Dale10

Lakeland Lads

Chapters 6-10

Chapter 6
Handbook

Brian was real proud of that song. He had written it himself. Now he walked down the line of naked boys. Demanding one to show him his asshole, which he poked with his finger.

"How's that pussy stretching coming girl?" he asked.

"Fine sir," the fourteen year old answered.

Then he twisted the big nipples of another boy.

"Are your titty exercises working? Your nipples dont seem any bigger than last week."

"I work on them two hours a day, sir." the terrified boy answered.

"I want those nipples two inches [5 cm] long boy, two inches, hear me!"

The boy whose tits he twisted was also seventeen and even more muscular than Brian, but he seemed scared out of his mind.

"I want you to have tits like a girl with nipples so big you cant ever go shirtless in public. I want those tits rubbing against your shirts to be swollen and erect at all times!"

"I'm trying sir." The sweating seventeen year old answered.

"Maybe we'll shoot some siliacone into your tits so they really develop into a pair of beauties. Real nice jugs to hang onto when some guy is dicking your pussy huh?"

"Oh yes sir. What ever it takes to please you sir!"

When Brian got to Bobby, he shoved him into the middle of the room.

"This is the new cunt. His name is Bobby, but you all will call him Clitface. Ain't he pretty?"

He ran his hands down over Bobby's naked body. Then the boy grabbed Bobby's dick and balls.

"He's got a real nice pisser for thirteen, and he ain't through growing yet. Too bad no girls never gonna feel this cuntstuffer. But Clitface's cunt will get stuffed daily."

He laughed then all the boys laughed. All except Bobby. He started to cry again, which made all the boys laugh harder.

Chapter 7
Huckleberry Finn

In his sleep Bobby would turn slightly, throwing one youthful smooth leg out and curling one foot. Several time he almost brought his thumb up to his pouty mouth, a habit he'd had to fight since childhood. Bobby's smooth tummy gave way to a pink soft groin with a small triangle of very dark black hair just over his soft pink five inch [12½ cm] prick. His balls lay big and relaxed on the bed spring. He was one fuckable baby all right.

The next morning Bobby got through inspection all right, although his morning piss hard was especially swollen and tight because he had to pee something fierce. His dick throbbed a full seven inches [18 cm], looking even larger on a boy so small and young. The poor seventeen year old in Bobby's dorm got his tits worked over again by Brian. Bobby didn't know how the poor boy could take it. Brian twisted and pulled the swollen nipples of the other boy, who even though he was larger and stronger just stood at attention biting his lower lip and whimpering. Brian said his nipples would be prize winning by the time they finished with them.

The boys marched to the cunt room, piss hards bobbing and swaying. Yelling "Piss hard sir" every fifteen seconds. In the confusion inside the tiled room, Bobby found himself facing the golden tanned boy with the big uncut prick from the day before. The boy pushed his way in line behind Bobby.

"Hello my little love, " he whispered. "I dreamed about you all night."

Bobby was both so flattered and embarassed he could hardly breath.

"Don't worry I'm right behind you, you're safe with me." The older kid whispered, and Bobby felt really safe.

Soon the boy in front of Bobby was squatting and shitting and Bobby knew he would have the horrible job of wiping the boys asshole clean. He watched the turds drop from the boys ass into the trench. Then the whistle blew, he moved down, smelling the awful smell from the trench. The boy ahead was eighteen and had a really muscular ass. It had two dimples in the cheeks and the smooth ass cheeks were spread wide revealing a rather large pink asshole. Bobby swallowed the vomit that rose in his throat and wiped the ass. He threw the shitty towlette into the trench and used a second.

"Careful baby, those got to last all week," a voice whispered behind him.

Bobby refolded the shitty towlette and used it again to clean the hunky eighteen year old ass. The bell sounded and it was Bobby's turn. Several faculty members moved in to watch the boy's bowel movement.

'Oh my god, they're all watching me piss and shit. I can't believe it. How sick is this place.' Bobby thought. He half squatted one foot [30 cm] on either side of the trench. One of the adults had a video camera. Bobby couldn't hold back anymore and he did his job in front of them.

The bell sounded and he squeezed one last log out. then he felt the boy behind him begin to wipe his ass. Oh, how terrible, this handsome older boy was wiping his ass like he was a baby.

"Keep 'em spread baby, just enjoy it." the older kid whispered.

The fingers toyed with his pink pucker. It did feel good. Bobby did enjoy it. He loved the touch of the older boy. Then instead of paper he felt the boys fingers themselves on his asshole, playing with his rosebud.

"My name is Carlos" the boy sighed, almost music to the younger kid's ears. "And you are going to be my girlfriend. I love you" he soothed.

The finger began to insert itself. Bobby pressed back towards it, not caring, so happy for some affection, and the bell stopped them.

Later Bobby went to his first class. English. He had had the same white shorts as the other boys, although his were very small and his dick and balls showed right through the thin material. His English teacher Mr. Kane was a handsome man in his mid twenties who wore a white shirt with a very nice tie. He had a trim muscular body and his perfectly fitting slacks showed a roudn tight ass. He also wore dark rimmed glasses which gave him a distinguished look, and set off his flashing green eyes.

