Jock Buddy

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JOCK BUDDY

by derek phillips

CHAPTER 5 - BRAD'S STORY

The year I entered eighth grade, my dad sent me to military school, and that's where I found out I was gay.

He'd been talking about it ever since I was five, about how I needed more discipline, and military school would make me a man. He had gone to military school, it had changed his life, every boy should experience military school life. That sort of crap.

By the time I was getting ready for the eighth grade I thought I was safe, the idea of sending me to military school was dead. But then my dad sold his business for some ridiculous amount of money, and we were suddenly rich.

At the start of that summer we moved into a big fancy house that I hated, in a neighborhood way across town from our old house, and I lost touch with all my old buddies. I've always made friends easy, other guys just seem to want to be around me, so it wasn't that I was lonely - I missed Erik.

Erik and I had been best buds ever since I could remember. We lived next door to each other and our moms went shopping together, and we went to YMCA camp together in the summer, and we slept over at each other's houses all the time. We did everything together.

I guess I was in love with Erik. He was little and dark and cute, while I was bigger and blond and always looked older, though he was a month older than me. But he always seemed to secure, so cheerful, so happy, while I always felt like everything was about to fall apart; no matter how much everybody told me I was destined for fame and fortune, I was sure my life was a wreck. Being around Erik made me feel safe. My dream was for us to be together forever. I guess that should have tipped me off I was queer, but I was very athletic, and a natural leader, so it never occurred to me - queers were supposed to be wimpy and effeminate.

After we moved, Erik and I talked on the phone a lot at first, and tried to get together, but mostly it didn't work out. My mom was suddenly busy with all sorts of things, she joined all these clubs and became this big fucking civic leader, and Erik's mom worked, so she couldn't drive him over to our place, and after a couple of months we didn't talk any more.

Then I met Terry, this kid who lived a few blocks away, and things got better for a while. Terry had a swimming pool where we could hang out, and a buddy named Randy whom I liked because he had such great ideas for crazy things for the three of us to do, like play strip poker in Terry's pool house and the loser had to run out and jump in the pool naked, or let the other two rub ice on his penis, or lick the other guys' butts.

Randy lost those games a lot more than he should have, and I could tell he liked having to do those things, and secretly I liked doing them to him. He was little and cute and fun, and I guess I had a crush on him, but I was pretty naïve.

Then in July my dad announced I had been accepted for enrollment in Jacobs Academy for that fall.

I was stunned. Neither he nor my mom had even told me they were still thinking about it, let alone that they had applied for me, and I just stood and looked at the two of them. I felt like they weren't my parents, they had been taken over by aliens, they were awful monsters who wanted to torture me and ruin my life. I told them I wouldn't go, I would kill myself first, but they just ignored me, and right after Labor Day, Mom packed all my stuff, and Dad loaded it all into his new silver Mercedes and drove me the two hundred miles to Jacobs Military Academy For Boys.

Jacobs was this huge old red brick place like in that movie Toy Soldiers.

In some ways it was cool, and when I met my roommate, I liked him right away, he was a kid named Gino Giannopoulos, and he liked me and we spent the next couple of days before classes making friends with each other. He looked kind of like Wil Wheaton. He was into astronomy, and had this awesome telescope we could take on the roof at night and look at the stars and lie there and tell each other stories. His dad sounded just like mine, but he said it wasn't so bad, it was his third year, and it was okay, once you learned the ropes.

On the first day of classes I started to "learn the ropes."

My last class of the day was American History, with Mr. Randolph. I was the only new student in our grade that year, and every teacher all day had made a point of singling me out as he took the roll, saying "Ah! A newbie!" And all the other guys would laugh as though that was some great joke. I had decided to ignore it.

But then Mr. Randolph called me up to the front of the class and had me stand there as he called the roll. When he had finished he turned to me and said "Well, Mr. Jefferson. I have the honor of welcoming you to Jacobs Academy."

I figured this was just some stupid ritual, he'd make some little speech and I'd say how happy I was to be there, but I looked at my classmates and they were all grinning and making weird faces and one guy was waving his ruler around in the air with a maniacal glare in his eyes and I started to worry. What was going on?

"Mr. Giannopoulos, perhaps you would like to assist me?"

Gino got up and walked to the front in the approved stiff manner, and stood by my side.

"Sorry, man," he muttered to me, "I didn't think he'd call on me for this."

I was baffled, but stood looking around, waiting to see what came next. Mr Randolph walked to the corner and picked something up, but before I could see what it was, he spoke again.

"All right, Mr. Giannopoulos, you know the drill, help Mr. Jefferson assume the position, get on with it."

Gino grabbed me by the shoulders and turned me around and said "Put your hands on the edge of the desk, yeah, like that," and as I bent over he grabbed my legs and spread them apart a little and then I gasped as he grabbed my pants and pulled them down. Then he pulled down my briefs too, and I felt the cool air of the room hit my bare legs and ass. There were whistles and yells from the class, and Mr. Randolph cleared his throat and they stopped.

I was too stunned by what was happening to react or feel anything other than shock, but then Gino grabbed the tail of my shirt and pushed it up over my head, and then he pushed me tee shirt up too, as far as it would go. My entire body was naked from chest to ankles, and I felt a momentary thrill of pleasure at being naked and exposed like that while everyone looked at me. I'd found out I was an exhibitionist, playing sexy games with Terry and Randy by the pool - I liked parading naked in front of other boys, seeing them look at my naked body.

"You have to count the strokes," Gino said to me, his hand on my shoulder. "Count them out loud. Hold onto the edge of the desk tight, it helps."

"All right, Mr. Giannopoulos, that's enough, you don't need to pamper the boy, I expect he's been through this sort of thing before. You can step back now."

I felt Gino's hand leave my shoulder, and there was a hush in the room.

"All right, class, how many?" Mr. Randolph called out in a loud commanding voice.

"FIVE, SIR!" The entire class chorused together.

"Why, boys?"

"BECAUSE HE'S A NEWBIE, SIR!"

I was turning my head to try to see what was happening when I felt my ass explode into agonizing pain like I had never experienced before. I screamed in agony.

"What, boy?" Mr Randolph shouted.

"Count!" Gino muttered to me. "Say ONE, sir!"

I gasped, trying to catch my breath, still too stunned by what was happening to comprehend what it meant, or what I was supposed to do.

"One sir!" Gino muttered to me.

"One sir," I managed to gasp out.

My ass exploded in fiery agony again.

"Not loud enough, boy, let's try that again, same number, still four to go, shout it out!"

"ONE SIR!" I screamed in pain.

"Better, boy, better." Another blow descended.

"TWO SIR!"

With each blow of the cane, the class would cheer out after I screamed, repeating the count with delight.

When it was over, Gino helped me pull my pants up and tuck my shirt in and stumble back to my chair, and the class went on as though nothing had happened. By the time the class ended I had recovered enough that I was furious, at everyone. I was furious at the teacher, for doing that to me for no reason at all, I was furious at my classmates for cheering while it happened, I was furious at my parents for sending me to this hell, and most of all I was furious at Gino, who I had thought was my friend, for not warning me, and for assisting in my humiliation and torture.

The other boys looked at me and grinned maliciously as the class filed out, and I grabbed my books and rounded on Gino.

"You knew he was going to do that!" I growled. "Why didn't you warn me?!!"

"I thought you knew!"

"How the hell would I know? I've never been here before!" I was doubly angry then, that he was acting as though I should have some knowledge I didn't.

"But you said your dad went to school here. Didn't he tell you? My dad told me all about it before I came, he acted like it was some sacred rite, all this bullshit about making me a man, learning to take the rod and count out the strokes like a good little soldier. I thought you knew!"

My ass burned like fire, and each step I took made it hurt more. I shuffled along after Gino, trying not to feel or think. At least this was my last class. I gritted my teeth and started writing a letter in my head, planning what I would say to my mother, how I would persuade her to rescue me from this nightmare.

Then I remembered: Athletics.

The last activity of every day was Athletics. It wasn't a subject, or a class, per se. There were no grades. But every boy attended, unless he was sick.

Getting undressed to change into my gym clothes wasn't so bad, a few of the other kids pointed and laughed at the red welts on my ass, but I wasn't exposed for long.

