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BOYZ BRUTAL TRAINING SCHOOL - Chapter 02 ________________________________________
by Danny Meyer
Copyright (C) July 25, 2000 by Danny Meyer
(Comments by email are very welcome.) sittinhome@hotmail.com ______________________________________________________________
WARNING: This was written for gay men and women. Some bi men and women may also enjoy it, as well as some straight men and women, who are curious. If you like male to male sex, and discipline, read on. This is a fictional story. None of this ever really happened. None of the people are real people. The story here is about sex and bodily pain, involving adult men, and young men in their teens, from 13 to age 22. So it's safe to assume, all the action is teen-to-teen, or teen-to-man. In other words, only gay stuff. The cast is male only. If you like, and you're allowed to read this, go for it. If not, have a good day. No hatred or discrimination here.
"There is a part of every man that wants to discipline, and a part of every young man, that aches for discipline."
***** CHAPTER 2 *****
Gordon: Owner of the training school
John: About to be hired to work at the school
Steve: (Stephen), a fifteen year-old, to be initiated now
Brian: Chief support boy, for Steve, during the initiation
Gregory: A Master, who will play a role in Steve's initiation
AT THE END OF CHAPTER ONE....
"We cheat a little."
"Cheat? What do you mean, Gordon?"
"All our initiates spend a week in a chastity belt, before they get to this ceremony. There's no way they can cum during that week. They're also closely monitored and supervised. We cheat, in that we do give them a special 'tea' before the initiation begins. All natural hormones, but, I suppose, you could call them drugs, arguably."
"I think, ahhhh... I approve."
I had to laugh to myself. John was drooling at the site of the 15 year-old."
"I'm glad, John. The curtain should open soon."
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"I can't believe that kid. He's 15? Damn. Slim little thing, but cute as hell, Gordon. What a tight little body. Wow! This 'tea' you give them, that you said you cheat with, isn't that going to make him come too soon?"
"Normally yes, but the lube we're having him use on his dick, has a hefty dose of benzocaine, which makes his dick much less sensitive--that means he'll get there, but more slowly.
"The tea mostly makes him horny, and gives him tremendous staying-power. I guess horny is not quite the right word. Insatiable, might fit better. He'll have that hardon for the next four hours, and if he's typical, his cock will be an inch (2.5 cm) longer by the time the night is out. He's got to work hard at it, to get himself to cum. He's under tremendous stress right now."
"He doesn't look stressed to me, Gordon, he looks like he's loving it, and about ready to cum. Cute little kid! Hell, naked, too! Sweet."
"Looks can be deceiving, John. Besides putting enough benzocaine in his lubricant, to kill about 80 percent of the feeling in his penis, we also told him he has a five-minute limit, and if he doesn't cum in 5 minutes, it's back to the chastity belt--for two weeks, this time."
"Why so harsh, Gordon? I mean, the poor kid--give him a break."
"Breaks have to be earned, here, John. He needs to learn, starting right now, that we mean what we say, and that if he acts against our instructions, the consequences are severe, precise, and immediate."
"The kid DOES look like he's sweating it, now. How do you know when to open the curtain?"
"You mean, how do we know our naked, young initiate is going to cum?"
"Yes. Can you really know for sure?"
"Actually, we CAN, John. Do you see those wires, they look like they're coming out from behind his knee?"
"Yes, I see them. I hadn't noticed them before."
"Those wires, on the boy's legs, go up to his perineum. They are attached to a small sensor there, that measures the unmistakable pulses of his impending orgasm."
"Sorry, Gordon, but, refresh me--the perineum?"
"That stretch of sensitive area, between the scrotum and rectum. It pulses wildly, all through an orgasm."
"Ah, now I got it. Thanks, Gordon."
"We cheat a little, there, too."
"Not again," John said, smiling, "What now?"
"When the pulses begin, we send a little high frequency AC current to the same conductors. It gives the initiate a tingle over his entire pubic region."
