BOYS SCHOOL

BY BOYNJ

[ part 2 ]

The First Day

The date was August 22nd, 2007. The time was 3:00 PM. It was a very exciting day. Our newest class of boys was to arrive any minute. I was especially excited about this group of boys, the class of 2010. This class was likely to be the most physically beautiful group of boys our school had ever seen. The flip side of this was that, some of them, seemed particularly strong willed. Although training a strong willed boy is more difficult than a naturally passive boy, it is also much more rewarding when they finally fall into line and accept their place in the world.

We were expecting the arrival of all three boys on this day; Jacob, Matthew, and Eric. I had extensively interviewed all of the boys via the internet, as is policy before any boy is considered for acceptance, and I felt I had a good understanding of all the boys and the backgrounds they came from. Jacob was the youngest of the three, about twelve and three quarters, and was also the physically smallest; about five foot and ninety-seven pounds. He had bright blue eyes, a small mouth and nose, and a blond bowl cut on top of his head. All and all he was a pedophiles dream boy. Jacob was from a rural village in the United Kingdom. Like most of our pupils, Jacob came from a poor family. His father abandoned his mother when she got pregnant, and his mother cared more about sex than about Jacob. Jacob attended the local school in his village, were he tended to be the quiet boy few people noticed. What attracted me to Jacob the most was his shyness, yet under this shyness he gave off the feel of being a true submissive.

The second oldest of the boys was Matthew, hailing from Greenwich, Connecticut. Matthew was different from most of our accepted boys because he came from a wealthy, high class family. His parents however never intended on having children. During the school year Matthew was shipped off to boarding school and during the summer he was shipped off to summer camp. He rarely saw his parents at all. When they did see him they felt that showering him with gifts would make up for the love and support his life had lacked all year. Physically, Matthew was stunning. His perfectly straight brown hair reached just above his shoulders. His face was a bit thinner than Jacobs and accented with just a few freckles under his deep brown eyes. Standing five foot three inches and one hundred and three pounds, Matthew was, like Jacob, a walking wet dream. Through his years of wealth, Matthew had come to expect what he wanted when he wanted it, and had learned to work the system to his benefit, learning to insincerely submit to superiors to accomplish his goals. Overall this kid begged for discipline, and he was going to receive it.

Our final new pupils name was Eric. Eric was the oldest of the three boys at an ancient thirteen and a half. From the start I knew Eric would likely be the toughest boy I would ever have to break. At this point in my career I had trained so many boys it had become almost tedious, and I felt I needed a challenge in order to keep myself sharp. That is why I chose Eric. Eric was a strong willed boy from Los Angeles, California. Eric's mother died when he was young and his father was a corrupt cop who beat Eric often. Long ago Eric learned how to take care of himself. Now Eric faced the greatest challenge he had ever faced in his life, letting someone else take care of him. The streets had made Eric tougher and less innocent than the other boys. Since his father provided him with nothing, Eric learned to steal and manipulate in order to get what he needed to survive. Since he didn't own a computer, he would go to the public library to surf bondage related chartrooms, were I inevitably ran into him. Eric was tall, about five foot seven inches. He was also a bit more muscular than the other boys, which wasn't saying much. He weighed in at about one hundred and twenty pounds. He had a slim face and dirty blond curly hair. He looked more fourteen of fifteen than thirteen.

The time had come to meet the boys face to face. I knew they had arrived when I saw an orange Uhaul rolling up the long gravel driveway towards my estate. As it pulled up next to the marble stairs up to the front door, two large muscular men climbed out of the drivers cab. At this point I payed my “friends”. After payment had been received the men opened the back door of the Uhaul. Inside sat three burlap sacks. My friends informed me that the boys had been in the sacks over a day and would likely be covered in there own urine and fecal matter. Because of this, I had the men take the sacks directly inside and left to my shower room. This was a tile room, resembling a World War Two gas chamber, with shower heads all along the ceiling. We each carried a sack to the room. I could feel a small body moving a bit inside the sack, however it was clear the boy had given up struggling long ago. Once we arrived in my shower room, I dismissed my friends. I was finally alone with my new class. Three burlap sacks lined the floor. At this point I stripped down to my birthday suit and turned on the water. Water poured from the ceiling. The sacks got damp and began to stick to the boys bodies. This caused the boys to struggle a little more in their sacks, perhaps being a bit panicked that they were going to drown. The time had come to see them. I opened each of the sacks and dumped there contents on the wet tile floor. Each boy had been prepared exactly to my request. They were completely naked with their hands tied behind there back and feet tied together. The rope binding there feed and the rope binding there hands was then tied together with another rope, effectively hogtieing the boys. Each boy also had a large ballgag filling their mouth and a blindfold covering their eyes. Now each boy was struggling on the ground, trying to keep there faces out of the puddles. It was a beautiful sight seeing there supple, naked bodies all bound and gagged, struggling on the ground trying to get up. Both Jacob and Eric clearly had been soaking in there own waist for sometime, however Matthew seemed to have held it, however now I could see he was releaving himself as a stream of urine trickled from his dick, mixing with the water. Smart boy. It was time to clean them all off. Since the name of the game is discipline at our school, we mandate a high standard of personal hygean and dress at all times.

