Rawley Academy: Part 2 ======================
By TopLegal
WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse
and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this
offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or
you are not of legal age, do not read it. Any resemblance of
characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental.
(c) 2002, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via
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Day 6 -----
I was able to hear the outdoor concert in my room at the
Professor's house. Meanwhile I was stuck naked in a small locked
room of a new professor's house and subject to violent corporal
punishment for even mild misbehaviors.
The worst part was the realization that my protector, my father,
not only knew about these indignities but was the financial
sponsor of my humiliation.
Professor Schlosser kept me busy so many hours a day that it was
difficult to focus on much but crying so much about the picnic and
concert had left me without sleep and a lot of time to think.
An idea for escape began to form in my mind. If I had thought
things through I would have recognized the futility of the plan.
But acting before thinking was what had landed me in 24-hour
nudity at the hands of a strict disciplinarian. I resolved to
sneak out when Professor Schlosser let me out for my shower and my
breakfast. I hated breakfast anyhow, some vile, cement like cereal
and a banana every single day.
Professor Schlosser commented when he came in to wake me that I
"looked terrible. Now get up and get moving." I decided to go for
it without showering and as soon as Professor Schlosser headed out
I went to the bathroom and started the water for a shower.
Then I walked downstairs and opened the front door. I was stark
naked and also already in quite hot water. I had not even stepped
out onto the patio when I felt Professor Schlosser's firm hand on
my shoulder: "Big mistake Scout."
The Professor unceremoniously carried me to my room like a sack of
unwanted goods. "I'll be back with a bullwhip later this morning,"
the Professor explained as he restrained me face down to the bed.
I had never noticed the restraints before. Now I was stuck waiting
and scared shitless. It felt like the better part of a day before
he returned and when he did I started begging for forgiveness.
"Scout, I am so disappointed about this morning," the Professor
explained as he let the coil of a bull whip rest on the small of
my back. "You had been making so much progress and then this."
With each statement he gently lifted the whip off my back and then
placed it back down. It was a terrifying and firm reminder about
my upcoming fate.
"Please Professor, it was a terrible mistake and it won't happen
again," I begged.
The Professor responded, "I am certain that after this evening's
punishment that you will not walk out on me again."
There were several minutes of awkward tension before the
punishment started. The first stroke of the whip was the most
intense and searing pain I had ever felt in my entire life. The
horrible part is that the pain continued as the Professor lashed
me over and over again with the whip. My screams went completely
unheeded as over thirty lashes landed violently and precisely
across my back.
"Do you have anything to say now Scout?"
"I am sorry Professor," I responded.
"And?"
"Thank you for punishing me Professor," I found myself saying
despite the intense pain I had just endured. As I said it I found
myself realizing that I felt genuinely ashamed about my earlier
behavior. But the worst feeling was that I felt like my punishment
had been barely adequate for my misdeeds. What had Professor
Schlosser done to me in just six days?
I went to sleep restrained to the bed and without any food for the
day. The next day would start again with Professor Schlosser's
violent conditioning program.
Day 7 -----
Professor Schlosser entered at the usual time and released me from
the restraints. I was still unbearably sore and Professor
Schlosser pushed the restraints under bed and out of sight. He
then scooped me up gently and kissed me on the forehead tenderly
and carried me to the bathroom for a bath.
I felt like a little child as he dipped me into the bathtub and
sponged me down.
When he finished and helped me out I thanked him profusely and
went downstairs for my breakfast. Somehow the cement-cereal and
banana did not seem so bad for a change. Mark, Rawley Academy's
Dean and Professor Schlosser's lover, was in the kitchen. He
commented on my whip marked back. Each day in Professor
Schlosser's "care" brought new humiliations to my life.
My studies were intensive and Professor Schlosser gave no slack
for having been out of commission the previous day. In fact it was
apparent that I had been given two days worth of studies for a
single day.
I resolved ~not~ to throw a temper tantrum and took the homework
eagerly and dove into it with abandon. By the time Professor
Schlosser came to unlock me for lunch I had made surprising
headway and got a kiss on the forehead and a "Good boy Scout."
After eating my lunchtime PB&J and drinking a glass of milk the
Professor showed me the basement workout room. He showed me a
workout chart and explained how to use the different equipment.
"Ok, Scout every day after lunch you will come down here and work
out. After forty-five minutes on the elliptical machine you will
do the strength training and then head upstairs."
I nodded.
"While you work out today I will be modifying the lock to your
room to be self-locking from the outside. After your work out you
will take a quick shower and then lock yourself up for the
afternoon. Any questions?"
