Brave New World

With apologies to those who have used the title words before, this story is, needless to say, one of pure fantasy. In no way does it imply the author believes that boys should be treated in the manner they are in this fantasy, but the author does acknowledge that there are those who find such fantasies erotic, indeed perhaps more than just a few. For those who do, and for those who wonder if they do, this story may be regarded as a cathartic exercise, by all means fantasise but do not feel tempted to turn fantasy into reality!

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Brave New World

A fantasy by Ivor Sukwell

Chapter One

Status Four 697 woke, as he did each and every morning to the State Morning Alarm, an alarm that was installed in the bedroom of every boy, a persistent sound that was guaranteed to attract the attention of every boy, no matter how deeply he was asleep. The rhythmical slaps of flesh on flesh, the gasps, pants, moans and cries were unmistakably the sounds of a boy being fucked and that is a noise no boy can ignore even if he is asleep.

SF697 did not ignore it, the slap of groin on arse, the gasps and groans that accompanied the squishes of cock being driven into well-lubed hole growing steadily louder, ensuring that, as always, SF697 woke with his fourteen year old cock rampantly erect and with his hormones out to play.

Just as he did every morning, SF697 reached a hand downwards to cup and fondle his balls in their hairless sac as he waited for the silver screen that covered a whole wall of his bedroom to come to life.

He knew what the screen would show him, and it wasn't the fuck he was listening to, but a live feed from the dormitory of his town's establishment for the sons of Dolers.

Dolers were the bottom rank of society, families who had no work and lived on the hand-outs from the State known as `The Dole'. The children of those families were taken into the State's care, boys from ten until their seventeenth birthdays, girls from thirteen until eighteen; boys in one establishment, girls in another. Dolers were unemployed and lived on handouts from the State, but their adolescent offspring brought in the income that was used to feed and house them.

Like every other boy, the feed SF697 received was from the boys' establishment – girls would be woken by an alarm sound of cunnilingus and a feed from the girls' establishment dormitory; the State actively discouraged juvenile heterosexuality and being caught indulging in that would result in the offenders and their parents, no matter how high their Status, being instantly reduced to Dolers.

It was always the same dormitory feed that SF697 received – being a small town there was just the one establishment for boys – but as it was a live feed there were always some differences.

The dormitory was a long room with a sleeping bench running the length of both sides; no separate beds, just long mattress covered wide benches for the boys to sleep on, around fifty boys on each bench.

There were no bed covers, warm air was circulated constantly so there was no discomfort for the boys, and all slept naked so there was an abundance of boy flesh of all ages between ten and almost seventeen for SF697, and every other waking boy in the town to look at when he reached for his morning solid cock.

The boys clambered off their sleeping benches, some soft, some semi and some fully hard, making their way to their morning shower, none making any attempt to conceal their boyness as they donned the head coverings they needed. Hair was not washed in the morning shower, that was a separate exercise as the shower water contained a very effective depilatory ingredient that ensured that even the oldest boy remained just as smooth and hairless as the youngest.

SF697 looked at the live feed as he did every morning while his alarm moved to the sounds of impending orgasm, searching for a boy to hold in his mind as he had his morning wank, admiring the wide variety of boy genitals the State so thoughtfully provided each morning for him.

SF697 liked best the cocks of the older boys and often he would focus on one of those, a boy of fifteen or sixteen with several tempting inches of boy cock dangling between his hairless legs or hard and jutting out in front of him as he made his way to the shower, and sometimes he would pay more attention to a younger one, even a pre-teen one, he thought would be good to fuck.

This morning his attention was caught by a young teen boy, from the size of his cock SF697 guessed to be only just a teen, but it wasn't cock that attracted his attention, rather it was the still unfaded stripes of a caning on his arse that led his hand from smooth balls to rampant cock and filled his mind with thoughts of how pleasurable it would be to make those marks on a smooth young bum.

It was not the first time SF697 had had those thoughts, but today was the first time he would be able to do something about them. Yesterday SF697 had assisted his father in his work; his father was a manual labourer, a Status Four citizen, given the task of digging holes for trees to be planted and SF697 had been taken along to help, shovelling earth back in around freshly planted trees and earned a token for his labour. SF697 knew exactly how he was going to spend his token, so this morning he did not wank, he wanted to ensure his cock stayed fully hard for later.


