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,
read about Noddy and Big Ears instead. And if you are
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Brave New
World
A fantasy by Ivor
Sukwell
Chapter Eight
"Ah,
7, good of you to join me," SO15 smarmed when a youthful Status Two waiter
showed SO7 to the table he had booked in a very exclusive and expensive Status
One only restaurant.
The
boy waiter's light green tunic was enticingly short, too short to completely
conceal his `dish of the day', which was, of course, totally deliberate. The
boy waiters, though not actually on the menu – that would have amounted to
prostitution which was illegal – were available for intimate service of
post-prandial coffee and brandy if required, which they frequently were.
The
Law required boys to be sixteen before they could be employed in full-time work,
so he was a couple of years too old to interest SO7 and a bit more than that as
far as SO15 was concerned, but the head of his boy cock was visible, so
naturally both important Status One men looked at it.
"You
know," SO15 remarked, "Perhaps we really should take a good look at employment
law. Bring it down to twelve, maybe."
"Eating
here every day would cost you a fortune," SO7 shrugged, more interested in the
boy's legs than in the inch of cock on display, "Fourteen, perhaps, and with
nicely marked up thighs."
"Marked
up by you," SO15 nodded.
"Naturally,"
SO7 agreed.
The
boy waiter showed no reaction to these remarks, he was well used to suggestive
comments from diners and these two men would clearly not wish for any
additional services with their coffee and brandy.
"Something
you might be interested in," SO15 casually remarked as he dug into superbly
presented Dover Sole, "43 took a young Four to that rhododendron place your
boy's father has made. Seems the boy was interested in joining 43's adventure
scheme but wasn't all that sure about full commitment, if you know what I
mean."
SO7
did know what SO15 meant. "Bit on the young side for proper membership?" he
asked.
"Depends
how you look at it," SO15 ingested more sole, "Getting on for eight, so I hear,
well into 43's range. Anyway, he took the boy there for his interview and
apparently the boy said that he was so impressed by the idyllic surroundings
that he wished to join up there and then,"
"I'm
surprised that any Status Four boy, let alone one that's not yet eight, would
know a word like `idyllic'," SO7 remarked dryly.
"I
believe an actual transcript of the event would be, `Cor,
mister! If I join up do I get fucked in places like this?' but whatever his
actual words, the boy offered up his arse on the spot."
"Such
is the power of flowers," SO7 said, "Perhaps cherry blossom would be more
appropriate." SO15 appeared not to notice the irony and pushed on with what he
had to say.
"The
point is, 7, that the place is proving to be very
popular. It seems that quite a number of boys are using it as well as being
taken there to be used in it."
"So
the creator of that flower strewn outdoor fuck spot is unlikely to be reverted
to Status Four and I'm at liberty to cane his boy a few more times. Is that
what you're trying to tell me, 7?"
"It
could be even better for you than that," SO15 teased out his news, "The
Citizens' Rights faction is objecting to all-Status use and is pushing for it
to become Status One only."
"And
how would that affect me?" SP7 enquired, "I am not likely to use it. My
particular form of boy enjoyment tends to be a shade noisy to be conducted in a
place like that. And, surely, that would defeat the object of it, wouldn't it?
Isn't the whole point of it that it is a place where a man can take a boy for
some innocent fun? I hesitate to use the word `romantic' for obvious reasons, but,
let's say, it provides a congenial atmosphere for a boy to be fucked in."
"And
is proving to be very popular for that reason," SO15 agreed, "But the thought
did occur to me that similar Status exclusive places could be developed. One
for just Status One, for example, would be a vast improvement on the gatherings
we now have. Boys wishing to be seduced could just wander there and men looking
for a boy just happen to find one there. All legal and open and everyone is happy."
"And for the boys and men not in Status One?" SO7 objected, "Are they not going to
feel a little deprived?"
"Not
if four such places are constructed," SO15 was plainly pleased with his own
idea, "One for each Status and the existing one kept as an all-Status place."
"Nice
idea," SO7 agreed, "But the costs would be prohibitive. The State simply could
not afford it."
