The Other Tom Brown's Schooldays 4

By Pueros

(Hist, BD, b/b)

Chapter 4 – Initiations

(Northumberland, England, September 1803)

The equally appalled Tom and Christopher were escorted by the grinning Flashmale back to their dormitory, paying a quick visit to their bathroom en-route to clean some spilt gooey white liquid from their right hands. When they eventually entered the dormitory, the lads were confronted with the fourteen other 10 years olds with whom they would intimately live for the next nine years, all standing and seemingly eagerly awaiting the new boys’ arrival. At the forefront of the group stood a pretty boy, with straight black hair and dark brown eyes, who was taller than the rest. Flashmale introduced the newcomers to this boy. “This is the dormleader,” the Headboy announced, “he’s called Morton. Morton, this is Brown T and West.” Three ‘Helloes’ were quietly uttered from three lovely 10 years old mouths. “I’ll let Morton make the other introductions,” declared a smiling Flashmale, “and I’ll leave whilst you get acquainted. I look forward to seeing you both in the hall for our evening meal, and of course later for your initiations!” The Headboy left joyously for he was really looking forward to seeing the two new boys in the nude later and caning the one who lost the race round the quadrangle. Meanwhile, he would spend part of the next hour enjoying his fag’s anus, for the 11 years old would have been released an hour prematurely from class to attend to the Headboy’s early evening needs.

“Well,” Morton asked rhetorically, as he approached the two newcomers with an evil look on his face, “what have we here? Two ugly little brats by the look of it! Now, you two new snots, let’s make things clear. I run this dorm as I see fit and what I say goes! Understand?” He then prodded Tom in the chest. Tom recognised a bully when he saw one and also recognised that this was a defining moment for, if he let the taller lad cower him now, he, presumably like the others, would have to bow to his bullying authority in future. Tom therefore returned Morton’s push but with more force and said “I don’t think so!” Morton immediately lunged at Tom and soon both boys were wrestling with each other on the ground, with the bigger lad beginning to gain the ascendancy. Christopher decided that it was time to intervene to help his friend but, before he could do so, the door opened.

“What’s the commotion?” asked an 18 years old. The fight stopped and the two dishevelled young combatants regained their feet. Morton answered “Just a misunderstanding between me and one of the new boys, sir.” “Fighting, eh,” commented the 18 years old, “you know that I’ll have to report that to the Headboy. I’m disappointed in you, Morton, for, as dormleader, I expect better behaviour from you.” The 18 years old paused, whilst he carefully appraised the newcomer’s delicious forms, before continuing “So, these are the two new boys. I’m Cox, the prefect for this dorm. Introduce yourselves!” Tom and Christopher complied.

Cox retorted “It looks as if I’m going to have my hands full with you, Brown T. Fighting and earning yourself a thrashing on your first day! Now behave yourself or else!” Cox began to leave but, before he closed the door, he added with a smirk “I look forward to seeing you two new boys later, or should I say nude boys?” The door closed to the sound of laughter from the prefect. Tom and Christopher both blushed.

Tom turned towards Morton. He expected the bully to try to claim supremacy over him in another quieter way, possibly with the help of the others. However, he was faced by a boy whose expression had changed for his eyes now showed esteem. “Well, we’re both in for it,” Morton remarked sadly, “the Headboy’s bound to punish us for fighting but I hope there’s no hard feelings between us. Sorry to have started out on the wrong foot but I need to gain the respect of the others in order to do my job properly.” He held out his right hand and requested “Please call me Jonathan!”

