The Other Tom Brown's Schooldays 12

By Pueros

Chapter 12 – Christmas

(Northumberland, England, November 1803)

Tom’s body quivered in orgasm as his cock spilled a small amount of white fluid onto the grass of the sheep pasture beneath him. During Dr. Ballsoff’s last medical check-up of Brown T’s wondrous 10 years old form, the school Physician had been intrigued to discover that another youngster so tender in age had begun to produce semen. He had noticed that it was a phenomenon fairly common amongst the staff’s most favoured catamites and put it down to the kind early exposure of the boys to regular comprehensive sexual activity.

After eventually calming from his sexual ecstasy, Tom shook his penis to try to remove the last signs of his secret pleasure from his cockhead before being encouraged by the ever-encroaching barking of the pursuing beagles to continue his dash towards the forest, still half a mile away. The 10 years old was later about 450 yards from the trees when he realised, from the now almost deafening sound of the hounds behind him, that he was not going to reach the cover of the trees in time. It was also then that he saw the boy on the horse riding skilfully and speedily towards him from his right.

It did not take long for the well-dressed young rider to catch the naked young runner and he did so just before the beagles. “Quick,” the young horseman, about four years older than Tom, instructed, whilst proffering a hand down to the now very scared young bait, “climb up or the dogs will have you!” The 10 years old did not hesitate to accept the offer and soon found himself, after a little bit of trouble ascending the tall mount, clinging to the rear of his saviour as the steed bounded north to safety in the nick of time. The fox’s brush, still worn by the nude and caught in the speedy draught, unfurled horizontally rearwards, resembling an impertinent tongue extended at the now frustrated and defeated hounds. The illusion was intensified by the fact that the tail was emerging from between two cheeks.

Having eventually achieved a safe distance, the rider brought his horse to a trot before turning his head towards his naked passenger, still clinging tightly to his clothed body, and advising, in a very posh voice, “Hello, old chap, I’m Abernethy, James Abernethy.” “Brown, T,” the younger boy, deeply relieved at his narrow escape but now also intensely ashamed of his nudity, responded, “and thanks for your help.” “No problem, old chap. I knew that today was the day of Soddamhall School’s special hunt, so I thought I’d take a ride to see if I could help a chap in trouble. Luckily, old chap, you were running in my direction and I saw you, apparently just in time, although you might have made safety on your own if you hadn’t stopped to play with yourself!” The sudden revelation that his rescuer had observed his masturbation caused the 10 years old to blush from head to toe.

“How did you….” Tom began to ask before his intended query was answered. “I brought a spyglass, old chap,” James informed, whilst patting the instrument, now secured in a special pocket on the side of his saddle, “as I thought that it would come in handy to spot you. I was right, although my right eye espied more than expected!” The sudden redness of the 10 years old’s delicious bare form intensified on hearing the explanation.

“Don’t worry, old chap,” James reassured, “I won’t tell anyone. It’ll be our little secret. Anyway, all boys indulge in the practice after they’ve reached a certain age, including me. However, I must say, old chap, that you’re the youngest I’ve known who can produce sperm. I was very impressed!” Tom’s embarrassment had begun to subside with the pleasant and unperturbed tone of the 14 years old’s comments, and was almost replaced by pride at hearing this last remark.

“I hope that you don’t mind, old chap,” announced James, “but I’m taking us home where I can secure you some cover and refreshment. Don’t worry, I’ll sneak you in without anyone seeing you in your current state and I’ll take you back to your school later when it’s safe to do so.” Tom’s transformation from frightened and shamed bait to relaxed and nonchalant boy was now completed by these phrases, soothingly spoken. The 10 years old’s feeling of affinity with and gratitude to his rescuer caused him to rest the side of his head on the 14 years old’s back and tighten his hold on the lad’s covered form. The rider’s already hard cock began to throb in response.

Meanwhile, about three miles behind them, the pack of beagles had been recalled by horn to their handlers and the disappointed dogs and almost 50 men proceeded despondently to the barn of Farmer Loveboy, where the post-hunt luncheon had been laid out. There was plenty of food and ale to enjoy but sadly no boy afters. The hounds would not have harmed Tom, if they had caught him, as they had been trained just to corner the bait. Instead, it was customary for the men to cause the captured youngster hurt by enjoying his young orifices throughout the rest of the day and night. It was an annual drunken orgy to which all the participants, except the youngest, looked forward with eager anticipation and this was the first time that sexual aspirations had been denied.

