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

Chapter Seventeen

 

The courtroom was, as expected, packed and cameras sending live feeds to the whole State when the accused and found guilty boy was brought up for sentencing.

This time he was brought up already naked and once more some broadcasters focussed on his cock, more this time than previously, as the most popular channel had been the one that sent the best images of him wanking and spunking.

Tempted as he was to have the boy wank again, simply for the enjoyment of the spectacle, STw697 resisted that desire and went directly to court business.

"You, SF8819, have been found guilty of perversion, and perversion of a most despicable and perverted nature, to whit, attempting to fuck your sister."

An anticipatory buzz went through the packed courtroom just at the thought of such a unbelievably disgusting act. The betting was on the harshest sentence possible, and all waited with gleeful anticipation, ready to gloat on severe and righteous justice.

"The most the Law permits me to sentence you to," STw697 said slowly so as to maximise the effect of his words, "Is to condemn you for life in a Farm."

Another buzz, louder this time. This is what everyone had come hoping to hear; a thirteen year old boy sentenced to a life of fucking fanny. It got cocks hard and men already thinking of fucking the brains out of their young sons when they got home.

The naked boy went white, his hands barely able to grip the dock rail and hold him upright. It even seemed that his soft cock shrivelled and cameras gleefully focussed on it, some broadcasters, more innovative than others, even sent split screen shots comparing normal softness with that now on display.

"Be warned, boys," one commentator voiced over, "That's what fanny does to a cock!"

"There are, however, mitigating circumstances which I am obliged to take into account," STw697 proceeded with his judgement. "You plead in your defence, extreme mental stress brought about by the death of your father and the consequent absence of proper and natural incest as you also have no brothers to give assistance with your normal boy needs. Also you plead that advancing years have led to the growth of pubic hair, thus rendering you less desirable for those adults who look for boys to fuck, especially at weekends when what is commonly known as `boy binging' is a popular evening pastime and young boys of your Status are frequently available and made use of.
That plea I dismiss, as removal of those hairs was perfectly possible for you, and not removing them was thus your chosen course of action."

The crowded courtroom had held its collective breath when STw697 brought up mitigating circumstances, but now breathed a sigh of relief as it seemed that the Judge would dismiss those and pass a severe sentence, if not life, then at least ten or twenty years in a Farm.

"With regard to the plea of having no father or brothers to fuck and be fucked by, the Court finds it cannot dismiss that out of hand. That your father was squashed by a tree and that you have no brothers cannot be regarded as being a fault of yours, though this Court will make a formal request to the State Council that a Committee of Enquiry be set up to investigate what provisions should be made for any boys who find themselves in a similar predicament. Your perverted act, it seems to me, may well have been avoided if boys such as you were taken into Care by the State.
You SF8819 are guilty of perversion and I hereby sentence you to the nearest available establishment until you are seventeen. However, I must, in passing down this sentence, take into full consideration the mitigating circumstances and the possibility that, with appropriate treatment, rehabilitation to normality may be possible. As an establishment boy you are now the property of the State and will be treated accordingly. Attendance at an establishment is deferred, and you will be handed to a member of the Founding Families, the personal property of SO7 to be used by him in whatever sexual manner he deems fit until he tires of you and sends you to serve out your remaining boy years in an establishment."

It wasn't the judgement everyone had been hoping for and mutterings of discontent rippled around the packed courtroom, but STw697 had prepared for this and seeded the Court with the members of the Queers Club who spread whispers around of exactly what SO7 liked to do with boys and mutters of discontent soon turned to murmurs of excited interest.

*

SO7 racked the boy who had been SF8819 but was now simply 13K, a little more to make sure that he was in some visible pain, gave him an encouraging smile and stretched him a bit more because he could.

The stretched boy managed a smile back, despite the pain in his joints. He knew he was supposed to be hurt and SO7 enjoyed hurting him, and, although some may find it rather odd, he rather liked SO7 hurting him. He knew it was all for his own good, and it goes without saying that whatever torment he was subjected to it was far, far better than being in a Farm and made to fuck fanny.

