Boarding School (30 page)

Now my senses were overwhelming me again. I felt frazzled and I hated this technique of manipulation that people kept putting me through. I wanted to scream out as loudly as I could manage… “Hey, sit back down on this bed and put your damn hand on me again and finish what you started, you walrus.” Fortunately though, my mind wasn’t so far removed from reality yet that I actually believed that saying something like this would be a smart idea. So instead I simply refrained from saying anything at all and, a bit stiff legged at first, I followed my host as he led me into the bathroom.

All I can remember still of the adjoining room was mirrors and green tile everywhere. Across the room from where I entered was a large door with clear glass in it which separated the bathroom from a huge walk-in shower which looked big enough to me to be able to hold eight or ten people in it—if there were ever any reason to do so. Fatso gripped the metal handle on the door and pulled it open for me. “Go on in,” he grumbled.

Obligingly I did as I was ordered and didn’t stop to turn around and look back at him until I was standing in the middle of the shower on top of a larger than normal drain cover. I then watched as Fatso followed me into the room. Once his bulk had cleared the doorway, the man sighed and pulled off his robe to reveal every revolting detail of his flab to me. And as every bad fat joke I had ever heard went whizzing through my brain suddenly, my keeper continued with his plan by throwing his garment back out into the bathroom and then closing the glass door so that the two of us were now naked and standing in his guest shower together.

“Ok, sit down there in the middle of the floor where the drain is and face the front.”

“Yes, sir.” Again, I did as I was told. At first the tiles on the floor felt cold against my bare skin, but in a few moments my body heat managed to warm them up for me. Fatso then walked over to join me in the center of the room and once he was standing alongside of me, he reached up toward the ceiling and pulled down some sort of leather harness in two pieces that was tied to one end of a rope which was running up through a pulley he had hanging from a hook which had been set permanently into the ceiling. Because it had been laced so high above me, I hadn’t noticed this rig of his until he had stretched out his arm to bring it to him. And despite the temptation I felt suddenly to remark about the leather and rope I was now looking at, I maintained my composure just enough to keep me from saying something to the man, even though this situation was rapidly making me nervous.

I don’t know how he did it, but a moment later I watched in amazement as Fatso managed somehow to sit his blubber down on the tiles in front of me. He was ugly with his clothes off, but it surprised me to discover that I wasn’t as repulsed by his appearance as I had thought I would be. As I sat quietly on his shower room floor, this large man reached out with one of his large hands and grasped my left foot and then he lifted my leg into the air a ways so he could push onto my ankle and lower calf one of these wide leather strappings he was holding onto. I didn’t know the name for these things, but after he had placed the other one around my other ankle, he spent the next several minutes lacing them up as tightly as he could for me. When this job was finished, he fastened my ankles together with a hitch that was sewn into the sides of these leathers and then he got back up onto his feet.

Once he was vertical again, Fatso appeared ready for action. The next thing he did was to walk over to the front wall of the shower and turn on the water. At first the water came out only through a small faucet that was mounted low on the front wall. The pressure from his plumbing was enormous and for the next minute or so as the spray hit my lower body and as the cold runoff touched my legs and buttocks as it flowed past me into the drain, Fatso kept his fat toe inside the stream so he could test the water until the temperature had risen to the level he wanted. “Ok, here we go!” he announced. And then he opened a couple of valves on the front wall, and water came shooting out at me from all directions.

I was drenched instantly. The largest outlet for the water was positioned in the ceiling directly above me. As soon as the water from it hit my head, it flattened my hair completely. The sprays which were coming at me from several spots on each of the four walls filled the other areas of the room as they also covered me, which I didn’t mind any longer because by now the warm water was feeling pretty good to me.

“Ok, scoot yourself forward a little, and then lay down on your back and put your legs up into the air for me.”