The receptionist at the establishment eyed SF697 appraisingly; it was not uncommon for boys to come and spend a token, but Status Four boys were quite rare – Status Four did not earn an abundance of tokens so it was quite unusual for an SF boy to have one to spend.

That SF607 was a Status Four boy was obvious from the red colour of his tunic dress, clothing that was more dress than tunic in the case of SF697, clinging pleasantly to the contours of his teenage body, mid-thigh in length, making the most of his long, slender legs.

`Nice,' the receptionist, a middle-aged Status Three, thought, noting that the boy had taken care with his make-up; cheeks nicely blushed, lips not too red, eye shadow subtle and complimenting his blue eyes. Status Four boys were, as a rule, not careful with their appearance but this one had certainly made the most of his young teen attributes.

"Good morning," the receptionist smiled at SF697, taking the boy's offered ID card and entering the details on the desk computer. "Your first visit," he smiled, "What can we provide you with?"

SF697, feeling somewhat nervous as it was indeed his first visit, put his token on the counter, its value buying him an hour with one of the boys.

"I want one I can hurt," he said, trying not to blush, "One I can use a cane on, make him cry before I...."

"Fuck him," the receptionist finished, smiling pleasantly, apparently finding nothing unusual with SF607's wants. "Do you have a particular age in mind?"

"Younger than me. But not too young," SF697 said, trying to will his cock to stay soft.

"Twelve or thirteen, perhaps?" the receptionist suggested, "Any younger than that and he'll be screaming far too soon unless you have some experience in punishing boys for pleasure."

"I don't," SF697 muttered, embarrassed by his inexperience.

"Then I'd suggest a mid-thirteen," the receptionist smiled, flicked his eyes to the computer screen where SF697's details were displayed, "About a year younger than yourself. And, of course, one that age will have something at the front for you to play with as well." He leaned forward, helpfully giving advice, "An hour is quite a long time, and you wouldn't want to spend most of it in just inflicting pain. You'll find it much more fun if you mix things up a little; make his arse burn and then confuse his mind by playing with his cock and balls, and when he's getting nicely into that, whack him again."

"Oh," SF697 nodded, "I never thought of that."

"Use the whole boy," the receptionist advised, "You're paying for all of him, after all. Don't forget he has a mouth as well. I think you'll find just that little extra something if you stick your cock in a crying boy's mouth."

"Oh, thank you," SF697 gave up all attempts to stay soft as he contemplated the idea the receptionist had planted in his mind. He still had no knowledge of what it was like to have his cock in anyone's mouth, but getting sucked by a younger, crying boy, a boy he had made to cry, was a particularly erotic thought.

"As it is your first time here," the receptionist smiled encouragingly, "Would you permit me to make another suggestion or two? We like to do our best to ensure that customers have a full and enjoyable experience, we do want them to come back again," he smiled a smile that suggested, as it was meant to, that SF697 would become a regular whenever he had a token to spend.

SF697 had every intention of enjoying himself as much as was possible and agreed that he'd find suggestions helpful.

"As you haven't punished a boy here before, I'd suggest that you have him prepared on the punishment bench for you. Later, when you've punished a few, you'll probably find, as many of our customers do, that fastening a boy to the bench is part of the pleasure, but at first, working out which straps to use to fasten him, how tight to fasten them, the angles you want his arse and head to be can take a little time, and I'm sure you'd rather use that time in getting some nice noises from him."

"Oh, yes, please," SF697 agreed, "If that's possible."

"Of course," the helpful receptionist smiled yet again, "We want our customers to be happy, I'll have him nicely strapped in place for you. There is a little lever you can use yourself to adjust the head; I'd suggest head down for punishment and eventual fucking, but you can lift it so you can use his mouth."

SF697 nodded, his cock throbbing.

"One thing though where I do have to disappoint you," the receptionist looked suitably regretful, "We cannot permit you to use a cane. Canes are reserved for experienced punishers as they can inflict unpleasant damage in unskilled hands, so I'm going to suggest that you use this instead." He reached below the counter and produced a leather strap, some eighteen inches long, two and a half inches wide and a quarter of an inch thick with an easily gripped handle. He swished it a couple of times to demonstrate flexibility and slapped in on the surface of his desk, producing a loud `crack' when it made contact.

