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Richard Blowstein 15-16 Madison School For Boys, 2 boys per room, 10 rooms per floor by age

SCHOOL FOR BOYS BY: MOORE

In part 8 of Blackmale, Richard Blowstein was taken into custody during a police raid and sent to a special school for boys.

Madison School, built in 1969, was originally intended to serve as the veterinary/agricultural extension of Chicago University. In 1979 the property, including the school building, dormitory, barns and 50 acres of farmland, was sold to the Madison School to serve as a home for troubled teenage boys. Boys of every race, creed and religion completed their high school education while learning about farming and animal husbandry. For many years Madison set the standard by which other privately owned, but state funded schools around the country were measured.

In recent years, however, due to lack of funding, academic and disciplinary standards had been relaxed. The number of staff personnel had been reduced while enrollment had increased to 150 boys. The school was over crowded, three boys to a room designed for two, and after lights out the boys were left unsupervised by the poorly paid, under qualified and over worked staff. Many of the boys were from broken or abusive homes, had drug problems, or had been arrested for gang related activities. As a result, their social skills and consideration for others was somewhat lacking.

By 2001 when Richard Blowstein arrived, Madison School was more like a prison than a high school. Stronger boys preyed on and dominated the weak. A homosexual like Richard was quickly found out and put to use by the boys at Madison. Within a week of his arrival, Richard had sucked off and been repeatedly fucked by his two black room mates. Within a month, his mouth and ass were available nightly to any boy on the floor who wanted a blow job or to fuck him.

Earl Conklin, Madison's 48 year old principal, smiled as he finished reading the report prepared by the state inspector sitting across from his desk. "I'm glad to see you gave us an overall satisfactory rating again this year, George, but I'm a little disappointed that you didn't rate us excellent in recreation. I thought you enjoyed the boy I sent you last night. Did the little fag do something wrong?"

George Stankey openly grabbed his crotch and said, "No, no, the blow job was fine and the cocksucker took my cum and piss ok, but his ass was too tight, I couldn't get my dick in him. At my age the old fuckstick doesn't get as hard as it used to. I need a boy who's been fucked a lot. A real pussy boy with a loose sphincter so I can sink my cock in, but tight inside, and not too old. You know I like my boy toys young, smooth and cute. Anyway Earl, that's only a draft of my final report. I can still change the rating if tonight's naked boy review is as good as last year and you find a fuckable kid for my 60 year old prick before I have to leave in the morning."

Conklin laughed and said, "Last years' review was good wasn't it. I graduated ten seniors from that group though. Shame we can't keep them here past 18. The kid who could suck his own dick, sold him to a club in Miami for $18,000. The black boy with a 13 inch cock went to Atlanta for $16,500 and I got $20,000 from the Senator for that asian boy who looked like he was 12 years old."

"How much is going to my Swiss account?"

"Let me just add in the last $31,000 for the 2 blond boys I shipped to Bangkok, and the cash from the film studio, plus..... which brings the total to $177,000, less expenses of....., makes your share $82,400. Nice piece of change for looking the other way while I sell the gay boys as slaves, porn stars and prostitutes."

"Not bad," Stankey agreed. "How's it looking for this year?"

"This year is going to be tough, George. I got a new kid with a lot of potential, but right now...., oh wait, let me flip on the closed circuit so we can watch the boys strip for swim class while we talk. I just love watching naked teenage boys, don't you George? Wish I could find a way to keep them naked all the time."

The two men and business partners turned their attention to the TV monitor where 20 boys were removing their clothes in the area just outside the pool. "Right now, George, I got 9 boys, no seniors, in the group. Each one's an experienced cocksucker and we'll make a few bucks renting them out for the day, but their too young to sell. We always get more boys joining the group during the year. You know, kids that get and give their first blow jobs in the dorm. It always amazes me how so many virgin young boys suck their first cock, albeit reluctantly, feel it spurt in their mouth, and turn into willing and eager cocksuckers. Any chance you can transfer some gay seniors from one of the other schools you inspect?"

