Date: Fri, 10 Nov 2006 14:28:32 -0800 (PST)
From: Dennis Banneker <storiesnew@yahoo.com>
Subject: Five-Day Sexual Teasing Ordeal - Chapter 1
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The Five-Day Sexual Teasing Ordeal of Kyle Adamsley
Chapter 1
by Dennis Banneker
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November 10, 2006
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The Five Day Sexual Teasing Ordeal of Kyle Adamsley
by Dennis Banneker
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Kyle Adamsley, 17, to be trained
John Versallis, 36, trainer
Fred Zycowski, 54, John's assistant
Assortment of others, ages 17 to 27
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CHAPTER 1
'Partymates,' a big conglomerate new-age supplier of men and
boys for all occasions, needed a young man trained for a special
client. The five days of training will be very tough. One
employee had volunteered. Five had failed before him.
'Partymates' had their niche--straight and straight-acting
boys, gay ones, too. This did not mean that the clients were
straight, but more demanding. The percentage of gay boys was
relatively low--about 40 percent. Those employees in the know
speculated the percentage was much higher.
DAY ONE - THE ORDEAL BEGINS
"And for God's sake--remember, he's a volunteer. Don't tell
anyone anything. Not his name, looks, nothing! Poor bastard
better be strong." I was agitated, shouting at Fred.
To me, strong in this case meant straight, an ex-football
player maybe; age between 22 and 32; weight over 200 pounds. We
made sure *all* our boys enjoyed male-male sex and got aroused by
it. Some of our clients were a little rough. Strength would be
the key requirement. Some of our so-called straight boys were
bisexual or gay. That was fine, as long as the candidate for
this client was a manly type. Most of our boys were manly.
"No problem keeping the secret, John."
"Do we have his file yet?"
Fred handed me a folder and remained standing. At least we
had papers on the new guy--that's what we called him because I
hadn't seen him before. As I opened the folder, Fred spoke.
"He should be here around mid-morning."
"Good. That gives me time to prepare. Sit down, Fred--you
make me nervous." Fred knew better than to speak unless
absolutely necessary while I reviewed a personnel file.
"Kyle Adamsley. What a name! Doesn't sound like Mister
Universe."
I muttered to myself all the time. But I liked Fred at my
side, listening. His input was valuable--few managers had better
instincts or judgment. Plus, he knew my quirks. And he knew
when not to answer me. My eyes widened as I began to review the
volunteer's basic statistics.
"Fuck! Not another KID! SEVENTEEN? What the hell IS this?"
"Seems to be a trend, sir."
"Shit, he's practically fresh from the playpen!"
Personally, I liked 17-year-olds, but I had to act on the
client's behalf.
For the moment, I skipped the boy's remaining physical stats,
needing to see some substance in the file--look for outstanding
accomplishments and ratings from his former trainers. Before too
long, I was impressed. Tentatively.
I went back to his stats and frowned as I read.
"Is this a boy or a girl?" I said, looking up at Fred with a
smirk. Fred's face was the picture of bewilderment. "Listen to
this. Five feet 7 inches tall, 150 pounds, blond hair, blue
eyes. Geezz! This candidate could be Miss Hollywood! Did you
know about this before the file arrived?"
"No, sir--I mean, no, John."
"All right, stay calm Fred. I'm the one who gets to be
nervous around here. The fucker sounds too delicate." Fred was
probably worried I would throw the kid out on arrival.
"You COULD use the . . . tools on him, straight off."
"No. Too harsh. He might break. Later on I could do that--
maybe."
"John--that description . . . it might mean the sexual
segment would be . . . easy for him."
"So you're saying he's gay? Do you have any second-hand
info--rumors, anything?"
"No. Just trying to picture him. Sorry--no photo in the
file."
"All right. Double check the training room. Put out the
full set of stimulators, but hide them on the lower shelf of the
examining table. Add anything else you think I might use. And
make sure I have good lube this time--and a new roll of paper
towels and wet-wipes. FRESH ONES! And find that goddam caning
table I paid eight-hundred dollars for!"
"No problem, John."
In my mind, there was a problem. This candidate was an
office worker--he had never performed for a client.
I continued to read the new guy's file. His strength was far
above what I had anticipated; physical endurance off the chart,
and his trainers gave him high marks. He climbed his way out of
the concrete culvert in less than 30 seconds. I had a feeling
this was not a gay kid, but if he was, he had my respect, going
in. It had taken me four minutes to get out of that culvert,
when I had done it at age 18. That was 19 years ago, and I was
damn fit.
