Date: Fri, 17 Dec 2004 20:40:33 -0500
From: Steve Storyman <storyschool@hotmail.com>
Subject: boys-joys-and-sorrows-at-sex-ed-school, Chapter 1

BOY'S JOYS AND SORROWS AT SEX ED. SCHOOL
by Steve Storyman
storyschool@hotmail.com

Chapter 1

I'm Phil Wertz.  I was lucky to be hired as a supervisor at Miles
Academy--a boy's sex-education school for boys ages 13 to 29--
just after the laws of the land were changed.  Even the older
students were considered boys.

One of the new laws stated that education was no longer required
after a student reached the age of 13 years.  This affected boys
much more than girls (who usually stayed in school and ultimately
went to college).

For boys it was different.  Boys aged 16 and older could make
their own choice about their schooling, and most chose to go to
sex-ed schools, which were boys only.  A few die-hard boys stayed
in school, either because they liked it or were determined that
girls were not going to take over the job market and positions of
authority entirely--but that seemed as if it would be a losing
battle.

Boys younger than 16 usually convinced their parents to let them
enroll in a sex ed school--an easy sell for those parents who
would sooner be alone than raise a child.  I give the parents
some credit, though--about 40 percent of them kept their younger
boys at home and in regular schools until their sons reached 16
and could decide for themselves.  But we were happy about the 13-
year-olds who enrolled in our school.  This gave us a nice age
range--from 13 to 29, with many of the students in the age range
of 14 to 23 years, with a predominant core age range of 16 to 19.

All boys eventually had the choice of attending one of these
schools, joining the army, or going to work--or some other boring
or unpopular choice.  The government supervised everything.  No
boy was allowed to remain idle or have an easy life at home.
Crime and violence gradually disappeared as a major factor in
society.

By the time the laws were changed, boy-boy sex had become more
common than boy-girl relationships--although there remained about
a 20 percent population of heterosexual males in the 13 to 29
year-old category.

Sex Education schools popped up all over the country like mad,
and were popular among boys once they reached the age of 13.
These schools came into existence because most boys would rather
play sexually than go to school.  They were willing to risk the
stiff discipline that went along with the sexual curriculum--and
parents as well as older boys played down the punishment aspect
of the schools, to encourage the younger boys to join one.  That
strategy worked well, and the schools filled up as fast as they
were built.  Most school owners were guys who loved spanking or
otherwise disciplining boys, while giving them opportunities to
act out their sexual inclinations in relative freedom--though in
most schools this was structured and controlled.

Paddles, straps, canes, and the like, did not discourage many
boys from remaining in the sex ed school, because the sexual
activities were too good to pass up.  However, the hardship of
the training and punishments were a shock to the students at
first, though I must admit that Jeremy Miles, the owner of the
school I work for, made sure that all punishments were fair and
just, although often rough.  There were no injuries, scars, or
traumas, despite the high pain level of some of the discipline.
The exact carrying out of each punishment was all carefully
controlled and monitored, but apparently this was not obvious to
the students.

I was lucky to meet up with Jeremy Miles and get this job at his
school.  Doubly so, as I later found out his was a school of the
best quality--and with the high fees charged, he could afford to
be fussy and enroll only the really good-looking boys and young
men.

The main challenge to our school was the high percentage straight
boys who enrolled.  I guess most of them figured that anything
was better than the army or working a difficult or boring job.

FEBRUARY, 2108 - Cock Teasing 101

I'll never forget my first day as an employee of the school--
February 1, 2108.  There was a big snowstorm, and Miles Academy
was short-staffed as many supervisors could not get to work that
day.  So instead of putting me in the customary new-employee
training program, I was, with only a quick explanation of the
process from Mr. Miles, thrust into supervising one of the many
cock-teasing sessions that were common.

I could not believe what I saw that day, which was very arousing.

The boy (student) was 17 years old, and the tease session was
part of the usual sex activities, and not a punishment of any
kind.  The student's name was Brent.  I was struck with his good
looks--about 5 foot 10, 150 pounds, blue eyes, dirty blond hair,
slender--but with fine muscles and ultra-slim waist.  The kid was
my sexual ideal--so much so that I wondered if Mr. Miles had read
my mind and put me in this assignment to tease me.  I was 21
years old at the time, and rock hard at the sight of this kid.

Brent's body and beautiful face exuded sex.  For a
sixteen-year-old, his cock seemed large, but I later found out
the teasing caused a temporary oversize condition in both the
penis and the scrotum.

Brent was sweating and appeared to be blushing all over.  I soon
realized that this was a sexual blush, common when a boy of his
age was teased as radically as he was.  The cute kid was sweating,
moaning, and seemed half out of his mind with sexual frustration.

Jeremy Miles himself had told me he got the idea for this
particular cock-tease rig from a cartoon.

Bound securely and comfortably to a well-padded post, the boy had
to endure a series of multiple feathers which slid mercilessly
across his erect penis--both topside and underside.  Brent had
been on this device for over 48 hours, with time off to sleep--
guarded and wearing a locked chastity belt when not being teased-
-sexually tortured was more like it, although I thought this was
a type of torture for which I would readily volunteer.  A second,
separate bunch of feathers teased his balls, and a third set gave
his nipples a sensual workout.

