Date: Sun, 11 Jun 2006 13:09:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dennis Banneker <storiesnew@yahoo.com>
Subject: Howling from the Reform School Basement - Chapter 2
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Howling from the Reform School Basement - Chapter 2
by Dennis B.
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June 8, 2006
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HOWLING FROM THE REFORM SCHOOL BASEMENT
by Dennis Banneker
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CAST, IN AGE ORDER, (*NOT* ALL APPEARING TOGETHER IN ONE CHAPTER).
(There is no "crowd-confusion" factor here. All group scenes are
small and described for clarity.)
STUDENTS
Seth, 12 (NOTE: Boys of this age (12) are
'students-in-waiting' and NOT
Other 12-year-olds subject to any punishment.)
John, 13
Robbie, 13 (The 13-year-olds are punished
Wendell, 13 rather mildly. See. Ch. One.)
Jared, 13
Travis, 14, one of many new students, freshly arrived
Lineup of five 14-year-olds
Adam, 14 (favored student of the month)
Cory, 14 (blond), one of a pair interacting with Fred Jenning
Blaine, 14 (brunette), paired with Cory, and taller than Cory
Matthew, 14, (light brown hair, crew cut), joins Cory and Blaine
Derek Stramm, 14, to be punished
Ryan, 16
Darren, 16
Kevin Linneman, 16, assists in punishing Derek
Jeff, 16
Carl, 16
Dillon, 16
Luis, 17 a student assistant (son of Phillip Martinez)
Michael, 17, interacting with Fred Jenning and 3 other boys
Scott, 18
Oliver, 19
(The 15-year olds are in chastisement, and can't participate now.)
Others, 13 to 24, not listed.
THERE ARE OTHER, OLDER STUDENTS (over 25) NOT LISTED.
STAFF & OTHERS
Lars Feergoont, 22, an assistant
Stuart Grant, 23, an assistant
Harold Ashleter, a supervisor, 24
Phillip Martinez, lead master, 26
Fredrick Jenning, visitor, 38 **Narrator**
Ralph McMannis, Headmaster, 39
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BRIEF RECAP
[Fred Jenning--currently Vice-Principal at another, more
traditional high school, and visiting Red Valley Reform School for
the seventh time--finally gets to see some of the more serious
punishments, conducted in the old boiler room in the basement.
Fred is a hopeful for the job of Dean of Discipline at Red Valley
and begins to pick up on various pleasures during his visit.]
From some distance behind me in the huge boiler room, I heard
the unmistakable sound of a rapidly-swung wooden paddle come to
an abrupt halt against the flesh of a boy's naked buttocks.
A beautiful 17-year-old observer boy, masturbating frantically
--aroused by the potent paddle-whack--his penis carelessly aimed--
sprayed his warm, delicious-looking boy-juice on my naked chest.
The panting lad smiled his apology, attempting in vain to speak.
I spotted a couple of erect 14 year olds who I thought might
help the alluring masturbator lick off the slowly-dripping cum.
Perhaps they would be kind enough to add their own young
ejaculate to the large mass of adolescent essence.
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CHAPTER 2
I had a mind to find some way to spank the cute pair.
The sound of the paddle striking the unseen boy's buttocks
began to stir my primal instincts, causing a twitch in my groin.
I smiled, determined to see this punishment up close soon.
Quickly, I turned to the older teen boy whose semen I wore on
my chest. He was quite naked, blond, with a good slim build,
holding his school shorts in one hand. His nearly hard penis
looked to be seven inches in its present state--an impressive
display. Overall, he was beautiful, and had an athletic, potent
look about him.
The warm feel of the boy's cum excited me. The apologetic lad
needn't have worried--but was retrieving a cloth from the pocket
of his shorts and reaching for my chest. I had to stop him.
I had plans for his big load of 17-year-old semen. I knew his
age was at least 17 from the blue arm band.
"Stop!" I said, startling the lad, who quickly froze in place.
"Don't wipe that off."
I took some steps backward, away from him--to emphasize the
point--reveling in the sensuous coating on my chest. I shivered
for a moment when part of the boy's fluid slid across a nipple.
That was a first--the fluids from a stunning-looking late
adolescent boy physically stimulating me as if the stuff had a
life of its own--rubbing across my sensitive nipple as if it were
a living extension of the boy's body.
"Yes, sir," the lad said respectfully.
I took his height to be about six feet. The tall blond boy's
smile enchanted me almost as much as his body and warm
outpourings. I could see he was anxious to put his shorts back on
from the nervous way he glanced down at his penis.
The crude thwacking sound of the distant paddling shifted to
the back of my mind, though I was determined to see some of it.
"You boys!" I said, grinning at the two smiling 14-year-olds,
engaged in watching the scene between me and the cute 17-year-old.
"I wonder--are you observer boys? And are you free now?"
"Oh, yes, sir," they said, full of pubescent giddiness.
I had a feeling the youthful pair, staring at the older lad's
manhood, had guessed that I wanted them to interact with the sexy
bigger boy who still held the position I'd left him in, holding
his shorts and unused cloth awkwardly.
Sizing up the pair, I saw how cute the boys were, sexy in
their own right--and penises tenting their silky shorts. They had
tight bodies, tiny nipples, and no sign of needing to shave. The
taller boy had dark hair; his friend, blond. They appeared to be
amply endowed between their hairless legs.
The smooth skin of the two 14-year-olds seemed stretched to
its limit--their developing muscles, clearly outlined, surely
would burst free. When they bounced, as younger teens are wont to
do, their little posteriors held firm. But the lively pair's
bright eyes and fresh, impish faces drew me in.
I assumed the two were friends by the way they looked at each
other--interacting with intimate glances. Suddenly, each had his
eyes on the other's tented shorts.
"Go ahead, squeeze those boners," I said. "No, not that way--
squeeze each other." And it was charming to see the pair squirm
and giggle as they grasped their erections, glancing at each other
then toward me, with amused, sensual grins.
"What's your name, lad?" I said, turning away from the pair to
the blond, blue-eyed hunk at my side.
"Michael, sir," he said as I gazed at his arm band. "I'm
seventeen, sir."
"I'd guessed that. Would you mind if I had those two boys
join us in a little fun?" I posed it as a question, but I wasn't
going to take 'no' for an answer.
"I don't mind, sir," Michael said politely--his blush telling
me he *did* mind, and would rather not be seen associating with
such youngsters as these.
"Come on, boys," I said to the pair and took notice again of
the explosive sounds of wood striking a boy's flesh. "Do you like
watching a paddling?" The boys came closer.
