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Jason’s Torment
-01-
When Mr. Abrahams was looking for a new school for his beloved son Jason, he went by word of mouth recommendations. Some of his colleagues on Wall Street had suggested ‘Saint Peter’s Academy for Boys’, a boarding school in the Adirondacks, in Upstate New York, and after Mr. Abrahams had checked the school’s website and contacted a few of his friends, the decision was made.
Jason, the prospective new student at ‘St. Peters’ was gifted, so his mother thought, with a high intellect and very good looks. On the other hand, Mr. Abrahams just saw the report cards as statements of a weakling, an effeminate failure.
Mrs. Abrahams had even gone so far as to promote Jason’s profile paying for private Piano lessons and painting classes. In his Dad's eyes, Jason was thin and pale. The Boy was eighteen, after all, he should be an athlete, he should have lots of friends, he should be chasing all the girls around town.
The schools website had shown the beautiful grounds of ‘St. Peters’, the classrooms, the library, plus the gym, the grand sports auditorium and several of the students, both former and current.
The indoor pool was stunning, even down to details like wall-paintings - pictures of young athletes, depicted in the style of Greek or Roman classical art.
‘St. Peters’ alumni were sought after candidates for high ranking positions, either in politics or business, and Mr. Abrahams looked carefully at the pictures of promising young students, both shown in class, concentrating on their work, and in gym, the pool, or on the soccer field.
Mr. Abrahams even took his time to check-out the staff. The gym coach, a former athlete himself, rang a bell in Abrahams head, and he realized the good looking man had been introduced to him at a party hosted by a very influential businessman.
Coach Jackson, a good American name, manly even, had been one of many guests, evidently something like a friend of the host’s son.
Mr. Abrahams had not seen the way the coach and the host had quietly talked together, and he had not witnessed the host’s hand slowly gliding down the coaches back.
The decision was clearly made, the papers filed, and a group of teachers responsible for new students discussed Jason’s admission.
A picture of Jason showed him wearing his old school’s uniform. He was good-looking, his face with the large eyes and the unruly mop of blond hair showed he had potential.
”He’s slim, but he has what it takes, I think.” Headmaster James Brightman, JB for short, said after opening Jason’s folder.
“His father wants him more muscular, sportier, wants him to be less feminine and more of a sportsman!” The Headmaster stated. He had seen many boys like Jason. When the parents were eager to pay the extra costs, any boy could be coached to be a sportsman.
The Headmaster saw the file held a second picture of young Jason, showing a thin boy in a speedo, and he had a vision, an epiphany of Jason in a year, with bulging muscles and all the right equipment in all the right places. Soon Jason would be a sexy hunk, chased by men and women alike. 
Headmaster JB looked up and smiled at Doctor Miller, the school’s physician. The Doctor had some special software and was able to project a boy’s development, depending on the right amount of the boy’s willingness to work hard, and the parent’s willingness to pay extra for some extra procedures, following an extra protocol, that were facultative and needed to be paid cash.
Many proud Dads gladly paid the price to help their pride and joy, their beloved sons, to get that little more muscular and extra well hung.
The flat-screen on the wall showed a few pictures, visions of a Jason after the transition from the thin nerd to the sporty jock.
As the last picture appeared, every man in the conference room chuckled, some laughed out loud, but no one was uninterested in seeing this particular phase in Jason’s development.
What they saw, everyone here knew , would be the real door-opener for the young graduate.
The Headmaster smirked: ”This, I’m afraid, might be a little too much, but you never know the potential of a young man in training, right, Gentlemen?”
The screen now showed a future version of student Jason, a true wet dream, with a muscled body looking like a statue, and a piece of flesh between his legs that was truly remarkable. His face was AI, but no one was bothered about that. Sooner or later the real Jason would look just like this dramatic drawing.
The school would do their best to achieve that goal, and the end result, the contract Jason would sign with a rich businessman, would help to fund the school’s expenses for years.
Jason’s Torment
-02-
Jason had been enrolled at St. Peters for a few days now, and his personality had already changed.
He fitted in very well, felt somehow rejuvenated. It sounded crazy for a eighteen year old boy, but his old life had been tiring, pulling him down, and often did he think now how he could have gotten it so far.
Jason still wore a white shirt and a tie, but now wore them in a somehow more relaxed fashion, like a symbol of the liberal school’s attitude.
He had found a new liking for sports, swam much more than before, and had even joined the soccer ‘club’, the easy-going second team. The ‘real team’ usually worked hard and won statewide championships, while the ‘second team’ more or less played for fun, but many players had started as ‘second’ and moved up to ‘real’.
