke, he realized that he couldn’t remember the last time he had masturbated, or felt the desire to masturbate-or the last time his cock had been hard when he awoke-or at all. Looking down at it, it seemed smaller than usual, but, it no longer really mattered, other than as something to be curious about. He liked his new life at the school. For the first time in his life, he was at peace.