GETTIN IT HARD AT BOYZ SPANKIN HIGH SCHOOL - Chapter 2
a story of a New Age Boys High School with firm discipline by Dennis B. StoriesNew@Yahoo.com
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GETTIN IT HARD AT BOYZ SPANKIN HIGH SCHOOL by Dennis B. StoriesNew@Yahoo.com
TO THE READER: If you want to know about other stories I'm now writing, please see the bottom or end of this file. I list my four other stories there with the title, Nifty section, and date. Thank you. --Dennis
Oct 30, 2005: I added a little description of the story and the ages of the main characters to the "Other Stories" list so you would have more info to go by. __________________________________________________________________
STUDENTS Darren Barnes, 14 Scott Alanson, 16 Bobby Peters, 13 Matthew (Matt) Janderman, 17, student and Spanker Joshua Tiermann, 16 Jason Zaner, 15 Simon Alderhouse, 16 Sam Wadsworth, 16 Tim Fellowes, 16
SCHOOL STAFF Kendall Roderdan, Ph.D., Headmaster of Roderdan High School Martin Dornden, a Master __________________________
LAST TIME
"If you do me some real special favors, I might be able to arrange some meetings between you and your bro--if he gets transferred here."
"Really? like what?"
"I'll tell you later." __________________________
FOR SCOTT, WHO MADE A MAJOR CONTRIBUTION TO THIS STORY
CHAPTER 2
"Okay," Bobby said, grinning with excitement. He certainly could be a boy of few words when he wanted to.
"Is you brother cute?"
"Um, yeah--totally."
"Hmm, that doesn't give me much to go by."
"He's cuter than ME!"
"Ha! Okay, Bobby--cuter than you is . . . pretty good. Has anyone else said that, besides you?"
"Yeah. A lotta people say that."
"If you tell anyone about this business with your brother, I'll flog the skin off your back."
"Yes, sir! I mean, Matthew!" Bobby said with a grin.
Somehow, I had the feeling this 13-year-old was not frightened at all by my disciplinary threats.
"Put your clothes on now. We're going out in the hallway."
Unfortunately, the path I had to take didn't have any punishment-scene windows, so Bobby would have to wait to see any of that.
At our school, there were three levels of disciplinary authority: The Headmaster ("Head"); the Teachers (often called Masters); the Spankers.
As a Spanker, I could do a lot on my own--seeing a rule broken and punishing the boy without need to report it or consult others. But certain higher offenses had to be reported to the Head, even though I could inflict my own punishment as a first course of action, in most cases.
There were many punishment rooms, and the one I had to get to, where the sixteen-year-old waited for me, was at the other side of the building. When Bobby and I arrived there, I was happy to see my victim, Scott Alanson, fully dressed, flat against the wall, tied to it.
I smiled at the helplessly spread-eagled boy. He was popular and well-known, both as an athlete and all-around good student.
"Hello, Scott," I said cheerfully in contrast to his distressed condition, "you look good. Ready for some real pain today?"
Scott was a soccer player and a cute one--5 foot 10, 170 pounds, blond curly hair, and powder blue eyes. His face had that angelic, boyish look--the kind that melts me. This made it hard for me to inflict pain on his alluring athletic body, but I had no choice. Besides, once I get going, I usually enjoy myself.
And while Scott was a bit arrogant, he was no thief--but he had taken a small amount of change from his best friend's locker (to buy some juice), just until later that day--knowing the boy wouldn't mind. Still, he'd been caught by a Master, and that was that. I did not have the authority to alter a Master's orders, but I had free reign over the choice of punishments to be inflicted.
As good a boy as he was, Scott Alanson had committed many 'attitude' violations for which he never received punishment. And for which I was happy to have the opportunity to apply various means of correction.
But as cocky as Scott was, I liked him--despite the fact that his arrogant attitude angered me. He got a bit more aggressive when embarrassed--and I could tell by his blush, this was the case as he looked at Bobby.
"Fuck you, Matthew. Who's the little one?" Scott said. He did not have a comfort level with younger boys.
"Oh--Bobby, this is Scott Alanson. Scott--Bobby is a new thirteen year old student, just arrived today," I said sweetly, knowing this would add to Scott's distress. "And of course you'll taste my whip for your cursing."
"I don't give a fuck!" Scott said.
"We'll see how long that attitude lasts." I grinned evilly.
By the deepening of Scott's blush, I could tell he knew Bobby would remain to watch his smooth golden skin receive its punishment, and he knew enough not to complain about it.
"Should I get naked now?" Bobby whispered.
"No. Wait till I get Scott naked. I'll tell you when," I whispered back.
I walked slowly to Scott, the horrifying senior cane in hand, staring into his eyes as I whooshed the instrument of pain through the air. His lips parted slightly, as if in fear, and his eyes began to widen.
"Please," the cute 16-year-old said, "I'm really not guilty."
"This has to be done. And you know you're going to get it far worse at assembly next week."
