The Other Tom Brown's Schooldays Chapter 11

The Other Tom Brown's Schooldays Chapter 11
By Pueros

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

Chapter 11 – Sports

(Dr. Strappem's rooms, Sodomhall School, Northumberland, England, October 1803)

A freshly washed, groomed and redressed but tremulous Tom knocked on the door of the Headmaster's rooms just as the school clock chimed 7 o'clock. The boy's bottom was still very discoloured and sore as a result of the severe beating from farmer Allcock and the subsequent gang rape perpetrated by five young farm labourers earlier in the day.

The last experience Tom now wanted to encounter was to be sodomised by Dr. Strappem. However, the boy had resigned himself to his imminent sad fate.

Tom's only consolations for now were the postponements of his beatings due from the Housemaster and the Headboy. he floggings had been earned for respectively losing his shorts and allowing Flashmember's cheese to be stolen.

Both the Housemaster and Headboy had considerately decided that Tom's young buttocks could not stand further chastisement at the present time without inflicting enduring harm. As the normally lustrously sweet curves of the boy's bottom represented a physical feature that was particularly attractive to Dr. Strappem and Flashmember, who were sharing the 10 year-old's sexual services, no such permanent damage could be countenanced.

Tom hoped that at least one good might come from the unwanted night ahead with Dr. Strappem. The boy was going to attempt to dissuade the Headmaster from insisting that the 10 year-old should go around the school completely naked throughout the next day.

Tom planned to promote the idea that his chastised posterior was unsightly. He knew that Dr. Strappem liked tidiness.

"Come in, Brown T!" Dr. Strappem commanded from inside his rooms on hearing Tom's knock and appreciating who would be arriving at this hour. The anxious boy therefore opened the door of the Headmaster's rooms.

Tom discovered that Dr. Strappem was alone and already sitting naked on his bed sporting a large erection. On seeing this disturbing sight, the deeply apprehensive boy hesitated momentarily but, after noticing the cane that the Headmaster always kept close to him, he eventually entered the room and closed the door behind him.

"Right, Brown T," ordered Dr. Strappem, "take your clothes off and lay face down across my lap!" Tom's face, already expressing obvious concern at what would happen during the night ahead, suddenly displayed shock and horror at the prospect of being spanked. However, he knew better than to question the intent or ask for mercy.

Dr. Strappem, of course, knew what Tom would believe would now occur. He sadistically let the boy dwell on the notion whilst he reluctantly undressed.

Dr. Strappem simultaneously played with his own cock, now dribbling precum, whilst the clearly frightened Tom took off his shoes and socks, followed by his shirt and shorts to leave himself attired only in his skimpy briefs. There was then the usual embarrassed hesitation before the humiliated boy finally plucked up the courage to remove his last cover.

There was a little further vacillation before Tom finally summoned more mettle to walk to the bed. As the boy then did so, he was now rather incongruously exhibiting his own little erection.

As Tom approached, he next noticed an opened jar on the table on the far side of Dr. Strappem's bed, which did not appear to store the usual grease to facilitate sodomy. Meanwhile, the Headmaster himself observed that the boy had spied the container and so finally put him out of his immediate misery.

"The cream inside is for your bottom," Dr. Strappem announced with a smirk, "which is no good to anyone in its present state. It's Dr. Ballsoff's own remedy to help nature heal bruising more rapidly. So, rest over my lap and I'll rub it into your buttocks, but please try to avoid squashing my penis as you do so. I don't want it hurt before you attend to its needs!"

Tom reluctantly complied with Dr. Strappem's command with the necessary caution and, as he assumed the required demeaning position, he felt the Headmaster's hard cock press against his young belly. The boy immediately wondered how much time would elapse before the manly penis was thrust into one of his orifices.

Dr. Strappem subsequently began to apply the cream to the normally superlative but currently bruised curves of Tom's bottom with surprising gentleness, given the more usual punitive nature of the items that he delivered to pupils' posteriors. As the Headmaster slowly proceeded, the young subject of his careful manual attention could not prevent himself from eventually uttering some low groans, which were shamefully of delight and not distress as initial soreness was rapidly overcome by increasing pleasure.

As the careful adult manipulations with both adult hands continued, Dr. Strappem, with many years' experience of such matters, knew that he was bringing Tom close to climax. The Headmaster therefore deliberately prolonged his attentions, as he found the scene very erotic.

