Date: Sat, 12 Mar 2005 17:56:49 -0800 (PST) From: Steve Storyman Subject: Boys' Joys And Sorrows At Sex Ed. School - Chapter 7 Boys' Joys And Sorrows At Sex Ed. School - Chapter 7 by Steve Storyman stevestoryman@yahoo.com (text only) Copyright 2005 Steve Storyman March 12, 2005 DISCLAIMER: This story is for adults only. If it is not legal for you to read erotic stories, or you are not of legal age to read this type of story either where you reside or are accessing this page, or are offended by male to male sex, spanking, or other application of pain or pleasure to the body, homosexual or otherwise, then click off this page, and do not read this story. Contains gay sex scenes. Other standard disclaimers apply. All character names are fictional. This applies to all chapters or parts of the story, past, present, and future, if any. _________________________________________________________________ My email address: stevestoryman@yahoo.com (text only) My name is Steve. My last name is not Storyman. I'll reply to all substantial. (If you're using a friend's email account, or some such, and would prefer that I don't write back, please tell me.) It's been my pleasure to get the emails I've received so far. Thank you. There has been more email this week, and if that keeps up fairly well, Chapter 8 will be Brent's ritual, and will be out on Nifty soon. I try to be organized, but I may have missed replying to you, so if you didn't get an answer and would like to hear back from me, just let me know. If possible, please also paste in a copy of the unanswered message. (Your email is the only incentive, feedback, or reward available to keep up my enthusiasm for writing the stories.) Thank you, Steve _______________________________________________________________ Below is a full list (dramatis personae), not an indication of the number of people with active roles in a given chapter. Jeremy Miles, Headmaster, Miles Academy Alan Richards, 25, assistant to Mr. Miles Phil Wertz, 21, supervisor PHIL'S BOYS: Brent Hallman, 17, student to have "conversion" ritual Darren Donner, 16, falsely accused Phillip Ankleton, 14, student helper, blond hair Michael Lanikker, 13, student helper, darker hair MISCELLANEOUS Hans a boy in Phil's past Mark Ericmann, 22, teacher MARK'S BOYS: (7, out of a total of 16 students) Ethan Dremmond, 17, student, wise guy Simon Kelms, 17, student with a big lap, resembles Brent Tyler Adamson, 16, student with lowest grades in his class Dennis Rex, 16, tall, well-endowed student, basketball player Sean Ballinger, 15, student, rewarded Kyle Roland, 15, student, a cute bottom Greg Forsythe, 15, Dennis Rex's roommate OTHERS: Mark Wrent, 19, student, good build, very well-endowed Todd Farmsway, 17, being punished in 14 y/o dorm Dylan Wentworth, 14, document delivery boy * Jared Taylor, 14, residing in the 14 y/o's dorm * Brian Gyouvanos, 14, walks with Phil in the hallway * Ryan Ropersfield, 13, in training, visiting the 14 y/o's dorm with his supervisor * new in this chapter _______________________________________________________________ IF YOU'RE INTERESTED, SEE UPDATED LIST OF ALL MY STORIES AT END OF CHAPTER _______________________________________________________________ FROM THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER (expanded to be more informative) We knelt in front of Darren. The poor boy was desperate for breath, his need for release monumental. Mark held the dildo as if he were ready to use it. "Hold off, Mark." "No problem." "Darren, I know you've had no bottom training, but I need to put this dildo in you now. Do you see how thin it is?" I asked the distressed lad. "Yes, sir . . . arrghh! Uhhhhh, OW! But sir--please! Do you have to?" "It's the only way to squeeze out the excess fluid that's built up pressure in you. It's causing your pain. You want to lessen the pain, don't you?" "Ahh! OW! Y-yes, sir. Okay!" "Go real easy, Mark. I need to maintain his virgin status." Mark acknowledged my words with a nod, reached behind Darren, and inserted the thin dildo. He slid it in carefully, and began slow in and out movements, while we took turns teasing Darren's inflamed penis. "Yeeeeeeeohhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh, GOD!" "It's okay, Darren. I won't hurt you," Mark said. "He's gonna blow," I said, after 20 more seconds of very soft sucking. I felt the boy's knees weaken as the throbs in his cock became violent, frenetic vibrations. "AHHHH! FUCK YEAH! AH! AH! UHHHHHHH!" Mark and I slid out of the way, and I began to stroke Darren's cock with my hand. "SPLAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTT!" Darren's first orgasmic pulse launched his semen in a thick, continuous stream, hitting the mirrored wall, nine feet across the room. [FROM CH. 6] _______________________________________________________________ For Peter CHAPTER 7 FINAL PREPARATION FOR BRENT'S RITUAL I was sorry to have to do this, but the poor lad had to come eventually, or go mad. "Holy shit!" Mark said, as Darren's body writhed in pleasure and pain, unable to expel the huge reservoir of his male essence quickly enough to satisfy his incomprehensible need. "He's a good cummer," I said, masking my concern for Darren as I went behind the boy, wrapping my arms around his chest, leaning over