Date: Sat, 17 Dec 2016 21:43:22 -0600 (CST)
From: rbrbrb163@verizon.net
Subject: Academy RB 13

RB13

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I think this is a good one. I wrote this in a public place and had a boner
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A lot of what we did at RB Academy was about extending our creativity and
imagination to make the experiences our clients would have be as exciting
as possible. Hot was the word.

The class I liked the most was on bondage, using toys and roleplaying, and
I think it was something I excelled in. I never thought about it before,
but then how many 16-year-olds are using innovative ways to tie up their
friends.

We had this class almost every day, which was cool with me. The first time
one took the class we were given a black jock strap made of a very high
quality leather, soft and fragrant. Cum, pre cum and drips of pee helped to
make the leather even more tender and sexy. There were two newbies in the
first class I took. Our teacher was a strapping Swede named Will. He had
long brownish-blonde hair which he wore feely, in a pony tail or in a man
bun. His muscles were apparent in his plaid flannel shirt as was his
cock. His eyes were as blue as the sea.

He handed us our jock straps and we thanked him. From other students I
learned that the creativity we used in stripping mattered in this class,
and of course I was game. And the other newbie and I planned to use each
other's body to exhibit our strip, like using each other as poles for a
dancer.

We joined each other in the middle of the room and gently kissed. We took
our shirts off in unison and rubbed our chest against each other, then
bowing to each other to lick the other's nipples. There other student was a
Latino boy built like a brick shithouse, as they say. It felt like my body
could fit entirely in his. I lifted my left leg and pushed it into his
crotch so he could pull off my shoes, and he followed suit. I took the ball
of his foot and rubbed it up and down my pants leg stimulating my already
hard cock. Then we traded right legs for the same purpose. I then got on
the floor and moved between his feet so I could pull off his jeans from
below. He had on a pair of red bikinis which strained against his cock. We
then traded legs towards our mouth so we could suck on each other's toes.

He grabbed me by the middle and turned me over so my hands were on the
floor and leaning against his body he pulled off my pants, to reveal my
boxer shorts. He rubbed my crotch which was drenched in pre cum, which he
licked off from his hands. He lifted me over, and it felt like we were
doing a porno ballet. I went on my knees and pulled off his bikinis with my
teeth. His nine inch cock was rock hard at 90 degrees. In turn, he pulled
me towards him and he effortless pulled apart my underwear and tossed it to
the other students. We kneaded our naked bodies together and then pulled on
our jock straps. We gave each other a loud high five, and the other
students applauded.

"The only problem with that is that you boys took half the time of the
class to put on your fucking jock straps," Will said, teasing. "You're both
going to have to stay after classes to make up the time."

"Yeah," I whimpered, with a silly twink-like voice.

There were eight of us and we were divided into pairs and assigned to
apparatus for being bound. I was assigned to a rough wood crucifix kind of
thing with one of the Eastern European boys I met when I was trying out. He
tugged at the thin strap of my jock from the back and pushed me into the
piece of wood which felt like it would give me splinters.

"Heh, watch it man," I said, sounding quite serious about the rough way I
was being treated. He slapped my face, making a large clapping
noise. "Never speak to me that way again, bitch." I was stunned but didn't
say anything. He moved towards my face and licked it as if to calm the
sting of his slap. Then he took a rag and put it around my face to block my
view. He pulled over a ladder on wheels and climbed a few steps so his cock
was opposite my mouth. He gyrated his jock strap clad crotch into my
face. The smell was intoxicating, between the smell of the leather and the
sweat and pre-cum behind it. He pulled the front of his jock down and
pushed his eight-inch cock in my mouth, push it down to nearly trigger my
gag reflex. I reached for his cock and he screamed, "You bitch. This is not
for your pleasure."

He dismounted the ladder and took another strip of fabric to tie my hangs
together behind the post. He returned to the ladder and held his cock just
so my tongue could lick the head of it. He was moaning now, almost sounding
like he was close to cumming. He withdrew and turned around and stuck his
ass into my face. It was delicious, and I thought I was close to cumming
without touching my cock. He pulled apart the globes of his ass and I dove
in. Will was standing near us, and sniffed in the sex going on between my
face and his ass.

He pushed Will's face into my crotch, for a few seconds, and then returned
to me, lifting me so he could press his cock up and down my ass crack, and
then slowly push it into my hole. He fucked for a about three minutes and I
could feel the pressure of his orgasm.

I was untied and joined the other class members on the floor, sitting cross
legged, some of us looking like we could fall right asleep right there and
then. Bondage and discipline is exhausting.

"We'll look at some of this on video in the next class. Mostly it was
pretty hot, but too often you resorted to rimming each other to go for
instant sexiness. It works, but that isn't so creative." He took a whip in
his hand and loudly slapped it only the floor very close to several of
us. "Too much licking and not enough whipping. Not enough binding the other
in a more restrictive way."

# # #

Another class I liked was "Talking Dirty." I'm not kidding. The teacher was
Timmy, a tall, thin and feminine Asian guy. We took this class twice a
week, and Timmy met with us individually before starting out. "The strange
thing about Academy RB," he explained. "Well, one of many strange things
about Academy RB is that everyone starts out at a different time so I like
to talk to students before so you know what you're getting into."

"Thanks, I appreciate that," I responded respectfully. "It's true. I go
into some of the classes and the other guys know much more than I do."

"Yes, right." He took a tube of lipstick out of a bag he carried and rolled
the reddish brownish make-up on his lips, making that kissing gesture to, I
don't know, settle it down. "Sorry, I felt I needed to look pretty for
you."

