The Other Tom Brown's Schooldays 1-2

By Pueros

(Hist)

Chapter 1 – Conspiracy

(London, England, September 1803)

“Have him castrated!” suggested the conspiratorial solicitor. “Don’t be ridiculous,” retorted the conspiratorial uncle, “you can’t unman an English public schoolboy.” “You forget,” replied the solicitor calmly, “I know the school doctor very well. We shared lodgings at university and became, er, quite intimate. I know that, for an appropriate fee, the good doctor could discover, during the checks of the pupils’ genitalia that he conducts regularly, especially those on the prettier specimens, some horrible infection affecting the boy’s organs. You, as the orphan’s kind and caring guardian, would be compelled to authorise immediate emasculation to save the lad’s life but, alas, not his reproductive capacity. The boy will therefore be unable to fulfil the terms, laid down in his father’s will, necessary to acquire the huge fortune that represents his inheritance. He will be incapable of propagating the family line with which his late father was so strangely obsessed that the lad was required to marry and produce a male heir before he reached twenty-five years of age. The money and property would then pass to your own son instead if he can accomplish the deed.”

The uncle thought about his rather effeminate offspring, now at Eton, and asked “What if his tastes disincline him to such a feat?” “That would be no real problem,” responded his co-conspirator confidently, “I’m sure that, for a tiny proportion of the fortune, a compliant wife and miraculous baby boy could be produced to prove his manly virility. They could be quietly paid off and divorce affected once the formalities had been completed and the money was in your hands or, should I say, those of your son.” The uncle smiled for his submissive son would receive only what his father allowed. “Ingenious!” he remarked. The solicitor, smirking in anticipation of another large commission for his advisory services, asked “Do you therefore want me to arrange the boy’s castration?” “Yes,” responded the happy uncle, “but not yet. I would love to be present when it’s done to the spoiled brat. However, it’s a 3-day journey to the bleak school, of which you speak, although I was happy to accept your recommendation to use it. It was certainly the cheapest that I could find that still complied with the requirements of his father’s will for a public school education for the brat. As you know from your share, that handily leaves much of the substantial allowance, received from the estate for the boy’s upkeep, left to compensate me for the time and trouble I spend, as the brat’s guardian, considering his welfare.” Both men laughed before the uncle continued “ Allowing a day’s stay in the remote location whilst the task is carried out, it would be a week away from London to view the delicious spectacle and I can’t afford that time at present. Therefore, leave him be for the moment. I’ll let you know when I can travel!”

Chapter 2 – Arrival

(Northumberland, England, same time)

Tom Brown had just been delivered, by one of his guardian’s servants, for the first time to Soddomhall School, two miles from the village of the same name. It was a large residential establishment for the sons of less wealthy gentry, located in a remote part of the desolate Northumbrian countryside because the property, a former stately home fallen on bad times, had been cheap. It consisted of a large red brick four-storey building surrounded by small out-buildings and playing fields, beyond which was woodland. Access was via narrow winding tracks. It was home for most of the year to almost 650 boys, aged from 10 to 18, and a staff of 30, strangely all unmarried men. The majority of the boys returned home for the main holidays at Christmas and Easter and for the long summer break. However, some stayed at the school all of the year. These were usually sons of families serving abroad in the army or navy, or for such concerns as the East India Company, or orphans whose guardians did not want to bother with them. Tom was to be in the latter category for his mother had died whilst giving birth to him and his father more recently of fever.

Tom had just turned 10 years of age. He had straight brown hair and hazel eyes. Even the deep sadness that he felt at the sudden awful change in his fortunes could not disguise his beauty for he had the face of an angel. He had arrived at the school later than most of the other new intake of about seventy 10 years olds and found himself in the headmaster’s study with just one other newcomer, a pretty fair-haired lad with blue eyes. The two side-walls of the room were taken up with ceiling-high bookcases full of worthy tomes and most of the wall behind the headmaster comprised a large bay window, overlooking a vast grassy playing field with trees beyond. However, both boys had shuddered when they noticed that the wall behind them was home, both sides of the central entrance door, to several paddles, straps, canes and even whips hanging from hooks.

“Flashmale here will take you to your new dormitory, which you will share with those other new boys who do not return home for holidays;” announced Dr. Strapam, from behind his huge wooden desk, at the end of his welcoming talk, “he will later show you round your new environment and introduce you to some of its ways, traditions and personalities. I’m sure that you will enjoy your 9-year stay with us and will learn much. I look forward to becoming more intimately acquainted with you both later. You may go. You’ll take good care of our new pretties, won’t you, Flashmale!” For some reason, both boys did not like the new title awarded to them by the middle-aged headmaster, nor the smirk borne on his rather ugly face.

