Loving Boyz Blissful Torture - Chapter 2 ___________________________________________________________
An erotic fantasy by Pete Marenga. (c) 2003, Pete Marenga.
All names, places, and personalities are pure fantasy, and do not, have not, and cannot exist in the real world. ___________________________________________________________
SETH, 17, newly arrived inductee of the school JASON, 20, newly arrived inductee of the school BRENT, 15, Jason's brother, also an inductee DON, 28, school employee, escorting Jason MICHAEL, 27, school employee, escorting Seth _______________________________________________
CHAPTER 2 - HOW WELL DO YOU SQUIRM?
"It looks like I'll be putting Jason on the pump, so he can be bigger than Seth," Don said to Michael. As these two boys were the innocent type, it was clear, even from their expressions, that the reference to 'pump' was lost on both boys, although they had a good idea it was their cocks being talked about when Don said, 'bigger.'
"Indeed. I'll look forward to seeing the results of that! Say--as long as we have them captured, here--they might as well get a taste of the future--find out what it's about, don't you think, Don?" Michael said, as he positioned the two red-faced newcomers so their cocks lay one atop the other.
"Yes, absolutely! Squeeze those cocks repeatedly, Jason," Don ordered.
Jason complied, and each time he squeezed, both boys gasped at the sudden, exquisite pleasure.
"As long as we're here and all nice and cozy, we may as well make them tease each other proper, Don--let 'em find out what it's like to be dying to cum, and nothing they can do to relieve themselves," Michael said casually, as if talking about the weather.
Of course, with their adult escorts, the boys would have no opportunity to relieve themselves; they were now at the mercy of the school personnel.
"Good idea, Michael! All right, Jason," Don said, "on your knees--and let this poor boy Seth know what real pleasure is."
As Jason's knees hit the floor, both boys recoiled in discomfort at what was to come--at least, as each had interpreted it. Their desperate gasps and twisted faces told the story of their emotions.
"Jason--get your mouth closer to the tip of his penis!" Don yelled. "You better just get used to this and start on the right foot, now! Don't assume anything, just follow my orders! If you disobey, I have no choice but to get harsh with you."
"That's right," Michael said, "both of you."
Seth's continuous trembling became a shiver.
"Listen up, boys, you know what sucking a dick means?" Don asked, in light of the boys' status as virgins. He needed to know for sure that the boys at least knew that much.
Jason and Seth nodded, a cloud of fear palpable over them.
"Good, so now we know for sure there's no question as what's going to happen here," Don said rhetorically.
As crimson-faced, fretful, and short of breath as the two lads were, they seemed to resign themselves to their situation as Don spoke, and as Jason's mouth approached Seth's penis, which was throbbing with anticipation.
At that point came a suspended moment, as if all four participants had posed for a photograph--Seth, angelic regardless of his clenched teeth, frightened of the unknown, and excited with thoughts of Jason and the prospect of another boy's mouth touching his penis; Don and Michael, anticipating watching a rare and sexual moment, knowing this was the very first time either lad had experienced anything like this; and Jason--kneeling, motionless--whose mouth hung open, as if in awe of what he was seeing and what he was now required to do--open as if hypnotized with the significance of the act to follow, and as if he could better sense or taste Seth's presence by breathing through his mouth. The stillness of the moment was not disturbed by Jason's strong, erotic breaths, steadfastly accelerating, while his widened eyes anxiously took in the sight of his younger friend's aroused, colossal erection.
To Don, Jason was merely hesitating. "Just lick it, Jason-- flick your tongue at it, all parts of it, top and bottom," Don said.
Jason was quite thorough about the licking process. He was stimulated by Seth's animated reactions, his own internal stirrings, and was beginning to like the taste of Seth in his mouth. He certainly knew he liked the thought of Seth--the boy's appearance and manner, and the image this impressed upon his mind as he licked the delicious flesh with his inexperienced tongue-- and as the feel, sweet sounds, and muffled moans of Seth filtered through his excited consciousness.
Seth, the excited, trembling 17-year-old, jumped at each lick of Jason's tongue, and moaned in cryptic tones--a mix of embarrassment and pleasure.
Don and Michael exchanged notes, whispering to avoid upsetting the friendly, sensual interaction between the two beautiful boys. It was obvious that Seth's cock, the recipient of Jason's tongue-licking, was swollen with lust and responding admirably to the older boy's stimulation. But Michael turned to look at Jason's penis. "Look at Jason's cock," Michael said, "Looks like he's ready to explode." "Amazing precum," Don added.
