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Saint Valentino's Academy for Gifted Boys

 

Chapter 1: The Scandalous Life of Christian Cockburn

 

Culloden, Highlands, Scotland, UK.

February.

 

For 13-year-old Christian Cockburn, life couldn't be better; over the past year, the brunette had finally graduated from crushing on his hunky P.E. teacher; 40-year-old Mr. Jenkins, and the meaty bulge he carried in his tiny sport shorts to being the sole object of the man's attention as well as becoming his "little personal cocksucker" as the man liked to call him.

 

Christian took upon his new secret duty with special gusto; for every day, the boy would suck the man's almost 6" worth of hairy cock and even drink his salty seed without complaints or spills. In return, the man would often shower him in lavish gifts as a way to make sure the boy would keep the affair in the dark and would willingly offer up his mouth and body to him. This is how young Christian found himself offering his anal virginity to the man in exchange for a copy of the newest video game in vogue.

 

Life was sweet for the boy; his teacher was finally paying extra attention to him, and he was getting expensive gifts on top of it too! The numbness, wobbly legs, pain, and soiled underwear were but a small price to pay, for sure.

 

However, everything must come to an end and not two weeks after the boy's 13th birthday, so did his torrid affair with Mr. Jenkins. They were finally caught by the school faculty, his fat dick resting over Christian's bubble butt, in a feeble attempt to penetrate the boy for a second time.

 

The resulting scandal spread like wildfire over the small city. Soon, his face and his name were all over the place. Not only was now Christian the talk of the town, and the newfound victim of jest and scoffing of students and adults alike; but his actions had apparently cost his school a chance to enter a prestigious tournament. Once this was made known, the boy went on to be rejected by just about everyone in his entire town.

 

The straw that broke the camel's back and Christian's eager young heart along with it came less than one week after the incident. The school took the unanimous decision to expel him, siding with his P.E. teacher, who kept his job, position, and the support of just about everyone.

 

Christian was no fool; he knew he wouldn't be allowed to keep his relationship with Mr. Jenkins, let alone see him. But the smirk on his beloved teacher's bearded face when the headmaster called him to his office to inform him about his expulsion was more than he could take. He had just been used and dumped, not unlike his cum soaked undies from that fateful day.

 

Heartbroken and rejected, Christian headed home to face his very irate parents.

 

"Expelled!?" Christian's father yelled at him as soon as the trembling and sobbing boy showed up in his small home. "As if soiling the town's reputation wasn't good enough, now you got expelled? I can barely show my face in public as it is, boy!"

 

Christian couldn't stop his tears long enough to answer him, his friends had long since shunned him, along with the rest of the school.; The only thing keeping him afloat was the memory of his beloved teacher, and now even he had discarded him like rubbish.

 

"Why God," His irate father looked up to the ceiling in prayer, "Why did you send me a boy so dumb that couldn't even make sure to lock the damn door before getting buggered by his teacher?"

"James!" His mother shrieked, completely horrified by his words, meanwhile Christian couldn't help but to blush fiercely.

 

"What?" he asked. "You know it's true, none of this would have happened if he had been careful; if he had only remembered to lock the door, we could still show our faces in public!"

 

"Can you not do this," she yelled at him in response, "not in front of him?"

 

"Mum?" Christian whispered with a broken voice, his will to live quickly fading away.

 

"Not now, Christian, we're busy," she responded with an absent voice. "Why don't you go to your room and have a nap while your father and I discuss what to do," she said with the same tone of voice as before. The tone wasn't lost on Christian, nor that his mother had avoided looking at him while doing so.

 

If things had been different, Christian would have been just as irate as his parents, if not even more so. Over the last week, they had been far more preoccupied with how this scandal affected them and their precious reputation, over their son's well-being or the fact that he had been groomed and molested by an older man. Christian, however, was just too sad, too tired, and too heartbroken, so he did the only thing he could, shut himself in his room while his parents retook their fight as the phone rang insistently.

 

Christian laid on his bed, tears streaming down his face, wishing the world would just collapse on top of him and end with his suffering once and for all already. But it was clear to him that lady luck was a spiteful mistress and wasn't on his side that day.

 

Christian needed something to take his mind off today. He turned to look around his room when his brown eyes fixated on his backpack. The boy jumped out of his bed, riffled through the backpack, and pulled out a black plastic bag from which he retrieved what seemed to be the remains of what once were a regular pair of white briefs. These had been his last pair of white briefs he used before graduating to boxer briefs upon turning 13 (his father's idea). They also happened to be the same pair that he was using when Mr. Jenkins had taken his anal virginity. They had been soiled with the man's cum which had been fucked into his, as well as with some of his own blood.

 

The mere sight alone of the soiled garment gave Christian an erection that demanded immediate freedom from his jeans; the boy sniffed the undies and the stench of Mr. Jenkin's musky sweat against his body came to his mind in a heartbeat; another sniff and the image of his dark chest hair appeared in his mind, clear as day and lastly, the man's cock, and it's salty and bitter taste.

 

Christian knew he ought to hate the man for using him and discarding him like that, but the truth was that he still held feelings in his broken heart for Mr. Jenkins. He could still remember the first time he saw the man's erect cock and the first time he tasted it. How he had almost gagged but couldn't disappoint his beloved teacher. Not to mention the many times the man faced-fucked him in his office, or how he'd make him hide under his desk, so he could blow him while he taught.

