SPECIAL SCHOOL

Feature Writer: Unknown
Feature Title: Special School
Story Codes: Gay, Pedo, Pretty Boys / Suggestions of Torture, Castration, Death

 

Special School

He would be the most pretty boy in that special school. Twelve year-old and the most beautiful boy from all the class-rooms. Look at his face. Do you see his puffy lips? Do you see the moisture at his mouth? Do you see that trace of saliva? His saliva is the sweetest in the world. If I hadn’t been at his back fucking him, I would be at his front with my arms surrounding his neck and my lips glued at his mouth. Look at his semi closed eyes. He is dreaming about unknown pleasures. That kind of pleasures I whisper at his ear.

First, some words about this special school. It’s a school only for boys. Only for pretty boys. When a boy’s parents want to inscribe him at that school, they must wait until there are vacant places, because there are thousands and thousands of families that want their boys be admitted there. But only the most pretty boys can be admitted. When an inscription is made and the pretty boy is admitted, his parents must deposit a very large sum of money at the bank in order to cover all the expenses since that moment and until the boy’s execution, always before he’s 15. In that special school there are only the most beautiful boys in the world, from 10 to 14 years old. No one reaches his 15th birthday, as it’s said in the contract.

In that special school, all the boys are always stark naked and since their first day until their last they are instructed in order to increase their masochistic tendencies and in the multiple ways they can obtain pleasure from the pain, and the ways that their pain can be pleasurable for the old men. They also learn thousands of ways to give pleasure to the men. During their years of instruction they are tortured and fucked daily and associate pain with pleasure, torture with sexual ecstasy, and death with the most powerful orgasm in the world. So, they are always anxious to be tortured until death, in order to experiment the strongest pleasure possible.

All the staff, teachers and instructors are male. Old male, Old, nasty, wicked, pervert and ugly men. In that way boys deliver themselves to be tortured by the old men, as a form of added pleasure. The contrast between their beauty and the ugliness of the torturers makes boys to look and feel better. All the walls in the school are decorated with paintings representing pretty naked boys being fucked, tortured and killed by demons, so the pupils know since the first moment which will be their end.

Of course they often stand before a picture fondling their erect cocks. This is a punishable offense. When a staff member spies a boy pulling on his hairless cock while looking at a picture on the wall he pulls him into the nearest punishment room.

“So, you little runt, you like that picture of a boy having his cock skinned alive? I am going to boil some water and when it is boiling, you will dip the tip of your soft cock into the water for a full 3 seconds.”

“Yes sir, but my cock is so hard, how can I dip it?”

“Not my problem. There are a number of sharp or rusty tools here, you can play with them until you cum and get soft. Of course you’ll be punished for cumming. If you’re still too hard for dipping your cock tip we’ll just pour boiling water all over your cock and balls.”

“Yes Sir, thank you Sir.”

Many boys get caught on purpose and they boast of their punishments later in the dorms.

“Look, old Rubber Lips drove a red hot nail up my pee hole!”

Every year all the boys must renew their promise to be volunteers there and to choose freely the moment of their death by execution. Their death must be always an spectacle for the other boys to learn the ultimate pleasure: Giving his own life, his own soul, to give pleasure to his executioner and to the audience. Very rarely a boy reaches his 14th birthday. Before this, he has chosen to be killed under torture in a form to give pleasure to the old men and a form to open for him the Hell’s doors.

There is a basement in that school. And hundreds of endless galleries in that basement. There are exposed for all to see the naked corpses of the killed boys, under a constant humidity and temperature to prevent their meat decayment. When a pupil feels insecure about to renew or not his promise, he is locked in those galleries in order to masturbate in front of his preferred corpses until he feels better. In some nights, very secretly, the staff permit that a few of the very rich of the parents, in exchange of a large sum of money, can visit those catacombs. Fathers and mothers, there, can spend the entire night masturbating in front of their preferred bodies. Perhaps in front of their own dead pretty naked son.

