Date: Mon, 30 Apr 2001 21:37:02 -0400
From: Danny Meyer <sittinhome@hotmail.com>
Subject: BOYZ BRUTAL TRAINING SCHOOL - Chapter 9
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BOYZ BRUTAL TRAINING SCHOOL - A FANTASY IN EROTIC FICTION
CHAPTER 9 - PUNISHMENT PLAN AND SENSUAL ENCOUNTER
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TO THE READER
CHAPTER NOTE: The following chapter, 9, deals exclusively with
events that originate in this chapter and students who have not
appeared in any prior chapter--therefore, no previous knowledge
of the story is necessary.
This chapter is a departure from the note at the end of chapter
8, and does not continue the Kensington brother's plight, which
will unfold in a subsequent chapter.
A reading of CHAPTER ONE will, however, be helpful to the
reader's insight into the (fictitious) training school--its
students, staff, methods and principles--and clarify certain
sensual and descriptive subtleties that occur in the current
chapter, that otherwise might be unclear or incomprehensible
to the new reader.
This current chapter (9) is an exception, because all OTHER
chapters in this story build on the ones before it.
Incomplete scenes from earlier chapters will be continued in
later chapters, (including 'Initiation of the Fifteen-Year-Old
Students,' 'Kensington Brothers,' 'John's Night with Jason,' and
the 'Boy in the Maximum Punishment Room').
FUTURE CHAPTERS will build upon events in this chapter.
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BOYZ BRUTAL TRAINING SCHOOL - Chapter 9
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by Danny Meyer
Copyright (C) April 22, 2001 by Danny Meyer. All rights reserved.
Please send comments to: Danny, at
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all comments are welcome
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WARNING
If it is not legal or ethical for you to read erotic stories,
particularly of a gay or homosexual nature, please exercise your
obligations as a responsible citizen and select suitable reading
material. This story contains fictional graphic depictions of
actions and tendencies considered extreme by many people.
This entire story is purely a fantasy, and is for entertainment
purposes only--it is not a reflection of life. All readers are
warned not to attempt to re-enact, or recreate any of the actions
or incidents portrayed or implied in any of this story's contents
or events, which are entirely unreal, fictitious, and potentially
dangerous. The foregoing and subsequent text applies to all
chapters and portions of this story--past, present, and future.
This fantasy was written for gay men and women. The orientation
is gay male. Some bisexual men and women may also enjoy it, as
well as some straight men and women, who are curious. If you
like male to male sex and 'reasonably harsh' torture, read on.
This is a fictional story. None of this ever really happened.
None of the people are real people. Most of the characters are in
the 13 to 18 year-old age range. The story is all about sex and
pain, with young adult men, mainly from age 24 to 28, and younger
men (students) from age 13 to 22.
All of the action involves males in the age groups described--
in other words, exclusively gay activity. The cast is 100% male.
If you like, and you're allowed to read this, please read on.
If not, please select a different story, and have a good day.
No hatred or prejudice here.
STORY NOTE - FOR BEST ENJOYMENT OF THE STORY, READ ALL NOTES.
Male-male sex, love, and affection or bonding are increasingly
present in this story, although often occurring alongside BDSM
scenes. There will be, however, some purely sexual segments--
oral, anal, masturbation and others. These do not often dilute
or reduce the frequency of BDSM segments.
The punishment and training scenes throughout all chapters in
this fictional story involve a clean and controlled type of S&M
or BDSM that is different from that found in many or most other
authoritarian/dominant-submissive stories. A reasonably wide
range of S&M intensity is depicted. Hatred is absent.
By design, the younger students are not subjected to the harsher
levels or extremes of BDSM, although their treatment cannot be
characterised as 'soft,' except in cases of certain 'favourites.'
Although this fictional fantasy takes many liberties and harsh
flights of the imagination in depicting the infliction of pain,
out of respect for the human body and for the dignity of being,
there is no organic or functional destruction. There is no scat,
no unbathed persons, nor is there any violent forcing of sex used
as a substitute for the more ethical S&M and BDSM, which involves
the controlled application of pain and some formalised
humiliation, as its chief disciplinary tools.
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ALL NAMES PLACES AND EVENTS USED IN THIS STORY ARE WHOLLY
FICTITIOUS, AND BEAR NO CONNECTION WITH, RESEMBLANCE TO
OR RELATION TO ANY REAL ENTITY. ANY SUCH SIMILARITY IS
PURELY COINCIDENTAL, AND UNINTENTIONAL.
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***** CHAPTER 9 *****
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THE CAST LIST ALSO PROVIDES IMPORTANT FACTS ABOUT THE STORY
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Gordon: (NARRATOR) - Owner and headmaster of the
training school
John: About to be hired as a master at the school
Darryl and Timothy
Harris: 18-year-old twins facing punishment
(new characters)
O'Malley, Rogers, and
Forniky: 13 year-old boys - cute, notoriously naughty little
hellions (mentioned; active in next chapter)
(new characters)
Phillips: A senior Master
Thomas: A Senior Master and Gordon's close friend
Blair, Debbins, Jenkins, and
Michaels: Masters - younger (new characters)
Troy: A senior student (21) - the school's electronics
and video specialist (new character)
Jason: A student, 18, (mentioned) - highly aroused at the
moment because of the effects of an especially strong,
sexually-stimulating potion, called super-tea
(Jason: Ch. 4 - 7)
Kensington brothers - Kevin and
Shawn: Ages 14 and 13, respectively - new students in the
'Family Division' (Kevin & Shawn: Ch. 7 & 8)
Chapter 10 will follow in about 2 weeks, if all goes well.
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TO THE READER: The school is a unique setting for homeless or
rejected boys, providing living quarters, meals, medical care,
excellent education, BDSM training, sexual exercises, and full
recreational facilities, for 160 boys.
Student ages range from 13 to 23. Nakedness is often required.
Educational facilities on the school's grounds include a
high school, for ages 13 through 17, and a university, for
ages 18 and higher. There is an extensive library.
Several sports are offered, including swimming in an Olympic-
sized pool. Physical exercise in the gym and elsewhere is
mandatory. One medical doctor and two nurses are on duty at
all times.
There is a separate, smaller 'Family Division' comprised of boys
dropped off at the school by one or both parents, for behavioural
correction, for periods of not less than one year. Kevin and
Shawn Kensington are such students. These 'Family Boys' are
housed and trained entirely separated from the main student body,
who are known as 'street boys.'
