The Other Tom Brown's Schooldays 11

By Pueros

Chapter 11 – Sports

(Northumberland, England, October 1803)

A freshly washed, groomed and redressed but tremulous Tom knocked on the door of the Headmaster’s rooms just as the school clock chimed 7 o’clock. His bum was still very sore and discoloured as a result of the severe beating from farmer Allcock and the last thing he now wanted was to be buggered by Dr. Strapam. His only consolations for now were the postponements of his thrashings from the Housemaster and the Headboy, the former due for losing his shorts and the latter for mislaying Flashmale’s cheese. Both had decided that his young 10 years old buttocks could not stand further flogging at the present time without inflicting permanent harm.

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)

In the event, that particular night with Dr. Strapam had not been unpleasant for Tom. The boy had enjoyed not only his first wet climax but also actual sex with a man for the first time. The latter was mainly because the Headmaster had not buggered the 10 years old or required fellatio from him. Instead, the Doctor contented himself with further gentle manual teasing of the lad’s beautiful form and a few sessions of mutual masturbation, seemingly fascinated with the youngster’s new-found ability to produce procreative fluid, although not much more was emitted during two further orgasms.

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.

(To be continued in chapter 11 – ‘Christmas’)