Dale10

Lakeland Lads

Chapter 1
Arrival

Academy indeed, it was a reform school, no use toying with labels. The only thing getting toyed with at Lakeland was the boys. Bobby was just the latest acquisition at the sadist driven private indulgence for male perverts, shielded by well placed government employees who availed themselves of the school's pleasures.

Burke was thirty-three and well muscled. He sported a short choppy buzz cut 3; and his hard smooth features looked antique Roman. Now he glared through dark eyes down the length of his straight nose passed flaired nostrils at the smooth thirteen year old who stood quaking before him.

"We dont fuck around here at Lakeland. We take juvenille offenders like you, pieces of street shit and break them. Cut them down to size and then if they're lucky, rebuild them again."

What was the use protestting that he was innocent. That he hadn't dealt drugs. The judge hadn't believed him. Fuck it, his own parents who were never around anyway, hadn't believed him. Bobby looked across the polished wooden desk at Mr. Burke. The man was very handsome, but very cruel looking.

"The doctor will give you an officl physical later, a very thorough one," Burke laughed, and the hunky eighteen year old trustee behind Bobby laughed as well, "but I suppose we'd better check you out. Strip and hand your clothes to Jeff."

Now Bobby was terrified. he chewed his cute pink full lower lip. Tears welled up in his big black eyes. Burke smiled. He love it when a boy crumbled like a cookie. "what the fuck are you waiting for 3; get your fucking clothes off now!"

Thirteen year old Bobby Waters kicked off his tennis shoes and peeled off his socks. His toes felt funny in the plush carpet. He took off his jacket and handed it to the tough looking trustee who was dressed in a very tight white tee shirt, so tight the boy's nipples showed clearly through the thin stretched material., big quarter sized pink nubs. The eighteen year old sneered at the little boy and looked as if he were about to eat him. Bobby had always been a good boy. Very good! Why was this happening to him? The lump in his throat wouldn't go away as he unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his smooth boyish shoulders, so delicate like a bird's wings. Now Bobby stood bare titted before Burke. The boys chest was pale and undeveloped, just the beginning of a definition, just a hint of pec muscle. And two nickle sized undeveloped pink titties.

"Not much there, " whispered Burke, licking his lips. "But we'll fix that, we'll work on him until he's got nipples like a fucking sow!"

Bobby couldn't make out his words which was just as well. The boy was sweating now, rivulets of perspiration trailing down from his hairless armpits, down his alabaster boyish torso into the waistband of his jeans.

"Well?" Burke barked, and Bobby's hands flew to his belt buckle. The boy was very shy about undressing in front of other people. He hadn't ever gotten used to stripping in the locker room at school for gym class. He would turn away giving his gym teacher, a real fucking pervert a good look at his tight melon sized asscheeks and the beautiful boycrack between.

Bobby peeled down his jeans and stepped out of them. Now he stood in only his tiny white briefs. When he turned to hand the trustee his pants, he saw the teenager stare down at the prick lump in the thirteen year old underpants. One of Bobby's hands went down to cover himself. His face turned a delightful shade of pink. He faced Burke again. He scratched one ankle with the big toe of the other foot, and Burke threw a boner. Christ, this little cunt was really asking for it!

"Well?" Burke asked again.

"Please, sir, can I keep my underpants?"

The boy asked so sweetly, Burke had to laugh and he saw the dick buldge on Jeff his trustee give a lurch. Jeff of course like all the Lakeland boys was dressed in the school uniform, a very tight very thin white tee shirt as we have mentioned, and a very small pair of tight white shorts. Also very thin, so thin that the dark tube of cock flesh showed through.

Burke leaned in. "Bobby, if you don't remove your underpants, we can't give you your school uniform. We insist that all our boys wear white tee shirts and shorts for hygenic as well as budgetary reasons. I told you to strip, that means bare assed. You will be punished for making me ask twice. Around here, never make a teacher or trustee ask twice. Now take off the fucking underpants!"

Lots of thirteen year old boys are very shy about being naked. Their young boyish bodies are just developing colt like and awkwardly into things of teenage beauty. lately Bobby had become very aware of his cock and how it was growing. He had just recently discoverd the joys of masturbation and still felt guilty about his constant jerk off sessions in his bedroom while thinking about some of the girls at school. Now he slid his fingers into the waistband of his white briefs and tugged them down over his bony hips, and Mr. Burke could see his fine pink five inch [12½ cm] flaccid boyprick and soft velvetly bag of boyballs. Bobby picked up one big boyfoot to step out of the underpants and Jeff behind him saw the crack in the kid's ass spread. A wet spot formed in the front of Jeff's white shorts. Burke saw it.

"You'll be punished for lack of control Jeff!" he smirked.

"Yessir!" Jeff snapped, pre cum dripping from the leg band of the shorts.

"How can we expect our naughty boys to control their evil sex lusts and discipline their dirty little minds if our trustees are leaking like elephants in heat.?"

Behind the desk, where no one could see, Burke's trousers were soggy with fuck slime. How could anyone stare at this thirteen year old innocent virgin bare assed boy and not drip dick snot? Bobby had covered his cock and balls with his hands.

"Put your hands on your head Bobby." Burke commanded. Bobby raised his thin arms and his young teen prick and bag were on display. Burke held his breath, the circumcised dick was so beautiful fresh and pink and unused with a nice fat dickhead.

"Now Bobby, I have to ask you some questions for hygenic reasons. You had better answer honestly. If you answer honestly, everything will be fine for you, if you lie to us and we can check your answers later with a lie detector, you will be punished terribly. These are personal questions and I know they are a little bit embarassing, but we have to ask them for our records, okay?"

"Okay," Bobby murmured, very confused and frightened and wishing he could cover his dick.

"Have you ever fucked a girl Bobby?" Burke opened a notebook to record the boy's answers.

"No sir, I'm only thirteen sir."

Burke laughed. "Lots of healthy thirteen year old boys are fucking twat three or four times a week. You don't like girls huh?"

"Oh no sir, it isn't that at all 3; it's just 3;"

"Have you ever sucked another boy's dick?"

"Oh God no sir." What kind of pervert did this hedmaster think he was anyway?

Burke's voice grew more aggitated.

"Did you ever take dick up your ass?"

"Sir, I've never done anything 3; how could you think I would 3;"

"Just shut up and answer the questions," great logic that. "have you ever thought about fucking your mother?" Burke was rubbing his nine incher [23 cm] beneath his desk.

Tears poured down Bobby's cheeks. His pouty little boymouth quivered so he could hardly speak.

"Of course I never thought about something so sick!" he yelled at the teacher.

"You'll be punished for rudness Bobby. Answer the questions, we get lots of really twisted boys in here and we have to know! Now how often do you masturbate?"

Imagine being thirteen and being asked that question. Bobby didn't know what to say. "Well 3; about 3; I guess 3; sometimes everyday 3; sometimes not!" More tears.

"What's the most times you've ever shot a load in one day?"

Bobby curled his toes in the carpet and looked at the floor.

"Six times," he mumbled. He remembered that day, beating his prick until it was raw, he just couldn't stop! His young nut sack ached for days.

"Well you won't be doing that here. Boys are forbidden to commit self abuse. In fact boys are not allowed to ever touch their pricks unless ordered to do so. If you are caught even touching that dirty little dick, you will wish you had never been born. Understand?"

"Yessir!" Bobby trembled.

Burke's voice softened. "Tell me Bobby, have you ever sucked off a dog?"

Bobby started to gag. He shook his head no. He had loved his dog Soldier at home, and he missed him terribly. Burke was rally a psycho, he was convinced now.

