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Paul Towers was
very nervous as he entered the office of
Doctor Weller,
the head doctor
at Lakeland Academy. Doctor Weller was not
strictly a doctor
anymore. He had
lost his license to practice medicine when
he was found by
the police with
his dick up the ass of a thirteen year old
schoolboy
patient. In
defense of Dr. Weller, the boy was beautiful
and any big
dicked,
red blooded
pervert would want to fuck his tiny sweet
bubble butted
ass. The
fact that the kid
was a virgin only made the hole
stretching more
potent.
The boy had come
in for a physical with is mom, and as Mom
sat in the outer
office, Dr.
Weller had the boy strip totally naked and then
drugged him.
While the kid was
half out of it, Dr. Weller played with
the nicely
developing prick
and smooth hairless ball bag. That led to
some fingering of
the virgin
asshole, and then, Dr. Weller just had to get
his eight inches
up
that tiny
boycunt. As it would happen, another patient
looking for the
men's room opened
the wrong door and saw Dr. Weller balls
deep up the ass
of
the boy and
called the police. The men in blue arrived with
unusual
punctuality and
interrupted the good Doctor before he could
even unload up
the agonized
kid's pink boypussy.
In other words,
Dr. Weller was just the kind of man
Lakeland Academy
wanted. Paul
Towers was nervous whenever he had to have
dealings with the
sadistic,
perverted medical man. But this day was special.
Paul Towers had
been at Lakeland
for three years. During that time he had
been fucked over
one thousand
times. He had also sucked over three thousand
cocks. The really
cute boys at
Lakeland were kept busy most of the day and
night. They
didn't
even have time
for the foolish formality of classes or
workshops. And as
for
rehab..forget it.
It was their mouths and asses that the
teachers at
Lakeland set
about training. That and breaking the wills of
the boys. Paul
had been broken
and rebuilt to be the kind of cocksucking
fuckboy that the
faculty was proud
of. He also displayed a talent for
sadism. So, today
was
the day that Paul
Towers was going to go from student to
Prefect at
Lakeland. After
today he would be working for the school,
in charge of a
number of boys.
His job...to make life hell for the lads in
any way he
could. The more
he hurt and tortured, humiliated and abused
the boys in his
charge, the more
highly he would be thought of by his
superiors.
Paul was dressed
in a sport's coat, shirt and tie for his
final
interviews. He
need to get a physical from Dr.Weller. He
shyly poked his
head into the
room. The look on his handsome young face
said it all. He
was
scared and
totally humble before the sadistic doctor.
"Well, well,
well, if it isn't little cocksucker Paul
Towers. Come on
in,
Cunt. I haven't
fucked your ass in almost a year. MY, my,
you have grown
up.
You must be what,
all of seventeen now. As I remember you
had a nice tight
pussy. I'll bet
that isn't the case anymore. I know our
fine young
Headmaster likes
lean muscular boys like you, and I'll just
bet he opened
you up so you
could deliver a fucking baby from your
cunthole. I am
sorry
that I have not
seen you this past year, but you know I
fancy the younger
lads, and I have
been so fucking busy fucking! Ha ha."
Dr. Weller
fancied
himself something
of a comedian.
"So you are going to be a prefect, huh?
If I pass you on
your medical
exam. That means
you will be able to bully the little cunts
instead of being
bullied. Lucky
you. I guess passing this medical is really
important,
eh?"
"Yes,
sir!" They were the first words Paul uttered
since entering
the
room Paul Towers
had darkly handsome good looks. His
family had
Intalian
and Latino blood
in their background, and the best of both
came out in this
muscular young
man. At fourteen, he had been arrested for
selling drugs to
some middle
school boys and had been sent to Lakeland. His
first day at the
school, he had
been forced to suck thirty-two dicks.
Everybody it
seems had
wanted to try out
his pretty, soft, young mouth. His ass
was opened soon
after by the
Headmaster himself.
Well, what are
you fucking waiting for, Christmas? Get
those clothes off
and let me see
how you have been developing this last year.
Is your dick
still rather
small. I recall it was nothing to write home
about. No
cuntfucker if I
remember correctly. It is so difficult to
remember when one
has so many
teenage cocks to consider. I fucked a new boy
just the other
day...thirteen
and he has over seven inches of fuckmeat,
would you believe
it? That is going
to be so much fun to play with. And we
have a new
Nigger,
did you hear?
Hung like a fucking horse and shy and
perfect to abuse.
I'll
see what I can do
to put him under your charge...if you
pass your
physical
of course. Come
on, don't dawdle, get naked."
Paul Towers
stripped bare assed naked in front of the
perverted doctor.
It
was nothing new
by this time. He had spent most of the last
three years
naked. Still, he
hesitated when he got to his undershorts.
one never knew
what new sadistic
tricks the doc had up his sleeve or in
his pants. It
felt
strange to be
wearing underwear again. The boys at Lakeland
were not allowed
to wear
underwear, except for special occasions such as the
visit of a big
shot politician
who liked boys in underpants.
"Get those
panties off and show me your fuckhose!"
Paul stripped
down the blue boxer/briefs. He heard the
doctor laugh.
"Oh my God,
it really is not very large is it. I mean,
you have grown in
every other way.
But your cock is really more like a clit
than a dick,
isn't
it?" Paul
said nothing. He just stood there letting the
doctor look at
his
rather small
cock. He didn't cover himself. He knew better
than to do that.
