Boarding School (24 page)

“Ok,” Artist continued. “There’s one more thing I need to do with you.”

Next I felt him reach down around my groin and dig out my penis. He brushed some of the mud away and then he began to stroke me with his hand. Like most guys, it normally takes me at least fifteen minutes or so to recover after ejaculating. And at first I was worried that Artist’s stroking was going to be painful for me. But again the cocaine really seemed to be doing a number on my sex drive, so immediately I began to feel stimulated from the friction and the feeling of his hand on me. “Uuh!” I moaned as he began to set up a steady rhythm. In no time he had worked my penis into a fully hardened erection and I felt as if I was quickly being launched into a state of ecstasy. “Uuh… Ah!” And as my body began to tense, and as I was getting ready to enter the home stretch, Artist let go of my penis, stood up and walked away.

“Where are you going?” I called after him in a panic. “Aren’t you gonna finish me off?”

“That’s all ya get for now,” was all he said as I heard him walk away to do the same to Matt.

More laughter then rose from the crowd. This was obviously part of their plans to torture us.

And so, since I seemed to have a few minutes, I lay there quietly and tried to listen to the many conversations which were going on around me. As I concentrated, I found it didn’t take too long before I began to notice that I was able to hear a few full-grown male voices in the crowd. This, of course, caught my attention right away, so I tried to sort out these adult voices from the others so I could figure out if any of them sounded familiar to me. At about this same time, because I was lying down and because it was late, I suppose, the alcohol and the pot in my system seemed to be taking me over and I realized all of a sudden that I was falling asleep. As the seconds were ticking by now, I was finding it increasingly difficult to keep myself conscious until soon I was beginning to blink in and out. When I was awake, I decided that the grown-up voice that was talking with the leader seemed to be the one that was the closest to me. But just as I would begin to focus in on what the man was saying, I would blank out again for a few seconds.

“Yeah, it was a good idea to let them keep their undershirts on. That way they can retain their body heat longer while they’re in the mud,” the man’s voice said. “I think with the next two you ought to…”

Huh?
I was awake again, but I didn’t see why I needed to keep fighting sleep anymore. After all, I was pretty comfortable now just lying here and…

“Oh, I think you boys have done a marvelous job with these kids. They’re gonna be our best ones yet,” the man continued.

…Best? What did he mean by that?
This last comment struck me as something I ought to be concerned about, but at the same time, did it really matter all that…

“You know I’m certainly glad that neither of these boys ever went to see the baba.”

WHAT!
I was awake now and staying that way.
Did I just hear what I thought I heard?

“If either of these kids had gone to see the baba, then they wouldn’t have this great-looking cock-sucker hair they’ve got now.”

“Cock-sucker hair?” the leader asked. “What’s that?”

“Oh, well., their hair is so nice and long and straight and fine, that whenever they’re giving someone a blow job and their heads get jerked suddenly, it makes their hair ripple across their heads. Our customers love that. That’s why we call it cock-sucker hair.”

I was stunned beyond words. The voice I was hearing belonged to Mr. Stuart. This was a nightmare which had just become a reality. I now understood that our leader had a boss, and that boss was our headmaster. No wonder he never caught these guys. He had always been one of them. Now I knew there was no hope for us. There was never going to be any rescue. Matt and I were truly doomed to live this way for as long as… And then I wondered suddenly what Mr. Stuart had meant when he had talked about customers.

“Uuh! Ah!” Matt groaned as he responded to the stroking he was receiving from Artist’s hand.

“Ok, I’m done,” I heard Artist say a moment later. And then I heard him stand up and walk past me to where the leader and the headmaster were standing.

“But aren’t you gonna finish?” Matt called out. His voice sounded so pathetic to me now. “Hey! Don’t leave me like this!” There is nothing worse for a guy to be started up and then not allowed to finish.

The leader laughed again with the rest of the crowd, and then he resumed his announcements. “All right!” the leader then called out to everyone who had assembled around us. “It’s time to start planting our seeds. So let’s get to gardening.”