Fred returned from the examining room, seating himself
quietly on the leather visitor's chair.
"Fred, did they change the dimensions of the culvert on the
Alpha test?"
"No."
"Any changes at all in that test in the past twenty years?"
"No changes, John. The only thing different is the overall
run time is longer because--"
"Yes, I heard about that. Shit--this must be a typo! He
runs the mile in four minutes and his blood pressure is only--
damn. And he climbed the big wall in less than three seconds?
Double check this data. It can't be right."
"Sure."
"Here. Copy the page and get it back to me on the double.
Shred and burn when done. Call Sanders and grill him. Make him
sweat, but make sure I have the right data in five minutes."
"I'll get right on it."
I was shocked when Fred confirmed the data was good. This
kid, Kyle, was one exceptional boy. I reread the file and
memorized as much as I could.
Meeting Kyle was equally shocking. He had a kid's face, but
there was a maturity about it, and strength in his chin. His
handshake was vise-like and painful. He was confident, steady,
and looked taller and sturdier than his stats. And he was too
fucking good-looking for his own good.
"Is your height and weight here correct?" I said, handing
Kyle his stat sheet.
"Yes, sir," Kyle said crisply. He made excellent eye contact
and never backed off, not even from my toughest stare.
He would need much more than physical stamina to pass the
grueling five-day course I was to give him. *Supposedly* five
days. Most candidates failed miserably by the third day. Then
they were given a day of rest and we started at day zero--and so
on, until the candidate passed the tests. He failed if he didn't
make it in thirty days.
"Let's get started," I said, leading Kyle into the examining
room. "Put your gear in that locker, lock it, and give me the
key. I'll have it in my personal safe. Any perishables?"
"Cherries, sir."
I grinned at this. Cherries. How macho. What ever happened
to beef jerky and chewing tobacco?
"Put them on the table in the corner. You can snack at given
intervals, boy." I saw that he flinched just slightly when I
addressed him as 'boy.'
"Yes, sir."
"They DID tell you I'd be addressing you as boy?"
"Yes, sir."
"If the client wants your services, they'll call you that and
worse." I mused that if anyone called me boy, I'd take it as a
hell of a compliment.
"Not a problem, sir."
"You've been told what happens here?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Strip. Bare skin. No socks. Nothing. Then stand at the
foot of the examining table. No need to speak unless I ask a
direct question, boy."
The way the kid looked into my eyes when I said that spoke of
inner strength. Still, he was no heavyweight when it came to
bodily structure. I turned to the intercom, not bothering to
watch as Kyle undressed.
"Are the two observers here?" I barked into the intercom. I
needed two employees to watch part of the testing--to put a
certain stress on the new candidate.
"Yes, sir."
"Put them on standby."
I went to the foot of the table to inspect this tall thin
blond specimen of a young male.
Everything seemed proportional. Nothing unusual or
conspicuous, except his boyish looks. Maybe that was good--it
could be conveniently distracting under the right circumstances.
Even his cock was of a size that was in line with the rest of
him. It was maybe a tad big, but he might be experiencing a
slight erection.
Knowing the client's specifications, I needed to avoid a man
with a huge schlong that looked like a prize. It was a
reasonable request, and I never probed a client for his reasons.
Kyle's feet seemed big enough, impeccably clean, sturdy,
well-shaped, good arch, well-articulated toes; strong ankles.
His arms were adequately thick, although thicker would have
pleased me more. At least the biceps were impressive. His balls
were a bit large, but that would please the client.
Kyle's legs were the strong point--well-muscled, steel-tight
thighs, and calves obviously well worked out; a dusting of hair
on his upper leg and more discernible hairs below the knee.
Fortunately, the boy had large hands with a good coating of blond
hair. I knew from experience how strong those hands were.
"How long have they kept you in the chastity belt?" I said,
referring to his pre-training preparation, taking my key to
unlock the thing and remove it from him.
"Five days, sir." That was the specified time.
"This will be day zero again, boy. Then another five days."
He knew these facts, but repeating them was important. When
he was out of my sight, it was my responsibility to have the
chastity belt securely installed on him.
I marveled at his youthful smooth skin and broad shoulders.
For his smaller stature and low weight, the kid was built.
"Are you ready for this, boy?"
"Yes, sir."
