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 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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