"Have you ever stuck your tongue up a dog's asshole?"

Bobby was sobbing now. So easy to break a boy.

"Sir why are you asking me these things. I've never done anything dirty."

Burke laughed. "You beat your meat like a fuck crazy animal. Some boys like to do nasty things with their pets. I have to know. Have you ever eaten shit Bobby?"

Bobby went to his knees. His hands came off of his head and covered his beautiful face. Burke stood.

"You have to be punished Bobby. You removed your hands without permission. At Lakeland you don't do anything without permission. You dont piss, you don't shit, you don't eat or sleep without permission. Now I'm going to have to punish you Bobby, please understand that I don't like this. I don't want to, but it's the only way for you to learn. I hope you understand, this is for your own good. Now sit up on my desk Bobby and spread your legs wide."

Bobby crying uncontrollably now did as he was told. Jeff came over laying one meaty hand on the boys smooth hairless thigh, to hold him steady. Burke spread Bobby's thighs wider, revealing more of his teen dick and soft ball bag.

"Bobby you have some black hair on your balls. Just a bit., but we dont allow that for health reasons. Yes indeed you are sprouting ballsack hair. Lean back and let me see your asshole. "

Bobby didn't have any choice. Jeff eased him back so Burke could see the boyishpink asshole.

"Spread your legs wider cunt, so Mr. Burke can see your pussy."

"Easy, Jeff, easy, we wouldn't want to intimidate our new student. Hold your legs as wide apart as you can Bobby so I can check your asshole for hair. "

Bobby felt Burke's big finger at his asshole.

"Yes, my boy, you have just a couple of sprouts around your pink pucker. You will have to pluck those hairs out as well as all your ballhairs. We do allow the boys a prick patch of two inches [5 cm] in a perfect triangle above the dick..not no other bodily hair. each morning you will be allowed a grooming period, during which you will pluck out any ball and asshole and body hair you find. Of course you will be inspected daily and punished for any oversights. But now to your punishment. I will be very kind to you today, this of this as insentive for you to be a good boy and to follow all orders at once. Today I will give you five swats on the nutsack with a ruler. and then Jeff will show you the school and explain our many rules to you. Your job is to remember the rules and not break them. Now hold your legs wide so I can get a good shot at those delicate boyballs of yours. ".

Chapter 2
Toilet

"New boy getting a welcome from Burke." Phil laughed.

Then to get Timmy going again he jammed his toe into the tiny boy's rectum. Timmy winced, but he'd had much larger objects in his asshole, or 'pussy' as he'd been taught to call it since he'd first arrived at the sadistic school.

Ten year old Cal Hodges a delightful young blond paused for a moment in his task of cleaning the Faculty second floor bathroom when he heard screams coming through the floorboards of the old building. He remembered for a moment his first day at Lakeland. It seemed a million years ago. Then the slender youth on his knees went back to his chore of licking out the piss encrusted urinals.

Back in Burkes office, Bobby was recovering from his scrotum beating. It had been a long arduous ordeal. Burke worked slowly. He would lightly tap the bottom of the boys soft pink ball bag with the tip of the ruler, prolonging the thirteen year old's terror for as long as possible. Then when he saw the boys eyes waver or drift off even for a second, he would smash the ruler into the fat little ballbag as hard as he could. The lad would buck and fling himself back across the desk, howling with agrony while Jeff the senior trustee snorted with teenage lust and held the frail thirteen year old still. Burke and Jeff both delighted in the way the boys leg muscles tensed and his toes curled. Big boy feet, this kid would be a big one when he matured. The pain was so great, the kids body actually trembled like the plucked string of a guitar.

Bobby gagged and swallowed the puke that rose in his throat. It wouldn't do to vomit, he somehow knew that, so he struggled to keep it down. He'd never felt such pain in his entire life. Once in gym class about a year ago when he was twelve, another kid had snapped his balls with a towel. He remembered lying on the floor in a little ball while the coach and all the kids roared with laughter. But that had been nothing next to this! four more times he'd had to compose himself until the pain subsided and he once again sat there with his strong smooth young legs spread very wide apart while Mr. Burke bounced his tender testes on the tip of the ruler. Four more times he'd had to allow the sadistic headmaster to thwack his ballbag with such force that the tiny nuts felt as if they were driven up into his throat.

Finally he lay delerious on the desk, arms and legs twitching like a young colt not yet able to walk, spittle running from his beautiful slack lips, eyes rolled back in his head, scrotum, discolored and swollen.

Burke rubbed his throbbing drooling crotch. Jeff didn't dare. Lakeland Lads, even trustees weren't allowed to touch their dicks except with permission or when working on assignment with a boy. Jeffs fat teen dick was making a mess of the front of his thin white Lakeland shorts, Christ the entire crotch was one sloppy pre-fuck swamp, forming a huge almost transparent wet spot. He would be punished for leaking without permission, he knew that, but fuck he couldn't control it. What healthy eighteen year old could? Watching a new kid get his balls beaten was just too fucking hot.

Burke stepped back. "Since it's your first day here, I'll go easy on you, but don't fuck up again. Your only job in this school is to do any and everything you're told to do, immediately and without questions! Jeff will now take you to the dorm and get you settled. We'll talk again tomorrow after you've had a chance to see the school. Remember, starting tomorrow morning, no ball or asshole hair! A clean boy is a healthy boy. "

Bobby struggled to his feet, his legs feeling like jello. His soft pale young face was dripping sweat, and his shock of black hair had tumbled over his forehead. He was a fucking thirteen year old doll.

"Let's go asswipe, I haven't got all day." Jeff growled.

Bobby began to take his clothes off the chair where Jeff had deposited them.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Jeff barked.

"Ugh 3; getting dressed," the frightened boy stammered.

"Leave those clothes there you stupid cunt. Here at Lakeland all boys wear the Lakeland uniform, white shirt, white shorts and sneakers. Come with me and I'll get you a uniform. "

"But I can't walk out into the school naked."

"You not only can, but you will and if you open your fuckhole of a mouth again, you'll be sorry. Now move your pink little ass."

Burke smiled as he watched Bobby walk bareassed out of his office. The kid had to walk with his legs spread because of his battered balls. What a cute little hunk of boypussy. Those little ass cheeks were tight and round and just like two grapefruit halves. Burke's swollen prick gave a lurch. Shit he had to get back to work. He had grant writing to do, and he had to arrange for the Governor's visit. He sat down at his desk and unzipped his sopping wet trousers to release his big pisser. He rolled his desk forward just a bit, and the fifteen year old bare assed boy beneath his desk began at once to lick the drooling fucksausage.

The journey through the hall was a nightmare. Teachers in jeans and casual shirts stopped Jeff to ask Bobby's name. They stared shamelessly at the boy's dick and balls and ass. One weird middle aged short dumpy looking teacher with thick glasses, produced a tape measure and proceeded to measure the width of Bobby's nipples!

"Oh my, we'll have to work on those he said making a clicking noise with his teeth and tongue."

Another tall and thin older man cupped the boys face in his long bony hands.

"Such a pretty boy, I hope they put you in my class," the old fag swooned. Then he inserted one long fingertip into Bobby's mouth. He poked the finger in and out between Bobby's lips for a few seconds.

"Oh what nice sucky lips the little doll has," he twittered.

Bobby needless to say was freaking out. I mean he was a normal thirteen year old boy, and here he was standing bare assed in a school corridor having a teacher shove a finger in and out of his mouth.

"Get your hands away from your dick. You ever touch yourself like a filthy pervert, and you'll be really sorry. That ball bashing you got will seem like nothing!"

