Date: Fri, 30 Mar 2018 04:21:59 -0400
From: zebedee21 <zebedee21@protonmail.com>
Subject: Harry Brown  Series:   A Belated Gift for The Retired Headmaster

Harry Brown  Series:          A Belated Gift for The Retired Headmaster

Please read the synopsis in The Harry Brown Series: Son For A Weekend Part
One or you will not understand the theory behind the stories.

As always, Harry had been able to come up with a boy to fill the request of
one of his UK handlers.

Jon: Age 14 Height: 5 ´2" Weight: 7st (98lbs) Hair: Fair, collar length
Emo cut.  Complexion: Light tan

Eyes: Blue

Client request: To look younger than his age. Be able to tolerate/enjoy
moderate pain. Pubic and armpit hair removed.

Steven Bull (Mr. Bull) retired as the headmaster of "The Grange School for
Boys" almost seven months ago. The staff had given him a very good,
typically British farewell. He had received many individual gifts but
certain members of the staff wanted to give him a really special
gift. Steven Bull had started his main teaching career at the school when
he was just twenty two. He worked hard, right up until he became head ten
years ago and now at sixty two he had retired.  His main reason for staying
at the school was that he loved to be around boys. He had seen many boys
arrive at the school at age eleven and depart at sixteen. Steven always had
a thing for physical fitness.  Until he retired he had kept himself in good
shape. He was average height at around 5 ´10" but he was now around 13
stones.  His good head of hair was now grey as were his thick manicured
eyebrows. His blue eyes were quite piercing and did not give much away in
what he might be thinking. Many a female had commented on how handsome he
was.

In all of his years as a school master he had never crossed the line. He
admired boys from near and afar. He would always call in at the gymnasium
when a session involved his favorite age group of 13-15 year olds.  He
always had his own private fantasies of what he would have liked to do with
certain candidates.  They went as far as having full blown sex, punishments
and many other perverse things. But, he always told himself that one day
that handsome, pretty, easy to seduce object of his desire would become a
man. A risk he was not prepared to take and, maybe end up being
disgraced. What others did was not his concern. It went on.

Now retired, Mr Bull lived in a small manor house in the Hampshire
(England) countryside. It sat in large grounds but not so vast that he
would need full time staff. His house man was called Richards who took care
of all of his staffing, consisting of a part time cook, gardener and
cleaner. He was not wealthy but comfortable. One luxury that he had
afforded himself was to have his headmasters' office duplicated on the
first floor of his house. The school even gave him his old office
furnishings. He had a long brown chesterfield sofa against the wall between
the two high windows which were framed by long, red velvet curtains.  A
wide, 4ft long coffee table with a reinforced glass top. He had even
retained his two old brown cord armchairs. Filled bookcases occupied much
of the wall space with a few framed prints.  All this was set off by a very
rich gray velvet carpet. And, so it was on a sunny spring Wednesday morning
when he was sitting at his sturdy, old oak desk that Richards brought him a
special letter. Richards thought it odd that, he too had received a letter
using the same stationery that very morning.

Richards had a very good relationship with his employer. He was an ex
military man. They understood each other very well and occasionally shared
a late night brandy while they talked of missed opportunities and some
unfulfilled desires. They even went so far as to exchange questionable
websites with one another.

Mr Bull discarded the other mail. The buff envelope with his old school
crest embossed across the postage stamp had caught his attention. He slit
it open neatly with his very sharp, ivory handled opener. Reading his name
and address on the envelope, he was delighted that it had been hand written
and, by Roger Hall one of his main confidantes. He would know the man's
hand (style of writing) anywhere.

Dear Mr Bull (Steven) old friend,

                We hope you are enjoying your well reserved retirement in
the Hampshire countryside and not dwelling on the past too much.

I shall keep this brief for you. When you left the school certain members
of staff (who you will no doubt be aware of) wanted to give you something
"Real" to remember them by.

                We have had to use a bit of skullduggery to arrange this
for you so, we had to employ the aid of your man Richards ´. We know
that you have always exercised discretion and declined the many
opportunities put in front of you with regard to your liking for boys. What
we have arranged it totally without risk (Yes, totally) to you or any of
us. On this Friday coming at 9am a boy will be dropped off at your
house. All I will tell you is that he has just turned fourteen, his name is
Jon Hill. Richards will bring him to your (Headmasters) office. He will
present you with a small case, also a letter. The letter will be an
introduction and guide as to the scenario/s that have been arranged for
your pleasure.

Kindest Regards

Roger

Mr Bull read and re-read the letter. He was intrigued to say the least as
he dwelt on some of the remarks it contained. Standing up and walking to a
window. He gazed out across the vast lawn in deep thought. Not being one to
fret or worry. However, on Thursday he did have quite a restless night as
events that may evolve in the morning ran through his mind.

He got up at his usual time and unusually decided to dress a little less
formal. Normally he would wear his tweed three piece suite. Today he
selected, grey slacks, black polo shirt and a pair of black loafers with
the two little tassels that nestled where laces would normally be, and most
unusual for him no socks.