"Yes," my curious entourage said.
"I think it's hot," Michael added, stuffing the cloth into his
shorts' pocket. He held the small garment stiffly.
"Yeah--we do, too," the pair said, standing with me and
Michael, declaring their interest in observing a paddling.
"Well," I said, changing the subject, "I think if Michael's
naked, you boys should be, too."
"Oh--okay," the cuties said, peeling off their shorts
hesitantly, giggling at each other and blushing.
"What are you boys embarrassed about?" I said, just as their
sole garments pulled free of their erections.
"We're boned," the shorter, blond boy said quietly, "and he's
not."
All eyes turned to Michael, his substantial cock drooping, a
sheet of cum clinging to its head and accumulating at the tip.
"I can see that. You boys sexy that way--all nice and hard.
Cute, too," I said to delighted blushes from the childish duo.
"What are your names?"
"Cory," the blond said.
"Blaine," replied the darker-haired, taller boy.
*My* name wasn't important. They all knew to call me, 'Sir.'
Just then, I remembered Ralph's suggestion that I should find my
own method of embarrassing an older boy.
"Well, now, Cory and Blaine. Don't you think Michael is a
handsome lad?"
"God, he's hot," Cory said with a wide grin.
"Cute," Blaine said nervously.
Michael squirmed, to my delight. I enjoyed seeing the mild
blush on his face.
"That's the spirit. And don't you think Michael has a big
penis?"
"A HUGE one!" Cory said, several others overhearing.
"He's hung," Blaine whispered.
The poor 17-year-old was mortified, delighting me.
"Do you boys like cum--the taste, I mean?" Then I turned to
Michael, who understood my plan instantly and blushed crimson.
"Y-yeah," Blaine said. "We both do."
"Well now I think you boys know what to do," I said, pointing
to my chest. "But first get Michael nice and hard."
The way the boys rushed over to Michael and knelt at his feet,
one might think this had been rehearsed. But I'm sure, to the
little pair, Michael was a God, and this was their chance to
torment a good-looking older boy--a rare treat, I assumed.
"Michael, that's a nice name," Cory said as he glanced toward
Blaine and grasped Michael's penis. It was charming to see Cory's
erection swell and bob as he touched Michael so intimately.
"Yeah," Blaine said, staring at the lad's organ, apparently
more interested in Michael's dick than his name.
"Ahhh!" came an erotic moan from Michael as the boys' lips
began to possess the big cock, now lengthening to erection.
As the young pair slid their lips--nicely synchronized--along
the length of the thick shaft, their tongues darted out rapidly.
The sight of the flicking bits of flesh lapping at the lad's organ
as arousing to me as the sensations were to Michael, I was sure.
"Come on my chest," I said to them, interrupting their fun.
Michael had achieved rock hardness. The two boys stood.
The alluring 17-year-old exhaled his distress, yet this was
only the beginning. At the moment, he need merely watch.
"Way up there?" the little pair said, staring at my chest.
"I see the problem," I said, grinning at Cory and Blaine,
suddenly aware of the great distance between their cocks and my
pectorals.
The two 14-year-olds giggled, looking up at me expectantly.
I thought of finding a stepstool or a box for the boys to
stand on. But then I found a chair.
"Move out of the walkway," I said, leading the trio just off
the active path.
"Yes, sir," the boys said, enchanting me with the diligent way
they held their erections, ready to carry out my instructions.
I sat down for them, minimizing the distance from their
enticing groins to my chest--enjoying the two tiny patches of
pubic hair, indicating their sexual experiences had just begun--
that magical age when anything sexual is overwhelmingly intense.
"Um . . . I'm not sure--" Blaine said, his face fully flushed.
"He means our AIM," Cory said, his boyish expression charming
me to my toes.
"Oh, yes. Just stand very close to me and you won't have a
problem hitting the target."
As the boys moved forward, a crowd began to gather. Most of
the onlookers seemed to be observer boys, 14 to 19 years old.
Later, I would come to find out that there were many more
observer boys than lads to be punished, and that some of the
punishments were set up as carnival booth games--providing the
ultimate in entertainment for the observers, who had worked hard
to achieve the high status that qualified them for the reward of
observing.
I had Michael stand to my right; the two frantic 14-year-olds
directly in front of me.
Aroused by the urgent way they stroked themselves, I watched
the pair of masturbating boys, the developing blushes on their
faces and smooth chests, their flailing fists sporadically
knocking into each other. Knowing their craving for release had
been building for some time added to my arousal and carnal
interest in the horny pair. They stared at Michael while
masturbating at a frenzied rate.
The pair's erotic discourse fascinated me.
"Ah!"
"Oh, yeah."
"He's hot," Blaine said, his breathless tone itself stirring.
"You're hot," Cory said, looking over cutely to Michael. When
the big lad failed to respond, I had a daring idea.
I took Michael's balls in hand.
"You haven't answered the boy," I said, smiling at Michael--
his eyes wide in panic, trying to find a way to protect his
precious organs against the implied squeezing. He didn't know I
wasn't permitted to cause any real pain while visiting these
basement punishment rituals. Elsewhere in the building, I had
more liberties.
The unseen paddler chose this moment to place another
resounding whack on the recipient's unfortunate posterior.
Michael jumped at the ghastly explosion. I enjoyed the
ghastly scream.
I wondered why the swats of the paddle were so infrequent.
"Sorry, sir," Michael said quickly. Turning his gaze to the
panting boys stroking and aiming their little dicks at my chest,
he added, "Thanks, kid. I guess . . . you guys are hot, too."
Paying a compliment to the young pair embarrassed Michael. I
released his scrotum.
"Michael, get behind me and watch the boys more closely."
"Awwwrhhh!" "YAHHHHHHHHH!" assaulted my ears, just as my eyes
focused on the boys' blurred cocks.
Blaine and Cory were shooting their loads, bending acutely to
compensate for their high erection angles--stiff as the hot little
things were--splashing most of their young seed on my welcoming
chest. I reveled in the sensuous sight of two thin, forceful
pubescent streams.
My penis throbbed each time one of the their hot liquid jets
struck me--an incomparable sensation enhanced by the sounds of
dual spurts of cum splattering against my skin.
"Good job!" I said, encouraging the anxious pair, who were not
yet done.
But in their animated pubescent wriggling, some of their
ejaculate flew over my shoulder, striking the tall adolescent in
the face, I would find out momentarily.
The breathless boys wound down, their semen-coated hands
charmingly on my knees for support--as they smiled and giggled at
each other, a phenomenon I enjoyed. Eventually they looked up at
me. Michael came out from behind, wiping cum from his face.
