The Scythian Academy 

Chapter 5

The next morning, Victor got his first taste of academic life at the Scythian Academy.  His first class was Remedial Math.  In the past, Victor's grades in math had been abysmal, mostly because he had generally not done his homework.  Thus, he was assigned to the lowest level math class Scythian offered.  Predictably, the only female in the classroom was Ms. Hanidy, the devastatingly attractive young blonde teacher who sported a leather business suit similar to Ms. Kester's.  The students were all boys, sporting skin tight pastel-blue shorts and pink tanktops with the word "Boy" stenciled on the back.  

The classroom was a simple affair.  It was a windowless room deep within the bowls of the Scythian Academy's main building, with featureless, unpainted cinderblock walls, and a secure, heavy metal door.  The teacher's desk at the front of the room appeared to have a number of complicated electronic controls installed on the desktop, but the student desks seemed mostly like ordinary student desks.

Mostly.

Extending out of each of the desks were two wires, with an alligator clip on the end of each.  Ms. Hanidy instructed the boys sharply to attach an alligator clip to the end of each nipple, and watched as boys went through the motions of doing as instructed.  She then began the lesson, asking each boy in turn to work a math problem for the class.

Correct answers went unnoticed.  Wrong answers, however, resulted in a painful electric shock being passed through the nipples of the offending boy.  Each boy was shocked at least once during the lesson.  Victor, who rarely had paid attention in math class in the past, was shocked three times.  One boy, Stuart, pretended to be in pain after giving a wrong answer, but the teacher easily saw through the ruse.  Stuart had attached the alligator clips to each other under his shirt, rather than attaching them to his nipples.  In what seemed like real anger, Ms. Hanidy yanked Stuart's shorts down to his knees, and attached an alligator clip to each of his balls.  She then gave him an electric shock that lasted five long seconds, and the entire class listened to Stuart scream in agony.

"SO, Stuart," said Ms. Hanidy sharply, "thought you were clever enough to TRICK your teacher?  Thought you could let something SLIP BY Ms. Hanidy?"

Stuart, who was in no condition to speak, could only whimper.

"Here you sit in a REMEDIAL math class, you and your fellow MALES" -- she uttered that word in a tone that implied that "male" was the lowest form of life on earth -- "and you think you can OUTSMART me.  So typical.  There's one in every class.

"'Boys will be boys' they say," continued Ms. Hanidy, "and that's exactly your problem.  You insist on 'being boys,' and your boyhood gets in the way of you learning math.  Well, that won't happen in my class. Here, if your boyhood interferes with your education, you boyhood will be punnished."  Ms. Hanidy then zapped Stuart's balls for a split second to drive the point home.  Stuart yelped in pain.  By this time, tears were running dowin his face.

Then, as if in answer to Stuart's silent pleas for salvation (and those of other boys watching, whose balls seemed to ache in sympathy), the bell rang.  The boys immediately moved to remove the allegator clips.

"NOT so fast!"  snapped Ms. Hanity.  The boys froze.

"Next week, you are all to come to class WITHOUT SHIRTS, so that I can see that you have wired your nipples like you're supposed to.  Class dismissed."

The boys filed out.

Victor was fazed enough by his experience in Ms. Hanity's remedial math class, but what he saw in the hallway on his way to his second-period Social Studies class shocked him utterly. A boy, completely naked, was tied to an strange contraption that Victor did not recognize. He was bent over at a 90-degree angle, with his legs hanging straight down, his bare ass sticking out, and his head held upright by a sling. His unsupported torso extended, paralel to the ground, from his neck to his ass, which was bent over a metal box. Victor guessed that there must have been a hole at the top of that box for the boy's cock, because it was nowhere to be seen.

Several girls, in their short plaid skirts and low-cut white blouses, seemed to have decided to take it among themselves to comfort this boy. They approached him and took turns massaging his back, whispering in his ear, pinching his nipples, and even kissing him. Victor decided that the girls must feel sorry for this boy. He further decided that it would impress these girls if Victor appeared to feel sorry for him too. "The 'sensitive guy' routine is a sure winner," thought Victor.

So, Victor approached this boy and thought of something to say that might sound encouraging. "Hang in there, dude," said Victor, "We're all pulling for you."