 

Christian slowly unbuttoned his jeans to release his aching erection, his right hand fingering it with ease as he continued to sniff the dirty underwear. His mind drifted away into a world of pleasant memories. He drifted back to the first day he had the man's cock up his ass...

 

"Suck my cock, boy," a very aroused Mr. Jenkins ordered Christian as he rested his meaty cock on the boy's face. "Suck it good and get it very wet because this is going inside your pussy."

 

"I'm a boy!" Christian giggled. "I don't have a pussy."

 

"You do now, boy," the man responded, "and from now on, it belongs to me."

 

Christian didn't have to be told twice and started to happily suck the man's cock. During his almost full year as the coach's personal cocksucker, the boy had learned quite a few tricks that he was happy to employ on him, making sure to keep the pace and leave the pulsating cock coated in saliva.

 

"Yes, boy, you're the best little cocksucker." The man praised him as he pushed the boy's head further down his cock without care. "Take it all, boy."

 

Christian was barely getting comfortable with the feeling of the man's cock reaching all the way to his throat when the meaty member was removed from his mouth.

 

"Lick my fingers, boy." The man ordered as he forcibly pushed two of his big fingers into the boy's mouth. "Now turn around and bend over, boy, it's time to see your virgin pussy." The man ordered-

 

 

Once again today, lady luck wasn't on Christian's side, for his father barged into his room unannounced, as he always did, bringing back the boy into reality in a rather abrupt way.

 

"Good news! You have a new school! Get yourself presentable and join your mother and me in the living room." The man announced with special glee, causing the boy's erection to immediately wilt and for him to nearly jump out of his skin. Either his father didn't seem to notice the state of his son, or if he did, it seemed as if he didn't care. After his sudden proclamation, he simply turned back around and left Christian's room, closing the door behind him.

 

Cursing his rotten luck; Christian hid the soiled underwear and tucked his penis back in before leaving the violated sanctity of his room to face his parents once again.

 

"Pack your things!" His father told Christian with singular glee as he poured himself a cup of whisky from the old bottle, the one reserved for special occasions and celebrations. "We found a school that will take you!"

 

"W-what do you mean?" Christian asked incredulously at what his father was saying.

 

"You really can't be that daft, can you, boy?" his father retorted. "You're going to a boarding school."

 

"What?" Christian could not believe his ears. "You're sending me away?" Tears gathered in his eyes as his heart thudded against his chest from his fright.

 

"Save those tears, boy." His father finished his drink and quickly poured another. Then, growling menacingly, "or I'll give you something to cry about!"

 

Christian flinched and took a step back from his father's anger. He knew he wasn't a particularly violent man, but unfortunately for his only son, he wasn't above physical punishment, especially when he drank, which thankfully wasn't often but, given the predicament at hand, who knew what his father might be capable of.

 

"You want to cry?" he asked. "Look at what you did to my reputation, to your mother's reputation, to the town's reputation! Do you really think you could just stay here and act like nothing happened? The school expelled you, and I sure as hell ain't driving you every day to the next town so that you can attend the school there. That's assuming they would even take you after what you did!"

 

"James!" Christian's mother interrupted him, trying in vain to rein in her overly belligerent husband.

 

"Don't try to baby him, woman!" Christian's father snapped at his wife. "This place is the best for him, and you know it! You heard the man! They said they deal with problematic little boys just like him all the time there. Besides, for the price they gave us, they're practically paying us to send him there," then he added with a sneer, "I bet they want him so that they can fuck his little whore cunt and mouth."

 

For a moment there, Christian forgot to breathe as his eyes flew open at his father's words. He would knowingly send him to a place where he'd get raped?! He began trembling in fear at the thought of what his father was planning.

 

"JAMES!" Christian's mom shrieked. Then in a low growl of rage, she addressed her husband, "What the fucking hell is wrong with you!?" Christian's mom showed a side of herself that her son had never seen before. Such was the rage that she even managed to scare Christian quite a bit, and he wasn't even the target! Besides, his mother had never ever cursed before. Then, in an almost 180, she turned to Christian, and all of that rage had suddenly vanished as quickly as it had appeared. "Don't worry, sweetie." Christian's mom tried to soothe him, as if she hadn't just growled like a raging beast just a few seconds ago. "You'll be back for Christmas, a-and summer! Your father just needs a little time to cool down."

 

"Christmas and summer?" Christian's father asked incredulously, completely unfazed by his wife's sudden rage. "From Greece and back? What, are you out of your mind, woman? That would cost a fortune! We don't have that kind of money, especially not to spend it on the little whore."

 

Christian's parents began bickering once again over his father's treatment of him. It was at that point that everything became simply too much to bear for the boy. He fled from the living room, back into the safety of his bedroom. His sight blurred by unshed tears.

 

A new school was a scary prospect in a normal situation, but a boarding school? On the other side of Europe, no less? Did they even speak English there? Did he just lose his family in addition to losing his school, friends, and town?? Would his parents really send him to a place so that they can use him as a sex toy for men like Mr. Jenkins to fuck without remorse? Christian began to contemplate going to their bathroom and downing the bottles of prescription pills that he knew they kept in their medicine cabinet, since he had nothing to live for any more.