It was time for Michael and the two boys to put on a more
public show. I guessed this would delight Cory and Blaine, but
have a humiliating effect on Michael. I turned to my two willing
assistants.
"Won't it be fun for all of you to lick off your cum, mixed
with Michael's?"
The boys weren't fazed by this question, ready for anything.
"Yeah!" was their animated response.
Michael, however, did not seem pleased.
"Let's go watch the paddling. It'll be more fun for you to do
it there."
Blushing profusely, Michael bit his lip, clearly uncomfortable
with the scene I'd suggested, and embarrassed at having to walk
naked amidst the crowd in the hot room. It took only a minute to
arrive at the paddling scene.
"All right boys," I said loudly for the benefit of those
walking about, "it's time to satisfy your thirst for cum. Lick it
all up." I stared at Michael, who reluctantly joined in.
My first response to three tongues lapping at my chest was a
tickling sensation, which I quickly controlled. As I watched the
three lads, I became fascinated with their individual responses.
Cory and Blaine moaned appreciatively, enjoying themselves.
Michael grunted in resentment. I nearly came with the sight of
three semen-coated tongues.
The best part--besides the incredible sensations on my chest
and knowing they were licking up each other's cum--was the
embarrassed reaction of all three whenever they bumped noses.
Michael merely blushed, while the two 14-year-olds giggled at
each other, eyeing Michael with a boyish sense of expectation.
I had one more idea to cement my scene of embarrassment for
Michael.
"All right. I want you all to kiss each other."
As I'd guessed, Cory and Blaine each hastened to kiss Michael
before attempting to kiss each other--all of which aroused me, and
attracted even more of the crowd's attention--their murmuring
adding to the satisfaction I felt.
I had succeeded in embarrassing Michael, and had him use his
cloth to dry my chest while I looked around the area.
As I surveyed the scene around the paddled boy, I was
surprised that it looked more like a game than a punishment.
The apparent victim in this punishment booth was a striking
13-year-old--a sturdy-looking boy, about 5 foot 3 inches tall,
chestnut-brown hair, deep brown eyes, naked of course, with an
erection that had to be the result of the virility drug, as the
boy was quite frightened. Even with his face contorted in fear, I
could appreciate his fine features.
I studied the scene on the little platform between the
observers and the boy to be punished. An observer boy stepped up
to a marked spot on the floor.
The man in charge of this booth gave the boy three balls the
size of large oranges to throw. Ten feet straight ahead on the
floor was a raised wooden base with three holes in it, designed to
catch and hold the balls.
The whole setup was sloped in different directions, making it
difficult to land a ball in any of the holes.
As we continued to watch, the lad currently tossing missed
with the first two balls, but landed the third one in a hole.
THIS became the time to paddle the poor naked boy, who was
presently held down, bent over a vaulting horse by two strapping
young men, around 18 years old.
Watching the fierce paddle-stroke was the contestant's prize.
The man running the show wound up, the enormous paddle resting
on his shoulder, and swung mightily at the enticing 13-year-old.
Of course, paddling was one of the milder punishments meted out at
Red Valley.
But the sound was anything but mild.
CCRAAAAACCCKK!
"Yeowwwwwwwwwwwww! AHH! OW! OW!"
It was rather charming to see the boy's face and body flush
with color, and hear him scream while his little body wriggled
about.
I wondered if they had bonus whacks--and why the boy's offense
was not clearly posted.
Michael, half hard and entranced with this, paid no attention
while I gave instructions to Blaine and Cory to take turns sucking
the tip of Michael's penis until he had a good strong erection.
The young duo seemed more than willing.
"Geez! Oh, God," Michael shouted in surprise when Cory's
mouth engulfed the lad's cockhead.
Of course, Michael's shout attracted the attention of more
onlookers.
The setup at the next booth intrigued me, but I had an idea of
how we would get there. Clumsy as it was, while the boys took
turns sucking the blushing lad's cock, I had them walk backwards,
keeping a mouth on Michael's erection at all times while the
mortified lad walked with me to the booth.
Here was a more curious arrangement. A thin wall with a large
hole was the background, and the crowd of onlookers faced this.
Through the hole was a boy's head, his face tight, teeth gritted,
mouth wide, as if in dreadful anticipation. Obviously he was the
punishee, or, victim.
The boy looked to be 16 years old--difficult to assess since
only his head was visible. But the situation reminded me of a
clown about to get a pie thrown comically in his face--not a
proper image for a punishment scene.
"They look red and swollen," I heard someone say.
This did not fit the view before me--until I saw there was a
second, smaller hole. More precisely, I saw the victim's scrotum,
indeed red, its contents apparently unduly enlarged, sticking
through the hole.
I understood only partially, but looked on, as at a bizarre
carnival, while the man in charge gave a boy--obviously ready to
try his luck at the game--three ordinary marbles. He looked to be
about 14 years old.
In front of the boy was a greatly slanted wooden plank, about
20 by 30 inches, in which were drilled many holes designed to
grasp the marbles. The tilt of the board would make it difficult
for any of the marbles to hold fast. The boy tossed the little
glass spheres, but none held.
The 14-year-old contestant had lost the game, and had to strip
off as a consequence. He was required to leave his shorts behind,
forcing him to continue his observances stark naked. These were
school-issued shorts, and were re-issued liberally as needed--name
tags were never sewn into these garments.
No description would be adequate to depict the boy's shocked
expression as he disrobed and handed over his clothing, not to
mention the youth's extreme blush as he departed the booth--his
uncovered erection anxiously leading the way.
I spoke to the naked 14-year-old and arranged to have him join
my little entourage.
Cory and Blaine, getting up from their pleasuring of Michael's
penis, greeted him enthusiastically, rubbing his sore butt--more
for fun than for relief of the lad's pain.
The unlucky contestant-boy, whose name was Matthew, became
self-conscious as his penis hardened and bounced in response to
the boys' erotic rubbing. As the naked trio conversed, it was
clear that Matthew had been envious of the pair's attentions to
Michael.
"It's all right," I said to the new boy, "just find something
to lick."
By this time, Cory and Blaine had caught on that my intent was
to embarrass Michael, and they found all sorts of titillating
things to do to the poor 17-year-old, and the trio of younger boys
found something to lick, indeed.
"Ah! A WINNER! Just one marble, but a winner, nonetheless,"
I heard the man in charge say, to the delight of the new boy-
contestant who stood grinning. When the man picked up a short
strap and approached the wall, I finally understood.
