Jonnie’s Progress 10

By Schoolboy Jon

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Copyright 2023 by Schoolboy Jon, all rights reserved

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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 ………





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