Pueros

The Other Tom Brown's Schooldays

(Eunuch version)

Chapters 8-14

Chapter 8
Studies

(Northumberland, England, September 1803)

Their bums uncomfortably perched just before 8 o'clock, the duo and their fellows had to endure the smiling Form-master pontificating about several boring subjects until 3 o'clock in the afternoon, interrupted only by the midday break with its unappetising food and delicious game of filching. It was then time for Tom and Christopher to experience the delights of another game on the playing fields for which all the boys in the form had to return to their two dormitories to change.

Dressed in just tight white short shorts and a thin ribbon worn like a sash diagonally across their bare chests and backs, the boys reluctantly but quickly re-emerged into the outside world. The ribbons were yellow for those in Phaeton House and purple for those in Narcissus. It was a cool dark drizzly autumn afternoon. The two groups of shivering 10 years olds were to play each other at the Soddamhall 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 lads and had 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 pathway 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. It was effectively an anarchic and potentially brutal forerunner of Rugby, being played twenty years before a certain William Webb Ellis picked up a ball and ran with it at the eponymous school.

Tom and Christopher quickly appreciated the rudimentaries of the game and joined in with gusto as it seemed the only way to keep warm. It was soon difficult to recognise the two teams as mud splattered their mainly bare bodies and discoloured their distinguishing ribbons. Both newcomers to the event spent periods on the ground writhing in agony when they were clobbered both with and without the ball. Both suffered knees in their own much smaller balls but both also began to reply in kind. When the Gamesmaster brought proceedings to a halt with a loud shout after half an hour, all 38 young participants were covered in mud, exhausted and sore. However, most were also thoroughly exhilarated. This was quickly tempered by a return to their bathrooms for thorough 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, scored at least as many as their opponents, who naturally denied the fact. The Gamesmaster, cock fully erect after watching the spectacle, declined to mediate as he had been too busy watching certain lovely young forms frolicking in the mud. The frequency of scoring was in stark contrast to the annual occasion when the whole school took part and no-one had yet been known to achieve a 'path'.

The form reassembled in the 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 natural sciences lesson concerning the young human male body. He had brought a skeleton as a visual aid. The pupils were at first scared of the display but soon 10 years old sense of fun overcame their apprehensions and much smiling at each other took place as the oblivious Dr. Ballsoff continued his discourse. He intriguingly finished off by announcing that he would have live specimens to talk about next time. Studies then came to an end for the day.

It was a week later, on the day after the conspiratorial uncle and solicitor had met to discuss further the timing of the nephew's castration, that Dr. Ballsoff gave form 1b their next natural sciences lesson. His live specimens comprised pretty boys aged 12, 14 and 16, borrowed from their own classes and members of his own youthful menagerie. "I need another volunteer from this form," announced the Physician. The 38 10 years olds lowered their heads, trying to look inconspicuous. However, Tom and Christopher were as usual sat at the front.

"You'll do, West," declared Dr. Ballsoff spying the newcomer, "please step forward!" Christopher reluctantly obliged and was stood next to the 12 years old. "I'm going to discuss young human male forms and sexual processes and urges," advised the Physician without demur but to gasps of startled astonishment from his audience, "using these four boys to illustrate certain characteristics and behaviours." He turned to the foursome, all deeply dismayed despite the fact that the three eldest had experienced such shame previously, and commanded "Strip naked, placing your clothing neatly on the Form-master's desk before standing before the class with hands on head!" The Doctor of Medicine had to pick up Younglove's cane to encourage the four appalled boys to obey.

Dr. Ballsoff kept the cane in his hand to use it as a pointer when now discussing the physical differences between the specimens, concentrating especially on their different sized genitalia and the formation of a crown of pubic hair, missing on the others, above those of the 16 years old. The Physician deliberately caused all four deeply humiliated boys to become hard by playing with their cocks with the tip of the cane whilst at the same time comparing reactions and sizes and elaborating reasons for the responses and differences. He extrapolated the later changes to and uses of the organs as males progressed into adulthood, describing the method of procreation. It was the first time that most of the intrigued 10 years 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 mothers and fathers had indulged. There was also embarrassment at their previous naivety relating to the subject.

Dr. Ballsoff continued "If you think that the reproductive mechanism between male and female is rather distasteful, I wouldn't disagree with you but it is a necessary repugnance that must be undertaken for propagation of the race. In my opinion, it is far better for young male humans to be helped to satisfy their natural urges by other mature males. Let me illustrate how this can be achieved using these four specimens." The Physician then directed Christopher, who with Tom had performed the act in front of another form two days earlier, to masturbate the deeply shamed 12 years old whilst the 16 years old, holding a bowl in his left hand, did the same to the red-faced 14 years old. The latter came quickly and his masturbator collected the spurting semen in the dish. It took longer for the pleasurable feelings in the 12 years old's groin to overcome his intense abashment but eventually his blushing body convulsed, causing him to bend in the middle and clasp the hand providing him with his dry orgasm.

"Good," Dr. Ballsoff proclaimed, "an excellent demonstration of the affects of masturbation. Note the climactic reactions and the fact that the 12 years old did not produce liquid but the older boy did." The Physician ordered the bowl, containing the 14 years old's sperm, to be passed around the class whilst he reiterated the substance's function and discussed when boys could expect to produce their own. Most of the pupils 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 creamy fluid. The main exception was Jones D who had already experienced more than enough. As a finale for this particular part of the lesson, the Doctor instructed the 14 years old naked specimen to lick the returned dish dry to illustrate the safety of orally consuming the product of his own penis. Some observers also licked the end of their forefingers to confirm the fact to their own satisfaction.

"Now for fellatio and sodomy," announced Dr. Ballsoff who commanded the 12 years old to suck Christopher's cock whilst the 14 years old was ordered to bend over the Form-master's desk so that the 16 years old could bugger him. The Physician provided a running commentary as the actions proceeded. All of the spectators, including Tom, experienced their own full erections as they watched, despite sorrow from some at the profound embarrassment obviously suffered by their fellow pupils' during their demeaning display. Tom was especially concerned with Christopher's plight. However, this was partly overcome when he observed his friend blush, close his eyes and lay a tight grip on the 12 years old's head. He knew from their mutual experimentation in the wood what it meant.

The 16 years old was taking longer to achieve climax, not because he disliked ploughing the delicious 14 years old bottom but because he disliked doing so publicly. Dr. Strapam became impatient and decided to encourage his catamite by rubbing the cane up and down the boy's superb buttocks and along the bumcrack, threatening to beat the sumptuous curvature if the lad delayed much longer. However, the touch of the tip of the cane as it passed the 16 years old, far from virgin, sphincter to penetrate the rectum caused the recipient of these attentions to shudder vigorously and pour copious amounts of his own reproductive solution into the 14 years old anal orifice. Pupils were then invited to come to the front of the class to inspect closely the results of the two demonstrations. All thought that the now soft but red cocks of Christopher and his 12 years old partner were nice and interesting. However, the majority decided that the sight of the 14 years old bum, oozing sperm, and the 16 years old penis, still hard, a little dirty and spilling some cum, more stimulating, both academically and bodily. After this final humiliation, the Doctor told the degraded boy specimens that they could redress and return whence they came, reminding the 12 years old that they had an appointment that evening.

Dr. Ballsoff now finished the natural sciences lesson by cautioning the amazed and excited class of 10 years olds against experimenting with any of the practices that they had just seen demonstrated without adult supervision. He warned in particular about the dire punishments inflicted for disobedience, including those meted out for the egotistic evil of self-abuse. Instead, changing the topic to history, in particular that of ancient Greece, he gave a long monologue about the considerable advantages for all, not least the whole of society, of benevolent caring man/boy pedagogic relationships. The Physician explained that opportunities to enjoy such kinship would befall many of them whilst at the school and that they should enter them not only willingly without fear but also enthusiastically and with elation. He knew full well that all the pretty new pupils would soon succumb to such arrangements, leaving the others to satisfy their gradually intensifying needs furtively and, especially for their backsides, dangerously. He reflected that it was this very panorama that made Soddamhall such a great school, at least for the sadistic pederasts that comprised all the staff.

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 a special natural sciences lesson the following week for the whole school in the hall. The subject was to be the castration of young human males and there was to be another practical demonstration. His 10 years old charges gossiped, with a strange mix of apprehension and excitement, about what they had just learnt as they made their way for their evening stew.

Dr. Strapam had decided to seduce Tom into his own circle of catamites on the boy's second Sunday at the school. The Doctor of Divinity believing that it was an appropriate day for such a divine moment. A smirking Flashmale had told Tom to report to the Headmaster's study after breakfast, eliciting no reason. The concerned boy knocked on the study door at 8 o'clock precisely.

"Enter" commanded the eagerly anticipative Doctor. "Ah, Brown T," the Headmaster said as the door was opened and he saw the beautiful form of the new boy, "come in and take a chair!" Tom sat on the seat in front of Dr. Strapam's desk, on top of which was placed a large chess set. The boy's head could just see over the tall pieces. "I observe," announced the Headmaster, "from the written information that your guardian sent me about you 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, he could not refuse the Doctor and replied politely "Of course Headmaster, although I doubt if I'll be up to your standards." Dr. Strapam did not expect the boy to be or it might ruin his seductive stratagem.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll be a fine opponent," the Headmaster lied before continuing "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 for he had no money and confessed the fact to Dr. Strapam, who already knew. "Oh dear," declared the devious Doctor, "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 and you 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 and so the Headmaster answered for him by advising "Of course it is and, as we can't spend all day on our pleasures, there'll be a time limit of two minutes for each move!" Dr. Strapam 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 palms, the Doctor invited the quaking boy to pick a hand to select his opening colour. It was white, a rather inappropriate choice given that it was to be a black day for the 10 years old.

