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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Brave New World

A fantasy by Ivor Sukwell

Chapter Five

 

"I want him, 15, I need to have him." SO7 moodily swirled the brandy in his balloon, staring at the circulating amber liquid, seemingly in the hope that it would reveal an answer to his social predicament.

"You are having him," SO15 said slightly caustically, "Quite comprehensively from what I hear. I understand that the boy has a remarkable vocal range."

"I get the odd squeak or two out of him now and again," SO7 admitted, "But that's the point. It's only now and again."

"Just as well," SO15 swirled his own brandy, "From my reports, the boy has been eating his meals standing up all week."

"Are you spying on him?" SO7 looked up from his brandy to stare accusingly at his friend, the man responsible for maintaining the State's moral code.

"Of course not!" SO15 huffed indignantly, "He's a boy. If he wants the screams thrashed out of him that's no concern of ours."

"He does," SO7 smiled fondly, "He got me to whack his arse with a hairbrush. Really hurt him, make him scream before I ate him out."

A questioning and slightly disapproving frown appeared on SO15's face.

"Oh, there was nothing inappropriate about it," SO7 hastened to reassure SO15, "He didn't actually ask, he just wondered if I would enjoy him more if I beat him before I ate him and gave me permission to hit as hard as I liked."

SO15 nodded, accepting SO7's explanation, and relieved that he didn't have an even more serious breach of social etiquette to deal with. It was bad enough that SO7 was consorting with a boy from a lower Status, but if that boy was actually asking a Status One for things, even otherwise perfectly acceptable things of a sexual nature, then he would be obliged to intervene and terminate whatever relationship there was.

"One of the things that makes him so appealing," SO7 said, to his brandy, that, though it was of the highest possible quality, was in SO7's opinion, less appealing to the palate than the taste of STr697's virgin arse. "He was brought up in Status Four and is still a virgin at fourteen, which is more than just remarkable, but he has intelligence and sophistication way beyond his Status. He was so careful not to ask me to beat him, though he was clearly desperate for some real pain. You know what he said to me?" a rhetorical question as of course SO15 had no knowledge of the discourse in SO7's bedroom, "As I lifted his legs to get at his hole, he said, `Would it be better for you if you beat me first? If my bum was burning red before you ate me?' That from a boy brought up in Status Four! I've got to have him, 15, I've really got to have him."

There could be no doubting the intensity of SO7's desire, though, worryingly for SO15, it seemed as though the desire was as much for the boy himself as for sex with the boy. Wanting to use the boy for sex was perfectly understandable, and quite acceptable so long as it was just sex. A few weeks and any man has had all he is going to get from a boy, and the boy all the cock he wants from a man, so both move on to arses and cocks new and everybody is happy, but an inter-Status affair was a different thing altogether.

Find a boy you fancied, fuck him a few times, beat him if that was your thing, and then dump him and move on; that was what society expected and what the boy expected as well, but for a man of high Status to become emotionally involved with a boy of a lower Status was simply just not done. If you wanted to have an affair, then pick a boy from your own Status; that was the proper way to do it.

SO15 noisily cleared his throat, announcing he had awkward and difficult things to say.

"I'm sure you understand, 7," SO15 said carefully, aware that he was very likely to cause some offence, "I got the Committee to raise the boy's father to Status Three so you could make a bit more use of him, but there were some matters that concerned us. Not the least," he hurried on as SO7 frowned, "The fact that at fourteen the boy is still a virgin. Boys of fourteen are never still virgins; it's quite unheard of. Was there, the Committee asked, something unnatural about the father? The boy is far from being unattractive, so why had his father not made proper use of him? Does the father have an unnatural aversion to incest? Worse, could it be that the father is a pervert and does not like boys? You must realise that we had to investigate."

"Yes," SO7 said to his brandy, "I understand that. In your position I would have done the same."

"I'm glad you understand," SO15 breathed a sigh of relief, "And you will, no doubt, be pleased to learn that we found nothing unnatural or perverted. The father enjoys boys, uses a token at the establishment once a month and has a preference for the younger boys there. His attitude to incest is unusual but not in any way actually abnormal. The boy is a virgin because the father brought him up with the expectation and wish that the boy should have free choice of whose cock it is that goes inside him and if he made use of the boy himself, then the boy would agree to being fucked out of filial duty rather than free choice. Unusual maybe, and certainly very unusual for a Status Four, but not in any way illegal."

