Date: Sat, 10 Jan 2015 18:52:35 +1100 From: Aaron Jeffries <aaronbjeffries@gmail.com> Subject: The Imperial Bureau - Part 2 The following story is a work of fiction. No resemblance to individuals living or dead is intended or implied. The story is free for anyone to read, enjoy and share in this text form. ANY other use including derivative works is strictly prohibited and subject to license. Please contact the author for details. ---- A big thanks to Nifty, a great source of erotic stories. They need your help to keep running - http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ---- Author: Aaron Jeffries (aaronbjeffries@gmail.com) Thanks: James (jam186200222@hotmail.com) for story ideas, support and proofing. ---- The Imperial Bureau Part 2 – Accomplices Tyler Jones stood in the corner of the room, facing into the walls, contemplating his fate. His arms ached, unaccustomed to being held against the back of his head elbows straight out as he'd been instructed, but he dared not move them. The ache wasn't too bad he told himself, and it was nothing in comparison to the way his ass ached. It had only taken six strokes of the paddle, but his ass throbbed with a pain like nothing he'd felt before. He dared not move his arms for fear that he'd get more swats with that paddle. More strokes... he knew that he had more to come anyway. The Proctor from the Imperial Bureau for Peace & Morality, sat at the desk behind him, had sentenced him to 12 strokes as punishment for downloading pornography (a criminal offence for a minor according to the Moral Code), but had stopped after just 6 and sent him to stand in the corner. Tyler knew it was only a matter of time before the rest of his punishment, and he wasn't sure he'd be able to take another six. He tried not to think about the punishment to come as, even though it had hurt like hell, he'd actually sort of enjoyed it. Tyler was gay, not that anyone really knew that except for his best friend Andy, and NO-ONE knew that he had a fantasy about being dominated by authority figures. Well, the Proctor knew of course, as he'd obviously found out and come to punish Tyler. Worse, he'd made him admit it under questioning. The Proctor... The Proctor was actually kinda hot. A couple of inches taller than Tyler's 5'10", solidly built, filling his uniform perfectly. The Proctor's uniform was sleek, armoured yet figure hugging. And those eyes... the way he had looked at Tyler. He could get lost in those eyes forever... Oh no! Tyler realised his cock was throbbing and tenting his shorts. The compression shorts he had on under his basketball uniform were doing nothing to hold down his raging boner and he wished he'd worn the jockstrap mandated by the uniform code, it might have helped. That reminded him that he'd dropped most of the school in it as well, as almost no-one wore a jockstrap and the Proctor had seemed annoyed when Tyler let that out under questioning. What if he punished the whole school and they found out it was his fault? Wait a minute! What if his parents found out about his punishment!? The Proctor was bound to inform them, as he was still a minor. This was just getting worse and worse! --- Junior Proctor Aaron Jeffries for his part was having an excellent morning. He'd got a cute lad to strip, had enjoyed paddling him immensely, and was now using his Visi to review the pornography which Tyler had downloaded. Most of it was pretty tame stuff, guys sucking and fucking each other. Aaron had seen much better than this and he flicked through most of them quickly. Wait a minute! What have we got here? This one had a young sub tied up and gagged, struggling a little (unconvincingly? thought Aaron). This was a bit more like it! A Dom came partially into view and started none too gently opening the sub's ass with what looked like... yes, a Proctor's baton! He stifled a laugh as the Dom came fully into view and wearing a bad facsimile of a Proctor's cap. He wore smart black army style boots, not too dissimilar to the regulation ones Aaron wore, but not a stitch more. Aaron jokingly thought about sending the footage to the Chief with a suggestion that they revise the Bureau's uniform standards – he'd have a fit! At that his Visi, having sensed the thought, automatically brought up a message window pre-populated with the Chief's address and with the video attached! Aaron coughed whilst simultaneously thinking "CANCEL!", and was happy to see the message fade out. Dammit, sometimes technology can be too efficient! The Visi was a heads-up display and all-round information processing, analysis, communication and recording & display device. The cheap ones had microphones and an earpiece. Better ones used a contact-lens for the display, bone-conductive audio for sound, and the wearer could sub-vocalise to drive them. The best ones had neural interfaces built directly in for all functions. The Bureau only bought the best. He looked up at the 15-year old boy in the corner and wondered if he'd been turned on by the idea of being worked over by a Proctor as the sub had in the video. Aaron wouldn't mind that at all, though he'd have to wait a few days until the boy turned 16. He was there to uphold the law, not break it! But yes, the boy would almost certainly be up for it, and Aaron had plenty of leverage to make sure it happened. He grinned at the thought. Anyway, back to work! The boy's