Seth all but rebelled when asked to repeat the process on his newfound partner, "Oh, God, sirs, please, NO!"
This was, potentially, an intolerable act of defiance, as far as the two adult escorts were concerned.
While pulling a cane from the holder attached to his boot, Don instructed Michael, "Hold the bases of their cocks, while I cane the shafts." Of course, the force used would be professionally controlled, and damage avoided.
The boys vocalized their frightened, animated objections.
"ONE LAST CHANCE," Don shouted, with the cane poised over Seth's penis.
"No! Don't hurt him," Jason said protectively, as Seth relented, and dropped to his knees, licking Jason's swollen, dripping member.
The heat from the red faces of the two blushing boys was incredible. Don was impressed with Jason's sheltering of Seth, which rivaled the heartfelt custodial care the lad displayed toward his brother Brent, moments earlier.
Michael also got on his knees, apparently coaching Seth on the licking of Jason's cock. Soon the frightened boy's lips traveled down half the length of the older boy's erection.
"Press your tongue upward, against the penis," Michael urged. After several minutes of this, the neophyte older boy shuddered, and Don brought the action to a temporary stop.
"Looks like Jason is ready to blow. Well, Jason, am I right?" Don asked, beginning yet another in a series of humiliating scenes for the lads.
"Um . . . yes, sir."
"How badly do you want to cum, Jason?"
"Oh, God--v-very badly, sir."
"Good. You'll have to wait, of course." This statement brought a boyish, frustrated exhaled breath from Jason, and a look of pure compassion from Seth.
The blow-job process was repeated on Seth, who reacted even more profoundly--and his response was markedly more violently negative when Seth was told he could not cum now and would have to wait. Afterward, the seventeen-year-old simply trembled-- looking as if he'd pass out from overload and sexual frustration.
Jason's insides shivered with lust, disappointment, yearning, anguish for Seth--all combined. "Can't I just make him cum? He'll be ready for more in no time."
"Good try, Jason, but no," Don said, "Seth will have to suffer, same as you."
"Jason," Michael said, nodding toward Seth, "would you be willing to suck this boy off, and swallow his cum, if by doing that you earned the privilege of his doing the same to you?"
"Oh, yes, sir!" Jason replied enthusiastically.
Seth's response to a similar question was equally energetic.
But everyone knew that neither of those things were going to happen right now. Again, the boys had been tricked into getting their hopes up--although Michael and Don now knew that the boys' sexual inhibitions had dropped considerably, and, needless to say, the two were burning with desire for each other.
"They're hot for each other," Michael whispered.
"They'd be hot for a chair, if they could rub their cocks on it and cum," Don replied.
It was obvious the action was over, at least for now. But Don insisted the boys lie down and prove that they knew what a 69 position was. They passed that test, and both seemed to enjoy another taste of each other's magnificent cock, however brief it was. Coaching them through the sixty-nine was fun for Don and Michael, however.
"Kiss it first, then suck the head in, slowly."
"Nurse just the head for a while--don't jab the thing into your throat."
"Show him how much you like his dick! Look at it! Lick it! Kiss it! Suck it!"
"Don't suck with any FORCE, now, just . . . lay it in your mouth and squeeze it a bit. Make him feel good--do ya know what I mean, lads?" Michael said, finally--his excitement causing his Irish accent to filter through.
After all four recovered from the sexual escapades of the privacy booth, they abandoned the thing, and soon, Seth and Michael went their way. Don and Jason walked back to their former position in the large receiving room.
"Do you see we're standing in a golden circle? Meet me at this very spot as soon as all boys and men have been inducted. I'll be there, but it'll be easy to get lost in the crowd, after the induction ends. There are golden arrows from every room on this floor, pointing out the way to this spot."
The room, large as it was, had become crowded with all the newcomers--males of all ages from 12 to 25 years old.
"Yes, sir. What about the transfer ceremony?"
"That won't be until day after tomorrow."
"Yes sir," Jason said, disappointed.
"Worried about him, aren't you?" Don asked gently.
"Huh . . . who?" Jason said, as if awakening from a dream.
"Your brother. Brent."
"Well, yes sir. Wouldn't you--"
"Does he have any physical defects, illnesses, or injuries?"
"Brent?"
