Date: Sun, 06 Jul 2003 18:45:36 -0400
From: Pete Marenga <dom6789@hotmail.com>
Subject: Loving Boyz Blissful Torture - Chapter 3
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Loving Boyz Blissful Torture - Chapter 3
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An erotic fantasy by Pete Marenga. (c) 2003, Pete Marenga.
All names, places, and personalities are pure fantasy, and
do not, have not, and cannot exist in the real world.
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SETH, 17, newly arrived inductee of the school
JASON, 20, newly arrived inductee of the school
BRENT, 15, Jason's brother, also an inductee
DON, 28, school employee, escorting Jason
MICHAEL, 27, school employee, escorting Seth
(an inductee is a new student)
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CHAPTER 3 - SIGHTS AND SOUNDS, PLEASURES AND PAINS
The boys to be punished all knew what order to get in. They
lined up starting with the youngest--the 15 year-old sections at
the front of the line. Within each age, the order went from
smallest in height to tallest. A very small, frail-looking
fifteen-year-old boy was at the head of the line.
Seven chairs were placed in the center of the stage. These
were for the seven top-rated inductees, according to a poll taken
moments before, and they were invited to sit. Jason and Seth
were among those seated in the chairs. The two new friends sat
together and chatted quietly.
"That shot! This hardon is killing me," Jason whispered.
"Oh, man. I was never this hard. And it hurts! Besides,
every time you stand up you have this huge thing in front of you
pointing the way," Seth said, followed by a deep blush, as the
boy thought maybe he had said too much.
"Yeah--YOU have a huge thing," Jason said, turning the
somewhat smaller size of his penis into a temporary advantage--a
way to boost Seth's ego--"No one notices MINE."
Seth's blush deepened and he put his head down.
The clown in Jason came out as he smiled wickedly and
whispered to Seth, "Oh, yeah, big boy--I wouldn't have to bend
down very far to suck that big thing. I can just wrap my tongue
around it almost from here, and make it feel so good. Mmmm,
can't you just feel it?"
"Stop," Seth said, mortified beyond belief. In
embarrassment, the lad had put his hand to his mouth, but that
failed to hide the smile on his face.
In response to the moderator's question about erection shots,
two small arms were raised into the air, from the line of boys to
be punished. This indicated that they had not awakened early
enough to receive their injections of PGN--the chemical
responsible for maintaining their erections. This chemical, used
medically, held the erection solid, regardless of any pain given
to it, or pain elsewhere on the subject's body, because it held
the channel open that forced the erecting blood into the penis.
These shots were given regularly, on certain occasions.
Stunned silence ensued, as the two boys and the moderator
locked eyes. The faces of two small fifteen-year-old boys filled
with fear.
"You know what this means, boys--you must be punished for
inconveniencing everyone. You will get your shots first."
The room monitors were gentle and accurate in giving the two
young adolescents their erection shots.
"Up on stage, boys," Don said, impatiently. "For the record,
let it be known that Chad Westerly and Kevin Thornton are to
receive discipline for missing their injection, while waiting for
routine morning punishment." Of course, only boys and men who
had committed some offense were subject to such penalties.
"Yes, sir," the offending boys responded quickly, not wanting
to take any chance of gaining Don's displeasure. It was obvious
their shots had not yet taken effect, judging by their limp
organs.
"Oh, yeah," Jason whispered to Seth, "Chad and Kevin--they
might qualify for getting extra punishment for needing punishment
while waiting for their punishment. Geez--what kinda place IS
this?"
"Shut up--you're making me laugh," Seth whispered, with his
shoulders bouncing--and barely able to get the words out.
Don was the acting moderator and had a reputation for
gentleness and fairness.
"They are kinda cute, though," Jason said, looking the two
younger boys over.
"Yeah, for KIDS," Seth said unpleasantly.
"I already picked out my favorite guy," Jason said.
"Yeah, who?" Seth asked.
"Don't you remember?"
