Boarding School Parts 1 to 3

By Aldric

Copyright 2013 by Aldric, all rights reserved
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This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this does not describe real life and should not be taken as such. In the real world, behaviors as described in the story are not acceptable, tolerated, or legal. The reader should never confuse the difference between fiction and real life. This story is fictional.

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Boarding School, Part 1 of 8

 
 “Welcome to the Boys and Girls Academic Middle School (BGAMS)” read the sign over the driveway as my dad’s car pulled into the parking lot. The director of the school, Mr. Foster, pronounced it “Big Aims” during the pre-enrollment visit to our house last month. “It’s the school that lets you aim big,” he said. And he sounded very sincere too.
 
“Well boys, we’re here,” my dad said as he parked. Mr. Foster was standing on the sidewalk waiting for us while we got our suitcases out of the trunk. “I hope you enjoy it here,” dad said to me as we shook hands. I was too old for a hug, at least in public.
 
I was sure I was going to enjoy it. I had found the school while searching the web for a way to stay caught up in school while pursuing my life’s dream, which was singing. I used to sing Treble but my voice started changing last year and now I’m a Sopranist and working towards Alto. However, I can project Falsetto and because of that I’m very active in choir. But that activity means I travel almost all winter long. BGAMS is a boarding school designed specifically for kids between nine and fourteen who have other interests that keep them out of school for part of the year. If you’re bright enough, it compresses the regular public school curriculum into about half a school year. Kids who go here score way above average on standardized tests yet still have time to structure their classes around some other activity.
 
I just turned thirteen last week, and I have a lot of catching up to do. But one advantage here is that kids study according to their ability, not their age. Mr. Foster warned that I would most likely end up in classes with kids two or three years younger than me. That was fine with me. I’m small for my size to start with and back at my old school I got teased a lot because I’m a singer. I was in a choir and ended up on the evening news one day and some kids from school saw it. My voice was so high that I got called a lot of stupid names.
 
My brother, on the other hand, was big for his age. He’s eleven and a half, and he does not want to be here. He loved public school, but he always hung out with the wrong bunch of kids and frequently got into trouble. This fall he’ll be playing soccer on a traveling team so he’ll miss some school. But mostly my parents are hoping that here he will be removed from the bad apples and stay out of trouble. I guess all that matters is that my parents forked over a ton of money for us to come here and I can’t wait to get caught up so that there is no problem with me missing school for three months in the winter.
 
“Welcome to Big Aims,” Mr. Foster said. He had to help me with my bags while my brother was managing just fine on his own. “Let me show you to the dorm and get you settled. You’re fortunate that we have several openings because it gives you a choice of beds. Do you two want bunks? Or beds next to each other?”
 
“I want to be as far away from him as possible,” my brother said. “We’ve shared a room since I was three and that’s long enough to be close.” My brother has told me several times that he’s ashamed to be related to me. He thinks I’m a nerd and a wimp. He’s probably right on both counts.
 
“Scott, why don’t we wait until we see the dorm before you decide,” I said to him. “Maybe …”
 
“Won’t matter to me what it looks like. You can pick out your favorite spot and I’ll take the one furthest away from that.” My brother didn’t want to be here and he was going to make everyone as uncomfortable as possible. It’s his way of paying people back for making him do something he didn’t want to, like being sent here.
 
When Mr. Foster had come to the house he had pictures of all the laboratories, the classrooms, the dining room, and the grounds outside the school. If he had any pictures of the other facilities he didn’t show them and I didn’t ask. I was picturing a room shared by two to four kids. But from Mr. Foster’s question it sounded like my assumption was wrong.
 
Mr. Foster led us down a short hallway that opened into a large rectangular room. The room had no windows and was softly lit from above. There was a fireplace next to where we entered and a long bookcase against the opposite wall. The shorter walls to our left and right had doors on them. The room was filled with comfortable-looking sofas and chairs and had an abundance of desks and tables. “This is the common room,” Mr. Foster said. “Some kids like to do their homework here instead of the dorm or the library. Others just like to sit back and relax. The dorm is through here,” he said, leading us through the door to the left.
 
The dorm was a bit of a shock. It was a big room with windows along the outside wall. There were about twenty or so beds and ten bunks. Next to each bed was a desk with a computer on it and in the back of the room was a line of wardroom closets with locks. About half of the beds were made, some better than others. The other beds had just a bare mattress. Six of the bunks were also made, but most of them just the top bunk. Only two had the top and bottom made. All of the beds, bunks, desks, and wardrooms had matching numbers on them.
 
“It’s obvious which beds and bunks are claimed, so pick out the ones you want and put your bags on them,” Mr. Foster directed.
 
I looked around trying to figure out how to decide. I noticed one end had five beds that were poorly made and had clothes laying on them. I’m neat and tidy, so I looked to the other direction and ended up taking bed number 18, which was next to the windows. The bed closest to the one I chose was also empty. I kind of hoped my brother might change his mind and take it but instead he headed right to the messy end of the dorm, which of course would attract him. We argued constantly about our room back home since he was the opposite of me. I’m neat and orderly, he’s messy and chaotic.
 
Mr. Foster set my bag on the bed I had chosen and followed Scott with his eyes. He made a clicking noise with his mouth that sounded like disapproval when he saw were Scott was headed but he didn’t say anything until Scott chose a bed number 24 which was right next to the messiest ones.
 
“I’ll have to remember to remind Mr. Stone and his cohorts about dorm standards and rules,” he said. “We expect you to make up your beds every morning and take care of your dirty laundry. Speaking of which,” Mr. Foster opened my wardrobe closet and pulled out two large webbed bags with the number 18 on them. “These are your laundry bags. Dirty laundry is set in front of your wardrobe every Tuesday and Thursday. The staff will pick them up and wash them and return them to your bed on Wednesdays and Fridays. You have two bags—one for whites and one for darker clothes. If you don’t sort them properly the staff won’t wash them. When you run out of clean clothes you’ll have to go to the laundry and sort them properly yourself.”
 
