He’d been escorted up to his dormitory by the headmaster, and had been shown to his bunk at the far end of the long, old room. The mattress was stained, and the duvet was as thin as paper. A little odd, Thomas thought, for such an expensive school. There was nobody else around; he’d only seen the headmaster since arriving. He’d been told to unpack and the headmaster would return in ten minutes. Thomas set about removing his clothes from the suitcase and folding them into the small drawers next to the bunk. “Are you done yet Thomas?” The headmaster walked back in, his long black cape drifting behind him.

“Nearly Sir.” Thomas replied, sliding the last of his shirts into the drawer and putting the suitcase under the bed.

“Good. I’ll take you on a tour of the grounds now. And you will call me Master, not Sir. Is that clear?”

“Yes Master.” Thomas said, slightly confused. The headmaster turned and walked out briskly, Thomas following behind.

The two of them arrived at a staircase and walked up it. “You must understand that we take your education very seriously here, Thomas.” The headmaster said. “For that reason, we are very strict about how we teach you. After all, we don’t want anyone who isn’t willing to learn to distract your learning, do we?”

“No Master.” Thomas replied dutifully. He didn’t really know what the headmaster meant. They were now walking past classrooms full of boys, all working studiously. They were all wearing short grey shorts, only around 6 inches long, tight white, short sleeved shirts, and a green bowtie. On the back of each of their chairs was a green blazer, each with the school crest emblazed not the breast pocket. The ages were mixed, ranging from boys no older than Thomas to some who were in their late teens. However, the older ones looked odd. They didn’t look like normal teenagers; their faces were much more rounded, no sign of facial hair of the squarer jawbone that Thomas usually associated with that age group. Also, their arms and legs were hairless. Every boy had the same haircut, short and neatly combed, the parting on the same side, the style identical. None of the students looked up as Thomas peered in at them. They were writing robotically, pages and pages of solid writing adorned their desks. There was a single teacher in each class, wearing the same black robes as the headmaster.

“This is where the students on the academic course work. To begin with, all of our new students are put onto the physical education course. That way, we can gauge how well they will do in our school without disrupting our perfect education system. You’ll get to know the ways of our school very quickly, and the sooner you settle in, the sooner you’ll join the academic route.”

“What does the physical education route include, Master?” Thomas asked. He was slightly at odds with the whole setup. He put his confusion down to the fact he’d been home-schooled up until now; this must be what education was like.

“That’s for you to find out.” The headmaster snapped back. “you’ll start tomorrow. Be on the sports pitch at 6am sharp. Every minute late will be an hour added onto the end of your day. Now, bedding down is at 7:30, that gives you 15 minutes. Get back to your dormitory. You shower in the mornings at 5:30, breakfast is at 5:45.”

That night, Thomas lay in his bunk. It was 7:25 and he was the only one in the dormitory. There were no lights, and the windows were high up and covered in dust. He looked at the roof, high above his head and drifted off to sleep. He was awoken 3 minutes later when a line of boys shuffled into the room, all completely silent. They stood at the foot of their bunks, took of their blazers, folding them neatly and placing them on the mattresses, followed by their shirts. Next, they took off their black shoes and socks putting them neatly under their bunks. They all then pulled down their shorts, revealing the tight white briefs underneath. It was dark, and Thomas found it hard to see, but none of them, not even the older ones, seemed to have a large bulge. They folded their shorts up and placed them on top of their blazers and shirts, before picking the pile up and putting it into their drawer. They all then slid into their beds, and closed their eyes. Not a single word had been uttered. Thomas was a little disturbed, and drifted back off to sleep.