A horrified Tom lost the first game, and his shoes, to checkmate in fifteen moves within thirty minutes and the second, with his socks, even more quickly. The boy put up more resistance for his shirt and shorts but they too had been lost with games three and four by the time that the school clock chimed half past ten, leaving the lad in just his sparse underpants. Dr. Strapam regularly stood up from his chair to walk around the study, ostensibly contemplating his next moves but really to obtain a better view of his victim as his bodily cover lessened. The Headmaster, who had only seen the newcomer naked distantly from his window when the lad was suffering the initiation ritual in the quadrangle, was looking forward to a much closer view of the superlative nude form and his hidden erection grew with each discarded garment.

Tom was losing the next game badly, being six pieces down, and it seemed that he would imminently suffer his fifth checkmate. He 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 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 suddenly seemed to emerge from bewilderment and a plan of action presented itself. He sacrificed his last remaining Rook with Rxh7+. The totally surprised Headmaster's next move was forced and his Kxh7 was met with the boy's Qh4+. Dr. Strapam had no option but Kg6 to which the lad's response was Qg3+.

The Headmaster looked into Tom's gorgeous eyes with respect as he saw that the boy had entrapped him in a perpetual check. He would have to return his King to h7 after which the lad would just restate Qh4+ before the previous cycle was repeated. Dr. Strapam, a good 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. Strapam, smiling lecherously as the hardness of his 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. He was ashamed to perceive that his little cock was rock hard. Dr. Strapam 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 think that it would be educational for you if we also induced more fight and determination in your play. I 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 extend into the afternoon. I'll have luncheon brought into us!" The Headmaster, now as white, made the first move of the next game before standing again to prowl round his study. He almost came at the sight of the beautiful nude 10 years old sitting on the other side of the desk. The Headmaster did not mind the boy's attempts to hide his lovely prize assets as he was sure that he would gain a full very intimate view later in the day, a delectable pleasure that the Doctor was happy to await patiently.

The smirking older boys who brought lunch were not too surprised that Dr. Strapam was playing chess with a naked 10 years old for they were aware that it was one of the Headmaster's annual tactics to seduce newcomers. By the 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 opponent but had built up a forfeit amounting to ten strokes of the cane. His skills had been adversely affected by nakedness and trepidation and no further brilliancy had emerged from his distressed mind to allow him even the consolation of another draw.

After checkmating Tom for the tenth time, Dr. Strapam feigned disappointment that his opponent had not been able to conjure up better resistance, suggesting ominously that perhaps the lad would be better next time. "Now, Brown T," the Headmaster continued whilst removing the chess set to a nearby table, "I believe that your bare bottom is owed ten strokes. 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, slowly complied. As he did so, Dr. Strapam was pleased to glance the boy's lovely little cock, still embarrassingly rigid. The Headmaster collected one of his collection of canes hanging, along with other implements of chastisement, on his study wall. The Doctor, his own hidden penis engorged with excitement, returned to take up position behind the immaculate white orbs of the lad's upturned bum.

The tremulous shivering Tom, tears already forming in his eyes, felt the cane being rubbed gently up and down his backside, now devoid of the marks from his previous beatings. He also felt his cock quiver. The cane was removed and the boy now expected the worst. However, instead of the swish of the wicked implement and the sound of wood striking young flesh, the lad heard Dr. Strapam'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. Strapam asked rhetorically as Tom felt the cane's soft teasing ministrations on his nude backside again. The Headmaster continued "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. Strapam did not add that there were certain other young 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 for I shall not want to spoil your bottom. Instead, it shall be preserved 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. Strapam's hand, sensitively feeling 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, uttered a loud groan and, his whole body flushing, shuddered as a result of his second dry orgasm. "I see that you like my touch, Brown T," observed the delighted smiling appreciative Headmaster whilst continuing to fondle the scrumptious orbs. "You could be on the receiving end of such pleasantries throughout your long stay at the school, avoiding nasty regular unpleasantries such as the cane in my hand, if you consent to my special supervision of your welfare!"

The thoroughly humiliated Tom was now, as he was meant to be after the school Physician's discourse, fully aware of the implications of acceding and was intending to refuse, bravely being prepared to face the immediate painful, as well as the undoubtedly serious future, repercussions. However, the boy changed his mind after Dr. Strapam advised, whilst still feeling the lad'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."

A re-clothed but tremulous Tom emerged from the ecstatic Headmaster's study shortly afterwards. He had completely lost his appetite and so did not go to the schoolhall for his evening meal. The boy, horrified at what he had conceded and carefully avoiding his friends, instead bathed alone in his dormitory's bathroom, preparing himself as instructed for his all-night appointment, starting at 7 o'clock, in Dr. Strapam's quarters.

Dr. Ballsoff entered the Headmaster's study shortly after Tom had left and had been delighted to learn that Dr. Strapam's clever manipulations had resulted in yet another success. The Physician was now free to make his own move for Christopher, his preferred choice from the fresh stock as he had a particular liking for fair-haired boys. Flashmale, smirking again, conveyed the message to the concerned youngster that he 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, Jonathan gaining the interest of the Gamesmaster who had invited the 10 years old dormleader to a special evening session in the gymnasium.

Chapter 9
Balls

(Northumberland, England, September 1803)

Tom was to discover that the boys were different ages. Dr. Strapam liked to add only one lad from each new intake to his collection of catamites, releasing them from his sexual service only once they reached the age of 17, in year 8. The youngster who had opened the door was 11, the two on the bed were 13 and 15 and the adjacent pair were 14 and 16. The new arrival was soon to discover where the 12 years old was positioned.

Dr. Strapam's head appeared round the side of the chair. "Ah, Brown T," the euphoric smiling headmaster declared, lechery obvious in his eyes, "welcome and do come in!" Tom hesitated, wanting to run away instead, but thought of Christopher having to survey such a scene instead on the following Sunday if he did. The deeply apprehensive boy therefore entered the Doctor of Divinity's rooms, not knowing that his friend would be doing the same at the Doctor of Medicine's accommodation one hour later.

As the tremulous Tom advanced towards the chair to come alongside, he realised that Dr. Strapam was himself naked. The nude erect 12 years old was kneeling in front of the man, the boy's mouth busy with entertaining the Headmaster's hairy genitals. The 11 years old closed the door behind the newcomer and went to stand on the other side of the chair so that the Doctor could continue to fondle him.

"I've assembled the other pupils who enjoy my patronage," advised Dr. Strapam, "so that they can introduce themselves to you. You'll become very intimately familiar with them over the terms, if not years, ahead! Now, boys, stop enjoying yourselves and tell Brown T here, the latest beneficiary of my personal tutelage, who you are and what year you're in." The lads did so.

"Good," announced Dr. Strapam, "now that you know the others, you'll want to get as comfortable as them, I'm sure. Undress and place your uniform neatly on the floor in the corner over there, alongside the other six neat piles, and come back here. I think that it's time you and I became better acquainted!"

Christopher knocked on the door of Dr. Ballsoff's rooms an hour later. The Doctor was alone apart from a naked 14 years old boy strapped spreadeagled to the Doctor's examination couch and so he opened the door himself in response to the knock. The splayed nude was the same who had been lying in a similar situation whilst Tom and Christopher were physically checked by the Physician.

Dr. Ballsoff grinned and said "Enter, West. Shut the door behind you!" The concerned 10 years old complied whilst the Doctor went to continue his inspection of the 14 years old's excited genitals. "Just bear with me," requested the Physician, peering over the bound boy's groin and feeling the shape of his young ball sac, "as I finish my check. The miscreant's still producing unwanted emissions and his guardian has agreed that I can do something about the complaint. I'm just planning precisely what to do."

Christopher waited patiently until just after the school clock struck quarter past the hour. The flushed 14 years old was then released, told to clean and redress himself before returning to his dormitory. The cleaning was required because the symptom of his disorder had occurred again during the Doctor's examination, semen spurting out all over his young loins, belly and chest. Luckily for the lad's bottom, the Physician had anticipated the gush and had stood back to allow it to take its course, so avoiding being splashed himself.

When Dr. Ballsoff was finally alone with Christopher, he told the boy to undress. The shamed lad reluctantly did so, unsure why the order had been conveyed because he had already recently been subjected to a medical check-up from the man. However, he knew better than to query the instruction.

"Place your hands on your head," commanded Dr. Ballsoff 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, obeyed. His humiliation was compounded when he saw that his little cock was hard.

Dr. Ballsoff walked round Christopher, taking in the boy's beautiful form not with professional but with erotic interest, his own already aroused hidden penis expanding further as he did so. "I liked the way that you conducted yourself when you helped me with my natural sciences lesson," announced the Physician as he proceeded round the young nude, "and so I've asked the Headmaster if I can use you as a regular model in the frequent class demonstrations that I conduct around the school. Dr. Strapam has kindly agreed to my request."

Christopher was appalled, the redness of his face and body intensifying as he realised the implications. "However," Dr. Ballsoff informed, "I also 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. You heard my discourse on pedagogic relationships. If you don't want to be, over the next 8 years, a regular living specimen at the three classes 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!"