"Who else! Wake up, lad."
"Um . . . no--well, he broke his arm a few months ago; he's out of the cast but it's still sore. That's about all I can--"
"Splendid! I'll have him transferred to your care pending your transfer to his group."
Jason's face unexplainably took on a worried look.
"What's wrong lad?"
"Does that mean Brent will . . . that my brother will be with me and exposed to--you know, adult treatment until I get--"
"Silly lad," Don said, affectionately putting his arm around the magnificent twenty-year-old, "nothing like that will happen to Brent."
"Oh, sir, that's wonderful!"
"Until it's all sorted out, YOU'LL be the one in charge of his whacks and so forth."
"What?" Jason gasped, his face contorting, "I have to punish him and train--"
"You don't think you're up to the task, lad?"
"Uh--no . . . um, that's not it."
"So, what is it?"
"Nothing--it's nothing. I can do it."
"That's the spirit."
"Um, you said you were going to tell me about the types of, you know . . . p-procedures. I mean--I'll need to know if--"
"Oh, yes. It's quite simple. During the 1920's, many states and towns all but abandoned the enforcement of certain laws, especially those pertaining to morality and sexual behavior. In 1921, a Western province called, 'New Sod' was established and governed by Lawrence X. Geuorman, who became a sort of absolute ruler. Geuorman was homosexual and separated his new territory into six sections. One was for gay men. Another, for gay women. A third section was for bisexual people. Each of the three sections was a separate entity, with its own name and government structure.
"The three sections became six when each was divided in half: For example, in the Gay Men's section, one half is a traditional society. The other half is where you are now--dedicated to special bondage and training, where the all-male society centers its entertainment and spare time around watching or participating in acts of endurance and sexual contact between males. The whole setup is weakly analogous to the Roman Games--without the blood, of course.
"Of course," Jason said, gulping, his eyes wide as saucers.
"For special humiliation and training, and only very rarely, women and girls were brought in to provide the boys and men with a unique type of procedure. You needn't worry about that, lad. That hasn't happened in years."
"Training means 'pain,' doesn't it, sir."
"Clever. It means 'stress' --usually 'pain,' yes, boy. In any case, I need to tell you more about our founder. You'll receive all that I tell you in writing, and you must study that. You'll be tested on it at random times."
"Lawrence X. Geuorman operated on the theory (derived from ancient societies) that anyone could inflict bodily pain or damage; that such required neither intellect nor plan; that it was neither challenging nor fruitful to engage in such horrible, barbarous acts as were carried out by some of the more careless ancients--acts which contaminated forever the reputation of the finer masters, skilled in the fine art of blissful, ultimate male torture, where control of the subject could result in joyful obedience and loyalty to a just master--and the young slaves, having chosen to become slaves, testify to the joy and beauty of their lives. Of course, in the process, there was much entertainment for the other members of the section.
"In this ultimate of tortures, the subject, though having experienced what he would call 'terrible suffering,' soon explains that his was neither a suffering of gross pain nor of bodily damage, but one where his utmost burning desires were fueled, the flames fanned and cooled repeatedly, until he would agree to the accomplishment of almost any act to achieve sexual climax, his release--or what one might call that restful, comforting, settled feeling that contrasts starkly with the tumult of burning sexual desire that was cruelly and artfully induced, strengthened, accelerated, and grandly imposed upon him by his clever torturers.
"Of course, it must be understood from the outset, that in the throes of the fiercely, horribly burning sexual desire-- nurtured and greatly intensified in a male subject by the application of these ancient arts--the subject, boy or man, develops a mysterious, heightened immunity to pain. Thus, an act that would seem unthinkably painful to perform upon a male at rest--devoid of such burning desire--has very little of that painfulness to the young man or boy whose very being is desperately reduced to the simple act of expelling his semen, of releasing the impossible pressure and pain in his testicles; whose present motive and purpose is sexual release; who has been tenderly forced to center his every thought and act upon attaining the necessary friction on his starved, throbbing organ to achieve those satisfying pulsations and propulsions of streams of his pressurized male fluids--the incredibly abnormally high volume of them--the overproduction of same owing entirely to the art of male sexual torture, and the cooperative imagination of both master and subject.
"For the young men who comprise the set of males who are called subjects, obtaining sexual climax was a matter of payment, (in bodily pains), or in pleasing his master in some other way, in order to 'purchase' the right to orgasm. A master is free to impose almost any condition imaginable upon his subjects, his sexually-frustrated, tortured male subject, as a requirement or payment for gaining permission to have his sexual orgasm.