“The bathroom is through there and the shower room over there,” he said, pointing to the two openings. Scott and I looked into each room. The bathroom had five stalls and five urinals and twenty sinks. There weren’t any dividers between the urinals but at least the stalls had doors.
 
The shower room was a tiled room with shower heads on three walls and drains in the middle. I suddenly felt very uncomfortable as I couldn’t image myself in here naked with dozens of other boys. Hey, don’t get me wrong, I’m not a prude. Sometimes when we were little my brother and I showered together, but I had not been seen naked by anyone other than him in years. And lately he had started to point out that his penis (he called it a dick of course) was nearly as big as mine. Since he hadn’t seen mine recently I’m not sure how he knew. But I had seen his, and he was right.
 
Mr. Foster took us back to the dorm. “We’re pretty liberal regarding clothing standards here. All classrooms and the dining hall require shirts and shoes to be worn. Short pants are acceptable, although some lab experiments require long pants, you’ll be told which ones in advance. Other than that we allow you to make your own choices as long as you keep your bodies and your clothes clean. You are sharing living spaces with up to fifty other students and being clean is essential to good health. Also, when deciding what to wear outside the dorm room keep in mind that the common room is used by the female students too. And obviously, girls are not expected to be in the boy’s dorm nor boys in the girl’s dorm unless there is a very good reason.”
 
“You two can start putting your stuff away while I go and get bedding for you. I’ll get you a lock for your wardrobe. We haven’t had problems with theft, but it’s a good idea to keep your valuables locked up just to avoid temptation.”
 
Mr. Foster left and I opened my suitcase and began putting clothes into the wardrobe—hanging my shirts and pants on the hangers and organizing everything else in the four drawers. Scott was doing the same, but instead of hanging clothes neatly and grouping items like socks and underwear, shirts, and pants; he was just jamming his clothes in until a draw was filled. He finished first and came over to bother me.
 
“I can’t wait to see how you handle changing clothes and taking showers,” he said. “I’ll bet the little kids here have bigger dicks than you do. And you don’t have to worry about how to dress outside of the dorm since you never go anywhere without long pants and a shirt and a tee shirt. You must be shaking ….”
 
“Shut up Scott!” I said. “I’m not afraid of changing clothes in front of other people.” That was a lie and he knew it too. Even when I traveled with the choir I changed in the bathroom and not in the motel room I shared with two or three other boys.
 
“Then how come you never change in our bedroom back home? You even wear all your clothes into the bathroom when you go to take a shower.”
 
“Because you always make comments about me and I don’t like it,” I said. That was true, he knew exactly what to say to embarrass me, so I changed in the bathroom with the door closed so he didn’t get the chance. He, on the other hand, would waltz naked from our room to the bathroom. He didn’t even close the door when he took a dump, let alone a shower.
 
The wardrobe closets were much bigger than I expected, large enough to stand up inside, and I had no trouble getting all my stuff inside. I didn’t really have that much to put in there. We were told that nothing with external sound was allowed, which bothered Scott more than me. I had an MP3 player but he had to leave his stereo behind. I left my computer, but the school provided computers so that didn’t matter.
 
Mr. Foster had a cart with him when he returned. He dropped a set of sheets and pillow cases and two pillows on each of our bunks and then handed us each a combination lock with the combination on a plastic ring. “I suggest you keep a copy of the combination someplace safe,” he said to us. “I’ll take the plastic back and keep it in the office along with your number so that if you forget you can come and ask.”
 
I quickly memorized the combination, something I’m good at. It was one thing Scott and I shared—the ability to quickly and permanently figure out sequences and memorize numbers or text passages. I saw Scott look at my combination and knew he had memorized it so I tried to see his but he kept it closed up in his hand. He loved doing stuff like that, always wanting to have the upper hand on anything. I’m sure he was privately gloating that he knew the combination to my wardrobe but I didn’t know the combination to his.
 
“The computers are all set up and have been tested. The log-in ID is you last name and the password is your bed number. You’ll want to change that right away of course,” Mr. Foster said. “We monitor your activities off the network. Of course, there are some computer experts enrolled here that try to stay one step ahead of us. But be warned, if we catch you downloading inappropriate content or images or going to banned sites you can be expelled. And your parent’s money is NOT refunded if you get expelled. The definition of ‘inappropriate’ and the content of banned sites is in your handbook. I suggest you read it before wandering around the internet.”
 
He gave us time to turn them on and change the password, and then we went on a tour of the school. We returned to the dorm and Mr. Foster gave us each a backpack from the cart. “Classes are about to let out, so let’s go meet your teachers and get the books you’ll be using.”
 
It was obvious that the teachers were prepared for the meeting because they were all gathered in one room. I ended up with about fifty pounds of books, schedules, times, and classrooms. I was disappointed to find out that Scott and I were both going to be in the same English and history classes. He smiled at me but didn’t say anything. I knew what he was thinking though. Even though we were two years apart back in public school here they just made him my equal.
 
We went back to the dorm to put our books and other stuff away. The dorm was noisy and crowded with about twenty boys there. I noticed that most of the boys near my bed were younger; the two bunks were occupied by kids no more than ten years old. As I headed that way I saw a group of kids my age and older move in around Scott. I stopped to watch.
 
“Who said you could use this bed?” the biggest of the group said to him.
 
“I didn’t ask anyone, I just took it,” Scott said.
 
“Well, you can just untake it. We like things like they are. Go take a bed over there somewhere,” the older kid said.
 
I knew Scott wouldn’t back down. “It’s my bed now and if you don’t like it then maybe you need to move to a different bed.”
 
“Clear out or I’ll beat you to a pulp!”
 
“No! I claimed the bed and it’s mine. I’m not leaving.”
 
“Do you think this is a joke? You think I won’t beat the shit out of you?” The big kid was moving in closer to Scott.
 
“No, I don’t think you’re joking. And I’m sure you can beat the shit out of me—you’re bigger, older, and stronger. But I’m not leaving. I like it here.”
 
“So you’ll fight me, even though you admit you can’t win?”
 