The dormleader introduced his new friends to the other thirteen boys and then sat next to Tom on the new boy’s bed and chatted with him and Christopher, sat opposite on his own. The sixteen later set off as a group to consume their evening meal, although the new boys had little appetite and gave most of their stew away. The group eventually returned to the dormitory just as the school clock, set in the top of the wall high above the main entrance, was chiming 7 o’clock. Jonathan announced “I’m sorry to have to say this but the Headboy’s instructed me to get you ready for your initiation. You’re both to toilet and have a bath before redressing in your white gymnasium shorts, which you’ll find in your wardrobes. I know that it’s not a nice school tradition but we’ve all been through it. I’m also sorry that you’re not as lucky as we were. There were over 60 boys in our race and I’m glad to say that none of us came last. A poor lad from Adonis house, who had tripped, did that. He’s small and only looks about 8 years old. Nevertheless, Flashmale didn’t spare the cane on his bum afterwards. I don’t want to worry you but, at the same time, I think that you should be prepared for one of you will suffer likewise.”

Tom and Christopher looked at each other with deep dismay for the victory of one would entail the caning of his friend. They reluctantly agreed that they would both go all out to win so that it was the slower on the day who had to suffer. They then went with the dormleader to the toilet/bathroom, empty at this time of day, taking their gymnasium shorts with them. Jonathan, after inserting a plug and turning a tap to start filling one of the baths, advised “Place your clothes in the laundry basket, for you won’t be needing them again today, toilet and then wash. Do so thoroughly because you’ll be beaten if your cleanliness doesn’t satisfy the Headboy. I’m sorry about the cold water. It’s horrible to bathe in and I don’t think that any of us will ever get used to it but it’s one of the many unpleasantnesses we’re all going to have to put up with here. After you’ve dried, put your shorts on and return to the dorm. Don’t worry about the shorts being rather tight, they all are and, anyway, you won’t be wearing them for long. Try not to spend too much time because I’m to deliver you to the quad by 8 o’clock or else the punishment I’m now due from the Headboy could become worse. See you later!”

Jonathan left the new boys to perform their toilet and ablutions. Tom and Christopher looked at each other with abashment until the former suggested “Look, it’s obvious that we’re going to see each other naked very often, so we have to learn not to be shy of undressing in front of each other.” He then began to strip in front of Christopher, who quickly followed. Tom was soon reduced to just his underpants and waited for his friend to reach the same situation. “Together!” he recommended and both boys pulled their underwear down to their ankles simultaneously. Two little erections popped into view and both lads giggled at the sight, their embarrassment receding at viewing their mutual excitement.

They both used the urinal but did not need the chamberpots for they had eaten little in days because of their trepidation at coming to their new home. They then stepped into the relevant bath where the cold water was now about a foot deep. Both boys immediately developed goosepimples through the chill surrounding their lower legs but their little cocks remained hard. Tom turned the tap off and said “I suggest that we wash each other’s backs.” Christopher replied, in a noticeably eager tone, “Good idea!” “Let’s get the bath over with then,” continued Tom, “or we’ll die of cold standing here.” He then sat down. Christopher hesitated as he saw that Tom was now shivering but was enticed to his own sitting posture when his friend teased “Come on scaredy cat!”

The boys obeyed Johnathan’s advice and washed thoroughly in the chilly liquid, although both momentarily seemed to forget the cold when the backs of their bodies were being washed by their companion. They stood for this assignment to be accomplished and both penises became even more rigid as the administrations proceeded, particularly when attention was applied to the lovely curvature of their buttocks.

The bodily cleansing was eventually finished and the new boys dried themselves. They both encountered difficulty in putting their tight short shorts on, especially as they were still sporting erections, but finally managed to complete the task. Tom and Christopher then checked each other to make sure everything was fine. They waited for a few minutes afterwards to try to let the hardness in their penises, clearly outlined under their shorts, subside so that they could return to their dorm with the minimum of embarrassment. However, both boys could not achieve the feat. Strangely, even thinking of the shame and possible pain to come did not help. Instead, it only increased the size of their problem. In the end, they gave up and returned to the dormitory in the hope that no-one would notice. Jonathan’s smile and tease that “You seemed to have enjoyed your baths”, along with the chortles of the other thirteen boys, quickly showed how vain that hope had been.