 

He obviously meant nothing to his parents, and just because he had wanted to have sex with Mr. Jenkins didn't mean he wanted to be sent somewhere to be used as a sexual slave! Thankfully, however, the stress of the day added to the stress of the week and everything else had completely overwhelmed the poor boy's mind. So much so, that he passed out into a deep coma like slumber, rendering him unable to finish, or even remember, the idea that would have ended his life. If one had been listening closely, then, one may have been able to pick up on someone, or something, forcing out a breath of relief and a childish angelical voice whispering, "Shit! That was close."

 

Meanwhile, he slept blissfully unaware that his parents continued to fight over wherever he'd be allowed to come back, if at all; or if he'd be forced to spend the rest of his teenage years away from the only home he'd ever known.

 

If he had been aware, he would have been doubly grateful that he missed his father's shouts where he had completely disowned him and never wanted to see his "cocksucking whore" face again.

 

 

One week later.

 

Glasgow, Scotland.

Train Station. Early morning.

 

Christian slouched his way through the big empty halls of the train station with his parents trailing behind him at such a distance; that if one didn't know any better than they wouldn't have been able to even guess that they were a family.

 

His mother wore a long coat, sunglasses, and a scarf over her head while his father had his own coat, matching sunglasses, and hat pulled down low. They both hoped that by doing this it would be enough to obscure their features, lest they be recognized as the parents of the boy from the news.

 

The trio slowly made their way to the train that would take Christian far away from the only land and home he had ever known into an unknown country for what seemed to be the next four to five years; at the very least. It didn't help that his parents seemed all too eager to send him on his way. His father was already making plans about what he would turn his former son's bedroom into.

 

"Be good, boy," his excited father addressed Christian without insults or torments for the first time in a week, "and do everything they tell you to do," he added with a waggle of his eyebrows to get his point across. He was all too cheerful to see Christian go.

 

"We'll call you on Christmas!" His mother added in the same rush. Over the last week, she had changed her mind about having the boy return, at least for the first year or two. She gave in to her husband's reasoning that it would be better for everyone, especially, their reputation, if he didn't, or at least that's what she told herself.

 

For his part, Christian barely emitted any sound that could be classified as human at his parent's antics and hurrying to see him off. He was far too numb to respond, so, with that same neutral expression on his haggard face, he simply turned around and entered the train without further ceremony. If he had turned back to see them one last time, he would have noticed that his parents were already long gone.

 

Christian slouched over to his designated train compartment and sighed, at least it was empty; that would give him plenty of chance to think about his future, He knew very little about his new school, this place claimed to specialize in so-called gifted boys, or rather problematic boys, like his father had called him.

 

But was he really that bad? Just because he had got involved with the teacher (or rather used by him) that didn't make him a bad boy or a defective boy, isn't it?

 

Furthermore, his father surely had to be kidding about the school, right? Right?

 

The answer to such questions, however, were fated to remain far away from his reach.

 

Christian sighed in defeat, thanks to his father's legendary stinginess, he'd have to travel to Greece by train instead of taking a plane like a normal person. It would take him two whole days (48 hours) to reach Athens, so he was in for a long, mind-numbingly boring ride full of blurred vistas and unknown places.

 

 

It wasn't until the next day when something, or rather someone, picked his interest.

 

The train had just left Belgrade not two hours before when Christian felt the urge to empty his bladder. The boy kept slouching his way to the toilets and picked the first unoccupied cabin he stumbled upon, however, what he found inside made his heart jump in a mix of fear and excitement.

 

Another boy was already inside, happily peeing with his back turned to him. Christian wanted to apologize and run out of there, but it was soon made clear that the boy in the toilet either hadn't even noticed his presence, or just didn't care. The boy had longish curly black hair and dark-skin. With a click of his tongue, the strange boy pulled his pants and undies down all the way to his ankles before continuing to relieve himself. Doing so left his butt exposed for Christian's eyes, and it wasn't just any ass, it was perfectly round and bubbly, the type of ass that you see immortalized in sculptures and admired for centuries to come.

 

With Christian's body decidedly frozen in place and his eyes helplessly fixated on that magnificent butt. He could do nothing as the other boy turned his head around to face him and greet him with a coquettish wink from his gorgeous brown eyes. Seeing the boy's face was enough to shake Christian out of his stupor. He muttered a weak "sorry" and then quickly shut the door.

 

Christian checked the next toilet cubicle and was relieved to find that it actually was empty. He locked himself inside with the purpose of hiding from the boy and relieving his own bladder, however, his erection wouldn't go down.

 

After dealing with the difficulty of peeing in a moving train with an erection, Christian went back to his compartment on the train and shut himself inside. He thanked God, or whoever was even listening, that at least his stingy father bought him a private compartment instead of just a single seat. This way he would be free to release some tension thanks to that stranger boy and his quirky way of peeing.

 

Christian didn't have the chance to see much more of the boy, but he remembered his luscious curls of black hair, his delicious dark skin and of course that gorgeous and substantial ass of him.

 

And what a magnificent specimen was that one!

