The Other Tom Brown's Schooldays Chapter 10
By Pueros

Copyright 2006 by Pueros, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY
 

Chapter 10 – Fags

(Northumberland, England, October 1803)

Tom was woken by the sound of coals being raked. He opened his eyes and saw pretty 11 year-old Adam, dressed only in skimpy white running shorts, attending to Flashmember's grate. The Headboy's current full-time fag was restoring the fire so that the 18 year-old's room would be warm when he arose.

Autumn in this remote bleak part of Northumberland was frequently cold and miserable. However, this day was actually to be an exception, turning out to be sunny and mild and also the worst in Tom's life so far.

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

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

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

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

The walk to the village, along undulating muddy narrow lanes, took almost an hour and the market was very crowded and busy when the threesome arrived. Flashmember immediately made for a particular clothes retailer, provider of all the school uniforms.

The trader, a plainly attired middle-aged man of rather ugly appearance, eyed the two sweet new boys, whom he had never seen previously, accompanying Flashmember. After ascertaining that the usual discount facility was in place, the Headboy gave the man some cash to buy a box of new socks.

"Which one?" asked Flashmember. "The blonde I think!" answered the retailer.

"Fine," Flashmember replied, before turning to Christopher and instructing "Go with Mr. Coxhead here and do whatever he says, as you'll be in great trouble if you don't. Afterwards, bring the box of socks to the village inn, where you'll find Brown T and me."

Flashmember subsequently shook hands with the trader and said his farewells with the appendage "Enjoy!" The Headboy then walked away, ordering Tom to follow him.

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

The transaction at the inn was for a crate of locally brewed bottled beer, perhaps appropriately labelled 'Dickup's Stout, the strongest Sodomhall infusion'. The innkeeper, less cleanly dressed, older and even uglier than the market trader, spied Tom and agreed to the usual price-cut.

"Mr. Dickup needs your help in the cellars, Brown T," Flashmember therefore told his remaining 10 year-old companion, "and you will oblige him, won't you? Don't forget the consequences of failing to please!"

The still rather innocent and naïve Tom compliantly followed the innkeeper behind the bar of his busy establishment, where a trapdoor was opened, giving access to the cellar below via a steep ladder. "You go first!" suggested Mr. Dickup and the boy again obeyed, expecting to have to help shift crates and barrels once down.

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

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

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

Flashmember had been compelled to collect his cane from his mantelpiece before the initially very reluctant Tom and Christopher were encouraged to start kissing and fondling each other. However, use of the instrument had not been needed, as it soon became clear that, after early inhibitions had dissipated, the boys were really beginning to enjoy what they were doing, which was evident from the full erections they quickly developed, accompanied by quiet moans of genuine pleasure.

Flashmember watched the highly erotic scene for a while, whilst living up to his surname by exposing his own large cock, which he proceeded to rub gently. The Headboy then eventually ordered Tom and Christopher to "Masturbate each other to climax!"

Tom and Christopher had already brought each other close to orgasm and now experienced no compulsion whatsoever in complying with Flashmember's command. They actually needed little encouragement to pump each other's penises more vigorously to almost simultaneous ecstatic dry orgasms, the achievement of which was obvious from the way in which their beautiful nude bodies quivered in each other's arms.

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

In the event, Flashmember sodomised Tom first before requiring the boys to return to their former stimulating tasks on his body, although in reverse fashion, and later enjoying the tight fit of Christopher's rectum. The Headboy's delightful evening was finished off when each 10 year-old brought him to further climaxes and swallowed the product of their oral ministrations. Exhausted sleep had then overwhelmed the threesome.

"Well, Brown T and West," announced Flashmember, as he sipped his tea and ate his fresh toast, "I have another errand for you to perform for me today. Do you know which of the local hills is Atio Fell?"

Tom and Christopher, now deeply apprehensive about such missions after their experiences of the previous day, confessed that they did not. "It doesn't really matter," Flashmember replied, "as I'll point it out to you later. There's a farm on the fell. Instead of going on your morning run along the normal route, I'd like you to go there."

"Farmer Allcock," Flashmember advised, "will give you some boxes of eggs. You'll bring them back to me after making the appropriate payment, and I think that you both now understand what that'll involve!"

Both boys now did believe what Farmer Allcock would expect in return for his eggs. Their assumption appeared correct when they later set off for the fell, dressed only in their white shorts, as if performing the morning run, for they were given no money to make alternative recompense.

Tom and Christopher were silent, as they ran barefoot over the dewy fields towards the distant Atio Fell. Both boys could see the farm buildings towards the top of the hill and wondered what awful sexual services they would have to provide in order to secure the eggs.

As they proceeded, neither boy remarked on the fact that they had noticed that the bulges at the front of each other's shorts had grown noticeably bigger. They were both astounded and ashamed that recall of the events of the previous day, and realisation regarding the type of recompense that they would imminently have to provide for Farmer Allcock in return for his eggs, had somehow induced genital excitement.

