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Saint Valentino's Academy for Gifted Boys

 

 

Chapter 2: Medical Examination.

 

Christian saw himself standing on a big stone staircase that led towards the inside of the old fortress; this staircase was flanked by two identical wooden docks. The boy stood there, unsure as to what to do, while the unknown man helped Brother Jon unpack the boat.

 

"You must be the new student!" a voice that belonged to an older boy addressed Christian. What caught Christian's attention the most wasn't the handsome 17-year-old owner of said voice, but what the boy was wearing. His wardrobe was peculiar in that it consisted of a sailor shirt and navy-blue trousers that reached all the way to mid-calf. In addition, there was a red bandana under the boy's shirt collar which was oddly reminiscent of a Japanese girl school uniform, which while amusing, didn't bode well for Christian. But on second thought, the boy didn't look half bad!

 

"I'm Paolo, a prefect here at the academy,'' the boy in sailor uniform introduced himself as he extended his arm to Christian, his green eyes sparkling under his dark mane and olive skin. "Welcome to Saint Valentino's," Paolo spoke with a sweet Mediterranean accent that sounded like honey on Christian's ears.

 

"Thanks, I'm Christian." Christian shook the boy's hand and added the best smile he was capable of; was his mind playing tricks on him, or was Paolo undressing him with his eyes? He must have been more tired, or horny, than he thought!

 

Paolo nodded. "Right, let's go then!" he announced and started to lead the boy inside the massive medieval fortress that would be his home for the foreseeable future. The place looked to be particularly old, given its eclectic combination of architecture styles that seemed to go back all the way back to classical Greece, or rather, Rome, like Brother Jon had said; though it was the distinct Byzantine influence that dominated the place.

 

The other thing he couldn't help but to notice was the abundance of statues that depicted naked winged boys, and not just toddlers either. In fact, most of the statues depicted boys of around his age! Some of them were standing in dignified positions, but many others were peeing and even posing mischievously, with big naughty smiles as they showed their assets to anyone who dared to look.

 

"Before I take you to your dorm, you first must have a mandatory medical examination," Paolo mentioned with a strange eagerness. The words medical examination made the boy pale visibly and even tremble a little, which caused the eldest of the boys to worry. "It's OK, newbie, you're safe here! There's nothing to worry about! As long as you do everything they tell you to, that is."

 

Somehow, Paolo's words were not particularly reassuring to Christian, but it's not as if there was anything he could do either way.

 

"Oh, before I forget!" Paolo added in a hurry. "You must always address your superiors with sir, is that clear?"

 

"Yes," Christian answered meekly, diverting his eyes to the cobblestone road.

 

"Can't hear you, newbie!" Paolo raised his voice a little, but without losing his friendly tone.

 

"Yes, sir!" the boy spoke up, not without a noticeable pink tint on his cheeks.

 

Paolo smiled approvingly at Christian as he tousled the boy's hair. "You'll fit right in."

 

The two boys kept walking uphill across a variety of green fields and old-looking edifices that seemed to be populated by a myriad of boys in similar uniform; although far away, Christian could see that the boys running and laughing in the fields seemed to be quite happy and cheerful, something that actually made the boy feel a bit more reassured about what awaited him; his father was just trying to scare him, for sure, right? Right?!

 

Eventually, they reached the top of the fortified complex, which was crowned by what looked to be a gigantic castle.

 

Being born and raised in Scotland, Christian was used to seeing ancient castles and their majestic ruins sprinkled all over the land; but no castle he had ever seen in the cold Scottish fields could compare in size and complexity to what lay before him. Not to mention its rich terracotta colour or the colourful flags and banners hanging on its walls.

 

The boys passed through a medieval gatehouse before arriving at a courtyard which led to the castle's main entrance; a massive black double door that was painstakingly decorated with thousands of naked winged boys on every inch of its surface.

 

Paolo seemed to approve of Christian's reaction, but he didn't give the boy any time to stop and appreciate the view. Instead, he urged him to continue, leading the boy inside into the eclectic vestibule. Before Christian could take a good look at the place, Paolo was already leading him through a series of stone stairs that lead underground, towards what could only be called the castle's dungeons; it was this where the Medical Centre was located, right next to places such as the laundry room, storage, and boiler rooms, among many other places usually forbidden to mere students like them.

 

Christian couldn't help but to gasp at the sight of the place, it looked nothing like any Nurse's office he had ever been in. Stone-cold walls carved with intricate designs from which luxurious paintings and tapestries that depicted even more naked winged boys, as well as a symbol in particular that seemed to be repeated all over; a rod with a single serpent intertwined on it.

 

"Hi Paolo!" A woman happily greeted the older boy from behind her luxurious desk as she spied the two boys entering her domain. "And you must be Mr. Cockburn, am I wrong?" The young nurse greeted the youngest of the boys. "I am Nurse Lucy Hardwick."

 

Christian was at a loss for words; he had never been particularly interested in girls, if at all, but even he had to admit that the nurse was a drop-dead gorgeous woman; long red hair, penetrating green eyes and a voluptuous body the likes of which Hollywood divas would kill for. The tight white dress (with the same symbol painted over her sleeve and breast in bright red) only worked to accentuate her beauty even more.

 

The boy just looked down at the floor and nodded shyly, trying but failing not to blush.

 

"Oh, darling, there's no need to be shy!" It was only then that Christian finally noticed the woman's familiar accent, was she Irish?

 

"Doctor, your patient has arrived," Nurse Lucy spoke through her intercom, which surprised Christian yet again, a doctor? He had never seen or heard of any school who had a full-time doctor! But then again, considering how isolated from the rest of the world this school was, it did kind of make sense.

 

"Ah, Mr. Cockburn, I've been expecting you. You can call me Dr. Rotwang." Christian never knew when or where the man had appeared from, but there he was, right in front of him. The man was dressed in a typical white lab coat, but with that same serpent and rod symbol adorned on it. "Shall we proceed to the examination room?"

 

Dr. Dimitri Rotwang was a tall, young-looking man with long, straight platinum blond hair that reached his mid back. He was particularly pale, with almost sickly looking skin and piercing icy blue eyes. He spoke with a heavy Romanian accent that was too reminiscent of an old school vampire. The man's demeanour was certainly friendly enough but like before, Christian felt the man's eyes roaming the boy's body with keen interest.

 

Maybe it was the exhaustion from travelling two days straight or his anxiety of having to take such a trip in the first place; but it really seemed to Christian like the doctor, nurse, and prefect were looking at him like a piece of naked meat on display. He was probably mistaken, but he still couldn't shake that feeling.