A cheer then went up from the field and I began to hear the sounds of fabric swishing all around me as everyone there, I guess, began to slip off their gym shorts and flip flops.
Some joke,
I thought. I then noticed a light rain beginning to fall as I waited for whoever was going to be my first customer. (Now I was thinking like Mr. Stuart.) The drops felt good on my face and I listened as our headmaster seemed to be the one who was coming closer to me.

“I’ve had my eye on this kid ever since the first day he walked into my office with his parents. I just love blonds, you know, and this one’s really cute.”

And then I felt the rain on my face being blocked by the headmaster’s body as he got down on all fours above me. “What the hell?” I shouted without thinking. It was still so hard for me to believe that our headmaster was actually about to do me. But the table had been set, and the rules had been stated. And now my real debauching was at hand.

“Shut up, Adams,” the head of our faculty barked. And then Mr. Stuart placed his hand on my face and squeezed my cheeks together to purse my lips.

There was nothing I could do. With the headmaster’s hand now holding my face, I couldn’t move my head, and with the ropes holding me down, I couldn’t get away. And frankly with the drugs and alcohol so strong in my system, I didn’t have the will to even try to stop any of this from happening to me. And so, I accepted the headmaster’s penis when it was thrust into my mouth. Then a moment later as he removed his muddy hand from my face and placed it in the mud above my head to steady himself, I made my lips rigid and I sucked on his penis as hard as I could so I could demonstrate to this man the thoroughness of my training and deliver to the person whose responsibility it was to look after my welfare, a really fine blow job.

Every so often I could hear someone speak to Matt, or I could hear Matt make the smacking sounds as he performed his service on others. So I figured that the crowd had divided itself into two lines so that everyone there could have a turn at one or the other of us. Also, I guessed that the cocaine was giving everyone hair triggers tonight because it seemed as if they all were moving right along. In no time, I could feel the headmaster’s cum filling my mouth, and then he pulled himself out of me.

“Good job, kid,” I heard Mr. Stuart say as he moved himself away from me and allowed the rain to fall once again on my face. “I always knew you’d be a good addition to the Academy.” And when he was on his feet again, I heard him speak next to someone nearby. “You see? If you always keep their mouths filled, they can’t complain.”

A moment later I again couldn’t feel the rain on my face, which told me that another person was now hunching over me.

“Ok, Clint. I want you to remember to suck me this time.”

It was the leader who was in position above me now. I then felt his fingers become wrapped around my penis and then he began to stroke me. “Uuh!” I moaned right away. In no time his steady stroking had my erection back, and soon after that the leader had me breathing in short sharp gasps. I was now completely under his control and eager to have him continue until he would bring me to another ejaculation. I was loving this. I never wanted his stroking to end.
Oh, man,
I couldn’t believe it! The leader had now put me into a world of ultimate pleasure and as my body began to tense and I prepared myself for the time that was soon to come when my penis would go into frantic spasms which would yank the rest of my body in sweet splendor along with it, he let go of my penis and squeezed together my cheeks with his hand as he then plunged his penis into my mouth. Instantly I reacted by sucking as hard as I could while I clamped my lips down hard on him. I was wild with stimulation and I was going down on him as ferociously as my smaller body would allow.

“Aw yeah! That feels great, Clint!”

Now I was causing the leader to gasp. I had his penis under my control and I wasn’t letting go until it had issued forth fully.

“Priming the pump, huh?” a voice from the crowd observed.

“Yeah! Ah… God! It works great! Go, Clint! This is one of the best ones I’ve ever had. Aw yeah!” The leader was most definitely enjoying the blow job I was giving him.

They didn’t “prime my pump” every time a new person took his turn with me. They didn’t want to take the chance that I might ejaculate and then lose my drive. So every second or third guy would stroke me and put me back into the stratosphere for a short while, and then he would plunge his penis into my mouth and I would automatically convert all of that sexual energy into giving him the best blow job I could. And it sounded to me as if they were doing the same thing to Matt. Every so often I could hear him begin to moan and breathe as if he was getting close to having an orgasm. And then the sounds would stop and all I’d be able to hear then would be the smacking sounds we both made as we performed our jobs. There also would be some laughter from the crowd around him after every occasion like this. I suppose there was laughter around me too whenever they pulled this trick on me, but I didn’t care. I was always too swept away by the emotions of the moment to notice.

