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Dan watched as The Young Gentleman’s Academy let out for the summer, six of the school’s seven students rushing toward the parking lot with happy smiles and excited chatter. It reminded him of his own youth and the official end of the school year; endless possibilities and fun in the sun. Ah, how he missed those days.
Being finished with school for the next three months had been all his son Bailey had talked about and Dan, being a single father, had done his best to plan a wonderful break for his boy to celebrate the youngster moving on to third grade. He would again be attending a normal school next year – the same school he had attended for kindergarten and first grade before Dan pulled Bailey out to spend a year at TYGA – and Dan wondered if the lessons Bailey learned at TYGA would stick. He knew… that Bailey had not had a very successful year and, though Dan had sent his son to the very expensive and very… private school in September filled with hope that the school would help bring him and his son closer, the following months - and the notes home from the teacher – suggested that Dan had likely wasted his money and Bailey’s time.
Speaking of Bailey, Dan thought to himself as he looked around for his child.
“Mr. Dan!” one of the other little boys called out and Dan looked over at the waiving boy. “Bailey’s still in the classroom with Mr. Bugner. Mr. Bugner told me to tell you he wants to talk to you!”
“Thank you, Charlie!” Dan called back, waving at the boy and his father before heading toward the classroom. This… couldn’t be good.
“Ah, Dan!” Mr. Bugner said as Dan stepped through the door. “Charlie delivered the message?”
“He did, Mr. B,” Dan said as he shook the portly middle-aged teacher’s hand. “Uh… where’s Bailey?”
“Hanging around here somewhere,” the teacher said with a grin. “Can we speak?”
“Of course,” Dan responded, feeling like his initial instinct was correct. This wasn’t going to be a good talk. “What’s up?”
“Dan,” Mr. Bugner began before sighing. “I want to talk to you about Bailey.”
“Ok,” Dan responded.
“Bailey’s a great kid. Funny. Big personality. Smart. Cute as a button.”
“I hear a ‘but’ coming,” Dan said with a slightly nervous smile.
“But… I failed him. Bailey didn’t pass my class.”
“I sorry?” Dan asked, confused. “What do you mean?”
Mr. Buger put one finger up and pointed to a row of student lockers. When Dan looked over, Mr. Bugner tapped a button on his desk and Bailey’s locker suddenly became translucent. There, hanging in a relatively complex array of bondage equipment, was Bailey. The seven-year-old was twisting a bit – this way and that – while a vibrating wand buzzed centimeters from his flaccid little cock and a dildo above him pressed awkwardly against the boy’s cheek. Another dildo was rutting slowly against the boy’s leg from below. “What I mean is that I was unable to teach Bailey the skills he needed to officially pass the program here at TYGA. I failed.”
Dan looked over at Mr. Bugner. “Um… Ok.”
“The final exam this year was for each student to do the locker challenge and they were given all day to accomplish their three tasks.
First, they were supposed to have three boygasms thanks to the vibrating wand. This was to test their sensitivity. All they needed to do was press their little boyclits against it and get off. Easy.
Second, each boy was supposed to swallow the dildo above them down to the balls and keep it there for half an hour. This was supposed to test their ability to deep throat. Again, easy.
Lastly, the students were supposed to lift themselves up and onto the dildo below them. Once seated, they just needed to give me the signal and I would turn it onto high gear. They needed to ride those eight inches for thirty minutes – analgasms encouraged but optional – and they would be done. Again, easy.
The other six students in my class were done by 10am and spent the rest of the day playing games, watching movies, and celebrating their graduation.”
“Class starts at 9am,” Dan said, thinking through the problem.
“My point exactly. The purpose of a TYGA education is to turn a boy into an absolute boyslut. Every one of those kids you passed on the way in here is going to go home tonight and make sweet nasty love to their daddies. It’s why men like you send us your sons for their second-grade experience. What do you think Bailey is going to do tonight?”
Dan frowned and sighed. “Probably stay in his room and read non-pornographic books.”
“And if you went in there and told him to blow you? Or eat your ass? Or that you wanted to fuck him?” Mr. Bugner smiled sadly.
“He’d throw a fit,” Dan admitted shamefully.
“Dan, what have I told you all year long?”
“That without a daddy doing his part, his boy is never going to get broken in properly.”
“Exactly. Look,” Mr. Bugner said, pointing again to Bailey. “No boygasms on the wand. Didn’t even suck in the tip of the mouth dildo. Didn’t mount the fuck dildo. All day that boy had the opportunity but had zero interest.”
“I get it,” Dan said, hanging his head. “I just hate making him do things, you know. Even when I do get my cock up his backside at home, after a full-on temper tantrum, the fuck is always pretty lousy. I had hoped you might...”
“Dan, I’ve done everything I could. I can force Bailey to swallow all seven inches of my cock. I’ve fucked him balls-deep plenty of times. Does he suck willingly? No. Does he open his ass up enthusiastically? No. Dan, I have never seen your son cum. Have you?”
Dan sighed again. “No, I haven’t. Even when I’ve sucked his little dink. It barely gets hard”
“Same here,” Mr. Bugner admitted. “Boy has never had a drygasm, let alone an analgasm. No cummies for Bailey, the other students liked to whisper. Dan, I had each one of those kids cumming their brains out by the end of October. They became total kiddie-nut addicts. Your boy? Nada.”
“I guess it just isn’t meant to be,” Dan said as he looked over at his son. The cute little guy looked bored out of his mind.
“Well… not necessarily,” Mr. Bugner said.
“I, ugh, can’t afford to hold him back. Just this year nearly bankrupted me,” Dan said with a shrug.
“We don’t hold boys back here, Dan,” Mr. Bugner responded. “We’ve never had to. Every boy graduates. Every one of them becomes a cock-hungry boycunt between first and third grade. Everyone… but Bailey. But we have a proposal for you.”
“A proposal?”
“We pride ourselves on our reputation and Bailey is a bit of a blemish. As such, we want to – without any cost to you – send him to the Professor for Summer School.”
“Summer School?” Dan asked, suddenly hopeful.
“Dan, the fellow that we want to send Bailey to is the best. The absolute best. Your son is going to come home at the end of the summer, if you authorize this of course, and the first thing he is going to do is want to have an all-night marathon with you. He’s going to be begging you to fill up all his holes and give him his cummies. He’ll be the biggest slut you’ve ever seen. Twelve weeks is all it takes. The Professor will host him, of course, and you’ll see results in—“
“Wait,” Dan interrupted, though he felt himself chub up at the thought of an enthusiastic Bailey. “Host him?”
“Yes, this is a summer-long program that includes room and board. Your son is going to be the only one in Summer School so he will have the full attention of the Professor. Bailey needs this, Dan. You lose your son for a summer but you gain a trained and talented fuckslut for life.”
“And Bailey will finally learn to love sex…” Dan said to himself, nodding.
“Well…” Mr. Bugner said with a slight shrug and an exaggerated smile.
