The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Will threw his school satchel on the floor and made myself comfortable in front of the wall screen. He flicked lazily through the TV channels with the dildo shaped remote. Nothing on as usual, just the same old daytime stuff: UK‘s Biggest Dicks, Glee: The Next Generation and an all new QWO adaptation of Pride and Prejudice. He stopped when he got to the new Pride and Prejudice. Five years ago, he had studied the book at school, naturally before the QWO had started its zero tolerance crack down on all subversive straight literature. In truth it wasn’t safe to fixate on any “before flood” literature at all! The QWO didn’t like it: particular when the novel in question promoted disgustingly heterosexual values. When Will had first read Pride and Prejudice, he pictured myself as the rich and proud Darcy: sweeping up his Lizzy, with her soft breasts bouncing against his chest….

Will was grateful to Mr Daniels for introducing him to the hidden world of straight literature… Unfortunately the class never finished Pride and Prejudice because almost two weeks later: Mr Daniels was arrested by the Enforcers and all copies of the book were burnt. None of the ever saw their teacher again. It was a shame because he was a great teacher. Will assumed he was sent to one of the many forced labour camps in Wales or maybe they transferred him to a “Re-Education Centre” (REC) for immediate “Sexuality Conversion Therapy” (SCT). After all it was forbidden for anyone to promote heterosexuality in 21st century Britain. Offending men were almost always sent to their local REC for the mandatory therapy. Women were detained in Breeding Clinics throughout Britain… apart from the few extremely gifted female academics or scientists. The QWO were determined to stamp out heterosexuality once and for all: so for the last fifteen years it had been a class A gender crime for a man to engage in sexual behaviour with anyone other than another mature adult male.

So anyway back to Pride and Prejudice. Will’s next teacher: Mr Khan wisely consulted the approved literature list when picking the class’s next novel. He picked the “The Naked Civil Servant“. Will however couldn’t’t stop obsessing over Pride and Prejudice! He really wanted to know how it ended. Did Elisabeth and Darcy put aside their differences and eventually get it together? What happened to Mr Bingley and Jane? Unfortunately the recent zero tolerance crackdown meant that nowadays it was nearly impossible to get anything not QWO approved. Will had just turned eighteen the previous Tuesday but he was old enough to remember when you could buy a Playboy centrefold off the black-market for five new pounds. No one dared to defy the QWO these days…

He watched a few minutes of the QWO television drama unfolding in front of me. It wasn’t the same, they’d changed too much of the story. The Elizabeth Bennett he’d fantasised about wasn’t Edward Bennett, a six footed ruggedly handsome heart throb: voted “Rear of the Year 2031” by the readers of Gaytime Digest. He switched off the wall screen with a sigh, just as Mr Darcy and Edward Bennett started rutting in the gardens of Pemberley. Guys together didn‘t make him hard, like it would: a girl fucking a guy. He heard the front door slam in the hall.

“Hey Dad, Will shouted.

His father strolled into the room carrying a large bag of groceries.

“Hello son, imagine that: the shop has oranges again! A shipment must have made it through the blockade! How was school?” He asked walking across the cramped living room to the open planned kitchen. He started storing the perishables in the temperamental cryo-unit

“Not bad, Will said glumly. “Except Hugh Stanton asked if he could blow me in the boy’s toilets”

“I hope you said yes!”

“No Dad, I said no way, because I really want the faculty to suspect me as a gender traitor… Of course I let him blow me! I didn’t have much of a choice; every boy in school fancies the arse off him. It would look too strange if I rejected him…”

“Good, said Dad sitting down next to him. “Isn’t it the Ricky Martin Dance tonight?”

The Ricky Martin Dance was the final school run social event before the end of term. It would be Will’s last dance before he left school.

“Yeah, Steve’s my date. You know he’s been in love with me for years. He deserves my cock tonight”

Dad expelled a heavy sigh and placed a fatherly hand on his sons‘.

“I know you find it hard sometimes William, to get as excited about cock as you should. I know that you have always been a little straighter than most. But do you think it was wise to accept a date with Steve? It’s obvious that an extremely handsome boy like you must have dozens of date offers for tonight. How will it look when you walk into the hall with Steven Pegg, when you could have your pick of sexier and more experienced boys? What if Oxford hears about this? Your future there could be jeopardised”

Will’s blood went cold. Oxford was his escape, a refuge from a world, he didn’t belong to. At Oxford, you were an academic; all they expected from you was to devote your life to study and research. Gender conformity was a lot less rigid; men and women sometimes even worked in the same buildings! Will had even read rumours on the net, that the University employed unprocessed gender criminals: straight men and women who were convicted degenerates but were allowed to remain how they were. According to one forum he was on: sexual re-education while effective in correcting sexual abnormalities, also damaged the higher reasoning areas of the brain. The QWO wanted their best scientists and most gifted academics to remain at the top of their game, so they left their minds alone and compromised by isolating them from the general populace.

“Sorry Dad, I never thought about it like that. I should go and cancel it with Steve…”

“No son, it’s too late. Go with Steve but make sure you blow and fuck some other lads too”

Will groaned softly. His Dad looked at him sternly.

“Always remember Will: the safest strategy in life is to blend in, you don’t want to stand out in any way. That’s why I chose Simon as a partner… after your mother I….”

Will flinched, his Dad never usually mentioned his Mum. They had got married before the rise of the QWO. When Dylan McLeod and his Queer Party got into power: they immediately outlawed different sex marriage. His parents, instead of divorcing and living separate life’s like the new laws demanded: stayed together. His Mum and Dad defied the QWO, and they both paid the price. Will’s Mum was imprisoned in a breeding centre while his Dad was given eighteen lashes in public square. His Dad had been fortunate that the 2014 riots burnt down the local Re-education centre that year; otherwise he would have been processed as an Enforcer. They had all seen the pious converts that emerged after years of Re-education… Formerly fiercely straight men transformed into the model queer citizens: either becoming fanatical Enforcers or entering a religious order dedicated to celebrating the superior male organ: like the sacred Order of the Cock…

Dad’s official partner, his “co-dad” was a great guy called Simon. Will knew they loved each other. They got on well and made each other laugh but he also knew that if his Dad had the choice he would have Will’s Mum back in an instant. Maybe if Simon had a choice he would pick a woman too… but they made do with each other and their time together as a couple had created a powerful bond between them. It might not be sexual but at least it was honest. His Dad smiled sadly and tousled Will’s hair. Without uttering another word, he went back to the kitchen to work on dinner.

Will went up to my bedroom and changed out of his flimsy school uniform. He couldn’t wait until he would not have to wear this ridiculous thing anymore. He hated it. Unfortunately Will was blessed (If you’re Queer) or cursed (If you’re Straight) with a naturally statuesque and muscular body. The tight figure-hugging uniform hid nothing from the male gaze of his classmates and teachers. Will was aware how striking his body was, especially coupled with his boy next door face and dreamy blue eyes. Last year, his Spanish teacher whilst blowing me: would not stop caressing his washboard stomach. The besotted teacher had kept remarking how Will had the softest skin he’d ever touched. Will was the envy of his friends; hardly a day went by when he wasn’t propositioned by ridiculously attractive men. It didn’t seem to matter where Will was: at school, at the mall, eating out. Unless the person was particularly ugly or old he knew it was too risky to say no. It would be suicide to turn down sex with another conventionally attractive male. Will’s school was particularly traditional in this regard: the school motto was “With Cock comes Knowledge” for goodness sake! Suddenly the base of the holocomm in the corner started blinking and a life-size holographic representation of Will’s best friend Steve was projected onto the rug. Will turned away from the wardrobe. He was still buck naked of course but modesty was another old world value that was quickly fading away…

“Hey mate!” said Steve, his voice sounding slightly tinny due to the broken left speaker on the base of the holocomm.