“Did you see who the rider was?” asked an angry and frustrated Gamesmaster. “No,” replied an equally aggrieved Headmaster, “but, given the location, I suspect that it was young Abernethy. If that’s the case, there’s little that can done. His family’s too influential in these parts. After all, they own most of the land around here, including that upon which we’re currently standing. Loveboy’s one of their tenant farmers!”

Tom had never seen a house so grand as James guided his horse into its vast landscaped grounds through an entrance whose huge open elaborate ironwork gates were supported by massive stone columns, crowned with carved lions. “Do you really live here?” the incredulous 10 years old enquired, after lifting his head from the 14 years old to peer round the lad’s back at the impressive scene.

“Yes, old chap,” James answered, “my part of the family’s resided here for hundreds of years, although the main branch are Scottish. My father’s another James, Sir James Abernethy, one of the more junior members of a line that also boasts several Lords and a Clan Leader.” Tom was momentarily speechless.

James then steered his steed off the long main pathway that led up to the distant mansion and into an adjacent wood. “There’s a tunnel that leads from the trees, old chap,” the 14 years old advised the puzzled 10 years old, “to the house where there are many secret passageways, a legacy of more troublesome times when they all formed part of an escape route. We’ll use the system to smuggle you in to prevent your current embarrassment being seen before I acquire some attire for you and introduce you to our kitchens for some sustenance.” Tom’s grateful clinging hug of his rescuer’s body became more pronounced in response to the announcement, much to the delight of the recipient’s cock.

The two mounted boys eventually came to a small stone outbuilding hidden amongst the trees, not far from the large mansion. James quickly climbed off his horse and looked up at the delectable Tom. The 14 years old noticed that the 10 years old’s own penis was also again hard, pointing horizontally along the animal’s back. The sight caused the obvious bulge, within his own long but tight brown trousers, to increase in size. However, he somehow managed to offer the young nude a helping hand to dismount from the tall steed.

“Thanks,” Tom politely said, as he was aided safely to the ground after his first ever horse ride, “thanks for everything.” “No problem, old chap,” James replied, a little disappointed to lose sight of the 10 years old’s erection as young protective hands quickly covered the embarrassing arousal. “Follow me,” the 14 years old gently commanded as he then strode purposefully towards the door of the outbuilding.

Tom had now appreciated how handsome James was, his straight red hair crowning a lovely face bejewelled by gorgeous brown eyes, located above a slim lithe body. The 10 years old’s genital excitement intensified as a result of the realisation.

Tom followed his rescuer inside the outbuilding to find a gloomy single windowless room with a stone floor, empty apart from a few oil lamps and a flintlock mechanism. James used the latter to light one of the lanterns and went to the far wall to press his free hand firmly against one of the stones from which the barrier was constructed. The block depressed inwards and suddenly, to the naked 10 years old’s amazement, an opening appeared in the apparently solid floor. His dressed 14 years old companion then began walking down some steps below the aperture into darkness, whilst suggesting “Follow me again, old chap, there’s nothing to be afraid of!”

Tom shivered as he complied because, in contrast to the surprisingly warm and pleasant autumnal day outside, the tunnel was cold and he could see his breath condense in the lamplight. James paused at the foot of the steps to allow the 10 years old to catch up with him and, observing the younger boy’s shivering, placed the lantern on the floor in order to begin the removal of his brown jacket. “Sorry, thoughtless of me, old chap,” the 14 years old announced as he proffered the garment to the young nude, “you’ll catch pneumonia down here without some cover. Take this, it’ll help keep the chill away!”

Tom was very happy to accept the offer, as the jacket not only represented warmth but also some cover for his bare body. James was less content, as the garment hid much pleasantry from view, but he was too honourably considerate not to make the gesture. As the 10 years old dressed, the 14 years old was delighted to notice, before it was again hidden from sight, that the younger boy’s cock had remained aroused despite the cold.

