Chapter 6: Daily School Business (2): A presentation of Schools Methods

Mr. Smyth-Carrington was using the videos of a particular boy’s brainwashing as an example of a great piece of work his trusted staff was able to do, if an eager stepdad or loving uncle was interested in the methods the school used.

The video had been edited and turned into a most thrilling piece of reality entertainment, and the loving parents or other relatives, caregivers or simply any other interested party involved in a boy’s enrollment at the school would see an almost hour long, never aired episode of a certain reality TV program called “Smoking gun - real crimes and felonies”. The episode in question was a project of a TV-presenter who wanted to make it big in the industry, but overstepped a border. The episode was scrapped and erased, at least the sender thought. But with the right connections, it could still be found in the darknet.

Or on the servers of Biggelow Dickson School for Performing Arts.

Only a few trusted men or even fewer women were trustworthy enough to watch the film, and, as Headmaster Smyth-Carrington never got tired to say, they all enrolled their problem boys on the spot.

The huge flat screen in the Headmasters office was displaying this, and the man watching the film together with the Headmaster heard the voice of the man who had original produced the material, non other than the notorious John Smith, also known as “The Boybreaker”, the soon to be new member of schools teaching body. The man watched a especially for him edited and prepared version of the original video.

“The beautiful boy began to whimper like a wounded puppy the moment I entered the room. Of course he couldn’t speak, not with the tape over his mouth. He laid on his stomach on the checkered bed sheet, his strong young legs tied to the two rear corners of the bed. His arms were tied together in the small of his back, which emphasized his considerable shoulder muscles. He was the perfect specimen of sixteen year old jock boyhood.”

Most men watching were by now already on edge, as the boy shown in the video was exceptionally, spectacularly well built, for real a perfect example of a young athlete in his prime. The closeup of the boys muscular back was a sight to behold, and his ass was looking like the best sculptor had carved it from white marble.

“I stood for a moment, just staring at his great beauty. And I could only see his rear. Only his rear, that’s a joke. His rear was not an only! His rear was magnificent. It was his hot young teenage ass that first attracted me to him. I had seen a photo of him in his high school football uniform in the local paper, his back was turned and his beautiful muscular ass cheeks were on full display. I managed a trip to the school, disguised as somebody from the water company. I scoured the gymnasium and locker rooms for days until I saw him step out of the shower.”

The voice of the narrator had been sounding thick with lust by now, and he had to clear his throat. He clearly relived the situation as he saw the video again, several years after filming it.

“Yes, there are other beautiful boys, lots of them. But not for me. Not just now. My mind and big hard throbbing drooling dick were obsessed with sixteen year old stud Jimmy. He was just too cocky, too big for his britches. He needed a lesson, he needed to be taught he was not God’s gift to humanity. He was just a sexy piece of flesh that needed to be tamed and trained. His hard muscles and big dick would be put to good use, but not in the ways he was dreaming of.

And now, looking down at him struggling and whimpering on the bed, I knew I had made the right choice. His back was tan and smooth and well muscled. He had a tiny waist and the most magnificently perfect pale ass mounds with that temptingly deep teenage ass crack. The strong well formed jock legs and the large arched teenage feet with the full fat big toes almost made me forget to breath as my eyes took in his beauty. Dressed in a pair of jeans and a jersey his narrow hips even emphasized his wide shoulders and beefy legs, and his round muscle ass looked almost too good for a boy. A perfect, juicy, melon shaped ass ready to be conquered.”

Again the reporter had given the man a minute to regain his composure and probably rearrange his raging hardon. Every man watching the video certainly by now did.

“Jimmy stood six feet and weighed 180 pounds of solid muscled boy flesh. Not an ounce of excess fat, all muscles and brawn. He had broad shoulders and strong pecs capped by two quarter sized nipples. He must have had an excess of testosterone because even at sixteen he seemed all male, a fucking, macho, teenage male. And of course to match his darkly handsome good looks, he had the dick other boys dreamed about.”

“Some guys have all the luck. This dick hung six inches flaccid and was as thick as a cucumber. Hard, it stood at almost ten. Fucking freakishly big dick on a sixteen year old ... go figure. I’ll bet his own father was fucking jealous of him, and his mother was going nuts from wanting that fuck meat up her cunt.”