Brent's arms were fastened to horizontal beams, also padded,
making him feel more helpless and hopelessly restrained--which he
was.  The kid's feet were placed flat on the thick carpeting--
however, there was a pole behind the boy, the end of which
contained a medium-sized, vibrator-equipped dildo, and I could
adjust the dildo-pole up or down, as I thought necessary.  Of
course, when the dildo was pressed upward to the extreme, the kid
was forced to go up on his toes, to avoid discomfort as well as
the vibrations of the thing--when I had the vibrator turned on.

The boy begged for sexual release.  I was unsure how to respond.
However, I was not alone in supervising Brent's ordeal.  Two
younger boys, both on their knees on either side of Brent,
monitored his condition, making sure he did not cum--even though
it was difficult for him to reach orgasm when attached the
contraption.  These boys, Philip and Michael, had authority to
apply the paddle or the strap to Brent's backside to distract
him--if it appeared that he might be on the verge of cumming.  Of
course it was my option to apply this painful deterrent myself,
or other means I had that the younger boys were not authorized
to use.

Naturally, a boy--even a sexual one such as Brent--would
eventually become accustomed to the stimulation of the feathers
and the anal penetration, and therefore begin to lose his
erection.  The two younger boys had wide latitude in re-arousing
Brent when this happened.

The first thing I noticed besides Brent's sweating and body-blush
was the amount of pre cum the kid was secreting.  This meant the
two younger boys had to keep installing new feathers, because wet
feathers did not have nearly the maddening teasing effect that
fleecy, dry feathers had.

When I came upon the scene, Philip and Michael, who both looked
to be about 14 or 15, were busy changing the feathers, and
quickly explained the overall process to me--in more detail than
Jeremy Miles had done earlier.  Of course, I had questions.

"So, what are you going to do now that his erection is drooping?"

"Whatever you say, sir," young Philip said, his golden blond hair
shimmering in the bright light.

"What would you usually do?"  (In this case, to Brent)

"Sir, I would suck him and Mike would rim him.  That gets him
really hard, fast."

"You would rim him--with his butt all sweaty like that?" I said
to the darker-haired boy.

"I could if I wanted to sir, but I use the portable shower on him
first.  The carpet is waterproof."

"I see."  It was then that I noticed that the floor where Brent
was standing was sunken down a bit, and equipped with a floor
drain.

"Some boys like to rim when the other boy is sweaty and a little
smelly down there," Philip said, as Michael began to rub Brent's
butt.

I could see the questioning look on the boy's faces.  "Don't
change your plan--go ahead," I said with a big smile.

Two equally big smiles greeted me as the young pair went to
work--the new feathers put aside for the moment.

"What happens if you boys slip and he cums?"

"We get strapped in the cafeteria in front of the whole school,"
Philip said, with an appreciable look of fear.  He then began a
light licking of the tortured boy's penis, which slowly turned
into a soft, sensual blow job.  Later, when Michael began to rim
Brent, the beautiful boy moaned and began to squirm.

"Give me a break, please," the sweating lad said breathlessly,
"I've been on this thing two days."

In response, Philip and Michael were silent, and it appeared that
Brent expected no real answer--except for the sensual sucking and
rimming he was getting.

At that point, I raised the pole to which the dildo was mounted,
and delighted in seeing Brent raise himself up on his toes, and
give an appealing, sexual squeal.

"He's straight, you know," Michael said offhandedly.

I nearly fell over in surprise.  "I though these cock-teasing
sessions were routine."

"Yes sir, they are.  But this one needs to be trained to like
boys," Michael continued.

"Okay, explain," I said--about to cum in my pants with this added
information.

Philip stopped his stirring blow job to give me the facts.

"Well sir, he knows he has to volunteer to give a blow job, or
get fucked.  When he does that, then we can let him cum."

"You mean IF he does that," I said.

"No sir," both boys said almost in unison.  At that point, both
the younger lads stopped what they were doing to explain further.
"See how big his balls are?"

"Yes."

"He needs it bad, and it's only going to get worse.  He'll give
in eventually," Michael said.

"His nuts hurt now, but that'll get worse, too," Phillip said.

Of course, I had no idea what other training Brent had been
subjected to before the current cock teasing, but I could see
their reasoning--the school's reasoning, really.

"Brent," I said, bringing the boy out of his sexual stupor, "are
you ready to volunteer for your first boy-sex?"

"No sir," the trembling boy said with some uncertainty.

As Philip and Michael resumed their potent teasing maneuvers,
Brent succumbed to the spell of sexual arousal and denial--
evidenced by his moans and pleading for release.

Soon, they dried Brent's cock gently, and turned on the motor
that moved the feathers back and forth across the swollen,
tortured cock.  The other feathers were in motion as well.

"Please--I can't take much more," Brent said with heaving
breaths, causing Philip and Michael to stop the machine.

I tried to reason with Brent to yield to this process.  "Brent,
all you have to do is agree to suck someone off, or let--"

"No," Philip said, "he has to kneel and suck off 5 of us."

"Including you two?"

"Yes," the young pair said, grinning widely.

"What now?" I asked.

"He needs to be paddled," Philip said, "so he won't cum."

"Paddled or SOMETHING, sir," Michael said, with  a hopeful eye
toward me, expecting that I would apply something more painful
than the paddle or strap to the poor boy--an action apparently
both Philip and Michael were anxious to witness.

"I suppose I could use a tawse or a cane on him," I said,
watching and gauging the reaction of the two young attendants.

"No, please!" Brent said, his eyes widening.

"Or something worse," Michael said--boldly pushing the envelope
with my authority to make my own decision.

...More to come?

Steve Storyman
storyschool@hotmail.com