He ate his usual porridge, scrambled eggs, toast and marmalade with his
favorite English tea. Then at around 9.10am he heard Richards ´ familiar
knock on his study door.  Steven calmed himself before calling for his man
to enter. "Come in Richards!" The door opened silently.  "Master Hill is
outside sir, he is here on a disciplinary matter.  "Very well, send him in;
he ushered the boy into the study and placed the small case on the coffee
table before handing Steven a buff coloured envelope. I shall ring when I
need you, thank you Richards."

A very nervous 14 year old schoolboy entered the study. "Front and centre
boy!  Come forward, stop!" He had the boy stand where he could see him from
head to toe. He could see the nervousness in the face of the boy and his
good looks, slender figure and neat uniform. Two things annoyed Mr
Bull. The boy was wearing shoes in his study and, he had a habit of
flicking his swooping fringe away from his left eye by tossing his head
back. Richards was just about to close the door behind him when the Head
called to him. "Richards!" "Eh, yes sir." "Boy, take your blazer off and
give it to Mr Richards." The boy immediately complied. Richards ´ left
with the brown garment draped over his arm.

The Headmaster opened the envelope: The boy in front of you is Jon Hill he
is 14 years old. You will see and FIND that he is wearing FULL regulation
school uniform.

He is before you because in his fictional life he wrote a statement and
left it in the back of his English Homework book (enclosed) which he
stupidly forgot about when he handed it in to Mr Forbes (English
teacher). Subsequently it was discovered.

It reads as follows: "I have noticed how the headmaster looks at some of
the boys and have caught him on many occasions stealing many a glance at
me. He is always hanging around the gym where he makes timely visits to the
communal showers to ogle the naked boys' bodies as they lather themselves
up. He has even told them to ensure that they wash their privates properly,
especially behind there foreskins and then stands and watches as they
handle themselves. I think he is an old pervert!

I ´d like him to have me in his study and give me a hard time. Give me
the cane or strap, better still a hard spanking. Maybe he would do it on my
bare bum. It would really be humiliating if he made me undress in front of
him. I would like for him to undress me, I mean so I was totally naked but
I don ´t think he would go that far. Fuck! I am getting horny just
thinking about it. What if he called another teacher or someone into the
study while he did this to me? I wonder how far he would go.  Whatever he
did I wouldn ´t tell anyone. I know this sounds a bit purvey because he
is much older than me but he does sort of turn me on. More than boys do.

Oh well, we can all dream. So turned on now I need to go and have a wank
and imagine him playing with my naked boy body".

It goes on Steven but, I have omitted/removed the page with some of his
desires as they are a bit severe. But you will find some items in the case
that may come in useful.

Remember Steven. You are at liberty to do anything you want and have your
way with this boy other than break anything or cause any permanent
damage. He is not your "average" boy. You have him for a minimum of eight
hours.

Richards ´ has his instructions. You just enjoy!

"Why had Richards ´ not told the boy to remove his shoes?" Richards ´
had his instructions, he mused. The boy jumped, startled. "Why on earth
boy...are you wearing shoes in my study!?...As a pupil in this school you
should know that it is forbidden, every boy knows that rule!" "Sir, I am
sorry sir! Iiiiiiiiiiiiiii, I forgot sir." "You seem to have a habit of
forgetting things don ´t you boy". (The head picked up the incriminating
homework book and waved it for the boy to see). "Yes sir, sorry sir." "Now,
remove your shoes, place them here on my desk and return to where you
were." As the boy approached the desk Mr Bull instructed him to also remove
his socks and tie and to place them with the shoes. When the boy had
approached, Steven observed how slender he was. He also noted that the
short sleeved white shirt and long, charcoal gray trousers were exactly the
same as the school uniform shop supplied. The trousers were designed not to
have belt loops but, with waist adjusters at the hips while, by fault or
design the shirt did not have a top button.  Someone had gone to great
lengths to achieve authenticity.

Watching the boy walk back to his spot he liked the way the trousers
emphasized his pert bum cheeks. Steven had tried to choreograph how the day
was to go but now, he decided he would have to just go with the
flow. Fourteen year old pupil Jon Hill now stood bare foot, hands behind
his back while looking directly at the man seated behind the desk as he
tried to second guess his next move while, nervously digging his toes into
the plush pile of the dark gray carpet. Steven Bull picked up the boys
homework book. Jon watched as he opened it inside the rear page. "Now young
Hill my boy, I understand that you wrote something in the back of your
English homework book and very foolishly handed it in for marking, is that
correct?" "Sir, yes sir but I, it was, I mean, it was not meant to be
serious sir." Steven held up a hand. "Stop boy, stop." He stopped mid
sentence. "I asked you boy if you had written it, not if someone else wrote
it or it appeared in your book by magic. Now answer the question. Did you
write these words in your book?"..............."Yes sir." "Good, now that
wasn't too difficult was it? I shall now read it to you just in case you
have forgotten what it says." He began "I have noticed how the headmaster
looks at some of the boys and have caught him on many occasions stealing
many a glance at me...............Why would you think I would want to
glance at you boy?"..........."Because sir, I think you might think I have
a nice body and you want to do things to me because you like young boys'
sir." "What do you mean by "I want to do things?"......."Sex things sir
like a lot of teachers do things with boys don ´t they sir?" Steven Bull
pondered for a while.

