Falconsmere:
The Chosen Ones
by
Pink Panther
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Chapter Four
Four
weeks into term, Christopher still hated what Mr Price did to him. It was
disgusting and humiliating. But he'd learned an
important lesson. Staying calm and relaxing as much as he could made it far
less painful. Most important of all, he'd learned not
to cry. It seemed that hearing him cry made the deputy head even more sadistic.
At
first, he'd found it really hard, but by this point,
it was starting to work. A key element in this was that he now knew what to
expect, so he was no longer scared the way he'd been
the first time. The other thing was that it never lasted more than two minutes.
Although he still didn't like it, he could get through
it.
In
between his encounters with Mr Price, he tried not to think about it. He was in
a battle for survival, and this seemed to be the best way to achieve it.
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On
the boys' return from their half term break, Marcus was pleased to observe that
Christopher Bennett had not reacted to Mr Price's abuse as badly as he'd feared. Showing considerably more resilience than he
ever had previously, he seemed to have developed the ability to blank it out.
With
everything now safely on course, Marcus could turn his attention to finding a
couple of suitable boys in their penultimate year; ones that he could gradually
seduce into performing the same sexual favours for him that Peter and Matthew
currently provided. He liked this system because it allowed him plenty of time.
He was never without a boy, nor was he ever in a hurry to find one.
One
obvious candidate was James Ashcombe. With regular, boyish features,
medium-length light brown hair and soulful brown eyes, James was very
nice-looking. On the slim side of athletic, the boy already had a beautiful
body, which over the next couple of years Marcus was sure would get even
better.
James
was also a very keen rugby player. Already a member of the school team, he'd let it be known that he hoped to be given the position
of team captain when he entered his final year. As Marcus coached the rugby
team, when the time came, it would be totally his decision whom he named as
captain.
There
was only one negative. Since being appointed as headmaster, Marcus had quietly
encouraged the older boys to take a quite uninhibited attitude towards sex. However,
there were two important provisos.
First
of all, they had to be discreet. There were to be no
orgies and they were not allowed to have sex where anyone walking past could
see them. Second, and far more important, they mustn't
try to coerce anyone, especially younger boys, to do anything they didn't want
to. As long as they stayed within these rules, boys willingly
having sex with each other simply wasn't an issue.
At
this point, James had not shown any inclination to take advantage of this
provision. But there was plenty of time, Marcus told himself. In the meantime,
he would set the ball rolling by inviting James to his room so that they could
watch coaching films and films of classic matches, before discussing them
afterwards. Marcus felt confident that he could use that opportunity to quietly
induce the boy to do what he wanted.
But
who else would he pick? The answer was not hard to find. Daniel Fisher – known
to everyone as Danny – was an outstanding gymnast, a budding actor and
something of a show-off. With blue eyes, an unruly mop of fair curls and the
face of a mischievous angel, he was a boy-lover's dream.
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A
couple of days later, he put his plan into operation. With his bubbly
personality, Danny seemed to revel in the headmaster's attention, talking
enthusiastically about acting, gymnastics and performing in front of an
audience.
Marcus
soon found out that Danny was not at all shy about being touched. When he put
his arm around the boy's shoulder, Danny snuggled right up to him. Neither did the
boy have a problem with having Mr Johnstone's hand on his thigh, casually
opening his legs to give the headmaster better access.
Despite
this encouragement, Marcus resisted the temptation to rush things. After all,
he was in no hurry, so he'd take his time, just as
he'd planned to do. The last thing he wanted was to frighten the boy away by
trying to move things on too quickly. He actually preferred
it this way. Taking things one step at a time made him feel as though he was
having to work for his prize.
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As
James had been in the rugby training squad for the past year, Marcus already
knew him quite well. In addition to being strong, agile and fairly quick, the
lad's kicking and ball-handling skills were well above average for an eleven-year old. While he still had plenty to work on, he
had a very good basis.
On
top of that, his efforts in training were exemplary, and when they were playing
a match, his commitment was never less than total. As a result, he had already
won the respect of the other boys in the team, which would stand him in good
stead if Marcus did give him the captaincy.
Taking
him to his room to watch a coaching film, Marcus soon discovered that James
already knew quite a bit about the game, and could talk about it intelligently.