"What? No! No WAY!" Scott said, his body trembling, his eyes moistening. He would probably be birched severely, at least, at the all-student and staff assembly--so he had good reason for tears.
"Such cute lips," I said, running a finger gently around his mouth. This made Scott blush crimson, his head turning to avoid my touch, his arms straining to be free from the ropes so he could push my hand away.
It was time to suspend my victim. I brought down the wrist restraint ropes, installing the padded cuffs around the boy's wrists and forearms. I took up the tension, but went no further.
Scott's breathing became rapid. He grit his teeth several times--the nervous rhythmic bulges at his temples soothing to me. Watching this boy was a pleasure. I knew Scott was very sensual and had a nice dick, but causing him to control his insolence--to subdue the lofty lad--was very gratifying
I had left my victim tied to the walls, temporarily, despite the suspension ropes I'd attached. I thought of him as 'pretty boy,' though he was quite masculine, and a very skilled soccer player.
Neither masculinity nor sports stopped any student from enjoying sex with other boys. I don't know of a single student who remained celibate--and for partners, they had only boys to choose from.
Scott began to bite his lower lip, an act of submissive fear I found pleasantly erotic.
"Please," he said, his hopeless tone sweet to my ears.
What a refreshing attitude, I thought.
"How long have you been in a chastity belt?" I said, staring at the obvious shape of the device clearly outlined in Scott's thin, prisoner-style shorts.
"Three days."
"And?"
"I'm dyin!' Horny as hell--as if you didn't know." He grinned a bit as he said that. A presumptuous, sensual grin.
Scott and I were on a friendly basis, and he knew that I often had my victims engage in sex after a punishment. His grin was probably the result of a glimmer of hope on Scott's part for sexual release.
I undid the healthy boy's shorts, slid his briefs down a bit, unlocked and removed the chastity device, and put his clothing back in place. Scott breathed a sigh of relief.
"Not dying as much as you will be when you see who's coming."
"Coming? To watch? You mean it's not just--"
"I have all fifteen of your classmates lined up to see this event," I said, looking at the time. "They should be here soon."
"No, please, Matthew--I'm begging you. FUCK!" he said trembling.
His fast-fading bravado did not impress me. The brazen, athletic boy softened and blushed with exquisite charm. At that point, I could have ripped a hole in his shorts and entered him, full force.
I ignored him. Just as well--someone was knocking loudly at the door. I went over and let them in--14 boys, all 16 years old. All but one of Scott's school mates had made it.
Simon, one of the 14, handed me a note. Simon was a sturdy, tall lad, of good but average looks and penis size. However, Simon had a good nature, quick smile, an unassuming manner that endeared me to him.
"Matthew," he said respectfully as I perused the note, "it's from Master Dornden. He has Joshua on special assignment, and that's why Josh isn't--"
"Yes, yes, Simon, I can read!"
"Sorry, Matthew," the boy said sincerely with a delightful note of fear in his voice.
I had hoped Joshua Tiermann would be in attendance because he was the best looking of the bunch and had a fast-rising penis. And Joshua would be highly embarrassed to be seen erect by others.
His absence would please Scott because Josh was a bit of a rival, and Scott would be happy to see Joshua's embarrassment--so, although Simon had already spoken Josh's name, I didn't announce the contents of the note.
"All right, boys," I said to the 15 of them, "work as a team and choose five of you who will untie Scott from the wall and suspend him--feet about three inches from the floor."
The boys worked quickly and had the job done in record time. They seemed to enjoy what they were doing, making faces and laughing quietly at each other. Sixteen years old, but they were still unquestionably boys.
Scott looked so good, so enticing, with his unsupported feet dangling, his body swaying in a gentle rhythm, and his face a distinct combination of humiliation and fear.
I was glad Scott wore the paper prisoner uniform our school used routinely, as I would need to cut the shirt off, since his arms were tied up.
The boys had done well, and had Scott suspended exactly as I wanted him.
Choose a man to cut Scott's shirt off.
The classmates did so quickly. The chosen boy handled the scissors well, and threw the paper garment aside.
Now, my naked-chested victim began to sweat rather charmingly.
Scott's eyes darted anxiously from boy to boy, occasionally to me. His firm broad chest seemed to rise and fall more rapidly, the firm pectorals punctuating his sensuous, nervous breaths.
And his face glowed red, as an athlete after a long run.
"Nice upper body, Scott," I said coldly, making the boy shiver. I personally removed his socks--yanking them off abruptly. He wore no shoes.
"Doesn't Scottie look so cute with his chest bare?" I said sweetly--in stark contrast to my brutish sock-removal--goading the observer boys.
"Ooooh, yeah," came one response, and many others, further mortifying my good-looking victim.
I pointed to a boy, Sam Wadsworth, to take Scott's shorts off. The lad seemed quite happy to do this, though it took him forever.
"Don't you think Scott looks good in those sexy briefs," I said, yelling for effect. The drab green underwear was nothing special, but they were quite brief. A size too small, I mused, looking at Scott's ample bulge.
