Dale10

Lakeland Lads

Chapters 11-15

Chapter 11
Carlos

"Out of bed you fucked up twats! Get into inspection position now! Move it cunts!"

Bobby who was jarred form his sleep watched as the other boys sat on the very foot end of their beds, then spread their legs wide and then brought their heels up onto the bed, so there cocks and balls and assholes were completely on display. Even Brian the dorm leader did this.

Now the trustees with flashlights and magnifying glasses went from young boy to young boy examining their balls and assholes for unplucked pubic hair. Karl rubbed one thick fingertip around each smooth baby asshole looking for the slightest feel of stubble. The boys were required to shove their hip up so their ball bags were closer to the trustees who looked at them with magnifying glasses.

The boy next to Bobby, a slender fourteen year old named Jimmy with light brown hair as soft as cornsilk and an angelic innocent face was yanked harshly off the bed onto the floor.

"The fucker's got a ball hair!" Karl screamed like he was discovering an enemy behind allied lines. The other three trustees spread Jimmys legs wider still until the boy screamed. Then they lifted him off the floor by his slender ankles until he hung upside down. Karl grabbed the kids velvety smooth nut sack in one hand.

"Can you see that fucking ball hair boys?" he screamed to his pals.

They all agreed Jimmy had a single ball hair left in his scrotum.

"Who inspected your twat today, fucklips?"

Jimmy who was called fucklips because he had excellend cocksucking lips, shook with fear.

"Older boy, redhead 3; about seventeen. I think his name is Ian." he squeeled as the trustees holding his ankles began to twist his soft young toes painfully.

Karl turned to Brian.

"Dorm cunt, you should keep your boy's balls and assholes hairless. You'll be punished for this as well. Now shake your pussy down to dorm C and bring the red headed kid up here."

Brian ran for the door, glowering with anger. Karl stopped him with a yell.

"I said shake your pussy. Now I want to see that cunt shake!" he screamed.

Brian now ran for the door shaking his muscular ass all over the place. Meanwhile to the horror of the other boys, the trustees were slapping Jimmy from boy to boy. They went on checking assholes and ball sacks, but there focus was on the weeping Jimmy on the floor, so they were lax in their inspections. A few minutes went by and Brian back still wiggling his ass like a spastic dragging an eighteen year old thin tall redhaired kid with him. The red head was naked and he had a long swinging rubbery dick with a big red head hanging from a bush of carrot colored pubic trim. He had low hanging balls that swung in a long fleshy sack, good for ball torture. He looked confused an upset.

"I didn't do anything. I didn't do anything.," he complaiend in a rich mature voice.

Even though he was eighteen and a half he was still considered scum around Lakeland because he had miserably failed Barnyard training. He was a cute kid with a few freckles and a mop of red hair over a handsome face.

"Did you inspect this asswipes cunt this morning?"

"I guess so, I don't remember 3;" Ian stuttered.

"Look at his balls, do you see any hair?"

Ian carefully examined Jimmy's sweet soft ball bag.

"Yes, he has a hair," he answered reluctantly at last. Shit the kid's inspection was his responsibility.

"You fucked up big time," Karl leered. "And you Fuckklips, this is your second offence, so you are really in for a good time!"

Jimmy started to cry, so what if he was fourteen, and in front of a bunch of other kids, he cried from terror. Other fourteen year old boys were dating girls. Some of them were fucking them, having fun and here he was about to be horribly punished for not plucking out all of his scrotum hair!

You see it was this kind of constant irrational abuse that eventually broke the boys and turned them from normal teens into mindless pussyboys, cuntkids.

"Get down there and remove that ugly ball hair at once, with your teeth, and it better be close to the root. I want no stubble."

Ian knelt in fornt of the shaking Jimmy and put his mouth to the fourteen year old fuckbag. He had not been told to use his hands, so he didn't. He nibbled on the scumsack until he felt the hair with his tongue. Then he carefully put his teeth around the hair, close in to the sweaty ballskin, and bit the hair off. The closeness of Ian's mouth to the young seedsack was exciting in a way, and Ian's six inch [15 cm] flaccid prick began to thicken slightly.

"Aw 3; ain't that cute. He's throwing a boner for the cunt. I'll bet the little twat is his girlfriend. Is that right Ian, is Fucklips here your private pussy?"

"No sir, I don't even know her name. I'm not getting a hard on sir, honest, its just the heat makes my dick swell a little sometimes."

Karl grabbed Ian's pouty nipples.

"How many girls have you fucked?"

"I fucked six sir, before I came here."

"How old were you when you fucked your first girl?"

"Fourteen, sir, I been here for two years."

"Did you fuck any girls pregnant?"

"No sir."

Karl laughed.

"That's what I hought. You are a fucking homo. I got my first girl pregnant at thirteen!" he said proudly.

"I'm no fag, sir," Ian protested. After all he was eighteen.

"We'll see. We're going to give you a fag test. Stand up. Now Fucklips on your knees. Now Ian put that big dick of yours into Fucklips' mouth. Now Fucklips, just hold it there, don't suck. If that dick gets hard, it means you're a homo, Ian. If It stays soft, I owe you an apology. If that dick comes out hard, Fucklips gets a fifteen inch [38 cm] dildo up his pussy. And you get shitroom duty for a week. Fucklips you keep that prick soft, even if you have to chew on it to keep it down. If it starts to get hard Ian, you may beg the boy to chew and bite your prick to get rid of the hardon. Now Fucklips, I want you to hum for us the school song, nice and loud."

Jimmy on his knees with the big redheads prick in his mouth began to hum. The sensation began to affect the cock which thickened and pushed back on Jimmy's tongue. Jimmy knew the consequences, so without being told he began to bite down on the cock. Though Ian was in terrible pain, he dared not show it. He stood stiffly, with the fourteen year old biting on his big prick.

"You really are a bunch of perverted fuckers. Your only purpose in life is to be cumdumps for dick. Am I right?" Karl yelled and all the boys in the dorm shouted "Yes Sir!"

"What are you?"

"Cum dumps Sir!"

Karl looked around. "Oh I forgot, where is the new cunt, Bobby?"

"Here sir," Bobby shouted, still on the edge of the bed with his legs spread wide.

"Doc Trotter wants to see you downstairs in the basement, room 202. Move your pussy, now. Take the elevator at the end of the hall."

Thirteen year old Bobby ran from the dorm shaking his cute little ass as much as he could and all the trustees laughed. As he got to the elevator bank, he heard a scream of pain from the dorm, but he wasn't sure from whom. He pushed the button for going down, but before the elevator came a second car arrived and the door slid open. There, absolutely bare assed naked, big uncut dick looking sore and raw was Carlos.

"Carlos 3;" Bobby stammered.

He stood frozen looking a the boy in the rear of the elevator car. Carlos looked a mess. Bobby could smell the piss and shit from outside the car. Carlos looked wide eyed and almost hysterical. His face was covered with dried cum and piss, his hair was caked with shit, streaks of slime and scum covered his muscular body. Cum ran from his asshole down his thick sturdy legs. His small pubic patch was clogged thick with human waste. His big boy prick was red and raw, the foreskin peeled back behind the head. He weaved and leaned against the elevator wall, not able to focus.

"Carlos, what happened to you," Bobby whispered, still frozen in the hallway.

"Party 3; .police 3; twelve of them fucked me, used me like a toilet." The older boy slurred, his tongue thick, his lips swollen and discolored. "Penthouse party with Burke 3;"

Then for the first time he seemed to recognize to whom he was speaking. "Christ it's you 3; it's you. Where are you going?"

"To the basement. I don't know why."

Carlos shook his head to clear it, cum flew from his lips and cheeks.

"Get your ass in here quick!"

