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BOYS SCHOOL [ part 1 ] This is my first story ever, so i hope you enjoy it. I plan on it being quite lengthy and updating it very often. Unfortunately there is nothing hot in the forward, just getting the less fun background out of the way. I'm not going to give anything away but I plan on the perspective of the story to rotate among the 4 main characters (in 1st person). Also as a little disclaimer; as well as bondage and all that fun stuff im really into school uniforms so that will also be heavily included and emphasized on. although if your not into that it shouldn't really detract at all. I'm updating tomorrow with a much larger and juicer chapter. Ok I'll shut up now. Enjoy. Forward I consider myself a humanitarian. A compassionate humanitarian. Don't get me wrong, I love my work, but the real reason I do it is for the kids. Kids whom, without my help, likely would never discover their true potential or realize there true passions. My name is not terribly important, but if you need one in order to feel comfortable reading this, you may call me Henry Smith. Now to this charity work I have been speaking of. I run a boys school of sorts up in north western Maine. This school however is different from most. It is run out of my humble mansion and one hundred acre property. I am the only staff member, and the school only has three pupils at a time. Once they graduates, they are replaced by a new class. Like most schools, ours goal is to prepare our students for the rest of their lives. The manor in which this is accomplished however, is unconventional to say the least. We teach boys aged thirteen through sixteen how to be sex slaves to wealthy men. For three years each boy is rigorously trained how to be a proper house boy. Upon graduation, each boy is presented to there new masters, whom all have agreed to take care of the boy. In exchange, our boys serve their masters for life. Since our boys are the best that can be found, extensive background checks are done on all men who apply for a boy. Thousands of applicants are received over the course of the three years the boys are in training, and unfortunately, only three of the said applicants are able to receive a boy. I shall not bore you with details of the extensive application process, but all masters must be between twenty and thirty, extremely wealthy, healthy, and know how to treat and take care of a boy. The application process for the boys however is quite a bit different. I personally dig up the boys from the dark corners of the internet. I often find them poking around BDSM chat rooms or websites. When I find one, I discreetly begin the application process. All boys I consider must have an interest in submission to another man. They must be thirteen or almost thirteen. They must also be strikingly beautiful, intelligent, innocent, and kind individuals. All boys must also have a poor home life or relationship with their parents. After all other aspects check out, I invite the boy to run away from home and come live with me. The only way for a pupal to be accepted is for them to directly refuse my offer. This may seem odd however there is a reason. Those boys who accept my offer are those who will ultimately end up in the lifestyle, with or without my help. Those who refuse are those who would enjoy the lifestyle, but themselves do not have the courage to actively pursue it. It's my job to show them that they will enjoy it, and to make them enjoy it for the rest of their lives. Once I've decided on my new class, I hire some “friends” to go fetch the boys for me and bring them to school. They do a very good job with little mess. Since a prerequisite for acceptance is a poor home life, very little effort is usually placed in recovering the missing boys and poof, after a month or two, the heat is completely off and they are forgotten. This is when their new life may begin. This story is about a specific class of mine, the class of 2010. A class whom, in particular, experienced exceptional hardships and triumphs, and is the class that I will never forget. |