Again the man narrating had to make a short pause, overwhelmed by the relived fantasies he now shared.

“He had huge balls too, and when I first saw him in the locker room, he walked around bare assed, letting all the other boys drool with envy over his equipment. He knew what he was doing as he sauntered totally naked to talk to this kid or that. I saw all of their eyes go to his dick and nuts. I remember seeing his big dick and heavy nuts swing as he walked, joking with the other kids. The star pupil of the school. Straight A’s. All state athlete. Only sixteen, and he had already fucked twelve girls.”

The man’s voice got throaty at that point, and several men that watched the video openly jerked by now, knowing that the presentation took place in a friendly and trustworthy vicinity. The audience usually followed eagerly, at that point much too thrilled to end the presentation.

The voice in the video narrated:

“And now, he was mine. As I approached the bed, he began to buck and whimper more. I reached down and stroked the back of his head, twisting my fingers in his thick black hair.”

The video now played the original audio for a short period, and we could hear the same voice that narrated the film, just sounding younger, full of energy, at the same time trustworthy and soft, but also menacingly since the words were full of the maybe sickest hidden meanings anyone had taped and captured.

“Your hair is starting to grow nicely now. Wouldn’t it be ironic if the thing that slowed us up was your hair not growing.”

Again the older version of the voice started to narrate:

“He had had a short, choppy jock haircut when I abducted him, but now I could already see curl coming in. I leaned down and tore the tape off his mouth, revealing full lips, the lower one heavy and sensual. He knew what do to, this had been a morning ritual since he came to my home. He opened his sexy cocksucker mouth and stuck out the condom covered tongue.”

The original soundtrack was this:

“All clean? Did you suck the rubber all clean? Very good, Jimmy. You know this was dirty rubber I found in the dumpster behind a motel, so I think it might have come from a newlywed’s cock. Could you taste the bride’s pussy juice on it? Then again it might have come from some fat black dick, used to fuck a two bit hooker. It’s a pretty fucking big stretched out dick sheath. Must have been on a big cock. Did you notice the flavor, would you say he fucked her in the asshole with it?”

The narrating voice sounded a little amused as he went on to describe his feelings now:

“The teenager choked and gagged at my little joke. He didn’t think it was very funny. Have you noticed how sense of humor changes from generation to generation?

“Thirsty baby?” I asked him. His eyes looked up at me, so sad, it made my dick twitch in my pants.

I took the glass from the nightstand next to the bed and unzipped my fly. I took out my own big fucker. His frightened eyes always grew larger when he saw my dick. Fear gave the young athlete cartoon eyes. That and it made his face seem suddenly much younger. Now he looked more like fourteen.”

Anyone watching the video was now taken by the man’s cock. The thin and almost frail looking man was nowhere nearly as muscled or good looking as the boy, but his dick was huge, a monster cock of maybe 11 inches, maybe 12, and thick as a beer can. The man sometimes said his fat dick was the reason his sexual appetite was so big too, and his ingeniousness made it possible to live his dreams.

“I draped my fat cock head over the rim of the glass and relaxed. A heavy spray of strong yellow piss shot into the glass. I filled the glass to the very top. Then I set it on the nightstand and sat on the bed next to Jimmy. I put a straw into the glass and helped it to the boys lips.

“Here Baby, drink your morning juice. “ At first I’d had to use the cattle prod, but now he drank like a good little boy. I find that with the right stimulation, a teenage boy can get used to anything. He drank down all the piss.

“Do you need anything, honey?” I asked him. He moved his full lips but no sound came out. His voice was mostly gone from screaming so much. I sat down by his spread legs and reached beneath that gorgeous ass, allowing my hands to stroke the perfect ass cheeks first, and pulled down his fat teenage prick and full young balls to fully display it. I couldn’t have his cock be hidden under the boy, it needed to be proudly displayed, stretched down between his spread legs, laying on the clean white bedspread. It felt good to fondle his fat dick. The kid had a large piss hole, so his cum shots were quite impressive.