The elevator stank terribly from the fucked out boy, but Bobby did as he asked. Carlos pushed the down button, then after the car started, he pushed stop, the elevator halted.

"We got a little time. They kept fucking me at this party for two days. That's why you didn't see me. God you're beautiful."

Bobby blushed at the hunky Latino's compliment.

"They made me suck you. I'm sorry."

Bobby blushed more. He dug his bare toes into the carpeting of the elevator.

"That's okay 3; I like it 3; cause it was you."

Carlos dark eyes flashed. He reached out for the thirteen year old and then pulled back, as if he were afraid he might break him.

"When we get out of here, I want to live with you and make you my girl. I 'll treat you real good and fuck you about five times a day. Would you like that?"

"I don't know Carlos 3; I mean I'm a boy 3; 3; I never 3; I never did stuff with guys before 3; I mean I like you a whole lot and all and I been thinking about you all the time 3;"

"I love you 3;"

Carlos reached out one hand and did touch the silken softness fo Bobby's cheek.

"You're the most beautiful thing I ever saw, more beautiful than my girlfriend before I got put here."

His strong hand circled Bobby's neck and pulled him into his strong latin body. He bent down and kissed Bobby hard on the mouth. At first Bobby stiffened, going up on his toes, his thin naked chest rubbing Carlos hard rippled slime slick belly. He tasted the cum and piss on Carlo's lips, but then another taste, the sweet warm slightly salty taste of the boy's own mouth. Carlos hawked up spit to clean out his mouth and then rammed his tongue into Bobby's mouth. Bobby melted. He felt fucked by the boy's tongue. Carlos big thick tongue forced its way down Bobby's throat sucking the very life from him, then it pulled back and ran itself around Bobby's gums, over his teeth, dancing with the thirteen year old's own tongue. The he began to chew on Bobby's sensitive lips, gnawing them like an animal. Bobby winced and pulled back.

"Im sorry, it's just that you taste so fucking good, and I have to warn you, I fuck rough. I fuck very rough."

Now he sucked on Bobby's nose, trying to suck the snot from the boy's nose. Then he licked the boy's face all over, huge swipes of his thick tongue, until the kid glistened like he was fresh from a bath.

"I gotta fuck you. I just gotta fuck you, girl 3;" Carlos whined, feeling Bobby's ass and prodding the tight asshole with one finger.

"Don't you want me up inside you, don't you want me to be your boyfriend."

Carlos was close to tears, grinding his big dick agaisnt Bobby, shoveing the first part of his finger into the boy's asspucker.

"I do want you Carlos. I like you very much 3; maybe I love you 3; but I'm scared 3;"

"Nothing to be scared of honey. You'll love my big prick inside you, every day, morning noon and night. You'll be able to tell time by my dick. I'll sleep all night with my dick in your asspussy. Suck my tits, Bobby, suck them hard, chew on them. "

Bobby slid his face across the sex slime coating Carlos chest. He could smell the stink of the boy's armpits, he could smell piss and shit, and Carlos. It was the smell of lust, the smell of man, the smell of love. Bobby sank his teeth over one raw nipple and sucked like a baby at the mothers teat.

"Suck my nips, man, suck them. Oh you fucking wonderful cunt, you beautiful cunt. I want you for my own, nobody else will ever touch you when you're my cunt. I'll take such good care of you and protect you"

He shoved his finger way up the boys asshole.

"Oh yes," Bobby moaned sucking Latino boy tit, tasting boy sex. "Take care of me. Protect me."

"And I'll fuck you every day."

"Fuck me everyday." Bobby repeated feeling the thick finger up his asshole.

"We gotta escape from here so we can go away and fuck together forever. You beautiful thirteen year old cunt. I got a plan. I'll take you with me."

In and out of the asshole the finger rammed, bringing inner ass skin with it. Carlos leaned down and bit Bobby's ears. Bobby chewed Latino nipple his boy dick hard and leaking, shooting squirts of pre cum onto Carlo's legs, mixing with the slime of a dozen men.

"Lick my body clean, lick the fucksauce form my body, make me clean for you."

Bobby began to lick down Carlos hard smooth scum coated body. The tastes were new to him but obliterated by his boy lust. He'd never felt like this with anyone, certainly not his parents who ignored him, not his friends who were dorks, not even Sarah Sanderson who once let him feel her cunt. He licked fuck and piss and slime. He licked down to the boy's fat thick stinking scum coated cock.

Carlos had two finger almost all the way up the boy's rectum now. He was crying, why was he crying? Bobby didn't know why the Latino boy whined and bawled until tears joined cum on his face.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

"I need to fuck you so bad, but I can't. I'm sorry Bobby, I can't. I'm all fucked out. Those guys upstairs. They made me jack off eight times before they fucked me. Oh God, I want to fuck you and we only have a few more minutes. A guard will be checking the hallway in about five minutes. Promise me your pussy belongs to me Bobby, promise me."

"I do 3; it does 3;"

Bobby licked at the fat flaccid boy dick that swung heavy and swollen with overuse.

"Say it, say the words."

"Carlos, my pussy belongs to you 3; 3; 3; ."

Bobby kissed the dick.

"Oh God, Bobby, I love you. We need to seal our relationship somehow. Let me try to shove my soft dick up your ass, at least a little way, lift your leg, can you feel it, can you feel anything baby?"

"I can Carlos. I can feel your dick in my ass 3; in my pussy."

"When we are together and I get hard its three times as big you'll fucking love it. Now quick, let me suck your dick."

Carlos fell to his knees and gobbled the boy's fuckstick. Tt didn't take but a few seconds and the boy shot his fuckseed into the Latino's mouth. Bobby had never felt an orgasm like that. It was like Carlos wanted to suck his boyprick inside out.

"Oh fuck 3; oh fuck 3; oh fuck 3;" Bobby screamed, but Carlos didn't swallow the boyfuck. He rose and kissed Bobby on the mouth again, pouring the fresh hot cum from his own mouth into Bobby's and then sucking it back again mixed with boy spit. They kissed and sloshed fucksauce back and forth for a half a minute. Then Carlos pulled back and hit the elevator button.

"That is a sacred ritual, you're my cunt now, don't ever forget it. I love you!"

"I love you too." Bobby said. He did too. Just like that. And out of the disgusting slime of tawdry sex, hope and love can be born.

"We'll get out of here, wait and see. I'm making plans, and I ain't going without you. Just hang on, baby. Dream of my cock fucking you!"

Carlos took Bobby down to the basement and pushed him out. Bobby didn't want to let go of the muscle boy.

"Be careful and play it cool, remember they can fuck with you, but only I can fuck you with love."

The elevator door slid shut!

Chapter 12
Dr. Trotter

"Jesus Christ, what happened to you?"

Dr. Trotter who was dressed in a silk dressing gown and sported his fifth vodka martini in one hand slurred. Trotter was not a bad looking young man, early thirties, average looks, but he was a terrible alcoholic, a habit he blamed on losing his license to practice medicine. The Governor had given Trotter this job when he learned of the doctor's special talents with teenage boys. You see, the eminent Dr. Trotter has been kicked out of medical practice for giving high school boys very unusual physical examinations, including extensive rectal probes, demands for in office sperm samples, urine and shit samples, and terrible humiliation. The most unusual thing about Trotters games was that it took five years and over two hundred boys before an embarrassed boy had the courage to complain and the Doc was uncovered as a child molester. Over two hundred boys endured cunt spreaders up their assholes, having to squat and shit for the doc, even having their pubic and asshole hair shaved for the exam. Then the poor doctors life came crashing down around him. Now he stood before Bobby, with drink in hand, in his silk dressing gown, growing erection pushing out the soft cranberry material.

"Were those fucking trustees playing around with you Bobby, they made a mess of you. Oh well, all work and no play makes Bobby a dull fuck!" He laughed.

