By Schoolboy Jon
puericil@hotmail.com (I'll forward it to the author)
Copyright 2023 by Schoolboy Jon, all rights reserved
* * * * *Jonnie’s Progress 10
Jeremy’s visit to the barbers
This is the continuation of the story and I suggest you read the other parts to help make sense of this chapter.
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Jonnie 14 chubby nerd
Mr Prestwick recently retired PE master (and in charge of discipline at minor public school)
Mr Bradwell - Owner of Boy's Outfitters (70 years old)
Jeremy - Age 16 - work experience
Mr Jeff Kirby - Barber
Barry (Steele), James and Ken - retired friends of Mr Kirby
Bengo - Barry’s dog
"Welcome Jeremy" said Mr Kirby. "Mr Bradwell has told me all about you
and how he wants you to help him at Dunstan's school next week, so we
need to make sure you are smart for that visit. But there's no rush so
you can join us for a drink before we tidy you up a bit. Take your
blazer off and hang it up - it does make you look smart but we don't
want it messed up with hair do we?" Mr Kirby introduced Jeremy to his 3
friends, and of course, to Bengo who seemed to take an instant dislike
to Jeremy and started growling at him. Jeremy looked a little scared.
"Don't worry about Bengo" said Barry, "he's quite harmless really, if
you give him one of his treats he'll become your freind, and if you
give him a drink then he won't leave your side." "I don't know if we've
got anything thats suitable for a boy to drink" said Mr Kirby. "I
thought that Mr Bradwell said you were having work experience as you
would soon be old enough to work, but he's so old he probably thinks
you can start work at 14. But we may be able to find some lemonade for
you to drink whilst we enjoy a couple of beers" said Mr Kirby.
A very indignant Jeremy replied: "I'm 16 and me and my friends often
drink beer and cider. I don't like lemonade." "Oh sorry" said Mr Kirby,
"Well perhaps you'll need a shave too then." Smiling he then produced
various bottles of beer as well as a large plastic bottle of very
cloudy liquid. "If you like cider and you're used to drinking it then,
as long as you don't tell anyone, I'll let you have some of this
special cider that my friend from Somerset has given me." This was in
fact, very potent scrumpy. Jeremy didn't want to lose face and although
he had only had a very occasional glass of shandy previously he said:
"Yes that looks like what we've been drinking and I'm very thirsty
after helping Mr Bradwell this morning and all he gave me was some
glasses of water."
Mr Kirby poured some of the cider into a
pint glass, almost filling it, and gave it to Jeremy whilst smiling at
his 3 friends. "There you go Jeremy, that should deal with your thirst,
and I do have some more when you've finished that one which I'm sure
won't take you long." He then poured beer into glasses for himself and
his friends and noticed that in that very short time, Jeremy had drunk
more than half of his cider. He quickly topped up Jeremy's glass and
then poured some beer into a dish. "Here Jeremy, hold this dish of beer
for Bengo, he loves beer. Go careful because the dish is a bit full but
Bengo will soon finish it."
Jeremy held his full glass of cider
in one hand and a full dish of beer in the other. Barry was holding
onto Bengo who seemed to be getting excited at the smell of the beer.
"This will make you his friend" said Barry to Jeremy, "just hold the
dish a little lower so that he can drink out of it." Barry then let go
of Bengo, who was clearly over excited and bounded towards Jeremy. He
went straight for the beer but in his excitement he crashed into Jeremy
causing him to spill the cider over his trousers and beer over his
pristine white shirt. "Oh you stupid dog, look what you've done"
shouted Jeremy.
"Don't worry Jeremy" said Mr Kirby "we can
take care of that and make sure you are still clean and smart when Mr
Bradwell collects you. Come over to one of the sinks and I'll clean off
the mess." Jeremy walked over to where Mr Kirby had filled one of the
sinks whilst Barry took care of Bengo. Mr Kirby proceeded to find a
clean cloth which he dipped in the water and then started to rub over
Jeremy's shirt. However this didn't seem to have much of a positive
effect, it just spread the stain over a larger surface. "This isn't
working Jeremy, you'll need to take your shirt off and I'll put it in
the washing machine" said Mr Kirby whilst winking at the other 3 men.