It was better than the life he had led before he'd attempted that disgusting go at perversion as well. He never suffered from the agony of over-filled balls now, in fact any pain he felt in them came from them being always almost empty. SO7 wanked him and sucked him constantly and had found other ways of making him spunk up as well, but more than that, or possibly because of that, he really liked SO7 and was happy to let the man do anything he wanted to him.

SO7 admired the skinny, stretched 13K; skinny boys had always been his favourite and stretched he thought they looked delicious. He knew he had become fond of the boy, and still wondered why that was so. He'd always resisted the temptation of having an affair with a boy, not wanting to run the risk of becoming emotionally involved, and had believed that punishing a willing boy was far less fun than getting screams from an unwilling one, but 13K's screams were wonderful and, strangely, because the boy wanted to be made to scream, it was incredibly satisfying to make him scream.

The boy was good for ordinary sex as well – he did have a particularly nice cock, quite big for his age - and though SO7 was convinced that his spunk tasted better when he was sucked while being stretched, he sucked him regularly in bed at nights, ate him out a lot and fucked him frequently and always the boy wanted more.

"Clips today," SO7 said, "Show day today."

One of the conditions that SO7 had agreed to was a regular weekly cam feed to the national broadcasters showing 13K being punished. It had been included by STw697 as some compensation for the public as many had thought the sentence he had passed had been far too light, and it had become immensely popular, the most watched show on State television.

"And the Tamer, please," 13K begged, "I put on a much better show with that up my arse."

13K did, his face contorting with a mixture of pleasure and pain when the Teen Tamer fucked him ruthlessly while he suffered whatever torment SO7 had chosen to inflict on him.

"No spunking up too soon," SO7 grinned as he inserted the remote controlled boy fuck toy in 13K's arse.

"Try not to," the boy winced a bit as the Tamer went in, "I'm getting better at holding it now."

"You are," SO7 agreed as he began to put on the clips.

The clips were padded so no skin was broken, but they had a very strong spring so they gripped tightly, and like the Tamer, they contained a micro-chip and were remote controlled and could pinch harder and twist about so they could be made to add that little bit of extra discomfort.

Both boy nipples were obvious clip targets, as was foreskin and loose scrotum skin. Elsewhere, any flesh that could be pinched up was treated to a clip – armpits, inside thighs and so on until 13K had twenty of them painfully fastened to him.

"Ready for the test?" SO7 asked and 13K nodded.

SO7 turned everything on full so the boy twisted and writhed in his chains as localised bolts of pain shot through him and his arse was worked hard by the Tamer.

"Okay?" SO7 asked, "Loose enough to be able to writhe properly?"

Obviously it was vital that watching viewers, and there were several thousands of them, should be left in no doubt that the boy was suffering and that the agony being inflicted on him was real, and the more the boy thrashed around in his chains the more the watchers enjoyed the show.

Satisfied that all was as it should be, SO7 checked his watch and turned on the cam, settling himself out of shot to enjoy, along with the rest of the State, the boy's torture.

Half an hour was allocated for the show and SO7 had the boy writhing, twisting and vocalising his torment with some really interesting noises, even managing a decent, satisfying howl when SO7 turned everything up full blast for a whole minute and brought 13K to the edge of spunking as he writhed and twisted, biting his lips as pain flooded through him and the fiercely pinching clips danced all over his skinny body.

He hung on though, though only for a few seconds after SO7 turned off the cam and then sucked him while he was still stretched, clips biting, apart from the foreskin one which had to be removed before he could be sucked, and Tamer reaming out his arse.

"Definitely taste best like that," SO7 remarked, but 13K was too exhausted to reply.

*

The enormous public interest in the Perversion Trial and the subsequent avid attention paid to the weekly broadcasts of 13K being tortured, diverted attention from the demise of SO15's sons for a while, but eventually and inevitably an investigative journalist from The Juicy Hole, a periodical that specialised in scandal, broke the story.

STr724 was nothing more than a hack journalist – he worked for The Juicy Hole so what else would he be? But, like most hacks, he had dreams of becoming famous, of uncovering that one big story, of discovering sleaze so sleazy that his published revelations would get him nominated for a `Golden Cock' award, and with that would come fame and fortune and certain promotion to Status Two at the very least.

