AN ENGLISH SCHOOL ADVENTURE

BRITISH SCHOOL ADVENTURE by dale10

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Subject: British Summer Schoo! A few years back, I had a chance for several terms to teach a Summer School Theater program for young Americans Abroad, at a very well-known British University. I took the job not only because of the very good salary, and the prestige, but because of the tremendous amount of delicious boy ass I was promised. This is a true account. The Summer School was set up for high school boys from wealthy American families (mostly southern) who apparently did not want their children around. During the school year, they shipped them off to elite Boarding schools, and in Summer, they enrolled them in this "Summer Abroad" deal. A large number of these boys had social and emotional issues...and consequently sexual issues as well. I freely admit to you, my "special friends”, that each summer I would select one of the cutest and most troubled boys... one who needed affection and guidance, and turn him into a complete totally ruined fuckslut. My goal was always to see how low I could bring the boy during the course of one summer. If he went home a totally humiliated and degraded fucked up cocksucker, ass-fucked, abused, molested, pervert, then I felt happy. I was aided in my project by several circumstances. First, the boys were already considered "troubled," so if a boy turned out fucked up, it was obviously his own fault. Second, the British school itself was a hotbed of sexual corruption. One of the heads of this particular school, (British universities have a number of Quads or schools within the main university) was run by a ripe old pervert named Crutchly. Crutchly had an unusual hobby. He loved to take photographs of boys wrestling, first in nothing but their underpants, and eventually totally naked. I learned this, when one of the students of another teacher told me about it. Crutchly used not only students but local boys, boys of the faculty...any boys he could get his chubby old hands on. And get his hands on, he did. He would personally pose the teens in wrestling poses. He would make sure one boy's face was nestled in the dick and balls of the other boy. He would plant the face of one boy in the ass of another boy. Crutchly considered all of this "innocent fun." To my knowledge he never really harmed a boy, and he gave them m oney and extravagant gifts after a wrestling session. I recall seeing among Crutchly's collection a photo of two village boys with their faces buried deep in each other’s' asses. He also had several shots of one boy with the other boy's dick and balls in his mouth. Having Crutchly on my side during the summer sessions proved a true bonus. The idea of the course was that I would lecture about various shows playing in the West End, and then, I would take the boys into London via bus to see the plays. We also arranged tours of various important sights, including a trip at the end of term to Scotland. I am jumping ahead here, but I had some really good young Scottish thugs as sex mates in Edinburgh, and I would make the "chosen fuckboy" of the summer crawl under the kilts and suck their big uncut Scottish Dicks. The summer faculty and the boys lived in a large dorm, vacant for the summer. The faculty roomed at one end and had their own bathroom. The boys stayed on the other end and used a large bathroom and shower. I loved the old bathroom because in stead of urinals, it still had one of those troughs...so when the boys had to piss, you could easily see their teenage dicks. The shower was also an open area at the end of the room with a dozen or so shower heads. In order to "Keep the boys from roughhousing" some of us concerned teachers would monitor the boys when they showered in the morning and evening. This gave us a chance to see the teenagers totally naked with their healthy dicks and balls hanging and bouncing. We also got to judge their nice round smooth asses with their deep cracks. I might add, that I was not the only teacher who had taken the position for the purpose of boy ass. There were four others I know of, and two more whom I suspect did their boy fucking in private. On a number of occasions, those of us who were "working" the boys had two or three of them have wild sex together while we watched. We had parties, to which we invited Crutchly where our teenagers rolled around naked on the floor eating ass, fucking and sucking and even pissing on and in each other. And while Crutchly preferred younger teens and found the pubic and pit hair on our boys "offensive," he did enjoy the fact that we had turned healthy normal teenage boys on the cusp of manhood, into totally humiliated fuck sluts. Something about the corruption appealed to him, and to us as well.

To please Crutchly, I sometimes removed every single hair from the body of my chosen boy, even though he might be eighteen, thus increasing his humiliation and shame. As you know, my preoccupation with a boy, was not only to shove my dick into his cute mouth and stuff his adorable ass with my big dick. It was also to humiliate and degrade him as much as possible. I encouraged the other boys to bully him. I had him used by my thuggish pals in London. I made him appear nude or nearly nude at various public places. I totally broke him in mind and body. In this essay, I will recount my work with one particular boy named Lincoln or Link. My work with him was typical of how I shaped other boys during my summers at this British University.