ass wouldn't be so numb shortly, and he had another 6 licks of the paddle to get before Aaron could get to the real reason why he was here. Aaron continued reviewing the footage, mainly to ensure that there was nothing more serious and that the kid hadn't committed any other crimes. Pornography was perfectly legal in the empire, UNLESS you were under the age of 16. If the silly kid had only waited a bit, instead of letting his raging teenage hormones get the better of him. The bureau checked access logs all the time in order to maintain peace and security, and the algorithm was set up to catch such things. It had popped up a match for a notepad owned by Tyler and signed in with his personal access code. A thought crossed his mind, and he had the Visi display the access logs. Hmm. Now, what if? He instructed the Visi to display any other access logs with the same time and location stamps. Gotcha! A match. An Andrew Pace (also 15, same school said the Visi) had been using his own notepad in the same location at the same time as some of Tyler's entries! Now play back his access log... Jackpot! It was pretty obvious from the record that whilst Pace hadn't downloaded any pornography personally, he MUST have been in the same room and probably saw the videos too. --- Andy Pace had just come off the basketball court and was heading for locker room and a much needed shower before lunch when Coach Tramel stopped him, waited until the others had filed past and started raising hell in the locker-room, then asked, "Pace, what have you and Jones have been up to now?" Ohoh! Andy's best friend TJ had been pulled out of the gym less than 5 minutes into the game, sent off to see the principal, and hadn't come back. Andy was worried for him, but with TJ out of the game he'd been too busy keeping their lead to be TOO worried. It was only a practise, but... well, Andy liked to win. Now it sounded like he was in some kind of trouble too. Andy decided to act dumb. "Nothing coach, you know us! We'd never hurt a fly!" "Is that so? Who was it who put itching powder in the second team's uniform bags?" "Now coach, you're not suggesting that was us? To think of it, I don't think we ever found out WHO did that." "Uhuh. Anyway, whatever it is you've done this time isn't a laughing matter. The Proctor's waiting for you in the drama studio. You're to head there straight away." "A Proctor Sir!???". Andy couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Yes, a Proctor. What have you two yahoos done?" "I... I.. don't know. Nothing!" "Well, I can't help you if you won't talk, and perhaps it's something else. Anyway, you'd better get down there and now! Move!" Andy gulped and got moving. A Proctor in the school! It was unheard of! Andy had never seen one other than on the news channels, and they were only called upon in the most serious of crimes. Why was he here?? And what did he want with TJ and him? As he arrived at the door he paused. He really didn't want to go in, but there was no choice. He knocked. "COME!" --- Aaron looked over the new arrival. Short, about 5'8" at a guess, red hair, a few freckles, similarly attired to Jones in the school's basketball outfit of yellow jersey and shorts and blue socks, but different shoes. Thin. He'd obviously been exerting himself and was covered in a sheen of fresh sweat. He looked younger than his age. Aaron saw him look over and recognise his friend standing in the corner, his eyes widening. "Andrew Pace? Please, come and have a seat". Aaron saw Jones's head bob up slightly, surprised no doubt at the mention of his friend's name, but the kid was too smart or too scared (or both) to dare look around. "I have some questions for you" "I... I'll do my best to help Sir" Andy stammered. "You'll do better than that, you will answer them fully and honestly. Otherwise I'll be forced to punish you as I've already done with your friend Jones over there" "Yes Sir!" was all Andy could say. TJ had been punished by the Proctor? This was bad! The thought of lying or concealing anything didn't occur to him – it was said that the Proctor's could read minds. Andy mostly believed it – I mean, Visi's could practically read minds, right? "Let's begin. Three weeks ago you were over at Jones's house. A Thursday evening, about 7:30pm, so probably just after dinner. What were you both doing?" "Uh, I... I'm not sure Sir" "Let me refresh your memory." Aaron pressed a button on the notepad in front of him and a scene projected on the wall. It showed a young man in his early 20's giving a blowjob to a middle aged man. From the sound, the older man was clearly enjoying it. Aaron let it play for a few moments, then cut the sound but left the video running. Andy's face burned red and he looked over at the back of his friend TJ's head. It was slumped and Andy thought he heard sobbing. "Uh.. we... well. Uhm" "OUT WITH IT BOY!" Aaron bellowed. Andy shrunk back terrified. "He showed me it to gross me out!" He felt sick, telling on his best friend. He felt like he'd killed a puppy. TJ was definitely sobbing now! "And did it?" "Sir?" "Did it gross you out?" "Uh. No. Well, a little bit, but not really. He caught me by surprise" "Are you gay?" "No Sir" "But you know your friend Jones is?" "Yes Sir" "Why did he show you the video?" Andy hesitated. "We were just chatting. Guy stuff. Uhh. I started talking about a girl I'd well..." He