Flashmale replied only with a smile and escorted the two new boys out of the room. “Leave your bags where they are;” commanded the 18 years old, “the headmaster will look after them, for you won’t be requiring the contents. Now, follow me!” Flashmale was really looking forward to the year ahead, the last of nine that he would spend here as a pupil although he had ambitions to stay on as part of the staff. Flasmale had finally reached a position from which he could exact revenge for all the humiliation and abuse, both physical and sexual, that he had suffered over the previous eight years. These two handsome 10 years olds looked as if they would make ideal material on which to start. As well as their pretty faces, he particularly liked the appearance of the sweet round mounds that comprised their bottoms, the deliciously curvaceous shape of which was delightfully revealed by the tight breeches they wore under their under-sized jackets. Flashmale’s smile broadened when he thought of what he and others would do to those bums over the years ahead.

Flashmale escorted the two youngsters, very uneasy at leaving behind the carpet-bags that contained their soon-to-be sold spare clothes and other personal possessions, along a myriad of cold unwelcoming corridors and stairwells, quiet at this time of day because most pupils were at lessons of one kind or another. The threesome eventually came to a third floor passageway with many doors and passed through one. Inside was the newcomers’ new dormitory, empty because the other 14 occupants were currently elsewhere. It was a long room with a tall window at the far end and 8 beds spaced evenly on either side. Each bed had one pillow, clean but off-white with age, and, neatly folded on top, several similarly clean but old blankets. A small narrow wardrobe was to the left of each bunk.

Flashmale showed the boys to their own beds, adjacent to each other and nearest to the door on the righthandside. “You make your own beds every night and leave them like this every morning” he informed the newcomers. You will find everything you need for your life here in your wardrobes. Please remove your clothes and put on the garments in the wardrobe, which should fit. You see, Dr. Strapam likes all pupils, except those in the final two years, to have a uniform appearance. I shall return in about half an hour to collect what you have discarded. Like the contents of your bag, you won’t be needing them again. Once you’re dressed in your new attire, I’ll introduce you more fully to your new world.”

When Flashmale had gone, the disconsolate 10 years olds both sat on their beds facing each other. Tom saw tears begin to form in his companion’s eyes and asked what was wrong. “I want to go home,” groaned the boy, “I want my mother and father alive again and be with them in our lovely house in Yorkshire. I’m now so alone!” Tom deeply sympathised with the sentiment and replied “Well, I feel the same but it can never happen. We’re here, so let’s make the best of it and you’re never alone if you’re with a friend.” Tom reached his right hand out towards his soulmate, into the 1-yard gap that separated the beds, and said “I’m Tom Brown, it’s nice to meet you!” The other boy wiped his tears away before extending his own hand. “I’m Christopher West,” he declared, cheering up a little, “it’s nice to meet you too!”

“We’d better see what they want us to wear,” advised Tom, and both boys stood up to look inside their wardrobes. It seemed that their attire was to consist of simple buttoned grey shirts with black shorts, underpants and socks and, a rare luxury for the school, black leather shoes. There were also black bobbled caps and short string ties. They were all laundered but had clearly been used previously. “They look a little on the small side to me” suggested Christopher. “We won’t know until we try them on” advised Tom. The boys smiled at each other and began to take their jackets and footwear off.

As both boys were inherently shy, they turned away from each other when it became time to remove their shirts and breeches but could not avoid having quick regular sneak peaks at the other whilst doing so. Both experienced tingles in their groins when the other’s underbreeches had to be removed to be replaced with the black underpants, and both felt that their new friend’s briefly revealed light pink bum was very nice.

When they had finished, the duo looked at each other and laughed but uneasily. Their shirts, shorts and underpants were all very tight and displayed the immaculate contours of their bodies to perfection. The very short shorts were particularly revealing for they extended no lower than the groin and were sufficiently close fitting to highlight the curves of their buttocks and the bulge created by their genitals. However, both boys thought that the other looked very exotic in the uniform and felt the tingling in their loins intensifying.

Flashmale then re-entered and inspected the two new boys, having them turn slowly before him so that he could feast his eyes on their sublime forms. He considered them more erotic than exotic, a feeling illustrated by his hidden erection. ‘Yes,’ he thought to himself as he temporarily departed with the boys’ old attire, which would be disposed of, along with their other possessions, at the next weekly market in the village, ‘I’m going to enjoy the next three terms.’

(To be continued in Chapter 3 – ‘Introductions’)