Paul Towers was very nervous as he entered the office of

Doctor Weller,

the head doctor at Lakeland Academy. Doctor Weller was not

strictly a doctor

anymore. He had lost his license to practice medicine when

he was found by

the police with his dick up the ass of a thirteen year old

schoolboy

patient. In defense of Dr. Weller, the boy was beautiful

and any big dicked,

red blooded pervert would want to fuck his tiny sweet

bubble butted ass. The

fact that the kid was a virgin only made the hole

stretching more potent.

The boy had come in for a physical with is mom, and as Mom

sat in the outer

office, Dr. Weller had the boy strip totally naked and then

drugged him.

While the kid was half out of it, Dr. Weller played with

the nicely

developing prick and smooth hairless ball bag. That led to

some fingering of

the virgin asshole, and then, Dr. Weller just had to get

his eight inches up

that tiny boycunt. As it would happen, another patient

looking for the

men's room opened the wrong door and saw Dr. Weller balls

deep up the ass of

the boy and called the police. The men in blue arrived with

unusual

punctuality and interrupted the good Doctor before he could

even unload up

the agonized kid's pink boypussy.





In other words, Dr. Weller was just the kind of man

Lakeland Academy

wanted. Paul Towers was nervous whenever he had to have

dealings with the

sadistic, perverted medical man. But this day was special.

Paul Towers had







been at Lakeland for three years. During that time he had

been fucked over

one thousand times. He had also sucked over three thousand

cocks. The really

cute boys at Lakeland were kept busy most of the day and

night. They didn't

even have time for the foolish formality of classes or

workshops. And as for

rehab.forget it. It was their mouths and asses that the

teachers at

Lakeland set about training. That and breaking the wills of

the boys. Paul

had been broken and rebuilt to be the kind of cocksucking

fuckboy that the

faculty was proud of. He also displayed a talent for

sadism. So, today was

the day that Paul Towers was going to go from student to

Prefect at

Lakeland. After today he would be working for the school,

in charge of a

number of boys. His job.to make life hell for the lads in

any way he

could. The more he hurt and tortured, humiliated and abused

the boys in his

charge, the more highly he would be thought of by his

superiors.





Paul was dressed in a sport's coat, shirt and tie for his

final

interviews. He need to get a physical from Dr.Weller. He

shyly poked his

head into the room. The look on his handsome young face

said it all. He was

scared and totally humble before the sadistic doctor.





"Well, well, well, if it isn't little cocksucker Paul

Towers. Come on in,

Cunt. I haven't fucked your ass in almost a year. MY, my,

you have grown up.

You must be what, all of seventeen now. As I remember you

had a nice tight







pussy. I'll bet that isn't the case anymore. I know our

fine young

Headmaster likes lean muscular boys like you, and I'll just

bet he opened

you up so you could deliver a fucking baby from your

cunthole. I am sorry

that I have not seen you this past year, but you know I

fancy the younger

lads, and I have been so fucking busy fucking! Ha ha."

Dr. Weller fancied

himself something of a comedian.





"So you are going to be a prefect, huh? If I pass you on

your medical

exam. That means you will be able to bully the little cunts

instead of being

bullied. Lucky you. I guess passing this medical is really

important, eh?"





"Yes, sir!" They were the first words Paul uttered

since entering the

room Paul Towers had darkly handsome good looks. His

family had Intalian

and Latino blood in their background, and the best of both

came out in this

muscular young man. At fourteen, he had been arrested for

selling drugs to

some middle school boys and had been sent to Lakeland. His

first day at the

school, he had been forced to suck thirty-two dicks.

Everybody it seems had

wanted to try out his pretty, soft, young mouth. His ass

was opened soon

after by the Headmaster himself.





Well, what are you fucking waiting for, Christmas? Get

those clothes off

and let me see how you have been developing this last year.

Is your dick

still rather small. I recall it was nothing to write home

about. No

cuntfucker if I remember correctly. It is so difficult to

remember when one







has so many teenage cocks to consider. I fucked a new boy

just the other

day.thirteen and he has over seven inches of fuckmeat,

would you believe

it? That is going to be so much fun to play with. And we

have a new Nigger,

did you hear? Hung like a fucking horse and shy and

perfect to abuse. I'll

see what I can do to put him under your charge.if you

pass your physical

of course. Come on, don't dawdle, get naked."





Paul Towers stripped bare assed naked in front of the

perverted doctor. It

was nothing new by this time. He had spent most of the last

three years

naked. Still, he hesitated when he got to his undershorts.

one never knew

what new sadistic tricks the doc had up his sleeve or in

his pants. It felt

strange to be wearing underwear again. The boys at Lakeland

were not allowed

to wear underwear, except for special occasions such as the

visit of a big

shot politician who liked boys in underpants.





"Get those panties off and show me your fuckhose!"

Paul stripped down the blue boxer/briefs. He heard the

doctor laugh.





"Oh my God, it really is not very large is it. I mean,

you have grown in

every other way. But your cock is really more like a clit

than a dick, isn't

it?" Paul said nothing. He just stood there letting the

doctor look at his

rather small cock. He didn't cover himself. He knew better

than to do that.