Dan frowned. “Bailey will come back eager for sex, right?”
“Not… really,” Mr. Bugner said. “TYGA trains boys to love sex but it didn’t work for your son. Bailey is never going to be like those other boys – enthusiastic in his degradation and loving his life as an oversexed boyslut.”
“So what then?” Dan said in confusion.
“The Professor is going to make Bailey so fearful of being sent to a future Summer School, he’s going to do everything to please you just to avoid that ever being a possibility.”
“He’s gonna hurt Bailey?” Dan asked in alarm. He loved his son. He didn’t want the boy injured.
“Oh, no. Definitely not. Pain, despite what people may think, is not a good motivator.” Dan looked at Mr. Bugner in confusion. The man smiled. “Pleasure, Dan. The Professor is going to absolutely break your boy’s mind with pleasure. Bailey is going to become so afraid of the pleasure the Professor can force him to endure, he is going to do anything to avoid it. He’s going to learn all the things he was supposed to learn in my class – and more, if I’m being honest – simply to forestall the crazy soul-shattering kiddie-cums waiting for him if he fails.”
Dan looked over at his son once more, the seven-year-old blowing air up at his bangs and trying to touch his nose to his tongue. Then Dan reached down and felt his fully erect cock oozing into his pants at Mr. Bugner’s words. “Where do I sign?”
XXX
Dan sat at the kitchen table and looked out at the rising sun. It was Saturday, nearly seven in the morning, and his cup of coffee tasted better than it had all summer. Bailey was coming home that afternoon, after twelve weeks away, and Dan couldn’t be more excited. He missed his boy terribly. The two of them had never been separated for so long and part of Dan wondered if this would be how he would feel in a few short years when his son went off to college. He frowned, not liking that thought. What made this reunion particularly exciting was that Dan hadn’t seen or heard from his son or the Professor during the entire summer. Zero contact – exactly as Mr. Bugner had described when Dan was signing permission for Summer School.
The other reason Dan was so excited was that, if Mr. Bugner was to be believed, Bailey would come home and immediately jump his bones. Missing his son’s eighth birthday a month ago was hard but knowing that his boy would walk through the front door as the little boyslut Dan had wanted him to be when he had enrolled the child in TYGA a year earlier made Dan’s cock twitch in his pants. Bailey was to start third grade at his old elementary school in a few days – perhaps, Dan considered, he would call Bailey in sick for the first week or two in order to maximize their time together?
The sound of mail sliding through the mail slot and hitting the floor near the front door startled Dan out of his musing so the man stood, stretched, and proceeded to gather up the inevitable bills and advertisements. Nothing good ever came in the mail. As he settled the various letters and things on the kitchen counter, though, something caught his eye. An envelope with a small bulge within. He opened it.
Play Me the small note card read and Dan frowned at the USB drive taped below the writing. Shrugging, Dan proceeded to his office and sat down in his comfortable work chair. A moment later, the USB drive was plugged into his disposable porn laptop and opened. One file existed – a video file. Dan put his earphones in, tapped the video, and watched as it expanded to take over the screen.
Words appeared.
Hello Daddy. This is the Professor. I’m sending you this video so that you can get caught up on your son’s progress from this summer. Consider this his… report card.
An image began to materialize in the center of the screen but it took a moment for Dan to realize what he was seeing. A room, filled with darkness and shadows, surrounded a singular point of light that was shining down on his little boy. Bailey was nude and stretched out on a soft-looking mattress, his legs and arms disappearing into the gloom and unseen thanks to the unique lighting. “Daddy!” Bailey hollered. “Daddy! Help! I’m with a bad man! Daddy! Please!”
Writing appeared below, clearly overlayed on the image and positioned not to obstruct the view.
I reviewed Mr. Bugner’s notes on Bailey and I promise you, Daddy, that I am going to give your boy the education he deserves. The first thing I need to do, though, is teach his body how to cum. Bailey’s former teacher is good at what he does, I know, but breaking a boy’s resistance to orgasm can be a tricky thing. I suspect that all those months of trying by you and Mr. Bugner actually proved counter-productive as it desensitized Bailey’s body and reinforced his physical resistance. Luckily, I know how to tear down that resistance.
“Daddy! I’m scared! Please!!!” Bailey yelled and Dan could see the fear in his eyes. Dan’s cock became stiff under his robe.
A figure appeared out of the gloom, a large black body made of muscles and sharp angles. The man’s face was nondescript but his cock, which was massive, was quite the sight. It caused Dan to gulp. Though soft and flaccid, much like Bailey’s own, the thing had to be ten inches when hard and Dan found himself wondering if that thing would end up inside of his son. Bailey’d be in for one hell of a ride if it did. The man pulled a bottle of lube from somewhere, coated his hands, and reached toward Bailey’s little worm.
Once a boy experiences his first cum, Daddy, he’s unable to resist future orgasms. The body, you see, wants to climax so getting Bailey to have his very first crazy powerful drygasm is essential. Then we can get to work.
The man began stroking Bailey’s cocklett seductively, running his hands along the soft noodle slowly and methodically. Bailey kept complaining but Dan tuned him out, mesmerized by the Professor’s technique. Up and down, across the base, around the tip. The boy’s soft member chubbed up slightly after a minute or so and Dan soon found himself settling back and getting comfortable. He’d played with his son’s cock plenty and all he could ever do was get it to be half erect. If this man could make something else happen, Dan would love to see how.
Your boy was hanging in his school locker only three hours ago, Daddy, and he’s only been down in my dungeon for the past thirty minutes. I suspect that this will take some time but, rest assured, it’s going to be worth it. I may jump forward by minutes or hours or days in order to show you the highlights of your son’s summer but I can promise you that you won’t be disappointed.
The screen went black and something new appeared.
Bailey wasn’t complaining anymore, his face pouty now as he wriggled slightly against the bonds that must have been holding him in place. The Professor was near his head, his massive cock inches from Bailey’s ear, and was focused on stroking and twisting Bailey’s nipples. The boy was covered in a thin sheen of something, Dan suspecting it was a bit of boy sweat and a lot of lube. Bailey was not fully hard but was certainly stiffer than Dan had ever seen.
The screen went black and something new appeared.
The sound of slight moans echoed through the headphones and Dan watched as talented black hands slid firmly over his son’s chest and belly, the boy practically purring at the deep massage he was receiving. His boyhood was ignored but still, remarkably, half-hard and Dan watched for several seconds as the man continued to give his son a slow and delightful rub-down.
The screen went black and something new appeared.
“Ahh! AHH! Stop! NO! STOP! AHH!” Bailey was squealing, fighting in his bindings like a rabid animal. His legs had been shifted so that his knees and feet were under the light as well, a complex system of ropes and straps keeping him still as he struggled. The Professor’s hands were a blur. One, Dan noted, was busy stroking his son’s now erect kiddie-dick while the other continued to shift between tickling his boy’s soles and armpits. Bailey was quite ticklish, of course, and Dan almost never tickled the boy as doing so would inevitably cause the child to get angry and lead to a temper tantrum. Bladder control was also a problem if Bailey was getting tickled.
