Oliver Twist redux

By Larkin

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I went to Guttenberg.com and downloaded Oliver Twist. The whole book in 3 seconds, for free! Truly amazing.
In any event below is the description of the Artful Dodger and his friend, Charlie Bates who was called, Master Bates by Fagin and Bill Sykes.

Dickens describes the Artful Dodger
The boy who addressed this inquiry to the young wayfarer, was about his own age: but one of the queerest looking boys that Oliver had even seen. He was a snub-nosed, flat-browed, common-faced boy enough; and as dirty a juvenile as one would wish to see; but he had about him all the airs and manners of a man. He was short of his age: with rather bow-legs, and little, sharp, ugly eyes. His hat was stuck on the top of his head so lightly, that it threatened to fall off every moment-and would have done so, very often, if the wearer had not had a knack of every now and then giving his head a sudden twitch, which brought it back to its old place again. He wore a man's coat, which reached nearly to his heels. He had turned the cuffs back, half-way up his arm, to get his hands out of the sleeves: apparently with the ultimate view of thrusting them into the pockets of his corduroy trousers; for there he kept them. He was, altogether, as roystering and swaggering a young gentleman as ever stood four feet six, or something less, in the bluchers

This is my version appropriate to these characters.
Dodger looked at me and then at his friend, Charlie Bates. "If you are out in the world by your only, maybe you need some seasoned protection."
I looked up at the two boys and as I had no other prospects at all and I was very hungry.
Dodger said to his friend, "What do you say we help him out?"
Charley nodded in agreement.
From Dickens: The three boys sallied out; the Dodger with his coat-sleeves tucked up, and his hat cocked, as usual; Master Bates sauntering along with his hands in his pockets; and Oliver between them, wondering where they were going.

Later back in Fagan's pickpocketers nest, Oliver and the Artful Dodger get to know each other.

He narrowed his eyes and said, "leme see your arse."
What he said left me stunned. No one had ever asked me anything like that.
I pulled back a bit but Dodger was going to have none of it.
He was serious. "Come on, leme see your arse. I might want to have me a stroke and if it's good, maybe a bit more.
He grabbed his crotch and shook it.
He said, "You know what I mean?"
I didn't.
Being bigger than me and me being a runaway, I was in no position to refuse.
Ever confident, Dodger moved so that he was kneeling over me. He tugged down the back of my pants, exposing my bare bottom leaving me naked and vulnerable.
I looked back to see him running his fingers between my legs and then sniffing them.
I wondered how someone could relish such a rude act.
That was hardly the end of it.
He twisted my body and spread my behind so that my bottom hole was exposed in a way that it never had been before.
He removed his finger from his mouth and slowly and carefully stuck it as far up my hole as he could.
I felt him move it around inside of me.
I know I had a worried look on my face but he was unbothered.
He just smiled at me looking pleased as if he had a meat pie all to himself.
I buried my face in the crook of my arm out of embarrassment.
I heard him spit several times and felt him push it into my hole along with his dirty finger
I had only two choices, 1, fight and try to run away or 2, pretend that I am dead and hope that it ends soon.
Since he was bigger than me and I had nowhere to go, I just lay there and let him do whatever he wanted.
I felt something wet pushing at my hole.
When I looked I saw that now he was licking my hole and continuing to poke his fingers up there.
Why would he be doing something so horrible?
He looked up and then took a swat at me. "Hey! Who do you think you are?!"
He said, "Not just anyone is lucky enough to get their arse licked out by me."
He took several more swats at me, knocking me around like I was his property.
He got up on his knees and began to open his baggy pants.
"I think you should see this before I fuck you with."
He pulled a stiff and gnarled foreskined cock. He pulled it down so that the red and gooey part was exposed.
"It'll give you something to think about when I fuckin you."
He cupped his up facing palm and spit several times into it and then applied it to his cock pulling his foreskin up and down.
He swung at me several more times to intimidate me until I buried my face back into the rotted pillow.
I could feel him over me and then, I felt him pushing it in.
Leaning over me, he said, "It don't do no good to resist because it makes it hurt bad, just don't fight and let me in."
I couldn't help it and let out a high squeak that was not at all common to me.
He penetrated me further and talked softly into my ear.
"I know some boys that like it. They ask me to do it and if I'm not around, they go lookin all over for me."
He pulled it almost out and then pushed it in and then pulled it out and then pushed it in deeper.
I can't tell you how it felt other than it was so unfamiliar and very intense.
Dodger was careful to get situated over me just right. Then gradually he began to go faster
The pain I felt was my resistance and when I gave up it no longer hurt as much.
Dodger went faster.
I realized that Dodger had just taken ownership of me.
I opened my eyes and looked up into his face. He was breathing hard through his mouth and working hard to reach some unknown goal.
He held onto me tighter and then bit down on my ear.
I squealed again and Dodger bit down harder causing me to cry out. When I did, he did it harder and even faster and then slowed and grunted with even deeper penetrations up my bottom.
I would learn soon enough but I had no idea what had just happened.
Dodger rolled off of me and turned over to nap.
I lay up close to him with my pants still pulled down and, strangely, I was wishing he would do it to me again.

 

Charlie Bates came into the small and cluttered hideout. "I guess you're done then, was it good?
Dodger turned over on his back and said, "Yeah, I did. Be my guest."
Charlie came down on me, trapping me between his legs. Dodger turned over on his side so he could watch.