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   Jackson Academy for Boys

   Chapter 5 Force Feeding

   Ian was lifeless as he remained still and calm from his first blow job.
Even though his eleven year old body was not prepared to offer sperm, he
still experienced the sensations as he continued to breath heavier than
normal.

   He might be finished but I was just getting started.  I watched his
small body relax as his small erection began to loose its strength.  After
a few minutes he was back to his normal 1.5 inches.  I, on the other hand,
was still raging with excitement.  I slowly rubbed my hand up and down his
hairless body as the moonlight cast a glow on his nakedness, and I listened
to the sound of the tide coming in.  This was a tender break for both of
us. After a few minutes, his breathing relaxed and my heartbeat slowed.

   I began to rub his limp penis and to handle it as if it were my own.  In
reality, it did belong to me.  He belonged to me.  Running my fingers up
and down his soft uncircumcised dick, he offered no resistance.  I could
tell that I was beginning to make progress.  He is starting to understand
that he is powerless.  It's a start, but we had a long way to go before the
sun comes up.

   As I continued to passionately kiss Ian, my erection returned.  Ian had
his pleasure, and now it was my turn.  I rustled Ian, and instructed him to
sit up.  I could see that he was almost asleep.  I kicked the sheets off
the end of the bed, and made myself comfortable as I lay on my back and
propped my head with pillows.  I spread my legs and told Ian to sit between
them.  He didn't seem to know what to expect, but did as I said.  I pulled
back the foreskin from my penis, as my rod became stiff.  Ian developed a
look of concern.

   I reached up and brushed his straight hair back into place.  "Ian did
you like what I did to you?", I asked.  He shrugged his shoulders and
looked down to the bed.  I continued to question him, "Well, answer me. 
Did you like it?".

   "I guess", he said softly.

   "It feels good to a boy when he gets a blow job....  And now I want you
to make me feel good." He quickly looked up in disbelief.  Silence
continued as we looked into each other's eyes.

   "I want you to suck my penis now like I sucked yours", I said in a calm
and loving tone.  He began to gently shake his head to indicate that he
didn't want to do it.  "Ian, I didn't ask you a question.  I gave you an
order", offered.  He began to cry and steadily increased the volume.

   In a stronger voice I barked, "Ian, put you mouth on my dick, and I
don't want to feel your teeth!" He continued to cry and gave no indication
that he intended to comply.  I coached him for a few minutes by reassuring
him it would be okay.  He simply responded with more tears and sobbing.  I
could see this wasn't working.  The problem was that once I drew a line in
the sand by telling him to do something, I couldn't back down.  If I did,
he wins and I loose power.  I assumed this was an approach he used when
nothing else seemed to work.

   As he continued to cry, I sat up from my comfortable spot, and placed
him in my spot.  Now he was lying on his back with his head against the
headboard of the bed.  This isn't what I wanted, but he left me with few
options.  He stopped sobbing to improve his breathing as he watched my
every move.  I placed one leg on the other side of him as I straddled him
while raising up on my knees.  I moved my crotch closer to his face, as his
crying escalated.  He could now see that I intended to enter his mouth with
my penis.  At this point, it was throbbing.  I pulled his chin up, and
moved the head of my dick to his lips.  His face was covered with warm
tears and clear mucus running from his nose.  I pressed his jaws together
with one hand and his mouth opened.  With the other hand, I guided the tip
of my penis into his mouth.

   I could feel his warm, wet lips on the head of my penis.  I pressed it
in a little more.  His cries continued but were muffled.  I reached down
with both hands and gripped his head.  I began to pump slightly as I inched
deeper.  He was pinned against the bed and couldn't move.  I wanted to lay
back and relax as he brought me to a leisurely climax, but I found
excitement in forcing myself into his innocent mouth.  I steadily increased
the speed of my pumping action as I also penetrated deeper.  I gripped his
head tighter with each stroke.  He began to breath through his nose.  He
wasn't crying anymore, because he had to concentrate too much on getting
air.

   "Ohhhh.  Ohhhhhhh." I was beginning to feel ecstasy.  As passion took
over, I pumped faster and faster.  I was thrusting my hips at full force as
I screwed his eleven year old mouth.  He gagged as I began to bury my full
7 inches into his throat.  I closed my eyes and raised my head as I gripped
his head to receive my thrusts.

   I was close.  I knew I couldn't stop at this point.  I pumped harder as
I began to loose control.  "Uhh...Uhhhhhh...Yeah...." I didn't even notice
his gagging anymore.  I continued as I fulfilled yet another fantasy.  "I'm
gonna cum!" I could feel Ian's warm tongue as my hard penis rammed into his
mouth.  "Ohhh...Uhhhh"

   At that moment, I felt an energy move through my body.  Sperm shot from
my penis into his mouth.  I continued thrusting as I sent three more loads
to feed my young friend.  I pumped slower as I finished giving him my seed.
I continued to rock in and out with my hips at a slow pace while his sweet
lips gripped my rock hard rod and I deposited the last few drops.  I then
pulled my dick from his mouth and pulled his face against my groin.  I
continued my labored breathing while I gripped my boy.  His face was
pressed against my satisfied penis while it remained stiff.

   After a couple of minutes, I caught my breath, and came back to reality.
I slid down beside Ian and guided him to lie down beside me.  He was
quietly crying.  My sperm was oozing from his lips as he sobbed.  I could
see that he was holding a load of sperm in his mouth.  He didn't want to
swallow it, but didn't know what to do with it.  His face was a mess. 
Tears covered his cheeks, and chin; snot running from his nose.  Sperm
dripped from his mouth and mixed with the other fluid collected there.  His
hair was wet from sweat.  I reached over to the night table and grabbed a
wash cloth I placed there earlier.  I wiped his face clean.  As I wiped his
mouth he started to spit the sperm into the cloth.  I pulled it away.

   "No.  You need to swallow that", I quietly instructed.  He opened his
eyes and looked up at me as if to say, "No.  Please don't make me."

   He fought it at first, but reached a point he had to do something.  I
could see he was considering his options.  I helped him to understand that
I would make him sorry if he didn't do exactly as I said.  After a couple
more minutes, he took a big swallow, and began to gag and cough.  As soon
as he had it down, he began to cry like a baby.

   I made him open his mouth wide to ensure he had swallowed my creamy
load. Satisfied that he had, I wiped his mouth, tossed the cloth on the
floor.  I pulled him close and snuggled against his spoiled naked body as
we fell asleep.  We were both tired, and the night was young.  His therapy
was going well, but I knew that tomorrow morning, I would need to inform
Dr. Jackson that Ian was no longer a virgin.  Before morning I would need
to violate his innocence.