"To maintain interest and variety (in the procedures and difficulties that the boys and men would undergo), numerous subtleties and varieties of harmless, painful, frustrating, or humiliating procedures were developed over the years--these, of course, in conjunction with slow, agonizing sexual denial. The whole art form has advanced admirably, to date.
"The males are comprised three groups--each of which was and is free to choose slavery or freedom--that is, as far as freedom is defined in this society--and that word suffers numerable variations of definition.
"However, it is fair to illustrate the difference between a slave and a free boy by saying that a slave was required weekly (by force if necessary) to provide entertainment to other groups of boys and men, while a free boy would simply volunteer to do so--probably less frequently.
"Both freeboys and slaves were required to be available for a certain amount of 'training' --which, realistically, is the process of imposing acts of 'entertainment' on the boys and men, in a more slow, gradual manner, to produce a certain fearlessness, or accustomization. The training succeeds partially in reducing those fears, that is, it creates more of a willingness to perform these acts, or to allow certain acts to be performed upon them.
"Thus began the invention, study, and further development of sexual tortures of pleasure--where controlled doses of pleasure were the predominating rule; where maintaining that exquisite state of bliss--close to the male's explosive point of ejaculation--was the ultimate goal. Of course, it had to go beyond that, had to be more than that--the discovery of new ways of producing a higher, turbulent, more desperate state of fiery, aching sexual desire, attained through much repetition of rising close to the point of ejaculation, then falling as the stimulation stopped, or reduced to a point of plodding, maddening subtlety--until the subject became nearly mad, himself--clawing and scratching at his body in the hopes of attaining a few scraps of sexual pleasure, and in that process, acquiring such desperation and fierce, boiling desire, that the subject would be willing to perform or endure acts previously outside his realm of consideration. Although extreme and agonizing cases of blue balls were practically unavoidable, other pain was never allowed to quite reach the level called, 'excruciating;' and there was no damage to the body nor to the subject's mind--but the subject could collapse from exhaustion, if the torture were applied very artfully.
"Oh, my God," Jason said, holding his hand on his chest, while the other searched for something with which to keep from falling.
Seeing such distress, Don rushed over to the lad and steadied him. "Lad! Jason--what's wrong?"
"It's more horrible than horrible--the way you described it."
"It's not that bad, Jason. There are a number of pre-teens who volunteer and endure it, within their own age group--and come back for more," Don said, giving Jason an injection in his upper thigh. "Good! I hit the artery just right."
"That didn't even hurt! What's it for anyway?"
"Well, lad, the lack of pain tells you you're in the hands of an expert. It's to keep your penis erect for your induction. This shot does an excellent job of it, too. Your nice, healthy cock will be at maximum size and throbbing for at least five hours. It will be very impressive-looking. They'll be calling for you soon."
"Y-yes, sir," Jason replied, frantically trying to understand why he had to have a hardon for his induction. At he looked down at his own crotch, his eyes widened as his penis grew rapidly to erection. He moaned as his hands automatically traveled to and touched the stiffening organ. Don smiled.
"The first part or phase of the induction is quite individual--that's why you wait to be called, one at a time. After phase one, you'll all be sworn in together, as one body.
"When it is time, just go through that passage, along the red curtain," Don said, pointing to the spot. "That will take you to the induction area and the others, who are being inducted with you."
The time came, and Jason followed the curtained path, while being prompted by several escorts, who waved the inductees along the proper path. Soon, Jason found himself on a stage, with the others being inducted. There were many more people, sitting in the audience.
A crowd of thirty-one naked inductees standing on stage, plus about 150 clothed staff and other students mostly seated in the audience, stared at Jason, who was a cross between pretty and handsome--young-looking for 20, but with a certain maturity about him. With his chestnut-brown hair and startling beauty, Jason stunned the seated audience, as well as his peers and some younger students, who stood on stage with him.
Jason stood, red-faced, knowing his unusually energetic, fully erect penis--pounding from the injection Don had given him --was tenting his shorts visibly, and that all eyes were drifting to that bulge. Why did Don have to give him that injection? Jason came out of his thoughts as the head master spoke.
"Jason Adams?"
"Yes, sir."
"Remove all your clothing."