With the boy showing all the attributes that a potential team captain would
need, Marcus decided that it was time to test the waters.
Reaching
across, he placed his hand on the boy's shoulder. Although James made no
attempt to stop him, he stiffened up alarmingly. Marcus could tell immediately
that the boy was very wary of this type of attention.
Marcus
might have given up on the idea of seducing the boy right then, but with time
on his side and the lure of the team captaincy still in his pocket, he was
unwilling to let the idea go. Instead, he decided to continue with his plan for
a while longer, and see if he could turn things in his favour.
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A
couple of days later, Marcus was sitting on his sofa alongside Danny Fisher, chatting
about this and that. Very subtly, he placed his hand on the youngster's thigh.
Then, as Danny moved closer, he began a gentle massage.
"Does
that feel nice?" he whispered, smiling.
"Yes,
sir!"
"Would
you like to feel something even nicer?"
"Yes
please, sir!"
Marcus
gently slid his hand over the front of the eleven-year old's shorts. After unfastening
the clip, he slowly opened them. He then placed his hands inside the waistband
and began to ease them off the boy's hips, Danny lifting his bum slightly to
allow them to slip down to just above his knees. After barely a moment's pause,
they repeated the operation with Danny's skimpy white briefs.
"Pull
your shirt up!" Marcus said quietly.
Obediently,
Danny complied, raising the bottom of his white school shirt to expose a slim
8cm erection, the boy's foreskin completely covering the tip, a pair of
marble-sized balls, still tight in their sac, immediately below.
Marcus
sucked in air. Danny's penis looked delicious! Leaning over to rest his head on
the boy's stomach, he took it into his mouth, revelling in its hard, silky
smoothness. He sucked it slowly and lovingly, slipping his hand between Danny's
legs to stroke the youngster's perineum.
"Oooh, sir!" Danny gasped breathlessly. "That feels
fantastic!"
"I
knew you'd like it!" Marcus responded, smiling as he let the swollen object
slip from between his lips. "Would you like to feel mine?"
"May
I, sir?"
"Of
course!"
Undoing
the headmaster's fly, Danny quickly extracted the man's erect penis.
"Wow,
it's big, isn't it sir?" he commented, running his hand up and down its length.
"Big
enough," Marcus responded, reflecting that at 16cm (6.4") and of only moderate
girth, he wouldn't have wanted it to be any bigger.
Penetrating preteen boys' bottoms was quite a challenge as it was.
He
thought about asking Danny if he'd like to suck it,
but decided not to. He'd leave that for another day. A
few minutes later, he sent the boy happily on his way. Having made far more
progress than he'd expected, he was delighted. As long as he remained patient, completing the boy's
initiation would be easy.
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Sitting
together on the headmaster's sofa, Marcus was discussing the rugby coaching
film that they'd just watched with would-be protégé
James Ashcombe. Exactly as he had on the boy's previous visit, Marcus wrapped
his arm around the youngster's back before placing his hand on James's
shoulder. As before, James immediately stiffened up.
"Just
relax!" Marcus urged quietly. "I'm not going to hurt you!"
Although
James tried to comply, he found it difficult.
"I
understand you're hoping to be team captain next year," Marcus said, smiling
warmly.
"Yes
sir," James confirmed.
For
a couple of seconds, Marcus remained silent, his eyes firmly locked onto
James's.
"Excellent!"
he said finally. "Keep working at it. I'm sure you can
get there!"
James
understood the implications perfectly. From the moment Mr Johnstone touched
him, he knew that the headmaster wanted to `do things' with him, sexy things
that would go way beyond just putting a hand on his shoulder.
For
more than a year, James had harboured the ambition to be made captain of the
school rugby team. It meant more to him than anything. But listening to what
the headmaster had just said, and noticing the way the man had looked right
into his eyes, he now understood something else. With Mr Johnstone coaching the
rugby team, if he was going to achieve his ambition, he'd
have to be willing to go along with what the man wanted.
He
was confused and horrified. What made the situation worse was that his parents
thought that Mr Johnstone was wonderful. As far as he knew, everybody did. As a
result, there was nobody he could talk to. He was completely on his own;
isolated in a way that he just wasn't used to.
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On
James's next visit, Mr Johnstone's hand strayed onto his thigh and began a
gentle massage. Holding his reactions in check, James simply allowed him to get
on with it.