“Hey, Will said attempting to put a smile on his face. All the thinking about the past had got him down. Too much dreaming about a different world…

“Hot body“, said Steve eagerly. “It’s been forever since I’ve seen you in the buff. Watch out you’ll make me cum before we‘ve even get there!”

“Thanks, Will said wanly. It might sound arrogant but he get tired of people praising his body. It’s not like he did anything to get his physique or his handsome face. “You’re looking pretty fuckable yourself, are those new hot pants?

Steve looked better than he usually did, he‘d give him that. Steven was a moderately attractive guy but he never made the most of himself. He was always ordering the latest fashions off the net, without even considering how they might look on him. For instance, he just did not have the correctly shaped arse to properly fill out those plastic hot pants. Plus he was still wearing a thong. No kid in their school would be caught dead wearing a thong these days, not since the teachers started wearing them.

Steve and Will shot the shit for a little while longer. Will promised to call for him about 7pm and Steve looking ecstatic about the evening ahead signed off.

Will planned his outfit for tonight. He chose a low cut white vest, allowing full view of his man cleavage, grey trousers that accentuated his ass and crotch and new brown leather loafers. Sexy but classy, Will reasoned.

Dad and Simon waved him off from the door, wishing him “cock speed” as he left. Steve lived close by, across the river in a neighbouring estate. As Will crossed over Liberace Bridge: he noticed with dismay that the river had burst its banks again. That was the third time in a month! The sea seemed determined to reclaim more land from the people of Britain. More and more of London was disappearing under water each year. The QWO taught that global warming was a punishment by the Cock for the gender crimes of a decadent past but Will didn’t believe that!.

He was a little nervous when he reached the Garland Estate. The area had a bad reputation and at times could get pretty rough. Unfortunately, a small gang of chavs stood beside the main door of Simon‘s building. As Will walked closer they watched his approach impassively. They all looked about his age and were wearing various combinations of classic chav wear: baseball cap, trackie bottoms, hoodies and ugly jewellery. They passed around a double strength can of cosmopolitan mix. The oldest looking chav, a shaven headed boy with pouting lips and a tattooed bicep: cocked a dark eyebrow suggestively at Will. He was obviously asking if he was interested in him. Will pretended to miss the obvious cue and instead proceeded to walk past him.

“Ere you, the Chav shouted drunkenly. “Think your better than me or summat?”

Will ignored him and continued to the door. Just a few feet more…

“Wait just a minute boy” said an older more mature voice.

Will froze! Shit! He turned round and yes a QWO Enforcer emerged from the shadows of the building. The man, who must have been in his late thirties was dressed in his vocation’s traditional black leather bodysuit and carrying a ceremonial truncheon shaped like a cock. Somehow Will managed to not pee myself and instead twisted his face into a nervously accommodating smile.

“Err hello officer”

“You seem to be in a bit of a hurry boy…”

“Yes well, I have my senior dance tonight and…”

The Enforcer studied him coldly. A fleeting look of hatred crossed his face

“I see…and there’s no time in this busy schedule of yours to help those less fortunate. No time to give something back to the community. Well I must say I am very disappointed.”

He pointed his finger at the chavs, who were quietly watching the exchange between them.

“This poor boy, only wanted a bit of cock and you would deny him that?? Are you a deviant? A pussy lover? A fornicator of FEMALES” he spat furiously at Will, his face crimson. “Do you wish to lie in sin with big titted harlots? YOU DISGUST ME BOY!!”

Will shouldn’t have even tried making excuses. Every Enforcer without exception was a ruthless, orthodox bigot. They used their almost limitless enforcement powers to apply the fundamental laws of Queerness to every aspect of life. To make sure they stayed this way, the QWO only permitted its most fervent believers (people who had spent years in conversion therapy) to become Enforcers. It sort of explained that common streak of insanity that ran through their profession. Conversion therapy had forever damaged their fragile brains, now all these husks could do was sadistically smote heterosexuals. What awful luck to run into an Enforcer!

“Please, I’m sorry, I…”

The Enforcer pulled a data pad from his top pocket and was resolutely completing a “Community Disturbance Citation”. If he posted that on the web, that would mean the end of the Oxford dream. Will would be lucky to escape a Re-education centre!

There was only one thing to do… Will walked over to the group of Chavs, aware of the Enforcer’s beady eyes trained on his back. He started fondled the chavs cock through his filthy trackies. The boy smirked and leaned nonchalantly against the wall. Will noticed out the corner of my eye that the Enforcer had stopped writing. He lowered the boy’s trackies, and surprise surprise he wasn’t wearing any underwear. With his breath caressing it, the boy’s swollen dick grew and the head popped out the foreskin, shiny with anticipation. Will tenderly scattered kisses on his ball sac and sunk his nose into chav pubic hair. Will wanted the Enforcer to think he was enjoying it and not just trying to save his own skin.

“Come on mate“, said the Chav impatiently. “Swallow it!”

Will dug his fingers behind his ass and pulled the hard on towards his face. The bitter rod pressing against Will’s lips. He opening wide and let it enter him. Without delay he worked it diligently with his tongue. Will’s fingers played with the boy’s arse, his daring fingers played round the wrinkled pucker with impunity. The Chav scum couldn’t have had many good blowjobs because Will had him trembling and groaning in no time at all. Will decided to flash him his secret weapon. Still suckling on the wet shaft, Will stared up at him from his submissive position, limpid blue eyes both innocent and naughty. That got to the Chav! With a grunt, the boy gripped Will’s head and began working his dick in and out Will’s mouth, faster and faster until with a growl he splattered the inside of his lover’s mouth with semen. Panting heavily, he withdraws from Will’s mouth and patted me him on the shoulder.

“Thanks mate. You’re alright by me. Come on”

His gang followed him as a satisfied male, he walked around the building. Will coughed and tried not to let any cum dribble through his lips. Eventually he mastered the load but with some effort, his mouth and lips now feeling unbearably sticky. With a heistant gulp he finished it, no doubt the Enforcer would take it as an insult if Will spat out the Chav splooge. Will walked back over to the Enforcer, trying not to look too confident but from the mess of his leather uniform…Will was certain he was home free. The Enforcer’s dick was hanging hard out his wet fly and fresh cum trickled down his right hand. The man sucked his fingers thoughtfully.

“That was very enjoyable boy, thank you. I think we can forget about this nonsense”. He deleted the citation and stored the device back in his pocket. “You are obviously not a gender criminal but be warned how easily uncharitable behaviour can be misconstrued as an offence. I’ll let you go….once I’ve tasted those sweet lips”

He leaned forward and clamped his mouth to Wills; their tongues duelled voraciously and his meaty arms reaching for Will’s arse. He began squeezing his arse so much, Will worried the Enforcer wanted to fuck him with his truncheon. No doubt it would have progressed to fucking if not for the emergency call that came through on the Enforcer’s radio.

“Oh cock, he mumbled glumly, as he listened to the callout. “I’d better go, be good now. Cock Speed.”

He slapped Will’s arse for good measure and stormed over to his hover bike. Immediately after he flew away: Steve came running out the tower block. He must have been in the foyer waiting for Will.

“Oh my Cock, Will I saw everything. I thought the Enforcer was going to report you and then after the Chavs went, I thought he might fuck you rotten!”

“Yeah, that was my worry too” Will said stretching his sore jaw. The night hadn’t even started and he was already sore from sexual activity. What would he be like by midnight?

“They say Enforcer are very rough“, said Steve as they walked to their high school. “Have you ever been with one?”

“No, I’ve been lucky”

Steve giggled uncertainly. He didn’t have a bad bone in his body but Steve always got uncomfortable at any hint of unorthodoxy. He surprised Will by huddling closer and lowering his voice to a a trembling whisper.