SF697's cock throbbed again as he imagined that same sound being made on a boy's arse.

"Punishment rooms are, of course, soundproofed," the receptionist explained, "So no worries about loud screams disturbing anyone. Room thirty six," he said, handing SF697 the strap, "Your time begins when you enter the room and there is a big clock on the wall to show you how much of your time you've used and how much you have left. Don't get so carried away enjoying yourself that you forget to leave enough time for a good, satisfying fuck," he grinned.

"I won't," an excited SF697 grinned back, and headed for Room 36, idly swinging the strap.

The receptionist eyed the departing boy, admired his long smooth legs, admired the way his tight red dress clung to the mounds of his arse and keyed in a code on the computer, a code that sent a tone to the phones of a number of Status One men, a code that advised them of a live feed they may find interesting. Unknown to SF697 his hour's fun would be watched by a number of the highest in the State.

Status One 7, a man in his early fifties, clicked on his wall screen when his phone warned him of an incoming live feed from the establishment. SO7 was a very important man, one of the most important in the State, a man with many cares and responsibilities. Despite his age he was still fit and athletic, his body that of a man who swam two miles every day in his massive pool.

A live feed warning was unexpected; as a Status One citizen SO7 could view the goings on in the establishment any time he wanted and regularly tuned in when his day's work was done to watch how citizens spent their tokens. It was a pleasant form of relaxation, best enjoyed in the company of a boy, one sent to him from the establishment, a perk that senior Status One men enjoyed.

SO7 had no boy this morning; he rarely kept one overnight, preferring to sleep undisturbed, which, of course, is not likely to happen if a bed contains a boy. A live feed warning had to mean that something of more than usual interest would be happening, so SO7 looked to see if it would be something to enjoy with his morning orange juice.

His attention was caught by the feed coming from a punishment room – watching boys being punished was always something to enjoy – so SO7 settled into a plush leather chair with his juice, intending to watch while he consumed it.

He nodded appreciatively as the to be punished boy was led into the room by two establishment attendants, both former establishment inmates, youths raised to provisional Status Four because of their physical attributes, all of which were on full display as the youths were still not confirmed as being Status Four and so not entitled to any clothing.

SO7 paid those attendants no attention, they were too old to be worth looking at as far as SO7 was concerned however well-equipped they were, but the boy they brought with them was a different matter. Judging by what he had, SO7 concluded he was not far into being thirteen, and SO7 had a good forty years experience in determining a boy's age from his genital development, and thirteen to fourteen was the age SO7 most enjoyed. The boy was interesting, but more interesting still was the fact that the attendants were fastening him to a punishment bench – usually clients wished to fasten a boy themselves, be it to bench or frame, so the fact that he was being strapped in before the client arrived was an indication that the client was a novice in the arts of punishment and that intrigued SO7.

The bench was a work of art, designed specifically for boys to have pain inflicted on them and the thirteen, SO7 was certain now that he was thirteen, looked suitably apprehensive as he was made to kneel on a padded platform, ankles fastened just over shoulder width apart.

In front of him was a padded bar and an attendant youth eased the boy forward so his chest lay on that and some adjustments were made to the kneeling bench and the chest bar so the boy was comfortable before another strap was fastened over his back to hold him firmly in place. Yet another bar was positioned for the boy's wrists to be strapped to, arms stretched wide, and from that an adjustable chin rest was arranged to fit him.

Once in place the boy was ideally arranged for his beating, arse exposed, cheeks just slightly parted, his frontal bits dangling free with no obstruction to inhibit easy access to them, and his body held firmly in place so when he twisted and writhed as pain bit into him he would come to no unnecessary harm.

SO7 savoured his orange juice, allowing himself to think of the pleasure that would be involved in turning that pert young arse bright red or leaving a few dozen delightful cane stripes on it. Punishing boys was an exquisite pleasure for SO7, and one he rarely allowed himself to indulge in so that the pleasure did not become dimmed by over use. Leading a boy from grunts and whimpers, through yells and curses, shrieks and screams to an eventual pain-induced orgasm was an art form but, SO7 thought, it was doubtful if the client, especially a client new to punishing, would do more than swipe too hard and too often, going for the shrieks and screams from the very start as though that was what punishment was all about.