As Tom ran towards his fate on Atio Fell, he remembered his experience of the day before in the cellar of Sodomhall village's solitary tavern. After stripping, the boy had been forced to lie over a barrel placed sideways on the cold floor, whilst the innkeeper undid his own trouser buttons. The 10 year-old then felt Mr. Dickup lean over him to introduce his engorged cockhead to the sadly no-longer virginal young sphincter.

Tom's subsequent agonised shriek was muted by the fact that the innkeeper had placed a hand over the boy's mouth. The man did not want his patrons upstairs to be unduly disturbed by any inconsiderate noise from his latest recompense for Flashmember's cut-price beer, which the 10 year-old now appreciated appeared to be well labelled. The large cock now painfully intruding into his innards was indeed proving to be a 'dickup 's stout', and 'the strongest Sodomhall infusion'.

A rather dirty cloth was later used to attempt to clean Tom's bumcrack of surplus semen before he was allowed to redress and clamber, now rather red-faced, back upstairs. As the boy then emerged from the cellar, many of the patrons glanced knowingly at him over their tankards of beer, whilst sporting broad grins, and consequently the 10 year-old's shame and facial blush both increased in intensity.

Meanwhile, Christopher's similar experience nearby was a bit more comfortable because the inside of the retailer's wagon was not chilly and, after disrobing, he was not required to lean over cold wood. The boy was instead bent over a steep pile of varied clothing and his own attempted screams were stifled by a sock in his mouth, whilst his sodomiser lived up to the banner on the side of his vehicle, which boasted 'Coxhead for Quality Fittings'.

The two scared runners eventually reached Atio Fell Farm and Mr. Allcock, who had seen them approach, was waiting for them in the farmyard, along with many clucking hens, a large cockerel, a wandering goat and a dirty sty full of pigs. "Come for the eggs?" the rather ancient-looking farmer asked of the boys.

"Yes, Sir!" Tom politely answered. "I've not seen you two before," the man replied before enquiring "Are you new boys?"

"Yes, Sir!" Tom repeated.

"I'll still expect the usual payment," Allcock retorted. "I suppose you do, Sir," Tom responded, "but what is that as we haven't been told?"

The farmer smirked and dropped his dirty trousers and underpants, revealing a venerable semi-hard penis. "Place your own shorts over the fence there and then come here. One of you is to suck my dick whilst the other tongues my hole!"

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

After running to Attio Fell, the boys' bodies were warm and the fortunate mild sunny weather meant that their renewed complete nudity would not cause quick chilling of their highly attractive forms. Their mutual sudden shivering was therefore entirely testament to their immense distaste for the imminent price they had to pay for Farmer Allcock's eggs.

Recognising Christopher's reluctance for the particular task, Tom generously offered to take up the rear position. As the 10 year-old subsequently knelt on the muddy ground of the farmyard to view Allcock's wrinkled behind, the old man's stench overwhelmed the boy's nose.

Nevertheless, Tom still somehow managed to prise the farmer's dirty hairy bumcheeks apart to inspect his imminent workplace. The sight caused the boy to become immediately nauseous and to vomit, as well as to regret deeply his earlier decision to volunteer for this particularly unpleasant chore.

"Dirty brat," declared Allcock, as vomit flew into his dropped trousers, which he stepped out of to grasp Tom by his left ear. "I'll make you pay for that!" the farmer, red- faced in anger, then menacingly promised.

Allcock subsequently dragged the alarmed naked Tom over to a nearby shed and took him inside. The pair emerged shortly afterwards, with the boy now sporting a large leather dog collar locked around his slim neck and being dragged by the attached chain lead to the sty full of pigs.

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

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

Flashmember eventually came to rescue his new fag at lunchtime, almost six hours later. Tom had dozed off to sleep when the Headboy's voice awoke him.

"Found your true vocation in life at last, Brown T!" suggested the smirking Flashmember. The 10 year-old did not find the joke funny.

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

Flashmember had brought with him from Allcock's rather ramshackle residence a bucket of water and the keys to the padlock and dog collar. He now released Tom from his demeaning situation and told him to clean up before following him back to the shabby farmhouse.

The now tremulous and still nude Tom did as he was told and was soon knocking gently on the farmhouse door. Flashmember and Allcock emerged from inside, with the latter now wearing fresh trousers, albeit equally as dirty as the previous pair.

"Kneel in the middle of the yard!" Allcock ordered and Tom proceeded compliantly to reposition himself accordingly. Meanwhile, Flashmember remained near the doorway to watch as the farmer followed the boy's sublime naked form.

Allcock took up position immediately in front of the obediently kneeling Tom, with his back to the boy, and again dropped his trousers and underpants. "Get it right this time," the farmer warned, "or you'll really be for it!"

Allcock's stink overwhelmed Tom's nasal senses as he again prised apart the man's obnoxious bumcheeks. However, the boy took several deep breaths to overcome his initial intense disgust before advancing his tongue towards the ancient adult's putrid hole.