Jason trembled as he never had before. His face became crimson, nearly purple--knowing that soon he was not only going to be standing naked in front of all these people, but naked with a raging erection.
The headmaster nodded to the audience, who began clapping to a slow beat. Of course, this highly embarrassed--and tormented-- Jason, who reddened charmingly, and felt a general weakness in his legs. "They ALL need help, today," the headmaster said, eliciting waves of laughter from the seated crowd.
Two thirteen-year-old boys, current students, came out from the on-stage crowd and positioned themselves on either side of Jason. Their thin arms extended to Jason's upper body, and they steadied him as he removed his clothing.
At one point, Jason turned lobster-red when his underwear caught on the heel of one foot, and several attempts to pull free of the garment had failed.
One of the helper boys reached down and freed the thing for Jason, and the boy slipped in the process, falling on his butt, which brought his mouth close to Jason's throbbing penis. The helper boy--momentarily hypnotized, staring at Jason's cock at close range--went red with embarrassment.
Then, Jason helped the boy to stand and regain his balance. The exchange between the two brought an uproarious reaction of applause, whistles, and cat-calls from the crowd.
The headmaster continued, "Now that you're naked, Jason, we should ask the audience to assess your body by applauding. WHAT DO YOU THINK, EVERYONE? he shouted." The applause was loud, which encouraged Jason, and he stood taller. The headmaster consulted his papers.
"Jason, do you masturbate?"
"Wha--who, um, oh God sir . . . I--"
"Come on, Jason. We're all men, here."
"Y-yes, sir. I do."
"How often do you reach orgasm, masturbating or otherwise?" the headmaster said to the beet-red whimpering boy."
"How often? Um, y-yes sir----I guess every day."
"A sexy boy like you? I'm sure it's more than that!"
"M-maybe sometimes two or three times, sir," Jason said, his face shadowed with blush. He couldn't remember the last time it had been more than once a day, but he sorely wanted this to be over with, and felt compelled to lie, and tell the man what he wanted to hear.
"All right, now masturbate for us, boy."
"Oh, God, NO!" Jason shouted reflexively.
"Excuse me boy?"
"Sir," Jason whispered, "please, I can't, not in front of--"
The audience, hearing every word, exploded in laughter.
"Lad," the headmaster said to the humiliated, crumbling boy, "Relax, I'll have another student take care of you later." This supposed gift was actually standard procedure, though it was little comfort to Jason, who felt having another boy jerk him off would be equally embarrassing.
"Ughh--thank you, sir," Jason said, barely audibly.
"Now, Jason--you've been spanked during your upbringing?"
"Spanked? Well, n-not really sir."
"A virgin to spanking," the headmaster said, raising Jason's arm in mock victory. The audience went wild.
Two studly 18-year-old students from the audience appeared on stage with drilled paddles in hand.
"Your special initiation: Ten whacks from each of your tormentors. Did you hear me, Jason?" A chair was placed in front of Jason.
The stunned young man grunted his stunned acknowledgement, just as one of 12-year-old boys, grinning like a Cheshire cat, walked across stage to guide Jason into a bent-over position, and placed the young man's hands on the seat of the chair. A student this young, classed as a YOUNG ONE, was volunteer helper, and did not participate in the usual trials and stressful training of the older students--although a YOUNG ONE could observe all but the worst of the punishments.
Kyle, the twelve-year-old, while nervous, seemed to be enjoying himself--holding on to Jason's wrists, and doing his best to bend and peek, in an attempt to see all of Jason's body. After several moments, Kyle released Jason's wrists and stepped back.
The headmaster took hold of Kyle's shoulders and whispered something to him.
Kyle's mild blush deepened as he walked across the stage, apparently following the headmaster's instructions, and slid his little hands sensuously over Jason's exposed bottom. In spite of the awkwardness, Kyle kept leaning to one side, trying to get a look at Jason's erection. The young boy had an impressive little erection of his own.
The audience laughed, ooed and ahhhed appropriately, and as Kyle got out of the way, the two good-looking 18-year-old boys took their places at Jason's rear end, one on either side. They positioned their paddles so each would strike the butt cheek on the opposite side of where he stood.
"Don't be impolite, Jason--say hello to these handsome boys."
"Oh, um--hi guys," Jason said, in extreme discomfort.
The eighteen-year-olds nodded and said, 'Hi,' to the humiliated, bent-over lad. It was their turn to blush--at which point the pair of them looked more like fifteen-year-olds.
