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 Seven

 

STr697 and SO7 sat in SO7's large and luxurious kitchen diner, eating a very late lunch of expensive pizza. STr697 was a little tired; he'd used up a lot of his young teen energy in beating the boy SO7 had brought to entertain them, caning him hard, and fucking him twice as well.

Being fifteen, the boy couldn't manage young boy alto screams, but he'd produced some really lovely contralto ones when he'd been caned, high pitched enough to please STr697. SO7 had turned on a web cam before they left the boy hanging and went for their late lunch and his life-sized image adorned the screen in SO7's kitchen diner.

From knees to shoulders, the front of the boy's body was wonderfully covered with a criss-cross mass of red cane stripes, almost no white skin left even as a background for the patterns they'd made on him.

STr697 kept looking at the screen, his twice spunked cock still managing a degree of hardness as he pondered the delightful thought of how much the boy must be hurting. SO7 had wound him up just a bit tighter when they left for their lunch, putting a bit extra strain on shoulders and leaving him on the balls of his stretched apart feet to support his weight. That alone would be enough to send wonderful waves of agony through him, scramble the boy's mind as he tried to sort one agony from another – the not-quite-unbearable pain from his stretched out body from the residual hurts of his extensive caning.

STr697 had never had such an enjoyable morning – even the leathering of that establishment boy paled when compared with the fun he'd had caning this boy, leaving burning red stripes on pale white flesh until there was no pale white flesh left to leave red marks on. Under SO7's careful tutorage, he'd caned the boy's thighs, fronts, outsides and insides, his stomach, waist and underarms, getting wonderful screams from him, especially when he managed to land his cane exactly on an already red stripe.

SO7 hadn't let him cane the boy's chest in case, SO7 had said, he got a bit carried away and hit a nipple by mistake, and STr697 was forced to admit to himself that he probably would have done that because he had got really carried away by how much he was enjoying himself.

The fucks had been amazing as well. It hadn't been easy to get in a position where he could get his cock in the boy's arse, and because the boy's arse cheek muscles had been absolutely rigid, he'd had to really force his cock between them, but that had only made the fucks better.

Once he found the hole he went in easily enough, because, of course, the boy had had that artificial cock inside him, fucking him all the time they'd been caning him, and that had been real fun to watch as well, seeing the boy's face screw up in shock as some involuntary twitching of an inside muscle turned the cock on.

He'd had so much fun!

For some reason STr697 suddenly thought of the two Status One brothers who had been so nice to him, letting him watch them fuck and even having him as a sort of friend, which of course they shouldn't do as he was only a Status Three.

STr697 was the perfect example of the reason why use of the TEEN TAMER was common in Status One households; an hour or two every day of one of those buzzing away up his arse and a boy never got round to meaningless and possibly socially damaging romantic thoughts; his adolescent body and therefore his impressionable adolescent mind rapidly developed a craving for cock and all his energies became concentrated on where the next one was coming from.

The State in general, and Status One in particular, did all it could to discourage emotional attachments. Of course it was accepted that a man and boy may have some such sort of attachment for a brief while – a week or so when the boy had the only arse a man was interested in and the boy had a similar attraction to the cock that fucked him; sexually based attractions of such a nature were well known to improve the quality of the fucks – but once a man had been in the same arse a few times and the boy had been filled by the same cock, both would find the attraction fade and want to move on to something new. Similarly when a boy was fucking with another boy – they may be very good friends and really enjoy each other's company as well as cocks and arses, but both would naturally want to try different cocks and arses and be encouraged by their parents to do so. Their teenage friendship may continue, they may still use each other's cocks, mouths and arses, but it would not be exclusive use.

Exclusive use was what the State was anxious to discourage, and for two very good reasons. One was the simple mathematical fact that there was a natural limit to the number of boys available for fucking and any boy removed from that available number by being the exclusive bed property of another – man or boy – reduced the number of arses that could be used, and nobody questioned the self-evident fact that men needed boys to fuck.

True, the State had made some provision for this by creating the establishments for the offspring of Dolers so there was always a stock of boys available to rent (and, of course, girls for women) but the human species is by nature predatorial and men preferred to hunt down their boy fucks rather than purchase them by the hour, and such is the way nature and evolution designed things, boys like to be prey and to be hunted.

