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 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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