The Other Tom Brown's Schooldays 10

By Pueros

Chapter 10 – Fags

(Northumberland, England, October 1803)

Tom was woken by the sound by coals being raked. He opened his eyes and saw pretty 11 years old Adam, dressed only in skimpy white running shorts, attending to Flashmale’s grate. The Headboy’s full-time fag was restoring the coal fire so that the 18 years old’s room would be warm when he arose, autumn days in this remote bleak part of Northumberland usually being cold and miserable. This day was actually to be an exception, turning out to be sunny and mild and also the worst day in Tom’s life so far.

Tom leaned up and looked around him. Flashmale was snoring gently in the bed alongside and on the other side of the Headboy lay a somnolent Christopher, as naked as his two bed partners.

Tom returned his head to the pillow, closed his eyes and recalled the humiliations of the previous day, not knowing that far worse was imminent. He and Christopher had been summoned after assembly to see Flashmale, who informed them that the Headmaster and school Physician had both kindly allowed him to appoint them as his part-time fags to help reduce the burden on the overworked Adam. The smirking Headboy advised that he could utilise their services whenever they were not required by their pedagogues.

Tom and Christopher were aghast, guessing correctly what some of these services would entail. Both 10 years olds had hoped that their nights off from providing the lecherous Doctors of divinity and medicine with sexual favours, whilst the men enjoyed the bodies of others from their coterie of select pupils, would be spent recuperating from the adult’s painful attentions. However, it now seemed that at least some of these evenings would instead now be spent entertaining Flashmale.

Flashmale proceeded to tell Tom and Christopher that they were excused afternoon lessons as they were to accompany him to Soddamhall village, where it was market day, and he needed some assistance with a few transactions he had to complete on behalf of himself and the Headmaster. “Report to me at the main entrance at 1 o’clock sharp, and don’t forget to wear your caps as we’re leaving school rounds!” was the Headboy’s last command to his new fags, who thought that their first chore did not seem too bad after all. It would be the two newcomers’ first excursion outside the school since they had arrived a month earlier and they actually began to look forward to the experience, a feeling that would be short-lived.

The walk to the village, along undulating muddy narrow lanes, took almost an hour and the market was very crowded and busy when the threesome arrived. Flashmale immediately made for a particular clothes retailer, provider of all the school uniforms. The trader, a plainly attired middle-aged man of rather ugly appearance, eyed the two sweet lads, whom he had never seen previously, accompanying the Headboy. After ascertaining that the usual discount facility was in place, the latter gave the man some cash in return for a box of new socks.

“Which one?” asked Flashmale. “The blonde I think!” answered the retailer. “Fine,” replied the Headboy before turning to Christopher and instructing “Go with Mr. Coxhead here and do whatever he says as you’ll be in great trouble if you don’t. Afterwards, bring the box to the inn where you’ll find Brown T and me.” The 18 years old then shook hands with the trader, said his farewells with the appendage “Enjoy!” and walked away, ordering Tom to follow him.

Tom looked behind as he trailed Flashmale to see that the retailer, having left his stall in the charge of an assistant, had put his arm around Christopher’s shoulders and was leading the boy to a large covered horse-drawn wagon with ‘Coxhead for Quality Fittings’ painted on the side in large lettering.

The transaction at the inn was for a crate of stout. The innkeeper, less cleanly dressed, older and even uglier than the market trader, spied Tom and agreed to the usual price-cut. “Mr. Dix needs your help in the cellars, Brown T,” Flashmale therefore told the 10 years old, “you will oblige him, won’t you, and don’t forget the consequences of failing to please!”

Tom followed the innkeeper behind the bar of his busy establishment, where a trapdoor was opened, giving access to the cellar below via a steep ladder. “You go first!” suggested the man and the boy complied, expecting to have to help shift crates and barrels once down.

The innkeeper followed, closing the trapdoor behind him before turning to Tom, who was beginning to shiver in the chill of the cellar. “Now lad,” the man declared, “you heard what the Headboy said, that you’re to be good and obedient. So, you can start by taking your clothes off!”

“Teas up!” announced Adam. Tom, beginning to shiver again, not with the chill of the inn cellar but rather with the recollection of what happened there, reopened his eyes. Flashmale and Christopher followed suit. All three sat up in bed to receive mugs of hot tea from the 11 years old, who then returned to the blazing fire to prepare the Headboy’s toast using a large brass fork.

Flashmale sipped his tea and a smile came to his face as he remembered the previous evening’s pleasurable activities in his rooms. He had given Adam the night off whilst the two part-time fags entertained him. He had ordered them to strip and wash each other in his personal bath before requiring the naked 10 years olds to show him how much they were friends by making love on his bed whilst he watched from his armchair.

