Date: Sun, 15 Oct 2023 17:00:21 -0400
From: Robert Halstead <subkodak25@gmail.com>
Subject: Training Toby -1

This story moves very slowly at first. Just want you to know that.

ONE

Toby was a smart boy, but terribly shy. He'd been in Catholic school from
grades 3 to 10, and it wasn't really a very nice environment for someone of
his delicate temperament. It was a boys' school, and as so happens in the
early grades, being known as the smartest kid in class did not make him
very popular. Oh, however, he was such a beautiful boy, and didn't lose a
bit of his natural beauty even when puberty finally hit, much later than it
did for most of the boys in his class.

Large mournful brown eyes, pitch black hair and creamy skin would have made
him a hit with all the girls, if there had been girls in his school. It
wasn't such a hit with the boys, however, and a couple of them used to
tease him because of his long eyelashes.

He hated having to shower after gym class, especially when he became aware
in ninth grade that he was the only boy in the class who hadn't sprouted
any pubic hair around his under-sized genitals. Whenever he could, he tried
to delay in the locker room until most of the boys were already finished,
and when he did shower he made it a practice to face the corner and get in
and out as quickly as he could. One day Bruce the class bully caught a look
at his bare groin and made him turn around in the shower and put his hands
behind his head as he called in his buddies to have a look at the "baby
boy," and from that time on that became his nickname. More than once, Bruce
would catch him after school and would make him pull down his pants so that
the guys could have a look, and Bruce's idiot friend Henry would take a
magnifying glass to check him out to see if any hair started growing.

Finally, of course, it did, but it was pretty sparse. When they got back
from summer vacation in tenth grade, Toby was pleased to have sported a
full set of pubes although his balls were hairless until he was in
college. More than once Bruce threatened to have his buddies hold Toby down
so he could shave him bare again, but fortunately he never managed to
convince anyone else to join in.

He had a secret shame which he kept to himself. At night, before he went to
sleep, once he discovered the pleasures of masturbation, he wasn't thinking
about the sexy things the guys in school used to talk about, but rather he
kept playing over and over in his mind the humiliations he endured from the
other boys and as so often happens, he began to fantasize and actually
getting shaved by Bruce and his friends, about being made to stay naked in
front of everyone in the class, and even about being forced to jerk off
while the others watched and laughed at how pitifully small his dick was.

One day in seventh they had a priest come to class to talk about
masturbation and how it was a mortal sin, and that if a boy sinned by
masturbating one night and then was hit by a bus and died the next morning,
he would go straight to hell. So once he started and found out his couldn't
resist, he had that problem to deal with as well. He kept going to
confession but finally gave up on that after one priest read him the riot
act for over ten minutes. That didn't cure him of his masturbation habit;
it did cure him, however, of the habit of going to confession. Why bother,
he figured; he was going to hell anyway.

This troubled him, many a night, when he held is spilled seed in his hand,
and instead of feeling guilty, he got angry. "Do I really have to love a
God who would design the body for such pleasure, and then forbid it, and
drag me to eternal hell-fire for something I was never able to resist? Does
God really set traps for us so he'll have a good reason to turn us over to
the devil if we get caught? What kind of a God is this?"

After that he stopped trusting the priests and began to question what they
had to say. He didn't, however, stop masturbating. Then one night, as he
was lost in his fantasy, the guys made him naked and ordered him to jerk
off while they watched, and then when he shot his load into his hand, they
made him lick it clean. So when he came for real that night, he put his
palm to his hand and licked it clean. The humiliation of it all caused
something within him to tremble with pleasure.

Of course, at that age he was really oblivious to all the things I've been
describing. It's only because I can look back over things and make sense of
them from my vantage point, or POV as they say. But it certainly has the
potential of being a really good story. Let's find out.

Now Toby had only one friend, his next-door neighbor named Mikey, and Mikey
used to try to protect him from the worst of the ridicule. He and Mikey
used to spend a lot of time playing chess together and they were pretty
evenly matched. Mikey used to brag about how big his own dick was, and he
enjoyed waving it around in the showers, showing off how he was so much
more of a man than his other classmates. He never teased Toby about his
slow development or his size, and he used to get really pissed off when
Bruce started in on him.

There was never anything overtly sexual about their friendship, but when
Toby started growing hair you-know-where, that very night he opened his
pants to show it to Mikey who pulled on it a little and Toby thought about
that a lot afterwards. He knew Mikey had a big dick because he'd seen it in
the showers—after all, who hadn't? But he never really gave it much
thought other than to think how out of proportion it was to Mikey's
pubescent body. Other than that, it never really interested him at all.

Mikey's Dad was a fitness advocate and had better equipment in his finished
basement than was available in the local gym. Mikey used to encourage Toby
to work out with him but Toby, not being into anything physical at all,
always refused to participate. One day, however, Mikey's Dad sat him down
and explained that just a little bit of guided exercise would help fill out
his body as he matured, and got him to promise that he'd work out with him
for only a half-hour at a time three days a week. So it all began at age
11, and by the time he was 15, his body had filled out quite well and he
began enjoying the times when he'd stand in front of his bathroom mirror
after showering and could admire the way he looked. Even his classmates
noticed. At least that was one thing they wouldn't tease him about any
longer.

When in tenth grade, Mikey liked to talk to him about jerking off and tried
to get him to do it together with him, but Toby always refused, not wanting
even his best and only friend to see how small his hard dick was,
especially at age 15. If you remember, Mikey had a good-sized unit. As the
year went by Mikey increased the pressure, and one day told him that if
they did it together, Mikey would even let him jerk his dick so he could
feel what it was like to hold a "man's cock" in his hand. Toby continued to
refuse, although the thought of doing it together became part of his
collection of fantasies when he was alone in his bed at night.

One day the Brother who taught them got fed up with the class and decided
to punish all of them. One by one, he had them come to the front of the
room and bend over his desk and he laid into them with a thick leather
strap he liked to use. 25 boys got their asses whipped that day. Sitting in
the midst of it all, watching the action in the front of the room and
hearing the sounds of the strap hitting their tender asses, and the
outcries and actual tears of many of the boys, Toby discovered much to his
chagrin that he got hard. As he was called up to take his licking, he
couldn't hide it and some of the boys noticed—even more reason for him
to be humiliated and teased by his nasty classmates.

The spanking hurt but it didn't hurt as much as he had feared. If nothing
else, between the feeling of his hard dick and the warmth in his ass, good
feelings came over him. Eventually, during his pre-sleep wank sessions, he
concluded that since he couldn't stop jerking off, maybe he just deserved
to be punished. He pushed that thought down deep inside and it didn't
emerge again until much later on.

He'd been called "faggot" many times by the kids in class, but he didn't
think it meant much. Other than what had happened when he'd been beaten
with the strap, he really didn't have any sexual feelings. When the boys in
class would talk about girls, he just thought it was gross. In the showers
he would look at other nude boys, but only because he wanted to see how
developed they were, hoping that some day it would happen to him as well.



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