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 Nine

 

STr697 woke, as he did every morning to the alarm sounds of a boy being fucked, and reached, as he also did every morning, for his hard teenage cock while he waited for the screen to come to life and display the sight of the establishment boys waking and heading for their shower.

He searched, as he had done each morning recently, for the fifteen he'd had such fun caning, looking to see if the marks were still visible. Usually, when he spotted the marked-up boy, STr697 would have a lovely morning wank, replaying in his mind the wonderful screams he made the boy scream, but this morning, for some reason, he didn't feel like wanking about him.

This morning he found himself more interested in cocks, particularly in younger cocks. Not too young, not tiny, insignificant ten year old ones – boys of that age, STr697 thought as he gently played with himself, would probably be good to fuck but absolutely useless for sucking – the cocks that interested him were those just starting to grow, twelve and thirteen year old cocks, cocks that dangled over dropped balls, cocks that could squirt delicious sweet spunk. Older boys had delightful cocks and STr697 would have eagerly devoured their succulent boy sausages and they all would feed him lovely mouthfuls of thick, warm, boy sausage gravy, but it was the thinner, sweeter sauce from the smaller chipolatas of only just old enough to shoot boys STr697 had a morning craving for.

Sucking SO974 had done something to him; sucking off the two establishment boys had been good, but gobbling the spunk out of SO974 had been something special. The establishment boys had had no say in whether they wanted to be sucked or not, but SO974 had gone to the rhododendrons just so he could get sucked. He wanted to be sucked and because STr697 had a cock in his mouth that wanted to be there, STr697 had done his very, very best to suck it as well as he could, and, oddly, he'd enjoyed that suck much more than the other two.

What was really strange though, STr697 realised as his eyes fastened on a quite skinny boy who might have been thirteen or perhaps twelve, or even an early-developing eleven – he had something that looked as though it would be about four inches hard at the very most – was that he was looking at that boy and thinking if he would be good to suck rather than good to cane. Was sucking a boy more fun than making him yell and scream?

STr697 wasn't sure. What he was sure about though, was that he was finding cock much more interesting than he had done before and it was sucking that boy's cock that STr697 thought about as he wanked that morning.

A week ago and he wouldn't have had a morning wank as he was seeing SO7 again and this time he was sure he'd be chained up and punished, but he was determined to last for longer this time, take twenty of the cane at the very least before he spunked, and getting rid of his overnight load was the best way he could think of to make sure that happened.

STr697's father was concerned when his son confessed to wanking, furrowing his brows when he asked,

"You sure you'll be able to squirt a decent load? You said he likes to watch your spunk spurt when he canes you; he's not going to be happy if you don't give him some decently thick globs."

"Leave the boy alone," STr697's mother leapt to his defence, "He knows what he's doing. He wants to be able to take enough to give the man a chance to enjoy caning him. He shot last time after only nine strokes, remember, and that's just not good enough. He knows he has to last longer this time."

"Even so," STr697's father insisted, "A few watery dribbles won't please him."

"Dad," STr697 protested, "I'm fourteen. I can spunk up decent loads six times a day with no problem!"

"By wanking," his father said sternly, "Different matter when you're spunking up for someone else!"

"But he's going to cane it out of me, isn't he! I know that's going to make me spunk really big and I wouldn't be able to last if my balls were full."

"You don't know that," his father pointed out, "You've only been caned for spunk the once and you could have shot then from surprise as much as anything else. Might be different this time when you know what's coming. Might not even make you shoot at all."

"Oh, it will, Dad, believe me it will!" STr697 said with utter conviction, already imagining the biting pain of the cane as it hit his thighs. Str697 hoped it would be his thighs that were caned; he'd really liked that last time, even though he had only managed nine before he spunked. Other places would undoubtedly make him scream, but screams weren't spunk and he knew with utter certainty that having his thighs caned would make him spunk.

*

SO151 and SO152 also woke to the State morning alarm of the sound of a boy being fucked. A lot of research had gone into creating the modern version of that alarm sound, State psychologists determining the exact volume at which it should begin and how long it should take till climax.

The intention was that it should begin at a level and frequency that would penetrate the mind of a sleeping boy, influence the subconscious in such a way that a boy would always wake erect and aroused and his hand would automatically reach down. Once he was awake and his wall screen came to life showing images of the naked establishment boys, no boy would be able to resist the urge to wank.

All the medical evidence was that a wake-up wank was vital for a boy's healthy development and played a crucial part in the elimination of perversion.