He took aim at the poor 16-year-old's exposed scrotum.
SSNAAAAAPPP! The very tip of the strap struck the boy's balls
with amazing accuracy.
"WRRAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" screamed the unfortunate lad at
the top of his lungs--his face scarlet, mouth wide open as the
deafening sound poured out of the boy.
It looked to be a soft strap, but I'm sure the lad felt
excruciating pain in his tender organs.
Apparently the boy's punishment had been completed with that
stroke, and his suffering was over. He was removed from behind
the wall.
"All right," the boss man said, "who's next on the list." I
assumed he referred to a list of boys scheduled for punishment in
this apparatus.
Cory stretched suddenly--his raised arms attracting the man's
attention.
"Don't just stand there boy," he said to Cory. "Get through
that door and behind the wall. Someone will assist you. Hurry--
no time to waste!" The man then turned to the crowd. "As you can
see, he's a fine looking lad. And rather excited, I would say."
Matthew chose this moment to leave us. He seemed upset about
Cory's fate. Perhaps I could find him later.
The onlookers applauded, having had a good look at Cory's
facial beauty and sensuous erection--not fully grown, but an
impressive size for a boy of fourteen.
"But, sir, I--"
Cory's speech was cut short as an assistant ushered the
frightened boy through the little door.
I was astounded that a lad, not on any punishment list, could
be inducted into this procedure.
I could hear Cory's muffled voice, "Sir! Sir! Help me!"
Now I was sorry I had not told the boys my name. I was sure
he was shouting for my help, but there wasn't much I could do
about it. As a visitor, I had no authority at the school, and any
meddling on my part would simply cause a great fuss.
Besides, I remember Ralph saying he occasionally punished the
wrong boy and excused his error by thinking that many students
missed out on punishments because they broke rules and were never
detected, adding that all the students got punished sooner or
later, so the mistake really didn't matter.
A dark-haired, horny looking boy around Michael's size and age
walked up to be the next contestant. This studly adolescent
approached the booth boldly with his shorts well-tented as he eyed
Cory lasciviously. The handsome lad swung his arm gently, and the
marbles drifted gracefully to the board.
"A WINNER! Two marbles. Well done, lad!"
"No, please," came a thin muffled voice.
But the piercing scream was quite hearty and full-bodied after
the strap hit 14-year-old Cory in the balls.
Cory's face was at first frozen in fear, his pretty eyes shut
tightly--the long eyelashes bunched together--teeth clenched,
mouth widened--anticipating the pain. I noticed a tremble.
Twice we heard the awful smack and desperate, howling scream,
bowing our heads reverently as we all realized it was our little
Cory who had to suffer for the crowd's entertainment.
At the first stroke of the feared strap, Cory's head snapped
upward as his chin dropped, making a cavernous opening for the
great volume of sound the boy emitted. Blush and sweat dominated
the beautiful lad's pained face, while his agonized voice occupied
our auditory senses. I felt a pleasant pulsation in my groin.
I had plans to pleasure Cory, as well as Blaine.
I intervened as the handsome, dark-haired contestant left the
ball-smacking punishment booth.
I discreetly explained my plan to the late adolescent--who
indeed was 18, and he readily agreed to join us, telling me his
name was Zachary.
This was not lost on Cory, as his anguished face brightened at
the sight of the new, good-looking 18-year-old. And from the lewd
way Zach appraised Cory, his desire for the boy became palpable.
The blond 14-year-old was in for a wild time. Evidently, Zachary
found no shame in cavorting with younger boys. Here was instant
erotic chemistry.
Zach wisely apologized to Cory, carefully rubbing the boy's
balls. Blaine merely grinned, knowing he had Michael to himself,
seeing that Cory and Zach would pair up.
Now, there were two older teens and two younger. Each pair
had a blond and a brunette, one older, one younger. I smiled with
sensual satisfaction at this.
After joining Zach in comforting Cory, who said that a man had
iced his balls and helped him to feel better, I led the four boys
toward the area where the four, ostensibly-straight 16-year-olds
had their unique up and down testicular torture.
As we began walking, a startling scream came from the ball-
slapping booth, and I turned to see the fierce suffering on the
face of a handsome 16-year-old. Immediately my cock stirred. I
wanted to have *this* boy, too, but there would be other visits to
Red Valley.
As we approached the area where the four 16-year-olds had been
thoroughly agonized earlier, I became greatly aroused at the
thought of Ryan, whose beauty had impressed me.
When I realized that Zach was still dressed, I stopped and had
him disrobe. This boy, though he blushed at his public nudity,
seemed proud of his body and stripped off readily, eyeing Michael,
who raised his eyebrows either in surprise or vague approval.
While it was clear that Blaine had claimed Michael, Zach and
Michael had been bonding well, I thought, and their conversation
became animated.
It was clumsy for each of the four--attempting to walk while
staring at three other penises--such was their youthful curiosity
and testament to their established, same-sex desires. All four
were blatantly near erection. Red faces abounded.
I finally caught up with Phillip, and found Stuart, immersed
as ever in the treatment of the four, arguably straight boys.
Phillip graciously welcomed me back to his area.
"This is Adam--our GOOD boy," Phillip said with a smile,
gently stroking the cute lad's erection.
"Good boy?"
"Yes--like the student of the month, you know? Adam's
fourteen," Phillip said, releasing the boy's penis and kissing him
on the forehead.
"I see," I muttered, grinning at the cute lad. Adam was a
model of young-teen desirability. His captivating facial features
were a flashing neon sign, saying, 'I'm hot. I'm horny. Take me.'
"Do you like it here?" I asked Adam, going to my knees and
sucking his enticing, five-inch erection before he had a chance to
answer.
"Y-yes, sir. It's good here. As long as you obey. That, uh!
oh! f-feels very good, s-sir," the boy said, beginning to tremble.
"I wish I could keep going," I whispered regretfully, suddenly
startled by a commotion behind me. A 19-year-old was being
flogged, and his loud shrieks filled the room for a few moments.
"Hey!" Phillip said, suddenly turning his attention to Ryan,
who was now sporting a very red back and butt from Luis's strap.
"Oh!" Ryan said, startled.
"Get your sorry, not-so-straight ass over here, and start
acting like you think boys are sexy!" Phillip had a way with
words, and they had their immediate effect on Ryan.
I wondered how the lad's balls were feeling.
Of course, the virility drug was still in full force--Ryan's
manly-looking cock unnaturally large and stiff from the popular
chemical. The lad's organ approached eight inches, I thought, and
curved slightly upward, a powerful-looking pink head at the tip--
the whole penis bouncing nicely.