"Ooo, yeah," and several other comments and murmurs could be heard, to Scott's embarrassment.
"Well, now," I said, getting in my victim's reddened face, "I suppose it's down to your briefs, Scott, isn't it?"
"Yes, Matthew," he said, a tremble in his voice. "But damn, I gotta take a piss--please," he added, very quietly.
I imagined he did need to have a wee, tied up on the wall for four hours as he was.
"I'll take you down soon so you can relieve your vulgar urges. I wouldn't want the little boy to suffer."
This brought a round of sarcastic laughter from Scott's 14 classmates, who knew I did little to prevent a guilty boy from experiencing suffering.
"We need someone to remove your sexy little briefs, boy! Unless you want to try to break out of your bonds and do it yourself."
"ME!" shouted Bobby, anxious to be the one to get Scott fully naked. He would be a great choice. Scott hated an audience, but had a special hatred for younger boys seeing him in any stage of undress, or receiving a punishment.
The 15 observer boys stared in disbelief at Bobby--that he would shout out such a thing--likely thinking I would never agree to it.
"Wait!" I said, knowing this would be good. "The boy may have to piss, but he's probably thirsty, too."
I had one of the boys fetch a tall glass of water while I retrieved a bottle of whiskey from a locked cabinet. I poured half an ounce into a small glass.
"Drink it all, boy," I said, handing him the tall glass, watching Scott obey, some of the water dribbling down his chest. This close to a punishment, he dared not defy me or argue. The tremble in his hand endeared me momentarily.
"And now, THIS." I had handed him the half-ounce of whiskey which he downed in a single gulp.
Of course, most athletes, especially wrestlers, know that drinking even a small amount of alcoholic beverage would precipitate the need to empty one's bladder.
A slight boy, Tim Fellowes, known to be quite in awe of Scott Alanson, said quietly that if there was any need for help, he was volunteering.
"Yes, Timmy--go suck his fingers slowly," I told the lad, who eagerly approached Scott and lavished great oral reverence upon Scott's fingers.
That's all it took.
"Stand back, Timmy!"
And so cooperatively, Scott Alanson, pride of the soccer team, symbol of adolescent perfection, pissed his pants. A shocking stream shot forth with remarkable energy--right through the thin fabric. This, at first, threatened to spray the seated observers, but soon settled down to a flow of liquid that soaked the little garment and ran gracefully down the boy's legs.
"Noooooooooooo!" the poor lad screamed over and over, resulting in a dark blush.
All suspension areas had large floor drains under them, and were tiled to allow easy disposal of liquids. The stuff simply disappeared.
I was glad Scott was suspended at this point--his potent, golden stream now reduced to droplets that slowly fell from his toes, striking the floor audibly.
"The poor lad forgot to wear his little nappy diaper!"
A roar of laughter ensued.
"I don't mind that he wet them," Bobby said, whispering cautiously. The 13-year-old with the one track mind still wanted the sensual privilege of removing the star athlete's underwear.
"Yes--go ahead Bobby, but do it slowly."
"Okay!" the boy said, running up to Scott.
"Take the waistband and pull down--that's it--okay, stop." I had told Bobby to stop just as the base of my victim's dick came into view.
I took the utility hose with a shower-like spray nozzle, and gave Scott a gentle rinsing with icy-cold water. I spent extra time on his underwear, and I was certain his cock and balls responded appropriately.
The boy complained with pained enthusiasm, shivering with great vigor--his eyes wide open with the shock of the cold.
Taking a towel, I dried Scott roughly, paying special attention to his abdomen and pubic area--the hair especially. Shivering from cold was not one of my desires for the boy. I selfishly wanted all his suffering to be from my infliction of pain upon him. But there was an element of compassion involved.
"Ooo," Booby said, entranced with the boy's pubic hair, and running a finger through it.
"Stand aside Bobby. Boys, do what Bobby did. I'm sure you'll all enjoy the soft feel of Scott's blond pubic hair. I've got it quite dry." Of course my aim was to cause the very squirming the lad was doing at this moment. The classmates stood and came forward.
"Urrr, ahh, no! Fuck this!" Scott said, looking away, almost purple with mortification as, one at a time, 15 fingers ran through his pubic hair, and 15 pairs of eyes looked over the rest of him, quite up close.
"Pull them down just a bit more, Bobby."
And I delighted to Scott's juvenile wriggling as Bobby's fingers, along with the tight waistband, made a journey down the plump shaft of the prized organ.
"No, NO! Please! Stop!" the disheartened lad said.
Now only the tip of Scott's penis remained covered, and I had the boys repeat the feeling process, this time on the exposed shaft of the boy's dick.
And with each touch, my embarrassed victim became more erect. The ever-increasing bulge was quite a nice sight.
"Aw, look! The boy likes it!" I said.
"PLEASE!" Scott shouted for modesty--to no avail, of course. His erection looked rather enticing through his underwear.
"Yank 'em down!" I said to Bobby.
And down they went. Bobby removed them and put them on the floor.