"Good
boy!" Mr Johnstone purred. "Just relax and go with it. Nothing bad's going to
happen!"
James
was more confused than ever. The headmaster definitely wasn't
hurting him; what he was doing actually felt quite pleasant. But it was wrong,
wasn't it? And although he didn't know what else Mr
Johnstone would want to do, he was sure that matters wouldn't stop there.
James
had known for a while that some of the boys did sexy stuff with each other, but
as it hadn't been something he'd wanted to try, he'd
just ignored it. In any case, that was different.
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Two
weeks on, Marcus was becoming frustrated. While Danny was an absolute delight, eagerly
embracing in each new experience that the headmaster gave him, making progress
with James was proving to be far more difficult than he'd
expected. It was, he decided, time to roll the dice.
Dressed
in a rugby shirt and tracksuit bottoms, as he often was when not on duty, he
and James had just watched the highlights of a classic England vs Wales
encounter. Still sitting on his sofa, Marcus reached across and began gently
stroking the boy's right thigh.
As
James had become accustomed to this treatment, he didn't
pay it much attention. Then right out of the blue, Mr Johnstone undid his
shorts. Before he had chance to react, both his shorts and underpants were
around his thighs, and the headmaster was fondling his penis. And as if that wasn't confusing enough, within a matter of seconds, he'd
got a raging hard-on.
Licking
his lips, Marcus admired his prize. At around 10cm long and with its pee-hole
clearly visible, James's prick was both longer and thicker than Danny Fisher's,
just as he'd expected. With James having turned twelve
only a few days earlier, Marcus thought it unlikely that he'd
be able to cum, but he clearly wasn't far off.
"You've
got a beautiful cock!" he purred.
Unable
to resist the temptation, he quickly twisted himself around. With his head
resting on James's stomach, he devoured the youngster's penis, sucking it eagerly.
James's
brain almost exploded. He'd heard one of the older
boys talk about blow-jobs and how incredible they were. Deciding that the individual
concerned was probably making it up, he hadn't taken
much notice. But he'd been right, James now realised;
having his cock sucked was the most exciting feeling he'd ever experienced,
especially when Mr Johnstone also began stroking the skin immediately behind
his balls. There was only problem: he still couldn't
shake off the idea that they shouldn't be doing it.
Fuelled
by lust, Marcus threw caution to the winds. Sitting up, he quickly pulled off
his rugby shirt and lowered his tracksuit bottoms, fully exposing his private
parts.
"Wank
me off!" he gasped. "Please!" he added, looking longingly at James.
Inexperienced
though he was, James knew what he was being asked to do. Unable to think of any
other choice, he wrapped his hand around Mr Johnstone's penis and began
stroking it rhythmically, just as he'd learned to do
with his own.
With
Marcus already steamed up, James's touch could not have been better. After no
more than twenty seconds, the man's penis jerked powerfully, ropes of gooey
white fluid spurting out and splattering over his chest and stomach.
Having
never seen spunk before, James was awestruck, amazed to see that the headmaster
had even got some on his face!
"Wow!"
Marcus breathed. "I'll be back in a minute!"
Getting
to his feet, he hurried to the bathroom. After cleaning himself up, he returned
with his tracksuit bottoms pulled back up and quickly donned his rugby shirt.
"You
were wonderful!" he enthused, smiling at the still shell-shocked James. "I know
that was a big step for you," he added quietly, squatting down so he could look
directly into the twelve-year old's eyes, "so thank you for helping me out."
James
was more confused than ever. What Mr Johnstone had just done wasn't
right; he knew that. But now that the man had spoken to him so calmly and
gently, he simply couldn't be angry with him.
But
what was he going to do? Would he just play along and do what Mr Johnstone
wanted, or should he refuse, and risk the headmaster giving the rugby team
captaincy to someone else?
After giving it some thought, James
realised that his only realistic choice was to go along with what Mr Johnstone
wanted. After all the work he'd put in, he wasn't
willing to risk the headmaster giving the captaincy of the rugby team to
someone else.
In any case, the man hadn't hurt him. Of course, he didn't
know what else might be in store for him, but as Mr Johnstone had promised that
nothing bad was going to happen, he felt confident that there really wasn't
anything to worry about.