Seth slumped in his seat and blushed deeply at this. "I'm
sorry," he whispered.
"We have a surprise for two of our inductees, Jason Adams and
Seth Reardon." At this point the two smaller boys were on stage,
about 12 feet away from Jason and Seth, and facing them.
Of course, Seth and Jason blushed and hoped a hole would open
and swallow them up. The two younger boys across from them
seemed more at ease.
"Jason and Seth, would you stand, please."
Both boys realized that had been set up and singled out by
Don, the man at the microphone.
"Oh, fuck, I'm dripping," Jason whispered in complaint, as he
prepared to stand up. He glanced at Seth and saw that he was no
better off.
With Jason and Seth now standing, Don spoke to the errant,
smaller boys, "Take a good look, boys. Now, THOSE are erections!
Aren't they?" Don said, referring to Jason and Seth's potency.
"Yes, sir!" replied Chad and Kevin, unable to take their eyes
off these two magnificent looking males.
Kevin was a boy of quiet beauty--with light brown hair, hazel
eyes, and a fairly muscular build. His body was hairless.
Kevin's soft good looks and understated sensuality hardened many
an older boy's stick. Kevin stared in awe at Jason and Seth.
Chad, though smaller, was the more striking of the two
fifteen-year-old boys. He had deep golden skin, with blue eyes
and blonde hair, a slight build, and the beginnings of some very
fine-looking abs---overall, reminiscent of Daniel Ablewood. Chad
stood about 5 feet tall and weighed 95 pounds. He also stared at
the two older boys on stage.
Jason swallowed heavily as he drooled over this little guy.
Of course, with Jason's atypical shorter height and young
looks, most others, including Chad and Kevin, saw Jason as 18 or
19 years old, and put him in the BOY category, which was Seth's
group.
At that moment, quite coincidentally, the younger boys'
erection shots took effect, and all had a chuckle as the two
smaller boys had their dicks spring up in record time.
"Have you noticed?" Don said, "the younger boys seem to like
what they see."
As the audience laughed at the commentator's remark, Seth and
Jason blushed more deeply.
"Chad and Kevin," Don intoned, "how do we greet new, older
boys and show them respect? Answer by doing. NO talking!"
The two younger ones smiled at each other and made their way
to the chairs where Jason and Seth were sitting, got on their
knees, and began to suck the precum-slickened cocks of the two
handsome inductees.
Jason and Seth, both in a state of shocked embarrassment,
soon found, however that the oral skills of the two boys overcame
their inhibitions, and they moaned softly in pleasure.
"Oh, fuck!" Jason whispered, hoping Seth would hear, "That
feels good!"
"Mmmmmm, yeah!" Seth moaned.
As the audience applauded in appreciation of the good work
and erotic response Chad and Kevin were getting, the two younger
boys took this as a cue to cease their oral ministrations, lest
the new students cum--for which there would be a penalty.
"Oh, fuck," Jason repeated, overwhelmed with rekindled sexual
desire, and a diminishing sense of embarrassment.
"If you mean that, you can--I'll let you. I think I'm ready
for that," Seth said bravely. "I want you to."
"You serious?"
"I made up my mind when they made us suck each other."
"Holy shit! I'll make it up to you--I mean suck you or . . .
I'll think of something," Jason said stammering.
Seth smiled approvingly.
Jason was relieved that Seth did not insist for a reversal of
roles. Yes, it hadn't been that long since either Jason or Seth
had begun to accept the idea of male sex, but it was long enough
for Jason to realize that he was a top, though he yet didn't know
that word. He had pictured all sorts of sexual and other
physical activities with Seth, and maybe a few of the other boys,
but Jason never imagined himself with a cock up his butt, nor did
that idea appeal to him.
"Let's have Mark and Matthew up there to act as advisors,"
Don said. The so-called advisors would stand behind Seth and
Jason--to hasten their understanding, and coach them, if needed,
on what was to be done, and how.
