Screeeech!
The loud clanging bus ground to an abrupt halt, making little Jonny crash forward into the back of the seat in front of him.
Oof!
He picked himself up off the floor of the bus, trying to gather his senses. He gazed out the clear glass windows, seeing the large ominous sign: CBT Boarding School. He pushed back the memories of how he got here, no use thinking of that now, he thought, better just get off this stinky bus and see how long it'll take to escape.
Hmmm, not much of a fence. Looks like any other schoolyard. How do they keep all the boys in?
Jonny shrugged, grabbed his bag, and headed to where the other boys were lining up. It looked like a few of them knew where they were going, which made Jonny hopeful. Repeat attendance means he could definitely get out of here. It was just a matter of time. But one of the boys looked absolutely terrified. He was shaking and kept wincing every time he looked up at the school. Jonny couldn't help but think, c'mon, man, it can't be that bad!
As the school's staff separated the boys dutifully and led them to their rooms, Jonny could swear he could hear the faint muffled cry of a boy somewhere way down the hall screaming,
Oh! My balls! Please, not my balls!
But the sound soon faded as Jonny rounded the next corner.
Sensing Jonny's hesitation, the staff guide simply remarked,
Don't mind what the other boys try to tell you about this place. Do your best, listen to your teachers, and you'll be fine. It's only troublemakers that find life here miserable. And for them, it can be VERY miserable.
Jonny nodded slowly, but deep down he was hellbent on escape. He'd already found two possible weak points to exit this school unnoticed. Little did Jonny know that the two weak points between his own legs would keep him here, indefinitely.
His staff guide stopped at the door,
Alright, Jonny, this is it. Your room. Only four other boys in this one for now. Not bad for a newcomer.
Jonny walked in with his bag, looking up and down the place.
The staff guide turned and started walking away saying,
Dinner's at six, you have until then to get settled. Mind the other boys' beds, they'll be along soon.
Jonny wasn't interested in getting settled. He tossed his bag on an open bed and checked out the window. It wasn't even locked, hell, it was actually open a bit. Skipping this school was going to be a breeze.
A few boys trailed in, looking drained and slightly scuffled. Their shirts were untucked and one of them had forgotten to zip up his zipper and a little tuft of his shirt was sticking out of the front of his pants like short, white, triangle dick, which made Jonny cover his mouth to keep from laughing. This place was a joke.
The boys were talking,
I think I heard the vice room going today. Was it you this time? I hate that one.
No, not me. I think that was Jacob. Poor guy. I got nothin today. What'd they stick you with?
I got the tennis room, again! I swear they keep that one set up just for me! Hey, how'd you not get a room? You mouthed off to Mr. Pindick this morning.
Yeah, ol' Pindick had it in for me, but I snatched a sweet skip card last week. It was an ANY skip.
Damn! Lucky bastard! I never get those!
The boys turned toward the end of the room, finally seeing Jonny casually looking out the window.
They stopped, dead in their tracks. Jonny turned and asked them quizzically,
What? The hell are you staring at?
The boys turned and looked at each other's faces saying,
Hey, I did the last one, it's your turn this time.
No way man, I did two in a row since you had the punching bag room, remember?
Shit, you're right. I guess I blocked that from my memory. Fuck! This guy doesn't look very willing, either. Oh well. Guess I'll get it over with.
Jonny looked completely puzzled at this odd exchange and wondered what kind of madhouse he was now a part of. But one thing was clear, the boy walking toward him was not very happy about helping him. Fine by him. As far as Jonny could figure, he didn't need anyone's help.
Jonny stayed put, arms folded, trying to look as tough as possible but to no avail. The things this boy had seen and done far surpassed anything in Jonny's feeble repertoire. The boy looked Jonny straight in the eyes and said plainly,
Look, I get it. You're tough shit. But you're at CBT now. You have NO idea what they'll do when you misbehave. And trust me, you WILL misbehave. They'll MAKE you misbehave. And don't try running, they get you twice as hard for that.
Jonny eased his stubborn glance sightly, but maintained his stiff posture. No way this guy knew him. No way.
The boy continued,
The windows got sensors and cameras, so don't think they'll mistake who tripped it, either.
Jonny looked at the window with a side glance, trying to see where he missed the sensors.
The boy was growing impatient,
Ok, ok, look. I promise to go easy on you since I've already had a rough day. But dinner's in less than an hour and stinky boys don't eat. If we're going to make it, we have to shower now. And I mean we have to shower together. And don't think you can skip the shower AND dinner. The teachers wash stinky boys themselves and TRUST ME, you DON'T want them washing you!
Jonny looked perplexed. The staff guide DID warn him not to listen to the other boys. And this seemed ridiculously far fetched. Teachers washing their students? No way! I mean, there had to be a law against that or something, right? And no way was he going to shower with another dude. Jonny finally spoke up,
Uhhh, yeah, hard pass, bro. I'm not gay. And no way is some Teach gonna slather me down in the shower. My dad would flip.
The boy looked so tired of Jonny. He let out a long sigh and tried to make the best of this. He gave Jonny one last chance,
Hey, I get it, it's your first day, you think your balls are safe, you can't possibly expect what they'll do to you. I'm just saying, try to see it from here, ok? We've been here the whole year. You really going to listen to what the teachers say? Or us?
The boy pointed to his friend who was nonchalantly tapping his foot with growing impatience. The friend added,
Yeah, man, we don't got all night. Either shower with him, or the teachers will get you. What'll it be?
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