Lakeland Dark

The boys poured into the cafeteria/assembly hall at

Lakeland Academy. It was

lunch time. At one end of the room was a raised dais upon

which was a table

for the faculty and counselors. The rest of the room

contained long tables

and benches each of which seated eight boys. One of the

unusual things about

the benches is that here and there there were dildos

sticking up out of the

wooden seats. There were punishment seats. Boys being

disciplined were

required to eat lunch impaled on dildos ranging from seven

to twelve inches.

These boys were required of course to remove their shorts

or jeans while

eating. The dildo seats were placed so that the faculty

could enjoy the site

from their position on the dais. The boys stood at

attention until the

entire faculty were seated. Then they were allowed to sit.

The boys all sat

at one time, so the lads who had to sit on the dildos were

forced to sit

quickly and shove the rigid rubber cocks up their tender

young asses in one

shove. You could hear grunts of pain coming from various

areas of the room.

The other boys did not laugh or make fun of the impaled

boys. They knew all

too well the agony and humiliation of being "Pegged" for

lunch.

 

 

 Certain of the boys were designated "Kitchen Boys." All

of the lads at

Lakeland had chores to perform, and kitchen boys were no

exception. They

served the meals and helped the chef cook the food and

washed the dishes.

Kitchen boys were eleven to thirteen years old. They served

the food naked.

 

 

 

On special occasions they wore a small bow tie and perhaps

a short apron,

but not on ordinary days. Their young pale pink bodies and

sweet asses

pleased the faculty no end. More than a few of the boys got

their ass cheeks

squeezed as they set plates of food down at the faculty

table. Some of the

boys had to endure having their tiny dicks and nuts yanked,

or their nipples

tugged. A few of the faculty members ordered boys to report

to their

chambers after lunch for some private counseling. At

Lakeland that of course

meant for a boy...sucking dick or getting fucked.

 

 

The boys serving looked scared. To drop a dish or spill

food was

punishable by sadistic torture such as having thumb tacks

forced into the

soles of your young feet and being forced to walk that way

for an entire

day. The boys balanced huge heavy trays of food, and their

small naked

bodies glistened with sweat.

 

 

After serving the faculty, the Kitchen Boys served the

students. The boys

at Lakeland used no utensils when they ate. That was

considered too

dangerous. They had metal dog dishes filled with food set

before them, and

at a signal, they plunged their cute young faces into the

bowls and

slobbered up the food like animals. They were not allowed

to use their hands

in any way.

 

 

Some of the faculty had boys under the table sucking

their dicks and

licking their balls. This was most embarrassing to the

boys. Everyone knew

 

 

 

that to be a boy at Lakeland meant to be used and abused

sexually. But to

have to perform in front of the other boys was particularly

humiliating.

 

 

The faculty of the reform school was made up of

psychotics and perverts,

many of them taken out of high security prisons. Their

terms were dismissed

in return for them taking up positions at Lakeland. Of

course their behavior

was monitored as strongly as that of the boys. Most of the

faculty members

were men who had molested boys or abused them in some way

in private life.

 

 

The boys were totally at their sadistic mercy. One

beautiful thirteen year

old set down a plate before Mr. Geller, the English

Teacher. Mr. Geller

hauled off and whacked the boy across the face as hard as

he could. The boy

flew across the room and slammed into the wall. The rest of

the faculty

carried on conversation as if nothing out of the ordinary

had happened. In

fact nothing out of the ordinary had happened. The poor

boy's nose was

bleeding and his face started to swell up. Mr. Geller

snapped his fingers

and the naked teen scrambled to his feet and staggered back

to his place at

the faculty table. Mr. Geller looked at the blood running

out of the boy's

nose, squeezed his hardening dick in his trousers, and

placed a well aimed

punch right into the recently matured scrotum of the abused

boy. The kid

crumpled to the floor. Mr. Geller took one foot and placed

it on the boys

dick and nuts and stomped as hard as he could from a seated

position.

 

 

 

 The boys eating their lunch never looked up. It was

unwise to look up.

