Pueros

The Other Tom Brown's Schooldays

(Nialos version)

(Chapters 7-11)

Chapter 7
Chastisements

(Northumberland, England, September 1803)

Flashmember happily opened the door to his quarters and, smirking, invited Tom and Jonathan to follow him inside. The Headboy's current very pretty 11 year-old fag had earlier lit the candles and coal fire of the main room, which would now suggest a warm cosy atmosphere to any other arriving guests except, of course, for two young boys anticipating imminent pain.

The flickering flames illuminated a couple of easy chairs on the left, close to the fire, with a small low table in between, and a comfortable bed situated under a window straight ahead. A large square floor mat occupied an otherwise empty space in front of a door on the right, which led to Flashmember's personal bathroom. Tom and Jonathan were told to stand in the middle of this small carpet.

Flashmember collected a cane that rested on the mantelpiece above the fire before approaching the rightly worried and now quivering Tom and Jonathan. "Right," announced the Headboy, "for a first offence four strokes across covered backsides are customary. I don't like breaking traditions, so that's what we'll have. However, I feel a little weary after my exertions in the quad. Consequently, as you dislike each other so much that you fight, it seems appropriate for each of you to beat the other, with no holding back. I'll recognise it if you do refrain from inflicting your worst and will hit you myself if that occurs, despite my tiredness. Brown T, you can suffer initially as you're first alphabetically. So bend over, hands on shins, and don't forget to count and thank Morton for his efforts!"

Flashmember then handed his cane to the horrified Jonathan and went to sit on his bed to enjoy the spectacle. Meanwhile, Tom reluctantly but bravely obeyed the Headboy's instruction to bend over and ready himself in an appropriate manner for imminent chastisement, and he soon felt the well- used wooden switch rubbing against his bottom, as his equally unhappy new friend took aim.

Tom tensed as the cane was then withdrawn from his tight and skimpy black shorts, as he knew that the horrible implement would soon be returned with venom. However, Jonathan was unused to wielding such a tool and missed his intended central target, striking his new friend instead at the bottom of his skimpy shorts, across the very sensitive junction of upper legs and buttocks.

Tom yelped in agony and stumbled a pace forward before eventually reclaiming his emotions and returning to his original position. "One .thank .you .Morton," the tearful boy then remembered to stutter.

Jonathan, observing the red stripe that he had inadvertently created on bare skin, took more careful aim with the next three strokes to ensure that they received some cushioning from Tom's shorts and underpants. Nevertheless, the blows still smarted and produced muted cries of anguish.

Jonathan's turn to suffer had now arrived. Unlike Tom, who had already felt the cane impact against his bottom on the previous evening, the dormleader was about to be introduced to the pleasures of physical chastisement for the first time.

Jonathan handed the cane to his now standing and tearful new friend and adopted the required humiliating stance. Tom was as na‹ve as his companion in misfortune in the use of such an implement but subsequently managed to inflict the first blow accurately on the small expanse of taut curvaceous cloth presented to him for his purpose. However, despite Flashmember's warning, he withheld some of his power from this first strike, which nevertheless still caused his young victim to shriek and begin to sob.

"Not good enough," declared the observant Flashmember, whose extensive experience of such scenes, often as one of the victims himself, helped him to see through Tom's attempt to disguise the reduced power behind the hit. "Do it again," the Headboy commanded before ominously informing "and I'll now personally give you one more stroke for trying to fool me!"

The aghast Tom naturally now fully complied with Flashmember's instructions. He was also forced to add a further additional strike on Jonathan's bottom when the anguished boy, in shock, forgot to utter the required number and thanks after his virgin posterior had acquired its first fulsome stripe indicating adequate chastisement. However, the subsequent four blows were delivered to the Headboy's satisfaction.

"Come here, Brown T," the still smirking Flashmember subsequently ordered, whilst regaining his feet, "give the cane to me and bend over the bed. Morton pull his shorts and underpants down to his ankles."

Both tearful chastised boys reluctantly complied with these instructions from Flashmember, who was subsequently rewarded with another sight of Tom's bare bottom, after he had folded the 10 year-old's shirt-tail onto his lower back. The delicious curvature of the smooth creamy buttocks was decorated with five dull brown parallel stripes, created on the previous evening, and four more vivid and haphazard fresh red ones. The Headboy was looking forward to adding a further similar but even more distinct mark.

Flashmember raised the cane and, using all his strength, delivered a vicious blow to Tom's naked rear, securing a loud scream for his efforts. However, the Headboy was subsequently disappointed that his young victim remembered to thank him for adding to the collection of stripes on his anguished bottom.

"Alright, stand up Brown T and redress," Flashmember reluctantly next commanded before adding "I hope that'll teach you not to try to fool with me for, if you don't learn that lesson, there'll be many more beatings to come!" The Headboy was then amused to see, before the sight could be hidden again within shorts, that the newcomer's little cock was once more rather incongruously rigid.

"You may go," Flashmember later instructed Tom and Jonathan, after the former had redressed, "to reflect on your misbehaviour and deserved chastisement. Try to make sure that your mischief is not repeated too often or your sufferings will become far worse!"

As the two tearful 10 year-olds departed, Flashmember also indulged in his own reflections. He knew that both boys would probably suffer many more beatings at the hands of school sadists, even if they acted in line with their angelic forms, as excuses could always be found. He also now knew that he would definitely ask the Headmaster to allow Brown T to become his new fag.

The school clock then chimed another half hour and there was a knock on Flashmember's door. 'On time as usual' he further reflected, as he issued the invite to his present 11 year-old fag to enter to meet the urgent needs of his rampant cock.

(London, England, 1 week later)

"I have received a message from my friend, the school doctor," the solicitor advised, whilst chewing his expensive sirloin steak, "and my friend tells me that he has now met and examined your young nephew. He says that the brat's obviously settling in because he already bore marks of chastisement on his palm and buttocks!"

The uncle, after sipping some very expensive red wine, happily commented, whilst his face displayed a deeply satisfied grin, "I'm sure that brat's many sufferings over the next nine years will be well deserved!"

Chapter 8
Studies

(Northumberland, England, September 1803)

Tom, still naively innocent in the ways of the world, was not yet able to surmise that his classmate's problem had not been as a result of a beating across his backside with a cane but rather one up his rectum with another, much more human, implement. Meanwhile, Jones D no longer retained his own innocence. However, as a reward, the Form-master, immensely contented after a night of extreme ecstasy, stopped sadistically picking on his newly inducted catamite because his original campaign to lure him compliantly into bed had just succeeded in its wicked aim.

In fact, Mr. Younglove was so happy after his night with Jones D that he did not even bother returning his cruel chastising attentions to Tom, at least for now. Instead, the cute but sore bottoms of the two boys having been uncomfortably perched at their desks just before 8 o'clock in the morning, the young duo and their fellows had to endure the smiling Form-master pontificating about several boring subjects until mid-afternoon. The teacher was interrupted only by the midday break with its unappetising food and strangely for the participants much more delicious game of filching.

It was then time for the latest newcomers to Sodomhall, Tom and Christopher, to experience for the first time the delights of another game on the playing fields for which all the boys in their form had to return to their two dormitories to change. Redressed in just tight white short shorts and a thin ribbon, yellow for those in Phaeton House and purple for those in Narcissus and worn like sashes diagonally across bare chests and backs, the 10 year-old pupils then reluctantly but quickly re- emerged into the outside world.

The autumnal afternoon was cool, dark and drizzly. The two groups of shivering 10 years olds were to play each other at the Sodamhall ball game under the supervision of the Gamesmaster. He was an athletically built man in his early thirties who enjoyed ball games, especially if the balls concerned were owned by pretty boys and had young cocks attached to them.

The large rectangular playing area was demarcated not by white lining but by dirt pathways. The object of the game was to place the crude heavy leather ball on one of the shorter lengths of track defended by the opponents.

There were few other rules, even those relating to numbers per side, for Narcissus' team, with 22, had six more youngsters than Phaeton's. Players could run with or pass or kick the ball to each other in any direction and tackle the opposition in any manner, regardless of whether they had possession of the ball or not.

The pastime was effectively an anarchic and potentially brutal forerunner of Rugby, being played twenty years before a certain William Webb Ellis supposedly invented that sport by picking up a ball and running with it at the eponymous school. Tom and Christopher quickly appreciated the rudimentaries of the Sodomhall version and joined in with gusto, not only because of their natural enthusiasm for games but also because energetic participation seemed the only way to keep warm on this miserable autumn day.

It soon became difficult to recognise the two teams, as mud splattered the mainly bare bodies and discoloured the distinguishing ribbons of the young participants. Both newcomers to the event also spent periods on the ground writhing in agony after being clobbered by opponents, both when with and without the ball.

Included amongst the misfortunes suffered by Tom and Christopher were knees in their own much smaller balls but both boys also began to reply in kind. When the Gamesmaster eventually brought the hectic proceedings to a halt with a loud shout after half an hour, all thirty- eight young participants were covered in mud, exhausted and sore. However, most were also thoroughly exhilarated, although this attitude was quickly tempered by a return to their bathrooms for comprehensive cold ablutions.

There was a dispute between the teams over the result, measured in 'paths', for there had been a number for both sides on the field's wide open spaces, including one apiece for the speedy and elusive Tom and Christopher. The latter had received a generous and unselfish pass from his friend when the former could easily have scored again himself.

The boys from Phaeton House were sure that they had commendably, taking into account the numerical disparity between the two teams, scored at least as many 'paths' as their opponents, who naturally denied the fact. The Gamesmaster, hidden cock fully erect after watching the spectacle, declined to mediate. The man had secretly been too busy watching certain lovely young forms frolicking in the mud to bother keeping a tally.

The frequency of scoring in the game for 10 year-olds from Phaeton and Narcissus Houses was in stark contrast to the annual occasion when all the pupils in the school participated. No-one had yet been known to achieve a 'path' in that event, and the glory for anyone who ever did would be substantial.

The cleansed and redressed pupils reassembled in their classroom at 4 o'clock, all red-faced as a result of their external exertions and subsequent internal chilly bathing. The school Physician awaited them to give a lesson in natural sciences concerning the young human male body. Dr. Ballsoff had brought a skeleton as a visual aid.

The pupils were at first scared of the display but soon 10 year-old sense of fun overcame apprehension and much smiling at each other took place as the oblivious Dr. Ballsoff proceeded with his discourse. He intriguingly eventually finished by announcing that he would have live specimens to talk about next time.

Studies then came to an end for the day. It was exactly a week later, on the afternoon after the conspiratorial uncle and solicitor had met to discuss how to spend the rest of Tom's substantial legacy, that Dr. Ballsoff gave form 1b their next natural sciences lesson.

The intervening week had been rather uneventful for Tom and Christopher, who thereby began to feel less uncomfortable about their new home, which was an attitude assisted considerably by new friendships. However, both boys did not know that they were being afforded time to settle in to their new environment before certain patient older people made moves to satisfy their predatory ambitions in respect of the beautiful pair of newcomers.

Dr. Ballsoff's live specimens eventually turned out to comprise pretty pupils aged 12, 14 and 16, borrowed from their own classes and who were members of the Physician's own youthful sexual menagerie. However, he soon disclosed that he required a fourth boy for his impending lesson, which was to study the young human male form.

"I need another younger volunteer from this class," announced Dr. Ballsoff but all of the thirty-eight 10 year-olds present lowered their heads in response, trying to look inconspicuous. However, Tom and Christopher were as usual sitting at the front of the class and such positioning of particularly pulchritudinous pupils did not help their cause

"You'll do, West," declared Dr. Ballsoff on spying the gorgeous newcomer, whom he particularly fancied, "so please step forward!" Fair-haired and blue-eyed Christopher reluctantly obliged and was stood by the physician next to the 12 year-old, facing the rest of the class.