"Are you saying you bring him over the top, electrically?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying, John."
"Gordon, I think the kid's going to start coming!"
"Just wait, and see."
"The sound system is great, by the way. I can hear him starting to moan. Look at the flush in his upper body!"
"Yes, John, and look at him gritting his teeth, and stroking harder. I forgot to mention, initiates are warned not to EVER stop stroking, under penalty of a back whipping--not a gentle one."
"Looks like he's going to pull that sweet dick right off!"
I could see John was entirely captivated by this young initiate, Steve--who was doing a fine job of sweating, moaning, and stroking a very seductive-looking, six, cut inches of pure, smooth, very hard, boy meat. Steve began to look as if he had run the marathon--flushed a deep red--inhaling and exhaling with quick, powerful breaths, that blew the sweat off his nose.
Steve was a beautiful, thin boy, about 5 foot 9, 130 pounds, (175 cm, 59 Kg). His blue eyes and light brown hair stunningly complemented his flawless, golden skin. You could see the boy alternately struggling between tremendous effort, and the rewarding feelings of his intense stroking.
His, "Uhhhs" and "Ahhhs" became distinctly louder.
"There go the curtains, John!"
Poor Steve! The look of utter shock, on the naked boy's face, was indescribable. The horny, young lad's eyes widened, to large saucers. The poor boy, recently turned fifteen, looked like he was experiencing his worst nightmare. Not only was a crowd of about 200 people seeing him fully naked, but watching him masturbate. That was enough to make his entire body blush to a crisp, red color. Only the threat of a brutal whipping kept the lad's hand from leaving his hungry-looking, desperate penis, and kept him pumping madly--as a mixture of fear, shock, pleasure, and fierce embarrassment swept over the innocent boy.
You had to realize the composition and positioning of the members of the audience, to appreciate the scene, fully. I explained it to John.
This boy's name was Stephen, or Steve, and Steve was the eighth and last boy to be initiated, today. The seven others, who were initiated just before Steve, were standing, in a row, left to right, facing, and closest to the stage. A few feet behind them, were several rows of seated newcomers, who had been initiated within the last few months. Behind them, were the remaining residents and the masters, all seated, who could watch two, giant, high-resolution monitors, from the back of the auditorium, for a "better then life-size" display of the proceedings. A few masters preferred to stand at the very back of the theatre, commenting to each other as the initiation progressed.
To the left of the seven other initiates, were the "goldens"--a group of boys honored for their outstanding performance, in training. Their counterpart, to the right of the seven, were the "cum boys," who had the worst performance, in the current month. The cum boys would be used as "utility boys," serving the goldens in the further processing of the current initiates.
"Further processing. I can't wait to see what that is," John said, with a smile.
"Now you're catching on, John."
The seven recent initiates were separated into two groups, by a raised platform, which was reserved for Steve--the boy masturbating, on stage, now.
Steve's whole body shook, as he said a loud, "Oh God!" --as much in preparation for his orgasm, as his feeling of dread at jacking off, in front of an audience--not to mention eventually shooting his precious and private boy seed, in view of all. You could almost hear a cry, in his voice.
"This is it, John."
Steve's knees weakened, and the arms of the support held him up, as his first giant spurt of adolescent cum, shot out into the audience.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!! OH GOD!" The frightened boy yelled, in strong, guttural, but boyish tones, as his powerful cum stream flew over the row of standing initiates, and splashed on various boys in the front rows.
"Jesus! That looked like he shot 10 feet, Gordon!" John shouted, almost as loud as the boy.
"It looked close to that, John."
The boy's blush deepened, as another frenzied shout escaped his lips, and his strong stream of cum sailed through the air, again baptizing the boys in the front rows.
"I suppose it helps that Steve's much higher than the audience."
"You catch on quickly, John," I said, smiling.