But after gym every boy had to take a shower, all in the same room, with shower heads on the walls and no place to hide, and I felt totally humiliated. Everyone I looked at was looking at me and grinning, and I felt worse than I had ever felt before in my life. My ass burned as if that sadistic asshole Randolph was still beating me.

But then it got worse.

Just when I had finished my shower and was ready to run back to my locker and get dressed, Mr. Peters, our Phys. Ed. teacher showed up. Everyone turned off the showers, and stood looking at him, as he walked up to me.

"OK, boy," he said sternly, "I can see from the marks on your ass that you felt the cane today." He put his hand on my shoulder and turned me and examined my fiery red ass, his fingers following the dark welts. His touch was gentle, and when he asked "Who was it?" I thought he was going to sympathize with me, make Professor Randolph pay for hurting me.

"Mr Randolph, sir."

"I thought I recognized Martin's hand - good work." He slapped me on the ass, not that hard, but I winced. "You're new this year aren't you?"

"Yes sir."

"How many did you get."

"Five sir."

"Looks like six to me, boy."

"Didn't count loudly enough, sir."

"Alright, we'll call it five then. And why boy."

"Uh, Newbie sir."

"Right. Well, I assume you know the drill then."

"Sir?

"No one told you about the rest of your duties when you are caned?"

"Uh, no sir."

"Who's your roommate, boy?"

"Uh, Giannopoulos, sir."

"Giannopoulos!"

"Sir!"

"Front, boy."

"Why didn't you explain to Mr Jefferson, boy."

"Thought he knew, sir. His dad was a Jacobs boy, sir."

"I see."

"Here's the drill, Jefferson. Any boy who is caned must service an equal number of his classmates before the end of that day. Usually done after athletics, here in the shower room. Five strokes, five classmates. Is that clear."

"Uh, no sir - what do you mean, 'service'?"

He scowled at Gino.

"Andrews!"

"Sir!"

"Front!"

"Sir!"

"Show Jefferson what I mean by 'service'!"

"Sir, yes Sir!"

Andrews was a boy about my age, slight and dark and cute. He reminded me of Erik, so I had avoided him, not wanting to reopen that wound, feel even more alone and abandoned. I had noticed him helping some of the upperclassmen get into their gear, and been astonished at how intimately they let him touch them. He even helped one awesome jock arrange his sizeable endowment in his protective cup, and the looks they exchanged were like two lovers. Just now he had been showering next to another upperclassman, and helping the stud wash his back. Now he scurried up to the coach and demonstrated for me.

Coach stood looking stonily ahead, hands behind his back, as Andrews worked the man's tee shirt up to his armpits and started chewing on his massive pecs.

Coach Peters put up with that for a while, then said "Get on with it Andrews!"

Andrews then pulled Coach's shorts and jockstrap down and fell to his knees and sucked the man's cock, which was hard right away, so it was clear the work on his huge pecs had done its job.

It was obvious the boy liked what he was doing, he practically worshipped the man's large endowment, licking and sucking it expertly, taking first the head, then half the thick shaft, sucking and licking, then finally the entire huge pole into his mouth and down his throat, and his hands on the coach's balls and thighs and abs and pecs moved eagerly and skillfully to bring the man to orgasm. I was aroused in spite of my amazement, and glancing around saw that most of the boys in the room had erections, and were stroking them. One or two were on their knees, copying Andrews' example, sucking the cock of another boy. The smell of testosterone and cock juice and hot teen lust was overwhelming.

Coach maintained his cool, holding his hands behind his back during most of the performance, but towards the end he held Andrews' head and fucked it slowly. Finally he threw his head back and closed his eyes tightly and grunted and shoved his cock in hard and held it there, making loud gasping coughs of pleasure.

I could see Andrews' throat contracting as he swallowed eagerly. His eyes were lifted worshipfully to Coach Peters' huge bare chest as it heaved with ecstasy. Finally Coach pulled his cock out of the boy's mouth and stuffed it back in his shorts and stepped back. He patted Andrews on the head like a dog.

"Good job, boy."

"Thank you, sir."

"Is that clear, Jefferson?"

"What?" My voice was a high squeak, I was too stunned to say anything else.

"I said, Is that clear!?"

"You can't mean... I couldn't... You're joking!"

Coach Peters looked at me, then Gino disapprovingly and shook his head.

"Have you drawn lots, boys?"

"Yes sir!"

"Carry on, then." With that Coach Peters left the shower room, and I was alone with fifty naked horny teen jocks.

I stood there, unable to move, as every boy in the shower room looked at me, grinning. Gino was standing right next to me.

"Watch your teeth," he muttered, "let them do the work, and if you like it, don't let on, or you'll wind up like Andrews. Get on your knees, keep your hands behind your back, and keep your teeth out of the way. Let them do the work."

I let Gino push me to my knees. I was naked, as was every other boy in the room, but then other boys from the locker room, dressed and half- dressed, pushed through the door. I looked around at their faces, all staring at me. Andrews went to a small group near the door and accepted a small bunch of paper, looked at it, then turned and spoke in a loud clear voice.

"Alvarez is first!"

The crowd at the door parted, and a short, dark Latino pushed his way through. He was an upperclassman, short, dark, muscular, with hair on his legs and chest. I had seen him making faces at me earlier, and assumed he was just being an asshole, and ignored him. Now I knew he'd been taunting me about what was going to happen. I heard Gino's voice in my ear.

"Remember, let him do the work."

Alvarez was naked, eager and ready. He strode up to me and waved his already hard cock in my face, taunting me with it. He had a thick bush of curly pubic hair, and large heavy balls swinging in his nut sac. His hard cock stuck out straight, wet-looking, the bulbous head dark purplish red.

It was the first time I'd ever seen another guy's cock that close, and I was disgusted, but soon found out it was better that he was already hard - it meant he was aroused, and would cum quickly. He wasted no time shoving his blunt sex against my lips. It looked enormous to me, but was pretty average, maybe six inches, though thick.

I looked around at all the naked boys watching, most with erections, most masturbating as they watched. My final hope that this was some sort of crazy joke faded. I opened my mouth slowly. Alvarez shoved his cock into my mouth, plunging its full length inside, and I retched as it hit my tonsils.

Gino was kneeling beside me, coaching me.

"Don't resist, and whatever you do, don't barf," he said urgently, "you'll have to do two extras! Breathe out. Swallow. Close your eyes and forget where you are! Just get it over!"

I tried to do as he said, and managed to get my stomach back under control. Alvarez had grabbed my head and was fucking my face like a robot, making deep grunting noises. At one point I let my teeth scrape his cock, and he pulled it out and slapped me hard.

"No teeth, fuck-head!"

Then he shoved his cock back in again.

Desperately I tried to "service" him as well as I could. I pictured what Andrews had done, and tried to imitate it. I tried to make my mouth fit this long thick sausage of boy cock like a sleeve - caress it, suck it, envelop it softly. I thought of how it felt when I jerked off, wetting my hand and making a tube to fuck with my rigid shaft, and how to make my mouth feel like that.

Soon Alvarez's pumping got faster and harder and then he shoved his cock in all the way and held it there, and I started retching again as I felt my mouth filling with his jism.

"Swallow it, quick, you have to swallow it. Don't think, just do it!" Gino urged me quietly, and I obeyed.

I was afraid at first I would choke to death on the thick, sticky fluid filling my throat, but I managed to gulp it down. Surprisingly, the taste wasn't unpleasant. I had already learned to like raw oysters, and this was sort of the same. I just wished I had something to drink, to wash it all down. My dad had developed a taste for wines, and had let me try a few, and I found myself thinking that a nice Pouilly-Fuissé would be just the ticket for washing down hot teen cum.

Alvarez kept his cock buried in my throat for what seemed hours. He made soft moaning noises as his cock throbbed and spurted. I swallowed desperately. I was starting to need air, but I didn't dare try to push him away, I was afraid that would earn some additional penalty. Finally he let my head go and his softening boy-meat pulled from my mouth. He patted me on the head, and stepped back.

"Not bad, kid," he said condescendingly. "Not bad."

