Date: Mon, 7 Mar 2005 17:38:02 -0800 (PST)
From: Steve Storyman <stevestoryman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boys' Joys And Sorrows At Sex Ed. School - Chapter 6

Boys' Joys And Sorrows At Sex Ed. School - Chapter 6
by Steve Storyman
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Copyright 2005 Steve Storyman
March 7, 2005

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Jeremy Miles, Headmaster, Miles Academy

Phil Wertz,       21, supervisor

PHIL'S BOYS:
   Brent Hallman,    17, student to have "conversion" ritual
   Darren Donner,    16, falsely accused
   Phillip Ankleton, 14, student helper, blond hair
   Michael Lanikker, 13, student helper, darker hair

Mark Ericmann,    22, teacher

MARK'S BOYS:  (six, out of a total of 16 students)
   Ethan Dremmond,   17, student, wise guy
   Simon Kelms,      17, student with a big lap, resembles Brent
   Tyler Adamson,    16, student with lowest grades in his class
   Dennis Rex,       16, tall, well-endowed student, basketball
                         player
   Sean Ballinger,   15, student, rewarded
   Kyle Roland,      15, student, a cute bottom
   Greg Forsythe,    15, Dennis Rex's roommate

OTHERS:
   Mark Wrent,       19, student, good build, very well-endowed
   Todd Farmsway,    17, being punished in 14 y/o dorm
   Dylan Wentworth,  14, document delivery boy

NEW THIS CHAPTER:
   Alan Richards,    25, assistant to Mr. Miles
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      SEE UPDATED LIST OF ALL MY STORIES AT END OF CHAPTER
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FROM THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER

I was now free to work with Mark on the ritual.  We had to pick
the students who were to receive Brent's first five blow jobs.  I
wanted each of the boys to be selected carefully, especially
since we were about to meet with the academy's headmaster, Jeremy
Miles.   . . .

"When an older boy needs to be mildly punished for certain
offenses, they'll send him to a dorm like this--usually to a dorm
full of hell-bent, freshly-chastised thirteen or fourteen-year-
olds."

"Oh fuck!  They're going to cock-tease him."

"Sure.  And flog him once in a while, between fuck sessions."

"Shit--watching those fourteen-year-olds fuck him like rabbits--
I'm dripping!"

"So is Todd--for now.  He'll be screaming for relief within the
hour."   . . .

"Wish we had time for more, Phil--but we'd better get going to
see Miles.  We have a ritual to plan."

[FROM CH. 5]
_______________________________________________________________

                           For Peter


CHAPTER 6         ON THE WAY TO BRENT'S RITUAL


"Yeah, a ritual to plan.  I can't wait to see it!  But I wish I
knew more details, Mark.  I know Brent has to suck five boys to
prove he's ready to start having sex with other boys, and I'm
supposed to come up with their names.  I don't even have a full
list yet.  I just have Phillip and Michael's names and a few
vague ideas written down."

"Don't worry.  Miles keeps meetings short.  It'll basically be an
info session, and what he doesn't tell you, I'll tell you later."

"Oh, fuck!"

"What's wrong, Phil?"

"Brent!  He still has his egg in.  It's unauthorized--"

"I'm way ahead of you.  I took it out while you were in my
office.  The class thought that was exciting to watch.  I
incinerated it later."

"Alpha incineration?"

"Yes."

"Whew!  I owe you, Mark."

"Well--I could fuck you now, if you're willing to start repaying
me," Mark said with a strange grin.

"I could use a good fuck right now.  Might take the tension off."

"Damn, Phil, you're tempting me.  If it weren't for this meeting,
I'd take you up on that."

"Thanks."

"Okay, well there's always tomorrow."

"Fine with me," Mark.

"So, where are we now?  You have questions about the ritual, I'm
sure."

"Okay--in general, besides Brent needing to prove he can suck off
five guys, what's the main idea of this so-called conversion
ritual?"

"This particular ritual is really a second school-initiation
ceremony with sex at the end, to put it in crude terms."

"That's easy."

"Smart that you said, 'so-called' because nothing can convert a
boy from one sexual orientation to another--unless he really
wants that to happen.  But one of the theories we've proven over
and over is that we all start out with a neutral orientation at
birth.  An attraction to either sex can be brought out with the
right methods."

"Damn."

"We haven't found a method that works all the time.  The cock-
teasing scenes you've done work sometimes.  Other times, we use
anal stim, or more general neurological stimulation of pleasure
centers, depending on what the subject is doing or looking at."

"I'd love to know more about that, but anyway--you said the
ritual would be a second school-initiation?"

"Yes, in a sense.  Straight boys--like Brent was when he started
here--don't get the full initiation at that time.  The 'welcome
to the clan' ceremony, for example, is left out for them, since
they won't participate in sex with other boys."

"Okay."

"As you know, straights aren't allowed to mix freely with the
other students except for mandatory classes and training
sessions.  They're not really considered part of the clan until
they're free to mingle, and can have male-male sex and enjoy it.
When a boy seems ready for that, as in Brent's case, he finally
gets to have the welcoming part of his initiation during the
conversion ritual, and only then is he considered a true member
of the student body."

"Wait--you said, 'have male-to-male sex and enjoy it.'  How will
they know if Brent actually enjoys it?"

"They wont give him an egg.  If he gets hard during the ritual
while sucking dick, it's assumed he's enjoying it."

"Now it makes sense."  I felt a tightness in my throat.

"Glad to hear that, Phil.  What ideas do you have for other
candidates for Brent's blow jobs so far?"

"I don't know.  I feel like I'm groping in the dark.  My main
idea is to stick with boys sixteen and under, since Brent seems
to like the younger ones.  Maybe I can use some of the students
from your class?"

"That's easily arranged.  Just let Miles know your general idea.
He'll guide us from there.  We'll firm up our plan after the
meeting.  Getting the boys to cooperate is no problem.  Just
relax, Phil.  This'll be fun."

"Whew.  That takes the pressure off--thanks."

Jeremy Miles met me and Mark Ericmann at the Prep Center
conference room.  I think Mark was as excited as I was to be in
on it.  That was one of Miles' many good points--he liked to
include others in the planning process.

Miles had his assistant there, Alan Richards--a tall, mid-
twenties guy, good looking--with shiny, short black hair, dark-
blue eyes, and big, dazzling white teeth.  He looked every bit
the young basketball coach that he was.  I could only imagine
what went on in his locker room.

Only boys Brent's age or above would be permitted to witness the
ritual.  All students of 17 to 23 were required to attend, unless
they were unavailable because they were restricted to special
scenes, such as the one I had going with Darren Donner.

I found out that there were a number of reasons for prohibiting
students younger than Brent from attending.  The only one I knew
was that Brent would be protected from undue taunting from the
younger set when he was finally allowed to mingle with all the
other students.

Miles explained that it was considered improper and disrespectful
for a student to have a younger boy witness his private torments
or secret rituals.

Hearing that made me concerned, because I had chosen some
students younger than Brent, but I didn't interrupt the
headmaster.

Since I was not a fully trained supervisor, Miles had to fill me
in on certain basics.  I paid strict attention as Miles spoke.

"The age discrimination is part of the school's student
hierarchy, and explains why, during the students' breaks in the
academic day--provided the activity occur in the hallways--a boy
can make certain demands or perform permitted acts on a younger
student, but not an older one, and not one of the same age.

"Making a boy undress and stand or walk naked between class
periods, making him masturbate, engaging him in oral sexual acts,
detaining a boy to kiss him, give him a mild paddling, or simply
talk to him--these are some of the things that are permitted
during the school day--always with the requirement that these
things happen in the hallway, where all students and teachers
passing by can see."

My cock was trying to rip through my shorts as I heard this.

"No such things are permitted in the bathrooms, or any other part
of the building during school hours, with one exception.  In the
milder weather, the hallway rule is extended to various atriums
that are clearly visible from the halls and from the upper
floors.

"Making another student late for class, performing any act of
cruelty, however slight, or demanding exhausting calisthenics,
for example, are prohibited at all times.  Calisthenics are
limited to physical training classes, or after hours.

"After school hours, that is, during the students' off time, the
age hierarchy is relaxed.  *Demands* of any kind are not
permitted at these times, but a student can make a *request* of
another student of *any* age.  If a boy asks another to have sex,
when permitted, or paddle him heavily during off-hours, for
example, this is allowed if mutually agreeable, not extreme, and
if the recipient's supervisor has not restricted him from such
activity.