Poor Scott could only moan and shut his eyes.
"Open your eyes!" I commanded. Scott's response was immediate. "Keep them open."
"Yes, Matthew."
"Boys--don't you think such a hot-looking hardon deserves a round of applause?" Scott's seven inches or so pointed proudly to the ceiling.
The boys, knowing what was expected, clapped, hooted, and cheered, causing Scott to develop a unique, deep upper-body flush.
"Doesn't he look sexy, blushing for us so nicely?"
"Nooooo!" Scott said, moaning and shaking his head.
Then came more hoots and applause.
"Now, boys, it's time for you to get naked, too. I'm sure you'll all enjoy looking at each others' hard cocks. Let's go. Bobby--you, too! Come on, move it!"
Now I had lots of shocked, red faces to admire, as the observer boys were not expecting to be made to disrobe. Bobby, however, wasn't shocked at all--he seemed happy to be undressing in front of these boys, three years older than he.
"You're getting eighteen of the senior cane, Scott--and the whip for your impudence--and whatever else I decide to do to you."
"No! Oh God, PLEASE, Matthew!"
The boy's laughter at Scott's blatant fear totally unnerved the shaken athlete. Small tears began to flow down his soft cheeks, which further distressed the lad.
"Simon, turn him round," I said, anxious to have more hooting with Scott's bottom facing us. And the observer boys and Bobby did not disappoint me.
I swung the thick senior cane. It struck the beautiful flesh of Scott's buttocks with a resounding CRACK!
Cocks were erecting all over the place. And 16-year-olds had very fast erection reflexes. And they stared at each other's organs, blushing all the more.
"Ahhhhhhhhh, God, no!" my victim screamed.
"Line up. Take turns, boys--just lick his balls for now. You, too, Bobby."
"Can I suck them, too?" the bold 13-year-old said.
"All right--but no one else."
"Vahhhraaahhhhgh!" Scott screamed.
"Don't suck them so hard, Bobby!"
I made the next stroke low, at the very bottom of Scott's firm butt cheeks. The cane made a more hollow sound, as there was air entrapped where the buttocks met the legs. But that made the sound more ominous. "Swwwwwwwrrraaccckkk!"
"Yeeeeearrrghhh! Oh, God, it hurts! Please, no more! Please," Scott said, his tears rolling rapidly now.
I gave the poor boy a total of ten strokes, and he screamed beautifully with each one. It was amazing how much redder and wetter a boy's face became as his punishment and his screams progressed. And how the observer boys' dicks throbbed. It's amazing what a little excruciating pain will do.
"I decided that will be enough for now, Scott. I'll have you kept in custody, for later punishment." I turned Scott around so we could all see the front of him. His erection had subsided.
"Ohh, oh, shit! Th-thank you, Matthew."
"But we're not done. Gather round, boys. I want to see all of you up close."
I heard fascinated murmurs from the 15 boys.
"Scott's been chastised for several days. He needs some help," I said, watching Scott's face.
The kid looked horrified. He knew what I was going to do to him. In his helpless, suspended state, there was nothing Scott could do about it.
The 15 boys blushed among themselves, as they all caught glances of each other's erections.
"Every boy knows how to jerk off, right?"
The onlookers roared with laughter.
"Please, no," my victim said, his breath failing him.
"Aw, Scott--don't be modest. You have this great wad of cum built up inside you. Surely you want everyone to see what a stud you are. We'll even spare you the effort of doing it yourself."
He clenched his teeth cutely again, in vain curtailing his anger, and the sweat poured down him all the more. Sensual tremors went through Scott's pectorals which traveled down his well-muscled legs, ultimately giving a sensual shiver to his feet.
"Simon, get the show started. Jerk his nice dick and stop frequently, so the rest of us can enjoy seeing how Scott gets a boner. Sam--lick Scott's balls, too."
"No, no . . . " Scott said, moaning in awful discomfort, his voice trailing off in despair. The boy's chest began to heave markedly, his cute face distorted now.
"All right," I said, "give the others a turn."
The boys seemed quite organized changing places to lick Scott's balls and jerk his fine, erect cock. When it looked like Scott was starting to get close, I stopped the activity and called Bobby to the front.
"Get him OFF, Bobby."
"For God sakes, no! Not HIM!" Scott screamed.
But Bobby was very obedient and grinned boyishly at Scott, as he expertly stroked the magnificent penis. Uproarious laughter could be heard as Bobby managed to sneak in a few licks on the tip of Scott's aroused organ.
"Oh, FUCK no," Scott said, his voice choked, his extremities tensing markedly. It was cute, I thought, the way his legs began to kick.
And great gushes of cum shot from the boy, whose voice alternated with 'No' and sensual moans of his long-awaited release. Bobby gladly allowed Scott's semen to splatter his chest, and he cleverly positioned his mouth to take some of the adolescent nectar.
"Shit! A little kid! A fuckin little kid."
Cursing was usually permitted in cases of either extreme pain or great humiliation.
