Boarding School (10 page)

“Yeah.” I called back.

“What was that you said?”

“I mean yes, sir!” It seemed like an awful lot at a time like this to expect me to remember to be respectful.

“All right, fine then. Here we go.”

The leader then began to slowly pull himself back out of me. As he did he pulled my body backwards slightly along with him, and the pressure in my rectum began to subside a bit. But an instant later he thrust his penis back into me and the force of his loins hitting against my butt, slammed the top of my head hard into the wall.

“Auhauhauh!” I cried out in pain. The impact had again caused me to see stars.

“I told you to keep your head up against that wall didn’t I?” he thundered.

“Yes, sir,” I answered almost in tears from the pain.

“Well then this time, do as I say,” the leader barked.

“Yes, sir,” I answered weakly.

The leader then began to pull his penis out of me again, but as before, he stopped once he had drawn himself out about halfway. “Is your head against the wall now?”

“Yes, sir,” I replied. We were having to yell at each other because the sound of the shower plus the intense echo from the cement floor and tiled walls was making it hard for us to hear each other.

“Ok, I’m not gonna give you any more warnings now. So hold on.” The leader then thrust himself into me again, but this time he just kept pulling himself back and then ramming his penis on in again without stopping.

“Auhauh! Auhauh! Auhauh! Auhauh! Auhauh!” With every thrust of his cock, pain shot all throughout my frame. I didn’t know how much of this I was going to be able to take, and I felt as if my ass was being ripped apart while I held onto the chair for dear life.

“You’re doin’ fine!” the leader hollered.

“Auhauh! Auhauh! Auhauh! Auhauh! Auhauh!” I really couldn’t have cared how much he was enjoying me. For a while then this became my life. He continued to ram himself into me, and I continued to scream after every thrust from the pain. In time, he increased the pace of his ramming, and the pain no longer seemed to bother me as badly. I don’t know why this was, other than I suppose that if a person tries hard enough, he can get used to pretty much anything.

Finally, after an exhausting session, the leader stopped his ramming suddenly and, without removing his penis from my ass, and using his right hand, he grabbed a large hunk of my soaked hair from the back of my head, and then he pulled the upper half of my body through the stream and up until I was standing straight up again. Immediately I found it awkward to stand this way. With his penis still lodged in my ass, it seemed impossible for me to gain my balance. The leader apparently knew this because he continued to pull my body backwards beyond vertical until he had me resting against his bare chest. He then placed his left arm around my own chest to hold us together, and then he released his grip on my hair and allowed his right arm to drop to his side. As soon as he was satisfied with the way he now had our bodies configured, he resumed his thrusting, only this time he pushed my body upward.

“Auh, Auh, Auh, Auh, Auh!” The leader was taller than I was. So every time he jammed his penis into me, he lifted me completely off of my feet. Then every time we came back down, I could only touch the floor with the balls of my feet before he would have me airborne again. I hated the feeling. It seemed to me as if I had completely lost control over my body. At one point I flailed my arms in an attempt to find something I could hold onto to brace myself, but ‘there was nothing out there for me to grasp. So faced with no choice again, I gave up and simply allowed the leader to take me over completely as he bounced me up and down endlessly.

I don’t know if I can adequately explain how it is to feel someone ejaculate into you, especially if you’re not inclined that way, as I was not. Because there are physical and emotional components to the experience which shook me equally. So as one might expect, before too long the time had finally come for me to suffer through the leader’s climax.

Suddenly I noticed the leader widening his stance. He then hugged me tightly with both arms, and jammed himself into me extra hard three more times.

“Auhauh! Auhauh! Auhauh!” He then tightened his bear-like embrace, took some wet hair from the back of my head into his teeth, and shook us both for a few moments while he ejaculated into me. An instant later I felt him shiver… and then his thrusting was ended altogether.