"Each student wears an arm pouch containing his electronic
personal data card, which is used in the terminals to determine
what restrictions or special instructions pertain to him.
Teachers and supervisors who access the student's data this way
can enter a special code that allows them to view additional
data--the boy's entire record, background, and medical history.

"Generally, the paddle is the only instrument of pain the
students are permitted to use on their own, in the absence of
authorized supervision.

"One advancement we've made in the building has to do with
smoking.  As you know, cigarette smoking never truly died out,
and prohibiting it proved to be costly and foolish.  About 15
percent of our students smoke--we're working to reduce that, but
we don't force it.  During the academic day, instead of wasting
resources by having staff patrol the rest rooms, we remodeled the
spacious bathrooms in the academic areas.  Those bathrooms are
now designated the official student smoking areas--complete with
specially-ventilated ashtrays, exhaust systems that actually
work, and electronic lighters.  All this in areas of the
bathrooms set aside for this purpose.  Smoking at the urinals or
in the stalls is not permitted.

"Qualified students are authorized to smoke via their data cards,
and cigarettes are obtained by inserting the card into a supply
dispenser.  The system monitors and limits the number of smokes
per day, which can vary from boy to boy.  As long as a student
doesn't leave a mess or make himself late for class, he retains
his smoking privilege.  After school hours, special smoking areas
are used, as you know, and other rules apply."

I was grateful for this information.  Finally, I got to speak.

"Mr. Miles--I've chosen some students under 17 as candidates for
Brent's first oral sex.  Do I have to remove them from the list?"

"No.  Brent's first oral service will be the last portion of
tonight's proceedings.  By then, the private portions of the
ritual will have been completed.  All of the selected boys will
be escorted into the room at the last moment."

"That's quite a relief.  Brent seems to like younger partners, as
far as I've been able to determine."

"Yes, I know."

With the ritual's audience limited to a few age groups, it was
determined that Brent's training room would be large enough for
all to view the ordeal.

"Phil, you may not know this, but past rituals were never
recorded on e-video--we used old-fashioned disk recorders--
because of previous faults in our data-system security.  This
will be the first time the e-video system will record the event
for staff and posterity--also for any of the more senior boys,
older than 23 and not required to attend, who might be interested
later.  I know you're new and untrained, Phil, but you've done
quite well, so far."

"Thank you, sir."

"Now please understand," Mr. Miles continued, "this will be a
rare event.  It's not often we get to have a conversion ritual,
so this is as major as it gets, gentlemen.  But I need to clarify
for the record--the purpose of the ritual is twofold--to welcome
and initiate Brent as a full-fledged student, and to witness his
demonstration of worthiness by performing sexually--in that
order.

"I can see by your faces that you feel the sequence of those two
events seems to be reversed.  In a truly logical sense, it is.
However, to prevent conversion rituals from failing in their
purpose--the boy refusing to perform sexually--the burden is on
the supervisor to be certain beforehand that his boy will
perform.  This frees us to have the sexual activity at the *end*
of the ritual.  That makes it more celebratory, and ends the
proceedings on a high note."

Mark and I nodded.  The statement made me nervous.

"Also, you don't need to be too fussy in selecting the students
for Brent.  I'm going to give him the option of refusal.  You
only need to choose four boys.  The fifth boy will be mine to
choose--he'll be the last one for Brent to service.  I'll keep
his identity secret until he actually appears."

"I see.  What is the option of refusal?  Can you elaborate?"

"Yes, Phil.  I'll have a pool of seventeen year-old alternates
standing to one side, from which he can choose if he prefers one
of them to any of the students you've selected."

"That should make it interesting."  I grinned.  It also took some
of the pressure off.

"Another thing--be sure to include one seventeen-year-old among
your own choices.  If Brent refuses him, his only alternative
would be another 17-year-old, from the pool."

"Clever."

"I want to be sure you understand the reason for that, Phil.  I
put great emphasis on good peer interaction.  We need to know if
he can be content having relations with boys his own age.  If
not, Brent can be your next Darren Donner subject.  Well, carry
on, gentlemen." Miles said, preparing to leave us, "Good to see
you, Phil, Mark."

"Thank you, sir," we both said, as the headmaster left the room.

With Miles gone, I felt the tension start to drain away.

"Holy shit!" I said to Mark, "I might get to do a Darren-style
scene with Brent!"

"I wouldn't get too excited about that.  If you get to do that
scene with him, it would mean Brent failed with guys his own
age."

"Shit--I didn't think of that."

"You need to relax, Phil.  I'm serious."

"Sorry."

"On another topic, Could it be that our new supervisor, Phil
Wertz, likes Brent and Darren equally?"

"Yes.  I'd be in heaven if I could get those two, plus Mark the
hunk, in bed with me."

"You can.  All you have to do is--"

"I mean, willingly."

"Phil--all three of them checked you out.  For sure, Mark and
Brent would do anything you wanted."

"Thanks," I said.  "Darren, too, I can tell."

"I'd love to help you with Darren."

"Oh!  Finally you express interest in one of the boys, Mark."

"I just don't talk about it a lot, but I have some hot ones in my
class."

"Yes, like ALL of them!"

"Brent and Mark Wrent are hot--but Darren is special."

"I'll think of something.  I won't leave you out, Mark."

"Have you started with him already?"

"Darren?  Oh, yeah!"

"Good.  I'm sure you did a hot scene.  I'll catch it on e-vid,
tonight."

"Shit, it's all recorded--I forgot about that.  You're in for a
treat, Mark.  I wish we had time to tune into him, now."

"Anyway, we better get to work here."

"Miles said the burden is on me to make sure Brent will actually
go through with it, and blow the five boys.  I'm nervous about
that."

"Phil--come on!  I've seen Brent bone up looking at guys since
you've processed him.  He'll do fine."

"Yeah, I guess you're right.  Thanks."

"So, what have we got?"

"Okay, so far I have Phillip and Michael.  Maybe Sean, from your
class?"

"No, he's too shy outside the classroom.  He'd be able do it, but
Sean would be too nervous to perform well."

"He's not a Michael, then."

"No.  What a showman he is!  Michael's a sweetie, though.  Quite
the dick on him, for thirteen."

"Ooo, yeah!" I said proudly, expressing a sensual liking for
Michael.  I cared about them all, but Michael was special to me.

Then we reviewed the whole situation.

"All the boys selected, plus the reserve group will have eggs
inserted before the ritual," Mark said, reviewing Miles' notes.

"But then, we won't know if Brent aroused them."

"That's not the issue.  No one cares about that now--we need to
know that they arouse *Brent.*"

"Ah.  No egg for Brent, then."

"Right."

"Poor kid--only seventeen.  I hope he's not nervous."

"He'll be excited, Phil--and nervous, too."

"You're right."

"Miles had said he would supply the 5th boy, who would be the
last boy for Brent to suck.  He refused to say more about that."

"That little mystery has me excited."

Apparently Miles' boy would be a sort of guest of honor.  Of
course, that boy couldn't be a guest in the usual sense of the
word--all participants had to be students.

"We need two more boys."

"All right, let's see. . . ."

I was glad Miles had left us alone to complete our task.  Mark
and I made a good team.  We soon had a list.  I decided to keep
Phillip and Michael on it.

1.  Michael, 13
2.  Phillip, 14
3.  Dennis Rex, 16, the very well-endowed basketball player
4.  Simon Kelms, the boy with the big lap, who was our choice to
    fulfill Miles requirement for one 17-year-old on our list
5.  The headmaster's mystery boy, age unknown

Then, we reviewed our choices and the reasons we chose them.

"Phil--are you sure about including Phillip and Michael?"

"I'm not sure about anything, really, but--the way I see it, they
were Brent's tormentors, yet he got to play with them afterward,
and seemed to enjoy himself."

"Yes, I remember.  I was pleasantly shocked when I walked into
the training room with my students and saw the fun you all were
having.  But--would Brent choose to suck Phillip and Michael?"

"I don't know.  This 'right-of-refusal thing' was a surprise, and
threw me off.  I think Brent likes them well enough that he might
go for it.  But if he doesn't want to blow them for the ritual,
they'll represent a challenge to him--and he enjoys a good
challenge, from what I've seen so far."

"So, if he sees it as a sort of dare, he might do it?" Mark said.

"Yes--I think so.  Brent will probably see the whole line-up of
chosen boys as a challenge, and feel he has to meet that by
choosing them."

"Interesting kid.

"I meant to ask earlier, but--does Brent have to suck each boy to
orgasm?"

"Yes.  I've only been to one conversion ritual, but that much, I
remember."

"Does he have to swallow the cum?"