The first hour of the class was a delight. Bobby could actually relax and listen to the class studying Twain's Huckleberry Finn without fear of humilation or abuse. The students each rose when they recited, and the boys did seem a bit frightened of being wrong, but otherwise everything went smoothly. then the tone suddenly changed. The kindly Dr. Jeckyll became Mr. Hyde. Mr. Kane suddenly turned the nature of the discussion to sex.

"There has been much written about whether or not Huckleberry and Jim had sexual relations, whether theirs was a queer relationship or not. What do you think boys?"

Most of the boys offered the opinion that the two were just good friends.

"Yes but Jim was a well hung nigger, used to fucking two or three times a day probably,"

Bobby gasped at the teacher's use of that foul word to describe a black person.

"And here they were stuck on this raft, and here was this cute little teenage white boy with a darling little fuckable ass right in front of him. I mean who would blame him for wanting to relieve his big thirteen inch [33 cm] fuck tool in that boy pussy?"

The class grew quiet, and Bobby could feel the discomfort level rise. Many of the boys looked down at the floor.

"Now we only have one African American boy in our class, Tyler. Tyler what do you think? Would Jim go for a little white boy pussy? At least have Huckleberry suck him off a couple times a day?"

The sixteen year old black boy hung his head in shame. "I don't know sir, I'm not Jim." he mumbled.

"Yeah, but you're a well hung black boy arn't you? I hear you were sent her for fucking white girls, suppose no girls were available and your big black dick just had to shoot off, would you go for some white boy ass?"

"No sir, that's dirty. It's not natural."

Tyler had beautiful big eyes and a smooth brown face with full sensuous lips and wide nostrils on his straight nose. His ears were round like shells, and his hair was close cropped. Mr. Kane threw a boner looking at him.

"Not natural, shit, you're a horny nigger on a raft, you got blue balls and there is some nice pink teenage boy ass available, you know fucking well you take it."

"I don't know sir," the boy mumbled, trying to hide behind the boy seated in front of him.

"Well then Tyler, why don't you just bring your big fat nigger dick up here in front of the class!"

The boy sniffed back tears and rose. Bobby couldn't help but stare at the huge lump in the boys tight white shorts. Tyler walked to the front of the room.

"Is it true what they say Tyler about nigger dicks being so big?"

Mr. Kane was having the time of his life at the poor black boy's expense.

"Some 3; I guess 3; I don't know sir."

The boy was shaking his head and staring a the floor.

"Well suppose you peel off those shorts and show us your big black prick."

"Please sir, not in front of the class."

"Tyler, I don't want to have to repeat myself."

The boy stripped down his shorts. Several boys in the class gasped out loud. Tyler did have a humongous eight inch [20 cm] flaccid dick and balls the size of softballs. It was a sight to behold.

"Now Johnson get up here."

Johnson was a fourteen year old blond boy small of stature and very lithe. He had a cute punky face with a button nose and a few freckles.

"Johnson take off your shorts."

The boy obeyed at once.

"Now class by comparrison. Look at Johnson's puny prick, that dickie can't be more than an inch [2½ cm] flaccid. Johnson was really embarassed by his small dick. His dorm captain called him Pencil Prick.

"Okay Johnson, since your dick is useless, show Tyler your ass. Wiggle it at him. Like you were Huck and he was Jim. Huck was probably hungry to slurp on that big black fuck sausage. He wanted it up his boycunt, so wiggle that ass!"

Johnson wiggled his ass and his blond hair fell over his eyes.

"Does that turn you on Tyler?" Kane asked, stroking the boys flaccid black cock with his fingers. He began to gently pump the black prick, which swelled almost immediatley.

"Oh God don't do this," Tyler groaned, obviously enjoying the fingers on his dick. Johnson wiggled his ass.

"Does that nice pink boy pussy turn you on black boy? Just like Jim was turned on by Huck's freckled teenage ass? Did they fuck on that raft boy. Did they fuck their brains out?"

Tyler was grinding his hips into the frigging fist of the teacher.

"Yeah, just an animal that's what you are Tyler, a fuck hungry animal, you'd rape any ass available, and so would Jim."

He released his hand to reveal Tyler's twelve and a half inch [32 cm] throbbing dripping dick. Tyler fucked the air for a few seconds. He was sobbing with sex need.

"Alright, lose that hard on you fucking pervert!" Mr. Kane snapped, Tyler's prick was pulsing getting ready to cum. The big black pisshole opening and closing and string of pre-fuck drooling to the floor.

"I said lose it." Kane slapped Tyler hard in the big nutsack, sending the boy to the floor. Tyler moaned and held his bruised ballbag as his dick wilted.

"Stop waving that boy pussy in our faces Johnson. You are a pathetic faggot. Now class, your assignment for tormorrow is to speculate on the sexual relations of Jim and Huck. I want a two thousand word essay on their fucking and sucking on the raft. Write it in the style of Twain, and be graphic and specific. If the paper is not detailed enough, you will be punished. I also want you to include at least one sexual perversion in their copulation. You may choose what you think is a perversion. But if it's not kinky enough, you will get an F. Remember these were poor uneducated country people, so they probably did lots of disgusting things. Tom and Becky were probably fucking at twelve, so imagine what Huck and Jim were doing. Class dismissed!"

