Falconsmere:
The Chosen Ones
by
Pink Panther
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Chapter Two
The
previous school year
Matthew's
relationship with Mr Johnstone began quite innocently, with the headmaster
making a point of coming to hear him practice. Then, after a couple of weeks, Mr
Johnstone invited Matthew to come to his room so that they could listen to
music together.
On
his very first visit, they were listening to a recording of one of the great
cello pieces, when Mr Johnstone gently put his hand on Matthew's shoulder.
Matthew didn't object; he actually found it quite pleasant.
When
the piece was over, Mr Johnstone asked him what his ambitions were, and how far
he hoped to pursue his music.
"Well,
sir," he explained, "when I leave here, I'm hoping to go to the Purcell School
in Hertfordshire. It's the first specialist music school in the country. Of
course, lots of young musicians want to go there, so I'll have to play really
well if I'm going to get in."
On
his next visit to Mr Johnstone's room, rather than putting his hand on
Matthew's shoulder, the headmaster placed it on the boy's thigh, just below the
hem of his shorts. Although Matthew knew this was naughty, he liked the
feeling, so far from objecting, he looked up at Mr Johnstone, giving him a
conspiratorial grin.
On
Matthew's next few visits, instead of just putting his hand on the boy's thigh,
Mr Johnstone began gently stroking it. Matthew enjoyed this even more,
especially when his penis got hard. He was no longer concerned about it being
naughty; this was exciting!
A
few weeks later, when he entered the headmaster's room, he found Mr Johnstone
sitting alongside his desk.
"Matthew!"
he'd greeted, smiling. "I've got some news for you! On Saturdays, The Royal
Academy in London holds special classes and workshops for young classical musicians.
I think they'd be ideal for you. Would you be interested in attending?"
To
Matthew, it had felt as though someone had pushed a dagger through him. In
addition to the very high school fees, his parents were already paying for a
specialist teacher to come in and teach him the cello, while the school's head
of music taught him piano. Knowing that their finances were already stretched,
he couldn't ask them to pay out even more.
"Yes
sir," he responded sadly. "I'd love to go, but I don't think Mummy and Daddy
could afford to pay for me."
"They
wouldn't have to," Mr Johnstone told him. "You're the best musician we've had
here in quite some time. We'll pay for it. We'll even pay your train fares."
Matthew
could hardly believe it. The opportunity to work with other young musicians
like himself was beyond anything he'd expected. This, he decided, was the best
day of his life.
"Sir!
That's fantastic!" he'd enthused. "I promise I'll work really hard!"
"Of
course," Mr Johnstone added, with Matthew standing in front of him, "If we do
this for you, I'm hoping that you'll do a little something for me."
Leaning
forwards in his chair, he ran his hands down the back of Matthew's thighs. Matthew
understood immediately. It confirmed what he'd already suspected: that Mr
Johnstone wanted to be even naughtier with him than he already had.
That
was scary! But the chance to attend the Royal Academy's junior classes was too
good an offer to turn down.
`I know it's wrong,' Matthew
reasoned to himself, `but Mr Johnstone won't hurt me; it'll be fine. And once I've
finished at Falconsmere, I'll simply put it behind me. Nobody else will ever
know.'
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In
the weeks that followed, things slowly escalated. From gently pulling down his
shorts and underpants and fondling his boy-parts, the headmaster moved on to
sucking his erect penis. Right from the first, Matthew loved it! Although he
knew it was very naughty, it was wonderfully exciting!
"Will
you play with my dick?" Mr Johnstone asked him a couple of weeks later.
Very
nervously, Matthew wrapped his fingers around the man's erect penis.
"This
is okay sir," he said quietly, "but I don't want to suck it."
"That's
fine," Mr Johnstone assured him. "You don't have to."
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Naked
apart from his grey school socks, Matthew stood facing away from Mr Johnstone's
bed. Also naked, the headmaster knelt in front of him, sucking his rock-hard
penis. Slipping his hand between the twelve-year old's legs, Mr Johnstone
pushed his well-lubed index finger into the boy's bottom.