I was aware I had just done something that an hour earlier I would have thought totally disgusting, unthinkably revolting, but I heard applause, and looked at all the boys watching. They were smiling in approval. I had passed a test. I felt a strange glow of pride, but tried not to show it. The taste of fresh cum filled my mouth, and I couldn't help licking my lips, catching the last drops of cum Alvarez had left there as he pulled his cock from my mouth.

I looked up at Andrews and he smiled at me and looked at his list.

"Johanssen is second!"

A tall, skinny kid pushed his way through the crowd and stood in front of me. He had red hair and very pale skin. The hair in his crotch was red too, short and curly. He too was already hard, with a long thin cock, at least seven inches. Its thinness made it look longer than it was, and I worried at first that it would choke me for sure, but he put his hands on my head gently and as I opened my mouth he guided his dick in slowly, smiling tenderly. I got the feeling he remembered what it had been like to be in my place, and wanted to make it easy for me. I closed my lips and sucked gently as he worked his dick slowly in and out, slowly deeper and deeper. I wanted to make him feel good. I started to lift my hands, to stroke his smooth pale skin, but Gino stopped me, whispering urgently in my ear.

"Don't! Keep your hands down!"

I closed my eyes and concentrated on making the boy's cock feel good, suctioning, squeezing with my lips and tongue and cheeks, as he slid it slowly in and out, rhythmically, deeper and deeper, until I had it all, and he was cumming. He didn't make any noise until the end, then he made soft coughing sounds, gentle high gasps, almost as if he was in pain. He sounded so helpless and vulnerable, and I was so proud I had given him pleasure. He released my head, and pulled his cock out. Cum was still dribbling from the tip, and a small spurt hit my lips. I licked it up without thinking, and was tempted to lean forward and take his cock in my mouth again, lick up the last drops, suck him dry, but held back, remembering Gino's warning - not to let on if I liked it. I was liking it. The last few drops of the redheaded boy's cum dripped down off my chin.

"Third boy is Jarvis!" Andrews called out the next name, and a short, pudgy boy shuffled forward. He was in my English class, my same age, and from the cowering way he sat and walked, I was sure this was a rare chance for him to feel superior, but he just shuffled up to me and stood there. His dick was soft, but he did nothing to get it hard for me, just stood there looking down, waiting.

I wasn't sure what to do, but remembered Gino's earlier warning not to use my hands, so I leaned forward and sucked the boy's penis into my mouth. It felt strange, soft and spongy. I sucked gently, and slowly it got hard. Even erect it was only about four inches, it hardly filled my mouth, and after only half a minute or so of my sucking on it the boy started grunting, pig-like, and I felt the warm fluid of his ejaculation on my tongue. I swallowed hurriedly as he pulled it out and shuffled away.

"Fourth boy is Stark!"

I heard a murmur in the crowd surrounding me as a dark-haired, average- looking boy with his clothes on pushed his way through. He looked like he was probably an upperclassman, even a Senior maybe. Fully dressed, it was impossible to tell how he was built, but he didn't look underdeveloped. The murmur grew, and I saw many boys who had been jerking off earlier, but had stopped, now wrap their hands eagerly around their horny teen cocks again.

Stark walked up to me, opened his belt, then pushed his pants and boxers down to reveal pale-skinned, very muscular legs, and the biggest cock I had ever seen. It was only half hard at first, hanging down already huge, but he stroked it slowly to full erection, and it was enormous. It was at least nine inches, and thick. I gasped, awed and afraid. I was sure there was no way I was going to suck a cock that big, and I'd choke to death on his cum, if his load was equally big.

He pulled his shirt up to his chest, exposing awesomely-muscled abs and pecs, and pale almost hairless skin, just a thin dark trail leading from his navel to his crotch. My cock throbbed, aroused by what I saw. He was a total stud, with a cock to match. He rubbed his abs, then his pecs, watching me watch him, seeing my lust, my need. His body looked like it was carved from alabaster, the muscles so clearly defined it was like an anatomy lesson. I learned later that he was a gymnast, with a chance at the Olympics.

I wanted to reach out and touch his body, feel those hard muscles, lick and suck that awesome physique. I was starting to catch on that the arousal I had always felt when I looked at a sexy naked guy was not normal for a boy.

Stark looked down at me, grinning. I think he knew I was liking this. He rubbed his abs slowly for me, then his pecs, pinching his large dark nipples, stretching them, twisting them.

"Want this?" he asked, rubbing his body. He took one of my hands and guided it to his pecs. I touched them gently, then urgently, using first just the one hand, but then as he smiled down and nodded at me, lifting the other to explore his awesome body. I heard Gino make noises of warning, but ignored them. I didn't care, I had to touch those incredible muscles.

The jock stud's huge cock had been growing slowly to full erection as I rubbed his naked body. He wrapped one hand around it and stroked it, offering it to me. I was enthralled.

Erect, his cock was so heavy it hung down, so he supported it with one hand while he put the other on my head and guided his giant member to my lips. My hands dropped from his pecs as I stared at it in awe and fear.

The room was almost totally silent except for the dripping of water from the shower heads. I could hear the wet slap of eager teen hands on eager teen cocks, balls slapping against thighs, the slurping sound of eager teen mouths on hard teen cocks as all the other naked boys watched the awesome stud get ready to shove his giant cock down my throat, and sought release.

"Want this, buddy?" he asked softly. I stared up at him, hypnotized.

"You can do it, buddy, suck my cock, it's not that big, just open up and suck on it a little," Stark murmured to me quietly. He sounded like he wanted to help me, like he needed me. I looked up, and he was smiling kindly. I wanted his cock, I wanted to make him feel good.

I opened my lips as his huge, blunt cock-head touched them, and it slid slowly between them. I had to open my mouth as wide as it would go, and soon it was filled with his huge manhood. He had my head in both hands by then, and was slowly, inexorably, pushing his enormous fuck pole into me.

I closed my eyes and let it happen. He did it so gently, but so irresistibly that I felt privileged. He was making soft moaning sounds, obviously enjoying the sensation, liking the way my mouth felt on his enormous erection. I wanted to make him feel good, service him, take his entire cock and make him cum, swallow every drop of his precious cum. His cock felt so good in my mouth, so right. I thought of what Gino had said - not to let on if I liked it. I tried to ignore what I was feeling. But my hands were already roaming the jock stud's naked pecs and abs again, my mouth was sucking his cock so eagerly, I knew I was lost.

Stark pushed his cock in slowly as far as it would go. It hit the back of my mouth. That was all I could take.

He held it there, rubbing at around urgently, pushing, making a soft moaning sound, then pulled it out and I took a deep breath.

"Come on, buddy, you can do better than that," he crooned to me as he pushed it back in. Somehow my throat opened, and I took several inches more. There was a murmur from the boys watching, and I heard the sound of eager hands pumping hard wet cocks, gasps of ecstasy as boy cocks erupted with hot teen jizz.

He held his cock in me like that, working it in and out just a little, then pulled it out again. I was starting to taste his sex juice, which had oozed from the tip and was drooling down my throat. I was drunk with it, I had to have it all, I wanted his cock, I wanted his cum. I stuck my tongue out and licked the head of his cock, lapping up the sticky fluid drooling from the tip.

"Good boy," he said quietly, "I knew you'd be good at this. Now some more, take it all, open wide, take the whole thing, good boy."

I obeyed eagerly, opening my mouth as wide as it would go, and he pushed his huge cock in again, harder, deeper, deeper, and I felt my nose rubbing his pubic hair, and I knew I had it all. I felt omnipotent, godlike.

I sucked hard, swallowing on the giant tube of fuck meat. My hands went again to his pecs and abs, I had to feel those awesome muscles. I stroked and rubbed him, and he made sounds of approval as he held his huge cock down my gullet. My own cock was throbbing and oozing, desperate for release. My balls churned.

The murmurs grew louder. I heard loud gasps, and knew more of the boys were ejaculating, pushed over the top by the sight of that huge hard cock buried in my throat. I sucked and swallowed, wanting his cum.

"Yeah, good boy, that's my boy, suck it, you've got it all, I knew you could do it, good little cock sucker," the huge-dicked jock crooned to me, working his giant fuck stick deep in my throat, making it swell and contract, rubbing it in and out.