"Not, sure, Phil," Mark said, going through Miles' papers.  "It's
not in the notes.  Better ask Miles."

We picked Simon for the 17-year-old because Simon was pure
beauty.  Besides, Simon and Brent looked a lot alike, and we
thought that would be very interesting.  Even though Brent had
seen the boy in Mark's class, it would be a different story for
Brent to see Simon lined up among the boys chosen for him to suck
off.

"Phil--do you think Brent will freak when he sees Simon in the
bunch?"

"I hope he has some sort of reaction, but I don't think it'll
throw him off.  I'd like to see them get into it sexually."

We had decided on Dennis Rex at the last minute--he was the tall
skinny basketball player from Mark's class.  Dennis' unusually
big dick would be an interesting challenge for Brent's
inexperienced mouth.

"He'll definitely have a challenge with Dennis--I measured the
boy in my classroom.  He's over nine inches.  Way out of line
with the usual dick size around here."

"Yeah, he looked huge.  I wonder if Brent will take him on.
Anyway, I think we have a good group of boys for Brent."

"They'll all be erect because of the eggs, so he'll know what
he's getting into, up front."

"Ha!  Yes, literally up front."

I thought this would work out well.  We had three age groups.
Simon, at 17, would represent the older group, Dennis with his
big dick was sort of in the middle, at 16, and Michael and
Phillip would be our very young group, at 13 and 14,
respectively.

We knew that for a boy like Brent, who grew up straight, blowing
a very young guy in front of others was supposed to be a totally
un-cool and embarrassing thing for a strong, healthy, 17-year-old
like Brent.

"Maybe in front of a crowd that might bother him, but I don't
think Brent would be embarrassed by that at other times."

"Phil--the guys watching won't know Brent's age preferences for
partners, and will probably think it's embarrassing for him, and
get off on it," Mark said.  "Everyone knows Brent's background is
straight--it's been announced as a conversion ritual."

"Right.  Got it."

"Now, that fifth boy!" Mark said.

I thought we had everything figured out, but still we kept asking
ourselves who the fifth boy would be, and why Miles kept his name
secret.  The mystery intrigued us.

"It's got to be something embarrassing."

"Not necessarily.  Hmm, I don't know, Phil--I'm stumped."

Neither Mark nor I could imagine Miles making an inconsiderate
choice of partners.  After all, I thought this was supposed to
encourage Brent to enjoy sex with guys, but maybe not--maybe
Miles wanted to challenge him.

Mark agreed, but said things could get surprising at times.

"Surprising, huh?  That could mean anything."

I gulped as I sent our final list via e-message to Miles.

We headed back to the training room, which was starting to feel
like home base to me.

I *did* get a surprise as Mark and I walked into Brent's training
room.  I had expected Brent to be there--delivered as I had
requested--and he was.  I wasn't surprised that he was naked, but
I didn't expect him to be chained to a post, and handcuffed.
This bothered me deep in my gut.  I tried not to show it.

"Mind if I hang around?" Mark asked, "This could be interesting."

"Be my guest," I said, grinning at the hot-looking teacher.

Brent was accompanied by a guard, as I had asked--and who should
be guarding my prize boy, but Mark the hunk, who blushed as I
approached.

I nodded at Mark, and stared at Brent.

"What the hell happened to YOU?" I asked Brent, grinning wryly,
inspecting his handcuffs and chains.  Despite my concern over
Brent's restraint--looking like he was to be punished--I began to
get aroused, seeing him chained up and helpless again.

"I have no clue," he said, grinning back at me with his enticing,
good-natured smile, "but the teach called for some guys to come
and get me--they said this was standard procedure."

"Mark?" I said to the hunk, still worried about this situation,
despite Brent's affable behavior.

"Yes, sir!" he said, snapping to attention.

"Fuck that 'sir' stuff, Mark, goddammit--what happened?"

"My sup told me to go to the Math classroom and guard a boy and
bring him here.  Brent was handcuffed by the time I got to the
classroom.  The two guys that did it were gone.  But they were
standing right here when I brought Brent in--they chained him to
the post.  Said that's the way it had to be until you got back.
I have the keys."

"Good.  Get rid of his handcuffs and get those chains off him."

I could see Brent's eyes, and watched carefully how he'd glance
often at Mark.  I felt the chemistry brewing between them again.

I called Miles, and he said the cuffs and chains were merely to
safeguard against Brent's masturbating, or wandering off.

I tended to Michael and Phillip, removing their shorts, and
telling them they'd be restrained again if they didn't behave.

"Oh, my balls.  My dick hurts," the young pair complained, their
brittle-looking erections and flowing pre-cum a nice sight to
behold--maintained by the egg each boy still had in him.

"Do not even think of touching those dicks," I said, kneeling and
giving the tip of each one a hearty lick.

"Ahh!"

"UH!  Ooo!"

"Unless . . . you boys want to be teased," I said, glancing over
at the cross.

"No!"  "NO!" they said, with fear in their eyes.

Mark came over to me as soon as he had freed Brent.

"Sir--Phil, can I um--have some fun with Brent?"

"Like?"

"Like, suck him?"

"Shit, Mark--I don't know," I said, pulling off the hunk's
shorts, and giving his semi-soft cock a lick.  "Damn, that
thing's huge.  We have to be careful with Brent.  If he comes,
we're dead.  Are you good at judging when a guy gets close?"

"No problem," Mark said with a Cheshire cat grin.  "We can put
him on the cross with Velcro instead of those ropes.  That'll
save time."

"All right," I said.  "Good idea.  I'll have Phillip and Michael
do that."

I asked Mark the teacher if he thought I was out of line,
treating Mark the hunk and Brent so casually--as if they were my
buddies.  He told me that what I was doing was normal, and common
practice; that teachers and supervisors were free to discriminate
among students, treating them in different ways, as we saw fit--
and that there was no 'rule of fairness' dictating that we treat
all students equally.  In other words, we were allowed to have
favorites openly.

I took Brent aside to reassure myself that he was ready to
perform oral sex in front of an audience.

"Brent--are you certain you can suck off five guys tonight?  In
front of a crowd?  And bring the boys to orgasm?"

"I think I can blow more than five," he said with a big smile.

"Good boy."  Brent's sincere confidence reassured me.

Mark the teacher stayed close to the doorway, prepared to watch
the action at a distance.

Brent was strangely silent as the two young helpers put him on
the cross.  He was always one to look like he had half a hardon,
and this moment was no exception--his penis had erected a bit
from the time I'd licked it.

I had Phillip and Michael stand back quite a way, as Mark
approached the boy.

Brent realized that Mark was going to do something sexual to him,
and Brent's cock began twitch and swell.  Of course, Mark the
hunk was also growing an erection of massive proportions.

It was soon more obvious than ever that Brent and Mark the hunk
were strongly attracted to each other.

"Hey, big boy," Mark said to the helpless Brent, "see what you
think of this."  And the hunk hit the pedal to hydraulically
raise the cross so Brent's genitals were at the height of Mark's
chest.  He began a slow lick of Brent's scrotum.

"No more teasing, ah!  Fuck!"

"Easy, boy.  You can take it," Mark said calmly, as the stunning
19-year-old licked his way up to Brent's penis, "I'm gonna help
you finish getting a nice hardon."  And he slurped Brent's nearly
hard cock lavishly with his tongue, avoiding the head.  Next came
short, jabbing tongue-strokes, just behind the tip.  Soon, Mark
had Brent convulsing with desire.

By this time, I was leaking pre-cum in my shorts.  I noticed
Mark's full erection hugging his abs, pointing up, well past his
navel.  The pre-cum streaming slowly down his shaft caught the
light, giving Mark a more powerfully erotic, sensual look as his
organ throbbed visibly.  The hunk slipped his lips over Brent's
erection, but stopped all motion suddenly.

"Ah, fuck!  Come on, suck it, man," Brent said, eager for some
real stimulation.

Mark held his head firm, depriving Brent of any sliding friction.

"Mmmmm," Mark hummed with Brent's cock in his mouth, knowing the
vibrations would drive the boy wild.  And they did.

"Oh, God!  Ah!  Shit!"

Mark slid his mouth off the hard thing to show off his handiwork.

Regardless of Mark's bigger size, Brent's erection was damn
impressive.

I knew Brent couldn't take much more direct stimulation, so I
whispered a plan to Mark.  Brent looked on, in horror, thinking
the worst.

Mark left some space between him and the cross, to make room for
my two helpers.