"Come in, we'd better get you cleaned up, so its off to the shower with you lad."

Trotter led Bobby to his bathroom.

"You need a good scrubbing from top to bottom."

Before ushering Bobby into the large shower stall however, Trotter did an unusual thing, he handcuffed the boy's hands behind his back. Bobby got scared. Trotter laughed.

"Don't worry, we'll get you clean. I'll help."

Trotter slipped off his dressing gown and Bobby saw the teacher's nine inch [23 cm] penis, stiff throbbing and angry looking. Bobby gulped.

Trotter stepped into the shower and adjusted the water spray. Next he lathered the boy's smooth body with soap. Bobby hated to admit it but it felt kind of good. He closed his eyes and pretended it was Carlos washing him, in their apartment, after they escaped.

"Such beautiful soft balls you have Bobby, and such a gorgeous little pussy."

Trotter's fingers followed his words, and using soap to help, he managed to get three fingers up the boy's tight asshole. Bobby moaned and winced each time the fingers twisted around up his boycunt.

"Got to get you clean boy 3; got to wash you out."

Trotter jammed more finger up boy twat, and Bobbie screamed, "Ow 3; oh fuck that hurts 3;"

Trotter pulled back. Water running over his face and body, pouring off his swollen dickhead.

"Robert, you little cunt. I will not allow a boy of your age to use nasty language. You must be punished. Open your mouth!"

Before Bobby could protest, Trotter grabbed his smooth young face and forced his mouth open. Then he shoved the bar of soap into the boy's mouth. The taste was hideous. Bobby gagged. But Trotter wouldn't let the boy spit the soap out.

"Keep that there you young cunt, until you learn proper manners."

He grabbed another bar of soap.

"And this bar goes up the other end to clean you out."

He pushed and shove until the second bar of soap slid up past Bobby's asslips into the pink virgin asshole. Bobby felt clogged, stuffed, in pain.

"Those morning showers just don't clean you boys properly, I tell Burke a boy your age secretes fuck hormones all day, makes a boy stink, you need three or four showers a day."

Trotter then picked up a wire scrubbrush. He coated it with soap and then holding the boy against the shower wall. He proceeded to roughly scrub the boys cock and balls.

"Aren't showers fun Bobby?"

Bobby burbled bubbles. Thick soap slime was running down his gullet into his tummy. He felt more and more sick. The doctor scrubbed the boys nutsack until Bobby was sure it would be ripped off. Then he started in on the boys nipples, which were already very sore.

"Nice big pisser you've got here Bobby. I'm amazed everytime I see it, quite a schlong for a thirteen year old. you might end up as big as me!"

Now Trotter rubbed the scrubbrush full of soap across Bobby's pisshole. The little pisslips burned, then soap got up Bobby's urethra and the irritating burning turned to white hot fire. Bobby screamed into the soap as biting pain shot up into his young dick, something as simple as soap up the prick can cause untold agony.

"Oh you big baby you 3;"

Trotter laughed as he shoved more soap up the boy's dickhole. Then he pushed the boy down to the bottom of the showerstall and a new kind of agony overcame the boy as the doctor scrubbed the bottom of the boy's feet with the scrubbrush. A sensation that began as a tickle but ended as maddening irritation, as the soles of Bobby's tender big teenage boy feet were scrubbed. Bobby threw his head and the bar of soap flew from his mouth. He tried to scream, but soap foam shot from between his lips. His asshole burned, his dick burned, his nipples burned. His stomach felt like he had to puke, and now his feet were being rubbed until he couldn't stand it. Then the water was turned off and he lay a clean but beaten heap in the bottom of the shower stall. He moaned and soap suds dribbled from his mouth. Trotter thought it was really cute.

Bobby was so exhausted, he didn't even protest when Trotter shoved the enema hose up his asshole. He lay there on his back, watching his tummy blow up like he was pregnant.

"Nothing in my mind quite as cute as a pregnant boy. We're doing some experiments here at the school you know in trying to get boy's pregnant. Oh yes, we're the leading institute in the world experimenting with this. No one else seems to think it important, but we do. Imagine if one of those big football players at your school could get you pregnant Bobby, wouldn't that be wonderful. The gift of life. Is there a particular boy, Bobby, that you know who you would love to have fuck you until you were pregnant?"

Of course Bobby in his confused state immediately thought of Carlos. A few days before he wouldn't ever have even conceived of such a stupid thing, now he was actually believing the Doctor and actually thinking of a boy to do it. His logic told him they were just fucking with his mind, but he couldn't get the image out of it, of him all bloated bellied, a baby kicking inside, and Carlos the proud father.

Trotter yanked the enema tube out of the boy and shit water squirted all over the shower stall. Then the doctor washed the boy off again. The shower was thankfully over. Trotter donned his dressing gown, but his big red dick stuck out like a flagpole. He had to help Bobby walk, the boy was so weak, into the dining room.

"You look all worn out Robbie 3; booby 3; I think you need a decent meal. The shit they feed you in the cafeteria is so bad. Here you sit down at the table and I'll whip up a special treat for you."

Trotter disappeared and Bobby rested his face on the smooth cool wood of the table. He must have dozed off because the next thing he remembered, Trotter had set a plate in front of him. Bobby looked at it 3; looked again and then put his hand to his mouth to choke back the vomit. Trotter must be stark raving mad. A lunatic, a sadistic monster. Bobby managed to control his urge to puke. He looked up at the smiling man.

"This is a specialty of mine. Modestly I might add, my own recipe. Boiled dog penis served with the testicles on a bed of piss soaked rice. Oh Bobby, I just know you're going to love it. You know out west Bull's balls are a very expensive commodity, served in some of the finest restaurants. Well if Bull balls why not great dane dick?"

The mad doctor laughed wildly.

"I hope it is tender enough. I boil it only and lightly to retain the color and look of the dog cock. I hope you like it."

Bobby stared blankly down at the grotesque sight. Cock and balls lying on a plate.

"And to drink, the finest vintage 3;"

Trotter eased his now half limp dick over the lip of a crystal wine goblet and gently allowed a trickle of thick yellow piss to fill the glass.

"I ate tons of asparagus today just to enhance the flavor of the piss for you."

Bobby looked around the room, anywhere but at the horrible meal, his breathing was labored and he feared he might black out. This couldn't be real, this had to be a Lakeland dream. He was on his wire bed 3; sleeping that was it. Oh how he longed for the discomfort of that bed now. He would surely wake up and it would be a bad dream. But what about Carlos then, was that a dream too, no that had to be real. It was all he had to hang on to.

But this 3; this 3;

"Don't be shy Bobby. I know you're dying to dig in."

" I don't think I can, sir," he said as kindly as he could.

"Ha, a fussy eater. I knew that. Too much junk food. Very well I'll help you. Let me just slice off a little of the meat up here near the dickhead. That's the tenderest part. You eat steak Bobby, don't you. Well that is cow ass. So this isn't so different. Now open wide."

Trotter shoved a forkful of meat into Bobby's mouth. What with all the soap in his tummy, Bobby couldn't take it any more. His young boyish chest heaved and he puked all over the plate, all over the food! Three big heaves of vomit.

Bobby's beautiful swollen lips trembled as he looked up at the teacher.

"Oh God, I'm sorry 3; I'm sorry 3;" he muttered over and over like some Buddhist chant.

"Oh well 3; can't be helped 3; don't fret 3; of course now you'll just have to eat it that way!"

Bobby's cute little pug nose wrinkled. Tears welled up in his tired red eyes, then overflowed to roll down his smooth pink cheeks. His lips were almost blue with fear.

"I can't!!!!!! Oh God sir 3; I can't!"