Relaxing
his sphincter muscle, Matthew sat back on it, allowing it to penetrate as far
as it could. A moment later, he was being sucked and finger-fucked. The
sensations were exquisite, the most intense he'd ever experienced.
Suddenly,
everything went out of control. Hardly able to breathe, he shuddered all over.
With his penis swelling and pulsing in Mr Johnstone's mouth, his bum-hole
tightened sharply around the man's invading finger. He had to hold onto Mr
Johnstone's head to stop himself falling over.
Within
a few seconds, the violent sensations subsided as quickly as they'd started.
Feeling like a rag-doll, Matthew carefully withdrew his now super-sensitive
prick from the headmaster's mouth.
"Sir!"
he gasped. "What just happened."
"You
had a dry-cum," Mr Johnstone said gently, before explaining it in detail.
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Weeks
soon stretched into months. It was early June, shortly after the half-term
break. Matthew's Saturday sessions at the Royal Academy had been going
superbly. They'd become the highlight of his week. As well as making great progress
musically, he'd made lots of new friends, girls as well as boys. Of course,
none of them knew about the naughty things that Mr Johnstone did with him, but
that didn't matter. It wasn't their business, was it? Overall, his life was the
best it had ever been.
He
got back to school just in time for supper. Afterwards, telling his friends
that he needed to tell the headmaster what they'd been doing and how things had
gone, he made his way to Mr Johnstone's room.
A
short time later, and with the door safely locked, they were both completely
naked. Matthew was on the bed, down on all-fours while kneeling on the floor
behind him, Mr Johnstone was licking him out, something else that Matthew found
very exciting. After around a minute, Mr Johnstone's tongue was replaced by the
man's well-lubricated index finger. Sliding smoothly in and out, it made
Matthew's penis twitch.
Mr
Johnstone then added his middle finger, just as he had on their two previous
meetings. As it entered, Matthew winced slightly, but once it was in, the pain quickly
disappeared.
After
corkscrewing around inside him a few times, the headmaster's fingers gently
slid out, only to return a couple of seconds later. At least, that's what
Matthew initially thought. Then reality dawned. It wasn't the man's fingers
that were up his bum, it was his cock!
"Just
relax," Mr Johnstone urged soothingly, his hands holding Matthew firmly in
place. "You've done the hard part."
A
moment later he began to fuck. Starting quite gently, he gradually built things
up, going deeper and faster until the boy was taking his full length.
Having
wanked the man off any number of times, Matthew knew what was going to happen. A
couple of minutes later, he was proved correct when Mr Johnstone's spunk spurted
right up his bum. Matthew struggled to get his head around it. Back when they'd
started, he could never have imagined things going as far as this.
It
was a game-changer. Although Mr Johnstone never spelt it out, Matthew knew that
if he wanted to keep attending classes at the Royal Academy, this was what he'd
be expected to do.
With
the classes being so important to him, Matthew soon adjusted to the idea. Over
the remaining weeks of the summer term, allowing Mr Johnstone to fuck him
became part of their routine.
`It's okay,' Matthew
told himself. `I'm getting what I want, and Mr Johnstone's getting what he
wants. That's just how life works.'
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of flashback
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With
the new school year having started, the relationship was about to be revived. Matthew
approached the door to Mr Johnstone's room.
`Will
he want to fuck me?' the boy speculated.
Guessing
that he probably would, Matthew ground his teeth. Having not been penetrated for several weeks,
he knew it'd hurt.
As
far as he knew, he was the only boy that Mr Johnstone asked to visit his room
so that they could have sex.
`But am I really the
only one?' he asked himself.
His
instincts told him that there had to be other boys that Mr Johnstone would like
to have sex with.
`But does anyone else
actually come here like I do?' he wondered.
If
the headmaster was having `other visitors' Matthew had no idea who they could
be. After knocking on the door, he entered the room. Mr Johnstone was sitting
at his desk.
"Matthew!"
he called, beaming. "Great to see you! Come here!"
Matthew
headed towards him, trying to exude a level of confidence that he certainly
wasn't feeling.
