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 Twelve

 

"Constitutional Law dictates that there is no validity in even discussing this proposed amendment," the Attorney General, SO36, sonorously declared, earning him a look of venomous hatred from SO15, "The State is the legal guardian of establishment inmates, assuming parental responsibility when parents are unable to perform that task. To whit, the male offspring of Dolers between the ages of ten and sixteen, female offspring of thirteen to eighteen. In addition, when a suitably aged child of any Status and of either gender has broken specific laws and is thus self-evidently beyond normal parental control.
Those are the only circumstances under which the State may become a child's legal guardian. Those and only those."

SO36 sat, his legal duty performed.

SO15 rose and bestowed a sympathetic smile on SO36.

"As I understand it," he smugly began, "The proposed amendment does not run counter to the Constitution, but merely seeks to clarify a particular situation." Naturally SO15 had not proposed the amendment himself but found another stooge to do that for him, "The State will require the temporary labour of a number of those who are Dolers in order to complete the Five Year Plan. Those Dolers will be offered fixed-term, zero-hours contracts and, as those contracts are not permanent they cannot be deemed to constitute full-time employment and elevate the holders of those contracts to Status Four."

"And as such," SO99, the stooge, jumped up to say, "They remain to all intents and purposes Dolers, and their children go to the establishments."

"It is an elegant and simple solution," SO97 smoothly added, "SO7 eloquently explained the necessity of the State providing boys on demand. The Citizen's Rights party has, we believe, a far better policy in proposing that Status One should have free and unlimited access to boys of any Status for occasional or regular use as they see fit, but as the Council is determinedly disinclined towards that liberal concept, we accept the need to maintain a sufficient number of establishment boys. We have, however, tabled an amendment to the amendment whereby the elevation of a Doler to citizen Status for whatever reason, temporary or permanent, does not preclude the State from assuming guardianship of descendents, thus ensuring that the flow of boys to establishments does not suffer from decrease."

SO5, a university professor and acknowledged expert in Constitutional Law, felt obliged to make his scholarly contribution.

"The Constitution," he proclaimed as though lecturing students, "Lays down four Statii of citizens and an underclass of Dolers. Nowhere does it allow for temporary membership of any Status. The State is a meritocracy and anyone may rise or fall according to their ability. Dolers are defined as being those without paid employment and thus by definition, a Doler who obtains employment is no longer a Doler and is therefore a citizen and is thus responsible for the care and upbringing of his children.
Simply because the number of boys in the establishments falls below a critical level does not give the State the right to unilaterally assume guardianship of citizen boys."

SO15 knew his cause was lost, and so it would have been but for the unexpected and unprecedented interruption by the titular Head of State, the venerable SO1 himself.

SO1 had no personal interest in establishment boys; his needs were well catered for by his four delightful grandchildren, four lovely boys – the eldest just thirteen, the youngest nearing nine – who between them ensured that SO1 had no need to look beyond his immediate family for sexual relaxation. He was, however, quite taken with the rhododendrons and had gone there with his grandsons several times for picnics and appreciated the improvement to the quality of life they offered.

"The concept of Fuck Gardens," he smiled benignly at the Council, "Is without doubt commendable and the improvement to the quality of everyday life for all citizens, boys even more than adults, is beyond question. For boys to be able to suck and fuck in such idyllic surroundings, whether that be with other boys or with the men who fancy them, can do nothing other than improve the minds of boys and instil in them appreciation of the State they are so fortunate to live in.
What I would suggest, had I the authority to make a suggestion, is that the Five Year Plan that has come before us, is unsustainable for many reasons, but the Fuck Garden concept should be pursued. We have one impromptu one, let us agree to create another, more purposely designed one. An avenue of cherry trees," he dreamily proposed, "Down which a father may walk his son as he takes him for his first fucking. An experience that will live with him forever."

Seizing his opportunity, SO15 leapt to his feet to formally propose that SO1's suggestion be adopted; one fuck garden was better than none at all, SO7's apocalyptic vision eliminated and his scheme of ensnaring SO7 into an affair with a lower Status boy intact.

*

STr697's cock started pushing out the front of his tunic precisely two point three seconds after he set eyes on STr3581 and his younger brother. STr697's mother was a genius with scissors and needle and had created the boy's tunic so that when he grew a bone it was like pitching a tent.

STr697 had been made to stand wearing the tunic while his mother waited with her box of pins, ready to make any alterations necessary to ensure that his erection was unmistakable. Just sticking out at the front wasn't enough, the tunic material had to gather properly as he grew from soft to hard in order to make his size evident, and it hadn't been at all easy to grow a bone at will for his mother.