Bobby grinned with monumental boyish glee and pride that he could bring off this 16-year-old stud of a boy who felt anything but pride at this forced display of sexual ability.
"Well done, Bobby," I said, nodding to the others to applaud the sensual event. "Oh, and Scott--next session, we'll pay more attention to your balls, I promise."
The handsome lad trembled upon hearing that.
"Dismissed," I said to the crew of 15, who hastily dressed themselves and took their leave--many dressing slowly, impeded by their stubborn erections.
I wondered if they would all blush going down the hall as others stared at the obscene protrusions in their shorts.
"Wow," said Bobby, looking up in awe at our distressed victim whose cum dripped relentlessly from his softening penis, "he's hot isn't he! Can I play with him?"
"Yes. Nothing painful, though."
Bobby instantly sucked Scott's half-soft cock. After Bobby had his fun, having also pulled the poor lad's nuts a bit too eagerly, I let Scott loose from his bonds.
"Let it drip, boy," I said, just as Scott moved a hand toward his penis.
Bobby and I escorted him back to the school's jailhouse. The guards waited, standing there, holding him. The guards, 18 and 19 year-olds, had been gelded for one offense or other, and were not motivated to have sex with the prisoners. Teens without balls soon lost their sex drive. They also treated the boys in prison with respect. Abuse was not tolerated.
"Matthew," Scott said softly, his eyes soft and entreating, the fight gone from him, "is there--would you please give me the rest of it now?"
He was referring to his punishment. Naturally, he wanted to have it over with quickly, and go back to his room and familiar surroundings.
I was ready to say 'No' summarily, when it struck me that Scott, properly tied up and naked, would make a fine addition to the evening session in my study--with Darren Barnes and his entourage of 14-year-old classmates. And, of course, Bobby.
"Guards. Strip him naked. Handcuffs behind his back will do," I said, signing him back into my custody.
Besides a fierce blush, I could see Scott's temples bulging rhythmically again.
"Matthew, does this mean that you--"
"Be quiet, little boy, or you might wet your pants again," I said, to the guards' amusement. I poked Scott in the ribs.
"AH!" he yelled, half-collapsing to the floor."
"Oooo! He's TICKLISH!" Bobby said, quite excited to have this fact revealed.
"Not so loud, Bobby. You can tickle him when we get to my study."
"No. Please no," Scott said softly, almost whispering.
"Where's your sense of humor?" I said to Scott, more as a friend than a Spanker.
"I tickle REAL good!" Bobby apparently could not wait to get his little fingers into the poor boy's ribs.
"Yes, I'm sure you do. So, did you get all that sucking you wanted to do out of your system?"
"No, I wanna suck you. Your hotter than him!"
"After we eat and have our way with little Scottie here, and Darren Barnes, we'll see," I said, as we walked through the halls.
One look at the well-built Scott told me he hadn't quite warmed up to my calling him 'Scottie.' And I was sure that 'little' was equally unsettling to the strapping lad.
"What's that?" asked Bobby, looking at one of the hallway's windows at a boy about to be punished.
"That's a very sexy fifteen-year-old boy getting a butt plug stuck in him." It was Jason Zaner, probably the sexiest and best- looking of our 15-year-old students.
"I know what those are. Why are they doing that to him?"
"He's gonna get a thick strap whacked into his butt. Each stroke of the strap will also hit the end of the butt plug, and pound the plug into him a little extra."
"Wow," Bobby said, fascinated as he could hear the boy's screams through the glass.
The lad's screams became fierce as the strap was vigorously applied to his tender butt cheeks, and the boy kicked his legs in furious complaint against the awful pain.
Scott Alanson winced. But he became quite embarrassed when Bobby decided it would be fun if he led the naked athlete by grasping the lad's penis and tugging on it.
I allowed the 13-year-old his fun.
Apparently, many of the students enjoyed the sight immensely-- the younger ones blushing and becoming erect, their eyes glued to the unlikely combination of the small hand and the substantial penis--the older ones laughing. Of course, this consequence was not pleasing to Scott.
"What's THAT?" Bobby said as we passed another window.
"You're not supposed to see that," I said, covering Bobby's eyes as we walked away, causing him to lead Scott into a pole.
"Why not?" he said, as I corrected Scott's course.
"Never mind."
We ate a leisurely meal, with Bobby asking millions of questions. Scott ate in silence. Afterward, there were no more punishments to see in the halls as we walked to my study.
"Well," I said, opening the door, "these are my rooms."
"Jeez! It's an apartment. Wow, it's nice!" Bobby said.
"I thought you'd like it, young man," I said to Bobby, closing the door, and playfully groping his privates.
"You think I'm a young man? You want me?" he said, his eyes childishly eager, as only a younger boy's could be.
"Sure. Who wouldn't. You're a cute boy. But we have work to do now."
"Aw, frik! Okay."
"I-I'll help any way I can," Scott said, nervous and unsure.
His uncertainty was to be expected. After all, Scott didn't know if I had him in my custody to complete his punishment, or for the purpose of making sport of painfully or sexually playing with him.