Scott nodded his head. “Even though I can’t win. And after you beat me, I’ll still keep coming back.” Scott was being crazy. The kid challenging him was at least fourteen, and a big fourteen year-old at that. Plus he was backed up by two other big kids and three smaller ones.
 
The leader looked around at the kids surrounding him and pointed at one of the younger ones. “What do you think Aaron, could he fit in around here with us?”
 
I’d seen the look before back at my old school. Aaron was trying to be a part of the leader’s gang. A wrong answer here could get him sent back to our side of the room.
 
“Well, he sounds mean, and he isn’t scared,” Aaron began. He appeared to be studying the leaders face, probably hoping for a clue as to how his answer was being received. “But we need to try him out, see how he handles the mice.”
 
“Okay, that seems like a fair test,” the big kid said. He looked at my brother and said, “Let’s see how you handle yourself. Go beat up that other new kid.” He looked over at me.
 
“Him? That’s my brother Tommy. If I hit him he’ll cry.” That little asshole—he knew how much I hated the name Tommy. My name was Thomas. Not Tom and definitely not Tommy.
 
“Then go make him cry,” the big kid said to Scott.
 
The kids nearest me scattered back towards their beds as Scott came across the room followed by the big kid.
 
“If you’ll just start crying now I won’t have to hit you,” he said to me.
 
“Go away and leave me alone Scott,” I said.
 
“Hey everyone, this here is my big brother Tommy. He sucked his thumb until he was nine and he wet his bed until he was eleven. I’ll bet he’s too …”
 
He didn’t need to tell everyone that! Besides, I stopped wetting the bed when I was ten. Except for that one time. And he was about to blab some other secrets so I threw a punch at him to shut him up.
 
He blocked my punch with one arm and punched back with the other, catching me right in the center of my rib cage. The pain was immediate and I felt like I couldn’t breath as I collapsed to the floor.
 
Scott turned back to the group of older kids. “Yep, that’s my brother Tommy. Two years ago he went out trick-or-treating dressed as a girl!” The group of kids laughed and pulled Scott back with them. He now was accepted by them.
 
I did dress as a girl, but only because we made a bet and I lost. I only had to go to two houses. But he wasn’t going to tell them that part, or how it could have been him that lost.
 
“He just knocked the wind out of you, you’ll be okay.” One of the boys from my side of the room had come over and he was helping me stand up. “I’m Randy Combs.” Randy looked about my age.
 
“The big kid over there is my Jared Stone. He’s trouble; you need to avoid him as much as possible. My brother, Edgar, is part of his crew. Him and Carl Dunn are thirteen and you need to be careful around them too. The others are wannabe’s. Jared allows them to hang around and he and Edgar and Carl use them to terrorize the rest of us. That’s Kim Boyd, he’s twelve, and behind him is Aaron Pierce. He just turned eleven.” Randy pointed out each of the kids.
 
“I’m twelve,” Randy said. He had the bed closest to mine. He pointed to the bed on the other side of his. “That’s Tim Harlick, he’s thirteen.”
 
He went around the group, pointed at each kid. “In the top bunk there is Colin West. He’s nine and we try hard to help him. The other bunk contains Dylan and Darrin Becker. They’re both ten and only they can tell each other apart.” I looked and saw the boys were identical twins. They looked familiar to me, but I couldn’t quite place where I had seen them before.
 
“Behind us is Jack Swan, he’s eleven, and Tom Knight, he’s twelve.” They all got out of their beds to come and meet me.
 
“Hi,” I said. “I’m Thomas Flecher, and I just turned thirteen last week. Please don’t call me Tom or especially not Tommy.” I pointed to Scott and said, “That’s my brother Scott. He’s eleven.”
 
“Just what they need, another one to pick on us,” one of the twins said.
 
“Is it bad?” I asked.
 
“Not really,” Randy said. “Except for me, my brother loves to make me suffer. But mostly they make us do their chores, and sometimes their homework. Sometimes on the weekend they get a little wound up and it gets more serious. But for the most part if we just do what they say they don’t hurt us and don’t do stuff to us.”
 
“But why don’t you just tell Mr. Foster? Wouldn’t he stop it?”
 
“I’m sure he’d like to. But Jared’s father donates over a million dollars a year here while Jared is enrolled. For that kind of money the trustee’s won’t allow Mr. Foster to do anything serious to him. He could never get expelled. And if you tell, he’ll just get back at you. So it’s safer to try and avoid him and do what he says if you get caught.”
 
The others all expressed their agreement.
 
“Don’t worry, a little horseplay once in a while and we do their share of the chores in addition to ours,” Tim said “They’ll probably ride you hard for a few days since you’re new here but then they’ll get bored. Except for them the rest of the school is fantastic. And the best meals I’ve ever had.”
 
I stared at the twins trying to remember where I might have met them before.
 
“Did you figure it out yet?” one of them asked.
 
“Who we are he means,” the other one explained.
 
I shook my head and Tim explained. “They’re movie stars,” he said.
 
The twins both blushed. “Come on, we did one movie. And they were small parts,” one of them said.
 
Then I remembered. “You played Johnny Walker in “The Devil’s Cut,” didn’t you?”
 
“Yep, that was us. Some days Dylan was on the set and some days it was me. The producer thought he could tell us apart, but we decided who was on when, not him.”
 
“They’re going to be on a television show,” Colin said. “Double Trouble.”
 
“We got the parts and they produced twelve shows. If enough people like it they’ll produce more. But we missed so much school that we had to come here to catch up.”
 
“You can get their autographs later,” Colin said, grabbing my hand. “But right now it’s time for dinner. Come on, I want to sit next to you.” He pulled me towards the door.
 
“Oh, isn’t that cute?” I heard Carl say from across the room. “Colin’s got somebody to hold hands with now.”
 
Then Scott started singing “Tommy and Colin, sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g,” and the other members of the crew broke out laughing. Colin immediately let go of my hand. Randy, Tim, Colin, Dylan and Darrin, Jack, Tom, and me let the others pass us and followed them to the dining hall.
 