All are boarding students, and are not permitted to leave the
school grounds, at any time.
The school includes classrooms, an auditorium with stage, scores
of punishment and training rooms, luxurious staff quarters,
gardens, fountains, and many other facilities. The food is
excellent, for both masters and students. There are
approximately 30 masters.
Punishments are harsh, and can border on the extreme, but the
students are trained in BDSM, not abused. Some students will
willingly remain slaves, a few will become masters, eventually,
after age 23.
See CHAPTER ONE and others, for more information.
SPECIAL NOTE
'Public sex' refers to any activity where a student is required
to perform, sexually in the presence of other students. Often,
this is done on stage, in the auditorium, with many students
watching.
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AT THE END OF CHAPTER EIGHT...
[immediately after the birching of Shawn Kensington, brother of
Kevin Kensington, new students in the 'Family Division']:
"Please, NO!" the pathetic boy pleaded while still
staring, in disbelief, at his erection--as if to say his penis
did this by itself, and not of his own volition--and as if he
could speak to his dick, and get it to respond to his will. My
own excited organ throbbed in the confines of its jock.
"You've learned NOTHING!" the father shouted at his
tortured, younger son.
Strange, I had thought Shawn had had his first lesson in erotic
torture--albeit an agonisingly painful one--but then, it was too
early to tell.
"I believe we are done, gentlemen," I said.
In an act of finality to ensure closure, I pulled the curtain
around the boys, and gave them some privacy, knowing that our
video cameras would record everything they did, for John and me
to review later. I had my suspicions as to what the two lads
might do.
"It's just as well," the man declared. "I'll be needing
to leave soon, for an appointment."
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[Chapter 9, the current chapter, involves a completely new scene.
The Kensington brothers' plight continues in a later chapter.]
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Thank you, Sean, Martin, Nathan, Paul, "L," "J" and others,
who wrote in and/or contributed to this story.
Your email motivated me to write another
chapter, and here it is.
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(Chapter 9) - PUNISHMENT PLAN AND SENSUAL ENCOUNTER
Harris Twins Punished: A rare occurrence
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[IMPORTANT NOTE ON TEA: References to 'tea' refer to an herbal
mixture, made into a pleasing brew. Shortly after drinking this
'potion' it results in rampant, frenzied, and prolonged erection,
accompanied by intense sexual need. (There is also a 'super tea'
that is much more potent, and has the added effect of increasing
physical strength and stamina.) These teas are used to maintain
a student's erection and sexual urgency during painful or
humiliating punishment, and other events.]
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"Gordon, what the hell was in those chocolates you gave
the boys?"
"Chocolates, John? Excellent blend of Dutch and Belgian
chocolate, with a dose of our special herbs, added."
"Jesus! No wonder they were hard, the whole time."
I decided it was too late in the evening to go further. I called
in Phillips, to take the Kensington brothers to the nurse, tie up
loose ends, and get them beds, for the night.
"They did eat up a heap of them, didn't they. Let's
call it a day, John."
John and I began to walk towards the staff quarters. He seemed to
be quite happy.
"Gordon, I'll take the job!" John exclaimed.
I was thrilled to hear this. With John's intelligence, youth,
excellent physique, and good looks, he would make a fine master
at my school. After I trained him, John would fill a vacancy in
the eighteen-year-old division.
"John, that's good news! Welcome aboard! We're glad to
have you," I said, as I shook his hand.
Even though it was getting late, I gladly agreed to completing
the paperwork at once. John had already passed the required
physical and psychological testing, so there were only a few
formalities to perform. The papers were signed in short order.
I was more relaxed now, about John's upcoming night with Jason.
"Now you can enjoy your awaited night of... pleasure--
with JASON, of all people!" I said to John, referring to Jason's
desirability and physically aroused status, "assuming you can
keep that boy from 'devouring' you."
"Thank you Gordon. I'm really looking forward to this!
Sleep well."
"I don't think YOU'LL be getting much sleep, so I'll keep
your schedule open, tomorrow. Good luck with Jason--and
remember, when in doubt, restrain him, or he'll overpower you.
It won't be his fault--it's the tea."
"I'll keep him cumming, and exhausted."
"Ha! Good luck, John. One caution--his anal muscles
will be incredibly tight, so, don't spare the grease."
On the walk to my quarters, I felt energised and excited about
having John officially on my staff. In a short while, I found
myself feeling envious of John's night with Jason, when I ran
into Master Thomas, who told me there was a problem with the
Harris twins.
I smiled immediately, and Thomas with me, as any possible problem
with the Harris boys was merely a good opportunity to have an
interesting punishment session with these two desirable lads.
I began to formulate ideas for their punishment, and recalled
the boys' various characteristics.
Tim and Darryl Harris were perhaps the most attractive of all
the twins residing at the school, and were also the most
sexually involved with each other--from a very young age.
Thomas had practically adopted the sumptuous pair as his
favourite students. 'Lushy,' he called them.
As I envisioned it, punishment would not be the only thing on my
agenda with this seductive duo. I seldom used the word 'cute'
but it definitely applied to these boys. They had an innocent
look about them that was arresting.
These identical twins had turned 18 recently, and their looks
were quite enchanting--younger-looking, basically slim; broad
shoulders, narrow waists, with a flat, almost concave stomach;
graceful, unexaggerated muscular toning--as opposed to the thick,
bodybuilder look. They were adorned with fine, light-brown hair,
dazzling brown eyes, and a hairlessness of body rivalling many
pre-pubescent boys, although their pubic and underarm hair was
appropriate for an eighteen-year-old.
I mentally added 'shaving' to my agenda of events for these
boys--as part of their training and punishment, of course. My
agenda was becoming too extensive, unfortunately, and would
be impossible to complete in one session--which would not be
without its element of pain, for the two lads.
Getting into trouble was entirely out of character for the
well-behaved twins, who kept to themselves for the most part,
and had a reputation for being a monogamous couple--as much as
any couple could be, here, given the fact that 'forced' sexual
relations among various odd combinations of students was a common
requirement of certain sessions, at the school.