 

Either way, he was now alone, separated by many hundreds, if not thousands, of kilometres from everything and everyone he knew; even if they had abandoned him, in a castle's dungeon located on a tidal island [1] surrounded by what looked to be the dangerous waters of the high tide, in god only knows what part of Greece. To say that he felt like he was completely at the mercy of these three strange individuals would have been the understatement of the century. What would happen to him if he refused? Would he be thrown into the sea to drown? Christian had never been that great of a swimmer, so such thoughts did nothing to help ease his state of mind.

 

On trembling legs, Christian took one wobbly step after another and started slowly walking towards the room (one of several) the doctor had indicated, feeling like he was headed to his execution. Following closely behind him were the man and prefect, who seemed to be in quiet conversation about what was yet to come.

 

Like everything else in that place, the examination room turned out to be quite different from any other he had ever seen or been into. For starters, the room was pretty big, enough to easily fit 10 boys with room to spare. The room included an old Oxford leather sofa that could comfortably seat up to three spectators. Christian paused, what doctor's office in the world has a couch for spectators?! And to make matters worse, it was situated rather close to the examination table. Looking at the exam table shot a jolt of abject fear and horror straight down his spine.

 

The table had thick leather straps for full-body restraints: head, arms, chest, and even legs! Oh, god! Dad was right! They are going to use me as a slave or harvest my organs or something worse?! Why else would their table need restraints, then? A cold sweat broke across Christian's body as he began to uncontrollably shake and tremble at the sight and was rooted in his place.

 

Having been with several boys for their first visit to the Medical Centre, Paolo was well aware just how unsettling and frightening the table can look to the newcomers, especially after their long trip to get here; not to mention whatever horrors they had endured before coming to this place. Christian's trembling was more than most boys, but it wasn't unexpected. He was deeply thankful, however, that Christian merely trembled in his place, instead of becoming like a cornered frightened tiger that was literally fighting for his life; or pissed, or shit himself where he stood, like some of the younger boys tended to do. Those were rough and painful days, for sure.

 

He placed his hand on the boy's shoulder and gave him a warm, reassuring smile that everything would be okay. That seemed to do the trick, while it was clear the boy wasn't entirely convinced, it was enough to get him walking to the table again.

 

"Sorry that I'm late," a stranger's voice filled the examination room, making Christian turn around to see the newcomer.

 

"Not late at all, Professor Theosdoupulos," Dr. Rotwang greeted the man as he prepared himself for the examination, clipboard in hand. "Please take a seat, you too, Paolo."

 

Professor Leonardo Theosdoupulos greeted the boy, "You must be Christian. I'll be your home room teacher starting today."

 

Once again, Christian was at a loss for words; in front of him was standing possibly the most gorgeous man in existence. Even under his elegant three-piece suit, Christian could see that the man was quite fit, his olive skin, and wavy sandy blond hair made him look angelic, but his eyes were like nothing Christian had ever seen: his left eye was green, while his right eye was blue.

 

Christian couldn't help but to blush as both his heart and his cock throbbed at the sight of such an Adonis, washing away his anxiety and fear in one fell swoop. However, the boy's relief was short-lived.

 

"Alright, Mr. Cockburn, let's begin." Dr. Rotwang started the examination. "Please strip, you may leave your clothes over there."

 

So far so good, Christian thought, although a bit quirky, the doctor seemed to him to be rather nice. But why would my home room teacher be at my medical examination?

 

Christian looked around, hoping to find anything that remotely resembled a privacy screen; in its place, he only found a basket where Dr. Rotwang had indicated. The boy looked at the basket and then back at the doctor, who simply raised an eyebrow.

 

"Is there a problem, Mr. Cockburn?" The doctor asked.

 

Christian blushed but silently complied; the boy could not remember the last time he had been made to undress in a room full of adults. Is this the last time I'll wear clothes in this place? Christian worried, but he quickly shook that thought out of his mind, he had seen the boys on the fields outside the school, they seemed happy enough and clothed!

 

He started with his old shoes before removing his shirt with one movement, revealing his pale skin and pink nipples; the boy tried to ignore the three sets of eyes placed upon him without much success. His hands had become clumsy and his body flustered, but he still managed to take off his ripped jeans without tripping over his own feet. He thanked God, or whoever was there, that he had the good idea to wear unassuming black boxer briefs that day.

 

Before anyone could say anything regarding Christian's body or his (disappointing) choice of underwear; Nurse Hardwick entered the room carrying a platter full of strange silver instruments. Many of them with peculiar phallic shapes, along with a small assortment of flasks and other knick-knacks. Christian instinctively placed his hands over his crotch upon seeing the young woman and the rest of her tight dress. She wore a long white dress with a slit on either side that started at her hips, travelling down. Nurse Hardwick was also wearing lace stockings, garter belts as well as white shoes.

 

The nurse placed the tray on the table next to the examination table but didn't leave the room, instead standing next to Dr. Rotwang and placing her penetrating green eyes on the mortified boy.

 

"Your underwear as well, if you would be so kind, Mr. Cockburn," Dr. Rotwang told the boy when he saw him stop. A cold shiver ran down Christian's spine upon hearing those words.

 

"N-naked?" the boy stuttered, trying to avoid eye contact. "I-is that r-really necessary, s-sir?"

 

"Absolutely, Mr. Cockburn! How else am I to take your temperature?"

 

Christian really wanted to debate the doctor's logic, but the words utterly escaped him.

 

"Are you worried about Nurse Hardwick?" Dr. Rotwang asked patiently. "There's no need to be shy or embarrassed on our behalf. I can assure you, you've got nothing she, or we for that matter, haven't seen before a thousand times already. I know that this might be a scary moment for you, but I can assure you that you are not the only one who has felt this way. It's completely normal and expected. That being said, they do need to come off for us to continue the exam," the man gently spoke as he placed a reassuring hand on Christian's naked shoulders.

Christian nodded, feeling a bit reassured by the doctor's kind words but without losing the pink tint on his cheeks; they were doctors, after all, healers, and in a school full of boys such as this, they probably were more than used to seeing a never-ending parade of cocks and balls. Either way, it's not as if he could actually refuse, right? He sighed deeply and slowly placed his trembling hands on the waistband of his boxer briefs, intending to pull them down; but they froze in position. Christian cursed in silence as he tried again, but his arms would simply not respond to his commands.

 

"My, that's a bad case of shyness you got there, Mr. Cockburn.'' Dr. Rotwang chuckled as he scribbled down something on his clipboard. "It won't do you any good in this academy, but don't worry; given that it's your very first day, we'll overlook it." he warned the boy.

 

Christian nailed his eyes to the floor in shame and even guilt. He had been there for less than an hour and was already having problems with authority.