I whispered the plan to Phillip and Michael, hard as rocks, who
all but came hearing my idea.  The horny young pair knelt, side
by side in front of Mark.  The hunk told them not to do anything
yet.

My two young helpers, already highly aroused, could be seen with
their hands starting to stray to each other's erection, only to
retreat before contact, as they remembered what Mark and I had
told them--to behave and not do anything.  Phillip and Michael's
need was beyond desperate.

Mark carefully opened his mouth and came off Brent's penis.

"Michael, get behind me," Mark ordered, his studly weapon swaying
hotly as he moved about.  "Go to work, boys," he said.

And they did--Phillip sucking Mark's impossibly big pole, or
trying to--while Michael delicately entered into licking the
stud's back end, his long tongue flicking on and between the
hunk's shapely buttocks, with occasional laps to his balls.

Brent's eyes were taking in the whole scene, and the poor lad was
in the depths of desire already.

By this time, Mark had re-engaged with Brent's swollen organ
without giving the boy any friction in the process, and once
again Mark was motionless, with his mouth fully impaled on
Brent's exquisitely erect cock.

"Ooo," Mark moaned, slipping away from Brent's dick momentarily,
as Phillip tried to engulf Mark's weapon, and Michael suddenly
shot his tongue deep into the sensual 19-year-old's crevice,
"double duty!"

Brent had a bird's-eye view of the enticing action, and squirmed
frantically on the cross, as Mark casually slipped his lips over
Brent's anxious penis, and hummed from time to time, keeping the
organ deep in his throat.

Whether from Mark's expert cock-teasing or watching the abundant
sexual pleasure the boys bestowed on Mark, Brent began vibrating
on the cross, his words now garbled syllables.

"Okay, he's had enough," I said.

Mark obeyed instantly by sliding off Brent's well-teased shaft.
Phillip and Michael continued to pleasure Mark the hunk.

"Mark's had enough, too, boys," I said, to Mark's shocked
surprise and disappointment.  He grit his teeth and took it like
a man, however.

"Aww," my young helpers whined, "we wanna make him come!"

"I'll let him flog you if you don't quit complaining," I said,
grinning at Mark, whose erection throbbed at the thought.

Phillip and Michael were instantly quiet.

The visitor lights flashed, and Mark let him in--a younger boy,
about 15--sealed envelope in hand.  I went to the door to meet
the young student.

"What's your name and age, boy?" I said to the cute lad, taking
the document from him.

"Dylan Wentworth.  I'm fourteen, sir."  He was all-business, his
gaze went to the floor after speaking.  It was standard practice
for trained boys not to look at what was going on in the room
when delivering messages or other such duties.  Dylan's execution
of it was flawless.

"You're tall, for fourteen," I said.  The boy had alluring,
aquiline features--a truly angelic face, about 5 foot 9 inches
tall, light brown hair, magnetic green eyes, and charming
muscular development, though his build was appropriately thin for
his age.  My eyes and my dick were making plans for this boy.

I took Dylan into the anteroom.  "Call your supervisor," I said,
handing him my communicator.

"Yes, sir," the agile boy said, punching in the first few numbers
even before finishing his words.

"You a gymnast, Dylan?" I said, looking at his sleek build.

"Yes, sir," he said, grinning, handing me the communicator.

"Nice."  Then his supervisor answered.

I explained the situation to Dylan's supervisor, and told him I
wanted to have some fun with Dylan, and asked if the boy was free
to do some activities with us.  All supervisors knew that the
word, 'activities,' unaccompanied by other adjectives, meant
sexual antics.

The man agreed to free Dylan's schedule for the rest of the day,
and told me he'd see me at the ritual, and to give a call when we
were through.  He said he'd send someone to pick Dylan up in the
hallway outside Brent's training room door.

"Ever been cock-teased, boy?" I said, grinning at Dylan.

"N-no, sir," the boy said, gulping in fear.

"You're in for a treat.  I have the three best cock-teasers with
me tonight."

"Sir," Dylan said, pleading with his eyes, "will it hurt?"

"No.  Won't hurt a bit--unless you get blue balls real easy.  Do
you?"

"I--I don't think so."

Poor lad was inexperienced.

"How long has it been since you last ejaculated?"

"Six days, sir.  They just took off my chastity belt this
morning."

"Excellent!  They didn't send a guard with you?"

"Yes, sir--I had a guard, but he left when Mr. Ericmann let me
in," Dylan said, looking around the anteroom at the equipment.

My communicator rang.  It was Mr. Miles, the headmaster.

"Hello, sir," I said.  Miles spoke before I could say more.

"Phil--do you know about the ritual shower?"

"No, sir--but Mark Ericmann is here, and Phillip and Michael."

"Good, they'll explain it to you.  Brent has to be squeaky clean,
you understand.  Have him ready in ninety minutes."

"No, problem, sir," I said.  Can any of the boys help out in the
shower?"

"Yes, but all sensual touching of Brent must now stop."

"I know he has to suck to orgasm for the ritual, but is he
required to swallow?"

"No, he'll have a container for spitting if he chooses to waste
the semen.  And remember, the boy on the receiving end can stop
the blow job at any time, but Brent can't call it off."

"I understand."  I didn't understand the reason for that, but
there was no time for a long discussion.  "What should I say to
Brent to prepare him for the ritual?"

"Whatever you'd like.  I'll give him a full briefing when he gets
here, so don't feel you have to say anything special.  Just take
good care of Brent until I send for him.  Anything else, Phil?"

"No, sir."

"One more thing--all staff will be in their red robes, your boys
under seventeen in white, seventeen-year-olds in blue robes--Mark
will show you where to find them.

I exited the anteroom with Dylan, and went immediately to Mark
the teacher.  "Fill me in on the ritual shower, and the robes."

"Don't worry about the robes, I'll take care of that.  We'll need
three white ones and one blue.  The shower is nothing
complicated, Phil.  Just make sure Brent gets scrubbed real well
with the special soap.  No enema is necessary, but we have to use
the hair removal cream on his butt, inside and out, and his
balls.  I'll help you."

"I know his ass will look better with no hair--not that he has
much--but why his balls?  I think Brent looks good with a little
hair there."

"I do, too, but--did you ever shave your balls, Phil?"

"No."

"They're real sensitive without hair.  Just standing still, the
sensations can get you hard."

"Oh, I see--to enhance that horny feeling."

"Yes."

"I thought maybe Phillip, Michael, Dylan, and the hunk could
help, too.  What do you think?"

"The hunk?" Mark said with a crooked smile.

"Mark--the nineteen year-old over there."

"I knew who you meant," Mark said, laughing.  "Shower room's
huge.  We can try it."

Phillip and I undid the Velcro and got Brent down from the cross.
The poor lad's genitals were coated with pre-cum, and colored an
angry red.

"Fuck, I'm horny as hell," Brent whispered to me.

"I know," I said sympathetically as I patted his dick, "but it
won't be too long, now."

The two Marks, Dylan, Phillip, Michael, and I made quite a group,
noisily walking to the utility area of Brent's training room.

The boys seemed more interested in cock-teasing Dylan than
washing Brent, so while Mark, Phillip, and Michael heated up
Dylan, Mark the teacher and I entered the shower room and got
Brent under the warm spray.

"Just get him wet, then we'll apply the hair remover."

"Hair remover?" Brent said nervously.

"Just for your ass and balls," I said.

Brent grunted his reluctance.

Mark held the lad in a bent over position while I applied the
remover to his rear-end.

"Use as much as you like--it's harmless," Mark said.  "Wait about
30 seconds then rinse it off."

Magically, after rinsing, Brent's butt was smooth as a baby's--
inside the crease, and out.

We stood him up, and I applied the removal cream to Brent's
scrotum.

"Heeeeeeeyeaahhhhhhh!  FUCK!  That shit STINGS!"

Mark held Brent steady.  "It's okay, Brent--it's only for a few
seconds."

Brent continued to shout in pain and lose his erection until I
rinsed off the cream.

"Use the special soap, Phil, that'll take out the last of the
sting."

Brent relaxed visibly as the special soap cleansed and
moisturized his balls.  After we'd washed him thoroughly, Brent
dried himself.

"Feel better, Brent?" I said.

"Yeah, but--man, my balls never felt this good.  Making me
horny!"

"That's because they're smooth now.  Enjoy it."

"Damn," Brent said, looking down and watching his cock grow.

"Wait till you see what's going on outside the shower room.  If
the boys are still busy, their antics will make that dick grow.
But you can't have any more sexual touching from now on, until
the ritual."

We stepped out of the shower area.

"Ahh!  Ooo!  Can I come, now?" Dylan said, as if pleading for his
life.