The monogamy of the Harris boys made it doubly delightful when
we trained them--having one twin watch and squirm while his
brother was forced to have sexual intercourse with one of our
more energetic 'tops.' Although most of the top boys who had
been required to 'penetrate' the Harris lads were roughly in the
eighteen to twenty-two age bracket, one sixteen-year-old student
with an unusually large endowment came to mind, who seemed always
to have his tongue hanging out for these two brothers, whenever
it came time to select a student to be the dominant partner for
one of the unwilling twins.
The youngest of our top boys fortunate enough to be called upon
perform stud service on a Harris boy was fourteen. These younger
students took great joy in 'conquering' an older lad in this way.
They were energetic tops. It was erotically amusing to see how the
older lads resented being the bottom for a 'mere' 13 or 14 year-old.
Not to mention the teasing the older lad endured, afterward, if the
sex was 'public.'
We did not overdo this compelled copulation, because we wanted to
maintain the brothers' pleasure and satisfaction with each other,
to a reasonable extent, (and our own entertainment as well),
although I imagined Tim remained a bit loose for a day or two
after such a session--a condition not appreciated by his lover
and dominant brother, Darryl, who had a distinct preference for
anal tightness, by all observations.
Darryl, the more sensible and stable of the two, was quite
protective of his brother, and had no shame in defending Timothy
against any misfortune, regardless of its source.
Being somewhat socially aloof, the two of them had peculiar
habits and odd ways of doing things that often baffled others.
That fact, however, did nothing to reduce the Harris boys' status
as erotically appealing targets of affection and seduction, among
the other students.
When with groups of other students, however, sexually or
otherwise, the Harris' were likeable, quiet, and easy-going.
The twins had pert little features that gave them a sensual
cuteness that was at once arresting and arousing. However,
there was nothing little about their large, perfectly-shaped,
circumcised penises and their perpetually tight nutsacks--tight
from the twins' almost constant state of erection. Stretching
their scrotums was a challenging event the lads found erotic.
Perhaps the most striking feature of these twins, once seen
naked, was their golden-coloured skin--more like a blonde's--and
their light blonde pubic and leg hair that had a silky fineness
to it. It was unusual for a boy's body hair to be lighter than
the head hair, but those were the Harris brothers' alluring
characteristics, in all their teenage beauty--fine examples of
aroused, animated, youthful perfection.
Darryl and Tim Harris had captured the hearts of most of the
staff. Perhaps lust would be a more appropriate term.
"Well, Thomas, this is good news. A rare treat to punish
these boys! What's the offence?"
"Nothing serious, Gordon. You know the Harris twins
are far from rebellious, and never bother the other boys, so I
give them liberties with sex--all they have to do is ask--within
reasonable limits of frequency."
"This time they didn't ask?"
"Right, sir."
A boy's sexual energy was prized for its entertainment value, as
well as for sheer carnal titillation, so any unauthorised use of
this precious commodity was an offence. The Harris twins had
never before failed to ask permission to have sex, and this
piqued my curiosity.
"Thomas, I wonder what caused them to suddenly change
their behaviour. Do you think Tim and Darryl have become--how
shall I say it--video shy?"
"No, I don't think they minded being taped in the past.
Maybe they wanted to fawn over each other more, or try some wild
fetish. Maybe it was a dare--I'm not sure, Gordon."
"I don't believe they hang around with the 'truth or
dare' crowd. It doesn't matter, I suppose. Did you tell them
what the punishment would be if they were caught having sex
without permission?"
"No sir. I simply told them they would be punished."
"Good work, Thomas!"
This brought a smile to my face. Without Thomas specifying to
the boys what their punishment would be, I could do anything I
wanted. This gave me free license to try out some new 'toys,'
as I explained to Thomas.
"Thomas, remember how I tried to get various twins to
perform and take their punishment--standing, facing each other
with the ends of their cocks touching?"
"Sure, Gordon. We tried it together, several times.
Their dicks kept slipping about, and wouldn't stay together.
Erection angles were too steep, the boys wiggled too much, or
their cocks were too slick with precum."
"Good memory, Thomas! Also, some good news! I have new
toys to show you. I think they'll solve the problem. Where are
Tim and Darryl, now?"
"In number 3 detention room. Naked, of course. I made
them drink about a gallon* of water each, before I came for you.
They're both cuffed, tight to the wall, but no other devices."
* gallon: almost 4 litres
Thomas followed as I began to walk toward my office, where the
new 'toys' were stored.
"No other devices? You going soft on me, Thomas?"
"Hardly sir! It's the new 'justification' rule. I
don't like it. Mostly it's the fact that with no punishment
specified, I felt I needed to come to you for some direction."
"That's refreshing, Thomas. Next time, keep in mind that
a little ball weight wouldn't hurt. So long as it doesn't make
them scream, you'll be safe. Did you give them any tea?"
"No, I was tempted to, but I really wanted to check with
you first, Gordon."
"That's fine, Thomas. I'm glad to hear you filled them
up with water. Did you turn the fountain on?"
"Yes, indeed. The water is flowing, noisily, right
before their eyes!"
Since Thomas had the boys drink lots of water, the noisy, flowing
fountain would psychologically hasten and intensify their urge to
urinate. In a short time the twins would be desperate to pee!
"By the way, Thomas--John accepted the job as master.
He's just signed all the papers."
"Gordon, that's splendid! He'll make a good master--and
such a stud! I wouldn't mind if I--"
"Yes Thomas, I know. I can see you drooling."
At this point, we reached my office and Thomas was justifiably
excited about the new toys. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw
him shift his weight from foot to foot, anxiously, as I fiddled
with the keys.
Once inside the office, I switched my monitor to the camera in
detention room 3, and turned up the audio. I was proud that our
video and audio systems were state of the art. The new audio
software could be set to bring out any sound. It was even
possible to mask all other sounds and listen only to a boy's
heartbeat, or feed the heartbeat to an auxiliary speaker, and
hear it along with the normal room sounds.
I watched the usual codes scroll up the screen and we began to
hear Tim and Darryl's conversation. From the cryptic-looking
codes, I recognised the name of the room, and some of the
numbers, like the date and time--but the rest was Greek, to me,
except I knew what XXONIX was. I had to admit that stuff
fascinated me, so I ignored the option to suppress display
of the technical settings.
Darryl and Tim appeared tense, and there was fear in their voices
as they spoke to each other in the unique language of twins. In
spite of their trepidation, their penises were in similar states
of near-erection.
