The Other Tom Brown's Schooldays 6

By Pueros

Chapter 6 – Examinations

(Northumberland, England, September 1803)

“Come in!” invited Dr. Ballsoff in response to Flashmale’s knock on the door. The Headboy entered the school physician’s rooms with the two new boys. Tom and Christopher were shocked to discover that the Doctor was apparently attending to a naked young patient, a handsome 14 years old, strapped spreadeagled to a leather examination couch. “Ah,” declared Ballsoff, “these must be Brown T and West. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you both personally. However, just bear with me for a moment until I finish!”

“This young miscreant from your own House,” the Doctor announced, “has been sent to me by your Housemaster for frequently soiling the Housemaster’s……er……sorry……I mean his own bedclothes with involuntary penile emissions. I’m therefore examining his penis to see how much it can produce.” Ballsoff happily held up a glass jar which was half full of white liquid. “I’ve been masturbating him on the hour, every hour, since breakfast and he’s not failed to produce.” Both Tom and Christopher were not sure what ‘masturbating’ meant but now guessed from their experiences of the last day or so and from observing that the 15 years old’s rigid cock was as red as his face as the Doctor continued to rub. The presence of three new young spectators seemed to energise the 14 years old penis further and the experimental subject was soon raising his bum from the couch and adding a fresh contribution to the jar. “Remarkable,” declared the Physician, “that’s the eighth time today. I wonder how many more times he’ll be able to produce the stuff. I’ll be up all night and so will his penis at this rate! I’m afraid that the only cure for this malady may be surgery. I’ll have to consult with the boy’s guardian.”

Ballsoff, after washing his hands in a nearby sink, now turned his attention to the new boys. “Right, come forward, Brown T and West, so that I can get a good look at you.” Tom and Christopher complied and the Doctor strolled round them, fully appreciating their sweet clothed forms and looking forward to viewing soon the uncovered variety. The Physician eventually held each boy by the chin and moved their heads from side to side as he studied their sublime facial features, followed by a check of their temperature by placing his right palm on the lad’s foreheads. He finished by inspecting the boys’ perfect white teeth.

“Right,” ordered Ballsoff with undisguised relish, “off with your clothes as I need to examine your bodies. Place your garments neatly on the floor. It’s been cleaned as usual this morning by my young assistant.” He did not add that the 11 years old had completed his morning chores after spending the night, as usual, in the Doctor’s bed. The faces of Tom and Christopher became as red as that of the boy bound to the couch as they slowly and reluctantly began to unbutton their shirts. The Physician sat on a chair next to the couch to observe the spectacle and noticed that the adjacent 14 years old’s soft cock was beginning to harden again as he too watched the 10 years olds disrobing. “Remarkable!” Ballsoff repeated whilst his own penis, hidden under his trousers and gown, grew in sympathy. It was to continue to increase in size as Tom and Christopher placed their shirts on the floor, followed by their shoes, socks and shorts. The erection became full when the underpants were removed and the boys stood naked before him, hands shielding their privates.

“Right, Brown,” ordered Ballsoff, “you first. Come here!” Tom obeyed and the Doctor reached out for the boy’s left hand, which he proceeded to examine carefully, checking the clean neatly trimmed nails before progressing to the rest of the outstretched limb. The Physician then placed the hand on top of Tom’s head, telling him to keep it there, and proceeded to conduct a similar inspection of the right arm, so revealing a nicely excited 10 years old cock. Having placed the boy’s right hand next to the left, Ballsoff continued his meticulous and, for him, delicious intimate visual check of the new boy’s beautiful body, turning it around when the sides and rear required his attention. Tom’s cock quivered noticeably when he was bent over to ascertain his virginity.

Ballsoff reserved the delights of Tom’s genitalia for last. “Did you know, Brown T,” the Physician asked as he weighed the deeply humiliated boy’s balls in the palm of his right hand, “that I am acquainted with a friend of your guardians?” “I had been told, Doctor,” Tom replied, his face blushing more than ever. “He’s asked me to take extra special care of you,” Ballsoff continued whilst squeezing the boy’s nicely hung ball sac, causing the lad to wince and utter a low “Oh!” “Sorry,” the Doctor said as he reduced the pressure on Tom’s testicles, “if that hurt. Please cough!”