Not to incur more punishment, the 16-year-old was already
approaching Adam, trying to adjust his chastity belt as he walked
--the plastic tube of the thing pointing up and waving in the air
caused the boy much embarrassment, judging by his reddened face.
Ryan's limping gait told of lingering testicular pain.
I heard Phillip tell Adam that he had permission to come. I
thought Adam was cute, but his beauty multiplied when he smiled in
response to Phillip's welcome words. Phillip turned to Ryan.
"Suck him! Lick him!" Phillip ranted at the frightened Ryan.
"Tell him he's cute and you can't resist him. Suck his balls and
the rest of him too."
"Yes, sir!" Ryan shouted, trembling while trying to maintain a
brave image.
"This boy shoots a good load," Phillip continued, "and I wanna
see his good-tasting fourteen-year-old fresh hot cum dripping from
your MOUTH when he does! And you're gonna swallow it, boy! Any
complaints, you'll get a ball-paddling that'll keep you screaming
all night and make a girl out of you."
"No problem, SIR!" Ryan said, having difficulty concealing his
fear--his artificially inflated penis making it appear as if he
craved Adam with unbridled desire.
Sixteen-year-old Ryan dropped to his knees.
"His name's Adam," Phillip said to Ryan, grinning in lewd
anticipation of a good show from the 14-year-old and the kneeling
16-year-old.
"Um--thank you, sir," Ryan said, appearing somewhat aloof.
"Let's GO, Ryan!" Phillip continued, unnerving the lad. "Say
hello to Adam and tell the kid how fucking good-looking he is!"
No matter how loudly and commandingly Phillip spoke, there was
a strong streak of good nature that could not be concealed. This,
thankfully, did not lessen the harshness of Phillip's punishments.
"Hello, Adam," Ryan said tensely, his eyes darting between
Adam's five-inch erection and face. "I, um . . . think you're way
hot-looking, man."
"And no TEETH!" Phillip shouted, reminding Ryan of what he
needed to do.
After wincing in revulsion, Ryan seemed frozen in place. I
imagined it was hard enough for a strapping 16-year-old to give a
public blow job, but for a straight boy to do it, in the large
room full of students no less, had to be very difficult.
'So much the better,' I thought.
"Maybe you need a little help," Phillip said, his face all
business. He stepped over to the nervous boy, removing his
chastity belt.
"Oh, God--thank you, sir," Ryan said with great relief.
"We need a WATER BOY here," Phillip shouted loudly. He
needn't have. Seth, the water boy with the stiff red boner, was
at hand and rushed to the scene. He had been watching and playing
with his dick the whole time. "You know what to do, boy," Phillip
said softly to the aroused 12-year-old.
Without hesitation, Seth slid his boyish lips eagerly over
Ryan's excited organ. His little mouth pumped the throbbing
penis--the boy sucking the good-looking 16-year-old like a
starving man who couldn't get enough.
"Ahhh! Ah, yeah!" Ryan said, drinking in the pleasures the
water boy was only too glad to supply.
"That's enough!" Phillip said, hastily yanking the diminutive
boy away from Ryan. Poor Seth was frightened. "Didn't mean to
scare you, boy," Phillip added apologetically.
"Damn," I said to Stuart, who had no reply.
Ryan clutched his scrotum, bending over in added pain. The
virility drug's effect had accelerated the onset of blue balls,
occasioned by Seth's skillful but incomplete blow job.
Adam stepped up, knowing his part.
"Let's GO, Ryan!" Phillip shouted. "Make like he's the
sexiest thing you know!" he added, referring to Adam. "When
you're finished with him, you can have some more mouths on your
cock."
"Yes, sir." It was cute how Ryan suddenly looked up at the
boy, his face blushing curiously. Was Ryan merely shy, or was a
primitive, deep-seated attraction blooming? I suspected all boys
had an attraction to another boy's beauty--especially when that
boy had a raging erection, as Adam did.
"When you talk to Adam," Phillip said to Ryan, "I wanna get
the feeling you're fucking DROOLING over this kid!" Phillip
stroked Ryan's slick cock a few times for emphasis. This animated
Ryan, who knelt again, attending to the beautiful 14-year-old.
"You're cute," Ryan continued unconvincingly, obviously having
difficulty mouthing this dialogue. To his credit, he did his best
to look directly into Adam's eyes. "Makes me wanna . . . do stuff
to ya."
Ryan leaned over, face reddening to a fierce blush--his hands
shaking, mouth getting closer to Adam's impressive appendage.
I felt a throb throughout my body, realizing this was a
straight boy, presumably about to suck a dick for the first time--
a dick attached to an angelic-looking 14-year-old.
From the distasteful look on Ryan's face, I had little doubt
this was his first time attempting anything like this. I thought
I saw the teenager gag as the tip of Adam's penis entered his
mouth.
"Don't just suck him!" Phillip said, his flogger at the ready
--the sudden outburst causing Ryan to jump. "Stand up. Kiss him
first!"
Heads turned and punishments began to cease.
The 14-year-old's beautiful penis--young, pink, and very hard
--flowed with pre-cum and throbbed magnificently. Adam's nicely
circumcised organ was the most perfectly shaped and proportioned
specimen of boyhood I'd ever seen. It bounced rhythmically in
eager anticipation.
Adam stared longingly in awe of the sturdy 16-year-old. His
eyes drifted to Ryan's raised, reddened welts, visible from the
side--his expression one of sympathy for the older teen. The
effects of the strapping extended to Ryan's ribs. I thought the
marks were erotic.
Ryan stood frozen, dumbfounded, glancing over at his three
buddies and blushing purple--his eyes pleading with Phillip that
he not be made to kiss the boy. Those same eyes flinched at the
sight of Phillip's flogger. The embarrassed 16-year-old trembled
and knew he dare not speak. His three friends looked on,
obviously ready to mock him.
The room fell silent. Everyone was watching.
"Oh, God," Ryan said quietly, exhaling with tension, neck
pulsating with his embarrassment.
Phillip became calm for some reason, and whispered some
instructions to Ryan.
The frightened lad nodded his head in quick jerks--nervous and
not wanting to taste any more pain. When Phillip left Ryan, the
boy's face had become crimson.
Ryan looked remarkably awkward as he put his arms around Adam
and began to speak tenderly to the 14-year-old.
Slowly, Ryan manipulated Adam into a slight backbend, and
moved in to kiss the boy. When their lips touched, groans of
appreciation filled the crowded room--along with taunting hoots
from Ryan's three friends, who quickly shouted in anguish as the
cane was applied to their backsides for their outburst.