He pulled out once more, then shoved his cock in deep and hard five or six times, fucking me brutally, then held it there, buried in my gullet, and I swallowed over and over. He gasped, and his cock throbbed and swelled and erupted with a huge load of hot teen jism, and I swallowed it eagerly. I grabbed his pecs and rubbed and squeezed them, loving his big hard muscles as much as his big hard cock.

I heard the boys around us whispering in amazement.

"Awesome, man!" "No way!" "Fuck, yeah!"

Stark was holding my head down on his cock, his body convulsed, soft grunts of pleasure coming from deep in his throat.

"Yeah!" he moaned, "Yeah! Take my cock, take it all!"

The awesome jock gasped a few last times, then released my head, and fell back. Reluctantly, I let his cock slide out of my mouth, my hands dropped from his pecs. I opened my eyes to watch as he rearranged his clothing and stuffed his still half-erect monster back into his pants. I licked my lips, not wanting to waste the tiniest drop of his boy juice. I wanted more.

He looked down and smiled at me and patted me on the head.

"Damn kid, that was awesome," he said, then turned and walked out. I almost cried, I wanted more of his cock, I wanted more of his body.

There was a moment of silence, and I knew I'd blown it. I hadn't known it myself until then, but I realized finally that I was like Andrews. I liked this a lot. I was queer for other boys.

Gino was still kneeling beside me, coaching me, and I heard him gasping as he stroked his own tool - he was turned on too, watching me suck hot teen cock in the shower room. His hand on my back was stroking my soft smooth skin, his eyes were glued to my face as he beat his meat. He was about to cum, watching me, feeling me, seeing me suck cock.

My hand went to my own cock, and found it rock hard. I grabbed it and worked it slowly, licking my lips, the taste of fresh teen cum coating them. I was completely aroused, eager for the next cock. I wanted more hot fresh boy cum. I looked up at Andrews, who was looking at me with admiration and envy. He looked down at his list.

"Fifth boy is Maxwell!"

Another loud murmur swelled. I followed the gazes of all the other boys in the room. Standing at the edge of the crowd was a boy I had sneaked envious glances at in the locker room. He looked like an ad for some body-building system on TV: long blond hair, square-jawed handsome face, broad shoulders, narrow hips, all muscles. He was naked, and darkly tanned except at his hips, where a sharp tan-line defined a skimpy swimsuit worn for maximum exposure. He was grinning knowingly at me, as if to say he knew how much I had enjoyed what had just happened, how much I was now enslaved to big hard cocks, how much I wanted him.

Maxwell walked towards me slowly like a big jungle cat: everything about his looks and the way he moved projected confidence and control. He was in charge, he always got what he wanted. He was stroking his big cock, it was hard, ready. It wasn't quite as big as Stark's, but it was big, and there was already cock-ooze dangling from the tip.

All thoughts of the huge-dicked jock whose cock I had just sucked were erased from my mind. All I wanted was Maxwell.

The bronzed god stopped two feet away from me and grinned down, waving his big stick. The head was bright red, glistening with his sex juice. He moved his hand, and the foreskin slid back and forth, covering then revealing the beautiful plum of his tool. The sticky fluid oozing from the tip swung back and forth. He held it there, offering it.

"Make him come to you," I heard Gino whisper urgently.

The naked athlete waggled his finger at me, beckoning, offering his erection.

"Come on, pussy-boy," he drawled sexily. "Come and get it. You want it, I know you do."

He was right, I wanted it, I had to have it.

I crawled slowly forward, opening my mouth, enslaved. The other boys all gasped.

Maxwell wiped the head of his rapidly drooling sex all over my face, coating me with his cock ooze. My whole body trembled with excitement and need. I wanted that cock. He rubbed it against my lips, coating them with his juice. I licked my lips, tasting him. I needed more, and tried to lick his cock, but he kept pulling it away.

"You want this, pussy-boy?" he asked quietly, taunting me. "Yeah, you do, don't you?"

I nodded, gazing up at his awesome muscles, his incredible body, his beautiful cock. I wanted his cock and his pecs and his abs and his biceps and his balls and his ass. I wanted to lick him all over and suck his cock and make him cum. I wanted whatever he wanted.

He smiled, looking down at me, waving his cock slowly back and forth.

I knelt submissively, waiting, my mouth wide open, desperate to taste the awesome stud's huge hard meat.

Finally, he let me have it, held his hard sex for me, guided its head to my lips, eased it in and sighed as I engulfed it.

I heard hard breathing from every boy in the room as I went all the way down on the golden muscle-god. I heard hands jerking hard cocks, grunts of ecstasy as cocks exploded with pent-up semen, big drops of cum splattering on the floor as hard teen cocks erupted, hard teen bodies jerking and throbbing with unbearable pleasure.

Every boy watching was aroused by the sight of that muscle god feeding his huge hard cock to me.

No longer afraid to reveal my deep inner need, my hunger for muscles and cocks, I lifted my hand to his balls and stroked them as I suctioned his cock all the way into my gullet. My other hand slid upward on his awesome muscular body to his chest and caressed his hard sexy pecs, big hard rounded slabs of muscle with big hard nipples jutting out. I worked his balls and pecs and sucked his cock, lost in my own ecstasy.

I felt a mouth on own rock-hard throbbing boner, and glanced down to see Andrews on the floor between Maxwell's wide-spread legs, sucking my cock as I sucked the big muscle-boy's.

Once I had taken his cock fully, Maxwell took my head in both hands and started fucking my face. He put his whole body into it, and it must have been quite a show, I could hear the gasps and moans of pleasure as all the other boys watched and jerked off. The awesome jock stud was using every muscle in his body to enhance his pleasure, flexing and thrusting, urging me on, gasping and moaning.

"Yeah, kid, suck my big cock, suck it good, yeah! Good little cock- sucker, eat that big dick. Make me cum, baby, take it all, suck it, take it, yeah!"

It didn't take long, the boy was obviously ready to cum quickly, watching me suck the others, especially Stark's huge sausage, had put him right on the edge, soon he was holding me impaled on his big stick, yelling and thrusting as his balls emptied themselves down my throat.

"Yeah! Take it all, cocksucker! Take it! Unghh! Unghhh!"

My own cock was throbbing and spurting too, as Andrews sucked me dry. I was in ecstasy, my mouth filled with Maxwell's huge cock and hot cum. I swallowed greedily, loving the feel, the taste, the act, on my knees naked in front of the naked teen sex-god, servicing his enormous fuck stick.

I heard Gino pant and moan as he pumped out his hot teen cum all over me. He was standing beside me now, watching me suck cock, beating his meat hard and fast, showering me with his cum.

As I released Maxwell's huge cock and he stepped back, satisfied, the circle of horny teen jocks surrounding us closed in, the ones who had not cum yet desperate for release, beating their hard teen meat urgently, and we were showered with hot boy jism, a dozen naked teen studs blasted their loads on me and Gino and Maxwell and Andrews. Our naked bodies were coated with cum, and several of the boys stepped even closer and came on my face, and in my mouth. I didn't care, I wanted all the hot boy cum I could get, I opened wide and let the horny jocks spurt, filling my mouth with their sticky boy juice. I swallowed it all eagerly.

One sexy boy even shoved his cock into my mouth and fucked his cum down my throat, and I swallowed it eagerly, sucking him dry, then licking more cum off Maxwell's cock and legs as it dripped down to the floor. Gino had to pull me to my feet and lead me to a shower to clean myself off, or I would have knelt there until I collapsed, desperate for more hot teen cock, more fresh hot teen cum.

Later, back in our room, Gino rubbed salve on my ravaged ass. He didn't say anything at first, and I was afraid to ask what he was thinking. But finally he couldn't hold back.

"You shouldn't have let on. I told you not to."

"I know."

"It's a good thing you're cute, at least."

"Why? What do you mean?"

"You'll see." He finished putting the salve on my welts, and moved to his own bed as I put on my PJs.

There was a knock at the door.