Well of course Bobby could, and did. It was a simple matter to connect the wires from beneath the table to his pisslips. His hands were once again handcuffed behind him and Dr. Trotter patiently fed him the meal. Bobby cleaned his plate like a good boy with only three penis shocks to encourage him. But of course, Trotter wasn't finished. He appeared from the kitchen with dessert.

"The house specialty for dessert, fresh Trotter turd covered with whipped cream."

Bobby wailed. He threw his head, he sobbed, he cried for his mommy and daddy. He begged, he spit up again, he blubbered he barfed, he banged his head against the table trying to knock himself out 3; but to no avail. He was a prisoner in a boy's reform school and he had to pay for his transgressions against society. That night for the first time, but certainly not the last, thirteen year old Bobby who felt one hundred and thirteen, ate shit! Trotter fed him, rubbing his big dripping dick as the boy's lips turned brown from the turd. It took almost an hour, but Trotter was patient. And by the time Bobby had finished, the doctor's fucking hardon couldn't stand it any more. He wiped Bobby's mouth with a handywipe, then released the dazed and sickened boy and then threw him onto the floor. There he straddled the boy's lower legs and pried open the perfect thirteen year old ass cheeks.

There it was, the prize, virgin boy pussy and Trotter had won the faculty lottery. Trotter eased his prickhead all wet from pre-cum leakage into the rosebud boypussy. He shoved only the dickhead in first. Bobby writhed beneath him mumbling incoherently, not resisting actually he was way beyond that, just twitching like a beached fish. Trotter shove two 3; then three inches [7½ cm] into the boy ass. Bobby raised his hips slightly. The ass became even more beautiful. Trotter fucked in earnest now, all nine inches [23 cm], balls deep in the virgin boycunt. Bobby was fucked on the floor, on his tummy. Eventually when Trotter deeded a deeper, more exciting fuck, he twisted the boy over onto his back, and lifted his smooth young legs onto his shoulders.

Bobby looked up at the man fucking his teenage ass. But he didn't see him. After the initial blinding pain, which was no worse really than the shocks to his dick or other pain Bobby had suffered, no worse than the humiliation of eating shit and dog dick, no worse than the other atrocities heaped upon him, just more pain 3; more pain 3; after the initial shock of that, the fucking had changed, the harder Trotter fucked trying to hurt the boy, the more Bobby gave in to it. You see although his eyes were open, he wasn't seeing Trotter. He was seeing Carlos. It was Carlos' big fat uncut prick plowing his pussy. It was his boyfriend fucking him, not Trotter. Bobby was giving up pain for his boyfriend, his lover, his husband to be. Bobby was offering his pussy his cunt to his man's cock! It was beautiful pain, bonding pain, wonderful pain.

Trotter looked down in amazement. The little slut was smiling, he was getting nine inches [23 cm] of thick dick up his virgin twat and he was fucking smiling! Trotter spit in Bobby's face, and still the boy smiled. He rammed with short hard thrusts until his own balls ached, and still the boy smiled. He pulled out eight inches [20 cm] and then slammed back in stretching the asshole to unimagined proportions, and still the fucking cunt smiled!

Trotter was furious. He pulled his dick from Bobby and couldn't control himself. He shot his load all over the boy's chest and face, and all over himself.

"Oh fuck 3; oh fuck no." he shouted, shooting rope after rope of white fuck slime across the smiling boy's face. "Fuck no 3; it's supposed to hurt 3; it's supposed to fucking kill you. You should be crying 3;"

The drunken doctor railed and Bobby saw only Carlos and tasted only Carlos thick white Latino cum.

The fucking kid was winning. It wasn't possible. The fucking kid was winning!.

Chapter 13
Training Room

He paced back and forth in front of Burke's desk, waving his hands in the air. He was so angry he didn't even have the shakes from not drinking this morning.

"The fucking twat smiled. Here I am shoving my nine incher [23 cm] into his virgin pussy, and he's smiling. It was the most disappointing thing that ever happened to me."

Burke couldn't help but laugh. After all there were hundreds of boys to pick and choose to please the most jaded or perverted whim and here Trotter had the trots, as they guys at the school called his fits, over a thirteen year old twat enjoying his first dick stuffing. Burke reached down and twisted his hand in the hair of the thirteen year old beneath his desk licking his balls. The boy who had been like Bobby a few months earlier, but now was well trained, removed his tongue from the sweaty scrotum and began to immediately lick beneath the foreskin of the thick hung dick. Fuck Burke loved his job. It was paradise.

Trotter was still harping on the new kid.

"I want that boy sent to the training room today. I want him broken before the week is out. Do I make myself clear?"

"Dont you think the training room is a bit drastic for a boy so new. It's only one step away from the pit. We only use it in cases of extreme resistance."

His hand guided the tongue deeper up under the inch of fat foreskin hanging over the tip of his big dick. Burke often served the boys treats this way, shoving bits of candy or food up beneath his long foreskin and letting the kids eat it out of the dickflesh.

"I don't give a fuck if they kill him. I want that little cunt broken!"

Bobby was grabbed on his way to English class. The morning had gone well so far. He slept deeply, dreaming of Carlos, only waking twice during the night, once when his raped asshole had pained him so much it brought him from his sleep, and a second time when dreaming about Carlos he had gotten an erection and the dorm monitor had slapped him awake. The boys were watched for hard ons all night, not allowed to have any sexual pleasure.

Bobby had seen Carlos as he entered the cunt room for his morning shit. His heart lept up as Carlos discreetly placed himself behind the thirteen year old in line. The seventeen year old Latino looked much better today, recovered from his fuck orgy. He smiled at Bobby and his dark flahing eyes lit up the room. Bobby blushed and curled his boy toes on the tiled floor. His dick gave a tiny twitch that only Carlos saw as he sliipped himself behind Bobby, brushing the hot boyass in the process.

There was an embarassing foul up in line. As the cute muscular sixteen year old in front of Bobby squatted to take his daily dump, Bobby realized he had forgotten his moist towlettes to clean the boy's ass. the bell rang and the kid in front of him shoved his ass out at Bobby wating to be wiped. Bobby just stood there stupidly.

"Problem, Clitlips?" a trustee bellowed. The boys in line craned their necks to see the action.

"I eh 3; I 3; forgot my towlettes 3;"

Bobby stammered looking at the hunky muscular spread ass in font of him with bits of shit clumped at the poophole.

The trustee laughed. "No problem. No need to slow down the process, just lick the asshole clean."

The boy in front of Bobby groaned with pleasure and grinded his ass out at Bobby's face, bringing a laugh from all the boys present.

"Start licking toilet mouth," the trustee shouted.

Bobby squatted slightly to bring his cute pouty thirteen year old lips nearer the stinking shitty asshole.

"He can use some of mine." A voice behind him said, and Carlos handed Bobby some moist towlettes. Bobby grabbeed the tissues gratefully and cleaned the ass in front of him before the trustee could complain.

"Aw, ain't that cute. His boyfriend helped him out. What a darling couple."

The trustee said loud enough for all to hear. Everyone enjoyed a good laugh. The bell rang and Bobby threw the towlettes into the shit trench. Then squatted to take his own shit.

"Wait a minute," the trustee shouted.

The room became quiet as shitters in the other lines also paid attention.

"We don't want you to run short of towlettes Carlos, so why don't you just climb down into the shit pit and pick up those towlettes your cunt threw down there."

Bobby groaned in anguish as he saw a red faced Carlos climb down into the white tiled trench, ankle deep in boyshit to pick up the used towlettes.

"Carlos, why don't you lay down in the trench and look up and watch your cute boyfriend take a shit. You should enjoy that!"

The muscular Latino bristled, fighting back his anger. Then he lay down, right in the stinking piles of boy turds, on his back looking up at the spread legs of all the boys straddling the trench. His shoulders were so broad he could hardly lie straight, and he looked all scrunched. Bobby looked down at his friend, his boyfriend, his savoior. Carlos looked up at Bobby squatting over his face.