 
 
Boarding School, Part 2 of 8
 
The boys were right, the food was great. I looked around and my eyes locked in on a girl two tables over. She had shiny brown hair that hung down to her shoulders and the prettiest smile I’d ever seen.
 
Tim saw me staring and followed my gaze. “Forget about her,” he said to me. “That’s my sister Linda. And she likes Randy’s brother Edgar.”
 
“Yeah, she’s almost as much trouble as Jared’s crew,” Jack said. “I’d look somewhere else if I were you.”
 
“Too late,” Colin said. “Edgar’s already seen you looking at her. He’s talking to your brother now. I bet they do something to you later.”
 
“Whatever they tell you to do, do it,” Randy said. “Even though they’re beasts, you have to remember that it takes brains to get in here. They aren’t stupid. They know we all like little Colin here and so they do stuff to him when we won’t cooperate.”
 
“Yeah, he and Randy always get the worst of it,” one of the twins said. “I wish this was like our characters on our TV show where we’re the ones who save the day. Here, we’re just mice and they’re the crew.”
 
“Come on, there’s eight of us and only six of them,” I said. “We outnumber them. That ought to count for something.”
 
“Not much,” Randy said. “They’re all jocks—football, basketball, stuff like that. And their average age is higher than ours.”
 
“How about the staff—there must be somebody here who would help us. They can’t all be scared of Jared’s dad’s money.”
 
“You’d be surprised what a million or two can do in a place like this. Staff members aren’t allowed to punish Jared, only Mr. Foster is allowed to. If they try they get fired. And Mr. Foster doesn’t do anything to him—maybe detention or an extra chore, but that’s the worst of it.”
 
“Yeah, and last month when they hung me from the roof I told my dad,” Colin said. “He tried to get Jared in trouble, but the crew all said they saw Randy do it. Randy nearly got kicked out. I had to tell my dad I was lying and I let Randy do as a joke or he’d be gone.”
 
“Why’d they hang you from the roof?” I asked.
 
“Because I wouldn’t do something they told me to,” Jack said. “They knew Colin was scared of heights, so they tied a rope around his ankles and hauled him up as high as they could. They scared the hell out of him because of me! And he’s only nine years old.”
 
Colin gave him a hug. I could see that Colin enjoyed close contact. “I told you, it was partly my fault too. If I hadn’t cried when Aaron hit me then he wouldn’t have got into trouble and then Jared wouldn’t have been mad at me.”
 
“The point is, don’t start trouble with them” Tim said. “Just do what they tell you. If you don’t, they’ll pick one or two of us and make us do stuff until you submit to them. It’s a ritual they invented. It’s…”
 
“Don’t tell him now. Let them explain it to him,” Randy said.
 
I tried to get more out of them but they all clamed up and wouldn’t answer any of my questions. With dinner over, they all had homework so we returned to the dorm.
 
It wasn’t long before Jared and his crew showed up. They too had homework, some of which they worked on, but anything boring or that they didn’t feel like doing they gave to one of my new friends.
 
Once the homework was done they gathered around. I had studied the behavior of wolves one time and it was kind of interesting to watch the bullies. Jared, the alpha male, stood in front with his arms folded over his chest. On either side of him stood Carl Dunn and Randy’s brother Edgar, but they were each about six inches behind Jared. Apparently my brother understood the pack mentality for he stayed in the back. However, I noticed that he was in front of the two ‘wannabe’s’, Kim and Aaron.
 
“I got assigned to clean the shower tonight because of you,” Edgar said to Randy. “You forgot to put my clothes away this morning.”
 
“I’m sorry,” Randy said. “I’ll clean the showers for you.”
 
“You bet you will,” Edgar said, but Jared had a different idea.
 
“No, Tommy will clean them. You guys will show him how to make sure the floor sparkles.”
 
“My name is Thomas, not Tommy,” I said.
 
Jared stared at me for a few seconds. Scott started to come around to deal with me, but Jared made a hand signal and Scott stopped where he was.
 
“Colin, go pee in the toilet and then give yourself a swirly. And keep your whole head in for at least a count of thirty,” Jared said.
 
With his ears bright red, little Colin started slowly walking towards the bathroom. “Wait,” I said. There was a problem however as I didn’t have a plan for what I was going to say next. Colin stopped and looked at me. His eyes were pleading with me to not make him go stick his head in a toilet filled with piss.
 
“I uh, guess it’s okay if you call me Tommy though,” I said.
 
“Keep moving Colin,” Jared said.
 
Jared looked at me and said, “You don’t give me or my crew permission. You don’t tell us its okay to do something. We tell you what you can do, not the other way around.”
 
I could hear the sound of Colin peeing into one of the toilets. His stream tapered off, then stopped for a second. It restarted twice, then just the sound of the last drops as he shook them off his dick.
 
“Colin, hold up a second,” Jared said, loud enough for him to hear.
 
“What’s your name?” he asked me.
 
Now I had a problem. If I gave in this easily now then I would give in every time in the future. But if I stood my ground, little Colin was going to stick his face in that toilet bowl and hold it there. Plus, all the other kids that had been nice to me would probably turn against me too.
 
“Tommy,” I said in a soft voice.
 
“From now on, that’s your name. If anyone here calls you Tom or Thomas, you will tell me. If a staff member or a teacher calls you Thomas you will correct them. You will sign your papers and letters home as Tommy.”
 
I nodded my head. I couldn’t look at my brother because I knew he’d have a smile from one ear to the other.
 
“Go in there and tell Colin to give you a swirly,” Jared said to me. “Scott will watch to make sure he does it right. When you’re done you can start cleaning the showers. These guys will show you how to do it.”
 
I walked meekly into the bathroom with Scott following right behind me. “This is so cool! My big brother is going to get a swirly from a little kid. I wish I had a camera.” At least he was having fun.
 
The water in the bowl was a light yellow color with bubbles on the top. I fought bile that came up my throat and got down on my knees in front of the bowl.
 
“I’m sorry,” Colin said.
 