That thought had no more crossed Dan’s mind than Bailey let out a humiliated yowl and began to piss all over himself, the Professor releasing his little cock to use the now free hand to direct the stream up and into Bailey’s face. The tickling continued, though, as Bailey yelled angrily and cried enthusiastically while he was forced to endure the worst tickling he’d ever experienced.
The screen went black and something new appeared.
“Uhhh... Uhhh… Ohh… No… Uhh…” Bailey was moaning, the deep and throaty sound unlike anything Dan had ever heard his boy produce. It was needy and filled with lust, though confusion and resistance still dripped from every syllable. The boy, hands disappearing above his head and legs disappearing below, was stock-still and was craning his neck up from the mattress to look down at his boydick, the ultra-stiff tool barely visible within the Professor’s methodical and eager hands. The slick lily-white flesh of Bailey’s cock contrasted noticeably with the Professor's pitch-black hands and Dan couldn’t help but be impressed with the talent the man showed at masturbating a small member like Bailey’s. He held it at the root with one hand, angling the prick up so that he could use his other hand – slick and tight – to slide up and down the pink mushroom head and pale unblemished shaft.
“Say it,” the man’s deep baritone voice said. Bailey shook his head, eyes still focused on what was being done to his dick. “Say it,” the man repeated and Dan felt a tingle shoot up his spine. The Professor’s voice was rough and authoritative and controlling. Again, though, Bailey shook his head. “Make me cum, Professor. Say it.”
“Noooooughhhhhhh,” Bailey whimpered, his high-pitched boyish voice filled with stress and confusion.
The hands shifted, then, and the Professor’s palm suddenly attacked Bailey’s exposed and defenseless cockhead, grinding into it aggressively and without regard for the extreme sensitivity that must have shot through Bailey’s body. The boy screamed but the hand continued its torture, twisting this way and that as it focused all its attention on the moist helmet. Then the other hand came up and began flicking its middle finger right into Bailey’s frenulum while the other hand used a fingernail to prick at the boy’s piss slit. Bailey went wild, throwing his head back and screaming. “NOOOOAHAHAHAAHUGHHHH!!! STOPPPPDDADDDDYYYYNNNOOOOOO!!!!!”
“SAY IT!” the voice bellowed. He didn’t have to issue the order twice.
“MAKE ME CUM PROFESSOR! OHHH!!! MAKE ME CUM!!!!”
The hands flew back to their original positions, with one keeping the boy’s prick angled straight up and the other jacking it at lightning speed. Bailey’s head shot forward as his gaze locked back onto his cock, eyes going wide and face contorting in a deep frown of confusion and horror.
It’s almost five in the morning, Daddy, and we’ve been at this nonstop for almost nine hours. You boy put up a good fight but steady manipulations and a commitment to continue until he gave up his first gasm is all it takes to make a boy, even one as stubborn as him, pop.
Covered in snot and with hair matted down with sweat, Bailey’s anguished face shifted to glassy-eyed incredulity before he opened his mouth wide and let out a strangled moan. “OGUHHHHHHHH!!!” he wailed as all the breath was knocked out of him and he began to violently shake and buck into the man’s grip.
“Cum for me, boy! CUM FOR ME!” the man demanded and Bailey obliged, the brutal drygasm causing the seven-year-old to seize and shudder as he was overwhelmed by pleasure. His stomach became unimaginably concave as his chin was pressed into his chest and the boy’s throaty howl of ecstasy echoed on and on. “That’s it! CUM! CUM HARD!”
Seconds ticked by before Bailey suddenly threw his head back and inhaled sharply, his body spasming as lungs gulped for air. Then he let out a shriek, his climax not nearly done and his body riding out the tsunami of pleasure. The Professor didn’t slow down his ministrations, forcing the boy to ride out his every moment of the terrifying boygasm.
“AHHHHHUGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! DADDDDDDDDDYYYY!!!!!!!!”
The screen went black.
“Holy shit,” Dan whispered, his throbbing cock belching out precum as he moved his robe aside and started stroking himself slowly. After a year of failed attempts, his boy had finally experienced his first drycum. “Hope you enjoyed it, little buddy,” Dan murmured, “cuz I suspect that is the first of many.”
Light once more appeared on screen and Dan watched as Bailey materialized with it. The boy, still stretched out on the mattress, looked to be asleep. His immature tool was soft and Dan thought he could see the rhythmic up and down of his son’s little chest. Writing faded into existence.
Your boy has been asleep for about twelve hours, exhausted from his very first boygasm. As you saw, it was a glorious eruption and one that I know he is going to remember for the rest of his life. You’re welcome. Now that he’s experienced his first nut, all future nuts will come much easier. In fact, at his age and with the right tools and experience, one can make him cum damn near repeatedly moving forward. Again, you’re welcome.
I’m going to wake him in moments, give him a chance to spend an hour as a normal kid – eating, using the restroom, stretching his legs – and then we are going to come back down here for round two. See you soon.
The screen went black and something new appeared.
Bailey was back on the mattress but things looked pretty different to Dan. The camera had been moved so that Bailey now faced it and this new perspective gave Dan a chance to really let his eyes roam over the entirety of his boy. The bedding itself was tilted at a forty-five-degree angle and Bailey’s knees were bent upward towards his shoulders and kept wide thanks to some sturdy-looking nylon straps. The boy was only seven, of course, so his body was pretty damn flexible and Dan noted that Bailey didn’t look particularly uncomfortable with his new position despite the fact that his small cock and, more importantly, hairless little pucker were on complete display. Bailey looked pissed, though, and Dan could see he was on the verge of a major meltdown. His pink hole, tight despite it being previously plundered, winked slightly as the boy began shouting.
“I don’t wanna!” Bailey yelled. “Let me down! I’m gonna tell my Daddy that you are doing this! He’s gonna be so mad! Let me down RIGHT NOW!”
It was a bit of a struggle getting your boy into position, Daddy. You certainly raised a little spitfire. That said, this position is necessary for him to experience his second lesson. Specifically, Bailey needs to learn how to cum from his ass.
“Oh shit,” Dan muttered, stroking himself slightly faster. He’d seen his boy's hole plenty of times – having eaten it out and fucked it over the preceding months – but Bailey had, unfortunately, never shown the slightest bit of interest in anal play. Was that about to change, Dan wondered? He hoped so.
I know that Mr. Bugner sent home various informational packets to all the parents during the first part of the year that explained how sensitive a boy’s backside can be. From his smooth asslips to the tight walls of his boycunny to his immature little fucknut, a boy can experience amazing sensations within his hole and can, if properly motivated, have orgasms from those places that are just as strong – if not stronger – than those that his little pee pee can provide. It takes dedication to turn a boy's shitter into a boycunt, though, and the fact that Bailey doesn’t already know what an analgasm feels like suggests that the dedication to this transformation didn’t take place during the past year. It’s alright, though. I know the secrets to this type of transmutation.
