Loving Boyz Blissful Torture - Chapter 4 ___________________________________________________________
An erotic fantasy by Pete Marenga. (c) 2003, Pete Marenga.
All names, places, and personalities are pure fantasy, and do not, have not, and cannot exist in the real world. ___________________________________________________________
SETH, 17, newly arrived inductee of the school JASON, 20, newly arrived inductee of the school BRENT, 15, Jason's brother, also an inductee DON, 28, school employee, escorting Jason MICHAEL, 27, school employee, escorting Seth (an inductee is a new student) _______________________________________________
CHAPTER 4
During Kevin's spanking, Jason noticed that a river of precum flowed from Seth's erection. Of course, Jason's hard dick wasn't too far behind, as he watched his friend Seth slap the hairbrush down on cute Kevin's butt, and took in the reactions of all the others around--little Chad, and Matt and Mark.
After that, the induction progressed quickly. All inductees swore to loyalty to the school and its ideals, as well as obedience to its special rules, in one of two final ceremonies.
The inductees were not yet considered current students. That status would come a bit later.
A line of kneeling fifteen and sixteen-year-old current students provided the finale to the induction ceremony--they each gave 10 seconds of sucking to each of the inductees. Given that there were thirty-one inductees, that was only about 5 minutes of blow jobs, so the moderator kindly allowed the blue-balled new boys to go through the line 3 times. So, each of the inductees was sucked for a grand total of 30 seconds. On their way out of the auditorium, many of the newly-inducted boys complained about the final segment of the ceremony.
"I was doing ok until those kids sucked us," Seth said to Jason. "Now my balls are really hurtin.'"
"Shit!" Jason said, "I've been dying the whole time. I don't get it--I watched your dick the whole time you were spanking Kevin and you looked like you were ready to pop."
As Jason finished his comment, he began to blush.
"Oh, I see," Seth said, "you watched my dick."
"No, wait!" Jason said, "It wasn't like that. It's just--"
"Jason--it's ok. I think it means you're really interested in me and not just a--you know, for . . . not just sex." Seth blushed miserably after trying to redeem himself from the verbal mess he'd created.
"Yeah, I know what you mean, Seth. No sweat. You're right-- I don't just wanna fuck you, I wanna suck you off, too," Jason muttered with a huge grin.
"You fucker! Here I thought you were getting serious."
"I WAS!"
"And I was starting to like you."
"Save it for tonight--you'll like me better then," Jason said. Both boys laughed.
"Oh sure! Easy for you to say. You're not the one who's having a thick piece of meat up their ass, tonight."
"Well, um," Jason said, blushing badly, "that's not exactly right."
"What? You? Jason? Getting fucked? WHO?"
"Matt. He just laid down the law."
"Holy shit."
"I don't even wanna get fucked, much less by him!"
"Jason--you're kidding. Don't you think Mark and Matthew are two totally hot dudes?"
"Yeah. That's not the point, though. If I were going to change my mind and get fucked, it would be YOU I'd want, not one of the twins."
"Thanks Jason. Well, I don't know if you noticed, but--my dick is bigger than . . . . Is that why you--"
"Yeah, I know--you're bigger than them, but . . . it's not the size, it's the person. Yeah, Matt's hot, but I don't know him. I know you--and you're cute and I like you. And--"
"Ok," Seth said, "I get it. That's sweet, Jason."
"Thanks. But that's only one part of my problems. I haven't told you about my brother yet."
"What about him?"
"His name's Brent. He's fifteen," Jason said.
"Cool. I bet you'll have a lot to tell him when you go back home."
"Brent's not home. He's here. And I know he's scared."
"I'm sorry," Seth said. "It's just that I wished I could have a brother."
"It's ok--it's just that I applied for this--I mean, to transfer to your age group, so I could be here for him."
This brought a smile to Seth's face. "Cool! COOL!" Seth yelled.
"Why the celebration?"
"Jason, don't you see? I was thinking you'd go off into the MEN'S group and I'd never see you ag--"
"Oh, I get it. Tonight was going to be a farewell mercy fuck. I see how you are," Jason said with a wide grin.
Seth went wide-mouthed with shock--that is, until he saw the silly smile on Jason's face. "You came THIS close to a punch in the balls, man," Seth said with a cute grin, as Matt suddenly came up behind him.
"Hey guys," Matt said, half out of breath, "don't plan on punching each other. The people at this school aren't finished beating your butts yet. And don't say I told you."
"Yeah, I kinda figured," Jason said.
Seth looked very surprised at hearing this news. "You knew?" he said, looking at Jason?
"No. I mean--I didn't know but it just seemed obvious," Jason said.
"AH!" Seth yelled, after carelessly hitting his balls with his hand. "Shit, that hurt. Not used to walking around naked."