At the same time, Jonathan was enduring his private gymnasium session with the Gamesmaster. This boy was also now naked, the teacher suggesting that the lesson be conducted in traditional ancient Greek undress. The 10 years old was at the point of exhaustion, having performed several circuits of the gym, running between the various apparatus before using the equipment in the required manner.

"You may rest for a few minutes," Mr. Hardcock advised the relieved Jonathan before disappointing the boy by adding "then I'll supervise you running around the playing field. It's a bit dark, cold and rainy but you won't mind that, will you Morton? I'm sure that you'll also enjoy daily private lessons with me throughout your 9 years' stay at the school!" Tears began to form in the lad's eyes. The Gamesmaster therefore realised that it was time to make another proposal. He began by suggesting that there were alternative forms of exercise and asking whether the 10 years old had listened to the school Physician's talk about pedagogic relationships.

Dr. Strapam ordered his 11 and 12 years old catamites to go prepare him a cup of tea whilst he spoke to Tom. "Let me see you properly," the Headmaster instructed, knocking the now adjacent naked 10 years old's hands away from the protection of his genitalia. The Doctor smirked when he saw that the hands were trying to hide a little hard-on. He made the young cock, and his own, even more rigid by spending several minutes feeling the sexual organs, being delighted by their immaculate shape, an uncut stiff penis displayed above two curvaceous nicely dangling scrotal orbs. The boy's balls then received much attention before adult hands strayed to the lustrous curvature of the lad's bottom.

Meanwhile, Christopher's body was receiving similar ministrations from a now equally naked Dr. Ballsoff, lying next to him on the bed. The Physician was particularly keen on licking his young companion's body, spending much time doing so to his balls as well as other select parts of his anatomy. However, it was Jonathan who first lost his virginity, Hardcock not being one to indulge in too much foreplay. The Gamesmaster's fondling of his latest youngest catamite had quickly brought the man's passions to boiling point. The boy was therefore told to bend himself over one of the smaller gymnasium horses, firmly grasping the far underside. Despite being assigned the most diminutive horse, the lad's feet were off the ground.

Hardcock undressed revealing a very hard cock, drooling precum. He greased the virgin's anus with substance provided by Dr. Ballsoff to all staff for just this purpose. The intrusion of the finger into the tight innocent rectum caused the boy to moan in pain. This became a loud scream when the digit was soon ruthlessly followed by the Gamesmater's large engorged penis. The man just mercilessly shoved his engorged member straight inside Jonathan, who had never known such agony, even during his recent caning.

Hardcock gripped Jonathan's hips harshly and pulled them backwards and forwards in tandem with his own thrusts, continuously fully filling and then emptying the yelling boy's anus as he deflowered the tear-stained lad. Shortly after the gymnasium became quiet again, curdling shrieks started to emanate from Dr. Ballsoff's quarters. Christopher's virginity was lost in a sitting position, his arms holding his own legs so that his pure pink sphincter was nicely exposed for attack by the Physician's invasion force.

Both 10 years olds had to suffer the subsequent more silent pleasures of cleaning the tools, which their abusers had used to inflict so much pain, with their young tongues, licking blood, semen and worse from the penial surfaces. Both actions culminated in their first acts of fellatio, with the resultant semen forcibly swallowed as their pedagogues held their heads firmly in place until orgasm was complete and its product safely despatched to 10 years old stomachs.

Tom's deflowerment was to take longer to happen, despite his earlier start, because Dr. Strapam enjoyed long foreplay. After the Headmaster had finished his fondling of the boy's beautiful body, whilst enjoying his cup of tea, held for him by the 11 years old, he invited the 10 years old to sit on his knee whilst they watched the 13 and 15 years olds on the bed complete their lovemaking demonstration, followed by the 14 and 16 years olds. The show was finished when the 11 and 12 years olds indulged. All three pairs were required to suck each other to excitement and to provide lubrication before following through their passions by buggering their companions to wet or dry orgasms.

Tom felt Dr. Strapam's hard cock press against his virgin bumcrack throughout the lengthy proceedings. His own much smaller penis also maintained its rigidity during the show, helped by frequent handling by the Headmaster. However, the boy also had to admit that, after overcoming his initial shame, he had begun to enjoy the spectacle and the fondling, his admission underlined when, as the 14 years old came inside the 16 years old, the Doctor's gentle stroking of the 10 years old penis caused it to vibrate in its own dry orgasm.

Dr. Strapam saw the signs of Tom's climax, the blushing face and shuddering body, associated with low moaning, and he smiled, looking forward to enjoying his own inside the virgin opening against which his own rampant cock was pressing even more. The sextet of young lovers, all originally deflowered by the Headmaster in their first year at the school, were finally sent on their way back to their dormitories, leaving the 10 years old alone with the Doctor of Divinity, now eagerly anticipating another divine moment for which he was happy to remain in his chair.

Dr. Strapham raised Tom slightly so that his manly penis pointed directly upwards at the boy's sphincter. The deflowering implement received some grease before the now terrified lad felt the large cockhead against his anal opening and knew what was about to occur. He also realised that he could do nothing but succumb. The Headmaster whispered in the youngster's ear "Lower yourself onto me!" The 10 years old body broke out in goosepimples before it slowly began to comply. However, the pain was too much for Tom to endure as Dr. Strapam's cockhead started to try to make its way past the anal opening, and the Headmaster had to help the boy by grabbing his young shoulders to push him downwards. Yet more screams were heard within the school as the last of the three 10 years old friends lost his innocence.

Tom was finally sitting again in Dr. Strapam's lap but this time the cheeks of his face were covered in tears and a large throbbing invader had passed between the cheeks of his bottom, filling his insides. The Headmaster eventually helped the sobbing boy to raise his body before impaling himself again. A steady rhythm of such movement was gradually achieved despite the intense agony experienced by the 10 years old. The excruciating pain was to continue remorselessly until the Doctor impregnated a copious quantity of sperm into the no-longer virgin orifice. The duo then retired to the bed for the night, where the younger had cleaning duties to perform before joining his friends in swallowing semen. The Doctor of Divinity would also later insist on another divine anal moment but with the provider of his pleasure now allowed to lie face down on the mattress to enjoy more humiliating distress.

Tom returned to his dormitory in time for the morning run. Christopher and Jonathan had slept in the dorm after being released by their new pedagogues at around midnight. None of the three traumatised friends spoke immediately of their awful experiences, each recognising that all had suffered similar occurrences from their facial expressions, awkward movements and stained chins and inside legs. They were all too late to eat breakfast as they found that they had to walk slowly round the route of the morning run, not that they had much appetite for food, especially as they knew that they were to pleasure their new patrons again that night.

Two days later, Dr. Ballsoff gave a special natural sciences lesson in the schoolhall for all pupils. The 14 years old, whose genitals he had been examining before he ravished Christopher, was already tied, naked, spreadeagled and gagged, between two posts specially erected on the stage when the school gathered at their accustomed positions, a certain threesome still doing so very gingerly. The Physician announced the complaint from which the bound lad suffered. However, the resultant giggling from amongst the young audience immediately quietened when the Doctor added that the miscreant's guardian had agreed to the recommended cure - castration.

The 14 years old began to struggle to escape from his bondage as he had been kept completely ignorant of what Dr. Ballsoff and his guardian, who had no real interest in the pretty boy let alone love for him, had in mind as a cure for his little accidents. However, the lad had been well secured and could not escape his fate.

Dr. Ballsoff suggested that the operation would be a useful time for the school to learn more about castration, its history, uses and methods of application both in humans and animals, before seeing a practical demonstration of the testicular emasculation of a young human. The Physician droned on with his monologue for another hour but few of the shocked pupils took too much notice of the words. Most instead just stared at the imminent victim, continuously crying and straining at his bonds, but unable to be heard because of his gag. However, the boy had developed a full erection despite, or perhaps because of, his torment at knowing what was about to be done to him.

Dr. Ballsoff eventually finished his lecture and produced a small bowl, with knife and glass jar placed inside, from under the lectern. He took up position behind the patient, from where he was to perform the operation so that the appalled but transfixed pupils could obtain a decent view. The lad's penis was throbbing vertically when he felt liquid from the bottle clean his genitals. The 14 years old produced an impressive arc, of significant circumference, of sperm when the knife first touched his ball sac.

Dr. Ballsoff made sure that one of the school handymen had arrived with a red hot poker before beginning his incision, whilst at the same time loudly continuing his lesson by describing what he was doing and why. Blood began to spurt onto the floor of the stage as the size of the cut increased. The Physician expertly brought the boy's testes into view, dangling from their connecting membranes. Dr. Strapam and some other members of staff were sufficiently interested in proceedings to accept the Physician's invitation to come forward and kneel in front of the horrified 14 years old to inspect the testicles whilst they remained attached to the lad.

Dr. Ballsoff, continuing his simultaneous commentary, then proficiently severed one testis, placing it in the bowl, before doing the same to the other. The dish was sent round the hall for everyone to inspect the contents. The Physician finally accepted the poker from the handyman and cauterised the wound of the newly created 14 years old eunuch, who mercifully fainted. As he did so, the Doctor wondered when he would be able to perform the other gelding that had been identified as particularly desirable.

Chapter 10
Fags

(Northumberland, England, October 1803)

Tom leaned up and looked around him. Flashmale was snoring gently in the bed alongside 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 Flashmale, who informed them that the Headmaster and school Physician had both 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 they were not required by their pedagogues.

