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!
Naturally, given the nature and
content of this fantasy, it is not intended for those of an insufficient age to
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Brave New
World
A fantasy by Ivor
Sukwell
Chapter Ten
Every
muscle in STr697's body had been stretched not quite to breaking point –
fortunately for STr697, SO7 was far too experienced in the arts of hurting boys
for him to have caused any lasting damage. The Law was quite explicit; boys, no
matter what their Status, could be enjoyed but never damaged. Even
establishment boys were not supposed to suffer permanent or long term injury,
though SO7 had dislocated the odd shoulder or two and torn a number of muscles
when he racked one of those a shade too enthusiastically.
Even
so, it was several days before STr697 could move with any degree of comfort;
his legs wouldn't work properly and moving his arms sent jolts of pain all
through him, it was so bad that, for the first few days, STr697 couldn't even
wank properly!
The
morning alarm ensured that, as always, he woke with an erection and he was
forced to get what satisfaction he could by just twiddling his ample foreskin
with finger tips and thumb while his wall screen made sure that his thoughts
were all about boys, as every boy's thoughts were supposed to be.
STr697
had always watched the screen avidly, admiring the naked boy bodies and the
wonderful array and variety of cocks, deciding before he got down to seriously
wanking which boy it was he fancied doing it with, but now, unable to wank
properly and obliged to just twiddle foreskin, it took STr697 much longer to
reach orgasm, which gave him longer to think about boys.
STr697
thought about boys a lot while he was recovering from being tortured by SO7.
Even though he was close to being unnatural by being still a virgin at
fourteen, that was because of his allergy to body hair, and being a Status Four
boy until very recently, the only cocks that had been available to him had been
hairy ones – younger, still hairless Status Four boys were all in constant use
by adults, often by higher Status adults who knew Status Four boys were easy
and very willing prey, and STr697, or SF697 as he had then been, had been
brought up with the firm conviction that he shouldn't just let his cherry be
popped by anyone who had a fancy to pop it but wait till he found someone he
really wanted to get fucked by – STr697 was in no sense the tiniest bit
perverted, so he had always thought about boys and their cocks, but now, as it
took him so much longer to spunk because he could only twiddle his foreskin, he
began to think about boys and cocks in a much more serious way.
STr697's
mother had been somewhat upset about the way her boy had been tortured, but, as
his father pointed out, no lasting damage had been done so there was nothing to
complain about, and anyway, he'd been tortured by a member of the Founding
Families, and even hinting at a complaint could well see them demoted to Status
Four again, so the boy should just put it down to experience.
STr697
didn't disagree, but he did find it too uncomfortable to wear his tight,
form-fitting dress, the hem rubbing painfully against his heavily bruised
thighs, and was grateful to his father when he told his mother to get some
material and make him a tunic to wear instead of his dress.
STr697's
mother wasn't all that pleased as a tunic would make STr697 look less girly and
she really wanted him to be as girly as possible – had she been a single parent
she would long ago have sent her boy for a sex change, got rid of his cock and
made him into a proper girl and have him eat her fanny every night, but as it
was he was still a boy, still had a cock, so she made the most of things and
made him a tunic that made it very clear he was a boy with a cock.
Far
too short to be in any sense modest – it only just reached below the tip of his
foreskin – it was slit one side up to the waist and the other to just below
neck line, and made very loose, so even when tightly belted at the waist, which
it had to be, plenty of boy skin was in view, more than enough to whet the
appetite of any man or boy.
Actually,
STr697 preferred the tunic to his dress; he thought it was so much more sexy to wear, and the ease with which a hand could slip
inside and get at his cock was a definite plus.
"Fuck!
That is way better than a dress!" SO974 enthused when STr697 was at last able
to go to the rhododendrons for a meeting of the exclusive Queers Club again, "Really
suits your mouth."
"My
mouth?" puzzled STr697 asked.
"Best
mouth my cock's been in," SO697 grinned and licked his lips, which made STr697
blush with embarrassment. Of course it was nice to be told he was good at
sucking, but still a shade embarrassing for it to be announced so openly.
"It
liked having your cock in it," STr697, still red-faced, grinned, "But please,
974, don't ask me to do it again."
"Why not?" SO974 raised his eyebrows, "My cock likes your mouth and
your mouth likes my cock."
"It
does," STr697 sighed, "But I'm a Three and you're a One and it's too dangerous
for me to suck you off, and if you ask me to I know I won't be able to refuse
and we'll get caught, and ........."
"He's
right," SO151 interrupted before STr697 could finish, "It is too dangerous. Bad
enough for us, but 697 could be sentenced to the establishment."
"Yeah,
spose," SO974 reluctantly conceded, "My old man would have him sent there like
a shot. Right wing fascist bastard!"
"So
what's with the sexy tunic instead of a dress?" SO152 piped up.
"I
didn't just get punished last time, I got tortured," STr697 explained and
lifted his tunic to show off his bruised thighs, and went on to explain in
detail what had happened to him, including how he had been unable to wank
properly for days after and how that had led to him thinking much more about
boys and their cocks.