 

"T-thanks, s-sir," the boy spoke in a barely audible voice, hoping to show his willingness to cooperate.

 

"Aww, such a sweet boy," Dr. Rotwang, cooed at him. "We'll be working on getting rid of that chronic shyness of yours, Mr. Cockburn, isn't that right?" the doctor asked him as he placed his hand on his shoulder once again.

 

"Y-yes, sir." Christian blushed and nodded, barely perceptively; he wasn't going to get in trouble this time around!

 

"Excellent! Now, please stand in front of me and place your arms on the back of your head, if you would be so kind, we'll take it from here." Dr. Rotwang spoke with the same patient tone and the boy did as told without further delay.

 

"Nurse Hardwick, would you mind?" Dr. Rotwang asked his trusted nurse.

 

"Not at all, Doctor" the woman placed a seductive smile on her face and pulled down Christian's underwear in one single movement, finally leaving the boy as naked as the day he had come to this world! And in front of a woman no less!

 

Christian couldn't help but to feel a cold shiver run down his spine. His pale skin was also quickly covered in goosebumps as it took on a lovely shade of bright red from being exposed, and tears started to form in his eyes. If that wasn't enough; despite the utter confusion and humiliation he was suffering, it seemed like his body had betrayed him, he could clearly feel his immature member slowly awaken!

 

Dr. Rotwang saw Christian's predicament and gave him a warm smile. "You've got nothing to be ashamed of, Mr. Cockburn," he cheered the boy, and started scribbling more things down on his clipboard. "You have a beautiful body! Almost perfect, in fact! Boys like you should be proud of sharing their fleeting beauty with the world!"

 

Christian was still too ashamed to really take in the man's enthusiastic praise, but that almost perfect did linger in his mind; what exactly did the man meant by almost perfect?

 

However, the boy didn't have time to dwell on the meaning of those words, for Dr. Rotwang started his evaluation. He motioned Christian to stand on a scale next to one of the walls. It was clear to Christian that this was used to measure his weight. Next, he told the boy to stand up straight as he pulled a flap down above the boy until it just touched his head. He recorded these numbers onto his pad while muttering something about a good weight and okay height for a boy his age. He then brought the boy back to the centre of the room and began touching, poking and measuring his body in all sorts of places and giving several numbers to the nurse who scribbled them all on the same clipboard; all of this under the inquisitive gaze of his new home room teacher and Paolo, the prefect.

 

Christian was a tad short for a 13-year-old, merely 140 cm (or 4'6") tall, but both Dr. Rotwang and Nurse Hardwick wholly assured him that it was perfectly normal. Christian's mind didn't have space to worry about his height when he had four sets of eyes on his substantial behind, a feature that had attracted his previous P.E. teacher in the first place.

 

After having his weight recorded and having to hear more than one comment about how cute and plump his butt was, things took a rather weird turn for the boy. Christian had found it odd having to be measured and weighed butt naked, but it wasn't exactly unheard of either. But, to undergo an eye exam while completely naked, was something he never thought he'd have to do.

 

"Alright, Mr. Cockburn," the man spoke gently while scribbling on his clipboard. "Please stand on the footmarks next to the examination table and touch your toes."

 

Once again, the words brought Christian back to his old P.E. teacher and the things they used to do. While not quite the same, this action resulted in the boy bending in a quasi-erotic manner for the four pair of eyes, revealing his pink hole, hairless taint, and loose ball sack in the process.

 

"What is this...?" the doctor asked no one in particular. Christian then felt the doctor kneel behind him, close enough that he could feel his breath on his butt. The doctor gasped, "I don't believe my eyes. Quick, everyone, come over here." The doctor then placed a hand on the small of the boy's back and pushed his chest down even a little farther so that the rest could get a better look at what he had found; once the other three had congregated around Christian's butt, which only made his embarrassment reach unprecedented levels, the doctor continued, "Do you see what I am seeing?"

 

The two remaining adults and one prefect had to do a double take when they saw the peculiar shaped thing that drew the doctor's attention to Christian's hairless taint. The three adults and one prefect all looked at each other in silence, as if to confirm that they were all seeing what they thought they had just seen. "Well now, that is quite curious." the doctor mumbled to himself.

 

What? What did they find? Christian thought to himself in exasperation, having to be in this embarrassing pose, showing his arse to everyone was bad enough.

But to hear they found something that actually surprised them was even worse; and to top it all off, all these eyes on his naked behind had made his cock hard as steel!

 

"W-what is it, Doctor, s-sir?" Christian asked meekly. If it were even possible to feel more embarrassed, he would've.

 

"You got a birthmark, Mr. Cockburn, why didn't you tell us?" the doctor questioned Christian as if he had been keeping it a secret.

 

"A-a b-birthmark?! I-I have no idea what you are talking about, s-s-sir!" Christian was completely flabbergasted, his mother had never mentioned such a thing.

 

"Yes, it's right here on your taint, and it's shaped like a heart, how could you not know?" Dr. Rotwang spoke as if he had just made the medical discovery of the century and was going to receive the Nobel Prize for it.

 

In such a vulnerable position, Christian couldn't help but feel dread and nervousness begin to overtake him. "I-is that bad, s-sir? I really didn't know about it. Please don't be mad or punish me. I-I didn't try to lie to you or keep it a secret, I really didn't know about it."

 

"Bad? Oh, not at all. It merely surprised us, my sweet boy. Moreover, there's nothing to worry about, you've done nothing wrong." The Doctor immediately changed his tone for a more fatherly one, in hopes to reassure the poor boy.

 

Leaving the topic of Christian's peculiar birthmark aside, Dr. Rotwang decided to carry on with his examination; however, it seemed like the emotion of the moment, and the odd angle that the doctor had pushed him into, got the best of Christian, who started to lose his balance.

 

"Careful, Mr. Cockburn, don't fall on us," the man teased with an amused voice. "Nurse Hardwick, would you mind helping Mr. Cockburn keep his balance?"

 

Without saying a word, the nurse knelt next to Christian, to help steady him, and then parted the boy's butt cheeks to give the doctor better access.

 

"Ah! Not a virgin any more, I see," Dr. Rotwang exclaimed with enthusiasm for all the room to hear, but his words only made the boy tremble in fear and shame. "Your sexuality is nothing to be ashamed of, my dear boy."

 

"H-how c-can y-you k-know t-that, s-sir?" Christian meekly whispered as his face turned completely red and absolutely horrified that he was found out that quickly.

 

"I've been working here at the academy for over 40 years, boy!" Dr. Rotwang laughed. "There are very few in this world who know their way around a boy's asshole as I do!" As the doctor said this, he also started to gently finger Christian's hole.