"Before I continue to read this to you boy, I think you need a couple of
minutes." "A couple of minute's sir, what for?" "I want to you to take off
your shirt." "My shirt sir" "Yes, I want you to take off your shirt and
your trousers. I assume you are wearing your school regulation underwear."
"Yes sir but.....I" "Take them off and place them folded on the arm of the
sofa."  Steven thrilled at the sight of him unpicking his shirt
buttons. The revelation of the tight fitting white vest had caused Stevens
mouth to dry. The boy placed the shirt at his feet. He also noticed how the
boy avoided making eye contact as he nervously unfastened his trousers and
slipped them down to his ankles. Stevens cock stirred as he watched the boy
in just his white underwear fold the two items and place them on the
sofa. Whoever had planned this really had done their homework. The tight
fitting vest that allowed for a boys ´ nipples to show prominently was
worn over the underpants; the length was exact in that the hem came exactly
halfway down the hips, thereby leaving the pouch uncovered. "Oh yes?"
Thought Steven "Oh yes, he is one very sexy boy." Years of self restraint
were about to go out the window.

Steven did not rush to finish reading the statement. He had emphasized and
lingered on every sexual point as he got to it and watched for the boys'
physical reaction. To prevent any attempt to cover the swelling in his
underpants Steven had instructed the boy to place his hands behind his
back. Having finished reading Steven closed the book. "So Jon Hill, I think
you should find out just how much of an old pervert I am." The boy was
surprised that he had been addressed by his first name. When Steven stood
up Jon was taken in by his body then, totally shocked when the head walked
around and sat on the edge of his desk. Steven had already kicked off his
shoes behind his desk. Now, he pulled his polo shirt off, folded it before
tossing it onto the nearest armchair. His chest hair was neatly trimmed and
despite being a few pounds overweight he looked fit which had not escaped
the attention of Jon Hill.

On several occasions the boy had flicked the hair away from his
face. Steven found this quite endearing and at the same time quite
annoying. The boy watched closely when Steven walked across to the coffee
table to retrieve the small case. He returned and sat on his desk. Placing
it on his desk he unfastened the two locks before flipping the lid open. He
picked something white up and then his face lit up. It certainly unnerved
the boy when he saw the menacing grin on the heads face. It might have been
nerves but the boys legs were trembling slightly and, there was that flick
of the hair again!

The head picked up his mobile from the desk. As he typed the text message
his eyes wandered back and forth to the boy. Message sent he replaced the
phone. It was now just turned 10.05am and his attention was turned back on
the case. The head was picking up and dropping things in the case which was
making Jon even more nervous. The head closed the case before turning his
attention back on the now, object of his desire. When the head moved slowly
towards him Jon looked down at the carpet. His eyes could just glimpse the
bulge in the heads trousers and he could smell his cologne. He knew his own
cock was now even more obvious in his underpants. His chin was now cupped
in the heads hand which gently tilted his head upwards so that he looked
into the heads own blue eyes which now had a resigned look in them. "Yes
boy, yes you are a very good looking boy. It seems a shame that I have to
damage your nice young body today but, you must remember that it is your
desire for me to do so." Without even a thought Jon just said "Yes sir, I
know sir. I am sorry that I wrote those things about you. What I said about
myself is true. I can take it sir please, even if I plead with you please
don ´t stop doing whatever you are doing. I should be punished sir!" The
head noticed the sincerity in the boyish voice and his now water filled
blue eyes. "And so it will be boy, so it will be." He told himself. He
placed his hands on the boys bare shoulders then dropped his eyes down to
the bulge in the front of his underpants.

The head moved behind the boy where he could not be seen to open a cupboard
in one of his bookcases from which he took an old, much worn, size 12 white
plimsoll. Jon followed the instruction to place his hands behind his head
and in doing so he could feel the hem of his vest draw upwards around his
waist. It was with shock and surprise when the plimsoll made firm contact
straight across his boy mounds. His hips drove forward when he went up on
his toes and thrust his chest out. "Oh..oh...Oh" preceded a sharp intake of
breath. A further five whacks got the same response with the final one
landing much harder on bare flesh just below the hems of his underpants
legs. The reaction to that one was "Fuuuuuuuck!
Aghhhhhhhhh......aghhhhhhhhhhhhh" His hands got whacked four times as he
made to rub himself. He returned them to behind his head to stop the
slaps. The bulge in his underpants was no longer evident. The mobile
bleeped. Steven checked it, Replied.