his shoulder to watch the angry red organ bounce and ejaculate frantically. "He's a fountain!" Mark shouted, sliding the dildo in deep, creating an incredible geyser of pre-cum. "Ah! Oh, fuck!" Darren said, seeing and feeling his pre-seminal fluid shoot out uncharacteristically, and in mid-orgasm. As Mark abandoned the dildo, he grasped and tilted up the boy's desperate penis. "Wrrraaahhhhgghhhh! UHH!" Darren screamed, his body preparing to launch another charge of liquid boyhood. His face distorted as the 16-year-old's body heaved, and cum flew again, the sudden stream ejecting more potently--a long lightning strike of semen appearing all at once, the graceful arc peaking near the ceiling--its descent interrupted as it splashed noisily against the mirror. "Haaaaaaaaaaaarrrrgggghhhhhhhh! Awwwwwrrrrrrrrrrhhhhh!" Two gigantic pulses now, the two desperate streams, one after the other, following the path of the last, grazing the ceiling--the gap between them barely visible, as the combined doses of precious liquid hit the sparkling surface, and ran in rivers down the smooth glass--a few rich pearls dropping slowly in the room's center from the flat ceiling. "Awwwwwrrrrrr, FUCK!" In time, nine more pleasure-filled, pain-filled expulsions of semen took flight in similar paths, decorating the mirror with bizarre patterns--the young teen eventually finding his pleasure as the last of his astonishing climax came easily in more relaxed trajectories; and he began to pant in mountainous, heaving breaths--the faint smile of relief magnificently sensual. As Darren's muscles weakened, his bonds supported him. "Ahhh, oh, God. Uh, uh, uh!" The boy's muscles may have let go, but his enraged six-inches of 16-year-old manhood remained proudly erect, the thing still crimson with desire, his adolescent urges refusing to cease their agonizing stimulation. "You could come AGAIN, now, couldn't you, boy." I stated it as a fact, not a question. "Uhhh, yessir, oh, uh, uh!" "God, he's fantastic!" Mark said. "Darren, how was the dildo?" "I j-just noticed it at the beginning. It was easy, sir." "Excellent." The bulges in Mark's shorts and mine were grotesquely obvious-- surely as brittle as Darren's--yet we had no intention of asking the boy to service us after witnessing such an event--the magnitude and significance of the landmark orgasm provoking intense arousal, while evoking a singular reverence. "It's all right, boy," I said to Darren, his eyes glazed, his body exhausted. "Are you thirsty?" He shook his head. I released Darren from his bonds, and laid him on the small bed to rest a bit. I went to Mark, watching as he gripped his aching bulge. I did the same, but quickly removed my shorts before I sat next to him, and lay down. Mark responded by disrobing and reclining next to me, as Darren looked on. I supposed no communication was needed, as we grasped each other's anxious penis, and began to stroke. "No, Darren," I said softly, seeing the boy masturbating, "keep your arms folded on your chest." I wondered if I'd done the right thin, releasing him from his restraints. The poor boy twitched with renewed passion as Mark and I pumped more furiously, and finally spewed our own sexual commemoration of Darren's stunning moment of release--our dual orgasms rising rapidly, the two streams not quite synchronized as they shot energetically upward, satisfying our sudden lust--the sensual act intensifying the teen's yearning. "Please!" Darren shouted. As Mark and I were cleaning up, the boy unfolded his arms and stood. "Just stand there, boy," I said as I finished wiping up. I put on a clean pair of shorts and gave Mark a pair. I could tell Darren wanted to touch his penis, the way his hands were rubbing his thighs--so close to the erect organ. "You better pee, now," I said to Darren. "Sir, I can't," he said anxiously. "You can restrain him more solidly, and use the hose, Phil." "Hose?" Mark showed me the cock hose--made of very soft plastic, with an outer, more rigid shell. It was designed to fit over the penis, erect or otherwise, and could be used to allow a boy to urinate while restrained and unattended. It had other uses. A variable control permitted the adjustment of the degree of suction desired. Air holes prevented the mild suction from marking or distending the organ. Soon, we had the special end of the hose installed on Darren's penis. We rigidly restrained his hips to prevent him from pumping his erection into the device, lest he achieve another orgasm. "Feel better, Darren?" "Yes, thank you sir!" "How were the food and water tubes?" "No problem. The food tasted more like a milkshake." "Very good, boy. You remember our plan--you need stimulation to challenge you. Unfortunately, this rig will not provide that." The boy looked relieved. "How about this?" Mark said, holding up something for me to see. "Is that a stim cock ring? The electronic one?" "Yes." "No, please!" the boy shouted in fear of more torment. I had expected Darren's outburst and ignored it. "I hate to put it on his cock--it might be too much, for the long time he'll be alone. Will it work on his balls?" "Yes. There's a smaller one you can put at the top of the sac. He'll feel a light vibration in his balls. Very effective, but mild." "That's just what he