Mark and Matthew Blaine were 21-year-old identical twins,
blondes, five feet ten, 175 pounds, brown hair, green eyes,
muscular build, smooth-chested, and quite popular. They
stripped, took their places behind the two nervous inductees, and
placed their hands on their respective boy's shoulder.
Jason went weak, inside, as he felt Matt's strong hands touch
and hold his shoulders.
Seth, in the next chair, reacted similarly to Mark's touch.
Both Jason and Seth began to squirm as the twins, Mark and
Matthew pressed their naked cocks against the squirming boys'
backs and slowly came to erection.
Jason began to lose his breath at the feel of Matt's manly
erection growing on his back--and his breathing grew even more
ragged when Matthew spoke to him. It was obvious to Matt that
Jason was greatly attracted to him. To Matthew, the feeling was
mutual.
"I think you're hot, boy," Matt whispered. "Are you a BOY?"
It took Jason a moment to register the intended meaning of
the word, 'boy.' "Oh, no," Jason said, "I'm a MAN--but I'm
downgrading to BOY in a couple of days."
"You're transferring age groups? Geezz!" Matthew said, in
awe, "You survive that, Jason, and I'll kiss your feet."
Jason gulped in fear. Hearing bad news from an adult was one
thing, but now with Matt saying the group change initiation rites
would be severe, a gray cloud formed in Jason's head. This began
to dispel with the erotic thought of Matt kissing his feet.
"Hey, lighten up, man," Matt said encouragingly, realizing he
had frightened Jason. "My best bud went through the rites of
transfer and he came out fine."
"Yeah. Thanks," Jason said, attempting a smile. He wanted
to ask Matt why his friend had transferred age groups, but he
thought it would be best to be quiet, now.
"Twelve whacks boys," Don's voice boomed over the P.A.--
referring to Chad and Kevin's punishment. "Chad, you get it
first." This sudden announcement brought Jason and Matt out of
their conversation.
"Yessir," the frightened lads said in unison.
Chad stood in front of Jason's chair, with Kevin right
behind. Chad looked up at Jason expectantly.
"Let him on your lap," Matt explained.
Jason was baffled, but nodded to Chad, indicating his
permission to climb on his lap.
The whole point would be for Jason to give Chad his twelve
whacks, with a hairbrush, with Chad over his lap--while Kevin
knelt and watched. It never failed to embarrass the teen boys to
get an old-fashioned, over-the-knee spanking--the kind very, very
little children got from their dads.
After Chad received his whacks, the process would reverse
somewhat, and it would then be Seth's turn, and he would spank
Kevin, while Chad knelt and watched.
A utility master handed the wicked-looking hairbrushes to
Jason and Seth.
Kevin knelt dutifully at Jason's feet. Chad was already
lying face down over Jason's lap. The idea was for Kevin to be
as close as possible to Chad's butt and face--to watch the
painful blows, reddening skin--to experience Chad's cries at an
intimate distance, as the hard blows fell on his friend's tender
buttocks.
Matt leaned over to hear what Jason had to say, "This kid is
lying right on my hardon, man--and he's got his boner against my
leg, and his precum--"
"Ignore that, Jason," Matt prompted, "The main thing is to
whack him hard, make him hurt, and make sure you get the right
count on the strokes. And don't tell me you don't like this."
Jason blushed. "Ok, but--he really doesn't look 15," Jason
said nervously, as he brought the hard plastic end of the
hairbrush down on the fine-looking butt of the innocent-looking,
blue-eyed blonde boy.
"Smap." The brush struck Chad with no real force.
"Matthew, straighten him out," Don said, prompting Matt to
speak to Jason.
"Jason, come on! Hit him like you mean it! Hurt him!"
Jason, shaking and churning, inside, could only nod and try
again.
"Whap."
"No!" Matt said.
"Well, how hard do I hit him?" Jason asked, with pleading and
panic in his voice.