Compeller v. 4.61 for XXONIX
(c) 2001 BELLRON SYSTEMS INC AND XXONIX INC
[show_settings:1]
[flat+4db_(-6db@0_70Hz):amb]
[cut_(-22db@9KHz+):rel:000C]
[aux_(none_a:0000:0000:0000]
[init:_0000:0000:0000:0000]
[init:def1@042201-21:19:54]
[sign:full@042201-21:19:54]
[audio_feed_cpe-detent-rm3]
"God, Darryl! Cuffed, tight to the
wall!! This is a bad sign. I TOLD you
we shouldn't be making love without
asking. They'll voom us, for sure!"
"No, Tim. Come on! No way! Don't
worry so much, man. What can they do to
us over a simple fuck? Nothin THAT bad!"
"Simple fuck? I thought you were
making LOVE to me! I didn't know you
thought of me... that way, Darryl. I, I--"
"Come on, Timmy, I'm sorry. Don't
wimp out on me bro, not now. I didn't mean
it that way--I was just talkin fast, bro!
You know that. You know I always make
love to you. Don't worry about what
they're gonna do to us, bro. Hey, your
COCK doesn't look too worried, Timmy."
Darryl apparently had not lost his silver tongue, in persuading
and distracting his brother.
"YOURS either, Darryl," Tim said, with
a nervous smile. "I don't know, D, I still
think we're gonna get voomed, and good."
"A little whipping maybe, is all,
I'll BET ya, T. Relax, bro."
"Thomas, what the hell's 'VOOM?!'"
"I have no idea, sir."
"Maybe they don't know the cameras are on. Crazy kids!
They're lucky they're so damn cute."
"Does that mean you'll go easy on them, this time?"
"Shit, Thomas! I'll see to it the punishment fits the
crime. They're cute as hell, I'm aware of their record of good
behaviour--I suppose you could say that means, 'easy.'"
"I see," Thomas said with a gratified smile.
"Not THAT easy, Thomas! Don't be expecting Mother
Teresa, or something."
It didn't matter what 'voom' meant, I supposed. I was content,
watching them. Entranced, actually--and the clarity on the new
monitors was stunning.
"SO identical! Beautiful cocks--damn near HARD. Cute
little horny guys, aren't they?"
"Hardly little, Gordon. Five-nine, 150*--slim, but nice
builds, and big dicks."
* height: 175 cm weight: 68 Kg
"I guess all the boys seem little, to me. How old would
you say these lads look, Thomas?"
"I'd say, around sixteen, Gordon."
"And I'd agree. Although you don't see many sixteen-
year-olds with chests like THAT."
"Shit, I hate the whip, Darryl!"
"Timmy, it's not that bad if you put your
mind to it. It's like they say--"
"You're just better at that, than I am."
We found the twins' conversation immensely entertaining. It was
not without its erotic effect.
"These two have always been a little... soft, Gordon.
Not Darryl, so much, but Tim, in particular. Still, they're good
boys, and they've trained well."
I noted a blush in Thomas' face as he said that. I'd suspected
Thomas had a soft spot in his heart for the Harris twins--similar
to my feelings for Jason.
"Well, we'll toughen them up a bit, tonight, Thomas."
"I'm sure, Gordon."
"Timmy, it might not even BE the whip!
I just SAID that--picked that outta thin air."
"Why don't they just come for us, and
get it over with?"
"Come on, Timmy! They're not gonna kill
us--and we won't be waiting here, forever."
"I gotta PEE, really BAD, Darryl!"
"Timmy! GOD no! Don't do THAT!! If they
see a puddle on the floor, they WILL be
rough on us, THEN! Come on bro, you can hold
it! Hold it, baby, PLEASE!!"
"I'm not good at that."
"Quit sayin that, bro!"
I had to chuckle, a bit. I wasn't surprised that Tim seemed
agitated--that seemed to be his normal state. But I found it
surprising to see Darryl, the strong one, somewhat disconcerted,
although he seemed more anxious about his brother spilling the
contents of his bladder than anything else.
The pair had never been told what punishment they would receive,
but, know it or not, they were in serious trouble. Of course,
the unknown had a way of distressing the boys. Still, there was
something odd about the tone of the twins' conversation, and I
couldn't put my finger on it.
Timothy tensed and trembled more and more, obviously trying to
hold his piss, and Darryl stared at his brother's penis in a
state of torment, as if he expected it to explode, at any
moment. We would soon have our fun with them, however.
"It would be merciful to just end their misery," I said,
quietly, "Bend them over, and birch them right there, in the
detention room."
"Yes, but not much fun, Gordon."
Thomas and I laughed.
"Right. I wasn't serious! Besides, I want to work on
their cocks. Balls too. A real cock and ball session. Of
course, a caning or a strapping too."
I was being uncharacteristically crude, and it seemed to trouble
Thomas. I was convinced he loved the Harris boys, and we both
knew their cocks were extremely sensitive to pain--much more so
than our average student.
"Their COCKS, sir?" Thomas said, nervously--his face
doing the equivalent of wringing one's hands.
"They'll survive, Thomas. I'm not going to SHRED them! I
do want them to come, you know, and be ready for tomorrow."
"Gordon, their balls--not the crusher, I hope."
"Relax, Thomas. No, not the crusher. Besides, they're
pretty good with ball pain, as I remember."
I managed to tear my eyes away from the screen, and reach into my
lower desk drawer for a small carton.
"Here are the toys," I said, as I pulled some of them out
of the box.
"That's the oddest looking collection, Gordon. You're
not going to hurt them with that, are you?"
"Hurt them, Thomas? You ARE going soft. Yes, I'll hurt
them. Don't worry, they'll be over it, by morning, except for
the marks."
There was a grim range of pain that could be inflicted--and still
have the twins, 'over it by morning, except for the marks.' Sex,
however, was seldom absent from the menu, wherever these two
charming boys were concerned.
I handed Thomas one of the toys.
"Gordon, it looks like a 'Gates of Hell.'* Nice, round
rings--but it's way too long, to be one of those."
"Quite correct, Thomas. Notice, the rings are spaced and
held together with small, solid metal rods, instead of the usual
short, leather straps. It forms a long, sort of cage. But you
see the whole thing will flex, slightly. It's long enough for
two erections!"