"I've
missed you over the summer!" Mr Johnstone declared, wrapping his arm around the
twelve-year old's shoulder. "Did you have a good holiday?"
"Yes,
thank you sir."
After
locking the door, Mr Johnstone led Matthew to the bed. It was like they'd never
been away. With Matthew engaged in what can only be described as passive
acquiescence, he allowed the headmaster to do what he wanted.
Finally,
Mr Johnstone lifted Matthew onto the bed, placing the boy face-down, with a towel-covered
pillow under his hips and his legs spread apart. As he climbed on top, Mr
Johnstone reminded himself of how hard he'd had to work to get to this position.
He was a little disappointed that Matthew seemed to have lost his enthusiasm,
but it wasn't that important. The twelve-year old was still allowing him to
fuck his cute little arse.
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Ensconced
in his sleeping-in room, Ted Price was waiting for eleven-year old Simon Rowe
to arrive. A year earlier, Mr Price had selected Simon, another very
low-achiever, for his recipe of `extra tuition' followed by forced anal sex.
On
their first encounter, he'd been surprised to discover that Simon wasn't a
virgin. He suspected that a member of the boy's family would most likely have
been responsible for that, but as it wasn't important, and the boy certainly wouldn't
have told him anything, he hadn't pursued the matter.
After
a tap on the door, Simon appeared. Scrawny, of average height and fair-haired, he
was a nice-looking boy, though not exceptional.
"You
asked to see me, sir!" he said, eyeing the man resentfully.
"Yes,"
Mr Price responded calmly, totally unfazed by the boy's insolent manner.
In
stark contrast to the other boys to whom he gave `extra tuition', Simon was
abrasive and confrontational. Intensely disliked by most of the other boys,
he'd got himself into a number of fights, all of which he'd lost. Mr Price had
had several run-ins with him, even before deciding to recruit him to his
`stable'.
"We'll
begin our tuition sessions at the usual time on Thursday," he continued evenly.
"After that, they'll take place every Monday and Thursday. Meanwhile," he
added, getting to his feet, "as you're here . . ."
Just
as he had with Lockwood the previous day, he positioned himself behind the boy,
who was facing the desk. Reaching around, Mr Price undid the front of Rowe's
shorts, allowing them to slip down around the eleven-year old's ankles.
Executing another well-practised move, the youngster's underpants quickly
followed.
"Now
bend over!" the man ordered.
Knowing
that failure to comply would result in a severe spanking, Simon reluctantly lowered
his upper body onto the man's desk.
Smirking,
Mr Price took out a tube of K-Y. Having squeezed some onto his fingers, he
cursorily worked it into the eleven-year old's bum, noting the clear signs of the
recent attention it had been getting.
After
slathering more lubricant over his penis, the deputy head shuffled in close,
made sure he was perfectly lined up, and impaled the lad with a single hard
thrust. Gritting his teeth, Simon gasped, but not wanting to give his tormentor
the satisfaction, he didn't protest.
Gripping
the tops of Rowe's legs, Mr Price began to fuck the lad relentlessly. He was
totally in his element. Fucking these slim pre-pubescents was the only real
pleasure he ever got.
Although
he hated what the man was doing to him, within seconds, Simon had a raging
hard-on, his prick throbbing and tingling. It simply didn't make sense. In his
brain, he just wanted it to be over.
He
didn't have long to wait. After barely a minute, he heard the unmistakeable
sound of Mr Price gasping and growling, and just moments after that, he became
aware of the man's warm, creamy spunk spurting repeatedly up his bum. He
grimaced, cursing silently. Having his boy-hole filled with Pervy Price's cum
was the ultimate indignity. He hated it more than anything.
After
a short pause, Mr Price carefully withdrew. Immediately, Simon reached down,
pulling up his briefs and shorts until they were around his knees. Glancing up
at Mr Price, he gave the man a look of pure hatred. Then, still holding onto
his shorts and underpants, he shuffled towards the bathroom, semen still
leaking from his anus and slowly trickling down his thighs.