Tom and Christopher were aghast, guessing correctly what some of these services would entail. Both 10 years 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 painful attentions. However, it now seemed that at least some of these evenings would instead now be spent entertaining Flashmale.

Flashmale proceeded to tell Tom and Christopher that they were excused afternoon lessons as they were to accompany him to Soddamhall 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 rounds!" 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. Flashmale 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 lads, whom he had never seen previously, accompanying the Headboy. After ascertaining that the usual discount facility was in place, the latter gave the man some cash in return for a box of new socks.

"Which one?" asked Flashmale. "The blonde I think!" answered the retailer. "Fine," replied the Headboy 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 to the inn where you'll find Brown T and me." The 18 years old then shook hands with the trader, said his farewells with the appendage "Enjoy!" and walked away, ordering Tom to follow him.

Tom looked behind as he trailed Flashmale 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 with 'Coxhead for Quality Fittings' painted on the side in large lettering.

The transaction at the inn was for a crate of stout. The innkeeper, less cleanly dressed, older and even uglier than the market trader, spied Tom and agreed to the usual price-cut. "Mr. Dix needs your help in the cellars, Brown T," Flashmale therefore told the 10 years old, "you will oblige him, won't you, and don't forget the consequences of failing to please!"

Tom 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 the man and the boy complied, 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," the man 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. Flashmale and Christopher followed suit. All three sat up in bed to receive mugs of hot tea from the 11 years old, who then returned to the blazing fire to prepare the Headboy's toast using a large brass fork.

Flashmale 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 the two part-time fags entertained him. He had ordered them to strip and wash each other in his personal bath before requiring the naked 10 years olds to show him how much they were friends by making love on his bed whilst he watched from his armchair.

Flashmale had had to collect his cane from the mantelpiece before Tom and Christopher were encouraged to start kissing and fondling each other. However, the instrument had not been needed as it soon became clear that, after initial inhibitions had dissipated, the boys were really beginning to enjoy what they were doing, evident from full erections accompanied by low moans. "Masturbate each other to climax" was the Headboy's next order, quietly conveyed to match the erotic scene, and the two 10 years olds complied with almost simultaneous dry orgasms, nude bodies quivering in each other's arms.

After the panting and red-faced Tom and Christopher had eventually opened their eyes as they came down from their sexual highs, they saw that Flashmale was standing by the bed, also now naked and sporting his own fulsome erection. "My turn, I think," declared the Headboy, "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, Flashmale sodomised Tom first before requiring the boys to return to their former stimulating tasks, although in reverse fashion, and later enjoying Christopher's anus. The delightful evening was finished off when both 10 years olds brought the Headboy to two more climaxes and swallowed the product of their oral ministrations. Exhausted sleep had then overwhelmed the threesome.

"Well, Brown T and West," announced Flashmale as he finished his tea, "I have another errand for you to run 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. "Doesn't matter," declared the Headboy, "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 will give you some boxes of eggs. You'll bring them back to me after making the appropriate payment. Understand?" Both boys thought that they did and realised that they had been right when they later set off for the fell, dressed only in their white shorts, for they were given no money to make recompense.

Tom and Christopher were silent as they ran barefoot over the dewy fields towards the distant Atio Fell. Both 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 in each other's shorts had grown noticeably bigger whilst both guiltily recalled the events of the previous day.

After stripping, the shivering Tom had been forced to lay himself over a barrel placed sideways on the cold cellar floor of the inn as the innkeeper undid his own trouser buttons. The 10 years old then felt the man lean over him to introduce his engorged cockhead to the boy's sphincter. Tom's subsequent agonised shriek was muted by the fact that the innkeeper had placed a hand over the boy's mouth, not wanting the patrons upstairs unduly disturbed by the lad's inconsiderate noise. A rather dirty cloth was later used to attempt to clean the 10 years old's bumcrack of surplus semen before he was allowed to redress.

Christopher's experience was a bit more comfortable as the inside of the retailer's wagon was not chilly and, after disrobing, he was not required to lean over cold wood. The 10 years old was instead bent over a steep pile of varied clothing to be sodomised, although his own attempted screams were stifled by a sock in his mouth.

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 and a large cockerel. "Come for the eggs?" the rather ancient-looking farmer asked. "Yes, sir!" Tom politely answered. "Not seen you two before," the man replied, "new boys?"

"Yes, sir!" Tom repeated.

"Usual payment, I presume?" enquired Allcock. "I suppose so, 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's 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 tried to cover their own small embarrassing erections as they then approached the smiling old man.

Recognising Christopher's reluctance for the particular task, Tom volunteered to take up the rear position. As the 10 years old knelt onto the muddy ground of the farmyard view Allcock's wrinkled behind, the old man's stench overwhelmed the boy's nose. Nevertheless, he somehow managed to prise the farmer's dirty hairy bumcheeks apart to inspect his imminent workplace. The sight caused the lad to vomit.

"Dirty brat," declared Allcock as sick 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, dragged the alarmed naked boy over to a nearby shed and took him inside. They emerged shortly afterwards, the 10 years old now having a large locked dog collar attached to his neck and being dragged by the chain lead to a sty full of pigs.

Despite his antiquity, Allcock picked Tom up and threw him into the sty, causing the pigs to squeal as they rushed aside to allow the boy to fall into thick swill-polluted mud. By the time the 10 years 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 Soddamhall 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. Flashmale came to rescue his new fag at lunchtime, almost six hours later.

Tom had dozed off to sleep when Flashmale's voice awoke him. "Found your true vocation in life at last, Brown T!" suggested the smirking Headboy. The 10 years old did not find the joke funny.

"I've made a deal with Mr. Allcock," advised Flashmale, "in which he's prepared to release you so that you can go on another errand for me in return for certain considerations. 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 Mr. Allcock, appropriately using the belt of the trousers you soiled!"

Flashmale had brought with him, from the farmhouse, a bucket of water and the keys to the padlock and dog collar. He released Tom from his demeaning situation and told him to clean up using the water before following him to the farmhouse. The tremulous nude did so and was soon knocking gently on the farmhouse door.

Flashmale and Allcock emerged from inside, the latter now wearing fresh trousers, albeit equally as dirty as the previous pair. "Kneel in the middle of the yard!" the farmer ordered and Tom repositioned himself accordingly. The Headboy remained near the doorway to watch as the farmer followed the sublime naked form of the 10 years old.

Allcock stood immediately in front of 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!" The man's stink overwhelmed the boy's nasal senses as he prised apart the obnoxious bumcheeks. However, the lad 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. It began to seem to the boy that his immensely disagreeable work would carry on without end when the farmer suddenly advised "Right, my dick's ready!" and turned around.

Tom now saw a fully erect wrinkled cock, dribbling precum, but he did not hesitate to comply when ordered "Suck!" as his mouth had just been somewhere far worse. It did not take long to induce Allcock to orgasm as the anal administrations had already brought the farmer close to climax and the 10 years old 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 commanded, "whilst I collect my belt." The frightened naked boy, a little cum drooling down his chin and with a horrible combination of tastes in his mouth and on his tongue, reluctantly obeyed. As Tom advanced to the place where he was to be beaten, he noticed that Flashmale, still standing by the farmhouse doorway, was displaying a broad grin.

Allcock re-emerged from his home with the leather belt and said to Flashmale "I believe that we agreed ten!" The Headboy confirmed the arrangement. 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 years old and how unfair life was when the first blow struck his buttocks, causing him to yelp in pain. The second soon followed and then the third. The farmer was not one of those who believed in letting his victims thoroughly relish each strike before landing the next, his impatience wanting 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 his position throughout and the excruciating infliction of his torment was speedily completed. Allcock felt the heat on the lad's buttocks before giving them a hard slap and saying "You'll know what not to do next time you come for eggs!" The farmer then re-entered his farmhouse saying to Flashmale 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," commanded Flashmale and the sobbing Tom gingerly obeyed. The Headboy, his own hidden penis hard at watching the fun, noticed that the tearful boy was erect as he approached.

"On the next fell," Flashmale informed whilst pointing the location, "there's another farm. You're to collect some cheese from the farmer, Mr. Loveboy." The volume of Tom's tears increased when he heard the news. The Headboy therefore gently told the boy to calm and waited until he had done so before causing more distress. "No shorts, I'm afraid," he announced, "one of Mr. Allcock's goats apparently 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 Flashmale ignored them, 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 erect despite a very sore bum, reluctantly began to run down the hill towards Mr. Loveboy's farm. The trip took him half an hour but the farmer 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 for the dairy product from the newcomer was mutual masturbation, made easier by the fact that the lad's small cock was already humiliatingly hard.

Loveboy wanted Tom to climax first and so, whilst lying naked with him in a haystack, he pumped the boy's erection vigorously until the lovely 10 years old body convulsed. The farmer let go of the vibrating penis to allow the lad to grasp it whilst he concluded his orgasm. The man'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 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 in return for the cheese from farmer Loveboy? We all know his reputation!"

"No," answered the blushing Tom, "I've just been on a school errand and lost my shorts accidentally."

"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 years old advised his companions before commanding "Grab him!"

The cheese fell to the floor as Tom was 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 Flashmale 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 Flashmale's rooms without being seen in the shame of nudity. Unfortunately, his wish did not come true as he bumped into the Headmaster. "Why are you running round the school naked and dirty?" Dr. Strapam not unreasonably enquired. "Because of an accident when on an errand for the Headboy" was the sheepish answer. "Well," the annoyed Doctor pronounced observing a 10 years 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 I give my special attentions to than suffering accidents from which they accrue sexual excitement. Now, on your way to clean up and put your uniform on. Walk, don't run! I'll see how much sexual interest you retain when we meet for the night later. Remember, 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 establishment.

