Killenkoff Institute

  Chapter 3 of 26

Tyler slept fitfully in his new surroundings. He had terrible dreams. And who would not? The walls of his cell were filled with posters of huge dripping dicks. He was eleven and knew a bit about sex but had never seen such things. And then to be forced to lick Ivan’s cock. He had been made to swipe his tongue over the sweaty stalk and the leaking head of a teenage cock. He would never forget the odor and slightly salty taste. There was no water in the room, and his mouth tasted of cock all night.

He must have drifted off to sleep because he was suddenly shaken awake by Ivan, who stood over him. He wore a tight white tee shirt, which showed off his muscular pecs, and tight jeans that displayed his magnificent cock bulge.

“Wake up, cunt boy. It’s a new day…the first day of your education.”

Ivan slapped Tyler’s tits, and the eleven-year-old boy’s tits bounced and swung, the nipples getting hard.

“Get up. Stand at attention. Do you know how to do that? No, stupid, not like in the army. Attention here is different. Bend slightly at the waist so your tits are hanging, and push them forward. Legs spread, so your asshole is on display. Now look up and open your mouth, so your face cock hole can be seen. Hands behind your back. Good.”

Tyler was in extreme pain standing like this, but he tried hard to obey, knowing that somehow things would go easier for him if he did, at least, until he could find some way out of this hell.

“I’ll bet you have to piss and shit, huh, cunt boy?”

Ivan was so vile and crude that Tyler could hardly stand it. Tyler could scarcely stand to look at the handsome teen boy. His entire body blushed.

“Yes, sir.”

“Yes, sir, what?”

“Yes, sir, I have to use the toilet.”

Ivan slapped Tyler hard enough to leave a handprint on his beautiful face.

“No, you don’t have to use the toilet. You have to shit and piss. Now say it.”

“I have to shit and piss, sir!”

It was abhorrent. Tyler never used such language. Ivan laughed and reached out, grabbing the eleven-year-old nipple nubs and twisting them.

“That’s a good little faggot. A pretty little cunt boy, that’s what you are. I’ll bet you just can’t wait to get my cock in your mouth again. And this time, I promise to shoot a load for you, a nice slimy fuck cream for you to swallow. All right, let’s go to the piss and shit room.”

Naked, Tyler followed Ivan out of his room into the corridor. There he passed other bare-assed boys, most of them looking downcast and shamed as they walked or crawled, totally naked, next to a fully clothed male. Some males were older men, and some were older teenage boys like Ivan.

The room had a sign on it, PISS AND SHIT ROOM. He could not believe this. It must be some never-ending nightmare. Assuredly, the horror must abate soon. Inside the big, sterile-looking room, he saw eight other naked boys, the youngest about seven, the oldest about fifteen. They stood naked in a line.

“Go ahead...get in line.”

Then, to his horror, Tyler saw what the line was for. There was no toilet! There was a hole in the tiled floor. The boy in the front of the queue would straddle the hole with his ass spread wide. And then he would squat and shit and piss into the hole. At least a dozen men sat on bleachers right in front of the boys to watch them piss and shit. They pointed and commented on each boy who was evacuating his bowels or urinating. But that was not the worst. Cameras, trained on the boys’ baby pricks and assholes, projected the piss tubes and shitholes onto large TV screens hanging from the ceiling. Every intimate moment of the private act was captured for all to watch. Tyler put one hand to his mouth and felt like he needed to throw up.

The boy squatting over the hole suddenly yelled out quite loudly, “Shitting now!”

The audience leaned in for a better look or scanned the screens for a close-up of the turd forcing its way out of the boy’s asshole. After he was through, it was the boy’s job behind him in line to wipe his ass with a single paper tissue. The boys had to clean each other’s most guarded part.

“Don’t worry. You’ll soon get used to it. It’s nothing compared to the other stuff we have to do,” the pretty eight-year-old boy behind Tyler whispered, but at the moment, it seemed to Tyler unequivocally horrifying.

“Usually, we’re forbidden to speak, but I was given permission. I can say a few things to you to help talk you through this. I’m Tiño, and I have been here for two months. It’s far worse than you can ever imagine. We’re fucked and tortured all the time. We live here only to serve cock. All our classes are about how to take care of men’s sexual needs, and most of them are super perverse.

“Now, when you piss and shit, make sure to yell out quite loudly, ‘Pissing now’ and ‘Shitting now.’ If you don’t, you will be punished.”

Tyler turned slightly to catch a glimpse of the pretty boy behind him. He was shorter than Tyler and had dark, almost black hair. His face looked childlike, but his tits were huge with swollen nipples—shockingly huge. Tyler wondered how an eight-year-old boy could have such big tits. The boy had a narrow waist and slender legs. His prick was hairless, and the low-hanging balls were swollen. The boy smiled briefly.