SO7 nodded, "He told me that himself, when I asked how it was that he was still a virgin. And he told me that he hadn't gone with a Status Four man because they were hairy and only wanted to fuck."

"And the boy has a strong aversion to body hair, we found that out as well," SO15 confirmed, "Apparently his mother buys him quite good quality depil cream so he can stay smooth."

"He is wonderfully smooth," SO7 smiled, an image of a naked STr697 in his mind.

"But you can't keep him, 7. Cane him, fuck him and move on."

"Perhaps I could have him as a servant?" SO7 wondered.

"And the moment you made him that everybody would know he wasn't a servant and you had him as a fuck toy. Can't happen, 7, just can't happen."

"Why not? What about 43 and his young Status Four Boys' Adventure Organisation? Everyone knows he only runs that so he can fuck the boys!"

"The Under Ten Status Four Boys' Adventure Organisation is a properly constituted charity organisation," SO15 stated firmly, "Any Status Four boy of the requisite age may join and leave at will, as well you know."

"And 43 fucks every one of them," SO7 snorted, "He only runs it so he can get at under ten arse."

"Which is neither illegal nor against any social convention. Of course he fucks them, but he fucks all of them not just one particular boy! You can't keep seeing him, 7, not for more than another few weeks at the very most."

"Unless," SO7 said slowly to his brandy, "I can come up with some way of getting him into Status Two. I can have an affair with a Two, can't I?"

"Raise a few eyebrows, especially as it would be a Two who was a Four," SO15 agreed. "I'd do whatever I can with the Committee, of course, but it would have to be a fool-proof plan, 7. I can see that you're quite besotted with the boy, but you'll need more than that to convince the Committee. Obviously it's not illegal, but having an affair does take a boy out of circulation."

*

STr697 leaned against a tree in the town park; he had to lean against a tree because it was still much too painful to sit, but STr697 didn't mind that. He pushed his bum back against tree trunk to give himself a little reminder of the wonderful beating he'd had.

That hairbrush had really hurt! And the unbelievable contrast between the agony in his arse and the incredible sexual stimulation of having his hole eaten had been way beyond anything he'd ever dreamed about. Of course, the beating was sexy as well, it had made him spunk, but it was a different sort of sexy, and the way he'd been bitten all over was sexy in yet another different way and it wasn't just his bum that still hurt. His cock was still sore from the way SO7 had sucked it, using his teeth and chewing his foreskin. STr697 hadn't been able to wank since, and that, combined with his sore cock and bum, was making him feel super horny.

It was probably feeling horny that made him take notice of two Status One boys, clinched together and kissing on a bench several yards away. One looked to be a year or two older than the other, and they weren't just kissing! The older one plainly had a hand under the younger one's tunic having a good feel around up there.

There was nothing wrong with two boys enjoying themselves out in the open where anyone could see, but it wasn't something you saw everyday, and watching made STr697 begin to harden.

With his sore cock, that was a touch on the painful side, so, being the boy he was, the pain made STr697 harden even more.

The younger of the two boys, the one being felt up, saw Str697 watching and called out, "Hey, you. You want a proper look? My brother's going to suck me in a bit. Welcome to watch if you want."

The older boy looked up from nuzzling his brother's neck, "Sure. Come and watch. We don't mind." He whispered something in his younger brother's ear which made the boy giggle.

"He said he might not stop at just a suck," he giggled to STr697, "Might fancy changing the `s' for an `f'."

"I'm sorry," Str697 called, "I didn't mean to look. Honest. I just happened to see you, that's all. Sorry."

"Don't be daft," the older brother called back, "We don't mind being watched. And what you've seen already has made a bit of your dress poke out," he sniggered.

"I can't," STr697 stammered, "I'm..." he indicated his blue dress, "And you're..." he pointed at the white tunics of the two boys. "It wouldn't be proper."

"Sod being proper," the older boy snorted, "If you want to watch us getting it on, come and watch properly."

"But someone will see, and I'm a Three and I'll get reported."

"So you get reported, so what?" the younger, felt up boy sniggered, "Report goes to dad and he tells whoever reported you to go and do one."

"Dad's in charge of Morals," the older brother explained, "All that'll happen is he tells us to be more careful who we make friends with."