"I'm going to discuss young human male forms and their sexual progress, processes and urges," Dr. Ballsoff subsequently announced rather nonchalantly but to gasps of startled astonishment from his audience, "using these four boys to illustrate certain characteristics and behaviours." He then turned to the young quartet, who were all deeply dismayed despite the fact that the three eldest had experienced such humiliation previously, and commanded "Strip naked, placing your clothing neatly on the Form-master's desk before standing before the class with hands on head!"

Dr. Ballsoff also picked up Younglove's cane. The school Physician proposed to use the cruel well-used intimidating implement to encourage the unhappy young foursome to obey his commands without delay.

Christopher's shame was particularly acute as his stripped before his classmates. Although they were all now accustomed to seeing each other nude whilst bathing, having to disport himself naked in the circumstances that were now confronting him was new to him and appalled him. Nevertheless, the boy complied with Dr. Ballsoff's command, stimulated to do so by sight of the cane in the Physician's hand, and was soon exhibiting his exquisite unclothed body, along with the three older pupils, to form 1b.

Dr. Ballsoff subsequently kept the cane in his hand and used the implement as a pointer when then discussing the physical differences between the young human male specimens on display. The Physician concentrated initially on their different physical sizes, including that of their genitalia, and the formation of a crown of pubic hair, missing on the others, above the sexual organs of the 16 year-old.

Dr. Ballsoff eventually deliberately caused the cocks of all four deeply humiliated boys to become embarrassingly hard by carefully playing with their penises with the tip of his cane. He simultaneously verbally compared developments, including reaction times and erection shapes and sizes, and elaborated reasons for the responses and differences. He extrapolated such organs' gradual physical changes to the ageing and progression into adulthood of young human males, finally describing the stimulus for and method of procreation.

Naturally, given that he was the youngest humiliated specimen on parade, Christopher's little but nevertheless delightful cock was the slowest to react to the careful stimulation being afforded by the cane and also eventually grew to be the smallest erection. The deep shame of the lovely but currently scarlet-faced boy was not assuaged by being the first to be the recipient of Dr. Ballsoff's genital attentions, or by the Physician's description and explanation of his physical and sexual immaturity. The 10 year-old's discomfort was also not helped by the fact that his eventually clearly throbbing penile hardness was somehow embarrassingly maintained after the man had moved on to discuss the other naked pupils in ascending order of age.

The occasion was the first time that most of the intrigued rather than amused 10 year-old pupils had been made aware of the facts of life and many were shocked and disgusted at the crudity of the process in which their fathers and mothers had indulged to reproduce. There was also embarrassment at the boys' previous naivety relating to the subject.

Dr. Ballsoff continued "If you think that the reproductive process between male and female is rather distasteful, I wouldn't disagree with you. However, the activity is a necessary repugnance that must be undertaken for propagation of the species."

"In my opinion," Dr. Ballsoff added, "young masculine humans are better served by satisfying their natural urges with the assistance of more mature males. Let me illustrate how this can be achieved using these four specimens."

Dr. Ballsoff then directed Christopher, who with Tom had previously performed a similar act in front of another class, to masturbate the deeply shamed blushing 12 year- old adjacent to him, whilst the 16 year-old, holding a bowl in his left hand, did the same to the red-faced 14 year-old. The latter orgasmed quickly and his masturbator collected his spurting semen in the waiting dish.

The 12 year-old took longer for the increasingly pleasurable feelings in his groin to overcome his intense abashment. However, the boy's body eventually convulsed and he instinctively bent slightly at the waist and clasped the hand stimulating his dry orgasm.

"Good," Dr. Ballsoff subsequently proclaimed, "an excellent demonstration of the effects of masturbation. Note the climactic reactions and the fact that the 12 year-old did not produce semen but the older boy did."

Dr. Ballsoff then ordered the bowl, containing the 14 year-old's ejaculate, to be passed around the class whilst he reiterated the substance's function and discussed when the pupils inspecting the sperm could expect to produce their own. Meanwhile, most of the boys had never even heard of semen before, let alone seen it, and could not resist the temptation to dip their forefingers into the small pool of white creamy liquid. The main exception was Jones D, who had recently experienced more than enough of Mr. Younglove's reproductive fluids invading his oral and anal orifices.

As a finale for this particular part of the lesson, Dr. Ballsoff instructed the 14 year-old naked specimen to lick the returned dish dry to illustrate the safety of orally consuming the product of his own penis. Some young observers also applied their tongues to the end of their forefingers to confirm the fact to their own satisfaction.

"Now for demonstrations of the two other possible main sexual acts between males, namely fellatio and sodomy," announced Dr. Ballsoff to his startled young audience. The Physician then commanded the 12 year-old to suck Christopher's cock whilst the 14 year-old was ordered to bend over the Form-master's desk so that the 16 year-old could sodomise him. The man provided a running commentary, as these actions subsequently proceeded.

All of the spectators, including Tom, experienced their own full erections as they watched. These phenomena literally arose despite sorrow from some at the profound embarrassment obviously suffered by their fellow pupils during their demeaning re-enactment of common homosexual activities.

Tom was especially concerned with Christopher's plight. However, this worry was partly overcome when he observed his friend's blush deepen and the boy close his eyes and lay a tight grip on the 12 year-old's head.

Tom knew from their recent mutual sexual experimentation in the nearby wood what such reaction on the part of Christopher meant. He also became strangely jealous that he was not presently perpetrating the act of fellatio on his friend.

Christopher's grip on the 12 year-old's head eventually lessened. Such sudden relaxation was gradually matched by a softening of the cock the older boy had been sucking. This reaction indicated to him that dry orgasm had been achieved and he could now terminate his act of fellatio and move his lips and head away from the delightful genitalia, which he had been orally entertaining.

After the 12 year-old's head had duly retreated, Christopher's sated cock was revealed to all as having finally returned to flaccidity. Nevertheless, Tom's were not the only lips to want to try to reverse the process again.

Meanwhile, the 16 year-old was taking longer to achieve climax with his substantial cock. This inaction occurred not because he disliked ploughing the delicious 14 year- old bottom before him, which he had done many times previously in Dr. Ballsoff's rooms, with the Physician as an eager spectator, but because he disliked doing so publicly.

Dr. Ballsoff eventually became impatient and decided to encourage his oldest catamite to cum quickly by rubbing the cane up and down the boy's superb buttocks and along the bumcrack, clearly signalling his intent to beat the sumptuous curvature if there was much more delay. However, the touch of the tip of the ancient cruel implement, which had thrashed much young flesh over the years, as it passed the 16 year-old's far from virgin sphincter to penetrate the anus caused the recipient of these attentions to shudder vigorously. He then spurted copious amounts of sperm into the younger anal orifice in front of him.

When the 16 year-old and the younger boy, whom he had just sodomised, subsequently separated, an audible pop reverberated around the classroom, as a softening but still large cock was withdrawn from a ravished rectum and air rushed in to replace the earlier created vacuum. The spectating pupils were then invited to come to the front of the room to inspect closely the results of the two most recent demonstrations of homosexual activity, whose naked practitioners had been compelled to resume their earlier standing positions, with hands on heads.

All of the pupils thought that the now soft but red cocks of Christopher and the 12 year-old were strangely stimulating. However, the majority of boys decided that the sight of the 14 year-old's bottom, with sperm oozing from his bumcrack and down the inside of his legs, and the 16 year-old's large and now slightly dirty penis, still dribbling some extraneous cum, were currently more academically interesting.

After this final humiliation was concluded and the bulk of form 1b's pupils had returned to their desks, Dr. Ballsoff advised the degraded naked boy specimens that they could redress and return whence they came. The Physician also reminded the 12 year-old that they had an appointment that evening without stipulating the purpose, although most of those present could now guess the reason for the liaison.

After the abashed Christopher had quickly re-attired and resumed his seat, and the other older humiliated boy subjects of Dr. Ballsoff's amazing lesson had also rapidly redressed and retreated, the physician finished his latest session in natural sciences for the astounded young members of form 1b. He did so by cautioning the largely excited class of 10 year-olds against experimenting without adult supervision in any of the practices that they had just seen demonstrated, which on initial consideration by the pupils appeared an incongruity.

Many of the pupils wondered why Dr. Ballsoff had arranged the demonstrations if they were not to be encouraged to practise them privately amongst themselves. The boys' confusion was then increased when the physician issued a warning about the consequences of ignoring the proscription.

Dr. Ballsoff warned the pupils about the dire punishments inflicted for disobedience of the directive, including those meted out for the egotistic evil of masturbatory self-abuse. The physician then suddenly and apparently incongruously changed the topic of his lesson to history, in particular that of ancient Greece.

Most of the 10 year-olds, who subsequently listened to Dr. Ballsoff's long historical monologue, were not yet mature enough to be aware of the devious subtlety of the propaganda that now flowed from the Physician's lips. He was expounding, astutely without returning to the subject of sex, an ingenious argument that mutually caring boy- man pedagogic relationships, as practised in ancient Greece, possessed considerable advantages for all, including the whole of society.

Dr. Ballsoff went on to explain that opportunities to enjoy such pedagogic kinship would befall many of the boys whilst at Sodomhall School and that they should enter such relationships not only freely and fearlessly but also enthusiastically and elatedly. The Physician knew full well that the prettiest new pupils would soon succumb to such arrangements, leaving the others to satisfy their gradually intensifying sexual needs furtively and, especially for their bottoms and other vulnerable parts of their young anatomies, dangerously. He reflected mentally that this very panorama made this particular educational establishment so enjoyable, at least for the sadistic pederasts that comprised all of the staff.

The aims of the whole of this special propaganda lesson were, of course, threefold. First was the, as diplomatic as possible, instruction of Sodomhall's School's latest intake of new 10 year-olds in the sort of homosexual action in which the prettiest of them would soon be expected to indulge. Second was the brainwashing, which proposed that, in the right circumstances, such activities were both natural and licit. Third was the indoctrination, which propounded that the 'right circumstances' only existed when the practice of such pleasures was shared with adult staff. Self-masturbation or sexual liaisons with fellow pupils was not only forbidden but also punishable with increasing severity.

Dr. Ballsoff, having concluded the forewarning and rather foreboding propaganda lesson, delivered annually to all first-year pupils, now departed. However, before he did so, he intriguingly announced that there would be another special natural sciences lesson the following week, this time for all Sodomhall pupils in the schoolhall, although he did not elaborate as to the precise subject.

Consequently, Dr. Ballsoff's 10 year-old charges in form 1b gossiped, with a strange mix of apprehension and excitement, about what they had just learnt, as well as speculated about the precise nature of next week's special lesson, whilst they made their way for their evening stew.

Meanwhile, in the Headmaster's study, Dr. Strappem was finalising his plans to entice Tom into his own circle of catamites, a plot which he intended to initiate, rather impiously for a doctor of divinity, on the boy's second Sunday in Sodomhall School.

(Northumberland, England, the following Sunday)

Consequently, the concerned Tom knocked on the study door at 8 o'clock precisely. "Enter" commanded the eagerly anticipative Dr. Strappem from within the room.

"Ah, Brown T," Dr. Strappem subsequently said, as the door was opened and he saw the beautiful form of Tom, "come in and take a chair!" The apprehensive boy proceeded to obey and sat on the proffered seat, which was immediately in front of the Headmaster's huge desk, on top of which was placed a large chess set. The diminutive 10 year-old's head could just see over the tall pieces.

"I understand," announced Dr. Strappem, "from the written information I have about you, which your guardian sent to me prior to your arrival, that you play chess. I'm always looking for fresh opponents. I believe you have no private study or chores to do today, so you'll indulge me by playing a few games, won't you Brown T?"

Tom was surprised by the request, not least because he had just learnt the game and did not think that he was very good. However, the boy knew that he could not refuse Dr. Strappem and so he replied politely "Of course, Headmaster, although I doubt if my play will be up to your standards."

Dr. Strappem also did not expect Tom to be as good as him at the game. The Headmaster's seductive as well as chess stratagem might otherwise be ruined.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll be a fine opponent," Dr. Strappem lied before adding "and a contest between two worthy adversaries should be spiced with prizes to stimulate keen competition. I suggest a farthing a game!"