“It’s so they can watch closely on the monitors and see the piss and turds. You have a stunning body, so they’re going to like you. I hope you don’t suffer too much. Just obey them and do whatever they say. It’s no use fighting or refusing. They’ll just hurt you, and you have to do the stuff in the end anyway. Here, take a tissue from the pile. You are only allowed one, so use it carefully. You’ll be licking his ass clean when you finish wiping. And stick your tits out; they get furious if you don’t.”

As if to demonstrate, the young boy pushed his huge tits even further out, his nipples very nearly dancing with the movement.

“You must know by now how much guys love big titties.”

Poor Tyler could not turn fully around to see his new friend. He knew that would be forbidden. He tried to push his tits out more, but his shoulders and back ached from the effort. Cunt boys are very aware of their tits anyway, and their nipples always seem overly sensitive.

The part where Tyler got to the front of the line was all a blur to him. He somehow managed to wipe the ass of the boy before him. He saw the shit on the tissue before he dropped it in the hole, and he almost puked. Then, he had to squat and show everyone how he went to the toilet. It was the most embarrassing thing in his life, but it was nothing to what lay ahead.

After he somehow got through shitting and pissing—and he perhaps did not shit as much as he should have—but Tyler was too humiliated—he followed the boys to the shower room. In the shower room, naked muscular boys with scrub brushes washed and cleaned the boys, feeling their pricks, assholes, and nipples while they cleaned them. The boys seemed to be between fifteen and eighteen years of age and enjoyed their task tremendously. They all sported enormous hard-ons. It was as if you could not work in this school if you did not have a humongous cock. Tyler was intimidated as the cocks bounced and rubbed against his naked body as the boys washed him, talking about how cute the new cunt boy was. They spoke in the vilest, offensive manner.

“Look at the fresh young pussy on this faggot,” said one cute curly-headed boy.

“Not much in the udder department, but we’ll fix that, I’m sure.”

“Oh, my god! He has the cutest little clitty.”

Another boy, a brutish-looking fellow with darker skin, grunted, “I can’t wait to get my cunt stuffer into his mouth and unload some fuck scum down his throat.”

Tyler had painfully plucked all his prick and ass hair off his smooth pale body before he had gone to bed the previous night. Now the boys ran their fingers over his private areas, looking for clitty hair and cunt hair. They found two tiny hairs, hardly noticeable, right near the root of his prick and told him they would report him to Ivan. He begged them not to, and they just laughed. One of the boys slapped his ass, not hard, but in an obscene way, as if he was nothing but livestock.

Still standing under the hot shower spray, which felt good, one naked teen thug said to him, “Okay, kneel and open your mouth. It’s time to clean out your face cunt.”

They pushed Tyler to his knees. Then, a boy, who was about sixteen and had a mean look on his handsome face, lathered the soap and covered his thick throbbing cock with it. When the cock was covered with soapsuds, he shoved it in Tyler’s mouth. Tyler gagged and received a slap to the side of his head. The boy held Tyler’s ears as he worked his soapy dick in and out of his mouth. Each time he pushed forward with his hips, the fat cock went further into Tyler’s throat. His big balls swung and slapped Tyler’s chin. Tyler felt sick and tried to twist away, but the other boys grabbed him, holding his head steady while the boy fucked his face.

How could a boy of sixteen be such a monster? Was it just teen boys’ nature to be so sadistic and cruel?

“Okay, let’s clean that out, get it nice and clean,” the boy grunted as he slammed into Tyler’s mouth, obviously enjoying his task.

Tyler gagged and puked. The soap and water washed it away, and the boys just laughed. Then they put him on his hands and knees and shoved hoses up inside his asshole. It hurt terribly. These were not small hoses but large, thick rubber garden hoses. It pained him to have them forced past into his tender, tight sphincter. The boys stroked his ass pucker around the hoses.

“Don’t worry, faggot. In just a few days, you will take much larger things than these with no problem at all.”

They filled the tormented eleven-year-old boy with soapy water until he sobbed, and his insides felt as if they would burst. His tummy pushed out, and he felt as if something inside would explode. Then, when he could stand it no more, sobbing with the pain, the cute boys ordered him to expel it all right in front of them.

“Come on, faggot, see how far you can spray the shit water!”

They grabbed his tits and made him bend over so his ass was sticking up, and then they told him to squat slightly so they could see the asshole when the shitty water burst out in a long, strong stream. He sobbed with humiliation as the spray of shit water splashed on the tiled floor and went down the drain. The boys howled with laughter. One boy reached down and tickled his ass lips, and a second spray of water shot out of his eleven-year-old asshole.

And all of this happened before breakfast.