Chapter 8
Romeo and Juliet

"We want to welcome you to our class Robert. We are currently studying Romeo and Juliet. Scenes from the play will be performed at our annual Arts night. Where guest from outside come to see our boys perform. We've just reached the scene where Romeo and Juliet are married and he sneaks into her bedroom for their marriage night fuck.

'Jesus,' thought Bobby, 'is all anyone thinks about around here fucking?'

"Tyler is playing Romeo and I think you as our new guest should be Juliet."

The class, a bit more relaxed than in Mr. Kane's English class chuckled. Some teachers you could relax a bit more with as long as you fed their sick perversions.

"Oh I'd really rather not, can't I just watch today?" Bobby stammered.

"Oh I'd really rather you would. Now get your ass up here young man, no dillydallying."

Swanson had heard about the new boy's tasty ass and couldn't wait to see it.

"Now the play picks up with the morning after the night before." Swanson laughed at his way with words, "but I've made a tape recording playing both parts myself, of what the two young lovers did the night before, and as an exercise in acting background, building a history for what your character does off stage. I want you boys to act out what I have the characters say on the tape. First we need costumes. Tyler you'll find your tights behind that screen, go and put them on and surprise us."

The black boy once again humiliated beyond belief stepped behind the screen.

"And Bobby as Juliet. Why don't you slip this on."

Mr. Swanson held up a transparent pink shorty nightgown.

Bobby started to put on the flimsy thing over his tanktop and shorts. Swanson stopped him.

"Dear boy, we don't get dressed for bed over our clothing. What are you a heathen. Juliet wants to be sensual for her husband, she wants to entice him, how can you entice dressed like a clown!"

If Bobby had had any tears left, he would have cried, but they were long gone. His eyes were dull and accepting and dry, but the humiliation burning inside of him was as fervent as ever. His face turned red as he stripped down his shorts and slipped off his tank top. He stood nude once again, boy dick and balls on display, Swanson tilting his head to get a good look at the assmeat on this young colt. Then Bobby put on the frilly pink see through nightgown. It was so short the head of his dick hung out about half an inch [1 cm] at the bottom.

"Perfect fit," Swanson cooed.

Bobby felt utterly stupid in the thin thing. His nipples and dick and balls and everything showed right though. The boy's breathing grew labored. A pain returned to his gut, an ominous pain of warning.

"Now a matching ribbon for you hair."

Swanson pinned a large pink ribbon to Bobby's black hair, pausing long enough to run thin tentacle like fingers over the boys smooth face.

"Just a touch of lipsitck"

The teacher smeared some red on Bobby's lips making him look like a whore.

"And lastly, because she would dress up for her lover, these nice highheel shoes. I think they should fit your big boy feet."

Christ! They had a six inch [15 cm] heel! The class roared openly as Bobby struggled into the shoes. The school encouraged the boys to laugh at each others misfortune, laughter is good and helps the humiliation.

Bobby was the perfect cunt! His youthful gentle features made him look like a teenage girl. Of course there was the dickhead hanging out of the nightgown and the brown discs of his masculine nipples showing through the material, but he was a sweet young pussy none the less. More than one boy in the room had a hardon watching the kid.

Bobby trying to balance on the awful shoes fell on his ass and the room rocked with boy laughter. He scrambled to his feet.

"All right, Romeo, we're ready for you, if you'd care to join us," Swanson yelled, and poor Tyler made his appearance. Well for one thing the tights were too small. They barely made it up past his muscular black legs and over his crotch. They rode low on the hips. The top of his black pubic bush showing, they were white and almost as thin as Bobby's nightgown. The African American's huge dick slab and pendulous boy balls buldged obscenely, the brown sex organ plainly visable through the thin white material. Bobby could see the fat dickhead, the shape of the entire prick and the smooth black ballbag. In his hand Romeo carried a sword that was really an eight inch [20 cm] dildo with a handle. Mr. Swanson and class lost it. They screamed with laughter until they cried, and Tyler just cried.

Tyler was a bit old to cry you say, well he was a sensitive boy and new at Lakeland himself. He had been found fucking his white girlfriend who planned to run away with him, and the police and the girl's family took a dim view of nigger dickin their daughter, so he was convicted of rape.

Bobby marveled at the boy's muscular chest sporting two quarter sized nipples. Tyler was a most beautiful black youth.

Swanson hit the tape recorder play button. That awful theme from the Romeo and Juliet film of the sixties filled the room.

"Now you must enact what the characters say, and remember to put your all in it. You are actors performing for an audience. Make me believe you!"

"Romeo 3; Romeo, I hold out my arms to you. Embrace with those strong arms of yours your humble Juliet!"

Tyler moved awkwardly across the room, the kids leaned sideways to get a good look at the black boy's tights covered ass.

"Juliet the smell of thy sweet sex lured me here tonight, no map was needed. Thy pussy was my compass, and your sweet cunt my marital bed."

Swanson glowed at his brilliant Shakespearean language. The stupid pricks in the class would miss the subtlties of course but ah well. One suffers for art.

"Kiss me Juliet, kiss your husband."

Oh God!!! Bobby couldn't kiss another boy. Not in front of the whole class, not anyplace. He wasn't queer!