Tom was stunned by this suggestion, as he possessed no money. The boy was therefore forced to confess his impecuniousness to Dr. Strappem, who actually already knew.

"Oh dear," declared the devious Dr. Strappem, "if you can't stake money, we'll just have to think of something else. Now, what can it be?" The Headmaster feigned deep thought for a few moments before suggesting "Clothing! You don't want to become embarrassingly naked do you Brown T? No, of course you don't, so the possibility should provide you with sufficient motivation to make our games intriguing!"

"I'll forfeit a farthing for every game that I concede," Dr. Strappem continued, "and you'll relinquish an item of clothing for every one that you lose, shoes and socks both counting as one garment. Alright, Brown T?"

The alarmed and deeply blushing Tom was speechless. Accordingly, Dr. Strappem answered for the boy by advising "Of course it is alright and, as we can't spend all day on our pleasures, there'll be a time limit of two minutes for each move!" The Headmaster then placed his pocket-watch on the desk next to him and picked up two pawns of opposite colours.

Hiding the chess pieces in the grip of his two palms, Dr. Strappem subsequently invited the suddenly quaking Tom to pick a hand to select his opening colour. The boy's choice was white, which was to prove to be a rather inappropriate selection given that the day was to be a black one for the 10 year-old.

The horrified Tom later easily lost the first contest, and his shoes. The boy had been checkmated in fifteen moves within thirty minutes, whilst he conceded the second, with his socks, even more quickly.

Tom put up more resistance for his shirt and shorts but they too had been lost along with games three and four by the time that the school clock chimed half past ten, leaving the boy attired in just his sparse underpants. During this gradual involuntary disrobing process, Dr. Strappem had regularly stood up from his chair to walk around his study, ostensibly contemplating his next moves but really to obtain a better view as his gorgeous young opponent's bodily cover lessened.

Dr. Strappem, who had previously only seen Tom naked distantly from his window when the boy had been undergoing the humiliating initiation ritual in the main school quadrangle, was looking forward to soon gaining a much closer view of the superlative nude form. The Headmaster's hidden erection grew in eager anticipation with each discarded garment.

Tom was losing the next game badly, being quickly six pieces down, and so appeared about to suffer his fifth checkmate and the loss of his underpants. However, the boy made a last desperate attack to try to prevent the seemingly inevitable. His few white pieces were deployed as follows:- King on g1, pawns on e3, f2, g2, h2, Bishop on b3, Queen on g3 and Rook on h5. His adult opponent's apparently overwhelming black forces were arrayed as follows:- Bishops on b4, d7, pawns on b5, b7, c7, f6, g7, h7, Knights on b6, b8, Rooks on a8, e8, Queen on e7 and King on h8.

Black threatened to mate by Ra1++. Fortunately, it was white's turn next.

Tom's mind then suddenly seemed to emerge from abashed bewilderment and a plan of action amazingly presented itself. The boy subsequently proceeded to sacrifice his last remaining Rook with Rxh7+.

Dr. Strappem had been completely surprised by Tom's stratagem and his next move was forced. The Headmaster's Kxh7 was then met with the boy's Qh4+.

Dr. Strappem had no option but to play Kg6, to which Tom's response was Qg3+. The Headmaster then looked into the boy's sensuous hazel eyes with fresh respect, as he saw that his young pupil had entrapped him in a perpetual check.

Dr. Strappem would have to return his King to h7, after which Tom would just replay Qh4+ before the previous cycle was repeated. The Headmaster, who was a very good chess-player, recognised that moving his King to h5 instead would result in him being mated after white's Bd1+ (Kh6, Qh4+, Kg6, Qh5++). A draw was therefore agreed.

Unfortunately, Tom's expectation that his unexpected brilliancy would save him, at least temporarily, from nudity was quickly dashed. Dr. Strappem, smiling lecherously whilst the hardness of his hidden cock became acute, took a farthing from his pocket and handed the coin to the shocked boy, declaring "I think for a draw, Brown T, we should both forfeit. Here's my side of the bargain. Now your own is due. Please remove your underpants!"

Tom's face turned an even darker shade of red, as he reluctantly complied, placing his last cover on top of the pile of other discarded garments on the floor next to him and quickly hiding his genitals under his hands. The boy was ashamed to notice that his little cock had incongruously hardened whilst he had shed his underpants.

Dr. Strappem subsequently reassembled the chess pieces and proclaimed "Now Brown T, we must think of another forfeit for you, as you seem to have lost all of your clothes and I'd like to indulge in a few more games, especially now you're beginning to show some form. I believe that it would be beneficial for you if we also induced more fight and determination in your play. I therefore suggest, if you lose the farthing that you now possess, two strokes of the cane across your bare rump for every subsequent game conceded. I'll deliver the accumulated quantity at the end of our session, which I'm enjoying so much that I think we'll carry on into the afternoon. I'll have luncheon brought into us!"

Dr. Strappem, now as white, made the first move of the next game before standing again to prowl round his study. As the Headmaster did so, he almost ejaculated into his own underwear at the sight of the beautiful nude 10 year- old sitting on the other side of his desk.

Dr. Strappem did not mind Tom's attempts to hide his undoubtedly lovely young prize assets. The Headmaster was sure that he would gain a very full intimate view of the boy's sexual organs later in the day, which was a delectable pleasure that he was happy to await patiently.

The smirking older pupils, who eventually brought lunch, were not too surprised that Dr. Strappem was playing chess with a naked 10 year-old. They had become aware that such a scenario was one of the regular tactics used by the Headmaster annually to seduce newcomers.

By the subsequent final end of the marathon session of play, which proceeded remorselessly until the school clock chimed half past five, Tom had not only returned the farthing to his adult opponent but had built up a forfeit amounting to ten strokes of the cane. The boy's skills had been adversely affected by nakedness and trepidation, and sadly no further brilliancy had emerged from his appalled and distressed mind to allow him even the consolation of another draw.

After checkmating Tom for the tenth time, Dr. Strappem feigned disappointment that his young opponent had not been able to conjure up better resistance, suggesting ominously that perhaps the boy would play better next time. The 10 year-old had been sincerely hoping that this event was to be a one-off.

"Now, Brown T," Dr. Strappem continued, whilst removing the chess set to a nearby table, "I believe that your bare bottom is owed ten strokes of my cane. Please stand and lay yourself across my desk so that your hands hold on to the edge at the other side. Given your height, that should present your posterior nicely to receive your forfeit!"

Tom, body beginning to quake, reluctantly and therefore slowly complied. As he did so, Dr. Strappem was pleased to glance the boy's lovely little cock, which was still embarrassingly rigid.

Dr. Strappem then collected one of his collection of canes, which was hanging, along with other implements of chastisement, from hooks on his study wall. The Headmaster, whose own hidden penis was engorged with excitement, returned to take up position behind the immaculate creamy curves of Tom's upturned bare bottom.

The tremulous Tom, whose body was quaking and in whose sensuous eyes tears had already formed, subsequently felt the cane being rubbed gently up and down his backside, which was now devoid of the marks from his previous beatings. The boy also felt his hard cock quiver.

The cane gently but teasingly and ominously brushing Tom's buttocks then ceased doing so in order to take up position to land the first undoubtedly excruciating hit, which the anguished boy now fully expected to be quickly inflicted. However, instead of the swish of the wicked implement and the sound of wood striking young flesh, the 10 year-old heard Dr. Strappem's voice, as the man played his last gambit of the day, not one of chess but of conspiracy.

"I take it that you were present at Dr. Ballsoff's recent natural sciences lesson, Brown T?" Dr. Strappem asked rhetorically, as Tom felt the cane's soft teasing ministrations return to his bare backside again. The Headmaster subsequently suggested "I presume that you appreciated what he was saying about pedagogic relationships. I have taken a few boys under my personal care and tutelage in such a manner over the years to their considerable benefit. I have decided that I admire your character and would therefore like you like to join them."

Dr. Strappem did not add that Tom possessed certain other features that he admired much more before continuing "If you agree to do so, I think that I'll forget the forfeits that you now owe, as I shall not want to spoil your bottom. Instead, I shall preserve your bum in its current state of perfection for other attentions later!"

Tom was startled to feel the cane withdrawn from his buttocks, to be replaced by Dr. Strappem's free hand, which began gently and sensitively to fondle the fine curves. The boy, whose small hard throbbing cock was trapped between his lower abdomen and the desktop, pointing rigidly upwards towards his navel, did not dare move.

Tom could also not prevent himself from eventually uttering a low groan, after Dr. Strappem's expert hand ultimately explored the boy's bumcrack and the nail of an adult forefinger began to brush gently against the boy's virgin sphincter. The 10 year-old's bottom even instinctively rose slightly upwards from the desktop in pleasure, as if inviting the manly digit to penetrate him. His whole body then visibly flushed and shuddered, as a result of his enjoyment of his second-ever dry orgasm.

Dr. Strappem had become expert at exploiting the inherent sexuality of boys, even ones less mature than Tom. The Headmaster could even test himself by offering the young victims of his skilled ministrations the chance of escaping his clutches in circumstances such as now but most were too far immersed in sexual reverie and keen for pleasure to persist to make use of the opportunity.

"I see that you like my touch, Brown T," observed the delighted and appreciative Dr. Strappem, whilst he relentlessly continued to feel Tom's scrumptious bottom. "You could frequently be on the receiving end of such pleasantries," the Headmaster next commented, "throughout your long stay at the school, avoiding nasty regular distress, such as the type inflicted by the cane in my hand, if you consent to my special supervision of your welfare!"

The thoroughly humiliated but nevertheless still intensely sexually stimulated Tom was now, as he was meant to be after Dr. Ballsoff's earlier special lesson, fully aware of the implications of acceding. Despite Dr. Strappem's present skilled exploitation of the boy's sexuality, he was intending to refuse, as he was bravely prepared to face the serious and undoubtedly painful repercussions. However, the Headmaster was astutely aware of the possibility of such a courageous reaction and had already plotted to forestall a negative answer.

Tom changed his planned answer after Dr. Strappem advised him, whilst still remorselessly fondling the boy's sublime posterior, "If you decline, Brown T, I shall enjoy a chess session instead with your friend, West, next Sunday. As he doesn't play the game at all, I think that his forfeits will be much worse than those that you are about to experience if you refuse my kind offer, and I'm sure that he will therefore be happy to accept my intimate patronage."

As part of his pre-planning, Dr. Strappem had thoroughly researched the latest young subject of his desires. The Headmaster had thereby become acquainted, from information supplied by Flashmember, that Brown T and West had become close friends and that the former should become compliant to his will in order to avoid a threat to the latter.

Tom actually believed that Christopher would probably bravely adopt a similar stance to the one he was currently prepared to embrace in circumstances similar to those in which he now disturbingly found himself. However, the boy also decided that he could not let his friend follow him into such a sinister situation.

A re-clothed but still distressed Tom emerged from the ecstatic Headmaster's study shortly afterwards. The boy, who had experienced another dry orgasm after agreeing to Dr. Strappem's proposals, when the man had continued to fondle the boy's bottom expertly in celebration, had completely lost his appetite and so did not go to the schoolhall for his evening meal.

Tom, who was appalled at what he had conceded to Dr. Strappem, also carefully avoided his friends, to whom he did not want to confess what he had agreed to do. The boy instead bathed alone in his dormitory's bathroom, preparing himself as instructed for his all-night appointment, which was to start at 7 o'clock in the Headmaster's quarters.

Dr. Ballsoff entered the Headmaster's study shortly after Tom had left and had been delighted to learn that Dr. Strappem's clever manipulations had resulted in yet another success. The Physician also realised that he was now free to make his own move for Christopher, who represented his preferred choice from the fresh stock, as he had a particular liking for fair-haired blue-eyed boys.

Flashmember, smirking again, conveyed the message later to the concerned Christopher that the boy was to report to Dr. Ballsoff's rooms at 8 o'clock that night for undisclosed reasons. Meanwhile, other members of staff closed in on other new prey. For example, Jonathan had gained the interest of the Gamesmaster, who therefore invited the 10 year-old dormleader to a special evening physical exercise session in the gymnasium.

