Date: Tue, 15 Jul 2003 22:48:16 -0400
From: Pete Marenga <dom6789@hotmail.com>
Subject: Loving Boyz Blissful Torture - Chapter 4
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Loving Boyz Blissful Torture - Chapter 4
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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 4
During Kevin's spanking, Jason noticed that a river of precum
flowed from Seth's erection. Of course, Jason's hard dick wasn't
too far behind, as he watched his friend Seth slap the hairbrush
down on cute Kevin's butt, and took in the reactions of all the
others around--little Chad, and Matt and Mark.
After that, the induction progressed quickly. All inductees
swore to loyalty to the school and its ideals, as well as
obedience to its special rules, in one of two final ceremonies.
The inductees were not yet considered current students. That
status would come a bit later.
A line of kneeling fifteen and sixteen-year-old current
students provided the finale to the induction ceremony--they each
gave 10 seconds of sucking to each of the inductees. Given that
there were thirty-one inductees, that was only about 5 minutes of
blow jobs, so the moderator kindly allowed the blue-balled new
boys to go through the line 3 times. So, each of the inductees
was sucked for a grand total of 30 seconds. On their way out of
the auditorium, many of the newly-inducted boys complained about
the final segment of the ceremony.
"I was doing ok until those kids sucked us," Seth said to
Jason. "Now my balls are really hurtin.'"
"Shit!" Jason said, "I've been dying the whole time. I don't
get it--I watched your dick the whole time you were spanking
Kevin and you looked like you were ready to pop."
As Jason finished his comment, he began to blush.
"Oh, I see," Seth said, "you watched my dick."
"No, wait!" Jason said, "It wasn't like that. It's just--"
"Jason--it's ok. I think it means you're really interested
in me and not just a--you know, for . . . not just sex." Seth
blushed miserably after trying to redeem himself from the verbal
mess he'd created.
"Yeah, I know what you mean, Seth. No sweat. You're right--
I don't just wanna fuck you, I wanna suck you off, too," Jason
muttered with a huge grin.
"You fucker! Here I thought you were getting serious."
"I WAS!"
"And I was starting to like you."
"Save it for tonight--you'll like me better then," Jason
said. Both boys laughed.
"Oh sure! Easy for you to say. You're not the one who's
having a thick piece of meat up their ass, tonight."
"Well, um," Jason said, blushing badly, "that's not exactly
right."
"What? You? Jason? Getting fucked? WHO?"
"Matt. He just laid down the law."
"Holy shit."
"I don't even wanna get fucked, much less by him!"
"Jason--you're kidding. Don't you think Mark and Matthew are
two totally hot dudes?"
"Yeah. That's not the point, though. If I were going to
change my mind and get fucked, it would be YOU I'd want, not one
of the twins."
"Thanks Jason. Well, I don't know if you noticed, but--my
dick is bigger than . . . . Is that why you--"
"Yeah, I know--you're bigger than them, but . . . it's not
the size, it's the person. Yeah, Matt's hot, but I don't know
him. I know you--and you're cute and I like you. And--"
"Ok," Seth said, "I get it. That's sweet, Jason."
"Thanks. But that's only one part of my problems. I haven't
told you about my brother yet."
"What about him?"
"His name's Brent. He's fifteen," Jason said.
"Cool. I bet you'll have a lot to tell him when you go back
home."
"Brent's not home. He's here. And I know he's scared."
"I'm sorry," Seth said. "It's just that I wished I could
have a brother."
"It's ok--it's just that I applied for this--I mean, to
transfer to your age group, so I could be here for him."
This brought a smile to Seth's face. "Cool! COOL!" Seth
yelled.
"Why the celebration?"
"Jason, don't you see? I was thinking you'd go off into the
MEN'S group and I'd never see you ag--"
"Oh, I get it. Tonight was going to be a farewell mercy
fuck. I see how you are," Jason said with a wide grin.
Seth went wide-mouthed with shock--that is, until he saw the
silly smile on Jason's face. "You came THIS close to a punch in
the balls, man," Seth said with a cute grin, as Matt suddenly
came up behind him.
"Hey guys," Matt said, half out of breath, "don't plan on
punching each other. The people at this school aren't finished
beating your butts yet. And don't say I told you."
"Yeah, I kinda figured," Jason said.
Seth looked very surprised at hearing this news. "You knew?"
he said, looking at Jason?
"No. I mean--I didn't know but it just seemed obvious,"
Jason said.
"AH!" Seth yelled, after carelessly hitting his balls with
his hand. "Shit, that hurt. Not used to walking around naked."
"Oh! Jason," Matt said, "That guy--damn, what's his name--
Don, said not to go back and meet him in the circle. He said
he'd catch up to you."
"Ok, cool. Thanks, Matt. What about you Seth? Do you have
to meet Michael?"
"Not that I know of. Michael didn't say anything, one way or
the other."