His father had come up with a simple solution though.

"Think of your favourite establishment pre-teen," STr697's father ordered, "Now imagine turning him round, bending him over and whacking his arse with a leather strap."

Of course, that worked every time and STr697's mother had made his tunic so it didn't just jut out at the front when he was hard, it displayed and emphasised the entire process of going from soft to fully up.

STr3581 watched with somewhat envious amusement as STr697's bone grew, but the effect on his brother, STr3582, was more pronounced.

"Fuck!" the still not eleven year old breathed, mouth clearly watering, "I got to have that in me!"

Made almost decently short to start with, STr697's mother had designed his tunic so that the hem lifted as he boned up and though his cock remained, technically at least, hidden from sight, the same did not apply to his balls and pre-teen STr3582 openly licked his lips as the smooth orbs were revealed.

"Told you he likes it," STr3581 grinned, fraternally proud of his brother's eagerness for cock, "You fancy some three-way, 697?"

STr697's allergy to body hair had dictated that his upbringing as a Status Four had been, many would say, distressingly sheltered, but he did know what three-ways were even though he'd never played one, and one of his favourite morning wank fantasies when he watched the live feed from the establishment was to search the naked boys for two brothers – a teen one to suck and a pre-teen to fuck – so this was for him a fantasy come true!

It was a well known fact that men went for brothers in a big way; there was a well-acknowledged that little bit extra in the fun to be had by filling a younger brother's arse with spunk and draining the older one's balls by mouth, fun for the boys as well as for the men who did them.

STr3581 wanted a little more than the ordinary, though. If anything, he was an even more ardent admirer of teen cock than his younger brother and had a very healthy liking for teen arse as well and was intent on getting his ample cock inside STr697 as well as ensuring that his brother properly enjoyed himself.

"Everyone gets everything from everyone," he suggested, "That okay with you, 697?"

"Can't," STr3582 grinned, "I only get the tingles, so can't give anyone a mouthful."

"Yeah," his brother sniggered, "But cos you can't shoot you last for ages, so trust me, you're gonna get well worked over."

"Just one thing," STr697 felt he had to say it, no matter how embarrassing it was, "I know it's weird, but actually, I'm still a virgin. I don't like being a virgin," he hastened to explain in case the brothers got the wrong idea, "I really want to stop being a virgin. It's just my allergy to body hair and me being a Status Four till just recently, and my dad believing I should choose who it was that first fucked me so he never has because, of course, he thought I'd just naturally let him do it because he's my dad and not because I really wanted him to."

"Fuck me!" STr3581 breathed in awe, "You a virgin? Bugger me! Last virgin I had was 2."

"And I've never had one," STr3582 cheeped, "Please, 1, can I go first?"

"What you think, 697? Let 2 get you a bit open and then I stretch you proper?"

"Yeah!" STr697 enthused, "But I want to eat him first."

"Deal!" STr3582 chirped, and giggled, "See if you can eat me to tingles. 1 does that now and again, an' it's really good!"

"Fuckin' tiring on the mouth, though," STr3581 grinned, "But he's fab to fuck straight after he's tingled."

"I'm good to fuck anytime," STr3582 poutingly protested, "I don't have to have the tingles first!"

STr697 couldn't believe how good pre-teen arse was to eat! He'd wanked loads over thoughts of belting and fucking one, but the idea of eating had only started after he got eaten out by SO7 and started to wonder if it would be as good to eat as it was to get eaten

He didn't have any worries about STr3582 being clean enough to eat – anal hygiene was an absolute must for every State boy. Fathers frequently started eating their sons when they were as young as five, the accepted belief being that the earlier a boy learned how much pleasure he could get from his arse they younger he would be when he started begging to have cock in there, and most boys were fucked well before their ages reached double figures, so the importance of having an always clean arse hole was something every boy knew about.

STr697 literally dribbled when STr3582 got on his naked back, curled up, knees by his ears, and STr697 prised his bum cheeks apart to properly reveal the delicious, puckered dark pink entry way to bliss.

"Yummy, ain't it?" STr3581 whispered as STr697 gazed in awe at the sheer beauty of pre-teen hole before plunging his face into the young boy's opened crack and beginning his first ever feast of boy hole.

STr697 did his best to remember and follow his mother's advice, teasingly licking all around before getting his curled up tongue inside, and moving it around as he'd been told, and his mother must have known what she was talking about as little STr3582 squirmed, writhed, whimpered and moaned in delight as his insides were eaten.

