Boarding School (17 page)

As I breathed hard and coughed and just hung there in the guy’s arms, I glanced quickly at Matt and saw that, like me, virtually all of his strength was now gone from his body and he was only on his feet still because he was continuing to be held there by the bigger kid behind him. Blood was trickling down onto his chin from one corner of his mouth, and he looked to me as if he was about to pass out. Then, since I apparently hadn’t been beaten enough, I took another blow to my stomach and one more to my face.

“Ohoof! Uh!” That was it for me. I couldn’t raise my head any longer to see what was going on. I had nothing left.

“Ok,” the leader spoke again. “Drop ’em in.”

With that I felt myself being let go and shoved backwards until I landed sprawled out on my back in the puddle behind me. An instant later, I could hear Matt splash down as well.

“Ok, let ’em lay there for a minute while the rest of you guys get yourselves into your positions,” the leader ordered.

As I lay there dazed and no longer able to move on my own, I could feel the water that I was now lying in lapping against my ears. It was at this moment when I found myself wishing for the leader to hit me again. I figured one more good punch would be all it would take to knock me out completely and end this awful night once and for all. But I soon found that I was not going to be so lucky. It turned out that the beatings that Matt and I had just sustained had been intended merely to soften us up for the real event which was yet to come.

The next thing I remember was feeling the hands from two of them wrap around my wrists and pull me up into a sitting position. Now I felt even weaker. Immediately, my head flopped forward as if it were attached to my body by a long string. The two who had pulled me up then each placed a palm on my back behind my shoulders, and gripped my upper arms with their other hands, so they could hold me up and keep me from falling back into the puddle again. Then a third guy got down on his knees behind me and brought his hands up on either side of my head so he could take large hunks of my wet and dry hair into his fingers. He then placed the heels of his hands against my temples and pulled back on my hair.

“Uh!” I groaned as I felt my skull being raised up by these fingers and hands which were now clamped tightly over the top of my head. When the repositioning of my head had finally stopped, I discovered that, from my new angle of view, I was being made to look directly at the lower half of the leader’s body as he was still standing in front of me.

Once these guys had my spent body and head set up the way they wanted, I took the opportunity to glance over at Matt. As Matt’s eyes shifted slowly and locked onto mine, I could see right away that the other four were handling him in the same way that I was being manipulated. I could see water dripping from the ends of the hair on the back of his head and it made me realize that water was probably still dripping from the hair on the back of my head as well. I also noticed that as his head and body were being held up for him, his mouth was hanging open a bit, while Matt’s face stayed absolutely expressionless. To me, he looked as if he were waiting at death’s door. His appearance at that moment shook me right to my soul, and I’ve been haunted by this image of him for all of these years since. They had really worked us over.

Suddenly, my attention was called back to what was taking place in front of me, by the sound of a zipper being pulled down on a pair of blue jeans. I aimed my eyes forward again in time to watch in horror as the leader pulled off his pants and displayed for me his perfectly formed erection.

“How ’bout this, huh?” he stated with pride.

“Oh shit!” Matt blurted out, wearily.

At that same moment, I heard the sound of another zipper going down. I looked over at Matt again and this time I saw him staring in fear at the apparent erection which was now being wagged in front of him. I say apparent, because from where I was sitting, I could only see the guy’s bare ass at this moment.

“All right, listen up!”

The leader had my full attention again.

“If you two thought that what we did to you little guys earlier this week was just a one-time thing—think again. The reason why we’re all getting together here tonight is so we can show you two a couple of undeniable truths about how your lives here at the Academy are gonna be from now on. One… whenever we want you, we’re gonna have you. And two… we’re gonna have you all the time now.”

What happened next was the biggest shock of my life, and I suppose it added to our growing feelings of hopelessness. The leader then stepped back so we could both see him better, and then he removed his Halloween mask which signaled to the others to do the same. We couldn’t believe our eyes. The leader was in fact, the school’s head proctor and the guy standing in front of Matt was our head waiter.