 

He could see himself groping it and parting it to reveal its hidden treasure; even though he hadn't seen it, his mind made a pretty good job of filling the gaps, such as the boy's brown hole and his hot taint; oh how he'd love to grind his dick between those two perfect buns or even have him bouncing on it as it penetrated the other boy's inside not unlike how Mr. Jenkins had done with him before; to make him his and fill him with his immature seed.

 

Christian quickly turned off the lights, locked the doors and closed the curtains of the windows that led towards the hallway of his private cabin. Next, he swiftly unbuttoned and pulled down his jeans, along with his undies, all the way down, past his feet and ankles and shook them free. Now naked from the waist down, his cocklet sprung to life, eager to be touched. The lonely youth wasted no time in doing just that, while the image of the angelical beauty of that stranger boy was still fresh in his mind.

 

"Oh my, what do we have here?" an unfamiliar but decidedly amused voice echoed inside his cabin, making Christian practically jump out of his skin with a panicked scream; not only had he been caught red-handed, but there was someone inside his private cabin!

 

"Shh, you'll get us in trouble!" The invader quietly admonished. It took Christian a couple of seconds to recognize the boy standing in front of him, it was the boy from the toilets! And he was, wearing a dress?

 

No, upon closer examination, what the boy was wearing seemed to be extremely reminiscent of Ancient Greek garbs. What made Christian pause was the strange and skimpy armour set that looked like nothing he had seen before. The armour even included an elaborate set of metallic wings on the back of the boy.

 

"So, I take it, that's because of me?" The strange boy fixed his beautiful brown eyes on Christian's semi-erect cock, having wilted a bit from being scared nearly half to death.

 

"I-I, ah," Christian didn't know what to think, let alone what to say; he could have sworn he had locked the door before deciding to have a wank.

 

"Shush, don't ruin the moment, baby boy, just let me take care of everything." the dark-skinned boy said. He then smiled as he lifted the fabric of his garb to reveal his smooth but aroused cock as well as his balls, which immediately made Christian's cock spring back to life. He quickly sat down on the seat next to where Christian was. If his mind hadn't been such a mess, Christian would have noticed the boy's decidedly American accent.

 

"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do this," the boy spoke as he took a hold of Christian's erection and proceeded to gently kiss his piss slit. Then slid the foreskin up and down a few times, loving the way Christian's cock head looked as he made it play peek-a-boo. Giggling to himself, he then retracted the foreskin all the way and engulfed the whole erection in one go, and by the sounds of delight coming from the strange boy, it seemed he found Christian to be particularly tasty.

 

Christian quickly covered his mouth with both hands, hoping to silence any stray moans as the strange boy gave him his first blow job ever. He was so lost in the pleasure of the stranger boy's tongue on his cock and balls that he wasn't even sure where he was, or if he was even awake any more.

 

Alas, that magnificent sensation proved to be but fleeting. Just as Christian was starting to feel the all too familiar build up on the base of his cock, the strange boy took his cock out of his mouth and proceeded to give him a passionate kiss on his lips. As the boy made out with Christian, he also ground his cock into Christian's so that both of their erections, light and dark, were pressed against each other in pleasurable combat.

 

"Patience, baby boy, for my mouth wasn't the thing that put you in this state, right?" the boy whispered in Christian's ear as he pushed him back so that he was now laying on his back across the seats. The strange boy then kneeled on either side of Christian, so he was straddling him. Next, he placed his hips right above Christian's erection and began to lower himself to the steel hard cock.

 

Christian could only watch as the strange boy slowly lowered himself until the tip of his glans was pushing right at the boy's dark entrance, teasing him.

 

"Do you want this?" he asked as he moved his hips, pleasuring the sensitive cock head in the process.

 

"Y-yes!" Christian almost yelled, "yes, I do."

 

"Very well," the boy smiled and lowered himself further, allowing Christian's aching cock to finally penetrate his tight insides; both boys moaned quietly as the strange boy took Christian's whole cock without complaint.

 

Before Christian could react, the boy started to move his hips up and down, effectively milking him where he lay.

 

Overwhelmed with pleasure as he was, Christian had practically forgotten that the world existed, however, he did manage to notice a most peculiar detail on the beautiful boy that he was now fucking; on his inner thigh, the boy had a peculiar shaped birthmark in the shape of a stylized heart.

 

Christian placed his hands on the boy's generous behind and started pumping back and forth as well. In addition, he was also squeezing the ample mounds with gusto and, in a rare display of boldness, he even dared to kiss the boy on his luscious lips, something that the dark-skinned boy gladly accepted.

 

It was like this how the unlikely lovers reached orgasmic bliss in unison, with Christian burying his immature seed deep inside the boy's ass and the stranger boy leaving his own on Christian's face.

 

Both boys remained still connected as their orgasm subsided, before finally the intruder dislodged Christian's softened cock from his well fucked ass. Leaving a trail of cum on his smooth, slender legs.

 

"You won't remember this," the boy spoke as he procured a small pouch made of what seemed to be golden thread and proceeded to sprinkle the equally golden powder on the exhausted boy's eyes.

 

"Your star has yet to shine, baby boy, so don't give in to despair," the boy placed a tender kiss on his lips. "When you wake up, you will find that the cloud of darkness that looms over you has started to dissipate; I believe in you, Christian."