"It was getting hot in here anyway" joked Ken as they all seemed to be
staring at Jeremy. "I think it will be OK" said Jeremy, "I can do it
when I get home, it'll soon dry." "Don't be so silly" said Mr Kirby as
he started undoing Jeremy's buttons "This is going to be washed, dried
and ironed before Mr Bradwell gets here or we'll all be in trouble."
Jeremy had little choice but to comply and so he started to undo his
shirt cuffs. Meanwhile Mr Kirby had undone all of the other buttons on
Jeremy's shirt and then started to pull it out from his trousers but
Jeremy had pulled the belt on his trousers so tight that Mr Kirby had
to undo that before he could release the shirt. Indeed he also undid
the top button of his trousers and pulled the zip down a little too. He
then pulled the shirt out from the back of Jeremy before returning to
the front. Jeremy was still struggling with one of the buttons on his
cuffs. "James, can you come here and help Jeremy free himself from his
shirt - the buttons on his cuff are proving difficult, probably because
its a new shirt. And its so long it makes it difficult for me to pull
out from his trousers," said Mr Kirby.
James came over to
where they were and fiddled with Jeremy's cuffs whilst Mr Kirby pulled
the zip on Jeremy's trousers all the way down and pulled his shirt out
from the front of them after he had unbuttoned the last one at the
bottom of his shirt. In reaching for the last button he had put his
hands down the front of Jeremy's trousers and rubbed them against
Jeremy's briefs covered penis whilst suppedly having difficulty freeing
the button.
"Sorry about that Jeremy but that button was
very stubborn but success at last and it looks as if James has managed
to undo the cuff button too so we can get this off and in the machine."
said Mr Kirby as he pulled the shirt completely out from Jeremy's
trousers and James pulled it from the back down both of his arms. WIth
his trousers wide open and his arms behind his back, there was nothing
he could do to prevent his trousers slipping down his thighs revealling
his white pants.
"Nice pants Jeremy" said Ken as he quickly
took his phone out of his pocket and took a picture of Jeremy. "And
such a smooth chest too - not a hair in sight, I bet you must shave all
that hair off don't you Jeremy?" Jeremy blushed bright red at this
exposure and just managed to mumble: "no, I don't shave yet."
"Now
Ken, stop teasing Jeremy" said Mr Kirby. "If you want to do something
useful then you can take his shirt here from his back so that we can
put it in the machine and then I can wipe off the beer from his
trousers before finally cutting his hair." He then gave the shirt to
Ken and topped up Jeremy's cider before getting him to come and stand
close to the sink again. Jeremy hurridly pulled his trousers up and
fastened his belt.
"That's it Jeremy, just keep those hands
out of the way at the moment whilst I wipe off the mess; yes just put
them on your head at the moment that will make my work easier." said Mr
Kirby as he once again soaked a cloth in the water from the sink. He
started off at the top of the trousers, rubbing all along the length of
the fly, making Jeremy feel quite awkward. He was using quite a lot of
water but it wasn't really getting rid of the sticky beer.
"Its no good Jeremy, I'm afraid we'll have to have the trousers off too
so that they can be washed but don't worry, we're all men here so
nothing to be embarrassed about and anyway we know you're not going
commando so no real exposure anyway," said Mr Kirby as he put the cloth
down and started to undo Jeremy's belt again. Jeremy was too startled
to move as Mr Kirby proceeded to undo his trousers completely and pull
them down his legs, revealing his now damp white pants. "You might as
well sit in the chair now so that I can cut your hair. It will make it
easier to take your shoes off so that I can get these mucky trousers
off and in the washing machine," said Mr Kirby. Jeremy sat in the
barber's chair allowing Mr Kirby to take off his shoes and trousers. It
seemed as if the cider might be starting to have some effect on Jeremy
as he appeared a little unsteady and was pleased to be able to sit
down. He gave the trousers to Ken to put in the washing machine.