Steven stood directly in front of the boy telling him not to move. What
else had the boy written? Would he divulge if encouraged? "What else would
you like me to do with you boy? Eh? What else did you write that could be
so offensive to me?" Jon just looked straight ahead. He felt hand on his
left hip, then the right. Two thumbs worked their way under the hem of his
vest and stroked his bare sides. Steven placed his ear to the boys'
mouth. "What else boy?"  Two hands ventured under and inside of his vest,
they caressed his sides, his flat belly and then around to his back gently
teasing him. Finger tips worked all around just inside the waistband of his
underpants threatening to go inside then withdrawing. "What else do you
want to tell me Jon?" It was delicious to Steven as the beads of sweat
appeared on the boys' brow and his eyes try to avert from his own. "Come on
Jon, tell sir your fantasies." A hand moved to a small firm nipple, gently
pinching it, then to the other, then all over his tummy and
chest. "Oooooooomph!.........ummmmm!...........ooooooooomph!.............ooooooooomph!"
Was all that could be heard coming from the boys' mouth, then "Fuck me sir?
I.....i.....i want you to fuck me in my boy hole and my mouth." His chest
was heaving as his mouth was again sealed by Stevens before he could add
more, then the kiss broke.

"Get to my desk boy!" Steven brushed the few items on his desk to one
side. "Stretch over the desk! Grasp the other side! Push that little arse
of yours out!" Steven kicked the boys' feet apart causing him to lay his
head sideways on the leather desk top. He moved to the opposite side of the
desk, moved the two small hands along the edge until the slender body
formed a cross, the white vest was pulled up to his shoulders to uncover
the slender, bare back. The leather was cold on the boys' bare chest. The
cane Steven took from behind a curtain was smooth, thin and just over a
meter long. With Jon ´s mind racing and his heart pounding in his ears
he did not hear the cane thrash through the air twice. Neither did he hear
the following two strokes across his boy mounds but he felt them and cried
out. "Aaaaaargh! Aaaaaaaagh! Oooooooooooooh!Nooooooooooooooh! " "Now answer
me boy! What do you want me to do to you!?" The next stroke really
stung. "Aaaaaaaagh!Oooooooooooooh!Nooooooooooooooh! Hurt me sir! I like to
be hurt all over sir! Everywhere and everything! Fuck me right down my
throat and make me eat your cum! Pleeeeease!" Another stroke over the
slipper mark on his bare thighs. Aaaaaaaagh!
Oooooooooooooh!Nooooooooooooooh!" "You are forgetting something boy!"
"Sir.....I.....i. can ´t remember sir!" Jon was terrified when he felt
the tip of the cane being dragged up and down the back of his
legs. "Wouldn't you like Mr Richards to see you naked? Or cook? Or even my
young gardener? You like to be humiliated don ´t you!?" "Yes
sir....sob......sob....I want you to let anyone see me being punished or in
my underwear or totally naked..sob....sob...ooooooooh!"

"Get dressed!......get up from my desk and put on your trousers, shirt and
shoes, you won ´t need socks. Come on boy hurry!" Jon was
dumbfounded. "Was that it?" He didn ´t understand and dare not ask.

"You are going out with Mr Richards.  I have arranged a little something
for you but,.... to my benefit. Cook is making me a light lunch. You will
have yours when you return, be outside of my study at 13.30 stripped to
your underwear. Do you understand?" "Yes sir." Richards's familiar knock on
the door indicated it was time to leave. Jon was allowed to rub his
stinging behind.

At 13.25 outside the study Richards stood watching the boy remove his
shoes, shirt and trousers which he then held folded with the shoes on
top. Jon was secretly happy that he was stood in just his white vest and
pants with Richards able to see him. He had seen the young gardener close
by who had nodded to him when he had gotten out of the car. He had looked
to be about eighteen, dark curly hair and slender facial features. He wore
a one piece boiler suite type overall which made it hard to judge his body
type. At 13.30pm exactly the study door opened. Steven had been for a
lunchtime jog. He wore short, black running shorts with a pale blue
Underarmour running vest and was barefoot. "Thank you Richards, nice job,
well done. I won ´t need you until around 4pm and will you please tell
the gardener I would like to see him here with you?" "Certainly sir, I will
go and tell young George now, as a matter of fact he was just by the car
when we came back." "Well boy! That is much better." Jon now sported a new
haircut. It was now off of his face and ears. Short around the back and
sides but with short sideburns. The front and top were left long but gelled
and combed back. He really looked quite handsome to Steven. Jon did not
mention that he had been humiliated by being made to remove his school
shirt and shoes in the barbers before and during his haircut. "Go in, put
your clothes on the floor down there, I may need both armchairs." Jon
noticed that both armchair seats now had blue towels on them. Steven sat on
the arm of one of the chairs. "Come here boy." Jon stood between the heads
legs as indicated. "Get your Feet apart." The boys' nervous gulp was both
visible and audible when told to lift his vest up. "Show me you bare chest
and nipples, no, take the vest off. You will be naked in a moment anyway
and keep your hands behind your head." "Oh, please sir don ´t strip me
naked. I don ´t want to be naked." "You will be quiet and do as you are
told; if I want you naked then I will have you totally naked. Why are your
armpits bare?" "They get shaved sir." "Your English is terrible." "Now, do
not move." Stevens's hands started flat on each slight breast where he
played his thumbs over the small nipples, when they were pinched the boy
drew in his belly and winced. Stevens left had continued alternating
between the two nubs. The fingertips and nails of the other pressed into
the boys bare flesh and gently scratched all over his chest, belly and
prominent ribs, down his sides, down his left thigh before moving down to
his right inner thigh. Jon turned around when told to. His whole back and
legs were given the same treatment. Long red track marks extended from his
bare armpits down his sides to the waistband of his briefs. The fingers
entered the legs of his briefs. At first they just kneaded the already
smarting boy mounds. The two thumbs pushed in towards his boy hole and
stretched the little pink muscle in all directions. Stevens's finger nails
scratched and scored the remaining concealed tender flesh that solicited
squeals of both pleasure and pain from the boy. The track marks had
continued down the fronts and backs of the boys' thighs and slender lower
legs before Steven stood up and gave each slender arm the same treatment.