"Well, here you go," I said as I released Scott from the handcuffs. "Misbehave, and I'll whip you in front of six fourteen-year-old boys tonight."
The 16-year-old froze in his tracks and gulped charmingly. He simply nodded--a most respectful nod.
I had Scott and Bobby help me set up five bungee cords (elastic ropes), attaching each one to an eyelet in the floor of my playroom. These, of course, were for the five observer boys who had witnessed Darren Barnes' punishment. Fourteen-year-old boys were such fun to play with.
"Matthew--how are you gonna use these?" Bobby asked.
"Ah! That you will see, young man."
Scott, on the other hand, studied the bungees and the space between each. I had a feeling Scott knew quite well how I planned to use the bungee cords.
"How many fourteen-year-olds?" Scott said.
"Darren Barnes will be the victim in the front of the room, so he doesn't get a bungee cord," I said, "and five of his mates will be here to watch. Bobby, too, of course, but he's thirteen."
"Well," Scott said thoughtfully, "Five mates, Bobby, plus me-- that's seven. But there's only five bungees." Scott's facial expression was one of complete puzzlement.
"Ah, good at math, I see." I stared at him, as if to dare him to say more on the subject.
"Sorry," he said, sounding humbly dejected.
"I can fix that," I said to Scott, mystifying him.
Bobby perked up immediately, clever lad that he is.
"Fix?" Scott said.
"Yes. You're obviously disappointed that you aren't getting your own bungee cord--so I'll give you a chance to have it now."
"Well, uh--no, that's okay," Scott said, backing away from me.
Unseen, my hand retrieved a thin strap, removing it from the back of my tool belt. I swung it mercilessly at Scott's lower thigh.
"YEEAHHH! OW! OW!" the boy screamed, reaching for the agonized flesh and dropping to his knees. He put his arms on the floor and his head upon them in quite a pose of submission.
My penis responded to the sudden sight of Scott's fine ass sticking up at me. But unfortunately it was his balls that we were about to attend to. Before turning my attention from his buttocks, I gave the cane-whacked mounds a good slap of my hand and told the boy to stay as he was.
A ring attached to the free end of the bungee cord served as the place for the victim to have his balls inserted.
The bungee cord, un-stretched and attached to the floor as it was, required a boy to lower his crotch about two feet, for his balls to be placed through the ring--whose diameter was smaller than a boys tender ovals. If he attempted to stand after the insertion, his nuts would be held fast by the ring, and the tension of the bungee cord would pull painfully.
Scott's groin was conveniently located next to one of the bungee cords. And equally conveniently, his balls were at floor level.
"Bobby--hand me the ring." As he offered me the ring, I changed my mind. "Just take it and force his balls through it."
"No, not the KID! Don't let him touch my balls! Please, Matthew, NO!"
"Will it hurt?" Bobby asked with childish sincerity.
"Yes, but Scott's a big boy. He can take it."
"Okay," Bobby said, jamming the poor lads nuts carelessly through the ring.
"Fuck, FUCK, that hurts!"
Bobby jumped in fear.
"Your scaring him!" I said to Scott. "Scare him again, and I'll paddle them." By then, I held Scott's precious ovals in my hand, ring and all.
Again, Scott grit his teeth, bulging his temples.
"Are his nuts well-trapped in the ring?" I asked Bobby, already knowing, but wanting to have a little fun.
"Well," he said, lifting the ring that surrounded Scott's ball sac, "I guess so."
"Give the cord a tug to make sure."
I do try to make adjustments in my speech for possible differences in linguistic interpretation, but the need hadn't occurred to me with respect to the word, 'tug.' Until now.
"AHHHHHHHHRRRGGGHHHH!" our 16-year-old victim screamed.
"Yes--well, Bobby--not so hard, next time."
"Okay," the cute 13-year-old said, blushing in remorse but grinning gleefully at the young athlete in pain.
"Well--are you going to stand on your feet?" I said to Scott.
"Yes!" he said. I went to the front of him to hold his hands for balance, as the elastic cord could easily throw him off.
"Legs further apart," I instructed.
"Shit! OW!" About halfway up, Scott froze.
"Is that all you can manage? You've barely stretched the cord! You can do better, Scott!"
"Yes sir!" he shouted, his legs trembling from the moderate pain in his testes. In spite of his eager reply in the positive, I saw no upward progress of his body.
"This might help," I said, standing alongside the boy, quickly tapping his nuts with my cane. It was barely a tap, I thought.
"WHAAAAAAGHHH!" Scott screamed, rocketing with exceptional vigor to a full standing position.
"YEEAHHHHHHHHH! FUCK!" he screamed again at the cruel pull of the bungee, falling to the floor with equally remarkable speed.
"Oh, poor boy," I said to Bobby, "His balls hurt!"
"Can we do this without the kid?" Scott shouted, but his tone lacked most of its earlier arrogance.
"I'll have you apologize to Bobby later for your insulting remark. He's helped you and you've shown him no gratitude."
