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,
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Brave New
World
A fantasy by Ivor
Sukwell
Chapter Six
"You're
not really still a virgin, are you?" SO152 asked as the three boys, two Status
One and one Status Three amused themselves in one of the rhododendron
surrounded play spaces in the town park.
Two
white tunics were crumpled in a heap on the grass and a carefully folded blue
dress beside them; SO151 had said if they were all three naked, nobody would be
able to see any Status difference, and STr697 played idly with his now recovered
cock while the brothers played uninhibitedly with each other.
"152
gave up being a virgin when he was six," his brother announced. They'd given up
the socially correct use of alphabetical prefixes and used the informal way of using numbers only, something
STr697 found hard to do as he was so far below the brothers in social status.
"That
was because 151 was a horny devil at eight and couldn't wait any longer," SO152
sniggered.
"Like
you objected," SO151 teased.
"Nothing
to object to," SO152 sniggered, "You had so little I didn't even know you were
shagging me."
"Do
now!" SO151 flexed his ample cock.
"Mmmmmmm,"
SO152 grinned.
"Come
on 697, tell us how come you're still a virgin," SO151 insisted.
"If
you are one," SO152 sniggered.
"I
am, too," STr697 insisted vehemently, "Look, prove it to you!"
He
stood, turned his back on the two fondling brothers, bent and pulled apart his
arse cheeks. His pale brown and dark pink hole showed none of the usual puffiness or darker colouration normal for
well fucked holes, and the brothers had no choice but to accept that STr697 was
telling the truth when he said he was still a virgin, however unlikely that
seemed.
"You're
really going to notice it when your man goes in you," SO151 said quietly, "Man
cock going in that tight hole will hurt like crazy."
"I
hope so," STr697 grinned, "Wouldn't be any fun if it didn't."
"Unless
he whacks you first," SO152 giggled.
"He
better," STr697 sniggered, "But he's not my man. He's just a man who likes
doing me. I'm a Three and he's a One, so no way can I be his boy."
"It
shouldn't be like that, though," SO151 was sixteen and given to being somewhat
rebellious about what he perceived as social injustice, "The State has got it
all wrong there. Of course there has to be different social classes, Fours
aren't the same as Ones, are they? But that doesn't mean that some of them
don't have decent cocks, does it? You've got a lovely cock, 697, and you were
born a Four, so why shouldn't a Status One be allowed
to enjoy you if he wants?"
"He
can, though, can't he?" STr697 had been brought up to unquestionally accept all
the State's rules and laws, "A One man can have a Three or even a Four boy if he fancies him, have a bit of fun with him a few
times."
"But
that's the point," SO151 insisted, "He can only have him two or three times,
perhaps four or five at the very most."
"But
that's all he's going to want, isn't it? I mean, men want boys to fuck, don't
they? So once he's fucked a boy a time or two, he's had all he's going to get,
so it's only natural he'll want a different one." That was the way the State
worked, and STr697 saw nothing wrong with it. Of course, it only worked one
way; a higher Status man could help himself to same or lower Status boys, but
an adult Four was confined to boy Fours. Getting at higher Status boy arse was
prohibited, punished by being made a Doler.
STr697
saw nothing wrong with that either, it was just the way things were.
"But
what if he does want more?" SO151 persisted, "SO7 hasn't fucked you yet and
you've seen him three times now."
STr697
felt a little chill run through him; he didn't know the name of the Status One
man who was having him, so how did SO151 know it?
"It's
okay," SO151 said, seeing the look on STr697's pretty face, "It's not that
difficult to work out who he is. Everyone knows SO7 likes punishing boys, and
you sure have been punished!"