"No!" came a chorus of voices, two high, one low.

As Brent looked on, the trio of boys huddled, discussing their
next move on Dylan, who was now trembling with need.  His hot,
blushed appearance and rigid, red dick, wet with pre-cum, made a
very erotic sight.  My own cock began to stir in my shorts.

"Oh, fuck!" Brent said, still gloriously naked, with his
lengthening, thickening manhood growing ever faster.  "That's
hot."

"Come on, have some fun with him," Mark said to Brent, "Lick his
dick a little.  He can take some more."

"He can't," Phillip said.  "The ritual has to be the first time
he touches a boy that way."

"Oh, too bad," Mark said, standing to stretch.  His super-sized
penis was suddenly on display for all to see.  "Arrrrph!" he
yelled, when Michael, taking advantage of Mark's inattention,
suddenly jammed half the massive thing in his mouth.

"Ooo, yeah, little Michael--warm that baby up!"

Michael slid off the bouncing pole, "Warm it up?  It's already
hot!"  And he quickly resumed his expert sucking, to Mark's
delight.

"Yeah, well, it's getting hotter, now," the sexy hunk shouted,
quivering with pleasure.

But soon, Dylan, as if he were a magnet, had all four boys
teasing him.  Mark and Phillip licked the boy's scrotum with long
strokes.

Michael--having abandoned Mark's bouncing boner--kissed Dylan
while rubbing the boy's hard nipples.

Brent just rubbed the boy's arms and shoulders--obediently
avoiding anything that was directly sexually pleasing.

But that left Dylan's balls and sweet-looking ass unattended.  I
licked the outer cheeks, and little Dylan moaned, appreciably.
When I dove into his valley with my tongue, the boy began to
dance sensuously.  When my mouth hit his young scrotum, he
practically screamed.

"Oh, ohhhh, AHH!" Dylan shouted, from the combined stimulation.

"I think he's ready for more cock-teasing," Phillip said.

"I'll do it," Mark the hunk said, going to the tease stand and
retrieving the feathers.

The visitor light flashed, signaling someone needed to see me.

Two guards--boys, about Mark's age and build--showed me their
document.  They had come for Brent, and would take him to prepare
him for the ritual.

The two lads bound Brent.  A bar was placed behind his neck and
across his shoulders, to which each wrist was bound, spreading
his arms.  This made Brent look as if he were tied to a cross.

They set him on a square, four-wheeled dolly they had brought
along that had a post in the center.  The guards tied Brent to
this.  His naked body would be on display as they wheeled him
through the hallway.

"Yes, sir, we're ready to take him," the one guard said.  Then
the other spoke.

"Oh, what they are going to do to YOU!" the smaller one said,
staring grimly at Brent, sliding a finger over his slowly
softening erection.

And they wheeled him away.

"What ARE they going to do to Brent?" I asked Mark the teacher.

"I have no idea."

"Shit.  I think they scared him," I said quietly to Mark.

"Phil--you're too sensitive.  Brent's tough."

Then I turned to face the others.

"Make him come!" I said to Phillip and Michael, whose eyes lit
up.  I had pointed to Dylan.

"Oh, yeah!" they both said.

Poor Dylan didn't know what hit him.  The boy began to squeal
immediately.

I let them be, and tried to think through my final plans.

I took a chastity belt from the supply table, and went to Mark
the hunk.  "I have something for you," I said.

Mark's eyes widened in fear.  "Fuck, not that.  They just teased
me and I--"

"See me tonight after the ritual.  I'll take care of this big
thing," I said, grasping his rock-hard erection, and sliding the
chastity device over it.  I made sure it was locked properly.

Mark's face grinned with relief.  "For a minute there, I thought
I was the next cock-tease victim," the hunk said.  Then he
grimaced.  "Shit, I'm so fuckin horny!  Not sure Mark junior can
wait that long," he said, looking down at his caged cock, "but I
guess he'll have to."

"I cleared it with your supervisor--he knows to leave you alone
until I send you back," I said.

"Thanks," the hunk said with a warm smile.

I gave him a hug, and he hugged back nicely.  "I might not be
alone," I said, hinting that the late-night sex might be a
threesome, or better.

"No problem!"

"See you at the ritual," I said.  Don't bother with your shorts,
for now.

"Yes, sir," he said, blushing at the thought of another naked
walk through the long halls.

"Okay, get back to your room," I said, and Mark left.  I wondered
how it would be for him, encountering others while walking down
the halls unclothed, with a big chastity belt sticking out.

"I see who YOU have plans with," Mark the teacher said.

"Oh, yeah."

"What should we do with Phillip and Michael?" Mark asked.

"I was wondering--could you keep them with you until the ritual?"

"Sure--but we better shower them now.  Same treatment as Brent,
but no hair remover on the balls."

"Damn!  We have put that stuff on them to get their butts smooth?
I don't think they have much hair there."

"Yup.  Let's do it."

It was amazing how much my two helper boys played with each other
while Mark and I depilated their butts and washed them.  Of
course, their eggs kept them enticingly hard.

"Oooo, Phillip's got a boner!" Michael said, laughing.  Even
though Michael had a big dick for his age, Phillip's was still
larger.

"Yeah--well that thing you got ain't soft, Mike."

The boys bantered the whole time.  Now they were toweling off.
About that time, I noticed Mark had disappeared.

"Did you boys see where Mark went?"

"Nope."

"No.  Oh, there he is!"

"Hey, boys," Mark said, "look what I have for you."

"Oh no!"

"No!"

Mark held up two smaller-sized chastity belts.  "Sorry, boys--we
can't take a chance on you coming until tonight."

"Huh?"

"Oh, that's right," I said.  "You two are going to be in the
ritual."

"We are?" Michael said, grinning widely.  Michael had a million
facial expressions.  This grin was decidedly sexual.

"Oh, no!" Phillip said, blushing and looking like the end of the
world.  The poor boy was the opposite of Michael, when it came to
public displays.

"I guess we better open this," Mark said, tapping a sealed
envelope.

"Right!  Dylan's document."

The document explained that we should shower all the boys we
chose for Brent's first oral sex, put chastity belts on them, and
call Miles' office when they were ready to be picked up.  They
would send a team of guys in later to prepare to decorate Brent's
training room for the ritual.  At least we'd already accomplished
Phillip and Michael's shower.

"Any news?" Mark asked.

"Holy shit!  I better help you get YOUR boys ready."

"Damn, that's right!" Mark said, getting out his communicator.

I knelt in front of my two little helpers.  "Phillip, I know this
isn't your cup of tea, but Michael will be with you, and I'll be
there the whole time.  All you have to do is let Brent suck you."

"Oh, God!" Phillip said excitedly.  "You mean we're going to be
one of the--"

"Yes, you'll be among the boys we picked out for Brent to give
his first blow jobs."

"Yeah!" Phillip yelled, jumping up and down.

"I knew that," Michael said.

"Well, I'm glad you finally feel good about this, Phillip."

"Okay, you boys get dressed," Mark said.

Just then, the door lights flashed.

"What now?" I said, walking to the door.

I opened the door to the stunning sight of about twenty well-
built boys and men, all in gray coveralls, with four huge dollies
of equipment.  It looked like they had two tons of stuff, and
eight miles of cable to install.

One of the men handed me a document.  It said that they were here
to get the room ready for Brent's ritual.

"Just in time!" I said as the room became noisy with the sounds
of guys talking, and the heavy, four-wheeled dollies rolling in
behind me.

We made quite a foursome walking down the hall to Mark's
classroom--Mark and I, and two younger boys with chastity belts
under their shorts making a huge bulge.

We passed two students who looked to be about 16, carrying their
books.  Their eyes nearly fell out of their heads.  I could hear
some of their comments after we passed each other.

"Shit, what are they feeding those boys?"

"Don't know, but they were hot."

"Damn.  I'd love to do something with them.  And I'm stuck
sucking you off, tonight."

"Suck?  Hell, no--I get to fuck you, remember?  You agreed!  Joe
was standing right there when you said . . . "

And that was all I could make out as their voices trailed off.

"Wait," Mark said, "those boys!"

"What about them?" I said, thinking Mark had some activities in
mind for them.

"They had books.  That means the school day's over.  We'll have
to find my guys--in their rooms, I hope," Mark said, pressing
keys on his communicator.

"What are you doing?"

"Paging them.  Their ankle bracelets will beep, and when they put
their data cards in a terminal, they'll get a message to--shit!
Out of power, it says."

"Here, Mark--use mine."