The hardest thing for Bobby to resolve as he followed Jeff down the hall, was the seeming contradiction between the obviously perverted sexuality of the place and the pretend morality. He didn't realize it was all intentional, designed to fuckup a boy's mind and break him. To turn him from a healthy teenage kid into a mindless fuckanimal. The school did it slowly with infinite patience and control, after all half the fun was getting the kid there! Once he was a slobbering boypussy, hungry only for prick, the exercise became dull. How much dignity, how much of the boy's own personality do you allow him to keep? The ideal was of course just enough so that he still recoiled from each new horror visited upon him. Once he became numb to abuse, the fun was spoiled.

They passed a door marked 'Men's Room'. Jeff paused, so did naked Bobby.

"See that room, that's not for you. that is for faculty and some trustees like me only! YOUR TOILET IS ACROSS THE HALL!"

Bobby looked across the dingy hallway to a wooden door with a sign on it that read, 'CUNTS'.

"The cunt's room is kept locked and only to be used during designated shit and piss periods or with permission. "

"Please sir, I have to use the toilet really badly," Bobby pleaded with the eighteen year old hunky trustee.

Jeff smiled a cruel smile and ran one big hand through Bobby's messed up black hair.

"Ordinarily I would tell you to go fuck yourself, but since this is your first day, and I kind of like you, okay then. I'll let you use the toilet. Do you have to piss or shit?"

Bobby blushed. "Both I guess."

Jeff laughed and from a chain around his neck because there were no pockets in his body hugging shorts, produced a key. He unlocked the door marked 'CUNTS' and led the frightened boy inside. The room was huge and white tiled. In the middle of the room there were two trough like gutters in the tile floor. It was like no toilet Bobby had ever seen.

"Where are all the other students?" Bobby asked, not having seen any boy's in the hall.

"They're all in class. We believe in giving a boy a good education."

Bobby felt better about that. At least some of the day would be normal. Now he stared at the toiletless, sinkless bathroom.

"How do I use this bathroom sir?"

Jeff laughed and rubbed one big hand over Bobby's small smooth back.

"I don't have time to show you now. You'll see tonight at the evening toielt period. For now we'll just have to make due."

He went over to a counter and returned with a white plastic dishpan which he set on the floor.

"Okay, hurry up, shit and piss. I got things to do today."

Bobby couldn't believe it. the older boy wanted him to shit and piss in the dishpan in front of him.

"In there?" he gulped .

"No in my hand, stupid!" and for a moment, Bobby who would have believed anything by this point lost the irony. "Of course in the dishpan."

Bobby stood over the dispan. "I don't know if I can 3; with someone watching I mean."

"Well tough shit." Jeff laughed at his own joke. "First of all, you don't piss standing up, men do that. Little boy cunts do it squatting like a pussy. Second you don't dare touch yourself. "

Bobby squatted, the older boy watching closely. Jeff even squatted so he could see the boys pisser and balls and ass better. Bobby grunted, his balls still throbbed from the beating. then he began to piss into the dishpan.

"Spread your legs more I can't see," Jeff barked.

Bobby squatting over the dishpan, legs spread, balancing on the balls of his healthy teenage feet, hands on his smooth hairless thighs, pissed with Jeff looking on. He heard the splash of the piss in the dishpan. He had never felt so humiliated in his whole young life.

"You got a nice dick there for thirteen 3; about five inches [12½ cm] flaccid I'd say. How big is it hard?"

" I don't know," Bobby muttered, still pissing.

"Don't lie to me cuntface. Every boy measures his dick. Now how big is it hard?"

" A little over seven [18 cm] 3;" Bobby mumbled, ashamed of his big dick.

"Shit, man, over seven and you really never fucked a chick? You are really a pussy ain't you?" Jeff was mauling his own giant fucker through his shorts, and Bobby thought 'sure you can touch yourself when Burke's not around.' He was learning the way the school worked!

"Well go ahead and take a shit."

Bobby was too embarassed. "maybe I don't have to after all."

"Look I was nice enough to let you use the can, now you better shit. You got one minute to produce a turd!"

Bobby squeezed and strained. he felt so utterly humiliated. Jeff leaned down more so he could better see the thirteen year olds pink asshole pucker. Finally a turd began to poke its way out of the boys asshole.

"Shit, I can't see," Jeff yelled. "Stand up 3; keep your legs spread, now just squat a little, let the shit drop from your ass into the pan."

Poor Bobby could do nothing except follow orders. the lithe young thirteen year old stood awkwardly, legs spread over the white dishpan, arching his smooth pale back, his young ass sticking out like a whore about to be fucked. His swollen balls swinging and he shit. The turd made a loud plop as it landed in the pissy dishpan. Jeff let out a grunt 3; then a moan 3;

"Aw fuck I came, Burke will fucking kill me!"

He bucked his young hips as the front of his white shorts turned almost clear and Bobby could see the shape and dark pink color of the older boys thick dicktube, white slop ran down his muscular legs, strings of gooey cum covered his hands. Jeff was almost crying.

"Fuck 3; shit 3; look what you did, it's your Goddamn fault!"

He rushed over to the thirteen year old and grabbed his smooth face with his cum stickyhands.

"You fucking piece of shit you, you made me cum!"

Bobby started to cry. He didn't know what he had done.

"For a guy to cum without permission is the worst thing that can happen`in this place. We gotta figure out a way to cover this up."

Jeff slipped off his shorts. Bobby was amazed at the size of the eighteen year old's dick. It swung like a baseball bat over two gigantic hairless balls. Jeff brought the soggy shorts up to Bobby's face.

"Here you cunt, suck the scum from these shorts, pronto."

He ran over to grab some tissues to clean himself off.

"Do what?" asked the confused Bobby.

"Suck the cum from my shorts. Clean 'em with your fucking mouth! Hurry up, if a teacher walks in here, we are dead!"

"Can't we just rinse them out?"

Jeff looked as scared as Bobby.

"Do you see any water in this fucking toilet? Now get those shorts in your mouth and suck. I'll be right back."

Jeff stuck his head out into the hall and then disappeared.

Bobby stood there with his ass still dirty, his balls throbbing, holding the older boys cum soggy white shorts in his small hands. He could smell Jeff's balls and cock on the material, as well as the overwhelming smell of teenage boy spooge. He bit his full bottom lip. Big old tears rolled down the baby smooth cheeks. When would the nightmare end? Then because he didn't know what else he could do he brought the stinking shorts to his lips and began to suck. Strands of fuck sauce trailed from his lips to the shorts, the taste was thick and salty and bitter, he'd tasted his own fucksnot once after he'd jacked off, and he hated it. And now he was sucking on an older boy's. The slime in his mouth grew thick and stickey like molasses. Bobby could hardly swallow. He gagged at the thought that he was swallowing sperm, jiz, cum.

The door opened and Jeff reappeared dragging a tall lanky boy of about fifteen.

"You tell anyone about this and I'll see you're put in the pit for a week!" He said throwing the boy into the tiled bathroom.

The fifteen year old stared at Bobby who stood there over the dishpan, a pair of soggy shorts hanging from his mouth.

"Take off your shorts."

The terrified fifteen year old stripped. Bobby noticed that the boy's long fat penis and very long full balls were all red and raw looking. Jeff sneered.

"What the fuck happened to you?" he asked.

The fifteen year old looked down at his battered prick.

"Mr. Williams caught me talking in class."

Bobby shuddered. What kind of fucking school was this? Jeff took the younger boy's shorts and slipped them up over his own hips. They were a very tight fit, but would do for now. He ripped his own shorts out of Bobby's mouth and threw them to the other boy.

"Put these on!"

