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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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 Four
"It
was amazing!" STr697 burbled enthusiastically to his parents who had shown some
natural concern over the absence of red marks on his naked adolescent body, "He
didn't cane me this time, we had sex instead."
"Wanted
you for fucking, did he?" STr697's father asked, "Well, can't say I blame him
for that, I suppose."
"No,
not this time he didn't," STr697 burbled some more, "He said he wants to build
me up for that, get me begging to have his cock in me before he fucks me. And,
Dad, he's got an amazing cock! It's seven inches and much thicker than mine! I
couldn't get even half of it in my mouth when I sucked him, but he said I'll
get better, learn how to open my throat a bit and sorta swallow him, though,
course I did swallow his spunk and there was loads of it! Way more than that
boy in the establishment shot. Thicker as well and a different flavour, but it
was nice. I liked it."
"So
you sucked him off," STr697's mother said, wanting more details, "What else did
he do to you?"
"Oh,
Mum, you've no idea how brill it was! He licked and kissed me everywhere! All
over my legs, under my arms and my nipples and I'd no idea before he did that
how sensitive my nipples are. It sorta seemed they were connected somehow
direct to my cock! But when he licked me in my arse, well, that was
unbelievable! He even poked his tongue right inside, as far up as he could get
it!"
STr697's
mother nodded understandingly. Naturally, she'd never had her arsehole licked
but she knew how good it was to have a young girl eat her fanny and she'd eaten
out a woman's fanny or ten when she was a girl herself, so she was able to make
some sort of a comparison.
"And
then he sucked me off and ate my spunk," STr697 declared proudly, "And that was
sooooo much better than wanking!"
"Won't
stop you doing it, though," his father was forced to grin, "But that's all? He
didn't finger you at all?"
"Not
this time," STr697 said, "He said he would next time, when he sucks me off again,
though."
"So
he does want to see you again?" STr697's father sought confirmation.
"Oh,
yes! He said he wants to have me lots, do all sorts of things to me. Cane me
under the arms and stuff, see if that makes me cum like having my thighs caned
did. And, of course, he wants to fuck me when I'm ready for it."
"You
seem to have made quite a hit," STr697's mother smiled dotingly, "You were
right keeping him a virgin till he found someone he wants to break him in," she
said to his father.
"I
do want him to, Mum," STr697 admitted, "I really want his cock deep inside me."
"Sounds
like you'll be getting it," his father gruffed, "And
not before time either!"
"Dad?" STr697 hesitantly asked, "Am I allowed to ask
for things? Him being a Status One and all, can I ask him to beat me a bit,
hurt me some before he does sex things with me? I mean, it was amazing him
licking my hole, but I think it would be even better if my bum was hurting from
a really good spanking before he does it."
"I
think so," his mother answered; she rather enjoyed giving girls a good hard
spanking with the back of a hairbrush before she ate out their fannies and had never had one that had complained about such
treatment. "A good bum warming is always a good way to get things going."
"But
be careful how you do it," his father told him, "Make it a suggestion rather
than a request. Ask him if he wants to beat you a bit as you know he enjoys
hurting you."
"And
I like being hurt," STr697 grinned, "It's nice."
*
"Are
you keeping him?" SO15 casually enquired of SO7 at a small Status One social
gathering. The question appeared casual, but SO15 was the man in charge of
State Morals and he never asked casual questions.
"Not
planning to, 15," SO7 took a penis shaped sausage roll from the tray carried by
a naked adolescent. The rolls were a faithful imitation of a thirteen year old
erect penis, complete with appropriately sized balls and were very popular
nibbles at social events, making a small fortune for the Status Two Master
Baker who had used his son's cock as the design inspiration. "Must be the most
bitten cock in the entire State," he said, nibbling off the pastry foreskin.
"These aren't establishment boys, are they?" he asked, referring to the naked
adolescents and near adolescents who were performing as waiters.