The school clock chimed the three-quarter hour and Jonathan declared “Time to go!” The threesome reluctantly set off. The other thirteen proceeded to the 11 years old dormitory, located on the other side of the outside corridor and where the window overlooked the quadrangle, to ascertain whether the older boys would permit them to watch the fun. When Tom and Christopher, escorted by their dormleader, emerged into the autumn twilight, they were amazed at how many boys were peering down at them from the candlelit windows above, which shone sufficient light down to illuminate the scene nicely. A number of men were also taking in the view, including the headmaster.

Both boys shivered when they saw Flashmale standing by the central stocks for the 18 years old held a long cane in his right hand. Jonathan led Tom and Christopher towards him. Flashmale’s mouth dried when he saw the angelic visions approach. He was enthralled by the immaculacy of their now revealed lithe upper bodies and legs, a feeling considerably intensified by perceiving the clearly defined evidence of their guilty arousal. However, the Headboy, now with his own rampant erection, somehow managed to compose himself sufficiently to say “Welcome, Brown T and West to the first part of your initiation into school life!”

Flashmale went on to explain the race rules “You are to start in the north-west corner of the quad and, at my signal, are to run clockwise around the surrounding path. Anyone who steps onto the grass will automatically lose. The first to return to the starting point will be the winner. If the race is very close, I reserve the right to use my own judgement in declaring the victor. The loser will be placed in the stocks to receive ten strokes of this cane across his backside. If I decide that a tie has occurred, you will both receive five strokes.” Tom and Christopher looked at each other and recognised each other’s thoughts. “Any questions?” asked the Headboy. “No, sir,” the new boys answered in turn.

“Good!” responded Flashmale, “Now remove your shorts, give them to Morton and assume your starting positions!” Tom and Christopher moved their hands either side of their shorts but hesitated to proceed further, being acutely aware of the many eyes fixed on them. “Hurry up!” ordered the Headboy impatiently, “we haven’t got all day and you’ve got nothing underneath that I haven’t seen before.” Tom glanced again at Christopher, smiled and again mouthed “Together!” but silently this time.

Both blushing boys pushed downwards on the sides of their shorts, which slowly slid down their loins. When their hard cocks popped into view, a couple of the watching men, alone at their windows above and with their own erections in their hands, orgasmed. Tom and Christopher gave their shorts to Jonathan, who was also red-faced but with pre-adolescent desire not shame. The new boys covered their embarrassment with their hands but Flashmale did not mind for he knew that they would be unable to maintain this cover when running.

Tom and Christopher walked gingerly across the grass, keeping their hands carefully in place, to the required starting position, where a white line had been painted across the path just before the corner. Flashmale followed, his hard-on intensifying at the view he now had of the lustrous 10 years old virgin posteriors. “I shall hold the cane in the air,” the Headboy advised the new boys, “and, when I bring it down again, the race can start.” Flashmale raised the cruel implement, which had tasted many boys’ bums over the years, and commanded “Ready!” He was happy to observe that both newcomers were now compelled to remove the protection afforded by their hands to their hard cocks whilst assuming their starting postures. “Steady!” he instructed and paused for a moment, feasting his eyes on the magnificent scene. He excitedly noticed that both sets of exposed smooth genitalia were beautifully proportioned, with lovely small ball sacs dangling under horizontal little penises, before reluctantly bringing this delicious observance to an end by bringing the cane down and ordering “Go!”

Tom and Christopher were both fast runners and sprinted round the quadrangle with estimable speed for ones so young. The naked boys were soon on the home straight, with Tom slightly ahead. However, as the winning line approached, he deliberately slowed a little to let his friend catch up and they were inseparable as they crossed their objective to resounding cheering from above. Flashmale was delighted to declare a dead-heat for he could now cane two young bottoms, albeit with only five strokes each.