The Professor appeared out of the shadows and settled himself down in front of the still-protesting Bailey, though the angle of the camera was such that Dan was only able to see the back of the man’s head. Bailey scowled down at him. “No! Don’t touch my butt! I don’t want—OH! WAIT! STOP!” Bailey squinted and shook his head as the Professor pulled the boy’s ass cheeks apart and dove in. “ITS GROSS! PLEASE STOP! UGH! NO!”
The screen went black and something new appeared
Bailey’s head was lolling to the side and the boy looked out of it. He was panting relatively hard and little moans were escaping his lips as he slowly shifted his head to the other side. Dan watched him inhale sharply a few times, these dramatic breaths taking place as he scrunched up his small feet. Then the boy would let out long ragged exhales and his feet would go slack. Whatever the Professor was doing to his boypussy was having an effect, for sure, and Dan wished he could see what his boy’s hole looked like as the little fellow shivered slightly at the stimulation.
The Professor stood, then, and stepped into the darkness without looking at the camera. Dan, his eyes wide, stared at the relaxed and gaping hole that was his son’s cunt.
The secret to opening up a boyhole is patience and dedication, Daddy. I’ve been working this hole with my tongue and lips for almost four hours, stretching your boy open little by little as I coax his tiny flower to blossom. His cunt is delightful, by the way. Dank and musty with a bit of sweetness that lingers on the taste buds. I suspect that you didn’t spend enough time rimming the little guy when he was at home.
Dan nodded to himself. He’d rim his son for a few minutes here or there but, never getting much reaction from the boy, he didn’t take the anilingus very far. Four hours, though! That was one hell of a marathon. “Guess the Professor knows what he’s doing,” Dan muttered as he saw Bailey start to come around and his hole begin winking rapidly at the lack of stimulation.
The screen went black and something new appeared
The camera had shifted slightly to the left such that Dan could see over the Professor’s shoulder once the man settled down just beyond Bailey’s ass. Only a few moments must have passed, Dan realized, as Bailey looked to be in the exact same state. “Don’t touch my bottom,” the boy whined softly. The man ignored him, his black hands appearing in the light as he covered them in lube. Then the bottle was gone and the hands were massaging Bailey’s full bottom. “My… daddy’s…” Bailey began before inhaling sharply as the Professor slid his middle finger all the way inside the boy. “Ugh…” the kid grunted as the Professor withdrew the finger. “Ugh!” the boy grunted again as the finger plunged home.
The fact that your boy has been bred before makes this quite a bit easier but I know it’s still going to take a while to get him as sensitive and pliant as needed. Stay tuned…
The screen went black and something new appeared
“OH! UGH! AH! UGH! OH! UGH! AH!” Bailey grunted rhythmically, his breath coming in gasps and his head shifting this way and that as he tried to deal with the attention his boyhole was getting. Below him was the source of his torment and Dan had to grunt and tighten his abs to keep from blowing his load right there. Two thick fingers were jackhammering in and out of his son’s pink cunt, the boy’s pussy lips expanding and contracting violently as they were breached over and over again. The once relatively tight ring tried to resist the penetration but the Professor wouldn’t allow it. Instead, he pulled this way and that whenever the boy’s sphincter gripped his fingers too tightly and Dan could see that those fingers were massaging and teasing every bit of his son that they had access to.
Bailey’s little cock was rock hard.
“Fuck!” Dan muttered, having never seen his son’s body react like this. The boy was clearly enjoying the fingering, though he did occasionally say no or stop or daddy as the anal domination continued.
It’s been nearly six hours and I can tell little Bailey is getting close. He jumps, you see, every time I focus on his boynut.
At that moment, the Professor plunged his fingers in as deep as they would go, rotated his wrist, and began to shake his fist violently. Bailey let out a gasp and closed his eyes tightly. He fought unsuccessfully against his bondage and Dan watched as the boy's muscles, under his smooth creamy skin, contracted tightly. The boy's feet were wiggling frantically while the boy’s tiny toes twitched as if being electrocuted.
Then the Professor withdrew his fingers, allowed the boy to slowly relax for a moment, and thrust them back in deep to continue the aggressive finger-fucking.
See? His body is almost there. It won’t be long now.
The screen went black and something new appeared
The Professor was nowhere to be seen but Dan didn’t care. His boy was shivering in front of him, the kid’s thousand-yard stare indicating how disassociated from reality the seven-year-old was. The boy’s hole was hidden behind a round black surface and a very slight buzzing noise could be heard beneath Bailey’s throaty nearly hoarse whine. Bailey's cock was still rock hard.
I inserted a very powerful prostate massager into your boy about thirty minutes ago, Daddy, and it’s currently operating at fifty percent power. The Squealer is one of my favorite tools and, with how worked up Bailey is, I know for sure that he is going to have a mind-crushing p-gasm when I shift it to one hundred percent. You ready to watch your boy cum?
“Fuck yeah,” whispered Dan.
Three… two… one… Now!
“NOOO! NOOO! AHHH!! AHHHHHHHHUUGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” Bailey screamed as he began to shake violently, his seven-year-old body fighting hard to break the bonds holding him tight. The boy was being overwhelmed by pleasure and Dan watched as the kid’s eyes bugged out, his mouth opened wide, and his tiny feet spasmed as they waved frantically at the camera. Panic showed through as the boy shook his head back and forth while attempting to wiggle his behind in a way that would stop the destructive ecstasy that was currently being inflicted on his prostate. It made no difference. With hard little cock and sweat-soaked skin, Bailey lived through his first ever prostate-induced boygasm.
It was glorious. Dan couldn’t help but stroke himself slightly as Bailey twisted and turned, the climax going on and on and on. The boy’s cries rose and fell in pitch while he struggled, his screams and moans occasionally punctuated by cries for help or his father. A handful of seconds in, the boy’s little tool suddenly erupted a geyser of boypiss which covered his head and torso while the boy, totally unaware that he was pissing, whimpered and gasped.
The fight suddenly left the boy and Dan saw his eyes begin to flutter. Then, to Dan’s astonishment, Bailey’s head lulled forward and he passed out.
The screen went black and something new appeared.
The Professor was sitting on a comfortable chair and was smiling casually at the camera. Bailey sat on the man’s lap. Both boy and man were nude, the jet-black skin of the man surrounding the lily-white flesh of the boy as Dan observed and appreciated the difference. The man’s hands were slowly stroking Bailey’s chest and thigh and Dan had to suppress a chuckle as he saw his boy frowning. Bailey knew that the seemingly innocent touches were a facade.
“Hello Daddy,” the man said calmly. His voice, deep and powerful, sent another shiver up Dan’s spine. Bailey, he noticed, tensed up. “The last images you saw took place yesterday and both Bailey and I hope you enjoyed it. Your boy has now had the pleasure of getting through the two most important orgasms of his life – one from his cock and one from his ass. You enjoyed them, didn’t you Bailey?” The boy’s frown deepened slightly as he tilted his head to look up at the man’s face. He shook his head. “No?”