Jonathan was not to like the particular physical exercises that he was subsequently required to undertake.

Chapter 9
Balls

(Dr. Strappem's rooms, Sodomhall School, Northumberland, England, September 1803)

Before Tom was a naked boy. He could also see the back of a leather armchair, beyond which, on a large bed, two more young nudes cavorted whilst another undressed duo stood to the side, arms wrapped round each other whilst they watched the action in front of them. All of the boys sported fulsome erections.

Tom was later to discover that the boys were different ages. Dr. Strappem liked to add to his collection just one new exceptionally attractive catamite from each fresh annual intake of 10 year-old pupils, releasing them from his sexual service only once they reached year 8 and the age of 17.

The boy who had opened the door was 11, the two on the bed were 13 and 15 and the nearby spectators were 14 and 16. The new arrival, Tom, was soon to discover where the 12 year-old amongst Dr. Strappem's current catamite collection was positioned.

Dr. Strappem's head appeared round the side of the armchair. "Ah, Brown T," the euphorically smiling Headmaster declared, lechery obvious in his eyes, "welcome and do come in!" Tom hesitated, wanting to run away instead, but then he remembered that, if he did, Christopher would probably have to survey such a disturbing scene instead on the following Sunday.

The deeply apprehensive Tom therefore entered the Doctor of Divinity's rooms, not knowing that Christopher would reluctantly be doing similar at the Doctor of Medicine's accommodation an hour later. As the tremulous boy advanced towards the armchair occupied by the Headmaster, he suddenly realised to his disgust that the man was himself shockingly naked.

The missing 12 year-old, also nude and erect like the other boys, was kneeling in front of Dr. Strappem and his young lips and tongue were busy entertaining the Headmaster's hairy genitals. Meanwhile, the 11 year-old closed the door behind Tom and quickly went to stand to one side of the armchair so that the man could resume his earlier fondling of him.

"I've assembled the other special pupils who enjoy my patronage," Dr. Strappem advised Tom, as the deeply shocked and appalled newcomer finally arrived at the other side of the armchair from the 11 year-old, whose smooth balls the Headmaster had resumed fondling, "so that they can introduce themselves to you. After all, you'll undoubtedly become intimately familiar with all of them over the terms, if not years, ahead!"

"Now, boys," Dr. Strappem then commanded, "stop enjoying yourselves and tell Brown T here, who is to be the latest beneficiary of my kind personal patronage, who you are and what class you're in." The pupils, obedience encouraged by the nasty cane always in the Headmaster's presence, immediately proceeded to obey in ascending order of age.

"Good," Dr. Strappem subsequently commented, "now that you know the others, I'm sure that you'll want, Brown T, to become as comfortable as them. Undress and place your uniform neatly on the floor in the corner over there, alongside the other six tidy piles, and then come back here. I think that it's time that you and I also became intimately acquainted!"

(Dr. Ballsoff's rooms, Sodomhall School, Northumberland, England, one hour later)

Consequently, Dr. Ballsoff opened the door to his rooms himself. Christopher immediately noticed the naked splayed boy and realised that the pupil was the same 14 year-old who had been lying in a similarly shaming situation when he and Tom had earlier been subjected by the Physician to their humiliatingly intimate physical checks here. Observing that Christopher was at the threshold, Dr. Ballsoff grinned and instructed "Enter, West, and shut the door behind you!" The deeply concerned boy reluctantly complied whilst the Physician returned to continue his examination of the 14 year-old's clearly excited genitals.

"Just bear with me," Dr. Ballsoff requested of Christopher, as the Physician resumed his close inspection of the bound boy's groin and carefully felt the shape of his young scrotum, including the immature balls inside, "whilst I finish my check. The miscreant's still producing unwanted emissions of semen and his guardian has agreed that I can decide my own remedy to rectify the problem. I'm just working out precisely what I should do."

Christopher waited patiently until just after the school clock struck quarter past eight. The blushing 14 year-old nude was then released from his bondage and told to wash and redress himself and return to his dormitory. The cleaning was required because the symptom of his disorder had occurred again during Dr. Ballsoff's examination, when semen had gushed out of the boy's cockhead to splash like a fountain all over his groin, belly and chest. Luckily for the pupil's bottom, the Physician's cane would not exact revenge because the man had anticipated the imminent ejaculation and had stood back to allow the energetic spurts to take their natural course, thereby avoiding being soiled with the juvenile sperm.

When Dr. Ballsoff was finally alone with Christopher, he commanded the boy to undress too. The shamed 10 year-old reluctantly did so, unsure why the order had been conveyed because he had already recently been subjected to an intimate medical check-up by the man. However, he now knew better than to query the instruction.

"Place your hands on your head," Dr. Ballsoff next ordered after seeing that Christopher, having disrobed, was trying to hide his privates with his hands. The boy, blushing and embarrassed despite having been in this situation with the Physician twice previously, reluctantly obeyed. His humiliation was then compounded when he realised that his little cock was hard.

Dr. Ballsoff walked round Christopher, taking in the boy's beautiful form but now not with professional but with erotic interest, and whilst his own already aroused hidden penis grew further as he did so. "I liked the way that you conducted yourself when you helped me with my lesson in natural sciences, West," the Physician advised, as he proceeded with his slow intimate visual inspection of the young nude.

"I've therefore asked the Headmaster," the equally cunning and manipulative Dr. Ballsoff announced, "if I can use you as a regular nude model in the frequent class demonstrations in natural sciences that I conduct around the school. Dr. Strappem has kindly agreed to my request."

Christopher was naturally appalled to learn of this development, and the redness of his face deepened as he realised the full humiliating implications of Dr. Ballsoff's announcement. "However," the crafty Physician also informed, "I have a vacancy for a first year pupil to mentor and the selected boy would of course not have time to act as a nude model as well."

"I believe," Dr. Ballsoff continued, "that you've heard my discourse on pedagogic relationships. If you don't want to be, over the next eight years, a regular living naked specimen at the lessons that I hold every day, except Sunday, for the various forms, I invite you to apply for this vacancy. You may indicate your acceptance by going through the side door over there into my private quarters where you'll find a bed. Lay on it and I'll kindly initiate our mutually beneficial association!"

(Gymnasium, Sodomhall School, Northumberland, England, same time)

Jonathan was already at the point of exhaustion. The naked boy had conducted several circuits of the equipment in the gymnasium, whilst being compelled to run between the various apparatus, sometimes uncertainly along low narrow wooden benches, before using the items in the required manner. Amongst the requirements inflicted on the nude 10 year-old had was the need to climb ropes and frames, jump over vaulting horses and perform somersaults, push-ups and other energetic exercises on soft matting.

The Gamesmaster thoroughly enjoyed the spectacle, albeit more for sensual than for athletic reasons. Mr. Hardcock especially liked the sight of Jonathan's completely smooth and perfectly proportioned sexual organs flopping around during the various hectic activities. He was also particularly looking forward to fondling and sucking soon the young balls that formed an essential component of the juvenile genitalia.

"You may rest for a few minutes, Morton," Mr. Hardcock subsequently advised the relieved Jonathan before disappointing the boy by adding "and then I'll supervise you running around the outside playing field. It's a bit dark, cold and rainy, especially for someone exercising in the nude, but you won't mind that, will you? I'm sure that you'll also enjoy similar daily private gymnastic lessons with me throughout your nine years at the school!"

Tears began to form in Jonathan's eyes on hearing of Mr. Hardcock's plans. The Gamesmaster therefore realised that the time was ripe to offer the boy the alternative proposal.

Mr. Hardcock began by advising that there were alternative forms of exercise and then asking whether Jonathan had listened to Dr. Ballsoff's talk about pedagogic relationships.

(Dr. Strappem's rooms, Sodomhall School, Northumberland, England, same time)

Dr. Strappem smirked when he saw that Tom's hands were trying to hide a little erection. The Headmaster then made the young cock, and his own, even more rigid by spending several minutes fondling the boy's sexual organs for the first time.

Dr. Strappem was delighted by the immaculate form of Tom's genitalia, which currently comprised a stiff uncut penis above a nicely smooth small spherical scrotum. The boy's balls received much attention before adult hands strayed to the lustrous curvature of the 10 year-old's bare bottom.

Dr. Strappem's fondling was eventually interrupted by the arrival of his cup of tea. The Headmaster therefore ceased his manhandling of Tom's private parts and instead, in order to enjoy to the full his refreshment, which was initially held for him between sips by the 11 year-old, he invited his newest boy catamite to sit on his knee.

Tom reluctantly felt compelled, by sight of the nearby prominently displayed cane, to accept Dr. Strappem's invitation. He was then forced to watch the lovemaking demonstration provided by the two boys on the bed.

Dr. Strappem explained, as the erotic demonstration continued, that the pair's performance would later be matched by the 14 and 16 year-olds and then the 11 and 12 year-olds. Tom was subsequently to discover during the succeeding hour or so that the boys making up each pair were required to suck their partner to excitement. The Headmaster kindly advised that this activity was pursued in order to provide their differing sized cocks with natural lubrication so that they could follow through their passions by sodomising their companions until they achieved wet or dry orgasms.

As the exhibitions of boyish lusts proceeded, Tom felt Dr. Strappem's own hard cock press against his virginal bottom. His own much smaller penis also rather guiltily maintained its rigidity throughout the lewd shows, helped by frequent fondling of his balls by the Headmaster.

(Dr. Ballsoff's rooms, Sodomhall School, Northumberland, England, same time)

(Gymnasium, Sodomhall School, Northumberland, England, same time)

Jonathan was therefore instructed to bend himself over one of the smaller vaulting horses, whilst firmly grasping the far underside. Despite being assigned the most diminutive of these items of gymnastic equipment, the boy's feet were consequently raised from the shiny wooden floorboards.

Mr. Hardcock quickly undressed himself to reveal the veracity of his surname. His large erection was already drooling precum.

Mr. Hardcock then rapidly greased his penis and the young virgin's anus with substance provided by Dr. Ballsoff to all staff for just this purpose. The resultant intrusion of the Gamesmaster's large manly finger into Jonathan's tight innocent rectum caused the boy to moan in pain and shame.

Jonathan's utterances then became loud yelps when Mr. Hardcock's digit was soon ruthlessly followed by his much bigger engorged penis, which was mercilessly eagerly thrust straight inside the boy. The 10 year-old had never previously experienced such agony, even during his recent caning.

Mr. Hardcock gripped Jonathan's hips harshly and pulled them backwards and forwards in tandem with his own thrusts, whilst continuously fully filling and then emptying the yelling boy's anus, as he deflowered the tear-stained 10 year-old.

(Dr. Ballsoff's rooms, Sodomhall School, Northumberland, England, same time)

Like Jonathan nearby, Christopher subsequently had to suffer the more silent pleasure of orally cleaning the tool that had just deprived him of his virginity. His young tongue was compelled to lick blood, semen and worse from the still hard manly penile surface.

Also as with Jonathan nearby, Christopher's action culminated in his first act of fellatio, with the resultant semen forcibly swallowed, as his new pedagogue held the boy's head firmly in place until orgasm was complete and the product safely despatched to the 10 year-old's stomach.

(Dr. Strappem's rooms, Sodomhall School, Northumberland, England, same time)

The spectacle of watching two naked boys making love immediately in front of him, and the simultaneous gentle fondling by Dr. Strappem, especially of his little balls, had not just caused Tom's own cock to harden. When the 14 year-old clearly climaxed to ejaculate inside the 16 year-old, the youngest penis in the headmaster's rooms also enjoyed its own dry orgasm.

Dr. Strappem had noticed the obvious signs of Tom's gathering climax, namely the blushing face, heavier breathing, shuddering body and vibrating cock, and had generously allowed nature to take its course. The Headmaster even smiled when the inevitable happened.