"No Professor," I responded and then immediately started the
workout. There was a pair of socks, sneakers and a jock strap on
the floor for me to wear during the workout.
Before Professor Schlosser disappeared he pointed out the closed
circuit cameras in the gym that would allow him to review my
workout in detail.
It felt really good to workout and I lost sight of the soreness in
my back as I worked my body on the elliptical machine. The
free-weight work felt really good too. I toyed with disobeying the
Professor and my sore back started to tingle and I gave up the
thought.
As I walked up I noticed more small cameras throughout the house,
in the bathroom I showered in and even in my bedroom prison cell.
Locking myself in the room was another new low for me but I did it
willingly. I found it felt really good to please the Professor and
the thought of disobeying him was terrifying.
I finished the rest of the homework and studies easily before
dinner and was really proud to show my work off to the Professor
when I was unlocked for dinner.
He was appreciative and led me down for dinner. After dinner I got
to watch TV with him and the Dean. It was odd to hear the Dean,
Mark, talking about some of the students getting into trouble for
a prank. It was odd though, it felt like all of that was a world
away.
As the news came on Dayton, the Professor, sent me up to bed. He
did not come up right away but when he did it was really nice to
be kissed on the forehead by him.
"How are you feeling today Scout?"
"Really good Professor," I responded.
"Does it make you feel good to please me?"
An odd question I thought but even odder still I found myself
answering, "Yes, it does Professor."
"Good," he said as he gave me a gentle hug, "and how do you feel
when you disappoint me?"
It felt wonderful to be hugged by the Professor despite the fact
that he was a violent disciplinarian who kept me a nude prisoner.
But my feelings about disappointing the Professor surprised me as
I said them aloud, "I feel terrible after I disappoint you
Professor and feel like I deserve to be punished seriously."
The Professor smiled warmly at me, "that is good, I think it is
very important that you have strong positive feelings about
pleasing me and very unpleasant feelings about displeasing me."
I nodded.
"My charges all start off hating me," the Professor said matter of
factly, "but usually about two to three weeks in they come around
to your point of view. You are coming along quite quickly." He
pulled me quite close and held me tight.
"Thank you Professor," I responded. I felt empty as he let me go
to fall asleep.
Day 8 -----
I woke up the next morning eager to please Professor Schlosser. My
whip marks were healing nicely and I was surprised to be invited
to his office that morning before breakfast.
Professor Schlosser was absent but a stack of reports on my
progress were the desk facing me. I picked them up and read
through them. Seeing the list of my progress--and
misadventures--laid out in graphic detail for my father was
overwhelming. In particular the comment on my runaway attempt:
"Severe disobedience requiring maximum punishment (30 lashes)" was
the entire description.
My dad would know I was getting whipped and was going to pay this
man to keep doing it to me. Like the earlier report I initialed
the pages and then left them to be sent out by Professor
Schlosser.
In the kitchen Mark was under the table sucking Dayton's cock.
Professor Schlosser was eating a beautiful omelet and bacon that
Mark had prepared. I had my cement cereal and a banana.
I liked it.
A lot.
After Professor Schlosser finished his breakfast he explained my
homework for the day and sent me off to my room. I locked myself
in eager to get to focus on my tasks and please the Professor.
Lunch was late that day and the Professor's only comment was that
he had been detained disciplining five unruly students after
class. My PB&J and glass of milk were terrific. I finished and
headed down for a workout without prompting.
I put on the socks, sneakers and jockstrap to work out. After
finishing I locked myself back in and focused on the rest of my
homework.
Dinner was a nice meal cooked by the Dean and after dinner, I was
able to watch TV. The Dean and the Professor joined me after a bit
and the Dean started sucking the Professor's cock in front of me.
"By the way Mark," the Professor explained to the cock sucking
Dean, "I dealt with the troublemakers after their class this
morning. They will not be able to sit down for quite some time. I
gave each twenty-plus licks with the cane."
The Dean nodded approvingly as he sucked Dayton's cock eagerly.
"Hey, Scout," Dayton explained, "it was the entire leading line up
of the football team that got it this morning."
I knew better than to talk out of turn already and nodded
approvingly.
The Professor orgasmed into the Dean's mouth.
The Professor walked me up to my bedroom prison and came in with
me to tuck me in. "Scout are you angry at your father?"
"No Professor," I said after a few moments thought. It was true, I
was not angry at my dad. I was not even angry at Professor
Schlosser.
"Do you find it humiliating to have to sign off on your reports?"
"Yes Professor."