"You came in these shorts..What will I tell the teachers?"

"Any fucking thing you like except the truth! Now get your sorry ass out of here."

The fifteen year old who was now crying like a little boy left the john.

"What will happen to him if they think he came?" Bobby asked.

"You don't wanna know, kid, you don't wanna know. Now let's get out of here."

"What about my ass?" Bobby asked.

"What about your ass?" Jeff seemed peoccupied and distant.

"I need to wipe it."

"Oh here, you can't touch yourself, not allowed. We've already broken enough rules for one day. Bend over."

Bobby bent over, his face hanging over the shitty dishpan. Jeff grabbed some tissues and wiped the boy's ass. It was quite the strangest feeling Bobby ever had. Here was this muscular eighteen year old stud wiping his shitty ass.

"Jesus, I am getting hard again."

Jeff wrapped his hand around Bobby's slender naked waist, and began to kiss the back of the boy's neck. Now Bobby felt very uncomfortable.

"Please don't, that's queer."

Jeff laughed out loud at that. Then he sucked on the boy's sweet thick earlobe.

"Do you know kid you have the most adorable fuckable ass I have ever seen in this place. And I've seen alot. Your little ass crack is practically screaming to be fucked. Man, you are going to be fucked until you can't walk before the week is out."

Bobby continued to cry, fresh tears dripping onto his thin boyish chest now being squeezed by Jeff.

"I don't want to be fucked." he sobbed.

"Little cunt, you are in the wrong school!"

But Jeff was too scared to continue. He led the boy, now carrying the waste filled dishpan into the hall.

"Follow me."

Now Bobby walked down the hall carrying a dishpan with piss and shit in it. Several more teachers stopped the duo, each of them now looking at Bobby's turd in the dishpan.

"Very nice," several commented.

"I've never seen an ass that gorgeous," another observed.

Bobby felt sick like he was about to throw up.

They stopped at the kitchen off the cafeteria. Here boys of all ages prepared lunch under the guidance of adult cooks. Jeff had Bobby, who felt terrible bringing the shit into the kitchen, set the dishpan on a table.

"It's fresh, from this little cunt only a few minutes ago."

Jeff said to an older portly cheerful man dressed in white apron and chef's cap.

"How much will you give me for it?"

The cook looked at the turd. "Five credits."

"Ten." Jeff barganed.

"I don't have time to quibble 3; okay ten."

The chef handed Jeff the paper money that was used by the boys in the school to buy television time, recreation facility use, candy and almost everything else. The chef picked up the dishpan.

"The boy's will love this, or rather, the boy's will hate this!" he laughed.

Next, Jeff took Bobby to the dorm, a large hallow room with ten beds. All the beds had only springs, no mattresses. The boys had to sleep bare assed on the springs. It discouraged jacking off and self abuse they were told. The boys slep with the lights on, always on their backs, and if any boy sported a boner during the night, he was immediately jerked awake by a monitor. That way the boys constantly had blue balls. Their sexual drives were constantly aroused and then destroyed, never letting them have release. Next to each bed was a small locker for the boy's school books and uniforms. Each boy had two sets of whites so he could wear one and have one cleaned. Bobby's locker was empty.

"Sit on your bed. dont touch your dick and balls we got cameras on you at all times. I'll be back with your uniform and your student handbook."

Bobby sat on the bed, his ass immediately hurting from the hard springs. He thought about his home and his room and his stuff. He thought about his little sister and brother. About Elsie, the older lady who took care of them most of the time and whom he adored. He thought about his dog Soldier. He ran one hand through his thick black hair, spread his legs to ease the pain in his swollen teenage ballbag, and sobbed and sobbed and sobbed.

Chapter 3
Lunch

"You the new cunt? Here's your uniform."

He threw a pile of clothes and a pair of high tops onto the bedspring. Bobby tried to wipe the tea stain off his tender pink cheeks. Too late!

"Been bawling, huh? It wont do you no good here. They like it when the boys cry, the more you cry, the harder their dicks get. Your only chance to survive here is to get tough and to follow all orders immediately. That's all that matters. I'm Brian, your dorm captain. I'm going to show you the ropes. Listen good and learn fast and you'll avoid another ball beating. Now get dressed, we're late for lunch. That there book is your student handbook. Read it tonight and memorize the fucking thing. It can save your life. "

Bobby stood to get dressed. All he found on the bed were three white tank tops, no shorts. He held them up to Brian, almost afraid to talk at all.

"Somebody in supply thinks they're being funny. I'll get you some shorts after lunch, let's go. We don't wanna be late."

Bobby stared, open mouthed. He brought his hands over his thirteen year old dick.

"But I can't go into the lunchroom with no pants on."

Brian's right hand shot out and slapped the boy's face hard. Bobby's head snapped back and his cheek stung.

"You can and will do whatever you are told to do, cunt! Look don't give me trouble with that dick hungry pussy face of yours and that seductive little ass. Jeff already got in big trouble because of you. Mr. Burke called him in."

Brian took a good look at the thirteen year old's ass. It was really something all right.

"That ass cunt is just begging for a good hard fuck isn't it?"

Bobby at thirteen had never heard such vile talk before in his whole young innocent life. He could hardly comprehend the nature of the abuse.

"Let me feel that ass of yours."

Brian said dragging the boy closer. Brian put one big hand on the boys small tight round ass cheek. It was as smooth as pudding, yet as firm as a cantaloupe. The perfect ass twat for a sex hungry teen to fuck. Bobby stiffened as the older boy squeezed his ass cheeks and then slid one thick finger up and down the ass crack.

"Yessir cunty boy, you'd really like to get fucked wouldn't you? Oh you can act scared, but I know the truth. everytime you see a young hunky baseball player or football player on tv, your ass pussy starts juicing so bad you got to change your underpants. You probably whack off thinking about all the older guys at your school. You probably been giving blow jobs to the whole fucking football team at school, right? We had a boy here last year who wouldn't admit he was a pussy boy. Insisted he wasn't a cumdump faggot cuntface. Burke got so angry at him he relented on the no sex rule and made the kid, just about your age, suck the cock of every boy in the school. That's over two hundred dicks . The poor kid couldn't even talk when he finished. His stomach was so full of spunk he looked pregnant. After that he was more than happy to admit what he was. Oh my, your pussy hole feels tight."

"Please 3;" Bobby begged. "Nobody ever touched me there."

Brian laughed. "Couple of weeks, you'll be able to get a baseball bat up there.. Now get dressed before I shoot a load and get myself in trouble. "

Bobby put on the tank top tee shirt which left his armpits bare. the damn thing was so small it didn't even come down to his belly button. He felt really stupid.

"It doesn't fit at all," he complained.

"Au contraire, little clit tongue, it looks perfect. Now put on the high tops."

There were no socks. Bobby stood dressed in just the tank top and tennis shoes, dick and balls naked.

"Please, please, I'm begging you, don't make me go in front of the other kids like this. "

"You don't understand pussybreath, they want you like this, otherwise you woulda gotten shorts. I don't got no say in it. You see they break a kid this way, turn a normal healthy boy into a cumsucking pussy. It's their method. They fuck with our minds constantly. They constantly get us all sexually worked up, then when we throw a boner, they punish us. It fucks up our minds and our sex drive until we become mindless toys for them. Get it?"

"But why would they do that?" Tears were once again rolling down Bobby's soft cheeks.

"Beats me. I guess it's fun for them. I know this though The only way to exist here is to go with the flow. Follow orders and become as much of an animal as they want you too or in your case a twat!"

"I don't want to be a twat, whatever that means."

Brian laughed and swatted the thirteen year old on his fuckable ass.

