RB13

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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."

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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."