Gino opened it, and Logan Maxwell, the bronzed god I had sucked last in the gym was standing there. He was wearing just his briefs, and had a towel slung over his shoulder, and a riding crop in his hand. I could see the outline of his huge meat through his tight skimpy shorts. It was half hard. My heart felt like it was trying to escape from my chest, I could still taste his hot cum, I wanted more. Was he here to have me suck him off again? I was ready.

He ordered Gino out, then sat on the bed and told me he had seen me looking at him in the locker room. I said nothing. He said I had done a good job of sucking him off. I still said nothing.

"Come here," he said, sounding strangely nervous. I found out later that this was his first year as a Head Boy. He spread his legs wide and beckoned to me.

I walked up to him, and stood docilely between his legs as he undressed me. It didn't take long - unbutton my pajama top, push it off, untie the string of my pajama bottoms, let them drop to the floor. But he did it slowly, looking at me intently, stroking and fondling me.

"You're way cute," he told me, fondling my body as he exposed it. My little dick was rock hard the moment he started, and once it was exposed he rubbed it gently, making me feel warm and safe and desperate for release. Once he had me naked he pulled me towards him. I leaned forward and pressed my naked chest against his, and he held me, murmuring in my ear. My cock was throbbing as it rubbed against his crotch. I licked his neck, unable to conceal my desire. I wanted him so bad. I wanted him to want me. His warm strong hands rubbed me all over, he let me suck his fingers as he fingered my ass.

"Would you like to be my boy?" he asked quietly, pushing me away so he could see my face.

I nodded, not sure what that meant, but willing to do almost anything to be near this blond, muscular, bronze-skinned god. I dared to reach out and touch his chest, run my hands over his huge hard pecs, touch his nipples, and he smiled. I grew bolder, and let my hands roam freely over his awesome muscles. He continued to rub and stroke me too.

"You're way cute," he said again, looking at me dreamily, playing with my dick as he rubbed my bare ass, and I felt like I had just achieved the ultimate level on some video game, scored higher than anyone else in history.

I leaned forward and licked his pecs, loving the smooth soft skin of his chest, and the way he sighed as I sucked his large nipples. I licked downward, loving the sharp cuts of his abs. He pulled me closer, hugging me as I licked and sucked him all over. His finger probed at my ass hole.

He stood and pushed his shorts down far enough to pull out his huge cock. It was big and hard, swelling bigger as he held it.

"Want this?"

I nodded.

"Go ahead."

I got down on my knees and sucked him off again, as he fell back on the bed, giving me free access to his awesome physique.

This time I didn't have to worry about revealing my secret, that I liked to suck cock, that I loved hard-muscled teen bodies. Logan's cock was magnificent, long and thick and straight and perfect. I worshipped it, licking and sucking it slowly, and he let me do whatever I wanted, making encouraging noises when I did things he especially liked. He liked it when I played with his balls, grabbing them and squeezing and pulling them hard. I was surprised just how hard I could squeeze them and still he made those sounds of pleasure and encouragement.

Playing with his asshole got him especially hot. I avoided it at first, not yet knowing how erotic that area could feel, but he guided my hands there, and made loud noises of pleasure as my fingers found his tight pucker and rubbed and probed.

He came as my finger pushed inside his boyhole, saying "Yeah, oh yeah, fuck me, buddy, fuck me, cumming, cumming, YEAH!"

His cum was thick and sweet, and much bigger than earlier - the ass play had done it, pushed him into a different zone of arousal and excitement. I swallowed it eagerly, wanting to engulf him, become him. He jerked and moaned and held my head tightly, ramming his huge cock deep into my throat, choking me. I loved it.

When I finished he asked me again if I wanted to be his boy. I told him I didn't know what that meant. He called Gino back in and reprimanded him for not explaining things to me better. Gino apologized but still got three vicious lashes with Logan's crop, which the muscle-boy picked up from the bed where he had set it down. He told the trembling boy to drop his bottoms and lie across the chair, then gave him three. I found my cock throbbing as I watched, there was something very arousing about seeing the cute naked boy bent over the chair, his bare ass raised vulnerably in the air, the riding crop hitting it hard, his body jerking with pain as he yelped loudly. I rubbed my hard penis, unable to resist, wanting to rub it against Gino's bright red ass.

And when the naked boy stood, his cock was hard. He had liked being punished by the awesome stud. Logan, who had been stroking his own erection as he spanked Gino, told the boy to lick his still-wet cock, and Gino did it eagerly, dropped to his knees and licked Logan's huge tool up and down, obviously as addicted to big hard dicks as I now was.

I was jealous, but stood and watched quietly as my roommate sucked the muscle-boy to yet another orgasm. I was terrified as Logan grabbed Dino's head and held it lovingly to fuck the boy's mouth, afraid the blond stud would change his mind, choose Dino instead of me. Now that I had tasted Logan's beautiful cock, stroked and licked his awesome muscles, I wanted more.

But when he had satisfied his lust with Dino, Logan told him to explain to me, and if I wanted to be his boy, to report to his room at 8 PM.

Gino and I put salve on each other's welts, and he started playing with my ass and soon he was sucking me off while he finger-fucked me. He asked Did I like it, and I said Yes and he said I could do it to him later.

Gino explained about being an upperclassman's boy. It meant I was his slave, basically, had to do whatever he demanded, but it meant I was also protected from the other upperclassmen, who otherwise would be able to use me whenever they wanted. And now that everyone knew I liked to suck cock, and was good at it, I would be in demand.

What choice did I have?

I put my PJs on again. On my way to my new master's room, I ran into Stark. He was walking along, head down, muttering to himself.

"Sadistic assholes! Nazis!" He looked up as we collided.

"You! Just on my way to see you. But I bet I'm too late. Maxwell's boy now?"

I nodded, suddenly regretful. But Logan had asked first, and I found him very attractive, while Stark was just some guy with a really big cock.

In his room, Logan explained my duties: keep his kit clean, suck his cock when he wanted it, fetch things for him. I had to report every morning at 6 am for an hour, and again after dinner at 8 pm for two more. If I needed time off to study, I was to say so, but I shouldn't use that if I didn't really need to.

I agreed. I felt lucky, any boy would want to be Logan's boy, Gino had said so.

Once he had explained my duties, Logan had me stand in front of him as he sat on a chair, and stripped me naked again, and stroked and fondled me.

"You're so fucking cute," the teen jock murmured as he rubbed every inch of me. He rubbed my head affectionately, messing up my hair, which would have infuriated me if anyone else had done it, but made me feel warm and happy.

His cock soon rose, and I dropped to my knees and serviced him again, taking a third load of his hot sticky cum. He reached down and stroked my erection as I sucked him off, and I came right after he did.

My life at the Academy settled into a routine. I was getting along, it wasn't so bad. I would rather have been at home, away from the discipline and regimentation, but Logan was good to me, and Gino and I had become friends. Another upperclassman had chosen Gino as his boy, so he was safe too, and if we weren't too tired at night we usually sucked each other off. He was really good at it, he could make me cum in no time, and said he liked doing it to me.

I got caned at least once a week, as did Gino, and most of the other boys. There seemed no way to escape it, there was always some obscure regulation that one violated without knowing about it, and professors who seemed determined to punish someone, and fellow students eager to watch someone else suffer that day. Two strokes for this, five for that. My ass barely recovered from one vicious assault before it was subjected to the next. Fortunately the infirmary dispensed salve with no restrictions, and Gino was always available to apply it to my ass, as I did to his.

I think the tradition of "service" had something to do with the beatings - there were a lot of beautiful cocks in that school. So inevitably some of the boys misbehaved just so they would have to suck their classmates' hard teen meat. I'm not saying I was one of those boys, that I misbehaved so I could suck cocks, but at least I minded the beatings less, I tolerated them easier, knowing what would follow.

It wasn't long before I had "serviced" most of the other boys in the school, and been serviced by them in return. I didn't even try to pretend I didn't like it, and often sucked off other boys as we watched the boy who had been punished do his duty. "Service time" was the only time that any boy could have sex with any other without violating the rules of ownership between Head Boys and their servant boys.

I even did the coach once, he saw me at work on another boy in the showers, sucking off the wrestling squad captain to reward him for a victory - and summoned me to his office, where he simply pushed his shorts down and sat back in his chair, offering his huge tool. I think he knew my reputation by then, as a boy who loved really big ones, so he wasn't surprised when I swallowed his giant tool to the root, and held it in my gullet, swallowing on it as his balls erupted, filling my belly with his hot load of jism.