Thomas was awoken by a clanging noise. He looked groggily towards the door, where a teacher stood ringing a handbell. “Breakfast in five minutes!” He loudly announced. Thomas bolted upright. Most of the boys were already up and dressed, the remaining few were lined up inside the shower room, waiting silently, naked. Thomas got up, stripping down quickly. He was conscious that he was naked in a room of boys, many older than him, but nobody even glanced at him once. He followed the lead of the other boys, walking to the back of the line in the shower room. They all stood, naked and silent, in a perfect line. Thomas thought about saying something to the one in front, but then thought better of it. He remembered that he was naked, and didn’t want to draw attention to himself. The line moved slowly forward constantly, and when it turned a corner Thomas was surprised to see that there was no shower booths. Instead, the whole corridor was lined with nozzles, and the line just progressed through the streams of water. As the boys went through, they lifted their arms and let the freezing cold water hit their hairless armpits. Thomas followed suit and came out the other side soaked and shivering. None of the other boys seemed that cold. He picked up a towel from the pile next to the line, and dried as he continued shuffling along, trying to keep up with the line in front of him and dry. As they reached the exit back into the dormitory, they put their towels into one basket, and picked a new, clean pair of briefs and socks up from a second. They left, going back to their bunks. Thomas put his towel in the first basket and hurried back to his bed, pulling a pair of boxers from his drawer and sliding into them, facing the wall. He got dressed in his smartest shirt, and followed the boys, all dressed identically, the same as yesterday, to the breakfast hall.

Breakfast consisted of an apple and a small glass of water. Thomas ate up hungrily, and watched as all of the boys filed out. He really needed the toilet, and went to ask the teacher standing by the door where they were. “Excuse me, could you direct me to the toilet please Sir?” he asked politely. The teacher looked down at him.

“You are new here?” He asked sternly.

“Yes Sir.”

“Then you will learn to hold on. You are only permitted to use the toilet once a day, at 12 noon.”

“But Sir, I really need the toilet.” Thomas replied in anguish. The teacher turned away and walked off, ignoring the plea. Thomas looked at the clock on the wall; five minutes before he needed to be at the sports pitch, and he didn’t even know where it was. He hurried out.

When he arrived at the sports pitch, there were already three boys waiting. It was 6:02, and Thomas had run nearly the entire way around the school. The teacher, dressed the same as all of the others looked at his watch. “Two minutes late, Child.”

“Sorry Sir, I didn’t know where it was.” Thomas panted. It was quite cold, and there was still a bit of a mist.

“That didn’t stop these three, did it?”

“No Sir.” He replied.

“It’s OK. As this is your first day, I will let you off.”

“Thank you Sir.” Thomas replied, trying to hide his joy. His smile was cut abruptly short.

“I’ll only add an extra hour, not two.” He barked. “Now, you all need to change into the sports uniform, which you will wear until you move to the academic route. There are four sets waiting in the pavilion. Please leave all of your old clothes in there.”

The four boys, all around the same age, Thomas reckoned, walked toward the pavilion. There, they found four sets of identical sports clothes laid out on a bench. They took one each, moving to corners around the room. “What’s your name? I’m Benji.” One of them said.

“Edward”

“Adam”

“Thomas” They all replied. There was an awkward silence as they all stripped naked. Thomas pulled the white briefs up around his waist. They were tight at the front, his small genitals pushing them out from his body slightly. Maybe they were too small he thought, after all, he didn’t have the largest penis. Then he pulled on the shorts. They were grey, like the ones the students had been wearing, but these ones were lighter, a sports fabric. They were the same length as well, about 6 inches. Then came the vest. It was tight, the thin white fabric showed the outline of his nipples. Finally, he pulled on the plimsolls. They were black, and the soles were thin and flexible. They walked together back to the teacher. It was cold outside, wearing the thin fabric. “Excellent. Now, we’ll start you off with a run. Follow the perimeter fence around four times. You have until the clock strikes half past.” The teacher instructed, standing firm.

At 6:31, Thomas finished. The perimeter was much larger than he’d expected, and he’d had to virtually sprint the last few times. He was out of breath, and trying to calm his wild breathing. The other three were still running. “Well done Child.” The teacher said, unemotionally. “Now, drop and give me 100 push ups, then begin again.” I want that done at least 10 times before lunch.”