Concentration became a little more difficult for STr697 when STr3581 began sucking him while he was eating, but very shortly the wonderful sensations of having his tongue inside the younger brother while his cock was in the mouth of the older got him really carried away and his oral efforts succeeded in bringing STr3582 to squealing tingles.

"Don't hang around, get in him while he's still quivery," STr3581 was now holding his ten year old brother by the ankles, legs high and wide apart and the boy's body was actually quivering from the intensity of his analingually induced orgasm, "He's plenty wet enough. Just go straight in."

Str3582 certainly was wet enough; STr697 had been lapping up the deliciously sweet consommé of young arse juice that STr3582's hole had been producing as an accompaniment to his main course, and STr697's cock was slick from STr3581's mouth, so there was no need for any addition to the already more than adequate natural lubricants.

STr3582's hole was well used to taking cock – he'd notched up the milestone of his first hundred more than a couple of months ago – and his little pucker bloomed into welcoming fuck hole at the first touch of the tip of STr697's cock.

STr697's eyes widened in surprise and a little "Ooohh," slipped from his lips as ten year old hole eagerly sucked fourteen year old cock inside and then clamped down tight to make sure it didn't escape.

STr697's cock had no intention of trying to escape, it was very happy at finding itself in the hot, tight, wet sheath of young boy innards and now it was in there it wanted to fuck.

Coherent thinking isn't easy for a boy when he's in the middle of a fuck, and even more difficult when it's only a boy's third fuck, but STr697's mind did register that STr3582 was a way better fuck than either of the two establishment boys he'd been inside; not only was his hole a tighter fit, it was also very clear that STr3582 revelled in being fucked. Not only was STr697's cock reaming out the young boy's chute of bliss, that chute was somehow milking STr697's cock as it was reamed.

*

"No problems for you now, 7," SO15 smugged, "Your boy's father will get the job, and be promoted to Status Two. No reason now for you to not have him screaming as often as you want."

SO7 had spent a lot of time thinking about STr697 since he'd last seen the boy and showed him how to use a cane properly, which parts of a chained up and stretched boy to hit to get the best, most pleasing screams from him as he writhed in agony, helpless and unable to do anything to prevent further pain being inflicted on his tortured body.

STr697 had screamed very nicely when he had been stretched and beaten, and it had been very pleasing to watch the spunk spurt from him as pain alone brought him to orgasm, and he had actually liked showing him how to hit and hurt, but there was the nagging understanding that the boy actually enjoyed being hurt, and that rather spoiled things for SO7.

STr697 would undoubtedly willingly offer himself up for real punishment again, allow himself to be chained, stretched and caned, but because he enjoyed it, SO7 would need to inflict even greater pain on him before his screams became properly satisfying, and that meant there was the danger of going too far, inflicting lasting damage unless a safe word was used so the boy could stop things before he was properly hurt.

Giving the boy a safe word to say would spoil things completely, take all the fun out of caning him. What was the point of marking up a boy who wanted to be marked up? Torture wasn't real torture if the boy being tortured enjoyed being tortured. Much better to have one chained up and stretched almost to breaking point who was howling with the fear of pain even before his flesh was touched by a cane; a boy who couldn't say when he'd had enough, a boy who had to suffer for as long as SO7 wanted him to suffer.

Then there was the very serious problem of finding that he could get to like the boy, not simply as flesh to torment, but more as the son he never had, and the thought of that made SO7 shudder in distaste.

No, STr697 had been an interesting diversion, but SO7 decided that from now on he was going to stick with punishing establishment boys who were terrified of being hurt, boys with whom there was no chance or possibility of becoming attached to.

"What boy?" SO7 replied, looking convincingly puzzled. "Oh, that one. I've had all I'm going to get from him, 15, I won't bother seeing him again."

*

"It was absolutely brill," STr697 enthused to his parents, "After I'd fucked STr3582 they both fucked me. 3582 went first to open me up a bit and then 3581 really stretched my hole. It did hurt a bit, but of course I didn't mind that," STr697 grinned, "But when he got going properly it didn't hurt at all anymore and, Dad, I really loved having cock inside me! Course we sucked as well and 3581 has really tasty spunk, and we shared spunk around by snogging when we had some still in our mouths. I had so much fun!"

STr697 became suddenly thoughtful, "I think I might like doing it with boys even more than I like getting caned," he mused, "I did fancy whacking 3582's bum, though," he grinned a shade sheepishly, "He's got a lovely little bum and I bet it'd be ace to fuck him after a decent spanking."

 

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