Kyle positioned himself near Jason's wrists, which gave the boy a good view of Jason's cock and balls. Kyle drooled throughout the rest of the procedure.
"Jason!" the headmaster said, "Don't keep the boys waiting! Please--tell these boys when you are ready for your paddling."
"Uh--yes, sir. I'm r-ready now, guys," Jason said, adding, 'I hope,' in an inaudible whisper.
The twenty whacks were delivered with ferocious force--the vicious, cracking sound coinciding with fierce, youthful screams. To Jason, it seemed like an eternity, but to everyone else it was over very quickly.
After helping Jason stand, the headmaster asked the crowd if they thought Jason had taken his paddling well. The energetic round of applause answered in the affirmative. This, despite the young man blushing profusely and rubbing his tender buttocks carefully.
The relentless headmaster went on, "Now, let's see if you can please a real man, Jason."
A well-built 22 year-old, with exquisite, golden skin and flashing blue eyes stepped from the audience and climbed up to the stage. Jason was awestruck, his eyes locked on to the man's extraordinary penis--and he was unable to suppress a weak smile.
"This is Eric," the headmaster said. "He's quite a boy."
'This is no boy,' Jason thought.
At a nod from the headmaster, the same two, thirteen-year-old helper boys appeared at Jason's side.
In reaction to the sudden presence of the two younger boys, Jason's face assumed a quizzical, baffled expression--as if to say, 'I don't need help with this part.' Jason's obvious reaction drew roars of laughter from the crowd.
"On your knees, lad," the headmaster said to Jason. At that moment, at the headmaster's nod, the little helper boys slapped Jason's sore butt, expediting Jason's trip to his knees.
"Ow!" Jason moaned and gulped.
First, to Jason, Eric seemed to have a bigger penis than seemed possible on a man. Second, Eric wasn't hard. This baffled Jason, who was quite inexperienced. The two helper boys, suddenly on their knees, relieved Jason's stunned confusion immediately, and the little team of three began to lick and suck Eric's super-sized cock.
"I'm guessing, but I'd say at least nine-and-a-half inches," the headmaster whispered to Don.
Once Eric was hard, his upward pointing cock made a mouth- watering, erotic spectacle. Jason was drooling again, and soon found himself alone, on his knees in front of the studly man.
Apparently Eric had been sexually deprived for a few days. As Jason's mouth filled with the head of Eric's cock, he sucked gently, causing Eric to squirm and groan uncontrollably. Slowly, Jason managed to slide his lips over a portion of the long shaft.
The audience applauded as much for Jason's sucking skills and Eric's animated responses as they did for Jason's penis, which dripped and throbbed sympathetically with Eric's.
The helper boys, waiting for the precise moment, grabbed Eric's nuts painfully, and pulled downward.
"Ah, fuck!" Eric shouted, as his body thrust forward-- shooting a heavy stream of his fluid into Jason's unsuspecting mouth--then backward, pulling his cock out and away from the startled, kneeling young man. Eric screamed in pleasure, as the audience counted the forceful, needle-like shots out loud-- streams which went over Jason completely, some on his head, face, and shoulders. A final count of nine was shouted, followed by a deafening round of applause for the beautiful, muscular stud. At that time, the helper boys wiped Jason's face with a towel.
Eric remained standing as Jason arose and stood. The two sweating young men made quite a sight. Eric, with his large, slightly softened penis, and Jason's dick--dark-red, hot, and throbbing.
The headmaster raised Jason's hand, as if he had won a wrestling match. "Don't you think this fine boy did a good job satisfying Eric?"
The audience applauded enthusiastically, but more so when Eric kissed Jason on the cheek.
Eric seemed comfortable with it, but Jason blushed crimson at the thought of Eric kissing him.
As Eric left the stage, the announcer spoke. "Now, we will see how easily Jason is pleased. Are you ready to cum for us, lad?"
"Oh . . . c-cum? . . . Me? Um, yes, sir," Jason said, as his face finally turned a pleasant shade of purple.
"Well, good. I choose Daniel Ablewood."
Danny, stunned and embarrassed--a strikingly pretty, blonde, fourteen-year-old boy--walked across the stage to where Jason was standing. The boy must have been a new student, because he blushed more deeply with each step he took. The audience gasped at the beauty of this boy. Jason's eyes went to the boy's five- inch erection, which, coupled with the boy's diminutive size, seemed huge, on him.