Lincoln was a very very attractive just turned eighteen-year old who attended an elite private boy's school in Virginia. His parents who were too busy with their own lives to care about his, shipped him to camp or summer school each summer. He was extremely lonely and starved for affection. A perfect boy for me to "befriend." Link was a smart boy, and unlike many of the others, not much of a jock. I felt at once that he had submissive and perhaps gay tendencies. I should point out that because they were shipped away to Boys' Schools, most of these lads had little contact with cunt. Thus, most of them had never fucked cunt, even the now crzily horny seniors. Their testosterone had gone wild. They masturbated (when allowed) constantly. They told wild sex tales to each other. They surfed every perverted porn site on the internet. They walked around with full, throbbing, leaking teenage erections half the day. They also indulged in what I would all "HOMOSEXUAL HORSEPLAY!" They constantly wrestled, pushed, shoved and hugged each other. They would run up behind a boy and get him in a headlock and so on. All of these were substitutes for open sexuality. They played grab ass and testicle tug in the showers. The kinds of things you hear about boys doing on sports teams. I had learned how to refine this by finding a few really horny tough jock boys each year, and subtly encouraging them to take out their frustrations on my much weaker "chosen boy." Why? Well first because it was fun. Second because it made the boy grasp more desperately to the only person who seemed to understand and truly care about him...ME!

On the particular summer about which I am writing, once the boys had settled in and classes were a day or two old, I began my search. I read the files on all the boys. I monitored the showers frequently, so that I could see which boys had the largest hunks of teenage fuckmeat and also the most beautiful asses. I started to hang out with the boys outside of class, something all the faculty did, as we were together day and night. I was immediately taken with Link's ass, a round, tight, smooth bubble butt with a deep crack. He had just turned eighteen but looked quite a bit younger.  He had a beautiful face, which I could easily imagine being fucked by my big dick. And he had very nice tackle, a thick uncut boy pecker and nice, low hanging balls. This is important if you intend to do any cock and ball torture and abuse, which I indeed intended.

Now,  small dicked teen is fun for bullying, and I sometimes had the boys gang up on a kid with a small dick and constantly humiliate him. I allowed the boys to use Nick Names like "Dickless," "Clit Dick," and "Twat." When I found a small dicked boy, unusual things happened to him, like his clothing disappearing while he was in the shower, or a photo of him naked with his tiny dick being posted on the bulletin board. Wouldn't you know it, the small dicked teen would find his clothes and towel missing and have to run down the hallway naked to his room, with other boys watching. Then, he would find for some mysterious reason, his dorm room door was locked, and he could not get in. WOULD NO ONE HELP HIM? OF COURSE NOT! So, he had to go naked down to the faculty end of the dorm building to find me to use a passkey to open his room. I often had trouble finding the master key. Sometimes the boy was forced to stay naked for hours. While I searched for the key, I would counsel the boy. I would tell him he should not be ashamed of his tiny dick. I would tell him that I had encountered any number of boys his age with abnormally small baby dicks. It needn't stop him from having a good life. Of course, I did tell him that he probably would not be able to fuck cunt, as the girls would not only laugh at him, but probably wouldn't be able to feel the cock in their pussies, and so I advised him to consider a gay lifestyle, where he could suck cock and get fucked in the ass and thereby find at least some sexual pleasure. Of course, all of this was done with love and caring, and the poor small-dicked boys were pretty much totally ruined. I might add, that other faculty members often joined me in the abuse of small-dicked boys. I remember one summer, Crutchly took photos at a public swimming pool where the boys swam naked.  One of our small-dicked students jock but with a really tiny dick, standing naked next to a naked quite young boy from the village, and we pointed out to everyone how their dicks were about the same size. We even measured the dicks. The boy from our group was destroyed by the experience. The picture got posted all over campus, and someone even sent a copy home to the boy’s sister. What fun.