"I
knew he was important; all that gold on his tunic, but I never realised he was
that important!" STr697 said, a little sadly, "I'd never thought beyond him
just being someone who likes hurting boys and I love getting hurt so of course
I went with him. You've no idea how good he is with the cane, and last time,
when he bit me everywhere and really whacked my arse so hard with that
hairbrush – that was just wonderful! And the way he ate me out with my arse on
fire before he sucked me off with a finger up my hole! I suppose I'll never get
to find out what his cock feels like in me." STr697's eyes began to glisten,
tears not far away.
"He'll
want to fuck you before he stops seeing you," SO152 tried to be helpful,
"Everyone knows he likes whacking boys, but he's not a queer, he fucks them as
well."
"Spose,"
STr697 snuffled, "But he's seen me three times already. He won't want to risk
seeing a boy like me again."
"Why not?" SO151 said sympathetically, "You're a Three
now, not a Four. He can get at you a time or two more without questions being
asked."
"Spose,"
Str697 wiped a fist over his leaking eyes.
"He's
bound to fuck you before he dumps you," SO152 tried to be helpful and failed
miserably.
"Shut
up, 2" his brother hissed, shortening his name to the affectionate familiar of
the final digit, "You really aren't helping!"
"Sorry,
I'm sure!" the younger boy pouted, "I thought 697 wanted cock in him."
"Of
course he does. 697's not a queer like you are. He just wants SO7's cock,
that's all."
"I
do!" STr697 had a deep sniff, "But not just that. I want to be chained up
again, have him cane me in all sorts of interesting places. Make me spunk by
just hurting me."
"I'd
rather spunk up in 1's mouth," SO152 sniggered, and tried, a bit more successfully
to lighten the atmosphere, "Course, I spose I'd let you cane me if it turned
you on," he grinned at his older brother.
"Yeah,
I know you would," SO151 smiled at his younger brother, the affection between
them very plain, "Cos you love me. That your prob, 697? You got a thing going
for SO7?"
STr697
stopped thinking about crying for a bit in order to concentrate on an idea that
hadn't previously entered his head. Did he like SO7, or did he just like being
hurt by him?
"I
don't think so," he said slowly, working it out, "I really like the way he uses
me, and, I suppose, no, I don't suppose, I do, like it that he enjoys doing
stuff to me. It's almost as good in an odd sort of way knowing he likes to hear
me scream as it is being made to scream. Is that a bit queer?"
"Not
queer at all," SO151 smiled encouragingly, "I love fucking 2, but I love just
as much knowing how much 2 loves having my cock inside him."
"Oh,
fuck! Don't I just!" SO152 grinned.
"I
liked fucking that establishment boy," STr697 reminisced, "After I'd leathered
him and made him scream and cry of course, and I really liked his cock as well.
Feeling it, sucking it and eating his spunk."
STr697
found himself looking intensely at the two unavailable
boy cocks on show now and thought how nice it would be to have them both in his
mouth and eat the spunk that would squirt from them.
"Actually,"
he said slowly as he tried to work things out in his mind, "I think I might
like boys more. Boys do have really nice cocks," he grinned, "And it was ace
fucking one! But I like being punished as well. And punishing," he added for
good measure, "Making that establishment boy scream really made my balls
churn."
"Fucking's fab," SO152 sniggered, "But being fucked is even fabber."
"But
you two only fuck each other," Str697 surprised himself by finding it so easy
to talk with these two Status One brothers, though, he partly understood,
perhaps that was because they were all naked and so just boys, their Status
defining garments all on the grass, "If you like it so much, why don't you do
it with other boys as well?"
"We
just can't," SO151 said, looking at his brother who nodded in agreement, "It's
just the way we are. You've got a lovely cock," he nodded towards STr697's
semi, "And I'd ride it like a shot if it belonged to 2, but it doesn't, so I
don't want to ride it."
"We're
real queers," SO152 said, serious all of a sudden, "We only go for each other.
Always have, always will."
"And
you're the only person we've ever told that," SO151 said, "Others may well
suspect it. Dad, I know does."
"But
you can't!" STr697 knew more than enough about how the State worked to know
that the brothers couldn't carry on for ever like
that. Adult to adult homosexuality was the greatest crime of all.