SO7
knew perfectly well that the boys were not from the establishment, but he could
be as devious as SO15 and his remark was intended to show he knew the purpose
of having these boys move around with trays of nibbles and sparkling wine with
their assets on full display. The State's moral and social codes were strict
and rigidly enforced and nowhere more so than in Status One. A Status One adult
could have sex with the offspring of any other Status, providing that it was
gender appropriate of course, but Status One juveniles were prohibited from
inter-Status activity. Social gatherings such as the one SO7 was presently
attending were, in effect, cattle markets where the sons of the top strata of
society may hope to find someone who would give them the attention they needed,
and for some ambitious fathers to push their boys into a career enhancing
affair with someone of importance.
As
the boys were, in effect, being openly offered for sexual use, such gatherings,
though not illegal, were very close to the borderline of social acceptability,
as close to it as a Status One contriving to have a boy raised from Status Four
to Status Three so that he could be used for more than an acceptable one-off
encounter.
"Nothing
take your fancy?" SO15 sipped his sparkling wine, his words a coded warning to
SO7 that even a Status Three boy was slumming it a bit
and some care needed to be taken.
"Your boys not here?" SO7 fenced back. SO15 had two teenage sons who,
rumour had it, found no need to be present at
gatherings such as this as their home life more than satisfied their adolescent
needs.
"Thing
is," SO15 got to the point he needed to make, "Dark blue is fine for a month or
so. No problem in finding that the boy's father isn't up to his new job and reverting him to Status Four when you've had your fill of
the boy, but beyond that it could be a bit awkward."
"Perhaps
his father could turn out to be very good at his new job and dark blue become
light blue," SO7 mused.
"Still blue."
"True.
And your boys are still at home."
"There
is nothing reprehensible, socially or morally, about incest," SO15 retorted
primly and slightly defensively, "And 7, if you had been more conventional and
got yourself married, you would have a boy of your own to play with to your
heart's content instead of contriving to have one from Status Four raised to
Three so you could satisfy your needs for a while."
"And
if your boys weren't so caught up in themselves, you wouldn't need to come
somewhere like this to look for one," SO7 snapped back in irritation, "I doubt
you get much more than just a look at either of them."
That
the rumours about SO15's two sons were correct, that they took brotherly love
to the limits of extremity, showed clearly on SO15's face; so involved were
those boys with each other that their father never even got the chance to so
much as wank them.
"I
apologise," SO7 said in a conciliatory tone, "That was uncalled for. It must be
very difficult for you, having two such attractive boys and not being able to
get your cock in either of them. I don't know how you stay sane."
"By
coming to gatherings like this," SO15 shrugged, accepting SO7's apology, "I'll
get a fuck from one of these before the evening's out."
SO7
raised his eyebrows at SO15's words.
"You
like beating them, I like being fucked by them," SO15 admitted, "Liked it as a
boy and still like it now."
"And why not?" SO7 smiled, pleased that the tension had been eased.
"But,
7, I confine myself to Status One boy cock. Why can't you find one of our own
to enjoy yourself with if you're after something at least a little long-term?"
"If
you know of one who is fourteen and still virgin, point him out to me," SO7
replied, "If he's girly enough, that is."
"He's
a virgin?!" SO15 almost squeaked, "He was Status Four! He can't be a virgin!"
"He
was and he still is," SO7 actually grinned, "A fourteen year old virgin who
likes giving and receiving pain. You won't find many like that in Status One,
will you?"
"Nor
in any other Status," SO15 agreed, "I shall have to investigate the Status Four
Morals Department and find out how a boy could have got to fourteen and still
be a virgin. It's utterly unheard of!"
"Unique,"
SO7 said, "And it would never have come to light if he hadn't earned himself a
token and spent it on an establishment boy he could thrash the shit out of
before he fucked him and the on-the-ball receptionist hadn't pinged
me and sent a live feed because he thought that boy belting boy would appeal to
me."
"Well,
that does change things a bit," SO15 said thoughtfully, "Of course you're going
to want to make the most of him, that's quite understandable, but he's still a
dark blue, remember, the bottom end of Status Three, and if you want him for
more than just a few week's occasional use, you'll have to be careful and not
push your luck."