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I whisper to him:

– Oh, my love, your ass is so tight, you’ve learned very well the manner of contract your rectum in order to give pleasure to the man who is fucking you… to the man who is preparing your own debauching, your delicious death…

– Oh, please, wait a moment… It’s so big the pleasure I feel in this very moment… Please, Sir, tweak and twist my tortured nipples to give me more pleasure, but please don’ tell me about that delicious death of me… please, Sir, I’m so horny now… please, don’t talk about my death yet…

– Oh but yes! I can talk about what I want! And you know that some day you’ll be tortured to death, right?

– Yes but first I will have to sign that contract, you know, saying ‘Tonight I will be the star performer in the Execution Show” or something like that… I do not feel ready yet… It is so good here, being punished and ass-fucked every day!

– But you know it cannot last forever! So let me make it even better for you while it lasts. Listen to me my love… while I fuck your tight rectum and play with a lit cigarette around your long stiff nipples.

– Oh yes! My nipples are so long… because I stretch them every day with pliers… thinking of the day they will be cut off… I’m listening, you are so deliciously evil!

– Tell me, little one. You took part in yesterday’s show. What did you feel on climbing upon the stage?

– Aah! Yes, please burn me again and again on the very tip… Oh Sir, yesterday I was so excited as I saw the three nooses dangling over the stage! I love slow hangings! And the three sentenced boys were so pretty!

– Would you have liked to be in their place? Remember, their cocks were so hard during the preliminary tortures and the hanging!

– Y-y-yes, but… I’m still too afraid! But I was so excited to take part in the earlier fun! Like, when all ten boys on the stage had our butts whipped to the blood, then we had to butt-fuck each other while the red-hot irons for the sentenced boys were heated! I was fucked by one of them and he came, because he told me he wanted to be burned on a limp cock!

– Now imagine, love… if you had seen the nooses, and NOT KNOWN if it was for you or not! Or imagine… when I take your cock, like that, and insert it into that vise, like that… you know I will only crush it painfully… But if you did not know that? If I had the right to flatten it to a pulp? Imagine the delicious anguish!!!

– Oh yes yes, crush my cock and balls!!! Oohhh it feels so good! You mean, if I knew that, at any time, you could castrate me and execute me? Oohh! Yes! I understand! The exquisite fright!

– Just imagine again… Five boys climb on the stage and see three impaling stakes… You are one of them… And you know you are expendable; maybe tonight, maybe not tonight! How would you feel?

– Oh yes!!! I see it! I’d be so excited thinking I would MAYBE be impaled! By my tiny asshole… so deep! I would not know if the sentence is already passed… or if the four other boys and me have to go through some contest, to see who will be sitting on the spikes at the end of the night!

– So you see? That is the OTHER kind of contract… No fixed day… The lucky boys who are allowed to sign it live the rest of their lives in the most delicious anguish! When they put their cocks into a punishment box they do not know if they will get it back! At any time they can be sent to train for some interesting new kind of execution! I know boys who have been trained to perform on the impalement spike, on the burning stake, at the skinning post, to feed their own cocks to hungry dogs… They would perform deliciously but they still don’t know when, or how, it will happen!

– Yess! I want to be like them! Oh please fuck me harder! Oh thank you for explaining it to me!

– And you will sign the contract? The contract by which you give your body to the school, and your soul to the Hell? Your body to be exposed and watched for all to see…

– Yes, yes… continue, please… I’m so fucking horny…! OOOHHHH….!!! YES! YES! PLEASE! Give me the contract, please! I will sign freely to be tortured to DEATH at any time you like. Please! I’m cumming!!!!!!!

– Thank you for your signature little one… We needed somebody for today’s skinning show.

– Oh you tricked me! You’re so wicked… Please let me kiss your mouth, you old monster.

– That’s a good boy. You are such a good kisser. I’ll tell them to skin you hanging from your pretty cock… with the noose just under the cock tip, which will be well strangled above your well stretched penis… it will be peeled last. And you will stay alive and conscious till the end, as you will hang upside down. I think I will remove your areolas myself.

– Yummm… slurrpp… slrrpp.

THE END