"Oh! Jason," Matt said, "That guy--damn, what's his name-- Don, said not to go back and meet him in the circle. He said he'd catch up to you."
"Ok, cool. Thanks, Matt. What about you Seth? Do you have to meet Michael?"
"Not that I know of. Michael didn't say anything, one way or the other."
"Ahem!" Matt said, getting the boys' attention, "That's because the headmaster himself asked me to be the guide for you two, plus any stray BOYS we may see wandering around."
"What about the rest of the inductees?" Seth asked.
"The inductees have been split up into small groups like this, to make it easier to show you around and take you to some of the different training classes."
"Yeah, what exactly is this training stuff, anyway?" Jason asked.
"You'll see as we go along," Matt said, looking down at some papers. "Ok--first stop is room 208. We're on the second floor here, as you know."
"Ok, wait," Jason said. "Before you take us in, tell us what's going on in there."
"It'll be self-explanatory, but, ok. Inside this room is blow-job training."
Both Jason and Seth laughed.
"Don't laugh. ALL lessons here are serious. And if you mess up, you get punished.
"PUNISHED?" Seth said. "What is this school? A throwback to the Middle Ages?"
"Doesn't that sound weird?" Jason said, "Imagine going home to mom, and saying, 'Gee--I got punished for not giving a guy a good blow job.'"
"Not quite," Matt said, ignoring Jason and speaking to Seth, "but along that line."
"That's not fair!" Seth said.
"So, what kind of punishment?" Jason asked, resigned to the facts of life according to Matthew and the Lawrence Geuorman school for boys.
"Well, I'm not allowed to tell you--but it's no secret. You'll be finding out real soon," Matt said, as he knocked on the door to the blow job class.
The instructor, clad only in Speedos, answered the door, "Oh --you must be the inductees," he said in a strong, friendly voice. "I'm Bob LePold."
"Well," Matt said, blushing, shaking hands with the man, and pointing to Jason and Seth, "these two are."
The class of 12 thirteen-year-old boys quieted themselves down to zero sound. All eyes were glued to Jason and Seth--in particular, their rampant erections.
The teacher leaned in very closely and spoke to Jason and Seth. "Do you mind if they touch you?" Bob said, "I've been telling my students all afternoon that they would get to see some older boys with fully-grown penises and touch them."
The students, themselves, looked like they were drooling.
"Sure, we don't mind," Jason said confidently. "That would be fine."
"Actually," Matt whispered to Jason and Seth, "you guys aren't allowed to mind, or object. Sorry, you're sorta stuck. The teachers and masters will be totally polite about it, though."
"Oh, no sweat," Seth said, obviously captivated and catching the eye of some bigger, older-looking thirteen year old. Jason got behind Seth, so close, it was almost obscene.
"Cradle-robber," Jason whispered to Seth, out of earshot of the others.
This gave Seth the unwanted distinction of entering the classroom with a full, facial blush.
The boys in the class were also naked, a fact which, for Seth, eased tensions, somewhat, feeling that put him and the students on equal footing. Many of the students were in stages of partial erection. A few were fully hard. The instructor introduced Seth and Jason to his class.
"All right, boys," Bob said to his students, "before we line up and have you touch Jason and Seth, I thought it would be a good idea for us you to demonstrate your new skills. Let's see, Brian, you were voted the best, I think--kneel here.
A very erect and very cute-looking boy stood, then knelt, where Bob had pointed. Apparently this was the boy voted as giving the best blow-job.
"Now let's see," Bob said, which resulted in an ocean of raised hands. Bob was getting ready to pick out the lucky recipient of Brian's skilled mouth work. "Alan--you be the horny guy that gets sucked."
"Yes, sir," Alan said, trying to sound casual.
The two poor lads, Jason and Seth, were beside themselves with lust, watching the two younger boys, one sucking the other, and move and squirm as young boys do. Their cocks were complaining just watching the young pair. The worst of it was when Alan came--he shot quite a load, about six hard shots, doing a fantastic job of decorating Brian's cute face.
Judging by the furtive grimaces on Jason and Seth's faces, their blue balls and general discomfort from denied orgasm was worsening distinctly.
After thanking Brian and Alan, the instructor told his thirteen-year-old boys to line up. "Ok, guys--do not slap or yank any part of them, and do not hit or squeeze their balls," Bob said, referring to Seth and Jason, who were about to get felt up by all twelve little boys. "You can squeeze their cocks and give them a few gentle pulls, but that's about it. No jerking them off." Then Bob told Jason and Seth how to give the signal if either of them should feel that they were getting close to cumming.
Both boys knew the severe penalty for cumming before your time, and were not about to disobey.
"Fuck! This is like getting jerked off by the whole class," Jason said, as each young student felt, rubbed, pulled and generally inspected every inch of their privates.
"Oh, God," Seth moaned, rolling his head from side to side and giving the signal that he was too close.