"Good, now you got a good view. You see what helping out another boy does. It gets you the best seats in the house. Okay Clitlips, shit right on his face. If any of your turds miss, you'll join him."

Bobby cried as he shit. He looked down past his balls at the face of the seventeen year old Latino beneath him, shit splattered over his nose and mouth. Shit and some blood from the previous nights fuck session with Trotter.

"Fuck, you're bleeding, you been fucked. Who fucked you, you little cunt, you been letting guys fuck your pussy?" Carlos hissed up at him, shit getting in his mouth. "Tell me who fucked you, why'd you let him? I thought you were my girl."

"I am Carlos, I am. Trotter fucked my virgin ass last night. I couldn't do anything about it. I'm sorry. I'm sorry Carlos." More blood and shit splattered the older boys face. "I'm sorry about everything Carlos, I'm sorry for the shit."

"You dumb cunt, I don't mind the shit cause it comes from you. Nothing from you disgusts me cause I love you. But I'm gonna kill Trotter. I swear I'll kill him for hurting you."

"It didn't hurt too terrible bad Carlos, I just made believe it was you fucking me."

Suddenly Bobby felt a towlette wiping his asshole.

"If you two lovebirds are through, the bell rang ten seconds ago"

The trustee hearing the boys talking but not getting the words came over.

"What is this a morning tea conversation? Move along Clitlips. Carlos, you just stay there. You are so helpful, let's see how you like having all the rest of the boys shit on you. And open your mouth 3; wide."

Bobby moved on feeling strangely good over Carlos devotion and courage. He must be the bravest and most radical boy in the whole school and he loved Bobby. He said it over and over, he loved Bobby.

The thirteen year old was yanked by a trustee and escorted down to the training room. This was a large basement room that resembled a gym locker room and smelled the same way. It was too warm and the six trustees in the room were already sweating up a storm, just form sitting around. They were all naked. Bobby looked at the six sweat slick eighteen year olds.

"Welcome to the training room. You been invited here for some special training. Don't be shy you see we all dress casual here," one of the boys said, playing with his fat prick and big bag of sweaty balls, "so why don't you strip down and join us."

A six foot three muscular germanic blond strode over to Bobby, dick and balls swinging as he walked, and took the boys face in his hands.

"None of the school ruled apply here. We can do anything we want to."

He brought his face down and kissed Bobby hard on the mouth. Then he shoved three figners between the boys lips and pried his mouth open.

"You are a fucking doll, remind me of my kid sister." The blond youth sneered and then he hawked gob after gob of spit into Bobby's mouth. "Just testing your swallowing reflexes. You'll be swallowing lots of good stuff today."

He threw Bobby back against a wall. "Strip"

Bobby kicked off his high tops and peeled his tank top and shorts off his slender pale thriteen year old body. Two of the trustees gave wolf whistles.

"Look at the cunt on that girl."

A mean looking dark haired boy with a sensitive movie star face and a ten inch [25 cm] throbbing prick with egg sized balls remarked, scratching one smooth pec.

"Don't hurt me guys. I'm new here and I'm trying to do everything right. I wanna make friends."

Bobby whined, looking at the erections on all six trustees.

"We wanna be friends too. So why don't you just crawl over to each of us and greet us good morning!"

The dark haired boy whose name was Cal said in a deep throaty voice. The trustees sat on folding chairs in a circle with Bobby on his hands and knees in the middle. The eighteen year olds spread there legs wide and curled their big toes, almost touching feet, hands on muscular thighs, cocks and balls hanging over the edge of the chair seat, smiles on their cocky faces.

"Now Bobby you just crawl to each one of us and show your respect by kissing our nut sacks."

Poor Bobby's mind was freaking out. Nothing but sex twenty four hours a day 3; sex 3; sex 3; sex 3; everything at Lakeland Academy was permeated with wet sticky dripping sexual inuendo. If not overt sexual abuse.

He crawled between Cal's sweat dripping thighs and brought his smooth young face with quivering boy lips up to the ball bag. He planted a light kiss on the scrotal flesh.

"Fuck no girl. You call that a kiss? Kiss that fuckbag like it was your boyfriends lips. French and lick that fuckflesh. Bobby smelled the strong boysex smell of the scrotum. He licked the sweat from the balls, feeling them move about in the fleshy sack. God he couldn't believe it, he was a ball licker. He was a shit eating, ass fucked, ball licking thirteen year old and that fact would be with him for the rest of his life.

"This cunt is almost worthless as a ball licker." Cal remarked, his big prick dripping pre cum onto Bobby's forehead.

"A couple of days with us, he'll be a pro at it," the blond boy laughed.

Bobby trying to do a good job and avoid punishment licked down under Cal's ball bag, lifting the sweaty nuts on his tongue.

"That's a little better. Now do the other guys."

Bobby crawled from trustee to trustee licking boy scrotum. By the time he finished, his own naked little body was covered with sweat and streaks of dripped pre cum from the dicks of the older boys. Next to Bobby's utter humiliation he had to crawl from lad to lad licking the boys feet and sucking on their toes. When he didn't suck with enough enthusiasm Cal kicked the thirteen year old in his nutsack, sending Bobby into contractions of blinding pain. Then Bobby had to lick out the sweaty armpits of each boy. The trustees dicks were running like leaky faucets by now and Cal instructed Bobby to crawl around the cement floor licking the dick drippings off the floor. Bobby missed a few spots and got his first zap with the electric cattle prod. They called it their cunt trainer. Each of the boys had one hanging on his chair. Now all six boys knelt on their chairs with their backs facing Bobby. Then the trustees reached back and spread their large muscular ass cheeks.

"Now Bobby, say hello to our assholes. With your tongue. Do a real good job."

Bobby licked Cal's sweaty ass crack, then plunged his tongue into the asshole pucker itself. All of these boys had had their assholes stretched considerably when they had been students at Lakeland before they became trustees, so the holes knew how to really open and gobble up boy face. Cal released his asscheeks and they closed around Bobby's face as the boy slurped asshole. When he didn't get his tongue deep enough to please Cal, the boy got a light zap on the ass. For ten minutes Bobby sucked on Cals asshole, until his poor lips and tongue were bruised and swollen, and then he still had to ass suck the five remaining boys.

"Come on ass sucker. You can do better than that."

The trustees got a little rougher with the boy and a little more liberal with the prod.

After the boys felt well acquainted with the new cunt. They ushered him into the toilet. They walked, he crawled of course. Bobby could hardly stand the stench. The old porcelin toilet bowl hadn't been cleaned for months or years. The yellow piss stains were caked on the outside as well as the inside and here and there dried shit stains covered the once white bowl with layers of brown, black and dark yellow crap. It was the most disgusting thing he had ever seen.

"Okay Bobby, first things first. See this big italian sausage. Well that's your lunch, but first we got to slow cook it, so why don't you be a good buddy and shove it up your asshole for us."

Bobby on the filthy piss coated tiled floor looked up at the six studs standing over him. They stood there beating their meat, letting the dick drippings fall onto the boy sitting on the grungy floor. Bobby opened his mouth to beg, but his lips and tongue were dry and swollen from licking the boys bodies and he could not make a sound. Well he did kind of whimper like a puppy as Cal threw a huge Italian sausage onto the floor. Bobby hesitated and two boys went to fetch their prods. Bobby whelped and threw himself on his back spreading his thin but sturdy boyish legs, revealing his hairless pink balls and his own tender slightly swollen asshole. He picked up the sausage and just as one of the trustees leaned down with the prod, the frightened boy jammed the end of the sausage up his own shithole. His boypussy although stretched by Trotters dick was still tight and very sore. He screamed as he fucked the sausage into his own ass and the eighteen year old boys laughed and slapped each other on the back calling the boy cunt and pussy and twathole.