“I know what you mean, my cousin Sammy… An Enforcer wanted to fuck him up the arse. Sammy tried to explain he was always a top and never a bottom…but the guy didn’t listen…”

“What happened?” Will said whispering back. It was so rare for Steve to want to discuss any of the negatives of their society.

“He forced him. He fucked his arse with no lube and then he sodomised him with his truncheon. Will, he was bleeding so much…”

“Oh my Cock, Will said horrified. You didn’t usual hear about things like this. Enforcers were generally considered above the law so the press never reported on anything they did. Even the families of the people involved kept quiet, in fear of being targeted and ostracised by the QWO…

Will and Steve arrived at the school gates. Dance music could be heard booming from the main hall into the night. However they both needed a moment after Steve’s terrible story so they sat on the playground wall and Will took a cigarette out his pocket. They passed it between them, not saying anything at all. Will turned to look at Steve: he felt a surge of feeling for him. It wasn’t lust or desire but something deeper…like compassion.

Bending forward, Will pushed a strand of blonde hair away from his friend’s upturned face. He delivered a tender kiss to Steve’s parted lips. For a moment, they were both lost in the act but after a time Steve broke away. He was almost in tears.

“Why Will, why did you do that?”

Now it was Will’s turn to look surprised.

“Why did I kiss you? I would have thought that was obvious. You’re my date…and my best friend. Why not?”

Holding his chin, Steve softly reciprocated the kiss, his tongue like a silky flame. His other hand dropped to Will’s crotch, feeling for an erection that wasn’t there. He pulled back and sighing placed Will’s right hand on his own growing bulge. Will felt it throbbing, tightly stuffed under purple hot pants: stiff and straight.

“That’s why Will. I know you don’t love me…at least not in the way I love you. It’s not your fault; I know you’re different from other boys. I think even without our education and the government hormones they put in the cheese. I would still be queer and you would still be straight.”

Will was in flabbergasted. He thought his straightness was well hidden but how hidden could it be if his best friend had known the truth for years.

“Steve, Will started hoarsely. “I don’t want this to ruin our friendship”

“It won’t”, said Steve matter of factly. You are so special to me Will”

“I could…I mean we could have sex if you want. I don’t mind”

Steve smiled weakly and placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“Oh Will that wouldn’t work either. I’m greedy you see: I want it all. I’d want my lover to love me back. I think I deserve that”

Will realised he understood only too well. What if Elizabeth Bennett had married Mr William Collins, not out of love for him but for another sort of love entirely? She would have sacrificed a life of happiness because of a love for her family, her parents her sisters and her home. Both boys hugged. It felt like their friendship over their years had been leading up to this moment. Now finally they were equals.

“Shall we go in my lady” said Will taking Steve’s hand.

“Why thank you sir, said Steve, back to his old happy self. His eyes twinkling merrily as the two mates linked arms.

Will stubbed out the cigarette and they walked across the playground to the hall. Unbeknown to them, two people had heard ever single word they’d said. A burly auburn haired boy and a skinny brunette stood up from behind the Rhododendron bush, where they had been fucking. Tad Holbrook (auburn haired) had just been in the process of orgasming inside his moaning partner when they had been interrupted by a most interesting conversation. So it seems like Her Lady of Gaga High had itself a couple of degenerates: one gender criminal and one queer traitor. Tad was certain that his father: Minister Holbrook of the Queer World Order would be very interested in this pertinent bit of information.

We had arrived a little late for the dance: Mr Stone the headmaster was just finishing off, what Will assumed was a lengthy and tedious commencement speech. He was standing with a microphone at the top table; the other student filled tables surrounded him in a semi circle. Meanwhile the dance floor stood resplendent with it’s mood lights and dry ice. Every couple of seconds, a horny teenager glanced wistfully at the unused space. The Headmaster’s speech was traditionally the most boring part of the night. Steve and Will ordered a couple of cosmos at the bar and took a seat at the table nearest the dance floor. Will observed a couple of raised eyebrows as they sat down together. He guessed some people thought he was too handsome to bother with plain Steve but who cared what people thought. Anyway most of the year were too occupied to notice. Already boys in their finery were shifting restlessly in their seats or provocatively adjusting their posing pouches…

“…forward and succeed! It is time for you go out into the world and thrive in whatever discipline you chose to dedicate your life to. Put your heart and soul into everything. Be equal to the challenges of adulthood and they will reward you. You’ve all worked hard this semester and the school rewards hard work. The vending machine is well stocked with all the sex enhancing drugs you could desire and our bar is selling cocktails that are second to none. Now let’s get a look at those hard young bodies you’ve been working on this year…”

There was a collective cheer among the assembled boys and across the room their teacher’s crotches tighten uncomfortably, as the horny teens eagerly disrobed. In no time at all, their firm bodies were bared to the entire room. Mr Stone peered through his glasses, as he reviewed each boy’s individual charms. He commented positively on the good work Phillip Lonsdale had put on his taut abs, while praising how fuckable many of the boys had come, in particular relation to the girth of their cocks and pertness of their arses. Meanwhile everyone was checking out everyone else and mentally deciding who they were going to “dance” with tonight. Already the more inexperienced boys were tentatively showing wood as they stared hungrily at their classmates’ teenage dicks, as they hung down plump and fat between creamy thighs. Poor Jimmy Sheppard was stiff as a railroad spike and dribbling pre cum by the bucket load. The popular kids smirked and rolled their eyes at such displays of terminal uncoolness.

“VIRGIN”, taunted star athlete Dan Heaney nastily, as he pointed out Jimmy’s almost comically inflexible erection… However he couldn’t help but subconsciously lick his lips as he fantasised about deep throating the young man’s juicy head.

The rest of the room laughed, even the teachers and unfortunate Jimmy turned purple with embarrassment. It looked like one brief brush against an obliging body, would cause Jimmy to gush hot cum indiscriminately. What a loser! The headmaster called for attention, waiting till the chitchat had died down to an excited buzz…

“Start the music!”

Boys swarmed the dance floor like gyrating servos, bopping and diving in time to the heavy beat of synthdax. The jocks and more popular studs were naturally at the centre of the throng: they snogged coolly with strong masculine hands searching for a countering hardness. Their practiced casual indifference was adorable, being as it scantily masked an insatiable hunger as passionate as Jimmy Sheppard’s. Even if the latter boy was less able to hide his longing. Taking their cue from the popular kids: the others were necking too and pawing each other with wild abandon. After five minutes of nervous groping, the boy’s found their groove. Young and beautiful, they didn’t give a damn, they just wanted to fuck. The more average boys surrounded the hotter ones, hoping to gain entry to their beautiful clique. Steve and his date hadn’t moved yet: Will allowed Steve to feel up his chest while he took both a Viagra and a Bliss tablet. Will found this drug combination pretty effective at getting through an orgy without letting his hetero shine through. He offered Bliss to Steve and the boy readily accepted. Will took it from the thrusting pole jabbing into his pubic arch, that he wouldn’t require a Viagra…

Will held Steve’s hand and pulled him towards the dance floor. The outer circle was made up of the least popular students: the fatties, the uglies, geeks and nerds. They scattered before Steve and Will like medieval peasants. With awe and lust they watched Will glide past and then Steve with hostile jealousy. Why was HE allowed to have the best boy on school they thought. The Bliss was kicking in now; Will could feel his inhibitions float away and that powerful drug fueled confidence imbue itself in him. Finally they arrived at the centre: the action here was more intense, kissing and fondling had progressed to sucking, fucking, rimming and any manner of genteel queer behaviour. Steve and Will parted ways; Steve’s attention had been captured by Dan Heaney’s neglected dick, as it waggled temptingly within touching distance. Will could see Steve was totally mesmerised, watching it bob stiffly against the popular athlete’s tanned stomach. He’d forgotten the bodies of the jocks and popular boys were terra incognita to Steve. Even if he were gay, Will imagined he’d have grown long weary of sex with the same familiar group of jocks and studs. After all, he’d had been intimate with each of them in almost every queer way possible. Their identical tanned muscular bodies were almost as recognizable to him as his own body. Will betted he could identify each individual swimmer, athlete, pretty boy, wrestler, footballer just from a close up of their erect cock. Will felt good giving Steve access to something that he had been denied only because of social standing. He felt like a generous uncle, allowing his nephew to go on all the best rides in the park.