* 'Gates of Hell' - A series of nearly circular, metal rings,
similar to cock rings, slipped over the erect penis--spaced
about one-half inch (1 cm) apart--and fitting tightly. One
purpose is to allow partial pleasure to the organ--enough to
permit extreme arousal in the subject--but purportedly
delaying or preventing orgasm. The device can be used for
other purposes.
"I think I get it."
"Yes, Thomas. Picture the twins, standing, facing each
other. Put Tim's penis into the thing from one end--Darryl's
goes in the other end."
"Sure! And it holds their dicks, firmly, tip-to-tip,
just as you wanted."
"Precisely, Thomas."
I had a superb erection, just thinking about using this on Darryl
and Tim--and noticed quite a bulge in Thomas' trousers. I still
hadn't said what I was actually going to do with the thing, nor
was I inclined to reveal my secret.
Thomas dug into the box of toys and found a rubber piece--concave
at both ends--that was sized and shaped quite like two, very
shallow shot-glasses, glued, base-to-base.
"What could this be, Gordon?"
Of course, I had previously studied these toys.
"Ah! A very specialised little gasket. For one thing,
the shallow 'cup ends' of the gasket will hold the two cockheads,
more precisely aligned--'tip-to-tip,' as you say."
"It does other things?"
"Yes..... that will be a surprise, for later. But I may
as well warn you NOW in case you use this toy on your own--The
gasket must be used on TWINS, only! Just a precaution, but it's
the way I want it done."
"That's even MORE curious, Gordon."
"You'll see!"
I was perplexing Thomas, and teasing the hell out of him with the
surprise bit--and enjoying every moment of it.
I pulled out a second penis cage, looking roughly like the first,
only a good deal shorter, and about twice the diameter--but this
device's rings were markedly oval-shaped.
"Let me guess Gordon--two cocks, facing each other, but,
when slipped inside the thing, they end up side-by-side, instead
of tip-to-tip?"
"Right, again, Thomas. The oval shape keeps either penis
from changing position."
"I'd love to see two boys humping that contraption, with
their lubed dicks confined and sliding against each other."
"Even better if one of them is in an upside-down frame,
so the undersides of their organs can rub, one against the
other."
"That's a fantastic idea!"
"But, my dear Thomas, that is NOT how I intend to use
this on poor little Timmy and Darryl!"
"I had a feeling you were going to say that, sir."
"Well, let's go untie the lads, and have some fun with
them."
Thomas and I began the long walk to the suite of detention rooms.
Thomas looked somewhat troubled--not surprising, in view of his
attachment to the Harris boys and the potential for ghastly
punishment.
Thomas was the most senior of the masters, and a fine gentleman.
I had trained him, myself, and he respected the old ways that
had been handed down to me by my own masters, years ago. Thomas
could be relied upon to exercise excellent judgement, in almost
any situation. He was the first master hired to work at the
school, and we worked well, together. We had become close
friends, and made a good team.
"By the way, Thomas, did you manage to catch the two
scamps before they reached orgasm?"
"I did--I found them in the old cloak room, by the way.
I stopped them before either of them were able to release their
fluids. It was a close call, as I arrived none too soon to stop
master Darryl."
An outsider, hearing this last remark, might have been confused.
In this case, 'master' was an affectionate term for, 'boy.'
"Excellent. Excellent!"
"Darryl was, shall I say, 'slamming himself' into Tim,
rather energetically I might add, and I managed to stop him just
on the brink of orgasm--by the looks and sounds of things. The
boy screamed when I wrenched him off his brother, and he begged
me to let him cum. I watched from the side when I pulled him
away from Timothy, and got a good look at his nice erection, as
it slipped out of his brother's body. Darryl's angered look of
sheer shock and utter frustration were quite lovely. I must say,
I enjoyed his pitiful whining."
"Incredible, Thomas. Even your presence--catching them
in the very act--did not dissuade Darryl from pursuing his sexual
needs, eh? That's very arousing. Poor boy should be climbing
the walls, by now. I can't wait to get some tea in the two of
them," I said, smiling mischievously. "How long since either of
them has climaxed?"
"Five days. I checked, Gordon."
"Not bad. Is that CERTIFIED, Thomas?"
"Certified, indeed, Gordon. With the new program, we've
had no absences of monitor personnel for quite some time, now.
And since the last fiasco, we've had continuous double coverage
in all toilets and showers. Plus, added video surveillance, of
course. The new standby personnel made it all work, as planned.
"We have full, daily reports, now, on each boy's night's sleep.
The bigger screens were the saving grace for that enterprise--we
could view more rooms at once. If it looked as if a boy were
going to so much as TOUCH his dick, the monitor went right to
his bedside and looked in on him. Some lads were even awakened,
and placed in detention. The more suspicious cases were taken to
the nurse, for observation and testing."
All areas of the building were well populated with video cameras,
including dormitories, and, in the case of the senior students,
their so-called private bedrooms.
"And the Harris boys had no idea about the increased
monitoring or the new cameras? They just went to a room and
fucked?"
"I think that's true, Gordon. Of course they're more
isolated, now, with their own bedroom, and they're not exactly on
the main stem of the grapevine, to begin with, as you know."
"Right. At least they had sense enough not to try it in
their own room!"
The twins had just reached the age of eighteen, which meant they
had recently moved from a dormitory, to a private bedroom. This
removed them from the daily chatter of dormitory living.
I was pleased with the good news about our added monitors and
cameras. The success of these meant decreased masturbation and
hornier students.
Since we keep a record of each orgasm of every student, we are
able to review those records in order to estimate the urgency of
a boy's sexual appetite, at any given time. There was great
entertainment value in a boy maintaining his erection and being
desperate to cum, and it was just more fun if he didn't need the
tea to keep him going. This point was lost on many masters, who
simply viewed the regulation as another tool to create an offence
for which they could punish a student.
Unauthorised sexual engagement between two students was a more
serious offence. Under our current rules, the Harris boys could
face days of gruelling punishment.
"Thomas, the twins seemed unaware of the seriousness of
their offence."
"Timothy seems quite unable to... remain concerned about
those sorts of things, Gordon. Darryl, on the other hand, is
quite aware of the gravity of the situation."
"I understand, Thomas. I have the impression Tim is a
bit 'scattered,' isn't he?"
"You might say it that way, yes, Gordon. Nothing more
than lust and youthful distraction, I assure you."
"I trust you've had Tim tested, thoroughly?"
"Both of them, actually. Full batteries--'A' and 'B.'