Dr. Strappem was, of course, also now looking forward to his own reward, namely enjoying the feeling of his own erection being thrust deep inside the virgin opening against which his rampant and increasingly impatient penis was currently pressing. The Headmaster secured his aim after watching all six of his other young catamites enjoy sex in pairs in front of him.

After the conclusion of the sexual shows, Tom was finally left alone with Dr. Strappem. The Headmaster had commanded the other boys to redress and had dismissed them back to their various dormitories. However, the Doctor of Divinity did not now advance to his bed to enjoy his eagerly anticipated divine moment. He had instead decided to experience his imminent pleasure whilst remaining in his armchair.

Dr. Strappem raised Tom slightly from his manly lap and targeted his erection to point directly upwards at the boy's virginal sphincter. The deflowering implement then received a little grease before the now terrified 10 year-old felt the large cockhead again pressing against his anal opening, this time with clear keen intent.

Tom knew what was about to occur. The boy also realised that he could do nothing but succumb.

Dr. Strappem whispered in Tom's ear. "Lower yourself onto me!" the Headmaster instructed the appalled boy.

Tom's body broke out in goosepimples before he slowly and with immense reluctance began to obey Dr. Strappem's instruction. However, the press of the Headmaster's broad engorged cockhead against the boy's desperately resistant virginal sphincter caused too much pain for the 10 year- old to proceed any further.

"I can't!" Tom screamed in desperation. "You can!" Dr. Strappem retorted, with eager lechery evident in his voice. The Headmaster then proved his point by grabbing the boy's thighs and, with irresistible manly resolve and strength, pushing downwards.

Tom's anal defences immediately capitulated to such resolute pressure, and a large greased adult erection suddenly slid swiftly into the boy's insides so that his buttocks quickly came to rest against Dr. Strappem's fulsome bush of pubic hair. The 10 year-old's abject excruciating surrender was accompanied by a vociferous shriek from his sweet rosy lips, as the Headmaster's cock was agonisingly rammed to the hilt inside his previously virginal rectum.

"Now, lift yourself gently off me," Dr. Strappem next instructed of Tom, after the boy had later finally calmed and quietened as he became more accustomed to the big cock inside him, "and then lower yourself again. Keep repeating the sequence until you feel me cum inside you!"

Prior to starting at Sodomhall School, Tom would not have known what 'cum inside you meant'. However, the boy had now received sufficient education of a certain type to become fully knowledgeable about such phraseology. He also reluctantly began to obey Dr. Strappem's latest demeaning and distressing command.

Tom lifted himself up and, as he did so, he could feel Dr. Strappem's erection agonisingly slide up his rectum until the cockhead had almost returned to his anal entrance. The boy then reluctantly slowly sat back down into the Headmaster's lap, in the process again painfully filling himself with manly penis, although this time the act of self-sodomy was not quite as hurtful as previously.

The now tearful Tom was rewarded for his action by a sigh from Dr. Strappem of "Good boy!" However, the deeply pained and shamed 10 year-old did not feel that he in any way currently justified such a praiseworthy description.

Tom eventually dutifully rose slightly again before lowering himself once more. The boy then gradually and with great care and much continued anguish began to establish a gentle rhythm to his actions.

Tom's grief was, of course, in inverse proportion to Dr. Strappem's delight, as the beautiful boy's previously virginal rectum pleasured the adult's manhood. The Headmaster considered the feel of young buttocks regularly landing in his lap and against his balls to be particularly exquisite. The experience also finally produced the inevitable response.

Tom had again lowered himself fully onto the hard cock of Dr. Strappem, whose own breathing had become more rapid and heavier, but he was on this occasion not allowed to withdraw. The Headmaster instead held the boy firmly in place by the thighs, as the man finally sated his passion deep inside his newest catamite.

Tom could simultaneously feel spurts of cum invade his insides, as confirmation that he was no longer a virgin. The boy's feeling of self-disgust was not helped by the fact that, as the Headmaster's ejaculate filled him, his own little cock, which had embarrassingly re-hardened, amazingly enjoyed another dry orgasm.

The noticeable simultaneous return of orgasmic shuddering to Tom's delectable form caused Dr. Strappem's own climax to intensify sweetly.

(Main hall, Sodomhall School, Northumberland, England, next morning)

The morning run also proved rather painful in two different ways for Tom, who was, of course, now only dressed in sparse tight shorts. Firstly, his recently deflowered bottom hurt a lot, particularly when mobile, which caused him to move with noticeable awkwardness and associated grimacing and groaning. Secondly, the residual dried semen on his chin and bared inside legs was further embarrassing evidence to other pupils about what he had been involved in overnight.

When Tom later met up with Christopher and Jonathan for their morning ablutions, none of the three traumatised friends spoke immediately about their awful experiences of the previous night. However, each recognised, from their morose facial expressions, awkward and anguished movements and stained faces and legs, that they had all had suffered similarly.

The three boys were also too late to eat breakfast by the time that they arrived in the schoolhall. Their running had rather understandably been much slower than usual, not that they had much appetite for food, especially as they knew that they were to pleasure their new patrons again that night.

(Playing field, Sodomhall School, Northumberland, England, next day)

(Main hall, Sodomhall School, Northumberland, England, next day)

Dr. Ballsoff subsequently announced to all the embarrassing genital complaint from which the bound boy suffered. However, the resultant giggling from amongst the young audience e immediately quietened when the Physician went on to describe the experimental corrective treatment to which the miscreant's guardian had agreed. He did not add that his first recommendation, namely castration, had sadly been rejected as a solution to the problem.

The boy's genitals were to be tightly ringed at the base to reduce blood flow to his balls and so discourage unruly arousal. His sexual organs would also be fitted with a permanent chastity cage of enveloping perforated and internally spiked metal, specially made to careful measurements by the blacksmith in the local village.

The cage would tightly encase the boy's genitals. Such constriction allowed no room whatsoever for penile expansion and the internal spikes also made any attempt most discomforting. However, the perforations permitted somewhat clumsy urination.

The contraption would be attached to a belt, fixed in place by a body harness locked at the rear by a padlock. The relevant thin and light but immovable crossed leather strapping ran from the front and back of the shoulders down the upper torso and along the sides of the buttocks to link underneath with the genital cage in the area of the perineum.

After describing and showing the cruel chastity cage to all of the pupils, including the appalled 14 year-old to whom the contraption was about to be fitted, Dr. Ballsoff suggested that the audience should take careful heed of the experimental cure. The Physician advised that other boys could also be treated in the same way if they too developed similar symptoms of genital misbehaviour.

Dr. Ballsoff additionally announced that, before attaching the device, the miscreant would be punished for the previous ill-discipline of his sexual organs.

Dr. Ballsoff happily declared "I'm now going to cane the miscreant's balls!"

Chapter 10
Fags

(Northumberland, England, October 1803)

Autumn in this remote bleak part of Northumberland was frequently cold and miserable. However, this day was actually to be an exception, turning out to be sunny and mild and also the worst in Tom's life so far.

Tom leaned up and looked around him. Flashmember was snoring gently next to him and on the other side of the Headboy lay a somnolent Christopher, as naked as his two bed partners.

Tom returned his head to the pillow, closed his eyes and recalled the humiliations of the previous day, not knowing that far worse was imminent. He and Christopher had been summoned after assembly to see Flashmember, who informed them that the Headmaster and school Physician had kindly allowed him to appoint them as his part-time fags to help reduce the burden on the overworked Adam. The smirking Headboy advised that he could utilise their services whenever their adult pedagogues did not require them.

Tom and Christopher were aghast, guessing correctly what some of these services would entail. Both 10 year-olds had hoped that their nights off from providing the lecherous Doctors of Divinity and Medicine with sexual favours, whilst the men enjoyed the bodies of others from their coterie of select pupils, would be spent recuperating from the adult's shameful and painful attentions. However, it now seemed that at least some of these evenings would instead now be spent entertaining Flashmember.

Flashmember also proceeded to tell Tom and Christopher that they were excused afternoon lessons, as they were to accompany him to Sodomhall village, where it was market day, and he needed some assistance with a few transactions he had to complete on behalf of himself and the Headmaster. "Report to me at the main entrance at 1 o'clock sharp, and don't forget to wear your caps as we're leaving school grounds!" was the Headboy's last command to his new fags, who thought that their first chore did not seem too bad after all. It would be the two newcomers' first excursion outside the school since they had arrived a month earlier and they actually began to look forward to the experience, a feeling that would be short-lived.

The walk to the village, along undulating muddy narrow lanes, took almost an hour and the market was very crowded and busy when the threesome arrived. Flashmember immediately made for a particular clothes retailer, provider of all the school uniforms.

The trader, a plainly attired middle-aged man of rather ugly appearance, eyed the two sweet new boys, whom he had never seen previously, accompanying Flashmember. After ascertaining that the usual discount facility was in place, the Headboy gave the man some cash to buy a box of new socks.

"Which one?" asked Flashmember. "The blonde I think!" answered the retailer.

"Fine," Flashmember replied, before turning to Christopher and instructing "Go with Mr. Coxhead here and do whatever he says, as you'll be in great trouble if you don't. Afterwards, bring the box of socks to the village inn, where you'll find Brown T and me."

Flashmember subsequently shook hands with the trader and said his farewells with the appendage "Enjoy!" The Headboy then walked away, ordering Tom to follow him.

Tom looked behind, as he trailed Flashmember, to see that the retailer, having left his stall in the charge of an assistant, had put his arm around Christopher's shoulders and was leading the boy to a large covered horse-drawn wagon. The vehicle boasted 'Coxhead for Quality Fittings' painted on the side in large lettering.

The transaction at the inn was for a crate of locally brewed bottled beer, perhaps appropriately labelled 'Dickup's Stout, the strongest Sodomhall infusion'. The innkeeper, less cleanly dressed, older and even uglier than the market trader, spied Tom and agreed to the usual price-cut.

"Mr. Dickup needs your help in the cellars, Brown T," Flashmember therefore told his remaining 10 year-old companion, "and you will oblige him, won't you? Don't forget the consequences of failing to please!"

The still rather innocent and naïve Tom compliantly followed the innkeeper behind the bar of his busy establishment, where a trapdoor was opened, giving access to the cellar below via a steep ladder. "You go first!" suggested Mr. Dickup and the boy again obeyed, expecting to have to help shift crates and barrels once down.

The innkeeper followed, closing the trapdoor behind him before turning to Tom, who was beginning to shiver in the chill of the cellar. "Now lad," Mr. Dickup declared, "you heard what the Headboy said, that you're to be good and obedient. So, you can start by taking your clothes off!"

"Teas up!" announced Adam. Tom, beginning to shiver again, not with the chill of the inn cellar but rather with the recollection of what happened there, reopened his eyes. Flashmember and Christopher followed suit. All three sat up in bed to receive mugs of hot tea from the 11 year-old, who then returned to the blazing fire to prepare the Headboy's toast using a large brass fork.

Flashmember sipped his tea and a smile came to his face as he remembered the previous evening's pleasurable activities in his rooms. He had given Adam the night off whilst his two new part-time fags entertained him. He had ordered them to strip and wash each other in his personal bath before requiring the naked 10 year-olds to show him how much they were friends by making love on his bed whilst he watched from his armchair.

Flashmember had been compelled to collect his cane from his mantelpiece before the initially very reluctant Tom and Christopher were encouraged to start kissing and fondling each other. However, use of the instrument had not been needed, as it soon became clear that, after early inhibitions had dissipated, the boys were really beginning to enjoy what they were doing, which was evident from the full erections they quickly developed, accompanied by quiet moans of genuine pleasure.

Flashmember watched the highly erotic scene for a while, whilst living up to his surname by exposing his own large cock, which he proceeded to rub gently. The Headboy then eventually ordered Tom and Christopher to "Masturbate each other to climax!"

Tom and Christopher had already brought each other close to orgasm and now experienced no compulsion whatsoever in complying with Flashmember's command. They actually needed little encouragement to pump each other's penises more vigorously to almost simultaneous ecstatic dry orgasms, the achievement of which was obvious from the way in which their beautiful nude bodies quivered in each other's arms.