Tom's ecstatic utterances slowly became more blatant but then quickly changed to a disappointed sigh when Dr. Strappem's hands were eventually suddenly withdrawn. The boy could not help but instinctively and unashamedly raise his bottom upwards in search of the missing providers of manual pleasure.

"Say please, Brown T!" suggested Dr. Strappem and Tom, all inhibition forgotten in the midst of his sexual high, complied. The Headmaster therefore obliged the desperate boy by returning his manual ministrations to the superlatively smooth young buttocks, which remained eagerly uplifted in their desire for resumed attention.

Dr. Strappem now did not require much time to cause Tom's body suddenly to stiffen and then shudder. This phenomenon occurred just after the Headmaster had started to introduce, with his right forefinger and with great care, little dollops of the ointment to the boy's now willing anus, gently overcoming any instinctive resistance on the part of the 10 years-old's still-tight sphincter as he did so.

Dr. Strappem had had Tom's rigid cock resting on one of his legs and so had been able to feel the little shaft throbbing throughout his careful manipulations. The Headmaster also now felt something else, as the boy experienced his first wet orgasm.

Dr. Strappem simultaneously enjoyed his own climax at the feel of Tom's first semen spilling onto his limb and the young body resting in his lap shuddering in uncontrollable delectation. As the Headmaster's engorged penis shot spurt after spurt of his own sperm onto the belly of the boy's prone form, which was helpless amidst its own sexual delirium, the man noticed that the 10 year-old had grasped the bedclothes tightly with his hands whilst simultaneously curling his toes.

Tom's sweet rosy lips also on several occasions ecstatically and shamelessly shouted the word "Yes!"

(Dr. Strappem's study, Sodomhall School, Northumberland, England, a few weeks later, November 1803)

In the event, the night with Dr. Strappem had actually not been too unpleasant for Tom. The boy had enjoyed not only his first wet climax but also sex with a man for the first time. The latter phenomenon had arisen mainly because the Headmaster had not sodomised the 10 year-old or required fellatio from him.

Dr. Strappem had instead contented himself with further gentle manual teasing of Tom's beautiful form and a few sessions of mutual masturbation. The Headmaster had appeared to be fascinated with the boy's newly found ability to produce procreative fluid, although little was emitted during two further orgasms.

A few similar nights followed over the next weeks. However, during this period, Dr. Strappem more usually left Tom unmolested to aid his recovery, which he further helped by encouraging the boy to apply more of Dr. Ballsoff's restorative cream to his sore buttocks every night before bed.

Meanwhile, Dr. Strappem concentrated his manly sexual appetite instead on other members of his select coterie of the choicest pupils. The Headmaster also ordered Flashmember to leave Tom alone for now.

Flashmember complied. The Headboy was compensated for the loss by temporarily focusing his own voracious sexual desires on Christopher and Adam.

There was a mental as well as physical motive behind Dr. Strappem's generosity towards Tom, as the Headmaster was always very careful with the boys to whom he was a pedagogue. He did not want to destroy their spirits, as their natural vitality was as attractive to him as their bodies.

Morose characters had no place within Dr. Strappem's little harem and he always took precautions to prevent his boys developing such attitudes. Giving his select pupils, especially the newer younger ones, regular respites from satisfying his sexual needs was part of the therapy and the Headmaster generally found that they made better partners on their return.

Tom had also succeeded in persuading Dr. Strappem to withdraw his punishment of having the boy parade naked around the school throughout the following day. However, the 10 year-old's success sadly represented only a deferment and not a full reprieve.

Dr. Strappem had accepted Tom's argument about his buttocks currently being too unsightly to be exposed around the school. However, the Headmaster had added: "Your punishment can therefore await the recovery of your bottom!"

Tom's bottom was now impeccable once more, a situation confirmed and reported by Dr. Ballsoff during one of the regular physical checks he conducted on the school's prettier scholars. The boy's degrading chastisement was therefore due and accordingly he had been summoned to the Headmaster's study.

"Turn round, Brown T," commanded Dr. Strappem, as Tom stood before the Headmaster's study desk, "pull your shorts and briefs down and lift your shirt-tail up. I want to see whether Dr. Ballsoff's cream has truly fulfilled its function!" The boy reluctantly obeyed.

"Excellent, I see that the ointment has indeed worked," Dr. Strappem then announced on subsequently viewing Tom's lustrously pristine buttocks, "and I think that you know, Brown T, what that now means. No clothes tomorrow from first light until candles out and the next day report to Flashmember. He has been given the responsibility of inflicting the beating due from the Housemaster in addition to that owing from his own cane. Now redress and return to lessons!"