stopped, reddening again, then ploughed on, "She... did that..." he pointed at the screen, "She did that to me. I told TJ and then he grabbed his notepad and played that video" "What did you do?" "Uh, I kinda just laughed. Then..." he reddened again. "I... I asked him if he had any more" "Why?" "I was kinda curious." "Very well" The Proctor cut off the video and stood up. Andy tried to shrink even deeper into the chair, then turned pale when the Proctor reached for a paddle. He hadn't noticed it before. Made of a solid, dark wood and about 14-16 inches long, it looked painful. Very painful. The Proctor commanded him to stand, so he stood, feeling faint. "You have committed an offence under his Imperial Majesty's moral code by inciting a minor to access improper materials, in contravention of section 92. Do you have anything to say?" "Uh. I'm sorry?" It sounded pathetic. "That's as may be. Anything else?" "No Sir" "Very well, in the name of the Hand of the emperor, I sentence you to 3 strokes of the paddle. Stand forward, pull your shorts down and bend over the desk. Put your hands behind your head." Andy gulped. His father had put him over his knee a couple of times when he was younger, but he'd never been paddled, and he had only been a kid then. But he did as he was told. "Why aren't you wearing a jockstrap?" The boy's butt was naked. "I, we..." "Never mind. For breaching the uniform code we'll make it 4 strokes. Make sure you wear one from now on for all athletics" "Yes Sir." Andy had worn one in the past and didn't like it. He preferred to freeball, but he wasn't about to argue with a Proctor! "Count out the strokes, nice and loud" "Yes Sir!" He'd barely got the words out when the paddle struck. WHACK! "Aaaaaaaaah!". Andy had never felt pain like it. His pop's hand slaps were nothing in comparison! Without thinking his hands shot down to his ass. "GET THOSE HANDS BACK UP BOY!" The boy quickly moved his hands back. "The count..." "One Sir!" he managed to get out, his voice weak. "Louder next time" The second stroke hit straight away. The pain seared. This was 10 times worse than the first one. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" screamed Andy. He couldn't help himself, he lifted himself up, his hands shooting to his ass. Tears flooded from his eyes. "GET BACK ON THAT FUCKING DESK WITH YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD RIGHT NOW!" bellowed Aaron. The boy complied quickly. Aaron looked over to see Tyler's head slumped, the arms slack, body heaving as he sobbed. Clearly the punishment on his friend was taking a toll, but this was no time for sympathy. "And you Jones! Get your head and elbows up now!" TJ jerked to attention in the corner, still audibly sobbing. Aaron slapped Andy's ass with his gloved hand. Not a stroke - just to get his attention, but the boy flinched as if he'd been struck hard. "The count..." "T... T... Two Sir!" "Half way there". It clearly did nothing to comfort the boy. Aaron backed off a little on the third stroke. Clearly young Pace's pain threshold was a good bit lower than Jones's. So he backed off, but only a little. The boy's pain and anguish was proportional to his own excitement. He was glad of the jockstrap and armor he WAS wearing as part of the standard uniform. They were the only thing holding back his now raging hard-on. WHACK! "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" the boy screamed again, but this time didn't lift from the desk and his hands stayed where they were. An almost incoherent "Thr... Th... Three S... Sir" was managed. WHACK! The boy screamed again and just lay there, chest heaving as he cried. He looked like he was trying to speak, but couldn't get it out between sobs. "Get up!" The boy stood, dropping his hands to his ass which was on fire, matching his hair. "Get those hands behind your head!" The boy quickly complied, but he was a trembling wreck. "Elbows up and back!" The boy did his best. Aaron looked him over. By the Hand, the lad was huge! Sprouting from a fiery red bush (it matches his ass now thought Aaron!) was at least 8 inches of thick, cut prime boy meat, and he wasn't even erect! No wonder young Jones was friends with this one. I bet he's checked him out in the shower a few times, and no doubt beat off at the thought of his friend's meat. Aaron jokingly wondered if that's why he didn't wear a jockstrap – that thing flapping about as he ran up and down the court would be enough to distract the other team. "Get over in that corner!" Aaron pointed. Andy reached down to pick up his shorts. "Leave those down!" Crying openly and totally broken, the boy shuffled into the corner with his shorts around his feet. "Jones, shorts down too!" TJ complied quickly, dropping his basketball shorts and compression shorts, then stood back up, hands behind his head, elbows high. Aaron perched himself on the end of the desk admiring his handiwork, allowing himself a grin. ---- Tyler had thought the pain he faced from the second set of six strokes was going to be too much, but when he'd heard his friend's name and then his voice, a pain had set into heart, a thousand times worse than the physical pain he'd endured. Andy was a gentle soul. He'd been picked on as a kid because of his height and red hair, but TJ had been drawn to him because of his kindness. The bullying had never got serious as Andy had a wicked sense of humour