Thomas could barely walk by lunch, when he was given another apple and a glass of water. He was so thirsty, he thought he might pass out. He was in so much pain, he’d forgotten how much he needed to toilet, but when 12 noon came and his teacher announced that they could use the toilet, he remembered again. He used the toilet in the pavilion, and was standing out with the other four ready to begin again at 12:05. They were all too tired to speak, and when the teacher came out with four large backpacks, they got more and more worried about the afternoon’s exercise. “Right, now you’ve done your warm-up, you’re ready for the main event.” The teacher said with a sneer. “These packs weigh about as much as you do, and the afternoon will be spend entirely wearing them. You will continue with the morning’s activities.” He threw the packs down and walked back off to sit in the pavilion, watching them. Thomas picked up one of the packs, putting in on. It was really heavy. He gritted his teeth an got on with it.

Thomas was barely able to stand when they were finally called in at 7:25pm. As he went to take off his pack, the teacher stopped him. “No, you’ve got an extra hour remember?” Thomas continued.

An hour later, he wearily walked back into the school, blundered back to his dormitory and fell asleep in his sports uniform. He didn’t wake up the next morning until five to six. He hurried down to breakfast, his legs wobbling below him. The breakfast hall was closed up. He went straight to the sports pitch.

He continued like this for the next week, before he finally woke up one morning early enough to have a shower. He was the last one through again, but his mind was too tired to care about how strange the students acted. He no longer found it strange that they never talked; after all, him and the other four barely did. He’d still never seen them naked from the front, so he couldn’t gauge whether his penis was big or small compared to normal.

Gradually, the teacher worked up the weight of the packs they had to carry, the amount of press-ups and the number of laps. The four boys were kept on the brink of collapse for a month, only getting an apple and a glass of water for every meal. Naturally, Thomas began to need to toilet less and less; he’d even stopped waking up with the bed feeling damp. He never felt quite awake, and found himself feeling less reluctant to do the ludicrous amount of exercise he was told to do, he just got on and did it. He didn’t even have Sundays off, and he lost track of how long he’d been there.

On the first day of the eighth week, Thomas was standing as usual on the sports pitch, when the headmaster approached. “Thomas.” He barked, beckoning to the still half asleep child.

“Yes Master?” Thomas murmured, walking over to the headmaster.

“We have decided to switch you to the academic route now. You are of acceptable quality to be in our school, and have shown that you will fit right in.”

“Thank you Master.” Thomas said, really happy that all of this torture would be over, but his voice remained strangely monotonous, as if he was detached from his real self.

“You will begin soon. First, however, a few adjustments must be made. You will report to the matron for a medical exam.” Thomas followed the headmaster from the pitch. The other three boys watched him go, before beginning their day’s exercise.

The matron was the only female Thomas had seen since starting the school. She was short and fat, and looked evil. As soon as Thomas walked in, she grabbed him by the shoulders and steered him to a chair. “Sit here boy.” She said and walked back to a desk. Facing away and working on some paperwork, she continued talking. “Take off all of your clothes and put them on the floor. Sit back down and tell me when you’re ready.” Thomas obeyed, and stripped out of his clothes. He felt little embarrassment being naked in front of a grown female, compared to the daily shower routing. “I’m ready Matron.” He said. She turned around, putting on some rubber gloves. She came over and knelt in front of him. “Legs apart.” She said. He did it without thinking. She peered at his small, virgin anus, and poked a single finger into it. After a while of her wiggling around, Thomas felt her hit something. A tingle ran up his spine, and he looked down as his prepubescent coke inflated to its full 3.5 inches. The matron smiled. “There is a glass of water on the side. Drink it” She instructed. Gratefully, Thomas did so. He felt slightly groggy. The door opened and the headmaster walked in. The matron looked up. “He’s gonna be a good one.” She said. Everything went black.