"That's okay.  Now that I think about it, I'll poke my head in
their rooms and surprise them to see what they're up to.  If
either one is out, then I'll page."

"This sounds good.  Let's see--we have to get Dennis Rex, the boy
with the big one--"

"And Simon Kelms," Mark said.

"Yes.  He's the basketball player, right?"

"No!  *Dennis* is my basketball player AND the boy with the big
dick.  His cock looks great when he does a jump shot."

"No jocks?"

"Nothing at all under their uniforms."

"Hot, man!  I'd like to see that."

"Just go to 'basketball' in the system, and select Dennis Rex.
Sometimes coach makes them play naked.  You wanna see some
bouncing dick!  Sometimes they get hard."

"Must make for some interesting fouls," I said.

"Okay, we're nearing Dennis' room.  Better get rid of those two,"
Mark said, meaning Phillip and Michael.  "And we better get their
eggs out NOW!"

Mark and I had fun, poking and teasing my two young helpers as we
removed their eggs.  We took off their shorts and chastity belts,
and restrained them in a 69 position, just separated enough that
they couldn't make contact.

"That's not really fair, is it?" I said to Mark, winking at him.

"Oh, right!"

Mark adjusted the apparatus so their tongues could just reach the
tips of their little erections.  They wouldn't be able to give
each other enough stimulation to come.

"Start licking boys.  Have fun," Mark said.

"Who's Dennis got for a roommate?"

"Greg Forsythe, cute fifteen year old.  Blond hair, blue eyes,
tight little body, the whole enchilada.  You'll love him.  Quite
the cutie."

"Mmm!"

Mark and I quietly approached Dennis' door.  On opening it, we
saw a remarkable, sensual sight.

The boys were in bed, and Dennis froze.  Dennis was on his back.
His roommate, Greg, had no choice in the matter--Dennis had the
little hottie restrained.

I was speechless.

Greg was in a strap harness which hung from a single chain, and
the boy was directly over Dennis.  Greg was supported by his
chest and the backs of his knees--suspended there in almost a
sitting position, but bent more in half, face up--his hole
perfectly aligned with Dennis' huge shaft, on which Greg was
totally and inescapably impaled.

The unique feature of this stunningly arousing scene was that
Dennis had been rotating the harness--Greg slowly turning, his
rectum providing a slow, spinning motion on Dennis' fully-
inflated erection.

Dennis was in a blissful state of arousal--the harness stopped,
and rotated in the other direction as the chain unwound.  The
delicious friction did its work--Dennis moaning in ecstatic
pleasure with the sensual rotation.  Greg was doing his own
moaning--presumably enjoying his impalement on Dennis' gigantic
penis.

"Hi, guys" Dennis said, red-faced in sexual heat.

Greg, impossibly blushed, was unable to speak--from pain or
pleasure, I couldn't tell.

Mark playfully gave Greg quite a spin.

"Ahh, ooo, OH!" was the resulting combination of moans.

"Sorry to interrupt your fun, but duty calls, Dennis."

"Oh, God!" Greg said.  "Uhhh, no."

"We're not in trouble, are we?" Dennis said, as Greg began to
spin in the other direction, and the big boy shuddered.

"No.  It's a free sex night, don't worry.  But you'll need to
stop now, and come with us."

Dennis extricated himself from his intriguing pleasure source.

"What about me?" Greg said, panting sensually, desperation in his
voice.

"Yes, I suppose this isn't fair to you, Greg," Mark said.  "I
suppose we could call in a replacement."

"Please, no." Dennis said, "Um, we're going to enter this in the
Penetration Contest, next week.  I don't want anyone to copy our
rig."

"Okay.  Who do you want to be paired with, Greg?" Mark asked as
the two of us let the boy down and got him out of the harness.

"Um, Kyle Roland?"  Greg was blushing worse than ever, Dennis
eyeing him lustfully.

"Kyle?  But he's a bottom," Mark said.

"I know, the little blond replied nervously.  "I love to fuck
him."

I handed Mark my communicator.  We all listened as he spoke.

"Kyle--what are you up to?  No, this is Mark, I'm using Phil's
comm.  No problem.  You're now excused from that assignment.  Go
to training room three and don't even think of touching the boys
there."

"Is he gonna be in the ritual?" Greg asked, gesturing toward
Dennis.

"Yes, but don't say I told you," Mark said.

"Okay.  Wow, cool!"  Greg was excited for Dennis, and the little
blond smiled.

"Wipe," Dennis said, his cock positioned near Greg, who took a
towel and dutifully wiped the big dick.  He then put his shorts
on and helped Greg stand.

"Let's go," Mark said, and we prepared to leave Dennis' room,
with Greg clumsily hopping on one foot, trying to get his shorts
on--his bouncing, half-hard cock making a pleasant sight to
watch.

"Help me restrain them," Mark said, as we approached the training
room.

"Restrain them?  Dennis, too?"

"Just for now."

We put Dennis and Greg in a standing position and pinned their
wrists and ankles to the wall with the straps there--cleverly
pre-installed in the right positions to make the job easy.

"Don't they look cute!" I said to Mark.

"I'm nervous now," Dennis said, his dick going down fast.

Greg Forsythe had no such problem.  His six inches proudly
pointed to the ceiling.

"Don't be, Dennis.  You'll have fun," Mark said.

"But--"

"I'll tell you about it later, Dennis.  Keep your dick in your
pants."

Dennis looked down at his nakedness, and back up at Mark with an
exaggerated bewildered expression.

We all laughed.

Phillip and Michael, who had been competing to see who could do
the best cock-torture, still tied up on their 69 position,
strained to see the two boys on the wall.

"We could do a cool four-way with them," Phillip said to Michael.

The light flashed at the door of the training room.

"Oh, that's Kyle," Mark said.

As Mark let the boy in, Kyle blushed, seeing Dennis, Greg,
Phillip, and Michael all restrained.  Dennis' organ looked huge,
even halfway soft.

"Hello, Kyle," we both said.

"H-hi," Kyle said, staring at the four boys, his eyes finally
resting on Dennis.  "You don't--they're not for--not all four of
them," the poor lad said nervously.

"No, Kyle, this won't be a group fuck scene."

I wasn't sure if Kyle was relieved or disappointed, but I guessed
he was relieved.  I suppose he knew not to ask, but I was sure
the boy was dying to know what he'd been summoned to do.

I freed Greg at Mark's request, while Mark talked to Kyle.  I
walked with Greg, over to Mark.

"Okay," Mark said to the two boys, "Kyle, are you willing to be
with Greg tonight?"

"Yeah . . . sure!" he said, looking quite happy.

The pair smiled as their eyes met, so I knew they liked each
other.  I was relived about that.  Kyle began to become erect,
staring at Greg's bone.

"Yes, have fun," I said.

Mark punched something into the terminal, then faced the boys.
"Go to SB four, use your data cards.  Take a shower, and enjoy
yourselves."

"SB four, cool!" Greg and Kyle said, in different versions, and
off they went.

"What the hell's SB four?" I asked Mark.

"SB stands for special bedroom.  We have ten of them.  They're
all the same, and always locked.  It's a type of high-end hotel
suite the boys get to use on special occasions."

"Damn!  Lucky them.  Maybe you can take over for me and I'll go
with the boys."

"Yeah, right!"

Mark led me to the utility area, and he took a fresh battery,
quickly installing it in his communicator.  "Man, we have to
talk!"

"About Dennis and Greg?" I said as we both sat.

"Yes.  What did you observe?" Mark asked in typical teacher
fashion.

"They were doing a hell of a fuck scene--very creative, and very
slave and master-like," I said, playing with my dick as I spoke.

"Dennis owns the kid.  They're like that all the time."

"Oh, that explains why Greg asked for Kyle--and not a top to
finish out the scene."

"You nailed it!  Dennis would die if someone else fucked Kyle on
free time."

"Damn!  Oh, that's right," I said.  "I forgot he might be forced
to get fucked in a class or a scene in training."

"You forgot?  Get yourself together, Phil.  And we don't force
them."

"Sorry--a lot on my mind."

"On your *dick,* I'd say," Mark said, staring at the bulge in my
shorts.  "You are one horny dude, Phil."

"Hey--you were twenty-one, once!" I said with a huge grin,
referring to the one-year age difference between me and Mark.

"It's a new friendship--don't push it!" Mark said, grinning.
"Stay here."  Mark left the room.

In a few minutes, in walks a freshly-showered Michael--fully
boned, and ready to go.  Then I knew why Mark had left the room.
He had put Michael up to this.

