Dartmouth Mansion Part 4

Dartmouth Mansion Part 4
By Leo Kestrel

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Part 4 - Rock Paper Scissors

The boys prepared themselves for the worst, having already witnessed the pain these people were happily inflicting on the servants.

The 'next activity' was introduced as a simple competition of rock paper scissors. The boys breathed a sigh of relief, but were again worried when they saw the menacing look on Francis' face.

"Welcome boys. This is no ordinary game of Rock, paper scissors - what would be the fun in that? This is how it works. You are putting you're dick 'on the line' as it were. If your opponent wins then they can inflict pain on you. If they win with paper, they can slap you're dick. If they win with rock they can punch you're dick. If they win with scissors they can scratch the shaft of your dick."

As he spoke these words, the boys all looked at each-other in distress. This wasn't going to be as easy as they thought.

"It is a knock-out competition. however, due to the number of boys, 12 boys will get a 'bye' into round 2. However, so as to make it fair, they will all be scratched, slapped and punched three times. The way it works is this - each bout lasts as long as the boys want it to - they will only stop when one of them concedes. When this happens, the loser will be taken 'out of the game' and the winner will proceed to the next round. The losers will all be against the wall, hands and legs strapped against it, and will be tickled and stimulated for the remainder of the competition, but will not be hurt. Those boys who reach the last 4 will be given special privileges and the winner will be exempt from tonight's 'activities'.

Understood?"

The boys all nodded sheepishly and looked around. This was going to be painful, and they knew it. The spectators were sitting on tiered seating in what looked like a miniature amphitheatre, with a solid brick wall on one side, some visibly grinning, others sitting uncomfortably due to their massive erections that they were hiding.

"Here is the draw." Francis revealed a list of who was playing who. Each boy looked carefully, and quickly prepared themselves mentally and physically for what was to come. The eight boys involved in the first round moved themselves over to the correct area of the theatre, and faced the boy opposite them. The others moved in a line and prepared to be hurt, knowing that the pain the guests would inflict would be much more than the boys were going to.

The table looked like this:

Andrew v Freddie

Jonny v Liam

Mark v Chris

Robbie v Seb

Thomas v Will

Darren v Harry

James v Ollie

Ryan v Charlie

Joseph v Mick

Oscar v Reuben

The first round was the longest, as none of the boys had any fresh wounds on their dicks and could survive more pain. They started off gingerly but soon began to fight harder and harder, until one of them gave in. Freddie, Jonny, Mark and Seb were declared victors, and the others were sent, heads down, to the wall. They were strapped in and various guests came down from their seats and faced the boys. Out of their pockets came paintbrushes, feathers and fingers to torment the boys. As soon as they had started the boys on the wall were moaning and regretting not taking more pain - anything was better than this. The boys that had won their bouts had little rest until the second round. Although the 12 other boys had been hurt by some of the guests, the four who had already competed were at a disadvantage and gave in before the other boys. The guests watched in amusement as they saw 16 boys playing rock, paper, scissors and almost killing each other trying to get the other to give in. At the end all the boys had very red dicks, with scratch marks where they had been repeatedly scratched. There were now 12 boys on the wall, all moaning but Andrew, Liam, Chris and Robbie were much worse off than the others and were almost screaming they needed to cum so badly. However, the opportunity never came, and they continued to be tormented by their captors. The rest of the competition panned out like this:

Freddie v Seb

Seb v Thomas

Thomas v Darren

Thomas v Joseph

Charlie v Ollie

Charlie v Joseph

Joseph v Oscar

Eventually, Joseph was declared the overall winner. There were now 18 moaning boys on the wall, who couldn't wait to be released or allowed to finally orgasm. All the boys were in tears due to a mixture of pain and sexual stimulation, but all were in pain in one way or another. The guests were obviously enjoying the show. The boys were told that, other than the four semi-finalists, they would be left there and tormented for another 10 minutes until everyone was satisfied that they had suffered enough. The boys screamed in dispute but were ignored, and were once again attacked.

The other four were given leave to return to their rooms and nurse themselves, and all ran off at once in search of ice and cream.

After the 10 minutes, which seemed like an eternity to the boys, was up, they were released from their bonds but had their hands tied behind their backs. Francis began to speak, looking individually at each boy with a menacing look that no boy had ever seen before.

"It is very simple. You have 30 minutes to prepare yourselves for tonight's festivities. However, I can confirm that any boy caught cumming between now and then will be severely punished. See you in 30 minutes"

All the boys quickly returned to their quarters, most crying, and nursed themselves as best they could without further stimulating their raging erections.