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 Two

 

SF697 was worried; he was sure that he hadn't done anything wrong. He'd paid his token and said he wanted to hurt a boy and the receptionist had given him a leather punishment strap to beat the boy with and told him to make sure he used all the boy and not to forget his mouth when he had been made to cry and that's what SF697 had done. He'd whacked the boy, made him scream and cry, used his mouth and sucked his cock before he fucked him; all things he'd paid to do, so why had that receptionist stopped him when he went leave, told him that someone wanted to see him and ushered him into a waiting taxi?

Status Fours did not use taxis, they didn't earn enough to have anything to spend on luxuries like that. Status Fours walked where they wanted to go, they didn't get driven around in taxis.

And then there was the place the taxi had taken him to – a house more than big enough for ten Status Four families to live in comfort in! A Status Three, quite high Status Three by the look of the pale blue tunic he was wearing, had led him from the taxi into the huge house and now he was confronted by a middle-aged man. Not just any middle-aged man, but a Status One man! And not only was he Status One, but he had to be a very low number Status One!

SF697 had never seen a real, live Status One close up before but he knew enough about how they were dressed to know that this one was a very, very important man. The gold trimmings round the neck, sleeves and hem of his white tunic, a tunic of modest length that reached to just above the knee, was reserved for the first ten numbers only, and to be in the presence of such an important man made SF697 go weak at the knees and his stomach lurch with fear.

"Ah," the SO7 greeted the trembling boy, "SF697 I believe. I must tell you how much I enjoyed your recent performance."

SF697's jaw dropped open. He had been watched? Embarrassment, even a touch of shame flooded through him knowing that his actions had been watched and observed. Had he done it wrong? Had he hit the boy too hard, made him scream too much? Was sucking his cock and eating his spunk something he should not have done?

"Crawling beneath the bench to suck the boy off and then that wonderful last lash on his thigh showed an instinctive understanding of how pleasure and pain should be mixed. I would not have expected such creativity from any first time punisher, and coming from a Status Four boy it was nothing short of remarkable," SO7 smiled. "The way you curled the leather so it lashed balls before it hit the softest, most sensitive part of the inner thigh was wonderful to see."

"It just happened," SF697 croaked, still under the misapprehension that he was in trouble.

"And straight after you'd brought him to orgasm with your mouth," SO7 enthused, "A perfect preparation for the fuck that followed."

"Oh," was all SF697 could think of to say.

"I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did," SO7 continued, "Now, I saw you on my screen of course, but I'd like to view you now in the flesh. Kindly remove your dress. A very becoming dress, may I say, and for a Status Four you present yourself very well. Your make-up is excellent. Just enough girl to make you a very desirable boy."

SF697 was confused. It didn't sound as though he was in trouble, but why should a very important Status One man want him to remove his dress? He didn't think it could be for sex – a man this important could have his pick of establishment boys any time he wanted and establishment boys knew all about being good at sex, so why would he want a Status Four boy who'd only just had his first ever sex?

He'd been ordered to remove his dress, though, and Status Four obeyed orders from Status One without question, so SF697 reached down for the hem of his form-fitting red dress and carefully lifted it up and off, presenting the watching SO7 with a wonderfully erotic view of teen boy body being slowly revealed.

SF697 was, as SO7 already knew from viewing him on his screen, completely smooth. There was no obligation for citizen boys to keep themselves smooth, unlike establishment boys who had no choice in the matter, and it was not common for Status Four boys to do so. Boys in Status Four did not expect higher status men to desire to use them and Status Four men were generally only concerned about having a fuck if they found a willing boy and a few hairs here and there made no difference to a cock inside a hole.

Being smooth, though, showed off SF697's cock in all its complete glory and it was, in SO7's very knowledgeable opinion, a cock well worth showing off. Soft, it dangled some four inches of medium cigar thickness over nicely pouched balls with a delightful bud of tempting foreskin at the tip, the skin darker than the paleness of the smooth pubis above it and the upper thighs it hung between.

"Very nice," SO7 approved and settled himself in his comfortable soft leather chair, lifting his tunic to expose his own smooth man thighs. "No doubt it will need some encouragement to rise after your recent activity," he said urbanely, "Over my knees you get, cock between my legs."

SF697 gulped; over the man's knees his arse would be in place to receive punishment, so he had obviously done something wrong, but why should a Status One man wish to inflict his punishment himself? And why must he have his cock between the man's legs?

Nervously SF697 did as he was told, arranging himself over the man's bare knees, and reaching a hand down to push his soft cock between them, and as soon as he had done that and taken his hand away, the man closed his legs.

SF697 was confused as well as nervous now; he was sure his arse was about to be beaten but the warm skin of the man's inner thighs felt more than just a little nice on his trapped between them cock.