As Ken was passing James, he whispered to him: "His legs are as smooth
as his chest, no hairs at all, and hardly any bulge showing in his
pants either. I don't think he'll be scaring any girls with what he's
got between his legs." "Or the boys!" said James as they both chuckled
as Ken went away with the trousers.
"Are you sure you are used to
drinking cider Jeremy because it looks as if you may be a little
tipsy?" asked Mr Kirby. "Yeah, me and my mates usually drink quite a
few pints when we're out. This stuff seems pretty weak. Can I have some
more?" said Jeremy in a slightly slurred voice. "Well it will be your
fault if you get into trouble with Mr Bradwell when he comes along with
Mr Prestwick to collect you." said Mr Kirby. "I'm sure those two old
fogies won't notice anything. So can I have another cider 'cos I'm
still thirsty." said Jeremy.
Mr Kirby gave him another pint of
cider and then started to cut his hair. This was quite a leisurely
affair as they were all happily drinking throughout, altough Jeremy had
drunk more than the others. "I think I need a pee" said Jeremy in a
slurred voice. "Just hold on a little more whilst I finish your haircut
Jeremy. I've almost finished just a little more at the back and I'm
done." said Mr Kirby.
Jeremy was starting to feel
uncomfortable because he needed to go to the toilet and was trying to
cross his legs and was generally wriggling to try to ease the
discomfort.
"All done Jeremy, Ken can show you where the toilet is," said Mr Kirby.
Jeremy stood up from the chair but almost fell over. "I think Ken and
James need to help you Jeremy, before you crash into something," said
Mr Kirby.
Ken and James immediately came each side of Jeremy
and held him up and had to almost carry him down the stairs to the
basement where the toilet was. "You hold him up and I'll help him aim
at the toilet." said Ken to James as he crouched down in front of
Jeremy who seemed incapable of almost anything.
"At least you've
got these sensible y fronts on so that I can pull out your dick," said
Ken as he put his fingers in through the small fly gap in his pants.
"I'm not sure there's anything in here," he said as he moved his
fingers around inside Jeremy's pants. "Wait a minute, I think I can
just about feel something, it feels like a little caterpillar, and I'm
not sure its long enough to reach out here," he said, indicating the
front of his pants. "I'll try and pull it out."
Ken
explained that he had managed to catch hold of the tip of Jeremy's
penis and this tip just appeared through the fly hole in his pants.
Jeremy was so desparate to urinate that he could hold it no longer and
started to dribble urine and so Ken and James quickly turned him around
so that he was sitting on the toilet but was then urinating over his
pants. "You stupid boy" said James, "look at the mess you've made.
Stand up now."
With some help from Ken and holding onto the
wall, Jeremy was able to stand up. James then pulled down his urine
soaked pants and pushed Jeremy back down onto the toilet so that he
could take them right off, taking his socks off at the same time. "I'm
surprised so much pee can come out of such a little dick," he said,
clearly annoyed at the mess that Jeremy had made. "You need to learn
some respect and learn that little boys cannot drink alcohol."
"I think I'm going to be sick." said Jeremy. He quickly turned around
and knelt down in front of the toilet and started to vomit into it.
After a few minutes he stopped vomiting and just stayed knelt down next
to the toilet. He had his head on the floor and his buttocks sticking
up behind him with his legs wide open. He was feeling so ill that the
didn't care (or probalby know) how exposed he was. The view that the 3
friends had was of Jeremy's very white buttocks with his little pink
hole facing them. Between his legs could be seen his small, smooth,
pink scrotum but there was no sign of his little penis!
"Ooh, I do feel ill," said Jeremy.
"We'd better get you sobered up and fit before Mr Bradwell sees you," said Ken.
Just then Mr Kirby arrived and said: "My, my, what have we here?" Ken
explained the situation to Mr Kirby. Just as they were discussing what
to do there was a knock at the door and so Mr Kirby returned upstairs
to the shop to see who it was.