"Yes, Matthew. I'm sorry," he said, his voice straining.
There was a knock at the door. It had to be one of Darren Barnes' five mates. "Bobby, get undressed. It'll be more fun for you and them if you greet them at the door, naked."
"Okay," he replied cheerfully. "I'm hard."
"That's very good," I said. "Whoever it is, keep him out there. Don't let him look in here."
We were in my playroom. Bobby would need to go to the front room to answer the door. Cleverly, he closed the playroom door, making it impossible for the visitor to see Scott, or what I was doing to him.
"AHHH! OW!" Scott screamed as I pushed his balls roughly through the ring, releasing them from its grip.
"Don't you dare move, boy!"
I went to the front room to see who Bobby was letting in.
The five boys arrived as a group--smiling at Bobby and his erection. I noticed they all had wet stains on the crotch of their clothing--each one had pre-cum dripping from the chastity devices. No doubt their time in the things had been effective at intensifying their natural urges.
We exchanged greetings and then I got down to business. Darren would be sent for at the proper time. Of course, all Darren's mates knew that sex was to be the main course.
"Since you will all be getting sex privileges tonight, I thought it fitting that you all have a proper warm-up." The poor 15-year-olds had no idea what was in store for them.
"Yes, Matthew."
"Get naked, all of you!"
Even the sound of boys taking off their clothes excited me. Their soft chatter and sensual breaths added to the erotically charged atmosphere. Bobby hungrily eyed the bulge in my shorts.
I also liked the sound of their clothing hitting the floor, and the looks of their hard and half-hard cocks, as the act of undressing excited them. And the looks these 14-year-olds gave each other as they undressed were at least fascinating.
"Bobby, here's the master key. Unlock their chastity cages and let them take the things off."
Bobby whispered, asking if he could lick the pre-cum off the boys. I agreed.
"Ahh, Ohhh, Oooo; Oh, yeah," I heard, as Bobby's anxious tongue did its work on each of the aroused boys. Those that were not fully erect upon arriving, now had a proud erection poking up.
I grinned at the combination of spit and boy-fluid that now decorated the well-waxed wooden floor of my front room.
"Now, before we get started, I have a little surprise for you." This announcement was greeted with the most sincere, adolescent curiosity and enthusiasm.
"Tonight I have a sixteen year old boy with me." This alone brought the group to charming and rather lewd attention. He is being punished for stealing."
The bodily squirms and vocal responses of the boys had my juices flowing already. Even Bobby didn't know what I had in mind.
"Bobby--open the playroom door but don't let our victim move a muscle." Even with the door open, Scott would be out of sight-- but not out of listening range.
"But," I said, raising my voice for Scott's sake and returning to my audience of five aroused and entranced 14-year-olds, "before we go any further, I must tell you that our prisoner insulted Bobby a few moments ago."
Murmurs flowed through the room.
"Bobby, bring out the prisoner."
Shocked, titillated young voices filled the air as the well- known student and star athlete, Scott Alanson appeared, blushing horribly, led by the hand by none other than Bobby.
I went to the back of the room where Scott now stood, and installed the handcuffs, binding his hands behind his back.
"This is our prisoner," I said, returning to the front to face my young audience, "and he's agreed to apologize to Bobby for his bad behavior." Of course, I was putting words in Scott's mouth.
The roomful of 14-year-olds tittered and chatted energetically, their own faces charmingly red with anticipation, fear, and, no doubt, sexual urges.
"The prisoner will come to the front of the room. Bobby, you too." Bobby quickly ran to me, abandoning Scott, who looked lost.
Ever so humbly, Scott walked to where I was standing, looking as embarrassed as a boy could be. But that level of humiliation was soon to be surpassed.
"On your knees, boy," I shouted to Scott.
"Good. You look very nice, kneeling with your hands behind your back. Are you sorry for what you said about Bobby, while he was standing right next to you?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Well, say it to him!"
"Bobby--I'm sorry . . . sorry I insulted you."
"Now, boys, Scott has agreed to show his contrite feelings and demonstrate his apology to Bobby by giving him great pleasure," I said, bringing Bobby with his erection close to Scott--his mouth in careful juxtaposition to Bobby's bouncing boner.
"As a matter of fact, Scott has said that he thinks Bobby is very sexy, and that he loves the look of Bobby's big penis."
At that point, the five 14-year-olds gasped, and Scott was breathless with mortification. His lips parted. And his face, an indescribable dark rose color, enchanted me immensely.
"Oh, sir! Not this. Please, not this!" Scott pleaded, looking as if he were speaking to Bobby's erection. If he'd stuck out his tongue, it might have made contact with the throbbing, pubescent thing.
"I see. Well, Scott, it's an unusual request, but probably Bobby wouldn't mind which place he stuck his penis. Yes, I suppose your ass will do."
"No, NO sir! This will be fine! I'll suck him. I wanna suck him so bad!" he said, and cried bitterly.
Our star athlete, broken, ready to be used by a young boy, brought the entire group to silence.