 

"Ah?" Christian opened his eyes to find his dark and empty private cabin; the window displaying the blurred nocturnal landscape of unknown lands. He quickly checked the time, 9 P.M. he would arrive in Athens by morning.

 

Had he been sleeping all this time? The boy tried to recall what had happened after he had returned from the toilets, but everything seemed terribly confusing. He remembered a boy with dark skin and a beautiful body, had he been in here?

 

The boy turned on the lights of his private cabin only to discover that he was naked from the waist down, and what seemed to be several balls of crumpled tissue all over the place. Christian blushed at his state of undress and proceeded to quickly clean and dress up again, not without checking the lock first.

 

However, upon finding that the lock of his compartment remained untouched, he didn't feel as relieved as he thought he would; instead, a feeling of intrigue overcame him.

"I could have sworn..." Christian mumbled, his eyes fixated on the untouched lock. The boy had a sequence of images dancing in his head: that strange boy from the toilets, but dressed with a peculiar tunic and even stranger armour, if that could be called armour in the first place, had it all been a dream?

 

Well, of course it was a dream, how else can you explain such an outfit? Christian thought to himself.

 

"But it felt so real," the boy spoke aloud as he slipped his hand back inside his pants, his young member slowly awakening at the memories of that strange and pleasurable dream.

 

By the time the train finally made its final stop in Athens that next morning, Christian had managed to come twice to the vivid memories of that dream. Now, two times in a night was hardly remarkable; especially for a young healthy boy of 13, his personal record had been six in a day. But given the circumstances at hand, it was at least a sign that things were improving.

 

The train station in Athens didn't strike Christian as particularly outstanding from all the ones he'd seen on his trip, besides, perhaps, that it seemed far more full than the others; but this time, however, there would be someone waiting for him, what would that person be like? And would that person be happy to see him?

 

The answer to those questions came rather quickly; A tall, slim man dressed in all black in such fashion reminiscent of a Catholic priest held a big placard with his last name written in impeccable calligraphy.

 

Cockburn

 

The irony of his last name wasn't lost on Christian; so naturally the image of a priest holding a placard with Cockburn on it felt particularly amusing to the boy, and by the looks of it he wasn't the only one.

 

"Um, hi!" Christian addressed the man, while slightly blushing. "I'm Cockburn, Christian, you're from the academy?"

 

The man took his placard down and smiled, leaving him a tad speechless; if Christian had thought Mr. Jenkins was hunky, this man was a god in comparison, despite clearly being around the same age. The man had a strong well-defined body, gentle green eyes framed by waves upon waves of auburn curls, olive skin, and he was taller too!

 

"Mister Cockburn!" The man spoke with a friendly smile in an unmistakable American accent. "Welcome to Athens, I trust you had a pleasant ride?"

 

Christian, just managed to smile shyly, unable to do anything else, really, but the man didn't seem to mind. In fact, if Christian didn't know any better, he could swear the man was all too happy to have him.

 

"Ah, but where are my manners!" The man exclaimed with a friendly smile. "I'm Brother John, a member of the brotherhood that runs the Academy, and I'll be taking you there. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

 

The man's smile made Christian feel strangely good for the first time in a while, it almost made him excited about what awaited him.

 

"Now, if you follow me, we'll be on our way."

 

The first thing Christian noticed about Greece was the difference in weather, even though February is still a cold month, the boy felt like he was in summer.

 

"Feeling the heat, eh?" the man asked with an affable smile. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it in no time!"

 

Brother John's enthusiasm was oddly contagious; was everyone back in the academy like this too?

Christian looked up, the Athenian skies were bluer than the Scottish skies of his former home, and the ancient capital city didn't look all that different from any other modern city. The man led the boy to his truck, an old antique straight from the 50s painted in bright red.

 

The pair quickly left the train station and, except for a pit stop to refuel and having Christian taste some local delicacies, they didn't stop until the city was out of view.

 

With Athens out of view, Christian had nothing but endless kilometres of highways boarded by the Aegean Sea; just how far away was this damned academy, anyway?

 

"The academy is located near the city of Corinth, so it will take a while, why don't you have a nap?" Brother Jon must have noticed the uneasiness on Christian's face, for he was quick to explain with his same jovial tone.

 

Although the name of Corinth sounded oddly familiar, Christian couldn't quite place it; then again, he was in Greece, cradle of western civilization, most of these places were probably older than the oldest castle in Scotland!

 

Christian quickly fell asleep, courtesy of the souvlakis [1] he had for lunch and the mind-numbing, endless road. It wasn't too much longer before a sudden change in the road brought him back to the realm of the living. Looking at Brother Jon with sleep bleary eyes, the man simply looked over and smiled at him before returning his attention to the road.

 

"Bumpy road," Brother Jon spoke in his same jovial tone as before. This prompted Christian to look out the windows of the truck and discover that the highway had disappeared and had been replaced by a poorly maintained dirt road, still with nothing in sight but a faraway hill.

 

Christian sighed, even if he hadn't fallen asleep he still wouldn't even have a clue of where the hell he was, there was nowhere near anything remotely resembling civilization.

 

Fortunately for the boy, a building appeared on the horizon, however the building was far too small to be the academy, it was more like a small ranch than anything resembling a school. The situation seemed to get even worse by the fact that the dirt road seemed to stop at this place.

