Mean Teen High

Note : This story is completely fictional!

Triton had lived in New England all his life. His mother and father had cared for him and looked after him for this amount of time, until they died last week in a car crash.
The car had slipped from the hover path and had swerved into a car opposite, both cars falling down the bank and plunging into the sea. Triton was lucky, he had swam to safety, but his mother and father were already dead from the impact.

So now, on this fine day of July the first, Triton is being drove (ironically by hover car) to Midwar Tachers Secondary School. He knew that he had to live somewhere so the council of New England decided to put him in a boarding school for the time being until they found some of Triton's relatives, but they could find none.
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It took at least an hour for the hover car to reach the boarding school. It was a castle near enough, two great oak doors swung open on their hinges with two great turrets reaching fifty feet into the air stood like two erect dicks, and were actually shaped like dicks.
The chauffeur took Triton's belongings through the doors and lead him to a great and grand hall where other boys stood laughing, joking, eating, drinking. He felt that this was his home now, and nothing could take it away from him. 

The chauffeur smiled at Triton before taking the suitcases away.
Triton looked around. He was only eleven years old and these boys in the room were all at different ages. He spotted the ones that were about his age and then he could see the older ones, their nice tight bodies behind their fantastic school clothes. black trousers and a gleaming white shirt- that's what it said on the list. So that was what Triton was given, not to mention his new pants. 

Pants, or briefs, were what his father had worn, so his father had made Triton wear pants as well. Triton did not know what any other type of underwear felt like, and had never been given the opportunity to try.
He walked over to the table of food. There was fruit, chocolate, sandwiches, chicken. All sorts of stuff was dotted around. He picked up a chicken drumstick and started munching into it when someone approached him. 

This someone was a boy about the same size as Triton. He had short brown hair and baby blue eyes. Spots were dotted around his face, but no one seemed to care, for most of these teens had spots.
"Hello," the boy said, his voice really kind. "My name's Zaski, what's your name?"
"I'm Triton, pleased to meet you," Triton said, holding out his hand to the boy. They shook hands and smiled at each other. There was an immediate connection there, both boys knew it.
"What happens now that we're all here?" Triton asked, guessing that everyone was here.
"Oh, the headmaster has to speak to us, then we can go to our dormitories." Zaski said, smiling at Triton.
Triton looked over at the stage that loomed over at the hall. A figure, dressed in a black robe stood at the edge and raised his hands. Triton guessed this was the headmaster.

"Boys!" the headmaster shouted. His face was old and wrinkly, grey hair flowing to his shoulders, dark blue eyes looking over at everyone. "Welcome back to Midwar, where we will have another exciting year. But unfortunately, last year was my last year, so that means I am leaving." The boys all sighed in unison, they obviously liked this headmaster. "You will answer to your new head, Mr. Geralos!"

A man from the back of the stage stood up. He was wearing nothing at all. His dick was soft and was about seven inches. Two low hanging balls hung underneath his perfect dick and a dark hairy bush sat above them both. The old headmaster turned to greet him and pulled off his black robes, revealing his body, which looked very youthful. The old headmaster reached his hand down and shook on Mr. Geralos's dick, making it go hard, then he left the stage.
Mr. Geralos looked like a younger version of the old headmaster, black hair flowing to his shoulders, dark blue eyes. But he was not his son.
"Now boys," Geralos started. "You can all go to your dome-itories, your teachers are outside waiting."
The boys all filed out of the room, grabbing food and drinks, stuffing it in their pockets and down their trousers.
The teachers outside were all men, and all were stunning men. The older boys new which teacher they had to go to, the first years had no idea. But there was a sign that said:- First years this way.

They followed the sign, all forty of the first years until they reached a man called Dr. Pablos, the head of year 1.
"So this is my bunch then is it?" he said to them. He had short black hair and brown eyes. He was only young, Triton guessed about twenty or so. "If you would like to follow me I'll take you to our building."
They all walked out of the main front door of the castle and walked round the side. Now Triton could see five big buildings, shaped like domes. They were all numbered and they guessed that their building was the one marked '1'.

They walked inside as Dr. Pablos did and they saw bed after bed after bed. It appeared each one of the boys had a bed each, with nice fluffy pillows and soft warm duvets. Dr. Pablos's bed was the bed in the middle of the room, the bed that was king size.
"Right," Dr. Pablos said. "You all have your own bed, your belongings have been brought here to your own bed. You will find your name hanging above one of the beds."
The boys all walked around the circular room to find their bed. Triton found his, and so did Zaski, for their beds were next to each other.
When all of the boys were sitting on their beds Dr. Pablos told them to unpack their suitcases and make themselves at home. He told them that he would only be a minute as he left the dome.

Triton started unpacking his case and looked around at some of the other boys. Most of them had started stripping off, for they knew what this school was all about. This school had been renamed by the boys as Mean teen High, where they could enjoy gay sex as much as they wanted.
Triton, feeling left out now that nearly all of the boys apart from him had taken their clothes off started to take his off. He took off his shirt, then his shoes and socks, and then his trousers, revealing his pants.
"Aahh! Look!" shouted one boy from the opposite side of the dome. "That boy's wearing pants!!"
Triton could feel every eye upon him. It seemed that pants were out of the fashion, and obviously boxers were in. The boy who had shouted came over to him and pushed him on the bed.
"What's your problem?" Triton said, turning to see his attacker. This boy was small, black highlighted hair and brown eyes, with a nice soft five inch cock on him.
"You," the boy said. He rolled Triton over and pulled down his pants, slapping his ass. Then he rolled him over again and pulled his pants off completely, sitting on Triton's hard dick. 