 Was it pleasure or pain he could see in the glistening blue eyes? Whatever
it was, the boys cock was rock hard. Jons ´cock and balls were now being
firmly handled by Steven who simply watched the boys' small mouth open and
close each time the six inches were caressed by Stevens thumb. Jon sucked
the air through his teeth at the point that he felt his foreskin retracted
over the swollen head of his cock, then the palm of the hand press and
crush it firmly against his pubis. With the boy defenseless and his hands
still clasped behind his head Steven smothered the small mouth with his
own. His tongue searched inside the hot, moist cavity to find and attack
the smaller tongue. Stevens's pleasure was further heightened at the sound
of muffled screams each time he squeezed the cock and balls trapped in his
hand.

Suddenly and without warning Steven broke off the kiss. He stood back and
admired his handiwork. The boy's body was covered in thin red tracks. He
could see the outline of the rigid cock begging for release and the wet
spot in the front of the boys white underpants. "Now, take off your
underpants!" "But sir, please I have an erection, I don't want you to see
me naked with an erection....please sir!" "Take them off now and hand them
to me!" It was like slow motion to Steven as the boy removed his hands from
behind his head and pushed the small garment down and off. The boy stood
totally nude holding his white underpants out for Steven to take. His cock
stood straight out from his body. The foreskin was trapped behind its
swollen head. Nerves had made his ample balls draw up to its base. Steven
stared at the boys' totally hairless groin and beautiful erect cock while
he took and felt the boys' warm, white underpants. He checked the tag in
the waistband.  ·Boys Egyptian Cotton size: Age 12 · the reverse had
·Jon Hill · written in black. Yes someone had gone to great lengths.
Age 12! It dawned on Steven as to just how young the boy looked for his
age. "Get those hands back behind your head boy!" "Yes sir..Sorry sir!"
They were back in place in a flash. Being in that pose drew his slender
belly in even more which made his hip bones more prominent and his rib cage
to jut out, it also made his thick, five inch cock look bigger than it
really was. For a second time Steven pulled the boy into him and kissed his
mouth, he felt the boys cock rubbing against the front of his shorts. He
placed his hands behind the boy and cupped his now naked bum cheeks. The
boy moaned into Stevens mouth when his body was pulled forward and his cock
and balls pressed against Stevens ´ own hard cock. In between kisses the
boy was told to keep his hands behind his head which he was finding to be a
struggle. Steven pulled off his top, delivered another wet kiss to the boy
then managed to push down and step out of his own shorts. "On your knees
boy, take your hands down." "Jon needed no instruction. The thick seven
inches of uncut manhood in front of his eyes was giving up copious amounts
of pre cum from the slit which pocked out from its hood of
foreskin. Stevens's legs visibly shook when the boys' hands cupped his
balls and wrapped around his cock. It drew a gasp from him when his
foreskin drew right back to reveal the swollen head. When the kneading of
his balls connected with the feeling of the boys ever licking tongue up and
down his cock he had to fight the urge to thrust himself into the boys'
mouth. It was nothing new to Jon (if that was his real name) he knew how to
work a cock with his tongue, lips and throat when it came to it. Right now
his tongue and lips were sending Steven to places he had never been to. His
balls were being alternately devoured, gripped behind with teeth then spat
out before the wet tongue travelled, licking all the way up to the slit
which it then tried to enter. A rhythm started. Suck balls, lick length,
grasp head with lips, suck, and three fast strong strokes. Then repeat over
and over while all the time he stared with his big blue eyes directly into
Stevens. Steven was the one now standing with his hands behind his head
with every muscle in his body tensed up trying to stave off the
inevitable. Eventually, he just erupted! The boys mouth was so full of cum
it escaped and dribbled down his chin and down onto his own cock and
balls. He could not believe that the boys' nose was now buried in his
trimmed pubes thereby confirming the fact that his cock head was now in the
boys' throat. He was unable to dislodge it because the boys' throat muscles
were gripping it around the glans like the reversed teeth of a
shark. Eventually his cock deflated, freeing itself from the trap.