After I checked that they were both wearing jocks, I led the
two observers to stand facing Kyle, about ten feet opposite him.
"Masturbate for me and these two men, boy. And come!"
His hand went to his cock immediately. I silently admitted
the kid had a good-looking dick. The two observers squirmed
uncomfortably.
Though Kyle didn't know about this step in the process, the
purpose was to fulfil a requirement that the candidate be able to
jerk off and come in front of others. Some guys were shy and
couldn't do it to save their lives if someone were watching.
The two observers had no knowledge of this, either, nor even
why they were called to witness it. They were sworn to silence,
under severe penalty. This was documentation of our candidate's
ability to perform for an audience.
Now came the part where the mental stressing would begin.
Kyle knew he'd be subjected to this type of stress, but knew
nothing of the details. At this point, it would be mild, and I'm
sure the kid was well prepared.
"Do you understand that, BOY? Can you do that, BOY? Can you
get that thing up, BOY?"
"Yes, sir!" he said, unshaken, taking the lube from the
table, grasping his thickened cock and stroking slowly. I
estimated Kyle was hard within 20 seconds. He was bigger than
I'd estimated.
The kid's hardon looked to be over seven inches. A good
thickness, too. It had a light-colored, virginal look that was
distracting as hell. His smooth chest and scant bush were
perfect for this client. His biceps bulged nicely as his hand
sped back and forth. A desperate, sensual look adorned his face
and he began to sweat. I don't remember seeing anyone sweat all
over, but this boy did. His sparsely-haired balls pulled up
quickly.
I was sorry I hadn't worn a jock, myself. I sat at the small
desk in the examining room while wonder-boy jerked off. In the
absence of additional instructions, he was going at it furiously,
to my delight. Five days of forced abstinence helped motivate
him, I was sure. It was pleasant to see a youth blush and squirm
in the frantic act of sexual self-expression.
In less than a minute, the kid was grunting, bending with
each burst of semen. I could tell, this was a serious orgasm.
Eight major streams of cum blasted across the room, nearly
striking the two observers standing by. This kid could shoot!
He met that requirement with flying colors.
I would need to train him to lose his quick trigger.
"Gentleman!" I addressed the two observers. "You may be
called upon later to testify as to what you witnessed here. Do
so only if I am present. You may go." The two men made their
exit hastily.
"Thank you, sir," Kyle said breathlessly as he nursed a few
after-shocks of his climax. "I hadn't expected--"
"We don't reveal this part in advance, boy."
It was logical the kid would be baffled over the command to
shoot his wad. After all, this training course was to be a test
of his endurance--the ability to maintain his sanity and hold his
cum when sexually aroused to the point of extreme desperation.
In other words, he needed to endure one long cock tease. It made
sense he'd wonder why we would do something to reduce his sexual
appetite. But we had our reasons for this.
"Surprised, boy?"
"Yes, sir."
"In less than two hours, you'll be craving release so badly,
you won't even know you've come. Can you believe that, boy?"
"No, sir."
"Good. I enjoy surprising people." I opened a wet-wipe and
did a cursory job cleaning his dick. "Stand over the floor drain
and rinse it off," I said, handing him a squeeze bottle.
I put a towel over his shoulder while he squirted water on
his cock. It looked as if it hadn't softened. Kyle's movements
were quick and sharp as he obeyed my instructions, yet he was
thorough, both rinsing and drying.
"I know you're sweaty, boy. I'll have you take a shower
soon, but not now. I presume you know the next part?"
"Yes, sir. The first tease session," the boy said, gulping.
"And you are motivated by the potential benefits of working
for this client to hold your cum to the best of your ability?"
"Yes, sir. It's a great opportunity."
"It's my butt if you come early. But if I go down, I promise
you, your balls are going down with me."
"Yes, sir," Kyle said, sufficiently frightened yet confident.
I smiled and put a hand on his shoulder, slick with sweat. I
petted his dick, too, making sure to slide my fingers over the
most sensitive places on his cock. I enjoyed seeing Kyle's
gritted teeth as the faint touches magnified his desires.
"That gulp earned you 15 strokes of the six-gauge strap.
Five on each butt cheek, five on your back. You got that, boy?"
These were regulation punishments designed to train.
"Yes, sir," he said through anxious breaths, a tremble in his
pleasant young voice.
The subject's ability to hide his stress was a crucial
requirement of this project.
The specified strap was a full half-inch thick (1.3 cm), with
its business end cut into three strips--five inch tails that had
a whip-like effect. Very painful.