 

That statement, coupled with the sudden sensation on his exposed hole, surprised Christian so much that he nearly lost his balance, yet again, and he would have fell had Nurse Hardwick not been holding him. Over 40 years!? The man didn't look a day over 25, tops! Just how old was he!? Unfortunately for Christian, his humiliation didn't end there.

 

"Tell me, Mr. Cockburn, who did it?" the man asked, giddy as a gossipy teen as he fingered his pink hole without mercy. "It was your P.E. teacher, wasn't it?"

 

Christian was too shocked to respond. If he could have dropped dead on the spot, he would have gladly done so. Just what on earth would he need that information for? To make matters worse, the feelings from the doctor fingering his asshole was beginning to cause his boner to leak pre-cum that was dripping onto the ground.

 

"Come on, Mr. Cockburn," the doctor insisted as he started to actually finger fuck the boy, making him moan out loud. "Nobody here is going to judge you. You can tell us."

 

"Y-yes, s-sir," Christian finally gave in. "It was Mr. Jenkins, my old P.E. teacher."

 

"I see, and how big was he?"

 

The question caught Christian off guard, how was he supposed to know? It's not as if he measured his cock before taking it up the arse! And even if he knew, why was this information even relevant anyway? "I-I don't know, sir," the boy answered as he blushed. "I-it was pretty big."

 

"How many times did he penetrate you?" Dr. Rotwang continued his questions with glee as he kept finger fucking the boy, who was once again at a loss for words.

 

"O-only o-once, sir," Christian answered after a while, his mind drifting in a mix of shame, humiliation and a strange but powerful sexual arousal.

 

Without skipping a beat, the man asked, "And did you like it?"

 

If Christian could have blushed more, he would have turned into a tomato; how on earth was he supposed to answer that!? But, had he?

 

The boy had grown quite used to the taste of the man's cock and at times found himself wanting it even, but his ass hadn't been quite the same story. He hadn't minded his teacher's hands on his body, how he'd tease his nipples, or the man's big fingers stretching his virgin hole as he laid naked on his desk. But all he could remember of the actual event was the pain from the fat cock stretching his insides before he could get used to it, and the man's big hands covering his mouth; preventing anyone from hearing the blood-curdling scream the boy was making. Mr. Jenkins had enjoyed himself quite a bit, yes, but had he? "I-I'm not sure, sir," was the boy's honest answer.

 

"Oh?" Dr. Rotwang sounded particularly interested in him now. "Care to elaborate?"

 

"I-I didn't hate it..." Christian could practically hear the doctor's smile, and hated him for it, "but all I can really remember from it was the pain from being nearly ripped apart." His honesty did earn him a well-placed moan, courtesy of his fingers hitting his prostate.

 

"I see," was the doctor's answer, his jovial tone had suddenly disappeared without a trace. "Now, tell me, did he ejaculate inside you?" Dr. Rotwang continued with his terrible questionnaire, probing deeper and deeper.

 

"Y-yes," Christian answered. "He did, sir." Quite a bit in fact, the boy could still remember how it felt to be filled so much with that warm sticky substance that it overflowed, soiling his undies with a mix of cum and blood. Although the latter had scared him quite a bit, so much that he had spent entire weeks filling his undies with toilet paper, to prevent staining them. He still couldn't deny that he had enjoyed the feeling of his teacher's hot cum inside him.

 

"Good boy!" The doctor seemed to approve. Normally, Christian would have found that odd at best but in those circumstances, with his mind partially clouded by the feelings of pleasure and humiliation, the boy had started to welcome the doctor's praise and the feelings he gave him.

 

"Now, how about performing oral sex on him?"

 

"Y-yes," Christian answered without hesitating, hoping for this questionnaire to end. "Almost every day since I turned 12, sir," he blurted out, his heart beating fast in a mix of fear and that strange pleasure at acknowledgment of all those dirty deeds he did.

 

The doctor finally removed his fingers from the boy's behind with a satisfied smile on his face, meanwhile Nurse Hardwick released the boy, though not after lovingly reassuring him how such a good patient he was.

 

Even though it was awkward, Christian had been close to cumming. He felt empty and ripped off that the doctor had just suddenly stopped and denied him that feeling.

 

"You've been a superb boy, Mr. Cockburn," the doctor declared approvingly. "Come, lay on the table and catch your breath."

 

Christian almost smiled upon hearing those words, but there was one problem; all that touching and stretching and probing and questioning had given him a particularly big erection.

 

"Is there a problem?" the man asked him inquisitively, his eyes fixated on the boy's erection.

 

"N-no." The boy hesitantly answered before he finally hopped on the table, erection notwithstanding.

 

"Oh, what a magnificent specimen we have here," Dr. Rotwang said as he immediately touched and felt the boy's erection as soon as he placed his eyes upon it; not unlike a child with a new toy. Cupping his balls and retracting his foreskin, making the boy twitch and moan in surprise from the doctor's administration.

 

"Nurse Hardwick, would you mind?" the doctor ordered, and the nurse started tying the boy down to the table thanks to some rather thick leather straps.

 

"Wait, wait, wait! Why am I being tied down?! What did I do wrong?" Christian nearly shouted in a sudden panic. This was what his father had warned him about during that god-awful week at home, waiting to be forced to come here. Somehow he had offended them enough that they were going to hurt him in some way. Was he about to die? "Please!! I'm sorry, you don't have to do this, please... I'll be good..." Christian started to hyperventilate at the thought of what lay in store for him. "P-please... please... don't h-hurt me..." Christian cried pitifully.

 

Dr. Rotwang had done this procedure many times, sure none of the boys liked it and most balked, but he had never seen a reaction as strong as Christian's. He quickly went over to the boy and tried to reassure him. "This is merely for security reasons, Mr. Cockburn, for your safety and ours," the doctor said. "Nothing you should worry about. You are safe here," he cooed to the boy, "we're not going to hurt you. What has you so worked up?"

 

Christian eyes were red and puffy from the tears that streaked down his face. He tried to fight to control his breathing, so he could respond. "Isn't this... this is when you're g-going to r-rape me, or cut off my b-balls," Christian gulped from both panic and nerves, "or k-kill me and h-harvest my organs, right?? Why else would you need these restraints? What did I do wrong?" he begged the doctor.

 

"Good gods boy! Why would you ever think we intended to do any of those things?!" the doctor exclaimed in both visible shock and disgust at the ideas.