Over and over, moans and squirts came from the painfully horny, humiliated boy--overwhelmed with sexual desire. His angelic face flushed crimson, until he was exhausted, and leaning wholly on the wooden support behind him--his hand, penis, and portions of the auditorium well coated with his potent, young seed.
Steve was given a standing ovation, as he was, by far, the longest distance cummer of the lot, and gave an outstanding appearance and performance.
"John, Steve was picked, deliberately, to be last, for several reasons. He shoots the farthest, he has the lowest tolerance for pain, (as in, paddling), and he has an amazingly strong erection."
"And phenomenal good looks. The kid sure knows how to wank that beautiful cock, I'll say that."
"More than that, John, he has actual strength, in his penis, as if there were extra muscles, strengthening his penis-- shoring it up--like muscle upon muscle, supporting the thing. And his hip and lower body strength are exceptional."
"Damn. I never thought I'd get a hardon over a little kid," said John, enthralled with the sight of the boy.
"He's not that little, John. Besides, you've got more than a hardon there."
Puzzled, John looked down at himself. He blushed at the precum spot on his tan trousers.
"Don't blush John. I've already cum. Steve wasn't the only one jacking off! Steve's a very sexy 15 year-old."
"What's happening now, where are those two boys going?"
"They came from the right side, so they're cum boys. They'll help Steve walk down the steps to the floor, and walk him over to the raised platform, then up the steps of the platform, and steady him, up there."
"Gordon, what happens then?"
"Do you see that guy walking down the aisle, toward the stage? That's our youngest and strongest master. He's 23 years old, and..."
"And built like a brick shithouse. What a hunk. Damn, look at his muscles!"
"That's the master that's going to give it to Steve."
"Give it, Gordon?"
"Paddle him. Give him his first paddling. We don't like to waste time, breaking in these boys. Ten jolting whacks of a hard, flat, maple paddle. Dipped in water first, of course."
"Yeah, I read that in one of your articles. That makes it hurt, more, if I remember right."
"To say the least John, it makes it hurt more."
"A paddling ok, Gordon, but in public, damn. You really DON'T believe in giving a kid a break!"
"A little humiliation helps take the cockiness out of these boys."
"As long as it doesn't impair their cocks."
"Good one, John. Good one." I had to laugh at that. "As a matter of fact it usually helps their cocks. The 'aftereffect' of the paddling tends to be rather erotic. For many boys, the paddling itself can be sexually arousing."
"Incredible! I think the master himself is pretty incredible, too, Gordon."
"Rightly so. Dark brown hair, bright green eyes, stunning physique, and 6 foot 2, 200 pounds, (188 cm, 91 Kg), with thick, uncut meat, measuring 9 inches, (23 cm)."
John whistled, in admiration. Another part of John also seemed to be admiring the master. "Are most of the guys uncut?"
"About half and half, John. There's enough of both kinds to go around, I assure you."
"That guy is so built, he looks like he could knock the poor kid right off that platform."
"He can, John, and he would, except for the cum boys, whose job it is to hold Steve in place."
"Gordon, what's with the baby powder?"
"The cum boys put it on their hands, to make sure they don't lose their grip on Steve. They will be subject to--let's just say--severe pain, if they fail to hold him."
"No breaks at all, for these kids. You guys are real bastards!"
"Yes, we are, John, but good bastards."
"I know, I know, Gordon, it builds character....... ...I know it's building something in my pants, just thinking of that little, white, 15 year-old butt getting whacked, red, by that guy."
"I fully acknowledge the dual-effect, John."
"What are they waiting for? It looks like everyone is in their right position, frozen like statues."
"A pause for tension. It makes the fear build up in the boy, before Gregory really lets him have it. Greg, that's the masters name."
"Holy shit! It's working. It's making ME nervous, Gordon!"
"You'll get over it."
We both watched, as Greg took a backswing of amazing speed and power, and even more quickly, swung the paddle forward.
WHACK!!!!
