Chapter 8: A School of Performing Arts : Brodie Models for Art Class (2)

Headmaster Smyth watched with pride as the attendees of the art class showed so much interest in the model, taking turns to work with the strapping young man who had been pointed out to volunteer for today’s class.

Smyth knew that the artists, as well painters as photographers and videographers, took great pride and invested a huge amount of time and effort, and last but not least money into their profession, and therefore the model should do his best.

He quietly talked to the teacher, Mr. Vernier, about the stool itself, and then he whispered the model Brodie something into his ear.

The audience could see the boy perked up, revived by some important piece of information the Headmaster had given him. Only one of the attendees had been near enough to hear what the headmaster said:

“Oh Brodie, you are truly a magnificent specimen of young male perfection. It is so good to work with you. What do you think would benefit you the most?” The man listened in and even though had really tried to hear all the headmaster said. He saw the boy’s eyes went wide, and he struggled without thinking, while his lips quivered a little. The man heard the Headmaster say in a cheerful voice: “ Do you think a lump of lead has a greater effect when dropped into the bucket form higher up?”

All the artists in the room perked up from their paintings or the files on their computer, as they heard a sound of lead dropped into the bucket, and a blood churning scream of the muscled boy.

A videographer had aimed three cameras on tripods on the boy, and he captured the perfect angle and set up the perfect lighting to film the perfect shot. Brodie screamed as his nuts were painfully pulled down, his head shot up, his eyes got wide as he opened his mouth to scream, and right after the scream he passed out.

The Headmaster chuckled nasty: “ Now we know it. The higher, the more effective!”

He turned to the teacher, while several men watched moaning, in the afterglow of several sudden cum shots. The scene was almost surreal, a passed out, muscular, beautiful boy tied up on a school with a thick dildo in his ass that held him in place, with a heavy bucket pulling down his testicles so hard that they seemed almost see through, and his still hard, heavy and succulent looking cock.

The audience watched Mr. Vernier push a few buttons and set some dials, and a low hum showed the machine was starting to work. The teacher had demonstrated the retractable dildo to the men and the pupil, and he had explained the ingenuity of his invention. The dildo was silver and black. The silver parts were made of solid stainless steel, formed like a rib cage of sorts. Inside the silver rings was a second part, made of the black rubber, an inflatable dildo of sorts, able to stretch the metal cage and make the dildo expand, while ribs were pushed out to make the experience even more intense as the rippling friction almost felt to a boy as his insides were torn apart and ripped into pieces. In the end the dildo would be 12 inches long, protruding and retracting all the way in and out of the seat and into a boy’s tight ass. The diameter was at least a solid 2 inches, but could expand to 3 inches of beer can thickness, and up too an almost impossible 4 inches, a diameter making the fuck feel like a hard and powerful fisting. This all was easily controlled by simple levers and dials on the stools side, easy to reach for an operator, but impossibly for the performer that rode the “Impaler” as Mr. Vernier had called his merciless invention.

The “Impaler “ still worked the boy’s ass, and a grunting and moaning Brodie opened his eyes again, just as the Headmaster showed the audience what setting he had chosen. Brodie heard the man say: “ Only 10 inches, but 3 inches wide”.

One of the men lifted the boys head by a finger under his chin, and grinned nasty as he said: “ Lets have some fun” while he also dropped a lug of lead into the bucket. Brodie struggled again and screamed, but he was already hoarse. The man played sadistically with his victim as he pretended not to hear what the boy said, and dropped another lug in the bucket between the jocks legs. Brodie almost passed out again, and the man ended the charade of the “Art class” as he openly asked: “ Mr. Vernier, do you have nipple clamps and sounds?”

The Headmaster smiled reverently but fake as he asked the audience: “ Is anyone interested in an extra class, facultative?” And as one man chuckled: “ At additional costs?” the Headmaster answers: “ At least at Brodie’s”

The men all were in, and the boy now was in the center of interest again. To ad some extra spice, the men hooked up the boy’s arms high over his head, and his nipples were worked with tight alligator clamps and weights, pumped up with cute little pumps, and his dick was sucked, jerked, whipped and and electrocuted following the men’s free imagination. One hour of torment was almost enough for the boy’s mind to break, for his brain to overload, but the Headmaster was there and supervised the fun. He was following the detailed plan of Brodie’s Uncle Brett, and sessions like this were not only raking in much money, but toyed with the boys sanity. His Uncle wanted to break the boy and rebuilt him, and the men helping him the reach the goal were also willing to pay for their sensations.

Brodie’s dick had been milked till he came dry, his ass was worked by the stool and, in the end, by real cocks and fists. Brodie was a fucked up rag doll as the men were done. He was shining in his own sweat and a nice layer of cum, since every man had shot either inside the boy’s ass or mouth, or covered his perfect body.

They simply followed their most carnal instincts.

The staff cleaned the passed out boy up, flushing his ass out and hosing him down with cold water till he grunted and woke up again. It was an open secret that the staff fucked the boys merciless, and the weak muscled jock was fucked two more times before he was back in his bed.

Brodie’s Uncle Brett had watched the session online. His company had installed the various perfectly hidden high quality security cameras that were all over the school, and in rooms like the one were the art class was held they had several cameras to cover each angle, to zoom in, and even to do slow motion and still pic shots.

He was in Somalia again, were his company Greystone Diamond Security Services provided useful services to the local military. To watch Brodie was very arousing, and would help Uncle Brett while he was performing a task he was doing so well. The government had outsourced gaining vital information about the rebels to Greystone Diamond, and for a hefty payment the Company not only chased rebels down, but also interrogated them and compiled the information to present useful reports.

Brett Greystone was, in short, the leader of a group of most effective mercenary unit, highly paid and well known for its cruelty and mercilessness. Some sounded like exaggerated, but if a young, virile soldier ended up in a cage of Greystone, the answers came quick, and the footage of his treatment would be later sold to high bidding perverts all over the world, using channels on the dark net that could not be traced.