Tom's eyes became damp as he heard Dr. Strappem's words. The man noticed this reaction after the boy had pulled his briefs and shorts back up, tucked his shirt neatly inside the latter and turned to say politely in acknowledgement
"I shall. Thank you, Headmaster."

Nevertheless, the sight of tearstained eyes did not prevent Dr. Strappem from compounding Tom's woes by adding "Also, report to my rooms this evening at 7 o'clock. A certain part of my anatomy has been missing a certain part of yours. It's a situation that I think we'll rectify several times overnight!"

"I shall. Thank you again, Headmaster," the appalled Tom subsequently confirmed in farewell.

(Dr. Strappem's rooms, Sodomhall School, Northumberland, England, evening of the same day)

A freshly washed and groomed but tremulous Tom knocked again on the door of the Headmaster's rooms just as the school clock chimed 7 o'clock.

"Right, Brown T," ordered Dr. Strappem, "take your clothes off and lie next to me!" Tom's face, already expressing obvious concern at what would happen during the night ahead, suddenly displayed surprise for he saw that resting on the Headmaster's legs, just below the man's rampant cock, was a chess set with the pieces set ready to play.

Dr. Strappem simultaneously played with his own cock, now dribbling precum, whilst the clearly puzzled Tom took off his shoes and socks, followed by his shirt and shorts to leave himself attired only in his skimpy briefs. There was then the usual embarrassed hesitation before the humiliated boy finally plucked up the courage to remove his last cover.

There was a little further vacillation before Tom finally summoned more mettle to walk to the bed. As the boy then did so, he was now rather incongruously exhibiting his own little erection.

Meanwhile, the Headmaster himself observed that the boy had noticed the chess set and so finally put him out of his immediate puzzlement.

"You know that I like sports, Brown T," Dr. Strappem said with a smirk, as Tom compliantly but reluctantly lay as ordered next to him on the bed, "so I'm offering you a sporting challenge. We'll play one game of chess. If you win, I won't require you to go nude around the school tomorrow or visit Flashmember for a beating the next day. If you lose, you go naked for two days and receive your flogging publicly in the quadrangle."

Tom was appalled, recalling what had happened when he last played chess with Dr. Strappem, who was obviously currently in a particularly sexually sadistic mood. The boy had somehow conjured-up a brilliancy to achieve one draw but had easily lost all the other games and the consequences had been very painful.

Tom was a chess novice who would be confronting a master at the sport in the imminent game. The boy could surely only lose. However, before he could beg to be excused the challenge, Dr. Strappem added: "There's no need, Brown T, to thank me for my generosity, which will extend to letting you have the white pieces. Now, decide your first move. I'm sure that you'll be much better than the last time we met over a chess board."

Tom now responded to the invitation with one word, "But". However, that was all the naked boy was able to utter before Dr. Strappem defused his attempt at argument by advising firmly "I know that you're overwhelmed at my kindness, Brown T, but I won't accept too much delay. Make your first move!"

Tom now felt obliged to obey. The boy also received another shock when Dr. Strappem continued "Last time I limited the time allowed for our moves to two minutes each. However, on this occasion, Brown T, I'll help you further by letting you take as long as you want whilst I stick to the limitation, subject to one condition."

"You see, as we play, Brown T," the smiling Dr. Strappem advised to Tom's horror, "I propose to fondle your cock. If you chose to ejaculate in response, I'll assume that you're happy to forfeit the game in favour of changing our sport to one of a sexual nature and subsequently accepting the agreed public punishments!"

"Now make your first move, Brown T," Dr. Strappem commanded the shocked Tom. As the horrified boy somehow extended his tremulous right hand to obey, the aghast 10 year-old simultaneously felt the Headmaster's own fingers begin to rub his young erection.

Tom's subsequent chess technique was, if anything, worse than previously, with his nervousness at the consequences of defeat, mixed with the delicious sensations beginning to flow through his groin and extend into the rest of his lovely young body, being major contributory factors. The boy again quickly fell behind in terms of pieces and so, realising that time was of the essence because he felt that his sexual climax was rapidly approaching, he decided to launch one last desperate all-out, make-or- break, assault on the black King.

Unfortunately, Dr. Strappem appeared to be repulsing Tom's strategy with ease whilst making his own victory preparations. The boy's pieces were now arrayed as follows:- King on g1, pawns on f2 and g2, Rooks on b2 and e5, Knight on d5 and Queen on h4. Meanwhile, the Headmaster's more substantial forces were deployed as follows:- Knight on a2, Bishop on c4, Queen on a6, pawns on a7, b7, f7, g7 and h7, Rooks on a8 and f8 and King on g8.