 

"My... my Dad said that you guys only w-wanted me, so you could f-fuck me... or make me a slave... or do worse things to me..." Despite his best efforts, he wasn't able to stop the full body visible shudder of fear that coursed through his entire body; which caused his skin to break out in goosebumps and the hair on the back of his neck to stand straight out. He couldn't help but recall every single gruesome detail that his father had told him about what horrible things these people were capable of doing to boys like him. No one wanted him, especially not his parents. So to him, the school didn't have any reason to not kill him if they saw fit to. Suddenly, he felt a need to shout out, "I was lonely and just wanted love! I don't want to die or become a slave because of that!" Christian then collapsed into full-blown hysterical sobbing.

 

Dr. Rotwang had to pause for a moment to marshal his thoughts and to come up with some way to convince this boy that they weren't going to do any of what he was afraid of. How could anyone think that way? This wasn't some prostitution den posing as a boarding school or black market chop shop for harvesting boys' organs, but a refuge for boys who had been subjected to horrible things such as rape and even slavery; a place where those boys who had been discarded by society could begin anew. The very insinuation made the usually cordial Dr. Rotwang tremble in rage, not at the boy, but at the fact that such places even existed.

 

Christian had taken that moment to glance around the room, when he saw the face of pure, unadulterated rage on the doctor's face, and it scared him beyond any reasonable measure. He didn't understand why, but the rage reflected in the doctor's face terrified him more than everything else he had been worried about. It was as if within the strange doctor, a terrible creature lurked, something dark and nightmarish that triggered a primal response within the boy. All his panicked mind could make out of it was that death was near.

 

Because of the state he was in, he wrongfully assumed that the face was directed at him, which caused him to cower and try to get even more away from the people in the room. Which wasn't easy to do when you were naked and partially restrained on an exam table.

 

Unfortunately, Dr. Rotwang was oblivious to how Christian's now heightened state of fear and panic, as the man was trying to come to terms about what he had heard and find some way to help the boy.

 

Professor Leonardo Theosdoupulos and Paolo were sitting on the couch in complete shock about what had just transpired. One moment Christian was, more or less fine, like most boys on their first examination, and now he was on the verge of a mental shutdown. Being the school's counsellor, one of the many reasons why he joined these intake exams, was because he knew the signs of emotional brainwashing and an impending complete mental failure. The likes that could lead to a coma at best, or at worse, death.

 

He knew that he had to intervene now, or it could be too late. He jumped up from the couch; further surprising the prefect next to him, but it just couldn't be helped, and strode quickly over to the exam table to help the doctor with Christian. Not only that, but he had a horrible feeling about where this was headed if he did not get the situation under control right away.

 

He reached out to grasp Christian's hand, but his first attempt failed, as the boy had violently flinched back and shouted about not touching or hurting him.

 

The professor couldn't blame the frightened boy for the way he acted. But he was determined to help him. He reached out again and this time grabbed the boy's hand on his own and placed it over his heart.

 

"Christian, listen to me," the man spoke gently but firmly. "Can you feel it? The beat of my heart?"

 

It took more than a few minutes, but eventually Christian was finally able to calm down enough to where he was able to nod yes in silence, tears still streaming down his face.

 

"OK, I want you to focus on it, focus on my breathing; good, now you too, breathe with me, you are safe here, nobody will harm you, now just breathe."

 

The boy slowly obeyed the man's instructions, not without certain difficulty; if Christian had been in any other state of mind, he could have probably noticed the faint glow emanating from the man who would be his home room teacher.

 

Even with Leonardo's help, it still took Christian almost 20 minutes to fully calm down enough and be reassured that none of the things he feared were true in any way. It was only after they were finally able to bring Christian back to a state where they could work with him again that the tension in the room seemed to dissipate a little. However, doctor, nurse, and prefect still felt a strong disgust and rage towards Christian's bastard of a father for what he had done to his son.

 

Once things were under control, the examination was able to continue; however, all the staff knew they needed to tread cautiously from here on out. With what lies Christian's father had convinced him of, none of them could know just what might set off this poor special boy again.

 

The nurse gently tied his legs on the leg restraints; once again leaving all of his most intimate bits, including his recently proved and loosened hole, completely exposed to the four sets of eyes.

 

After measuring such things as the boy's penis length, about five inches (12.7 cm), foreskin, balls, ball sack, and even the circumference of his anus.

 

"Let's proceed with shaving him then!" the doctor ordered with his hands still on the boy's erection.

 

"S-shaving? I-is it truly necessary, sir?" he asked meekly; anything but his pubes! Christian knew he didn't really have that many, but he had enough to make him feel grown up!

 

"I'm afraid it must be done, son," the doctor calmly explained to the panicked boy as he gently caressed his hair. "Body hair, including pubic hair, is a privilege in this academy, you see, and students under the age of 15, such as your good self, do not have this privilege, yet."

 

The boy didn't have words to convey what he was feeling; pube privileges? Just what kind of school had his parents dumped him in?

 

"Besides, you'll be far better without these dirty hairs getting in the way!" the doctor continued to explain as he caressed the boy's pubic area, making him tremble. "Being smooth is much better for a cute boy like you, it enhances your beauty by tenfold, and it makes your penis look bigger too! You'll see."

 

Christian just looked down at his pubes, he was still scared, but it seemed like the worst had passed.

 

Dr. Rotwang placed a knowing smile on his face. Normally, he wouldn't put as much effort in reassuring his patients, but because of what happened earlier, he knew he needed to do more. He grinned and winked at the boy, "I'll let you in on a little secret. It's completely normal to be proud of the first pubes you make. And like you, every boy who has come through here has tried to keep his. But do you want to know what the amusing thing is?"

 

Christian was wary, but decided to humour the doctor. "What...?"

 

"Almost all of those boys come back in here, only a few months later, asking for those pesky hairs to be permanently removed!" the doctor laughed. "They loved being bald." Then making his voice calmer and more gentle, the doctor continued, "So we're going to proceed then," Dr. Rotwang spoke, less ordering and more asking, hoping to ease the boy a little. "Alright?"

 

"Alright, sir..." a subdued Christian finally answered.

 

Although reluctant, the boy seemed to have understood his situation quite well.

 

"Ms. Hardwick, I shall leave him to you then," the man ordered and started scribbling more things on the clipboard. He was shaping up to be a strong candidate indeed, despite his father's attempts at sabotaging him.

 

"Try not to move, sweetie," the nurse gently warned him as she got to work. She smeared his delicate skin with several oils and foams; then the woman then took a hold of his erection and with a sharp straight edge blade; proceeded to systematically eliminate any hair or trace of it from his pubic area, ball sack, taint, and even his hole, all of this in record time and without cutting him even once. Christian couldn't help but to blush as the woman held his most delicate bits as she did her job, realizing that nobody had ever held his junk like this before in his life, not even Mr Jenkins.