“Go on”, he said encouragingly. “Have fun”

Steve nodded vaguely. He really couldn’t take his eyes off that dick! He stumbled over there like a zombie but instead of murmuring “Brains” he was thinking “Cock”.

Wow the Bliss was intoxicating, every brush of a strangers hand or dick felt like velvet on Will’s skin. He couldn’t even tell who was touching me but it felt goooooood! A sticky body pressed into his, someone started nibbling on his neck while a dick rubbed against his arse. Will’s left hand had been absentmindedly stroking some boy’s glistening erection but in a moment of distraction he lost it. When his hand found the dick again: another boy’s ready mouth was already affixed to it. Will gently stroked the reddish brown hair of this kneeling boy as he puffed away. Before long, his cum slicked face went slack with ecstasy as the grateful recipient of his blowjob came all over his face. Without even stopping for breath, cumboy turned round and started sharing the semen with Will, as their faces shared passionate wet kisses. As the cum dripped down his face and onto his neck: Will recognised his partner for the first time. Tad Holbrook wasn’t a jock or one of the better looking kids in the school but his popularity was assured as his QWO father was rich and powerful. Tad stroked Will’s meat as they kissed but this time it was Will’s turn to ejaculate and he did! Coating his partner’s stomach with trails of semen. Tad pushed him down to the floor and guided his head to his own full erection (Will guessed he wasn‘t the only Viagra lover at the dance!). Will had only just started nibbled the head before cum exploded out the end: covering his nose and cheek and making him sneeze. The intense moans and groans of the student body were competing with the funky beats of the dance music but Will heard what Tad said, as he leaned forward and whispered in his ear.

“I know what you are Will. You fucking degenerate”

It was like a punch to the gut. He couldn’t see Tad’s face as he calmly declared his death sentence but Will imagined his mouth was twisted into an uglier version of his usual arrogant leer. He must have heard them discussing his “straightness” outside in the playground. There was no other explanation: Will had never openly revealed it to anyone else. Around them their classmates were still happily orgying, not a care in the world but for Will everything had changed. He wiped the cum from his forehead, that was dripping gloopily into his shocked eyes.

“What…what are you going to do?” Will whispered, stuttering slightly. In his head he was already planning an escape strategy. He needed to find Steve and then they could both sneak out the school’s south exit. Will’s eyes darted past Tad’s ear as he hurriedly scanned as much of the room as he could from his limited vantage point. It was impossible! How could Will identify Steve from the anonymous huddles of twitching flesh, chaotically melding and fusing together for mutual gratification? A boy behind him was stretching his arse with two, no three fingers but he barely registered it. Tad backed away from him and Will could see his face for the first time this evening. His expression was inscrutable, he wasn’t giving anything away. He kissed Will’s cum splattered cheek.

“You’re mine now Will”

With a wink, Tad dissolved back in the body of the orgy, his auburn hair only visible as a bobbing blur while presumably he gave some other boy head.

Standing up so suddenly, Will accidentally knocked over the finger boy. His barely controlled panic combined with the pounding his desensitised arse had already taken in his school career, meant he had completely forgotten the boy was there.

“Well excuse me!”, haughtily glared a boy with straight black hair. He proudly picked himself up and moving on to apply his fingering skills on another hot bottom.

Will navigated his way through the crowd, apologising as he went. It was impossible not to accidentally nudge or trip over his classmates

“Excuse me…sorry…oops….sorry, about that”

Will had inadvertently elbowed a kneeling cocksucker in the face, the boy swore loudly around the cock muffling his speech. As Will moved out from the centre, his intrusion became more welcome as he reached the plainer more average boys. Their eyes sparkled as he entered their field of view and his body was worshipped accordingly. The Viagra kept him ridiculously hard and several grasping hands leapt at the chance to stroke his rigid dick, meanwhile his arse was cupped and squeezed by more people that he could count. Will continued on, ignoring the sighs of disappointment as he left their vicinity. More than one classmate puckered up, angling their head towards Will’s as if his lips were suddenly magnetic. Will dodged their clumsy attempts and the poor boys found themselves kissing his ear or even another boy who usually was more than happy to kiss back. Will was exhausted, the dance was reaching a crescendo and he still hadn’t found Steve! The smell of cum and sweat glazed every teenage body in attendance and pearly white puddles glossed the floors. Suddenly Will found him as he stopped over a couple 69ing in a puddle! He had been looking out for Steve’s neatly blonde hair but his friend’s lovemaking had darkened his hair and his normally pale skin was a patchy pink. He was currently working his arse and mouth in a complicated spit roast.

“Steve!”

A goofy smile plastered his friend’s face, as he opened his unfocused eyes. When he saw Will, the expression on his date’s face must have scared him. He carefully spat out the cock and with a grunt, pulled his arse off the erection that locked him into an animal position. Ignoring the angry mutterings of his partners, he stumbled over to Will.

“Will, what’s wrong?”

Will put his unsteady arm around Steve’s shoulder and tried to nonchalantly leave the dance floor. The Bliss seemed to have affected Steve more than him, but then Steve was a much smaller guy. Steve draped his body limply against Wills and kept inadvertently stumbling against other prone bodies. Finally they escaped the fucking and Will grabbed T-shirts and gold posing pouches from underneath a convenient table. A safe distance from the school, Steve stopped suddenly and turned to his friend.

“Will please stop! What’s going on? Why are we suddenly acting like criminals?!”

Will pushed him into one of the old bus shelters and convinced that there weren’t any cameras or bugs: he explained everything. By the time he had finished, fear had chased away any remaining affects of Bliss in Steve. His friend slid down the wall and was gripping his knees in terror. He looked like he was only seconds from tears.

“So what do we do Will. Please tell me you have a plan?”

Will had been thinking of nothing else since Tad had revealed himself. The idea plan would be to leave the Isles of London but where could they go? Exmoor Island, the closest landmass took several hours by ferry and with no official documentation or permission from a QWO council member, they wouldn’t even get past border control…

“I…I don’t know Steve”. Will sat down beside him. “Tad told me I was his…maybe he just wants me to be his slave. Holbrook think he’s a major Dom, he’s properly frustrated that he’s not popular enough to get a good looking slave like me”

Steve looked up hopefully.

“Oh Will I hope you’re right!”

They spoke for an hour or two longer, mostly just going round in circles. Steve kept pressing him for Tad’s exact phrasing and body language but the more they discussed it, the less sure Will became. It was impossible to predict what action Tad would take. Will was plenty scared for himself; he didn’t want to go to a Re-Education Centre. He didn’t want to be purged of everything he was and replaced with a queerer, tougher version of himself: devoid of humanity and love…And Steve, what would they do to him? Will couldn’t imagine the death of everything he loved and admired in his dear sweet friend…Eventually they both conceded that the next move was Tad’s: either he would tell his father everything or he would reveal to Will the price of his eternal silence. They parted on Liberace Bridge and walked their separate ways. Will wasn’t to understand that was the last time I’d see his best friend ever again…

“Dad, Co-Dad, I’m home” Will hollered as he walked into his flat.