"Wow!  I get you alone!" he said, all excited.

"Michael, I'd like to get you off, too, but that can't happen
because of the ritual," I said, hugging the cute, likable lad.

"Damn."

"Sorry, boy," I said, as Michael slid his hot mouth over my bone
--as much of it as he could take.  He began an incredible blow
job.

Michael stopped, knowing just how far to go without getting me
off.

"Fuck me?" he said cutely.

I found the lube and the right booster stand, and put Michael on
it, to bring his hot little butt to the perfect height.  I didn't
have to ask him to bend over.

"Michael, can you take me all right?" I said, lubing us both.

"Sure!  Just go in a little slow."

"Oh, Michael, yes!" I shouted, slowly sinking into his warm
tunnel.

"Ooooh, yeah."

The boy was experienced, and it showed.  Soon, I was pounding his
little hairless butt, panting and sweating at peak arousal.  Even
six-months ago, I could not have imagined myself having sex with
a 13-year-old, but I was charmed by the school's culture,
Michael's charm, training and experience--and his eagerness.

The energetic boy soon took over, and had his butt sliding back
and forth over my hungry eight inches, and I injected the boy
furiously with my pent-up fluids.  We shouted and moaned our way
through it, Michael admirably curbing his body's impulse to come.

The poor boy, frantically aroused, rubbed his penis regretfully.

"We better shower, Michael," I said, feeling wonderfully
refreshed, but sorry for the boy.  His little bone vibrated with
need.

"UHH!  I'm so horny," the poor boy said, bending over and
grasping his genitals.

"I know.  You'll get to come, soon."

As soon as Michael and I emerged from the utility area, Mark
helped me get the chastity belts on Phillip and Michael.

"I found Simon Helms while you and Michael were busy," Mark said,
pointing to Simon, who stood a few feet away.

"Glad to hear that.  Hi Simon."

"He wasn't busy," Mark said, so getting him here was no problem."

"Hey, thanks for doing that for me, Mark," I said, referring to
Michael.

"No sweat," he said, grinning at me, "You needed that, and
Michael wanted it."

After restraining them again in a more usual position, we freed
Dennis, taking him and Simon to the shower room.

"Do we have to put their eggs in?  I forgot about that."

"No, that will be taken care of when they get there," Mark said,
referring to the Prep Center where all the boys would be briefed
and given their final preparation.

"Eggs?" Simon asked.  "What's going on?"

"You boys are going to Brent's ritual.  We picked you to be among
the ones to get Brent's first blow jobs."

"No, shit?"  "Wow!" the boys said.

"Just shower up, for now, guys.  We'll scrub you again in a
minute," Mark said.

We watched as the two boys adjusted the water.  They began to
converse as they washed.

"Looks like you've been busy," Simon said to Dennis, looking at
the big cock and smiling.  "Did you make him squeal?" he added,
an obvious reference to Dennis' roommate, Greg.

"Yeah.  As always," Dennis said, blushing.

"Does he take that big thing pretty easy now?" Simon asked.

"No--just barely."

"Geez!  After all this time, he still has trouble with it?" Simon
said, staring at Dennis' rod.

"The kid's got springs in his butt, I swear."

"You're huge, man.  He loves you, doesn't he," Simon said softly.

"Yeah."  Dennis' blush deepened.

Nothing was said about Dennis loving Greg in return, but I
suspected he did.  I was surprised how candidly the two boys
spoke, with Mark and I right there, but then I realized nothing
is secret to the staff, who could watch any activity on e-video.

I was becoming more impressed with Simon, my Brent look-alike.
At 17, he was a year older than Dennis, but he exuded a calm,
adult-like maturity, not unlike Brent, himself.

Mark and I made quick work of scrubbing the pair with the special
soap--a mixture of detergent, special moisturizers, a sweet
scent, and a mild skin sensitizer.

"Aw, no, not that stuff," Dennis said, as I brought out the hair
remover.

"Just for your ass and balls, guys," Mark said.

"Yeah," Simon said, looking at Dennis, "but hold on to the
railing when it hits your balls."

It was somewhat stimulating to rub the bigger boy's ass with the
cream--I took care of Simon while Mark applied the stuff to
Dennis.

It was stirring to hear them shout out in pain when the cream was
applied to their balls.

In a few more minutes, both boys were prepped.

Mark returned with two robes--white for Dennis, blue for Simon.

"Keep these on--nothing goes underneath.  Fix each other's
collar."

"Yes, sir."

I was glad Michael and Phillip had already been prepped.  I
started to feel more pressure as the minutes ticked by, thinking
I might be holding up the ritual.

Mark's com beeped.  He went to a terminal.  Then he had me return
to the utility room with him.  I had a bad feeling about this.

"What's up?" I said, taking the same seat as before.

"Ritual's been delayed."

"Fuck!  All this work."

"It's not that bad--just an hour or so."

"Whew!  Mark--don't scare me like that."

"Phil, relax!"

"Actually, it's not a bad thing at all.  We can--"

"Well for sure, we can't scene with any of the boys we have here.
And you just came anyway."

"Ha.  That wouldn't stop me, but, you're right--we can't touch
these boys.  What about that dorm scene?  Could we watch it from
here?"

"Good idea, sure!  If it weren't for the ritual we could see it
live."

"Oh, but they might not be doing anything right now.  I just
thought of that."

"Phil--are you kidding?  A room full of fourteen-year-old boys
with hot a seventeen-year-old victim like Todd Farmsway to
torment?  They can line up and fuck him all night.  By the time
the last in line is done, the first would be hard, and ready to
go again.  And they'll torment him until they drop."

"Oh, yeah!  Tune in!"

"Nothing much happening, just one boy fucking him.  Todd's cock
looks quite erect and swollen.  They must have teased him well.
The action's bound to pick up.  Let's go out in the hallway."

"Hallway?  What for?"

"Big screen, you'll see.  There's detail we need to look at."

Mark took me to one of the viewing booths.  I couldn't understand
what he was saying--there was no big screen in the booth earlier,
and he'd said they were all the same.

"I'll see?" I said as we entered the nearest booth.  "There's
nothing here but the same old small screen."

"Oh ye of little faith.  Just wait," Mark said, punching in a
code.

I heard a slight hum, and the back wall opened.  "Holy shit!
There's another room back there."

"Just like I said--big screen."

The room behind the booth was a mini auditorium.  The huge screen
was the new helium-ionic silver matrix type, developed late in
2107, with an image quality rivaling the finest photographs.  We
had to sit back ten feet to see it all, but the view was
fantastic.

The dorm boys had Todd restrained--standing, his arms up and out
in a 'Y' pattern, his feet about 18 inches apart.

"THAT'S how his cock got so swollen," Mark said, staring at the
screen, "They put a stim ring on him."

"Is that cock ring like stim cloth?"

"Similar, but this thing is metal and pulses mechanically.
Look."

"Damn.  You can see it pulsating--squeezing and releasing at the
base of his dick--and his whole cock is bouncing with it.  And
look at his balls!"

"Very swollen from all the licking and sucking no doubt."

"Plus that cock ring--that thing looks wicked."

"It'll give you a hardon in less than fifteen seconds, so imagine
what he's going through."

"His balls . . . kid must be hurting."

"And all from giving him pleasure.  Oops, not for long."

"The houseman--he's got a flogger."

"It's a mild one, Phil, but it'll get the job done.  They either
have to cool him down, or stop the teasing, to keep him from
coming.  His back looks oiled already."

One boy approached Todd and knelt, licking Todd's balls very
gently--to prevent pain there.

Another boy knelt and licked Todd's swollen penis delicately.

"Damn, what a hardon!  But can he even *feel* that on his dick?
It looks like the boy's tongue is hardly touching."

"Unnnnnnghhh!  Ah!  AH!" Todd shouted.

"He feels it."

"Looks like he's going to come."

At that point, the lickers stopped.  One tall dorm boy took the
flogger.

"Brace yourself, boy," the houseman said.

"Fuck!" Todd exclaimed.

"ONE!" the houseman shouted.

WHIIPPPPPPPP!   "Ahhhhhhh!"

"TWO!"

WHIPPPPPPPPPP!   "Aahrrrggghhhhhh!"

"THREE!"

"Ahhhhhaaaaawwggahhhhhhhhhhhh!  FUCK!"

"OKAY!  That's enough for now," the houseman said to the animated
14-year-olds, "And enough of that cock ring, too."

Another boy came forward to remove the cock ring.

"Ah, ah, God!" Todd said--relieved, I supposed, that the ring was
off, and maybe expressing the pain of the flogger, which reddened
his back in the three wicked strokes the boy gave him.