needs." Mark found the smaller stim ring, and I put it in place, opening and closing it on his sac. It rested gently on top of Darren's precious stones. I wondered how to activate it. "Here," Mark said, handing me something. "Oh, a remote. I should've known," I said, studying the thing. "Damn, all these choices. What's wrong with 'ON' and 'OFF?'" I let my finger wander along the underside of Darren's penis. The head was occupied with the hose, but there was plenty of sensitive surface available. "Uhhh! Ah! Sir!" "How do you want it to act?" Mark asked. "Hmmm, not sure--a moderate pulsation for three minutes, and three minutes off--a repeating cycle?" "That'll be mild," Mark said. "Good. Punch it in for me," I said to Mark, as I removed the hose and knelt, slipping my lips over half the boy's fascinating rigidity. Darren had an average-sized organ, but it was quite beautiful. I tightened the grip of my tongue, and slid up and down the shaft a few times, teasing his young cock, as if it needed more. "Oh, geez! AH!" "Ready for me to turn the ring on?" Mark asked as I replaced the hose on the tip of Darren's cock. "No. Show me how." After I energized the stim ring, we waited for Darren's reaction. At first, there was nothing. Then, his legs began to tremble just a bit. "Do you feel that, Darren?" "Uhhhh! Oh, sir! Yes, but--can't I come just one more time?" "No. How does that feel on your nuts, boy?" "It f-feels good, sir. Too good. It makes me need to--" "Excellent. Well, we'd better go, Mark." "Sir, no--please! Let me come! I'm begging you." "You have to curb your excitement, boy, so you don't need to come so badly; to train your body not to get to the begging point," I said as I approached the door with Mark. "No, please, sir. Just one more time! I promis--" And I closed the door behind me. "He'll be okay," I said, as Mark and I stepped out into the hallway. "I'm sure," Mark said, grinning. "Smile, Phil. You've done well with him." "Thanks." "We'd better get something," Mark said. "Get something?" "Some of that liquid food Darren's been having. There's lots of flavors. There's cans of it everywhere. It's fast and easy. Gives you a quick boost, and it stays with you, too." "Sounds good to me." "Good." "Any coffee around here?" I said to Mark, looking around the automated break room. He went to the wall with two cups and soon had them filled. "You take it black, I hope." "Yes." "Good." "Ah, this is more like it," I said, "The food was good, but this is the stuff I needed." "It's nice to relax for a few." "Yeah--gives me time to think. I just realized--I've been busy thinking about Brent and the boys he'll be sucking off--I don't know anything about the other parts of the ritual." "Ah! Good point. It's never the same, twice. Miles will brief Brent on what to do, and when. Of course, *we* won't get to have that inside information. I'll tell you what I know." "Never the same twice, sounds good." "Before the ritual, during Brent's briefing, Miles will ask Brent about different activities he might be willing to do." "Such as?" "That's just it--the list is secret, and Miles keeps coming up with new ideas, so the list is ever expanding." "And?" "After an introduction, the first part of the ritual will be the welcoming ceremony. You knew about that. Except for the welcome itself, you never know what Miles will put into it." "That tells me more than I knew." "I'd say the second part of the ritual is in two sections. One, more events from the secret activity list. Two, the student interacts with five boys orally--or one boy, anally, as you know. Sorry I'm not telling you much, but there are a few aspects that you'll enjoy better if I don't tell you and spoil the surprise." "That's okay. I feel I have a better idea of it, now. Hey, can we peek in on Todd Farmsway and the dorm boys?" "Sure, there's a screen in here, a three foot one," Mark said, already selecting the dorm. "Who's that?" I asked, seeing a small, naked boy kneeling in front of Todd. Beside the boy was a man I didn't recognize. "One of our thirteen-year-olds. Don't remember his name. He's not part of their dorm--he must be visiting. The guy with him is his supervisor." Apparently our school was well-supplied with irresistible, hot- looking, blue-eyed blonds, I thought, because that's what the kneeling boy epitomized. He was small, with not much of a dick, but he was hot--and he was hard, his little boner pressing enticingly against his smooth, concave abdomen. He had nice big balls, though. The tight mound of his scrotum, striking in its size, stood out boldly under the diminutive penis. "I wonder where the houseman is." My question was not as interesting as the action on the screen. "That's it," the supervisor said, coaching the boy. He was teaching to kid how to tease a cock, apparently. "Does that feel comfortable, Ryan?" "Mmm, urmmm," Ryan said, nodding, his mouth very occupied. The audible response amounted to a musical hum whose melody translated to 'yes.' The boy's lips were halfway down Todd's erection. I couldn't tell who was trembling more--the 13-year- old from a case of nerves, or Todd, from his ongoing ordeal of cock-teasing. "Ahhhhhhh, fuck!" Todd said, responding to the overpowering pleasure even a slight hum can bring to an excited penis. Todd's