The sudden sounds surprised Ryan, who lifted his head in
stunned response. He had been the cause of his friends' painful
caning.
"No," Adam whispered, fearful for Ryan's fate, "don't look
there--he'll whip you."
This caused Ryan promptly to resume kissing the boy.
"Kiss him BACK, Adam. Give him some tongue!" Phillip said.
At this, Ryan slowly shook his head, appalled at the idea of a
boy's tongue entering his mouth, but enter it did.
I watched as Ryan made retching noises, his body heaving
--rebelling against the forbidden sensual link with Adam. It was
all very alluring.
WHHIIPPPPPP! came the explosive sound of the flogger on Ryan's
buttocks. The lad let out a delicious scream as he fell to his
knees in pain. One of the thongs of the flogger had wrapped
underneath Ryan and struck his unprotected scrotum.
"You're not catching on very well!" Phillip shouted to the
appalled, red-faced 16-year-old.
"I'm sorry. I'm SORRY," Ryan said pleadingly, still on his
knees, rubbing his scrotum protectively, trying his best to please
Phillip and suppress his facial contortions.
Ryan rose and resumed his kiss. This time, he stood fully
upright and held the boy close. Quickly, Adam melted with Ryan's
romantic attentions.
The younger boy moaned, his body flushed, and he began to
squirm in response to Ryan--Adam's arms hugging the sensual
teenager as his smaller penis throbbed in youthful sexual
response.
Something changed when Adam's erection poked into Ryan's
penis. Ryan groaned and held Adam more tightly. The 16-year-old
jerked and began to squirm in response to Adam's overheated body
pressing against him.
Adam suddenly gave out a loud moan, and it was clear that Ryan
had given his tongue to the boy.
"Oh!" Ryan said, dropping to his knees again, this time, out
of sheer humiliation at what he'd done. Yet, I thought I detected
a hint of desire on Ryan's part.
"Good timing, boy," Phillip said to Ryan. "Suck that dick."
The room became silent as Ryan made love to Adam's steel-hard
penis--the boy writhing with the intense feelings Ryan was giving
him, and Ryan himself seemed intent on pleasuring the boy. My
cock jerked wildly as I watched Ryan's cute, unpracticed lips
slide up and down Adam's beautiful little cock.
"AH! I'm gonna come!" Adam shouted.
Ryan's eyes flew open.
"Don't stop, Ryan," Phillip said soothingly, "Just nod."
When Ryan nodded, Adam squeaked and shouted the pleasure of
his pubescent climax, and I watched in erotic awe as Ryan's throat
rose and fell--the lad obviously swallowing the boy's nectar.
"Look at his pre-cum," Phillip said softly, prompting me to
see gentle gushes of clear fluid flow from Ryan's impressive
erection.
Scott--a beautiful, dark-haired 18-year-old--knew what was
about to happen next. He made his way anxiously to the scene, his
mouth in a subtle, sensuous smile.
"He gets fucked, now," Phillip said, staring at Ryan, whose
mouth dripped with Adam's semen.
"God, no!" Ryan said, his voice barely audible over the cheers
of the crowd, his face screwed up in disgust and fear as Adam
enjoyed licking his cum from the embarrassed boy's lips.
"Don't worry, Ryan," Phillip said slyly. "You get a choice.
Who will put their nice cock up your ass first? Scott, here, with
a nice eight inches? Or this water boy?" Phillip had grabbed
Seth's shoulders.
"Please, sir," Ryan said, his humiliation from sucking off
young Adam still apparent on his face--but the anticipated fear
and embarrassment of being penetrated for the first time began to
further enhance the lad's coloring.
"Maybe you want ADAM to do it, instead. We can fix him so
he's hard again," Phillip said, smiling at Ryan.
A few moments later, from out of the crowd, an assistant
appeared carrying a hypodermic needle. I presumed this was a
virility shot for Adam--should Ryan choose him.
"Oh, sir!" Ryan said in anguish, his voice cracking.
"Come on--choose!" Phillip replied. "Who's gonna fuck that
straight virgin ass of yours first?"
"I--uh . . . Adam, I guess," Ryan said on the verge of tears,
his blush deepening.
"NO!" Adam shouted in complaint, just as an assistant grabbed
his arms from behind.
"Why is Adam protesting?" I said quietly to Phillip.
"This isn't the virility shot he's gonna get. It's an instant
boner injection. Gotta give the needle right in the dick."
"Shit!"
"Yeah--the boys hate it."
"Awwwwggghhhhhh!" Adam screamed as the long needle plunged
into the head of his young cock. There was a strange sensuality,
even to this. Seconds later, Adam was fine.
"Hurts like hell," Phillip said. "But he'll be smiling in a
minute."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. The stuff's potent, man. Blood will flow into his
dick so fast, his hardon will be bigger than normal."
I remembered hearing about such a drug, used in extreme cases
of impotence--so I knew this was no mysterious potion.
Phillip was right. Soon I was watching a very happy Adam
stare in admiration at his newly-formed erection, which stood up
proudly at what seemed to be six inches instead of his usual five.
"Amazing," I said.
"It might get longer than that," Phillip said.
"Incredible!"
"We're making it scary for Ryan, but we don't want these boys
to think anal penetration is punishment. We want them getting
into the pleasure and willingly fucked as soon as possible. If
they think it's punishment, they might never enjoy a good fuck.
So I'll keep the pain way down. For now."
As Adam touched his penis, it began to widen as well. With
his temporarily enlarged cock, 14-year-old Adam looked like a
horny 16-year-old--the size of his penis lending maturity.
"Over here," Phillip said to Ryan, pointing to a spot with two
handles fastened to the floor.
Minutes later--wrists tied to the handles, feet wide apart and
fastened to a spreader bar--Ryan squirmed uncomfortably. His
cute, tight ass made a tempting target.
"Oh, God," he said quietly.
"I think before he gets Adam's dick, we better break him in
with the water boy."
I recognized the water boy as Seth.
"No, please," Ryan said in weak protest, then fell silent.
The water boy, lube in hand, had himself and Ryan's virgin
hole lubricated in seconds.
"Shove it in boy," Phillip said, unconcerned because of the
small size of Seth's erection.
"Ohhh!" Ryan said, gasping, as Seth's little cock impaled him
all at once. Seth needed no prompting to begin thrusting.
"You can come," Phillip said to the red-faced water boy, who
was not accustomed to fucking anyone, much less an older lad--yet
he pounded his hips into Ryan's buttocks like an experienced lad.
