Date: Tue, 24 May 2022 16:30:05 +0200
From: jorge williams <jorgewilliams@mail.com>
Subject: School Passion play,   part one, for Adult/Youth section.

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The following story is of boys at a school enjoying being coached into
their masochistic tendencies.  Please note that all the action was agreed
and enjoyed or otherwise would not take place. If this is not to your
taste please don't bother to read further!

Part one.

I am now forty and it is time to sit back in my new profession and
quietly remenisce about my time as a Master at a small boys boarding prep
school. The boys could join after their ninth birthday and stay up to
late in their thirteenth year, before leaving for their senior school.

The school had been set up by a small group of parents who wanted a tough
upbringing for their boys. There were 50 or so boys in groups of age, and
all were encouraged to partake in the rougher sports.
We were five Masters, plus a Headmaster. The Heads wife was a small woman
who seemed to enjoy looking after the boys needs and also enjoyed our
scenes!. She was the only female!

I will describe two of the sports they "played  such as boxing, and
wrestling, but each had an added unusual penalty for losing!
The boxing had no timed rounds, and continued until one boy gave in.
He would then be made to strip naked and bend over a purpose made padded
"sawing horse." to be caned! He could now elect whether to be tied down
or accept the punishment while free, but as there were dire penalties for
not staying in place most boys chose to be tied! I reckon that they
secretly enjoyed being tied and most boys would be sporting a stiffie at
the end!.

In the wrestling the boys would start by wearing a school swim thong,
this tiny garment was designed by us and only just covered the penis
which was a greay sight once the boy got an erection!  The object was to
get your opponent naked. Once this was achieved the naked loser would be
taken to the saw horse and tied over it as in the boxing penalties, but
the punishment would be ten strokes with a leather belt. On being untied
from the horse his hands were tied behind him and he would be made to
parade, sore, naked, and probably crying, amongst his fellow pupils!
I never saw a boy suffer in this way without him sporting a good hard
stiffie at the end, which made me realise the important punishment
elements of boyish masochism!

That should give you a rough insight as to the nature of the school
although I must tell you that the boys from eleven upwards seemed to
generally really enjoy the action, and want more!
The whole object was to train them into masochism, and later full bdsm
scenes and from twelve onwards they made it obvious they loved it!

Apart from enjoying the action though, I loved all the boys, especially
from the ages twelve to late thirteens, but on occasion I would fall for
a boy as young as eleven. At twelve a boy would be taking an increasing
interest in his body, and at thirteen it would blossom out and if handled
correctly was sheer magic!

So with that background I am going to recount the full story of
the annual passion play around the time of the Easter holidays, when any
boy, but especially those already heavily into masochistic tendencies,
could put their name forward to act the part of Jesus. Two more boys
would be selected to act as Roman soldiers and wield their whips to keep
the Jesus boy on the move, then enjoying tieing him to the whipping post
on their way to his crucifixion. Here he would recieve his first hard
whipping. This was the exciting pause before continuing to the
culmination of the play. His crucifixion!

All of this ritual will get described in detail in the following chapter
if the feedback requests it!

So I will first describe here how the play was set up and then watched by
all boys of eleven or older. Their Fathers, (no Mothers allowed!!), other
fathers of older boys and all our staff.

It would start at 9am in front of the school buildings. The boy acting as
Jesus would be brought out wearing just a thin white cotton choirboy
surplice but otherwise naked, and barefoot. He would have a leather
collar with a leash attached and his hands would be bound behind him. He
would be brought out to be viewed by the watching staff and parents,
being led by the leash by the chosen master!

The two "Romans" would be waiting, dressed in short leather skirts and
sandals, but otherwise naked.  Each holding a multi tailed lash (Object
of these lashes was no lasting damage, just pain!).

The watching parents and staff would stand around, filming and
encouraging.
The boy's hands would now be released ready to hold the cross and start
the trek down to the two stages of his ordeal!
The cross laying ready on the ground was placed on the boy's shoulder
with the upright part trailing on the ground, while he clutched the cross
beam to keep it in placer. He would then start his slow trek down the
path to the clearing in the schools private grounds to the whipping post.
This was a heavy wooden post dug firmly in the ground with a large
eyebolt near the top.
The two Romans would spur him on with flicks of their lashes to his legs,
plus an occassional lash accross his shoulders, slightly blocked by the
trailing upright, so sometimes craftily up under his butt!

On arrival at the whipping post the Jesus boy would be told to halt while
the audience gathered around to watch.
"Remove your surplice!" would come an order from the headmaster. There
was no hesitation as our chosen Jesus boy, standing proudly in front of
the watchers, slowly pulled the gown over his head to reveal his
beautiful body to the watchers, now naked and sporting a rampant
twitching hairless uncircumcised erection!
"Tie him for his whipping" came the head's command.