"But......" STr697 tried to object.

"Tell you what," the younger boy said, "Let's go somewhere where we can't be seen and you can sit and watch us suck and fuck."

"I won't be able to sit," STr697 blushed.

"Why not? Oh, just been fucked, have you?" the older boy enquired.

"Not exactly," STr697 blushed a bit more.

"What, then?"

STr697 thought the easiest way of explaining was by showing, so he made his way over to the cuddled up pair, turned his back on them and struggled up his tight fitting dress to reveal his now dark purple bruised arse.

"OH WOW!" the two brothers chorused.

"That must have really hurt!" the younger one couldn't keep the admiration from his voice.

"It did," STr697 confirmed, pulling his dress back down and turning to look at the brothers, "It made me scream. I loved it! And it made me spunk. And then I got eaten out after, and that was just amazing!"

"If that's your thing," the older boy shrugged, "Who did you?"

"I don't know his number, but he's quite important. Gold on his tunic," STr697 said shyly.

"You going with a top Status One? That is really cool," the younger brother breathed.

"Not `going with him', STr697 said, "He just likes to do me now and again."

Of course, the brothers wanted to know how it came about that STr697 was getting done by a top Status One and STr697 explained how it had happened, which seemed to get the brothers well worked up as they became in urgent need of a suck and fuck.

"Just watching, though," the older boy made clear, "No touching. Not cos you're a Three or anything, just that we only do each other. Don't mind others watching but we don't let anyone touch us."

"Always have," the younger one added, "Ever since we were little."

"Your thing's pain," the older one said, "Our thing is us."

"Okay," STr697 agreed – he wouldn't have dared to touch a Status One boy anyway – "There's a big clump of flowering shrubs that my dad has been working on, clearing spaces in them. He says they're ideal for someone to take a boy in," STr697 grinned a teenage boy's hormone fuelled grin.

"Oh, neat," the younger brother chirped, "Open air fuck spots. That's cool."

STr697's father had mentioned the half acre patch where rhododendrons had gone wild and crazy at supper one evening and had wondered aloud if it might be turned into an area where men could take boys to play, or even for just boys to play in – the State's strict sex segregation laws meaning the park was a male only one.

"Easy enough to create a dozen or so spaces in there," he mused, "Put down some decent turf in them. Flower walls and grass beds. Somewhere a bit different for a man to take a boy for a little fun, or even for boys to go and do what boys like doing."

When he'd been promoted to Status Three, STr697's father had asked to be given that patch to work on, sketched out a plan of his idea for his Status Two supervisor, who thought it was a brilliant use for what had become a bit of a floral eyesore, and it was to that now almost completed outdoor shag point that STr697 led his two new Status One acquaintances.

"This is brill!" the younger brother enthused as the three boys stood on soft green turf in a space enclosed by riotously flowering rhododendrons, and grabbed his brother to indulge in a lascivious tongue twirling kiss, right in front of a slightly embarrassed STr697, "I want you to fuck me in here every day!"

Even the very inexperienced STr697 could tell that the looks that passed between the two brothers were not the natural looks of lust alone, and felt a twinge of jealousy that he was an only child and didn't have a brother he could enjoy being a teenage boy with.

He stared with unconcealed and delighted desire at the two brothers, who had stripped off their white tunics to reveal their adolescent bodies and showed no shame or embarrassment at being the focus of STr697's attention.

Sure, STr697 enjoyed the uses the important man made of him – he knew exactly how much pain to inflict and how to mix pain with pleasure so STr697 had wonderful orgasms – but he'd really enjoyed the establishment boy he'd had, enjoyed thrashing him to screams and tears, enjoyed being sucked by him as he sobbed, enjoyed sucking his young teen cock and eating his delicious, sweet spunk, enjoyed fucking him and cumming up inside his young arse, and STr697 realised he'd love to have more sex with boys, even just plain, ordinary suck and fuck no punishment sex.

These two Status One brothers were nothing like the coarse, hairy Status Four boys he'd been brought up alongside, these were as wonderfully, delightfully smooth as the establishment boys whose images had populated his wank fantasies.

The younger one had to be about the same age as Str697, his lovely cock of a similar shape and size, though without the slight kink in the shaft; his brother was older, one year or perhaps two, and his cock was bigger and thicker. Both were hard, and both made STr697's mouth water at the thought of sucking them and of the delicious spunk they would be bound to spurt for him to eat.