"Oooffff," SF697 gasped as the first smack landed on his right buttock. It wasn't a hard smack, but hard enough to sting a little and SF697 braced himself for more.

More there was; left buttock, right buttock, left, right, left, left, left and then right again, none hard but every one stinging just that tiny bit more.

SO7 paused to admire the effects of his spanking; cream arse now a gentle pink and the first signs of the boy cock between his thighs coming slowly to life.

Smack.......................smack...................smack.................smack.......

..smack........smack, three slaps to each cheek making pale pink a little deeper shade and the cock between his legs begin to fill as it was intended to.

SO7 caressed and stroked rose coloured boy bum cheeks, beautifully smooth round bum cheeks, bum cheeks that were warmer now than they had been.

SF697 liked what was happening to his bum; he couldn't help it, the hand was stroking him so nicely and his bum felt every movement of hands and fingers on it, sensitivity enhanced by the spanking that had warmed it. He could feel himself slowly getting hard and was embarrassed by that happening. He was over the man's knees to be punished; his cock shouldn't be getting hard!

Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, slap, slap, smack, slap, slap, smack, slap, slap, slap. Fifteen times in rapid succession SO7 spanked the boy, first one cheek, then the other, and all harder than the spanks before and SF697 whimpered a bit as his arse began to catch fire and his cock swelled to fullness between the man's thighs.

SO7 smiled in satisfaction and closed his legs tight on hard boy cock, and once more stroked and caressed boy arse cheeks, cheeks that were now turning a wonderful red and beginning to feel hot rather than warm.

SF697 couldn't understand what was happening. Yes, he was being spanked and for some unknown reason that was making his cock go hard. Or was it the way his stinging bum was being stroked and not the spanking that was making him hard? It could be that because it felt rather nice, but if it was that why did something in him want the spanking to start up again?

SMACK.

SF697 really felt that one! His legs straightened, his body stiffened, his arse clenched and a definite whimper came from his mouth. That one hurt! Not for long, it only hurt when it happened, and confusingly it wasn't a bad hurt. Somehow, and SF697 knew how silly it was, it was almost like it was a nice hurt.

SMACK.

More than a whimper this time, more of a vocalised gasp, and again that confusing mixture of pain and pleasure. Could it be, SF697 wondered vaguely, that he enjoyed being spanked?

SMACK!

The hardest one yet and SF697's bum, no longer cream but now a delightful red, clenched and tensed as his body tried to find some way of easing the sting and provided SO7 with one of his favourite sights.

SO7 watched as SF697's arse stopped quivering and the muscles once more relaxed, waiting to be spanked again. He waited, in no hurry to resume, the boy compliantly across his legs, his cock hard between them. He was waiting for the first signs of impatience, the first hints that the boy wanted more spanking, and he was not disappointed.

SF697 shifted a little, not from discomfort but from wanting his bum to be made to sting again. `More,' his mind pleaded, `Spank me more,' but SF697 did not say what his mind wanted him to say, Status Four boys did not ever ask Status One citizens for anything, did not speak to a Status One unless they were answering a question.

Thwack!

SF697 gasped this time; it was a harder thwack than any of the smacks before it, but SF697's gasp wasn't from the extra sting alone, but also from relief that he'd been spanked again. It was doing strange things to him, making his cock harder every time and he didn't know why that was but he couldn't help starting to really like having his bum hit so his balls churned and his cock throbbed.

`Really?' SO7 thought, `Just by hand?'

ThwackthwackthwACKTHWACKTHWACK, slaps followed one after the other, no pause between them, increasing in intensity as SF697's body writhed and wriggled and the sting of pain became pure pleasure for SF697.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh," burst from his mouth, a cry not caused by pain but by the intensity of his orgasm as SF697's cock exploded in an eruption far greater than the one it had not much more than an hour before in the bowels of an establishment boy.

SF697 was exhausted, he lay draped over SO7's knees, dragging air into his lungs.

SO7 was delighted; the boy was far better than he had hoped, far better than anything in the establishment. When had he last found a boy he could bring to orgasm by hand spanking alone? SF697 was one to use again, that was beyond doubt.

The State placed no bars or barriers in the way of inter-generational sex, and why should it? Adult males have always desired the flesh of adolescents and near-adolescents of both genders, and though less open about their desires, adult women have their fantasies about hard, rampant teenage cock and firm, budding girl breasts.

The boy and girl establishments for the offspring of Dolers ensured that men could appreciate the sublime delight of a boy's arse and women could eat young fanny and have flickering young tongues eat theirs. Inter-generational sex was a norm in the State, as long as it was sex of a homosexual nature, but inter-Status sex was not.

Naturally the boys and girls in the State's establishments did not count, the inmates of those places had no Status, but for a Status One to consort with a Status Four boy was, at the very least, unusual. Not illegal, but certainly not socially acceptable.