But for my personal "chosen boy" for the summer, I preferred a teenager with a nice big thick pecker that I could play with. A good ball bag for beating and twisting and abuse is also useful. So, I would carefully watch the teenage dicks and nuts swing and flop about as the boys showered and narrow down my choices. I also like a good set of nipples on a boy. Nipples I can clamp and twist and sandpaper and make incredibly sensitive, so sensitive the boy can't even stand to wear a shirt. Nipples, that with enough work, I could get to stand out over an inch by the end of the summer, making him feel even more like a freak.  And Link fit the bill perfectly. I struck up conversations with him after class about his hobbies and interests. And LO AND BEHOLD, I had many of the same interests. I remember the first time his eyes lit up at the realization that he had found someone with whom he could share and in whom he could confide and TRUST. I soon spent more and more time in his room, chatting and reading with him. His room was safer than bringing him to the faculty wing. Later, Crutchly found me a nice fuck room so that the grunts and groans, and moaning and begging of the boy would not be heard by others. His reward? He could watch through a peep hole in the wall. Crutchly informed me that many of the rooms in the boy's section had peep holes, so that an interested party could watch the boys masturbate at night. I was especially interested in the boys who would strip off entirely naked and play with their balls or even better their young teenage assholes while they pumped their hefty teen pricks. Several times, I stole scum soaked underwear from the rooms of the cuter, tougher boys and had sweet, innocent  Link suck the cum from the underpants. That was later of course, after the boy would do anything I asked. I provided pot, pills and alcohol for my sessions with Link, including of course, Viagra. At first, he refused but as he began to trust me more and more, he became a willing partner in "crime." I took him to some theater in London on our free nights, just to spend time with him. There is a place there I longed to take him, but I could not as of yet. I could not take him there until his mouth had had dick in it and his ass had been fucked. This was a very private English club. Charing Cross Road boasts many theaters, among them the Coliseum. This is where opera and ballet plays. If you take the street that runs along the side of the theater and then turn left to the very rear of the building, you will find an unmarked doorway with a steep stairway leading to a second (or first in English terms) floor. Another unmarked door up there leads to a very special Gay private restaurant and Gentleman's Club. The barman is young and very muscular and often completely naked. You can be sure he will have an enormous dick and balls. You can also be certain that he will make excellent drinks. The waiters are younger and slenderer, but also totally naked. The guest can feel free to cup their balls, feel their dicks or even finger fuck their sweet young assholes. They know what they are there for and are paid very well. They also put on shows for the guest. Slender, smooth twink boys are heartily fucked by big dicked muscle boys in their twenties. There are shows involving whips and chains and rough sex. There are shows involving animals. And then, there are also the gentler drag shows and shows where boys make passionate love to each other. Crutchly introduced me to the club one evening when he drove me into London to see a production of Wagner's “Twilight of the Gods.” It is considered improper for a boy to crawl under the table and suck off the gentlemen while they are eating. After all, great attention goes into the food. However, in the room where the members have cigars and drinks, naked boys are seen crawling around licking balls and assholes and sucking dicks to beat the band. One of my future plans was to take Link to this special club and have him perform in a show and perhaps suck-off fifteen or twenty men and get fucked by perhaps just as many. This would happen at the end of the summer, when the boy was well broken in, already almost ruined, and followed orders without question. Link and I would often lie on his single bed and watch programs on his lap top, as the rooms had no televisions. I took to lounging in just a pair of skimpy underpants. I could tell that Link was staring more and more at my huge dick lump. So, I made sure I was often half hard for the boy.

When my prick leaked, it left a large wet spot on the small underpants I wore. Link was terribly embarrassed but could not look away.  We grew closer and closer, and soon, without a word about it being spoken, we were lying like lovers. He would rest his head on my shoulder or my chest. I would massage him. I got him to strip to his underpants as well. That was very exciting for me. As you can see from the photo of Link, he had quite a nice teenage dick, and his ass was so incredibly fuckable, I could hardly keep my hands off it. As part of our nightly routine, I would massage his back. He knew full well of the erotic implications of what we were doing, and although I could tell he was very frightened, I could also tell that he wanted it. My massages went lower and lower and finally my hands kneaded and felt his young asscheeks. At this, he threw a tremendous hard on, leaking copiously into his underpants, a huge wet, sticky mess. Boys of eighteen or so leak fuck so beautifully, they just can’t control it.  I decided to test him, and for two nights did not initiate a massage. Finally, he asked me if I wasn't going to massage him anymore. That was the opening I needed. I asked him to remove his underpants, so I could give him a proper massage. Soon, I had his ass cheeks spread and was fingering his teenage virgin asshole. I then reached around and began to pump his hard dick. He turned his pretty face to me, and he kissed me. He kissed me first. I knew I had a live one here. We made out naked on the bed, and that first time, we simply sprayed our loads all over each other’s' bodies. He shot a huge load, of course, not at heavy and thick as mine. The single bed was awash with fuck slop slime. He was like a tiny trembling bird in my hands. He told me in a trembling voice that he had never thought about doing anything with a man before. I told him he probably had, but just didn't realize it. I massaged his full, soft as velvet, young nuts and his dick was soon hard a second time. I sucked his dick. Now, I have little or no interest in sucking boy dick. I want them to live between my legs, hungrily slurping on my fuckmeat and sack. But if it will get me where I want to go, I do not object to a little cocksucking, if the boy is young and adorable. He was so excited, he had no control and shot off seconds after I had his prick in my mouth. I kept his cum in my mouth and then proceeded to kiss him and feed him his own fuck. It was like he had lost his mind. His entire body was like a live wire, shaking and twitching. I licked and sucked his nipples, then I licked his balls. He didn't know what to do. I provided the answer.... he could return the favor. He said in a trembling voice that he didn't know how. WHAT ARE TEACHERS FOR? I taught him how to lick my balls and suck my dick. That was the first step toward his utter defilement. I soon had him eating my ass. In fact, I would sit on his face and read while he licked out my rectum for hours. He hung not only on my every word, but on my every mood, my every gesture. I started to give him subtle orders like telling him to not take a towel or clothing to the shower room. I told him to walk there and back totally naked. Of course, the other boys noticed this. I told him not to worry.