"Economics
was never your strong point, was it, 7?" SO15 gloated, "The whole Council is
only too aware that the costs of housing and feeding the
current number of Dolers is putting severe
strain on our resources. We simply have to reduce the Doler
population, and a Five Year Plan like this would mean a lot of labour would be
needed."
"You
can't just randomly reduce Doler numbers," SO7
protested, "Doler population has to be kept above a
critical level. If there aren't enough breeding Dolers
the supply of boys and girls to the establishments will dry up,
and the social consequences of that will be disastrous!"
"No,
no, no," SO15 waved a finger at SO7, "That's the beauty of a Five Year Plan. We
give temporary Four status to all the Dolers we need
for labour. All their offspring currently in an establishment will remain there
as their parental Status change is only temporary, and with all their extra
income, the Dolers we use will breed like rabbits and
in ten years time we'll have a bumper crop of boys to use as the parents will
be Dolers again."
"I
can see you've thought it out," SO7 contemplated SO15's suggested plan, "But I
don't see how this gives me more opportunity to enjoy the boy."
"Simple!"
SO15 crowed, "The State runs an open competition for the best designs, and your
boy's father wins it, and as a prize he gets elevated another Status. No
problem you having a brief affair with a Status Two boy, is there!"
"No,"
SO7 agreed, "But his father would have to win such a competition first."
"Which
he will," SO15 stated emphatically, "I floated the germ of the idea to SO185,
and you know how ambitious he is! Of course, I said that it was a rather off
the wall idea and the Council would probably never go for it and it would have
to come from a young man wanting to make a name for himself. He swallowed it
whole. He's already thinking of blue memorial plaques at the entrances to his
new fuck gardens. Talking of how much the State will be improved. New tramways to each of the gardens, vastly improved infrastructure.
By the time he's worked it all out and presented his ideas to the Council and
used his silver tongue on them, there won't be a single objecting voice, and
you'll be able to whack that boy of yours as much as you want."
*
STr679
was nervously excited, butterflies having a ball in his stomach. He'd told his
two new friends about SO7 saying that you could tell a boy's age by the taste
of his spunk and they'd so generously offered to provide a sixteen for him to
try. Of course, the sixteen would be Status One and that made sucking him
illegal for both STr679 and the boy he was going to suck as juvenile
inter-Status sex was prohibited, but STr697 was fourteen and he'd only just
discovered the delights of sucking cock and he wasn't going to let any Law get
in the way of him getting his mouth round another one.
The
brothers had told him to get himself as girly looking as he could and his
mother had really done her very best, delighted that her son had found a boy to
go with at last. Looking girly wasn't difficult for STr697 at the worst of
times, but by the time his mother had finished with him it was only the bulge
at the front of his form-fitting dark blue dress that gave away his actual gender.
Of
course, STr697 hadn't let on to his parents that the boy he was going to meet
was a Status One because, naturally, they would have stopped him from going,
but when he met up, as planned, with the brothers by the rhododendrons, the
butterflies started to get seriously active.
"I
don't know," he said hesitantly, "He's Status One, isn't he?"
"So
what if he is?" SO152 shrugged, "He's got a cock and wants to have it sucked."
"But........."
STr697 stammered.
"Nothing
to worry about," SO151 reassured the nervous boy, "He's already in there, so
no-one will guess that you're going in to suck him, and we'll keep a look-out
in case anyone comes near."
"Holy
fucking arseholes!" sixteen year old SO974 expostulated when he set eyes on
STr697, his always eager cock hardening almost instantly, "I'd never have
believed anyone could be as tasty as you!"
STr697
blushed furiously.
"Man!"
SO974 breathed, his cock pushing out the front of his tunic, "Wank fantasy come
true! A fucking girl with a cock!"
STr697
blushed even more, and thought that, despite the brothers keeping a look-out,
as the situation was fraught with danger, he ought not to hang about and
reached for the zip of his dress so he could slither out of it.
"Fuck,
no!" SO974 almost yelled, "You fucking keep that on! I want this as dirty as
possible! Get on your knees and get sucking!"