Steven hauled the boy to his feet and kissed him deeply. His tongue could
taste his own cum as it explored the small orifice. Jon tried to pull away
from Stevens palm when it closed around his cock and began to stroke
it. "Uuuuuuumph.....uuuuuuuuuumph." Was all that came from the
boy. Then,"Get up on that chair! Go on up! The boy climbed onto the
armchair. Kneel on each arm and get those legs spread wide and stick that
little arse out and up." Jons ´ hands hooked over the back of the chair,
the side of his face was buried into the padded cushion. His slender body
spread the length of the seat below his body bowed down and his arse pushed
up and back, legs spread and his knees just on the edge of each arm. He was
open and exposed. He moaned when Steven started to caress his smooth
globes, running his finger tip close to the rose bud sphincter that
twitched in anticipation. "You wanted me to spank you boy, didn't you?"
"Ooooooooh...sir.....yes sir...bbbbut..I didn't think you would do
it. Aaaaaargh!.....Aaaaaargh ...oh...oh!...pleeeeeeease. "Every blow of
Stevens hand stung and then his hand would caress the reddening globes
before striking them again in turn. "Ooooooooh
sir....please..Ooooooooh...Pleeeease stop! Aaaaaargh!" Stevens's none
spanking hand pushed the boy's body further downward, forcing his arse
further up and out. His swollen cock was dripping pre cum down onto the
chair seat. From the rear his full soft, wrinkled balls were
visible. Wetting his thumb Steven traced a wet line down the little raised
line of the sack before tracing back up toward the winking sphincter. After
spitting on his thumb Steven gently pressed it to the boys' small opening
eliciting a little gasp, a louder one followed when the whole thumb
vanished inside. The boy moaned "pleeeeeeease Aaaaaargh!.....Aaaaaargh
...oh...oh!...pleeeeeeease, sirrrrrrrrr. Ooooooooh
sir....please.. Ooooooooh ...Fuuuuuuuck!" The thumb just kept scratching
around inside. Two fingers cupped his balls, drawing them back while
pulling the foreskin back. "Be careful what you wish for Jon!"
"Pleeeeeeease sir! Aaaaaargh!.....Aaaaaargh ...oh...oh!...pleeeeeeease,
sirrrrrrrrr. Ooooooooh sir....please.. Ooooooooh. I'm going to Aaaaaargh!
Cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum! Ooooooooh sir....please..Ooooooooh." The boys pent up
cum could be heard splashing onto the towel below, little thudding sounds
came with each shot but Steven was not about to stop. Minutes later it
would stop and then only when the boy was so overcome with painful pleasure
he was openly sobbing and begging for the molesting thumb and fingers to
stop.

The culmination of the boys sexual torture was about to reach its
climax. Reaching under the sobbing boy Steven scooped up the cooling boy
cum and coated the head of his own swollen cock. The boy felt the cool
moisture on his sphincter and then it began to stretch "Pleeeeeeease sir!
.. Ooooooooh Aaaaaargh!.....Aaaaaargh ...oh...oh!...pleeeeeeease,
sirrrrrrrrr. Ooooooooh sir....please.. Ooooooooh NoooooooooooooooooooH!"
Stevens ´ fingers dug into the boys small hips as he held them and
thrust his whole length in and out of the boy's body. He felt his balls
banging against the boys with each thrust. ". Ooooooooh sir
Ooooooooh................ Pleeeeeeease.. Ooooooooh! Please don't
stop.. Ooooooooh please fuck my boy hole for me Ooooooooh
ye...ee....eeee.....ee..ees! Oh fuck my boy pussy! Ooooooooh that huuuuurts
niiiiiiiicesir!" How he had managed to last three minutes was beyond his
comprehension. Three whole minutes of fucking the boy and hearing his cries
for him to keep going brought him to the most amazing orgasm of his
life. It was to be a life changing moment.