The State was a meritocracy, and any citizen could rise up a Status or even more by merit, and also move the other way if they lacked it, or be reduced to Dolers if they broke the Law or lost their jobs, but it is the nature of meritocracies that those who rise to the top make every effort to protect their Status, and the possibility that a Status One man may become so infatuated with a boy of lower Status and go to the lengths of adopting him so he could have that boy in his bed every night, and by doing so rise him to Status One, was a possibility that Status One could not abide.

That was why inter-Status sex was frowned upon; acceptable for an occasional fuck but not for more than the occasional fuck.

STr697 had been born and brought up a Status Four, and though naturally like everyone else, he knew the Law and the conventions, he had not had the benefit of having emotion trained out of his libido by something like a TEEN TRAINER, and, even worse, his father had not indulged in proper incest with him so he had no knowledge or understanding of what it was to be fucked for the simple pleasure of being fucked.

Foolish, romantic notions had no restraints and easily found room to grow, so it wasn't surprising that STr697 found himself attracted to the man who punished him so wonderfully and imaginatively and had now been so generous in providing a chained up boy and taught him how to extract real screams from his tormented body.

STr697 was not a stupid boy and he knew he could not and must not entertain any ridiculous ideas that he was anything more to SO7 than boy flesh to enjoy for a short time, but his untrained emotions were troubling his adolescent mind and he gave vent to them in the only way he believed to be acceptable and possible.

"I met two brothers in the park," STr697 said as he watched various expressions of agony flit across the face of the image of the chained up, cane striped boy hanging in SO7's boy play room, "They let me watch them fuck in one of those outdoor fuck spaces my dad has made in that big patch of rhododendrons."

SO7 was only listening with half an ear, his concentration on the silky smooth boy thigh he was fondling and wondering if he should treat himself, and the boy, to the pleasure of marking up those thighs again and caning the spunk from his delightful cock.

SO7 was well aware he shouldn't be just wondering about that; he should take STr697 back to the play room, make him stand facing the chained up hurting boy, put his hands behind his head and stay in that position while the spunk was caned from him to spurt on the marked up flesh of the stretched out establishment boy.

That would be the proper thing to do, even more so because, despite all the pain they'd inflicted on him, the chained boy had not been brought to orgasm, he hadn't even spunked when STr697 fucked him, and SO7 did so like to watch spunk spurt from an untouched boy cock.

So why didn't he do just that? SO7 quelled the disturbing thought that STr697 was somehow something more than just a boy to enjoy a few times, and switched his concentration to what STr697 was saying, more as a distraction from disturbing thoughts than out of any interest in his words.

"They're brothers. I can't say who they are because they're Status One and I don't want to get them into trouble for being a bit friendly to a Status Three, and they are friendly to me, even though they shouldn't be, and it's really sad because they intend to kill themselves the night before the younger one's seventeenth birthday because they can't live with not being able to have sex with each other anymore."

The words gushed out from STr697 because saying them took his mind off the confusion in his head about SO7 and they also took SO7's mind off all thoughts of caning STr697 again.

Two Status One brothers who invited a lower Status boy to watch them fuck? Not to share him, use his mouth and his arse, which would have been perfectly normal and unremarkable behaviour, even if it was illegal, not even to get at his cock and amuse themselves by bringing him off between them, but to let him watch them fuck!

It couldn't be!

"They only do it with themselves; they say they know they're queers because they can't bear the thought of anyone else even touching them," STr697 burbled on, "They don't even let their father anywhere near their cocks and they're going to kill themselves because it's illegal for them to fuck when they're adults and they'll be made Doler studs and that's just too horrible to even think about."

It was! Only two Status One boys, almost certainly only two boys of any Status, fitted STr697's description. SO15's boys!

SO7 lost all interest in caning STr697, even lost interest in the agonised boy hanging in the chains in his play room; there was something of far greater importance to think about than the mere simple pleasures offered by punishing boy flesh.

SO7 resorted to the standard adult practise when faced with awkward questions from teen or pre-teen boys; he pretended that the matter wasn't important.

"Any number of boys get caught up in fraternal incest," he said, attempting to dismiss STr697's concerns as just a normal, everyday thing, "Boy sleeps with his brother every night so of course he had lots of sex with him, and if he's not getting anything anywhere else, naturally he gets a bit fixated on his brother's cock or arse. It's quite a common phase that many brothers go through, but it is only a phase and soon disappears when they find other cocks and holes."

STr697 wasn't convinced by that explanation, but, his mind told him, he didn't have a brother so he'd never been able to indulge in fraternal incest, so perhaps SO7 was right. STr697 looked back at the screen which showed the chained and stretched boy in delightfully serious discomfort, and his attention was drawn to the boy's cock once more.

