The Other Tom Brown's Schooldays Chapters 1-2
By Pueros

Copyright 2005 by Pueros, all rights reserved

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY

Chapter 1 Conspiracy

(London, England, September 1803)

"Send him to some very distant and cheap boarding school!" suggested the conspiratorial solicitor.

"I don't know of any," replied the conspiratorial uncle, "so can you recommend one?"

"Yes," replied the solicitor, "as I know a school doctor very well. We shared lodgings at university and became, er, quite intimate. The remote educational establishment's fees are very cheap because the overheads are low, not least the staff wages. However, the employees, including my physician friend, happily accept parsimonious pay because certain perks are unrivalled!"

"What perks?" enquired the uncle.

"The boys!" the solicitor answered, whilst displaying a wicked grin.

"You see," the smiling solicitor advised, "no-one can care very much about the boys if they send them to such a distant school, whose remoteness necessitates boarding all year. There's no going home for holidays. In fact, the parents or guardians must actually hate the children to despatch them to such an establishment, and the staff are aware of this situation and so realise that they can do virtually anything with the pupils!"

"You," the solicitor suggested to the uncle, "as the young orphan's kind and caring guardian, can consequently fulfil the terms, laid down in the will of the brat's late widower father, to send his son to a public school, without spending very much. The remoteness of the place will also ensure that the child is well out of the way for the next nine years and therefore oblivious to how you invest the huge fortune that currently represents his inheritance but will undoubtedly have quietly disappeared by the time he finishes his schooling!"

"What an excellent suggestion!" remarked the uncle, who was now also grinning. The crooked solicitor, whose smile had broadened in anticipation of another large commission for his advisory services, then asked: "Do you therefore want me to arrange the boy's immediate despatch to Sodomhall School?"

"Oh, yes," responded the happy uncle.

Chapter 2 Arrival

(Northumberland, England, 2 weeks later)

Tom Brown had just been delivered, by one of his guardian's servants, to Sodomhall School, which was two miles from a village of the same name.

The school was a large residential establishment for the sons of uncaring and parsimonious gentry or guardians who, for whatever reason, wanted the boys cheaply put out of sight and out of mind. It was located in a remote part of the desolate Northumbrian countryside for two reasons. Firstly, the property, a former stately home fallen on bad times, had been very inexpensive to buy. Secondly, the isolation, exacerbated by the awful and extremely slow road system and long-distance communications of early 19th century England, before the advent of railways, caused the pupils to be virtual prisoners. They were therefore so subject to the tyrannical authority of the staff that they could readily be subjected to virtually any kind of abuse without anyone else knowing, even if anyone else cared, which was unlikely.

Parents or guardians obviously did not care what happened to the boys, and the era did not have school inspectors or even police. There was consequently no-one to whom the children could complain about their treatment and expect results, other than being punished by the staff for being trouble- making nuisances. The pupils therefore tended to suffer in silence, with their quietly persevering attitudes exacerbated by the personal shame resulting from their experiences, which also caused them to reveal nothing about the abuses even after they eventually left the establishment.

The school consisted of a big redbrick four-storey main building, surrounded by small outhouses and large playing fields, beyond which was dense woodland and bleak moor. Local access to the establishment was via narrow winding tracks.

The school was home to almost 650 boys, aged from 10 to 18, and a staff of 30, unusually all unmarried men. None of the pupils returned home for holidays, because of the distances involved and the fact that their uncaring parents or guardians were happy not to host them.

Tom had just turned 10 years of age, and possessed straight brown hair and hazel eyes. Even the deep sadness that the boy felt at the sudden awful change in his fortunes, with the death first of his mother and then his father, could not disguise his beauty, for he had the face of an angel.

Tom had arrived at the school later than most of the other new intake of about seventy 10 year-olds, and now found himself in the headmaster's study with just one other similarly-aged newcomer, a very pretty fair-haired boy with blue eyes.

The two sides of the study were taken up with ceiling-high bookcases full of worthy tomes, whilst most of the wall behind the headmaster's huge desk comprised a large bay window, overlooking a vast grassy playing field with trees beyond. However, both of the young very pretty newcomers had shuddered when they noticed that behind them comprised the home, hanging from hooks on both sides of the central entrance door, of several paddles, straps, canes and even whips.

"Flashmember here will take you to your new dormitory, which you'll share with the other new boys in your house," the middle-aged headmaster, Dr. Strappem, announced to the two young newcomers from behind his huge wooden desk at the end of his welcoming talk. He simultaneously gestured towards the relevant 18 year-old prefect.

"He'll later show you round your new environment," Dr. Strappem continued, whilst his mind and cock judged the pair of boys before him to be the prettiest of the latest intake, "and introduce you to some of its personalities, ways and traditions." "I'm sure that you'll enjoy your 9-year stay with us," the headmaster then concluded, whilst successfully trying to restrain his lust, at least for now, "and will learn much. I also look forward to becoming more intimately acquainted with you both later. You may go!"

Addressing the prefect, Dr. Strappem added "You'll take good care of our new pretties, won't you, Flashmember?" Both newcomers were rather innocent about the world in general, and were certainly currently ignorant about the mentioned 'personalities, ways and traditions' of the school. Nevertheless, the boys took an instant dislike to the new embarrassing title awarded to them by the headmaster, and considered the smirk suddenly borne on his rather ugly face to be somewhat sinister.

