Right now, all I wanted to do was to go back to my cell and rest. I had never
felt so disgusted with human nature any more than I did this moment. Just the thought in my head that they weren't moving me back to the school house, made me acutely aware that they weren't done with me yet.
I became nervous when the biggest and blackest of the teachers (goons) came and sat his ass on my cart; right next to my securely bound head. He called the group (he called them 'class') to gather around him.
"Pay attention class. You all have had your fun and game for the day; but now it is time to have your weekly slave class."
Damn, a weekly slave class. How fucking quaint is this! I guess I'm supposed to listen and learn also? Fuck him and the horse he rode in on! Well, I guess since I can't really go anywhere; I could listen to the line of bullshit this fuckhead is teaching these innocent country kids. It's probably going to be on how to treat their town's governor or some shit like that. These kids, from what I can tell aren't slaves. Sure they all listen and obey these douche bags, but they certainly have a mind of their own. I'm beginning to see why these Central American countries are so poor and filled with corruption and crime. These poor kids would love to go with me to New York, and see what the real world is all about. I still can't believe it, that all these years; I've known slavery has existed for decades but I never gave it one second of thought or consideration. All I knew was that slaves came from poor, out of the way places on the earth. Goes to show myself, just how stupid I really am, I guess.
"All right then, let's begin. And, I don't want the same two or three boys answering all of the questions either! Take your time, think through the question and then raise your hand if you know the answer"
Now I was REALLY getting concerned. Do you mean to tell me, that this group of sweet boys has little to no education? Jesus, he's talking to all of them like they are in first grade or something! I'm starting not to like this teacher at all! I kept blinking my eyes during my 'painting' and I was beginning to see a little more than before, and the numbness in my limbs was subsiding as well, which meant that the drugs were apparently wearing off. Just give me one chance; one chance is all I need and I'm out of here.
"Your first question", the teacher began, "What is this that I am sitting next to? There was a moment or two of silence before somebody raised their hand.
"Sir that is a white boy."
"No I'm sorry but your answer is incorrect", replied the teacher.
Another hand rose from the group, "Sir that is an American boy who wants to be like us."
"Well, that is a partially correct answer", came the teacher's reply. "This (patting my bald head) is a boy who NEEDS to become a slave. Regardless of his
skin color he needs to become the finest slave the school has ever turned out. Yes he is from America, where things are so different from the real world."
"Sir, excuse me Sir, but how come, why, can Sir explain the difference between them and us boys, Sir?" came a squeaky voice from the group of 'student's.
"Well, to begin with; there are so many differences between you fine boys and
the American boys. First I suppose is just the fact that just as soon as they are born from their mother's sperm canal, they are instantly wrapped in a cloth diaper. From just that one instant in their lives, they are doomed to wear clothing over their bodies. You see, not just Americans but the majority of the outside world thinks that a male body is ugly and hurries to cover it up. The only time, in public, that they are barely clad is in the water. Even then the American boys wear those long ugly shorts. They don't even have the decency to go properly naked in the water, like you boys.
The next major difference between you boys and others is that those males in the outside world seem to think that laying with a woman is quite the proper thing to do. As you all know, a man isn't supposed to lay with a woman.
You all have seen the older boys react to different things and you've seen their sperm shafts spit forth the sperm which the doctor uses to make babies amongst the fertile women. Which I might add is the only 'proper' way for men to help a woman come forth with a newborn boy.
In the outside world, they can do some pretty nasty things to each other; where here in our town and at our school, we treat everybody with respect and love. All of you have seen, and helped over the years to help the newly arrived males at school, feel comfortable around others like you.
Much like your contest today, you've shown the new male that you just want to
have some fun, and get to know him better.
And you all know by now, or you SHOULD know by now that a boy like this is hairless, why is that?"
The throng of boys fell deadly silent, and I could sense the teacher getting impatient waiting for an answer. Finally, apparently an older boy raised his hand and was promptly recognized.
"Sir, the new boy there has to keep his body free of hair because at school he is learning to live properly, as if it was his first day of life,Sir".
"Excellent boy, right on the mark. You've learned well over the years, and I'm glad that you finally had one correct answer."
Did I just hear right? His first correct answer, EVER? Holy fuck, what do they teach these kids anyway!