(London, England, same time)

Chapter 11
Sports

(Northumberland, England, October 1803)

Tom was also hoping to make use of his night with Dr. Strapam to dissuade him from insisting that he go around the school completely naked throughout the next day. The boy planned to promote the idea that his chastised posterior was unsightly, knowing that the Headmaster liked tidiness.

"Come in, Brown T!" Dr. Strapam commanded from inside his rooms and so Tom opened the door. The Headmaster was alone and already lying naked on his bed sporting a large erection. The deeply apprehensive boy entered and closed the door behind him.

"Right, Brown T," ordered Dr. Strapam, "take your clothes off and lay face down across my knee!" 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. The Headmaster knew what the boy thought would now occur and sadistically let the 10 years old dwell on the notion whilst he undressed.

Dr. Strapam played with his own cock, now dribbling precum, whilst a plainly frightened Tom took off his shoes and socks, followed by his shirt and shorts to leave the boy attired only in his skimpy briefs. There was the usual embarrassed vacillation before the humiliated 10 years old finally plucked up the courage to remove his last cover and there was another hesitant delay before the lad summoned further mettle to walk to the bed, now exhibiting his own hard-on.

It was then that Tom saw the opened jar on the far side of Dr. Strapam, which did not contain the usual grease to facilitate sodomy. The Headmaster observed that the boy had noticed the cream and so finally put him out of his immediate misery. "It's for your bottom," the Doctor of Divinity 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, lean over me and I'll rub it in but try to avoid my penis as you do so. I don't want it squashed before you attend to its needs!"

Dr. Strapam applied the cream to the superlative curves of Tom's bottom with surprising gentleness, given the usual nature of the items that he delivered to boys' posteriors. The 10 years old could not prevent himself from uttering some low groans, but with pleasure and not pain, as the careful adult manipulations with both hands proceeded. The Headmaster, with many years' experience of such matters, knew that he was bringing his young patient close to climax and so deliberately prolonged his attentions as he found the scene very erotic.

Tom's ecstatic utterances became more blatant as Dr. Strapam continued but changed to a disappointed sigh when the man's hands were suddenly withdrawn. The boy could not help but unashamedly raise his bottom upwards in search of the missing pleasure givers. "Say please, Brown T!" advised the Headmaster and the 10 years old, all inhibition forgotten in the midst of his sexual high, complied. The Doctor therefore obliged by returning his manual ministrations to the superlatively smooth young orbs.

It did not take long for Dr. Strapam to cause Tom's body to stiffen whilst at the same time vibrate. This 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 anus, gently overcoming the resistance of the 10 years old's still-tight sphincter.

Dr. Strapam had had Tom's rigid cock resting on a leg and had been able to feel it throbbing throughout the recuperative exercise. The Headmaster now felt something else as the boy experienced his first wet orgasm. The Doctor simultaneously enjoyed his own climax at the feel of the 10 years old's first semen spilling onto his limb and the young body resting on him shudder in uncontrollable delectation.

As Dr. Strapam's engorged vertical penis shot spurt after spurt of his own sperm onto Tom's prone body, helpless in sexual delirium, the Headmaster noticed that the boy had grasped the bedclothes tightly with his hands whilst curling his toes. The 10 years old was also shouting the word "Yes" many times from his sweet rosy lips.

(Northumberland, England, November 1803)

A few more similar nights followed over the next weeks but, during this period, Dr. Strapam largely left Tom to his recovery, concentrating his manly sexual appetite instead on other members of his select coterie of the choicest pupils. The Headmaster also ordered Flashmale to leave the boy alone for now and so the Headboy temporarily concentrated his own voracious desires on Christopher and Adam.

There was a mental as well as physical motive behind Dr. Strapam's generosity to Tom. 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. Sad, morose characters had no place within his little harem and he always took precautions to prevent such development. Giving members, especially the newer younger ones, regular respites was part of the therapy and the Doctor often found that they made better sexual partners on their return.

Tom had actually succeeded in having the day, on which he was to disport himself naked around the school, deferred until his bottom was restored to its previous flawlessness, before being returned again to temporary imperfection by the punishments due from the Housemaster and Headboy. However, the boy's bum was now impeccable once more, a situation confirmed by Dr. Ballsoff during one of his regular physical checks of the educational establishment's prettier scholars. The 10 years old's chastisements were imminent and he had been summoned to the Headmaster's study.

"Turn round," commanded Dr. Strapam, "pull your shorts and briefs down and lift your shirt up. I want to see whether Dr. Ballsoff's cream has done its job!" Tom reluctantly obeyed. "Excellent, I see that it has," declared the Headmaster, "and I think that you know what that means. No clothes tomorrow from first light until candles out and the next day report to Flashmale. 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. Strapam's words and the man noticed this fact as the boy, after pulling his briefs and shorts back up and tucking his shirt neatly inside the latter, turned to say "Yes, thank you, Headmaster." However, this did not prevent the Doctor from compounding the 10 years old'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!"

"Yes, thank you Headmaster" was again the appalled lad's meek reply.

A freshly washed and groomed but tremulous Tom knocked again on the door of the Headmaster's rooms just as the school clock chimed 7 o'clock.

"Come in, Brown T!" Dr. Strapam commanded from inside and so Tom opened the door. The Headmaster was alone and already lying naked on his bed sporting a large erection. The deeply apprehensive boy entered and closed the door behind him.

"Right, Brown T," ordered Dr. Strapam take your clothes off come 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. Strapam played with his own cock, now dribbling precum, whilst a plainly puzzled Tom took off his shoes and socks, followed by his shirt and shorts to leave the boy attired only in his skimpy briefs. There was the usual embarrassed vacillation before the humiliated 10 years old finally plucked up the courage to remove his last cover and there was another hesitant delay before the lad summoned further mettle to walk to the bed, now exhibiting his own hard-on.

The Headmaster observed that the boy had noticed the chess set and so finally put him out of his immediate puzzlement. "You know I like sports," the Doctor of Divinity announced with a smirk, "so I'm offering you a sporting challenge. We'll play one game of chess. If you win, no public display of nudity tomorrow or visit to Flashmale for a beating the next day. If you lose, you go naked for two days and receive your flogging in the quadrangle."

Tom was appalled, recalling what happened when he last played chess with Dr. Strapam. He 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. It was obvious that he was a chess novice confronting a master and could only lose but before he could beg otherwise the Headmaster continued "There's no need to thank me for my generosity, which will extend to letting you have the white pieces. Now, sit next to me and decide your first move. I'm sure that you'll be much better than the last time we met over a chess board."

Tom finally managed to respond to the invitation with one word, "But". However, that was all he could utter before Dr. Strapam defused his attempt at argument by advising firmly "I know that you're overwhelmed at my kindness but I won't accept too much delay. Sit and make your move!" The naked boy felt obliged to obey and then received another shock when the Headmaster added "Last time I limited the timing of our moves to two minutes each. However, on this occasion, I'll help you further by letting you take as much time as you want whilst I stick to the limitation, subject to one condition. You see, as we play, I'll be fondling your cock and any cum produced whilst I do so will signal that you wish to forfeit the game in favour of changing our sport to one of a sexual nature!"

The aghast Tom then felt Dr. Strapam's right hand begin to rub his 10 years old erection whilst, with his own trembling much smaller hand, he made his first move.

Tom's technique was, if anything, worse than previously, 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 as climax slowly approached, he decided to launch one desperate all-out, make-or-break, assault on the black King. Unfortunately, Dr. Strapam seemed to be repulsing the 10 years old's strategy with ease whilst making his own victory preparations.

Tom's pieces were deployed as follows:- King on g1, pawns on f2 and g2, Rooks on b2 and e5, Knight on d5 and Queen on h4. Dr. Strapam's more substantial forces were arrayed 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. Strapam's rubbing of Tom's now engorged cock continued remorselessly and the boy knew that he would be unable to prevent himself from cumming for much longer. The 10 years old, now breathing deeply as delicious feelings seared through his body, temporarily closed his to try to compose himself before glancing again at the chess board. Then, suddenly from apparently nowhere, an idea flashed into his 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. Strapam smiled in the certain knowledge that the 10 years old's imminent orgasm had made him blunder horribly again. He immediately retorted 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.

Dr. Strapam's manual manipulation of Tom's rigid cock now ceased as 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. The man'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 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. Strapam, disliking such reverses, momentarily considered trying to cause Tom to cum before checkmate could be achieved, by spending the maximum time allowance he had to make his final moves masturbating the boy with rigour. However, such a manoeuvre was not the Headmaster's style and so he decided to accept defeat gracefully, making his moves speedily and letting the 10 years old finally announce with quiet satisfied aplomb "Checkmate, I think, sir!"

Dr. Strapam appreciated a decent chess opponent and thought that at last he had one in the school. He 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. In fact, the 10 years old was too late for breakfast the next day as the pain in his backside, resulting from the Headmaster's earnest attentions to his young anus overnight, was considerable. This had caused him to hobble slowly during the morning run, despite help from Christopher and Jonathan, who thereby also missed the repast.

It was a week later that Tom and Christopher were told by their respective pedagogues to start attending the Gamesmaster's special gymnastic sessions held one night each week for special pupils. Jonathan already frequented the weekly drills, conducted in the manner of Ancient Greece, Mr. Hardcock being his pedagogue, and had told his alarmed friends about what went on.