"So
what you think you'd prefer now?" SO151 asked, sending glances at the other two
Status One boys. They'd been trying to work out how they may be able to get STr697
to go for boys rather than get belted, and it looked as though he might be
thinking along the same lines.
"Don't
know, really," STr697 tried to think things through, "I do like getting hurt,
being caned makes me spunk huge, but SO7 went a bit too far last time. I felt
like he was treating me like an establishment boy, and I didn't like that."
"So
some pain, but not too much," SO151 sought clarification.
"Yes,"
STr697 nodded, "Sexy pain, sort of thing."
"And
boys?" SO512 wanted to know, "What you want to do with boys?"
Now
STr697 blushed for real. He had some pretty good idea of what he wanted to do
with boys, but he'd never been a particularly sociable boy and wasn't at all
used to talking openly about sex stuff.
"Tell,"
SO974 demanded, "We're all queers here so no way are you going to shock us."
"That's
the problem," STr697 felt incredibly shy, "Some, no
quite a lot of it really, isn't queer at all."
"Tell
us anyway," SO152 insisted, "We want to know all your dirty thoughts." He only
had sex thoughts for his brother, but listening to other boys tell of theirs
was cock-hardening fun. He was still fourteen, after all.
"Well,"
Str697 started slowly, but as he talked he began to warm to his theme, finding
relief in being able to talk about things instead of just thinking them, "I did
like whacking that establishment boy, making him scream and cry, getting sucked
by him when he was crying, sucking him, eating his spunk and then fucking him,
and I'd really like to do that again. And the other one as well, the one SO7
chained up and used to teach me how to use a cane; that was loads of fun, but
it wasn't so much fun when it was done to me. Then, when 974 got me to suck
him, I sorta started to think how nice cock is and that boy cock is so much
better than adult cock, for me, I think, anyway, it was so nice having 974's
cock in my mouth because somehow it felt like his cock really loved being in a
mouth and I could make it feel really good by sucking it, just like it was
making my mouth feel good by having his cock in it. I spose this all sounds a
bit silly," STr697 blushed shyly again.
"Not
silly at all," SO974 stated firmly, "My cock knew it was in a mouth that liked
having cock in it. Nothing at all like an ordinary suck, and believe me, I've
had enough of those to be able to tell the difference. Getting sucked off by
you was a natural union of mouth and cock."
"Thanks,"
Str697 blushed yet again, rambled on some more about his thoughts regarding
boys and their cocks, and about boy bums as well.
"So
I spose I do want to leather the screams out of one of about thirteen again, see
if I can make him spunk by belting him, but more than that I want to suck
loads, everything from just starting to spunk right up to just about legal, so
I get to know about all the different flavours, and I want to fuck as well. When
I think what to wank about in the mornings I look at the older boys' cocks and
the young ones' bums, and I really want to stick it in some of the tens and
elevens. They've got such lovely little arses, haven't they? Be really good to
whack one as well. Younger boys, non-spunking boys for whacking
and fucking, older ones for sucking. I spose that means I'm more
straight than queer, doesn't it?" Str697 concluded his stream of consciousness.
"What
about being fucked?" SO151 asked, the crucial, `just how straight are you? question.
"Oh,
yes! I do want that as well! I'd like that to be by a boy, though, rather than
SO7. For the first time, anyway. It's not just that
his cock is quite big, I think it would be more fun to
get done by a boy than an adult. I suppose it is good getting done by a man as
well, though. I mean, most boys do, don't they, and they wouldn't if it wasn't
any good, would they?"
STr697
couldn't help but notice the looks the other three boys were exchanging and a
cold hand of fear gripped his insides. He'd just blurted out everything, and everything he'd
blurted was horrifyingly straight! He didn't want to be straight! If he was
straight then they wouldn't want him in their exclusive Queers' Club and he
wanted to be in that club because these Status One queer boys were his friends
and he didn't have any other friends.
"I
suppose that means you won't want to be friends with me anymore," STr697 said
sadly, "I'm not really a queer, am I?"
"Anyone
who is still a virgin at fourteen is queer enough for me," SO974 declared
without consulting the others.
"Queer
enough for us as well," SO151 spoke for his brother as well as for himself,
"Being queer's okay if you are queer, but you'll get a lot more fun if you're
mostly straight."
"Loads
of boys out there who'd love having their cocks in your mouth," SO974 grinned.
"And
we're gonna help you find them," SO152 chortled.
*
"Firstly
I must congratulate SO185 on the idyllic picture he has painted for us of our
town being surrounded by four beautiful landscaped gardens, full of flowering
shrubs and bushes where citizens may go for relaxation," SO7 addressed the full
State Council, which was comprised of the direct heirs of the original ten
Founding Fathers and the dozen Status One citizens who held the top offices of
State, "Grassy alcoves filled with perfume and blossom where men may take boys and fuck them in pastoral
serenity."