"Good," the Professor responded, "it should be. How about the food
I am serving you?"
"I am learning to appreciate it Professor," I responded.
The Professor hugged me, "do you want some porno for your
entertainment?"
"Gay porno?"
"Only if that is what you want," the Professor said.
"So I can have straight porno?"
"If you prefer."
"Why?"
"Scout, don't question everything so much, you are a fourteen
year-old boy, you have urges, sometimes there is a need to let off
steam."
I had always been straight, or at least "not gay." But watching
Dayton's relationship with Mark was turning me on. "Can I have
some of both types?"
"One closet-gay special coming up," the Professor said and left
the room. He returned with a small stack of porn and left it by my
bed. "Lights out in thirty minutes," he said and left.
I ended up pulling the gay porn from the stack and stroking myself
to orgasm. It felt good to get some sexual release and given
everything that had happened recently I was not even ashamed that
I had wanked off to gay stuff.
Day 9 -----
The next morning I felt the best I had since arriving into
Professor Schlosser's prison. The cereal was awful but I found
myself liking it more each day.
"Hey Scout," the Dean said, "I hear you asked for some gay porno."
"Yeah, so?"
"Just nice to see you are relaxing a bit and letting go of needing
to be some top-jock."
I nodded. After breakfast, I was immersed in my studies until
lunch.
Professor Schlosser entered with a young boy who could not be more
than a year or two older than me. "This is Damien," the Professor
said introducing the young boy.
"Hi Damien, I'm Scout."
"Damien was my charge last year and he is visiting for a long
weekend," the Professor said as he helped Damien out of his
clothing.
After Damien was naked we were both steered downstairs for lunch.
Two PB&J sandwiches and glasses of milk were on the table. We both
ate without prompting. Afterwards I showed the way to the basement
and there were two workout outfits. We alternated turns on the
machines without talking much to each other.
Then it was up to my room and since I had been quick with my
studies and work there was time to ask questions.
"So," I asked.
Damien laughed, "your dad pay to whip you into shape?"
"Yeah."
"Well Dayton--the Professor--takes his job very seriously," Damien
explained, "he is a Tae Kwon Do expert who specializes in
administering corporal punishment and as studied mind control
techniques for the better part of ten years to get to where he
is."
"Mind control?"
"Come on, you hate that cereal, we all do, but you eat it anyhow,
fuck you probably think you like it a bit by now."
He was right. I asked, "how long will I be here?"
"I was kept a prisoner for my entire freshman year of high school
and then released. That seems typical."
"Typical?"
"He gets about one million per subject, before me there were
twins, and before them others."
"So he arranges for us to meet intentionally?"
"Would you want to disappoint him by not visiting as instructed?"
I thought about it, "No, I hate to disappoint the Professor."
Damien smiled, "Be happy, he won't hurt you sexually and when he
finishes your mind will be open to really learning."
"So just enjoy getting whipped, and learn to like having my mind
warped?"
"Look the twins who came before me fought it tooth and nail for
the first year and had to spend an extra year. That was the only
time the Professor's techniques were not an immediate success. But
perhaps that was because they were twins."
"How does he do it to our minds?"
"No clue," Damien said, "none of us have a clue. But we all love
him to bits for beating the crap out of us and keeping us
prisoners."
"Are you angry with your parents?"
"No, of course not," Damien said, "I love them so much for putting
the Professor in my life."
"Are you gay?"
Damien looked at me, "no, the twins were gay though, you gay?"
"I think maybe I am," I said timidly.
"Cool," Damien said.
"So why are you really here?"
"Grade and attitude check for sophomore year," he explained. "Can
we talk about something else?"
"Do you get good at telling time without a watch?"
"Yeah," Damien responded, "but can we talk about something else
completely. My stomach is in knots and after I get thrashed later
I will have to take a Greyhound bus for 10 hours back to New York
with a sore-red ass."
An odd thought came to my head: if his ass was sore it was because
he deserved it.
Damien commented, "yeah, I know what you are thinking. I thought
the same thing about the twins when the visited. Heck, I even
think it myself."
We ended up laying next to each other on the bed, snuggling gently
in an unusual, but also asexual fashion for the next few hours.
Professor Schlosser made me stand in the office and watch Damien
get his ass beaten later. I was riveted at the sight of Damien's
smooth white ass being assaulted with the cane repeatedly. I was
also certain that Damien thoroughly deserved every single stroke
of the cane and that Professor Schlosser was absolutely right to
administer it violently.
I was then excused as soon as the punishment ended to lock myself
in my room. I would not see Damien again for quite some time.
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