"Ahem!" Matt said, getting the boys' attention, "That's
because the headmaster himself asked me to be the guide for you
two, plus any stray BOYS we may see wandering around."
"What about the rest of the inductees?" Seth asked.
"The inductees have been split up into small groups like
this, to make it easier to show you around and take you to some
of the different training classes."
"Yeah, what exactly is this training stuff, anyway?" Jason
asked.
"You'll see as we go along," Matt said, looking down at some
papers. "Ok--first stop is room 208. We're on the second floor
here, as you know."
"Ok, wait," Jason said. "Before you take us in, tell us
what's going on in there."
"It'll be self-explanatory, but, ok. Inside this room is
blow-job training."
Both Jason and Seth laughed.
"Don't laugh. ALL lessons here are serious. And if you mess
up, you get punished.
"PUNISHED?" Seth said. "What is this school? A throwback to
the Middle Ages?"
"Doesn't that sound weird?" Jason said, "Imagine going home
to mom, and saying, 'Gee--I got punished for not giving a guy a
good blow job.'"
"Not quite," Matt said, ignoring Jason and speaking to Seth,
"but along that line."
"That's not fair!" Seth said.
"So, what kind of punishment?" Jason asked, resigned to the
facts of life according to Matthew and the Lawrence Geuorman
school for boys.
"Well, I'm not allowed to tell you--but it's no secret.
You'll be finding out real soon," Matt said, as he knocked on the
door to the blow job class.
The instructor, clad only in Speedos, answered the door, "Oh
--you must be the inductees," he said in a strong, friendly
voice. "I'm Bob LePold."
"Well," Matt said, blushing, shaking hands with the man, and
pointing to Jason and Seth, "these two are."
The class of 12 thirteen-year-old boys quieted themselves
down to zero sound. All eyes were glued to Jason and Seth--in
particular, their rampant erections.
The teacher leaned in very closely and spoke to Jason and
Seth. "Do you mind if they touch you?" Bob said, "I've been
telling my students all afternoon that they would get to see some
older boys with fully-grown penises and touch them."
The students, themselves, looked like they were drooling.
"Sure, we don't mind," Jason said confidently. "That would
be fine."
"Actually," Matt whispered to Jason and Seth, "you guys
aren't allowed to mind, or object. Sorry, you're sorta stuck.
The teachers and masters will be totally polite about it,
though."
"Oh, no sweat," Seth said, obviously captivated and catching
the eye of some bigger, older-looking thirteen year old. Jason
got behind Seth, so close, it was almost obscene.
"Cradle-robber," Jason whispered to Seth, out of earshot of
the others.
This gave Seth the unwanted distinction of entering the
classroom with a full, facial blush.
The boys in the class were also naked, a fact which, for
Seth, eased tensions, somewhat, feeling that put him and the
students on equal footing. Many of the students were in stages
of partial erection. A few were fully hard. The instructor
introduced Seth and Jason to his class.
"All right, boys," Bob said to his students, "before we line
up and have you touch Jason and Seth, I thought it would be a
good idea for us you to demonstrate your new skills. Let's see,
Brian, you were voted the best, I think--kneel here.
A very erect and very cute-looking boy stood, then knelt,
where Bob had pointed. Apparently this was the boy voted as
giving the best blow-job.
"Now let's see," Bob said, which resulted in an ocean of
raised hands. Bob was getting ready to pick out the lucky
recipient of Brian's skilled mouth work. "Alan--you be the horny
guy that gets sucked."
"Yes, sir," Alan said, trying to sound casual.
The two poor lads, Jason and Seth, were beside themselves
with lust, watching the two younger boys, one sucking the other,
and move and squirm as young boys do. Their cocks were
complaining just watching the young pair. The worst of it was
when Alan came--he shot quite a load, about six hard shots, doing
a fantastic job of decorating Brian's cute face.
Judging by the furtive grimaces on Jason and Seth's faces,
their blue balls and general discomfort from denied orgasm was
worsening distinctly.
After thanking Brian and Alan, the instructor told his
thirteen-year-old boys to line up. "Ok, guys--do not slap or
yank any part of them, and do not hit or squeeze their balls,"
Bob said, referring to Seth and Jason, who were about to get felt
up by all twelve little boys. "You can squeeze their cocks and
give them a few gentle pulls, but that's about it. No jerking
them off." Then Bob told Jason and Seth how to give the signal
if either of them should feel that they were getting close to
cumming.
Both boys knew the severe penalty for cumming before your
time, and were not about to disobey.
"Fuck! This is like getting jerked off by the whole class,"
Jason said, as each young student felt, rubbed, pulled and
generally inspected every inch of their privates.
"Oh, God," Seth moaned, rolling his head from side to side
and giving the signal that he was too close.
The torture of being touched was finally over, when the
teacher announced to his class that it would be impolite for the
visitors to leave without at least a sample of the sucking skills
the students had acquired in the class.