Tom and Christopher were therefore prepared for the humiliation of performing various gymnastic routines with a number of other very pretty and completely naked boys whilst being ogled by most of the prefects and many staff, including the Doctors of Divinity and Medicine. They were also deeply relieved at not finishing last in the final ten-lap sprint around the gymnasium, the reward for this being a similar run around the playing field outside. In fact it was 11 years old Adam who won this dubious honour, having been hampered by an ankle bruised in a wrestling bout with an older lad.

It was a horrible dark November night. Light rain was falling, which enveloped the whole school complex like a mist, helped by a chill breeze from the north. Adam's lovely pink skin had changed to a wet blue hue by the time that the boy eventually emerged from the external cold, dank and gloom. The prefects in particular found the nude lad's appearance highly amusing but none of the 11 years old's fellow gymnasts concurred, realising that they could easily have been in his place.

Cold baths followed for most of the young participants. However, Tom, Christopher and Adam were for once happy to be invited to Flashmale's rooms. The Headboy had, as usual, become very excited by watching the sport in the gymnasium and felt that he had developed sufficient energy to enjoy the favours of all three of his fags, the two 10 years olds not being needed by their pedagogues that night. However, he did not want cold bodies to play with and therefore allowed them to share a warm bath in his quarters before they shared his bed.

The weather had not changed much by the next afternoon when form 1b was required to practise the Soddamhall ball game and all the boys were soon covered from head to toe in cold mud. This made differentiation between the two sides impossible other than by ascertaining the direction in which each participant seemed to want to go. No-one cared about the result, although Tom was happy to note that he had scored twice despite the conditions. The players cared even less about the cold ablutions all were required to endure afterwards.

It was Tom who suffered an injury the following week in the special gymnastics session, through slipping whilst climbing a rope and hurting his groin as he fell. However, the prize for coming last in the final sprint was not an immediate tour of the field outside. "There's the special annual 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!"

In the event, there was not much tackle or tuition, and even less attire. Tom was naked apart from having a genuine fox's brush dangling down his bumcrack and between his legs, tied in place by string fixed round his waist. The appalled boy was told the area in which he could try to run and hide, basically local farmland, including that of Messrs. Allcock and Loveboy, north of the school and bounded by certain roads. He would have half an hour's start before the pack of beagles was released and the almost fifty men followed them in pursuit. The price of entrapment within three hours by the well-trained hounds would hopefully not be being torn to pieces but rather having subsequently to entertain some of both the canine and human captors. The horrified 10 years old bait thought that he knew what this meant but was prevented from querying the situation by being rendered speechless at the revelation.

It was a bright sunny winter's Sunday, not particularly cold, when the nude Tom 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. The observing men were quieter, although many were licking their lips at the view 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. However, the 10 years 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 the scent. The boy bait had now run through the nearby wood and skirted Atio Fell, heading for the distant forest far beyond. He 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 10 years old had noticed that his cock had remained rigid and he had to admit to himself that, despite his fear at what would happen if caught, he felt exhilaration, including sexual excitement, at being chased.

Meanwhile, back at Soddomhall School, Dr. Ballsoff, who considered beagling to be an uncivilised pursuit, even if the bait was a beautiful boy and the potential prize for success enjoyment of his young orifices, had received the message to proceed with his second castration of the year during the week before Christmas. The Physician began to plan his strategy leading up to the event.

Tom had been running for about an hour and a half and was approximately half 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 him, with the latter somehow the predominant emotion. The boy therefore could not prevent himself from stopping to turn to face the direction of the chasing creatures. He could not see them yet, as they were still distant. Nevertheless, he appreciated that every second that he delayed could prove crucial in his aim of reaching the potential safety of the trees. Despite, or perhaps because of this realisation, the 10 years old remained motionless apart from moving his right hand down towards his hard penis, now pointing upwards.

Tom then began to masturbate himself as the hounds, firmly fixed on his scent, rapidly maintained their inexorable advance towards him.

Chapter 12
Christmas

(Northumberland, England, November 1803)

After eventually calming from his sexual ecstasy, Tom shook his penis to try to remove the last signs of his secret pleasure from his cockhead before being encouraged by the ever-encroaching barking of the pursuing beagles to continue his dash towards the forest, still half a mile away. The 10 years old was later about 450 yards from the trees when he realised, from the now almost deafening sound of the hounds behind him, that he was not going to reach the cover of the trees in time. It was also then that he saw the boy on the horse riding skilfully and speedily towards him from his right.

It did not take long for the well-dressed young rider to catch the naked young runner and he did so just before the beagles. "Quick," the young horseman, about four years older than Tom, instructed, whilst proffering a hand down to the now very scared young bait, "climb up or the dogs will have you!" The 10 years old did not hesitate to accept the offer and soon found himself, after a little bit of trouble ascending the tall mount, clinging to the rear of his saviour as the steed bounded north to safety in the nick of time. The fox's brush, still worn by the nude and caught in the speedy draught, unfurled horizontally rearwards, resembling an impertinent tongue extended at the now frustrated and defeated hounds. The illusion was intensified by the fact that the tail was emerging from between two cheeks.

Having eventually achieved a safe distance, the rider brought his horse to a trot before turning his head towards his naked passenger, still clinging tightly to his clothed body, and advising, in a very posh voice, "Hello, old chap, I'm Abernethy, James Abernethy."

"Brown, T," the younger boy, deeply relieved at his narrow escape but now also intensely ashamed of his nudity, responded, "and thanks for your help."

"No problem, old chap. I knew that today was the day of Soddamhall School's special hunt, so I thought I'd take a ride to see if I could help a chap in trouble. Luckily, old chap, you were running in my direction and I saw you, apparently just in time, although you might have made safety on your own if you hadn't stopped to play with yourself!" The sudden revelation that his rescuer had observed his masturbation caused the 10 years old to blush from head to toe.

"How did you…." Tom began to ask before his intended query was answered. "I brought a spyglass, old chap," James informed, whilst patting the instrument, now secured in a special pocket on the side of his saddle, "as I thought that it would come in handy to spot you. I was right, although my right eye espied more than expected!" The sudden redness of the 10 years old's delicious bare form intensified on hearing the explanation.

"Don't worry, old chap," James reassured, "I won't tell anyone. It'll be our little secret. Anyway, all boys indulge in the practice after they've reached a certain age, including me. However, I must say, old chap, that you're the youngest I've known who can produce sperm. I was very impressed!" Tom's embarrassment had begun to subside with the pleasant and unperturbed tone of the 14 years old's comments, and was almost replaced by pride at hearing this last remark.

"I hope that you don't mind, old chap," announced James, "but I'm taking us home where I can secure you some cover and refreshment. Don't worry, I'll sneak you in without anyone seeing you in your current state and I'll take you back to your school later when it's safe to do so." Tom's transformation from frightened and shamed bait to relaxed and nonchalant boy was now completed by these phrases, soothingly spoken. The 10 years old's feeling of affinity with and gratitude to his rescuer caused him to rest the side of his head on the 14 years old's back and tighten his hold on the lad's covered form. The rider's already hard cock began to throb in response.

Meanwhile, about three miles behind them, the pack of beagles had been recalled by horn to their handlers and the disappointed dogs and almost 50 men proceeded despondently to the barn of Farmer Loveboy, where the post-hunt luncheon had been laid out. There was plenty of food and ale to enjoy but sadly no boy afters. The hounds would not have harmed Tom, if they had caught him, as they had been trained just to corner the bait. Instead, it was customary for the men to cause the captured youngster hurt by enjoying his young orifices throughout the rest of the day and night. It was an annual drunken orgy to which all the participants, except the youngest, looked forward with eager anticipation and this was the first time that sexual aspirations had been denied.

"Did you see who the rider was?" asked an angry and frustrated Gamesmaster. "No," replied an equally aggrieved Headmaster, "but, given the location, I suspect that it was young Abernethy. If that's the case, there's little that can done. His family's too influential in these parts. After all, they own most of the land around here, including that upon which we're currently standing. Loveboy's one of their tenant farmers!"

Tom had never seen a house so grand as James guided his horse into its vast landscaped grounds through an entrance whose huge open elaborate ironwork gates were supported by massive stone columns, crowned with carved lions. "Do you really live here?" the incredulous 10 years old enquired, after lifting his head from the 14 years old to peer round the lad's back at the impressive scene.

"Yes, old chap," James answered, "my part of the family's resided here for hundreds of years, although the main branch are Scottish. My father's another James, Sir James Abernethy, one of the more junior members of a line that also boasts several Lords and a Clan Leader." Tom was momentarily speechless.

James then steered his steed off the long main pathway that led up to the distant mansion and into an adjacent wood. "There's a tunnel that leads from the trees, old chap," the 14 years old advised the puzzled 10 years old, "to the house where there are many secret passageways, a legacy of more troublesome times when they all formed part of an escape route. We'll use the system to smuggle you in to prevent your current embarrassment being seen before I acquire some attire for you and introduce you to our kitchens for some sustenance." Tom's grateful clinging hug of his rescuer's body became more pronounced in response to the announcement, much to the delight of the recipient's cock.

The two mounted boys eventually came to a small stone outbuilding hidden amongst the trees, not far from the large mansion. James quickly climbed off his horse and looked up at the delectable Tom. The 14 years old noticed that the 10 years old's own penis was also again hard, pointing horizontally along the animal's back. The sight caused the obvious bulge, within his own long but tight brown trousers, to increase in size. However, he somehow managed to offer the young nude a helping hand to dismount from the tall steed.

