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 Sixteen
STw697
enjoyed his two year apprenticeship – STw23 was pretty good at boy fucking and,
for an adult, his spunk was quite tasty, nowhere near as bitter as the other
man spunk STw697 had eaten. He wasn't bad at spanking either and STw697 had
many a pleasant afternoon draped over the lawyer's knees while his arse was
nicely warmed by well-applied crop.
And,
of course, there were the STw23 boys; STw234 was eleven by the time STw697 graduated,
but his arse was as delicious as ever, and STw233, now thirteen, had learned to
be a seriously skilful fuck. STw231 had turned seventeen and become an adult,
so his father couldn't make use of him anymore, but he could still play with
his brothers and STw697 until he reached seventeen, and though he was rather
disappointingly straight, he did have a very nice cock and knew how to use it.
The
main attraction for STw697, though, was STw232, the two boys having developed a
close relationship. There was nothing unnatural or abnormal about it – it was a
relationship properly and acceptably based on sexual attraction and activity,
the boys just liked doing it with each other more than they liked doing it with
any other boys.
They
spanked each other frequently, sometimes for tears and sometimes for spunk and
always for the fun of it; both had no doubt at all that a red, burning bum
hugely improved the quality of the snogging, sucking, hole eating and fucking
that followed a decent spanking. Even STw231 said they were better fucks after
a spanking.
STw697
passed his bar exams shortly before his seventeenth birthday, and did so with
ease. He'd been an assiduous student, fascinated by Boy Law and custom and knew
more about his chosen speciality than any of his examiners, and by eighteen he
had become the acknowledged expert in his field, though that did have something
to do with him being the only expert in that field.
Sex
between STw697 and STw232 had to come to an end when STw232 reached seventeen,
but the two young adults remained firm friends and often went out together on a
boy binge, searching for, and always finding, a Status Four pre-teen who they
could whack to tears, get sucked by while he cried and then soothe his burning
arse a little by sharing it for a meal. STw697 insisted that they stick to
Status Four as boys in that Status were deemed by custom to have given their
consent simply by being available, so there was no necessity for tiresome
seducing.
If
a Status Four boy did not want his mouth and arse used by any adult in need of
a bit of boy, he ought to stay at home, especially on Friday and Saturday
evenings when everyone knew that almost all young adults were out boy binging.
Both
STw697 and STw232 were married, having followed STw23's advice to do so as soon
as possible in order that they could enjoy incest with their offspring before
they reached thirty, and if they managed to plan things properly, they could be fucking their youngest when the oldest was
producing grandchildren for later enjoyment.
STw697
was already a father before he reached eighteen; he'd managed to find himself a
skinny, flat-chested girl, as near to looking like a boy as any female possibly
could, and with the aid of Copulation Pills had done the necessary, disgusting
deed, but to his horror, his wife had dropped a girl.
That, though, turned out to be a blessing in disguise, as the wife had been so
delighted at the prospect of young daughter fingers and tongue, that she had
consented to do the horrible act again as soon as possible. No doubt she hoped
her now swollen belly would result in another girl – STw697 fervently hoped
that it wouldn't!
*
Life
comes with its ups and downs and the biggest down for the members of the Queers
Club was that they were now two short of their original number. The SO15
brothers had done as they intended, their lifeless bodies discovered on the
morning of what would have been SO152's seventeenth birthday.
That
they were discovered with the older on top of the younger in a position that
could be interpreted in only one way, combined with the brief and enigmatic
note they left, "We had no choice", left
no room for doubt as to the reason for their suicide pact.
"Bet
they timed it to perfection," SO974 said in the private Queers Club tribute, "1
spunked in 2 and then they snuffed it one second before midnight."
The
Club members silently agreed; the two brothers preferred death to breaking the
Law, but they would not have wasted one fraction of a second of their legal
time together.
Some
consolation that may have been for the members of the Queers Club, but it was
none at all for the distraught SO15.