STr697 knew beyond a shadow of doubt that if he was chained and stretched like that, the pain in his shoulders growing by the minute, he'd be up rock solid, probably spurt a load any second as the agony increased, but this boy was really soft, and STr697 wondered how that could possibly be.

He wanted to go back, cane the boy some more – they hadn't touched his back yet and STr697 had the wonderfully erotic thought of caning him on the backs of his knees. That was a super sensitive spot and the pain would make the boy scream magnificently and make him try to take the weight off his feet as well and that would put even more strain on his shoulders and it would be brill to watch the effects of that on his face.

Perhaps that might even make his cock go hard.

Then, showing a sophistication well beyond his fairly innocent fourteen years, STr697 wondered what it would do to the boy's brain if he was sucked off while he was in that much pain; which would be the dominant emotion – the pleasure of being sucked to orgasm or the pain of his caning and stretching?

STr697 should not have asked for anything, but he broke the social rules unthinkingly; he was fourteen and far from being sated yet; he'd caned the boy, fucked him twice but he hadn't had his spunk yet and STr697 wanted to taste fifteen year old spunk.

"Can I cane him again?" STr697 begged, "Cane the back of his legs, right behind his knees and then suck his spunk out? I've only had thirteen spunk and yours and I want to try his. See if fifteen spunk tastes different."

SO7 smiled affectionately, worries about SO15's boys evaporating for the moment as he thought how perfect STr697 would be to have as a son. The boy had all the right instincts, untrained as yet instincts of course, but some understanding of the exquisite combination of pain and pleasure seemed to be natural to him. The hours of fun they could have together, tormenting the bodies of boys in chains with a cane and using them for sexual gratification while they sobbed and howled. STr697 was the perfect boy for SO7.

"Of course you can," SO7 agreed, relieved that STr697 seemed to have forgotten about SO15's sons in his eagerness for more enjoyment. "You'll find that all spunk has a slightly different flavour," he explained as he would have done to his son if he'd had one, "Thinner but sweeter from boys just starting to spunk, much thicker, stronger and more bitter from adults. The more you taste the better trained your palate will become and you'll learn which you like the best. In fact," he said confidentially, "When you've had lots more, got used to the various flavours, you'll be able to suck a boy off blindfolded, and be able to tell his age just from the taste of his spunk."

"Which do you like best?" STr697 had to ask from simple boyish curiosity.

"For me, fourteen is the best vintage," SO7 smiled, squeezing warm, smooth boy thigh, "Starting to get quite thick but still having a distinctive sweetness. But, of course, I haven't tasted adult spunk since I was sixteen."

"If you like fourteen, you can have as much of mine as you want!" STr697 asserted happily, boyishly delighted that SO7 liked his spunk, "Mine will be fourteen for months yet."

*

STr697 was a normal healthy boy, his physical development consistent with his age; he was a centimetre or two above average height, desirably slender, his legs long but with an eye-catching definition of muscle in the curves of the thighs, his buttocks were firm and pleasingly rounded, his balls nicely pouched and of sufficient size to please the hand of any man or boy who jiggled them, his sperm output in the upper percentile of satisfying acceptability and remarkably consistent in quantity for up to six orgasms a day.

The cock it spurted from was perhaps a quarter of an inch above the age average in length and a similar dimension less than average in girth. (The State used metric measurement for everything apart from cocks, where the old Imperial system was still employed for aesthetic reasons – a sixteen and a half centimetre long fourteen year old cock is a statistic, a five inch one is mouthwatering)

STr697's natural tendency to girlyness, much encouraged by his doting mother, who wished that she had been blessed with a daughter as well as a son – and would have made considerable incestuous use of if she had one – together with his strong predilection, if until recently unsatisfied, a liking for pain as a sexual outlet, ought to have meant that STr697 should have been in strong demand and frequent use long before he became a teen but his strong aversion (it was actually an allergy) to body hair combined with his being brought up as a Status Four meant that he had developed no real childhood friendships.

Status Four pre-teens were the prey for older Status Four boys who used them relentlessly, and that, combined with inevitable incest, meant that pre-teen boys in Status Four had little time and no wish to develop friendships with other pre-teens who, obviously, had cocks insufficiently grown to provide any pleasure to mouth or arse, when the real things were queuing up to get at them.