The kid would probably take it well on his ass, but I should
have him howling when I whipped his back with the thing. On
second thought, with his reported strength, I might not get much
sound out of him in just five to the back.
The first teasing session would precede punishment.
I had the kid lie on his back and positioned him face-up on
the big table. His arms went into sleeves anchored to the sides
of the table. I strapped him down well, using extra restraints.
I had him sweating again.
"Comfortable, boy?"
"I don't--yes, I am, sir."
"You weren't sure how to answer that, were you."
"No, sir."
"If you're asked a question like that, the answer is,
'However you want me to be. I'm in your hands.' Can you
remember that, boy?"
"Yes, thank you, sir."
It was time for some serious cock-teasing.
I slid a stabilizer ring--mounted on a steel bar--over his
penis at the base. This would keep his erection vertical, making
my job easier. Even a soft penis would be held upright.
I slicked my hands with lube and began under his balls,
ending mid way up his dick, using a light touch, allowing my
fingers to stimulate the young flesh. Kyle's cock responded with
a sudden jump. It was an old trick--stimulate the lower half of
the penis like crazy, then stop short of the head. This makes
the tip of the penis develop a ravenous craving for friction--
eventually, for contact of any kind.
I admired the beauty of Kyle's scrotum and attacked it with
short strokes of my fingertips. I had forgotten the sensitivity
of this area and relished the sudden jolts of the kid's body, and
his mighty shouts--one for each finger-stroke. Pre-cum spewed
from the rigid penis, throbbing madly now.
It was time for me to make use of the cotton swabs and
special lube designed to be non-irritating to the sensitive skin.
After all, he had a lot of cock-teasing ahead of him. Sore spots
on his dick would be counter to my purpose.
I had two lubricated swabs now, and slid them on top and
underneath his big bone. I made sure to slide thoroughly over
the spongy head with special attention to the corona--the ridge
that forms the widest part of the head--and on the main nerve
under it. The kid's moans and accelerated breaths told me my
efforts were successful. His pre-cum was a bonus. His wiggles
and frantic breathing excited me.
Kyle's legs, working against the pressure of the restraining
straps, began attempting to open and close rapidly, adding to the
charm of his squirming body--a kind of erotic dance the helpless
boy was doing, just for me. Poor kid. He was ready to burst and
we'd just begun.
As I ran the swab rapidly up and down his starving penis,
Kyle's body writhed more insistently on the table, the swaying of
his head and hips arousing, a sign of untold sexual hunger. His
face distorted in an agonized expression. Sweat poured from him.
"Uhh!" he moaned, the sound drawn out, sensuous.
That was my cue to prepare for special, libido-reducing
action. I took a new swab and lubed it generously on one end,
rubbing the underside of his dick with the swab in my other hand.
"Starting to get close, boy?" I said, taking my eyes off the
precum Kyle was emitting and looking up at him.
"Ah!" he said, nodding.
His flushed, sweat-streaked face was a pleasant sight. The
boy was *not* to come until his fifth day here. I had to prevent
orgasm now.
I jabbed his penis with the lubed cotton swab, sending it
through the tiny opening into his urethra with a sudden thrust.
"Yeeahhgh!" he screamed. Kyle's body gave a gigantic jolt,
straining the straps that held him down.
I used a rapid up and down motion with the swab, making the
cotton end jump and vibrate inside the sensitive flesh of his
penis. The kid jumped too, rising and falling to the table.
"Eeee! Ah! AH! OH!" he shouted in pain. This would make
him less horny, temporarily. I didn't expect any softening of
his cock, given the solid stiffness of the kid's erection.
It was more surprise than pain, but soon he would be
accustomed to the strange sensation of having something invade
the interior of his cock--although doing this with a cotton swab
instead of a polished object made it infinitely more painful at
first. But the stinging would soon disappear, and the swab's
movements would become pleasant, making a significant
contribution to the rebirth of Kyle's arousal.
His rock-like penis, a darker red color now, indicated
powerful excitement and a fierce need for release. It throbbed
angrily, yearning desperately for a final few strokes to end the
misery of his raging, unsatisfied need. The most pleasant sights
were the sudden movements and frustrated squirms of his well-
toned adolescent body. His breathing deepened, the breaths
audible as ragged gasps, visible in the heaving of his chest
while he sucked in and released his abdomen--rolling as an ocean
wave unnaturally held in place.