Everyone there saw the shock on our faces. “Kind of surprisin’ ain’t it?” The guy holding onto my hair then peered around from behind me to reveal that he was the proctor from our dorm. And the rest of them were guys that we recognized mostly as leading students or athletes some of whom, coincidentally, just happened to be seated with us at our table in the dining hall. In fact two of these guys were also the upperclassmen who lived in rooms one and four on our own dormitory floor. Yes, that meant that “the Block” was one of them—small wonder I guess.

If there was any doubt about our prospects before, it was clear now that our futures were doomed. The power that these guys wielded on our campus was second only to that of the teachers. And in a lot of ways, these guys could do more. Matt and I each gave the other a fearful glance. Neither of us had been prepared for this. I kept expecting the headmaster or some teacher to suddenly show up and save us from these lunatics. And I couldn’t understand how nobody on the school’s staff seemed to know anything about these guys. Then, the leader continued his pronouncements.

“And don’t either of you think that there’s anyone you can run to for help once this night is over. If you speak about any of this to anyone outside of the eight of us you see here now, I promise you we’ll make sure that both of you little guys wish that you had never been born. And that goes for trips into town too. From now on you’re restricted to staying here. No more trips to town or anywhere else without my approval. Understand me?”

The leader then paused for dramatic effect. Neither of us dared at this moment to say anything in response.

“All right,” the leader continued. “So tonight, you little guys are gonna give all of us blow jobs. And don’t forget, none of us want to feel any teeth. If we feel any teeth, we’ll knock ’em out of your heads. Ya got that?”

I looked down at the ground in front of me and closed my eyes. This was not something I wanted to have to go through again. But before I could have a chance to wallow in my own self-pity, the leader reached out and squeezed my cheeks together with one of his hands and then tilted my face up so I would be forced to look at him straight in the eyes. “I said, you got that, Adams?” “Uh huh,” I answered obediently.

“Good!” he replied. And with that, the leader tilted my head down a bit so I could look straight ahead again, and then I watched him bend his knees so he could squat down a little to line himself up better. “Yeah, this ought’a be real good,” he proclaimed while he still held my face in his hand, and then he forcibly plunged his penis into my mouth.

The shock of having all of that in my mouth again rattled me for a moment. He was big and as it had been for me with the Artist, at first he went down my throat too far and caused me to gag.

“Purse your lips!” he demanded as he adjusted himself to make me more comfortable.

There was nothing I could do other than obey. I still had no strength of any kind in my body. So as I struggled to form my lips around his penis in the way he was expecting, the three who were holding me then began to ungulate my body and head so that my lips could stroke the leader in along his shaft, and then back out again.

“Aaahhhh! That feels great!”

The leader approved of my efforts. I didn’t care.

“Make ’em harder. Purse your lips more, and make ’em harder,” he ordered.

“Ugk!”

As the leader’s cock filled my mouth, and as I continued to feel myself being rocked forward and back by the others around me, I suddenly heard a sound which caused me to gaze over at Matt again. When I saw him, I saw that the head waiter had just shoved his engorged penis into Matt’s mouth, and just like me Matt was now having his depleted body and head moved forward and back for him by the other three guys who were huddled around him.

It was hard for me to see Matt as he sat there so helplessly. It was also hard for me to see how easily these bastards were manipulating him to satisfy their own perverse desires. I could barely stand to see how firmly that upperclassman had stuffed his dick into my friend’s mouth. But as Matt’s eyes glanced over and connected again with my own, it was harder still for me to realize that my friend was now watching me succumb to the same abuse.

The whole experience was demoralizing as hell. Now that I’ve had some years to think about it, I’ve decided that breaking our spirits had been their plan all along. The defiant attitudes that Matt and I had adopted after our first encounters with these guys in the gym now seemed absurd. The events of this night demonstrated to both of us quite clearly that, without a doubt, neither of us was strong enough to help the other and also, neither of us was capable in any way of preventing these bigger kids from doing with us whatever they pleased.