"Ah, YEAH!" the little one exclaimed.
"SHIT!" Ryan was mortified, but obviously not in pain.
"On second thought," Phillip said, "hold off. Don't come."
But it was too late. Seth began bucking and screaming. It
was obvious his orgasm hit with a blast.
"It's okay, boy. Enjoy yourself," Phillip said, amused.
"Can Seth shoot?" I asked Phillip.
"Yeah, he's one of the lucky twelve-year-olds."
"Wonderful." I imagined myself in bed with Seth, Michael, and
Adam, enjoying the four-way sex in fantasy.
It had taken about 12 seconds for Seth to come--one second for
each year of his life, I thought.
Ryan--panting, his body a pleasant scarlet--didn't know what
hit him. He groaned in mortified complaint and remained in the
odd posture--hands fastened to the floor, feet apart with a
spreader-bar, ass sticking up invitingly.
"See?" Phillip said, standing beside Ryan's raised rear-end,
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Phillip fingered the lad's hole,
wet with Seth's semen. "A little cum squirted in you will never
hurt you, boy. Might do you some good!"
Ryan moaned unintelligibly.
I begin to consider the situation. Adam will need to work
extra-hard to come now, since his hardon injection had no sex-
drive enhancers. This could be an interesting experience.
"Come on Adam, your turn," Phillip said. "Do you like sloppy
seconds?"
"Yeah, I LOVE cum in there when I fuck," the happy 14-year-old
said, blushing at his own boldness.
"Well, let's see what you can do to Ryan's hot ass. Go to the
other end of him. Show him your nice, swollen dick first. Let
him suck it--you know he wants to do that to you."
Ryan squirmed, gravely uncomfortable. Much more so when he
saw the new size of the 14-year-old boy's cock.
Adam got his penis down to Ryan's mouth level and was
surprised when the sexy older teen relented, opening his mouth
without hesitation.
"OH, YEAH!" Adam shouted enthusiastically, his sexual desires
suddenly reawakened.
"Okay, Adam," Phillip commanded, "get ready to do his ass."
"Fuck him. Fuck him," the eager crowd chanted.
Adam blushed cutely--hands on Ryan's welted cheeks--apparently
unsure of something.
"Ah! That stuff made me so stiff," the boy said, staring down
at his erection. "How do I--?" the hesitant boy said.
"God boy," Phillip said encouragingly, "Go in easy, kid. Make
love to his happy butt."
"Okay," Adam said, trembling with youthful desire.
"We won't count the water boy's little dick. Take Ryan's
virginity, Adam!" Phillip was quite aroused as he spoke. "TALK
to him."
"Uhhhhhhh," Adam moaned, his cock having made a shallow
initial entry. "H-how does it feel?" he asked Ryan.
"Feels fuckin great, kid," Ryan said sarcastically.
"Wow, cool!" Adam replied, unaware of Ryan's insincerity.
"I'll go slow so I don't hurt ya."
Extremely arousing is the only way to describe Adam's charming
naïve speech and the tremendous tenderness of his efforts to
penetrate the older teen painlessly.
While Ryan made low, guttural complaints, Adam voiced his
pleasure.
"Ah, fuck, fuck," the little lad said excitedly, his body
erotically flushed. Now Adam had to apply himself diligently to
attain his orgasm, having come minutes before.
The task of deflowering Ryan became more demanding as it
progressed. Red circles of blush darkened on the boy's cheeks and
chest as he picked up the pace, pounding his desperate penis into
his reluctant partner.
The entire spectacle was beyond sensual--the charms of the
beautiful 14-year-old as he pounded his hips, slamming his
enhanced cock into the older teen; Ryan's body jolting forward
with each impact Adam made--making the older lad appear quite
submissive, his bigger body oscillating in time with his eager
partner's youthful, insistent thrusting.
And Adam came with a giant scream. His impossibly hard,
urgent thrusts causing Ryan to moan with each impact.
At one point, Ryan quietly uttered, "Oh--fuck, no," as Adam
curiously finished shooting his young seed with just the tip of
his cock inserted into the tall 16-year-old. This gave all of us
an erotic view--we could clearly see the pulsations at the base of
Adam's dick, informing us of the exact moments the boy's semen
shot into his bigger partner.
As Adam finished, he collapsed on top of Ryan, panting
furiously and pushing his cock full length again into the lad.
Ryan gave a long moan in response, from pain or pleasure I
could not tell. I suspected the lad enjoyed it toward the end.
"You've had too much pleasure, boy," Phillip said to a very
\stressed Ryan. "Gotta balance that out with some pain here."
The crowd reacted. "Flog him! Flog him!"
"Okay," Phillip said, grinning widely at the audience. "I'll
\tell you what. Twenty strokes if he says he's straight. Ten if
he doesn't. RYAN--are you still straight with your ass full of
boy-cum?"
"No, sir!" Ryan shouted vigorously.
"Okay. Good boy. You'll get your chance to prove that later,
when Scott fucks your hot little ass!"
I could only imagine what Ryan was thinking.
"ONE!" Phillip said as the first splat of the flogger's many
straps lashed energetically across Ryan's back.
"Yeeeaaaagghhhhhhhhrrrghh!"
Until that moment, I had never seen a boy squirm and writhe so
vigorously as Ryan responding to the vicious flogger.
"TWO!" Phillip said, the harsher stroke of the instrument
hitting the same general area as before.
Ryan gave a monumental, anguished scream, his agony apparent.
Phillip flogged the boy slowly with increasingly more forceful
strokes, working down the teen's back--the screams less anguished
when Phillip reached his buttocks. But they became feverishly
louder when Phillip whipped the backs of the lad's thighs for a
rousing finale.
Phillip called for two water boys and two assistant boys to
wash Ryan down and attend to him.
"You have lots more fun to go, boy--but later," he told Ryan.
"We'll give you a break now--put you in chains on the display
stage and let everyone get a good look at you." Turning to the
water boys he said, "Make sure he gets a good oiling, a nutrient
bar, and lots of water, or else you'll get the next flogging. And
rub his muscles good so he doesn't cramp on the stage!"
"Uhhh," Ryan said, blushing profusely as the boys gently
washed him down.
"I guess it's intermission time," I said, admiring my four
boys. "I think I'd like to see Zach fuck Cory."
The sexed-up 18-year-old had been licking Cory's ear and
nudging his erect cock against the cute blond boy, making a thin
sheet of pre-cum on his hip.
"Oh, God, YES! Thank you sir!" Zach said, thrilled with my
sudden proclamation. He furtively slid his finger on Cory's hip,
through his copious pre-cum, and shared it with Cory, repeating
the process for his own tasting.