"All the way clitlips. So it can cook properly."

"It won't go all the way in. It's too big." Bobby burbled, his voice thick and hoase.

"Aw shit, I bet it will, just push harder. Want some help with the cattle prod?" Cal asked smiling.

Bobby screamed and rammed the rest of the sausage up his boytwat. He felt stuffed, stretched, ruptured inside. His stomach ached and he was sure he could see the outline of the sausage in his slender tummy. That was just his imagination of course, the sausage was buried deep in his intestine.

"Good, now while that cooks, why don't you be a good little buddy and clean this stinking filthy bathroom for us. You see we turned off the water in the toilet bowl months ago and the shit and piss just kind of goes down whenever it wants to. So be a good guy and clean this place spotless for us. We'll be back to inspect it in a couple of hours."

"Where do I get a brush or soap and water from," Bobby asked, already knowing the answer, but dreading hearing it.

"You don't pussyboy. You clean it with your fucking tongue. And I mean it I want it spotless. Just so you don't cheat and use your hands to rub the piss and shit up, let's handcuff your arms behind your back, huh?"

The other boys commented on Cals resourcefulness. Bobby whose mouth was so dry he could hardly speak, croaked that he couldn't possibly clean the toilet without some water, looked up as all six muscular dudes stood around him and unleashed torrents of piss on the poor boy. Six big fat pissing dicks from six eighteen year old studs.

"Open your mouth Bobby, your tongue and lips need lubrication."

Cal pissed a strong spray stinking yellow piss right into the boys mouth. Bobby fell back onto the floor from the force of the six pissing trustees. Then he was left alone in the foul bathroom with only his tongue to clean up the months of accumulated urine and crap! And this was only the start of Bobby's special training.

Chapter 14
Training Room (2)

You see, when the trustees had returned to the bathroom to inspect Bobby's cleaning, they were aghast to find inside the toilet bowl beneath the rim a single brown shit splash. Bobby lay on the floor, sweat glistening on his young barely developed chest, breathing heavily, eyes closed, his beautiful boylips chapped and swollen and his tongue raw from licking the piss and shit stains from the toilet bowl and floor. Well the ungrateful little cunt had missed a single spot, so of course he must be punished. If you let a thirteen year old whore slut like Bobby get away with a little something, next thing you know he's taking all kinds of advantage of you. So Bobby was dragged from the bathroom and flung over the sawhorse until his perfectly shaped little boy buns were the highest part of his body. The thick eight inch [20 cm] itallian sausage protruded nastily from stretched asshole, so Cal yanked it roughly out. Bobby let out an oooff of breath as the huge ass plug was removed. Cal wasn't being kind, oh no, the sausage would get in the way of Bobby's punishment. He grabbed the boys thick black hair and jerked his face up. Bobby's eyes were wild and unfocused. Cal shoved the ass slimed sausage into the boy's mouth.

"Hold that in there. You bite that and you are dead. Just hold it, it's not fully cooked yet." Cal explained.

Then with the boy's body stretched and tied, the six eighteen year old trustees, big fat dicks rampant and dripping from sheer fun of their games, proceeded to beat Bobby's young ass until it was dark red and swollen twice its size. Their big fucktools sprayed the room with prefuck as they twisted there whole bodies in the effort of slamming the paddle as hard as they could into fresh boy ass. They took turns seeing who could hit the boy the hardest, calling each other pussy and faggot if the swat didn't ring loud enough in the lockerroom. Bobby's muffled cries of protest changed from grunts to sobs, to screams, to high pitched baby boy wails. And still the ass smashing continued. The beautiful hairless ass cheeks turned pink, then red, then dark red, then a raw red, then red with blue splotches, then red with black splotches 3; Bobby sobbed incoherently, and his labored wheezes and whines only served to encourage the older teens more. They whooped like red indians, jumping around so their big dicks bounced and their ball bags swung. They pulled back as if preparing to slam a fast ball out of the park, and then they let the boy ass have it with all their muscular strength. Bobby thought he would die. Then at some point he stopped thinking, only feeling white hot searing pain each time the paddle struck.

Afte the paddling, they shoved the sausage back up the boys rectum causing fresh screams of agony as they roughly handled the blistered asscheeks. Bobby's eyes fluttered and his mouth opened and closed like a fish dying out of water. Cal kicked him in the ribs with his big bare toes to revive him. When that didn't do much good, he jammed a bare big toe up the boys asshole, pushing on the sausage. Bobby grunted like a pig.

"Hey piggy boy, hey pig," they began to chant at him.

"You want some water, pig 3; crawl over here."

The big blond German stud took a glass of water and dribbled some of it over his prick and balls. Bobby crawled over and gratefully licked the water from the teenage dick and nuts, delicious cool water mixed with the boys pre fuck but Bobby didn't care. It tasted wonderful. When the boy had revived somewheat, Cal decided that he needed some exercise.

They tied the kids wrists to his ankles again, but this time with him squatting. Now they forced him to duckwalk around the room. He had to do it with his legs spread so they could see his thirteen year old cock and balls at all times. For twenty minutes they kept him duckwalking, until his legs were in such agony he couldn't move and even getting zapped on the nuts by the prod wouldn't move him. Bobby was making pig noises constantly now, grunts and wheezes, snorts and groans, and they took to calling him pigcunt. Cal threw him back onto his back and untied his hands and feet. Bobby flopped down like a rag doll. Then Cal threw the boys legs up and back over his own thin boned shoulders, so Bobby's dick and balls were hanging over his own face.

"Piss pigcunt, piss."

Bobby pissed all over his own face. The trustees whooped again and high fived each other, some of them were jacking regularly on their big boy fuckers all swollen with lust and red with the need to shoot a load. Bobby was so thirsty and his bruised mouth so dry, he opened his own mouth to drink his own piss and it tasted refreshing to him.

"You like drinking your own piss." Cal shouted at the battered boy. "Good now you're going to suck your own cock."

They bent the boys body almost in double, not stopping for his protests that he couldn't bend that far. Then Cal frigged the teenage dick until he got a kind of half hard on of it, it hung about seven inches [18 cm] hard over Bobby's own mouth. Cal lifted the kids head by the neck, "come on pigcunt, suck your own dick like the sick slimehole you are!"

The other boys helped to push on Bobby's legs and back. Bobby couldn't breath. He stuck his tongue out and dutifully licked at his own cockhead.

"Come on piggy, suck your dick. Suck that faggot fuckstick. You shit eating piece of crap you."

Poor Bobby found himself sucking his own cockhead. Then while he sucked his dick, Cal slid the sausage out of the boys ass and forced his own big fat prick into the ill used asspussy. He fucked the boy hard, each shove of his manmeat pushing the boys own dick deeper into his own mouth. The other boys clapped in time as Cal fucked the fresh cuntmeat. Bobby sucked his own dick, some kind of drippings lubricating his mouth. The trustees were so fucking horny it didn't take long and soon Cal had shot a humongous load in the asspussy and he pulled out, to be replaced by another big trustee dick. All six trustees fucked Bobby's ass and shot off inside. Then they let the boy lay on the cement floor struggling for breath and wracked with pain. Cal threw a stainless steel tablespoon onto the floor next to Bobby's head.

"Time for lunch, pigcunt. Spoon our fucksauce out of your cunt and eat it!"

The trustees sat around sipping beers and laughing as Bobby sitting on the floor, stuck the spoon up his own asshole and spooned out wads of cum, only to slurp them up into his mouth. He balked at orders no more, whatever they said he did, a boy can be broken at Lakeland that easily.