"UHHHHHHH!! OW!! OW!! NO, PLEASE, NO! NO!!"
Steve was very vocal. And very arousing.
On it went. Each colossal whack was worse that the previous one. Little Steve's tiny boy-butt wasted no time showing a delicious, red color, that deepened with each stroke. His primal screams, became more ear-shattering, and saturated with pain, as the beating progressed, and the slender boy voiced his youthful agony.
The noises of the whacks themselves sounded angry, raw, and punishing. The poor boy's body jolted forward, so harshly, at each thundering, excruciating blow, that the two cum boys soon worked up a sweat, and had difficulty just trying to hang on to the unfortunate, little lad.
You could tell, by the way Greg wound up, that this final whack would be no ordinary application of the paddle to a young boy's smooth, innocent ass. It was lightning quick, and Greg put his whole, muscled, 200 pound body into it.
CRRRRRRRACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeoooooooooooooooooooo!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," screamed the boy.
The audience went wild, and I was sure that hardons were throbbing all over the place--just looking at the cute, horny fifteen year-old, in his current condition. The charms of Steve's youthful face and body were truly irresistible.
The master bowed to the applause, and left the platform. Steve, the naked, exhausted initiate, seemed to wilt visibly. Three goldens, two with oil bottles, rushed up to Steve, now shaking, uncontrollably, and two of them proceeded to rub him with oil, including his well-shaped and well-reddened, little butt, and the third golden boy knelt, and began to slowly, gently, suck on Steve's strikingly beautiful, erect penis.
"That tea you gave Steve must be some powerful stuff, if it could keep the kid hard, through the beating he just got."
"It's powerful enough, John. This rubbing is to soothe Steve, now, and calm him down. The boy sucking has the toughest job."
"Toughest? Well, I'll volunteer, next time, Gordon."
"If Steve cums while that boy is sucking him, Steve won't be blamed, but that that boy sucking him will be tortured, publicly, and it won't be a pretty sight."
"I thought that if a kid came at the wrong time, the kid that came got the punishment. Now, I'm confused, Gordon."
"The rules are different with a new initiate. The boy doing the sucking has all the burden on him, and he's been well trained to know when another boy is cumming--he has a very experienced mouth. He's been given explicit orders NOT to have the initiate cum, at this time."
"How old are those other boys?"
"Brian Madison, the golden who's sucking Steve, is 14. He's a real prize--petite, fair, slender, shy, with a beautiful uncut penis. You'll get to see him in ball training, tomorrow, in one of our many "chairs." Brian loves to suck--seems to live for it. The remaining boys, on the platform, are 13."
"Damn! Won't Steve cum now?"
"No, the tension is still too high, and the benzocaine is still kicking in, big time."
"Ball training? I won't even ask! What are they doing, now? I see another paddle."
I explained to John, that Steve would now get a gentler, barely painful, paddling, while Brian sucked Steve, slowly.
"What's the point? And why gentle?"
"It's a kind of welcome--the boy being consoled by his peers, so to speak. Mainly, we want the boys to associate pain with pleasure, as soon as possible. This helps them get the mindset of a sub--helps them to begin to like the pain, as you saw Warren doing earlier. Gentle, because a beginner can't make that association, if it's too painful."
"You guys are devils. Demonically clever."
"An old, old principle, at work, John."
As Brian sucked Steve, and the other two goldens paddled him, the two cum boys licked Steve's nuts, to prevent any of Brian's spit from dropping to the platform's floor. The paddling thrust Steve's aching, adolescent penis into Brian's anxious mouth, with every tender touch of the smooth paddles. The positions the cum boys assumed were quite acrobatic, and very arousing, as well. I doubted there was a soft cock in the entire building.
"See the guy in the corner, John? That's the MC. He'll be talking soon, announcing the next part of the initiation."
"I see those boys did a good job, Gordon. Steve looks much more relaxed. Still shaky though. I guess after those incredibly hard whacks..."