"Oh, God, no--I don't know if I can take anymore sucking or
licking on my dick," Seth said.
"You said it! I don't want anyone or anything touching my
dick right now. God--I never thought I'd be saying this!"
It was very tricky, not to mention sensual--in addition to
painful for Jason and Seth--to receive what amounted to twelve
blow jobs each. To add insult to injury, when either boy
signaled that he was close to cumming, the instructor had one of
his students paddle the super-pleasured, older teen.
These were not pampered-schoolboy paddlings. The strokes
were delivered with Herculean force--the big kid with the paddle
apparently knew what he was doing with his long wooden
instrument. The horrible-sounding smacks of wood on bare skin,
followed by gruesome shouts and screams from a young man and a
boy, proved the grievousness of the "cool-down" procedure--
designed to take the boy's minds off their well teased cocks.
By the time the pair of them left Bob's classroom, they were
shaking with lust, denial, pain, and humiliation.
"It was so embarrassing yelling out in pain, like that," Seth
said out in the hallway, to Jason--who wanted to hear none of it,
as it was also acutely embarrassing for the older boy just to
contemplate.
"I don't know which is worse, the pain in my balls or the
pain in my butt," Seth said.
"I think they're about equal," Jason said, as he lightly
tapped Seth's balls while he wasn't looking.
"Shit, shit, that HURTS!" Seth said, his body recoiling from
the contact."
Seth, not to be outdone, quickly smacked Jason's swollen, red
butt-cheeks.
"OW! Fuck, my butt is sore!" It was apparent that in spite
of the pain Jason and Seth had just delivered one to the other,
their sympathy for each other far outweighed anything else.
As Matt opened the second door on this tour, the two
inductees saw a very large room. All 29 of the other inductees
were there. Both Jason and Seth were stunned at seeing the full
slate of inductees, plus the large crowd in the room.
"I thought you said we were on our own little private tour,
and would stay split up into our small group, just you, me, and
Seth," Jason said to Matt.
"Yeah, I know what you mean, Jason. This is just a little
detour."
The scene was similar to the induction process conducted by
Don and the headmaster--except these were BOYS (ages 15- 19) in
charge.
"Good news, men: You've already earned your stripes," a
tall, thin, healthy-looking 16-year-old boy said proudly. "Now,
we will give them to you." The stunning lad waved a wicked-
looking tawse in the air--one about 3 feet long, 3 inches wide,
with the business end cut into nine strips about one-third of an
inch wide. Between the wide part of the leather and the vicious,
thin whipping strips, it was obvious this huge leather instrument
of pain was of the heavy-duty variety.
"Wait a second," Seth said loudly, "I thought--"
"Not so loud, Seth," Matt said, although the youthful emcee
did not hear Seth's remark, "There was never a promise that you
or Jason would escape additional training."
"Training--yeah, I love how you guys use that word," Seth
said softly but sarcastically. Jason nodded his assent.
"Remember, I'm on YOUR side," Matt said quietly, apparently
understanding how the procedures could seem unfair to new
students-to-be, such as Jason and Seth.
This was to be a very special initiation.
To maximize the intimidation of the inductees, the boy emcee,
Kevin Wunderly, lined them up youngest first. This was the first
time the 12, 13, and 14-year-olds were included in any of the
activities involving Seth and Jason. A small, frightened-looking
huddle of 12 and 13 year-olds stood at the head of the line.
Jason and Seth were open-mouthed--shocked at the possibility
that the very small boys would be subject to the same heavy-duty
tawse that was to be used on the older boys and men.
"They're not gonna . . . use that wicked thing on those
little guys, are they?" Jason said to no one in particular.
"No, Jase," Matt said, just as a smaller, thinner version of
the leather device was delivered to Kevin. This brought visible
and audible sighs of relief to Seth and Kevin, who still looked
nervous and sad for the younger boys, although their erections
throbbed more incessantly as they gawked at the naked crew of
boys they had not laid eyes on until now.
"You and Jason sixty-nine," Matt said authoritatively. "No
sucking. Just lick when I tell you."
Kevin and Seth obeyed immediately. The boys gave themselves
little smiles--in hopes that they could get each other off
unnoticed.
"Don't even think about it," Matt said.
"Four for the young ones, six for the rest," Kevin, the
youthful emcee said. This was followed by slaps of the tawse and
screams from the smaller boys, as the powerful leather stung
their sensitive backs.
Jason and Seth had to suffer through watching the painful
strapping on one of the many wide-screen video monitors, and
following Matt's instructions to lick each other's erection in
time with the smacks and screams of the boys being initiated.
The emcee was finished processing the YOUNG ONES, and turned
to the BOYS, "Of course, the strokes will be much worse for the
older boys."
Seth and Jason looked at the young emcee, and gulped.
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