STr697
had to wriggle his dress up to his hips in order to be able to get down on his
knees, and that, of course, brought his own hard young cock out into the open.
SO974
was far more interested in mouth than he was in cock, but a boy who looked like
a girl on his knees with his cock sticking up and out really was the stuff of
erotic dreams for SO974 and he hoiked up his tunic,
grabbed STr697's head and shoved it cockwards.
STr697
forgot all about Law and opened his mouth for the wonder waiting for him.
At
sixteen, SO974's cock had done all the growing it was ever going to do and
STr697 had more than six magnificent boy inches to slaver on, and slaver on
them he did.
It
was only his third boy cock and the biggest yet by some way, but not as thick
as SO7's and STr697 coped well enough. He took as much in as he could, managing
to defy his gag reflex enough to get his lips down to where there weren't any
hairs to spoil things, but, fortunately for him, SO974 wanted to be sucked not
to fuck a throat and STr697 only did that a couple of times to prove to himself
that he could take a whole older boy cock if he had to.
He
used lip covered teeth to peel SO974 enough for his tongue to swash over
super-sensitive head, being rewarded by deliciously sweet dribbles from SO974's
slit which set off a cock sucking chain reaction. The more STr697 swirled his
tongue round SO974's cock head, the more sweet dribbles came from the slit, and
the more STr697 tasted those delicious dribbles the more he wanted, so the more
he worked SO974's exposed glans with his tongue.
It
wasn't long before STr697 had Status One boy balls in one hand and Status One
boy bum cheek in the other while his mouth relished Status One boy cock. The
cock itself didn't taste any different from the other cocks STr697 had sucked,
but the sweet dribbles that came out of it were both new and delicious and
STr697 was soon wondering what the spunk would taste like.
For
his part, SO974 was hanging onto his spunk as determinedly as he could, which
under the circumstances wasn't an easy thing to do. Getting sucked off by a
boy, who if you didn't look below the waist just had to be a girl, and doing it
standing in the open air, as dirty a way of doing it as SO974 could think of,
was making his boy held balls churn until he couldn't hold back any longer and
spurted his load in STr697's greedy mouth.
STr697
made the most of a really decent load of thick, creamy spunk, rolling it around
in his mouth to extract the maximum flavour before allowing it to trickle down
his throat.
It
wasn't as much as SO7 shot in his mouth, but it was definitely much more tasty
and STr697 was sure it was a different flavour, certainly from the thirteen
year old establishment boy he'd sucked, and maybe from the fifteen as well, but
both those boys had been thoroughly beaten before they were sucked and STr697
didn't know if whacking a boy altered the flavour of his spunk.
He'd
have to ask SO7 if it did.
"He's
fucking good," SO974 told the brothers, who now they didn't need to keep watch
any longer, had joined STr697 and SO974 in the rhododendrons. As they were all
now dressed, cocks hidden from sight as much as they could be considering the
length of their tunics, and in STr697's case, his dress, they were not doing
anything actually illegal. "You ought to try him," he said to the brothers,
grinned, and added, "Only joking. Know it's not your thing."
"What
about you, 697, any good for you?" SO151 asked.
"I
loved it!" STr697 gushed, "Thank you so much! I'm sorry if it wasn't the best,"
he said to SO974, "I've only sucked three before so I know I'm no good at it
yet."
"Need
more practice," SO974 said with a straight face, and then with a huge grin
added, "Practice with my cock any time you want."
STr697
blushed once again. It was a really nice, kind offer, but he was a Three and
the cock belonged to a One.
"Wish
I could!" he said and meant it.
"Forget
fucking Status!" SO974 switched from being a randy, horny teen to being a rebel
adolescent, "Me and these two are rebel queers! And they tell me you're a queer
as well. They're queer for each other, I'm queer for boy mouth and you're queer
for pain. We can have a rebel queers club!"
STr697
considered the possibility that he was a queer and decided that, bit queer
perhaps, but not fully queer.
