Falconsmere: The Chosen Ones

by Pink Panther

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Chapter Three

The following morning, Mr Price strode into the dorm next to his room with an extra spring in his step. He found Christopher Bennett getting ready to go to breakfast.

"Bennett!" he barked. "As your basic skills are still so weak, I've decided to do some extra work with you to see if we can't get them closer to an acceptable standard. At half past eight this evening, as soon as you're ready for bed, you are to put on your dressing gown and come to my room. Knock on the door and walk in. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," Christopher acknowledged meekly.

"Good! And don't you dare forget!"

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That evening, just before eight-thirty, Christopher put on his dressing gown over his pyjamas and headed the short distance along the corridor to Mr Price's room. Not knowing what to expect, he was very apprehensive. As instructed, he knocked on the door and nervously made his way inside. He found Mr Price sitting at his desk.

"Come and sit here!" the man ordered, indicating the chair next to his own.

As soon as Christopher was seated, they began to work on his reading skills, focusing on words ending in `ough', and the different ways that they were pronounced. After almost twenty minutes, Mr Price called a halt.

"That'll be enough for this evening," he snapped brusquely. "Now stand up and take your dressing gown off!"

Completely taken aback, Christopher did as he was told, standing nervously in front of the school's deputy head, not having any idea what was about to occur. Worse quickly followed. Almost before he knew what was happening, the man divested him of his pyjamas, leaving him dressed only in his regulation white briefs.

Licking his lips, Mr Price admired his prize. He had picked well, he told himself. Physically, the boy was everything he was looking for. Reaching out, he quickly skinned Bennett's underpants down his legs.

"Now step out of them!" he barked.

Kicking them off, Christopher was horrified, so frightened, he couldn't even speak. Although he still didn't know what Mr Price intended to do, he knew it was going to be bad.

"Kneel down!" the man ordered.

Far too scared to object, Christopher got down onto the floor. Immediately, Mr Price stood up. Opening his flies, he pulled out his thick, 18cm cock. It was already fully erect.

"Suck it!" he demanded.

Christopher hesitated. He'd heard about cock-sucking during the casual sex-talk that some of the other boys engaged in. At the time, it hadn't seemed real. He'd certainly never envisaged doing it, especially not with a man in his late forties.

"I told you to suck it!" the man growled. "And watch your teeth!"

Seeing no alternative, Christopher took the hard, swollen object into his mouth and nervously sucked it. Mr Price allowed himself a smile, gently stroking the ten-year old's hair. He wasn't concerned that the boy couldn't get down very far. After all, he wasn't intending to cum in the lad's mouth. The important thing was that he'd obtained compliance.

"Okay," he said quietly. "You can stop now."

As soon as Christopher pulled away, Mr Price went across to the bed, placed the pillow right in the middle and covered it with a towel.

"Get onto the bed and lie face-down!" he snapped.

Having got into the routine of doing whatever Mr Price asked of him, and still unaware of the man's intentions, Christopher once again followed his instructions, lying face-down on the bed with the pillow under his hips.

After taking a tube of K-Y from his desk, Mr Price climbed on behind. Pulling the ten-year old's legs apart, he roughly worked some of the slimy gel into the youngster's bum-hole.

"Ohhh, sir!" Christopher protested, the sudden, violent intrusion almost taking his breath away.

"Just keep quiet!" Mr Price retorted.

After smearing K-Y over his already glistening penis, the man lowered himself into position, guiding his cock onto the ten-year old's anal ring. Finally realising what the man was trying to do, Christopher instinctively resisted, clenching his boy-hole to make it as tight as he could.

After a few seconds, the man's penis pulled away. However, the encounter was far from over. A moment later, the man pulled him up onto all fours.

"Just relax!" he snarled, administering several hard smacks to the boy's buttocks. "You're just making this harder than it needs to be!"

Pushing the boy back down, Mr Price resumed his previous position, his cockhead pushing even harder against the youngster's rear entrance. After a couple of seconds, the boy's sphincter muscle finally relented.

"Yeowww!" Christopher screamed, the excruciating pain by far the worst he'd ever experienced.