Bobby walked into the cafeteria bare assed naked except for hightops and a tank top. The other boys only snuck glances out of the corners of their eyes, but the faculty members at the big head table pointed and laughed outright.

"Did you catch the fuckmeat on the new boy?" one of them said loudly.

"Looks like Burkes been working on his balls already. Knowing Burke, he'll beat those babies until they're swollen the size of tennis balls."

Another laughed loudly and squeezed the ass of the fifteen year old serving at the faculty table.

"I do believe we have a high number of young boy cunt who will never have babies because of what Burke has done to their balls. "

A fat older man chortled. "They'll still have babies. They'll deliver them through the boy cunts we make out of their little ass pussies."

And so the disgusting lunchtime conversation went. Bobby was ushered by Brian to his dorm's table. Eight other boys were already present. The boys all stood for grace. A fourteen year old with blond hair like cornsilk gave the grace. His bull bottom lip quivered as he stood in front of the room. None of the other boys had spoken or made a sound. Fear controlled the climate.

"We are thankful for this food. We know that we are evil perverted faggots who love to suck dick and get cock up our perverted boy pussies. We know that we are lower than shit and only fit to sleep and eat and fuck with barnyard animals. We know that we are useless, mindless, dickless little cunts, and we are truly thankful that Lakeland Academy is willing to take the time to try to make something useful out of our worthless assholes, for this we are truly grateful."

The two hundred boys sat.

"Very nice prayer Collins." A twenty-seven year old bespectacled English teacher remarked to the fourteen year old. "Would you like to sit on my lap during lunch?"

Bobby who was sitting at a front table could see the color drain from the blond boy's face.

"Oh yes sir!" The boy said and climbed to the head table. The teacher stripped off the boy's tee shirt and shorts and put him on his lap. For a few moments he toyed with the boys nicely developed smooth hairless chest, pulling at the big pouty nipples and rubbing the flat tight tummy while Collins sat like a puppet on his lap. Then, the teacher pushed on the boy's shoulders and the fourteen year old slid down until he was beneath the table.

"Enjoy your lunch Collins." Another teacher quipped and everyone laughed.

Bobby hated lunch. The boys were forbidden to speak. The older boys ate different food from the new boys. That's because unknown to the boys, the faculty had a little fun spiking the new boy's food. The beefstew often contained boy shit or sometimes even horse shit from the barn. The lads' pizza might be covered with cheese mixed with boy spunk or even faculty snot. And of course the milk often had horse or dog cum in it. A varied diet makes a boy healthy! Also the new boys were not allowed to use utensils. They were forced to stick their faces in the food and eat it with no hands like some kind of animal. Watching boys like Bobby struggle for the first few days provided endless amusement for the faculty. The boys even had to lap their milk out of saucers. One sixteen year old who reached for a straw without permission was stopped mid reach by a trustee.

"I forgot," the big husky sixteen year old stammered, tears filling his big brown eyes.

"Too late now," The trustee said, a gleam in his own green eyes. "Oh well might as well use the straw. Stand on the table and shove the straw up your dick!"

The room grew silent even of the sounds of eating as the hunky sixteen year old with the athletes body climbed upon the table and stripped off his tight white shorts. He had a fat cock, nice and meaty. he whimpered as he brought the thick plastic straw to his pisshole.

"It was a mistake 3; I was 3; I was watching the new boy and 3;" he stopped speaking, one hand holding his dick, the other the straw.

"Yeah, probably filling your fucked up head with indecent thoughts about fucking the new boy's little ass with that hammer of yours. You've got ten seconds to get six inches [15 cm] of straw up your pisshole!"

"Trouble at your table?" a faculty member inquired. The English teacher was now bouncing the fourteen year old on his lap.

"No sir, just reprimanding a lower classman who reached for a straw without permission."

"Very well, carry on then."

"Five seconds asswipe," the trustee yelled, and the boy on the table jammed the straw into his pisshole, screaming as he did so. Bobby closed his eyes. Hadn't he heard somewhere that hell was eternal?

Chapter 4
Photosession

"You got a problem cunt?" a trustee asked.

"No sir," Bobby who was learning fast snapped back.

"Then face front!"

The boys were marched out the door and down the hall. Just as they were approaching the 'cunt' room, the boy behind Bobby leaned in slightly and whispered,

"You have the most beautiful fucking ass I have ever seen in my life. I think I'm in love with you, or at least your ass."

Then he laughed quietly. Bobby blushed. No boy had ever made a pass at him before. Old dirty men were always leering at the boy and some of them made rude remarks, like the old men in the park, who pretended to pat the boys in a friendly way but really groped an ass cheek or crotch on the boy, but this was a new experience. The kid didn't say it in a cruel way at all, not like the other guys at Lakeland. He said it real sweet, and his voice was like thick honey, low and kind of hoarse. As they went through the big wodden door into the white tiled room, the boy leaned in again.

"Make sure you get in line in front of me for the evening shit break!"

The boys lined up across the tiled trenches from each other, then at a command turned to face each other. Several faculty members and some strange men in business suits were watching. The room was warm and humid. A whistle blew and all the boys stripped off their white shorts. Now two hundred boys stood in the big room looking at each other over long trenches in the floor. Two hundred teenage dicks and four hundred boy balls on display. Not one boy touched himself. Bobby looked around at the cocks and balls of the boys near him. Every size and shape. Thick uncut dicks and tiny pencil thin weiners. Big pink schlongs and delicate little flowers. Bobby had never seen so much kid dick.

"Eyes front, " growled Brian who was monitoring Bobby.

Bobby looked across the two and a half foot trench and found himself looking at the boy who had been behind him in line. The kid ran his eyes down over Bobby's tummy to his prick and balls, and then raised his eyebrows and winked. Bobby's eyes ran down muscled tan body of the other boy to look at his equipment, a huge fucking hose of an uncircumcised prick hanging over two lemonsized nuts. Bobby guessed the boy to be about sixteen.

Another whistle blew and all the boys began to piss. Two hundred pissing teen dicks. Two hundred streams of yellow pee cascading down into the tiled troughs. Bobby heard one of the faculty say to a guest,

"You see how efficient it is. We get the little cunts in and out in no time. Also nice to watch."

The boy across from Bobby kept eye contact. Bobby was hypnotized by the kid's great beauty, and Bobby was straight. Then the boy gave his hips a push and his big pissing dick bounced and sent a spray of pee up out of the trench to hit Bobby in the stomach. Several boys laughed as Bobby stepped back. His own dick started pissing on the floor. He reached for it, but remembered to control himself in time.

"Back in line pussyface."

Bobby stepped back, glowering at the boy, who made a pouty mouth at him and moved his hips again, this time making patterns with his piss in the trough. Another bell rang and the boys stopped pissing. If a boy hadn't finished by that time, he simply had to hold it. Then a trustee yelled "Shake piss" and all the boys jumped and wiggled to shake the drops of excess piss off their dickheads. Bobby followed suit and jumped, his finely arched tennis shoe shod feet bouncing on the white tiles, his bag and prick flopping up and down. Then a whistle and the boys dressed again, and marched off to afternoon classes. Bobby was pulled aside by Brian.