"We
know we can't," SO151 said calmly.
"But
when 152 gets to seventeen!" STr697 looked at the two
brothers in something approaching horror.
"We've
got that all worked out," SO151 said as though he was talking about nothing
more than what they would do if it rained tomorrow, "Night before 2's
seventeenth birthday, we get a bottle of something strong and tasty, have a
bedroom party for two, swallow some pills and then fuck each other into
oblivion. Any luck and my cock will still be up inside 2 when they find our
bodies in the morning."
"You
can't!" STr697 gasped, really horrified now.
"We
can and we will," SO152 stated, "Two boy star crossed lovers. Perhaps one day
someone will write a play about us," the forbidden romanticism rather than the
reality appealing to his adolescent mind, which in itself showed just how queer
they were, love and romanticism having no place in Brave New World.
"That's,"
STr697 struggled for the right words to say, "That's beautiful and horrible at
the same time!"
"We've
still got more than two years of fun ahead of us," SO152 looked affectionately
at his brother, "So we're a lot better off than you. You've only got about two
weeks left."
*
SO7
knew he would be able to see and enjoy STr697 a time or two more at the most
and wondered, as he'd wondered all week since the idea came to him, why he was
doing this instead of chaining STr697 up and beating the spunk from him. He'd
enjoy doing that and the boy would enjoy it as well, so why had he decided to
do this instead?
He
knew the reason of course, SO7 was far too intelligent not to understand why he
was doing it but he blunted the edge of that understanding by pretending to
himself that it was just for the boy's entertainment, though even that was
going beyond the socially acceptable.
The
truth was that from the moment SO7 had watched that live feed from the establishment
when the then SF697 had leathered a boy, he'd wished that low status boy was
his.
SO7's
aversion to female flesh was so great that marriage, however conventional, had
never been a possibility for him, but if he had been able to force himself to
fuck a woman and produce a son, that son would have been a boy like STr697, a
boy who found pleasure in punishing and being punished.
He
would have beaten the boy of course, beaten screams from him and later, when
the boy was old enough to shoot, beaten the spunk from him as well, but he'd
have given him treats, treats like the one he was going to give STr697 today,
treats designed to be enjoyable, entertaining and educational.
That
was why he now had an establishment boy hanging in the chains STr697 would expect
to be fastened to, a boy of fifteen who they could enjoy together, share the
joint pleasure of inflicting pain on him to make him writhe and scream.
He
was doing this because he knew he liked STr697, liked him for more than the
simple pleasure of enjoying his adolescent body, liked him more than a Status
One man should like a boy from Status Three, liked him
perhaps more than any man should like a boy.
STr697
felt a buzz of excited anticipation run through him when SO7 took him to the
play room; the bruises from his last time hadn't completely faded yet but
STr697 felt confident that he was ready to be hurt again and was determined to
make it last longer this time, to take a lot more than just nine cane strokes
before he spunked.
His
mouth dropped open in surprise, and disappointment, when he saw there was a boy
already in the chains. True the boy looked delightful, naked and stretched
ready for punishment, but why was there a boy hanging there? Had SO7 had enough
of him already?
"Something
different today," SO7 said as STr697 stared at the chained up boy, "I thought
you might like to try your hand at punishing again so I had the establishment
send over a boy for us to play with together."
"But............."
a confused STr697 started to say.
"No
`buts'," SO7 couldn't restrain a smile at STr697's obvious confusion, "Your
marks haven't quite gone yet and it would be a shame to lay fresh ones over old
ones, so I've got in some nice, fresh, unmarked flesh for us to make pretty
patterns on."
"Oh,"
STr697 managed.
"I
thought you might like to learn how to use a cane," SO7 tempted.
"Oh,
yes please!" STr697 was easily tempted.