"Thanks," Tom politely said, as he was aided safely to the ground after his first ever horse ride, "thanks for everything."

"No problem, old chap," James replied, a little disappointed to lose sight of the 10 years old's erection as young protective hands quickly covered the embarrassing arousal. "Follow me," the 14 years old gently commanded as he then strode purposefully towards the door of the outbuilding.

Tom had now appreciated how handsome James was, his straight red hair crowning a lovely face bejewelled by gorgeous brown eyes, located above a slim lithe body. The 10 years old's genital excitement intensified as a result of the realisation.

Tom followed his rescuer inside the outbuilding to find a gloomy single windowless room with a stone floor, empty apart from a few oil lamps and a flintlock mechanism. James used the latter to light one of the lanterns and went to the far wall to press his free hand firmly against one of the stones from which the barrier was constructed. The block depressed inwards and suddenly, to the naked 10 years old's amazement, an opening appeared in the apparently solid floor. His dressed 14 years old companion then began walking down some steps below the aperture into darkness, whilst suggesting "Follow me again, old chap, there's nothing to be afraid of!"

Tom shivered as he complied because, in contrast to the surprisingly warm and pleasant autumnal day outside, the tunnel was cold and he could see his breath condense in the lamplight. James paused at the foot of the steps to allow the 10 years old to catch up with him and, observing the younger boy's shivering, placed the lantern on the floor in order to begin the removal of his brown jacket. "Sorry, thoughtless of me, old chap," the 14 years old announced as he proffered the garment to the young nude, "you'll catch pneumonia down here without some cover. Take this, it'll help keep the chill away!"

Tom was very happy to accept the offer, as the jacket not only represented warmth but also some cover for his bare body. James was less content, as the garment hid much pleasantry from view, but he was too honourably considerate not to make the gesture. As the 10 years old dressed, the 14 years old was delighted to notice, before it was again hidden from sight, that the younger boy's cock had remained aroused despite the cold.

The jacket would, of course, normally be too big for Tom but not on this occasion. The buttoned front was designed to finish at the waist but now terminated just below the groin and the long twin tails at the back trailed to the floor, so completely hiding his lustrous posterior. James could not help but utter a low sigh of regret as the 10 years old's immaculate form gained some cover. However, the lustful 14 years old was already planning to restore, and become much better acquainted with, the delightful vision later, an objective dictated by the needs of his rampant cock, which was maintaining the obvious protuberance at the front of his trousers.

"Right, old chap," James declared, after Tom had given appropriate thanks for his rescuer's kindness, "let's go!" The 14 years old then picked up the lamp, pressed another stone to close the opening above and started to walk down the now very dark tunnel. The 10 years old, finding the environment rather creepy, followed quickly in the older boy's wake.

"Things shouldn't be too bad, old chap," James suggested as they proceeded into the blackness, "because, as my younger brother and I play here often, my father asks some of our groundsmen to clean the tunnel regularly. You should therefore find the floor underneath your bare feet not too uncomfortable and we shouldn't encounter too many spiders' webs or other nasties. The lamplight should also cause any rats around to flee." However, for some reason, the reassurance only caused Tom's concern about what lurked about him to intensify. The 10 years old began to shiver again, but not now as a result of the low temperature.

The two boys advanced steadily, passing several side passageways as they did so, before James announced, after reaching yet another junction, "We turn left here, old chap. There're some long stairs ahead that lead straight to my bedroom!" The 14 years old's cock began to throb at the thought of what he hoped to do when that goal had been attained.

The climb up the steps was long and quite tiring and the two boys were breathing heavily by the time James, panting not entirely due to exhaustion, pressed another stone and a wooden wall panel opened outwards to reveal sunlight streaming through a large window into his huge opulent bedroom. The 14 years old invited the 10 years old inside before triggering the devise that closed the secret entrance to the tunnel.

"Welcome to my abode, old chap," James triumphantly announced. Tom was again momentarily speechless at the splendours of his rescuer's bedroom, with its immense four-poster bed and scenic view through the window of the magnificent mansion gardens. However, the 10 years old eventually managed to compose himself to remark in awe "What a lovely room!" He also remembered his manners and added "I must thank you once more for all your help. If there's anything that I can do for you in return, please let me know." It was the opportunity for which the 14 years old had been praying.

"Well, actually, old chap," advised James, "there is something!"

Meanwhile, the Gamesmaster asked the Headmaster, in Farmer Loveboy's barn and in a slightly slurred voice as the effects of several pints of strong ale began to materialise, "Should I go and fetch some of the pupils to entertain us?" Dr. Strapam considered his answer for a moment before replying "No, I don't think so. It would break all the hunt's traditions. The other boys haven't done anything to deserve such molestation and I think it right to keep such attention reserved as the forfeit for being caught as the bait. No, we'll just have to accept defeat with grace as gentlemen and hope for better next year!"

Mr. Hardcock, like most of the other deeply disappointed hunters, was not happy with Dr. Strapam's response, as he felt that the lack of boy entertainment spoiled the occasion. However, he knew better than to argue with the Headmaster. The Gamesmaster therefore had to content himself with more ale and the thought of enjoying young Morton that night, whilst his employer would undoubtedly be securing simultaneous revenge on Brown T.

Tom, again noticing the bulge on the front of his rescuer's trousers, had an idea what the answer would be when he asked "What, then, can I do in return?" James, smiling sweetly, decided that it was best to be blunt and replied "Do you know what the hunters would have done to you if you'd been caught?" The 10 years old responded sheepishly "I think so!" to which the 14 years old rejoined "Well, old chap, instead of having the cocks of almost 50 men inside you, would you mind having mine?"

James was worried how Brown T would react to his request. However, the 14 years old received a pleasant surprise when Tom, grinning happily, removed the jacket that covered him, folding the garment neatly over a chair, before standing naked and erect, hands at his sides, in front of his rescuer to announce "That's acceptable to me, old chap!"

James had never removed his own clothing so quickly in his life and soon he and Tom were kissing, embracing and fondling each other on top of four-poster bed. The 10 years old later sucked the 14 years old's cock almost to climax before, lying face up, he raised his legs, holding them in place with his hands, to present his pink sphincter to his rescuer's engorged penis. The subsequent eager but tender invasion of the youngster's anus by the older boy's rampant member was the first time that the recipient experienced no pain as a result of sodomy. In fact, both the young lovers only garnered acute ecstasy as their copulation proceeded to simultaneous orgasm to many accompanying groans of intense pleasure.

James began to shed tears as his semen poured into Tom's innards, whilst at the same time the 10 years old's vibrating cock erupted a smaller amount of sperm, forming a little pool around the younger boy's navel. The 14 years old kept his softening penis inside his young lover for a while after coitus until he finally collapsed onto the bed in delighted exhaustion, whilst still producing a few tears.

"Why are you crying?" a concerned Tom enquired. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, old chap," answered James, "that was my first time with anyone. I think I'm crying because I'm so happy!"

"Oh, is that all," retorted a relieved 10 years old, as he ran his hand under the 14 years old's lovely back to restore an embrace, "shall we now make it a second time?"

James smiled and began to rub Tom's own semen into the 10 years old's sublime belly. "Do you know, old chap," the 14 years old later announced, after more delicious foreplay and as he moved his mouth towards the younger boy's re-hardened cock, "I don't know what your first name is. What does the 'T' in Brown T stand for?"

Over two hours later, the two new friends finally emerged from James' bedroom. Both boys sported expensive finery, with Tom's now fitting almost perfectly as his host had borrowed the attire from his younger brother. The 10 years old subsequently ate a sumptuous meal in the kitchens, served by the chief cook herself, before being conveyed back to Soddamhall School in Sir James Abernethy's own liveried carriage and accompanied by the young heir to the Baronetcy. The youngster's return was in marked contract to his naked departure from the educational establishment earlier in the day.

The smiling James' last words to his new friend, as the latter disembarked from the ornate conveyance to incredulous stares from those school staff and pupils who witnessed the scene, were "Remember, Tom, old chap, I'll be asking my father to make sure that the Headmaster let's you come to visit me often. I'm taught at home by my own tutor and I therefore only have my younger brother to, er, play with. However, he doesn't play the time of games that we do!" The 10 years old grinned on hearing the cheeky remark before the 14 years old continued "Also, don't forget, Tom, old chap, if you encounter any problems here, let me know straight away!" Shortly afterwards the boys waved goodbye to each other as the carriage began to leave the scholastic grounds.

Tom's new finery did not remain on his body for long but it was removed not just to be returned, with thanks, to Sir James Abernethy. It was now early evening and the boy soon found himself in Dr. Strapam's bed, as the Headmaster wanted to make up for time and opportunity lost earlier in the day. "Congratulations on your success in the hunt," the Doctor of Divinity said as he penetrated the lad, eliciting a loud shriek from the young catamite as his anus was filled yet again but by a much larger intruder than that encountered earlier in the day.

(Northumberland, England, December 1803)

Meanwhile, Dr. Ballsoff had already made his preparations for the imminent gelding and had invited Brown T for the periodic check of the boy's delectable body.

As the school Physician closely examined the naked 10 years old's perfect and completely healthy genitalia, he announced with apparent sadness "I'm afraid that we have a problem here, young man. There's something very wrong with your scrotum. I think that I might have to operate to prevent potentially fatal infection. I'll send a message to your guardian immediately!" The news brought tears to the appalled lad's lovely eyes. He was not expecting any presents or other delights for Christmas, rather the opposite. However, never in his worst nightmares did he anticipate such a dreadful threat, and at a time when anaesthetics had not yet been discovered.