Dr. Strappem's rubbing of Tom's now engorged cock was continuing remorselessly and the boy knew that he would be unable to prevent himself from succumbing to orgasm for much longer. The 10 year-old, now breathing deeply as delicious feelings seared through his body, temporarily closed his sensuous blue eyes, which were beginning to glaze, to try to compose himself before glancing again at the chess board. Then, suddenly from apparently nowhere, an idea flashed into his bright mind.

Tom's throbbing cock began to quiver, as its need to explode gathered urgent impetus, and so the boy, hand still shaking, moved his Rook on b2 quickly to b6. Dr. Strappem immediately smiled in the certain knowledge that the 10 year-old's imminent orgasm had made him again blunder horribly.

Dr. Strappem responded by taking the Rook with his pawn on a7, knowing that he could not use his Queen because the b6 square was covered by the white Knight on d5. However, the Headmaster's smile was soon wiped off his face when his young opponent now rapidly moved the latter Knight to f6 and declared "Check, sir!"

Dr. Strappem's manual manipulation of Tom's rigid cock now ceased whilst the Headmaster carefully studied the position on the chessboard. He suddenly realised that the boy had cleverly lured him into a trap, sacrificing a Rook and a Knight in doing so.

Dr. Strappem's next move, taking the Knight on f6 with his pawn on g7, was forced, as otherwise white's Queen would checkmate on h7. He also recognised that this would only delay defeat for, after his young opponent's undoubted subsequent Qxf6, white's next move, Rg5, would entrap the black King fatally, a situation that could not be prevented whatever he did.

Dr. Strappem disliked being defeated, both in chess and in his sadistic plans for a boy. He therefore momentarily considered trying to cause Tom to climax before checkmate could be achieved by masturbating him with rigour whilst utilising the maximum time allowance he had to make his final moves. However, such an unsporting manoeuvre was not the Headmaster's style and so he decided instead to accept defeat gracefully, recognising that many more opportunities would arise to humiliate and hurt the child publicly in future.

Dr. Strappem therefore made his next moves speedily, allowing the happy Tom finally to announce, with satisfied aplomb, "Checkmate, sir!"

Dr. Strappem appreciated a decent chess opponent and thought that at last he had one in the school. The Headmaster also knew that there would be plenty of opportunities in the years ahead to reward Tom for his ingenuity, starting with the acts of sodomy that he would now inflict vigorously upon the boy, whose happiness in victory would thereby be short-lived.

(Sodomhall School, Northumberland, England, next morning)

In fact, Tom was too late for breakfast on the next day because the pain in his bottom, resulting from the Headmaster's earnest attentions to his young anus overnight, was considerable. This anguish had caused him to hobble slowly during the morning run, despite help from Christopher and Jonathan, who thereby also missed their morning repast.

(Sodomhall School, Northumberland, England, another week later, November 1803)

Tom and Christopher had been told by their pedagogues, respectively Doctors Strappem and Ballsoff, to start attending the Gamesmaster's special gymnastic sessions, which were held one night each week for choice pupils. Jonathan already frequented the weekly drills, conducted in the manner of Ancient Greece, namely naked.

The Gamesmaster, Mr. Hardcock, was Jonathan's pedagogue and the boy had told his alarmed friends about what went on during the special gymnastic sessions. Tom and Christopher were therefore prepared for the humiliation of performing various athletic routines with a number of other very pretty and completely naked boys whilst being ogled by most of the prefects and many staff, including Doctors Strappem and Ballsoff.

Tom and Christopher, along with Jonathan, were also deeply relieved at not finishing in final place in the concluding ten-lap sprint around the gymnasium, as the reward for being last was a similar run around the playing field outside. In fact, Adam, who was a year older, won this dubious honour, having been hampered by an ankle bruised in a nude wrestling bout with an older boy.

The naked Adam was therefore forced to emerge into the horrible dark November night outside. Drizzly rain was falling, which enveloped the whole school complex like a mist, and there was a light but chill breeze blowing in from the north.

Adam's lovely pink skin had changed to a shimmering damp blue hue by the time that the boy eventually emerged from the external gloom, dank and cold. The prefects in particular found the nude boy's appearance highly amusing but none of the 11 year-old's fellow gymnasts adopted their attitude, realising that they too might someday come last in the concluding sprint.