I had to be careful, of course. Being Logan's boy meant I wasn't supposed to have sex with other boys, unless I had been caned, so I guess I did let myself in for more canings than I would have otherwise, so I could suck more cock.

And now and then I took risks, so I could have sex with a boy I particularly wanted. That wrestling squad captain, for example. He was shorter than Logan, dark-haired and dark-skinned, some Mediterranean extract like Gino - Italian, I think - smooth-skinned and awesomely muscular.

His name was Tonio, and his cock wasn't that big. Bigger than average, I suppose, but not as big as Logan's. But he was so fucking sexy, and the way he looked at me in the showers and any time we passed in the halls, I knew he wanted me.

So I hung out places I knew he would be, and when I caught him looking at me, I smiled, and soon had his cock pumping hot sweet cum down my throat.

Tonio was a Junior, while Logan was a Senior, but he could have had a boy of his own, yet didn't. He told me once, as I was sucking him off in the towel room of the gym, while the towel boy kept watch to be sure we weren't interrupted, that I was the only boy he wanted. I believed him, but still didn't regret choosing Logan.

But I sure did love his muscles, and his cock, and his asshole, which he liked me to lick as I played with his balls. Then he would have me suck him off, and he would tell me he loved me.

Tonio even sucked me off in return.

It happened the third time we met for sex, after hours, in the boys' john. That same towel boy watched out for us, turning away anyone who tried to get in.

Tonio sat on the john, and I stood between his legs, and we made out first.

That was forbidden, of course. Boys weren't supposed to kiss, but Tonio kissed me. He took my PJs off, then his own, then sat on the john and looked at me. His face had this dreamy look, and he touched me softly all over. "You're so beautiful," he whispered. Then he pulled me close, and kissed me on the lips.

I got the feeling it meant something special to him. He told me later I was the first boy he had ever kissed.

Gino and I kissed all the time, making out as we fell asleep together most nights, safe in each others' arms. It seemed natural to me, now that I knew I was a faggot. I liked to suck boys' cocks, I liked their muscles, kissing them didn't seem like a big deal.

But to Tonio it was something special, I guess, and we kissed for what seemed hours. Then he leaned down and sucked me off, and when I came he stood and pulled up his shorts and left, and a while later I left. Two boys in the hallway looked at me in shock, and I scowled at them, afraid they would tell Logan.

I met Tonio once or twice a week after that, and either he would suck me off, or I would do him. And we would make out, touching each other's naked teen bodies as we locked our lips together and drifted in ecstasy.

There were other boys I met for secret sex, too. It's a good thing there's no limit to how many cocks you cam suck in one day, like there is to how many times you can cum, or Logan would have found out how many times I cheated on him that term. I think he knew, but he also knew I was his boy, he was the one who had my undivided service twice a day. He was the one I cared about.

One day, about six weeks into the term, I had been sucking Logan's cock for half an hour, but he wouldn't let me make him cum. He had me stand in front of him by the chair where he usually sat while I was servicing him, and he started stroking and fondling my naked body. He always stripped me naked when I was with him, even if he was clothed. It was part of his ritual, having me stand docile in front of him as he took my clothes off. I liked that, he with clothes on, me naked, I felt incredibly sexy, helpless and vulnerable and totally aroused as he felt me up and looked at me.

I was starting to fill out, he had me on a strict exercise regimen, and my muscles were developing, as was my cock. My hair was darkening from white-blond to golden, my pecs were swelling. I liked what was happening to me, and so did Logan, he would admire my development and tell me how beautiful I was.

This time Logan was naked too. He looked so awesome, hard muscles glistening with perspiration, dark golden tan, sharply defined pecs and abs, big cock, glistening with sex and spit. I reached for it, wanting to suck it more, make him cum, taste his hot jock-teen sex juice.

Logan was looking at me now, examining me with his hands and eyes, stroking me, fondling me, arousing me. He seemed pleased. I was delighted, I felt warm and safe and happy. He was rubbing my chest and belly, playing with my little cock and groping my nuts. It felt good. Then he put one hand on my ass and rubbed that gently and told me I was beautiful, and I loved that. Then he rubbed my ass more, probing at my hole with his finger. He had done that before, but now he asked Had I ever taken a hard cock up the rear, and I was horrified.

"Gosh no!"

I had heard other boys talk about it, of course. Some said they actually liked it, and everybody said sooner or later it was bound to happen. Gino and I played with each other's asses, he had shown me how good it felt to have his finger up there while he was sucking my cock, and I did it to him, but a cock was much bigger than a finger.

"Would you do it if I asked you to?"

"I'd rather not. It would hurt."

"Lie on the bed and let me show you something."

I was afraid, but I did as he asked. I knew I really had no choice, if I refused he could tell everyone I wasn't his boy any more, and the next night I'd be getting gang-fucked in the locker room, it had happened to one boy already.

Logan had me lie face down naked on his bed, and he spread my legs apart, and started playing with my ass with his hands, then kissing it, then licking it, then he pulled my cheeks apart and licked my crack, then my hole, then he pushed his tongue in there. I was shocked, but it felt good, and the more he did it, the more I liked it.

I lifted my ass off the bed willingly, spreading my legs as wide as I could to give him full access. He licked and probed with his tongue, getting my hole wet and relaxed. Then he used a finger, spit on it and pushed it in and worked it around. That felt even better, but when he asked if he could go further I said I wanted him to stop and he did.

The next night he asked could he play with my ass again and I said OK and he showed me a box he kept under his bed, filled with dildos. He had at least ten, all sizes, from ones no bigger than my little cock to ones even bigger than his own. He told me he was going to use one of them on me, and I could pick which one.

When I still hesitated, he said "Here, I'll show you." And he grabbed the biggest one, which was as big as my forearm, long and thick, and flopped onto the bed on his back, legs in the air.

"Toss me that bottle of lube," he said, gesturing at the box. I picked up the only bottle I saw there, and handed it to him.

He squirted about half the bottle up his ass, then shoved the huge dildo half way inside himself, all at once, and started working it in and out like a madman. I was shocked he would do that to himself, and astounded at how much of that huge cock he could take. And from the look on his face, it felt incredibly good. His expression went through ten degrees of ecstasy, his eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth fell open, he panted and drooled and gasped with delight as he fucked himself hard with the huge cock with one hand and worked his own huge cock with the other. I was afraid he would hurt himself, he rammed the dildo up his ass so deep and so hard, but soon he was gasping and crying out with pleasure, beating his meat faster and faster, and when he came he cried out over and over as his cock spurted cum all over his face and body, and the white sticky fuck juice dripped down onto his bed.

I think part of what turned him on was putting on a show for me, convincing me it felt good to get fucked.

When Logan's awesome orgasm subsided, and his body stopped jerking and convulsing with the force of that incredible self-fucking, he fell back and looked up at me drunkenly. I knew it was my turn.

I picked the smallest dildo, knowing I had no choice, and fearful, but resigned.

He had me lie face down naked on the bed again and licked my asshole until I relaxed, then he squirted a lot of lube up my hole, and used his finger for a while, pushing it into me and working at around to stretch me.

Then the rubber cock, which hurt a little when he pushed it in too fast, but then felt good. But it was tiny compared to his cock.

Once he had it shoved into me, and I stopped whimpering, he turned me over and sucked my penis while he fucked me with the dildo. That felt good, and he kept it up until I orgasmed, and he swallowed my cum, which shocked me, it was the first time he had sucked my cock. I had assumed Logan would never do that.

He kept that up for several nights, using a bigger dildo on me each night. My ass was sore all the time, and I was sure everybody knew what was happening, when other boys looked at me I looked away in embarrassment, they must know what Logan was doing to me. I didn't even tell Gino about it, and he and I shared everything.

What made it even harder was that mostly I enjoyed it, and not just for the attention, and having Logan suck my cock while he fucked my tight little ass with his rubber cocks. I liked the way it felt, and while part of me dreaded the real thing, part wanted it, wanted Logan's big cock shoved all the way up my ass, drilling me hard, filling me with his hot teen jism.