The jacket would, of course, normally be too big for Tom but not on this occasion. The buttoned front was designed to finish at the waist but now terminated just below the groin and the long twin tails at the back trailed to the floor, so completely hiding his lustrous posterior. James could not help but utter a low sigh of regret as the 10 years old’s immaculate form gained some cover. However, the lustful 14 years old was already planning to restore, and become much better acquainted with, the delightful vision later, an objective dictated by the needs of his rampant cock, which was maintaining the obvious protuberance at the front of his trousers.

“Right, old chap,” James declared, after Tom had given appropriate thanks for his rescuer’s kindness, “let’s go!” The 14 years old then picked up the lamp, pressed another stone to close the opening above and started to walk down the now very dark tunnel. The 10 years old, finding the environment rather creepy, followed quickly in the older boy’s wake.

“Things shouldn’t be too bad, old chap,” James suggested as they proceeded into the blackness, “because, as my younger brother and I play here often, my father asks some of our groundsmen to clean the tunnel regularly. You should therefore find the floor underneath your bare feet not too uncomfortable and we shouldn’t encounter too many spiders’ webs or other nasties. The lamplight should also cause any rats around to flee.” However, for some reason, the reassurance only caused Tom’s concern about what lurked about him to intensify. The 10 years old began to shiver again, but not now as a result of the low temperature.

The two boys advanced steadily, passing several side passageways as they did so, before James announced, after reaching yet another junction, “We turn left here, old chap. There’re some long stairs ahead that lead straight to my bedroom!” The 14 years old’s cock began to throb at the thought of what he hoped to do when that goal had been attained.

The climb up the steps was long and quite tiring and the two boys were breathing heavily by the time James, panting not entirely due to exhaustion, pressed another stone and a wooden wall panel opened outwards to reveal sunlight streaming through a large window into his huge opulent bedroom. The 14 years old invited the 10 years old inside before triggering the devise that closed the secret entrance to the tunnel.

“Welcome to my abode, old chap,” James triumphantly announced. Tom was again momentarily speechless at the splendours of his rescuer’s bedroom, with its immense four-poster bed and scenic view through the window of the magnificent mansion gardens. However, the 10 years old eventually managed to compose himself to remark in awe “What a lovely room!” He also remembered his manners and added “I must thank you once more for all your help. If there’s anything that I can do for you in return, please let me know.” It was the opportunity for which the 14 years old had been praying.

“Well, actually, old chap,” advised James, “there is something!”

Meanwhile, the Gamesmaster asked the Headmaster, in Farmer Loveboy’s barn and in a slightly slurred voice as the effects of several pints of strong ale began to materialise, “Should I go and fetch some of the pupils to entertain us?” Dr. Strapam considered his answer for a moment before replying “No, I don’t think so. It would break all the hunt’s traditions. The other boys haven’t done anything to deserve such molestation and I think it right to keep such attention reserved as the forfeit for being caught as the bait. No, we’ll just have to accept defeat with grace as gentlemen and hope for better next year!”

Mr. Hardcock, like most of the other deeply disappointed hunters, was not happy with Dr. Strapam’s response, as he felt that the lack of boy entertainment spoiled the occasion. However, he knew better than to argue with the Headmaster. The Gamesmaster therefore had to content himself with more ale and the thought of enjoying young Morton that night, whilst his employer would undoubtedly be securing simultaneous revenge on Brown T.

Tom, again noticing the bulge on the front of his rescuer’s trousers, had an idea what the answer would be when he asked “What, then, can I do in return?” James, smiling sweetly, decided that it was best to be blunt and replied “Do you know what the hunters would have done to you if you’d been caught?” The 10 years old responded sheepishly “I think so!” to which the 14 years old rejoined “Well, old chap, instead of having the cocks of almost 50 men inside you, would you mind having mine?”

James was worried how Brown T would react to his request. However, the 14 years old received a pleasant surprise when Tom, grinning happily, removed the jacket that covered him, folding the garment neatly over a chair, before standing naked and erect, hands at his sides, in front of his rescuer to announce “That’s acceptable to me, old chap!”