The torture of being touched was finally over, when the teacher announced to his class that it would be impolite for the visitors to leave without at least a sample of the sucking skills the students had acquired in the class.
"Oh, God, no--I don't know if I can take anymore sucking or licking on my dick," Seth said.
"You said it! I don't want anyone or anything touching my dick right now. God--I never thought I'd be saying this!"
It was very tricky, not to mention sensual--in addition to painful for Jason and Seth--to receive what amounted to twelve blow jobs each. To add insult to injury, when either boy signaled that he was close to cumming, the instructor had one of his students paddle the super-pleasured, older teen.
These were not pampered-schoolboy paddlings. The strokes were delivered with Herculean force--the big kid with the paddle apparently knew what he was doing with his long wooden instrument. The horrible-sounding smacks of wood on bare skin, followed by gruesome shouts and screams from a young man and a boy, proved the grievousness of the "cool-down" procedure-- designed to take the boy's minds off their well teased cocks.
By the time the pair of them left Bob's classroom, they were shaking with lust, denial, pain, and humiliation.
"It was so embarrassing yelling out in pain, like that," Seth said out in the hallway, to Jason--who wanted to hear none of it, as it was also acutely embarrassing for the older boy just to contemplate.
"I don't know which is worse, the pain in my balls or the pain in my butt," Seth said.
"I think they're about equal," Jason said, as he lightly tapped Seth's balls while he wasn't looking.
"Shit, shit, that HURTS!" Seth said, his body recoiling from the contact."
Seth, not to be outdone, quickly smacked Jason's swollen, red butt-cheeks.
"OW! Fuck, my butt is sore!" It was apparent that in spite of the pain Jason and Seth had just delivered one to the other, their sympathy for each other far outweighed anything else.
As Matt opened the second door on this tour, the two inductees saw a very large room. All 29 of the other inductees were there. Both Jason and Seth were stunned at seeing the full slate of inductees, plus the large crowd in the room.
"I thought you said we were on our own little private tour, and would stay split up into our small group, just you, me, and Seth," Jason said to Matt.
"Yeah, I know what you mean, Jason. This is just a little detour."
The scene was similar to the induction process conducted by Don and the headmaster--except these were BOYS (ages 15- 19) in charge.
"Good news, men: You've already earned your stripes," a tall, thin, healthy-looking 16-year-old boy said proudly. "Now, we will give them to you." The stunning lad waved a wicked- looking tawse in the air--one about 3 feet long, 3 inches wide, with the business end cut into nine strips about one-third of an inch wide. Between the wide part of the leather and the vicious, thin whipping strips, it was obvious this huge leather instrument of pain was of the heavy-duty variety.
"Wait a second," Seth said loudly, "I thought--"
"Not so loud, Seth," Matt said, although the youthful emcee did not hear Seth's remark, "There was never a promise that you or Jason would escape additional training."
"Training--yeah, I love how you guys use that word," Seth said softly but sarcastically. Jason nodded his assent.
"Remember, I'm on YOUR side," Matt said quietly, apparently understanding how the procedures could seem unfair to new students-to-be, such as Jason and Seth.
This was to be a very special initiation.
To maximize the intimidation of the inductees, the boy emcee, Kevin Wunderly, lined them up youngest first. This was the first time the 12, 13, and 14-year-olds were included in any of the activities involving Seth and Jason. A small, frightened-looking huddle of 12 and 13 year-olds stood at the head of the line.
Jason and Seth were open-mouthed--shocked at the possibility that the very small boys would be subject to the same heavy-duty tawse that was to be used on the older boys and men.
"They're not gonna . . . use that wicked thing on those little guys, are they?" Jason said to no one in particular.
"No, Jase," Matt said, just as a smaller, thinner version of the leather device was delivered to Kevin. This brought visible and audible sighs of relief to Seth and Kevin, who still looked nervous and sad for the younger boys, although their erections throbbed more incessantly as they gawked at the naked crew of boys they had not laid eyes on until now.
"You and Jason sixty-nine," Matt said authoritatively. "No sucking. Just lick when I tell you."
Kevin and Seth obeyed immediately. The boys gave themselves little smiles--in hopes that they could get each other off unnoticed.
"Don't even think about it," Matt said.
"Four for the young ones, six for the rest," Kevin, the youthful emcee said. This was followed by slaps of the tawse and screams from the smaller boys, as the powerful leather stung their sensitive backs.
Jason and Seth had to suffer through watching the painful strapping on one of the many wide-screen video monitors, and following Matt's instructions to lick each other's erection in time with the smacks and screams of the boys being initiated.
The emcee was finished processing the YOUNG ONES, and turned to the BOYS, "Of course, the strokes will be much worse for the older boys."
Seth and Jason looked at the young emcee, and gulped.
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