Instantly he knew something was wrong. He could hear strange noises coming from the living room…

“RUN SON, YOU HAVE TO….”

There was a gunshot and Will suddenly knew his Dad was dead. That soon he would be dead and that they would get Steve if they hadn’t already. We were the living dead. The future had ceased to be huge unknowable entity with limitless possibilities and was now reduced to a horribly brief period of torture and pain. Will’s body froze as he heard the sound of a body hit the floor and another man, his co-dad Simon I thought…scream. It was only then did he have the wherewithal to move but already Will could hear the sound of boots on the stairs and then on top of that: five leather clad Enforcers appeared in the living room doorway. He was surrounded by men. Will wished he had done something brave at that moment. He could have shattered the glass table with a fist and jammed the loose shards into his neck before anyone could stop him…but he didn’t. He just stood there numbly. Two Enforcers forced him into a sitting position on the couch, while another took a metal collar from a black briefcase. It was only then, maybe it was a delayed reaction to his father’s murder or the fear that the collar inspired in me but he found his voice and a little foolish strength…

“Fuck you, let me go. You bastards are fucking scum!”

Will tried to move his arms but the two attending Enforcers both large well built men, had pinned them down on the sofa. He tried to kick them, landing some painful ones too but the bearded Enforcer to his right only grinned manically.

“Pain turns me on boy”, he said nodding at his developing bulge.

The Enforcer with the collar was trying to put it around Will’s neck but he was struggling so much that finally the exasperated Enforcer punched him painfully in the face. Dazed his face throbbing, they slipped the metal collar around Will’s neck. It was so tight and restricting. Will swallowed anxiously and could feel his Adams apple bump against it. The collar felt like a metal hand was constantly gripping his neck. The Enforcer closed the last clasp and dug in his pocket for the controller, eventually finding a small square box, he aimed it at Will. A silly expression appeared on Will’s previously terrified face. He suddenly felt light-headed and almost ecstatically happy. Will giggled mindlessly as two Enforcers brought his Dad’s body through the living room and out the front door of the flat. His head had been blown off and Will didn’t give a fuck. His Dad looked like a broken doll and for some reason that was hilarious!

“Will, Will. I love you, don’t be scared”

Simon in tears was being dragged past him, encased in a single Enforcer’s bear hug.

“Love you too Si” Will said sniggering as he executed an uncharacteristically camp wave.

Now Will was alone with the three Enforcer that had held him down and forced the collar on him. He watched uncomprehendingly as they yanked their poker hard dicks out their pants. What were they going to do with those he wondered curiously? Will choked as the first Enforcer; a large black man forced his dick roughly into Will’s pretty mouth. He gagged and even through the hazy serenity the collar provided him, he felt pain as the ebony dick bruised the back of Will’s throat. After a while though, Will couldn’t muster up a reason to care. He was dimly aware that the man came because Will started spluttering on the discharge. Meanwhile one Enforcer was holding Will’s head and slapping his hard dick across Will’scheeks while another horny Enforcer bit into his stiff nipples.

“Hey guys, Will slurred between whacks of the Enforcer’s massive penis. “There’s….THWOCK….enough of me….THWOCK…to go round.”

It was a minute or two before Will realised the men had stopped abusing him. With a group high five, they tucked their wet dicks back into their pants. The black Enforcer had taken the box out his pocket again and was pressing more buttons….

OH GOD THE PAIN WAS EXCRUIATING! HIS BODY WAS ON FIRE. HE WAS CONVULSING LIKE HE’D BEEN ELECTROCUTED. HE COULDEN’T EVEN SCREAM. HE…

“Wake up, wake up” said a voice behind him.

Will came back to himself drowsily, his muscles still aching with residual pain

“Where…where am I?” Will said thickly. His hands no longer pinioned by Enforcers, shot up towards his snug metal collar. It was like it had been branded to his skin. He looked down. He was sitting almost naked in what looked like a converted dentist’s chair, leather straps held his ankles down. His only adornment was his metal slave clothes, nothing else. He felt strangely calm, considering his father had been killed and his best friend Steve was most likely on his way to becoming an Enforcer… all because of him and his heterosexuality.

“Don’t worry you’re safe. Also I‘ve adjusted your adrenal response to mimic a meditative state. Trust me, It will makes this all go a lot easier” said the voice. It sounded older but unlike the Enforcers there was no savage undertones or threats.

“This isn’t a Re-education Centre?” Will asked yawning as he stretched.

“No luckily for you, said the man. The council took less than ten minutes to decide you were guilty and they were about to sentence you to CVT… when we stepped in”

The man walked round the chair so Will could see him. He was about forty but still handsome despite the crows feet and untidy mop of hair greying at the temples. He was wearing a long white robe and hood that covered all of his neck and body. There was something reassuring about this guy; he didn’t look sadistic or psychopathic. There were even traces of measured intelligence on his face, which was a rare trait with anyone associated with the QWO.

“So where…? Will asked gingerly moving his head. The collar couldn’t quite cover his excruciating pain hangover.

“You’re on the 29th floor of the Temple”

“The Temple?” Will started before he realised what the man meant. He had never been inside but Will had walked past this very building every month all his sexually active life. He had seen the phallus shaped skyscraper every time he had gone to have his mandatory STD vaccine. “So…this is the Order of Cock?”

The man nodded and turned round to fiddle with a holographic interface.

“The Order thought that it would be an affront to Cock, to waste beauty such as yours. The depraved life of an Enforcer, is not a path that they’d wish on anyone. Now you are to live here with us as a Thrall”

“How long do I have to stay here?”

Will knew the answer but he needed it said. The man paused and turned back to him, his eyes sorrowful. He pulled his hood off his head and revealed his own tarnished collar.

“My name is David. I‘ve been here for twenty-two years…”

“Wow look at this one honey. Doesn‘t he embody the purity of the Cock?”

A old couple were admiring Thrall Ian to Will’s left. He imagined this compliment would please Ian greatly. Even amongst generally orthodox Thralls: Ian was ridiculously pious. The idiot was completely brainwashed with the standard Order of the Cock doctrine, the idea that Thralls were the undiluted ideal: the perfection of the cock made flesh. Ian actually believed that his life’s worth amounted to nothing more than posturing for the male gaze in glory of the Cock.

Will wanted to yawn but his chest was already fixed into a puffed out position: displaying his well developed pectorals to their greatest advantage. In truth he could scarcely breathe but the collar stopped him panicking and either hyperventilating or passing out. In truth it wasn’t so bad: after all it was hardly what you’d call hard work. Several hours each day, Will and the other uniformly beautiful thralls had to rest on low plinths: oiled and naked and very beautiful. A dazzling array of lights shone over head: highlighting every frozen stomach muscle and ripple of glistening flesh. The metal collar secured tightly above Will‘s clavicle, glinted vividly in the intense light. It almost looked to the worshipers as if each boy were wearing a band around their necks composed of pure light. More than one devotee had dropped to their knees in reverence, when they first looked upon these faultless avatars of flawlessness. Surely these charmed boys, possessing of razor shape cheek bones and pouting lips must be angels, sent from heaven by the Cock! Will had even had one middle-aged man break down in tears in front of him. He felt sorry for them. They were old and ugly and he represented something they would probably never have. It was at times like these, that Will wanted to speak to these misguided souls. He would tell them that it was all a lie: he was not perfect. He was just another human being. In his old life: he suffered from athlete’s foot, occasional bad breath and an unsightly mole on his back that he hated. Will knew that was hard to believe now: the Order had improved his physique and beauty considerably…also he was literally standing on a pedestal. A lot had changed in the six months since he’d been a normal boy.