 

Suddenly, this felt more like some sort of kidnapping than anything else, had his parents been deceived? He wanted to believe that his dad was just trying to scare him by saying that the academy only wanted to fuck him. Could they really have been so eager to get rid of him, that they didn't care what happened to their only son? Christian began to hyperventilate a bit as his panic started to spiral out of control. Was this gorgeous man going to kill him and sell his organs on the black market, or just sell him outright as a sex slave? Was his real name really even Brother Jon!?

 

The man must have sensed his distress, for he immediately clarified the situation. "We'll be stopping there to change transport. The academy is past that hill and as you probably figured out, this old girl can't withstand this road, much less what's beyond there."

 

The man's words resonated inside of Christian's mind, quickly silencing the panic and fear that was beginning to consume him. Finally able to get his breathing back under control, he managed a weak, "Oh, ...alright."

 

Upon parking at that old house, they were greeted by an old man and naked little boy, who both came out of the ranch house. The man may as well be talking gibberish for all that Christian understood, and the naked little boy couldn't possibly be older than six years old, if at all.

 

Since Christian had been an only child with no cousins of his same gender, let alone age, he really wasn't all that casual about nudity as one would think, given the circumstances; especially seeing others in the nude. So seeing that adorable little boy display all his beauty and charms so freely really took a toll on him; the two adults in contrast didn't seem bothered by it in the least, in fact, if Christian didn't know any better, they seemed to welcome such a sight. While they didn't comment on Christian's state of unease, their knowing smiles were not lost on him.

 

After a short talk filled with smiles and laughter in what Christian could only guess was Greek; the man left them under the watchful eye of the naked boy, who had seemingly produced a toy bow and arrow out of nowhere.

 

Christian couldn't help but to smile at the sight of the boy, he could have easily been featured in one of many renaissance paintings filled with cherubs and other naked boys; in fact, the only thing he was missing was the wings!

 

The old man didn't take long to come back, accompanied this time by a mule and a donkey, both saddled, although the saddle on the donkey didn't look anything like the one on the mule. While the one on the mule was clear that was meant for riding, the one on the donkey was flatter and wider; perfect for tying luggage to.

 

Needless to say, when the man had told Christian about a change in transportation, this wasn't what he had in mind, but it's not like he had any choice in the matter to begin with.

 

Resigned to his fate, the boy joined the men in unloading the truck's contents and loading them on the poor donkey, who seemed largely unbothered by it.

 

"Alright, you go in front," Brother John told Christian with his usual friendly tone. "I'll be right behind you."

 

Christian blushed at the thought of being so close to the man, a man who he had just met that very same day. But, once again, he knew he really didn't have a choice in the matter, so he climbed the mule, not with some difficulty. Soon after, he felt Brother Jon's body settle on the mule right behind him, his big, strong hands reaching around him to take the reins of the mule. Christian could clearly feel the man's muscles against his back, his breath on the back of his head, and his legs surrounding his own. And was that Brother Jon's erection that he was feeling against his butt!?

 

Brother Jon exchanged more words with the old man. Then the old man and little naked cherub started waving at both of them, so Brother Jon had probably said goodbye. However, the small boy quickly tugged on the shirt that the old man was wearing and said something in that same rapid gibberish that the man and Brother Jon had used earlier. The old man nodded his head and then carefully picked up the small boy and carried him over to both Christian and Brother Jon, who were sitting on the mule. The little boy gave both of them a peck on the cheek and said something again in that strange language.

 

Christian couldn't help but to blush at the boldness of the little boy, but he found himself welcoming it, a goodbye kiss from such a cherubic little boy made a good salve for the road ahead.

 

The next hour was spent travelling up the hill using a combination of narrow and perilous trails and switchbacks, their bodies grinding against each other in a strange but comfortable silence. Christian now knew for sure that Brother John had a hard-on, as the man's sizable bulge was constantly rubbing against his lower back. Perhaps if the situation at hand was different, Christian would have felt far more inclined to make his own arousal known in hopes that his affections be returned; but the wounds on his heart were still far too fresh for that, so he'd settle for the feeling of the man's bulge against him for however long it would last.

 

Naturally, such sensations lasted less than Christian would have liked, for soon they finally reached the top of the hill; and with it saw what seemed to be a small but picturesque seafaring village with a privileged view of the Aegean Sea.

 

Upon cresting the hill, they were immediately greeted by a group of very young village boys who didn't seem to be that much older than the cherub they had left behind and were an excellent sample of Greek beauty. Their hair was worn in long curls, olive skin, and slender legs. The fact that all the boys were completely naked, wearing nothing but sandals, didn't escape Christian, who couldn't help but to steal a glance or two when he thought no one was looking.

 

Did all the boys around these parts go about their daily business completely butt naked? It's not as if Christian was complaining, for the view was a great sight for a weary traveller such as him, but it did make him wonder if the academy had such customs as well. He also supposed that it was one way to deal with the oppressive heat.

 

Once they got into the village proper, a group of older youths, or rather, young men, dressed in nothing but tiny shorts and sandals also joined them. Once they had arrived at their destination; the men and boys immediately got to work unloading the mule of its cargo (which among other things included Christian's very few worldly possessions). When that was complete, they started carrying the luggage down a set of steep stairs that disappeared over the edge of where they were.