"Actually,
there would be eight such gardens, not four," the elderly SO81 raised a point
of order, "Female ones would be needed as well."
"And
not intended just for men to take boys for fucking," SO185 raised another point
of order, "It is anticipated that boys will also make use of them for their own
amusements. And girls," he nodded towards SO81.
"I
have no objections to the intended use for these places," SO7 continued, "And
certainly no disagreement with the enhancement of our environment, but I must
warn you all of the dire consequences that will flow from their creation.
As SO185 has rightly told you, an enormous amount of labour will be needed to
create them. A `Five Year Plan', he proposes. A five year
plan that involves giving all able bodied Dolers
temporary Status Four citizenship rights. Think of that, gentlemen, five
years when there will be no new establishment inmates! Oh, yes, the State may
save a little on the expense of housing and feeding Dolers,
but, do I have to remind you, the establishments do not just cover those
expenses, the State makes a profit, not a huge one, I grant, but still a profit,
from renting out by the hour those inmates for the satisfaction of our citizens
sexual needs.
We all have those needs, gentlemen, even SO81, and I'm sure he will forgive me
for mentioning it, who can no longer make practical use of boys himself, hires
two each week for the understandable
pleasure of watching them fuck. I, as you are all aware, like to hear them
scream, SO62 has a penchant for brothers and lives in hope that one day a Doler will produce triplets. We all have our needs,
gentlemen, and the establishment enables us to satisfy those needs.
But it is not us alone who have needs, the entire
population of the State has needs. Men and boys, and, so I am
led to believe though I have no personal knowledge of it, women and girls as
well.
What is going to happen, gentlemen, if the State can no longer make provision
for the satisfaction of those needs? What is going to be the state of public
opinion in five years time when there are only a handful of fifteen and sixteen
year olds left in the establishments, when there are no sweet young arses to
eat, no delicate young mouths to suck our cocks?
Go out and seduce an appropriate boy, I can hear you thinking, use your sons
more, but there won't be any appropriate boys available to seduce will there,
because their fathers will keep them locked up for their own use! But boys grow
older and soon even fathers will have no tender young boy flesh to come home to
after a hard day's work.
Then what? Then malcontent begins to mutter, discontent becomes discord,
resentment becomes riot and revolution and the State is swept away and all
because there are no sweet soft lips to suck men's cocks, no tight and tender
arses for men to fuck."
SO7
stared around at the stunned Council; SO7 held no high position of State, his
rank in society came from his Founding Forefather which gave him his inherited
rights, but SO7 was a quiet man, not given to opinions and making speeches and
his passionate oration left the members of the Council in open jawed
astonishment.
"Is
this what you want? To return to those distant days before our enlightened
Founding Fathers created a State where men and boys can enjoy being men and
boys? To go back to those terrible, oppressed times when a father could not
chastise a son's misdemeanour with a deserved spanking? To when a teacher could
not give a schoolboy's bottom a congratulatory squeeze or help him solve a
difficult problem while his cock was encouragingly fondled?"
SO7,
his tirade concluded, sat to the sound of silence.
*
STr697
was doing his best to seem nonchalant though he was anything but.
"But
it'll look like I'm just waiting for someone to come along and ask if I'm here
because I want to give cock," he had whined when the three Status One boys told
him what they expected him to do.
"That,"
SO974 patiently explained, "Is because you are here to give cock."
"But
not to anyone," STr697 whimpered, "Men will think I just want someone to do me,
and I don't want a man, I want a boy."
"You
just tell any man that propositions you're already taken and thank them for
their offer," SO151 instructed, "You're allowed to say `No'."
"But
what if it's a Status One? I can't say no to a Status One!"
"Won't
be," SO974 said definitively, "One's don't randomly pick up boys in public.
It's not the done thing."
"All
you have to do is wait for a boy in a blue tunic," SO151 soothed, "And 2 and I
will be here with you, just chatting, and when a Three boy turns up we'll say
we're going in for a suck."
"And
I'll just piss off so you can get it on with him,"SO974 grinned.
SO152
was the first to spot a Status Three boy ambling towards the rhododendrons.
"Incoming,"
he gleefully announced.
"He's
coming here on his own so he's obviously hoping to find some cock," SO151
whispered, "Let him get closer, then it's action
stations."
The
boy was no more than ten yards away when SO152 grabbed his brother by the arm.
"Enough
of the chat, 1, I need sucking," he announced, more loudly than was necessary.
"You
two going in for a suck, I'm off," SO974 declared, "Knowing you two it won't
stop at just a suck. See you STr697, have a fun day."
STr697
watched SO974's departing back, feeling horribly alone and exposed, wishing he
was somewhere else, not standing outside the rhododendrons where it must be so
obvious he wanted cock. He was so caught up in feeling nervous that he forgot
all about the approaching boy until a teenage voice behind him said,
"Hey,
you fancy a bit of cock? Your posh friends aren't the only ones who fancy a
suck! I could do with one if you're up for it."
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