He returned after about 10
minutes, accompanied by Mr Prestwick, the recently retired PE teacher
who had also been responsible for discipline at the minor public school
he worked at.
"We have some good news," said Mr Kirby. "Mr
Prestwick was asked by Mr Bradwell to come to tell us that he has been
delayed and will not be ready for Jeremy for another hour and the other
good news is that Mr Prestwick is very experienced in dealing with
drunk boys. He has asked that we help him with his task as he would
have normally had 2 or 3 prefects to help him." Mr Kirby winked at his
friends as he said that. Jeremy was still naked on the floor feeling
sorry for himself.
"Right boy, stand up. You need to be ready
for Mr Bradwell and I'm here to make you realise the error of your ways
in drinking alcohol when you are too young and incapable." said Mr
Prestwick. Jeremy turned to see Mr Prestwick and just about managed to
stand up and immediately covered his groin with his hands.
"Stand
up straight with your hands by your sides, I'm sure none of us here
will be scared by seeing your penis boy. I've seen enough of them in my
teaching years."
Reluctantly Jeremy put his arms by his sides, revealing his penis to all the men assembled.
"Well I see why you were trying to cover up although from this distance
it is difficult to see what you were hiding! I've seen bigger penises
on the new boys who started at school when they were 11." said Mr
Prestwick, causing Jeremy to blush bright red.
"Smile for the camera, Jeremy," said Mr Kirby as he got his phone out to take some photos of the naked boy.
"That's an excellent idea," said Mr Prestwick, "I always used to get
photos taken of the different stages of getting a boy sober and getting
to realise the error of his ways. I used to give some copies to the boy
himself so that he could be reminded of how embarrassing it had been.
The prefects who helped me were given copies too as a reward for
helping me and of course, I kept a full set myself." He laughed and
winked at the others as he said that. "In the earlier years, before
these modern cameras and phones, I used to have a boy from the camera
club attend and take photos and I then had to wait until the film had
been developed. I suspect the boys in the camera club made extra copies
that they sold to their friends, making it even more of an
embarrassment and a good deterrent to other boys."
"Good idea,"
said Ken, "we could take a close up of his willy and balls and send it
to him so that he could have it as his picture on his phone to show his
friends." "That's true, but he'd have to enlarge the picture if he
wanted to have just his willy on the picture," joked Barry.
"So
bring Jeremy through into this next room," said Mr Kirby as he opened a
door to a room that contained a massage table, a wash basin and a large
area of the room, tiled with various shower attachments. "I had thought
that I'd offer spa type treatments as well as haircuts but have never
got around to it and so this part is rarely used but it is a nice
bright area and leads out into a small courtyard."
"Good, now
we can start my programme. This has always lead to improved behaviour
in boys and I'm sure the same will be true for Jeremy," said Mr
Prestwick.
He then had Ken and James place Jeremy on the tiled floor and had them stand on either side of Jeremy.
He gave them one of the shower hoses and told Jeremy to stand up and
lean against the back wall with his legs apart and his arms above his
head.
Jeremy complied. He still needed the wall to support him as
he was still unsteady on his feet. Mr Kirby then turned on both of the
shower hoses that Ken and James were holding and they aimed the showers
at Jeremy's body. Of course the water was cold. Jeremy let out a scream
and tried to move away from the cold sprays. He then sat on the floor
of the tiled area with his back still facing the men. They were able to
soak him thoroughly before the water was turned off.
"That
should have helped a bit," said Mr Prestwick, "use this new toothbrush
to clean your teeth, it will help to get rid of the taste of the sick"
he said as he handed an electric toothbrush with a new head to Jeremy.
A very cold and shivering Jeremy made his way to the wash basin and
cleaned his teeth. It was true that it did help to get rid of the
terrible taste that he had in his mouth.