"Since you don't have a class schedule yet, you report to the photographer. Every student gets his id photos taken. "

The photography studio was at the end of a secluded hallway. Brian deposited Bobby and then left. Bobby went through the double wooden doors into a dark warm room decorated with lots of curtains and rolls of paper in various colors. He saw standing before him the strangest sight he had ever seen. A boy dressed in only a lavender jock strap. A boy about his own age and height and weight, but decorated in the most unusual way. Each of the boys shell shaped ears was pierced about twenty times. Silver hoops cluttered the ears and earlobes. The boys nose had a silver ring through it and each nostral had a stud through it. The boys eyebrows had two silver hoops, and his lower lip had a ring through it. The lad had a slender youthful body, perhaps even more boyish than Bobby's young teenage form, and both the kid's nipples were pierced with rings. Not only that but the nipples themselves were long and red..like tiny dicks. Bobby had never seen such nipples on a girl or boy. The kid's belly button was pierced and ringed as well.

"Hi, " the kid said in a real friendly way. "You must be Bobby, I'm Tad. But every body out there calls me Pincushion. Listen, before you meet Mr. Dickerson, let me tell you some stuff. Dickerson is a real nice man, well nice compared to everyone else around here. I got this job here as his assistant and it's practically Heaven. He doesnt beat the kids or torture them or anything. So you be real nice to him cause he may be the only friend you have around here. That is unless you like to be beaten and tortured."

"No I don't." Bobby couldn't stop staring at the boys rings and his distended nipples. The kid had a very youthful smooth boyish face, quite beautiful and the piercings were incongruous and alarming in such a setting.

"Ah you've met Tad I see."

A pleasant looking middle aged man dressed in slacks and sweater came out of the darkness.

"And you must be Bobby, pleased to meet you."

He held out his hand and Bobby felt like a human being for the first time all day.

" I'm Mr. Dickerson and Tad here is my assistant. We have the obligation to photograph and measure you for Mr. Burke's files. My goodness where are your shorts boy?"

"I never got any," Bobby stammered.

Tad laughed. Mr. Dickerson made a clicking noise.

"The butt of a cruel prank, I'd say. Somebody has been yanking your chain. By the way, nice chain. Well shall we get started. Bobby if you would kindly remove your tank top and tennis shoes and step up on that dias, no I think that one instead. I like the aubergene drapery behind you. first we have to measure you. I will do the honors and Tad will write down your vital statistics for Mr. Burke. Now don't be embarassed boy, we don't enjoy this anymore than you do..but we all have our jobs, right Tad?"

Mr. Dickerson took a measuring tape and got to work.

"Height, five foot five inches [1.65 m]. Waist, twenty three [58 cm], my my you are a petite little thing aren't you?"

And so it went, very detailed. Dickerson measured Bobby's shoulders, his chest, his hips, his neck his head, the length of his arms, even his fingers.

"Some of these measurments are just stupid if you ask me Bobby, but Mr. Burke insists on it and who are we to argue with him, huh?" Dickerson chuckled, and Bobby relaxed a bit. The guy was nice.

The man next measured Bobby's legs, calf and thigh, then his ankles and even the length and circumference of each toe. Then he raised the tape measure to Bobby's dick.

"Now, don't be embarassed. This will be over in no time."

He then measured the length of Bobby's dick flaccid, the circumference of the dick stalk at the base and right behind the head..the head itself, and the length and circumference of his ball bag. Bobby felt light headed and embarassed. Also the lunch he had had didn't feel too good in his stomach. The food had tasted like shit. He hoped there was something better for dinner. A chalk board had said pizza, but Bobby didn't believe anything anymore.

Now Dickerson measured each of the boy's nuts. Then he measured the length of the boys piss slit. All this handling of the boys dick and balls made the cock thicken and swell a bit. Bobby stood stiffly on the podium being measured in the most intimate way, while behine a smoky window/mirror at the end of the room, twenty men looked on.

While they watched the new boy's humiliation, teenage boys, naked as babies sucked on their big dripping dicks or bent over displaying their hot teenage assholes waiting for a big dicked fuck. One curly haired lad of fifteen knelt open mouthed, while the man near him squeezed on his own big pisser, sending strings of pre-cum down into the kid's mouth. Two other men had three fingers each in the ass of a sixteen year old and were trying for four. Meanwhile the boy had to tell them in detail about fucking his girlfriend's pussy before he landed at Lakeland.

"So did you two fuck every day after school then?" one man asked jamming three fingers as far as he could up the kid's rectum.

"Did you ram her little cunt good and hard?" The other asked, matching his friend's thrusts.

Another businessman had just shot a load of cum deep into a seventeen year old's muscular ass, and how he grabbed a thirteen year old by the back of the neck.

"Suck my slime out of his cunt, and you better do a good job."

The boy buried his young innocent face between the older boy's muscular ass globes and sucked on the fucked out shithole as hard as he could.

Back in the studio, Mr. Dickerson had finished measuring the distance between Bobby's balls and his asshole and the width and length of the asshole itself. Bobby was breathing heavily, he didn't know why.

"You know kid, you got a little blackhair on your nut sack and around your hole. Better get rid of that tomorrow morning. Mr. Burke doesn't like that at all."

Now they were ready for the photographs. Mr. Dickerson had Bobby dress in a school uniform. Black blazer, white shirt, school tie, little beanie, grey shorts, knee socks and shiney shoes. he took about a dozen shots of Bobby standing dressed that way. Bobby felt good to be dressed again. Next Bobby was told to remove the blazer. Dickerson took shots of the boy stretching and turning, kicking a soccer ball, eating a candy bar, which was wonderful for Bobby.

"Now tell me Bobby were you in any sports at your school?"

"Yes sir, I swam and played soccer."

"Well we have some of you with the soccer ball, let's get some of you in a swim suit. You'll find one you can change into behind that screen."

A few minutes after Bobby came out wearing the most rediculous swimsuit he had ever seen.

"Something is wrong with this," he moaned.

"No that's the latest European swimsuit. Looks good on you."

It was nothing more than a piece of bright pink netting. It formed a kind of pouch cupping Bobby's thirteen year old prick and balls, and was attached with mere strings. The netting wasn't even small and Bobby's pink fleshy scrotum skin could be easily seen through the material. It was more obscene than being nude. Bobby hated it.

It was quite a sight. In the back room three middle aged men couldn't control it and shot sprays of sloppy white spunk onto the face of a fourteen year old. The two guys who now had four fingers each up the sixteen year old's streched asspussy, paused mid thrust to look at Bobby.

"I can't wait to work on that ass." One of them sighed. "Let's concentrate on this double fist fuck first, boy if you don't relax that pussy, its going to be all the harder for you."

"Yeah, " growled the other, "Look how well fuckhole over there is doing."

He was refering to a fourteen year old thin small lad who was entertaining a group of gentlemen by shoving his own fist in and out of his stretched out asshole.

In the studio Dickerson was making Bobby pose in the pink pouch.

"Make a muscle! Good good. Now lift one leg 3; good now twist your torso 3; good now turn around and bend over at the waist and look at me through your legs."

Then Dickerson sat down and had a long intimate talk with Bobby.

"Look Bobby, I'm really upset at the way boys are abused at this school. I love boys and don't like to see them hurt. I had a crazy idea how all of this horror could stop. But I need your help. I hope you have the courage. It could even get the boy's free if the idea works. Here's my idea. If I take some really dirty photos of you and put them on the internet, then the school will be investigated and they will see all the abuse going on. It will take courage because if Burke finds out we are both in trouble."

In the other room Burke who was sitting on the face of a sixteen year old black boy getting his ass eaten out had to laugh out loud. That made his dick that was down the throat of a fourteen year old, twitch. He slapped the kid's face.

"Breath through your fucking nose, slug, and keep that big dick in your throat."

Back in the studio Dickerson had finally convinced the boy to comply. It was Bobby's only hope of escape. Dickerson took nude photos of the thirteen year old.

"Spread your legs more 3; thrust yor hips at the camera 3; give me more dick. "

"Oh God, sir, this feels so dirty. It's so embarassing."