was over-excited. "Good boy!" the man said to Ryan. "Can you take more of him-- slide deeper on it?" "Nnnn, unnn!" Ryan said, shaking his head, having as much cock in his mouth as he dared--and evidently fearful of reproach should he let go of the throbbing organ. "Okay. Loosen your lips till they're barely touching, and slide back. Stop when you have just half his tip in your mouth. It's a very small amount of cock to hold on to, so be careful." The boy obeyed, sending cascades of frustrating sensuality to the tormented victim's aggravated penis--especially when Ryan's lips pulled back over the big teen's flare, the lips snapping a bit as they journeyed over the corona on their trip backward. "UHHH! Yahhh! Yeeaaaarrrgghhh!" "Excellent, Ryan! See how he's shaking and screaming? Do you feel his penis throbbing in your mouth?" "Mmm, urmmm," the kneeling boy said, nodding once again. "Now slide your lips on it more, toward but not past the flare-- just to the edge of it, and do what I told you with your tongue." "Ryan Ropersfield, that's the boy's name!" Mark said. I could see the charming bulges in Ryan's cheeks as the little, energetic 13-year-old did the requested task--his tongue seductively torturing Todd with jolts of pleasure to just a fraction of his starved, rigid penis--the hot sparks of delight too much for the 17-year-old. "Ah, FUCK! Awrrrrrghhhhh! UH! UH! UH!" the captivating bigger teen screamed as he shook with unsatisfied need. "That boy is a hell of a bottom in training, Phil." "I want his mouth," I said, my dick coming to life. "I want Todd's body, too, the poor kid." I heard laughter on the audio. "Mark--zoom out for a wide shot." As the screen displayed the wider scene, we could see that all the 14-year-olds in the dorm surrounded Todd, with Ryan and his supervisor. "He's good!" one of the dorm boys said, referring to Ryan. "You can practice on ME!" the tallest of the group said charmingly. He was a slim, good-looking boy with striking dark brown hair and eyes to match. He came forward from the back of the crowd--which became full of gasps, then fell silent as the boy disrobed. For a slim 14-year-old, the lad had surprisingly rugged good looks, with a well-proportioned five-and-a-half inches of boy-bone protruding happily. "That's Jared Taylor," Mark said, referring to the tall 14-year- old. A continuous stream of pre-cum reaching to the floor was the current distinguishing feature of Jared's erect penis--a sight I found especially tempting. Ryan abandoned his teasing of Todd, and swung around to face the taller boy. "FUCK!" Todd said, voicing even more frustration as Ryan's lips slid off him. This was baffling because Todd's torment had stopped for the moment. "Oooo, yeah, I'll practice on YOU! You're cute," Ryan said to Jared with a wide smile. Jared grinned, his smile becoming openly sensual. Ryan had captivated him. It seemed to be a case of mutual, unrestrained lust at first sight. There was a pause as the two boys stared intently at each other. The 14-year-old dorm residents looking on must have this moment of attraction between the pair--all of them fell silent. Ryan, trembling now, turned apprehensively to his supervisor, "Can I?" the 13-year-old said. "Sure," his supervisor said, willing to have Ryan try his skills on Jared, smiling and clearly pleased with his boy's request. "Mmmm," Ryan moaned as he stuck his tongue under the thread of clear liquid flowing from the sexy, 14-year-old. Ryan moved upward, his tongue accumulating a pool of the sweet stuff, until he reached Jared's quivering erection. The 13-year-old slowly engulfed the head of his partner's organ, his bulging cheeks revealing the sensations the lad was bestowing with his tongue upon Jared, who quivered enchantingly. "Yeeaaaaaahhh!" the 14-year-old screeched in pleasure, his voice cracking and going high. The lad would have fallen to the floor, were it not for an alert friend behind him who supported the quaking boy. "Mmmm!" Ryan moaned, his mouth descending on the captive penis-- once again Ryan was impaled on a tube of hot hard flesh. "UHHH! Yeah, kid--suck me," Jared said, in as sensual a breathy voice as I'd ever heard from a boy of 14. "His name is Ryan." The supervisor interrupted the beautiful, tender act, relocating the two partners so Jared's back was against a wall--ensuring the boy would not fall, no doubt. As the man pulled Jared away, Ryan looked aghast at the retreating cock, drooling hungrily with eyes wide. And Jared shivered markedly--grimacing, squirming for the 13-year-old to renew his oral attentions, Jared's newly-aroused cock throbbing upward repeatedly. Little Ryan's stiff bone vibrated sympathetically--never taking his eyes off Jared's bouncing, hungry member. The pair's endearing reaction to the cruel break in their pleasure caused a few quiet chuckles, many of the other boys politely covering their mouths. As Ryan's tender cock-teasing continued, Jared's jaw dropped, and his hips bucked with fierce, pubescent desire. The lad was panting now, his body likely preparing for orgasm. Ryan's eyes looked upward into his partner's face--clearly admiring the boy. "Uhhh, uhhh," the 14-year-old moaned, slowing his thrusts. "Can I . . . f-fuck him?" Jared asked between breaths, glancing up at the