The Other Tom Brown's Schooldays

By Pueros

Chapter 8 – Studies

(Northumberland, England, September 1803)

Tom had sat down gingerly at his desk on the morning of his second full day of studies, his bottom smarting. He noticed that Jones D was doing likewise, presumably as a result of his thrashing from Younglove. Tom, still innocent in the ways of the world, was not to know that his classmate’s problem had not been as a result of a beating across his backside with a cane but rather up his bum with another, more human, implement. Jones D no longer retained his own innocence. However, as a reward, the Form-master, immensely contented after a night of ecstasy, stopped picking on his newly inducted catamite, the campaign having succeeded in its aim. In fact, the man was so happy that he did not even bother returning his chastising attentions to Tom, at least for now.

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.

(To be continued in Chapter 9 – ‘Balls’)