"Ah, what'd you say, Earl? Transfer boys.... oh shit, would you look at cute butt on that kid. I got a hardon just watching these naked boys. Call in one of your cocksuckers. I need a blow job right now."

Conklin flipped the switch on the PA system. "Richard Blowstein, report to the principal's office at once." He shut down the system and turned to Stankey. "This is the new kid I mentioned, from Daley High School in Chicago. Seems the football team blackmailed him somehow and turned him into a cocksucking slut. The police found him in the back room of a bar with a dick in his ass and two dicks in his mouth."

"My kind of boy," Stankey muttered. "Do you think the fag's..."

A polite knock on the door interrupted Stankey's thought. "Come. Richard come in," Conklin said. "Close the door and lock it so we won't be disturbed. Say hello to Mr. Stankey. He wants to hear how you ended up here at Madison. Don't be afraid, you can speak freely."

The two men listened as Richard, tentatively at first, but slowly warming up to the task, described his first encounter with Reggie, Bull and Digger in his bedroom at home. How the three black boys forced him to suck their cocks, took pictures of him while he was doing it, and threatened to post the pictures on the internet, show them to his grandmother, his classmates, unless he volunteered to be the football team's mascot.

"I had no choice," Richard said evenly. "Reggie had loaded the pictures on my computer in a file named faggot and unless I agreed to become the team's mascot the whole world was gonna download pictures of me sucking black cock and with cum all over my face and drooling out of my mouth."

"Do you still have the.... ," Conklin started to ask, but quickly asked about his duties as team mascot instead. He could search Richard's computer for the faggot file and make a copy for himself when the kid was at class.

I went to all the games and practices, helped the players take off their cleats and pads, collected the soiled jerseys and jock straps for the laundry and cleaned up the locker room. When Reggie said it was ok I'd take off all my clothes, get on my knees and the players would line up for their blow jobs. Sometimes in the locker room and sometimes in the shower, but I never had to suck cock if another gym class or an outsider was around."

"Go on, Richard," Stankey encouraged.

"At first it was terrible and I cried all the time. I begged and pleaded with Reggie not to make me get naked in front of the team, not to make me a cocksucker, not to make me suck everybody's cock and make me swallow everybody's cum. Reggie laughed and said he owned me now, that I belonged to the team. He showed me a leather dog collar printed with Property of Daley Football and locked it around my neck.

I thought it would be better to let everybody, my classmates, even my grandma, see those awful pictures, but then, I don't know how to explain it, I began to change. I sort of got used to the smell of sweaty balls and jockstraps. My lips and tongue weren't sore and puffy anymore and my jaw muscles stopped getting cramps from all the hard sucking I was doing. I no longer gagged when a cock entered my throat or choked on the spurts of cum. The sharp taste of cum that was always present in mouth, no matter how many times I brushed my teeth or how much mouthwash I used, didn't bother me anymore. I didn't mind wearing the collar locked around my neck and being naked in front of people."

Conklin caught Stankey's eye and said in his principal like voice, "Why don't you get naked now, Richard, and tell Mr. Stankey and me how else you changed."

"I started to get hard Mr. Conklin like I am now, see," Richard said as he stepped out of jockey shorts and pointed to his erect penis, "and my nipples got erect too and sensitive. I began to enjoy sucking one cock after another and guys, lots of guys cumming in my mouth. It's like jerking off, only better cause the great feeling you get just before you cum didn't stop, as long as I had a dick or a load of cum in my mouth. When my mouth was empty the feeling went away."

"How come you're hard now, Richard."

"Just thinking about cock makes me hard and judging by the bulge in your pants Mr. Stankey, I think I might be getting lucky soon."

George Stankey stared at Richard's smooth body. "I'm partial to boy pussy myself. You get fucked a lot Richard?"

Richard knelt between George Stankey's legs and with ease of a well seasoned professional stripped the man naked. "I'll let you be the judge Mr. Stankey," Richard said with pride as he turned around and filled his ass with the man's reasonably hard cock. Earl Conklin shed his clothes and filled the cocksucker's mouth. Richard Blowstein had found a home.