"Kiss me darling," the tape said again as if prompting him. He leaned up. He could smell the sweet smell of Tyler's sweat, the sweat of humiliation and fear. Bobby pressed his lips to Tyler's smooth cheek. Swanson stopped the tape.

"No, no no no, for God's sake, what kind of actors are you? They aren't on a first date. They are husband and wife on their wedding night. On the mouth, on the mouth."

Bobby touched his thirteen year old lips to another boy's mouth for the first time in his life. Tyler's lips were full and thick and rich.

"For god's sake, Romeo, tongue fuck the cunt, get your tongue in her mouth. Let's see some sloppy kissing."

The two boys stood kissing in front of the whole class. Tylers prick got hard almost immediately forcing itself up and out of the waistband of the tights which got a huge laugh. He jammed his tongue down into Bobby's mouth.

"Not good enough, Tyler, swap spit in five seconds or I arrange a visit to the Pit!"

At that the class grew silent. Tyler grabbed Bobby pressing him to his hard black body and rammed his tongue down the boy's throat, saliva gushed out from between the boy's faces. Romeo sucked Juliet's face, sucking her lips in to his big mouth. Bobby shook with fear and excitement. He could feel his own dick erecting.

The tape continued. "My milky breasts, virgin, till your touch have longed for your lips too, suck my titties, Romeo, take your fill."

Mention of the pit had shaken off Tyler's shyness. He tore down Bobby's pink nightie and gobbled the thirteen year old's left nipple.

"Suck that, tit boy, suck your wife's tit!"

Tyler sucked Bobby's nipple until the boy shrieked with pain. Tyler's fat dickhead sticking up out of the tights squirted a huge spray of pre-fuck onto both their bellies. The class was laughing again.

"The bed, take me to the bed, my starry eyed husband."

Tyler scooped Bobby up into his arms, leaving the pink nightie on the floor, and carried him to the prop bed in the middle of the classroom. The thirteen year old was helpless, dizzy with lust and embarassment. His own boy pisser was throbbing against his tummy and shooting small spurts of pecker juice. The big black boy carried him, sucking first on one nipple then the other. He laid the boy on the bed. And stood over him like a satyr.

"Juliet, my fuckhole bride and love, strip off my tights so I can ram my sword deep within the cuntal sheath of your body." The fucking tape droned on.

All the boys were sitting on the edges of their seats now. Bobby reached out with shaking hands and touched the hot black skin of Tyler's hips. His fingers grasped the white material of the tights.

"No no my love, " the tape said. "Show me your love and true devotion by stripping off my tights with your teeth!"

Bobby knelt on the bed before the sweat slick black sixteen year old. He looked up into the lust crazed eyes. He felt half Juliet, half Huck Finn submitting to Jim. He was lost. His young mouth hung slack and spittle dripped from it onto his chest where it mingled with sweat and cockjuice spray. For some strange reason, Bobby's asshole was twitching. He felt his rectal muscles opening and closing. He didn't know why. Tyler looking down at him suddenly let a gob of spit fall onto the young boy's face.

"Do it pussy," he growled, and the room burst into spontanious applause, led by Mr. Swanson. This was real acting!

Bobby leaned in, pressing his face against the sweaty stomach and took the waistband in his mouth. He dragged the leotard down. His face brushing against the big throbbing dick and leaving a tail of fuck sauce on his cheek. Was this heaven or hell, good or bad. Lakeland really fucked up their boys!

Bobby almost drowned in the smell of Tylers dickmeat. His balls gave off a scent of animal and fuck that drove the thirteen year old over the edge.

"Lick my balls." Tyler panted, and Swanson shut off the taperecorder. Bobby hesitated too long and Tyler slapped him. It wasn't a hateful slap, just one of needful lust.

"Hurry up you cunt, lick my fucking balls before they explode!"

Tyler closed his eyes and imagined his white girlfriend. Bobby half in a daze leaned in and pressed his small pink tongue to the tight stretched skin of the black boy's bloated ball sack. For the first time in his life he licked another boy's scrotum. He was a ball licker. For the rest of his life he would always be a ball licker. Bobby licked his own tears off the black ball bag fresh tears, not of pain but of lust, of realization that the school was already changing him. Tyler's dick was running like a faucet, sending cascades of pre fuck down over Bobby's face. Both boys were grunting spastically, then Tyler turned,

"My ass, kiss my asshole!" he said and Swanson yelled "Bravo."

Bobby looked at the black boys high round asscheeks. He put his hands on them and spread the cheeks. God what was happening to him? The smell fo the sweaty ass washed over him. He couldn't sink this low. He couldn't kiss another boy's asshole!

"Kiss that asshole motherfucker, suck it!" Tyler shouted.

Bobby brought his face close to the boy's musky ass. He breathed in ass smell. He was dizzy. His own dick was leaking like never before in his young life. His own asshole was throbbing. Fuck lust consumed the thirteen year old boy. Just as he reached his tongue out to touch the thick skinned brown pucker, the bell rang signaling the end of class.

"We'll stop right there for today. How about a hand for our actors."