Next a door opened and a trustee dragged in a boy whom Bobby recognized at once. It was Tyler his black partner from drama class. Tyler's abuse had been nonstop as well, and he looked dazed and confused. The new trustee led Tyler around the room by his big black dick and the other boys called him names like ;niggercunt' and 'Sambopussy'. Tyler stared at the floor and sniffled back some goop that had run from his nose. He too had been crying steadily. They forced Tyler to sit on a chair and shove the Italian sausage up his own black boy asshole, which looked red and stretched, the ass lips all swollen. Now they dragged Bobby over to the seated African American.

"Eat your lunch, Pigcunt, eat the sausage turd out of this fine niggerpussy."

They made Bobby eat his lunch out of Tyler's asshole.

Tyler for all of his humiliation and degredation and pain felt lucky when he saw the color of Bobby's ass. That boy had really gotten the ass beating of his life. And the eighteen year old trustees were having fun like only a wild gang of eighteen year olds can. They joked and chatted about this and that, one of them stuck his dick in Tyler's mouth and got a suck job while Bubby ate his lunch. When they did give Bobby some beer to drink it was like a little bit of heaven shining down into hell. He gulped the beer gratefully, thanking his captors, blessing them. They were the masters and he was the pigcunt.

There was something terribly demeaning about Tyler's subseviance, perhaps because he was older, almost as old as the trustees, or perhaps because he had been a proud black male, and was now a broken black pussyboy. The trustees delighted in calling him racially offensive names, each name like a slap to his handsome black face.

"How was that nigger blowjob, Jake?" Cal asked, slapping Tylers face with his hand.

"Oh great, Jiggylips is a perfect cocksucker."

"I think I'll try me one."

And Cal stuck his swollen dick still coated with Bobby's dried ass slime into Tyler's mouth. Like Bobby, Tyler was becoming imune to the tastes of cum and sweat and piss and shit. He just sucked like a good boy. A good teenage dicksucker is a real find. Some men travel the globe and spend hundreds of thousands of dollars looking for the perfect teenage dicksucker. There has to be that perfect combination of youthful innocense and superb cocksucking skill. The boy must feel degraded and humiliated and repulsed at the same time his young lips are greedily slurping at the big fat leaking cock in his mouth. At the same time that the boy hates himself for giving in, he must realize that he is now a cocksucker! A dickslurper, a prick licking piece of teenage boy cunt mouth on earth for only one reason, to service men's fat fuckers! While Bobby still resisted mentally, Tyler was coming to accept his role in life, his purpose, his reason for being. He was a black fucktoy.

"Oh shit, I gotta take a dump," the big blond Germanic kid said, rubbing his hard rippled stomach.

"Oh no, " Cal protested, after pulling his spent prick from Tyler's mouth a string of fuck connecting his pisshole with the blackboys lips. "You'll mess up pigcunts nice clean toilet. You can't do that."

"Well what the fuck should I do? I gotta shit and I gotta shit bad."

"Well, here's an idea. Why don't you take a shit in old Tyler's mouth, he won't mind, will you, Tyler pal?"

Poor Tyler's body trembled but he shook his head no.

"Tyler buddy, I can't hear you. Tell my buddy here you want him to take a shit in your mouth."

"Yess sir, please sir, I want you to take a 3; a 3; shit in my mouth sir."

Bobby was glad. Bobby was happy, cruel as that may sound. He was happy someone else was getting picked on abused even for just a moment. The trustees made Tyler lay on the floor. They raised his head slightly by placing a plastic dishpan beneath it. Then the big muscular Germanic blond eighteen year old squatted over the black boys face.

"Now open up real wide." Cal laughed. If you let even one turd drop onto the floor, its going to be the Pit for you boy, got that. You take that shit and chew and swallow like a good little niggerteenpussy."

While Tyler ate shit, gagged and coughed and vomited and ate again and suffered beneath the sweaty asshole of the shitting blond, Bobby closed his eyes and rested. He drifted off, dreaming of home and his family and maybe sharing a nice warm bed with Carlos and maybe delighting in the Latino boy sleeping every night with his huge brown uncut cock up Bobby's snug thriteen year old asshole.

Chapter 15
Gym Class

At the sound of the bell the twenty two boys in the class ran from the locker room dressed in only very snug jockstraps. On the older boys especially the leg straps cut into the ass flesh and the tiny stretched pouches unable to contain twelve year old dick, much less the huge dicks of the eighteen year olds pushed away from the genitals exposing bits of ball bag and dick to the onlookers. The boys ranging in age in this partucular class from thirteen to eighteen always hated guest days in particular. It seemed liked Coach Krawl was even more cruel than usual if that was possible. Sometimes there where accidents and boys were seriously hurt. Krawl, a beefy muscular ex weightlifter in his mid thirties with a brown buzz cut and a tight muscle shirt followed the boys, and his three trustees armed with cattle prods followed him.

The boys in the class lined up before the bleachers and placed their hands behind their necks. Such a beautiful divergence of boyflesh. Slender unformed chests with flat pink nipples and well developed torsos with bulging pecs and huge swollen tits, pale pink tummies with slight boyish curve and tight flat stomachs with ridges of muscle. Handfuls of delicate boy ass, still smooth as peach skin and almost as small as melon halves and hard tan taut asses with teenage ass dimples indenting each cheek. Blonds and brunettes and redheads. One thing in common all scared out of their teenage wits.

At the sound of Coach Krawls whistle, the boys at once shucked their jockstraps. Then stood with legs spread exactly shoulder width apart, hands once again behind the neck. Now the cornucopia of cocks was displayed. Baby cocks and huge fat fucksausages, cut and uncut, pink and brown and black and yellow, boy dick of every size and shape. Something for even the most jaded appitite. And with the dicks, every size and shape of teenage ball bag, small drawn up pink ones, low loose hanging brown skinned ones, pouches swollen and hard, bags thin and low with nuts riding in the bottom. The guests salivated at the teenagers cocks and balls.

To have a small cock at Lakeland exposed a boy to much ridicule. The younger boys were of course the butts of most of the jokes, being called "cunts, twats, dickless, pencil prick, etc." But an even worse situation for a boy was to be older and still have a small cock. Woe be the lad who was sixteen or older and didn't hang at least five inches [12½ cm] flaccid, he was constantly mistreated for his physical shortcomings.

At another whistle from Coach Krawl who always spiced up these visitor days with a little fun, the twenty two boys reached down with one hand and lifted the jock strap belonging to the boy next to him. The boy on the end, a slight thirteen year old had to rush to the far end of the line to get his. Then the boys lifted the other boys obviously stretched and dirty jockstrap and put them in their mouths. At a command from the coach, they began to chew and suck loudly on the fuckpouches, giving the guests a hearty laugh. Then pouches still in mouths the boys turned to the left.

The Governor who could resist no longer reached out and cupped the rather full low ball bag of a fourteen year old standing before him.

"This kid has nice nuts. I wouldn't mind beating these," he remarked, flicking with his finger to snap against the scrotum flesh and send the boy into waves of pain. "What's his pussy like?"

"Steve, show the Governor your cunt!" Burke barked.

Steve at once turned his ass toward the bleachers and bending over grabbed an ass cheek in each hand and spread, revealing a well stretched but still pink and moist asshole.

"Jesus, how many time has the little cunt been fucked?" the Governor asked sinking three fingers into the asshole. "How many times have you been fucked, Steve?"

"Three hundred and twenty times this month, sir," the boy answered. "He's very popular at parties, a cute kid like him always is. Do you like to get fucked Steve?"

"Oh yes sir, I love a big dick up my worthless twat. Would one of you like to fuck me now?"

The Governor leaned back. "I don't like them that broken. I like a little resistance. Christ if they need dick that badly you might as well fuck a real girl."

"Well, Governor, to each his own taste. We have boys of every degree here. As you well know."