"I might just add to your answer that another reason he is without male hair is that his new master desires him to have none. Furthermore, besides beginning his life all over again, the 'boy' here needs to learn that you boys are much wiser and smarter than he is. And, until such time that 'boy' learns and accepts you as being of a higher standard he shall remain smooth like the newborn infant he is."
I could hardly believe what I was hearing. I began wondering what Jordan was thinking, and how he was reacting to all of this bullshit.
"Now then let's resume the lesson for today." Started the teacher, "What is the proper name of this item I'm holding in my hand?"
Four boys answered his question; each answer was wrong. "This, squeezing my cock, is nothing more than a THING! You have dicks and sperm shafts, men like myself have cocks; but a sex slave only has, this THING between his legs. It is totally useless, except to piss from!"
It took forever, for the boys to give wrong answer, after wrong answer; when they were asked the proper name for my nuts. Even I had the wrong answer, and we all know that we American boys call our nuts dozens of different names. But, as my luck would have it, I too learned that my nuts are really nothing more than 'pleasure balls'. I knew what question was next, and I could hardly believe my ears, when the boys started giving their answers; trying in earnest to give the teacher the proper name for my rectum.
"You boys have some funny ideas about what to call it; and I guess you all think it's rather funny that none of you got the question right, AGAIN! If the
question is ever asked again, just remember that it is called simply 'the tunnel'.
Just in case you haven't heard, the founder of the school and this town will be arriving late tomorrow afternoon. He will be with us three days. I am certain that he will visit each and every one of you. Do not, I repeat DO NOT answer any question wrong, should you be asked one. So you'll need to get together later on and go over the questions, go over the names of a slave's body and go over the names of parts on your own body. Go over how the older boys help to make new baby boys. And for those of you who still have your 'town law book', I'd suggest that you go over each page and try and remember what each picture means. If you get stuck, just ask any other boy who has a book, to help you.
Now then, one last question, and then we can get on with our other part of class. Does anyone know why the slave pulling this cart has that big ring behind his thing, right in front of his tunnel?"
No one could even fathom a guess. Not one single soul. So I guess that I wasn't the only one who could answer the question.
"I didn't think so. Well, let me simply say that when you see a slave with such a ring, it is a good bet that the slave will soon have the doctor removing his 'pleasure balls'. When a boy gets ringed like that it means only one thing and that is ... he has done something to bring sadness to his owner or master. In this case, the cart slave was not very honest and trustworthy. He stole his owner's faith in him that he was a good slave. And all of you know how much is placed on honesty and trust."
They are planning on nutting Jordan? That can't be... it just can't. He didn't do anything other than sneak out two small emails for me. I'll just have to plead my case with my father. I'd do just about anything to keep Jordan's balls intact.
"So just remember, when some of you boys get promoted to slave, always do what your master asks of you. He will love you dearly and treat you with respect; so you must also trust him and believe in him. He would never do anything to bring pain and suffering into your life, unless that is something that you feel you need, want or desire. So, on with part two of today's class."
He no sooner finished speaking, and he was releasing my head from the wooden cross that I'd been stuck in for hours. The two pieces of wood were taken off of the platform and the teacher faced the group and said, "Now line up boys, line up according to dick size. The smaller dicks up front and the bigger dicks in the back of the line."
As the boys were lining up facing towards me, I continued to crane my head and neck around, trying to get some movement back into those particular muscles; as well as lifting one arm at a time off of the platform vigorously shaking it to get some of the blood circulating again. That didn't last too long.
From behind me, another teacher quickly clipped my iron wrist cuffs down to the cart. At least I could still move my head and neck; with just a bit more sight returning. I was sort of hoping that by me moving my arms around wasn't going to alert the teachers that my physical capabilities were slowly returning.
I tried to watch as the teacher went down the line, making sure that all the boys had lined up according to their dick length. He made one or two changes from what I could see; but apparently these boys at least knew how to determine such a simply thing as 'size'.
"Okay boys, some of you may remember last year when we first began this next lesson. Remember to welcome the new 'boy' properly. Don't forget to stand still while you are giving him your present. For each boy that properly welcomes him and gives him the present, that boy will be allowed two minutes to acquaint himself more with the new 'boy'."