As we sat there in our puddles, all battered and bruised and in more pain from our beatings than either one of us had ever felt in our lives—then or since—and as we both continued to be handled by these guys gathered around us in a way that was intended to cause the penises in our mouths to ejaculate, I kept my eyes fixed on Matt as tears began to slide down his cheeks. The sight of him crying made me aware of the tears which I was also shedding. I guess both of us seeing the other going through this same awful experience at the same time had something to do with it. Because at that moment I could see in my roommate’s eyes that the same thought which had just struck me was now in his mind as well.

Our bodies, in fact our very lives, were no longer our own. From this night on, it was abundantly clear to us both, that for the remainder of our existence on this earth, the only role in life that we would be allowed to have would be that of sex slaves. And this thought, as it turned out two weeks later, was exactly what these upperclassmen assholes had wanted Matt and me to believe about ourselves. In this strange and detached world in which we were all now living, these eight upperclassmen had proven their dominance and were now engaged in the act of reaping from us the spoils of their victory over us.

After that, all ten of us seemed to settle into a steady rhythm as Matt and I resigned ourselves to having our bodies rocked forward and back for us so our lips could keep stroking the penises which filled our mouths. Even if we could somehow have found the strength to fight back, we knew now that we would never again try to defy these guys. The price for doing so, frankly, was just too high. Their beating had nearly destroyed us. And because we had been defeated so completely, we knew now with certainty that life for us would never be the same. As it was, it took all of the strength I could manage to keep my lips rigid, and I had no doubt that the same was true for Matt.

For a while then, I just sort of set myself on automatic. Since the three guys holding me were doing all the work, I just tried to relax and allow them to use me as much as they wanted. Before long an odd feeling of peace seemed to come over me. As I thought about this new rush of good will, I decided that it was my reward for accepting my rightful role in this new world as a submissive. I then looked over at Matt and observed that like me, he had stopped crying and was now looking unfazed by it all as well. So our transformation, it seemed, was complete. The boys we had been at the beginning of the evening were now dead and we had emerged from the water reborn. From this night on, Matt and I belonged to the upperclassmen. And without question, this new fact in our minds we now held as incontrovertible. A short while later, the time had come for the leader to climax. He strained and breathed quickly in the usual ways until I could begin to feel his penis pump his semen into my mouth. Then I heard him let out a long sigh, and he was finished with me.

By now I felt as if I was an old pro at this stuff, so the experience didn’t seem to disgust me as much as it had that night in the gym. But when he pulled himself out of my mouth, the guy behind me suddenly yanked back hard on my hair which forced my face to tilt upward again so I could see the leader’s face as it now filled my view.

“Swallow it!” he demanded.

“Auh!” I gasped. The way that the guy behind me was pulling my head back was not only painful, but he was making it harder for me to do as I was being ordered.

“I said swallow it! I wanna see that Adam’s apple move,” the leader barked.

“Ah!… Ah!… Urn!” I swallowed. “Good! Good boy.”

Finally some praise. Instantly then the guy behind me relaxed his tension and tilted my head back down a bit so I could look straight ahead again.

“Swallow it!” the head waiter was now demanding of Matt.

I glanced over quickly and saw that Matt’s group was doing the same to him.

“Ah!… Um!” Matt swallowed too.

“All right!” the head waiter then acknowledged. “Way to go.”

And so it was one down and three more to go for both of us. I tried to get Matt’s attention by staring at him, but he seemed more intent now upon preparing himself for the next penis. Then, in a move which I now understand was orchestrated to obliterate any remaining threads of independence we might still have possessed, I got slapped hard across my face.

“Auhauh!” I cried out in pain.

“You forgot to suck!” the leader yelled at me. “In the gym we taught you that you’re supposed to suck when you give a guy a blow job, and you didn’t suck me off just now.”