Flashmale had had to collect his cane from the mantelpiece before Tom and Christopher were encouraged to start kissing and fondling each other. However, the instrument had not been needed as it soon became clear that, after initial inhibitions had dissipated, the boys were really beginning to enjoy what they were doing, evident from full erections accompanied by low moans. “Masturbate each other to climax” was the Headboy’s next order, quietly conveyed to match the erotic scene, and the two 10 years olds complied with almost simultaneous dry orgasms, nude bodies quivering in each other’s arms.

After the panting and red-faced Tom and Christopher had eventually opened their eyes as they came down from their sexual highs, they saw that Flashmale was standing by the bed, also now naked and sporting his own fulsome erection. “My turn, I think,” declared the Headboy, “let me lay between you. You can lick and suck my nipples, West, whilst you, Brown T, can do the same for my cock. We’ll decide later who I’ll bugger first!”

In the event, Flashmale sodomised Tom first before requiring the boys to return to their former stimulating tasks, although in reverse fashion, and later enjoying Christopher’s anus. The delightful evening was finished off when both 10 years olds brought the Headboy to two more climaxes and swallowed the product of their oral ministrations. Exhausted sleep had then overwhelmed the threesome.

“Well, Brown T and West,” announced Flashmale as he finished his tea, “I have another errand for you to run for me today. Do you know which of the local hills is Atio Fell?” Tom and Christopher, now deeply apprehensive about such missions after their experiences of the previous day, confessed that they did not. “Doesn’t matter,” declared the Headboy, “as I’ll point it out to you later. There’s a farm on the fell. Instead of going on your morning run along the normal route, I’d like you to go there. Farmer Allcock will give you some boxes of eggs. You’ll bring them back to me after making the appropriate payment. Understand?” Both boys thought that they did and realised that they had been right when they later set off for the fell, dressed only in their white shorts, for they were given no money to make recompense.

Tom and Christopher were silent as they ran barefoot over the dewy fields towards the distant Atio Fell. Both could see the farm buildings towards the top of the hill and wondered what awful sexual services they would have to provide in order to secure the eggs. As they proceeded, neither boy remarked on the fact that they had noticed that the bulges in each other’s shorts had grown noticeably bigger whilst both guiltily recalled the events of the previous day.

After stripping, the shivering Tom had been forced to lay himself over a barrel placed sideways on the cold cellar floor of the inn as the innkeeper undid his own trouser buttons. The 10 years old then felt the man lean over him to introduce his engorged cockhead to the boy’s sphincter. Tom’s subsequent agonised shriek was muted by the fact that the innkeeper had placed a hand over the boy’s mouth, not wanting the patrons upstairs unduly disturbed by the lad’s inconsiderate noise. A rather dirty cloth was later used to attempt to clean the 10 years old’s bumcrack of surplus semen before he was allowed to redress.

Christopher’s experience was a bit more comfortable as the inside of the retailer’s wagon was not chilly and, after disrobing, he was not required to lean over cold wood. The 10 years old was instead bent over a steep pile of varied clothing to be sodomised, although his own attempted screams were stifled by a sock in his mouth.

The two scared runners eventually reached Atio Fell Farm and Mr. Allcock, who had seen them approach, was waiting for them in the farmyard, along with many clucking hens and a large cockerel. “Come for the eggs?” the rather ancient-looking farmer asked. “Yes, sir!” Tom politely answered. “Not seen you two before,” the man replied, “new boys?” “Yes, sir!” Tom repeated.

“Usual payment, I presume?” enquired Allcock. “I suppose so, sir,” Tom responded, “but what is that as we haven’t been told?” The farmer smirked and dropped his dirty trousers and underpants, revealing a venerable semi-hard penis. “Place your own shorts over the fence there and then come here. One’s to suck my dick whilst the other tongues my hole!”

Tom and Christopher looked at each other, appalled expressions evident. However, they knew the likely painful consequences of failing to return to the school without the eggs and soon their skimpy shorts were resting over the fence. Both boys tried to cover their own small embarrassing erections as they then approached the smiling old man.

Recognising Christopher’s reluctance for the particular task, Tom volunteered to take up the rear position. As the 10 years old knelt onto the muddy ground of the farmyard view Allcock’s wrinkled behind, the old man’s stench overwhelmed the boy’s nose. Nevertheless, he somehow managed to prise the farmer’s dirty hairy bumcheeks apart to inspect his imminent workplace. The sight caused the lad to vomit.

“Dirty brat,” declared Allcock as sick flew into his dropped trousers, which he stepped out of to grasp Tom by his left ear, “I’ll make you pay for that!” The farmer, red-faced in anger, dragged the alarmed naked boy over to a nearby shed and took him inside. They emerged shortly afterwards, the 10 years old now having a large locked dog collar attached to his neck and being dragged by the chain lead to a sty full of pigs.