supervisor. "Hell, I'd like to fuck him, too," a whispered voice came from the crowd of 14-year-old residents. This appeared to be unheard by many the others. "Sorry, Jared. Ryan's a virgin," the supervisor said. "His deflowering ceremony will be coming up soon." Instantly, Ryan slid off the inflamed object of his loving, oral performance. "I want HIM!" Ryan said boldly to the man, making Jared his choice of partners for the ceremony. "We'll have to measure his dick," the supervisor said. "Suck him good, now, Ryan--and don't let him come." "Oh, there's the houseman," Mark said. "I don't know if this is fair to my other boys," the houseman said with a wry grin. "After all, they'll all be dripping, seeing Ryan giving a blow job to Jared. I think my boys should be allowed to vent their frustrations in advance. I'd like to line them up and have them use this on Jared and your boy." The houseman handed Ryan's supervisor a small strap. "That might be a good idea," the supervisor said as he broke out smiling. "What's that?" I said, suddenly seeing a yellow glare moving about the break room. "Oops!" Mark said, "We're needed!" He shut down our viewing session. "Huh? Shit!" "The system knows we're here--the magnetic ankle bracelets, remember? The guards will probably be coming for the boys soon, and they put out a signal to make sure we were with our guys and had them ready. We need to put chastity belts on Simon and Dennis, remember?" "Damn! Okay. Should we take liquid food back to them?" "No," Mark said, "they'll be given all they need at the Prep Center." "Shit. I forget where they are, now." "Our boys? Training room three." "Let's go. Shit I'm excited after seeing Ryan and Jared. Those little fuckers really got to me." "That's right--you're just a kid, you're 21," Mark said, getting back at me for my earlier joke. "I'm not getting blue balls or anything." "Time will tell!" "Fuck you, buddy," I said, grinning at Mark, happy to see his fiery smile in return. "You know, Simon Kelms looks so much like Brent, I'm surprised Brent didn't say something about it." "Now that you mention it, I saw Brent and Simon blush a few times, when they looked at each other." "I guess I was too busy handing out punishments at the time." "I think so. You swing a mean cane." "Have you ever caned a boy?" "No. Had my ass lit on fire with one, many a time." "A figure of speech, I hope." "Ha! Yes. Though I *did* burn my ass backing into the fireplace, as a boy." "Is that how you got that scar on your left butt cheek?" "Oh--you noticed." "Hey Phil, your hot, your cute. You do a hell of a good jack- off." "Made my day, thanks." "And you've got a nice ass. So fuckable-looking." "I'm horny enough, I might let you." "I'm horny enough, I might tie you down." "I thought *you* were the one who wanted to be tied down. Besides, you're older." "Never mind, junior." "Like I said, fuck you, pal." "I'll keep that in mind, Phil," Mark said, grinning. "Ooo, yeah!" I said as I opened the door to training room three, where our boys were. The lot of them seemed tense--looks of anxiety clearly outlined on their faces. "All right, boys--gather 'round," Mark said, teacher style, to the four, helpless, restrained students. It didn't take them long to burst out laughing, realizing the teacher's orders were impossible to carry out--the laughter breaking the tension in the room, the boys relaxing visibly. The six of us hooted. Mark made a beeline for the supply cabinet, picking out the proper sizes of chastity belts for Simon and Dennis. He handed me the larger of the two. "For Dennis," he said. "Who else," I muttered, eyeing the huge cage. These were not 'show' belts, but inexpensive, practical ones--bulky and unattractive, impossible to break into. They were made from a zirconium-titanium-carbon alloy, a cheap, old standby from 2088 that could not be cut or tampered with, even with the most powerful hand tools. After a few minutes, we looked over all four students--Phillip, Michael, Simon, and Dennis--cock-caged and dressed in their robes. Simon, at 17, was the only one of our boys wearing a blue robe. The others wore white, symbolizing youth and purity. I thought about the purity symbol. It had only been two years since my own conversion, and I occasionally had to remind myself of society's moral standards, where two boys 16 or older having sex on their own (or any combination of males of that age), or sexual acts between boys under 16 with parental knowledge--was the correct, upright, and expected thing. There was a movement to lower the age to 13. When a couple joined formally in matrimony, (only males could marry), virginity was seldom an issue because sexual activity was a part of growing up--although anal inexperience was highly regarded. Certain ultra-conservative families kept their sons from all sexual activity, other than masturbation, until the age of 16. Some males preferred these virgins, though it was considered an outmoded preference. In any case, once the ceremony was completed, the legally-joined couple was considered an icon of purity from that time forward, but especially on their wedding day. In addition, any two unmarried males could also be considered icons of purity, if they pledged themselves to each other, dated exclusively, or otherwise