 

Brother Jon dismounted the mule and then helped Christian down, taking him in his arms like a father would. "Don't worry about a thing," He assured the boy. "The boys will take care of everything when taking your stuff down".

 

"Down?" Christian asked, a tad confused by the man's words.

 

"Why don't you take a look?" Brother Jon smiled and directed him towards the open sea. That's when Christian realized that he was on a tall, steep cliff, with a narrow and steep stone staircase going down to a small strip of beach. On the beach, he could see the men and boys carrying the luggage to a stone jetty projecting out into the water; moored to the jetty was an average looking boat that the people were loading up. Aside from those things, there was nothing but open sea in front of him.

 

Well, almost nothing.

 

There was something beyond that blue sea, a large island with some sort of castle surrounded by thick walls that stood proud before him; the utter size of the fortress and overall shape reminded him of the French Mont Saint Michel but perhaps even bigger.

 

Christian didn't need to be told the nature of such a location; this must be the infamous Saint Valentino's Academy for Gifted Boys his parents had sent him to, his new home for the foreseeable future, though hopefully not his last!

 

"So that's..." Christian placed his weary eyes on the fortress island, his father's words still dancing in his mind.

 

"Heart Island," Brother John confirmed the boy's question. "Before the Academy was officially founded, back in the time of the Romans, it used to be part of a complex of temples that were collectively known as the Sanctuary of Eros that were already ancient to the Ancient Greek; you can still see some of the original ruins over there!" the man pointed towards a faraway cliff to the right of him where some ancient columns still stood the test of time.

 

"R-Roman, did you say?" a surprised Christian asked, not believing his ears.

 

"Yup, the ancient sanctuary and all the temples and treasures it held were either destroyed or stolen after the Battle of Corinth [2] which took place in the year 146 before our common era, if I remember correctly; the academy proper was founded later, in the year 44 before our common era, although, back then, we used a different name..."

 

Christian let his mind wonder for a moment, how many boys like him had called this place home?

 

"The boat is waiting." Brother Jon's words brought him over to reality. "The tide is high today, normally we could just walk."

 

Christian just nodded, this had been a long day, and it had started to show, from the train ride to the truck to the mule and now for the final portion of his trip, a boat. What else would happen before the day ended?

 

Fortunately for the boy and while the boat wasn't exactly the biggest or the most luxurious, it turned out to be a fairly pleasant ride; the sea breeze felt good on his face and the medieval fortress became bigger and more impressive with each second.

 

Once Christian had got used to the rocking of the boat, he remembered a question he had wanted to ask before. "Uh, Brother Jon, s-sir?"

Brother Jon looked at Christian and smiled at him. He liked that the boy was inquisitive, that is a good attribute for a potential candidate to have. "Yes, what is it?"

"You said, 'before our common era', what does that mean?" Christian had a confused look on his face that Brother Jon just absolutely adored.

 

"'Common Era' is what some people now call what used to be known as 'Anno Domini' [3], or AD. Some people decided that they didn't want the years to always reference religion, so they came up with the 'Common Era' instead. Naturally, BC or 'Before Christ' became BCE or 'Before the Common Era'. So now when referring to dates, we have BCE and CE."

 

"Oh... I guess that makes sense..."

 

Brother Jon laughed. "Don't worry too much about it. No one would yell at you for still using BC and AD. But Academics and Scholars today prefer BCE and CE," he shrugged, "I guess that's just where we are at these days."

 

"Right... okay." Christian turned his head to look across the sea, absorbed in his own thoughts.

 

When Christian finally set foot on Heart Island, he noticed that the gates had been opened before their arrival and there was a single young man ready to receive them. It wasn't lost on Christian how the gate stood between the two "cheeks" of the heart shaped island, it was a bit like entering through the back door...

 

"I guess, this is goodbye for now," Brother John said with his same affable tone. "Don't worry about your stuff. I'll make sure it gets to your dorm safe and sound!"

 

 

Meanwhile

Headmaster's office.

 

"Ah, Leo, my boy, please do come in." The affable voice of old Headmaster Silvanus resonated in the luxurious office. "You're arriving just in time, the boy's just arrived himself; wine? Just got a shipment from Sanctuary," the older man offered while holding a golden goblet.

 

Headmaster Ivan Silvanus was an older man, already in his 60s, but not for that less handsome. He had a full head of hair white as snow, neatly tied in a ponytail and a trimmed beard, his usual strict expression nowhere to be seen.

 

Leo's throat suddenly felt dry at the mention of such a delicacy; however, such pleasures had to be placed on hold, at least for now. "As much as I'd love to, I'm afraid that I must decline, can't show up in the Med Bay smelling of alcohol, now can I?" The newcomer placed a charming smile on his soft lips.

 

"Well, of course not," the headmaster conceded as he took a sip from his elaborate golden goblet lavishly decorated with frolicking putti, giving in to their most basic instincts. "Those two would never let you live it down if you were to have some and didn't share." He laughed. "Let's get back to business then, shall we?" the headmaster spoke after taking another sip from his goblet and opened up one of the files laying on his luxurious mahogany desk, one pertaining to a certain new student. "Christian Cockburn, recently turned 13 years of age, from Culloden in Scotland," the headmaster started to recite the new student's information.