A full and complete medical examination of the then SF697 would have revealed clinically disturbing evidence of `Sperm Intake Deficiency', a medical condition that had been almost completely eradicated in the State, a condition that the now STr697's mind had recognised at the subconscious level, and at the conscious level had given him the urge to suck as many cocks as he could.

A specialist boy psychologist would have regarded STr697 as a classic case; deprived of proper sperm intake as a child by his allergy to body hair and being in Status Four where such hair was the rather disgusting norm, and now presented with acceptable cocks to suck, STr697 had swung from self-imposed abstinence to a desire for unlimited indulgence, and the recommendation would have been that STr697 should join the real world and suck as many cocks as he could get his mouth round.

Fortunately for STr697, his two new acquaintances, the Status One brothers, were highly intelligent boys and rapidly realised that STr697 was cock and spunk deprived, and being the thoughtful and kind natured boys they were, they decided that although they could not use their own cocks as they were pledged to exclusive life-long fraternal incest, they knew a boy who would be more than willing to assist.

SO974 was the sixteen year old fourth son of SO97, and being the fourth son, his cock had been in constant use since long before it was capable of producing any fluid rewards for sucking it.

Even by the standards of the State, SO974 was a promiscuous youth, his cock always anxious to get in any open boy mouth, and when SO151 suggested he might like to get sucked off by a seriously girly Status Three of fourteen, SO974 couldn't wait for it to happen.

His father, SO97 was a leading light in the right wing Citizen's Rights faction, a definite misnomer for a faction who were concerned solely with the sexual rights of Status One men, and whose main platform was that Status One adult males should have inalienable rights to the bodies of all boys and youths of legal age from a lower Status, and that an amendment to the Constitution should be made to remove the necessity of such boys consenting to use being made of them.

The Founding Fathers of the State had, after much consideration, laid down in the original Constitution that parental consent was needed before a boy below the age of ten could be used. Obviously this did not interfere with a boy being used for incestuous purposes as a father would naturally give himself consent, and its purpose was reasonably and rightly designed to prevent an easily seduced eight or nine year old desirable little item being devirginalised prematurely when his father had been intending saving the delicious morsel for a tenth birthday fuck, and being deprived of that by the cock of a thoughtless neighbour would inevitably lead to dispute and even bloodshed.

That had many years ago been revised by the `Use of Boys' amendment that stipulated the only legal consent required was that of the boy, regardless of his age, and the Citizen's Rights faction wanted that amendment amended to read that `All boys, being boys of lesser Status than Status One, are deemed by reason of their Status alone to have given their consent to sexual use by Stauts One adults by being boys.'

The more liberal minded State government maintained that such an amendment was not required as the State run establishments provided boys who could be used for any desired sexual purpose, and that removing the necessity for a citizen boy's consent to being used would have a serious economic effect on State income, reduce the State's ability to provide for Dolers and, subsequent to that, reduce the number of boys in establishments, thus causing widespread citizen discontent.

For SO974, the embarrassment, not to say anger, he would cause his ultra-conservative, hard right father by getting his cock in a Status Three boy mouth was far too delightful a prospect for him to decline.

SO974's remark, back when the boys were not yet teens, "I'm queer for boy mouth and you two are queer for each other," had been the basis of a lasting friendship between them, SO974's elaboration that his cock wasn't all that interested in arse but just craved boy mouth, sealing the deal.

"He's a Three?" SO974 asked, licking his lips, "I've been gobbled by just about every Status One teen, and by a few Status Two, but never had my cock in a Status Three mouth. And he's fourteen, you say?"

SO974 never made any attempt to conceal that, not only was he queer for boy mouth, he was seriously bent in wanting only teen boy mouth.

"Fourteen," SO151 confirmed, "And way girly as well. You'd swear he was a girl with his make-up on and in his dress. It's only the way his bulge shows that tells you he's actually a boy."

"Oooooohhhhhh, fuuuukk," SO974 groaned, "You've just got no idea how sexy that is! A flat-chested girl with slender legs and a cock is the stuff wanks are made of!"

"Are they?" SO151 pretended innocence, "We wouldn't know. We've never had a wank, have we, 2?" he winked at his brother.

"Not our own cocks, no," SO152 kept his voice serious, "Is it any good, 974, doing it for yourself?"

"Fuck off, perverts," SO974 grinned cheerfully, "You gonna line him up for me, then?"

"Say three this afternoon at the rhododendrons?" SO151 suggested.

"I'll be there!" SO974 confirmed, "Can't wait to see my Dad's face when he sees my cock with lipstick on it and I tell him I got sucked off by a girly Three!"

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