The strapped down boy was attractive though – boys of that age were always attractive as far as SO7 was concerned – and although his beating was bound to be crude and basic, SO7 was interested enough to settle comfortably to watch the first few strokes.

The live stream from Punishment Room 36 switched suddenly from the strapped down boy to the door, the camera operator an alert, skilled Status Two technician, realising immediately that this was a punishment of far more than usual interest. The client who had paid his token for an hour of satisfying his understandable desire to inflict pain on a boy was not an adult male.

SO7's interest switched from casual to intense as his screen displayed the life-sized image of a young teen, his form-fitting red dress showing him to be a Status Four. Boys from Status One and Two were frequent visitors to the establishment; their families were wealthy and were often in the habit of giving teenage sons a token or two each week so they could go for a fuck, but Status Four boys were very rare.

Realising that he had something special to show, the camera technician did a slow close up of the boy and SO7 drew in an appreciative breath as the boy's face filled his screen. He noted the care with which the Status Four boy had applied his make-up; that in itself was unusual for such a low-status boy as most of those didn't even use make-up and those that did normally applied it in a crude and overdone manner, but this one had made himself look as much like a girl as he could while still remaining very obviously a boy.

As the camera zoomed slowly out again SO7 noted that whilst the boy was clearly wearing a dress and not a tunic, again he had made no attempt to imitate a girl, no pretence at having breasts and the tightly fitting cloth clearly gave evidence of boy beneath it.

SO7's tongue came out and slowly licked his lips; Status Four the boy may be, but clearly his instincts were far more sophisticated than his status.

SF697 looked at the strapped down boy on the punishment bench and his already hard cock stiffened even more and jerked beneath his tight fitting dress. He was still too young for his cock to leak but his mouth filled with saliva as he stared at the perfect arse mounds that were his to beat, cream flesh that he would soon turn bright, burning red.

Instinctively SF697 swished the leather punishment strap he held in his right hand, his imagination creating for him the crack of leather on flesh, the squeals and whimpers, yells and shrieks he would make the strapped down boy produce, the tears he would make flow and the ultimate pleasure of forcing his solid cock between pain-filled arse cheeks and deep inside the helpless boy.

The time clock was now ticking and SF697 felt he could waste no more of the single hour he had; he had no expectations of being able to get another token to spend any time soon so he knew he must make the most of the time he now had, but to the surprise of the watching SO7, he did not start straight in and begin to beat the boy.

SF697 had no knowledge of the fact that his enjoyment was being live streamed for others to watch and enjoy, all he did was to live out his fantasies, a wank dream come to life.

Carefully he raised the boy's chin rest so instead of looking at the floor, the boy's head was raised, and when it was, SF697 slowly removed his dress, presenting his nakedness and very hard cock to the boy's eyes, and to the eyes of SO7 as well as the camera technician did another slow close up, this time on SF697's cock.

It was, SO7 thought, a very nice cock, already well on the way to full adult length but still with young teen slimness and with the wonderful firmness of young teen cock, jutting out and upwards at an almost perfect 45 degrees, the foreskin long enough to keep the head covered yet still permit a tiny glimpse of the dark pink eye beneath. Cock as SO7 liked cock best, his long experience of boy possessions telling him it was not yet the cock of a fifteen.

Unaware that his boy delight was being appreciated by a very important man SF697 wiped it slowly over the strapped down boy's uptilted face, brushing it over his eyes and nose, soft cheeks and dimpled chin, not yet inviting the boy to suck it, simply relishing that he had a boy to dominate and enjoy, a boy to use without restraint as he'd so often fantasised about.

Once he'd satisfied himself that the boy knew what he would later be taking in his mouth and in his hole, SF697 walked slowly to the rear and contemplated his first swipe at the so inviting arse.

SF697's instinct was to hit hard, to make the boy gasp with sudden pain, make his eyes water and his body jerk and twist as pain bit deep; he could vary the force later let the boy start to believe he could take the punishment but still have in his mind the pain of the first blow.