When the kid had a nice fat hardon, I untied his feet and flipped him over onto his back, then pulled his legs up and retied them, bent at the knee and spread against his chest. Now he was spread open like a two bit whore waiting to be fucked. A real cute sight in a sixteen year old jock boy. This fully revealed his huge scrotum and thick hard prick to my gaze. Each time I saw it, it amazed me. It was fucking perfect.

“Saw your girlfriend on the news last night. She was sobbing and begging the kidnappers to return you safely. I had to laugh Jimmy. She said she loved you and would always love you. But shit, kid, you know how horny hot little cunts of fifteen get. She’s probably getting dicked by your best buddy already.”

Jimmy on screen whimpered. The flat screen showed a crystal clear picture, actually much too good for a film made off a VHS-videotape made years ago. The Headmasters visitor never realized how good the quality was, since he was mesmerized by the boy on screen.

The Headmaster allowed himself a little, malicious smile, as he said in a fake thoughtful voice:

“Oh yes, it is nasty what that man did to that beautiful, innocent boy. The boy even reminds me of someone I saw not too long ago. If I only would remember, who.”

He trailed off, leaving a little nagging thought in the visitors mind. Mr. Smyth did not tell the man that the video had been carefully and masterfully restored by the best people in the film industry. The same people that produced the hardcore porn the school sold in the Darknet, films showing actual students in actual training sessions at school.

The man never fully realized that the boys facial features reminded him of his own son, the boy in question to be enrolled here at the School, but also of his younger son, a nephew, and even a sexy pool boy and several friends of his sons. Some light drugs, administered masterfully during lunch and with a few drinks, had opened his mind to the subliminal massages embedded in the film. By now the man was already eager to sign papers to enroll his handsome son, sign hefty checks to pay for his tuition, and he would have signed his younger son and all the other boys in as well, if the Headmaster only asked.

But the Headmaster did not ask yet, he had too much fun to watch the film again, watch the proud Dad of a soon to be enrolled new piece of meat for the student body squirm in his seat while watching all the unspeakable things that were done to the boy on screen.

Mr. John Smith’s voice again started to narrate:

“I played with his big hairless nuts. They hadn’t been hairless when the boy had joined me. No no, I told you, this kid was leaking man juice. NO, I had permanently removed all his ball and crotch and tummy and armpit and asshole hair, until now he was smooth as a five year old. It somehow made his dick and balls look even larger.”

The original soundtrack could be heard: “What’s her name, Samantha? Well Jimmy, do you suppose Samantha is sucking some new teenage dick already? I’d bet on it. After all you’ve been with me a week.”

The man watching the screen did not even realize the man on screen had used the name of a girl his son used to date last summer. It was all a well planned charade to pull the prey into the spiders net.

He listened to the soundtrack, by now the voice of the tormentor mixed with sounds the boy made as the mans’ s hands worked him, softly, but with efficiency.

“That’s the trouble with cunts ... they need cock so badly, they can’t control themselves. But you know that don’t you? I’ll bet they’d slobber over this big beautiful prick of yours. This afternoon, I’m going to suck that big fat dick real nice for you. And you can give me a nice big load of boy sauce. But now, lets get your ass cleaned out. Let me just get this soap water into your rectum. You have a beautiful pink rectum. Really hot, Jimmy. Oh, your parents were on TV again too last night. Jesus, you’d think you were the only story in the news. They pleaded for your safe return, and I wanted to telephone them. I wanted to say, ‘Hey you suburban fuck ups, the boy is fine. He’s safe. And like I promised him, if he does everything I ask and obeys real good, barring any unforeseen accidents, he will be returned to you in perfect health, once our little project is finished. Oh stop crying for heaven’s sake. Sixteen year old jock’s don’t cry.”

The screen showed the man efficiently put a rubber sheet over the mattress, right by the boys ass. He had shoved a hose into the boys ass, and filled him slowly but surely with a cleaning solution.

The man watching was again on the edge of the seat, and the tent in his expensive trousers showed a dark tip. He had not even realized that the boy on screen was named Jimmy, sounding similar to his sons name, Jeremy. The Headmaster waited for the moment the man on screen would use the name Jeremy, as prepared, and the Headmaster was eager to see how the man in his office would react.