“Me too.” I took a deep breath and bent over and pushed my face in.
 
My ears were above the water line so I could hear Scott tell Colin to count to thirty. “And hold his head down so he can’t lift it up,” he told him. Colin’s hand lightly pushed on the back of my head.
 
“Push his face down in there or I’ll give you one when he’s done,” Scott said. Colin pushed hard, forcing my nose into the bottom of the bowl. Colin continued counting.
 
At twenty I was already near the end of how long I could hold my breath and I prayed that Colin would count faster. Then as he counted twenty-eight, somebody, probably Scott, poked me in the sides. All my breath came out and I tried to rise but Colin’s hand held me down. I struggled and my feet slid on the floor as I fought to keep from breathing in the water and piss.
 
As soon as he said “thirty,” Colin pulled my head up. I came up soaking wet and coughing from breathing in some of the water. Scott left, laughing as he walked out. Colin held on to me until I stopped coughing. I looked at him and saw he was crying.
 
I wanted to rinse out my mouth, hell, I wanted to brush my teeth, but Colin said “You’ve got to go clean the shower room now, and you have to be naked when you do it. And they’ll watch you strip down too because they know nobody likes to strip naked while other people watch.”
 
We left the bathroom and Jared’s crew were all laughing as the foul water dripped down from my face and hair. Scott tossed me a towel and I started to use it to dry my hair when I realized it wasn’t a towel. I looked over at my bed and saw my pillow case was missing. I dropped it from my hands, but I had already gotten it wet and knew I’d be sleeping on it later that night.
 
The wannabe’s were slapping Scott on the back and telling him what a great job he was doing. I could see from his eyes that he had more in store for me.
 
“Now it’s time to watch you strip down. Do it right here in front of everybody, and don’t you dare turn your back or attempt to cover up,” he said to me.
 
What Colin had told me was right. Whether Scott figured it out on his own or somebody told him, he was giving the right orders to complete my humiliation. Fearing what they might do to little Colin if I refused, I started to undress in front of them.
 
Then Scott made it even worse. “And sing while you do it. That stupid song you learned just before we came here.”
 
I began to sing the song he wanted me to sing. It was a high-pitched song and I had to struggle to reach it. The other boys were all looking at me like I was from Mars. Scott explained to them that I enjoyed singing like a girl.
 
The crew moved around and pushed my friends to the front where they were going to be forced to watch. The crew moved in behind them.
 
I took off my shoes and socks first, followed by my shirt and undershirt, singing as I stripped. “Look at that white chest,” Carl said. “Doesn’t he ever take his shirt off outside?”
 
“He doesn’t take anything off at all. Even in the heart of summer he’ll have long pants and a long-sleeved shirt on,” Scott said. Then he added, “Till now.”
 
Then it got more difficult as I had to remove my pants. I worked slowly but steadily on my belt and snap, then unzipped them and pulled them down. I was wearing standard white briefs under them.
 
“Shit, he’s got piss stains on the front,” Kim said, laughing at the yellow stain on the front of my underpants. I could feel my ears burning as I pulled my feet out of the pants legs.
 
“This is unacceptable Tommy,” Jared said. “From now on, Colin will help you go to the bathroom. He will shake it off for you. If he isn’t available then one of the other mice will do it. You are not allowed to go to the bathroom without someone to help you. Do you understand?”
 
“Yes,” I said without looking at him. How could I sink any lower than having a nine-year-old help me take a piss? I peeled the underpants off but it only got worse. The fear had made my balls rise up and my penis shrink. I’m not that well endowed to start with, but like this I must have looked a bit like Colin. The crew made the comment and even my friends were laughing at the sight of my skinny body and undersized equipment. I started towards the shower room.
 
“Dirty clothes go in your ditty bag,” Edgar said. “Especially ones covered in piss.”
 
I gathered up my clothes and started towards my wardrobe closet when Scott said, “Hey, I can’t see you. Hold your clothes over your head.”
 
Raising my clothes over my head, I made my way to my ditty bag and sorted my light-colored clothes from the dark ones. Finally they let me enter the shower room. A scrub brush and two plastic bottles were in there waiting for me.
 
Randy followed me to show me how to clean the room. “You spray this stuff here all over the tiles and let it run down the wall,” he said, indicating which product to use. “Then you scrub the walls and rinse it off. You do the floor the same way. After doing the floor, you use the disinfectant on the floor so we don’t get athlete’s foot or something.”
 
He left and I took a mental measurement. The room was roughly thirty feet long and twenty feet wide, with eight foot high walls. The brush was less than a foot wide. This was going to take a while.
 
I decided I would only do the walls part way up and started spraying the cleaner around the room, wondering if it was safe to breath. I then started brushing, making just one pass as I worked my way around the room. Because I wasn’t doing a good job, it wasn’t taking too long.
 
As I started on the floor seven boys from my side of the room came in naked. As I bent over to start scrubbing the floor I felt a warm spray hit my back. I turned to look at who was behind me and saw Jack Swan peeing on me. I moved to my right only to move right into Colin West’s stream. The other boys all moved forward to join in on targeting me and I crawled across the wet floor to the door only to be met by Jared Stone.
 
“Done already?” he asked.
 
“They were peeing on me!” I said angrily.
 
“Are you sure? Peeing isn’t allowed in here. They could get in trouble for doing that.” I thought I’d just made a mistake, but he ignored it.
 
“Let’s see how you’re doing,” Jared said. He ran a finger along the wall higher than I had brushed. “This isn’t done up here. You have to reach to get it all the way to the top.” He picked my brush up from where I had dropped it and tossed it to Tim Harlick. “Tim, show him how the brush is used, would you?”
 
Tim caught the brush as Jared left. I sensed the other boys moving in behind me but I was too slow to get away from them. They grabbed me and pulled me to the floor. Then, while one held my head down the others slid my knees forward until my ass was in the air.
 
I didn’t know what they were doing until the first hit from the brush on my back side. It didn’t hurt that bad, but it made a loud slap that echoed off the walls. The next nine hits came quickly and by then my ass was on fire. Harlick may have been from my side of the room but he wasn’t taking anything off his swing.
 