Sure, a Status One may, from time to time, pick up a lower Status boy for a quick fuck, and if it was just a one-off fuck no eyebrows were raised, but to see such a boy on a regular basis, to have an affair with one, would certainly have social consequences.

SF697 had attracted SO7's interest in more than a casual way. The boy was good-looking, had a delightful cock and, for a Status Four, took considerable care with his appearance, seeming to know by instinct just how much girl to be to enhance his boy's sexual desirability.

Spanking the spunk out of him, and by hand at that, was quite remarkable, and a boy who could be spanked to spunking on his very first spanking was not a boy to see only once. SO7 considered the possibilities; his very high Status would enable him to see the boy again, perhaps twice more before it became awkward; pointed questions could be deflected by saying that the boy was one who spunked when he was caned and was also a very good fuck when his arse was burning red, and associates would grin and accept that excuse as being perfectly reasonable, possibly even wonder if they might give him a try themselves, but beyond three meetings at the most would definitely prove unacceptable.

A second time, SO7 decided, explore the boy some more, investigate his possibilities and make any necessary plans from there.

"You seem a bit uncomfortable," SF697's father observed as SF697 sat carefully for supper, "I thought you were going to spend your token on belting a boy, not getting fucked by one."

"I did," SF697 protested, wriggling just a little. His arse didn't exactly hurt but there was enough sting still there to make him be careful how he sat. "I thrashed one to screams, had him suck me while he cried, sucked him and fucked him," he boasted and his father nodded approvingly.

"Good boy," he said, "Well done. Made the most of that token, then. So what else has happened?"

SF697 took a deep breath and explained, said how he's been taken by a taxi to the house of a Status One, a Status One who had gold trimmings on his white tunic, and who had apparently watched a live feed of him punishing and fucking that establishment boy. Told how he had been made to lay across the Status One man's bare legs, his cock between them, and spanked by hand until he orgasmed and how the Status One man had said he wanted to see him again and he would be collected and taken to him next week when all the redness from his spanking had gone.

SF697's father pursed his lips and looked very thoughtful, his mother seemed somewhere between pleased and worried.

"Could be nothing," SF697's father said slowly, "Just wants to spank you again and probably fuck you as well if he didn't get inside you today."

"He didn't," SF697 confirmed, "He just spanked me till I spunked."

"Strange," SF697's father mused, "Boy like you. Bit on the girly side. Be a decent enough fuck, I should think."

"Perhaps that's it," SF697's mother said thoughtfully, "Perhaps he liked the girlyness. Our boy does look very attractive in his dress, all nicely made-up and everything. Perhaps he just wants to take things slowly, build up the boy till he begs for cock inside him like a girl would if girls his age were allowed to have cock."

"Boys want it just as much as girls," SF697's father stated, "You do want cock, don't you, boy?"

"Oh, yes, father," SF697 said emphatically, "Do you really think he wants to fuck me?"

"He'd be a pervert if he didn't!" SF697's mother snorted, "Boy like you! Someone should have had his cock in you ages ago!"

"That's as may be, dear," SF697's father placated his mother, "But this man's a Status One, so that makes things awkward. Would have been alright if he'd fucked the boy instead of just spanking him. Over and done with then. But he wants to see the boy again, and that could mean trouble."

"I don't see why," SF697's mother protested, "He wants to get what he can from the boy before he fucks him and forgets him. I don't see anything wrong with that."

"That's exactly what is wrong with it," SF 697's father said slowly and emphatically, "He obviously wants something more than just the boy's arse to spank and fuck, and what happens if the boy doesn't come up to expectations?"

"Oh!" SF697's mother paled, understanding what her husband meant.

"He's a high ranking Status One if he has gold on his tunic, and men like that don't have anything to do with the likes of us. What's he going to do if the boy doesn't meet with what he wants from him?"

"I don't mind him spanking me again," SF697 said, "I rather liked it actually. It was a bit weird because it made me spunk, but I did enjoy it."

"Of course you did," SF697's mother smiled tenderly, "And of course you'll be good and enjoy it again."

"Need to do more than just enjoy it," SF697's father looked his son in the eye, "You'll have to show you enjoy it, and enjoy getting fucked as well, however much it hurts having cock inside you for the first time, especially if he does you carelessly, and given the difference in Status he may well do you that way. Even if he don't lube you properly and open you up a bit before he fucks you, you still have to make it seem as though it's the best thing that's ever happened to you. You piss him off next week and even before you get home after, we'll be reduced to Dolers and you won't come home, you'll be in the establishment for anyone to beat and fuck."

SF697's mother placed a hand on her son's arm, "Well make you up as girly as we can," she smiled, "And you be a good boy and give him everything he wants."

"And make bloody sure you show you like it!" SF697's father said sternly.

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