“No… I… I want to go home. I want to see my daddy.” The boy’s voice was icy, a tone Dan had heard many times before and which usually predicated a temper tantrum.
“You didn’t like them?” the man asked with a chuckle. “That can’t be right. Every boy likes his gasms.”
“Not me,” Bailey said defiantly. “I didn’t like them. I want to go home.”
“Well, I can understand wanting to go home Bailey,” the man said warmly. “But you’re gonna be here all summer with me. This is Summer School. Your daddy gave you to me because you did so poorly in Mr. Bugner’s class. I’m going to teach you to do a lot better.”
The boy was shaking his head once more. “No. That’s not true! I wanna go home.” His voice was slowly rising and rage was beginning to show on his face. The man slowly picked the little boy up by the armpits, turned him around so they faced each other, and placed the boy on his feet. This new position showed the man’s cock, which was soft, and the Professor reached down to angle his cock head toward the defiant-looking boy.
“Why don’t you show me what you know about cock-sucking, Bailey? I know you’ve sucked your daddy and Mr. Bugner. I’d like to see your skills.”
“No,” Bailey said viciously. “I don’t wanna.”
“Suck my cock, Bailey. I won’t tell you again.” The man’s voice took on a hard edge.
“No.”
“Very well,” the Professor said. “Then you leave me no choice. I’m going to have to punish you.”
Dan couldn’t see his son’s face but he could tell from the boy’s body language that the threat didn’t faze the boy. Dan had tried punishing him before, when the boy was being obstinate and not cooperating, but the boy didn’t care. Time-outs failed. Taking toys away didn’t matter. Even the few half-hearted spankings that Dan had used didn’t move the needle. The boy was stubborn. “I don’t care.”
“I don’t doubt that,” the man said with a bit of humor in his voice as he reached out and put a huge hand on the boy’s shoulder. “But you will. Punishments here at Summer School are very effective at getting little boys like you to change their tune. Gentlemen?” The darkness around the Professor and Bailey shifted suddenly and Dan felt his eyes go wide as six huge bodies stepped forward and into the light. Bailey let out a squeal of surprise and tried to pull away, obviously having not known that other men were so close. The Professor continued to grip him. “We have a lot of work ahead of us for Bailey’s first punishment. Let's get to work…”
The screen went black and something new appeared.
The men from before were piled on a large king-sized bed, their flesh pressed together as they undulated and moaned. Deep grunts and groans filled Dan’s ears and were occasionally punctuated by the high-pitched squeals of a child. His child. A flash of a foot. A bit of knee. A small hand, rising above the orgy for a moment before a much larger hand pulled it back into the fray. Bailey was underneath these men and Dan could tell his boy was being used.
Daddy, the text appeared. punishment here in Summer School is very specific. If a boy does not immediately do what I ask of him and I decide he needs to be punished, his fate is sealed and he is subjected to a twenty-four-hour gang-bang. His holes will be used hard. His cock will be worked over by hand, mouth, and tools. Poppers and other narcotics will be used to keep him awake and engaged. My teacher’s assistants, trusted confidants that they are, will blow load after load using the boy while the lad is forced to endure an unending torrent of pleasure. Remember, by the time punishment is needed, I’ve already gotten a boy’s body adapted to cumming. My men are very good at using a boy's ability to cum as punishment.
“UGHAAAAHHHH!!!!” screamed Bailey, somewhere underneath the pile of men.
The screen went black and something new appeared.
Bailey was hanging by his wrists in the middle of the barely lit room, one man with his face shoved into the boy’s groin and another with his face shoved between the boy’s backside. Two other men had the boy’s feet in hand and were busy working over his toes and soles with their mouths. The boy was blindfolded and wore headphones, unable to see or presumably hear the men around him. He thrashed a bit, obviously experiencing unwanted climaxes, while snot poured from his nose and he whimpered piteously.
The screen went black and something new appeared.
With the camera pointed downward, Dan watched as Bailey moaned dumbly while seizing up like he was being electrocuted. His legs were practically folded back onto the bed upon which he laid, the man between them slamming his large black cock over and over into the shocked boy’s upturned ass. It was sodomy at another level, powerful and merciless and far more aggressive than any buttfucking the seven-year-old had experienced before. His little cock, from Dan’s brief glimpses when the man pulled back, was stiff and wet with obvious boypiss. Several other men scooted into the video, hands reaching out to twist Bailey’s nipples or frig his little member. The man fucking the boy didn’t slow and, even as Bailey inhaled sharply and proceeded to scream in a powerful anal orgasm, none of his tutors reacted. Their hard cocks, Dan noted, would likely keep his boy entertained for hours.
The screen went black and something new appeared.
Bailey was crying and laughing hysterically while thrashing in the grip of half a dozen men, each doing what he could to tickle the child senselessly. Thick bristled brushes sawed at the boy’s feet while feathers were rubbed between boyish toes and fingers. Adult nails were scraped across defenseless prepubescent armpits and thighs and Dan saw that one man was using some sort of thing vibrator to dig into Bailey’s ears. The camera rotated around the crowd and it quickly became clear that tickling wasn’t the only torture. A thick butt-plug had been shoved up Bailey’s boypussy and one man held a small silicone masturbation sleeve that he was using on the boy’s hairless nail. The kid’s pleas for mercy lasted for some time before he suddenly stiffened in the men’s grip and screamed out a climax, the tickling and the orgasm blending together to obviously short-circuit the kid’s brain. He couldn’t pass out, though, as a bottle was shoved into one nostril the moment Bailey began to fade and his suddenly wide eyes and renewed resistance proved the catalyst for the men to redouble their efforts.
The screen went black and something new appeared.
A lone stool sat in the middle of a lit area, the surrounding darkness impenetrable. Bailey sat on it, the boy looking more exhausted than Dan had ever seen him. His eyes were drooping. His body was covered in dried cum. His hair was a sticky mess. “So, Bailey, how did you like your punishment?” the Professor asked from somewhere nearby.
“I didn’t like it,” Bailey said quietly and without any fire in his voice.
“Do you want to be punished again?” came the voice. The boy shook his head slowly, his eyes demonstrating how much he wanted to avoid his fate but his body unable to protest energetically. “So you’ll do what you’re told?” Bailey nodded in resignation. The Professor stepped into the light, then, and offered his half-hard cock to the sitting boy. “Then suck me,” he ordered.
Dan watched as his boy shifted forward to slip the man’s thick cock into his mouth, slobbering on the pink mushroom head without any sign of hesitation. “Holy shit,” Dan muttered. “It worked.”
The screen went black and something new appeared.