In the case of SO151 and SO152 it had been very successful in that; SO151 had wondered at the age of not-quite-six why his little pee twig was always like a bone when he woke up and over the next two years he had come, as the State intended all boys should become, gradually aware that it had something to do with the bigger, many much bigger, pee twigs of the boys he saw on his screen every morning. Incest was naturally common, but not every father could be relied upon to find a five or six year old son sexually attractive, so the State used subliminal suggestion to imprint on the minds of all boys the vital importance of cock.

By the time he was almost eight SO151 knew he didn't have a pee twig, he had a cock and boys were meant to play with their cocks, or better still as he had a brother in his bed who also had a hard one every morning, play with his brother's while his brother played with his.

Of course it wasn't long before the brothers found out what the noises were that woke them every morning, so eight year old SO151 had his first attempts at fucking six year old SO152.

Successful or not, it was a game both brothers really liked playing and very soon copulation of a sort was achieved, size preventing serious entry for a year or two more, but sufficient for the young brothers to swear life-long and exclusive fucking rights to each other.

As SO151 still had more growing to do before he reached late ten, the earliest age at which his father would have taken an incestuous interest in him and so broadened his horizons, SO151 fucked his younger brother every morning instead of wanking, thus cementing their very close fraternal relationship, and by the time his cock was of a sufficient size to be of interest to his father, that cock was irredeemably dedicated to SO152 alone, just as SO152's cock and hole were dedicated to him.

In vain their concerned parent tried to persuade the boys that boy cocks and boy arses were not intended for exclusive use, but short of rape there was no way either would take any but each other inside them, not in arse and not in mouth.

Perhaps if SO15 had been as interested in boy hole as he was in boy cock he would have done the proper thing and raped their foolish fantasy out of them and things would have turned out differently, but SO15 only had a wish to be fucked by boys and no desire at all to fuck them, and now, as teenagers, it was far too late to alter the course of the brothers' destiny.

"Fuck first or suck first?" SO151 asked his brother as both boys reached for the other's hard cock, as they did every morning.

"Suck me off first," SO152 grinned, "You suck better when your balls are full."

*

STr697 smiled happily at the thought of the pain to come as he allowed himself to be fastened in SO7's boy punishment chains. SO7 stretched his arms not quite uncomfortably up and out and fastened his ankles to the steel rings on the floor, feet close together, and stepped back to admire the adolescent nakedness before him, relishing the thought, as he always did when he had a boy chained up for punishment, of placing red, painful marks on cream flesh.

Today, though, SO7 intended to treat himself to more than some cane induced screams – and as it was STr697 who he'd get screams from - spurting spunk as well as his cane did its work.

Oh, he'd beat the screams and the spunk out of the boy eventually, but first he wanted to amuse himself with a little gentle torture.

STr697 grinned as SO7 felt and fondled his fully exposed upper body, building up lust in him. It was so incredibly sexy, STr697 thought, being chained up and helpless as his body was stroked and fondled, one of the best feelings a boy could have.

Of course, it would get even better when SO7 started hurting him, but the slow stoking of the fires of lust was a really nice way to begin. It made Str697 feel that he was a real, proper boy and so lucky to be being used by a man for his pleasure.

It surprised STr697 when, instead of picking up his cane, SO7 turned a dial on the control panel of his chain rack, and Str697's feet were slowly eased apart. Slowly but steadily apart until STr697's body was in the X rather than the starting Y shape, and being stretched like that wasn't all that pleasant for Str697.

Of course, STr697's thoughts went back to the fifteen establishment boy who had been stretched out like this so the soft insides of his thighs could be caned, and STr697 thought he was going to be caned like that, and bit his lips a bit nervously, knowing how excruciatingly painful that was going to be.

SO7 smiled as he watched the nervous expression on the face of the boy stretched out in front of him, well aware that a large part of the enjoyment of punishing a boy is the boy's fearful anticipation of pain before he is actually hurt.

In that respect, torture is similar to punishment; pain can be endured because it is physical, the idea of pain is mental and much harder to overcome.

SO7 turned his dial another half a notch, making STr697's legs stretch wider apart, beyond the simply uncomfortable. SO7 knew what the boy was thinking and imagining – how far apart could his legs be stretched? Far enough for him to be split open up the middle?

Every muscle in the boy's legs and stomach was taut, stretched almost to the limit; almost, but not quite. The State did not permit boys to be damaged and SO7 was careful not to rack the boy to any joint dislocation, but racked him sufficiently for Str697 to imagine that dislocation was inevitable. Visions of arms and legs being torn from his body invaded STr697's mind and made him whimper in terror.

Whimpers were nice, but SO7 wanted more than mere whimpers, and, inevitably, he got more.