"I SAID YOUR DICK IS MORE LIKE A CLIT, ISN'T IT" The

doctor screamed

suddenly.





"YES SIR. MY DICK IS SMALL AND REALLY MORE LIKE A CLIT."

"YOU COULD NEVER FUCK CUNT WITH THAT, COULD YOU?"







"NO SIR, IT'S MUCH TO SMALL TO EVER FUCK A CUNT."





The doctor smiled. "Good. I see you learned some

manners in the past

year. You might make prefect yet. Let's get a piss sample,

and then we'll

take a look at you with the cunt spreader."





Meanwhile, Jasper, the only Black boy at Lakeland was

having an

eye-opening first day. He now knelt naked in what was

called "THE CUNT

ROOM."





The Cunt Room was the Bathroom. In most school it would

be called the

Boys Room, or the Girls Room. But at Lakeland it had been

affectionately

named The Cunt Room. The Boys at Lakeland were not allowed

to ever piss or

shit without permission. And they were always monitored

when they did so.

That was so they could not play with their dirty little

clits, and also so

that the clients and sponsors of the school who liked to

watch boys shit and

piss could enjoy the activity with the boy.





Jasper, who had been forced to crawl down to the Cunt

Room from the

Cafeteria, could not believe his eyes.





The boys, stood in a line, all of them totally bare ass

naked. They were

forced to stand so close to each other their their young

dicks brushed up

against the bodies of the boys in front of them. Because

there were very

little boys as well as strapping teens of nineteen in the

line, some of the

older boys fat cocks rubbed against the backs or necks of

little boys in

line in front of them. They stood this way in a body

rubbing line, arms at







sides not speaking. They knew the routine. Proctors kept

the line moving.

As the boy's moved forward, they spread their young legs to

straddle a

trough or drain that ran the length of the room. Spreading

their legs

allowed the guests seated on bleachers to view the teenage

swinging balls

and the pretty young hunks of fuckmeat. In attendance this

morning was the

Sheriff of the county, a state Senator, and two prominent

businessmen, among

others. They studied each boy with keen interest, trying to

decide which boy

they would like to have for the day to play with.





When a boy reached the front of the line, directly

opposite the guests, he

would squat over the trough. Then he would shout at the top

of his lungs.

"PISSING." and he would piss. Piss shot out of the

teenage cock. The boy

was not allowed to touch himself. The guests leaned in

closer to study the

pissing teenage dick. Then the boy would shout out,

"SHITTING," and he would

squeeze until the tip of a turd appeared at his asshole.

Cameras in the

trough captured the shitlog forcing it's way out of the

teen boy asshole and

projected it up on two giant screens. The boy squatted and

grunted shitting

out three long large turds. Then he stood up and did a most

unusual thing.

He bent over from the waist and reaching back, spread his

young smooth ass

cheeks. A Proctor handed the next boy in line three small

squares of toilet

paper. The next boy in line had the duty to wipe the shitty

ass of the boy







in front of him. The school called this bonding! With only

three thin

squares of toilet paper, the wiping boy had to make sure

every swipe was

carefully planned. After cleaning the ass, the boy in front

moved off to the

showers, which all boys took every time they shat, and the

next boy would

squat to do his duty. To keep the entire process

manageable timewise, there

were three such lines and three troughs in the big room.





Jasper could not believe the perverted sickness of the

entire sight. How

could he be expected to shit and piss in this manner? A

proctor standing

next to him, kicked him in the nuts, but only hard enough

to get his

attention.





"Every boy at Lakeland has chores to do as well as going

to social rehab

classes. You have to pay for your crimes against society.

Your job, Nigger

will be to work here, in the Cunt Room. Someone has to

clean the shit out of

the troughs when the boys have finished. That's going to be

your job. You'll

be using your nigger hands to pick up the shit and dump it

down the drain.

Don't complain, Nigger, you could be using your mouth!"





After all the boys had finished shitting and pissing,

Jasper's job was

further explained to him. One boy was assigned to each shit

trough. One of

the other boys was Asian and one was Latino. Obviously

there was lots of

racial prejudice at Lakeland. The were naked and looked

subdued and humble.





"We could turn on the water and just flush the shit and

piss down, but our







Headmaster feels this is an appropriate job for nigger scum

like you. so

what you do, is climb on down into the trough, and pick up

the shit and

crawl with it to the drain at the end and dump it, simple,

right?"





Jasper could not stand the stink of the boys' shit. It

was overpowering.

He wanted to puke. Then the prefect threw a tape measure to

Jasper.





"Oh yeah, the Headmaster has a little welcome task for

you. Just to see

how well behaved you are. Until further notice, he wants

you to measure each

turd before you dump it. Here's a pad of paper and a

pencil. Just measure

how long each shit log is and how big around in the middle.

Record that

data, and then dump the turd and move on to the next one.

Do a good job and

Be accurate, the cameras are watching you. Jesus, Nigger,

you got a big

fucking dick! When you crawl, it's gonna get dragged

through all that boy

shit!" The prefect laughed and rubbed his own prick bulge

in his white

pants.





Jasper wanted to die. But his horror was just beginning.