His throbbing erection was naturally another Temple lie but there’d been no need for extra strength Viagra to manufacture that particular illusion. David his Thrall Trainer, the first person in the Order that he met: had gone into great detail on the subject of the collar. Will had bonded with David, he was a decent guy and unlike other Thrall Trainers and Patriarchs, he didn’t treat Will like a piece of barely sentient meat. Plus he was a wealth of knowledge: he had been a slave to the collar for longer than Will had been alive. Over the years, he had watched the fearsome technology develop and grow more powerful. He had explained how fatal it would be the simply take off a collar once it had been attached for longer than 12 hours. After that, the collars became permanently attached to each Thrall’s central nervous system through an intricate system of micro fibres. A few months ago, Will had asked about the collar induced hardons, how could they stay so stiff and unyielding for hours a time? David had been happy to explain it to him. Apparently the collar transmitted continuous electrical impulses that travelled down the spine. The fake electrical impulses were then picked up by the excitatory nerves of the penis. This results in the relaxation of the smooth muscles of the penile arteries, which then fill with blood and create an unsolicited erection. BUT David revealed that the collar can’t fake the excitatory signals of the brain that a person ordinarily generates when they are either aroused or masturbating… So the collar bypassed this completely by switching off the sympathetic nervous system. The resulting painfully hard erection could be more accurately labelled as a nocturnal erection. In uncollared men, this is a reflex that can only develop during REM sleep but the collar successfully manages to create a nocturnal erection in Thralls even though they are still awake.

After learning this, Will had been struck with two conflicting emotions: a large part of him was disgusted that his body was so easily manipulated but another part of him was driven by his innate intellectual curiosity. Will had always been pretty smart and if things hadn’t turned out this way, maybe he would be at Oxford now. He had to escape this life somehow and knowing as much about his means of slavery seemed to be best way to start. So he demanded that David explained everything to him. Will now knew that the collar uses electrical impulses to contract all the muscles in the body: freezing the Thrall in any position a Patriarch sees fit. He grasped why his body suffered none of the expected aches and pains from standing frozen for hours. David was awesome, he explained everything he could to Will and hid nothing from him. However there was one question he couldn’t answer,: how could Will possibly escape?

Will knew it was a Saturday. He hated Saturdays: tomorrow was the renewal ceremony and the worst part of his week. Already the Temple was jam packed with devoted worshippers and cock botherers. Will‘s heart sank as two teenager approached his plinth. Neither of them was accompanied by an adult and the taller of the two: a sandy haired boy wore an evil smirk. Most Cock worshipers were content with either running a hand across a thrall’s buttocks or gently kissing the tip of their cock but Will could tell these boys were too immature to show such respectable restraint or decorum. They looked young, maybe seventeen; well they would have to be: the Order did not permit entry to anyone younger than that.

Giggling but fondling his denim clad crotch: the sandy haired boy stuck his index finger up Will’s chute. Will dearly wanted to sigh. The Temple of Cock very often had this effect on hormone addled teenagers, these young men weren’t yet partially desensitised to the perfect bodily dimensions and refined musculature of Thralls. Will knew he must present an alluring target for undirected teenage lust. For the last six months: his body had been brought closer to physical perfection than Will had thought humanly possible. The priests designed a regime that not only included a standard gym and diet requirement but also improved upon every single aspect of his outward appearance. His pale skin had been treated with the finest natural products while his hair was made glossy and thick with experimental shampoos and conditioners. Additionally he no longer possessed any body hair: every second day Will was mercilessly waxed and shaved and then pampered and massaged with sweet smelling oils that made him grudgingly purr with pleasure. With his skin now so incredibly smooth and soft to the touch: like the other Thralls. He could understand why people would come from all over Britain to caress and fondle them. Yes Will’s body was truly at it’s peak of beauty, his mind thankfully the priests left alone. All they wanted from him was his youth and beauty: obedience was easily gained with the collar. Nothing else mattered.

“Hey Si, he only looks a year or two older than us: I dare you to blow him” said the sandy haired boy, as he grew bored of fingering Will. However his mouth was watering at the thought of Will’s collar induced erection.

“No way Kev, I’ll get into trouble!”

“Fine I’ll do him them”

Kev slyly checked around him for witnesses. Luckily for him, most of the congregation were enraptured by another Thrall. Will had to admit that Thrall Jonathon was extraordinarily well endowed. The young man’s twelve inch horse cock rose up majestically between well greased tree trunk thighs. He looked liked a Greek God! Satisfied that no one was watching him, the teen slowly and deliberately licked the tip of Will’s cock.

“Where the hell were the priests” thought Will angrily. Thralls were only permitted sexual relations with others in the Order. If Will’s seed was swallowed by anyone else, he would immediately be banished from the Temple. Then he’d have no choice but to become a house slave. There weren’t many options for a collared man. To Will’s relief: the boy gave a pretty terrible blow job. He had obviously never sucked anyone off before because he didn‘t seem to know how to fit a cock in his mouth. He kept shifting his head awkwardly, unsure how he was going to fit the whopping erection in his mouth.

“Hey“, said Simon suspiciously, crossing his arms. “I thought you said you’d already blown Mark Green from school AND that pizza delivery man last Friday?”

“Don‘t be Straight! Neither of them were anywhere as big as this guy. I mean this is Thrall dick: it‘s like the Porsche of members!”

Gingerly he tried again: inserted most of Will’s dick into his mouth. It was a disaster: he knocked his teeth against the shaft and then gagged as the cock hit the back of his throat. Finally he choked on the salty pre cum. Kevin really wished he had listened more in Health Class: when they explained this stuff.

“Too much for you?” said Simon laughing. Kevin was so full of shit! Suddenly he looked up at Will‘s face. He was struck by the Thrall’s intelligent blue eyes as they stared out impassively from what looked more like a frozen mask than a face. “I wonder if they’re actually conscious or whether the collar controls their mind too”

Kevin had stopped coughing and his face was returning to its usual colour. He aggressively nudged his friend in the ribs.

“Who cares, it’s not like you’ll ever be given a collar. You’re too ugly”

“Hey fuck you Kev”

“Okay, okay. You’re not THAT bad. Do you want to see how many coins we can fit up this guy’s arse?”

Simon shrugged as if to say why not and they both took it in turns to stuff ten pence pieces up Will’s anus.

“EXCUSE ME, what in Cock’s name do you think you’re doing?!”

Patriarch Vander had spotted them from across the hall. He could hardly believe his eyes: imagine that, young men desecrating an image of the cock in broad daylight and in the Temple. Sacrilege!

The boys scarped away quickly, sniggering as they shot a last look at poor Will. Playing with the helpless Thrall had made the lads’ burgeoning underwear uncomfortably full. It was a beautiful August day: they could always go fuck in Richmond Park with the other couples.

It was with dismay that the priest spotted the glint of silver poking out between the new Thrall’s ass cheeks. Sighing Patriarch Vander starting fishing out the well lodged coins with his fingers, secretly very much enjoying the smooth texture of the young man’s recently waxed arsehole.

“There we go“, he thought as he retrieved the last ten pence.

He supposed he should have alerted the Enforcers to such an outrage but they were only seventeen year old boys after all. An Enforcer would rip through their puckered virgin sphincters like a rhino in heat. That was the problem with those men: all they could understand and appreciate was pain. Enforcers had no time for beauty or the sedate life of a Cock worshiper. It was well known that many of his fellow Patriarchs felt the same way and so the Order generally didn’t utilise the peacekeeping services of the Enforcers Guild. In fact, wasn’t this the boy they saved from a Re-Education Centre? What a waste, imagine transforming a sexy boy like this into an Enforcer drone! Oh he realised Enforcers were an necessary evil, otherwise you’d have gender criminals running about all over the place, infecting the populace with dangerous and disgusting notions. Patriarch Vander couldn’t even entertain the idea of having sex with a cockless female! Why then humanity would be not better than the two gendered animals! He crossed himself feverishly at the thought and made the sign of the Cock.