omitted others from their active sex life. Of course, straight boys and girls, a small and shrinking minority, often found ways of satisfying their desires in secret. These second-class citizens were tolerated, not for any heterosexual contact, which was illegal, but for their supposed abstinence from sex. Boys and men of any age were punished, sometimes imprisoned, for sexual behavior with a female. The lesser penalties for such offenses included parentally- administered corporal punishment for boys under 16--sometimes in private, sometimes open to viewing by friends, relatives, or neighbors, at the parent's discretion. Public punishment was ostensibly the milder penalty for males 16 and over who were caught in sexual contact with the opposite sex. These most often received sentences--varying according to age--to be paddled, strapped, flogged, or whipped, while held, fully unclothed, in old-fashioned stocks, or tied to a post in the public square, and left there (before of after the state sentence was carried out) for an age-appropriate length of time--to be subject to mild abuse by other males--the offender guarded by sheriffs to prevent serious injury to him. There was a catch: All abusers had to be naked. Public nakedness was acceptable, but not yet common, and still embarrassing to many. Thus the nakedness rule limited the number of active tormentors, though many more were otherwise willing. Teens were more apt to be comfortable walking naked in public or at home, so this age group comprised the majority of post- punishment tormentors. The academy made it a policy to take its boys out periodically-- fully dressed, of course--to view these public punishments, and subsequent painful harassment by others, an experience that could be more agonizing than the official sentence for the offender. The school I had attended saw to it that I saw my share of these painful, sometimes erotic public displays. "Phil--the door," Mark shouted, his voice and the yellow lights taking me out of my reverie. "I'll get it." The guards had come for our boys, I thought, gulping tensely. "It's just one guard," Mark shouted as I walked to the door. I didn't recognize the boy. I knew he was young, well under 16, but very cute. He simply showed me a document, told me I was needed, and walked with me down the hall. I had no idea where we were going. As we turned a corner, I saw Mark the hunk. "I must leave you now, sir," the boy said, and walked off. "Mark--your outfit! You're in the ritual?" "Shhh! Yes, sir, but you can't tell the others. That's why they sent that other boy to get you." "Okay, but cut the sir with me unless someone else is around," I said, glancing down toward his genitals. "I see you have a different chastity belt." The thing was huge, but beautiful. "Yeah--Miles put in on me himself. UH!" "What's wrong?" "Fuckin thing vibrates on and off, I never know when! And it's fur-lined--driving me crazy!" "So Miles knows I have plans for you in bed tonight?" "Yeah. He liked the idea. We better get a move on." "Where are we going?" "Oh--Miles wants you. I don't know why." "Okay. Is anything wrong with Brent or the ritual?" "No, I don't think so." I was relieved. When I got to Miles, he greeted me warmly. "Phil, sorry I've put you up to your neck in work, but it's customary that you get to speak to your boy before any official ceremony. He's in the next room," Miles said. "There are no recording devices in there, Phil--so you may speak freely with Brent." I entered the room anxiously. "Hey, Brent." "Sir!" "Don't give me 'sir' today. Let's keep it casual. How are you?" "Scared shitless!" "Stand up." I hugged the beautiful lad with a quarterback's build. He was naked except for his chastity belt. "Did they tease you?" "No, but I'm horny as a bitch!" "Seems I've heard that before," I said, grinning at him. "No doubts or second thoughts?" "No! I'm looking forward to the fun part." "What about the other parts?" "Sorry, I'm not allowed to tell anyone." "No problem, Brent. Look--fuck what the other supervisors do-- what they think, how they feel. I love all the boys here--but you, especially." "I know, sir," he said, blushing cutely, "I don't know why." I was convinced he'd be able to figure it out, if he gave it some thought. "You were my first subject, and I like your looks, for starters. In a sense, I fucked you with that dildo during your cock-tease." "Oh, yeah," he said with a little laugh, but highly embarrassed. "Brent--remember the whipping I gave you? And what I did afterward, with the tea-tree oil?" "Yeah--I started liking you a lot, then." "We got closer at that point. There was mutual respect, and approval. I liked you a lot then, too." "Oh, I get it," Brent said with a nice smile. "A whipping does something to you mentally, doesn't it--about the guy that does it to you?" "Yeah." "Well, it does a similar thing to me." "I feel . . . I don't know--really good about you, I guess." "I'm real glad to hear that, Brent. Let's sit down." "Can I speak freely?" "Yes." "I know you have a love for me, but . . . you really got the hots for that Mark kid--the nineteen-year old." "Possibly." I deliberately let my grin betray the real answer. "Now I can understand about some of those jealousies I was complaining about when we had