After coming down from his high, Steven was not about to give up. Where had
the time gone? Was it really almost 3.50pm? The boy looked exhausted as he
obeyed Steven by getting on his knees and proceeded to clean the deflating
cum coated cock and balls. The boys lapping tongue and lips had begun to
have an undesired effect but once satisfied, Steven put on his shorts and
shirt. He took the white article from the case and threw it to the still
kneeling boy. "Put those on before Richards and the gardener arrive." The
boy unraveled the item to find it was a pair of boys white PE shorts. The
waistband was wide; the legs were very short but with wide leg
openings. When the boy put them on he looked so hot to Steven.  Richards
´ familiar knock once again broke the silence. "Time for a little
humiliation, just like you asked for." "But sir I..i..i ." Steven sat on
the edge of the seat of the other armchair and drew the boy to stand within
touch to his left. "Come in Richards!" Richards entered followed by George
the very youthful gardener. Neither wore footwear. Richards had removed his
jacket and tie which left him in his mourning suit trousers (Narrow striped
grey and black formal trousers/pants worn by undertakers/ butlers) his
white shirt sleeves rolled up above the elbow and black waist
jacket. George had changed into a clean pair of black work overalls. The
poppers were open down to his waist revealing his bare torso beneath, he
had also rolled the sleeves up. George seemed transfixed at the sight of
the boy in his scanty little shorts and felt his cock begin to push against
his overalls. "Now, this young man, Put your hands behind your head boy."
He did as instructed. "This boy! Has expressed a desire to be humiliated in
front of strangers. Well, I suppose you are both strangers to him." Steven
began stroking the boys' bare thigh as he continued to speak. "Tell them
what you are wearing under your little shorts." The boys' voice trembled as
he felt the hand move further up his thigh with each stroke and tug at the
hems of the shorts legs. A finger then pushed inside one leg and stroked
his smooth balls. "I....i am wearing nothing:" "And!" Steven squeezed a
smooth orb "I..I'm wearing nothing under my little shorts." "That ´s
better, always answer with full statements. Now" Steven tugged at the
waistband of the shorts "Would you like me to take them off so that these
two strangers could see you naked? They would see your nice hairless cock
and balls, should I pull them down?" "No sir, please! Don ´t pull my
little shorts off, I don't want them to see me all naked and see my private
parts...oh please don ´t." "I think I should and then make you bend over
so that they can see your little pussy hole." Oh sir, please don't make me
bend over it would be so humiliating to show them my boy hole, please sir."
The obvious bulge in George's overalls had not gone unnoticed by Steven. He
knew what the boy had between his legs from the many times that he and
Richards had had him strip off in the greenhouses for some extracurricular
lessons. He also had a very busy mouth and tight boy hole. The boys
humiliation continued as did Stevens busy fingers that had now drawn the
boys' balls down into full view. How the boy had gasped when his cock head
had been fished out of the waistband of his shorts and the elastic snap
back to trap the head so that it ´s glistening little slit peaked
out. Steven now had one hand up the back of the shorts and the other
stroking the hard cock up and down constantly keeping the boy on edge. "I
am sure that George will have some fun with your nice body Jon, maybe you
will with his......George, if you would please." George popped the
remaining poppers on his overalls. Gravity took over, allowing them fall to
his ankles. He kicked them to one side and stood naked. He was hairless and
every sinew in his lean body was tight. His semi erect cock with its
foreskin drawn back draped over his ample balls and with his tight curly
hair he looked like a roman statue. It was no wonder Steven had seen the
potential in George when he had interviewed him two years ago when he was
just sixteen. The boys gardening skills had been the least of Stevens's
concerns. You can teach a boy to garden. You can ´t teach him beauty
when it is natural.

Jon felt his own cock harden; the tender skin of his trapped glans was now
scraping painfully against the elasticated waistband of his shorts. The
constant caressing by Stevens hands was not helping. He was taking in the
beauty of Georges naked body, yet, Richards showed minor interest. To Jons
´ relief the hands stopped their caressing. Steven rose from the chair,
tilted Jon ´s head back and kissed him deeply, he then moved to George,
cupped his cock and balls in his palm and kissed him passionately until he
elicited passionate groans. "Richards.....I shall be back in thirty
minutes. You know where everything is ...Oh and you may find some items of
use in that small case on my desk....Do try and be a little kind to the
boys." Steven clapped a hand on his shoulder as he walked past him to
leave. "Thank you! Headmaster sir!

In anticipation of what was to come, George moved to Jon while Richards
went to examine the contents of the case. "Now listen, it does not hurt
that much, in fact you may even enjoy it in a strange way, don ´t flinch
away. This man is an expert at what he does. We need to do exactly what he
tells us." Jon looked bemused especially by the "we" part. He then told
George what a beautiful body he had before putting his hands on his chest
and kissing him.

Richards loved boys, though only teenagers. But he did lot love them in the
true meaning of love or having sex with them himself but, liked to make and
watch them perform sexually by themselves and with one another. He loved
their bodies, especially their naked bodies because, if they were clothed
he would not be able to see the welts and red marks from his belts, canes,
floggers and other tools that left their calling cards. He was so good with
his tools that he could not only make, but judge almost to perfection when
his victim/s would cum. He had mastered the art of building a boy up to
ejaculate slowly and painfully, just a little at a time. He had in the past
year trained George to ejaculate over a period of fifteen minutes while he
took great pleasure in watching his sweat coated body tremble while
listening to his long moans.  No matter the boys need and want to fire out
his boy cum, he would be unable to. Jon was about to partly experience what
George had on many occasions, in the potting shed and outbuildings and, of
course in the house but, today Richards did not have the luxury of time but
his timing would be perfect. It was 4.20pm; Steven would be back at 4.50pm.