Try
as he did to cover up the circumstances, the news got out and SO15 knew his
chances of ever becoming Secretary of State had evaporated. Not only that, how
could the Minister of Morals possibly survive? His sons had been unnatural, or
that was how the public would interpret it. The time of death could not be
definitively placed at just before midnight and the tabloid press would
speculate luridly that the final fuck had been an illegal one and SO15 would
have no choice but to resign before he was hounded out of office.
SO15
was saved from that immediate humiliation by an even greater scandal that the
gutter press fastened onto with salacious glee.
News
broke that a deed of truly horrific proportion had occurred in a small northern
town - a case of inter-gender juvenile incest!
Apparently
a boy of fourteen had been caught by his mother attempting to fuck his eleven
year old sister, who alerted by her daughter's screams had appeared just in
time to prevent that abhorrent and unnatural incestuous deed.
The
girl, it seemed, had been dealt with by the Women's Social Services, and though
she had been clearly traumatised by having to see cock at such a tender age she
was guilty of no wrongdoing and was apparently recovering well as a result of a
prescribed course of intensive fanny licking.
The
boy, though, was definitely guilty of a horrendous crime and would need to
appear before a court for sentencing.
Boy
crime was rare and there was no precedent for a case of this nature and the
local Judge refused to touch it, so the matter went to the Morals Office, and
so to the attention of SO15, who was in no fit state of mind to give it proper
consideration.
It
clearly needed an expert to judge it and the only expert in Boy Law was STw697,
who at eighteen and still a Status Two was hardly suitable to be appointed
Judge.
SO15
was, however, thinking clearly enough to work out that whatever the judgement
given it would not satisfy everyone and any repercussions would be better if
they fell on anyone other than himself, and what better expendable target could
there be than someone who was both eighteen and a Status Two?
Thus,
at eighteen, STw697 found himself at the centre of the biggest sex scandal in
living memory.
"Common
sense," STw23 advised STw697, "Dictates that you should refuse to hear the
case. The ramifications are considerable and your career could be over before
it has begun. But, on the other hand, there will be enormous press coverage and
should you be able, somehow or other to come up with an even half-way
satisfying verdict, your fortune could be made."
He
sent STw697 off to think it over carefully in the company of his two younger
sons, reasoning correctly that there is nothing like compliant boy flesh to
help with proper reasoning.
STw697
popped a `Hardener' to help him through the complicated matter, whacked both
boys to mind-soothing screams, had them both suck him while they cried and then
ate and fucked both red-hot burning bums and so arrived at his decision.
"I'm
going to take it," he announced to STw23, "And I'm going to do it my own way.
Could you make sure that the whole thing is broadcast live?"
*
STw697
had an instinctive aptitude for the theatrical as had been evidenced even when
a virgin Status Four boy, by his overtly girly behaviour and by the dresses he
chose to wear; now, as a young adult he had put all that behind him, but still
retained his sense of theatre and occasion.
The
courtroom had been set up according to his wishes – it was, after all, the
first boy sex case to be heard in public for generations and STw697 intended to
squeeze every possible advantage he could from it.
Unlike
the usual courtroom set up, the dock where the accused would stand was set at a
one-o-clock angle to the Judge's raised table, so the cameras were able to
include both the boy accused and Judge in the same shot. That was the stated
reason, and it was a valid one, but STw697 had a second reason in mind as well.
From
where he was standing, the accused boy would be able to see something no-one
else in the court could see, and no camera could show. The boy was guilty, of
that there wasn't even a shadow of doubt; the case was not to determine guilt
or innocence but to pass an appropriate sentence, and for that to happen,
STw697 needed to have some understanding of the boy's mental state.
STw697
entered the Court wearing, as was proper, his green Status Two tunic – longer
and more modest than the tunics he had worn as a boy – with a black silk scarf
around his shoulders to denote him as the Judge.
A
buzz of excitement rippled round the packed courtroom – all knew the judge was
to be an eighteen year old Status Two, but seeing that in the flesh was still a
cause of excitement.
"Bring
up the accused," STw697 declared, silencing the buzz.