Despite his antiquity, Allcock picked Tom up and threw him into the sty, causing the pigs to squeal as they rushed aside to allow the boy to fall into thick swill-polluted mud. By the time the 10 years old had recovered from the shock, the trouserless farmer had padlocked the end of the lead to the fence of the enclosure and was striding back to Christopher, mumbling “Act like a pig, you can be one for a day!”

To his later disgust, Christopher had been too shocked and afraid to intervene and now meekly knelt before Allcock to complete his fellatio chore before collecting the eggs and his shorts and running back to Soddamhall School, reluctantly without his best friend. Meanwhile, Tom, nude body splattered in mud and swill and after failing with shouted apologies and entreaties to persuade the farmer to release him, sat in a crouched position in a corner of the sty trying to avoid the nosy interest of the pigs. Flashmale came to rescue his new fag at lunchtime, almost six hours later.

Tom had dozed off to sleep when Flashmale’s voice awoke him. “Found your true vocation in life at last, Brown T!” suggested the smirking Headboy. The 10 years old did not find the joke funny.

“I’ve made a deal with Mr. Allcock,” advised Flashmale, “in which he’s prepared to release you so that you can go on another errand for me in return for certain considerations. You’re to complete the task that you failed to perform this morning, as well as repeat the one that West undertook, and your bare bottom will then receive a little chastisement from Mr. Allcock, appropriately using the belt of the trousers you soiled!”

Flashmale had brought with him, from the farmhouse, a bucket of water and the keys to the padlock and dog collar. He released Tom from his demeaning situation and told him to clean up using the water before following him to the farmhouse. The tremulous nude did so and was soon knocking gently on the farmhouse door.

Flashmale and Allcock emerged from inside, the latter now wearing fresh trousers, albeit equally as dirty as the previous pair. “Kneel in the middle of the yard!” the farmer ordered and Tom repositioned himself accordingly. The Headboy remained near the doorway to watch as the farmer followed the sublime naked form of the 10 years old.

Allcock stood immediately in front of Tom, with his back to the boy, and again dropped his trousers and underpants. “Get it right this time,” the farmer warned, “or you’ll really be for it!” The man’s stink overwhelmed the boy’s nasal senses as he prised apart the obnoxious bumcheeks. However, the lad took several deep breaths to overcome his initial intense disgust before advancing his tongue towards the ancient adult’s putrid hole.

Tom gagged a few times whilst performing his terrible task but Allcock did not seem to notice as he proceeded to emit a number of low ecstatic moans. It began to seem to the boy that his immensely disagreeable work would carry on without end when the farmer suddenly advised “Right, my dick’s ready!” and turned around.

Tom now saw a fully erect wrinkled cock, dribbling precum, but he did not hesitate to comply when ordered “Suck!” as his mouth had just been somewhere far worse. It did not take long to induce Allcock to orgasm as the anal administrations had already brought the farmer close to climax and the 10 years old soon felt his throat filling with gushing sperm, which he somehow managed to swallow.

Allcock eventually withdrew his softening penis and picked his underpants and trousers back up. “Over there and lean against the fence,” he commanded, “whilst I collect my belt.” The frightened naked boy, a little cum drooling down his chin and with a horrible combination of tastes in his mouth and on his tongue, reluctantly obeyed. As Tom advanced to the place where he was to be beaten, he noticed that Flashmale, still standing by the farmhouse doorway, was displaying a broad grin.

Allcock re-emerged from his home with the leather belt and said to Flashmale “I believe that we agreed ten!” The Headboy confirmed the arrangement. Tom, shaking hands resting on the fence as he bent himself to present his bottom in the required manner for his imminent chastisement, was aghast at hearing the number.

“Hold still,” instructed Allcock as he took up position behind the quaking Tom, “and take it like a man!” The boy could not help thinking that he was just a 10 years old and how unfair life was when the first blow struck his buttocks, causing him to yelp in pain. The second soon followed and then the third. The farmer was not one of those who believed in letting his victims thoroughly relish each strike before landing the next, his impatience wanting him to inflict the agony as quickly as possible.

Tom’s bottom was soon a mishmash of wide red stripes, rapidly turning first purple and then into darker hues. However, the shock caused by the speed of his belting had enabled the screaming boy to maintain his position throughout and the excruciating infliction of his torment was speedily completed. Allcock felt the heat on the lad’s buttocks before giving them a hard slap and saying “You’ll know what not to do next time you come for eggs!” The farmer then re-entered his farmhouse saying to Flashmale as he passed “Time for food, want some?” The Headboy replied affirmatively before adding “But I’ll just despatch Brown T on his next errand first!”