Our chosen boy was led to the post and held his thin wrists out round it
to the master doing the tying. After the tying and now tightly cinched
his hands were pulled upwards to the waiting eyebolt, and soon he would
be standing close against the rough wood of the post, with no chance to
avoid the whips. I always admired how a boy could take this punishment
but then they were all undergoing tough training and most boys of that
age are showing masochistic tendencies and got really switched on by it
all!

But, I digress. So let me go on to the selection of the boys.
The five candidatesy filed into the room, wearing dressing gowns over
their simple white cotton gym shorts. One by one they shed their gowns.
What a sight I remember, but for me the choice was simple!
Zac was only just thirteen. Blonde hair worn as long as the school would
allow. His lithe young body was smooth as velvet and still hairless with
a beautiful honey coloured tan. Bright blue eyes and a cheeky snub nose,
with what I can only describe as rosebud lips!

I started the process of selection with a question.
"Zac, why do you want to act as Jesus? You must know that you will be
made to suffer a lot when whipped, before you finally carry your cross to
our prepared site to be crucified! You will be hoisted up to hang and
writhe before us, and left in agony while we watch you displayed,
stretched out as you struggle for us on your cross. For us you will make
a wonderful sight, naked and helpless but mainly for us knowing that you
chose this punishment and willingly accepted the pain and torment1  So
why do it?

"Sir, for the last two years I have dreamt of this. Hoisted writhing and
sweating before the small audience of knowing parents, and especially to
show my Dad. it is my desire to please him. It always gives me a stiffie
Sir, and well you know what then!"

"Yes Zac, we know a lot of boys have these fantasies, but this will be
for real, and once agreed there will be no opting out! So strip naked
now!"
As Zac lowered and removed his flimsy gym shorts he displayed to us
his superb uncircumcised erection. It spoke better than any words!

"Sir, please sir, i want to be whipped and punished for all my
wild thoughts. Sometimes Sir I have even tortured myself in secret, so I
know I will give you a good display and gain an experience I will
remember for all my life!"

It was not long before having questioned all five boys that we all agreed
it should be Zac. We went on to select the whip bearing Roman soldiers
who would goad Zac on his way and whip him at the post before his
crucifixion.
Both these boys were grinning to each other as they realised their role,
while young Zac looked slightly pensive now he knew for sure what he was
in for! The other two boys were both Zac's age and highly attractive with
there tanned pubescent bodies! Their names were Marc and Leo. All three
boys willingly stood in front of us to proudly display their
stunning attractive erections!

I called Zac over to stand in front of me with his hands on his head. I
ran my hands down his smooth delightful body. When I reached his
erection his natural instincts kicked in, and he brought one hand down to
push my hand away. The head master immediately walked over to the wall
and selected a length of cord from a bunch hanging there, and turned Zac
round with his back to me!
"Hands together behind you. Now. Look sharp!"  As he did so I bound his
wrists tight and firm before turning him back to face me. I caressed the
smoothness of his penis as it throbbed in front of me. Without a doubt we
had our selection right!

The remaining two boys were now dismissed and left the room. But we soon
had Zac and his two friends, Leo and Marc, all standing naked in a row in
front of us, and it seemed a good time to really test Zac's strength for
character and resolve!

"We will go to the training room now and let our two Roman soldiers try
their hand with the whips."
The Head explained that these whips had been designed to sting and make
good red wheals for a short time, hence were safe to use as long as there
was a good break before the boy, Zac, was seen outside the school!" They
were in fact ten thin leather straps selected for the purpose. The harder
straps, along with a few knotted cords included would be used at the
actual play only!

So for the first time we were taken to the "training" room which turned
out to be in the cellar down a flight of steps. Behind a solid heavy door
it was sound proofed, and in the centre was erected a whipping post to
match that which would be used for the passion play. It was in fact a
sturdy wooden post running from floor to ceiling for stability.
When a man (one of us Masters keen on bdsm) or a boy in this case,
responded to the whipping so his legs would no longer keep him
upright, he  would slowly sink to hang from his tied wrists.

I should point out the obvious here, that all us Masters were  into bdsm,
and all of us had been tied and whipped at that post, but nothing
delighted us more than teaching these delightful boys, all of
them inclined towards our scenes anyway. It made a change from simply
punishing ourselves, and we so enjoyed their innocence being exploited
while obviously also enjoyed by them, in anticipation of their coming
whippings, if not the actul pain moments when it happened!

I eased Zac forward to the post.
"Time to prove yourself Boy. Leo, Marc, collect a whip from the
headmaster while I secure your friend.
Zac's wrists were now released and he was ordered to put them round the
post where I tied and cinched them, before hauling them up to force him
to stand close against the rough wood of the post!

We had our naked boy, the beautiful Zac!
He was so willing, so excited, but at the same time nervous of what we
were about to do. His ever ready young penis straining in anticipatoom!

