Chapter 5: Daily school business

Mr. Smyth-Carrington was supervising a training session for a few boys that had slacked a little over the last few days. He liked the fact that this disceplineg session was as well educating and amusing, and would make a very nice video for the schools internet channel.

He watched five handlers worked with five boys, at the same time, in the training center. Some of the boys were only here for two month, some well over two years, but their overall skills were quite satisfying already. Oddly enough all five young boys, ranging from 14 to 18, were here for the same reason. Some man wanted them to be broken in as a sex toy. The Headmaster knew success came in great numbers, and those boys would learn to be obedient by looking at their peers while they were trained in a group.

He watched as the five boys all bent over a training tool, in this case a coffee table of sorts with thick dildos mounted on it. The dildos were quite rigid, more than a usual cock, but this was the trick. The boys learned to master any dick they were given to suck, they learned to relax their throats, they learned to overcome their gag reflex. When one of the boys did go down on the dildo and kissed the surface of the table, he was rewarded with a short break and could sit back on his heels, even got a small drink of cold water. But he would go down on the dildo again shortly after the break, till all five of them had mastered the task. Smyth-Carrington knew the pure frustration of the quicker learners to have to repeat the same task over and over till the last boy had taken the dildo all the way was enough to create a peer pressure that made the boys work very well.

And the slowest learner usually got extra lessons by the quickest. After the trainers called the class off, usually the slowest were punished by their own buddies. The group would ensure no one was left behind.

The Headmaster smiled as he checked a poll. While the boys went through their education, the ordeal was broadcasted worldwide in certain websites. The boys were of legal age in most parts of the world, and no one made them do what they did. A least not openly. The subscribers to the websites gave comments, tipped and even voted for the best performances, filling the Schools accounts.

And while the websites seemed to show some sexy clips, the men who had sent the boys to Mr. Smyth to train them could watch what the boys did. A Win-Win, perfect since Smyth really liked an efficient organization.

He patted the boy that was kneeling between the Headmasters legs. The boy had to make sure the Headmasters fat dick would not spill any pre cum or, god forbid, cum, and spoil his expensive suit pants. The boy’s soft lips closed around the mans dick, but he did not move anymore, and the man had to remind him off his duties, since he evidently had dozed of.

“Henderson!” A sharp command, just the boys name, and he woke up with a start. The headmaster heard a low “bump” as the kid’s head jerked up and he hit it on the plate of the desk he was kneeling under.

The Headmaster spoke up again, as the boy went to work and started to suck the flaccid dick in his mouth.

“Henderson I guess you need a break! Maybe a nice session with a cattle prod will revive you again, what do you think?” The Headmaster saw the fear in the wide open eyes of the boy between his legs, and he rang a bell. His Assistant opened the door, and only a few short commands were necessary, and the young and muscled Assistant dragged the boy out of the office. A fresh boy would soon be under the Headmasters desk.

The man smiled and slowly jerked his dick himself while he opened a channel to a gym that was rarely used. The boy Henderson was already hanging on an overhead bar, holding on for dear life, and the screen clearly showed the steel cuffs that held his hands in place on the bar and would certainly hurt if he lost his grip. The boy would almost stay in the same place, just dangling from the short chains of the cuffs, and in a much more hurtful manner.

The Headmaster watched the naked boy, and he saw a gym coach make him do chin ups. The coach assisted the boy by counting for him, and he whipped the boy’s wide back whenever the moves slowed down. The screen clearly showed the sheen of sweat on the boy’s perfect skin, and the Headmaster knew the whip hurt, but not damaged anything. The exceptionally beautiful boys that attended the school could not be disfigured. Only a potential employer would be permitted to change a boy’s appearance, but only if he made a hefty down payment, and only during the last year the boy had to spend at school.

The headmaster switched the channel again, and while a new boy named Pearson crawled under his desk and started to suck his dick way more enthusiastic than the boy Henderson, he checked a pervy Bishop who worked a boy in the school’s chapel.

The Headmaster recognized the bench that was equipped with a row of dildos, each one bigger than the one before, perfectly made of deep black wood and silvery dildos. The bench was a true work of art. And the black boy who was grunting as he rode the dildo number 5 was a true example for the marvelous work of God’s creation. The Bishop only ordered the best looking boys to ride the “Stairway to Heaven” as he called the bench with the Dildos. Anthony, the black boy, was 18 and about to graduate from school. His father had sent him here as his wild streak was a little too pronounced.

The muscular, sexy, well trained young man was still well spoken, intelligent, almost witty during dinner, but now, after two years at school, his father had just to say the word, and Anthony turned into such a greedy fuck slut that the men his Dad invited for certain special occasions almost didn’t believe their senses.

The Headmaster chuckled as Anthony slid off Dildo Number 5 and bent over and started to kiss and lick Dildo Number 6. He would have a hard time sliding down on this one. The rigid phallus like object was made of stainless steel and did not bend the slightest, other than a real man’s dick. Dildo Number 6 was a solid 8 incher, with a bulbous head, and gave the athletic black boy a real task. Anthony was well versed in the art of homosexual encounters, but the steel plug was nearly too much to take, especially since the boy’s only lube was his own spit.

The Headmaster steered the small, perfectly hidden camera to aim directly at the boys ass, and zoomed in to watch the hard task in detail. The boy sucking his dick grunted as Mr. Smyth scooted forward a little to bury his dick deeper in the cock sucking mouth, and he let his dickhead slide into the throat of the boy under his desk.

On screen, and in the schools chapel, Antony moaned in agony, but he knew he had to take the thick steel phallus all the way. His ass ring gave way, and the boy grunted as he slipped and sat down on the dildo all the way, in one painful move. The Bishop applauded, but he did not care about the boy’s pain. All he did was to spur the boy on to ride the dildo, using a little but fierce riding crop on the boy’s back. Anthony knew he had no chance. His task today was to conquer Dildo Number 7, a fat 10 incher, and before he had to take 6 all the way and had to fuck himself up and down on it for at least 20 times.