After the leader had finished with me, I stopped waiting for the next guy to grab my cheeks and squeeze them to force me to open. Instead, I just opened my mouth automatically and then waited for my next customer every time I felt the rain blocked from falling onto my face. This response to every newcomer worked fine for a while until some other man came along to take his turn with me. I wasn’t sure, but I suspected that this man was our cook. The reason why I didn’t know his identity for certain was because we rarely heard Thomas speak. On this occasion, he smelled like liquor and was mighty mean when he took his position over me. Once he was settled on all fours, he grabbed my face hard with his large hand and then he shook my face as he squeezed my cheeks together.

“You’re lyin’ here in this field an’ just thinkin’ that everyone who comes to do you is gonna be nice ‘nd all. Well let me tell ya, I’m now gonna shove my big black dick into your lily white mouth and I expect the best damn blow job you’ve ever given anyone. Otherwise, I’ll start beatin’ on you, boy, and I won’t emit ‘til you’re all broken and bloody and cryin’ for mercy.” And then he stuffed himself into my mouth. This time it didn’t take any priming of my pump to get me going. I sucked and clamped down on him as hard as I possibly could. And when it was all over I figured that I must have done a decent job in satisfying him because he never hit me.

At some point during the evening, Mr. Stuart made an announcement while Matt and I were both in the middle of servicing people. “After you’re all done here, we’ve got a little celebration planned for all of you big people here. Little guys can’t come. I want all of you to meet up in the Annex. We’ve brought in two carloads of hookers down from Worcester for you all tonight. I think we cleaned out that whole town of hookers, frankly. Anyway, we’ve also got plenty of nose candy and booze to go around for everyone. Including the girls. So as soon as you’re done here, go get cleaned up and meet us in the Annex.”

A cheer then rose up from the field again. I wasn’t sure why they were celebrating, but under the circumstances, I was just as glad that Matt and I weren’t invited. And then after that, I turned my attentions back to the guy whose penis was filling my mouth.

* * *

I don’t know how many guys I serviced that night. I suppose it was maybe eight or nine penises which had been shoved into my mouth before the event was over. I just remember coming to all of a sudden and realizing that no one was around me anymore. The rain was still falling on my face and when I moved my arms I found that the stakes which had been holding them down earlier were now pulled up out of the mud for me. And so I brought my hands to my face and pulled off my eye shades so I could finally get a look around.

I saw that indeed the bigger kids and the men had left us behind. I then looked over to my right and saw Matt still lying with his body and his limbs completely covered over with mud, looking to me to be unconscious. “Matt!” I called over to him, but he didn’t move. “Hey, Matt, wake up!” Again he didn’t respond. So I sat up and spent the next minute or two untying the ropes from my wrists and ankles. Once I was free again, I stood up and walked over to help my friend. When I reached him I saw that he was still staked down. There were muddy hand prints and semen on his face and I thought I could hear him snoring.
Hmmm,
I thought.
Artist did a nice job of sculpting his hair. Very life-like.
“Come on, Matt,” I hollered out loud. “We’ve gotta go. You’re gonna freeze if you stay out here all night.”

“SNORE!” Matt was clearly sleeping.

There was no time for this. We were both going to be freezing soon if I didn’t get us going. So I got down into the goosh again—this time on my knees—and I circled my friend slowly so I could untie the ropes which were still restraining his movements. Then I sat back on my legs alongside the boy and spoke to him again. “Matt!”

“SNORE!”

He looked so peaceful there, I hated to disturb him. But we couldn’t stay out here in the cool mud and survive the night. So I thrust my arms into the slop the boy was lying in until I had them under his back and then I hefted my friend up into a sitting position and shook his face and body to wake him while I also pulled off his eye shades.

“Huh? What are ya doin’?” he asked me as he became conscious again.