The shrink says, 'attention deficit'--I say Tim's brain is too
well connected to his prick--not that I mind, Gordon."
"Ha! Good one, Thomas. No more so than Darryl, by the
looks of things--though Darryl seems to be a bit more sensible.
Poor lad's the manly one, but he hovers over Timothy like a
mother hen."
Thomas simply chuckled. It was amusing to observe and speculate
on the dynamics between the twins, and this made the time pass
more quickly, as we made our way through the maze of hallways.
Thomas and I took our time, walking to the detention rooms.
"That Crane fellow isn't one of your monitors, anymore,
is he, Thomas?"
"No sir, he was properly punished and demoted. It was
while you were on holiday."
"Cocky little fellow. He was too young to be a monitor,
anyway. So what did you demote him to--scullery maid?"
"Not exactly. Actually, he hasn't been re-assigned yet.
He's still being 'punished,' Gordon, you might say."
I sensed something a little 'non-standard' was going on, by the
way Thomas was expressing himself.
"All right, Thomas--let's hear it."
"At first, we gave Crane most of the usual punishments.
The gauntlet marked him up, pretty well; then a body whipping."
"Whipping? No ball crushing?"
"No. You'll see why, when I--"
"So where is 'cocky Crane' now?"
"On his knees, Gordon--bound hand and foot--in the 13
year-old's dormitory, and complaining every moment."
"Don't tell me--with his mouth propped open!"
"Yes. And the little ones HAVE been drinking excessive
amounts of water, these past few days."
"All right, Thomas, so he's been getting a lot to drink,
lately. That doesn't sound so bad."
"Crane hates it, of course, but there's more."
"I had a feeling."
"I put one of those new 'greased chain' things on Crane's
balls--and added a few pulleys. A handle on the other end of the
chain, of course," Thomas said, with a mischievous grin, matching
my own. "The boys say they pull on it whenever they are frustrated
about something. Good therapy, they claim."
"I'm sure our little, innocent teenie-boys are having fun
with that!" I said, sarcastically. "They ought to be the least
frustrated bunch in the building, by now."
"Oh yes. Crane swears they're pulling his balls off,
with that chain. The screams HAVE been horrendous."
"Leave it to the 13 year-olds. Cruel little bastards,
aren't they?"
"Amen, Gordon."
"I'll let it pass, this time, Thomas. I realise Crane
was a new, young trainee, and gave you trouble, but in the
future, no more subjecting staff to this kind of thing--not even
trainees. Let the victims of that sort of prank be restricted to
fellow students. We need to take some action, now, to maintain
respect for staff."
"My apologies, sir."
The thirteen-year-old boys were well known for being intensely
effective at disciplining the more senior lads, when called upon
to do so. But now, we had a notorious example--authorised or
not--of students abusing staff, that we needed to erase.
"We have no choice, now, but to discharge Mr. Crane--not
that it's any great loss. See to it, Thomas."
"Yes, Gordon."
"And I want NO repercussions from this to fall upon the
little ones, who did what they did in all innocence, so to speak.
Although, we might furtively single out one or two of them for a
little caning--maybe a strapping or two."
"One or two of them? O'Malley, Rogers, and Forniky. I'll
bet a week's pay that's who you're thinking of, Gordon," Thomas
said, with a confident grin.
"You know me too well, Thomas."
Of course, Thomas' list of boys that I had in mind was spot on,
in its perfect accuracy--although I always thought of that
troublesome trio of pre-puberty as, "Heckel, Jekyll and Hyde,"
which were the cherished nicknames the three impish youngsters
acquired soon after arriving at the school. The swift
acquisition of nicknames usually meant that the recipients of
those labels were especially fascinating, for one reason or
another.
"You have excellent taste, Gordon. The shower monitors
say they're as beautiful and mischievous as ever."
At that moment, the detention rooms were in sight.
"Tell Debbins to keep a sharp eye on our little triple
threat to humanity, and see if he can't trump up some charges
against them, so I can have my fun with the little darlings
without simply dragging them out of the dormitory on unspecified
allegations."
"Will do. Good idea, Gordon. I know you like to line
them up and cane them, especially in your office."
Although he had an eye for a beautiful boy of almost any age,
Thomas had no taste for the younger set, but was amused by my
antics with them. I was rather partial to the one edge of my
desk--darkened as it was from the sweat of so many boys who bent
over it for a good set of six to twelve of the most astounding
strokes of the cane. More, in some cases.
"Ah, Darryl and Timothy," I said to the thin air in the
hallway, "I do hope you're in good voice tonight."
"In good voice! That's funny Gordon."
A boy's voice was inherently sexual, to me. If precisely the
right techniques were used, one could elicit the most arousing
sounds from these lads. I was becoming quite adept at causing a
boy to produce the full range of his vocalisations--from the
highest squeals to the lowest, guttural moans.
The Harris twins were among the gentlest, but strongest boys in
the 18 and under age group. They had criticism for no one, and
did no tattling that I had ever known of. For this reason, I was
not self-conscious about the obvious wet spot I had produced. I
was convinced these boys would not go around telling stories.
Normally, masters wore special leather briefs when in the
presence of students--briefs that did not show wet spots, and
did not allow the erection to be easily detected.
"Well, here we are--Detention Room 3! You did lock it,
Thomas?" I asked, redundantly, as I tried the latch.
"Yes, of course."
I fumbled with my keys, once again, while Thomas looked in on
the twins through the one-way mirror. There was also a video
monitor, and I threw the switch to power it on.
"Fully erect, Gordon--BOTH of them! Nice erections, if I
do say so myself."
"Oh. Turned up the heat in there, before you left them,
did you, Thomas?"
"Yes. The cold is notorious for spoiling erections."
"I wouldn't count on that with those two--they could be
hard in an ice bath. Before we go in, I want to tell you
privately to go make some booster tea--a double dose for each of
them. I want them hard, all night. Don't bring out the tea
until I call for it."
"All night?"
"Not getting sleepy, Thomas, are you? We won't WORK on
them all night. I just want them to be very 'hungry' for a
while."
Finally, I stepped in and got a live view of the Harris twins.
It had been several months since I had actually been with them.
Their pretty faces and slim, smooth bodies were breathtaking.
The two of them were fastened to the wall with numerous ropes and
metal restraints at many points along their bodies--with their
arms outstretched.