For what must have only been a few seconds, but what seemed to me at the time as taking minutes, I just hung there in his arms, my feet still not able to touch the floor and my ass still filled with him. We were both out of breath, and our bodies, still pressed together, were heaving against one another as we tried to recover our wind. And I guess it was at this moment when I became aware of this emotional component I just spoke of. Because I realized, just for an instant, that I felt as if I now had a more intimate understanding of who the leader really was on the inside. It was as if he had just put his brand on me and I now belonged to him. And to this day, it is still hard for me to put into words, but it seemed to me then as if the leader and I had connected on a level that went deeper than mere friendship, and far more personal. It was almost as if we were now linked in some way.

This special feeling of a connection to the leader was an emotion which I neither sought nor cared for once I felt it. So I quickly discarded it and have tried throughout the years to not consider it any further until the time came for me to write about it here. Anyway, after that, he bent his knees so I could stand flat on my feet again, and then he pulled himself out of me and removed his arms from around my body. “Sit down!” he commanded.

When he had finally pulled his penis out of my anus, that entire region of my body suddenly felt like a beach ball that had just had all of the air let out of it. Even so, the pain I was still feeling throughout my buttocks was enormous and I couldn’t believe what he was now telling me to do. “Are you kidding?” I shrieked back at my first ever sex partner. “You actually expect me to sit down now after what you just did to me? Are you in sane?” I was almost hysterical by this point. “Auhauh!” I then felt the leader’s hand slap me hard across my face. His blow carried with it enough force to nearly knock me off of my feet and onto the shower floor. It was clear to me then, that the leader was not burdened by the same feelings of closeness that I was now fighting.

“I said sit down, damn you!”

He was yelling in my face now. Once again it was obvious that I was being given no choice in the matter. So, in the stream of water, I bent over and reached out to feel with my hands for the chair. When I found it, I turned around again and gently placed my bottom on the seat and moved myself around gingerly until I could find a position on one cheek which I could tolerate.

“Now stay there and don’t move.” The leader then re-angled the shower head so the water would again pour down directly onto the top of my head.

Any empathy I might have felt for the guy was gone after that. “Yes, sir,” I called up through the water.

“There are four more guys comin’ in here next, one at a time. And you’re gonna have to service each of them before we’ll let ya go. Ya got that?”

The news crushed what little spirit I had left. I had hoped that they would let me leave now. I couldn’t imagine how I was going to make it through four more encounters like the one I had just been through, without needing to go to a hospital afterwards. “No!” I shrieked again. “Please, no more. I can’t take any more. Please, I’ve done everything you’ve asked me to. I can’t do any more. Please let me go… Auhauh!” The leader slapped me again, and I stopped my pleading after that.

“Shut up and don’t move,” was the only response he would give me.

There was not even a hint of compassion in the leader’s demeanor. Apparently he had taken from me what he had wanted, and now the time had come for him to move on. It was almost as if our session together had never happened. But I knew it had happened because I was still having a great deal of trouble just trying to sit properly. A moment later, I could hear the metal rings scrape against the metal rod once, and once again. And then I knew I was alone.

Despite the coarse way the leader had just behaved toward me, he and the others did apparently recognize that I needed a few minutes to recover from my ordeal because it took at least that long before the second guy opened the door and came into the bathroom.

“Hi, Clint.” This second person was someone I hadn’t dealt with so far. He sounded a lot more cheery and at first I found the contrast between him and the leader bewildering. I then heard the metal rings scrape, then something was plopped down at my feet before I heard the rings scrape again.

“All right now, Clint, I’ve just dropped a cushion down in front of you. I want you to find it and then get off your chair and sit on it.”

“Yes sir,” I answered. I then bent over and felt the boat cushion this second guy had brought for me. It felt like one from the stack of them I had seen in the little boat house which stood behind the Annex down by the lake. So, a moment later I was seated on it. As soon as I was settled on the floor, I could hear the second guy then remove the chair and drop two more cushions down on either side of me.

“Ok, now I want you to rotate your body ninety degrees to your right and then lie down flat on your back on all three cushions. And make it so the water is hitting you mainly on your body.”