The
accused boy was led to the dock by two Status Three warders, his red tunic denoting
him a Status Four. He looked, STw697 thought, to be around thirteen or young
fourteen at the very most, skinny but not unattractive in a very boy way.
The
dock was just a platform with a handrail, no frontage, and STw697 caused a
greater buzz of excitement when he stopped the warders before they handcuffed
the boy to the dock rail.
"Have
him remove his tunic before you fasten him," STw697 instructed.
This
left the boy's nudity in full view of everyone in the courtroom and also
available to look at for everyone watching the proceedings at home. Undoubtedly
those got even better looks at the naked accused as cameras zoomed in for close
ups of his cock.
It
wasn't usual for defendants to be naked during their trial, but this defendant
was a boy and STw697 knew that everybody in the courtroom,
and everybody watching at home wanted to know what the boy had and tried to use
in a perverted manner.
Unusually
for a Status Four, the boy was smooth.
"Is
this the accused's normal appearance?" STw697 asked the Clerk of the Court.
"No,
m'lud," the Clerk said, "He's been depilled because
the case is being broadcast and it was thought seeing him
with pubic hair could cause offence to many."
"Very
well," STw697 nodded, "And, for the record, could we have his sizes, both soft
and hard?"
A
warder promptly moved in and took the measurement of the accused boy's flaccid
cock – it seemed that being naked and on show to the world did not arouse him
in the slightest, which as STw697 duly noted, was a possible sign of perversion.
"Three
and three-quarters," the warder announced.
"Your name and age?" STw697 demanded of the boy.
"SF8819.
Thirteen and seven months," the boy sullened
in reply.
STr697
nodded; three and three quarters wasn't bad for a
still soft boy not yet fourteen.
"Very
well," STw697 said, "Now get yourself hard for the
Court."
The
boy looked shocked and his Defence Counsel leapt to his feet to protest.
"The
boy is guilty of attempting to use that on his sister," STw697 silenced the
Defence, pointing to the boy's cock, "Are you going to claim that it is
immaterial what exactly he intended to use?"
"No,
m'lud," the Defence Counsel, subsided into his seat.
"Wank
it, boy," Stw697 demanded of the red-faced boy, "You do know how to wank, I
assume?"
"What!
All the way?" the accused boy squeaked in horror at the thought of wanking to spunking
up for the entire State to see.
"Not
until it has been measured," STw697 instructed, "Then I believe it would be
instructive for the Court to see exactly what and how much you intended to
pervertedly pump into your sister."
"Fraction
under five," the warder announced to STw697, "Now wank, you little perverted
bleeder," he hissed into the accused boy's ear.
The
boy wanked and the courtroom waited with anticipation to see how much he would
shoot, which turned out to be only three spurting shots and a few following
dribbles.
"Have
you already wanked before coming into court?" STw697 raised his querying
eyebrows at the spunked up boy.
"Not
exactly," the boy, still sullen, replied, "One of them tossed me off while they
was getting me smooth."
"Understandable,"
STw697 nodded, getting a little laugh from the crowded courtroom, "You do have
a quite pleasant cock. How frequently do you wank it? When you're not trying to
stick it in your sister, that is? Or is it that you have no interest in cock? Yours, or anyone else's?"
That
was the crucial question; what the boy thought about cock, how frequently he
wanked, could determine his fate.
STw697
swivelled his chair so it seemed to watchers, both in the courtroom and sitting
at home, that he did so to stare at and intimidate the accused boy, but what
those watchers could not see was that STw697 had opened his legs and was
affording the boy a perfect view of his own, almost fully upright cock.
The
boy saw; the boy looked; the boy stared.
"Do
like cock," he mumbled, "Likes wanking it, likes
sucking it, likes getting fucked by it when I can get it. Wanks
loads, seven, eight times most days. Didn't really want to fuck her," he
began to wail, "Wouldn't have gone in her fanny, honest. Was
just desperate. Wanted her arse, not her fanny!"
"Don't
you have brothers?" STw697 wanted to know, "A father who fucks you?"