“Glory be to the Cock!”

He kissed the base of Will’s shaft, where his cock met his testicles and went back to his office to busy himself with the logistical preparations for tomorrow. They had a very special guest at the Renewal Ceremony tomorrow and there was a lot to be done.

By seven o clock, the Temple had closed to the public after a long busy day. Sub-Patriarch Chossa unfroze each Thrall individually and ordered them back to their respective dormitory. They wanted each boy to be well rested before the ceremony tomorrow. When he could move again, Will immediately reached around to pull the last coin out of his arse. Patriarch Vander’s eye sight must be getting pretty bad if missed it! Blinking, he stretched his arms above his head and yawned. It was remarkably tiring being a statue for the day.

“Thrall, obey me, Dormitory now”

Patriarch Vander pressed the pain button and Will jumped as a small charge shocked his body. The stupid old man didn’t have to shock him, he was just stretching! Will grumpily followed the other nude boys out the foyer and to the lift that would lead them to their dormitory. Seven Thralls squeezed into the lift, while the others waited for the next one. They could have spoken to each, after all they were alone with just their fellow Thralls for company but merely out of habit they stayed silent. The group’s “nocturnal erections” were deflating rapidly across the board and Will was strangely pleased to see that Thrall Jonathon’s dick wasn’t much bigger than his when it was flaccid.

“I saw what does guys were doing to you. I‘m surprised it took the Patriarch so long to notice”, whispered Thrall Joshua, his head lowered.

Will turned his head to face the boy. Joshua was a good guy; his sensitive and polite manner sort of reminded him of Steve. Joshua even looked a bit like Steve, with his light blonde hair and pale skin but of course Josh was more handsome. When Will had first been sold into the Order, he desperately looked out for any sightings of Steve. Maybe they had taken Steve to the Order of the Cock too instead of the Enforcer’s Guild or a Labour camp. But Will knew that he was just indulging wishful thinking. Steve was sweet and cute but the Order put no stock in “cute” or “sweet“. Yes, Joshua and Steve both had pale skin and short blonde hair but that’s where the similarity ended. Steve could never hope to match Joshua’s startling green eyes, full red lips or peach shaped arse. No, Steve was gone just like his Will’s father and everyone he’d ever loved.

“I think Vander is going blind, he left a…”

“Excuse me Thrall Will, but I think you meant to say PATRIACH VANDER” said a snooty voice behind them.

Will didn’t even bother turning round, he knew that arrogant voice too well.

“I’ll call him what I like when he isn’t standing over me with the controller box. Is that alright with you Thrall Ian?”

Ian harrumphed behind them but said nothing further. The other boys said nothing but shifted away from Will and Joshua as if they were suddenly infectious. It was clear whose side they were on. Will found their orthodoxy sickening. Didn’t they realise they were just disposable slaves? That the priests were merely old men who craved young flesh like a vampire craves blood? Will thought he knew what the problem was. Many of these boys had been programmed from childhood to accept the Thrall life; they really thought they had nothing to offer except hard dick and a pretty face. Will supposed it was understandable, in some religious households uncommonly beautiful males were presented to the Order on their sixteenth birthday for lifelong service to the Cock. No doubt Ian expected nothing more from his life. Will was different from them, an anomaly. He had not been brainwashed from childhood to accept Thrall life like the majority of them. Not for the first time, Will found himself wondered what Joshua’s story was. He wasn’t like the rest of the Thralls. Had Joshua been saved from the Enforcer’s Guild too?

Eventually, they reached the forty seventh floor and the group dispersed as they went to their separate bunks. Ian rudely shoved past Will and immediately went to his bunk to sleep like the Sub-Patriarch had told him. It was only seven o clock but for Ian there wasn’t much point being awake if your body wasn’t being appreciated by uncollared men. Will had tried to get Joshua’s attention but the boy was already walking over to the bathroom area to relief himself, evidently his bladder had woken up a along with the rest of his body. Will decided he would visit his Thrall Trainer David before turning in. David was sitting in his desk in his room reading. He looked tired, there were dark bags under his eyes and Will had to admit he looked his age tonight.

“Will“, he said jumping. Don’t scare me like that. I thought you were a Patriarch. They would punish me if they knew I had this!”

Will looked at the cover, it displayed a handsome bronzed youth standing naked and proud over a another boy. It was just one of those silly erotic novels you could buy anywhere. Seeing his confusion, David took the dust cover off and Will gasped as he saw the real title. David had a Biology textbook dating from before the Flood!

“Where did you find it?” said Will. “I thought they burnt everything from before”

David smiled and placed a hand calmly on the book in front of him.

“Not everything, I found this years and years ago in a bin. Imagine throwing out something so priceless but the QWO weren’t as bad then as they are now. It has real answers Will, not just Queer lies that the QWO teaches as fact!”

Will was desperate to read it. He had known in his heart for a long time, despite what the QWO taught: that the waters didn’t rise and the temperatures increase because of unchecked gender crime or because men and women weren’t being kept properly separate. There must be another reason…A SCIENTIFIC REASON, why the oceans had reclaimed most of Europe.

“Can I…can I read it?”

“Of course!”

So for the next several hour, Will began his education. It was nothing like they learnt at school. Concepts like genetics and evolution were entirely unfamiliar to him. No students learnt hard science in class anymore, only the bit and pieces they would need if for example they decided to become a hover bike mechanic or qualified Bliss dispenser. Will had never really dwelled on the similarities between humans and animals, he had never head of “Genetics”, and it was a revelation. Whenever he asked his father/teacher/neighbourhood Patriarch: questions like WHY do birds migrated in winter or HOW are the tides controlled by the moon: they had only been able mutter enigmatically… by the grace of the Cock”

Admittedly it was hard going at first: the sentences were so longwinded and strange (Unlike anything he had learnt from at school) and more than once he had to turn to David and ask what the meaning of a particular word was…

“David, What is a metabolism?

David laughed and took the book away from him. He pointed to the clock, it was half past nine. Will had been reading for hours!

“You’d better get to bed. Roll call is at 9.45 and you wouldn’t want to get in trouble with Patriarch Vander”

Will nodded, he stood up from his chair and immediately realised he had a twinge in his back. Must have been all that leaning forward over the biology book. He glanced down at his soft cock: lying sleepy and undisturbed. It was such an old feeling to be excited about something as intangible as reading. The QWO made it seem like everything exciting or thrilling, should make you hard. After all the male erection is the best way to bask in the glory of the Cock. Smiling to himself, he turned to leave…

“Oh by the way Will. Metabolism is the set of chemical reactions that happen in the cells of human organisms to create life. I’ll talk about it more tomorrow”

“Glory be to the Cock! Minister please come this way. We are honoured by your presence”

Patriarch Vander unashamedly grovelled before Minister Holbrook and his entourage. It had been over a year since a high ranking QWO council member had accepted an invitation to the Renewal ceremony and the Temple knew it was always wise to maintain a good relationship with the government. Minister Holbrook barely looked at the Patriarch, instead his cold eyes sized the boys standing motionless on the altar. After all that was why he was here.

The priest showed them to their seats: a roped off area near to the altar furnished with plump scarlet armchairs. Patriarch Vander saw with much resentment, that as well as his son, several servants and a collared house slave on a chain: Holbrook had also taken, two Enforcers to act as his guard. Usually those soulless monsters were restricted from entering the Temple but Vander couldn’t quite find the courage to mention this rule to the Minister. Instead he bit his tongue and went to prepare the rest of his Order. Worshipers had already begun filling the pews, men of all ages had come from all across London for the ceremony and soon there wouldn’t be a seat in the whole house.