Ballsoff concluded his genital examination by masturbating Tom. “Do you ever do this yourself, Brown T?” the Doctor queried. The shamed boy replied truthfully “No, Doctor.” “Well, don’t be tempted,” advised the physician as he continued to rub Tom’s small erection, “as it’s a nasty naughty habit. Reduces life essences, making people tired and unproductive!” Tom quickly uttered another “Oh!” but not with pain. His body shuddered and a little drop of colourless liquid fell from his engorged cockhead. “No semen yet, then,” declared the Doctor as he stood to wash his hands at the sink; “I’ll want to monitor your progress on a regular basis until you do begin to produce, especially as you have a larger than normal scrotum for a boy of your tender years. I’ll need to keep an eye on it to make sure that there’s nothing untoward!” The happy Physician regained his seat and, after taking in one final view of the gorgeous, deeply embarrassed, form in front of him, said “You may redress, Brown T, as otherwise you seem fine. Now, young West, come here!”

Tom and Christopher, with Flashmale, left Ballsoff’s rooms just before the school clock chimed 4. The Headboy’s cock had fully appreciated the last hour. Flashmale returned the newcomers to their classroom to join up with the rest of the form, who had been to the gymnasium. Before departing, he reminded Tom “Don’t forget, you and Morton, my rooms at 8 o’clock!” The 10 years old shivered.

The next two hours were spent learning about Aristotle and Plato before class was dismissed for the day and most of the pupils made their way to the main hall for their evening stew. However, Tom was ordered by Younglove to remain behind. “Now, Brown T,” announced the Form-master, holding in his hand the ruler with which he had hit the boy earlier, “let’s see whether you have really learnt to pay attention. One stroke of the ruler for every question you answer incorrectly!” Younglove then conducted his examination of Tom’s knowledge by asking the scared boy twenty questions relating to the day’s lessons. He was disappointed to discover that the lad only responded incorrectly four times. Nevertheless, the four heavy stinging strokes of the ruler across Tom’s right palm added nicely to the existing redness and set up the evening pleasantly for the Form-master, who now happily contemplated Jones D’s later arrival in his rooms.

Tom, Christopher and Jonathan, with five other roommates, had returned to their dormitory by 7 o’clock. “Where are the others?” Tom asked Jonathan, whilst examining his sore hand. “They’ve been assigned chores,” replied the dormleader, “but I don’t know why them and not us.” “What would normally happen now if we didn’t have an appointment with Flashmale?” continued the inquisitive Tom, trying to hide his apprehension at what the assignation entailed. “I believe that eventually we’ll all be given chores of some kind as well as, when we’re more settled in, private study to perform before candles out at 10 o’clock. However, until that happens, there’s nothing in particular to do other than talk and play.” “We could try to see the food thieves being strapped,” suggested Christopher unthinkingly. He quickly realised his mistake by observing the looks of consternation that immediately appeared on his friends’ faces. “Perhaps not!” he said belatedly and sheepishly.

Tom proceeded with his questioning by asking “Do we have to stay in the dormitory?” “No,” replied Jonathan, “we are allowed on the playing fields until dark and can exercise in the gymnasium if we want as long as there’s no evening activities taking place there. However, it’s already pretty gloomy and I’ve had enough of the gym for one day. I also think that something happens there at this time every week. Exactly seven days ago, I went with my other friend to see what might take place in the gym of an evening. We popped our heads round the doors and were quickly chased away by some staff, but not before we saw that they and the twenty or so boys who were with them were all naked.” “Wow!” Tom responded to the revelation, “I wonder if that was what Flashmale meant when he told us that the word ‘gymnasium’ comes from ancient Greece and that sometimes the exercises both in the gym and outside are conducted, for a certain group of elite boys, as they were in the original gymnasia.” His two companions joined Tom in blushing at the thought.

The boys’ chatter eventually became less fulsome as the school clock struck the half hour. It ended when the quarter hour before their appointment with Flashmale chimed and Tom and Jonathan reluctantly left the dormitory to stand early outside the Headboy’s rooms. As they departed, Christopher, lost for sympathetic words, rather incongruously wished them “Good luck!” Tom’s bum was still sore from his humiliating experience in the quadrangle on the previous evening. He wondered how much more it would hurt after Flashmale had inflicted the punishment. The 10 years old’s buttocks tightened in trepidation.

(To be continued in Chapter 7 – ‘Chastisements’)