"No
having an affair with a dark blue, eh?" SO7 said, understanding the social
warning he was being given.
*
"Oohh, yes!" STr697 sighed contentedly as SO7 sucked him, using his teeth
to scrape the boy's cock and nibble at his ample foreskin.
SO7
heard the boy's noises of approval and used his lips to draw up foreskin into a
nice bud and nip at it sharply, making STr697 gasp in pleasure.
Being
sucked was delightful, but getting hurt a bit at the same time made it
something close to paradise for STr697.
SO7 made it even better for the boy by having
something of a chew on his cock head and foreskin, being careful to hurt but
not damage, and STr697 writhed in ecstasy. For him this was a new sort of pain,
nothing at all like the pain of being spanked or caned; those made his balls
churn and his spunk spurt but having his cock bitten didn't make him want to
spunk in the slightest. It was absolutely wonderful and STr697 didn't care at
all that his cock would be too bruised to wank for two or three days – he'd be
happy to give up wanking altogether if he was going to be treated like this.
What
would it be like if the man used his teeth in other places, STr697 hopefully
wondered, left teeth marks all around his silky smooth pubis, bit his balls
perhaps, chomped at the sensitive insides of his slender, shapely thighs?
SO7
reached a hand upwards and gave a nipple a firm pinch and STr697 squealed in
delight and added nipples to the places he'd like to be bitten.
Like
STr697, SO7 was standing at the gateway to paradise; he'd never had a boy like
this and SO7 had had hundreds of boys, had many screaming and howling as he
thrashed them to orgasms, but never one like this, a boy for whom pain was the
ultimate pleasure.
The
boy's wonderful silky thighs were a siren call for SO7's mouth and he went from
cock to inner thigh, sucking in flesh and nipping it with teeth but always
careful to stay high, keep the marks of his biting above the hem level of the
boy's dress, not out of any concern for the boy's modesty, but because the
thought of STr697 walking home, his body covered with out-of-sight teeth marks,
was incredibly erotic.
SO7
had extracted pleasure from more than enough boys to appreciate that the joy of
pain is enhanced by occasional ventures into gentler treatment; nerve endings
can be stimulated by caresses as well as slaps, by lips and tongue as well as
teeth, so he switched from chewing at boy flesh to slurping slavers of his
tongue in the fork between STr697's legs, the crack between balls and upper,
inner thigh.
STr697
purred with contentment and parted his legs as wide as he could so SO7 could
get his tongue everywhere, opening his eyes to watch the man at work. Str697
had a fertile imagination, populated his wank dreams with as many things as he
could think of doing to a boy, but even he had never thought of doing some of
the things SO7 was doing to him, and the man hadn't got round to his arse yet,
so there was still more to come.
SO7's
tongue was going under his balls now, licking slowly along his perineum and
STr697 wanted to lift his legs, expose his hole so the man could tongue him
again; having tongue in his hole was a special magic. A different magic from
having his bum cheeks beaten and perhaps, just perhaps, an even better magic
than that, but what would it be like if the two magics
were combined?
"Would
it be better for you if you beat me first?" STr697 tentatively asked when SO7
began to lift his legs to expose his hole, "If my bum was burning red before
you eat me?"
STr697's
words penetrated the haze of lust that enveloped SO7's mind. They did nothing
to quell that lust, if anything they added more fuel to the fire; plunging his
face between pain-filled, burning red arse cheeks to devour the succulent hole
hidden there was a special delight and one that could only usually be indulged
in with an establishment boy. Citizen boys, even the few who loved pain, almost
never wanted to be beaten before being eaten; establishment boys, of course,
had no choice in the matter.
If
SO7 had married, produced a son, this is how he would have brought the boy up
to be; a boy who loved the pleasure of being hurt and understood the pleasure
he gave by offering himself for beatings, knew the wonderful sexual thrill a
boy's pain-filled screams gave a man.
Even
as SO7 thought that, his eyes were searching for something to beat the boy
with; a hand spanking would not be enough, not hurt enough and all SO7's toys
were in his boy-enjoyment room.