and mischievous streak (none of it malicious) which others couldn't help but like. Add his cheeky grin and it was impossible not to like him. And when TJ had finally come out to him, Andy had said all the right things. It didn't matter, TJ was still TJ, he'd hoped his taste in music and clothes would improve, etc., etc. Every whack of that paddle was a knife through Tyler's heart. Every scream, a twist of its serrated edge. And it was all his fault! The Proctor wouldn't be here it hadn't been for him downloading those stupid videos. Not only had he ruined his own life, but that of his best friend. What would Andy's folks say? TJ's folks were smart people. They'd be disappointed, sure, but Andy's folks were pretty religious. When they found out that their son had broken the divine Emperor's moral code, TJ could only imagine what they'd say... or do. He was dragged from his misery by a command to drop his shorts, which he did quickly, sneaking the quickest of looks at Andy over in the adjacent corner as he did so. He felt sick at what he saw. He wished he could fix his poor broken friend, but all he could do was stand there, facing the wall as instructed, and await whatever misfortune the Proctor decided to visit upon him. --- Aaron was frustrated. His dick throbbed and he wanted nothing more than to bend one of these boys over the desk and fuck him senseless. He didn't care which, as they both had very fuck-able arses, both still red. But he couldn't, the law forbade it. On the other hand... "Jones, step out of those shorts, take off your jersey and come back over here". "Now stand up straight with your hands behind your back". The boy did as instructed, and Aaron retook his seat behind the desk. He fiddled with the recording cube he'd placed on the desk corner earlier, activating a privacy shield. He adjusted it so that it covered both himself and Tyler, checking by calling to the Pace boy still over in the other corner, and satisfied himself that there was no response. He could talk to Tyler privately now. "You realise that I'll have to inform your parents and the School of all of this?" "Yes Sir" the boy answered glumly at the confirmation of what he'd already suspected. "And how do you think your parents will react?" "Not well, Sir!" "I suspect so. And Pace's parents?" "They're pretty religious Sir. They might kick him out." "You realise you've been stupid? If you'd waited... when is your birthday?". Aaron already knew. "A week on Thursday Sir" "So for the sake of a month or thereabouts, you've ruined an otherwise spotless record. For both of you." "I know Sir, I'm really sorry. I wish I hadn't and that I could change it. Especially for Andy" "You really do care for him, don't you?" "Yes Sir, he's my best friend" "Do you have other feelings for him?" Tyler hesitated. "Uh, other feelings?" "Do you find him attractive?" Tyler blushed a little. "Uh. Yes." "Have you told him that?" "Oh he knows. He thinks it's funny." "Have you ever done anything with him?" "Done... you mean...?" "Yes, have you ever touched him? Or more?" "Uh, we did help each other out once. I jerked him off and he did the same for me." "I see. Just the once you say?" "Yes Sir" "Would you have sucked him off if he'd let you?" "Uh. Yes, I would have." "I'm not surprised. Have you ever sucked anyone off?" "No Sir" "What if he'd wanted to fuck you?" Tyler was taken aback by the questioning, but if a Proctor asked you a question, you answered it and truthfully. "Yes Sir, I would have let him. Though..." "Oh?" "Well, he's... big. I've never been... fucked before. I think it would hurt, but I'd let him try if he wanted to." "I agree. I don't think it'd be sensible for your first time. Shuffle over a bit." Aaron waved his hand to indicate where he wanted the boy to be, and switched off the privacy mode on the recording cube. "Pace! Step out of your shorts, take off your jersey and come stand over here next to Jones". The boy hurried to comply. By now his crying had died down and he simply sniffed occasionally. But his face showed clearly where the tears had been. "You have both broken the law, and I should submit a full report of your actions to both your parents and the school." Andy looked ready to start crying again, so Aaron moved swiftly on. "However. I have the authority to act as I see fit in such matters, and I'm prepared to cut you both a deal. But it'll be a one-time offer." Both boys looked relieved, eager even. "Pace. Young Jones here tells me that he has jerked you off in the past. Is that so?" The boy turned beetroot. "Uh, Yes Sir" "And you talked to him about receiving a blow-job from a girl? Which you enjoyed, presumably?" The boy grinned sheepishly. "Yes Sir" "Very well boys. Here's the deal. Pace, Jones will give you a blow-job. Here, right now. If you do this, I will forego notifying your parents, and no entry will be made in your records. It will be as if it had never happened." Both boys were amazed at the offer. Could the Proctor be serious? Why on earth would he offer them such a deal? Was it a trap? What if someone came in? What if one agreed and the other didn't? "Quickly boys, I don't have all day. Decide. Now." Andy looked at his best friend TJ with the question in his eyes. In turn, TJ nodded, ever so slightly. Andy shrugged and answered for them. Without a word they'd crossed over a line in their friendship. "We'll do it Sir"