“Hey, I’ve got an idea,” Edgar said. “Somebody get me the broom handle.” Two boys left in a hurry and returned a moment later with the five-foot long broom handle.
 
“Should we use some of the cleaning solution as a lubricant?” Carl Dunn asked.
 
“Naw, all he needs is a little water. It’ll slide right along.
 
I struggle as hard as I could but I couldn’t get free. “Please don’t,” I said and immediately broke into tears. I didn’t know how a piece of wood would feel up my ass hole, but I knew it would hurt. “Please let me go, please, I’ll do anything,” I blubbered.
 
Suddenly I was pulled to my feet. “Here, take this,” Randy said, handing me the broom handle. Attached to the end with the screw on it was the brush. “Use this to reach all the way to the top of the wall,” he said.
 
“Tommy thought we were going to rape him,” my brother said as they boys all filed out.
 
“Yeah, well if he doesn’t clean the room properly, maybe next time we will,” Edgar said.
 
As the crew filed out, the other kids stayed and helped me. Tim came and told me he was sorry. “I had to do it, they were going to hurt Colin if I didn’t,” he said regarding the spanking he had just given me.
 
“They really have it in for you,” one of the twins said.
 
“What else can they do?” I asked. We were all talking in whispers and had stationed Colin near the door to watch for them.
 
“They all beat off over your bed,” he said. “And they made me, Randy, and Tom do it too. We’re the only mice that can shoot. Your sheet is covered in cum.”
 
“Man, there has to be some way to put a stop to this,” I said. “We have to stand up to them.”
 
“Like you did when they made Colin go pee?” Randy said. He was right though, I caved in right away. I couldn’t expect them to stand up to the bullies when I gave in to the first command.
 
“Don’t feel bad, we’ve all given up when they pick on Colin. That’s why they call him out first, he’s our weak spot,” Randy said.
 
“And you have to give in,” Tom said. “They really will hurt him if you don’t. Nothing scares them because they can get away with anything. You did the right thing.”
 
“Hang in there, we’re behind you. Jared will pull the reigns back on your brother sooner or later and you’ll be allowed be normal again. Just go with it for now.”
 
“You don’t know my brother,” I said. “Now that he’s tasted controlling me he’ll never let up.”
 
It looked like my three-month stay at BGAMS was going to be a lot less fun than I had thought. Maybe I could find a way out and leave my brother behind—that was the only hope I had. Of course, that would mean the mice would be at his mercy, so I’d have to get him out of here too I guess.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Boarding School Part 3 of 8
 
After the shower room was clean Randy, Jack, Tom, and Tim invited me to go with them and shoot some baskets. But as I started pulling clothes out of my wardrobe Scott stopped me. “You’re not getting dressed again Tommy. Just put on pajamas.”
 
“And you’re not in charge of me,” I said, pulling a clean pair of underpants on.
 
“You just have to make me look bad in front of my new friends, don’t you,” he said. “Okay, you go out and have fun. I’ll stay here with Colin and the twins.”
 
I paused, fearing what he might do to them if I dared to defy him. Colin and the twins were too far away to hear the conversation. They had not dressed after helping me clean the shower room but had their pajamas. They were over by the bunk beds.
 
“Go ahead,” he said. “We’ll have fun. They’ll be here waiting for you when you get back.”
 
“Look, Scott, leave them alone. If you want something, deal with me.”
 
“I am. I’m telling you, go and have fun. Shoot baskets, walk around and stay out for a while. Just go, I’m not going to hurt them.”
 
I wasn’t sure that I could trust him, but I reached for a shirt just to see what he would do.
 
“Uh, no, Tommy. I said go out and play. Just like you are.”
 
All I had on was a pair of white briefs. “Okay, you win Scott. I’ll stay here and put on pajamas.” I started reaching for the drawer where my pajamas were but he grabbed my hand.
 
“You don’t seem to understand. I said to go outside. You want me to leave them alone? Then do as I say. If you don’t get going outside, I will find something to do with the twins.”
 
Even as he said it he was smiling, knowing I was going to walk out the door in my underwear. “And if you see any girls out there, make sure you stop and introduce yourself,” he said as I stepped back from the wardrobe.
 
The other boys were dressed and waiting for me. “Let’s go,” I said when I got over by them. They looked down at my underpants. “I have to or he’ll go after the twins. Let’s just get this over with,” I said, leading the way to the common area.
 
There were girls there of course. Three of them, along with Jared and Edgar, who I hadn’t even noticed weren’t in the dorm. I had to walk over as they all snickered.
 
“Hi, I’m Thom—uh, Tommy Flecher,” I said. My face must have been bright red; I’d never been so embarrassed in my life. Just to make it worse, one of the girls was the girl I saw at dinner, Tim’s sister. See was even cuter close up—but she had her arm around Edgar’s shoulder.
 
“Hello. I’m Linda Harlick, Tim’s sister. This is Samantha, better known as Sam, and that is Melissa,” she said, never once looking me in the eye. Her gaze was at my groin.
“And where are your clothes?”
 
“Uh, my brother thought I might get them dirty and I’ve already put the clothes I wore today in the laundry bags. But I really wanted to go outside before it got too late. I don’t mind being like this,” I said. But my voice broke and they all must have known I was lying.
 
“Your brother must be smart. That’s very good advice. Isn’t it Tim?” She looked at her brother. “Why don’t you just leave your clean clothes here and you can pick them up in the morning. That way they won’t be all smelly and covered with sweat.”
 
“Yeah, Randy,” Jared said. “You should leave yours here too. You two as well,” he said to Jack and Tom.
 
They didn’t obey instantly, but they all did obey. All four of them had boxers on so it didn’t look as embarrassing as it was for me.
 
“You know Tim,” Linda said, comparing her brother to me, “I think briefs would be good for you, at least until you’re older. I think I’ll order some for you.” The other two girls had their hands over their mouths to keep back the laughter.
 
I looked at Tim’s face and saw it turn bright red.
 