Finally one night Logan told me he was going to fuck me. I asked him not to but he said if I didn't he'd give me away to some other upper classman and find a new boy who would do what he wanted.

I said "OK, but don't hurt me, please."

I positioned myself face down on the bed, as usual, and he took it slow at first, licking and tonguing and fingering my asshole as usual, squirting lots of lube up inside me, getting me ready with a dildo that was nearly as big as he was. I had trouble taking it, but once he had it inside me and started fucking me with it, I liked it.

Seeing that, he pulled the big dildo out and straddled my naked body on the bed and rubbed his heavily leaking cock on my hole. He rubbed it around, then pushed slowly, then rubbed it some more. I felt myself loosening up, he had half the head inside. I lifted my ass and wiggled it around, because I knew he liked that. Big mistake.

"Oh fuck, Braddie," he panted, "your ass is so cute and sexy, I've just got to fuck you. Here it comes." He shoved his huge hardon into me, sinking at least half of it into my virgin ass.

I screamed. It hurt something awful, and as he started fucking me for real, I screamed again, and he muffled me with his pillow. He held his cock still for a while, but then pushed more, and it hurt worse, and I started crying. He didn't take it out, but he held it still again and tried to comfort me.

"I'm sorry Braddie, I can't stop now, you're so sexy, and I want to fuck you so bad, I've wanted to from the first, please stop crying, you'll like it once you get used to it I promise."

I did like it, not that time but the third or fourth. I guess my ass got stretched, and when there was less pain, I was aware of the pleasure. I loved getting fucked.

And once he knew I liked getting fucked, Logan wanted nothing else. He would have me suck his cock until he was really hard and horny, then he would have me lube my asshole and sit on his cock and slowly impale myself on it while he watched my face. He said he liked the expressions I made as I took his huge dick, first of discomfort, then pleasure, then pain, then pleasure again, until I got the whole thing inside me. He would let me take my time until it felt good to me, fuck myself with his tool for a while, bouncing up and down on it, loving the feeling when the huge knob penetrated me, spreading my hole wide, popping inside, making me gasp, then jabbing at places inside me that felt incredibly good as it sank deeper and deeper. I would lift all the way off, then sink onto him again, then off, then on, over and over, gasping and yelping with delight. I was facing him, watching his face too, equally enthralled by the expressions of pleasure there, loving that I could make him feel so good.

Then Logan would pick me up, impaled on his huge cock, and fuck me hard that way, standing up with me in his arms facing him, shoving himself into me hard over and over, making me yelp and squeal with ecstasy as he carried me to the bed, where he would turn me over and pin me face down and fuck me hard and fast until he came. Then he would keep his still hard cock in me and turn us on our sides and jerk me off while he fucked me again long and slow.

I liked it best when he fucked me face down, being smothered by his hot male body, all his muscles, his arms wrapped tight around me, hugging me close, his mouth at my ear, licking and sucking and telling me he loved me, his huge cock fucking me, ramming into me hard and fast, our bodies thrashing up and down like a single entity dedicated to lust and pleasure.

He would pull all the way out, then ram into me all the way, then out, then in, in and out. I loved the feeling when the fat head of his cock penetrated me, it always hurt just a little, then as he slid into me it would hit a spot that felt awesome and I would cry out in pleasure. It was that sound of ecstasy I made that he loved to hear, and he would fuck me that way for what seemed hours at a time, making me gasp and beg for more.

Once I knew I liked to be fucked, I asked Tonio if he wanted to do it. Like kissing, it was against the rules, only blow jobs were allowed, but I could tell from the awed look on Tonio's cute face that he did want to.

"Gosh, could I?" he gasped.

He was sitting on the teacher's chair of a classroom we had sneaked into late at night so we could have sex, and in reply I straddled him, standing - we were both naked, and I had been stroking and sucking his hard cock, loving the look of drunken pleasure on his face as I did that - and guided his cock to my asshole. I had just come from Logan, who had fucked me twice, so my ass was filled with two loads of his fresh cum, and Tonio's cock slid into me easily. I saw his look go from amazement to ecstasy, and it took only a few hard involuntary thrusts of his hips, ramming his cock up inside me, to make him pop his nuts. He grabbed me and clutched me to him hard, and started crying as he came.

After that I let Tonio fuck me every time we met. First I would worship his awesome physique, licking and sucking his huge hard muscles, making him gasp with delight as I bit and sucked his huge hard pecs, bit and sucked his big nipples, then he would suck me off, swallowing my cum, then he would fuck me, and he always cried. Something about fucking me did that to him. I liked it best when he did it with me bent over a table, him standing behind me fucking me hard and fast, his arms wrapped around me, his cock poking inside me just right, driving me mad with ecstasy until I shot my load again just from getting fucked.

But it was still Logan I wanted most. I began to feel that Logan was like a big brother. He was kind and protective, and after three months with him I was happier than I had ever been.

Then suddenly Logan changed. He wanted to do new things. He asked me to let him tie me up and torture me, tickle me until I was crying, spank me, push things up my ass, make me beg him to fuck me, make me beg him to let me suck him. I went along, of course, but each new twist made me feel more like just a toy, a thing, a possession.

I admit I liked being spanked. He didn't use a cane like the sadists who ran the school, he used a small wooden paddle, and his hand, alternating between them, getting me to the point of tears, then stopping to comfort me, then again, hitting my bare ass soft, then hard, teasing me, making me crazy with anticipation.

I liked it, liked the pain, the teasing, the torture. My cock was rock hard the whole time. The reward was when he finally had me sobbing, and would then lick my ass and blow on it, then when I sighed with pleasure, he would fuck me hard, and I would cum with his cock ramming my ass over and over, my ass on fire from the spanking, my cock on fire from the ass-fucking, spurting again and again.

One night I knocked on Logan's door for our evening session, and when he opened the door, there was another boy there. I knew him by then, it was Tyler Stefano, Logan's football team co-captain. I had heard rumors that he and Logan had been roommates the year before, and Logan had been Tyler's slave, even though they were the same year. Tyler's nickname was BC, which I thought at first meant he was a Neanderthal, because he was so hairy, but soon found out it meant Beer Can, because his cock was as big as one.

That first night I serviced both of them for two hours. First I performed my usual routine with Logan, sucking him until he was good and horny, then impaling myself slowly on his huge cock. Tyler was sitting in the other chair, naked, watching us the whole time. He was leaning back, his legs spread wide, playing with his pecs with one hand, stroking his enormous fuck stick with the other. He was even more muscular than Logan, but dark-haired and dark-skinned, and with hair matting his chest and legs.

I had never seen a cock as big as Tyler's, and I was both fascinated and terrified as I watched him stroke it. He kept wetting his big dick with his spit - spitting on his hand and then transferring the juice to his cock. Then he would dig under his balls to milk cock-ooze, and it would drool from the tip, and he would catch it on his fingers and lick it up. Then he would use both hands to work his cock, one stacked on top of the other, neither able to reach all the way around, both of them still not enough to span the entire length.

Finally, as I was fucking myself on Logan's cock, facing Tyler, my own cock hard and bouncing, the hairy jock stood and walked towards me, offering his mammoth cock to me.

"Go on, buddy," Logan murmured in my ear, rubbing my stomach and playing with my dick. "Suck it, make Tyler as happy as you do me, take that big cock, suck it good." He was pushing my head forward, and rocking his hips so his cock rubbed in and out of me.

The sight of that huge cock was mesmerizing. It was so beautiful. I remembered how I had felt my first day in the showers, as I learned to take Tyler's giant cock, and knew I had to have this one too. I opened my mouth. I was in heaven, Logan's cock up my ass, Tyler's in my mouth.

I wasn't able to take all of it that first night, but the second night I did, and as Tyler started to pump his huge load down my throat, Logan kissed my neck and wrapped his arms around me and hugged me when I got it all in.

"Awesome, buddy, that's awesome, I told him you could do it!"

I felt his cock spasm and spurt inside my ass, he was so turned on by the sight of that enormous cock buried in my throat.

I was turned on too, the huge hard cock filling my mouth and throat made my cock throb and ooze, and as Logan came inside me I shot my load too.