A whistle blew and the boys began to jog around the gym, jock straps still in their mouths, balls and dicks flopping as they ran on big bare boyfeet.

"What ever happened to the new boy, Bobby? Now theres a little cunt I'd love to sink my prick into."

The guests watched the bouncing boy ass as the class rounded the far turn.

"Bobby is in the training room for a few days. It's a bit difficult to know which way to go with him. How far to break him. His pouty little cocksucker mouth really belongs on a complete submissive, but there is something appealing in his snotty punkish resistance. He also looks truly beautiful when hes in pain. And he has an enormous dick for thirteen, over seven inches [18 cm] erect and growing. He's a real prize."

"Yeah, well, thanks for sharing. I wanted to see the little pussy today."

"Oh, you can, Governor, anything for you. We can stop around the training room after gym class."

Burke wouldn't dare upset the Governor, even though he coveted little Bobby for himself and also had special orders for the boys development.

The Governor sat back rubbing the buldge in his slacks, to watch the rest of the gym class. And what a fun time it was too. After six laps, the boys were made to do squats for the guests, displaying their dicks and balls to beautiful advantage. Then they had to do fifty jumping jacks. The effort of which sent balls and dicks slapping around with such force that mroe than one boy dropped to the floor in pain. The guests loved that.

Next wrestling. Boys of approximate size were paired off naked of course. The rules were that there were no rules. The winning boy got credits, the losing boy got beaten on the balls ten times. The boys scrapped like hell, kicking, scratching, biting even as well as punching. The match went on until one boy screamed for mercy. In the frey, boys grabbed each others dicks and balls and twisted. Boys jammed fingers up each others assholes. Boys bit each other ears and tits and dicks. A good time was had by all, in the bleachers. To finish this partucular portion of the class, Coach Krawl had a six foot four muscular eighteen year old fight a slender small for his age thirteen year old. The little kid was so scared he pissed right there on the gym floor, getting a round of applause. The fight was a mess. Coach Krawl wouldn't call time no matter how much the thirteen year old gave up. The eighteen year old wiped up the floor with the kid, eventually forcing the kids face into the puddle of piss and making him lick it up.

A portly red faced man in the bleachers leaned in to Burke.

"I'd like to match those two up again tonight. But the thirteen year old should have his hands tied behind his back, and the older boy should be encouraged to go alot further!"

"Of course Father Barre, we'll set it up at once." Burke smiled.

Now four of the boys were engaged in bicycle races. But not like any you have ever seen. These were stationary bikes with digital readouts above them indicating miles covered and speed. There was also an indicator marked 'inches'. The four sixteen year olds of approximate weight, height and body type were seated on most unusual bike saddles from which protruded four inch [10 cm] pink dildos, about as thick as a coke bottle. These dildos went up the boys asses. Then the boys feet were strapped to the peddles. Coach Krawl explained the rules.

"The boy who wins gets fifty credits. The second place boy gets five ball beatings. The third ten swats and last place cunt gets twenty scrotal swats. He ain't gonna make babies for a long time."

Krawl's way with an audience impressed Burke.

"Now the harder the boys peddle of course, the faster they go, you can see their time above their heads. But, and here's the fun part, the harder they peddle the harder and deeper the dildo they each sit on goes up their little cunts! It goes in and out with each revolve of the peddles. So a boy can really fuck himself fast and hard on one of those bikes. After class any of you so inclined to try the bikes are welcome to." More laughter.

"Naw, Coach," one youngish guy in the back yelled. "I just wanna lick off the dildos." More laughter. Burke sneered, he knew the guy was dead serious.

"The thing is," Krawl quipped back. "That's a lot of dildo. You see they start out at a mere four inches [10 cm] but they fuck deeper as the speed increases and go all the way; up to fifteen inches [38 cm] if need be. I dont think any boy has ever wanted to win quite that badly."

It was a great race. The boys grunted and moaned yelled and cursed while they peddled, sweat pouring off their smooth young well toned bodies, arching their backs in pain as they were ass fucked, throwing their heads, their knuckles white from gripping the bike handlebars. Deeper and deeper faster and faster the boys fucked themselvesas they struggled to win the race. One boy threw a tremendous hard on and the crowd cheered. The other three stayed soft. Big naked finely arched boyfeet pushed and shoved at the straps holding them to the peddles, as the bikes raced ahead, standing still. The boy with the hard on was taking thirteen inches [33 cm]. His mouth hung open and spittle drooled down onto his chest as his big dick began to leak pre cum. The other boys were at six, eight and eleven inches [15-20-28 cm]. The lad with six inches [15 cm] up his ass just couldn't handle the big artificial dick.

"That boy is a disgrace." The Governor said. "Hasn't he had any cunt stretching classes?"

"We've kept that boy specially for today," Burke smiled, yelling so the whole crowd could hear. "He's got a virgin ass, never even had a finger up it before. We thought you might enjoy it."

The virgin sixteen year old was howling as he peddled gingerly, never having felt such pain in his whole sixteen years. He had been quite the athlete in high school, but he never had any asshole training, too bad for him.

"I'd like to fuck him tonight," another guest chimed in.

"Be my guest. I should warn you that at the end of the race, win or lose, thirteen inches [33 cm] of dildo goes up each boy's ass, just for fun."

The attention of the visitors was drawn to the boy in the lead as he began to scream and his fat teen prick shot sprays of cum all over his stomach, chest and the bike. He was taking fourteen inches [35 cm] of dick up his boytwat. Just then a buzzer went off indicating that he had won. The crowd went wild. They had never seen a winning boy cum at the precise moment of victory. All the boys slowed in exhaustion, and then reared back and wailed as the dildoes were automatically rammed up their tender teen asscunts. The young guy from the audience ran to the middle of the gym floor and threw himself onto the bike of the winning boy, licking the cum from the kids stomach and chest. The crowd roared with laughter.

"That's Senator Archer's son, always a cut up!" Burke smiled.

"Always a show off just like his old man," the Governor grunted and filed the information for the future. He wouldn't mind seeing Senator Archers son crawl around bare assed naked. The kid was in his early twenties and really hunky. The Governor wasn't above blackmail, after all he was a politician.

Next came a tug o war. Two boys with big balls were tied together via a rope connected to each of their nutsacks. Their arms were tied behind their backs. Then the rest of the boys lined up on either side, forming two teams. At the whistle the two boys tied together tried to pull each other over a yellow line, obviously the strain on their ball bags was tremendous. But they were aware of their own pain and so it was a careful struggle. Not so when the whistle blew again and two more boys joined the tug, one boy grabbing each of the ball bound youths around the waist. Now the boys second in the tug line felt no pain, their only desire was to win credits. So now the two tied boys nuts were really stretched and yanked. They almost passed out from the pain. Another whistle two more boys joine, three on each side now. How much would the front boys be able to tolerate. The boys had played this game before and enjoyed hurting the nuts of the front boys. It gave them a kind of release from their own pain. NOW THERE WERE SIX BOYS ON EACH SIDE. It must have been agony for the tied boys, who were screaming mindlessly now.

"Isn't it amazing how cruel boys can be to each other, given the right incentive," the Governor remarked.

"Given the right incentive indeed, shall we go visit Bobby?" Burke rose, looking once more over the gym, his glance resting a moment on Shawn Archer, the Senators son, licking ass slime off the bicycle dildos.

It takes all kinds to make up the world. One man's turn on is anothers abhorrance, one man's meat is another man's poison. What revolts and insults one, titilates and arouses another. Burke looked up.

"What I wonder turns on God, watching us struggle and slave in pain and darkness I suppose. Watching us grovel toward Him for forgiveness for sins we never commiteed, while we are tempted by Him toward new more perverse actions."

Burke's prick commenced dripping in his trousers.

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