“You know, I think all the mice should wear briefs. It can be what sets them apart from the rest of us,” Jared said. “I’ll figure out the right sizes and order some tonight. You guys carry on and have fun, and remember, your clothes will be right here when it’s time to get dressed in the morning.”
 
“Shit!” Randy said when we got away from them. “Every one of the girls will be out there to watch see us tomorrow. Jared almost never includes the girls when he picks on us.”
 
“I’m really sorry guys,” I said. “I don’t know any way to stop this from happening.”
 
“It was happening before you got here and as long as Jared is here it will keep on happening. You being here just got them stirred up. After they see that they own you they’ll start ignoring you. But I sure hope he doesn’t start bringing the girls into to this more often.”
 
Instead of doing anything we just found a place where we would be out of site should any girls walk by.
 
“At least here we can beat off,” Jack said. “Even though we just did over Thomas’s bed—we don’t know when we’ll get another chance.”
 
“First off, I’m supposed to tell Jared if any of you call me anything except Tommy,” I said. “But don’t worry, I won’t. Second, …”
 
“No, you’d better tell,” Jack said. “If he makes one of us tell the truth and you didn’t tell him it’ll be a lot worse.”
 
“Why would they, I mean how would they make you tell the truth?” I asked.
 
“They like to play a game called ‘truth’ sometimes when their picking on someone. I’m sure you’ll get a chance to play. If they ask you a question and you’re supposed to answer it truthfully. If you do, and if they believe you, then they leave you alone. If they catch you in a lie then they do other stuff.”
 
“Like what?”
 
“Sometimes a spanking, sometimes sick stuff like inviting the other mice to come and pee on you,” Tom said.
 
“Once they used the broom handle to beat the bottom of Dylan’s feet because his brother told a lie. Dylan cried most of the night and could hardly walk the next day. We were scared they broke something in his feet, but he got better,” Tim said. “After that, we’re afraid to lie.”
 
“What kind of questions do they ask?” I asked.
 
“Mostly if we’ve been playing with ourselves. We’re not allowed to without permission but we all do anyway. They don’t punish us too bad for that.”
 
“You mean you aren’t allowed to beat off?” I had been playing with myself since I was ten, in the bathroom away from Scott of course. It was something I did nearly every day and didn’t intend to stop.
 
“If we want to beat off we have to ask for permission. If they tell us we can, we have to strip completely naked and stand in front of everyone while we do it. And we can’t cum until they tell us we can,” Randy explained.
 
“Once I had to stand there for an hour and keep from cumming,” Tom said. “My dick was so sore that when they told me to go ahead and cum I almost couldn’t.”
 
“So what happens if you tell them you did beat off without permission?”
 
“Then they make us do it again, in front of everyone. Only they make it take longer by not letting you cum. And you get paddled. They normally make Colin or the twins spank us,” Tim said.
 
“Spankings last until you cry,” Tim added. “Colin usually cries before the person he’s giving a spanking to. But if he doesn’t do it and hit hard then they give him one.”
 
“How the hell do you guys stay here with it like that?” I asked. “I’m going to have my parents get me out of here tomorrow.”
 
“No you’re not,” Jack said. “They make us show them all of our mail before we put it in the envelope. If they see a letter in the mail they didn’t read you’ll be in trouble.”
 
“And they’ll make you tell them your password to the computers. They read all of our email. If you say anything except how much you love it here you get punished,” Tom added.
 
“Face it buddy; your stuck here until it’s time for you to go to whatever activity you do that makes this school necessary,” Randy said.
 
For me that was three months! I couldn’t live here like that for three months. Especially not with Scott in charge of me. I had to figure something out, and soon.
 
We decided not to beat off. I kind of wanted to, but not with four other boys around. Maybe I’d be able to do it after everyone else fell asleep.
 
When we got back to the common area we saw the twins and Colin playing cards with the two wannabe’s Kim and Aaron. They were playing for pennies and I noticed that Kim and Aaron’s piles were three times as big as Colin’s and the twin’s.
 
Come and play cards with us,” Colin pleaded.
 
There weren’t any girls there at the moment, but none of us wanted to take a chance that one might show up.
 
“Not tonight Colin,” Randy said. “Can they come with us?” he asked Kim.
 
“No, they want you guys to play. Sit down and play cards.”
 
“Uh, no, it’s late and I’ve…” I started, but Aaron cut me off.
 
“Sit down and play. Get a face card and you can go in. Get a number card and lose one article of clothing until tomorrow.”
 
I realized that my saying no had just made this worse. We all sat down and joined the twins and Colin.
 
Aaron dealt the cards face up. Dylan (or Darrin, I couldn’t tell which) got a Jack. He was done, but his brother got a three. He took off his pajama top.
 
Colin got a six and also took off his top. I was next and got an ace.
 
Randy got a queen, but Tim got a nine. He slid his boxers off.
 
Jack got a king. That left Tom. His card slid off the table but we all saw it was a number card. He looked like he was ready to cry as he slid his boxers off.
 
“I’ll take those,” Kim said to Tom as he grabbed the pajama tops and Tim’s boxers.
 
“Can we get those back inside the dorm tomorrow?” Tim asked.
 
Aaron shrugged his shoulders as was about to answer when Kim asked, “Why? Tell the truth.”
 
Tim pointed four piles of clothes. “Those are ours. We have to put them on out here tomorrow.”
 
“Cool!” Kim said with a smile. He looked at Aaron, not sure how far to go.
 
“I’ll tell you what,” Aaron said. “I feel generous tonight. Play one more round. If you get a face card, you can have your boxers back now. But if you don’t, then you have to pick a girl to dress you.”
 
“No, we pick a girl to dress you,” Kim said.
 
Tom and Tim looked at each other. Tom made up his mind first. “I’ll do it.” Aaron cut the deck in the middle and flipped the top card to Tom. It was a Jack.
 
“Lucky!” Aaron said as he passed Tom’s boxers back to him. “How about you?” he said to Tim.
 