After the now panting and red-faced Tom and Christopher had eventually opened their eyes, as they came down from their sexual highs, they saw that Flashmember was standing by the bed, also now naked and sporting his own fulsome erection. "My turn, I think," declared the Headboy happily, "so let me lay between you. You can lick and suck my nipples, West, whilst you, Brown T, can do the same for my cock. We'll decide later who I'll bugger first!"

In the event, Flashmember sodomised Tom first before requiring the boys to return to their former stimulating tasks on his body, although in reverse fashion, and later enjoying the tight fit of Christopher's rectum. The Headboy's delightful evening was finished off when each 10 year-old brought him to further climaxes and swallowed the product of their oral ministrations. Exhausted sleep had then overwhelmed the threesome.

"Well, Brown T and West," announced Flashmember, as he sipped his tea and ate his fresh toast, "I have another errand for you to perform for me today. Do you know which of the local hills is Atio Fell?"

Tom and Christopher, now deeply apprehensive about such missions after their experiences of the previous day, confessed that they did not. "It doesn't really matter," Flashmember replied, "as I'll point it out to you later. There's a farm on the fell. Instead of going on your morning run along the normal route, I'd like you to go there."

"Farmer Allcock," Flashmember advised, "will give you some boxes of eggs. You'll bring them back to me after making the appropriate payment, and I think that you both now understand what that'll involve!"

Both boys now did believe what Farmer Allcock would expect in return for his eggs. Their assumption appeared correct when they later set off for the fell, dressed only in their white shorts, as if performing the morning run, for they were given no money to make alternative recompense.

Tom and Christopher were silent, as they ran barefoot over the dewy fields towards the distant Atio Fell. Both boys could see the farm buildings towards the top of the hill and wondered what awful sexual services they would have to provide in order to secure the eggs.

As they proceeded, neither boy remarked on the fact that they had noticed that the bulges at the front of each other's shorts had grown noticeably bigger. They were both astounded and ashamed that recall of the events of the previous day, and realisation regarding the type of recompense that they would imminently have to provide for Farmer Allcock in return for his eggs, had somehow induced genital excitement.

As Tom ran towards his fate on Atio Fell, he remembered his experience of the day before in the cellar of Sodomhall village's solitary tavern. After stripping, the boy had been forced to lie over a barrel placed sideways on the cold floor, whilst the innkeeper undid his own trouser buttons. The 10 year-old then felt Mr. Dickup lean over him to introduce his engorged cockhead to the sadly no-longer virginal young sphincter.

Tom's subsequent agonised shriek was muted by the fact that the innkeeper had placed a hand over the boy's mouth. The man did not want his patrons upstairs to be unduly disturbed by any inconsiderate noise from his latest recompense for Flashmember's cut-price beer, which the 10 year-old now appreciated appeared to be well labelled. The large cock now painfully intruding into his innards was indeed proving to be a 'dickup 's stout', and 'the strongest Sodomhall infusion'.

A rather dirty cloth was later used to attempt to clean Tom's bumcrack of surplus semen before he was allowed to redress and clamber, now rather red-faced, back upstairs. As the boy then emerged from the cellar, many of the patrons glanced knowingly at him over their tankards of beer, whilst sporting broad grins, and consequently the 10 year-old's shame and facial blush both increased in intensity.

Meanwhile, Christopher's similar experience nearby was a bit more comfortable because the inside of the retailer's wagon was not chilly and, after disrobing, he was not required to lean over cold wood. The boy was instead bent over a steep pile of varied clothing and his own attempted screams were stifled by a sock in his mouth, whilst his sodomiser lived up to the banner on the side of his vehicle, which boasted 'Coxhead for Quality Fittings'.

The two scared runners eventually reached Atio Fell Farm and Mr. Allcock, who had seen them approach, was waiting for them in the farmyard, along with many clucking hens, a large cockerel, a wandering goat and a dirty sty full of pigs. "Come for the eggs?" the rather ancient-looking farmer asked of the boys.

"Yes, Sir!" Tom politely answered. "I've not seen you two before," the man replied before enquiring "Are you new boys?"

"Yes, Sir!" Tom repeated.

"I'll still expect the usual payment," Allcock retorted. "I suppose you do, Sir," Tom responded, "but what is that as we haven't been told?"

The farmer smirked and dropped his dirty trousers and underpants, revealing a venerable semi-hard penis. "Place your own shorts over the fence there and then come here. One of you is to suck my dick whilst the other tongues my hole!"

Tom and Christopher looked at each other, appalled expressions evident. However, they knew the likely painful consequences of failing to return to the school without the eggs and soon their skimpy shorts were resting over the fence. Both boys then tried to cover their own small embarrassing erections as they then approached the smiling old man.

After running to Attio Fell, the boys' bodies were warm and the fortunate mild sunny weather meant that their renewed complete nudity would not cause quick chilling of their highly attractive forms. Their mutual sudden shivering was therefore entirely testament to their immense distaste for the imminent price they had to pay for Farmer Allcock's eggs.

Recognising Christopher's reluctance for the particular task, Tom generously offered to take up the rear position. As the 10 year-old subsequently knelt on the muddy ground of the farmyard to view Allcock's wrinkled behind, the old man's stench overwhelmed the boy's nose.

Nevertheless, Tom still somehow managed to prise the farmer's dirty hairy bumcheeks apart to inspect his imminent workplace. The sight caused the boy to become immediately nauseous and to vomit, as well as to regret deeply his earlier decision to volunteer for this particularly unpleasant chore.

"Dirty brat," declared Allcock, as vomit flew into his dropped trousers, which he stepped out of to grasp Tom by his left ear. "I'll make you pay for that!" the farmer, red- faced in anger, then menacingly promised.

Allcock subsequently dragged the alarmed naked Tom over to a nearby shed and took him inside. The pair emerged shortly afterwards, with the boy now sporting a large leather dog collar locked around his slim neck and being dragged by the attached chain lead to the sty full of pigs.

Despite his antiquity, Allcock eventually picked Tom up and threw him into the sty, causing the swine to squeal, as they rushed aside to allow the boy to fall into thick swill- polluted mud. By the time the 10 year-old had recovered from the shock, the trouserless farmer had padlocked the end of the lead to the fence of the enclosure and was striding back to Christopher, mumbling "Act like a pig, you can be one for a day!"

To his later disgust, Christopher had been too shocked and afraid to intervene and now meekly knelt before Allcock to complete his fellatio chore before collecting the eggs and his shorts and running back to Sodomhall School, reluctantly without his best friend. Meanwhile, Tom, nude body splattered in mud and swill and after failing with shouted apologies and entreaties to persuade the farmer to release him, sat in a crouched position in a corner of the sty trying to avoid the nosy interest of the pigs.

Flashmember eventually came to rescue his new fag at lunchtime, almost six hours later. Tom had dozed off to sleep when the Headboy's voice awoke him.

"Found your true vocation in life at last, Brown T!" suggested the smirking Flashmember. The 10 year-old did not find the joke funny.

"I've made a deal with Mr. Allcock," next advised Flashmember, "for, in return for certain considerations, he's prepared to release you so that you can go on another errand for me. You're to complete the task that you failed to perform this morning, as well as repeat the one that West undertook, and your bare bottom will then receive a little chastisement from the farmer, appropriately using the belt of the trousers you soiled!"

Flashmember had brought with him from Allcock's rather ramshackle residence a bucket of water and the keys to the padlock and dog collar. He now released Tom from his demeaning situation and told him to clean up before following him back to the shabby farmhouse.

The now tremulous and still nude Tom did as he was told and was soon knocking gently on the farmhouse door. Flashmember and Allcock emerged from inside, with the latter now wearing fresh trousers, albeit equally as dirty as the previous pair.

"Kneel in the middle of the yard!" Allcock ordered and Tom proceeded compliantly to reposition himself accordingly. Meanwhile, Flashmember remained near the doorway to watch as the farmer followed the boy's sublime naked form.

Allcock took up position immediately in front of the obediently kneeling Tom, with his back to the boy, and again dropped his trousers and underpants. "Get it right this time," the farmer warned, "or you'll really be for it!"

Allcock's stink overwhelmed Tom's nasal senses as he again prised apart the man's obnoxious bumcheeks. However, the boy took several deep breaths to overcome his initial intense disgust before advancing his tongue towards the ancient adult's putrid hole.

Tom gagged a few times whilst performing his terrible task but Allcock did not seem to notice, as he proceeded to emit a number of low ecstatic moans. Time passed, with the boy reluctantly continuing to perform his awful chore and it had begun to seem that his immensely disagreeable work would carry on endlessly when the farmer suddenly advised "Right, my dick's ready!" and turned around.

Tom now saw a fully erect wrinkled cock, dribbling precum, but, as his mouth had just been somewhere far worse, he did not hesitate to comply when ordered "Suck!" Thankfully, it now did not take long to induce Allcock to orgasm, as the anal administrations had already brought the farmer close to climax, and the boy soon felt his throat filling with gushing sperm, which he somehow managed to swallow.

Allcock eventually withdrew his softening penis and picked his underpants and trousers back up. "Over there and lean against the fence," he then commanded, whilst unfastening his belt." The frightened naked Tom, a little cum drooling down his chin and with a horrible combination of tastes in his mouth and on his tongue, reluctantly obeyed. As the boy advanced to the place where he was to be beaten, he noticed that Flashmember, still standing by the farmhouse doorway, was displaying a broad sadistic grin.

Allcock, now with the leather belt in his hand, shouted to Flashmember "I believe that we agreed ten!" The Headboy confirmed the arrangement, whilst Tom, shaking hands resting on the fence as he bent himself to present his bottom in the required manner for his imminent chastisement, was aghast at hearing the number

"Hold still," instructed Allcock as he took up position behind the quaking Tom, "and take it like a man!" The boy could not help thinking that he was just a 10 year-old and how unfair life was when the first harsh blow struck his buttocks, causing him to jump and yelp in pain.

The second blow soon followed and then the third. Each hit caused similar reactions to the first, as well as tears to flow down Tom's face.

Allcock was apparently not one of those people who believed in letting boys he belted thoroughly relish each strike before landing the next. The farmer's impatience instead encouraged him to inflict the agony as quickly as possible.

Tom's bottom was soon a mishmash of wide red stripes, rapidly turning first purple and then into darker hues. However, the shock caused by the speed of his belting had enabled the screaming boy to maintain, apart from his regular jumps, his position throughout and the excruciating infliction of his torment was speedily completed.

Allcock subsequently rubbed his free hand over Tom's smarting bottom, feeling the heat on the boy's buttocks before giving them a hard slap and suggesting "You'll know what not to do next time you come for eggs!" The farmer then re-entered his farmhouse, saying to Flashmember as he passed "Time for food, want some?" The Headboy replied affirmatively before adding "But I'll just despatch Brown T on his next errand first!"

"Come here Brown T," Flashmember commanded and the sobbing Tom gingerly obeyed. The Headboy, his own hidden penis hard at watching the recent fun, noticed that the tearful boy was interestingly himself erect as he approached.

"On the next fell," Flashmember informed Tom, whilst pointing the location, "there's another farm. You're to collect some cheese from the owner, Mr. Loveboy."

The volume of Tom's tears increased when he heard the news about his next assignment, which would undoubtedly involve further sexual services for the vendor of the cheese. Flashmember therefore gently told the boy to calm and waited until he had done so before happily causing more distress.

"You'll have to go naked, I'm afraid," Flashmember announced, with cruel but happy sadism still evident in his eyes, "as Mr. Allcock's goat, apparently noticing your shorts resting on the fence, seemingly decided that they would make an excellent meal. I'll of course have to tell the Housemaster about your carelessness in losing the garment in order to secure a replacement. He's certain to want you punished for your negligence!"

Tom's tears returned but Flashmember now ignored them, instead sending the naked boy on his errand to the next farm by telling him, after checking his pocket watch, "It's just after 1 o'clock now and I want you back in my rooms by 3 o'clock. There's some cleaning for you to do before you're to report to the Headmaster. Apparently he wants you tonight. Now, off you go and don't drop the cheese on your way back!"