At that point, a girl a bit older than Victor suddenly appeared. She wore the standard Scythian Academy uniform of the plaid skirt and the white blouse, but she also wore a black sash.  Victor had seen a few girls in the hallway wearing black sashes, but it had not occured to him to inquire as to what that garmet signified.  In fact, at the Scythian Academy a black sash was the honorary garmet worn by hall monitors -- girls who were entrusted with both the power and the responsibility to do whatever was necessary to keep erant boys in line between classes.

The most visible symbol of the hall monitors' authority was their black sashes, but as a practical matter the most important symbol of their office were the whistles they each carried. It was with these whistles that they exercised their true power.

In one breath, the hall monitor "blew the whistle" on Victor. As the screach of a Hall Monitor's whistle filled the corridors of the Academy, two teachers, clad in their tight, leather business suits, suddenly appeared. Tha hall monitor faced them and, pointing to Victor, stated her indictment: "Talking with a boy undergoing punnishment."  The first teacher grabbed and held Victor, while the second skilfully removed Victor's uniform.  Before he knew it, Victor once again found himself naked, and at the mercy of a georgious woman.

This time, unlike prior occasions, Victor did not have the luxury of being humiliated privately in his own bedroom, or even in the cinderblock cell that the school had provided him. He was being punished in the middle of the Scythian Academy's hallway, with passers by ogling at his shame. He despirately wanted to at least cover his cock with his hands, but a teacher had his wrists fully in her grip.

A device similar to the one on which the other boy was restrained was brought out, and Victor was placed in it. He was bent over the metal box, so that his bare ass stuck out for all to see and touch. He discovered that his cock and balls fit comfortably, if a bit snuggly, in a small chamber at the top of the box. His head, sholders and torso extended forward, and his head was placed in a sling, where it was supported comfortably. Victor was supprised; he expected the device to be painful, but it wasn't. It was "merely" humiliating.

After a gag was placed in Victor's mouth to keep him silent, the first teacher spoke to him.

"Do you know what the device you've been attached to is called?" asked the teacher calmly.

"Mmmptt," was the closest thing to a reply Victor could manage.

"Obviously you haven't read the school rules as instructed. This device is called a 'penal restraint.' It is a device that we use to discipline boys who disrupt class by allowing their flounting their hard-ons. We find that allowing boys to have hard-ons during class time is distracting to both students and teachers, so we require that the boys at this school . . .. restrain themselves. Unfortunately, most don't listen, so we must train them. Do you know why you're here?"

Victor was silent, having already discovered the futility of attempting to speak. The teacher smiled.

"Good," she said, "you're learning. Maybe you're not a completely hopeless case after all. The reason you are attached to this device is because you spoke to a boy who was undergoing punnishment. Rule 10043 § C-12 expressly says 'any boy who, without first requesting and obtaining permission from a responsible school official, speaks to a boy who is undergoing punnishment, shall himself be subject to the same punnishment.' You see, we need to make sure and preserve the intergety of the system, and in order to do that each boy must face his punnishments on his own. You will therefore be restrained in the penile restraint for one hour, just like Donald here."

The teacher left. Just then, girls started surrounding Victor. They massaged his back, ran fingers through his hair, pinched his nipples, kissed his cheeks, and nibbled on his earlobes. A few even grabbed his ass, or gave him a light spanking. The net effect of all of this amorous attention by a group of very pretty girls in short plaid skirts and low-cut white blouses was to make Victor sexually excited. His cock grew, acknowledging the attention the rest of his body was receiving. The problem was that his cock and balls were locked in a small chamber, where there was no room for his cock to grow. As he became more erect, Victor's balls were squeezed against the walls of the metal chamber, and his cock painfully tried to force its way out of the impenetrable box. But for the gag in his mouth, the pain would have made Victor howl out. As matters stood, all he could manage was a highly muffled whimper.

Victor tried to resist. He tried to think about such things as baseball, or his elderly grandmother. But it was no good. The uniform-wearing baseball players became bikini-wearing beachball players, and his crone grandmother became young maid -- an object of desire. The girls were merciless. They knew that the harder Victor got the more pain he would be in, and they were also proud of their skill in making boys hard, whether they wanted to be or not. So, for the next hour, Victor suffered at the hands of temptation that he simply could not resist.