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THE OTHER TOM BROWNS SCHOOLDAYS
By Pueros Chapter 14 Geldings (Northumberland, England, December 1803) It would be an understatement to say that Tom had not been looking forward to this day, as he knocked on the door of Dr. Ballsoffs quarters. Enter! was the instruction from inside the room and the tremulous boy complied, not surprised to notice his uncle, for the first time in almost three months, sitting in a chair next to the school Physician, as he had been told about his relations anticipated arrival. Ah, welcome, please close the door, the doctor further commanded, and come forward to say hello to your guardian, whos kindly come all this way from London to see to your welfare! The terrified 10 years old meekly obeyed, extending his hand to the man who had actually travelled to see the lad gelded, although the youngster was unaware of this fact, currently just understanding that he might have to suffer some form of surgery on his scrotum. The conspiratorial uncle had previously been introduced to the Headmaster, who, unaware of the vile plot to have his pupil unnecessarily castrated, had been genuinely saddened to learn about the reason for the mans unprecedented journey. He was also surprised, as the guardian had previously shown no sign of having any interest in his nephew at all. The conspiratorial uncle, unable to prevent his face from displaying a broad smirk, shook his nephews hand whilst the boy, in a nervous quaking voice said Hello, sir! The man delighted in noticing that the proffered young hand was also quivering, presumably in trepidation as to what might now happen. Now that youve been reacquainted with your kind guardian, the school Physician ordered, please undress and lay on my surgical couch so that we may inspect your problem and decide what to do about it. Again, the scared, and now shamed, boy meekly complied, although, after lying on the couch, he initially tried to hide his genitalia from view with his hands. However, such shyness was quickly overcome when the doctor unceremoniously knocked the hands away whilst stating No need to be so bashful as we need to inspect your privates intimately in order to arrive at the correct prognosis! The appalled 10 years old soon felt his sexual organs being fondled, prodded and probed, causing his young cock to become humiliatingly hard, whilst the two men discussed his supposed ailment with apparent authority. Most of the conversation in which the men indulged was incomprehensible to the deeply abashed boy until he heard the concluding statement. Were agreed then, the school Physician declared to the still sneering uncle, Ill have to operate without delay! The aghast 10 years old was then too numbed with shock and intense apprehension to prevent his limbs being bound to the leather strappings located at the four corners of the couch. However, he had recovered sufficiently to enquire pleadingly of the doctor, as the man tied a thin leather cord tightly ,around the base of his young scrotum, Is this really necessary, sir? Im afraid that it is, answered the school Physician, as he also invited his older guest to join him in a cup of tea whilst they waited for the cord to perform its task. Its your testes or your life! the doctor added cursorily. His young patient now began to struggle fruitlessly after realisation finally dawned as to what precisely was imminently to be perpetrated on him. However, the boys loud entreaties were curtailed when a leather gag was inserted between his sweet rosy lips. There now, the school Physician soothed, as he put the oral implement in place and rubbed away some of the tears that had suddenly appeared on his young patients beautiful face, itll hurt but Ill be quick and efficient, I promise. The boy continued his unrewarding attempts to extricate himself from his taut bondage and started to shake his head vigorously, trying to convey the word No! However, the doctor ignored the 10 years olds actions, instead returning to his chair to finish his tea whilst chatting about the weather and other unimportant matters to his older guest. The mens idle conversation lasted about half an hour before the duo resumed their standing positions next to the tearful shivering young patient, whose eyes widened in horror at the sight of the scalpel in the school Physicians right hand. The doctor held the boys still-erect penis with his left hand whilst carefully re-examining the 10 years olds ball sac, now a deep red in colour, before announcing I think were ready! The school Physician ignored the muffled cries from his young patient as he introduced the scalpel to the upper centre of the boys scrotum, instead instructing Be still! This wont take long and Ill soon have the wound neatly stitched. After healing, your