As I led the entourage of four to a respite room, I shivered
in anticipation of the glorious scene about to unfold--handsome,
studly Zachary impaling Cory with all his adolescent strength and
desire. Perhaps I could have Brent suck me off while Michael
plowed Brent's cute little butt. Of course, I wanted to work some
pain into the scene as well.
"I'll think of something for YOUR pleasure, too, Michael," I
said, deliberately withholding my idea. "But you older boys will
have to take a good paddling for the privilege."
"Yes, sir!"
Once in a respite room--a place for me to have some fun with
the boys--anything was permissible, the infliction of pain
included.
I had a penchant for blonds, so I decided Michael had to go
first.
I was about to announce this, when a slightly built and quite
cute blond boy of 16 boldly opened the door, a forbidden act
because these rooms were for staff only. Behind the little blond
was a nicely built boy of 19--sporting the most enormous tent in
his shorts. Surely, the 19-year-old was unusually well-endowed.
These boys wore their ages on their shirts, front and back,
indicating they were in what is called 'free mode'--special times
when boys could select each other for sexual amusement. Today,
the signs were pale blue in color, meaning the younger boy got to
do the choosing.
So, blondie liked 'em big, I thought.
"Oh, please sir," the blond boy said, doing the right thing by
walking in, once discovered, his friend following, "Please don't
report us."
Cory stood beside me, but a room divider made him all but
invisible to our unexpected guests. He peeked around the divider
to get a look at the visitors, seeming unusually eager to do so.
I stared at Cory, contemplating what had motivated his swift
action. He retreated behind the divider with equal energy.
"Oh, God!" he whispered, a hand over his face, "That's my
brother!"
"Well--don't look if you don't want to," I said, baffled that
Cory seemed unduly stressed.
I faced the two intruders. "Strip, you two! And stand
there!" I said, pointing to a raised platform used to showcase
performing couples when small groups used the room. "If you
cooperate with me, I won't report you--assuming you survive the
thrashing you're about to get!"
Apparently the pair was too frightened to reply, but relief
registered on their faces.
I intended to thrash them, yes. But first, I would treat
myself to the sight of the 19-year-old's huge cock pounding away
into blondie's little ass.
We all enjoyed their fine bodies and erect cocks as they
undressed for us, blushing nicely.
"Hands behind your head!" I shouted.
Returning to the business at hand, I decided to put Michael
over a vaulting horse--not the usual resting place for a paddle-
punishment, but a boy's body always looked charmingly vulnerable
hanging over one of the high, leather things. I picked up a good,
well-drilled paddle, admiring Michael's fine buttocks and build.
"Would you like the switch instead, Michael?" I said, having
spotted several nice-looking ones soaking in brine.
"N-no! I mean--whatever you wish, sir!"
"Relax, boy. I'm not your Dean of Discipline, yet!"
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STORY LIST
DENNIS B. - STORIES POSTED ON NIFTY AS OF 8 JUNE 2006.
18 stories under the following 7 headings:
- HIGH SCHOOL/COLLEGE
- SCOUT/CAMPING
- MEDICAL EXAMS (New)
- BROTHER STORIES
- ADULT-YOUTH (TENDER)
- DAD-SON INCEST (TENDER)
- "NO PAIN NO GAIN"
All my stories are on Nifty.
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section. NOT UNDER MY NAME. Don't know why Nifty did it that
way, but what the heck. :-) **Not all my stories are listed
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HIGH SCHOOL/COLLEGE STORIES
1. Crazy for Chad (Love story. Ages 16 & 17.)
- Last post APPROX. June 5, 2006.
NIFTY - High School.
2. Special Sale [on Boys' Trousers and Underwear]
** Listed as just "Special Sale." **
(17-year-old clothing salesman gives special personal
attention to High School and College students,
motivating the young customers to buy lots of clothing.
Ages 14 to 25.)
- Last post APPROX. June 7, 2006
NIFTY - High School
SCOUT/CAMPING STORY
3. Scout Campout Qualifying Competitions (Camping and
some incest. Ages 12 through 17.)
- Last post APPROX. May 2, 2006.
NIFTY - Camping; Incest
MEDICAL EXAMS (NEW)
4. 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.')
-First post APPROX. June 1, 2006
NIFTY - Adult Youth
BROTHER STORIES
5. Teasing My Hot Little Brother
(Big brother gets curious; ages 17 & 15)
- Last post APPROX. April 11, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest.
6. Eyes for My Hot Little Brother
(Little bro grows on big bro. Ages 16 to 18.)
- Last post APPROX. May 10, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
7. Getting to Know My Hot Big Brother
(Chemistry for big and little bro; Ages 16 to 18.)
- Last post APPROX. March 24, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
8. Little Brother Wanted it Bad
(little bro wants big bro; ages 17 & 15.)
- Last post APPROX. Jan 26, 2006;
NIFTY - Incest.
9. Discovering My Little Brother (Brothers,
17 and 13 start to get along real well.)
- Last post APPROX. Nov. 14, 2005.
NIFTY - Incest.
ADULT-YOUTH STORIES
10. 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 2 posted APPROX. April 29, 2006.
NIFTY - Adult/Youth
11. Boy Who Was Late for School
(A tender story. Ages 24 and 13)
- Last post APPROX. Jan. 8, 2006.
NIFTY - Adult-Youth.
12. Finding the Boy Who Stole My Heart (A kind
of love story. Ages 22 and 15.)
- Last post APPROX. May 17, 2005.
NIFTY - Adult-Youth.
DAD-SON INCEST STORY
13. My Son Drives Me Crazy (Tender dad and son.)
- Last post APPROX. Oct. 8, 2005.
NIFTY - Incest.
"NO PAIN NO GAIN" STORIES
14. 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.)
- Last post APPROX. March 14, 2006
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
15. Spankin High School Club Initiation
(High school ages. Later, some college guys.
Some soccer action. Some love.)
- Last post APPROX. Dec. 4, 2005.
NIFTY - High School; Athletics.
(Please note there are 2 titles with the words
"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.)
16. Howling from the Reform School Basement
(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.
- Second post APPROX. June 8, 2006.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
17. Getting it Hard at Spankin' High
(A discipline-school story; ages 13 to 19.)
- Last post APPROX. March 17, 2006.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
18. 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.)
- Last post APPROX. Nov. 7, 2005.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
LAST POST DATES good as of June 8, 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.
Thanks,
Dennis
StoriesNew@Yahoo.com