"You, panty boy," the boy said, jumping up and down, groaning as Triton's dick was going up his tight ass. "You are gonna fuck me and then I am gonna fuck you. I'm gonna fuck you so much that you will be wearing pants all the time, just to hold in all the shit that your wounded ass can't hold in."
"GET OFF OF HIM!" shouted Dr. Pablos, running into the building and over to Triton's bed. The boy jumped off of Triton feeling scared. "Go over into the room at the back and stay in there until I come in to get you!" Dr. Pablos shouted at the boy. The boy obeyed him, running over to the back room with his tail literally in between his legs. Dr. Pablos picked Triton up, and carried him into the back room as well. The boys went back to their unpacking immediately.
Triton was placed on the floor and looked right into Dr. Pablos's eyes. He could see anger.

"Right," Dr. Pablos started, "Can you tell me what the hell you were thinking?"
"He wears pants Doc," the boy started. 
"Is that so?" Dr. Pablos said, turning to Triton. Triton looked humiliated. Then Dr. Pablos started taking his own clothes off. The boy smirked, knowing what was going to happen. "Well, for wearing pants Triton you will undergo a punishment that most boys here have undergone already."
"What is that?" Triton said, in a frightened tone.
"Ball drop," Dr. Pablos said, removing his trousers revealing his uncut six inch floppy. He bent down and picked up Triton again walking out of the room and out of the dome. The boys all followed. 
Dr. Pablos walked to the castle and went through the doors into the hall where he laid Triton down. Then he walked over to a series of buttons on the wall and pressed one, a panel in the floor next to Triton opened. Then he walked over to a cupboard and pulled out what looked like a small version of a condom with two wires supporting two weights hanging from it.

"This is the ball drop," Dr. Pablos said. "I am going to attach this to your balls and you are going to stand over the top of the panel." 
Triton decided that he should do what Dr. Pablos said because if he didn't, the man would make him anyway. Dr. Pablos walked over to him and clipped the ball drop onto Triton's balls. It made him gasp a bit but he got used to it. Dr. Pablos held the weights in his hand and walked with Triton to the panel.
"This will teach you never to wear pants," Dr. Pablos said, dropping the weights through the panel. Triton let out a blood curdling scream. The pain he felt ripple through his genitals was too much for him. The boys around him all started laughing. The older ones knew what this was like, because most of them had undergone the same treatment.

"I think he has had enough," said the new headmaster, walking into the hall from the shadows of the stage. Dr. Pablos looked up at the headmaster and the hall fell silent. They were all scared of this man. 
"Take it off of him Pablos," Mr. Geralos said. Dr. Pablos unclipped the ball drop from Triton, the boy clutching his balls tightly. "I will take him into my office and tend to him. The rest of you go back to your domes. Dr. Pablos, come with me."
The two men and Triton walked to the stage and through a door at the back, which was the headmaster's office. Geralos sat in his chair, Pablos put Triton on the desk and then went to sit in the chair opposite Geralos.
"Triton, I will talk to you in a moment about what has happened but first I must talk to Dr. Pablos." Geralos said.
"I only did what the-"
"I don't care what you only did," interrupted Geralos, "because I find what you did to be disgraceful. He is only eleven years old for fucks sake! Plus, you obviously haven't read through the new rule book."
"No sir, I didn't," confessed Pablos.
"The new rules state, and I might as well tell you all of them, that '(1) Pants are allowed, (2)The ball drop is only to be administered by the headmaster, (3)no clothes allowed in the hall or anywhere in the castle, and (4) all teachers can do whatever they want to pupils, apart from the ball drop and other harming implements.' Is that clear to you Dr. Pablos?"
"That's clear," Pablos replied.
"You will be punished for your actions, therefore you will undergo the ball drop."
"Ok then sir, I am willing to take the consequence," Dr. Pablos stood from the chair and left Geralos with Triton.
"Triton, are you feeling ok?" Geralos asked.
"I am feeling a lot better sir," Triton said, still caressing his balls.
"Good, now that you're feeling ok please go back to your dome and get some sleep, tomorrow is going to be a much better day."

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Triton woke early that morning as Zaski touched him. Triton smiled a little and then stretched in his bed, Zaski also smiled. He thought Triton looked so sexy in bed, he just wanted to put his hands all over him.
"What time is it?" Triton asked, sleepily.
"It's five o'clock," Zaski replied. "But I wanted to wake you up early because I wanted to show you something."
"What?" Triton asked, sitting up and looking around. The rest of the kids in the dome were all asleep, snoring gently.
"Follow me," Zaski replied. He grabbed Triton's hand and pulled him out of bed and through the dome doors. Neither boy was wearing clothes, for that was how they had slept, naked. 

They had gone round the back of the dome and had come to a cluster of short trees.
"My brother," Zaski started, still walking through the trees clutching onto Triton, "before he left, told me of a place behind dome 1 that was secret. There are only five people that now know about it. Me, and four others in the school. I don't know who they are but I'm sure we'll find out."
They came now to a clearing covered with mattresses and in the corner a tin bath tub full of things Triton couldn't make out.
"Welcome to the Sex Den!"

Triton smiled and then put his arms round Zaski's body. He was so warm and clean and smelled so nice!! He reached down and felt that Zaski's cock had grown hard and strong. Bending down slowly he took the cock in his mouth and started to bob up and down in a nice regular motion. Zaski started to groan. Triton was really getting him off and fast.

Triton himself was hard and so started wanking quickly. His mouth movements were getting much quicker now, Zaski's moaning also started to increase, his cock bouncing around in Triton's mouth, the foreskin being peeled back a millimetre a second.
It was not long until both boys spunk was spurting from their cocks, Zaski's into Triton's mouth and Triton's on the mattress.
"Oh that was great," Zaski said, kissing triton as he stood from the ground.
"I know it was," Triton replied.

But as both boys lay down and were kissing each other passionately, they didn't see the man come up behind them......

To be continued