`I don't know why he's doing this,' STr697 thought as he tried to adjust to the pain his stretching was giving him, `But I can...........' "aaaahhhhrrrroooowwww," he screamed as a cramp knotted and twisted a stretched calf muscle.

Several more delightful screams followed as more cramps viciously bit his calves and thighs while SO7 stood admiring both the noises and the sight of contorting boy flesh.

Slowly SO7 reduced the tension, reduced the degree to which SRr697 was painfully stretched, allowing his mind and body several minutes to recover, and the he racked him again.

STr697 screamed again, louder and higher pitched screams, screams of real agony not just mere pain and SO7 was delighted by them.

The boy wanted to be hurt, well, now he was being really hurt and SO7 hadn't yet landed a single cane stroke on him.

Eventually, though, it was time to cane and SO7 brought STr697's feet together again and watched as the feel of pain began to fade from the boy's face and a hint of gratitude replaced it. STr697 was indeed grateful that the immediate pain of being racked was over, though he knew he'd feel the physical effect of it for days to come and the mental effect for much longer than a few days, but grateful as well that it wasn't the insides of his thighs that were going to be caned.

SO7 had contemplated doing that but thought that STr697 would spunk up far too soon if he was caned on that delicate and sensitive flesh and he wanted the pleasure of caning him to last for as long as possible.

STr697 did last much longer this time, his body too full of other pain for it to concentrate on the wicked sting of cane to the front and sides of his thighs, though he did start screaming again after only six and was still screaming, though somewhat hoarsely by then, when his spunk finally spurted on the forty third slash.

*

If SO151 and SO152 had been a little less queer and allowed themselves to occasionally indulge in the delights of other boys' cocks, mouths and arses, which would have been normal and natural boy behaviour, they would never have contemplated having a Status Three boy as a friend. Boys fucked their friends, that's what friends were for, and as the Law did not permit inter-Status juvenile sex and they could never have fucked STr697, there should have been no point in having him as a friend.

But the brothers were full, genuine queers and they both liked STr697 for who he was and not because they wanted to have sex with him and they didn't give a stale dog turd that it was socially unacceptable – they were who they were and the rest of the State could just lump it. As long as there was nothing actually illegal involved people could disapprove as much as they wanted.

In that they were not so different from their father, though SO15 was far more careful about his own queerness, but then, he was an adult with an important position in the State and very conscious of the awkward consequences if it became public knowledge that the Director of State Morals sole sexual interest was in having his arse ploughed by young cock.

Of course, there was nothing in itself wrong with a man wanting to be fucked by a young boy – one of the reasons why men find boys so necessary in their lives is that by having sex with a boy they can relive their youth – but there is clearly something queer about a man whose only sexual desire is the want to be fucked by young boys. Teenage boys with decent sized cocks would be understandable, but SO15 wasn't interested in teenage boys.

SO15 liked boy cock on the cusp of puberty, ten at the youngest and thirteen at the oldest, cocks that were just starting to grow but still not spurting. A spunking thirteen may last all of ten minutes in an adult hole, but it takes a lot longer than that for a non-spunking boy to fuck himself to tingles, and a young boy's hard earned dry cums are so exquisite, his entire body involved in the vain attempt to eject non-existent spunk.

"We ought to try to do something about him," SO151 stated at the daily meeting of the self-proclaimed, exclusive Queer Boys Club, a club whose membership had consisted of just the two brothers and SO974 but now had STr697 as an associate member, "I mean, if you're a queer then you're a queer, but it's bound to be loads better for a lad not be just queer."

"I don't think he's a proper, full queer," SO974 opined, "Sure, he likes getting beaten, but the way he sucked my cock was something else. For a kid who's only sucked a couple before he was amazing!"

"That's queer in itself, though, isn't it?" SO152 piped up, "Fourteen, only sucked three boys and one man and still a virgin as well! That has got to be seriously queer!"

"We all agree that he is queer," SO151 said to his brother, "But if what 974 says about the way he sucked is true, and, let's face it, 974's been sucked more than enough to know if it's good or not, then there's a possibility that STr697's actually more straight than queer."

"Nothing queer about the way he sucked me," SO974 asserted, "That was a boy mouth that just loved being filled with cock."

"We ought to find out more about him," SO151 said seriously, "See if we can nudge him into being straighter somehow."

"But he likes being whacked," SO152 protested, "Makes him spunk up."

"Yeah, but he did say he liked it when he got eaten out, and when SO7 sucked him off with a finger up him, so it's not only getting belted that turns him on, is it?"

"I like being eaten," SO152 grinned, "You're well good at doing that," he sniggered to his brother.

"If he likes sucking cock, and he obviously does," SO974 mused thoughtfully, "He might well like eating hole as well."

 

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