Flashmember replied to Dr. Strappem's rhetorical question with a similar lecherous snigger, and escorted the two newcomers out of the room into the long bleak corridor outside, where the boys had left their luggage. "Leave your carpet-bags here," the 18 year-old prefect then commanded, "as the headmaster will look after them, for you won't be requiring the contents. Now, follow me!"

Flashmember was really looking forward to the year ahead, the last of nine that he would spend here as a pupil, although he had ambitions to stay on as part of the staff. He had finally attained the position of prefect, from which he could exact revenge for all the humiliation and abuse, both physical and sexual, that he had suffered over the previous eight years. He thought that the two exceedingly pretty 10 year-olds, whom he was currently escorting, looked as if they would make ideal material on which to start.

As well as their gorgeous faces, Flashmember particularly liked the appearance of the sweet round mounds that comprised the boys' bottoms. The delectably curvaceous covered shapes of these delicious rear features were delightfully suggested within the tight cotton breeches they wore under their under-sized felt jackets, which did not even extend down to their waists. The prefect's smile broadened when he thought of what he and others would do to those highly attractive young posteriors over the years ahead.

Flashmember escorted the two newcomers, who were very uneasy at leaving behind the carpet-bags that contained their spare clothes and other personal possessions, along a myriad of cold unwelcoming corridors and stairwells. These white- washed passageways were quiet at this time of day because most pupils were at lessons of one kind or another.

The threesome eventually came to a third-floor corridor with many doors, and passed through one. Inside was the newcomers' new dormitory, empty because the other 16 occupants were currently elsewhere.

The room was long, with a tall window at the far end and nine beds spaced evenly on either side. Each bunk possessed one pillow, clean but off-white with age, and, neatly folded on top, several similarly laundered but old blankets.

A little low narrow bedside cupboard was to the left of each bunk. The small size of these cabinets did not augur well for the amount of possessions permitted to each pupil.

Flashmember introduced the newcomers to their own beds, which were opposite each other at the very far end of the dormitory. The boys would soon find out why these particular bunks had been reserved for the late arrivals. None of their fellow pupils wanted to be adjacent to the draughty window during bad weather.

"You make your own beds every night and leave them like this every morning," Flashmember informed the newcomers. "You'll also find everything you need for your life here in your cupboards."

"Now," Flashmember continued, "please remove your clothes and put on the uniforms you'll find in your cupboards, which should fit." Resisting the strong temptation to watch the boys strip, the prefect added "I'll return in about half an hour to collect your discarded garments. Like the contents of your bags, you won't be needing them again!"

After Flashmember had subsequently left the dormitory, the disconsolate 10 year-olds both sat at the foot of their beds facing each other. Tom saw tears begin to form in his companion's eyes and so asked the other boy what was wrong.

"I want to go home," groaned the other boy, "and I want my mother and father alive again so that I can be with them in our lovely house in Hampshire. I'm now so alone!"

Tom deeply sympathised with the sentiment and replied "Well, I want similar but it can never happen. We're here, so let's make the best of it. You're also never alone if you're with a friend."

The boy then reached his right hand out towards his soulmate, into the 1-yard gap that separated the beds, and announced "I'm Tom Brown, and it's nice to meet you!" The other 10 year-old, now suddenly embarrassed by his deep sadness, wiped his tears away before extending his own arm.

"I'm Christopher West," the other boy, cheering up a little, then informed, as the pair engaged in a friendly handshake, "and it's nice to meet you too!"

"We'd better see what they want us to wear," Tom subsequently advised, and both boys stood up to look inside their respective cupboards. They then discovered that their uniforms consisted of simple buttoned grey shirts, black shorts, underpants and socks and, a rare luxury for the school, leather shoes. Each newcomer had also been allocated a bobbled cap of similar ebony hue. All of the attire had been cleaned but had also clearly been used previously.

"They look a little on the small side to me," suggested Christopher, whilst referring to the various items comprising his new uniform. "We won't know until we try them on," Tom replied. The boys then smiled at each other and began to take their jackets and footwear off.

As both boys were inherently shy, they turned away from each other when the time arrived to remove their shirts and breeches. However, neither could avoid the temptation of having quick regular sneak peeks at the other whilst doing so.

Tom and Christopher experienced tingles in their groins when the other boy's under-breeches were subsequently removed and replaced with tight and sparse black underpants. The strange sensations arose simultaneous to the 10 year-olds noticing their new friend's briefly revealed curvaceous light-pink bare bottom.

When the young duo eventually finished redressing, they looked at each other and laughed, albeit rather uneasily. The boys had seen that their shirts, shorts and underpants were all very tight and displayed their bodily contours to perfection.

The very short and tight shorts were particularly revealing, as they extended to just below the groin and were sufficiently close fitting to give prominence to the curves of the boys' buttocks and the bulge created by their genitals. As both 10 year-olds inspected each other, they secretly thought that their friend looked very exotic in his uniform and also felt the strange tingling in their groins returning.

Flashmember then re-entered and inspected the two newcomers, having them turn slowly before him so that he could feast his eyes on their sublime forms. The prefect considered them more erotic than exotic, a feeling furtively evidenced by the formation of a hidden erection within his own long trousers.

'Yes,' Flashmember thought to himself, as he again temporarily departed the dormitory, this time with the newcomers' old attire, which would be disposed of, along with their other possessions, at the next weekly market in the local village, 'I'm really going to enjoy the year ahead!'