“Daddy,” Bailey said sternly and Dan grinned. The boy looked far better than he had a moment ago, his body clean and his eyes energetic. Someone had combed his hair, too, and Dan couldn’t help but hope that the boy’s hair would soon be a mess once more. Bailey was wearing his serious face, meaning he was about to deliver a very direct opinion about something. “I sucked the Professor a bunch yesterday and he told me that we are going to do a lot of fucking today. If I complain, he says I’m gonna get punished. I…” Bailey looked a bit upset, suddenly, but he fought back his emotions and became stern once more, “I didn’t like being punished. The cummies during my punishment were really bad, Daddy, and they made my mind go really fuzzy. It was really scary. Every time I had a gasm, it was like I was getting electrocuted by a bazillion strikes of lightning. It was hard to breathe and everything became too tingly and… and… well, I want to come home. I promise I’ll be good if you let me come home and I’ll suck you and let you fuck me as much as you want. I promise.”
The Professor, from off-camera, chimed in. “So you really want to avoid being punished, Bailey?”
The boy nodded. “Yeah. I hated it.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” the boy frowned defiantly. “You tickled me bad and made me sniff that pooper stuff and I couldn’t stop with the cummies at all. They really were bad. Really! I’ll do anything not to be punished!” The boy became emotional once more. “Please! Please let me go home! Please don’t do any more punishments! Please!”
“Alright, Bailey,” the Professor said with humor in his voice. “No more punishments so long as you do everything I say, alright? At the end of the summer, you get to go home and forget all about Summer School? Sound good?” The boy nodded. “And it’s poppers, Bailey. Not poopers.”
Bailey frowned, Dan amused because the boy hated it when adults corrected him. “Sorry,” he said with a bit of defiance in his voice. “Poppers.”
“Now, one more thing,” the Professor said, apparently ignoring the boy’s attitude. “You’re still going to have boygasms this summer, Bailey. You’re gonna cum when I suck and jerk you and you’re going to experience analgasms when I fuck you. But I can tell you from experience – and remember, I’ve done this to plenty of boys before – that those cummies will be way less intense than the ones you’ll get if I have to punish you. Normal orgasms happen during sex and you’re likely going to learn to enjoy them by the time the summer is over. But punishment is about making you have the most extreme, mind-crushing, nerve-shredding, terrifying gasms possible – as you experienced recently – so behave and do what you’re told. Alright?”
The boy inhaled sharply at the description and Dan could tell his boy was on the verge of tears once more. However, much to his surprise, he saw his boy let go of his emotions and calm himself down. Then Bailey nodded.
The screen went black and something new appeared.
Your son is doing well with his cocksucking lessons, Daddy the text at the bottom of the screen read as the scene above unfolded. Bailey, kneeling, was slurping on the big black cock in front of him while the cameraman, presumably the Professor, shifted the recording device around to better show Bailey’s enthusiasm. The boy was eager, certainly but Dan could see his heart wasn’t in it. “You ready boy,” the Professor asked. “Cuz I’m about to blow!” Bailey inhaled and slurped up the man’s mushroom head, visibly swallowing as the man moaned before thick spunk erupted from the boy’s nose and the corner of his mouth. “Keep swallowing faggot! Keep going!”
A screenwipe occurred and now Bailey was on his hands and knees, choking and gagging as a new black cock – longer but thinner than the Professors – fucked his throat. Dan could see the outline of the cock against Bailey’s skin as it sunk home, the boy fighting through the experience of deepthoating the monster.
Another screenwipe happened and Bailey was lying on a big bed with four black teens, the boys likely fifteen or sixteen but still man-sized compared to the small white seven-year-old. Bailey was moving from cock to cock, swallowing them to the root and using his hands to masturbate those he wasn’t currently servicing. One boy erupted the moment Bailey pulled off of his cock and the younger white kid dove down so as to not allow any of the spunk to go unswallowed. Dan could see that his son wasn’t thrilled – his face still showing his attitude – but he was doing what needed to be done. It was a huge improvement from the whiny brat who refused to even kiss Daddy’s cock when asked.
Another screenwipe occurred. “’Drink it down, boy!” came an unknown voice as Dan watched his son, once again kneeling, open his mouth even wider as one of the seven cocks on screen erupted across the boy’s exposed tongue. More began to erupt a moment later and Dan saw his boy’s face get drenched in spunk while a solid well of cocksnot formed in his open mouth.
The screen went black and something new appeared.
The camera was trained on Bailey, the seven-year-old slowly lowering himself down on a big black cock as inch after inch invaded his immature guts. His legs spread wide and balancing on the balls of his feet, the boy had a look of extreme concentration on his face while he used one hand to hold himself steady thanks to a metal bar above him and the other hand rested against the cameraman’s flat black stomach for support. He was in control and was going to bottom out without any assistance from the Professor. “That’s it, boy,” the Professor muttered. “Sit down on my cock. Open up your slutty boypussy.”
“Its…. Hard….” the boy complained, though he didn’t stop.
“All the way! An inch or two left! You can do it!”
“Ugh! Ugh! UGHHH” Bailey moaned as he suddenly sat all the way down on the man’s prick. A look of extreme fatigue crossed the boy’s face but, below that, a look of satisfaction. “I… I did it. All the way…”
“Now fuck yourself on my cock,” the man ordered and Bailey’s face screwed up in frustration. He didn’t react, though, other than to begin hoisting himself up as inches of black cock began appearing underneath him.
A screenwipe occurred. Three black men were lying on a bed and Bailey was straddling the middle one, bouncing up and down on the man’s prick energetically while moaning and groaning at the self-inflicted sodomy. He was moving at breakneck speed, slamming himself down before bouncing up high enough to almost release the cock from his cunt. The boy was sweating hard and his face was tight with suppressed pleasure. The fucking continued for nearly a minute before the boy’s moaning took on a high-pitched whine and he began to slow.
“Why you slowing down, faggot?” one of the men asked as he slowly stroked himself and watched the action.
“Gonna…. Gonna cum…” Bailey panted, his eyes closed tight as his speed continued to reduce.
“Then do it. Cum your fucking brains out. But you got to get Jaquan off or else you fail.”
The boy began to sniffle. “It’s gonna be… ugh… it’s gonna be a bad one…”
“I don’t fucking care, bitch,” Jaquan said as he reached up and pinched the boy’s nipples with both hands. “Ride my fucking cock till I blow!”
Bailey squeaked but complied, increasing his pace rapidly until he was once more slamming himself up and down the man’s prick with reckless abandon. Then, ten seconds later, the boy screamed and began to spasm as his anal orgasm took hold. He didn’t slow, though, and continued to do his job while the waves of pleasure tore through his mind. Writing appeared as Jaquan began his own orgasm, blowing his load deep inside the spasming youngster.
Mind over matter for little Bailey. His hole is nice and tight, most of the time, but we’ve trained it to take cock like a champion. He’s learning his place, Daddy. You should be proud!
The screen went black and something new appeared.
“Do it!” a man yelled as Bailey tried to avoid pressing his face in the sweaty asscrack of some unknown black man. “Eat his mancunt or else you’re gonna be punished!”
That did it and Bailey, with a cry, thrust his face between the man’s cheeks to begin the anilingus.