Picking up the boy's discarded underpants, Mr Price unceremoniously stuffed them into his victim's mouth. Settling back into position, the man continued to push down, remorselessly reaming Christopher's virgin tunnel. Within a few seconds the boy was fully impaled, the man's pubic hair squished up tight against the youngster's bottom.

Mr Price paused, savouring the tight little sheath that was gripping his cock. He was elated and triumphant. For him, there was no better feeling than taking a preteen boy's cherry, and this one ranked as one of the best he'd ever had. It was now time to finish the job. He slowly pulled back until only his cockhead remained inside.

Christopher hoped that this would be the end of it, but once more, he was disappointed. A moment later, the man's penis thrust right in again, and within a few seconds, he was being relentlessly fucked.

He sobbed silently but uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face. It was all so unfair! It wasn't his fault that he struggled with reading and writing, or that he was useless at the games the other boys considered to be so important. He hadn't even asked to come to this horrible place! He'd done nothing to make Mr Price treat him like this!

But there was no way out. He couldn't possibly tell anyone. Not only would it be way too embarrassing, nobody would believe him. In this place, he and other boys like him were at the bottom of the pecking order, and he knew it. Nobody would take any notice of anything he said.

Christopher continued to cry, but it wasn't just the pain. Having Mr Price's penis forced up his bum felt disgusting! And to make things even worse, he was scared out of his wits, unable to imagine when or how this nightmare was going to end.

Lying right on top of him, Mr Price fucked the slightly-built ten-year old even more savagely than his two older victims. With the interaction between his penis and Bennett's wonderfully tight sex-tunnel taking him to the pinnacle of sexual pleasure, the boy's reaction to being so brutally sodomised was giving him a thrill that was almost unprecedented. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt so totally in command.

Suddenly he was there, his orgasm as powerful as any he could remember. As he ejaculated deep inside the unfortunate boy's bottom, he continued to thrust. As a result, while his penis was still spurting, some of his spunk was forced out of the youngster's anus. Having flooded the boy's crack, it trickled down his perineum and over his cute little balls before dripping onto the towel.

Finally, it was over. After pausing for a few seconds, Mr Price carefully withdrew, still buzzing with elation. Everything had gone perfectly, and best of all, he'd finished it in style! Lifting Christopher off the bed, he marched him into the bathroom.

"Squat down over the toilet," he instructed. "Don't sit; just squat."

Seeing no reason not to, Christopher did as the man said. He already felt like shit; this couldn't make it any worse.

For his part, Mr Price watched intently, licking his lips as his semen came rushing out into the toilet bowl. Taking a damp face-cloth, he quickly cleaned the boy up before towelling him dry. The skin to either side of the boy's anus was chafed bright red. Mr Price realised that if the boy was medically examined, it would be clear that he'd been penetrated. But he wasn't worried; he knew it wouldn't happen.

"You can get dressed now," he said coldly.

With his bottom still feeling like it was on fire, Christopher gingerly put on his underpants, pyjamas and dressing gown. He felt used and dirty; dirty in a way that meant he'd never be clean again.

"We'll have another session at the same time on Friday," Mr Price told him. "Don't forget, because I won't! Right! Off you go!"

Christopher gingerly made his way back to his dorm, taking very small steps to avoid making the burning sensation even worse. The room was in darkness. Not detecting any sound or movement from any of other boys, he got into bed and quietly cried himself to sleep.

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When Marcus found out the identity of the latest boy that his deputy had summoned for `extra tuition', he was alarmed. He'd had no problem with Mr Price's two previous recruits. Anthony Lockwood was one of the dullest boys he'd ever encountered. In Marcus's estimation, even if you started World War Three right next to the lad, he was unlikely to react. He had even less sympathy for Simon Rowe. The boy's irresponsible, neglectful parents deserved all the trouble the boy would undoubtedly cause them. They sent him to boarding school to palm him off onto someone else. They obviously didn't care about him.

Christopher Bennett was a very different matter. Almost scared of his own shadow, he quite often burst into tears of frustration when unable to do something that had been asked of him. How would a boy like that cope with the treatment that Mr Price would give him?