"Now we'll move to
the next stage of your 'treatment', " said Mr Prestwick, "just get up
here onto the massage table and make yourself comfortable on your back
with your hands stretched above your head. That's right, just spread
those legs a bit more. We'll take some more photos so that you will
never forget how foolish you have been." Instinctively Jeremy moved his
hands to cover his genitals. "Don't be silly Jeremy, we've all seen
your little willy by now so there is nothing worth hiding," said Mr
Prestwick, deliberately using children's terms when referring to his
penis. He then told Ken to take hold of Jeremy's hands and hold them
above his head.
"This was always the part that the prefects
helping me enjoyed the most," said Mr Prestwick to Ken, Barry, James
and Jeff (Mr Kirby) as he went across to the wash basin and picked up
the toothbrush. Jeremy, of course, couldn't see what was happening. He
then whispered to Barry and James, telling them to each take hold of
one of Jeremy's feet and hold his legs apart and he then told Jeff to
be ready to take a lot of photos. He then applies a liberal amount of
toothpaste onto the brush and stood alongside Jeremy.
"I have
found, with my experience of dealing with recalcitrant boys, that there
is one part of their bodies that they pay a lot of attention to in one
way but they often neglect to keep properly clean," said Mr Prestwick,
as he winked at the men. This was a signal to them to make sure they
were holding Jeremy as they knew what was coming next. He leant over
Jeremy and took hold of his penis with one hand whilst turning on the
toothbrush and rubbing it up and down its length. Jeremy let out a cry
although initially it was more of surprise than pain. At the start
Mr Prestwick was not applying much pressure and so it was pleasureable
and done for a purpose as Mr Prestwick explained: "This usually causes
boys to get erections which makes it easier to clean around the glans
of the penis and you can see that although Jeremy is feeling sorry for
himself due to his drinking, we can still see his little willy is
starting to stir. The tip of his penis is beginning to poke through his
foreskin." Indeed within a minute or two Jeremy's penis was fully erect
with his foreskin pulled back to below his glans, revealing a very
smooth tip that was just slightly darker in colour than the very pale
pink of the shaft of his penis.
"Well doesn't that look cute," said Ken, "it looks just like one of those hot dog sausages."
"If I was given a hot dog with a sausage as small as that, I'd take it
back. Its not even 3 inches long and thinner than my little finger."
said Barry. Jeremy was now bright red with embarrassment.
"But feel
how smooth his balls are, not a hair in sight, just 2 little marbles
kept safely in their own little pink bag," said Ken as he gently rubbed
Jeremy's scrotum.
"Enough of this frivolity," said Mr
Prestwick, "we need to get back to the job in hand of cleaning Jeremy
and helping him sober up. I've just put a blob of this very minty
toothpaste onto the brush which will make him smell nice too. It may be
more effective if you just rub some more toothpaste directly over his
balls," he said to Ken who was very happy to squeeze some toothpaste
straight onto Jeremy's scrotum and then rub it in. Meanwhile Mr
Prestwick was continuing to use the electric toothbrush to rub the
toothpaste all over Jeremy's penis, paying particular attention to his
glans and frenulum. He was not as gentle as he had been previously and
the others had to hold Jeremy quite tightly as he was squirming around.
He then moved to use the toothbrush on his scrotum, making sure all of
the toothpaste was rubbed in. All of his genitals were now covered with
a thin layer of white toothpaste and the rough treatment had made
Jeremy's erection disappear.
"This usually happens when I
scrub a little firmer," said Mr Prestwick as he pulled Jeremy's
foreskin forward again to completely cover his toothpaste covered
glans.
"This next part is what I find tends to have the longest
lasting effect on boys who need a reminder of their bad behaviour.
Especially the older boys who are so proud when their pubic hair grows,
although as you can see, young Jeremy here has not done too well in
that department, indeed I remember many boys in the under 13 football
team had more hair than this, as well as bigger willies and balls. But
as you're the barber Jeff, perhaps you could get rid of the few strands
of hair. I find pulling them out with tweezers is more effective as it
hurts a bit when you pull the hair out but it also takes much longer
for the hair to reappear and so the reminder to the boy lasts longer."