Tom gagged a few times whilst performing his terrible task but Allcock did not seem to notice, as he proceeded to emit a number of low ecstatic moans. Time passed, with the boy reluctantly continuing to perform his awful chore and it had begun to seem that his immensely disagreeable work would carry on endlessly when the farmer suddenly advised "Right, my dick's ready!" and turned around.

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

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

Allcock, now with the leather belt in his hand, shouted to Flashmember "I believe that we agreed ten!" The Headboy confirmed the arrangement, whilst Tom, shaking hands resting on the fence as he bent himself to present his bottom in the required manner for his imminent chastisement, was aghast at hearing the number

"Hold still," instructed Allcock as he took up position behind the quaking Tom, "and take it like a man!" The boy could not help thinking that he was just a 10 year-old and how unfair life was when the first harsh blow struck his buttocks, causing him to jump and yelp in pain.

The second blow soon followed and then the third. Each hit caused similar reactions to the first, as well as tears to flow down Tom's face.

Allcock was apparently not one of those people who believed in letting boys he belted thoroughly relish each strike before landing the next. The farmer's impatience instead encouraged him to inflict the agony as quickly as possible.

Tom's bottom was soon a mishmash of wide red stripes, rapidly turning first purple and then into darker hues. However, the shock caused by the speed of his belting had enabled the screaming boy to maintain, apart from his regular jumps, his position throughout and the excruciating infliction of his torment was speedily completed.

Allcock subsequently rubbed his free hand over Tom's smarting bottom, feeling the heat on the boy's buttocks before giving them a hard slap and suggesting "You'll know what not to do next time you come for eggs!" The farmer then re-entered his farmhouse, saying to Flashmember as he passed "Time for food, want some?" The Headboy replied affirmatively before adding "But I'll just despatch Brown T on his next errand first!"

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

"On the next fell," Flashmember informed Tom, whilst pointing the location, "there's another farm. You're to collect some cheese from the owner, Mr. Loveboy."

The volume of Tom's tears increased when he heard the news about his next assignment, which would undoubtedly involve further sexual services for the vendor of the cheese. Flashmember therefore gently told the boy to calm and waited until he had done so before happily causing more distress.

"You'll have to go naked, I'm afraid," Flashmember announced, with cruel but happy sadism still evident in his eyes, "as Mr. Allcock's goat, apparently noticing your shorts resting on the fence, seemingly decided that they would make an excellent meal. I'll of course have to tell the Housemaster about your carelessness in losing the garment in order to secure a replacement. He's certain to want you punished for your negligence!"

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

Tom, nude, tearful and still incongruously erect despite his deep shame and a very sore bottom, reluctantly began to run down Atio Fell into the little valley separating Mr. Allcock's farm from that of Mr. Loveboy on the next hill. As the boy reluctantly proceeded, he did not appreciate the appropriateness of the name of the location he was leaving for performing fell-atio.

The trip to Mr. Loveboy's farm took Tom half an hour but the owner was not surprised to see a beautiful naked boy arrive to collect the weekly cheese, as he had had such pleasant visits previously. His price from the newcomer for the dairy product was mutual masturbation, made easier by the fact that the 10 year-old's small cock was already still humiliatingly hard.

Loveboy wanted Tom to climax first. Accordingly, whilst lying naked with him in a haystack, he pumped the boy's erection vigorously until the lovely 10 year-old body convulsed in orgasm.

Loveboy then let go of Tom's vibrating penis to allow the boy to grasp it whilst he concluded his orgasm. The farmer's own rigid member was then ready to be manipulated by young hands.

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

"Please let me pass," begged Tom, thoroughly humiliated at his nakedness, "I'm in a hurry!" "Not so fast," responded one of the lads, "tell us first why you've got no clothes, a red cock and a round cheese."

"Have you been a naughty sinful boy," the lad added, "in return for the cheese from farmer Loveboy? We all know his reputation!"

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

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

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

Tom's misery was compounded when he entered the rear entrance of the main school building. Most pupils were at lessons and the boy hoped to speed to Flashmember's rooms without being seen in the shame of nudity. Unfortunately, his wish did not come true as he literally bumped into the Headmaster.

"Why are you running round the school naked and dirty?" Dr. Strappem not unreasonably enquired. "Because of an accident when on an errand for the Headboy" was the sheepish answer.

"Well," the annoyed Doctor of Divinity pronounced, whilst observing a miraculously maintained 10 year-old erection, "as you seem to like disporting yourself around the school in this manner, you can spend the whole of tomorrow, from the start of the morning run until candles out, without the benefit of clothing. I expect better from those to whom I give my special pedagogic attentions than the boys suffering accidents from which they accrue sexual excitement!"

"Now," Dr. Strappem added, "proceed on your way to clean up and put your uniform on, and walk, don't run! I'll see how much sexual interest you retain when we meet for the night later. Remember, be at my rooms at 7 o'clock precisely!"

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

(To be continued in chapter 11 – 'Sports')