The screen went black and something new appeared.
“Fuck yeah! Worship those feet!”
Bailey, his face a mask of disgust, sucked a big black toe into his mouth and began to slobber all over it.
The screen went black and something new appeared.
“No!” cried Bailey, his body obviously tense. The camera was panned wide and Dan saw that the boy, lying on the bed, was doing everything he could not to move. A man Dan didn’t recognize was sitting next to Bailey’s pelvis, a small sounding rod ever so slowly making its way into the boy’s tiny urethra.
“It’s alright, Bailey,” the Professor said from somewhere nearby. “You’re gonna love getting sounded. Just relax and let Germain do his business. He knows how to sound little white boys.”
“No! Please!” Bailey squealed, clearly in shock and not in pain. Dan felt his cock belch forth a thick bead of precum. Sounding! They were going to sound the boy!
“Pretty soon, Bailey, you’re going to be screaming in pleasure and begging us to fuck your piss slit harder. I promise! You’ll love it!” Bailey, overwhelmed, suddenly sat up and smacked the man’s hand away. Then he pulled the sound out of his urethra, the thing buried only half an inch or so deep, before throwing it somewhere in the darkness. His eyes were alight with rage and anger. “Tut, tut, tut,” the Professor said as Bailey’s face suddenly paled in recognition of his own defiance. “Guess this means it's time for punishment.”
“NO!!!!!” screamed the boy as he tried to roll off the bed and escape. The man sitting next to him grabbed him and the light faded.
The screen went black and something new appeared.
Twenty-four hours, Daddy. As I said earlier, that’s how long our punishments last. We’re going to use your boy hard for the next solid day, breeding his holes deep and without mercy. We’ll make him cry as we tickle him into madness and we’ll make him squeal as we force his little pickle to drygasm over and over again. He’s going to stay awake, thanks to the poppers (and other things), and he is going to get ample opportunity to reflect on his bad behavior.
An image appeared of Bailey, the poor boy upside-down in a bondage swing as one man fucked his throat balls-deep and another fucked him hard enough to make the slapping sounds of flesh striking flesh erupt from the computer. The boy was crying around the cock in his throat but the men didn’t seem bothered. As Dan watched, the one fucking the boy pulled out and stepped to the side, beating his meat until he erupted all over Bailey’s exposed body at the same time another man stepped up and breached his boy’s winking asshole.
The image faded into a new one, with Bailey lying back on a bed while a big black dude crushed the boy’s head between his firm muscular asscheeks. This position meant that Dan couldn’t see his boy’s face, though he did get a perfect view of the two fingers jackhammering in and out of Bailey’s pucker while two sets of hands used a lube-coated plastic wrap to torture Bailey’s exposed cockhead. The boy began thrashing after a couple of moments, clearly overcome with a distraught orgasm.
That image slid to the side and was replaced by another of Bailey on the bed. This time, though, the boy was in a full gimp suit and looked tightly bound. His boycock and feet were the only bits of visible flesh, though both were hard to see as one big black hand masturbated the boy’s small white cock enthusiastically while several other eager hands mercilessly tickled the squirming but tightly restrained lily-white soles. The boy was wearing some sort of mask with a hose on it and Dan could see that the hose was attached to a giant bong. Dark smoke traveled toward his son’s face, he could tell, though he had no idea what chemicals were contained within.
The screen went black and something new appeared.
“OH! OH! PLEASE! FUCK MY DINK! FUCK THE PEE HOLE!” Bailey, splayed out on a couch, sounded anything but excited while the man – Germain – slid a small metallic sound in and out of the boy’s urethra with reckless abandon. The punishment must have worked, Dan thought as his cock throbbed enthusiastically, since Bailey was begging the man to do his business.
“That’s it Bailey!” the Professor said from offscreen. “See how nice it is to get your urethra fucked? Tell me you love it!”
“I LOVE IT!” the boy gasped, obviously lying. His face, Dan could see clearly, was scrunched up and distraught while snot poured from his noose. The boy kept going, giving encouragement. “I LOVE IT SO MUCH! THANK—“ His eyes flew wide. “WAIT! WAIT!” he grunted, looking panicked. “SOMETHING’S WRONG! WAIT! I GOTTA PEE! WAIT!!! UGHHHAAHHHUGHHHH!!!!” Bailey let out a deep moan as his eyes went even wider and his face took on the look of a boy experiencing a sharp powerful boygasm. Germain didn’t slow. Bailey’s legs and arms twitched. His head lulled to the side and began to spasm.
“Chase those cummies!” the Professor laughed. “I told you you’d like cumming with a sound fucking your hole! And just wait till we shove a vibrating one all the way into your bladder! You’ll fucking explode!”
Dan watched as his boy was sounded through an intense climax as new letters appeared underneath.
Best part of sounding little boys? No need to pull the sound out since all they do is drycum! Germain’s gonna make the boy cum over and over again without slowing down or stopping! Long night ahead of us, for sure!
The screen went black and something new appeared.
“Drink it down!” called a man and Bailey, in some sort of tiled shower, obeyed immediately. Dan watched as the boy opened his mouth and sucked in the strong piss stream without a moment’s hesitation, gulping visibly as urine filled his belly. Another man appeared and began to piss on his boy, Bailey turning as the first stream finished to consume the second. Then a third. Then a fourth.
A screenwipe occurred.
You’re boy has taken to yellow nectar, Daddy the text read as Dan saw that Bailey was now kneeling in a men’s bathroom. Several men were in line to use his services, each stepping up to piss down his gullet. The boy looked less than pleased but he didn’t shy away from his responsibility. He also, Dan saw, didn’t spill a drop.
The screen went black and something new appeared.
A wall of men’s backs hid Bailey from sight as the Happy Birthday song was sung, the deep cadence of the men melding together to form a unique harmony. There was a loud moaning behind the tune, though, and Dan thought it sounded like his boy. Then the men stepped aside and the camera moved forward, showing Bailey on his hands and knees while wearing nothing but a birthday cap. Mounting the boy was a German Shepherd, the dog fucking away while drool cascaded down onto the boy’s shoulder.
Bailey looked out of it, covered in sweat and cum. “A month ago,” Dan said to himself, realizing that his boy’s eighth birthday had occurred about a month earlier. “They remembered!” Dan smiled, stroking himself slowly as he watched the dog sodomize his son. “Happy birthday buddy.”
“Alright!” came the Professor’s voice from off-screen as another man led in a large Doberman. The animal’s hard cock was dripping and clearly visible to the camera. “Why don’t you help out this guest, Bailey?” The boy nodded slowly before leaning forward so the man could bring the dog over. Then the boy tilted his head and swallowed the canine cock down to the root, not protesting or complaining at all.
A screenwipe occurred.