“Come here Brown T,” commanded Flashmale and the sobbing Tom gingerly obeyed. The Headboy, his own hidden penis hard at watching the fun, noticed that the tearful boy was erect as he approached.

“On the next fell,” Flashmale informed whilst pointing the location, “there’s another farm. You’re to collect some cheese from the farmer, Mr. Loveboy.” The volume of Tom’s tears increased when he heard the news. The Headboy therefore gently told the boy to calm and waited until he had done so before causing more distress. “No shorts, I’m afraid,” he announced, “one of Mr. Allcock’s goats apparently decided that they would make an excellent meal. I’ll of course have to tell the Housemaster about your carelessness in losing the garment in order to secure a replacement. He’s certain to want you punished for your negligence!”

Tom’s tears returned but Flashmale ignored them, sending the naked boy on his errand to the next farm by telling him, after checking his pocket watch, “It’s just after 1 o’clock now and I want you back in my rooms by 3 o’clock. There’s some cleaning for you to do before you’re to report to the Headmaster. Apparently he wants you tonight. Now off you go and don’t drop the cheese on your way back!”

Tom, nude, tearful and still erect despite a very sore bum, reluctantly began to run down the hill towards Mr. Loveboy’s farm. The trip took him half an hour but the farmer was not surprised to see a beautiful naked boy arrive to collect the weekly cheese as he had had such pleasant visits previously. His price for the dairy product from the newcomer was mutual masturbation, made easier by the fact that the lad’s small cock was already humiliatingly hard.

Loveboy wanted Tom to climax first and so, whilst lying naked with him in a haystack, he pumped the boy’s erection vigorously until the lovely 10 years old body convulsed. The farmer let go of the vibrating penis to allow the lad to grasp it whilst he concluded his orgasm. The man’s own rigid member was then ready to be manipulated by young hands.

Tom was later running back to the school through a small copse, with reddened cock and darkly discoloured bottom, when he came across five farm lads, all about 15 years old, sitting at the side of the narrow path eating packed luncheons. Seeing the young nude, they immediately stood up and barred the boy’s way.

“Please let me pass,” begged Tom, thoroughly humiliated at his nakedness, “I’m in a hurry!” “Not so fast,” responded one of the lads, “tell us first why you’ve got no clothes, a red cock and a round cheese. Have you been a naughty sinful boy in return for the cheese from farmer Loveboy? We all know his reputation!”

“No,” answered the blushing Tom, “I’ve just been on a school errand and lost my shorts accidentally.” “Don’t believe you,” the lad responded as he walked around the frightened young nude, “because you’ve obviously been bad as you’ve been beaten very recently.” “His bum’s black and blue!” the 15 years old advised his companions before commanding “Grab him!”

The cheese fell to the floor as Tom was overcome by the five young farm labourers. “Take him to the clearing over there,” ordered the apparent leader, “where no-one can see us from the path. I think if he can be naughty with others he can be so with us!”

It was an hour before Tom, crying, dishevelled and dirty, emerged from the copse. His cheese had been taken and cum was oozing out of his mouth and anus. However, the boy appreciated that his very bad day was far from over. Not only did he now have to look forward to the Housemaster’s chastisement for losing his shorts but also he knew that Flashmale would want to punish him for being late and failing to deliver the desired dairy product.

Tom’s misery was compounded when he entered the rear entrance of the main school building. Most pupils were at lessons and the boy hoped to speed to Flashmale’s rooms without being seen in the shame of nudity. Unfortunately, his wish did not come true as he bumped into the Headmaster. “Why are you running round the school naked and dirty?” Dr. Strapam not unreasonably enquired. “Because of an accident when on an errand for the Headboy” was the sheepish answer. “Well,” the annoyed Doctor pronounced observing a 10 years old erection, “as you seem to like disporting yourself around the school in this manner, you can spend the whole of tomorrow, from the start of the morning run until candles out, without the benefit of clothing. I expect better from those I give my special attentions to than suffering accidents from which they accrue sexual excitement. Now, on your way to clean up and put your uniform on. Walk, don’t run! I’ll see how much sexual interest you retain when we meet for the night later. Remember, my rooms at 7 o’clock precisely.”

As Tom continued along the corridor, he wondered how he could possibly survive for another eight years at this terrible establishment.

(London, England, same time)

The conspiratorial uncle was visiting the office of his conspiratorial solicitor. “Please inform the school Doctor,” the uncle requested, “that I should have the opportunity to visit during the week before Christmas. The boy’s castration should be a nice seasonal surprise for him and his testicles a pleasant present for me!”

(To be continued in chapter 11 – ‘Sports’)