genitals will still look pleasant and youll quickly be, er, back in the Headmasters favour! However, his reassurances only caused more deep concern for the intensely alarmed 10 years old, who was totally ignorant of the codicil in his late fathers will that had led to this awful denouement, which would not only deprive him of his manhood and rightful inheritance but also lead to an impoverished adulthood. More semen than ever before suddenly spurted from the 10 years olds cockhead as the school Physician began his skilful but agonising incision. However, the doctor avoided the distraction of the not unexpected expulsion, as well as accompanying blood, whilst carefully squeezing his young patients opened ball sac to expose the left testicle. A subsequent speedy and precise slice soon had the little organ resting in the small tin box that the uncle had brought with him to transport the much-desired and, to him, very valuable goods back to London. The orb was rapidly joined in the container by its companion, after which the stitching of the new eunuchs now empty scrotum commenced. The conspiratorial uncle had been immensely happy to witness his young relations gelding. The dastardly deed not only made him and his son much richer but also seemed to be a due reward for a brat he had never liked, perhaps because the boy was everything that his own offspring was not. The man had had to admit privately to himself that his nephew possessed very pretty features and an almost perfect character. He considered such pleasant attributes to be nauseating and had delighted in the pleasure of seeing them be slightly amended, with the evidence now in a tin in his coat pocket. Meanwhile, James Abernethy was having tea with Dr. Stapam in the latters study. Are you sure about this? the incredulous Doctor of Divinity asked. Absolutely, Headmaster, the boy answered, my father has given full approval for me to become a pupil at the school from the beginning of the new term! But, Dr. Strapam replied, worry evident in his face and voice, we do things a little differently here than most other schools. Your father might not approve of some of our, er, practices. Im sure youre right, Headmaster, James confidently retorted, but hell never find out about them, at least not from me. I approve of how you go about matters and thats all that counts! The amazed Doctor of Divinity began to respond with another But but he was interrupted when the 14 years old proceeded Dont worry, Headmaster, I really have been fully appraised about what takes place here. Brown T has been very informative. Im really looking forward to, how shall I phrase it, ah yes, taking a full role in all, and I stress all, school activities! The boys adult host, sipping tea whilst his young guest made this statement, spurted his liquid refreshment over his desk when he realised what the lad was proposing. James smiled sweetly at Dr. Strapams reaction to his declaration before continuing Theres just a few conditions that I must insist on, Headmaster. One, Im to be allowed to associate freely with Brown T, West and Morton. Two, were all to be allowed to spend Sundays at my home. Three, Im to become a pedagogue to you or one of your staff. The Doctor of Divinity spluttered his tea again and so the boy decided to reassure him by adding And, yes Headmaster, I do know the full implications of being awarded such a role. Its why Im requesting the honour. I think that its about time that a boy of my age became acquainted with all aspects of human male relationships. Dr. Strapam was too stunned to provide a riposte and so just listened as James outlined the remaining conditions. Four, the 14 years old propounded, apart from my earlier requests, Headmaster, I wish to be treated like any other boy, including being flogged if I deserve such chastisement, as I dont want my fellow pupils thinking that Im being granted special treatment. Five and last, youll have to accept four times the normal fees from my father as itll make him feel happier that the education provided here is of good quality. Itll also make me happier that youre being properly rewarded for, if I may be so bold to suggest in all senses of the phrase, having me! The Doctor of Divinitys teacup fell from his hand onto the floor. (Northumberland, England, January 1804) James, escorted by his dormleader, emerged into the winter chill and gloom of the quadrangle just as the school clock chimed the hour. He was amazed at how many boys were peering down from the candlelit windows above, which shone sufficient light to illuminate the scene nicely. A number of men were also taking in the view, including the Headmaster. Flashmale was standing by the central stocks, holding the customary long cane in his right hand. The Headboys mouth dried and his cock became hard as he