Tom, nude, tearful and still incongruously erect despite his deep shame and a very sore bottom, reluctantly began to run down Atio Fell into the little valley separating Mr. Allcock's farm from that of Mr. Loveboy on the next hill. As the boy reluctantly proceeded, he did not appreciate the appropriateness of the name of the location he was leaving for performing fell-atio.

The trip to Mr. Loveboy's farm took Tom half an hour but the owner was not surprised to see a beautiful naked boy arrive to collect the weekly cheese, as he had had such pleasant visits previously. His price from the newcomer for the dairy product was mutual masturbation, made easier by the fact that the 10 year-old's small cock was already still humiliatingly hard.

Loveboy wanted Tom to climax first. Accordingly, whilst lying naked with him in a haystack, he pumped the boy's erection vigorously until the lovely 10 year-old body convulsed in orgasm.

Loveboy then let go of Tom's vibrating penis to allow the boy to grasp it whilst he concluded his orgasm. The farmer's own rigid member was then ready to be manipulated by young hands.

Tom was later running back to the school through a small copse, with reddened cock and darkly discoloured bottom, when he came across five burly farm lads, all about 15 years old, sitting at the side of the narrow path eating packed luncheons. Seeing the young nude, they immediately stood up and barred the boy's way.

"Please let me pass," begged Tom, thoroughly humiliated at his nakedness, "I'm in a hurry!" "Not so fast," responded one of the lads, "tell us first why you've got no clothes, a red cock and a round cheese."

"Have you been a naughty sinful boy," the lad added, "in return for the cheese from farmer Loveboy? We all know his reputation!"

"No," answered the blushing Tom rather untruthfully, "I've just been on a school errand and lost my shorts accidentally." "I don't believe you," the lad responded, as he walked around the frightened young nude, "because you've obviously been bad as you've been beaten very recently." "His bum's black and blue!" the 15 year-old then advised his companions before commanding "Grab him!"

The cheese fell to the floor, as Tom was now overcome by the five young farm labourers. "Take him to the clearing over there," ordered the apparent leader, "where no-one can see us from the path. I think, if he can be naughty with others, he can be so with us!"

It was an hour before Tom, crying, dishevelled and dirty, emerged from the copse. His cheese had been taken and cum was oozing out of his mouth and anus. However, the boy appreciated that his very bad day was far from over. Not only did he now have to look forward to the Housemaster's chastisement for losing his shorts but also he knew that Flashmember would want to punish him for being late and failing to deliver the desired dairy product.

Tom's misery was compounded when he entered the rear entrance of the main school building. Most pupils were at lessons and the boy hoped to speed to Flashmember's rooms without being seen in the shame of nudity. Unfortunately, his wish did not come true as he literally bumped into the Headmaster.

"Why are you running round the school naked and dirty?" Dr. Strappem not unreasonably enquired. "Because of an accident when on an errand for the Headboy" was the sheepish answer.

"Well," the annoyed Doctor of Divinity pronounced, whilst observing a miraculously maintained 10 year-old erection, "as you seem to like disporting yourself around the school in this manner, you can spend the whole of tomorrow, from the start of the morning run until candles out, without the benefit of clothing. I expect better from those to whom I give my special pedagogic attentions than the boys suffering accidents from which they accrue sexual excitement!"

"Now," Dr. Strappem added, "proceed on your way to clean up and put your uniform on, and walk, don't run! I'll see how much sexual interest you retain when we meet for the night later. Remember, be at my rooms at 7 o'clock precisely!"

As Tom continued along the corridor, he wondered how he could possibly survive for another eight years at this terrible educational establishment.

Chapter 11
Sports

(Dr. Strappem's rooms, Sodomhall School, Northumberland, England, October 1803)

The last experience Tom now wanted to encounter was to be sodomised by Dr. Strappem. However, the boy had resigned himself to his imminent sad fate.

Tom's only consolations for now were the postponements of his beatings due from the Housemaster and the Headboy. he floggings had been earned for respectively losing his shorts and allowing Flashmember's cheese to be stolen.

Both the Housemaster and Headboy had considerately decided that Tom's young buttocks could not stand further chastisement at the present time without inflicting enduring harm. As the normally lustrously sweet curves of the boy's bottom represented a physical feature that was particularly attractive to Dr. Strappem and Flashmember, who were sharing the 10 year-old's sexual services, no such permanent damage could be countenanced.

Tom hoped that at least one good might come from the unwanted night ahead with Dr. Strappem. The boy was going to attempt to dissuade the Headmaster from insisting that the 10 year-old should go around the school completely naked throughout the next day.

Tom planned to promote the idea that his chastised posterior was unsightly. He knew that Dr. Strappem liked tidiness.

"Come in, Brown T!" Dr. Strappem commanded from inside his rooms on hearing Tom's knock and appreciating who would be arriving at this hour. The anxious boy therefore opened the door of the Headmaster's rooms.

Tom discovered that Dr. Strappem was alone and already sitting naked on his bed sporting a large erection. On seeing this disturbing sight, the deeply apprehensive boy hesitated momentarily but, after noticing the cane that the Headmaster always kept close to him, he eventually entered the room and closed the door behind him.

"Right, Brown T," ordered Dr. Strappem, "take your clothes off and lay face down across my lap!" Tom's face, already expressing obvious concern at what would happen during the night ahead, suddenly displayed shock and horror at the prospect of being spanked. However, he knew better than to question the intent or ask for mercy.

Dr. Strappem, of course, knew what Tom would believe would now occur. He sadistically let the boy dwell on the notion whilst he reluctantly undressed.

Dr. Strappem simultaneously played with his own cock, now dribbling precum, whilst the clearly frightened Tom took off his shoes and socks, followed by his shirt and shorts to leave himself attired only in his skimpy briefs. There was then the usual embarrassed hesitation before the humiliated boy finally plucked up the courage to remove his last cover.

There was a little further vacillation before Tom finally summoned more mettle to walk to the bed. As the boy then did so, he was now rather incongruously exhibiting his own little erection.

As Tom approached, he next noticed an opened jar on the table on the far side of Dr. Strappem's bed, which did not appear to store the usual grease to facilitate sodomy. Meanwhile, the Headmaster himself observed that the boy had spied the container and so finally put him out of his immediate misery.

"The cream inside is for your bottom," Dr. Strappem announced with a smirk, "which is no good to anyone in its present state. It's Dr. Ballsoff's own remedy to help nature heal bruising more rapidly. So, rest over my lap and I'll rub it into your buttocks, but please try to avoid squashing my penis as you do so. I don't want it hurt before you attend to its needs!"

Tom reluctantly complied with Dr. Strappem's command with the necessary caution and, as he assumed the required demeaning position, he felt the Headmaster's hard cock press against his young belly. The boy immediately wondered how much time would elapse before the manly penis was thrust into one of his orifices.

Dr. Strappem subsequently began to apply the cream to the normally superlative but currently bruised curves of Tom's bottom with surprising gentleness, given the more usual punitive nature of the items that he delivered to pupils' posteriors. As the Headmaster slowly proceeded, the young subject of his careful manual attention could not prevent himself from eventually uttering some low groans, which were shamefully of delight and not distress as initial soreness was rapidly overcome by increasing pleasure.

As the careful adult manipulations with both adult hands continued, Dr. Strappem, with many years' experience of such matters, knew that he was bringing Tom close to climax. The Headmaster therefore deliberately prolonged his attentions, as he found the scene very erotic.

Tom's ecstatic utterances slowly became more blatant but then quickly changed to a disappointed sigh when Dr. Strappem's hands were eventually suddenly withdrawn. The boy could not help but instinctively and unashamedly raise his bottom upwards in search of the missing providers of manual pleasure.

"Say please, Brown T!" suggested Dr. Strappem and Tom, all inhibition forgotten in the midst of his sexual high, complied. The Headmaster therefore obliged the desperate boy by returning his manual ministrations to the superlatively smooth young buttocks, which remained eagerly uplifted in their desire for resumed attention.

Dr. Strappem now did not require much time to cause Tom's body suddenly to stiffen and then shudder. This phenomenon occurred just after the Headmaster had started to introduce, with his right forefinger and with great care, little dollops of the ointment to the boy's now willing anus, gently overcoming any instinctive resistance on the part of the 10 years-old's still-tight sphincter as he did so.

Dr. Strappem had had Tom's rigid cock resting on one of his legs and so had been able to feel the little shaft throbbing throughout his careful manipulations. The Headmaster also now felt something else, as the boy experienced his first wet orgasm.

Dr. Strappem simultaneously enjoyed his own climax at the feel of Tom's first semen spilling onto his limb and the young body resting in his lap shuddering in uncontrollable delectation. As the Headmaster's engorged penis shot spurt after spurt of his own sperm onto the belly of the boy's prone form, which was helpless amidst its own sexual delirium, the man noticed that the 10 year-old had grasped the bedclothes tightly with his hands whilst simultaneously curling his toes.

Tom's sweet rosy lips also on several occasions ecstatically and shamelessly shouted the word "Yes!"

(Dr. Strappem's study, Sodomhall School, Northumberland, England, a few weeks later, November 1803)

Dr. Strappem had instead contented himself with further gentle manual teasing of Tom's beautiful form and a few sessions of mutual masturbation. The Headmaster had appeared to be fascinated with the boy's newly found ability to produce procreative fluid, although little was emitted during two further orgasms.

A few similar nights followed over the next weeks. However, during this period, Dr. Strappem more usually left Tom unmolested to aid his recovery, which he further helped by encouraging the boy to apply more of Dr. Ballsoff's restorative cream to his sore buttocks every night before bed.

Meanwhile, Dr. Strappem concentrated his manly sexual appetite instead on other members of his select coterie of the choicest pupils. The Headmaster also ordered Flashmember to leave Tom alone for now.

Flashmember complied. The Headboy was compensated for the loss by temporarily focusing his own voracious sexual desires on Christopher and Adam.

There was a mental as well as physical motive behind Dr. Strappem's generosity towards Tom, as the Headmaster was always very careful with the boys to whom he was a pedagogue. He did not want to destroy their spirits, as their natural vitality was as attractive to him as their bodies.

Morose characters had no place within Dr. Strappem's little harem and he always took precautions to prevent his boys developing such attitudes. Giving his select pupils, especially the newer younger ones, regular respites from satisfying his sexual needs was part of the therapy and the Headmaster generally found that they made better partners on their return.

Tom had also succeeded in persuading Dr. Strappem to withdraw his punishment of having the boy parade naked around the school throughout the following day. However, the 10 year-old's success sadly represented only a deferment and not a full reprieve.

Dr. Strappem had accepted Tom's argument about his buttocks currently being too unsightly to be exposed around the school. However, the Headmaster had added: "Your punishment can therefore await the recovery of your bottom!"

Tom's bottom was now impeccable once more, a situation confirmed and reported by Dr. Ballsoff during one of the regular physical checks he conducted on the school's prettier scholars. The boy's degrading chastisement was therefore due and accordingly he had been summoned to the Headmaster's study.

"Turn round, Brown T," commanded Dr. Strappem, as Tom stood before the Headmaster's study desk, "pull your shorts and briefs down and lift your shirt-tail up. I want to see whether Dr. Ballsoff's cream has truly fulfilled its function!" The boy reluctantly obeyed.

"Excellent, I see that the ointment has indeed worked," Dr. Strappem then announced on subsequently viewing Tom's lustrously pristine buttocks, "and I think that you know, Brown T, what that now means. No clothes tomorrow from first light until candles out and the next day report to Flashmember. He has been given the responsibility of inflicting the beating due from the Housemaster in addition to that owing from his own cane. Now redress and return to lessons!"

Tom's eyes became damp as he heard Dr. Strappem's words. The man noticed this reaction after the boy had pulled his briefs and shorts back up, tucked his shirt neatly inside the latter and turned to say politely in acknowledgement "I shall. Thank you, Headmaster."