In a flash, a young boy jumped onto the first of the three steps; taking hold of my head and moving it to bring my lips in direct contact with his lips. He tried his best to get his tongue into my mouth, but failed miserably. After pulling away, he told the teacher that 'he doesn't like me, Sir'.
A rush of air was heard, finishing with a large leather strop making its mark on my butt. I could almost scream and have them hear it, but only a loud sound came out of my mouth. "Try again, I think that the 'boy' didn't know what you were doing."
So, the young boy pressed our lips together, and I could feel his tongue poking at my lips. Out of the corner of my left eye, I could plainly see the teacher with his hand on the handle of his prod.
I opened my mouth ever so slightly and the boys tongue slithered in like a snake. I had been so disgusted by this situation, that I'd not noticed that the
young boy had actually used his tongue to lift my snout ring out of the way before he impaled my mouth.
His youthful tongue swept the confines of my mouth. I could begin to feel him
exchanging his saliva, laying it on my tongue. For some reason, strange to me, I noticed that even though this boy was young, he had incredible knowledge on how to kiss properly. I suppose they all ran around the town kissing each other just for practice; surely they didn't do it because the loved somebody. His kissing seemed relentless; that is until I figured out that he was expecting me to reciprocate.
I managed to move my tongue, making contact with the underside of his tongue. He used both of his hands and held my head even tighter than I'd been used to. I thought of the last time I kissed a girl like this, and it was awesome. I kept thinking about her as we both, the boy and myself, continued kissing. I think perhaps my body went into overdrive, thinking of her; and I'd have held this boy tightly around his waist had my arms been free to do so. His innocence was captivating. His desire to learn and to obey was commendable. His need to show me that I had no need to fear him or the others was admirable.
Soon, the boy's head pulled away, as he released his hold on my head. I could
see that he was smiling, apparently glad that I'd returned his kiss.
He took one quick glance over towards the teacher, getting a nod; then the lad took two more steps up and his crotch was now level with my face. He scooted his small feet slowly towards my face; and I began to smell that unmistakable fragrance of maleness. I couldn't get over how sweet and enticing it was.
With my eyes wide open, and still improving, I could see his hairless dick and balls. I can't even remember when I'd had such a small 'thing'. It was cute
though and it looked so smooth; just like the rest of his torso. He stopped the second his dick came into contact with my lips.
Now I know what some of my friends said, about how young they were when they got their first erection and the first time they popped their nut; but this kid was still to young for sure.
I saw the prod once more, and could visualize the teacher behind me ready and
wanting to strike me again with his leather strop. I slowly opened my mouth, not wanting to think about doing what I was sure they wanted me to do.
The boy slowly inched his tiny dick into my mouth and placed his hands on the
back of my head. His dick was so small that it didn't even come close to touching my tongue piercing. He didn't move and I sure as hell didn't suck. He stood rock solid still, the whole group now silent; as if they were anxiously
awaiting something spectacular to happen.
"Now any time that your ready, go ahead and give him your present", the teacher said in a less authoritative tone of voice.
The both of us seemed to be frozen in time. I was getting overwhelmed by his body fragrance. I almost could see how and why gay men enjoyed each others closeness.
The young boy, twitched. A moment later he was spraying the inside of my mouth with hot, salty piss. The more his flow increased the more pressure he was applying to the back of my head. If I didn't swallow the urine, I'd probably drown or suffocate. Taking a bit of air into my nose, I began to gulp it down as if it was foul tasting medicine like mom gave me when I was a little tike. We stayed this way for about a minute, before the young boy gentle withdrew his dick. Like before he was grinning from ear to ear. "Welcome to our town and your new school", he said rather sheepishly.
"Well done there young man, well done!", exclaimed the teacher. "That was absolutely beautiful."
"Sir, thank you Sir", the boy replied still smiling, as the teacher gave him a big hug and lifted him off of the platform.
"Now then, young man, you get two minutes to explore the new 'boy' and to decorate him if you so choose."
The teacher set a small, well not that small, wooden box on the platform and I could see what looked like miniature clothespins; but these all shined in the sunlight. I had guessed that they were some type of metal clothespins.