"Like what you see?" the younger brother (who's name STr697 was later to learn was SO152) asked with a grin.

"I think you're beautiful," STr697 said, and meant it.

"So do we," the older brother (SO151 – Status One boys took their names from their fathers with the addition of a digit corresponding with their ages, the first born being `1' and so on.)

"We love each other," SO152 said, rather injudiciously, "Not just like brothers, I mean."

SO151 shot his brother a warning look, which STr697 intercepted and understood.

"It's alright," he hastened to reassure the brothers, "There's nothing wrong with incest, is there, and if it's something, well, more than just sex, that's nothing to do with me. Actually," STr697 blushed, "I think it's rather sweet."

SO151 breathed a relieved sigh. He'd just turned sixteen, only eleven months to go before he reached the upper age limit of consent, and his brother, at fourteen and a half, had two and a half years to go before he got to that, so whilst it was perfectly socially and legally acceptable for them to have as much sex with each other as they wanted now, in two and a half years it would not be that way.

The State's moral laws were strict, inflexible and rigidly enforced; seventeen was the age at which a boy became an adult, and homosexuality between adults was prohibited. An adult could have as much sex as he could get with a same gender minor, but not with a same gender adult.

It wasn't just socially unacceptable, it was illegal, and the most lenient sentence an offending adult could hope for was instant reduction to Doler Status. Adults of seventeen and nineteen would almost certainly be designated as Doler Studs, condemned to twenty years of heterosexual copulation in order to produce inmates for the boy and girl establishments and banned for life from any association with boys.

"You won't say anything, will you?" a still anxious SO151 asked.

"Course not!" STr697 indignanted in reply, "I'm Status Three now, but two weeks ago I was Status Four and I don't want to go back to being one of them again! And there's nothing wrong with incest, so there's nothing for me to blab about, is there? Anyway," he blushed again, "Like I said, I think it's sweet."

STr697 lay on the soft grass and watched SO151 suck his brother and eat his spunk before he fucked him, slowly, carefully and lovingly, and wished that his cock was a bit less sore so he could wank while he watched.

When the boys were done, STr697 eased out of his dress to reveal his own secret, the lust bite marks on his flesh still plainly visible. Of course there was nothing immoral or illegal about the way STr697 was used by the important man who had him, just as there was nothing immoral or illegal about two brothers publicly acting out their lust, but both instances were close to the borders of acceptability and that created a bond between them.

"For a Three who was brought up a Four," SO151 complimented STr697, "You are seriously cool. Obviously we've never had a Three as a friend before, and Dad wouldn't go for it if we were friends, but we can be sort of acquaintances if you like? Meet now and again in places like this?"

*

"Really, Dad," STr697 enthused to his father, "They were wild about those places you've made in the rhododendrons. I only came across then by chance when they were kissing on one of the park benches, and they obviously wanted to do more than just kiss, so I showed them where they could go if they wanted a secluded spot to fuck in, and when I saw them later, they both said it was brill."

Of course, STr697 did not include in his account that he'd gone with them and watched them fuck, or who they were and that they were more than just horny and in lust – there's no compulsion on a teenage boy to tell his father everything.

STr697's father was rightfully pleased and proud that his horticultural endeavours had met with teenage approval and had been put to the use for which they were intended.

SO7 had a different reaction when STr697 related his encounter to him while he was being gently played with. His bum and cock had recovered sufficiently for mild sexual use, though it would probably be at least another week before he was in any condition to be beaten again, being sucked and eaten out and sucking SO7 for spunk was perfectly possible and acceptable.

"Your father's idea? Making those spaces?" SO7 asked, playing with STr697's full balls.

"Yes," STr697 said as his balls were jiggled very nicely, "He thought it would be nice, making sort of flower rooms where men could wander in with a boy, or boys play games in together."

"And those two boys found it acceptable?"

"More than acceptable," STr697 said proudly, "They thought it was wonderful to be able to fuck surrounded by flowers."

"I wonder," SO7 thought out loud, making a mental note to investigate further when he'd finished with STr697, "Arse first or cock first?" he asked the boy.

"Arse, please," STr697 grinned, "Then after, you might want to stick a finger in me when you suck me off."

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