"You do. Thanks." For some reason, I found that gesture incredibly
sexy. Which is weird because it's so feminine. I had half a hard on and a
spot of pre cum. Preoccupied, I awkwardly placed my arms on my lap."

"Uhm, oh nothing." I pointed at my lap. My face was red, and I could feel
the flush feeling.

"Oh, that. Don't worry darling. That happens here." He waved at my crotch
to dry the spot away. "It's a place that makes one horny. I get hard-ons
all the time. It's best to wear underwear, though. It's a dangerous place
to go commando." I laughed. He brushed his palms over my slacks and could
feel my hard on. "That's nice."

"Thanks."

"You're so sweet. OK, let's get back on track here. So, a lot of what we do
is to stimulate your creativity. That's the most important to do what we
do. Being creative is what separates the boys who succeed from the boys who
don't make it in this business. Making things hot is the moneymaker. There
are lots of hot boys with bubble butts and large dicks, but not so many who
are smart and know--who have the instinct--to turn a $200 trick into a
regular $500 client. That's what you want. That's the business plan."

"Yup, I could see that in the fetish classes."

"This is even harder though. You gotta be able to scout out the situation
with a guy and play it out. Instinct is critical.

"Guys will tell you, `Please can we talk? Talk, like, dirty,' but won't
tell you what they have in mind. Do they want to be degraded? Flattered? Do
they want love talk? Many of them will tell you they want to hear about
other clients. `What's your hottest scene?'

"That makes sense. That could tell them how far they can go."

"Exactly, you are so smart." I reached over and pecked him on the
cheek. "Are you still hard down there?" He started to reach over, and I
stopped his hand.

"I've calmed down. Ready to learn, teach. Is there anything I can possibly
do to get an `A' in this course, teacher," I said in a teasing way.

"Oh, my." He changed the subject. "What was your most exciting experience?"

"Oh, I'm brand new at this."

"No really, tell me. If you need to, make it up."

"OK, a few weeks ago I was hired to entertain at a birthday party for a
guy. I was supposed to wear a pair of bikini underwear. It was winter, so
this was going to be cold. My nipples were hard and deep red. The host--the
birthday boy's best friend--told me he wanted me to wait on the guys. Get
them drinks. Pass appetizers.

"This is did. Moving very slowly. I rubbed my body against guys as I waded
through the room. Guys reached out and grabbed my dick or squeezed my ass.

"At one point all of the guys came together in the living room and the host
told me that I could take a break. So I got myself a glass of wine and sat
down on the lap of the birthday boy. He was 40, maybe older but he said he
was 40. There was an open space close on one of the sofas, and one of the
guys offered that I could sit there.

"I said, `No, I'm fine here. It's cold. He's got something to warm me up.'
I positioned my crack so his dick hit right against my crack. And I subtly
moved back and forth against his dick. I tried to be discrete about opening
his fly and pulling out his cock. But they knew what was happening.

"A few of the guys started rubbing each other and eventually pulled out
their dicks. I got up and turned down some of the lights. I returned to my
birthday boy, and pulled down my bikinis in the back so his dick was
hitting my cracks and hole. When I picked up my glass of wine I
accidentally on purpose spilled some in his crotch. `Shit,' he said.

"I said, `No worries.' I flipped around, got on my knees and started to
lick the wine off his dick, and then proceeded to give him a blow
job. Another guy pulled down my bikinis in the back and started to lick my
ass. It's a nice pink color and opens easily. While they played with me, I
gestured for some of the other guys to join us. I pulled some of their
hands to feel my body, my ass, my stomach, my tits. One guy was sucking me
and the birthday boy started out fucking me.

"The other waiter boy had replaced his tray of drinks with a tray of
condoms and lube. Even though he was so young, no one hardly paid much
attention to him and concentrated on me. Occasionally, the boy would use
clean towels to wipe cum off of my body. Some of the guys took the towels,
saying they were memory sakes.

"By the fourth guy my ass was ready to take anything. The guys who had not
cum yet lined up and the birthday boy measured their erect dicks. The
largest one was on a black dude with incredible thighs and a stomach so
hard that you could eat off it. He was brought over to me and the boy
prepared him for me ass. He was jerked off, lubricated and a max condom
carefully placed on his dick. The boy kissed him. The black guy, Sam,
approached me but before he pushed his huge cock in me, he moved to where
me face was to show me his cock. I was ready for it after an hour of
getting fucked but I acted like I was intimidated. `Please not. I can't
take that.' Other guys whipped my ass with leather straps and the birthday
boy placed a hankie in my mouth.  `No, no,' some of the guys begged. `We
want to hear him yell when Sam puts in all the way in him,' explained the
host.

"Sam rubbed the head of his cock up and down my crack and I
moaned. `Please, no,' I begged, but I was really hot for it. He pushed his
mushroom head in and left it there in the entrance way for a few
moments. Then he pushed it slowly all the way in. It was so gorgeous, the
way it felt."

Timmy the teacher looked like he was in a daze. I moved close to him and
rubbed his crotch. It was hard and I offered, "Wanna fuck me?" I offered. I
would but I'm a bottom. He felt my crotch and felt up my hard cock. I
pulled down my jeans and gave him a lap dance as he undid his pants. He
reached over for a condom and dressed up his dick. It was nice and pretty
but not huge. I sat on it slowly hearing him moan. "I really deserve an A
for this class, Teach."

"Yes, you do."

"Teach, tell me your craziest experience? I want to hear it. Was it the
lambs, Clarice, squealing in the farmhouse? Was it that?" I was imitating
Anthony Hopkins in "Silence of the Lambs." He told me later that that was
what got me my A for that day's class."