It was considered a little demeaning and not as stimulating to have sex with a guy much lower than you on the age scale--but that was the point: They wanted to see how quickly Jason could cum when in a less-stimulating situation. They had no way of knowing Jason liked younger boys, as well as those his age.
Danny's eyes locked with Jason's, and the smaller boy's dick throbbed visibly. A few chuckles went out from the audience.
The headmaster separated the two, and spoke to Danny. "Boy-- did your supervisor give you the injection to maintain your erection?"
The blushing boy shook his head, indicating no. A broad smile crossed the headmaster's face, as the audience applauded. "How wonderful that you maintain such degree of hardness without chemical help, boy!" The little guy was pointing due North.
Danny stared at his red, throbbing penis.
"You may begin, the headmaster said," and Danny went to his knees. He wrapped his arms around Jason's buttocks, and quickly slipped Jason's penis into his mouth.
"URRGHHH!" Jason shouted in pleasure.
"Mmmm," the boy moaned involuntarily, apparently excited by the taste and feel of Jason's warm cock in his mouth.
"That's it." the headmaster said, "Do it slowly, now. We don't want to rush this. Jason, let us know when you start to get close--I want your climax to be delayed, just a bit."
"Jason, glassy-eyed and becoming unglued, nodded limply at the headmaster."
"Good boy," the headmaster responded.
The audience laughed somewhat at this. First of all, it was likely Jason had no idea what he was in for. Secondly, Jason, while not a muscular stud, was a beautiful young man, and, at 20, he was HARDLY a BOY, when viewed in context with the entire spectrum of ages present--from 12 to 25.
"I'm g-g-getting close sir," Jason said.
"Danny--stop sucking," the headmaster said. "All right. Jason--if we give you a brief rest, do you think you can endure another minute's sucking, without cumming?"
Jason didn't think he could, but was too embarrassed to say so. "Y-yes, sir--I can."
"Good lad!"
Suddenly, two 16-year-old boys appeared on stage, each holding a drilled paddle. The headmaster bent Daniel over. "Two on each cheek," he told the lads.
Daniel, half in tears, braced himself, wondering if he were being punished, and if so, for what?
"WHACK! SMACK!! WHACK! SMACK!!"
The blows were hard enough to make Daniel cry out. Jason's face twisted with compassion for the boy.
"All right, boy--you'll get thirty whacks like this if you make him come," the headmaster said to the tearful little guy. Obviously the headmaster wanted to prevent Jason's premature climax, but this seemed a harsh insurance policy. "Now get ready."
Danny--all sweaty and still wriggling from the harsh blows of the paddles--knelt at Jason's feet, and leaned his mouth toward the impressively-swollen, throbbing man-cock. The smaller boy's hands tried to rub the soreness out of his butt cheeks while taking in Jason's penis at the same time.
"Uhhh!" Jason moaned, as Danny's lips took their place around the young man's penis. "Urrrrgh . . . ahhhhhh!" he moaned again as the boy's mouth expertly pleasured Jason's hungry cock.
The headmaster nodded, and the two sixteen-year-old boys pulled Danny away from Jason. He had no intention of letting Jason cum at all.
Danny's body was blushed all over, red. And no one seemed to miss the boy's persistent, throbbing erection, which seemed to have gained in size while the little lad had sucked Jason.
What a sight it was! Jason--panting, sweating, confused and frustrated--standing erect, naked, and dripping in front of all; Danny--his sexual excitement at its summit, but wondering what had just happened; frightened, thinking he may have done something wrong and was about to be sent to the punishment room.
The headmaster waved Danny to Jason's side, and put his hands on the two lad's shoulders. "These two will be monitored. If they touch themselves, cage their cocks and cane them."
"Attention!" the headmaster said, "All BOYS for morning punishment line up first, followed by MEN. We are going to show the new students how things are done around here."
A supervisor pulled Danny to the side, out of harm's way. He whispered reassurances to the pathetically frightened lad, and told Jason to stand and relax with the rest of the inductees.
All on stage made way for the furniture that was now being slid into place for the morning punishment routine. A number of erect boys, all with fearful expressions, formed a line that went across the stage and down its steps. The headmaster turned the microphone over to Don.
"You've all had your erection shots, I take it? . . . . If not, raise your hand and your room supervisor will give it to you now . . . . "
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