The class applauded. Tyler screamed in sexual frustration and fell to his knees, his fat dick painfully hard, and Bobby fell back on the bed, his own pisser waving wildly before him, his body covered with fuckslime, his mind reeling. What had he done in front of twenty boys, what had he done? Bobby realized that the days of his normal boyhood were behind. Nothing was normal here and he was being turned into a CUNT!

Chapter 9
Therapy

He put his shorts on but they tented out so in front he could hardly pull them up. The head of his dick stuck out of the waistband, all red and swollen. A thirteen year old in fuck need is like an elephant in heat. Tyler was in even worse conditon. Mr. Swanson kicked them both out of the classroom, and there they stood in the corridor, teen pissers swollen and drooling wanting release, looking at each other.

"Don't let any teachers see that hard on or it'll be the Pit for you," Tyler whispered, and then turned and ran down the hall.

Poor Bobby didn't know what to do. His tank top was so short his whole belly was bare, so his dick head could be clearly seen shooting pre-cum all over his stomach. To his left in the hallway, a trustee rode on the back of a naked fifteen year old boy, swatting his ass with a riding crop. The other boys were in such a hurry to get to their next classes, only two minutes was allowed, that they barely took notice.

Suddenly a big hand grabbed him by the back of the neck.

"Just the little cunt I'm looking for."

It was Burke, the perfect fear inducement to eliminate an erection. Bobby's dick wilted.

"We've scheduled your first therapy session."

He said ushering the boy down the hall by a hand at the rear of his neck. The fingers kept working on Bobby's neck, kneading and massaging. Bobby could hardly keep up with the big guy and the last thing he wanted was to go to something called a therapy session.

"We weren't going to begin your therapy until Wednesday night, but the opportunity presented itself, and we at Lake always avail ourselves of good fortune. Besides, you're very lucky. The Governor has taken an interest in your case."

Then Burke stopped. "Fuck, I gotta piss something fierce."

He released Bobby and with his same outstretched hand nabbed a fifteen year old Asian boy racing down the hall to his next class.

The boy was small boned, and although fifteen, looked more twelve. He was smaller than Bobby. He had very black hair and eyes, a smooth golden body, and although thin, he was strong and graceful. Like most Asian boys, he had large wide feet. The teachers at Lakeland loved to promote ethnic diversity, to teach the boys about different cultures. So instead of a tee shirt and shorts, Tran, the Thai boy, was made to wear a stupid loincloth of feathers. It really had nothing to do with his culture, but his bare ass and his fifteen year old dick and balls peeking through the feathers sure was cute, and it humiliated the kid no end.

Burke grabbed the kid and threw him onto his knees. Then without a word, the headmaster unzipped his pants and pulled out his big fat fuckslab. He grabbed the boy by the chin and pried his mouth open. Then he shoved his dickhead between the Thai boy's finely shaped full lips.

Bobby stood horrified. Was this demonstration for his benifit? Was it another lesson for him, or was this the way Burke always behaved? Burke proceeded to piss in the boy's mouth. Bobby could see the kids cheeks bloat out with the force of the piss. Tran swallowed as fast as he could. He knew to let even a single drop of golden elixir escape his mouth was to incur terrible punishment. Burke's piss had the strongest flavor of any faculty member in the school, at least that's what Tran thought. The headmaster played with the small Thai face while he pissed.

"Yessir, nothing like a good piss. Don't be offended Bobby, this little Asian cunt loves my pee. Don't you Siam Slit?"

The piss gulping boy nodded his head, the fat fucktool as big as his whole face.

"Yessir, the little gook didn't want to slurp piss at first. He was real adament about it, so we had to put him on a piss diet for a week. That fixed things, gave him a real love of faculty urine."

He stoked the back of the pissdrinkers head.

"You just enjoy this piss baby, get it all down."

When he had finished, Biurke wiped his piss drippings on Tran's face, then zipped up. Then he threw the kid down the corridor in the direction he had been going.

"I'll be late for class," the boy whispered, tasting the strong piss flavor in his mouth.

"Well then you'll just have to get a scrotum slapping, won't you?" Burke laughed.

Then he grabbed Bobby and ushered him to the Therapy room.

Bobby was strapped bare assed into a chair. Burke was there along with Doc Trotter, the Governor, whom Bobby recognized from seeing him on tv, and two young male interns. While Burke talked, one intern took notes, and the other video taped.

"Now Bobby, remember we are here to help you. You have really fucked up your life and we want to help you straighten it out. You may think our teaching methods harsh, but remember, they are for your own good. In looking at your records we have come to believe that you are a repressed homosexual Bobby"

Bobby wanted to protest that he was not gay, that he was a normal healthy heterosexual and there had been some mistake, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was gagged. Gagged I might add with a dirty sweaty jockstrap that the Governor had been waring for two weeks, a jock strap that a dozen boys had jacked off into. Burke grabbed Bobby's soft face and shoved the stinking prickpouch deep into his mouth.

"It's okay to be a fag Bobby. We here at Lakeland are modern thinkers. We aren't prejudice. We know you can't help being a cocksucking pervert."

Meanwhile one of the interns was gently stroking Bobby's nipples. The beautiful boy was in a state of near hysteria. The events of the last two days just kept piling up until the kid felt like his whole body would explode. Was there to be no relief, ever from the torment?