"All your might, Jason, and I mean it," Matt said sternly but
quietly. "It'll look really bad for you if I have to show you."
Jason's raised the hairbrush immediately, determined to hit
the small, pale globes with all his might, despite the nauseated
feeling in his gut; despite his compassion for the beautiful
little boy, squirming in his lap.
"WHACK!"
"Awwwwwwwwwwwww!" cried the boy.
"That's good, Jason. Ok, don't be a wimp--keep going," Matt
said, eyeing the deep red mark on Chad's but, and reveling in the
strength and anguish of the lad's cry.
Jason delivered the remaining eleven whacks to the poor
little boy's behind with all his strength, causing Chad to kick
his legs wildly and emit blasts of high pitched, ear-shattering
screams.
Jason's head was a blur of opposing thoughts and sensations--
guilt over spanking the boy; sexual excitement because of the
boy's dick--hard and rubbing against his leg--and his own dick
pressed against Chad's hot skin; a sense of approval from the
others who were watching; and arousal over a vague sense of
control over this beautiful younger boy, causing pain but knowing
he wasn't really harming anything.
Each time Jason swung the thick brush through the air, the
whooshing sound alerted Chad, and the little boy's body tensed
sharply in anticipation; his breath would suddenly suck in with
an accompanying sensual sound--almost like the sound a boy makes
just before he ejaculates.
Little Chad's cries of pain and anguish could be heard
throughout the area, and this seemed to please everyone
concerned. It was amazing to Jason to see how quickly and
energetically Chad recovered after the spanking, in contrast to
the delirious kicks and cries the boy had made.
Chad quickly kneeled and gave Jason twelve stokes of his hot
mouth on Jason's penis--now throbbing desperately.
"Thank you Jason," Chad said to the startled lad.
"Yeah . . . sure . . . no problem," Jason said, puzzled and
gasping for breath after the boy's second unexpected sexual
assault on his starved penis.
"No," Matt whispered to Jason, "Thank him for sucking you."
"Oh, yeah, Chad," Jason gasped, "thanks for sucking me."
Jason turned an incredible red color. Letting the boy suck
him in front of a large audience was bad enough, but to
acknowledge the boy's blow job and publicly thank him for it was
total cultural reversal that overloaded Jason's brain cells.
While Chad winked and smiled at the perplexed 20-year-old,
Jason could barely keep from passing out with excitement,
confusion, and flaming desire--all roaring in his head at once.
He snapped out of it when he saw Chad's rather scarlet-looking
rear end and realized he had done this to the boy.
"Doesn't that hurt?" Jason asked, as Chad rubbed to soothe
his crimson butt.
"Hurts like hell, right now," the boy replied with a charming
smile, "but in an hour it won't."
"You mean until I spank the hell out of it, tonight," Matt
said, staring at Chad and startling the little guy--and totally
baffling poor Jason.
The press of Matt's hot erection against his back had Jason
continuously breathless.
"Lick it up," Mark said to Kevin, over Seth's shoulder.
Seth, who was sitting in the next chair, had deposited a
puddle of precum that Mark kindly ordered the boy to lick up.
Kevin enthusiastically obeyed. "Get his dick, too," Mark
ordered.
Chad finished his conversation with Matt and Jason and walked
over to Seth's chair, where Kevin was over Seth's lap.
"Ok, kid, kneel!" Seth said to Chad. Seth then let go a
horrendous blow to poor Kevin's butt cheeks. The brush made a
nasty smacking sound, as it hit the kid's little twin mounds.
"Awwwwwww, FUCK!" Kevin yelled.
Sweat from Kevin's swatted buttocks sprayed into Chad's face.
It was still a little hard for Seth and Jason to believe that
these cute little bodies actually belonged to fifteen-year-old
boys.
"Speaking of fuck--I'm gonna fuck and spank you so good,
tonight," Matt whispered in Jason's ear, giving it a little lick.
"Oh. Y-you . . . you are?" Jason said, gulping.
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