This guy seemed to know exactly what he wanted from me and, after all I had been through all ready this night, I wasn’t willing to see what else could happen to me if I offered him any argument. So silently I complied with his instructions. But as I reclined and felt the water begin to pound me all up and down the front of my body, I remember wishing for an inkling at least of what this guy was intending to do with me.

“Now relax. Take it easy.”

As I listened to his words, I could sense him sitting down on the shower floor next to me.

“There’s not gonna be any pain involved with this. Now I want you to relax. So just give yourself two or three long and slow exhales so you can release all the tension from your body.”

I did as he said. I took three long slow breaths and then exhaled each one fully as I tried to relax my muscles as completely as I could. The water helped too. The perpetual kneading of my skin by the dozens of thick sprays from the shower head above made me feel as if I was receiving a massage. A few of the sprays were hitting me on my face, but I found a couple of positions for my head where I could breathe with no trouble, and the shades I was still wearing were protecting my eyes. So after a short bit, I did begin to feel better.

“Ok, now just lie still and enjoy this.” The second guy now seemed ready to begin something. I still had no idea what it was that he was intending to do with me, but he was making it sound as if whatever it was would be something wondrous.

When I felt his fingers begin to handle and twirl my penis, I reacted automatically. “Hey! What are you doing?” His actions were shocking to me and I didn’t like it at all.

“Shshsh!” the second guy responded. “Don’t say another word. Just lie still, relax and enjoy this,” he answered firmly yet a bit mysteriously also.

I didn’t know how to react after that. I certainly didn’t want anyone to be touching me there, but I didn’t know if this guy would hit me too if I tried to stop him. And even if he wasn’t inclined to throw his fists at me, I had no doubt that the leader was still close by and would be more than happy to come in and knock me around some more if called upon to do so. So I made the only choice, under the circumstances, that I could. I kept still, as I was told, and allowed him to play with me.

Within just a few moments, he had made my penis supple and able to flop around easily. He then placed his thumb on the top of my shaft, and his first two fingers along the underside near the crown, and then with some pressure, he moved my loose skin downward until his second finger wound up resting at the base of my penis.

“Haah!” My body reacted instantly by forcing me to inhale sharply. He didn’t move his fingers once he had found my spot. He just maintained friction on me.

“That’s it. Now you’re feelin’ it.” The guy sounded pleased by what he was causing to happen to me. “Just stay relaxed. My name is Artist, and I give the best head at the Academy,” he said to me softly.

“Haah! Haah!” I had no idea what he was talking about, but at the moment I didn’t care. A steady surge of stimulation was now affecting me all throughout my loins and it was beginning to shoot out into the rest of my body. At the same time, I could feel my penis beginning to swell. I then rolled my head over to the right and opened my mouth slightly as a sort of dull reaction to what was being done to me. “Uuh!” I groaned.

Every so often, Artist would move my loose skin up my shaft, then fondle my crown, and stroke the skin back down and hold it again. These movements only caused my responses to become stronger, and I could tell now that he was making me hard. Soon after that, he began to stroke me continuously. “Uuh!” I groaned again. This time my head rolled by itself over to my left.

As Artist’s efforts to stimulate me sexually continued, my toes separated and my body began to tense. I could feel it now all over. The sensations now . consumed me and I decided at that moment that I was no longer opposed to lying there on the shower floor and having this guy work me. In no time he had gotten me fully erect—and he had done a good job of it too. My penis was now thick, hard and strong, and staying that way.

“Ok, hold on,” he advised. “Now the good stuff really begins.”

And with that the guy lightly caressed my penis downward a few times with his fingertips, and then he bent down to where his head was in the stream just over me, and he took my penis into his mouth.

“Uuh?” I had no idea now what he was doing. Was he going to bite me? I had never heard of someone doing something like this. But before I could think up all of my questions, I had my answer. He wrapped his lips around my crown, and then he corkscrewed his way down my shaft with them.