"You see Bobby, your main psychological problem isn't that you are a fucking fiary dick loving homosexual. No that's not your problem at all, your problem is that you deny it. You are what we call in a state of denial. You still pretend to like girls. So that's what we have to cure you of. We have to help you bring out your true faggot nature. Then you'll be happy. So we'll begin today. Today's exercise is simple, you just watch the show. Everytime you begin to get an erection, an electrical shock in your dick and balls and asshole will remind you that you don't like that."

Bobby tried to protest, but he couldn't speak with the scummy fuckstrap in his mouth. His saliva had softened the stiff material and cum slop now dripped down his virgin throat. Bobby gagged.

"Oh don't worry about the fuckslop taste of the jock pouch in your mouth. Once you recognize and embrace your true homosexual nature. That taste will be like mother's milk to you. You'll crave dicksnot every hour, and you'll get it too."

The interns had connected metal clips to his scrotum and the pisslips of his penis. They also shove a small metal rod up his teenage asshole with a wire connected.

"Now Bobby, just relax and watch the show."

A door opened and to Bobby's amazment a naked thirteen year old girl appeared.

"She looks a little like that your cunt sister, doesn't she, that's why we picked her. Have you ever thought about fucking your sister Bobby? Ever lay in bed at night and play with your dick and dream about your sister's cunt?"

Oh God, how did they know? Bobby had masturbated thinking about his sister, often. He had peeked on her changing and showering. He had looked at her young fresh pussy and gotten fuck squirting hard ons, and now this girl, this twat, this sexy thing was dancing in front of him. The girl, sent from Lakaland's sister school for wayward girls had been warned that if the boy didn't throw a boner, she would be pussy whipped to within an inch of her life. Bobby couldn't look at her tits at her cunt. He closed his eyes. Burke slapped the boy's face.

"Keep your eyes open, clitlips, if you close them we give you an electric shock that will make your balls shrivel.

The girl was playing with her pussy. Bobby watched.

"He's starting to thicken 3; it's getting hard," an intern watching the teenagers prick commented.

"Bobby, you are denying your real homosexual instincts. You must never get hard over a smelly cunt 3; shock him!"

A tremenous jolt of electricity shot through the boy's body, stiffening him in the chair, straining his whole body against the leather straps. He bit down on the jock in his mouth squeezing more dick seepage down his throat. The pain was unbearable, but only for an instant. Then Burke was stroking the boy's sweatslicked head.

"Bobby, girls are bad 3; girls give us pain 3; boys are good 3; boys have nice big juicy cocks to suck on 3; cock is soothing 3; cunt is painful."

This went on for over an hour. The girl rubbed her pussy on Bobby's face, licked his dick, and every time he responded to her he was shocked. The shock wasn't really enough to damage him in any way, but to the terrified boy it was disasterous. He was reduced to a babbling rubble of boyhood. He sobbed, he shouted that he hated girls, he would do anything to please the men and stop the shocks. He swore he despised cunt, that he would never fuck a girl as long as he lived. Then a naked seventeen year old boy was brought in. Bobby could hardly believe his eyes, it was Carlos, the boy from the toilet line. Carlos in all his naked glory, all golden and muscular and uncut and sexy. Carlos' eyes fairly danced with lust. The handsome Latino teen knelt before Bobby and licked the boys tortured scrotum and dick, bathing the genitals in pain relieving spit. Carlos bent down, the interns raising Bobby's legs, and licked along the boy's asscrack.

"Nice soothing boy tongue, that's what you like Bobby. We saw you staring at Carlos in the cunt room. You like him don't you. You like his big fat uncut dick. You want to be Carlos' girlfriend, don't you Bobby. You want to be his twat, his cumdump. You want to have his babies don't you Bobby. You want to get all pregnant with his sperm. Admit it, you want to feel his big dick in your belly."

It only took a few good hard sucks of Carlos mouth on the boy's swollen prick before Bobby had the hardest orgasm of his young life. After the pain of the shock, it felt like heaven. He had never felt anything so all consumming, so mind bending. Could it be that he really was a faggot? Could it be that he really did like cock? Was he queer, was he really falling in love with the hunky Latino cleaning his sperm slick pecker and cum dripping nuts with his mouth? Oh God if only the good feeling would last and the bad times would go away! He'd gladly be gay if he could get a brief rest from the humilaition and the abuse.

You see, Lakeland has a really high success rate. Burke knows how to reach boy's like Bobby and help them. The Governor was beaming. Bobby would surly be a first class boycunt in no time at all!

Chapter 10
More Therapy and More Lessons

Burke whispered in his ear "You can't stand cunt, cunt is disgusting. Everytime you see a female I want you to feel very sick to your stomach, like you want to puke but can't." Bobby could feel it. He felt it now.

"You are a much better cunt then any girl. You know how to please a man."

They showed him a photo of a sixteen year old cheerleader with her big tits and pink nipples showing. More bad taste in his mouth and some awful smell passed beneath his nostrils and the bad tingling in his dick and balls and asshole. Bobby felt horrible.

Then after a series of these, the slides changed. A close up of a man's penis. The cock was flaccid and full and very large and cut with a big pink head. Beautiful music played in the room and the smell turned wonderful like roses or something. Bobby relaxed, the electric reminder clipped to his body stopped. An intern brought a glass of cool Cola to his lips, he sipped through the straw looking at the slide of the big pink dick.