The big cock vibrated now, a stream of pre-cum the surest
sign of incredible arousal. The clear fluid flowed down his
thickened shaft, coating his tight balls with the shiny stuff.
"Ohhh, UH!" he said breathlessly.
"Get used to it, boy. You're going to get a lot of this!" I
shouted, abandoning the swab and jerking his cock loosely with my
lubricated hand. My slack grip and slow stroking would soon be
hellish to his young erection. Very soon.
"God!" he said desperately, his masculine voice squeaking.
"Sir, I'm getting close!"
It was my ass, if the kid came before the end of the fifth
day. I removed my hands from his body and blew air softly on his
compacted balls, watching his scrotum crawl seductively, as if
seeking a source of pleasure for his rampant penis.
I slid his chastity belt into place and locked it, watching the
poor young man's eyes widen with fear. The device's long dick-tube
vibrated with the distress of impossible urges.
"No! Not that--no, no--please, please, sir!"
He made the nicest sounds, squeaking and moaning for the climax
that never was.
"UH! I'd sell my soul to come right now!"
Music to my ears.
I would need to take measures to reduce the boy's arousal,
many tools at my disposal. I resolved to make him wait the full
five days. Kyle would complain bitterly when his chastity device
was reinstalled. The kid had to learn patience.
From the looks of his trembling body and the pre-cum flowing
from his swollen cock, the kid was in for a rough time. His
patience would come the hard way--after his punishment.
"Time for the strap, boy!"
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HIGH SCHOOL/COLLEGE STORIES (3)
1. * Kevin's Horny High School Days and Boy Discoveries.
Ages 12 to 17. Lots of pubescent emotion and action.
An innocent boy (Kevin, 14) finds his way through
the exciting maze of budding sexual desires in his
new school where he's always horny and boners abound.
Friends Jamie-12, Kyle-14, and Brian-16 'help' Kevin.
- Chapter 3 posted APPROX. October 28, 2006
NIFTY - High School. (New chapter coming soon)
2. Crazy for Chad. Love story. [very popular]
Chad-17, Mike-16, Kyle-15, and others.
Chad's loving care is not limited to the vintage cars
he repairs and restores.
- Chapter 18 posted APPROX. Sept. 27, 2006.
NIFTY - High School.
This story has ended but chapters will be added on demand.
3. Special Sale [on Boys' Trousers and Underwear].
** Listed as just "SPECIAL SALE." ** Dillon, a
17-year-old clothing salesboy, gives special personal
attention to High School and College students,
motivating the young customers to buy lots of clothing.
Also Kevin-14, Brian-19, Tanner-19, and others.
Ages 14 to 25.
- Chapter 4 posted APPROX. June 7, 2006
NIFTY - High School (New chapter coming soon)
CELEBRITY STORY (1)
4. * The Sexual Adventures of Superbboy.
Superbboy, 16, is portrayed as a near-normal kid,
(for realism). He uses his powers sparingly.
Ages of Main Characters: High school ages, 13-17.
The Boy from Kryppton (Mark Trent) gets a sexual
awakening after the doctor says he no longer needs to
avoid phys. ed., and can let others see him naked in
the showers. Then the adventures begin.
- Chapter 1 posted APPROX. October 4, 2006
NIFTY - Celebrity.
SCOUT/CAMPING STORY (1)
5. Scout Campout Qualifying Competitions. (Camping and
some incest. Ages 12 through 17.)
- Third post APPROX. May 2, 2006.
NIFTY - Camping; Incest (New chapter coming soon)
BROTHER STORIES (7)
6. * Hot Horny Macho Brothers. (Newest story)
Brad-17. Little bro Peter-13.
When laws change and the brothers have to
attend special sex classes, things start happening.
- Chapter 1 posted APPROX. November 7, 2006
NIFTY - Incest.
7. * Brothers' House of Many Pleasures.
Brian and little brother Damien.
Ages of Main Characters: 17 & 14.
Big brother gets horny after a mishap with
little bro. Things heat up after that.
- Chapter 1 posted APPROX. October 13, 2006
NIFTY - Incest.
8. Teasing My Hot Little Brother.
Aaron and little brother Kyle.
(Big brother gets curious; ages 17 & 15)
- Chapter 7 posted APPROX. Nov. 2, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest.
9. Eyes for My Hot Little Brother.
(Little bro grows on big bro. Ages 16 to 18.)