The teacher reached into the box and handed the boy five of them and the kid ran around to the back of the platform and jumped right up onto it. The next thing I felt were his hands, very soft hands, gliding over my legs and back; down my arms and up into my armpits. He actually twisted around and lay on his back, looking up at my chest and abdomen. I could feel his softness, which nearly got me to thinking of my last girlfriend. His small fingers began to stroke the naked skin in between the two piercing rods I got last night. He was told his time was nearing the end, so he attached all five of those nasty and painful clips to what flesh he could gather up on my 'thing'. Geez that hurt like a son of a bitch! It hurts me right now just thinking about it.
He slid out from under me, and off the platform; just as the next boy was approaching my face with his face.
With each of the boys, it was the same. I suppose I'd kissed and swallowed six or seven of them, before I got up to the thirteen and fourteen year olds.
There felt like all the skin on my thing, was covered in steel clothespins and one or two were now dangling from each of my armpits. The pain was becoming more and more unbearable; but the boys kept coming and coming.
The older they got, the more force they used when they kissed me. It wasn't even a pleasant experience. Now why did they have to feel as if they had to control me and force me to take their tongue into my mouth? The older the boys got, the more aromatic the fragrance of their manhood. Each boy also seemed to be depositing more piss into my mouth than the previous one did.
The first time I felt a boys pubic hair on my face, was rather a startling event. I hadn't realized that his dick was fully into my mouth; with the head of his cock, just over the top of the roller ball tongue piercing. I was, for the first time in my life, hoping that he wouldn't piss in my mouth. All I wanted to do was to remain perfectly still, soaking up the essence of his body. I didn't even feel bad about what my brain was now telling me.
Two more boys later and I didn't have the opportunity to enjoy the moment. This kid was, I'd say fifteen or sixteen, and he apparently had done this more than the one time before.
He didn't wait until his dick head was passed my lips. He forcefully pulled my head onto his dick until it was embedded completely inside my mouth and partially down my throat. I struggled with my breathing, until I nearly passed out; yet, the boy never let go of my head. Just the fact that some of his dark
pubic hair was covering my nasal passage way, was enough to frighten the piss out of me. My bladder gave way and all of the piss collected inside of me came flowing out like a bursting dam. It sprayed every fucking which way and the odor was beyond belief.
The instant he began to piss, my instinct to survive kicked in and I sucked all the air I possibly could in through my nose. The boy hadn't left to much air space between my nose and his body, which seemed to create another situation altogether, but my first concern, was to swallow all of his urine.
It seemed to go on forever, but the entire group of boys kissed me, pissed in
me, covered me with steel clothespins and 'welcomed' me into the school and the town. I didn't want to dwell on the disgusting act of being forced to drink all that stinking piss or the pain from the 'decorations'. I knelt there drenched in sweat, sore and extremely exhausted; replaying in my mind, each and every boy, and how each one of them, had strangely, excited my senses for one reason or another.
I must have been in a 'fog', as I hadn't seen the commotion going on directly in front of me. The boys were given permission to 'play' with Jordan; under the watchful eyes of the instructors. They seemed to have an agenda; which wasn't a very nice one. They called him some pretty nasty names, stemming from; I suppose, what the teacher had told them all earlier about him 'stealing' from his owner or master. Jordan was a brave soul. He never uttered one word,
not one sound of pain or discomfort; as his balls were slapped, his new nipple rings pulled on, his dick whipped with tiny branches. They even spat in his face and mouth.
Thankfully the demoralization which Jordan was faced with, didn't last long. He was ordered to start the uphill trip back to the school. It wasn't going to be an easy time for Jordan, as the incline was rather noticeable. I knelt there, chained down; able only to stare ahead at Jordan's body as it toiled and sweated under the weight of his cargo. I knew my mind was playing games on me, when; several times during the journey I could have sworn that I smelt Jordan's body. His legs, well muscled; his butt firm and very cute, as were the muscles in his back. The last bit of sunlight reflected off of the large ring dangling between his legs. I could see his 'tunnel' from time to time, almost inviting me to smell it or kiss it.
All we needed to do now was make it back up to the school, get cleaned up and
eat and then get some rest. I'd make it up to Jordan tonight, if the opportunity presents itself, and if he wants me too.
Again, my wishful thinking got in the way of reality...
to be continued
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