I decided to start with Matthew. I cut the rope binding his hands and feet together and stood him up. He was quite glorious looking. His pale skin looked beautiful in contrast with his dark brown hair, which glistened in the water. I got behind him and pulled his back up against my front and reached around to his privites. I soaped up my hand and began to clean his dick and balls. My dick rested length wise in his crack. As I cleaned Matthews dick he began to moan a bit through his ballgag. I could feel his arm tense up as he instinctivly tried to reach around and stop my invasive hand from molesting him, however the rope kept his hands securily behind his back. He was clearly not used to being in control. God how I wanted to fuck his arrogant little ass right there, however it was still not the time. His dick was now fully erect at about 4 inches. Matthew continued to moan. He had a very femminen voice, even for a thirteen year old boy. At our school we have a rule, no boy is to ever have an erection unless told to have an erection. Not knowing the rule is no excuse. I felt I needed to make an announcement.

“Excuse me boys, I need to have your attention for a moment.”

Both Matthew and Jacob stopped struggling to listen, probably hoping for some information about their fate. Eric however just went right on struggling.

“I know you don't know what is going on or were you are or anything else about your situation, you will learn all of that shortly. However I do need to notify you that there are certain rules here that you need to abide by. One such rule is that none of you are to have an erection unless I say otherwise. Matthew, you have an erection now, since you didn't know the rule I will give you thirty seconds to get rid of it, otherwise you will be punished.”

As the thirty seconds began I knew perfectly well that no thirteen year old boy without a chastity device or proper training can prevent themselves from having an erection. I believe Matthew tried to inform me of this.

“Mmmmmfffffpppp” Matthew muffled into his gag, which, since it was made for an adult, filled his whole mouth. As I counted down Matthews muffled please sounded more desperate, however his erection stayed. I assume he was trying to tell me something to the extent of “I can't make it go down.” however I didn't care, just kept on counting. Once thirty was reached i kicked out his knees so he fell to them, then I pushed his head to the ground.

“Matthew, You are going to be spanked now, until your erection disappears. The sooner it goes down, the sooner the pain will stop.” Matthew was crying by now, his high pitched voice made him sound like a little girl. It wouldn't be bold to say this kid had probably never been disciplined in his life, and he sorely deserved it.

“One...” I said as my hand came down hard on his tight ass. Matthews head shot up and he yelped a muffled yelp, his wet hair shook in the air as his head shot up. His hair glistened in the light. He had beautiful hair.

“Two...” I said as the second one came down.

“Three...” I began speeding up now, “Four five six...” I gave him three quick in a row. I check on his dick which was now much harder than before. There was no way it was going down while being spanked.

“Five six seven eight” I was going at about one per second now continuously. Matthew was crying like a girl now. He was in for a rude awakening if he thought this was the worst that was to come. The other boys were obviously struggling harder on the ground now, trying to get away. Water poored over Matthews glittering red ass as I continued.

“Twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine” with my free hand I had begun to jerk off my own ramped prick. At around fifty I exploded all over Matthews now purple ass, covering it with jizz. I just pushed Matthew over now and he just collapsed in a sobbing pile. What a pussy.

“Matthew you were unable to get rid of your erection for me, so you are going to need to be punished again later.”

Matthew sobbed harder and between sobs tried to speak through his gag. All i heared was “mmfffppp” however it was probably something to extent of “I want my mommy.”

The rest of the cleaning went without insident. I carried all three boys up to my attic. I hooked all three boys hands to meathooks hanging from the ceiling so they were dangling in the air. Eric was still struggling but Matthew and Jacob just hung there like pieces of meat. I removed there blindfolds but left their gags in place. This was the first thing they had seen in days: a creepy wooden attic with sheets over the furniture, and old paintings. Three beds were up against the wall. I purposly left the attic in ill repair to scare new students. This was were they stayed until they learned to submit, to some extent. Once they were broken they could move into the nicer dormitories and home.

This is the step I like to call orientation.