Jeff then proceeded to use the tweezers to start to pull out Jeremy's
pubic hair (he knew Mr Prestwick was going to ask him to do this and so
had a pair of tweezers in his pocket. When he had finished, Jeremy was
completely smooth above his penis (and everywhere else) but there was a
contrast in colour between the still white of his toothpaste covered
penis and scrotum and red skin where the hair had been pulled out.
"Ooooh, my balls and prick are hurting. What have you done to them they are on fire," cried Jeremy.
"Don't worry Jeremy," said Mr Prestwick, "its just the effect of the
mint toothpaste, it shows its doing its job of cleaning you properly,
we'll wash it off in a minute but I just want some more photos so you
can remember this occasion."
Jeff didn't need any
encouragement and he quickly proceeded to take several close up photos
of Jeremy's genitals. He even got Barry to hold his little finger
against Jeremy's penis and it could indeed be seen that his finger was
bigger. To make it even worse he then found an AA battery and placed it
on Jeremy's thigh and it could be seen that that was a little longer
than his penis.
"I think that one would be a good one for Jeremy to have as his 'wallpaper' on his phone," joked Barry.
"Jeremy, you need to get off of the table now and lay down on the floor
so that we can wash off the toothpaste, it will stop the burn you are
feeling," said Mr Prestwick.
Jeremy was a little slow at getting
off of the table and so, Ken and Barry turned him over onto his front
on the table and held him down whilst Mr Prestwick took hold of a
rather worn, size 10, plimsol and proceed to give Jeremy 6 hard swats
on his bare buttocks. (Clearly this had been pre-arranged as they acted
so quickly). His milky white buttocks quickly turned colour to a warm
red.
"When I tell you to do something Jeremy, you do it straight
away. Now get onto the floor before I give you another 6," said Mr
Prestwick.
Jeremy certainly didn't want a repeat of that and so
quickly got off of the table and lay down on the floor of the shower.
The cool floor was soothing on his sore buttocks.
"That's
better. Get those legs wider apart and just lay back. The water might
seem a bit cold but it will help you be ready for Mr Bradwell," said Mr
Prestwick. Jeremy complied, not wanting any further punishment. This
had clearly been planned as Jeff and Ken knelt at his head and each
held onto one of his arms above his head whilst James and Barry each
took a leg and pulled them as far apart as they would go, leaving Mr
Prestwick kneeling in between his legs with the shower hose in his
hand. All of a sudden a very cold blast of cold water came from the
shower and hit Jeremy right in the groin. It was quite a sophisticated
shower head and it had been adjusted to deliver needle sharp jets of
water. He then proceeded to soak Jeremy all over with this icy cold
water before returning to the area covered in toothpaste.
"Sorry Jeremy, but we need to make sure we get rid of all this
toothpaste or it will be very sore for you," said Mr Prestwick as he
once again aimed directly at his now shrivelled penis and testicles. Mr
Prestwick took hold of the tip of his penis to move it out of the way
to spray his testicles, using a cloth to rub across them to make sure
all of the toothpaste was removed from his scrotum. Jeremy was so
embarrassed as well as being in pain but was held tightly by the others
so there was nothing he could do.
"Almost done now," said Mr
Prestwick as he took hold of his penis and pulled back his foreskin. "I
think I could have used those tweezers here and my fingers seem too big
to hold such a little thing." He did, however, succeed in applying the
cold needle shower to the tender glans and all around the penis.
Finally he finished but not before the last humiliation for Jeremy.
Whilst he was held by others, laying naked and shivering on the floor,
Mr Prestwick took hold of Jeff's camera and took several pictures of
Jeremy. He did look a pathetic sight and to really rub it in, Mr
Prestwick placed a small ruler against his penis as he took some of the
photos which revealed that with the effect of the cold water, his penis
was barely an inch and a half long and his testicles seemed to have
disappeared completely.
He was finally allowed to get up and dry
himself whilst Jeff sorted his clothes out so that he was presentable
and sober by the time that Mr Bradwell arrived 45 minutes later.
To be continued ………