The deaths of two Status One brothers on the eve of the younger's seventeenth birthday was the stuff of dreams for STr724. Truth was of no importance, it was how sleazy he could make things seem that mattered, without making things up so much that he became the subject of a libel suit, of course.

He sank his cock into the arse of his eight year old son, searching the boy's bowels for the inspiration they so often gave him – the boy's hole was still tight enough to get his mind wandering into the realms of the unnatural and near-perverted, far more so than his two other sons, one eleven and the other a now no longer good for fucking, loose-arsed thirteen – and the whimpers that came from the boy as his small body was invaded by full-grown adult cock were exactly what his mind needed to create not just scenes of unnatural lust, but the background that had led to that lust.

* UNNATURAL

The Juicy Hole has uncovered a tale of unnatural behaviour at the very top of STATUS ONE!

Investigative journalist STr724 uncovers how the unnatural family life of two boys led directly to their deaths!

All the evidence points to SO151(19) and SO152(16?17?) meeting their deaths on the eve of the younger brother's seventeenth birthday whilst in the act of anal copulation. Or was it after that younger brother's last moments as a boy?

No-one can be certain, but all the evidence points towards that possibility!

Extensive research into the childhoods of the brothers reveals that they were no strangers to unnatural behaviour!

All the boyhood peers of both brothers say the same; neither boy had any sex of any sort, not even mutual masturbation, with any boy they knew!

Certainly the brothers were not virgins, this journal makes no accusations in that direction, only that the brothers confined their sexual appetites entirely to fraternal indulgence!

That is not illegal, this journal is an avowed supporter of the joys and benefits of incest, but incest alone must be considered to be unnatural behaviour for teenage boys!

Why then did these two brothers behave in the way they did? The blame surely, must rest with the father!

SO15 is the Minister for Public Morality! Did he not know or care that his sons were unnatural?

Investigation reveals that SO15 himself, the man responsible for upholding morality, is himself inclined to unnatural behaviour!

SO15 makes, as far as this investigation has been able to discover, frequent use of boys, but he does not appear to use them as normal men use boys!

SO15 likes to be fucked by boys! Young boys! Boys no older than thirteen! Boys not yet able to spunk!

He does not use their mouths and arses as our readers do! Their cocks, yes, but only to be fucked by them!

No wonder SO151 and SO152 grew up to be unnatural!

They never sucked their father's cock, they never knew the joy of having a father's cock in their arses!

And these brothers died while they were, apparently, fucking!

Simultaneous heart attacks?

Unlikely!

Did they, perhaps, enhance their sexual activity by using some drug or other? Did they do that because the younger brother was actually an adult and not a boy any longer?

All we know is that it was during the night; we have no accurate knowledge of when during the night!

Could it be that, knowing that their fuck was an illegal one, they took more of whatever drug they used than they intended?

We may never know the truth!

*

 

 

"We can't let them get away with this!" SO974 threw down a copy of The Juicy Hole in disgust, "They can't be allowed to write stuff like this about 151 and152!"

The remaining six members of the Queers Club still met regularly in the rhododendrons. Four of them were, of course, now adults, but STw233 and STw234 were still legal boys and so, naturally, the adult members made full use of them, enjoying their naked boy bodies whenever the Club met.

"I don't see how we can stop them," SO697 (he'd been promoted to Status One as a result of his handling of the Perversion Trial) said thoughtfully, "They've been very careful with their language. It's all, `Come to our notice', and `Allegedly', so it's all deniable if it needs to be."

"There may be a way," STw231 said tentatively. STw231 had never been a real queer and was always a bit shy and reserved when with the Queers Club, "My current boyfriend's dad is the Editor of the Daily Balls."

"Is he now?" SO974 perked up. The Daily Balls was a mainstream paper, hovering just above gutter tabloid level, not averse to making the most of a juicy scandal, but generally sticking to facts and unfailingly supportive of the State. "Does he suck well?"

"Hands off," STw231 grinned, "He's mine 974. You find your own boy mouth."

"Do," SO974 grinned back, "Some quality mouths in the establishment."

"And you've tried them all," STw232 stated as a fact.