 

"Shall I include a kilt in his uniform, then?" Leo mentioned, with a small spark in his blue-green eyes, which was shared by the headmaster as well.

 

"Absolutely, he's a true Scotsman, after all. I trust you'll explain the rules to him." The headmaster commented before continuing. "From my telephone interview with his parents, young Mr. Cockburn was caught with his P.E. teacher's cock between his young bum, with the expected results."

 

"So that means," Leo confirmed as serious as he was capable of, which, given the bulge in his trousers, wasn't much.

 

"Yes, my boy, It's highly unlikely that the boy is still a virgin and highly likely that he's already well versed in the ways of sex, but that's nothing that the medical examination won't confirm."

 

Leo nodded in silence; after those two were done with the boy, there wouldn't be a thing they wouldn't know about his body.

 

"Isn't he a little too old to be a candidate, though?" Leo asked, trying to temper his excitement aside. "I mean, he's already 13."

 

"Normally, he would be, but, if the information we've compiled is accurate, he's been happily sucking his P.E. teacher's cock for about a good year or so." The headmaster explained between sips of his goblet.

 

"And swallow?" Leo inquired.

 

"Make sure to find out if he does," the headmaster ordered without skipping a beat. "If he does meet the requirements, then I trust that, as his home room teacher and dorm supervisor both, you will make sure to accelerate his introduction whenever possible."

 

"It shall be done as per your orders," the man answered solemnly. "I take it that you won't be able to join us in the medical examination, then?"

 

"Afraid so, I'm swamped with work and I have an appointment with a boy whose plump backside seems to have grown very fond of my rod," the older of the two answered with that same mischievous sparkle in his eyes.

 

"Then I shall delay you no longer." Leo finished the conversation before exiting the headmaster's office.

 

"May the bearer of the bow guard you and on his swift wings carry you to do his bidding, Leo."

 

"And unto you as well, Headmaster."

 

~Fin~

Glossary:

[1] "Souvlaki": this is a popular Greek fast food consisting of small pieces of grilled meat and veggies served inside a rolled pita bread, typically with lemon, sauces, and other veggies such as sliced tomato and onion. Fried potatoes are commonly served as a side.

 

[2] "Battle of Corinth (also known as the Battle of Leucapetra or the Battle of Lefkopetra)": This is the real historical battle that took place in 146 BCE (Brother Jon wasn't mistaken) between the Roman Republic and the Greek city-state of Corinth and its allies in the Achaean League. This battle marked the end of the Achaean War and the beginning of the period of Roman domination in Greek history. It is also notable for the complete and total destruction of Corinth by the Romans in its aftermath.

 

[3] "Anno Domini": The term Anno Domini, or AD (and Before Christ or BC) were traditionally used to label or number years in the Julian and Gregorian calendars.

This term is Medieval Latin and means "in the year of the Lord" and is taken from the full original phrase "Anno Domini Nostri Jesu Christi", which translates to "in the year of our Lord Jesus Christ".

 

 

Hi there!

 

I hope you've enjoyed reading this as much as me and my very lovely editor (who has worked tirelessly so that I can share this with you today) have!

 

I'm known as either O49, or Zuke and as you can see, I enjoy writing shota fantasy erotica, so here I am!

 

This time I bring you a story that, at first glance, may feel a tad different from what I usually delve into since there's more of a focus on the slice of life aspect. It's a tiny bit less on the urban fantasy aspects, but I hope you enjoy it all the same.

 

Like I mentioned in the disclaimer, this story is deeply related to my other story Cupid Inc. It's meant to show the same world but from an entirely different perspective (in this case, the perspective of a future priest apprentice). However, it is still meant to be its own independent story (for the most part), so you shouldn't need to read Cupid Inc to understand it, although it would be much better if you do, obviously...

 

Furthermore, this is also my humble attempt at the "boarding school" genre of erotic stories that seems to be rather popular, so you may expect a lot of the typical associated tropes to show up in some way or form; that being said, there are some things that I'd like to address with this story.

 

As an avid reader of erotic stories myself, I've noticed what seems to be a tendency in many stories; especially of the "boarding school" genre. Where it would seem, the erotic aspect of the story revolves almost exclusively around the boy characters being used and abused by the adult characters, sometimes blatantly so.

 

Now, I am no one to cast moral judgments here, and I don't intend to; to each their own, and if you prefer that type of story, then more power to you. Personally, I do not particularly enjoy it when such things happen, but I do absolutely understand the elements that make a boarding school story so appealing in the first place; that is, elements such as, lack of privacy, harsh discipline, domination and humiliation, among others. So, this story is but an attempt at trying something a little different that I hope you'll enjoy.

 

If you have any comments, feedback, or anything you'd like to let me know; then don't hesitate to send me a good ol' email at plaguedoctor884@yahoo.com -or- if you live in the XXIst century, you can join us on Discord by following this link: https://discord.gg/Yt8u8TQ

 

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Naturally, the site is completely free, and I will keep uploading this story to Nifty as well, but having a site allows me to provide some extra, complementary material along with other things!

 

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Cheers!

— Zuke.