- Chapter 5 posted APPROX. June 29, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics (New chapter coming soon)
10. Getting to Know My Hot Big Brother.
Ages: Brad-17. Shawn-16.
(Chemistry for big and little bro.)
- Chapter 4 posted APPROX. October 27, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
11. Little Brother Wanted it Bad. **[Date corrected]**
Ages: Brian-17. Cory-15.
(Little bro wants big bro and a whole lot more.)
Some S&M content, consensual.
- Chapter 7 posted APPROX. Jan. 26, 2006;
(Sorry, previously reported in error to be 11/2/06)
NIFTY - Incest.
12. Discovering My Little Brother. (Brothers, Joshua, 17
and David, 13, start to get along real well.)
- Chapter 4 posted APPROX. July 1, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest.
MEDICAL EXAMS (COUNTED AS ADULT-YOUTH)
13. Medical Exams for Josh and his Brothers.
(Three bros get a medical checkup from a doc who
is dad's friend. Two of the bros are 'tight.')
- Chapter 3 posted APPROX. June 23, 2006
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the adult. The age gap is relatively small--usually
no more than 5 to 11 years age difference.
14. Boiz New Age School of Sexual Education.
(Ages 13 to 20 something. A new type of
all-boys High School where sex rules. Mostly students
interacting, but the teachers, all young, also get into
the act. There is also a group of non-students meeting
secretly in the basement.)
- Chapter 3 posted APPROX. June 16, 2006.
NIFTY - Adult/Youth
15. Boy Who Was Late for School.
(A tender story. Ages 24 and 13)
- Chapter 4 posted APPROX. Jan. 8, 2006.
NIFTY - Adult-Youth.
16. Finding the Boy Who Stole My Heart (Tender; Loving)
(A kind of love story. Ages 22 and 15.)
- Chapter 2 posted APPROX. May 18, 2006.
NIFTY - Adult-Youth.
DAD-SON INCEST STORY (1)
17. My Son Drives Me Crazy. (Tender and loving)
A dad struggles with his attraction to his 14 y/o son.
Email me if you'd like more on this story. I enjoyed
writing it so far. --Dennis. StoriesNew@yahoo.com
- Chapter 5 posted APPROX. Oct. 12, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest.
"NO PAIN, NO GAIN" STORIES (5)
18. Teaching My Son a Hard Lesson. (NO dad-son sex so far
--I'm still debating with myself on that subject.
Some paddling and orgasm denial. Dad teases and
spanks his 16 y/o son; both get aroused. Things
get hot when a 13 and 19 y/o take over "processing"
the 16 y/o. Ages 13 to adult.)
- Posted APPROX. March 14, 2006
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
19. Spankin High School Club Initiation.
(High school ages. Later, some college guys.
Some soccer action. Some love.)
- Posted APPROX. Dec. 4, 2005.
NIFTY - High School; Athletics.
Stopped due to lack of interest (email).
(Please note there are 2 titles with the phrase
"Spankin' High" in them. When you write, be sure
to let me know which story you read. Sorry, I
didn't think of that when I picked the titles.)
20. Howling from the Reform School Basement. [Date corrected]
(Main age group 13 to 25. According to the new laws,
students are punished as the school attempts to modify
their behavior. Sex is used often as reward, and to
permit the students to let off steam.)
Not for the squeamish, but no lasting marks, etc.
- Chapter 3 posted APPROX. June 18, 2006.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
21. Getting it Hard at Spankin' High.
(A discipline-school story; ages 13 to 19.)
- Posted APPROX. March 17, 2006.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
Stopped due to lack of interest (email).
22. Frat Initiation Hell Week. (Ages 13 to 22.
Not as grueling as first meets the eye.
Most characters are of college age. The
younger characters do some teasing, only.)
- Posted APPROX. Nov. 7, 2005.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
Stopped due to lack of interest (email).
POSTED DATES good as of November, 11, 2006, and
may be off by several days **either way.** ACTUAL
POST DATES may be LATER by the time you read this,
because new chapters of the listed stories may have
been posted since this was written.
Thank you,
Dennis Banneker
StoriesNew@yahoo.com
EASY SEARCH TIP:
While in Nifty at a list of story titles, use the keystroke,
'Control-F' in your browser and type in one key word. If you
type more than one key word, *separate them with a HYPHEN.*
Example: sexual-teasing-ordeal
Repeat the search until the story title you want appears.
Thanks,
Dennis
StoriesNew@yahoo.com