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 read it, so if you are not yet 18, read about Noddy and Big Ears instead. And if you are 18 or more, then please consider donating a little something to Nifty so they can keep stories for you coming.

 

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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