Bobby started to cry.

"Good. Tears are good, when thousands of people see this on the internet, they'll storm this school in no time. "

"Thousands of people are going to see me naked?" Bobby whined.

"More, hundreds of thousands, when this story breaks and this school is closed, your bare assed photos will be all over the tabloids. Turn around and spread your ass cheeks."

"I don't want people to see me like this," the boy sobbed, spreading his pale ass cheeks to reveal the pink rosebud of his pussy pucker. "

"I know, I don't like doing this either, but think of all the boy's you'll be saving, not to mention yourself. If you spread your legs and bend your knees you can get your ass open farther. Spread your cheeks as wide as you can. Squat more so we can see your balls hanging there. The problem is Burke will claim these are just art photos. We got to make them porno so it's really illegal. Tell you what stick a finger up your asshole."

Bobby was delerious with humiliation

"Oh God, no please Sir, don't ask me to do that."

"For the school Bobby, to save the boys, stick a finger way up your asshole 3; keep your head between your legs looking at the camera while you do it."

Bobby poked one slender teenage finger at his virgin asshole.

"Stick it way in, hurry up, Bobby, we don't have much time, if Burke finds out, shove that finger up your boycunt."

Tad was standing next to Dickerson rubbing the man's swollen dick through his trousers. He was a good assistant, and he drank piss and ate shit like a pro.

Bobby now had one slender finger up his teenage poopshute.

"Great, this will really shock them. Now another get another one up there."

All the while the man clicked photos.

"I can't, my asshole is too tight." Bobby moaned, tears dripping from his face to the podium.

"Come on stretch that fucking hole. We gotta close this school, so it hurts a little. You can do it boy, get two fingers way up there."

Bobby, perfect ass facing the camera, balls swinging, head down between his legs, shoved a second finger up his tight asshole.

"Smile now, smile at the camera." CLICK!

Dickerson then had Bobby stand up and turn around.

"Now get a hard on for us."

"Oh I can't do that. Not in front of anybody."

"Come on. I've got my ass on the line trying to save you here, we need porno so beat that dick hard."

Bobby pulled his fingers from his asshole. Then his face got very very red.

"I've got 3;" he cried. "I've got poop on my fingers."

"Who cares, you can shower later, now beat your dick until its nice and stiff. You got a nice big one there. "

Bobby jacked his dick with his shitty hand. He felt just awful, like he wanted to die. The men in the other room almost died laughing at the boys shy embarassment. Several of them got inspired to play shit games of their own. The boys hated that the most. In the studio, Bobby was on all fours. His seven inch [18 cm] hard prick swaying and bouncing. He couldn't stop crying and was now bawling like a baby.

"Great 3; Great 3;" Dickerson said as he shot pictures and Tad rubbed his fat dick.

" Now lift one leg like you were a dog taking a piss, lift the leg higher so we can see your balls and cock."

Bobby was hysterical and just followed orders like a pet.

"Lift that leg higher 3; great 3; now on your back 3; see if you can get your legs up over your shoulders 3; show us your whole cock and balls and asshole 3; keep that dick hard."

How much abuse can one little thirteen year old take? How much before the mind snaps before the will is broken?

Let's see shall we?

Chapter 5
Doctor

"Hey little cunt, it looks like you been crying."

Brian put his large teenage hands on the boy's face and wiped his pale cheeks free of tear stains. He let his fingers linger on the soft boyflesh then ran one diget over the bull quivering lips. Bobby looked so confused, so worn and broken.

"If you think Mr. Dickerson was rough, you ain't seen nothing yet. Your next stop is Doc Trotter for your physical examination."

Bobby was led through the halls almost naked. Mr. Dickerson had insisted that he dress in the pink net posing pouch that he had used for the obscene photos, and the tennis shoes, but he wouldn't give the boyback his tank top. The net bag that covered his prick and balls was almost more obscene than being nude down there. His smooth as velvet ball bag pushed through the netting, and his boy dick could be seen curled up and straining against the pink material. Brian patted the boys crotch, "cute 3; very cute." he said.

Bobby was taken to Doc Trotters office and left sitting on a cold metal chair in a very scary office full of threatening metal equipment that looked like machines of torture to poor Bobby. The thirteen year old was feeling quite ill now from the awful lunch he had eaten. The chef had put a liberal dose of exlax in the boys food to keep them with the shits all day, knowing they were not given permission to evacutate their bowels. Poor Bobby's tummy ached. He sat on the metal chair in his pink pussy pouch and looked around the room. The door on the far side opened and Doctor Trotter came in. Trotter was a nice looking man of thirty-five. Only he was a terrible alcoholic who had lost his license for giving a fourteen year old boy a hernia operation that left the kid without balls by mistake. Trotter was a boylover with his own peculiar brand of turn on.

"So you must be Bobby, what's with the pink pussy pouch, you a faggot?" Bobby was mortified. Where as Mr. Dickerson had at least seemed kindly, Doctor Trotter was gruff and abrasive.

" No sir, I was given this to wear. "

" Yeah tell me another one. Perverts like you just wear that shit to give the other boys hardons. You know if a boy gets a hardon he's punished for having dirty thoughts. So why do you tempt them?"

"Honest sir, I was made to wear this by Mr. Dickerson. You see I had no shorts and 3;"

"Oh so you were parading around showing your dick to everyone, huh? What kind of pervert are you? Stand up boy. Take off that ball bag and let's see you."

Bobby untied the pink net pouch and was soon standing in just his high tops, a perfect specimen of innocent boyhood. His full five inch [12½ cm] flaccid cock hung arced over his fat juicy young scrotum. Trotter needed a drink.

"I gotta give you an examination. So hop up on the table."

Bobby climbed up onto the examination table and sat with his strong boyish legs dangling off the side.

"Lose the shoes." Trotter growled.

Bobby kicked off his high tops revealing his perfectly arched boy feet. First Trotter did the obvious. He checked the boy's heart, letting the cold stethascope play around Bobby's nipples until they were hard as little pebbles.

"You need to develop your tits boy. I'm going to put you down for tit training."

Bobby didn't know what that was, and didn't want to know. Next Trotter checked the boys pulse.

"Stick out your tongue." he barked.

Bobby did.

"Farther 3; much farther 3; Burke will not be happy with that. He likes a boy who can give good tongue action. Why that tongue would hardly fit past the outer rectum muscles. Stick it out."

Bobby stretched out his tongue until it really hurt. But Doc Trotter wasn't satisfied.

"Here, lets see if this helps."

He placed something metal on Bobby's tongue that hurt real bad, a clamp of some sort that kept the tongue stretched painfully out of the boy's mouth. With Bobby gagging and moaning, he examined the boys ears and nostrils, letting his hands roam all over the soft innocent face. Then he told the boy to lie back.

"Put your feet in these stirrups. Doctors use these to examine cunts, but since you are a drug pusher, we got to make sure you didn't sneak any drugs in here."

He lifted the boys slender muscualr legs and fitted his feet in the metal holders..then strapped them in so he couldn't escape. Bobby tried to protest that he wouldn't have drugs, but he couldn't talk with his tongue clamped. His smooth young body twisted and writhed on the table, making it even more desirable. His hips rose and his ass banged the table making his teenage prick and balls bounce. Doc Trotter loved it.

"Now I'm going to check your asshole for drugs also hemaroids. You just lay still and it will be over soon."

He took a metal tool in his hands.

"This is a cunt spreader. It will hold your ass lips open while I inspect."

Bobby felt the cold metal tool inserted into his asshole. Then the doctor opened it and Bobby's ass lips were pulled wide apart. He screamed. Next the docer stuck one finger in the boy's hole and felt around.