Jason had started to fill out his clothes a little better. He felt the healthy food and the sports he played helped him a lot. He was full of energy, and he was glad the school provided single bed rooms, since that new found energy often forged it’s way out in an erection that wouldn’t go down, and huge cumshots, morning, noon and night.
It did not take long and Jason had gained 10 pounds of pure muscle, just the beef any boy craved for. His shoulders and arms were the first to show what happened, but only Jason knew he had gone through an actual growth-spurt, and his dick had grown considerably.
Jason saw it, and anyone with the password for the school’s secret surveillance cameras.
Sexy Jason, the new insider name for the newly enrolled student, was about to break some records. He had no idea how hard he actually worked out. He had no idea how the good Doctor’s little pills and injections really helped. Jason was well-trained and did what the Doctor wanted without thinking twice, and even more, without remembering a thing.
Sexy Jason was a frequent visitor to the Doctor’s office, and it was one of the procedures Doctor Miller liked the most. 
When hunky Jason walked into the office, he usually just wore his gym-shorts. He had worked out in the gym, had showered, and now eagerly waited until the Doctor started his examination.
The boy’s body was a masterpiece. His muscles were bulging, but still did not look too much or out of place, and the most impressive piece of boy-flesh hung between Jason’s legs.
The Doctor had really worked on the boy’s now ample endowment. It had been quite a torment, using several penis-pumps on the boy’s dick, slowly getting bigger, day by day, procedure after procedure. Jason had to be tied down to do the injections correctly, the injections into the flesh and tissue that made sure the effects of the pumps were solidified.
Jason’s cock was now a real 'shower', even soft hanging around 7 fat inches, 10 when hard.
The Doctor had help. Social studies teacher Mr. Jones had a degree as a psychologist and was able to hypnotize the boys they worked with. The good mood of the school was no coincidence. The boys were all tightly supervised and perfectly conditioned, and even group therapy was offered, usually under tight surveillance of the hidden cameras.
The boys were encouraged to engage in friendly competition, and now that Jason had something impressive to show, he often shared experiences with other boys.
In fact, the school’s Headmaster knew perfectly well that boy’s urges needed a release, so 'excursions' were encouraged. The boys often visited private mansions or yachts, sometimes even hopped on a plane to party for a weekend on a private island in the sun.
Those parties, the headmaster knew, were somehow a screening process for prospective new talent. Many times a boy returned to school, oblivious to what had happened, even after servicing several men with his tight ass, hungry mouth or hard cock, but with a signed contract for an internship or even a real job.
As Headmaster Brightman took a call from Jason’s father, who just had received a glowing review of his son’s progress and his latest accomplishment – a first summer internship with a business-magnate – the boy in question worked on an 'assignment'.
In fact, Brightman had a hard time trying to concentrate while the sexy boy under his desk was looking up to him, waiting for the order to take the Headmaster’s fat dick deep down his throat.
Jason wore a leather harness, one of Brightman's fetishes, and devoted his full attention to the Headmaster’s cock, while Brightman himself focused his mind on the fact that he had to end the call with Mr. Abrahams without moaning out loud and shooting a load down the man’s sons throat.
After he hung up, he caressed the boy’s beautiful face. Jason’s mom was right, her son was very good-looking, and to see those huge, angelic eyes, those full, red, pouty lips closed around his cock was too much for JB. He came, moaning and grunting, and Jason used all of his newly acquired skills to swallow the hot cumshots without spilling a drop.
As his orgasm subsided and his breathing slowed down, Brightman looked up. Three other boys stood in the room, waiting for an order. Those boys had been carefully selected and could have been Jason’s brothers or cousins.
Boys looking alike added an air of incest to the live-shows, always an extra bonus for the paying users.
The Headmaster knew Jason needed a further workout, and to watch the foursome right in front of him, to supervise their efforts and maybe even teach them a trick or two, was always a privilege, not just a duty for the well experienced teacher.
Soon Jason was riding a fat cock while sucking a second. The third boy, however, was waiting for the Headmasters command. JB knew Jason needed a moment or two to adjust to the thick 18 year old ten incher pummeling his ass before the third boy could kneel behind him and slowly insert his cock next to the one that was already fucking the eager blond boy.
The Headmaster as usual supervised the various cameras on a split-screen display on his computer screen. The school sold the footage exclusively, using a perfectly hidden network. The school’s funds were always in need of fresh cash, and in the end the students profited from that money.
Jason grunted out loudly, almost screamed, as the boy behind him now grabbed his hips and really fucked him hard. The Headmaster even took a small hand-held camera and stood up to film what rarely happened, even at this school.
The two thick columns of fuckflesh really opened Jason’s tight love-channel while the blond leaned over and sucked the third boy off.
The result was a spectacular web-show and four exhausted but happy students were looking forward to a bright future.