Thomas awoke in a black room. In front of him, a television screen was showing images of naked men. He couldn’t see anything, and he tried to call for help. There was something in his mouth. He tried to break free, but he could feel tight bonds holding him in place, although he couldn’t see he body at all. His head was strapped in place, looking at the screen. The men on the screen were all different ages, all naked, and all with erections. Thomas was repulsed, and closed his eyes. After a few seconds though, a niggling thought in his head started to take hold. What if he wasn’t repulsed? What if he liked them? What if they were good? He opened his eyes and started looking at the screen again. He was aware of a quiet whispering sound, and every now and again something flashed across the screen too fast to read. Thomas didn’t know how long had passed, and he’d lost count of the number of times the image had changed. He was too interested at how hot they looked. He really liked their bodies, their muscular forms. He looked up to them, they became his idols in the long hours spend in that dark room. Every now and again he was aware he dozed off, and whenever he awoke didn’t feel hungry, nor did he need the toilet.

What felt like forever for Thomas, but was only actually a week, came to an abrupt end. The screen switched off, and the room was flooded with light. After Thomas’ eye’s adjusted, he saw the headmaster in front of him. The matron walked into view and leant down, taking the gag out of his mouth. He tried to question what was happening, but found that he still couldn’t speak. His mouth opened and closed like a fish and no words came out. “Don’t worry yourself,” The headmaster said “We removed your larynx to stop your idle chatting.” Thomas tried to break free, tried to look down. The headmaster smiled. “Stop that please.” He said calmly. Thomas stopped. Inside his head, the screaming was replaced with a new thought. Maybe if I obey, then he’ll show me himself naked. Thomas really wanted to see the headmaster naked. He felt the straps being removed from his arms, then his torso, and finally his legs. He just sat, staring ahead. “Get up.” The headmaster said. Thomas did. Immediately, something felt odd. He felt as if he had something wedged between his butt cheeks, holding them wide apart. He took a step forward. Inside his butt, he felt a squelching. The matron leant down and pulled whatever was down there out. It slid out with ease, and made Thomas tingle again. This time, it felt even more wonderful. Inside his head, the new thoughts developed. What if his idol could do that to him, make him feel that way? What if the headmaster could do that thing that he’d heard about, sex, but with him. Up his butt? All he had to do was behave, and maybe that would be his reward. “You are now ready for the academic route, child. You will start immediately. Please get dressed and make your way to class 7D.” The headmaster said and walked out. Thomas robotically obeyed, taking a pile of clothes from the matron. He picked up the briefs first, sliding them on. They fit more snugly, he noticed. He looked down, pulling the front out. There was no penis there. And under that, no scrotum. The front of his groin was smooth and scar-less. He smiled. For some reason, this made him happy. Then he realised why. He was ripe for the picking. Any of those gorgeous men could have him, and he could never be like them. He quickly pulled on the rest of his clothes and walked along the corridors to his class.

As he walked in and sat down at a spare desk, the teacher looked across at him. “Pick up the textbook and copy the words onto the paper. You must copy from pages 1 to 25 today. Make 5 copies of each.” Thomas picked up the textbook and opened it. It was filled with phrases in a language unknown to him, along with their translations. They were all things like ‘suck my cock’ and ‘slave, heel!’ and other strange commands. Thomas started copying obediently.

2 years later, Thomas was still copying from these textbooks. Benji, Edward and Adam had joined him in the class, but they didn’t ever talk, glance or even display recognition. They were just four more boys in a class of perfect slaves, learning commands in a variety of languages, ready to be sold on to a willing owner. Thomas was called out of class by the headmaster. “We have found a buyer for you. He is Russian, and has purchased you on a lifetime contract. His fee has paid for your education in full, and the profit on top has been divided between the school and your parents. You will make your way to the front of school immediately.” The headmaster informed him. Thomas nodded. Maybe now somebody would fulfil his needs to have somebody inside him. It was only on the plane journey to Russia that the comment hit him. His parents got half of the profit?

Thomas’ parents moved into a bigger house, and bought a new boat. Their investment had paid off. Their second son, Sam, would be going to St. James’ School for Gifted Boys later in the year, and they had already paid the first year’s tuition.