Unwise to do anything other than follow orders. They ate

their disgusting

tasting oatmeal like lunch.

 

 

Some of the faculty glanced with amused interest at the

menus for the day.

While they ate sumptuously prepared food, the boys were

given healthy but

foul tasting crap. Each day some secret ingredient was

added to the food as

a little joke played upon the unsuspecting boys. Today, the

oatmeal like

porridge contained horse cum. The school contained a fully

functional farm

for various animal/boy related activities, and the ten

stallions were milked

daily. The cum was stored and then used in cooking the

boys' food. It was a

little joke that the faculty could share. Sometimes shit

was put into the

food, or spit, or other fun ingredients.

 

 

As the boys finished their meal, Headmaster Sam Garner

stood and raped the

table for silence.

 

 

"Boys, we have a special treat in store for you today.

We have a new

addition to our little family. A new addition I think you

will be delighted

to meet. Let's make him feel really at home. Just as you

boys know because

of your misbehavior and anti-social behavior, you are the

scum of the earth.

In the same way, there is scum even lower than you. Hard to

believe?There is

pond scum beneath the scum. Some form of boy even lower

than you? Something

for you to abuse and degrade and take out your frustrations

on. We know you

 

 

 

boys get frustrated from time to time. So here is some scum

for even you to

detest and degrade. Meet Jasper!"

 

 

At Sam's signal, one of the muscular young prefects

dressed in white

tight tee shirt and tight ass and dick hugging trousers,

tugged two strings

he held in his beefy hand.

 

 

A delighted gasp came from the mouths of the boys as the

strings proved

to be pulling a naked black teenager on roller skates.

 

 

Jasper was totally naked, hands tied behind his back. His

feet were

strapped in a pair of old fashioned roller skates. Fish

hook like things

were impaled through his meaty teenage nipples at attached

to strings and he

was being pulled by these.His face was a mask of pain and

humiliation. His

big black dick swung as he rolled into the room. The boys

cheered and

applauded.

 

 

"Boys, look at the new nigger joining our school! Look

at that big fat

nigger dick swing as he rolls in. Look at that thick animal

fuckmeat boys!

That nigger wants to fuck your little white sisters in the

cunt. That is

what he lives for. He is a black motherfucking piece of

shit, boys. Look at

those big eyes rolling in pain, you can see the whites all

around..like in a

fucking nigger cartoon. And look at those thick lips. Those

thick pickaninny

lips will be sucking lots of dick boys...maybe even some of

yours if you are

good boys."

 

 

Jasper was sobbing in pain and humiliation. Not only were

his nipples

 

 

 

stretched horribly from his muscular teenage chest as he

was pulled around

the room by his tits, but the fact that these boys were

jeering at him and

now spitting on him was destroying him.

 

 

"That's right boys, spit on the nigger! Let him know who

is boss. Even

you boys, the shit scum of the earth are better than any

nigger. It's just a

fact of life." Then Sam signaled the prefect who tugged the

strings harder

and the nigger teen felt his feet roll out from under him

and he slammed

down hard onto the floor onto his muscular ass. The room

exploded in

laughter. These boys had such little joy in their tortured

lives, that this

was a rare treat indeed.

 

 

 The prefect untied Jasper's hands, and the black teen

sat there on the

floor in a daze.

 

 

"When you sit, nigger, you keep your legs spread wide so

those fucking

cum filled nigger sacks are on display." Jasper did have

huge balls.

"I want you boys to help me. And if you help me, you know I

can help you. I

can make things easier here for boys who help. How can you

help? I don't

want our nigger boy here to unload those fucksacks without

permission. If

any boy here catches him emptying his dick and balls you

report him at once.

I don't want that nigger cumming without permission. Play

with your dick,

Nigger. Sit there like you were on the plantation and play

with your dick

for us."

 

 

 jasper, tears running down his handsome face, put one

hand down to his

 

 

 

thick black prick and started to squeeze and rub it.