Flashmale ordered the now frightened 10 years old to the stocks and swung up the tops of the two smallest on their hinges. He told the new boys to place their heads and wrists in the relevant semicircles on the lower parts of the wooden contraptions. Tom and Christopher reluctantly moved their hands away from the still excited genitals that they were again trying to cover in order to fulfil the instruction. When they had finally attained the required stance, the Headboy lowered the tops of the stocks and locked them in place, to accompanying laughter from above. The new boys now found that their heads and hands were securely encased and that they were slightly bent over, their bums nicely presented for their punishment. Flashmale then tied the initiates’ ankles, with rope from his pockets, to metal rings embedded in the stocks’ wooden bases, so that they were about two feet apart.

“Right,” Flashmale wondered aloud, “who should I start with? I know, I’ll alternate but you’ll have the honour of the first blow, Brown T, because you’re first alphabetically.” The Headboy assumed the requisite position and tormented the scared newcomer by rubbing the cane up and down the boy’s sublime bottom, causing the 10 years old penis to quiver visibly. Flashmale laughed at the sight of the young cock’s reaction before finally removing the cane from the smooth skin to a position above his head. Although he had only recently been at the delivery end of the process, as opposed to the receiving end, he had, with relish, become rapidly proficient at inflicting this particular punishment. “Ready……steady……go!” he teased before landing the first vicious blow across Tom’s previously unchastised posterior to renewed cheering from above and loud screaming from the victim. As a nasty red stripe began to form across the middle of the boy’s previously immaculate and unblemished bum, the watching Headmaster climaxed in his rooms above. “The first of many, I think, that you’ll receive over the next nine years, Brown T,” Flashmale cruelly but correctly observed before moving to take up position behind the other terrified new boy.

Flashmale practised the same ritual on young West as he had on Brown before also achieving the same result. The Headboy proceeded with the rest of the sobbing boys’ punishment with great deliberation for he wanted both to appreciate fully every blow and to mark both lovely backsides with a neat pattern comprising five parallel red stripes. As he proceeded to accomplish both aims, he was happy to observe that both newcomers appeared to be enjoying themselves as much as he was for their little erections seemed to become slowly bigger.

When Flashmale had finished, he gave the cane to Morton and ran his fingers over his handiwork, feeling the heat now present along segments of the four lovely buttocks. “Good!” he commented to himself before announcing “I’ll leave you both now so that you can cool down after your excitement. I’ll be back at 10 o’clock to guide you to the woods where you’re to spend the night. While I’m gone, you’ll probably find that some of the staff might just happen to stroll across the quad and will take the opportunity to introduce themselves to you. However, you needn’t worry about your fellow pupils for the quad’s out of bounds to them at this time of night. See you later!” Flashmale then departed with Morton, with the Headboy’s rigid cock in desperate need of his 11 years old fag’s mouth.

Flashmale was correct that many of the staff would, coincidentally on purpose, find themselves wandering across the quadrangle over the next hour and a quarter, something they only seemed to do when the stocks were in use. However, the Headboy, as he knew he would be, was wrong about the adults introducing themselves. All, coming individually, in pairs or in larger groups, said things only to their companions as they walked round the tearful newcomers, closely scrutinising the boys’ delicious still-aroused bodies, vividly displaying Flashmale’s ministrations. Most left to gain relief for their own sexual arousal from their boy favourites.

Flashmale returned, as promised, at 10 o’clock. All the windows above were now devoid of onlookers for it was candles out time for years 1 to 8 and most of the older in-mates of the school had also taken to their beds, although usually not alone. Whilst he had been gone, the Headboy had had to sodomise his fag again. The 11 years old’s act of fellatio had, on its own, not been sufficient to satisfy the acute passions accumulated within the 18 years old’s body as a result of overseeing the first part of the newcomers’ initiation. After walking round the new boys for one final visual treat in the moonlight, Flashmale released the tear-stained youngsters from their demeaning and discomforting restraints and, after allowing them to rub their arms and legs to remove the intense stiffness that had developed in the limbs, ordered “Follow me!” Tom and Christopher tried to hide their now semi-erect cocks from view as they complied.