"What's that tube, Mark?"

"Cock cooler.  Ice simulator.  They'll slide it over his dick.
It's colder than ice, actually, about twelve degrees Fahrenheit."

"Damn!"

"And a cold dildo with a big head is coming up next."

"Yeah, I see it."

"Those things will cool him down."

"AHHH! Fuck, no!" Todd said.

"What's THAT thing?" I asked.

"It's like the cock cooler, only it fits over his balls.  He's
fucked, now."

"No!  SHIT!  FUCK NO!  Get that thing away from me."

"Oh it'll feel so good on your balls," the kneeling dorm boy
said, installing the device."

"He's right," Mark said, "it will feel good for a short while."

"And after that?"

"The cold will sink in.  His sac will shrink and squeeze his
balls for him."

"Painfully?"

"Hell, yeah.  Those sac muscles are strong.  Same thing happens
if you jump into a very cold river--but that device does it much
faster."

"Yeeeeeeaaaaargghhhhhhh!  WWHHAARRRRRGHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNAHHHHHH!"

"Damn, looks like he can't take much of that."

"He can't, really.  They'll have to take it off pretty soon."

The poor kid screamed his guts out for a full two minutes before
the boy removed the device.

"It worked.  Looks like his hardon went down some."

"That was the point.  They can't afford to have Todd come now."

"Why not?"

"The boys in the dorm will be graded on their punishment.
They'll all be flogged in the hallways if Todd comes in the first
eight hours.  After that, anything goes, sexually.  By morning,
those boys will probably milk him."

"Fuck!  That's rough."

"Especially the way they do it here."

"I don't want to know yet.  Let me be surprised."

One boy knelt and held just the tip of Todd's cock to his lips.
Another boy stood behind the older teen and started fucking Todd,
who became hard very quickly.

The boy's thrusting pushed Todd forward and sent the tip of
Todd's dick just inside the kneeling boy's mouth.  When the
standing boy withdrew for his next thrust, Todd's body sprung
back, making his erection slip out of the kneeling boy's mouth,
but the young lad held Todd's cock with his fingers to keep it in
position for the next forward thrust.

As the fucking progressed, it was clear that the tease was
unbearably fierce--the head of Todd's cock slid in and out of the
other boy's lips, making for slight, but excruciating pleasure.
The pace increased.

"Ah!  Ah!  Uh!  FUCK!"

"They're really doing it to him, now.  I know it feels good, but
that even looks like torture."

"Yes--that kid's keeping his lips very loose, too."

"Hey--I got a better idea!"

"Idea?" Mark said.

"Let's go see Darren!"

"Yeah!  Great idea.  What'd you do to him?"  We quickly secured
the booth, and walked to my suite at a high pace.

"Teased the hell out of his cock.  Left it wrapped in stim cloth.
He was screaming his guts out as I walked out the door!"

"Stim cloth, geez!  Restrained, I assume."

"Of course.  Feet on floor, one foot ankle chain, arms straight
out."

"Man, that's fantastic!"

"Glad you're impressed, Mark.  Just one hallway to go."

"Eeeaarrrrrghhhhh!  Uuuurrrrrrphhhhh!  Aarrrraaaghhhhhh!"

"Shit, man!  I hear him already!"

"He sounds pretty wound up," I said.

"Wound up?  Sounds like pure hell."

"AAAAHHHHRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!  OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"Darren's okay.  He's a little sensitive."

"A LITTLE?"

"Yeah.  Wait--I don't hear him now."

"I don't either."

We rushed into my room, and opened the inner door to the private
training area.  Darren was panting furiously, and moaning softly,
apparently tired from all his screaming.

"Uhh, urrphh, uhh, uh."

Mark stayed behind me.

"Hello Darren," I said.

"YOU!" the boy shouted, suddenly animated, his eyes fiery.  "What
the fuck did you DO TO ME?"

"Easy, boy!"

"EASY?  My cock is dying--I gotta cum NOW!  NOW!  Ahhhrrrghhh, my
balls, man--I can't take the pain."

"Sure you can, Darren.  It's part of your training."

"FUCK that!"

"Quiet boy, or I'll take the cat to you."

"Urrrmmmphh."

"Here," Mark said, handing me a jar of hair remover.

"What's THAT for?" I said.

"It's for his scrotum.  We have to calm this boy down."

I faced Darren with the jar in hand.

"Get that fuckin shit away from my balls!"

Mark grabbed the jar from me, and applied the stuff to the boy's
scrotum with a slap.

"YeeeeeeeeeOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

I took the stim cloth off Darren's cock very carefully.  The
cloth and the floor below was soaked with the boy's pre-cum.

"Shit--never seen one that red," Mark said.

"It's way swollen compared to before."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrohhhhhhhhhhh!  Eeeeeyyaaahhh!"

The stuff was working.  His dick was halfway soft.  I took the
soap and relieved the sting from his balls.

"I guess I better let him come."

"YES!  GODDAMMIT, YES!"

"I agree," Mark said.  "You can fuck him while I suck his dick."

"No--he can't be fucked now.  Best I can do is a small dildo."

"Use the seven-inch thin--number sixteen, I think.  He needs
something to squeeze out the excess pre-cum, to lessen the ball
pain.  The head on that one is just big enough to do it, without
stretching him."

"Found it!"

We knelt in front of Darren.  The poor boy was desperate for
breath, his need for release monumental.

Mark reached around and fucked him with the special dildo, while
we took turns sucking his inflamed penis.

"He's gonna blow," I said, feeling the boy's knees weaken as the
throbs in his cock became violent, frenetic vibrations.

"AHHHH!  FUCK YEAH!  AH!  AH!  UHHHHHHH!"

Mark and I slid out of the way, and I began to stroke Darren's
cock with my hand.

"SPLAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTT!"

Darren's first orgasmic pulse launched his semen in a thick,
continuous stream, hitting the mirrored wall, nine feet across
the room.

"Wait," Steve said to his readers, "I've only received a handful
of emails so far.  I must get a lot more than that before I can
publish the ritual.  If you haven't emailed yet, please do, with
your comments on the story.  Your email address will never be
used for anything but my replies to you.  I respect and protect
your privacy as I protect mine."

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STEVE STORYMAN'S STORIES AT:  www.nifty.org
(Approximate Age Ranges represent current and future characters)

Dates given are for the most recent chapter posted.  (MM/DD)
Dates are plus or minus a day or so, depending on your server.

                                          ALL dates are in 2005

1. hot-little-brother-series   11 CHAPTERS SO FAR          2/21
   Nifty Incest/Athletics
      A slim 18 y/o athlete wants his 16 y/o brother; caring;
      some football & locker room fun; no long game-scenes.
      Kevin & Josh.  (Ages 15-22)

2. i-wanted-my-big-brother   6 CHAPTERS SO FAR             2/25
   Nifty Incest
      A hot 15 y/o admires and pursues his brother--a sexy,
      17 y/o high-school quarterback; caring; no sports scenes.
      Chad and Adam.  (Ages 15-19)

3. hot-teen-brian   4 CHAPTERS SO FAR                      1/12
   Nifty Adult-Youth
      A cute, smooth 17 y/o and some of his older friends
      discover a liking for younger guys; hot fun; all
      consensual;
      Goes deep into Brian's thoughts.
      Brian, Peter, Matt & friends.
      (Ages 10-32; Most action: 13 to 19)

4. boys-joys-and-sorrows-at-sex-ed-school   6 CHAPTERS SO FAR

   Nifty Adult-Youth                                        3/7
      Teens trained for mutual sex; some spank, paddling, etc;
      no cruelty; some orgasm-delay teasing; flogging;
      individual and classroom/group punishment scenes;
      all consensual; group and couple's sexual scenes.
      (Ages 13-35;  Most action: ages 13-20)

5. hot-freshman-kid   5 CHAPTERS SO FAR                     3/4
   Nifty High-School
      A good-looking high school senior, 17, becomes fascinated
      with a cute freshman, 14; story of discovery; tender;
      caring; depicts several aspects of high-school life as it
      relates to their friendship.
      Mark and Kyle.
 -->  (Despite the teasing and denial in chapter 4, this   <--
      story will not include s&m, domination, or cruelty.)

6. hot-night-with-a-nice-kid   1 CHAPTER  (More to come?)  2/26
   Nifty/College
      A good-looking 24-year-old college student
      finds a hot guy at a local area college hangout--
      a teen club for 18 and 19 year-olds.
      Alan and Peter.

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