STr697's
eyes were on a similar search and both sets of eyes lighted at the same time on
something suitable. STr697 knew that his mother used a hairbrush when she had a
girl to play with, and if it was good enough for his mother it would be good
enough for him.
"If
I thrash you with that, you'll spunk before I get a chance to eat you," SO7
said, knowing already how easily STr697 was brought to orgasm by cane and
spanking.
"That
won't matter," STr697 pleaded, "I haven't wanked for two whole days, so
spunking won't slow me down too much. I wanted my balls to be full for you," he
added somewhat shyly, "You'll be able to get at least two loads from me."
STr697
knew he shouldn't talk to a Status One like this, probably he shouldn't talk at
all, but he liked the things SO7 did to him, liked them a lot, and SO7 wouldn't
be doing those things if he didn't like doing them and STr697 felt a need to
give the man everything he wanted.
"Please,"
he almost whispered in his shyness, "If you want to spank me, will you spank me
hard, as hard as you want, and if it makes me spunk, you don't have to stop
just because I squirt."
SO7
did want to spank STr697, wanted to hit the wonderful globes of his fourteen
year old arse, send thrills of pain through his adolescent body, fill his
lovely arse with agony before he feasted on succulent hole, knowing how much
more both he and the boy would enjoy if the boy screamed his pleasure before he
was eaten.
A
boy like STr697 was rarer than a cockerel with a cunt and SO7 was consumed with
lust and desire for him. He reached for the hairbrush and STr697 gave a smile
of pure happiness, and when SO7 sat on the edge of the bed, STr697 draped
himself over the man's knees without being requested.
SO7
didn't get STr697's cock between his thighs this time, he arranged things so
hard man cock was pushed up against solid boy cock and STr697 thought that felt
amazing, so sublimely different from a hand on his cock, so much more
wonderfully sexy.
STr697
didn't gasp when the first smack cracked on his waiting, eager
arse, he yelped, because SO7 didn't hit him gently and hairbrush hurt much more
than hand had done when he was spanked before.
SO7
didn't rush the spanking, he took time to pause
between each stroke, allowing the boy to appreciate the pain as his arse burst
into flames and also give him time for his spunk to settle back in his balls so
he didn't squirt too soon.
STr697
took ten swipes to each cheek before his yelps had turned to yells and the
first real scream was belted out of him, and then the screams grew in
intensity, each one a note higher than the previous, with each succeeding CRACK
of hairbrush on now tenderised arse cheek.
By
the time STr697 was beaten to orgasm he was sobbing uncontrollably and his
screams were a good octave higher than the first one had been and he wouldn't
be sitting on his bright red, burning arse for several days to come.
SO7's
skilful beating and STr697's adolescent determination to give as much pleasure
as he possibly could meant that each of his arse cheeks had been struck
eighteen times before he eventually spunked and SO7 generously made it up to
twenty each as boy sperm slimed his own cock and pubis, hot and gooey between
them.
The
man's thumbs prising his red hot, agony filled cheeks apart and the tongue that
probed at his inviting hole was pure bliss for STr697 as he soaked a pillow
with his sobbing happiness while SO7 feasted where cock had yet to enter and
SO7 devoured the gourmet delight of a virgin hole of fourteen.
Tears
still leaked from STr697's eyes as, his hole fully eaten, he sucked greedily on
SO7's ample cock, craving the rich, thick cream that would spurt from it,
trying so hard to take more thick length into his mouth and stopped from
getting it all by his untrained gag reflex, but even so, he managed a good inch
more than he had before.
What,
SO7 wondered as he recovered from his orgasm, was he to do with this boy? He
was far too good, far too special to be used for just a week or two, even for a
month or two.
Keeping
him, having a real affair with him, would be possible now he was Status Three and
no longer Status Four; legal, but not, SO7 knew, socially acceptable for one of
such a high rank as he. SO15 had warned him there would be consequences, and
they would be inevitable if he did have an affair with the boy, but he was a
very special boy.
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