"Nah,"
the boy whined, "Just three bleeding sisters! An' me
dad's dead. Tree he was cutting down fell the wrong way, like. I did use to get
it okay, went out weekend evenings, like, you know, get picked up by blokes out
boy binging, but since I started getting hairs that don't happen much no more."
"So
you decided to fuck your sister because you aren't getting enough now?" STw697
sought clarification.
"Yeah,"
the boy shamefacedly confessed, "But just up the arse, honest. She ain't got no tits yet so I sorta thought if I just did it up her arse
it wouldn't be all that different from doing it with a boy. Long
as I didn't get a hand round the front, like."
The
boy, STw697 concluded, was clearly distraught at being reduced to attempting
perversion, and, from the way he kept looking at STw697's cock, he wasn't in
the least bit unnatural, simply deprived of what all boys need if they are to
stay healthy in mind and body.
The
obvious sentence would be to send the boy to an establishment until he was
seventeen, but doing that would be a blessing for the boy and not a sentence.
He'd get all the cock he craved; it would be giving the boy a three year
holiday, not a punishment.
Sending
him to a Farm would be harsher and would get cheers of approval from all the
hard right citizens in Status One and Status Four, but the more liberal Status
Two and Status Three would not be happy. A normal, cock-loving boy of thirteen
and a half would almost certainly be insane before he reached fourteen; having
to see and fuck fanny two or three times a day would destroy his mind.
"I
will pronounce sentence in forty eight hours," STw697 declared, "Court
adjourned till then."
*
SO7
contemplated the confident young adult he had once chained, stretched and caned
as a boy of fourteen. That boy had produced some wonderful screams and the
memory of his cock spurting as his thighs were caned was always fresh in SO7's
mind.
He'd
dumped that boy before he even fucked him once because he knew he was attracted
to him, wanted that boy for far more than occasional pleasure, but boys don't
stay fourteen – they grow up, get older and what does one do with a boy one is
fond of when he is no longer a boy?
"The
last time we met," SO7 urbanely remarked, "You were, I recall, beautifully
stretched and your cock spurted magnificently after some fifty strokes of the
cane."
"It
was sixty," STw697 corrected, "And that wasn't the last time. You taught me how
to use the cane and then you dumped me."
"Ah,
yes, so I did."
"That
really upset me for a while," STw697 said, "I was still a virgin, remember, and
I thought you'd dumped me because you didn't think I was worth fucking."
"Oh,
no, not at all," SO7 hastened to placate, "I did want to fuck you, but, well,
things became a little complicated."
"I
worked that out later," STw697 agreed, "The SO15 boys, you understand."
SO7
did understand, and was pleasantly surprised that someone born and brought up a
Status Four could be so tactful.
"And
my first fuckings were from boys, and I'm actually grateful for that. And boy
spunk definitely has a better flavour than adult spunk," STw697 grinned.
"And your favourite vintage?" SO7 enquired.
"The
same as you," STw687 acknowledged, "Thirteen and fourteen. Which
brings me to the purpose of this meeting. You watched the trial, I
expect?"
"I
did indeed," SO7 confirmed, "And allow me to observe that your
having the boy naked was a touch of genius, and making him wank a
masterstroke."
"You
think he'd look good, stretched out in chains?" Stw697 asked, "A bit on the
skinny side, perhaps, but his cock is a very acceptable one, don't you think?"
"Very,"
SO7 agreed, "And skinny boys do stretch well."
"Well
enough to want to keep one for a while?" STw697 suggested, almost offhandedly.
He
explained what he had in mind, concluding with, "The boy is not a pervert, he
had a very healthy cock-addiction, but he is in need of serious sexual
attention, and of a more personal nature than he would get as an establishment
boy. Chain him up and stretch him by all means, that will do him good, but you
will need to be a little more inventive than just whacking him with the cane. He
needs to understand that you are hurting him because you care for him and not
simply want to hear him scream."
"Interesting,"
SO7 mused, "And I keep him, not just hire him?"
"All the time," STw697 confirmed, "Until you get bored with
him, of course.
Then he gets sent to the establishment."
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