What’s gonna happen to me now?
I wondered. With no other alternative available to me by this point, I complied with the man’s wishes and adjusted my body so I was positioned the way he had said. A moment later, when he saw that I was ready, Fatso reached out for the other end of the rope he had attached to my ankles and pulled down on it hard until he had hoisted me entirely off of the floor to hang upside-down in the middle of his shower.

“HOLY SHIT!” I yelled out. As my arms hung down now past my head, I could still touch the floor with the tips of my fingers, but I felt as if he had raised me up too high.

“Don’t worry,” he tried to reassure me. “You’re in there solid. You’re not going anywhere.” Then he tied off his end of the rope to a cleat that was mounted near him on the front wall.

As I moved back and forth like a pendulum with water running off of every part of my body and with my wet hair hanging straight down, I struggled for an instant to regain a measure of equilibrium. Right away I realized that breathing was my biggest challenge. Inverted as I was, water was pouring into my nose from the shower head above. Happily, I discovered right away that tilting my head back a bit more or simply raising one of my hands to block the water from filling my nostrils solved this problem. And at about the time I stopped my swinging, I decided that I couldn’t imagine what deviltry this obvious pervert was intending to do with me.
Just try to be calm,
I kept repeating to myself. But as I felt the blood begin to rush to my head, I became frightened again when I remembered something I had heard once about how after a person is placed in bondage, a beating is customary.

“Ok, just relax and be still while you hang there, son.“Fatso said this to me while he was walking over to take a position in front of me. “Just take it easy, now.” When Fatso’s large stomach first pressed up against my chest, I could see, finally, what this whole elaborate business was about. He had raised my body to a height which had placed my mouth at essentially the same level as his genitals. And when the closeness of his body left me with no choice but to look him over more carefully, I saw that he had already developed the largest erection I had ever seen on an animal with only two legs.
Well, here it comes.
I now understood and was a little surprised at myself for not seeing what was happening here until now.
It’s the drugs and the alcohol,
I decided.

And so as I resigned myself to performing the job I had been trained to do so well, I waited as Fatso put his right hand into my wet hair so he could place his palm across the top of my head. Then he guided me toward him until he had my face positioned close enough for him to insert his penis into my mouth. Since I knew what was expected of me, I opened my mouth and braced myself when I saw the time was at hand so that when he was ready, I accepted him.

“Auch!” Unfortunately, I gagged when I felt him try to shove his penis down my throat. His was by far the longest one I had encountered so far, and I was unprepared for his bulk.

When he heard me gagging, he immediately pulled himself back out and then he bent himself over so he could look me directly in the eye. “Sorry, kid. Haven’t you learned yet how to relax your throat so you can give deep-throat blowjobs?”

“No, sir.” I was still recovering from the shock of feeling him go down my throat, so it was hard for me to say anything else at the moment.

“Do you want me to teach you?”

“Not while I’m upside-down,” I squeezed out through my vocal cords. I knew that this answer was a bit cheeky, but with all of this intimate activity now going on between us, I believed it was now possible for me to be able to get away with saying something like this.

“Ok, then you can just purse your lips together and do the best you can. And no teeth! If I feel any teeth, I’ll knock them out of your head. You got that?”

“I got it, sir,” I answered submissively. So much for my attempt to assert myself with this guy.

With his hand still in my hair, he stood upright again and guided my head toward his penis until he had inserted himself into my mouth once more. “Use your tongue,” he ordered.

While he held my head in position for me, I created a suction and began to massage him with my tongue. After a minute or so of that, I reached out and wrapped my arms around his flabby thighs so I could take over the initiative by bobbing my head in and out without his help.

“Oh yeah! Good going, kid!” The boss approved.

For the next few minutes then, I put the full extent of my training into practice. As I worked, I could tell that Fatso was enjoying my efforts because every so often I could feel him tremble inside. He also kept yelling at me.

“Oh yeah… you’re really good at this, kid.”

Oh yes,
I thought to myself.
This is why I’ve come to boarding school. So I can excel at everything I do.