It had been several years since Minister Holbrook had properly inspected the Thralls and in this time, yes there had been some very beautiful new additions. He particularly like that boy on the end, the one with the clear blue eyes and noble face. There was something special about him, the boy had fire in his eyes. Inspired, the Minister yanked the chain around his house slave neck: momentarily choking the boy and bringing his gimp masked covered face near his master’s crotch. Knowing what was expected of him, the slave began unzipping his master’s trousers…

Tad Holbrook who was sitting to the other side of his father, rolled his eyes impatiently. The only reason he had consented to come to this totally straight renewal ceremony was because his Dad had promised Tad he would buy him his own slave. It gave Tad such a raging hardon to fantasize about dominating his very own Thrall. He couldn’t wait to debase the sexy little fucker! Eagerly his piggy eyes went down the line of frozen boys. He had almost decided which one he would have (That muscly fucker with the twelve incher) when…Wait wasn’t that… No it couldn’t be…

He recognised the ginger bastard the moment he sauntered in as if he owned the place. Tad Holbrook had a lot of blood on his hands. Unable to look away because of the collar: Will could only stare helplessly at Tad and his father (who was being blown by a delicately built house slave) It was in that moment, Will vowed that he would do whatever it takes to kill both of them!

DONG! DONG! DONG!

The sound of bells vibrated around the cavernous hall, signalling the beginning of the ceremony. A progression of Patriarchs dressed in their finest purple robes walked solemnly down the aisle…

Nine boys were frozen on the altar and before the ceremony each had been assigned to a Patriarch controller. Patriarch Vander had been assigned to control Will’s body. Moments later, the all male choir started to sing one of the Order’s most sacred hymns and very soon the congregation joined in:

“It’s Raining Men! Hallelujah!— It’s Raining Men! Amen! I’m gonna go out to run and let myself get- Absolutely soaking wet!”

As the crowd sang joyously: Will felt the all too familiar buzz of his collar as it activated. Suddenly his legs gave way and he fell to the ground. All around him; legs stiffened and head jerked as the boys were controlled by their collars. Each Thrall’s helpless limbs clumsily rearranged themselves in their controller’s chosen position. Will was on his knees, his back straight and unyielding. The collar stimulated each and every vertebrae; keeping his posture perfect, the line of his body unbroken. His arms hanging stiffly at his side. The Thralls were now frozen in their new pose: Joshua was in a crouched position, his hard dick sandwiched between his taut stomach and the meaty thighs whilst his big ass pointed into the air. Ian stood over Will: his erection grasped in his left hand but his blank gaze directed over Will’s head. A boy called Jason was on his hands and knees, his open mouth hovering so close to Will’s member that a strand of his saliva dribbled onto the tip.

They were so incredibly still, that they could have all been dolls but they weren’t, they were men trapped in a moment of time. The crowd loved it! The anticipation was tangible: the singing got louder and all through the congregation: fathers, sons. brothers, uncles, teachers, barbers, police officers, office workers: excitedly pulled down their trousers to have a good ole grope of their own throbbing erections. No one ever bothered wearing underwear on the Sabbath day. Glory be to the Cock! Even The Patriarchs’ erectionss poked out cheekily from between the partings of their robes. Will felt the band of metal awaken around his neck: shooting jolts of electricity to every muscles in his body. His mouth fell open, giving him an even more vacant look. Ian’s hand twitched twice and then came alive. The other boy guided his dick into Will’s mouth and once this was accomplished: his hand fell back to his side. Will’s tongue came alive and his lips closed around Ian. Will could feel the other Thrall tremble as he slurped and slobbered over his cock. Meanwhile Jason was busy deep-throating Will’s own hardness with practiced proficiency. From the corner of his eye, Will could see Jonathon carefully insert his long hard member into Joshua’s unlubed arsehole. Each boy maintained their deadpan expression, even though it must have been very painful for Joshua due to Jonathon’s legendary endowment. For the rest of the service: the Thralls fucked each other rotten. It was all a part of the ceremony: neither Thrall nor Patriarch was permitted to orgasm until the renewal. Even with the collar regulating muscle control and body temperature: Will always found this part uncomfortable. His balls felt massive, as the semen bubbled and simmered inside them: desperately wanting to escape. There was nothing Jason could do to get Will off but regardless he would continue puffing on his fellow Thrall’s swollen tool. Will’s mouth felt sticky and thick with precum, it was the only flavour Will could taste as his tongue swirled around the pulsing cock head.

“Oh thank Cock“, thought Will as he felt his muscles move again. Each Thrall stopped what they were doing and smoothly detached themselves from each others dicks or arse.

“BEAUTY AND YOUTH IS BUT TWO ASPECTS OF THE HOLY TRINITY OF COCK”, boomed Patriarch Vander fiddling with Will’s control box

The boys each took a place in a circle around a shallow bowl that had been placed near the centre of the altar. Will’s hand was suddenly around Jonathon’s twelve inch dick while Jason was holding his own. In unison they wanked each other, taking identical long laborious strokes. Ian came first, then Joshua and so on: with a shudder each boy dumped their warm load into the bowl. Once they had all spurted as much as they were able, they were made to line up again. Will felt an pressure, like an invisible arm press against his back. He found himself bent over, his stunned face pointing out towards the congregation of hungry men. The Thralls waited patiently while the Patriarchs prepared themselves. Patriarch Vander mixed the bowl of Thrall cum with his finger: the divine essence of so many beautiful boys. His voice trembled with the strength of his arousal and conviction:

“THE THIRD ASPECT IS WISDOM. TONIGHT THE TRINITY WILL BE RENEWED”

He then stuck his dick into the bowl of cooling cum, making sure to coat it completely. After Vander each priest did the same thing until they were all wet with slave boy cum. They stood behind the boy they were controlling and slipped wetly into them. The sperm had returned to the source. The crowd started to chant:

“COCK, COCK, COCK, COCK, COCK, COCK…”

The Patriarchs heaved and panted as they fucked their Thrall with their own cum. They could never hope to match the athletic lovemaking demonstrated by the younger men but they still shot deeply into firm and compliant buttocks with admirable finesse. Allowing themselves no time to recover, they removed themselves from their Thralls and programmed the collars to return the boys to their dormitory. Panting heavily Patriarch Vander dried his dick on his robe.

“THE RENEWAL CEREMEONY IS COMPLETE. NOW GO FORTH AND SERVE THE COCK”

“THANKS BE TO COCK”

Replied the crowd gleefully. Most of them would now go find someone to fuck at home or at the park. It’s funny how Temple always makes a person horny. At the front of the congregation, Tad was wiping down his jeans. A not very difficult task with the advent of semen absorptive denim. His father meanwhile was spanking his slave with a shoe, the idiot boy accidentally let some of Master’s cum dribble down his front. The two Enforcers watched in mounting arousal, they loved to see sexy young boys get beaten.

“Dad, dad, stop it!” said Tad grasping his fathers arm as he lifted it the strike the cowering slave again. “You‘ve only had it six months. Remember how long it took to get a replacement last time when you made your last slave set itself on fire”

“As was my right! The little bastard burnt my toast!”

“Still, It doesn’t look good”

Minister Holbrook turned his furious eyes away from his disobedient slave and onto his son. Yes he was right, it wouldn’t be good publicity for him, if it ever became known that he had permanently disposed of slaves that displeased him. A few bruises were fine and generally considered good slave etiquette but it might raise an eyebrow or two if he broke another set of legs...

“You’re right son. Luckily for you slave, I’m a merciful master”, he said sneering at the cringing boy on the ground. A strand of light blonde hair had escaped the mask while wet tears ran down the black leather. The Enforcers sniggered into their gloves.

“Dad, you know you said I could have a slave now I‘m eighteen?”

“Yes my Son”

“I know who I want”