observed the approach of the delectable newcomer, dressed only in short tight white shorts for the traditional initiation ceremony. However, the 18 years old somehow managed to compose himself sufficiently to say Welcome, Abernethy, to the first part of your initiation into school life. As you know, the second part, spending the night in the woods, will take place later in spring as we dont want you freezing to death! Flashmale went on to explain the race rules by advising You are to start in the north-west corner of the quad and, at my signal, are to run clockwise around the surrounding path. If you step onto the grass, you will automatically lose. As youre the only new boy this term, youll have to race alone. Youll have until the school clock strikes the quarter hour to make 14, commensurate with your age, circuits of the quad. If you fail, you will be placed in the stocks to receive 14 strokes of this cane across your bare backside. Any questions? No, sir, the excited James answered, large bulge evident at the front of his sole skimpy garment. Good, responded Flashmale, now remove your shorts, give them to your dormleader and assume your starting position! James moved his hands either side of his shorts but hesitated to proceed further, being acutely aware of the many eyes fixed on him. Hurry up! ordered the Headboy impatiently, as he had had to do twice previously on such occasions, we havent got all day and youve got nothing underneath that I havent seen before! James blushed as he pushed downwards on the sides of his shorts, which slowly slid down his lithe loins. When his smooth hard cock, crowned by a delightful little bush of pubic hair, popped into view, one of the men, watching alone at his window above and with his own erection in his hands, orgasmed. James walked gingerly across the grass, keeping his hands carefully in front of his excited genitalia, 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 14 years olds virgin posterior. I shall hold the cane in the air, the Headboy advised the new boy, and, when I bring it down again, the race can start. Flashmale raised the cruel implement and commanded Ready! He was happy to observe that the newcomer was now compelled to remove the shielding afforded by his hands to his hard cock whilst assuming his starting posture. Steady, the Headboy instructed before eventually bringing the cane down and ordering go! Both the starter and naked runner were aware that the 10 minutes that remained before the school clock chimed the quarter hour were probably insufficient to achieve 14 circuits of the large quadrangle. Flashmales cock hardened in anticipation of soon being able to beat the delicious newcomer, whose own penis also became more rigid at the realisation that he would probably soon be caned for the first time in his life, and publicly too. The enjoyment of such experiences had been one of the main motives for the 14 years old to persuade his reluctant father to send him to Soddamhall School. Nevertheless, James accepted the challenge and made a real attempt to succeed. However, the naked 14 years old had only completed 12½ circuits when, to resounding cheering from above, the clock chimed. Flashmale immediately ordered the almost breathless lad to stop and advance towards the stocks, the top of one of which the Headboy swung up on its hinges. He then told the new boy to place his head and wrists in the relevant semicircles on the lower parts of the wooden contraption. James, still-hard cock beginning to ooze precum, fulfilled the instruction and, after he had attained the required degrading stance, Flashmale lowered the top of the stocks, locking it in place to accompanying laughter from above. The new boy now found that his head and hands were securely encased and that he was slightly bent over, bum nicely presented for punishment. The Headboy then tied the 14 years olds ankles together, with rope from his pockets, to metal rings embedded in the stocks wooden base, so that they were about two feet apart. Flashmale assumed his own requisite position and tormented the newcomer by rubbing the cane up and down the boys sublime bottom, causing the 14 years old now vertical penis to quiver visibly. The Headboy was, as usual, amused at the sight of the young cocks common reaction before finally removing the cane from the smooth skin to a position above his head. Ready steady go! Flashmale teased before landing the first vicious blow across James previously unchastised posterior to renewed cheering from above and a loud yelp from the victim. The first of many, I think, that youll receive over the next 4½ years, Abernethy, the Headboy correctly observed before readying his cane to land the second hit. This second strike produced the reaction that both deliverer and recipient had appreciated, from