However, Marcus was reluctant to intervene. For a start, he had a prickly relationship with Ted Price, who was twelve years his senior. Mr Price had applied for the Headship when Marcus was appointed. The trustees hadn't appointed Mr Price, first because the parents' representatives found him aloof and dismissive, but more importantly because he wanted to take the school back to a bygone age, with lots more formal discipline. This was not what the trustees were looking for.

Although Marcus didn't consider himself to be a candidate for sainthood, he disliked the way in which Mr Price operated, selecting and raping some of the most vulnerable boys in the school. He could never treat a boy like that!

But there wasn't much he could do. In addition to Mr Price knowing as much about his activities as he knew about Mr Price's, overall, the man did an excellent job. A highly effective teacher of modern languages, he was also very good at dealing with the malcontents and would-be miscreants, effectively preventing them from disrupting the other boys' education. The school would not want to lose his services.

So, for the moment he would keep an eye on Christopher Bennett. If he observed the boy showing obvious signs of distress, he'd step in. If he didn't, he'd continue his usual practice of looking the other way.

Marcus also had another matter that was concerning him. Since their return to school, neither of his two assignations with Matthew Wainwright had gone the way he'd hoped. Although Matthew had gone along with what Marcus had asked of him, the boy had seemed rather uneasy.

Deciding that he'd need to work on it, over the following two weeks, Mr Johnstone praised and encouraged Matthew even more than usual, and gave him extra help in a couple of subjects where he was having problems.

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A few days before the October half-term, Marcus received a letter from the director of a youth orchestra that would be performing at a concert in early December at London's Wigmore Hall. He was asking that Matthew be allowed to take part. As well as the concert itself, which was on a Saturday afternoon, Matthew would be required for two days beforehand in order to rehearse.

When Matthew arrived at his room after supper, Marcus showed him the letter.

"I assume you knew about this?" he asked, smiling.

"Yes, sir. Mr Wheeldon said he'd write to you."

"And do you want to do it?"

"Oh, yes sir!" Matthew responded, barely able to contain his enthusiasm.

"Then I'd better write to Mr Wheeldon and tell him you have my permission." Marcus paused for a moment. "Of course, you realise you'll have work to catch up on when you get back?"

"Yes, sir. I promise I'll do it straightaway!"

"Well, if you need any help, just ask!"

"Thanks sir!" Matthew said, smiling appreciatively. "You're the best!"

Keen to strike while the iron was hot, Marcus guided the boy across to his bed. In less than a minute, they were both naked. As they lay together, Marcus ran his hand down the youngster's back and over his bottom.

"Just do what feels good," he whispered. "If it feels good to you, relax and make the most of it. And stop worrying!"

It made sense. With his thirteenth birthday just two weeks away, Matthew was becoming hornier by the day.

"Yes, sir!" he agreed.

With Matthew now totally in the mood, over the next fifteen minutes they enjoyed their most stimulating foreplay ever, with Matthew sucking his headmaster's cock without even being asked to do so. Eventually, he found himself on all-fours, enabling Mr Johnstone to lick him out and finger his bum-hole.

Almost before he knew it, the man was giving him a quite indescribable fuck. Within a couple of minutes, Matthew was right on the edge. However, being unable to touch his cock, he couldn't quite get there.

"Please sir!" he begged. "Play with my dick!"

"Just be patient," Mr Johnstone responded. "I've got plans for that!"

Barely half a minute later, Matthew heard the headmaster moaning and growling, and just a few seconds after that, he felt the man's warm, creamy spunk flooding into his bum.

Then it was over, and following a short pause, the man carefully withdrew. For a moment, Matthew was frustrated. Although his arse was full of the headmaster's semen, he hadn't cum!

"Now get up onto your knees and turn around!" the headmaster said calmly, moving back to kneel on the floor.

As Matthew turned to face the opposite way, Mr Johnstone plunged down on him, holding the boy around the hips and hungrily sucking his penis. With Matthew already being very close, it was over in seconds, little jets of tangy boy-juice squirting across the man's tongue and down his throat.

Matthew was elated. Shooting his spunk into the headmaster's mouth right after the man had fucked him had been his most intense experience yet. Mr Johnstone had been right, he concluded. He needed to stop worrying and just go with it.