Cold baths followed the gymnastic sessions for most of the young participants. However, Tom, Christopher and Adam were excused on this occasion, as they were invited instead to Flashmember's rooms.

Flashmember had, as usual, become very excited from watching the sport in the gymnasium and felt that he had acquired sufficient sexual motivation to enjoy the favours of all three of his fags, the two 10 year-olds not being needed by their pedagogues that night. However, he did not want cold bodies to play with and therefore allowed the boys to share a warm bath in his quarters before they shared his bed.

(Sodomhall School, Northumberland, England, next day)

The weather had not changed much by the next afternoon when form 1b was required to practise the Sodomhall ball game and all the boys, who were attired only in their shorts, were soon covered from head to toe in cold mud. This made differentiation between the two sides impossible other than by ascertaining the direction in which each participant seemed to want to go.

No one bothered much about the result, although Tom was happy to note that he had scored twice despite the conditions. The players also cared even less for the customary cold ablutions all were required to endure afterwards.

(Sodomhall School, Northumberland, England, 6 days later, November 1803)

It was Tom who suffered an injury the following week in the special gymnastics session, through slipping whilst climbing a rope and hurting his groin as he fell. However, on this occasion, the prize for coming last in the concluding sprint was not an immediate tour of the field outside.

"There's the annual special beagle hunt this Sunday," announced the Gamesmaster with a smirk, "for staff and friends of the school. It looks as if you've just nominated yourself to be the bait, Brown T. Report to me here after Sabbath assembly for your equipment and instructions!"

(Sodomhall School, Northumberland, England, the following Sunday)

In the event, there was actually not much tackle or tuition, and even less attire. Tom was humiliatingly naked apart from having a genuine fox's brush dangling down his bumcrack and between his legs, tied in place by string fixed round his waist.

The appalled Tom had already been told about the area in which he could try to run and hide, which basically consisted of local farmland, including that of Messrs. Allcock and Loveboy, woods and forest north of the school, bounded by certain roads. He would have half an hour's start before the pack of beagles was released and over thirty men followed them in pursuit. However, the price of entrapment within three hours by the well- trained hounds was not anticipated as being torn to pieces.

Boys so caught in the special annual hunt were instead expected to entertain sexually those of their captors who fancied the experience. What most appalled Tom was being told that the right to such a reward was sometimes extended to the best beagles.

The only consolation for the naked Tom, as he set off from the school to much ribald cheering from many fellow pupils gathered behind windows to watch the sight, with only his friends not appreciating the spectacle, was that the winter weather proved rather generous. The Sunday was fortunately bright and sunny and not particularly cold.

The observing men were quieter than the ribald pupils, as they happily observed Tom run off whilst most of them drank spirits from hip flasks. However, quite a few did lick their lips at the sight of the beautiful piece of boy flesh scurrying into the distant fields as fast as his young legs could take him, incongruous reddish brown tail hiding the middle of his bottom. Their appreciation of the scene had been enhanced by the fact that the nude 10 year-old had found it impossible to shield his humiliating erection from being noticed as he started out.

Tom was out of sight when, half an hour later, the howling beagles were let loose to follow his scent. The boy bait had now run through the nearby wood and skirted Atio Fell, heading for the distant forest far beyond, which promised safety.

Tom had not stopped running since he had left the school, the activity keeping him warm despite his nakedness on a winter's day, but his pace had dropped as weariness began to creep into his nude form. However, the boy had noticed that his cock had remained resolutely rigid and he had to admit to himself that, despite his fear at what would happen if caught, he felt peculiar exhilaration, including strange sexual excitement, at being chased.

Tom had eventually been running for about an hour and a half and was approximately a quarter of a mile from the forest, traversing sheep pastures, when he heard the barks of the beagles for the first time. The sound both terrified and stimulated the boy, with the latter somehow the predominant emotion.

Tom could not now resist ceasing his running in order to stop and turn to face the direction of the chasing beagles. The boy could not see the hounds yet, as they were still distant. Nevertheless, he appreciated that every second that he delayed could prove damaging to his aim of reaching the potential safety of the forest.

Despite, or perhaps because of this realisation, Tom remained motionless, apart from moving his right hand down towards his hard penis, which was now pointing upwards. The thrill from the danger of entrapment that imminently faced the boy had aroused him so much that he lusted to satisfy his masochistic sexual desire without delay.

The otherwise still Tom next began to masturbate himself, as the beagle hounds, firmly fixed on his scent, rapidly maintained their inexorable advance towards him.

(To be continued in chapter 12 – 'Christmas')