 

The nurse continued in silence before releasing the boy's genitals to move onto checking his chest, armpits, and other areas for rogue hairs and afterwards, applied a soothing lotion all over his delicate skin as a finishing touch. The result was the boy's young body being completely free of hair from the neck down; not even a hint of peach fuzz had remained.

 

Christian would never admit to it, but despite his feelings of despair, he got hard again, not to mention that the oils the nurse had applied to his privates, added to her gentle handling, had resulted to be surprisingly enjoyable.

 

"Ah, now you're perfect!" Dr. Rotwang exclaimed with approval upon seeing and testing the results, gently caressing the boy's bare skin and privates. "You are now the epitome of youth and male beauty, my sweet boy!"

 

So, that's what he meant with almost perfect. Christian would have normally rolled his eyes at such a statement, but instead he smiled a bit. In his current state, such words seemed to hit a particular place in his mind and his heart that still ached for adult approval.

 

"As part of the examinations, we will need to take some samples," Dr. Rotwang explained. " I hope you'll be able to accommodate us, son," the doctor finished, before placing the tip of the boy's erected penis in one of the flasks.

 

"This is for semen," the man explained gleefully. "And we'll need another for urine, Nurse Hardwick will take care of the blood sample."

 

Had the doctor explained this to Christian mere minutes ago, he would have probably had something to say about why they would need a semen sample to begin with. But now, all the boy could think of was having to cum while people were watching him.

 

"I-ah," Christian started, having trouble finding the right words. "I'm gonna need one free hand for this."

 

"Oh?" Dr. Rotwang seemed rather surprised by the boy's statement. "Oh, no need to worry, we'll take care of it for you. You just lay back and relax."

 

It took a while for Christian to realize that he had just offered to masturbate in front of these people; these strangers he had literally just met. Upon realizing, he just closed his eyes and blushed again; what was wrong with him!?

 

The doctor took one of the phallic looking silver instruments on the tray and connected it to a long grey hose before lubing it and placing it on Christian's loosened entrance.

 

"Now, before we collect that sample, we're going to give you an enema, as it's our policy to clean out every boy when they first get here," the doctor explained. "So do let me know if you cannot hold it any more."

 

"A-an enema, sir?" Christian asked with uncertainty, feeling more than a little scared by whatever that was.

 

"Don't be afraid, Mr. Cockburn," Dr. Rotwang assured the boy. "We're merely going to clean your bowels, you'll feel so much better once you're nice and clean, you'll see!"

 

Christian nodded, and the doctor inserted the instrument without much trouble before turning on the flow; soon the boy could feel how the thing started to fill his lower intestine with warm soapy water; it was a strange feeling at first, but not entirely unpleasant, and strangely reminiscent of his teacher's cum filling his insides.

 

"Doctor, sir," Christian whispered after a minute had passed. "I-I think I'm full." The boy could feel how the warm water moved inside him and even made his belly pop a little.

 

"Great, hold it in for as long as you can," the doctor ordered. "I'm going to change the hose now."

 

The doctor slowly removed the first instrument and replaced it with another bigger one attached to a black hose, the boy moaned as the new girth stretched his insides further while trying not to spill any of the soapy water; however something unexpected happened as the new instrument was being inserted into his body, it pressed against the boy's already abused prostate in the process.

 

"Doctor, s-sir," Christian tried to speak. "I t-think I'm gonna cu-" He couldn't finish the sentence before his ejaculation took over him, filling the flask with the milky seed.

 

This surprised everyone in the room, though, perhaps Christian most of all, who in his stupor, missed the smiles of accomplishment the other shared.

 

"Marvellous, my boy, simply marvellous!" Dr. Rotwang showered Christian with no end of praise before the boy realized what he had just done. "Out of all the boys that I have had on my examination table, there are few who can do what you just did, and look at how much, too! Almost like a cupid!"

 

Christian was too busy catching his breath to heed the doctor's nonsensical ramble about cum and cupids. Not even Mr. Jenkins had been able to make him cum like that!

 

The man gave Christian precious time to recuperate as he and the nurse continued the process, emptying his insides this time before examining his newly washed asshole to determine if another round of enema was in order.

 

The few seconds that the doctor took in this task felt like hours to Christian until the doctor's voice filled the room once again. "Alright, let's do it again."

 

Christian blushed, but his penis started to twitch and awaken once again.

 

"Your eagerness is appreciated, son," the man commented, caressing Christian's budding erection and removing the flask from it. "However, I'm afraid we no longer require you to provide more semen samples."

 

The boy wanted to die right there and then, how was it possible that he was being subjected to all of this and worse still that he reacted in such a manner!?

 

"Let us proceed then with your second enema."

 

"Y-yes, sir."

 

The second round wasn't as remarkable as the first. Christian found himself far more accommodating of it now that he knew what to expect. Dr. Rotwang, however, wasn't satisfied with the cleanliness of his asshole and insides until he had repeated the process twice more.

 

"Ah, perfection!" The eccentric man exclaimed. "Your hole is so clean I could eat it out!"

 

"D-don't you mean out of it, s-sir?" a perplexed and very red Christian asked meekly.

 

"Don't be silly, son!" Dr. Rotwang laughed. "Why would I want to eat out of a boy's asshole? That's not hygienic!" The doctor continued to laugh as he mumbled something that sounded very much like "boys these days" before taking a hold of another instrument.

 

Unlike the previous ones, this one wasn't metallic but rubbery and black, although it did keep the suspiciously phallic shape. The instrument in question also came attached with a cable and a small manual air pump; it didn't take much for the bound boy to guess what that thing's purpose was. A purpose that was made all the more clear given how the doctor proceeded to cover it in lube.

 

"Very well," the man spoke as he rubbed the thing up and down, not unlike what he liked to do with a certain currently hardened part of his own anatomy. "Now we're going to test your muscle's strength and flexibility." The doctor announced before slowly inserting the instrument in question inside Christian's stretched asshole; perhaps as a result, the boy found only a small discomfort in receiving such a length, but that soon changed.

 

Thanks to a small pump, the instrument started to inflate and grow bigger inside him. Stretching him far beyond he knew it was possible, and certainly far beyond Mr. Jenkins had ever managed to. Eventually, the device had got large enough that Christian thought it was going to tear open his asshole and began to whimper in pain.

 

While his mind was otherwise distracted, Nurse Hardwick took that time to poke Christian with a small needle and vial to collect a sample of his blood.

 

To make matters worse, and as if the pressure hadn't been enough, Dr. Rotwang had started to move the instrument shoved inside him. This stimulated his prostate in ways he hadn't thought possible, slowly but surely driving him to the edge of madness. Naturally, his already sensitive prostate didn't take the punishment very well, so the boy soon saw himself erupting for the second time that day, and this time all over himself. Nurse Hardwick quickly grabbed a warm, damp rag and gently cleaned the boy up.