"Leo, you first. Lay on six lashes over Zac's back."
I always loved the noise as the many leather tails of the whip swung down
onto a boys smooth tanned back!
Zac bucked and whimpered but remained standing tight against the post.
He took the six lashes with quiet fortitude, pulling at his bonds, giving
an occassional grunt of pain but with total acceptamce!

"Your turn Marc" was the order after a close examination of Zac's back.
You can go harder this time. Marc with a look of sheer glee on his young
face laid on a really cruel stroke and Zac cried out and cringed against
the post. He kicked out frantically with his legs as another lash landed,
and slowly Zac's knees bent and he sunk down, knees now either side of
the post. He was now crying and pulling at his trussed wrists.

"Have you had enough boy?" it was the headmaster speaking, his head held
close to the sweating head of the boy. The small shaky high treble voice
of Zac cried out.
"You can go harder Marc, and use a fiercer whip, but please Sir, can my
legs be tied as well! Please let me show you all what I can take!"

A length of cord was tied to the Zac's left ankle, then round the back of
the post and to his right ankle. Zac was prodded upright again as the
cord was tightened.
I looked in wonder as Zac flexed his back, now helpless against the post,
before he shouted out to all of us.
"Whip me please, i will show you what I am made of!

The headmaster went and selected a more senior whip with much stiffer
leather straps, and Marc took it, shook all the straps to hang loose and
then let fly. A vivid line of wheals now adorned Zac's back and he
wriggled sobbing as he hung helpless from his wrists.
Another two lashes and suddenly Zac gave a high piched squeal and we
could see he had in fact ejaculated a small jet of clear boy cum against
the post.

"That is enough boys for now." Called out the Head. You Zac are a truly
great boy and we will enjoy seeing you suffer willingly on the day of the
play." Zac was quicly released and led to a waiting bench to have salve
rubbed gently into his back!

"One more thing though boys. You have been selected for the play so in
one weeks time we want you really passionate and ready. Until the play
you will wear these small chastity cages locked to a steel ring tight
around your genitals!" The head produced the chosen devices and all the
boys excitedly looked them over.
Zac was first fitted as he was now limp, and soon he felt the steel ring
being squeezed tight to clamp around the base of his genitals, followed
by his limp, but already starting to grow penis, being wriggled into the
restrictive tube!
"You next Leo, lie back on this table!" A few quick jerks to his rigid
cock and he ejaculated, a tiny jet from his barely thirteen year old
cock. He was soon restricted like Zac.
Marc was next, and he excelled with several jets of creamy cum. "Good
boy, you shot the best!"
"Yes Sir, but I had the best whip to enjoy whipping Zac!"

After all this was over we went back up to the kitchens. The boys
retrieved their gym shorts, and I produced a nourishing hot chocolate
drink for our young charges before sending the off to the showers and
thence, once fully dressed again, to rejoin their fellows in the school!

What the boys did not know was that the showers were bugged and we could
hear their chatter! First it was Marc asking Zac whether he was worried
at the thought of the coming play with his part as Jesus..
"Zac, all the parents and staff will be watching you when you have to
strip naked for your whipping. They will watch and enjoy seeing you tied
to the post! Are you worried?

"Nah, I can take it. My dad will be in the crowd egging me on and he has
taught me how to accept beatings regularly. All punishments from him are
made with me naked anyway. I don't care if that is what they want to
see!  Anyway I bet you won't be as hard on me as he is sometimes!
Anyway, I get excited now by just feeling the cords making me helpless
and Dad does not do that bit!!"  Leo butted in then.

"Why does your Dad beat you Zac? Don't you want to run away!"
"No way Leo. In a weird way I enjoy it. First to be made to strip for
him. Then to go and fetch the tawse he likes, or maybe a cane! Then the
bending over a tressle! I always get an erection and he likes that, and
nearly always now, well in this last year, I have cum, and shot a little
sperm!  So I must like it deep down even if it hurts!

The chatter faded as the boys left the  shower to dress, but it had
given us Masters a good insight into their thoughts and we realised we
could really make young Zac suffer at the whipping post, and when
displayed on the cross.

It was hard to wait for the play, but it gave us time to further enhance
the coming action in a weeks time! The whipping would be with Zac naked
after he removed his surplice.
After his whipping He would wear a simple strip of cloth looped over a
leather waist cord, thence between his legs, and up to tuck in at the
back! In this garb he would carry his cross to be crucified! What a sight
it would be!

End of part one. Part two will follow, but only if it seems to be wanted.
It will be more explicit with the details of what happens to Zac and his
friends.

Hopefully this story will touch a cord somewhere with my readers, and
bring back those boyhood dreams. Now at my older age I know how to please
my friends when we meet for a session, and always hope they may find a
willing boy to join in!!

Regards and enjoy,  Jorgewilliams@mail .com