"I
do like pain," he admitted, "It makes me spunk when I'm beaten. I like hurting
boys as well, making them scream and cry. Have you tried being sucked off by a
crying boy," he asked SO974, "You should. It's really amazing! But I've sucked
and fucked boys, well, only fucked two and sucked three now, and I really like
doing that as well, so I'm probably not a full, proper queer."
"Queer
enough for me," SO974 declared, "And, tell you what, you get hold of a boy to
beat, whack him to sobs and I'll shove my cock in his mouth."
STr697
giggled. "Would be fun," he agreed, "And I'll fuck him when you've finished."
*
SO7
was a little concerned; SO15 would never, he was sure, go to such enormous
lengths just so SO7 could have a socially acceptable affair with a boy who had
not long ago been a Status Four. There had to be some ulterior motive. It
wasn't even that they were close friends; SO7 couldn't recall ever having sex
with SO15 when they were boys. They'd probably had a few sucks, maybe a fuck or
two, but certainly nothing out of the ordinary, nothing worth remembering.
And
now their tastes in boy pleasure were completely different, SO7 liked to make
them scream, and thought that fourteen year old screams were the best screams,
while SO15 liked being fucked by them and he liked the cocks that fucked him to
be a lot younger than fourteen.
SO7
didn't care at all what the Status was of a boy he had in chains, while SO15
wouldn't contemplate any boy cock that wasn't Status One; they really had
nothing at all in common.
SO15's
motives were concerning because SO7 couldn't fathom what they were, but more
concerning still were the effects that creating four new, what SO15 called
`Fuck Gardens' would have on the stability of the State.
The
Founding Fathers had designed and created the State with meticulous care, a rigidly
stratified society with Dolers at the very bottom,
people supported by the State at only a fraction above subsistence level whose
sole function was to produce children to be used in the State's establishments,
children used to satisfy the natural sexual needs and desires of the State's
working population.
Citizens
could, of course, seduce any same sex minor of the same or lower Status as
themselves, but that minor had always to consent to seduction; those in
establishments did not. An establishment inmate could be hired for use in any
sexual way the citizen renting them chose, the only condition being, of course,
that it was same gender sex.
Thus
there were always boys for men to use (and girls for women, though things
female were of no concern or interest to SO7) in any manner they wished, and a
full range of boy ages from ten to a day before seventeen, so the vast majority
of tastes were catered for.
Those
citizens – and there were many – who found pleasure in flesh younger than ten
were obliged to rely on their seduction skills or indulge in incest if they had
sons of an appropriate age, but it was the products of Doler
copulation that provided the vital and convenient availability of boy flesh for
public use.
If
SO15's idea of creating more and exclusive `Fuck Gardens' was approved by the
Council, then a huge amount of labour would be needed to construct them and the
infrastructure to support them, and that would mean, as SO15 had rightly said,
that all fit and able bodied Dolers would have to be
used and, as they would be employed, they would not be Dolers
and so the products of their breeding could not, by Law, be sent to the
establishments.
A
Five Year Plan would mean five years with no new intake for the establishments;
the ten year olds presently available would be fifteen by the time the Plan was
completed, and those presently twelve or older would be adults and no longer
available for sexual use, not that any normal citizen would want to make use of
any boy older than sixteen.
SO7
could see disaster looming; establishments would be reduced to a mere handful
of boys of fifteen and sixteen only; nowhere near enough to satisfy demand and
of too limited an age range for there to be a demand.
Social
unrest was inevitable, revolution a distinct possibility. Men needed boys to
fuck and it was the State's duty to provide those boys; it was unreasonable to
expect citizens to rely on seduction and incest alone.
Worse
still, if anything could be worse, was the horrible, unthinkable thought that
crept into SO7's worried mind: what if the shortage of boys turned some men's
minds to ideas of perversion and with no available boys to fuck they turned
their attention to girls?
The
whole State was founded on the concept that homosexuality was both preferable
and more natural than heterosexuality – adult males and females married and
mated with the primary objective of producing more males and females, not for
the outdated concept of the continuation of the species, but for the far more
logical concept of the need to produce young flesh to enjoy.
Perversion
had been eradicated from society; this could cause it to raise its ugly head
again.
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