 

 

"God damn it Nigger, put some enthusiasm into it, or do

you want us to

have you dragged around the cafeteria by your tits?"

 

 

'I should like to see that," Mr. Wellington, the history

teacher said.

 

 

 "Come on boys, don't stop spitting on him. You may leave

your tables to

go spit on the new spearchucking black boy."

 

 

Gobs of saliva covered Japser's ebony skin. Spit dripped

from his chin

and ran down his muscular chest. It stung the open wounds

of his pierced

nipples. His face was covered in spit. It clogged his nose

and coated his

lips. He pulled frantically at this cock, trying to get a

response from it.

 

 

"What's the matter Nigger, can't get it hard? Is that

because there are no

six year old white girls here for you to molest? For you to

rip open with

your big black mule dick? Motherfucking freak!"

 

 

In spite of the abuse, Jasper's dick did start to

thicken. He was a

teenager after all, and teenage dicks are hard almost

constantly anyway.

 

 

"Stand up, Sambo...show the boys that huge fuckhose.

Show us how you

jungle bunnys beat off."

 

 

The roller skates had been taken off of his large

feet, and jasper now

struggled to stand. He stood there jerking on his fat

teenage fuckmeat, spit

running down his smooth dark body. His big balls danced in

their fleshy

sack.

 

 

"Spread those legs more. I want to see those nuts

swinging. Think about

the last little white cunt you fucked!"

 

 

 

 Jasper's dick was up full now, a throbbing giant of a

prick, out of place

on a teen's body. It leaked pre-fuck from the wide piss

hole. His breathing

grew ragged and his chest rose and fell. He would soon

shoot his load.

 

 

 "All right Nigger. Stop!" The order rang through the

cafeteria.

 

 

 Jasper stood there, his hands at his sides, as his thick

black dick

bobbed and throbbed and strings of fucksnot ran from the

piss slit.

 

 

"That's a good Nigger. You don't cum without permission.

But we are being

rude to our new guest. He has not had his lunch. Nigger boy

here needs some

lunch. " Sam snapped and a naked pre-teen entered with a

plate full of fried

chicken.

 

 

"Just what niggers love. Fried chicken. Yummy!" The room

was now filled

with wild laughter.

 

 

The plate was set on the floor at Jasper's feet. Then

Sam Garner snapped

his fingers again and three muscular prefects stepped up

and unzipped their

tight trousers.

They hauled out dicks that were easily seven inches soft.

They grew to nine

or ten hard. The boys knew this from having the cocks

thrust up their small

asses. The prefects tugged at their own hunks of fuckmeat

as the room grew

silent. The fat fuckers grew hard at once and started to

leak. No one spoke

as the prefects beat their cocks, standing there next to

the terrified

nigger teen. Then one by one, the prefects unloaded,

sending cascades of

 

 

 

fuckslop down onto the chicken, coating it with slimy

sperm. Clots of cum

and drooling rivers of spunk coated the fried chicken. Each

of the three

prefects had a really huge load.

 

 

"Well, what are you waiting for, Nigger. Why don't you

eat your lunch?"

Sam asked, and the faculty pounded the table in delighted

glee.

 

 

Jasper looked down at the cum coated mess. He wanted to

puke.

 

 

"Don't forget your father, Jigaboo, and what can happen

to him. Now eat

your lunch like a good little Nigger!"

 

 

Jasper had no choice. He fell to his knees and reached

down and picked up

a piece of cum coated chicken. He brought it to his mouth

and gagged.

 

 

'You puke and so help me, you will lick it up. The boys

here know that

rule, don't you boys?"

 

 

"Yes, Sir!" the boys chanted as one, all their eyes

glued to Jasper and

the chicken.

 

 

Jasper took a bite of the fuckslop coated chicken. It

tasted terrible. Cum

covered his lips and dripped into his mouth. The cum

squirted this way and

that as he bit into the foul fowl meat. His salty tears

mingled too with the

taste of the spooge and the chicken. He ate it in front of

the cheering boys

and the sadistic faculty. And this was just the start of

his horror!