 

The doctor then turned a valve on the tool he was using, and a hiss of air filled the room. Christian could feel the thing inside him deflate until it was back to its original size, then the doctor pulled it out of him. "Superbly done, Christian, I apologize for the pain, but you endured it surprisingly well."

 

Both doctor and nurse continued to gather data and samples from him; including such important things for the health of every young boy such as his anal strength, Christian found himself surprised by how easy peeing in public felt after having cummed hands free, twice, in front of the same audience.

 

Unknowingly for Christian, however, the doctor was also registering his submissiveness and ability to remain hard through the entire examination; the boy would make for a wonderful candidate for sure, once they ironed the few kinks out of him, of course.

 

"Very well, Paolo. Would you mind feeding our boy here? He must be exhausted after all of that," Dr. Rotwang asked the prefect, who got up from his seat in a heartbeat. The boy approached a still confused Christian and once he arrived at Christian's head, he then unzipped his trousers and released his fully engorged teenage cock for the boy.

 

Christian blushed upon seeing the erection so close to his face, but his body betrayed him once again as his semi-hard erection sprung to life, revealing that he didn't exactly hate what he saw.

 

And the truth is that Paolo had a beautiful cock, close to six inches (15.24 cm), long foreskin, pink glistening head, and not a hint of pubic hair. Christian unconsciously licked his lips in anticipation before remembering he had an audience and blushing hard. What sort of mental pervert was he!?

 

"Go on ahead, son," Dr. Rotwang encouraged the boy. "Semen is highly nutritious; it contains all sorts of vitamins and even some hormones that are especially good for a growing boy such as yourself. You must continue to consume a generous amount of it as often as possible."

 

Christian couldn't have blushed more if he tried. If he had been in any other situation, he would have questioned the doctor's words, but after everything he had gone through, this didn't seem so weird any more. It didn't help that Paolo was also silently insisting by poking the boy's cheek with the head of his teen cock, leaving a trail of precum behind.

 

"Come on, newbie, open wide. It'll be great, you'll see," Paolo teased the boy with a gentle smile.

 

Christian was trembling in a strange mix of contradictory feelings, humiliation, fear but also excitement and massive amounts of lust. He really wanted to suck that cock. He loved sucking Mr. Jenkins' cock and always took great pleasure in doing it and Paolo's cock looked particularly juicy and delicious but, why did it have to be with an audience?

 

The boy's restraint didn't last long, however, and he quickly turned his head and then engulfed the teen cock with abandon; but not without blushing. Since Paolo's cock was a tad smaller than what Mr. Jenkins had; he had little problem taking the entire length. If his erection was anything to go by, he was enjoying every second of the experience. Meanwhile, the three adults watched the boys with approving smiles.

 

Paolo ejaculated directly into Christian's throat unexpectedly, surprising the boy, but he was quickly able to recover and began swallowing what was being offered. He made sure to drink up to the very last drop of the precious seed without spilling a single bit. The nurse seemed happy as she scribbled something onto the clipboard, and the boy earned the praise of the three males in the room.

 

Paolo's cum was sweet and strangely refreshing, a rather different experience from his teacher's bitter taste that he had grown used to.

 

After parting with Paolo's cock, Christian caught himself wondering if the two other men would feed him as well or even fuck his ass next; the thought of sucking more cock wasn't so bad; and was even a little exciting, but getting his ass fucked terrified the boy, although a small part of him wasn't entirely against the idea. Overall, Christian was perplexed and exhausted, and as he had been reassured at the beginning of the table exam, the experience hadn't been as terrible as he thought it would be. He had even found some strange enjoyment out of parts of it.

 

"You've been a magnificent patient, son," Dr. Rotwang praised Christian. "So much that I do believe you've earned a little reward, Paolo, would you like to do the honours?"

 

"Yes, I'd love to, sir." The prefect smiled as he placed his head between the boy's legs and then engulfed Christian's almost painfully erect penis and started sucking him!

 

Christian gasped out loud as he could barely believe what was happening, an older boy was sucking his penis! Not just that, but he was doing it in front of three other adults, and he was so good at it, too! Christian knew that the talent of this older boy, coupled with the embarrassment of being sucked on in front of other spectators, meant that he wasn't going to last long. It wasn't lost on Christian that not only did those spectators have a hungry look in their eyes, but they were also licking their lips as if they wished it were they sucking on the young teen's rod to taste his sperm.

 

While Christian received his reward, the nurse slowly undid the several belts and straps that held him in place, allowing him to move more freely and better enjoy the blowjob. He began running his hands through Paolo's hair, unable to comprehend just how good he was feeling from the mouth of this talented older boy.

 

"Mr. P-Paolo, sir," Christian tried to warn the older boy. "I'm close!"

 

In response, Paolo intensified his suction and movement. Soon the young teen couldn't hold out any longer and began to violently shake and buck as one of the most powerful orgasmic waves he had ever felt crashed upon him. He didn't know if it was just from Paolo's talented abilities or from the desire strongly emanating from the other three. Whatever the reason, all of his muscles clenched tightly as his body began to spew out the life-giving seed that would eventually create his children. Paolo was surprised at the amount this small boy was able to produce after having already cummed twice before. Still, he gladly drank down all the boy's offered semen, just like he had done for him.

 

"Very well, Mr. Cockburn, this concludes the medical examination," Dr. Rotwang announced. "Now all that is left is to take the pictures for the archive. If you would be so kind as to follow Nurse Hardwick to the next room."

 

With help of the older woman, Christian hopped off the table and walked with wobbly legs towards the basket with his clothes, but was interrupted by the nurse.

 

"No, sweetie, you can dress after we've taken the pictures." she assured him.

 

Normally, Christian would have protested or at least questioned them; naked pictures? Why? Who's going to have access to them? But after all that had happened, he silently compiled without questioning their methods.

 

The photo shoot turned out to be quick. The nurse took full-body pictures of his front and back, a close up of his face, his junk: both soft and hard, as well as his anus and how it looked from behind.

 

After being allowed to dress up, he was finally released and placed in the hands of his new teacher, Professor Leonardo Theosdoupulos, who led him out of the Medical Centre and to his new dorm.

 

Normally, Christian would have felt a compelling need to flirt with the adonis of a man, but after his experience at the hands of Dr. Rotwang and Nurse Lucy Hardwick, the boy was too exhausted to even try; besides, it's not as if the man hadn't just seen about every inch of his body in great detail.

 

"You did great, Christian," the man praised the boy with a charming smile. "The first medical examination isn't easy, and you took it like a champ. I'm very proud of you!" as he wrapped the exhausted boy in a loving embrace.