Bailey was in a bondage swing once more, his body upright and his legs spread wide. Before him was the same Doberman, the animal lapping at Bailey’s twitching cock eagerly. Behind the boy was the German Shepherd, eating out the boy’s hole with enthusiasm. Bailey was moaning and grunting as the animals abused him, forcing his squeals to get higher and higher until he was shaking in drygasm. Men laughed in the surrounding darkness but the animals didn’t take note. Instead, one kept licking the boy’s eager boycock while the other shoved its canine tongue deep inside the boy’s pussy over and over again. Another drygasm occurred as writing appeared once more.
Passed his animal handling checks successfully, Daddy!
The screen went black.
A slow classical piano began to play.
Writing appeared.
Your boy has done pretty well, Daddy, it read as the notes of the piano drifted up and down the scale. He’s a good boy and I think you are going to be really proud of him. As the summer began to wind down and I was confident that Bailey had learned everything he needed to know, it was time to give him his final exam.
A room appeared, small and tastefully decorated with soft colors and a plush-looking bed. On it lay Bailey, the boy relaxing comfortably on the blanket as he idly toyed with his boyhood. The camera angle was a bit odd, clearly coming from the corner of the room’s ceiling. Like a hidden camera, Dan thought to himself. What was going on?
The door opened and a large Arab man walked in. He smiled at Bailey. Bailey smiled back, though shyly.
Your boy’s final exam will see him staying in this exam room for the next week, servicing customers as they arrive. The man approached the bed and slowly lowered himself onto it, gently taking Bailey’s face with his hands as he placed a chaste kiss on the boy's lips. Bailey didn’t resist. Bailey was told that he needed to do everything his customers asked and his paramours were given a very strict list of what was and was not acceptable. The kissing turned passionate as the man took control and began to push Bailey back onto the bed. Your boy was a big hit
The screen flashed for a moment and changed, the man now fucking Bailey hard with his huge thick cock. The boy was on his back and was writhing around in obvious pleasure, feet twitching in the air as the man pounded him senseless.
Very big hit
Scenes began appearing and disappearing rapidly, giving Dan just enough time to get a sense of what Bailey had gone through during finals week.
An old Asian man was sucking his boy’s cock, Bailey wriggling around at the intensity of the blowjob. Bailey jumped when the man slipped a finger underneath him and right up his backside, letting out a howl of delight that signified a strong climax.
A tall black guy, bald as a babe, had Bailey’s legs up in the air as he ate the boy’s pussy for all it was worth. Bailey had a pillow over his face as his body was wracked with pleasure and he tried to stifle the moans that were being wretched from his small body.
Two college-aged white guys spit-roasted the boy, one fucking Bailey’s ass while the other fucked his mouth. They each had a beer in hand and were saying the most offensive and derogatory things to the boy, though Bailey seemed to ignore the words and focus on getting his two lovers off.
Bailey, on his hands and knees, eating out the boypussy of a slightly older black boy. Behind the two was an older white man, encouraging Bailey to make the other boy cum with a tongue up his ass.
A bondage swing swaying in the middle of the room, Bailey within it as five men of different ethnicities took turns fucking him. When not fucking, the men would lean down to worship Bailey’s pits and nipples with hungry mouths while tapping at the small metal cock-cage enclosed around Bailey’s trapped member.
A little boy of maybe five, pinned to the bed as Bailey fucked the tyke’s upturned ass. No one else was in the room and Bailey looked like he was taking out the summer’s frustrations on the kid’s obviously eager hole. Bailey did stop after each of his obvious drygasms to readjust the butt plug in his own ass, though, before asking the boy if he was ready for another round.
Bailey sucking cock. Bailey eating ass. Bailey getting fucked in every conceivable position. It was wonderful, Dan thought as his mind began to conjure images of his and Bailey’s first night together.
Then the screen went black once more.
Bailey appeared, sitting on a stool. The surrounding area was dark, an overhead light illuminating the eight-year-old as he grinned at the camera. “Tell your dad how you did, Bailey.,” the Professor instructed from off-screen.
“I passed, Dad,” Bailey said with a muted enthusiasm. “The Professor says that I passed Summer School and it’s almost time to come home.” His eyes twinkled in delight.
“And what do you have to say to your daddy?” the Professor continued.
Bailey took a deep breath, looking very serious despite being only eight. “I promise, Dad, that I’m going to do everything you tell me to do. I’ll suck your cock really good and be the best fuck of your life. I’m not going to complain at all and I promise to be good. Really good. I promise.” His eyes, Dan noted, looked a little frantic as he said that last bit as if he was trying desperately to convince the Professor, and not his own father, of the sincerity of his words. “I’ll be good. I’ll drink your pee and let dogs fuck me and everything. I promise! Really!”
“And do you have a request for your daddy?” the Professor asked. Bailey swallowed and looked off-screen. Then he let out a series of short breaths. “It’s alright, Bailey. You can be honest.”
The boy licked his lips. “I… ugh… I don’t…”
“You don’t want to come back to Summer School, right?” the Professor interrupted. The boy nodded, slowly at first but then much more vigorously. “You see, Daddy, we have a policy here at Summer School. If a boy ever reverts back to his bad behavior, you are welcome to let us know and we’ll take him for another summer. Only this time, it will be a summer filled with punishments. I told Bailey only a few minutes ago that this was a possibility and he swore he’d be good.”
“I will!” Bailey half shouted. “I’ll be really good!”
“Because you hate punishments?”
The boy looked like he was about to hyperventilate. “They’re… they’re the worst…”
“I know, kiddo,” the Professor said with a chuckle. “Now, you want to go home?” The boy’s eyes lit up and he nodded eagerly. “Alright. I’m going to sign this paper in front of me to officially declare that you have passed Summer School. Then you’ll be on your way home…”
The boy sagged, obviously overcome with relief.
“...in a week.”
A week? Dan thought to himself.
“A week?” Bailey asked, his head popping up in surprise and his face taking on a worried look.
“A week, yes. You see, we always finish Summer School a week before it’s time to go home.” Some of the lights behind Bailey began to turn on and first six, then twelve, then eighteen men appeared. “We spend the last week of the summer… well… punishing you.” More lights turned on and Dan saw that the room was not a room at all. It was some sort of huge warehouse. Thirty men. Fifty. Seventy. Bailey began to shake on his stool as he shook his head from side to side in terrified realization that his time with the Professor wasn’t over. “One full week of punishment so that you go home knowing what awaits you if you ever come back. One week of the most brutal boygasms, the most mind-shattering analgasms, the most awful ticklegasms. One week to burn into your brain that you don’t ever want to disappoint your daddy ever again.”
“No… NO…. NO PLEASE!” Bailey began to cry.
“You’re gonna cum so hard over the next seven days, boy” the Professor said as more lights turned on. A hundred men. A hundred and fifty. “A week-long orgy with you at the center. No sleep. No reprieve. The shit we will pump into your system. Alert. Horny. Broken.”
“NOOOOO!!!!” Bailey screamed as the sound and the image went dark.
And so we did, Daddy the text read as Dan, overcome, began to shoot his load all over himself. Now go welcome your boy home from Summer School.
The doorbell rang.