After that, I guess I settled into a rhythm on him. I figured that this was probably all there was going to be to our encounter together, but I found myself taken off guard by the plans that this strange man had in store for me. It turned out that my genitals were dangling at a convenient proximity to his mouth. And I hadn’t expected it, but about the time I was beginning to slow down from exhaustion, my host surprised me by wrapping his lips around my penis and taking me into his mouth. Almost immediately I responded by doubling my efforts to get him off, and in no time he had gotten me hard again as I performed my service with a vengeance. After that, we both continued to work on the other and I never knew how he had managed it, but somehow he had worked out a way to time everything so that we both ejaculated at nearly the same moment.

“Wo!” I exclaimed with an enormous amount of satisfaction when it was all over. By now I had released my host completely so that my arms were once again hanging down past my head. As usual, I was depleted of my energy, but on this occasion I felt better than I usually did because the perspiration I normally generated during these sessions was being washed off of me by the shower.

“That was pretty good wasn’t it?” my host inquired of me.

Well what do you know?
I was actually charmed by the fact that Fatso seemed genuinely concerned over how I was feeling now. “Yes, sir!” I answered enthusiastically. This was certainly a new twist on what had become a very old routine to me.

* * *

After the water was turned off and I had been released from my bonds, I was left to dress alone in the guest room. Once I had my tie on again, I was unsuccessful it seemed in my search for a brush or a comb I could use to put my hair back into place. So instead, I toweled off my head and I did the best I could by using my fingers as a comb. When I was finished and I had my jacket on once more, I walked out of the guest room and made my way back to join the others who by this time were all waiting for me in the kitchen.

“Oh there you are,” Sweetie said when she saw me appear in the doorway. “You come right ahead and sit down here at the table next to your friend.” “Thank you,” I replied.
Doesn’t she ever stop smiling?
I wondered to myself. As I entered this small room, I could see that Matt was dressed again too and seated already at the kitchen table. So I walked across the linoleum and sat down in a chair next to my roommate.

“Your hair’s wet,” Matt said to me quietly and with some surprise. “I know,” I answered back softly. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but Matt’s demeanor just then seemed changed somehow from the way it had been only thirty minutes earlier. It was as if during the brief period we had been separated, a light bulb had been switched on inside of him and he was now more mature than he had been when we had first arrived at this couple’s apartment.

“So how was yours, Sweetie?” Fatso asked his wife. He was apparently not concerned about critiquing our performances while we were right there in the kitchen with him.

“Oh he’s wonderful. Very sexiful.” Sweetie then bent down and gave Matt a big kiss on his cheek. “I just love him to death.”

Shyly, Matt smiled. Even so, I could tell that my friend was pleased to have received this stamp of approval from our hostess.

“How was yours?” Sweetie asked her husband.

“This kid did a nice job. He’s got good lips and he gave me a really good one.” And then Fatso looked directly at me. “And I bet you loved the blow job I gave you too didn’t you, son?” Fatso then lowered his large hand into my damp hair and began to rub the top of my head as a gesture of his new-found admiration for me.

“Yes, sir,” I answered obsequiously.
Oh well, who the hell cares how my hair looks anyway,
I thought.

“Oh, that’s great, honey.” Sweetie was busy now at the oven as she worked to heat up something for us to eat. She then reached into the refrigerator and pulled out two bottles of beer, opened them, and placed the alcohol down on the table for Matt and me to drink. “We don’t want that buzz you boys have to get away just yet, now do we? So you two go ahead and start drinking those beers, and I’ll have some dinner ready for you in just a few minutes.”

Matt and I then looked at each other as we took our first swigs from the bottles. These two grown-ups were certainly not like any parents that either of us had ever known. Soon after that Sweetie placed a serving bowl on our table which was half filled with some sort of left-over casserole, and then she and her husband departed from the kitchen in order to give us a little time to ourselves. As soon as we were sure that we could speak freely again, Matt was quick to ask the first question.