"Isn't that nice Bobby 3; isn't that wonderful." Burke soothed.

Another slide of the same dick, taken a few feet away. Bobby could now see the man's strong hard body. He was standing next to a locker in a health club or gym.

"Look how beautiful men are Bobby, how strong and sensual, look at that beautiful cock, Bobby. It would taste so good. It would feel so good in your pussy. Admit you are a homosexual Bobby, admit you want dick in your pussy."

Bobby's mouth was so dry and thickly coated with cum seepage, that the cold Cola was heavenly. It was the first Cola he had had in two weeks, and it was his favorite drink. He sipped the cool soft drink and looked at the man in the photo with the big fat pink dick. The prick must have hung seven inches [18 cm] flaccid over very hairy balls. Bobby though briefly of Carlos' big brown uncut cock.

"I see a little dick swell," an intern said.

"It's okay to get a hard on in therapy, Bobby, it's okay to get a big fat boner looking at pictures of the nice big penis. Think about that penis making your pussy feel so good Bobby."

Bobby was really confused. Sometimes it wasn't okay to get aroused, other times it was okay. Sometimes it was dirty and sinful, other times it was good. What was happening? Fingers gently stroked his young dick again.

"Look at the beautiful dick in the picture, Bobby, you want that dick in your little pink boypussy don't you. You want that big dick stuffed right up your boytwat. Feel your twat tickle, Bobby, it wants cock."

Fingers rubbed and stoked his nipples, and he did feel a pleasant sensation around his asshole, his boytwat.

The slide changed and Bobby could now see the whole man standing in the health club locker room. Bobby gasped, it was his own father! His father naked. The dick he had been staring at was his father's prick! He stiffened.

"Easy Bobby, yes, it's Daddy's dick. Daddy's nice dick. Bobby wants his Daddy's dick. Bobby wants to kiss and smooch Daddy's big fucktool."

The drool running from the corner of Bobby's mouth attested to his confusion.

"That's the nice big dick that fucked Bobby into this world. Bobby's Daddy fucked Bobby's mommy and then Bobby was born."

Hands rubbed Bobby's tummy, gently held his scrotum, made him feel so good.

"Bobby's Daddy doesn't fuck mommy any more. She's all dried up. Bobby's Daddy needs sex every day. His big cock needs relief, too bad Bobby isn't there to take Daddy's big cock up his boypussy. Then Daddy would spend more time with Bobby, he'd be there with Bobby fucking him every morning, every night, and getting blow jobs during lunch. Bobby would be pussy stuffed with Daddy dick."

God help him, Bobby wanted to cum, he wanted to cum looking at naked slides of his own father!

"Right now, Daddy fucks the stockboy at work. He also fucks a boy at the health club, but if Bobby's pussy was properly trained, then Daddy would love Bobby."

The thirteen year old boy started to sob helplessly and Burke signaled the end of the first therapy session. The poor exhausted kid was too weak to walk, so Burke had two trustees carry him back to the dorm. One of the trustees, an eighteen year old bully named Chad, took the opportunity to slide a big fat index finger up the boy's asshole.

Burke and the Governor sat in the headmaster's office sipping cognac. A naked fourteen year old stood bearing the drinks tray. A five pound weight hanging form his boy balls to make him move more gracefully. Both men had removed their trousers and now two blond sixteen year olds, twins, knelt between their legs licking their ballbags. The Governor never washed his cock and balls before coming to Lakeland, sometimes for days. He knew the boys loved the rank smell and taste of his dirty prick and nuts. This buff blond was doing a good job too. He knew just how to lift the entire ball bag with his tongue. How to wash each nut individually with spit, how to take both balls in his mouth until he looked like a squirrel with chestnuts. The two sixteen year old twins put on wonderful sex shows too. The Governor had even had them out to the mansion to perform. He loved to watch the look alike brothers eating out each others assholes. They had been the sons of a very wealthy television evangelist, who loved to fuck boy ass on the side. The price for silence had been sacrificing his own two sons to Lakeland. The boys had been innocent as lambs two years ago when they first arrived. It had tormented the preacher terribly that he had had to give up his babies, his boys, until he realized that at Lakeland he could easily fuck his own sons, that made him feel much better about the whole arrangement. The boys were reported lost in an avalanche while on holiday. And now they were sucking cock.

"You know, Jim, I can't wait to have that little Bobby's mouth wrapped around my dick. He reminds me so much of my own son Chris."

Chris was also thirteen and had black hair.

"Have you met Chris. The little fuckers so cute, I can't stand to be in the house with him anymore. Shit I cream watching him out at the pool, and every time he talks to me all I can do is imagine his pouty little lips on my cock."

Burke grunted, raised his hips and slid his huge dick into the mouth of the blond boy between his legs.

"Can't we arrange something for your boy here at the school?"

He slid his prick right down into the boy's throat. The well trained slut boy never even gagged. With the dick down his throat, he still reached out his tongue to lick the root of the cock and the ball sack.

"Shit no, too dangerous, with the election coming up and my boy getting so much media attention."

