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 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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