Chapter 13
Heirs

(Northumberland, England, December 1803)

As usual, the large rectangular playing area was demarcated by dirt pathways and the object of the game was to place the crude heavy leather ball on one of the shorter lengths of pathway defended by the opponents. The few other rules meant that the whole lengthy exercise was anarchic, with many participants tackling opponents who were never near the ball just for the fun of it or for other reasons. The latter often involved a desire for revenge for an earlier perceived slight or a wish simply to fondle an object of unrequited desire.

As usual, Tom, Christopher and Jonathan joined in with gusto but seemed to be special targets for many of the older opponents. All three spent periods on the ground after being hit, sometimes writhing in agony after their own small balls had been clobbered or, more often, grasped viciously.

No-one had scored a 'path' in living memory and no-one expected that to change, with the massed defences seemingly impossible to break through and the game therefore largely played out in midfield. However, the ball was suddenly thrown high into the air from a mass brawl and landed at the feet of Tom, lying on the ground in a more isolated part of the field after a particularly heavy tackle. Christopher and John had gone to him to check that he would live. The 10 years old immediately picked up the round object and stood up, even though these actions represented certain imminent and potentially agonising danger.

Christopher and Jonathan, standing either side of Tom, now tried to shield their friend as the young worried ball-carrier began to advance as fast as his legs could carry him. There was menace from the mass of Adonis and Ganymede players approaching from all around as the trio proceeded, leaving most of their Narcissus and Phaethon allies behind. However, the boy's natural speed and elusiveness worked a miracle, aided by his chums' brave protection and his own diminutive size, which made grabbing his body, when at speed, difficult to perform.

Christopher and Jonathan took many hits but constantly somehow quickly managed to stand again to continue to guard the zig-zagging Tom. The young ball-carrier himself was toppled to the ground a couple of times, only to tumble over in such a way that he ended up back on his feet. However, all seemed over for the 10 years old's brave effort when he was finally badly clobbered and held before many opponents dived on top of him.

Christopher and Jonathan, bodies now displaying many bruises, tried to pull some of the enemy from off the top of the growing pile of young bodies that had engulfed their friend but to little avail. In the end, all they could do was stand by and watch as the human morass continued to grow, believing that the game had reached the usual impasse. However, the two 10 years olds were delighted and amazed to be disillusioned in respect of their expectation when their friend, still holding the precious ball, emerged from the side of the huge scrimmage.

Tom immediately leapt to his feet and started running again so fast that most of the remaining shocked Adonis and Ganymede defence was quickly by-passed and now, miraculously, only three 17 years old back-stops stood in the way of glory. Christopher and Jonathan speedily followed their friend, leaving behind most of their colleagues, who had been as surprised as their opponents at the turn of events.

The three last defenders stood their ground with determination. They had been chosen for their positions of last resort because of their own excellent capabilities at the game. Tom knew this and therefore did not believe that he could outpace them on the flank. Accordingly, he shouted to Christopher and Jonathan to try to take out the two outside members of the trio whilst he dealt with the lad in the middle.

The three 10 years olds rapidly approached the 17 years olds whilst the pursuing mass of pupils in their wake gave the younger boys no chance of surmounting the last obstacles. However, without hesitation, Christopher and Jonathan, now allowed to lead by Tom, simply but courageously jumped at great velocity into their older targets, the nasty collisions causing all four boys to collapse stunned to the ground. Both 17 years olds later sported black eyes as a consequence.

Only one 17 years old now separated Tom from an almost unprecedented 'path'. The older boy stood with arms outstretched and legs apart, ready to grapple the impertinent 10 years old, who was almost upon him.

Tom followed his friends in jumping but not into his final opponent. Instead, the boy leapt with venom onto the ground between the 17 years old's splayed legs and his momentum carried him sliding through on the grass to the other side. By the time the bewildered last defender realised what had happened, the 10 years old was back on his feet and running to make his score.

As Tom placed the ball down on the dirt pathway, a tumultuous roar resounded. The boy looked back whence he had come to see not only his many team-mates cheering and applauding but also most opponents and all of the staff and prefects watching on the sidelines. The 10 years old had never been so proud in his young life before. This feeling was increased after a number of pupils caught up with him and lifted him onto their shoulders to escort the hero from the field to continued vociferous clamour and clapping, just as some snow began to fall.

Tom was also particularly pleased to see Christopher and Jonathan rewarded with the same well-deserved adulation. However, he was perhaps most delighted to notice later the obvious look of intense happiness and pride displayed in the eyes of James, who had been standing next to Dr. Strapam to watch the game as one of the Headmaster's guests.

Tom had been allowed to visit James every Sunday, being collected after breakfast by Sir James Abernethy's carriage and returned early evening. The boys thoroughly enjoyed each other's company and the various games they indulged in, especially those on top of a certain four-poster bed.

Tom had been introduced to James' family, including the Baronet and the pretty 10 years old younger brother, Charles, and was now treated as an honoured guest. The boy no longer ate in the kitchens but in the vast Abernethy mansion's resplendently huge dining hall, served by the butler and other servants. He had never been so mollycoddled previously, and enjoyed every minute of the experience, even though his new friend had had to remind him politely about expected table etiquette and the correct use for various items of cutlery.

Dr. Strapam had received a visit from Sir James Abernerthy himself to establish the arrangements. The Headmaster had felt compelled to agree to the Baronet's request for ready access to his new friend for his heir, whom the father believed would benefit from the relationship because of the lonely isolation of where he lived.

Sir James had not sent his son away to school because of his own bad experiences at such an establishment but was aware that having a personal tutor instead meant that the boy would be short of companionship. Having a friend or two at nearby Soddamhall seemed an ideal solution to the problem.

Dr. Strapam's co-operation stemmed from not wanting to upset the richest and most influential man in this part of the county. The Headmaster's motives were, as usual, multi-faceted for, as well as helping to maintain good cordial relations with a very important personage, he knew that the Baronet would now owe him a return favour, which might be useful one day if any problems brewed.

For Tom, daily existence seemed to be getting better. He had a pair of good loyal friends at school and now another not far away. He was becoming more accustomed to having frequent sex with Dr. Strapam and Flashmale, which seemed to be less and less unpleasant. He actually enjoyed the regular sex shows with other boys he was asked to indulge in as part of the watching Headmaster's and Headboy's foreplay routines, especially if his partner was Christopher. The two 10 years olds appreciated each other's bodies enormously. However, it was the weekly Sunday pastimes in which he now joined with James that had brought the biggest improvement in his quality of life. This was not just because he felt like nobility whenever he visited the mansion in which the 14 years old and his family resided, as certain mutual lovemaking was always the main highlight of the trip.

Scoring in the annual Christmastime Soddamhall ball game, and the heroic status he had assumed in the eyes of most fellow pupils of all ages, had added to Tom's sense of increased wellbeing. However, this had now been spoilt somewhat by what Dr. Ballsoff had recently told him.

(York, England, December 1803)

Accordingly, the man accepted the fact that he would be spending Christmas in York, content that he would enjoy the season far more that his young nephew, who should know by now, in his bleak and spartan school, what fate soon had in mind for him.

(Northumberland, England, Christmas Day, December 1803)

Tom escaped such disappointing and monotonous fare by being allowed to spend the day with James. However, he had previously agreed with his new friend that he would tell Dr. Strapam that he was prepared to go only if he could be accompanied by Christopher and Jonathan. The boy successfully toned down the blackmail by suggesting to the Headmaster that the heir to the Abernethy Baronetcy had expressed interest in welcoming extra playmates to his home, an action approved by his father. The Doctor of Divinity therefore acquiesced.

James and the three 10 years olds enjoyed a splendid Christmas Day, although it passed without many aspects known today, such as Christmas trees. Such features were introduced from Germany later in the century, a process accelerated after Prince Albert of Saxe-Coburg-Gotha became consort to Queen Victoria.

As during previous visits, the highlight of the day was the time spent on top of James' four-poster, with the 14 years old host's enjoyment of the recreation improved further by the addition of two additional beautiful and gregarious naked 10 years old playmates. The whole delightful event was only spoilt when it was time for his three young friends to return to Soddamhall.

All the time, Tom, not wanting to spoil the occasion by upsetting his companions, remained silent about what he had been advised by Dr. Ballsoff. In fact, the boy was determined not to tell the others anything about the matter until it had been resolved one way or another, with the 10 years old still hoping that the operation would not be required.

(York, England, Christmas Day, December 1803)

Meanwhile, the conspiratorial uncle, having enjoyed a rather drunken Christmas Day in the inn in York, now knew that the castration of his nephew was imminent as the snow had melted and the roads north were muddy but passable. He would be rejoining his coach in the morning to travel to Newcastle, where he would have to hire local transport to convey him to the 10 years old's school. He expected to arrive at the educational establishment, allowing for the conditions, within three days.

The man appreciated that his nephew's gelding would not take too long to accomplish and intended to begin the long return journey immediately after viewing the brat's emasculation and rewarding the school Physician with his large fee. He also proposed to be accompanied on his trip home by the boy's testicles, as definitive proof to the lawyers in London of the 10 years old's permanent inability to produce a future heir.

The conspiratorial uncle smiled at the thought that his young relation would be entering the New Year of 1804 as a eunuch.

Chapter 14
Geldings