The Governor eased up in the chair a bit so his blond could get at his asshole. The boys knew what the Governor liked. The Governor who was irritable today, flipped the boy over so the sixteen year old's head rested right on the chair seat, then sat down right on the boy's face.

"No I'm afraid I'll just have to settle for young Bobby. Bobby the Cunt!"

Some joker put exlax in the noontime meal, and half the boys in the school were shitting all over the place, in the halls in the classrooms, wracked with pain. Some of the nicer teachers thought it was terrible funny, watching a boy crumple onto the floor and shit in front of his classmates. Others took a more hard line approach. "All right boy you made that mess, now clean it up, with your mouth!" It was a messy afternoon and just as well for Bobby that he missed it.

Sometime in the evening, he awoke on his spring bed. Brian next to him.

"Here," the dorm captain said. "I brought you a popsicle."

The boy who was very thirsty sucked on the icy treat.

"It tastes funny" Bobby said after taking three or four big sucks.

"That's cause it's frozen horse piss!" Brian guffawed and then all the boys in the dorm who had been watching burst into laughter. Bobby gagged and held out the popsicle.

"Eat it clitlips, eat it all!"

Bobby sitting naked on his bed had to eat the frozen pisscicle with all the other boys watching and laughing.

He didn't see Carlos at the evening shit session. Nor the next morning. He began to worry about the Latino. English class was a disaster for poor Tyler. He had to stand naked in front of the class, frigging his big dick and read the papers of the other boys describing the sex between Jim and Huck. His big black dick was humongous and gained the respect of the other boys. The teacher just belittled and taunted the boy.

"Jack that prick Nigger, but don't cum. Shit you got a lake of pre cum on the floor, better kneel down and lick it up."

"Please don't make me lick up that slop, Sir!"

"Get your black ass onto that floor and start licking."

"Don't 3;" a fifteen year old blond kid said out loud, unable to contain himself.

"What was that? Never mind Tyler. Mr. Clark has willing offered to lick the fuck slop up for you. Mr. Clark, Danny, get your pussy up here."

Danny Clark, a well built sturdy fifteen year old blond came to the front of the room, scared as hell.

"I didn't mean 3;"

"I know what you meant. You got four seconds, girl, to get on all fours and lick up that fucksnot!"

Danny had been at Lakeland a month, so he was an old pro at receiving abuse. He dropped and licked.

"And Tyler's big nigger dick is all sloppy with pre cum as well, better lick that clean too, otherwise we'll just get more on the floor."

In front of the whole class, Danny licked the huge throbbing black pisser of the African American boy. Sex slop coated Danny's lips, strings of cum hung from his face. Tyler just wouldn't stop leaking. The more the boy licked, the more he leaked.

"Well, looks like we got a problem here. Old Tyler pussy can't turn the faucet off now can he?"

"I'm sorry sir, my cock just don't stop once it starts until I cum."

"Don't you dare cum Tyler. Unless you want to visit the Pit. No I've got the solution. Danny volunteers to stay on his knees with his mouth on your dick all morning. That way you can drain right into his mouthcunt. So you two boys make sure you stay that way until lunch. Go to your next class that way. In fact in order to make it on time because travel will be tough, why don't you start now. I'll just pin this note to Tylers shirt saying that I authorized this little experiment in leakage control. And remember, Tyler, if you shoot, it's the Pit! Don't suck, Danny girl, just hold the dick in your mouth and let him drip. And it doesn't come out of your mouth until lunch. Class your papers were basically well written, but not dirty enough. For tomorrow, I want you to create a list of fifty totally disgusting derogatory names you can call Tyler here. Racial slurs are not only accepted, they are encouraged. Class dismissed."

Woodworking class was a laugh. Mr. Potter a short fat bald guy with a cheerful disposition was teaching the boys how to carve dildos from wood. He got Bobby started on a ten incher [25 cm], reminding the boy that once it was finished and sanded and polished and stained, he would have to try it on his own ass. Bobby scoffed, a thing that size would never fit up his ass. Mr. Potter was obviously exaggerating.

Then Bobby had a really gross sick class. Cocksucking 101 for Queers. All the new boys labeled as queer had to learn how to suck cock. They practiced on big rubber dicks, shoving them down their throats until they could do it without choking. This activity brought back mixed emotions from Bobby about his therapy session the night before. He sucked on the big rubber cock, learning how to use his tongue on the bottom side, learning how to wash his tongue over the pisshole.

"Pout those lips out more, a man likes to see a boys pussy mouth really suctioning on the prick. Use those cute lips of yours, that's your mouthpussy boy, remember that. And remember this, if you ever use your teeth, except for the most delicate scraping motion to excite the prick, you are dead. Bobby get our lips working, work the stalk of the dick with your lips while your mouth sucks and your tongue licks."

Bobby just felt plain stupid sucking on a rubber dick. Next the teacher introduced rubber dicks that had just come out of assholes, so the boys could get used to dealing with the taste and odor. Several boys got sick and puked. Bobby hated the taste and smell but managed to succeed by thinking strangely enough about Carlos. He made believe it was Carlos' big fat cock. Man oh man, he was becoming a pervert all right. Here he was at thirteen thinking about a Latino boys cock. But in his need for comfort and solace, it was to be expected. And when a thirteen year old boy's throughts turn to cock and balls, can love be far behind?

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