"Naturally," SO974 agreed, "But, 231, tell us first about this boyfriend of yours and when we've had all the dirty details you can tell us how his dad may be able to help."

"You queers," STw231 grinned, "All you ever think about is sex."

"So what you do with your boyfriend?" SO974 teased, "Just hold his hand?"

"Sometimes," STw231 said straight-faced, "But, if you must know, he's twelve, got three and seven eighths, loves being eaten and fucked, snogs amazing, and though it's more of a leak than a shot and still very thin, he can cum and it's deliciously sweet."

"And you're nuts about him," STw232 gave his older brother a friendly shove, "Never stop talking about him."

"So?" STw231 demanded, "Just because you like to go out boy binging with 697!"

"So what?" STw232 riposted, "Far too many cocks out there to be satisfied with just the one."

"Talking of cocks," SO974 lifted his tunic and gestured at STw234, "This is in need of being sucked."

Not needing to be asked twice, STw234 scuttled across and gobbled SO974 straight down.

"So how can this boyfriend of yours dad help?" SO974 asked as his six and a bit inches were being expertly worked by cock-loving boy mouth.

*

SO112 might well have been a propaganda poster for the State; he was exactly the just pre-teen, almost adolescent, sort of boy who had inspired the Founding Fathers.

There was nothing pretty about SO112, he was pure almost teen boy, twelve year old slender with not an ounce of puppy fat, torso and limbs in perfect proportion, though his cock was, perhaps, half an inch bigger than many of his age.

He didn't need to be pretty to make anyone who saw him want to fuck him, his perfect twelve year old body was all that was necessary for that, the sublime mounds of his young arse hardening the cocks of every man who got a glimpse of it.

A simple eyelash flutter was all SO112 needed to get any man he fancied panting for him, and SO112 knew it!

All boys his age like cock, but SO112 liked it much more than most and his favourite cocks belonged to the Junior reporters on his father's paper, young men between the ages of seventeen and twenty, and since he was ten, SO112 had had brief affairs with every one of them.

STw231 was the latest in the line and that young man was utterly besotted with the sexually ravenous twelve year old.

In fairness to young SO112, he took his affairs seriously, instinctively aware that, whilst sex was fun and he needed lots of sex, it was even better fun if he gave all he had to give, mind as well as body. He was well aware that his lovers were all infatuated with him, indeed, he did his very best to ensure that they were, always giving what they wanted without question and always making them believe he gave, not simply because he was addicted to cock, but because he was addicted to their cocks.

STw231 was no different from any of his predecessors, he doted on twelve year old SO112 and hadn't the slightest doubt that the doting was mutual, and as SO112 threw himself with undiluted passion into each and every one of his affairs, while that affair lasted, the doting really was mutual.

"So, do you think your dad may be able to help?" STw231 asked his young lover while that boy was gently playing with STw231's balls in a manner that conveyed without any necessity for words that they were the most wonderful balls that SO112 had ever been fortunate enough to play with.

"Did they?" SO112 asked, "You know....after SO152 became adult?" He was deliberately coy because SO112 was well aware that coyness added to his sex appeal.

"No!" STw231 was horrified, "They were queers alright, and happy to be queers, but they'd never break the law! That's why they did it, because they couldn't do it anymore."

"And they founded this Queers Club thing you talked about?" SO112 was fascinated by the idea of being queer; what did you have to do to be a queer?

"Yes," STw231 was sidetracked, possibly because he could feel just how much the sex-mad twelve year old liked his balls. "Them and a boy, he's not a boy now of course, called SO974. He was a queer because all he liked was having his cock sucked, nothing else, just getting sucked by boys. And then SO697, he was still STr697 then, and he was queer because he was still a virgin at fourteen and he spunked up when he got caned, and I went along with him because we were doing it together then, even though I was never really a queer, but my younger brothers were a bit that way, so we all joined up."

"Do you think they'd let me join?" SO112 asked, properly wistfully, "I don't think I'm queer, but I'd love to try some queer cock."

Carefully fluttered eyelashes and obviously adoring young fingers on his balls, and what could STw231 do but agree?

"You get your dad to agree to try to do something, and I'll take you along to our next meeting," STw231 sighed as his balls were fondled lovingly.

 

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