"Well, Timothy and Darryl!" I said with exaggerated
cordiality. "How are the two lovebirds doing, this evening?"
The twins' faces become instantly ashen. They expected someone
to come and punish them, but my presence usually spelled trouble,
as it normally signalled that the offence was grave and that the
punishment would be more severe. The undisguised look of sheer
terror on their faces was both charming and arousing.
"Hello, Master Gordon," Darryl said.
"Hello, Master Gordon." Tim's greeting was hasty and
agitated. "Sir, I have to PEE, really bad!" blurted the nervous
boy, almost oblivious to the gravity of the situation, and the
thin ice upon which he was standing.
In response, I smiled and asked, "Which one are you?"--as if his
personality hadn't told me!
"Tim--I mean, Timothy, sir," he said--having almost
forgotten my preference for the students' use of their full first
names. Masters were free to use diminutives, or whatever
nicknames they chose.
"I'm glad you told me of your need, Timothy, although
I don't know HOW you're going to relieve yourself with that
erection, boy!"
I went immediately to the tool closet, to retrieve a small tray
of clamps and restraints. I put the tray down, nonchalantly, on
the table behind me and looked directly into Tim's eyes.
"Well, Timothy, let's take care of your need."
This announcement produced a smile and sigh of relief from the
shaken lad.
"Thank you sir!"
'Foolish boy!' I thought.
I turned to the tray, and pulled out a strong penis clamp, that
I quickly installed in the centre of Tim's rather hard shaft.
The pressure of the clamp dented the penis, significantly.
"There! That should help you."
Tim's gasp and crestfallen expression were priceless. He began
to tremble.
"Ow! Oh sir! It hurts! PLEASE. I'm going to bust!!"
Darryl turned to Tim with a stern, admonishing look.
"In that case, let me examine you, Tim, and I'll be able
to tell if you are going to burst, or not."
"Ahh!" Tim shouted--knowing full well this type of
'examination' was painful. There was nothing else he could say.
The lad clenched his teeth in preparation for what was coming
next. But instead of starting the 'examination' immediately, I
would use delaying tactics, now--to frazzle Tim's already raw
nerves.
"Oh, Sir!" Tim screeched--but I ignored the outburst.
Tim expected me to press on his abdomen. Instead, I approached
the twins gracefully, and gently grasped the tips of their
erect penises. I had some questions ready, and the boys knew
better than to answer with anything less than complete honesty.
"So hot!" I said, referring to the warmth of the dual,
sensual knobs of flesh each of my hands now contained. The
fingers of each hand did a delicate dance upon this most
sensitive part of a boy's anatomy.
"And slick with precum, too!" I said pleasantly. Of
course, I was disarming them.
There were two small puddles of their natural lubricant on the
floor--between each of the twins' legs. I was impressed.
"So much precum, boys! Thinking of our brother, are
we?" I said to both of them.
The twins hung their heads, somewhat sheepishly.
Despite the heat in the room, I could see their identical bodies
shivering--trembling, apprehensively.
"Yes sir," was the subdued, simultaneous response.
I had hoped Thomas would be done with the tea, and back in the
room by now. That not being the case, I called to him. I looked
directly at Tim.
"You're not ashamed of lusting after your brother, are
you, Timothy?" I was phrasing my question, deliberately, for
maximum discomfort.
The self-conscious blush of this charming lad was, actually,
sufficient answer.
"No sir," Tim replied, with a surprising degree of
firmness in his voice. I directed my gaze at the other twin.
"And you, Darryl, are you ashamed of wanting to gratify
yourself with your brother?"
"No, sir," Darryl said quietly, with the radiating
blush in his face signalling his uneasiness.
Red-faced twins were particularly satisfying.
"He gratifies ME too, sir!" said Timothy, speaking out of
turn with his distinctive impetuosity.
This caused the calmer twin to cast a sterner, reproachful glance
at his brother.
"Timothy, it's nice to see how you care for Darryl, but I
am well aware that your brother sucks you off, boy. That reminds
me, it has been a while since Jason or Gregory pounded your
brother's butt." I put particular emphasis on the word, 'butt.'
Darryl's frustrated exhalation at his brother's lack of restraint
spoke volumes.
I thought I had it figured out that Darryl protected Tim. Now,
with Tim's protest, it was the other way around. Maybe these two
were a bit daft, after all.
"And you Darryl! You care for your brother, Timothy, don't you?"
"Yes."
I was having too much fun, embarrassing Darryl, so I was
willing to let go of protocol, for the night. My comment about
the recent lack of activity in his rear end shaken the lad.
I went on.
"You LOVE him, don't you, Darryl?"
"Yes, sir."
"Tell him you love him, Darryl."
"Timmy, I love you."
The apples in Darryl's cheeks were now aflame.
"You, Timothy--do you LOVE your brother?"
"Yes, sir."
"Tell him, Timothy."
"Darryl, I love you SO MUCH!" blurted Tim, loudly.
Darryl exhaled another disturbed breath--this obviously arising
from the current example of his twin's impulsiveness. The poor
lad was simply not having a good night.
"Darryl, how much do you love Timothy? You didn't say,"
I asked in mock innocence, knowing this would set the more
serene boy's teeth on edge.
"I love you very much, too, Timmy."
"Darryl, do you love Timothy enough to suck his cock,
publicly, in front of the whole school?"
"Yes, sir."
"Do you love him enough to let him FUCK you with the
assembled student body, watching?"
Darryl's blush was extraordinary. Darryl was reputed to be a
top, only. Sucking his brother's penis--a pleasurable act by any
standard--was one thing, but to be fucked by Timothy, publicly,
would be humiliating, to say the least, for Darryl. He paused.
Conjecturing on what he was thinking, I mused that Darryl may
have thought I would call a student assembly at once, drag him
and his brother to the auditorium, and have them carry out my
proposal. The lad gulped.
"Yes, sir," Darryl said, in lower, softer tones.
Of course, he would not dare reply in the negative.
"Darryl, do you love him enough to take his punishment,
for him?"
"Yes, sir."
"Do you love Timothy enough to take a severe whipping for
him, if it would save him from getting a whipping of his own?"
"Yes sir!"
I let the subject drop, while I admired the twin, blushing boys,
and let my hands go to Tim's abdomen. I pressed sharply into
the smooth-skinned, ribbed belly of the anxious boy at a
crucial point. My 'examination' had begun.