James had never removed his own clothing so quickly in his life and soon he and Tom were kissing, embracing and fondling each other on top of four-poster bed. The 10 years old later sucked the 14 years old’s cock almost to climax before, lying face up, he raised his legs, holding them in place with his hands, to present his pink sphincter to his rescuer’s engorged penis. The subsequent eager but tender invasion of the youngster’s anus by the older boy’s rampant member was the first time that the recipient experienced no pain as a result of sodomy. In fact, both the young lovers only garnered acute ecstasy as their copulation proceeded to simultaneous orgasm to many accompanying groans of intense pleasure.

James began to shed tears as his semen poured into Tom’s innards, whilst at the same time the 10 years old’s vibrating cock erupted a smaller amount of sperm, forming a little pool around the younger boy’s navel. The 14 years old kept his softening penis inside his young lover for a while after coitus until he finally collapsed onto the bed in delighted exhaustion, whilst still producing a few tears.

“Why are you crying?” a concerned Tom enquired. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, old chap,” answered James, “that was my first time with anyone. I think I’m crying because I’m so happy!” “Oh, is that all,” retorted a relieved 10 years old, as he ran his hand under the 14 years old’s lovely back to restore an embrace, “shall we now make it a second time?”

James smiled and began to rub Tom’s own semen into the 10 years old’s sublime belly. “Do you know, old chap,” the 14 years old later announced, after more delicious foreplay and as he moved his mouth towards the younger boy’s re-hardened cock, “I don’t know what your first name is. What does the ‘T’ in Brown T stand for?”

Over two hours later, the two new friends finally emerged from James’ bedroom. Both boys sported expensive finery, with Tom’s now fitting almost perfectly as his host had borrowed the attire from his younger brother. The 10 years old subsequently ate a sumptuous meal in the kitchens, served by the chief cook herself, before being conveyed back to Soddamhall School in Sir James Abernethy’s own liveried carriage and accompanied by the young heir to the Baronetcy. The youngster’s return was in marked contract to his naked departure from the educational establishment earlier in the day.

The smiling James’ last words to his new friend, as the latter disembarked from the ornate conveyance to incredulous stares from those school staff and pupils who witnessed the scene, were “Remember, Tom, old chap, I’ll be asking my father to make sure that the Headmaster let’s you come to visit me often. I’m taught at home by my own tutor and I therefore only have my younger brother to, er, play with. However, he doesn’t play the time of games that we do!” The 10 years old grinned on hearing the cheeky remark before the 14 years old continued “Also, don’t forget, Tom, old chap, if you encounter any problems here, let me know straight away!” Shortly afterwards the boys waved goodbye to each other as the carriage began to leave the scholastic grounds.

Tom’s new finery did not remain on his body for long but it was removed not just to be returned, with thanks, to Sir James Abernethy. It was now early evening and the boy soon found himself in Dr. Strapam’s bed, as the Headmaster wanted to make up for time and opportunity lost earlier in the day. “Congratulations on your success in the hunt,” the Doctor of Divinity said as he penetrated the lad, eliciting a loud shriek from the young catamite as his anus was filled yet again but by a much larger intruder than that encountered earlier in the day.

(Northumberland, England, December 1803)

The week before Christmas had arrived and the conspiratorial uncle set off for the north of England by public coach. His destination would take a few days and eventually a change of transport to attain. However, he was looking forward to witnessing his nephew’s castration, an operation that would make the man and his son very rich.

Meanwhile, Dr. Ballsoff had already made his preparations for the imminent gelding and had invited Brown T for the periodic check of the boy’s delectable body.

As the school Physician closely examined the naked 10 years old’s perfect and completely healthy genitalia, he announced with apparent sadness “I’m afraid that we have a problem here, young man. There’s something very wrong with your scrotum. I think that I might have to operate to prevent potentially fatal infection. I’ll send a message to your guardian immediately!” The news brought tears to the appalled lad’s lovely eyes. He was not expecting any presents or other delights for Christmas, rather the opposite. However, never in his worst nightmares did he anticipate such a dreadful threat, and at a time when anaesthetics had not yet been discovered.

(To be continued in the penultimate chapter – ‘Heirs’)