the interview." "Suppose I had the *two* of you in bed with me?" "Oh, God," Brent said, his chastity belt jumping up. "I see I'm not the only one with the hots for Mark. I call him Mark the hunk." "Me and him in bed with you? A free three-way deal?" "More or less free, yes." "Shit--I'm ready!" "Good. I'll see if I can arrange that. So, what did they *do* to you?" "They trimmed my pubes, gave me some food, and the doctor looked up my ass with a tube." "Did that hurt?" "No. He just looked up there and said I had a healthy . . . fuck hole, or whatever he called it." "They're not going to force you to take a cock up your ass, are they?" "No." "Good! I didn't think Miles would do anything like that. So, you've had your briefing?" "Yeah. I can't talk about that either." "You're a good, strong young man, Brent. I know you'll do well." "Thanks." "You think you'll really enjoy sucking dick tonight?" "Yeah--been thinking about it. I think I'll like it. Not sure I'll love it like, 'wow, this is the greatest thing,' but that's mostly what's on my mind." "Wonderful!" "Miles said you got boys picked out for me. I can't wait to see who they are. He said he'd have a bunch of other boys there that I could pick if I didn't want one of the ones you picked." "That's fine, Brent. Have you thought about getting fucked?" "Sure. I thought more about fucking guys. Getting fucked--I don't know--I think I'd try it. Not tonight, though!" "That's fantastic, Brent." "Um, but why'd you say 'more or less free' when I asked about the threesome?" "Suppose the hunk wants to fuck you?" "Ha, no WAY! He's fuckin huge!" "If I make it totally free, that big thing is going in you!" "Okay--don't make it free, please." "I want to set up a special ceremony when you get your first penetration, if Miles allows it." "Special ceremony? For a fuck?" "Your first one, yes. Brent--you're a seventeen-year-old virgin!" "Oh . . . yeah. Shit--I almost forgot--there'll be other guys tonight--watching me having sex." "Do you feel shy about it?" "I don't know. It just--I guess in my mind I have sex one-on-one with no one else around. I'm not shy about it, I don't think." "Good! Don't be shy about rejecting any of the boys, tonight, either. You pick out whoever you want." "Shit--whoever I blow, I just want him to be cute!" "Oh! Now you're starting to enjoy guys' looks." "Yeah--see that screen? He had me watch it. I think I've seen a thousand boys, some naked, some having sex. All different ages-- mostly students and past students. I'm getting into looking at their faces, now. Most of them are cute. Some of them are really hot." "Their faces? That's all you look at?" "Well . . . not really." The poor boy blushed crimson. Our time was up. "The time will come when you won't be embarrassed about it, Brent. You'll be proud." "I want to feel that." "I think you'll feel that, very soon," I said as we stood and hugged again, "Just remember, Phillip and Michael love you, too." "Okay, I will," he said nervously, as I shook his sweaty hand. "Just don't judge a boy by his face--or his dick! The most fun I ever had--in bed and out--was with an average-looking guy who had five inches." "But the *big* ones look hot." "Remember what I said, Brent." I left the room. I felt good about my visit with Brent. I hope I'd helped calm him. As usual, I began to think of other things I could have said that might have helped him more. I got into a funk thinking about Hans, the guy with five inches that was so much fun. He was smart, too. If he hadn't died in an automobile accident, we may have had a relationship. On the way out, Miles told me the ritual would begin later than he'd thought. "It should start in sixty to ninety minutes, Phil. You look nervous, lad," Miles said with a kindly smile. Go relax with something or someone and enjoy yourself for a change." "Thank you, sir. I'm sure I'll think of something." I said good-bye to Miles, and met the hunk out in the hallway. The process of getting back to training room three was the same as before, but in reverse order. I hardly said a word to Mark. I was anxious--I had a million mixed-up thoughts. I had taken a liking to the boy who took me on the final leg of the walk back. When he come into view as Mark walked with me, I recognized him as one of the 14-year-olds--one of the dorm boys I'd seen while watching the action with Jared Taylor and Ryan Ropersfield. This boy was a hot kid. I wanted some fun with him. I wanted control. I wanted cum in my mouth. I felt like an ogre who would take advantage of a boy's youth. But my job, the policies and free-wheeling atmosphere of the academy, soon assuaged my qualms. I made my move as soon as Mark the hunk was out of earshot. "Come with me, boy," I said. "Please, sir," the boy said, the shadow of fear crossing his face, "don't flog me!" "Flog you?" I said, stunned beyond belief. "Why would I do that?" "You don't have to have a reason sir," the boy said, his voice quivering. "What's your name?" "Brian Gyouvanos, sir. "How old are you?" "F-fourteen, sir." "Are you horny, boy?" "Very horny, sir. It's been three days." "Oh, yes--that is a long time for a boy like you," I said, wondering if this lad had experienced any cock teasing. If so, three days' abstinence wouldn't be something to complain about. I