"AHHH! Oh God... OH GOD!" shouted Timothy.
I continued this excruciating process, squeezing the poor lad's
bladder, unmercifully, and was treated to a full litany of
haunting, sensual, screams of anguish that only a teenaged boy
can produce.
Also distressed was Darryl, who winced as his brother shouted,
in pain. Darryl's teeth gritted as I went on, in protective
empathy which added to the appeal of the scene.
"I'm envious, Timothy!" I said, unconvincingly. "The
pain must have been exquisite. It WAS, wasn't it?"
"Y-yes sir," Tim said, huffing and stammering--obviously
believing that 'exquisite' was hardly the word for what he had
just experienced.
"You DO seem to have a full bladder, Timothy, but it's
far from bursting, so you can stop fretting about it, boy!"
It was time to move the boys to a punishment room, and proceed.
"Master Thomas, give these lads something refreshing to
drink--they'll need it. Give me ten minutes, then meet me in
Punishment Room X. After I leave this room, give them their
drink. Then strap their ribs. Twelve strokes on the right side,
twelve on the left, for each of them--and put some real power
behind the strap. That's 48 strokes, total. Alternate from one
boy to the other with each stroke. Makes for livelier audio."
This proclamation caused Thomas to flinch, visibly. Just hearing
the name, "Room X," was a very, very bad omen.
"Put the two of them in prisoner chains for the walk over
there, Thomas. If you need more time, take it."
Thomas was stunned.
Both boys gasped, at this. They exchanged horrified glances, and
I could see the lads' knees give out, in dread of what I had just
declared--so it was fortunate that our victims were still bound
to the wall. It was also a convenience for Thomas, since the
boys could conveniently remain as they were, for their strapping.
I left the room.
Room X was, symbolically, on a par with the Maximum Punishment
Room, in the minds of our students, and was equipped with many
pain-producing tools and devices of 'Inquisitional' severity. Of
course, choosing Room X for the Harris twins was merely designed
to intensify their dread, as I had no intention of subjecting
these seductive boys to anything too barbarous. What I had in
mind would, however, be torture enough--and delightfully sexual.
The strapping I had just prescribed for the twins, while
viciously painful, was only a warm-up, and they knew it.
Prisoner chains were very thick and dreadfully heavy. The chains
were another item designed to strike fear in our boys' hearts, as
they symbolised a severe offence and heralded transport to a
scene of horror.
Besides securing and encumbering the boys, the custom-built
chains would also serve to give Thomas some amusement on the way
to 'Room X,'--not only because the chains were quite heavy and
would cause the twins much added exertion--but because there were
two short lengths of chain that ran from each leg iron to the
scrotum. These chains would necessitate their walking in a
squatting position, and there was no way to prevent each of their
steps from tugging on their balls--not to mention the longer
chains swinging and slapping their testicles repeatedly, as they
walked.
Our special, herbal tea was, of course, a lad's best friend in
difficult circumstances, and would maintain the twin's erections
during the proceedings. This would be needed to overcome the
fear and pain that otherwise could deflate a boy's eager,
rock-like penis.
By now, the twins would be feeling the effects of this rapidly
assimilated tea, and would soon be enjoying enhanced versions of
their usual erections, and great sexual hunger--an overwhelming
and irrepressible need for release.
The Harris boys were known for having erections, in the first
place, and that made the prospect of this activity especially
titillating to me. Simply undressing the Harris boys and
exposing their genitals to the air stimulated their organs to
hardness, especially in the presence of each other! They were
true lovers--and, by far, our 'horniest' twins.
>From the hallway, I called ahead to master Blair, who would make
sure my chosen room was well prepared--complete with lighted,
kerosene-style torches and three other masters present--in
leather garb--to intimidate our twin lovers. I told Blair that
Thomas was with me, and I was about to end the conversation, when
I thought of some instructions at the last moment. Even with the
tea, the painful strapping they were about to receive would not
dampen their sexual desire, for long.
"Blair, one more thing. Get Troy to go with you, and
tell him to bring four, fresh video tapes for the Room X cameras.
Tell him to use the good ones, from the cabinet outside my
office--and have him test the cameras while he's at it."
Troy was a 21 year-old student at the school. He was our official
electronics expert, and held the position of Electronics Systems
Specialist. As with most other senior students who held official
posts at the school, I had given him special rights and privileges.
Troy was sworn to secrecy about the knowledge he had of our security
systems and other secrets--secrets he was bound to keep, by contract
and by threat of castration, or worse.
Troy's high achievement and job status were of such a level that
many masters conversed with him as an equal. I had to keep
reminding them that he was not to be treated as a master.
"Blair--remember, Troy has a high post here, but he's
still a student. I want to make it clear that there are to be NO
privileged conversations or shenanigans, in his presence. Tell
him he must speak to ME if he has any questions. If that means
delaying things, so be it. And NO SEX--we have work to do!"
Troy wasn't the best-looking boy in his age group, but he had a
quiet innocence about him that was disarmingly seductive. Troy
was a true charmer. His lanky physique, mild manner and quick,
flashy smile effectively attracted a large pool of willing
partners from almost every segment of school society.
Although Troy had a conspicuous taste for caning and penetrating
thirteen and fourteen-year-old bottoms, which endeared him to me,
his unsurpassed versatility in all types of scenes made him a
very popular boy.
Troy seemed to have techniques for attracting students of all
ages. While desired as a top and bottom partner by many older
boys, Troy was one of the few senior lads who would willingly sub
for the younger students, and run through the junior dormitory's
'Tunnel of Rods,' from time to time--a rather painful exercise.
He also engaged himself sexually, as a top or bottom, with the
smaller boys--cavorting with them with pre-pubescent energy.
I supposed his testosterone level was well above normal.
"Yes, Gordon. No problem, I'll call Troy right away.
Is it all right if I don't stay for the scene? I have a
monstrous day tomorrow."
"That's fine, Blair. We'll miss you. Make sure the
other three wear their full leathers. I would prefer Michaels,
Debbins, and Jenkins. Good luck, tomorrow."
I hung up the phone and thought about the Harris boys. At that
moment, I heard the shrill sound of their first screams.
Ah! All is well with the world, I thought to myself, in spite of
the late hour.
-- Danny Meyer, April 22, 2001 sittinhome@hotmail.com
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