Flashmale guided the nude boys out of the quadrangle, along some empty dark corridors and out of the school’s main entrance. The threesome walked across a wide playing field, still damp from recent rain, and this caused goosepimples to return to the 10 years old bodily complexions. Their way was illuminated only by the moonlight but it was sufficiently full to allow them to see where they were going. The threesome eventually came to the edge of the woods. “Your bed for the night!” announced the smirking Flashmale “I suggest that you find somewhere nice to sleep. Don’t try to return to the school or sleep anywhere else because, if you’re found out, the punishment for not fulfilling the full requirements of the initiation rituals are very severe. Anyway, you’re lucky tonight for it’s dry and not too cool. When I was initiated, it rained all night and was very cold. Don’t try to go too far into the wood because it becomes very dark, even in this moonlight, and you might have an accident. Morton will come to find you just before 6 o’clock. Sleep well!” The Headboy then made his way back to the school and his quarters, the room warmed by a coal fire and his bed by his fag. He took the opportunity to have a quick last glance at the newcomers’ nicely patterned bottoms as he departed and his cock again grew. Flashmale wondered how, on this occasion, he would require the 11 years old to attempt to alleviate the hardness.

Tom and Christopher stared back at the rapidly disappearing Headboy. Both were shivering but mainly from apprehension rather than cold. “We’ll have to do what he says,” Tom eventually suggested. “You’re right,” replied Christopher before asking “but how’s your bum? It was very kind of you to sacrifice it to five strokes of the cane to save me from the full punishment.” “That’s what friends are for,” declared Tom before adding “but it’s still stinging!” “So’s mine,” advised Christopher. Tom then took his friend’s left hand in his own right hand and said “Come on, let’s find our bed!”

The two naked boys carefully picked their way through the dark leaf-covered entrance to the wood, trying to avoid standing on twigs or nettles or encountering bracken. They had to backtrack a few times before they came across a small leaf-lined hollow, illuminated by a shaft of moonlight filtering through a gap in the covering tree branches. “How about this?” asked Tom. “We’re unlikely to find anything better in this darkness,” remarked Christopher. Tom knelt in the hollow and commented “It looks as if it’s been used for this purpose before, which isn’t surprising when you consider that sixty or more boys a year have to go through this ridiculous ritual. Come on join me!” Tom then lay face-up on the cool, slightly wet surface, and his goosepimples became more prominent. When Christopher had joined him, Tom asked sheepishly “Would you let me hold you for warmth for I think that the night’ll only get cooler.” “I was thinking the same thing,” his friend replied and the two boys wrapped their arms and legs around each other, smiles simultaneously returning to their faces.

They lay together silent for a while, eyes wide open, listening to the strange sounds and rustles around them and feeling their friend’s hard cocks pressed against their bodies. Tom eventually broke the silence by boldly asking “What do you think makes our cocks become hard?” “Don’t know,” was Christopher’s slightly embarrassed reply. “When it does become hard,” continued Tom remorselessly, now shedding all reticence over the subject, “I get a tingly feeling down there and have a strange urge to rub it.” “So do I,” confessed his friend beginning to warm to the topic. “However,” Tom proceeded with abandon, “I’d prefer to rub yours!” There was a pregnant silence before Tom felt his friend’s thumb and forefinger gently grip his little erection and begin to slide themselves up and down. Tom happily reached for Christopher’s hard-on to return the compliment. The two 10years olds were soon to experience the pleasures of their first dry orgasms, which enabled them subsequently to drift swiftly into a deep sleep, exhausted by the day’s events and fearful for the future but also content for now in their mutual embrace.

(To be continued in Chapter 5 – “Lessons”)