spotted a training room and pulled him into it. Tears came to the boy's eyes. "Sir--please don't fuck me, I'm a virgin," he pleaded. "Get your shorts off!" "Y-yes, sir." The boy fumbled with his waistband, unable to grasp it. "Never mind," I said, getting into a wrestling stance, which further unnerved the cute lad, "pin me!" "Pin you?" Brian said, shivering in fear now, "I mean, yes, sir." "I'll put up a little fight, but I'll let you pin me," I said, to the boy's guarded relief. Apparently he didn't know how to wrestle. He grunted sensually, however. "Not like that! Grab my wrists." Then I was on my back, and he was on top of me, staring at me, my wrists to the floor, his hands holding them. He kept his body raised, somewhat like a push-up position. "Let your body relax, and fall on top of me." The boy let go, and I felt the heat of his agitated body and the bulge of his soft penis as he pressed into me. There was chemistry happening. Our eyes studied each other. The boy may have been young, but he'd obviously had some experience with older boys. His dick twitched. "Now I'll pin you." I accomplished that easily, and began to hump his body, with me on top, arousing him to erection. I stood Brian up, and put him in wrist restraints, which I pulled up with the winch. I left a bit of slack in the chains, so not to frighten him further. "Oh, please sir . . . . " he said as I pulled down his shorts. I took his data card and went to the terminal in the anteroom. I talked to Brian's supervisor, and after explaining my intent, I got permission to do what I wanted with the boy. He explained that he would send someone to pick up Brian in about ten minutes. I went to the utility room--the entrance was behind his back, so he didn't see what I had in my hand when I returned. "Ahh!" the boy gasped when he saw the flogger in my hand. "You're too timid, boy. I think you need some toughening up." "Oh, God!--I mean, y-yes, sir! Oh, please." I went behind him. I had no intention of flogging him. The boy jumped when I let the straps fall gently to his back, shivered as I slid them up to his shoulders. Then I did the same to his chest, pulling the flogger upward, over his nipples. His erection bounced nicely. I teased him as best I could in a short time, his cock throbbing as I lapped softly at his balls. I didn't ask him if he wanted to come, I just shoved my mouth over his hot-looking bone. I enjoyed overpowering him this way; enjoyed the taste and feel of his rock-hard penis; every one of Brian's moans, and raspy, sexy breaths over the 45 seconds that it took to suck him off. His knees gave out--the restraints kept him upright--as his sweat dripped to my hands and he blew the first of his cum into my mouth. He gave me three more blasts of sweet semen, and I thrilled to the boy's squeals, writhing body, and pulsating penis, as the throbs of orgasm continued long after his ejaculation ended. "Someone will be here to let you down," I said, sucking and kissing his nipples. Brian was still gasping for breath as I left the room. Mark met me at the door as I entered training room three. "The ritual's delayed another hour," he said. "I know. Miles told me." (Scroll down for updated list of my stories--now with dates) Thank you, Steve stevestoryman@yahoo.com (text only) Comments welcome. I'll reply to all substantial. Thank you for the emails you've sent. STEVE STORYMAN'S STORIES AT: www.nifty.org (Approximate Age Ranges represent current and future characters) Dates given are for the most recent chapter posted. (MM/DD) Dates are plus or minus a day or so, depending on your server. ALL dates are in 2005 1. hot-little-brother-series 11 CHAPTERS SO FAR 2/21 Nifty Incest/Athletics A slim 18 y/o athlete wants his 16 y/o brother; caring; some football & locker room fun; no long game-scenes. Kevin & Josh. (Ages 15-22) 2. i-wanted-my-big-brother 6 CHAPTERS SO FAR 2/25 Nifty Incest A hot 15 y/o admires and pursues his brother--a sexy, 17 y/o high-school quarterback; caring; no sports scenes. Chad and Adam. (Ages 15-19) 3. hot-teen-brian 4 CHAPTERS SO FAR 1/12 Nifty Adult-Youth A cute, smooth 17 y/o and some of his older friends discover a liking for younger guys; hot fun; all consensual; Goes deep into Brian's thoughts. Brian, Peter, Matt & friends. (Ages 10-32; Most action: 13 to 19) 4. boys-joys-and-sorrows-at-sex-ed-school 7 CHAPTERS SO FAR Nifty Adult-Youth 3/7 Teens trained for mutual sex; some spank, paddling, etc; no cruelty; some orgasm-delay teasing; flogging; individual and classroom/group punishment scenes; all consensual; group and couple's sexual scenes. (Ages 13-35; Most action: ages 13-20) 5. hot-freshman-kid 5 CHAPTERS SO FAR 3/4 Nifty High-School A good-looking high school senior, 17, becomes fascinated with a cute freshman, 14; story of discovery; tender; caring; depicts several aspects of high-school life as it relates to their friendship. Mark and Kyle. --> (Despite the teasing and denial in chapter 4, this <-- story will not include s&m, domination, or cruelty.) 6. hot-night-with-a-nice-kid 1 CHAPTER (More to come?) 2/26 Nifty/College A good-looking 24-year-old college student finds a hot guy at a local area college hangout-- a teen club for 18 and 19 year-olds. Alan and Peter. stevestoryman@yahoo.com (text only)