"And
of course, you can suck him and fuck him as well," SO7 added to the web of
temptation, "Rather a nice cock, don't you think?"
It
was a nice cock and STr697 definitely thought that it was a nice cock!
And
why shouldn't he think that? What had to be at least four or five inches of
quite thick, soft mid-teen cock hung down over decent sized balls between
chained apart thighs, everything smooth as all establishment boys were, the
cock looking much darker than the rest of the boy's skin, so much darker that
STr697 couldn't help thinking that was because it got wanked so often, which,
of course, it did.
SO7
smiled affectionately at STr697's obvious attraction to the chained up boy and
his cock, unaware until STr697 revealed the fact to him that his choice of boy
had been perfect.
"How
did you know?" STr697 breathed, his hormones starting to have a ball, "I always
try to look for him in the morning feeds. I wank lots thinking about him and
sucking his spunk out."
"Well,"
SO7 smiled more, "You can do that and lots more as well. I'm pleased you like
him; we've got him for the whole day so you can have lots and lots of all sorts
of fun with him."
"Can
we keep him chained up all day?" STr697 forgot social niceties and actually
asked for something, forgetting all about proper behaviour. He knew how
uncomfortable it had been to be in those chains for not much more than an hour,
and the thought of what the boy would suffer if he was kept chained and
stretched for a whole day made his cock stiffen.
"Of
course we can and will," SO7 put a hand on STr697's back and wondered why the
boy's warm, young teen skin felt so especially nice.
"And
you're going to teach me how to cane him?" STr697 had to ask.
"I
am," SO7 agreed, his hand sliding down STr697's back
to slender waist, relishing the feel of the firm softness. "I'm told he's a
fraction over six inches hard, which is pretty respectable for a fifteen. Would
you like to bring him up full?"
"Can
I? Oh, yes please!" STr697 gushed, "Do I cane him hard?"
"Later,"
SO7 smiled at the boy's eagerness, "But I'd like you to try sucking him hard to
start with. Bringing a boy to fullness with your mouth is really rather nice,
and something you ought to try."
"Suck
him from soft to hard? Oh, wow!" STr697's cock bounced in anticipation.
"It's
a nice way to wake a boy up when you have one overnight," SO7 explained, "Gets
his arse in the mood for your morning fuck."
STr697
imagined being woken up like that by SO7 and thought it would definitely make
him want to be fucked.
STr697
knelt down in front of the boy and, using his lips and tongue only, took his thickish softness into his mouth, where, naturally it began
to swell.
STr697
had only ever sucked one boy cock and one man cock (SO7's) before and they had
both been already hard when he got them in his mouth, and having one swell from
soft to hard on his tongue and between his lips was just amazing. Naturally
enough he wanted to keep it there until it fed him, but SO7 stopped him before
he became too greedy.
"We've
got him all day, remember," he reminded sucking STr697, "We don't want to dry
him out too soon, do we?"
STr697
came off, blushing at his obvious eagerness for boy cock.
"No,
Sir. Sorry, Sir," he muttered.
"Nothing
to be sorry about," SO7 ruffled STr697's hair, "Boy cocks are meant to be
enjoyed, we just don't want to empty his balls too soon, that's all."
"No,
Sir," STr697 agreed, taking another long look at the chained boy and thinking how
delicious his cock looked now it was hard, the foreskin retracted just enough
to reveal the dark pink tip.
"We'll
use the same sort of cane as I used on you," SO7 handed STr697 a cane, which he
swished a bit, remembering how much it had hurt; it had only taken nine swipes
to make him spunk after all. "Now, where do you think it'll hurt him the most?"
SO7 began STr697's education in the proper punishment of boys, "Where did you
leather that boy to make him scream his best scream?"
No
problem there for STr697! He wanked many times since over that high pitched
scream he'd got from the boy when he leathered the inside of his thigh.
"Inside
thigh," he said confidently.
"Inside
upper thigh," SO7 corrected, "The higher up you get the more sensitive a thigh
is."