"Go to it, boy lover," I said to Scott softly, after an appropriate silence.
A slight moan escaped Scott's lips as he exhaled deeply, only to lean forward and inhale the tip of Bobby's excited penis.
"Just the tip? Surely you can do better," I said cynically, shoving Bobby's hips forward, suddenly thrusting the five-inch erection into Scott's hesitant mouth.
The 16-year-old gagged and coughed immediately, spitting out Bobby's penis.
Derisive laughter of the highest order filled the room, as they all rebuked the good-looking athlete for his lack of oral skills, as well as his supposed love of Bobby's cock.
"No playing with yourselves!" I said to my audience. "Anyone who dares to come will taste the senior cane AND my whip!"
Sudden loud shrieks of terror came from the young onlookers.
Scott remained kneeling, staring at the stiff organ that had choked him.
"Get ON with it, boy! And show your deep affection for Bobby while you're about it."
Scott did his best, going so far as to caress Bobby's rear-end in the process. But although it was a superb effort, it was evident Scott was working against his own nature and was horribly embarrassed to be servicing a young boy of 13--in front of a group of 14-year-olds, no less.
The 16-year-old's mouth slowly engulfed and massaged the diminutive penis, eliciting from Bobby appreciative moans which only faintly encouraged Scott to continue his sucking.
Suddenly, Bobby looked at me in a panic--gritting his teeth in a pained expression. I knew what that was.
"Of course you can come, Bobby."
"Ohhhhhh, yeah!" came Bobby's happy reply.
"Boy!" I shouted to Scott, "Take him in your mouth. And I BETTER see the last few shots of his cum on your face!"
"Arrrrppph, unnnnggglllfff," Scott moaned loudly as Bobby's seed flowed.
Obediently, Scott pushed Bobby away in time for two good streams of semen to strike his face and neck. The sight excited me, and stunned the horny young onlookers.
I encouraged a round of applause for the sick-looking Scott, stricken with mortified grief as I had seen no other boy before.
"As you can see by his erection, Scott thoroughly enjoyed himself."
"Oh, God, no," Scott said in miserable shame.
I had no idea the boy would be erect after this, but it was a welcome bonus. For Scott, a very unwelcome one, judging by the look on his face. The five seated 14-year-olds drooled.
The young audience was so highly aroused--squirming and wriggling with potent urges, I felt sorry for them. "All right, you can touch yourselves--or each other--for fifteen seconds."
"Ahhhh!" came a response almost in unison as eager hands quickly touched desperate erections--some their own, some not.
"All right. Anyone that wants to can cock-tease the boy. He's been such a good sport about all this, he deserves a little reward," I said, knowing the effect it would have on Scott.
More naughty laugher came from the five stimulated boys. Obviously, cock-teasing would only add to the red-faced athlete's frustration.
Slouched down in a chair, Scott endured the professional oral talents of five 14-year-old boys and a 13-year-old.
"Ah! OH! Wait! Stop--I'm close! UH!" Scott said.
And the boy who happened at the time to be nursing Scott's sizable erection put his hand to his mouth, grinning, half bent over and blushing with incredible glee and self-consciousness, burst out in unrestrained pubescent giddiness as his eyes scanned his friends. The little red-faced lad's thrill of accomplishment mixed with the other emotions in an erotic, intoxicating display of unbridled boyhood.
I could not bring myself to move or say a word until the giggling lad had calmed down, and his mates with him, so captivating was the young boy's response.
"That's enough for now. More interesting things for Scott later," I said, calling the fun to a halt.
As I walked the five students into my playroom, they all saw the bungee cords attached to the floor.
"No way!" "Oh, God!" "Not this!" they said in complaint.
But they all knew they had to pay to play.
"Squat down low, boys."
With Bobby's help, I slid each boy's balls through a ring--the ring being at the free end of each bungee cord. My ears were greeted with high-pitched squeals as their young oval organs were forced through the tight ring--though not as tightly as Scott's had been squeezed.
"Remain squatted." This would put a nice strain on many of their young muscles. Some of the boys were already trembling with the effort.
"Has anyone managed to come in their chastity belt?"
All answered in the negative--some shaking their heads, some saying 'no.' I pretended I had a way to find out for sure.
I went to each boy, admiring his vibrating leg muscles, lying on my stomach and sucking his desperate 14-year-old dick. All were stone hard.
I did not say they had passed the test, knowing I would be wrong if some had lied and managed to come with the device on. It didn't matter, but it raised their tension levels.
"Bobby--some of the boys are going soft. Take care of them with your mouth."
"Oh, yeah!" Bobby said, causing all the other boys to laugh.
Now was the moment of truth. I would soon have them attempt to stand. The bungee cords would do their work! I let some time pass. And as I waited for the tension to rise, the faces of the five 14-year-old boys became paler and paler.
Scott Alanson stood, absorbed with the sight before him, penis painfully erect and pointing upward. Pre-cum dripped slowly from the athlete's balls.
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