The next night Tyler fucked me. Logan fucked me hard first, to open me up and fill my ass with cum lube, then held me down while Tyler mounted me. It hurt like hell having that huge cock penetrate my hole, but I had learned how to relax, and soon I was loving the way it made me feel. I was at the limit, stretched as wide as I could possibly go. Tyler moved it in and out a few times, then came, grunting wordlessly, driven over the edge by my incredibly tight boyhole, and just that little bit of stimulation made me cum again, his cock filled me so completely. I heard Logan grunt too, jerking off on the two of us, watching his idol fuck me, drenching us with his cum.

After that Tyler would be there every third or fourth day.

When he wasn't, Logan was moody and unpredictable. Some nights were like before, he was kind and gentle, others he beat me and made me do degrading things.

But when Tyler was with us, Logan was kind to me.

Logan worshipped Tyler, and would fuck me first to loosen me up and fill my ass with his cum to lube it, then suck Tyler's cock to get him hard, then guide him into my ass and fondle his naked body as he fucked me kneeling on the floor. Tyler never said anything, or touched either me or Logan, he fucked like a machine, arms folded across his chest, staring at the wall, or supported on his hands over my helpless naked body, moving his hips back and forth, slowly at first, then faster and faster until he made a sharp barking grunt and came. Logan would lick Tyler's cock clean after the dark hairy giant let it plop out of my ass, as I lay there stunned and gasping. I never got used to Tyler's cock, every time he fucked me I was numb by the time he finished, and sore for days after.

But I was in heaven when Logan was nice to me again sometimes, touched me gently, kissed me as he fucked me, played with my penis and made me cum. I was in love with him, and willing to do whatever he wanted. All thought of appealing to my parents for rescue fled, I wanted to stay there forever, be with Logan at any cost.

Right before Christmas I got sick and had to go to the infirmary. The doctor said I was too sick to go home, so I spent the Christmas leave there. The first couple of days I was too sick to know where I was, or what was happening, but by the third day I was feeling pretty good, and wanted to go home. The doctor still said no, he didn't think I was recovered enough, I needed to come to his office for a "special exam."

I had been warned about Doc Spencer's "special exam."

When he called a boy in for a special exam, it meant being clamped down to the table and getting fucked by some member of the faculty. The doctor charged the faculty a hundred dollars per special session, they named the boy, he gave them half an hour alone with that student, the student clamped down, helpless, gagged and blindfolded. The boy never knew who it was fucking him.

My first time, I suspect it was the doctor himself. He took me to his examining room, locked the door, undressed me, "examined me" intimately, then gagged and blindfolded me, and strapped me to the table.

He had explanations for everything he did, of course, told me he was "testing my reflexes", "making sure I wasn't congested", "checking my development". Then he did an "anal exam", said all young men needed them regularly, and started by inserting various instruments up my ass as I lay face down on the table. He seemed surprised how large an "instrument" I could accommodate, and asked me if I was anyone's "boy". I told him Logan and Tyler, and he went "Ahah!"

By then I was so horny I was ready to scream, and eager to be fucked, which he did long and hard.

The night-time orderly in the infirmary was named Bryan. He was cute, and very friendly, but not too bright. And he loved to give enemas to the sick boys every night, whether they needed one or not. The first one I remember was my fourth night, when I was feeling totally OK, in spite of my "special exam" by Doc Spencer that day. Bryan showed up just as I was getting sleepy, and introduced himself and told me Doc Spencer had said I needed a good cleaning out. I didn't understand what he meant at first, but then saw the enema bucket he was wheeling beside him, and the long hose attached to it.

"Uh, I don't think I need one of those," I stammered. "I'm fine." It was true, I'd taken a dump earlier.

"Doc's orders," he said.

My Mom had given me an enema once when I got constipated, and I hated it, but I guess that was mostly embarrassment. I was ten, and having my mom shove a tube up my butt while I bent naked over the side of the tub was pretty humiliating.

"No, really," I said, thinking I might be able to fend him off.

Bryan held up some rubber thongs and a gag. I got the picture: Cooperate or be bound and gagged.

Bryan pulled the covers back and told me to roll onto my side. Then he removed my pajama bottoms completely, and pushed my top up so I was practically naked. He slid a towel under my hips, and stroked my naked body as though comforting me. He kept it up too long, though, and I knew he was enjoying it. Hell, so was I. I had cum twice while the doc was examining and then fucking me, but my cock was hard pretty quick, and the cute orderly paid a lot of attention to that too, rubbing and stroking my front as well as my rear, and getting me totally worked up.

Then he used his finger to lube up my ass, and really did give me an enema. He didn't use much water, just enough to clean me for the main event. Then he pulled me to side of the bed and fucked me.

I found out later that was Bryan's standard MO. If a boy wasn't that sick, and got an erection when Bryan fondled him or gave him an enema, that meant they liked it, so he'd follow the enema with a quick hard butt-fucking.

I spent most of the holiday leave there in the infirmary, getting "special exams" from Doc Spencer during the day - I must have been fucked by half the faculty - and enemas and butt fucks from Bryan the cute orderly at night.

Two days before the end of the holiday, the doctor said I was well enough to leave the infirmary.

By the time I got to our room, Gino was there. He and I hugged each other like long-lost brothers, and spent that night in the same bed, sucking each other off, then cuddling.

When I went to Logan's room the next night, he was crying. He told me Tyler was gone. He wouldn't say where or why, but one of the other boys said Tyler had been arrested for something. I never found out if it was true.

But suddenly I was able to make Logan do whatever I wanted. His manner had changed to total subservience. I was still too small to fuck him properly, so I would tie him up and use his dildos on him. I liked gagging him and making him lie face down on the bed, arms and legs stretched out like he was tied down, a couple of pillows under his hips to lift his beautiful ass just right. Then I would paddle his ass until it was bright red and he was sobbing with discomfort and frustration. He really liked being paddled, his whole body would convulse as the wooden slat hit his ass hard, driving his hard cock into those pillows, and he would make loud noises of pain and pleasure, grunting and panting into his gag.

Then when I had him totally desperate for what he wanted, I would start fucking him with his dildos, ramming them hard up his ass, using bigger and bigger ones until I reached the biggest, which he loved. I could always make him cum shoving that huge rubber cock up his ass just right.

I still let him fuck me, because I liked it, especially when he hugged me and kissed me while he was doing it.

Then, near the end of the school year, Logan fell for a new sophomore named Paolo, who had a dick as big as Tyler's - not quite as thick, but even longer - and Logan tried to get Paolo to join our club, and fuck me while he worshipped him. Paolo did it twice, but when Logan tried to fuck Paolo while the cute dark Latino was fucking me, the boy got scared and ran, and reported us to the headmaster, who could have hushed it up, but the kid told his father, an Italian diplomat, and it caused a scandal. Logan and several others were expelled, and my parents were told they should take me home.

I kissed Gino as we said goodbye. He had been my only real friend, and I knew we'd never see each other again. He was crying. As I left, he stuffed a photograph into my pocket. It showed me and him standing in front of his telescope right after he won the Science Fair competition with his astronomy project.

On the way home, I was alone in the car with my father, who had said little when he arrived except that he would deal with me when we got home.

I waited to see if he would say anything about my expulsion, and when he was silent, I asked why he had never told me about the big brother system, or the canings, or the infirmary. He got beet red and blustered, tried to act like he didn't know.

"The other boys said their fathers had warned them, they knew what to expect, you never warned me!"

He didn't reply.

"Did they tell you what happened? Did they tell you why I had to leave?"

"I thought it would make a man out of you!" he said indignantly.

"Having to suck everyone's cock because I'm the new guy!? Getting beaten until my ass bled!? Getting fucked in the ass by a bunch of sadistic monsters!? THAT was supposed to make a MAN out of me!?"

I shouted and pounded my fists on the dashboard, all my fury at what I had been subjected to for seven months suddenly released.

"It must have changed," he stammered.

We rode the rest of the way in silence, and my father never mentioned anything about it again.

Afterwards, whenever my mom didn't like my behavior, she would tell Dad he should send me back to military school, and I would just look at him, no expression, just a calm stare and he would look away and say he would think about it.

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