STr697
nodded, understanding.
"Now,"
SO7 continued, "Look at the way he's chained. Do you think you'll be able to
cane his upper inner thigh properly the way he is now?"
STr697
stared and thought. The boy was hard now, so his cock wouldn't be in the way and
his balls were quite pouched up so he'd probably be able to miss those as well,
but he'd only be able to get the very tip of a cane directly onto the requisite
spot without it touching the front of the other thigh on the way.
"No,
Sir," STr697 admitted, "I'd only be able to do gentle flicks without hitting
his other leg first."
"So
if we don't want to be gentle, we need to get his legs further apart," SO7
approved and turned a switch that moved the floor hooks the boy's ankles were
fastened to further apart so the boy was stretched into a wide X shape.
The
ordinary chained position was quite uncomfortable, as STr697 knew from
experience, but this new, widely stretched one had to be more than just
uncomfortable and STr697's balls rolled about in their smooth sac as he watched
the new discomfort show on the chained boy's face.
Every
muscle in that boy's body was now taut and his adolescent shape was displayed
to perfection.
"We're
only going to use the soft, tender bits of him," SO7 explained, and demonstrated
with the tip of his own cane, "His inner thighs, obviously, his stomach, waist
and under his arms. Around the nipples, but not the nipples themselves; that
would be too much for him. And not cock or balls either. We want him screaming
but we don't want him passing out on us."
STr697
nodded in understanding; he wouldn't like having his nipples or his genitals
caned either.
"But
we're not just going to cane him," SO7 went on with his education of STr697,
"We're going to give him a little extra as well."
"Like
sucking him and fucking him?" STr697 cheeped hopefully.
"Those obviously," SO7 confirmed, "But something a little
more as well."
SO7
produced a cardboard box and handed it to STr697 who inspected the wording on
it.
TEEN TAMER
was printed on the box, and under it, Control your teenage boy with regular use of
Teen Tamer. For use by Status One only.
Intrigued,
STr697 removed the lid to reveal a very lifelike looking artificial cock. It
looked real, and when STr697 lifted it from the box it felt like a real cock as
well! Even the balls felt like real balls and could be jiggled!
"An
SO1, grandfather of the present SO1, had the original made," SO7 said as STr697
manually admired the lifelike properties of the artificial cock, "A perfect
replica of his son's cock. Apparently, so the story goes, the boy was rather
over-fond of being fucked. So much so that he was unlikely to confine himself
to Status One boys, so the father had the original made and stuck it in the boy
for a day or two whenever it seemed as though his hormones might get the better
of him. It's programmable to remain inside and quiet, or to switch to fucking
mode at regular or random intervals. This one's a latest model and it will just
say quiet inside an arse until the interior arse muscles twitch and spasm in a
certain way and then it will fuck, anything from deep,
slow and gentle to rabid rabbit. I've programmed this for random fucking, give
him the entire fuck range but in no specific order. Caning him will get his
insides to turn it on."
"Oh,
wow! That's amazing!" STr697 enthused.
"The
special section in the Boy Toy department of the State Research Laboratory is
always trying to find ways to improve boy enjoyment," SO7 shrugged, "Everything
from better canes to artificial cocks. Would you care to do the honours and
stick it in him?"
Indeed
STr697 would and did! He lubed up the artificial cock and, guided by SO7,
inserted it.
The
boy's stretched out position meant that the muscles of his arse cheeks were
taut, his buttocks rigid, but as he was stretched with his legs wide apart, his
crack was open enough for the cock to be pushed between them.
"Just
shove it firmly in," SO7 instructed, "He's had cock inside him hundreds of
times before, so it'll go in easily enough."
And
so it did, though the boy still winced at the entry despite the number of times
he had been fucked in his five years in the establishment.
"You
go first," SO7 said, picking up his cane, "Thigh, underarm and then stomach,
and no need to be gentle."
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