Nevertheless, the sight of tearstained eyes did not prevent Dr. Strappem from compounding Tom's woes by adding "Also, report to my rooms this evening at 7 o'clock. A certain part of my anatomy has been missing a certain part of yours. It's a situation that I think we'll rectify several times overnight!"

"I shall. Thank you again, Headmaster," the appalled Tom subsequently confirmed in farewell.

(Dr. Strappem's rooms, Sodomhall School, Northumberland, England, evening of the same day)

"Come in, Brown T!" Dr. Strappem commanded from inside his rooms on hearing Tom's knock and appreciating who would be arriving at this hour. The anxious boy therefore opened the door of the Headmaster's rooms.

Tom discovered that Dr. Strappem was alone and already sitting naked on his bed sporting a large erection. On seeing this disturbing sight, the deeply apprehensive boy hesitated momentarily but, after noticing the cane that the Headmaster always kept close to him, he eventually entered the room and closed the door behind him.

"Right, Brown T," ordered Dr. Strappem, "take your clothes off and lie next to me!" Tom's face, already expressing obvious concern at what would happen during the night ahead, suddenly displayed surprise for he saw that resting on the Headmaster's legs, just below the man's rampant cock, was a chess set with the pieces set ready to play.

Dr. Strappem simultaneously played with his own cock, now dribbling precum, whilst the clearly puzzled Tom took off his shoes and socks, followed by his shirt and shorts to leave himself attired only in his skimpy briefs. There was then the usual embarrassed hesitation before the humiliated boy finally plucked up the courage to remove his last cover.

There was a little further vacillation before Tom finally summoned more mettle to walk to the bed. As the boy then did so, he was now rather incongruously exhibiting his own little erection.

Meanwhile, the Headmaster himself observed that the boy had noticed the chess set and so finally put him out of his immediate puzzlement.

"You know that I like sports, Brown T," Dr. Strappem said with a smirk, as Tom compliantly but reluctantly lay as ordered next to him on the bed, "so I'm offering you a sporting challenge. We'll play one game of chess. If you win, I won't require you to go nude around the school tomorrow or visit Flashmember for a beating the next day. If you lose, you go naked for two days and receive your flogging publicly in the quadrangle."

Tom was appalled, recalling what had happened when he last played chess with Dr. Strappem, who was obviously currently in a particularly sexually sadistic mood. The boy had somehow conjured-up a brilliancy to achieve one draw but had easily lost all the other games and the consequences had been very painful.

Tom was a chess novice who would be confronting a master at the sport in the imminent game. The boy could surely only lose. However, before he could beg to be excused the challenge, Dr. Strappem added: "There's no need, Brown T, to thank me for my generosity, which will extend to letting you have the white pieces. Now, decide your first move. I'm sure that you'll be much better than the last time we met over a chess board."

Tom now responded to the invitation with one word, "But". However, that was all the naked boy was able to utter before Dr. Strappem defused his attempt at argument by advising firmly "I know that you're overwhelmed at my kindness, Brown T, but I won't accept too much delay. Make your first move!"

Tom now felt obliged to obey. The boy also received another shock when Dr. Strappem continued "Last time I limited the time allowed for our moves to two minutes each. However, on this occasion, Brown T, I'll help you further by letting you take as long as you want whilst I stick to the limitation, subject to one condition."

"You see, as we play, Brown T," the smiling Dr. Strappem advised to Tom's horror, "I propose to fondle your cock. If you chose to ejaculate in response, I'll assume that you're happy to forfeit the game in favour of changing our sport to one of a sexual nature and subsequently accepting the agreed public punishments!"

"Now make your first move, Brown T," Dr. Strappem commanded the shocked Tom. As the horrified boy somehow extended his tremulous right hand to obey, the aghast 10 year-old simultaneously felt the Headmaster's own fingers begin to rub his young erection.

Tom's subsequent chess technique was, if anything, worse than previously, with his nervousness at the consequences of defeat, mixed with the delicious sensations beginning to flow through his groin and extend into the rest of his lovely young body, being major contributory factors. The boy again quickly fell behind in terms of pieces and so, realising that time was of the essence because he felt that his sexual climax was rapidly approaching, he decided to launch one last desperate all-out, make-or- break, assault on the black King.

Unfortunately, Dr. Strappem appeared to be repulsing Tom's strategy with ease whilst making his own victory preparations. The boy's pieces were now arrayed as follows:- King on g1, pawns on f2 and g2, Rooks on b2 and e5, Knight on d5 and Queen on h4. Meanwhile, the Headmaster's more substantial forces were deployed as follows:- Knight on a2, Bishop on c4, Queen on a6, pawns on a7, b7, f7, g7 and h7, Rooks on a8 and f8 and King on g8.

Dr. Strappem's rubbing of Tom's now engorged cock was continuing remorselessly and the boy knew that he would be unable to prevent himself from succumbing to orgasm for much longer. The 10 year-old, now breathing deeply as delicious feelings seared through his body, temporarily closed his sensuous blue eyes, which were beginning to glaze, to try to compose himself before glancing again at the chess board. Then, suddenly from apparently nowhere, an idea flashed into his bright mind.

Tom's throbbing cock began to quiver, as its need to explode gathered urgent impetus, and so the boy, hand still shaking, moved his Rook on b2 quickly to b6. Dr. Strappem immediately smiled in the certain knowledge that the 10 year-old's imminent orgasm had made him again blunder horribly.

Dr. Strappem responded by taking the Rook with his pawn on a7, knowing that he could not use his Queen because the b6 square was covered by the white Knight on d5. However, the Headmaster's smile was soon wiped off his face when his young opponent now rapidly moved the latter Knight to f6 and declared "Check, sir!"

Dr. Strappem's manual manipulation of Tom's rigid cock now ceased whilst the Headmaster carefully studied the position on the chessboard. He suddenly realised that the boy had cleverly lured him into a trap, sacrificing a Rook and a Knight in doing so.

Dr. Strappem's next move, taking the Knight on f6 with his pawn on g7, was forced, as otherwise white's Queen would checkmate on h7. He also recognised that this would only delay defeat for, after his young opponent's undoubted subsequent Qxf6, white's next move, Rg5, would entrap the black King fatally, a situation that could not be prevented whatever he did.

Dr. Strappem disliked being defeated, both in chess and in his sadistic plans for a boy. He therefore momentarily considered trying to cause Tom to climax before checkmate could be achieved by masturbating him with rigour whilst utilising the maximum time allowance he had to make his final moves. However, such an unsporting manoeuvre was not the Headmaster's style and so he decided instead to accept defeat gracefully, recognising that many more opportunities would arise to humiliate and hurt the child publicly in future.

Dr. Strappem therefore made his next moves speedily, allowing the happy Tom finally to announce, with satisfied aplomb, "Checkmate, sir!"

Dr. Strappem appreciated a decent chess opponent and thought that at last he had one in the school. The Headmaster also knew that there would be plenty of opportunities in the years ahead to reward Tom for his ingenuity, starting with the acts of sodomy that he would now inflict vigorously upon the boy, whose happiness in victory would thereby be short-lived.

(Sodomhall School, Northumberland, England, next morning)

(Sodomhall School, Northumberland, England, another week later, November 1803)

The Gamesmaster, Mr. Hardcock, was Jonathan's pedagogue and the boy had told his alarmed friends about what went on during the special gymnastic sessions. Tom and Christopher were therefore prepared for the humiliation of performing various athletic routines with a number of other very pretty and completely naked boys whilst being ogled by most of the prefects and many staff, including Doctors Strappem and Ballsoff.

Tom and Christopher, along with Jonathan, were also deeply relieved at not finishing in final place in the concluding ten-lap sprint around the gymnasium, as the reward for being last was a similar run around the playing field outside. In fact, Adam, who was a year older, won this dubious honour, having been hampered by an ankle bruised in a nude wrestling bout with an older boy.

The naked Adam was therefore forced to emerge into the horrible dark November night outside. Drizzly rain was falling, which enveloped the whole school complex like a mist, and there was a light but chill breeze blowing in from the north.

Adam's lovely pink skin had changed to a shimmering damp blue hue by the time that the boy eventually emerged from the external gloom, dank and cold. The prefects in particular found the nude boy's appearance highly amusing but none of the 11 year-old's fellow gymnasts adopted their attitude, realising that they too might someday come last in the concluding sprint.

Cold baths followed the gymnastic sessions for most of the young participants. However, Tom, Christopher and Adam were excused on this occasion, as they were invited instead to Flashmember's rooms.

Flashmember had, as usual, become very excited from watching the sport in the gymnasium and felt that he had acquired sufficient sexual motivation to enjoy the favours of all three of his fags, the two 10 year-olds not being needed by their pedagogues that night. However, he did not want cold bodies to play with and therefore allowed the boys to share a warm bath in his quarters before they shared his bed.

(Sodomhall School, Northumberland, England, next day)

No one bothered much about the result, although Tom was happy to note that he had scored twice despite the conditions. The players also cared even less for the customary cold ablutions all were required to endure afterwards.

(Sodomhall School, Northumberland, England, 6 days later, November 1803)

"There's the annual special beagle hunt this Sunday," announced the Gamesmaster with a smirk, "for staff and friends of the school. It looks as if you've just nominated yourself to be the bait, Brown T. Report to me here after Sabbath assembly for your equipment and instructions!"

(Sodomhall School, Northumberland, England, the following Sunday)

The appalled Tom had already been told about the area in which he could try to run and hide, which basically consisted of local farmland, including that of Messrs. Allcock and Loveboy, woods and forest north of the school, bounded by certain roads. He would have half an hour's start before the pack of beagles was released and over thirty men followed them in pursuit. However, the price of entrapment within three hours by the well- trained hounds was not anticipated as being torn to pieces.

Boys so caught in the special annual hunt were instead expected to entertain sexually those of their captors who fancied the experience. What most appalled Tom was being told that the right to such a reward was sometimes extended to the best beagles.

The only consolation for the naked Tom, as he set off from the school to much ribald cheering from many fellow pupils gathered behind windows to watch the sight, with only his friends not appreciating the spectacle, was that the winter weather proved rather generous. The Sunday was fortunately bright and sunny and not particularly cold.

The observing men were quieter than the ribald pupils, as they happily observed Tom run off whilst most of them drank spirits from hip flasks. However, quite a few did lick their lips at the sight of the beautiful piece of boy flesh scurrying into the distant fields as fast as his young legs could take him, incongruous reddish brown tail hiding the middle of his bottom. Their appreciation of the scene had been enhanced by the fact that the nude 10 year-old had found it impossible to shield his humiliating erection from being noticed as he started out.

Tom was out of sight when, half an hour later, the howling beagles were let loose to follow his scent. The boy bait had now run through the nearby wood and skirted Atio Fell, heading for the distant forest far beyond, which promised safety.

Tom had not stopped running since he had left the school, the activity keeping him warm despite his nakedness on a winter's day, but his pace had dropped as weariness began to creep into his nude form. However, the boy had noticed that his cock had remained resolutely rigid and he had to admit to himself that, despite his fear at what would happen if caught, he felt peculiar exhilaration, including strange sexual excitement, at being chased.

Tom had eventually been running for about an hour and a half and was approximately a quarter of a mile from the forest, traversing sheep pastures, when he heard the barks of the beagles for the first time. The sound both terrified and stimulated the boy, with the latter somehow the predominant emotion.

Tom could not now resist ceasing his running in order to stop and turn to face the direction of the chasing beagles. The boy could not see the hounds yet, as they were still distant. Nevertheless, he appreciated that every second that he delayed could prove damaging to his aim of reaching the potential safety of the forest.

Despite, or perhaps because of this realisation, Tom remained motionless, apart from moving his right hand down towards his hard penis, which was now pointing upwards. The thrill from the danger of entrapment that imminently faced the boy had aroused him so much that he lusted to satisfy his masochistic sexual desire without delay.

The otherwise still Tom next began to masturbate himself, as the beagle hounds, firmly fixed on his scent, rapidly maintained their inexorable advance towards him.

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