"Humph 3; prostate seems healthy 3; you obviously haven't been fucked too much by the school football team. I heard a rumor you were the school cunt, is that true? What did you do, suck off the teams mostly? Your cunt is still nice and tight. I'll bet I can get two fingers in there."

The agony lasted for twenty minutes. Then the Doctor pulled his fingers out. Bobby didn't see the pervert lick them. Next he checked the boys balls, rolling them in his fingers. He loved the soft sack, and the big boy nuts inside.

"Did Burke beat your balls, boy?" he asked fingering the scrotum and making Bobby very uncomfortable.

"Yes sir."

"Humnph. I'm sure you deserved it. Still and all, he's gonna ruin good milking material the first day if he keeps that up. Your left nut is bruised and swollen. Let me check your pisshole."

He pried open the boys pisslips and poked a q-tip in, Bobby gasped in pain.

"So your pisslips are still nice and sensitive."

He produced a bag and a hose.

"Okay now I'm going to give you an enema. Ever had one?"

"I don't know what that is sir." Bobby tried to talk with the clamp on his tongue. It sounded like 'I dthon no wa ittis thir.'

"We clean you out. Get rid of all the shit inside of you. I stick this nozzle in your asshole and fill you with soapy water. Then you hold it until I tell you to shit it out."

Bobby watched in horror as Doc Trotter fitted a large penis shaped nozzle on the end of the hose. It must have been six inches [15 cm] long and quite thick. Then the Doc without using lubrication, he didn't believe in it, jammed the nozzle up the boy's asshole. Bobby screamed in pain. His young body shook, his ass banged down on the table, but the tube stayed inside his beautiful young ass. He watched until his tummy bloated with water.

"That's 3; enough sir 3;" (ttthsss enough thir 3;), he moaned, cramps shooting through his guts. Christ he looked pregnant.

"Now I'm just goiing to plug you so you can't shit until I want you to."

The doctor removed the hose and inserted a buttplug. Then he unfastened Bobby's legs. He helped the boy sit up, his tummy horribly distended.

"Now boy, we need a urine sample. Please piss into this dish for me."

Bobby, humilaited and in pain, pissed into the dish. The old pervert watching the boys peeing dick with glee. Finally he released the boys tongue, and at first Bobby couldn't control it, it hung limply from his mouth and wouldn't work. It was really cute. Doctor Trotter helped the bloated pain wracked boy sit on the very edge of the table.

"I need a sperm sample. When was the last time you shot a load, boy?"

Bobby blushed.

"When I was in custody after my hearing. One of the policemen made me undress and climb up on his desk and jack my, you know my thing for a bunch of cops. "

"And when was that?"

"Almost a week ago."

"My my, you must be bursting at the seams. Not milked in a week. Well my boy, I'm going to milk you. We don't believe in letting boys play with their dicks here at Lakeland. It creates unhealthy ideas in their fucking little heads. But once in a while a boy needs a good milking to clean him out. Besides I need a spunk sample. So get on your hands and knees, like the fucking animal you are. Now let me hold your dirty little dick. Now I'll just milk this fucker dry."

The doctor reached beneath the boy and grabbed his thirteen year old prick and started to pump. Well Bobby who had been teribly aroused by having to pose for Mr. Dickerson with a hard on, but was given no relief, got throbbing hard in no time. His prick was squirting pre cum all over the place.

"Ever fuck any twat, boy?"

"No sir." Bobby panted. His body wracked between the pain in his gut and the pleasure in his prick.

"Ha, a lot of young girl pussy would enjoy this nice thick teenage cock, too bad they'll never get a sample."

Bobby was bucking his hips. His beautiful ass rising and falling as he fucked into the doctor's hand. Doc trotter slid a metal dish beneath the throbbing boy dick seconds before Bobby blew one of the biggest loads of his life. His big boyfeet curled, his back arched, his ass pumped, his chest expanded and his prick shot a geyser of fuck sauce into the dish.

"Good 3; very good. Now relax. I suppose you want to shit."

Bobby was groaning and holding his bloated stomach, curled up in a fetal positon. The orgasm he had had made the pain in his guts more intense. He looked so damn cute lying like that in a little ball, smooth young ass sticking out, legs tucked up into his tummy, head thrown back in pain, that the doctor just let him stay that way for a while. In fact he took a few pictures to capture the moment. Then he ordered the boy to squat over another metal dish.

"Now I'm going to remove the butt plug, but you don't shit until I give you permission. Understand?"

Bobby groaned in answer.

The doctor slid the rubber butt plug from the boys stretched rectum. It made a loud sucking sound. Then Doc Trotter stood back, and bent down.

"Now make sure I can see the shit coming out. I got to make sure your organs are in healthy working order. Lift your balls a little, fine, now go ahead and shit!"

Poor Bobby had never had such a powerful shit in his young life. He shit until his stomach was empty. He shit until his guts ached and almost turned inside out. He shit until his smooth young body was coated with a silver sheen of sweat. He glowed with shitting. His hair was now wringing wet and plastered down across his forehead and eyes. His full pink lips were parted, his tongue hung limply between them. And still turd after watery turd dropped into the pan mixed with sprays of brown water. Twice he almost fell over and twice Doc Trotter had to steady him. Doc had to remind himself to later edit himself out of the video tape.

At last the boy was finished. The doctor gave him some tissues to wipe his ass with and watched with great interest as the boy cleaned his asshole. Bobby was exhausted and half delerious. Just the way the faculty at Lakeland like to keep their boys.

"Well you seem perfectly healthy to me. You may begin classes tomorrow. Just two more things, a blood test and then some vitamins I want you to take."

"A blood test?"

Bobby hated needles. It was a special fear of his.

"Yes, surely you've had a blood test before. Nothing to worry about."

Doc Trotter sensing the boy's fear produced the largest needle he had.

"Oh my god 3; not that 3;" Bobby gulped. It was fully eight inches [20 cm] long and quite thick.

"Just a simple blood test. Now spread your legs 3;"

"Spread my legs?"

"We always take the blood from the boy's penis."

The Doctor grabbed the boy's deflated cock still dripping a bit of fuck sauce, mixed with pee and jammed the needle into the cock head. Bobby almost went through the roof. Of course the doctor was just being funny. He couldn't get enough blood from the dickhead. So next he had the boy roll over and attacked the beautifl ass. He jammed the needle deeply into Bobby's perfect right ass cheek. While Bobby felt the blood drawn from his ass, his thoughts returned once more to the boy who had stood across from him at the piss trough. The boy was so handsome and seemed so strong, poor Bobby was sure the older lad could protect him. Bobby remembered the boys big uncut dick and the way the boy had complimented his ass. He didn't know it but the thirteen year old was developing a crush on the older golden skinned kid.

Lastly, the doctor told Bobby he wanted to give the boy some vitamins as the kid probably wasn't going to be eating well until he adusted to the school. In his back room he did include vitamins in the mix that also contained some of Bobby's own shit and cum, some of the cum of a previous boy patient, a little horse piss and some teenage boy snot. He blended all the stuff and poured it into a glass.

"Here you are. It doesnt taste the best in the world, but its nice and healthy for you. Drink it all up now."

Bobby looked at the green and brown lumps floating in the milky substance. It was sickening. But what could he do. He raised the glass and drank. He wanted to throw up, but knew that would be bad, so he kept the awful mixture down. The taste kind of bitter and chalky stayed with him all the way back to the dorm. Where he decided to get to work reading the school handbook. He eased his sore ass down on the metal bed springs and began to read. What he read, blew his mind.

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