"I SAID YOUR
DICK IS MORE LIKE A CLIT, ISN'T IT" The
doctor screamed
suddenly.
"YES SIR. MY
DICK IS SMALL AND REALLY MORE LIKE A CLIT."
"YOU COULD
NEVER FUCK CUNT WITH THAT, COULD YOU?"
"NO SIR, IT'S MUCH TO SMALL TO EVER FUCK
A CUNT."
The doctor smiled. "Good. I see you
learned some
manners in the
past
year. You might
make prefect yet. Let's get a piss sample,
and then we'll
take a look at
you with the cunt spreader."
Meanwhile,
Jasper, the only Black boy at Lakeland was
having an
eye-opening first
day. He now knelt naked in what was
called "THE
CUNT
ROOM."
The Cunt Room was the Bathroom. In most school
it would
be called the
Boys Room, or the
Girls Room. But at Lakeland it had been
affectionately
named The Cunt
Room. The Boys at Lakeland were not allowed
to ever piss or
shit without
permission. And they were always monitored
when they did so.
That was so they
could not play with their dirty little
clits, and also
so
that the clients
and sponsors of the school who liked to
watch boys shit
and
piss could enjoy
the activity with the boy.
Jasper, who had
been forced to crawl down to the Cunt
Room from the
Cafeteria, could
not believe his eyes.
The boys, stood
in a line, all of them totally bare ass
naked. They were
forced to stand
so close to each other their their young
dicks brushed up
against the
bodies of the boys in front of them. Because
there were very
little boys as
well as strapping teens of nineteen in the
line, some of the
older boys fat
cocks rubbed against the backs or necks of
little boys in
line in front of
them. They stood this way in a body
rubbing line,
arms at
sides not
speaking. They knew the routine. Proctors kept
the line moving.
As the boy's
moved forward, they spread their young legs to
straddle a
trough or drain
that ran the length of the room. Spreading
their legs
allowed the
guests seated on bleachers to view the teenage
swinging balls
and the pretty
young hunks of fuckmeat. In attendance this
morning was the
Sheriff of the
county, a state Senator, and two prominent
businessmen,
among
others. They
studied each boy with keen interest, trying to
decide which boy
they would like
to have for the day to play with.
When a boy
reached the front of the line, directly
opposite the
guests, he
would squat over
the trough. Then he would shout at the top
of his lungs.
"PISSING."
and he would piss. Piss shot out of the
teenage cock. The
boy
was not allowed
to touch himself. The guests leaned in
closer to study
the
pissing teenage
dick. Then the boy would shout out,
"SHITTING,"
and he would
squeeze until the
tip of a turd appeared at his asshole.
Cameras in the
trough captured
the shitlog forcing it's way out of the
teen boy asshole
and
projected it up
on two giant screens. The boy squatted and
grunted shitting
out three long
large turds. Then he stood up and did a most
unusual thing.
He bent over from
the waist and reaching back, spread his
young smooth ass
cheeks. A Proctor
handed the next boy in line three small
squares of toilet
paper. The next
boy in line had the duty to wipe the shitty
ass of the boy
in front of him.
The school called this bonding! With only
three thin
squares of toilet
paper, the wiping boy had to make sure
every swipe was
carefully
planned. After cleaning the ass, the boy in front
moved off to the
showers, which
all boys took every time they shat, and the
next boy would
squat to do his
duty. To keep the entire process
manageable
timewise, there
were three such
lines and three troughs in the big room.
Jasper could not
believe the perverted sickness of the
entire sight. How
could he be
expected to shit and piss in this manner? A
proctor standing
next to him,
kicked him in the nuts, but only hard enough
to get his
attention.
"Every boy
at Lakeland has chores to do as well as going
to social rehab
classes. You have
to pay for your crimes against society.
Your job, Nigger
will be to work
here, in the Cunt Room. Someone has to
clean the shit
out of
the troughs when
the boys have finished. That's going to be
your job. You'll
be using your
nigger hands to pick up the shit and dump it
down the drain.
Don't complain,
Nigger, you could be using your mouth!"
After all the
boys had finished shitting and pissing,
Jasper's job was
further explained
to him. One boy was assigned to each shit
trough. One of
the other boys
was Asian and one was Latino. Obviously
there was lots of
racial prejudice
at Lakeland. The were naked and looked
subdued and
humble.
"We could turn on the water and just
flush the shit and
piss down, but
our
Headmaster feels
this is an appropriate job for nigger scum
like you. so
what you do, is
climb on down into the trough, and pick up
the shit and
crawl with it to
the drain at the end and dump it, simple,
right?"
Jasper could not
stand the stink of the boys' shit. It
was overpowering.
He wanted to
puke. Then the prefect threw a tape measure to
Jasper.
"Oh yeah,
the Headmaster has a little welcome task for
you. Just to see
how well behaved
you are. Until further notice, he wants
you to measure
each
turd before you
dump it. Here's a pad of paper and a
pencil. Just
measure
how long each
shit log is and how big around in the middle.
Record that
data, and then
dump the turd and move on to the next one.
Do a good job and
Be accurate, the
cameras are watching you. Jesus, Nigger,
you got a big
fucking dick!
When you crawl, it's gonna get dragged
through all that
boy
shit!" The
prefect laughed and rubbed his own prick bulge
in his white
pants.
Jasper wanted to
die. But his horror was just beginning.
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