He raised the leather strap and had a few practice swishes at just air, learning how to use his wrist to add that bit extra strength to the swipe, and satisfied that he had his timing right, he took aim and swung hard at the boy's left buttock.

A swish as the strap cut through air and then a crack as it landed on bare flesh.

A loud gasp from the boy as his body writhed and wriggled trying impossibly to escape the searing pain. Arse muscles clenched and relaxed only to clench again in the forlorn instinctive hope that by being clenched the pain of the next stroke would be somehow lessened.

"Oh, nice," SF697 breathed as he watched the boy's body react to the pain and the watching SO7 smiled and mentally agreed.

"Gentle now," SO7 advised the image on his screen, "Not too much too soon. A couple of soft ones to the other cheek first and then a few not quite so gentle on the one you started with."

SF697 could not, of course, hear that advice but his actions closely followed it. He landed three on the boy's right buttock, three quite delicate ones, closely observing their effect.

Each produced a gasp from the boy, though not as sudden or as loud as the first but still sufficient for SF697 to know that stings of pain were involved.

The left buttock was now showing definite signs of redness from that first hard blow while the right one was no more than merely pink. Red arse appealed to SF697 so he hit it again, once more hard and the gasp this time was more of a stifled cry.

"Nice variation," SO7 approved, "A few more now and then check how his cock is taking it."

SF697 was beginning to really enjoy himself, liking the erotic way the boy's strapped down body writhed and twisted when the leather landed, how the arse clenched tight with each blow, how, when he landed another hard one on the already filled with pain bright red left arse cheek the boy's body arched as much as the straps that held it in place permitted it to arch and the noises now were no longer gasps but increasing loud cries of pain.

On impulse SF697 reached a hand beneath the boy for cock. Cock naturally figured in SF697's wank fantasises but as yet he had only ever felt his own, and now, as he had one he could feel as much as he wished he did just that.

His eyebrows arched in surprise when he found he had hard cock to feel; SF607 hadn't imagined that punishment would make a boy go hard, rather he had thought it would have the opposite effect.

Hard cock is not something a boy of mid-fourteen can resist and S697 spent several precious minutes enjoying what he had to feel, confusing the strapped down boy's mind by giving him pleasant sensations at the front while his rear was in near agony.

"You are a natural!" SO7 thought out loud and reached for his phone.

"Nice cock," SF697 told the boy he was punishing, "Very nice indeed," and he gave the boy a few wank strokes to show his appreciation before returning to the main purpose of his visit.

Swish preceded crack followed by "Ahhhhhssss" and "Ooowwwwwwhhhs" as the boy gave voice his agony, yells that soon turned to shrieks and screams as SF697 relentlessly wielded the leather strap, the pure notes of screams becoming gurgled as sobs joined in the chorus.

Tears were flowing freely now and SF697 remembered the receptionist's advice about using a crying boy's mouth. A glance at the time clock showed him he still had half-an-hour left, time enough to find if the receptionist was correct and still have enough to hit the boy some more before he had his finishing fuck.

The boy was too busy crying to notice that he had a cock to suck, not responding when his chin rest was raised. Impatiently SF697 used his cock to slap the boy round the face, an action that did gain the boy's attention and he opened his tear streaming eyes, saw cock and dutifully opened his mouth.

SF697 had nothing by which to judge if a blubbering boy sucks better than one who sucks because he likes sucking as his cock had never been in a mouth before, but the strapped down, agony filled blubbering boy had been in the establishment since he was ten and knew perfectly well what to do with a cock when he had one in his mouth.

SF697 couldn't believe how wonderful the warm wetness, the soft lips and swirling tongue felt on his never-before-sucked cock as the strapped down, beaten establishment boy worked him with his very experienced mouth. His balls rolled around in their smooth sac of their own accord as tongue tip poked inside his foreskin, teasing piss slit and making him draw deep breaths and gasp with sheer delight.

Getting sucked was the most incredible thing that had ever happened to him and early teenage lust overwhelmed him, making him want to keep his cock in the sucking mouth until he reached his climax, spurted his hot young spunk there in what just had to be the best spunking of his teenage life.