“Oh, what the hell,” Tim said. Aaron shuffled the cards and let Tim cut the deck. Aaron then turned up the top card and flipped it over. It was a three.
 
“Oh, too bad!” Aaron said with a smile. “Double or nothing? You win you get them back now. But if you lose you have to pick someone to go through it with you.”
 
I watched his face while he was considering the offer. I was scared to death that he was going to do it and lose and choose me.
 
“I’ll do it,” Tim said. “If I lose, Tommy will go with me.” I knew it, but I had to admit to myself that I was the logical choice.
 
Aaron shuffled the cards again and this time let me cut the deck. He flipped up the next card. It was an ace! We were saved, at least for the night.
 
“Boy, are you lucky,” Aaron said. He tossed Tim’s boxers across the room. “What the hell, we don’t need these either,” he said, dropping the pajama tops. He and Kim got up and went into the dorm looking disgusted.
 
“I’m sorry Tom, I mean, Tommy. But I had to do it. None of the girls have ever seen any of us naked. I just, you know, I just couldn’t. I’m really sorry I put you on the spot.”
 
“Don’t worry about it,” I said. But my knees were actually shaking from how close we came to being out here naked in the morning. “I’ve had a long day and I just want to go to bed. I don’t suppose there is any chance of getting a clean sheet tonight, is there?”
 
“The laundry is closed after five,” Jack said. “But even if it were open, it wouldn’t be a good idea to change it after what Jared and his crew did to it. Adam will be in first thing in the morning and he’ll get you a new one.”
 
“Adam?” I asked.
 
“He’s like a helper. He’s seventeen but done with high school. He wants to be on the staff here but they won’t take him until he’s graduated from college. He has a room in the staff house and works odd jobs while he goes to school. He comes in to wake us up in the morning.”
 
“Okay,” I said, resigned to having to sleep on a bunch of dried cum. “I’m going to take a leak and go to bed then.”
 
“Then I have to help,” Colin said.
 
“Oh, shit, I forgot about that.” I let Colin lead me inside and into the bathroom. I stood off to the side of one of the urinals and pulled my dick through the fly of my briefs.
 
“I’ve never touched another boy’s dick before,” Colin said. But he didn’t seem to mind as he grabbed it and aimed it at the urinal. It took me a few seconds to get the stream going with him hanging on but fortunately I really needed to pee and that overcame my modesty.
 
But as my stream ended and he shook it he leaned over to see the front. His hand slid up to the glans and he squeezed it to get the last few drops out. For some reason I started to get hard.
 
“Hey, you’re getting a boner,” Colin said.
 
“Shhh,” I said, but too late.
 
“Let me see that,” Scott said, coming up behind me. “You’re right, he’s got a boner. Hold on to it and go out there and show everybody Colin.”
 
Instead of being upset, Colin was giggling as he pulled me out of the bathroom by my dick. Scott followed us out. “Look everybody; my brother got a boner when Colin touched it. He must enjoy having Colin touch it.”
 
Colin finally caught on that while it was something new and different for him it was horribly embarrassing for me and he let go. After enduring a lot of laughs I started for bed but Jared called me back.
 
“You’ve got a boner Tommy. What are you going to do with it?”
 
“I, uh, nothing. I’m just going to go to bed.”
 
“I don’t think so. With a boner like that I’ll bet you were planning to beat off as soon as you got under the sheets. Has anyone told you the rules here?”
 
“Uh, yeah, they told me. I’m not allowed to beat off unless I get permission. But I wasn’t, I was just going to go to bed and…”
 
“I’m giving you permission,” Jared said. “Take off your underpants so you can get a good grip. And stand right here,” he said, pointing to a spot right in front of my bed.
 
“You should let Colin do it since he’s the one who got Tommy hard in the first place,” Scott said.
 
“That’s a good idea. Colin, since you’re too young to jerk off yourself, see if you can figure out how to make Tommy’s work.”
 
I still hadn’t taken off my briefs while Colin looked at me. I don’t know if he was checking to see if I minded or was wishing I would stop it. But it didn’t matter as Scott jerked my underpants down around my knees.
 
“Jared told you to take these off. Now complete the job,” he said. With my four inch long boner on display for all to see, it began to wilt as I stepped out of my underpants. Scott kicked them over towards my dirty laundry bags.
 
“Hey look,” Aaron said, “That mouse has a little hair. But he still has a mouse-sized dick!”
 
“Colin, it looks like you have your work cut out for you. He’s gone soft on you and you’ll have to get him hard again,” Edgar said. To me he added, “And if it takes him so long that we get bored then we’ll have to punish him.”
 
The message was received, allow Colin to make me hard again and then let him jack me until I shot my sperm onto my own bunk. Colin’s hand was already around my dick and I tried to picture Linda Harlick in my mind and pretend it was her hand on my dick.
 
It worked, my dick hardened almost immediately. I was almost there when Jared said, “Tell us before you shoot.”
 
Those words brought me back to reality and I lost the feeling. But with my eyes closed I could picture Linda and it didn’t take too long before I knew I was ready. “Okay, I’m gonna shoot,” I said, and just in time as I could feel the pressure mounting. I put my hand over Colin’s to get the speed up and pumped twice before my dick shot it’s watery load of cum. Three sprits and a little dribble and then I was done.
 
I went back to my wardrobe to put on pajamas. I bent over to pick up my underpants but Scott said, “You don’t need to wear underpants with pajamas.” I left them lay there while I put my pajamas on.
 
I tried to avoid the fresh cum spots I had just added to my bed. The crew was making noise but it was quiet over here in the mouse section, but I still couldn’t sleep. I keep thinking about how I could get free of this hellhole. After the lights went out I could hear the sound of a bed squeaking from over by the crew side of the room and I knew that one of them was beating off. That made me realize that I had surrendered myself to their every rule. I couldn’t go to the bathroom without someone to hold my dick. I couldn’t beat off without permission. I wondered what else would change in the future. Finally, long after the room was quiet, I fell asleep.
 
Thus my first day at BGAMS ended.
 
 

 

   
   
(The End)