The little assembly left the platform, and the MC mounted the platform, in their place, and began to speak.
"I call initiate, Stephen C. Harrington, to the platform."
It may have seemed a bit strange, to John, that the MC was calling the boy who was just up on the platform, but that was part of the formality--just how it was done, here.
"That's our BOY!" I said to John, a little too eagerly, and with a sudden, lustful feeling of attachment, to Steve.
John smiled absently, content to gaze at the boys.
Steve took the lead, up the platform's steps, with Brain right behind him, supporting Steve, physically, when necessary.
"Shit! Steve looks like he's shaking."
The MC handed Steve a paper, and spoke.
"Stephen, have you agreed to all these things, for your initiation, and for the remainder of your time, here?"
Steve was petrified. His horrified blush could be seen, without the aid of the monitors, from the back row.
"I'd sure like to know what's on that paper."
"I'll tell you later, John."
The beautiful boy in question finally found some semblance of a voice, and began to reply to the MC.
"Uh, y..yes sir. I do, s..sir.... Agree, sir." Steve, the sweet sounding lad, tried to sound as strong and brave as a young boy could, under the difficult circumstances.
The charming lad was absolutely trembling, as Brian held the poor boy up, by his armpits.
"Damn, Gordon, the kid's got a sexy voice."
"Well, John, I'll send him up tonight, instead of the 18 year-old?"
"Holy shit. You know, I'm tempted to say yes. I just don't think I could deal with seeing his bruised butt, yet."
"OK, John. Watch. You think the boy is red from embarrassment now, just wait. The MC is about to ask him a series of, you might say, 'sensitive' questions."
"Stephen Harrington," --poor little Steve jumped, as he heard the MC speak, and the voice boomed over the public address system-- "Do you jack off, regularly?"
"Iiiihhhhh," came a flustered, high pitched squeak of mortification, from Steve, whose face contorted with embarrassment. "Oh, God," the poor boy whispered, softly, as he looked down, at the floor, followed by a rather sensual exhalation of utter defeat. "Ah... yes ... ...I do, sir."
I found it compellingly erotic, to see the little lad's tender Adam's apple bounce, solemnly, right before he said, 'I do, sir.' It was then, that I noticed the intensely graceful, sharp jaw-line, of this adorable boy. Not to mention his perfect, sensual, red lips, that seemed to beg to have something warm, between them.
"Stephen, how many times a day do you jack off?"
"Ohmm G... um, four sir."
A round of applause came from the younger residents, obviously encouraging Steve, and somewhat impressed with his answer.
"Stephen, have you ever sucked another boy's penis? ...Stephen, do you think about boys when you masturbate? ...Stephen, have you ever had sex with any of your brothers? ...Stephen, have you ever fucked a boy? ...Stephen, how many times have you been fucked? ...Do you like being fucked, Stephen?"
And so it went, embarrassing question, after question-- Stephen bravely answering each one, with his little voice quivering pathetically, until the shaken, young lad was crying, from the relentless humiliation--magnified by his perpetual, young, magnificent erection, continually and unavoidably, on public display.
Yet, the ceremony was far, far from over.
The little boy held up well, though--so far--all things considered. The slender, fifteen year-old's hardon also held up well--still throbbing--thick, red and proud--it's unrelenting pounding keeping his impressive penis sticking almost straight up. Precum flowed from it, in copious amounts, keeping the cum boys busy, licking Stephen's sweet nectar off the floor.
In the audience, the 13 and 14 year-olds, were on their knees, orally servicing the other boys--15 to 20 years old. Shrieks and groans of orgasm, and near-orgasm, could he heard, sporadically-- a sort of slow, random emergence of arousing, sensual sounds.
There was one boy, who was not present, for the initiation. He was in a very special place. Above the din of the initiation ceremony, his blood-curdling scream pierced the festivities.
It was striking, how similar the squeaks and moans of the boys' orgasms were to the wails of pain.
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