 

Christian couldn't help but blush as his heart skipped a beat, the man's words had hit a particular area of his broken heart that ached for male approval.

 

Maybe, just maybe, coming all the way here wasn't such a bad idea after all...

 


 

Headmaster's office.

Later that same day.

 

Headmaster Ivan Silvanus sat in his luxurious chair as he watched the boy in front of him dress back up in his uniform with keen interest.

 

"Same time next week, sir?" the boy asked with a coquettish smile as he slid up his navy-blue trousers.

 

"Yes, of course," the headmaster answered with a smile on his lips. "You were particularly... spirited, today."

 

"What can I say? It is an honour to be of service, sir." the boy smiled seductively.

 

However, before the headmaster could reply, his phone rang, effectively killing the mood.

 

Understanding that his time was over, the boy quickly excused himself with a small bow.

 

Ivan looked at the accursed machine with annoyment before picking it up.

 

"Yes, Ms. Mavros?" the headmaster spoke in the most affable tone he was capable of at the moment.

 

"So sorry to cut your time short, but I have Dr. Rotwang on the other line, headmaster, he's got the results of the new student, and he insists that he must talk to you right away."

 

The headmaster sighed, he knew the man well enough to know that he wouldn't have called just for that, surely something had happened; had he got it wrong? "Understood, I'll take the call."

 

"Headmaster." the distinctive voice of their resident doctor echoed from the other side of the handset.

 

"It's not like you to call, Dimitri, so tell me, how did our new student do?"

 

"He didn't do anything wrong, he was quite remarkable in fact. However, it is precisely because of him that I've decided to call, Headmaster. I've just uploaded the results of his file for your viewing pleasure." Dr Rotwang explained.

 

"Excellent, I'm opening them now." the headmaster explained as he turned on the screen of his computer and started looking at Christian's newly formed file. "Ah, Lucy is such a wiz with that camera, the boy looks absolutely delicious despite having just gone through the examination!"

 

"Yeah, he's beautiful, but that's not why I'm calling."

 

"Sorry, you know I can't help myself, tell me everything."

"Mr. Cockburn successfully completed his examination, although not without some issues; It appears his father planted some ideas in his mind that caused him to have a breakdown, thankfully, Leo was able to calm him down; if he hadn't been here, I don't know what could've happened. Otherwise, it is as you suspected; he's still a strong candidate nonetheless. You can see the details over there, I trust."

 

"Sounds like you had a busy afternoon, but there's more, isn't it?

 

"Yes... his DNA test came in."

 

The headmaster smiled, he had an inkling this is where things were headed. "And? What is he? Is he not one of the four? He certainly looks like a dragon to me." he asked.

 

"He's got enough traces in his DNA to fit the House of Hyacinth just fine, but that's not his main-" Dr. Rotwang started to explain.

 

"Then, what is it?" the headmaster interrupted with a bit of impatience in his voice.

 

"It's cupid, sir." Dr. Rotwang stated, as a sudden silence took over the line, as the headmaster had dropped the handset in his shock.

 

"Hello? Are you there, Headmaster?"

 

That was enough to shake the headmaster from his stupor, and he quickly picked up the handset again. "I'm sorry, what did you just say? I'm not certain if I heard you correctly," the headmaster apologized.

 

"His DNA test revealed major traces of Erote in his blood; Christian Cockburn is almost a direct descendent from the Erotes."

 

"B-But that's impossible!" the headmaster tried to argue, unable to believe his ears. "I, personally, researched his family..."

 

"He's got the mark, Ivan." Dr. Rotwang retorted.

 

"Where?"

 

"On his taint, under his ball sack."

 

"Was he aware of it?"

 

"Of course not, would you be?"

 

"Dumb question, I'll contact Sanctuary, see what they know."

 

"Alright, should we proceed as normal then?"

 

"Of course, he's still a student regardless."

 

"Alrighty."

 

Ivan Silvanus hung up the phone, his eyes fixated on the screen of his computer where the naked pictures of Christian were on full display; the unmistakable shape of his birthmark clear as crystal only confirmed that even after several millennia of use, the jalopy old machine still worked as intended.

 

The implications of what the blood tests and birthmark showed could only mean one thing. But how was this possible? While it was true that the existence of a being such as Christian wasn't exactly impossible; this was the first time he had seen such a thing actually happening.

 

Now, Christian wasn't the first mortal boy with cupid blood that he had known. However, Christian's circumstances were so vastly different from the others, he had to conclude the possibility that Christian was the first of his kind ever recorded.

 

Leaning back in his chair and idly tapping a finger to his lips, Ivan mused to himself, What are the odds? Perhaps I should call Leo, he ought to know a thing or two, after all he's-

 

"You look like you've seen better days, old man." A childish but melodic voice brought him back to reality, only to find the owner of the voice staring at him; a boy dressed in a short chiton and a skimpy set of armour that included metallic wings and several red lipstick marks all over the exposed parts of his smooth dark skin.

 

Seemingly unfazed, the headmaster leaned forward in his chair, placed his hands on his desk, and smiled at the boy before him. "Ah, Jared; didn't see you enter." the headmaster immediately recognized the boy he had been working closely with over the past week. "When did you get in?"

 

"Just now, Eva let me in, did I come at a bad time?" the newcomer smiled at him. "Cuz I can always come back later..."

 

"Ah? No, not at all, son," the headmaster exclaimed. "In fact, you're just the cupid I wanted to see!"

 

"Oh? Sorry, old man. I know I'm irresistible, but I'm afraid I'm quite spent already." Jared responded in jest as he shook his body in a seductive way.

 

"Jared, this is serious. It's about, Christian, your charge."

 

"Yeah, that's why I'm here, old man." Jared argued, showing that he was now fully serious. "There's something you have to know about what his father did to him and what he almost did to himself because of it."

 

"What a coincidence, my boy, because there's something you must know as well..."

 

 

~Fin~

Glossary:

[1] Tidal Island: A tidal island is a piece of land that is connected to the mainland by a natural or man-made causeway that is exposed at low tide and submerged at high tide, making the place an island. Because of the mystique surrounding tidal islands, many of them have been sites of religious worship, such as Mont-Saint-Michel with its Benedictine Abbey. Tidal islands are also commonly the sites of fortresses because of their natural fortifications.

 

 

 


 

Hi there!

 

Zuke (O49) here with the next chapter of this humble story; hope you've been enjoying things so far!

 

Saint Valentino takes the health of their students very seriously and Christian is no exception, of course; unfortunately for our poor boy, things got a little bit more intense than he was expecting, but worry not, he's in good hands now...

 

Hopefully, this has been a good example of how different things are at Saint Valentino's.

 

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— Zuke.