I still had not fucked him, but I began to introduce objects into his ass. A magic marker. A banana. A Candle. I'd make him fuck himself with these objects for hours at a time, until his asshole was raw and sore. If he didn't please me, I grew silent and cold toward him. He could not stand this for more than a day. My demands grew greater. I insisted he allow me to take photos of him naked. (the one included here is one of them.) I took photos of him masturbating, fucking his ass with objects and even pissing and shitting with his legs spread so I could catch every indignity. I allowed Mr. Crutchly to watch some of these games, and Link positively hated that.

One of the most fun things we did was to go into London and go to Old Compton Street. That is one of the Gay centers of the city. There is a store there on a corner that sells gay sex toys and erotic clothing. I had young Link go into the changing booth and try on a tiny little posing pouch that barely held his dick and balls. The gay dude who ran the store adored young Luke and allowed him to try on several items... as long as he could see the boy's body and ass and package. I kept telling the storekeeper that the pouches were too large, and I wanted something smaller. Link was embarrassed beyond belief and kept begging me to stop. the store keeper produced a pouch of thin silk-like material that was almost transparent. It was so tiny that the entire root of Link's dick showed above the pouch and the teenager's scrotum flesh could easily be seen on the sides of the pushed-out tiny piece of material. His ass was totally naked. Link was so humiliated; he had started to cry. You know how I love to see a teenage boy cry. I told him to walk around the store and model the pouch. We had gathered quite a fair number of rather nasty looking muscular gay dudes to watch. The things they said to the still anally virgin Link are unmentionable. Most of them offered him nice thick pricks up his cute little ass. Some suggested that he needed a nice spanking or a rather harsh beating with a crop or whip. Some suggested clamps to his tender teenage boy titties. Link came to me and begged me to allow him to get dressed. I told him that would be fine. Unfortunately, all of his clothing and his shoes had been taken to the Old Compton Pub about two streets down. He would have to walk down there barefoot in his new pouch to claim his clothes. The street was crawling with cruising gay men. Fifteen or twenty stood outside every pub knocking back beers and checking out the merchandise. You can imagine the impact my eighteen-year old little fuck toy made! Oh, at first, he absolutely refused. Then I told him it was a test to see if he really cared about me. I told him I had invested lots of time and effort and love on him. I told him I truly wanted to be his, but I was unsure of his loyalty. Maybe he was just a teenage boy who loved to taunt and tease older men.

He cried even harder and said he really loved me. He used that word. I told him if he did, then he would prove it to me by strutting proudly down the street to claim his clothes. I said he could at no time cover his dick and balls. I have to say, it was one of the highlights of those years. I had not gotten as deeply into boy training, as I am now. I was more sort of playing with the boys I could get... pushing their limits. Poor young Link almost had a nervous breakdown that night, but he walked the street.  I splashed a few drops of beer onto the pouch and the fucking silk thing turned almost transparent. Now his entire dick could be seen clearly. I had to stop the men on the road from fondling, pinching and grabbing him, fucking him right there on the street. That would come on a later adventure in London, where I would literally throw the boy to a pack of human wolves to be gang-fucked relentlessly. But first I had to destroy his self- esteem.