the sight of the victims clearly acutely aroused genitalia, was inevitable at some stage during the caning. The agonising blow induced several long white arcs of semen to erupt from James engorged cockhead to fall onto the ground in front to resounding jeering. As the second nasty red stripe began to form across the middle of the boys previously immaculate and unblemished bum and the spilt sperm began to seep into the grass, the watching Headmaster also climaxed in his rooms above. Flashmale proceeded with the rest of the boys punishment with his accustomed great deliberation, for he wanted the newcomer to appreciate fully every blow and to mark his lovely backside with a neat pattern comprising 14 parallel red stripes. The school clock was chiming the three-quarter hour by the time he had accomplished both aims, which the new boy really did seem to enjoy. Despite the excruciation of his demeaning chastisement, James climaxed again, spurting more semen from his still-rigid cock, with the 10th hit across his luscious posterior. When Flashmale had finished, he gave the cane to the dormleader and ran his fingers over his handiwork, feeling the heat present all over the lovely buttocks. James was now crying but as much with masochistic sexual delight as agony. Ill leave you now so that you can cool down after your excitement, Flashmale eventually announced, and, while Im gone, youll probably find that some of the staff might just happen to stroll across the quad. Theyre sure to take the opportunity to introduce themselves to you. See you later! (Chateau de Gourmont, Waterloo, Belgium, 18th June 1815) Arthur Wellesley, 1st Duke of Wellington, was surveying the carnage evident throughout the various buildings that comprised the Chateau de Gourmont, more commonly known to posterity as Hougoumont. The Duke had just thanked the 16th Lord Saltoun, Lieutenant Colonel of the Light Companies of the 1st Regiment of Foot Guards, for the successful and heroic but bloody day-long defence of the redoubt by his men, assisted by soldiers from the Coldstream Guards. The Commander-in-Chief knew that such stupendous fortitude had been a vital element in defeating Napoleon at the just concluded Battle of Waterloo. The Duke eventually found himself also congratulating, amongst the many dead and wounded, Lord Saltouns unharmed young nephew, Captain James Abernethy, and some of the even younger bloodied but unbowed junior commissioned officers, Lieutenants Brown, West and Morton. (Northumberland, England, September 1815) Dr. Strapam had retired to a small but very pleasant cottage granted to him by Sir James Abernethy, who had been very grateful for the apparently splendid education afforded to his son, James, and later to his younger offspring, Charles, by Soddamhall School. The new Headmaster, unexpectedly young for such an important post, was sitting in his predecessors study, little changed over the years from when he had first become acquainted with the room as a 10 years old. The Headmaster had just been introduced by the new Headboy to the late newcomer. So, the 29 years old recently qualified Doctor of Divinity announced to the apprehensive pretty 10 years old, your names Brown, with the initial T. That wouldnt stand for Thomas by any chance? No, Headmaster, the boy sheepishly replied, my Christian name is Tristan. I only asked, advised Dr. Flashmale, because we used to have a delightful pupil here called Tom Brown. (Northumberland, England, December 1803) The newly emasculated 10 years old finally woke from his faint, induced when the school Physician had started to stitch his empty scrotum. The boy found himself still lying on the doctors surgical couch but with his limbs now unstrapped, mouth ungagged and his genital wound bandaged. Nevertheless, the agony in his young groin was excruciating and he began to sob again with the pain and the thought that he was now a eunuch. At the same time, thirty miles away to the south-west, but in the same county, Tom had just returned with Dr. Ballsoff to Soddomhall School. I thank you for your help, Brown T, the school Physician declared, as I really appreciated the proficient manner in which you handed me my implements. I knew that your undoubted fortitude, evident when you scored that marvellous path in the ball game, would make you an ideal assistant. Some others, such as your young friend West, would, Im sure, have thrown up whilst I gelded Farmer Allcocks young colt! THE END (for now) of THE OTHER TOM BROWNS SCHOOLDAYS by Pueros (Authors note:- Sorry for the tease but, if you care to re-read this story, you will find that I never said at anytime that the nephew of the conspiratorial uncle was Tom Brown or that the poor eunuch-to-be went to Soddamhall School!)
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