"George, mount the chair" George took up his position exactly as Jon
had. His knees on the ends of each arm, head down, his tight buttocks up
and out. His hole, cock and balls openly on display. Having managed to push
his own hard cock into his shorts Jon stood and watched Richards take the
cane and begin methodically to work it all over, up, down and around
George's buttocks and thighs. It did it just enough to sting, especially
when he rattled the cane from inner thigh to inner thigh in an up and down
motion. Slowly the redness began to appear. Using the tip of the cane
Richards gently lifted and dropped the boys' balls and tapped horizontally
the complete length of his hard 7"cock. Richards delighted in watching
Georges head nod and shake to try and ward off the erotic sensations. Jon
obeyed immediately when told to kneel and get his tongue to work on
George's sphincter and caress and knead the reddening flesh with his
fingers. Richards exchanged the cane for his flogger. He moved the kneeling
boys knees apart with his foot then began to flog up and down the slender
bare back, over the tight shorts and down his thighs. Constantly the
flogger moved up and down from neck to knees, turning Jons ´ skin a dark
pink. Jon was not prepared for what Richards did next. The flogger
continued to work just on his back. Richards's fingers entered the legs of
the boy's shorts and drew down his balls and skinned back, hard cock. His
knees were kicked wider."Get that tongue in boy! Deeper I want to hear
George squealing." George immediately started squealing as did Jon when the
flogger started working on his cock and balls. Richards loved using the
flogger. It was the most versatile tool he had. It could be used on any
part of the body and cause just the right amount pleasurable pain. His
philosophy proved correct as he spent the next ten minutes listening to
both the boy's moans and squeals as he worked it all over their bodies. Jon
had barely noticed when his shorts had been removed and his boy hole began
to receive many licks of the flogger. No parts of the boy's anatomies were
missed. Cocks, balls, sphincters, nipples, buttocks, backs, sides, ribs and
bellies all felt the flogger. They closed their eyes when their heads were
lifted up and their face cheeks made to glow. With only fifteen minutes
left Richards instructed the boys to alternately fuck and suck each
other. Whatever position they got into on the carpet the flogger would
manage to sting their bodies with most emphasis on their swinging ball
sacks as they alternately fucked each other. For Richards, time was going
all too quickly. With only ten minutes before the headmaster returned he
had the boys stand on towels and bend over. From the case he took two very
long but slender bright red butt plugs and inserted them easily up inside
the boys. From his waistcoat pocket Richards removed a small roll of
transparent surgical tape.

When the headmaster returned and entered his study he was greeted by the
very erotic scene of the boys kissing passionately. Their hands caressed
the others still naked body. Richards was alternating between them, firmly
now, caning their reddening buttocks to elicit muffled groans when the butt
plugs were forced further inside them. Steven approached the scene and the
caning stopped. Richards handed him the flogger. "How many?" Steven asked
Richards. "Six each, then eight sir." Richards was very sure of himself and
proceeded to move behind the boys, then in turn kicked their feet wider
apart. After instructing them to place their hands behind their heads he
pushed them apart about ten inches. They could not move further because
their cocks had been tapped together side by side. Each had been fixed with
the cock heads on the tender flesh behind the glans of the others. They had
no idea what to expect. Even George, who had suffered many an assault by
the two men, was taken by surprise when the flogger was swung up from the
rear six times between his parted legs to kiss his balls and base of his
cock. The same was applied to Jon. The boys beaten, sweating bodies heaved
when the first blow of the flogger came down on their joined penises, then
it struck upwards. Six more alternating strokes were inflicted. When the
eighth and final stroke hit its target. The boys let out loud moans. Steven
simply stood and watched in amazement as, very slowly the boys gave up
their pent up cum. Their bodies squirmed as the slow flow of cum tormented
their every fiber and their cocks swelled with the buildup of cum in their
urethra ´s. It took almost seven minutes before the slow flow
stopped. It was over. The tape could only be removed when the boy's penises
had deflated. Their continued kissing was not helping.

Richards gathered up and replaced the items he had used. The butt plugs had
slipped from the boy's sphincters and now lay on the towel which Richards
gathered up. The sound of a car horn was then heard. Richards left the
study briefly before returning to say he had organized cook to give the
driver refreshment and that the boy would be ready in ten minutes. Steven
had a look of sadness on his face as he sat and watched Jon put on his
school uniform. Only a few fading red streaks could be seen on his cheeks
when he kissed George, kissed Steven and then very formerly shook Richards
by the hand and said "thank you! " Before exiting the study. Three people
stood quietly and listened to the sound of tires on gravel as the car took
the boy away...to where?

Epilogue: From that moment Steven decided to stop living a lie. The
headmaster façade would be gone forever. Life was the future not the
past. He told Richards and George that the manor house would be sold. He
would move into a small but elegant penthouse in the city and, if they
wished they could accompany him as employees and companions. Richards would
carry on in his normal roll and learn to cook and train George? Cook would
be given good references and a financial package.  He wanted George to meet
and make many more new friends. He would be taught to drive and become
Stevens's chauffer and have a very fine fitting suit.

I hope readers have enjoyed the series but as there has been very little
response it is time to bring it to a close.