The time clock pinged its first warning and despite his sexual high SF697 still had enough mind left to realise he could not last for twenty minutes in that sucking mouth, and with that came the thought that there was more yet he could do. Wonderful as the idea of spunking in a mouth was, there was somewhere else he could squirt his load. Twenty minutes gave SF697 enough time to beat the boy a little more and still have time enough to ram his rampant cock between bright red burning arse cheeks and have his first fuck, shoot his load right inside a boy.

Reluctantly SF697 eased his cock from the boy's mouth, surprised at how erotic air felt on his saliva wet prick, and positioned himself once again in front of red, inviting arse.

He readied himself to swing the leather strap again, inflict more pain, but the sight of that red, burning arse gave him pause. Certainly more strokes there would make the boy scream and howl, but would they be too much? Would the boy still be able to take cock inside him if his arse was too painful, or would it clamp tight shut at the mere touch of cock?

SF697 knew instinctively that he couldn't last for twenty minutes inside the boy and he couldn't go back to being sucked for the same reason and he did so want to hurt the boy some more; the crack of leather on flesh, the writhes and twists of the boy's body, the gasps and shrieks were such a massive turn-on that SF697 just had to see and hear them again. It might, he knew, be years before he had another token to spend and he so wanted to squeeze every drip of pleasure from the one he'd used.

The boy's arse was not just red, in places purple was appearing as well, but below his arse the backs of his thighs were still unblemished cream. SF697's imagination gave a wince of pain at the thought of how much agony a blow from his leather punishment strap would give if those creamy thigh backs were hit hard.

The result surprised even more. The leather strap was flexible and though the main part landed where it was aimed, just below burning red arse cheek on soft cream thigh back, the tip curled onwards, flicking dangling balls milliseconds before it made contact with super-sensitive inner thigh.

The boy's body went rigid for a second before writhing and thrashing as much as it could in the restraining straps and the loudest, highest pitched howl yet tore from the boy's throat.

SF697 was enthralled by what he saw and heard, so much so that he almost orgasmed there and then; indeed so close did he come to that he did not dare to hit the boy again in case his spunk was wasted.

Still too long to last if he fucked now or used the boy's mouth again, so SF697 went for cock instead. Why not, he thought, wank the boy to spunking before he fucked him? Cock was easily available and he'd liked how it felt in his hand earlier and he'd never wanked a boy before, so wank one now he did.

SF697 was amazed again at how hard the boy was, almost as though being so severely punished was sexually exciting for him, and SF697 enjoyed the feel of hard boy cock in his hand, in fact so much did he like the feel of cock he found himself wishing he could taste it.

SF697 stood back and contemplated the bench that the boy was fastened to, and noticed that if he got down onto the floor he could wriggle underneath and get at cock with his mouth, and this he did.

Cock in hand was something special, but cock in mouth, SF697 realised with mind-bending clarity, was something that was pure magic.

Greedily he sucked and slurped on thirteen year old cock, knowing immediately that he just had to suck cock again and again and when his mouth filled not just with cock but also with the spunk from that cock, SF697 swallowed with relish.

Scarcely had SF697 savoured his first taste of spunk when the clock warned him that he had just ten minutes left, so he wriggled out from under the punishment bench and went for arse.

Fortunately the boy had been prepared for fucking before he was fastened to the bench – that was standard establishment practise unless a client specifically requested otherwise as he wanted to eat the boy before he fucked him, and obviously lube would spoil the flavour of boy – so SF697 had a well-lubed hole to enter.

Also the boy was freshly spunked and in no condition to resist entry and his hole was experienced in taking cock inside it, so SF697 slid in unopposed right up to the hilt in one smooth thrust.

Cock in the warm wetness of mouth was pure magic, but cock in the searing tight heat of arse was beyond even that and SF697 nearly climaxed at the first feel of a boy's insides on his cock.

A few seconds to adjust to the wonder and somehow force his spunk to stay unshot for the moment and SF697 began to fuck.

He was not subtle with his fucking, he just fucked.

He fucked hard and deep and fast and, of course, his cock exploded far too soon, though perhaps not too soon as the five minute warning rang as his spunk squirted.

SO7 had watched the entire performance, and when it ended he reached for his phone again.

"Put him in a taxi and have him brought straight here," SO7 ordered the receptionist at the establishment.

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