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Little Choirboy
Liam
By
Andy Mann
Chapter Five
County Competitions- The First Stage- Day Two
A squeal. A
moan. Pain and pleasure. Two blonde heads kissing, licking, sucking my body. Cocks that ranged from the size of mine to that of a baby's arm and
as thick as a soda bottle. I tossed and turned in my sleep as my
subconscious worked its way through the events following my return to my hotel
room. My body shuddered as my dream turned to Jerome, the black guy,
impaling me on his huge, black cock, my mouth opening in a silent scream as
Carl, the judge, filled it with his own six inches of flesh. The dream
seemed so real that my bum still felt as though it was being shagged. As
my brain started to wake to the fact that my dream was no longer just that, I
opened my eyes to find myself face down on the bed, a cock ploughing my arse in
my sleep.
"Ah Jesus, he's still so fucking tight Jeremy," I heard Mr
Keagan groan, figuring out that it was my choirmaster enjoying my body.
"That's the beauty of a preteen arse, Jack," the Reverend
replied, his voice distant, so I guessed he must be in the bathroom. "If
they are looked after properly, they heal up quickly and get back to their
normal state."
"Well, we need to look after Liam then," Mr Keagan moaned,
as his thrusting got more urgent. "I can quite happily fuck this arse for
the next four years."
"FOUR YEARS?" I squeaked out, showing them that I was now
awake.
"Ah ha, he returns to the living," my choirmaster
chuckled. "Hold on, let me finish up."
He held me tightly as he humped into me a dozen or so more
times before groaning and shuddering. I guess he was filling my bum with
his spunk, something that I was getting used to now, I suppose. I felt a
hand softly stroke my blonde hair and looked up to see my Reverend standing in
his underwear, smiling down at me. As Mr Keagan pulled out of me and
rolled over on the bed, Reverend Jeremy slipped his hands underneath my chest
and raised me up to him. He hugged me to him.
"You were magnificent last night, Liam my sweet boy," he
cooed into my ear, causing a huge grin to spread across my face. "You
took Jerome's cock at the first time of asking, completely satisfied Carl,
which means that's two of the three judges in the bag, and the sight of you and
the twins had us all wanking until we covered you all in our juices."
"My bum hurts though," I complained, feeling a dull ache
inside me. "Can I not do anything today?"
"We'll have to see what happens and how good the competition
is," Mr Keagan replied, coming back out of the bathroom himself, having quickly
washed. "If it was based purely on singing, I know that you would have no
problem making it through to the final round of the county, but I know that
there are certain choirmasters here who will have trained their boys in all ways
possible to win votes."
"So we have to keep you firmly at the front of the minds of
the judges," Reverend Jeremy added.
"Okay, I guess," I sighed and allowed the holy man to lead
me to the bathroom. He opened the shower cubicle and motioned for me to
get inside, before slipping off his underwear and stepping in with me. I
thought that I was going to have to perform for him once again, not that I
minded with my Reverend, but I looked at him in surprise as we finished the
shower, him having washed and cleaned me.
"I've already shagged your bum this morning while you were
sleeping," he grinned at me. "Then Mr Keagan took his turn and you woke
up during it."
"Oh," I said, my head dropping slightly.
"What wrong, my child?" he asked, a
slight hint of worry in his tone.
"It's just, um, well," I took a deep breath. "I really
like it when it's me and you and I want to be awake when you do it to me."
"I'm flattered," Reverend Jeremy smiled at me. "I
didn't realise, but I will make sure that we are both awake whenever we enjoy
ourselves in the future."
"Okay, kewl!" I gushed.
I meant it as well. The Reverend
had been so nice to me over the four years since I'd joined the choir that I
wanted to make sure that I made him happy too.
He towelled me dry before leading me back into the bedroom
where Mr Keagan was holding my red cassock.
I slipped on a pair of grey, knee length socks and looked around for my
underwear, before being told that I was to go naked underneath the heavy cotton
material so that my body could be easily accessed if needed. Shrugging in the knowledge that I had to do
what they said, I allowed my choirmaster to help me into the cassock, feeling
his hands cup my bum once last time before buttoning up the back. The Reverend kept hold of the ruff, telling
me that I only needed to put it on before it was my turn to perform. This caused the men to set off in fits of
giggles as the double meaning hit me.
We made it to the same table as last night and ordered up a
full English breakfast. We were soon
joined by Mr Jackson and Tony, the thirteen year old
offering me a friendly smile. He too was
dressed in a cassock, although this one was a deep purple. I really liked the colour of it but I knew
that the Reverend was a stickler for tradition and believed that his choir
should be in red.
"So how's little Liam this morning?"
Mr Jackson asked, a broad smirk on his face.
"Fine, thank you," I replied. `I'd be better off if you keep your
disgusting hands and body away from me today!' I thought to myself.
"So did Doyle find him, ah, able to perform last night?" Mr
Keagan asked.
"Oh yes," Mr Jackson answered. "Doyle loved fucking his tight little arse,
and so did I, and Tony over there too his turn as well."
I blushed and hid my face in embarrassment as they continued
the quiet conversation concerning my ability to take cock. Mr Jackson's eyes widen in surprise, and then
in lust as he heard how Jerome had taken me the previous evening. I glanced across at Tony and saw him
fidgeting in his chair.
"What's wrong with you, boy?" Mr Jackson snapped at his
singer having noticed him squirming in his seat.
"All the talk about Liam has got me, um," the thirteen year
old stopped.
"Horny?" Reverend Jeremy chuckled, seeing Tony nod in reply.
"Maybe Liam could do something about that while we wait for
breakfast," Mr Keagan suggested. I
looked at him, concerned where he was going with this.
"You mean he could suck on one sausage before the other
sausages arrive on his plate?" Mr Jackson laughed, taking the opportunity to
rub my crotch with a hand he had slipped down the tablecloth. I groaned as the rough cotton dragged across
my cock. "Freeballing?"
"Of course he is," Mr Keagan replied. "Now Liam, drop your fork and get under the
table and go and give the poor boy some relief."
Sighing that the day hadn't even started properly and I was
about to suck my first cock, in a small show of rebellion, I dropped my
spoon. Sliding off my chair, I worked my
way underneath the table, blocked from anyone's view by the long tablecloth and
crawled my way over to Tony's legs. I
lifted up his cassock and felt his legs shiver as they touched the side of my
body as I worked my way up to his groin.
I placed my hands on either side of his boxers and he lifted himself off
the chair to allow me to pull them down so I could uncover his now erect
cock. Just like last night, it was fully
erect at around four inches, more than a mouthful for me and I peeled his
foreskin back gently. I leaned in and
gave his cock head a lick, which again brought about a shudder through the
teen's body. I felt the fabric of his
cassock on the sides of my head as he had worked his hands down to guide my
bobbing motion through his clothes. I
allowed him to control the blow job, as he humped himself gently into my mouth,
whilst pulling and pushing my head up and down his shaft. I let my tongue wander from side to side,
giving him extra sensations as my mouth sucked and slurped the pre-cum that was
leaking in plentiful bounty. I did think
about scraping my teeth every now and then, but decided that as he was nice to
me in the bathroom last night, I wanted to give him a good blow job so set
about bringing him off.
"Morning all," I heard a different voice at the table and
heard a couple of chairs scrape as people obviously sat down. However, with my head firmly undercover and
in the lap of the teen, I had no clue as to who it was.
"Morning Peter, David," I heard Mr Keagan reply. "Are you ready for the big day?"
"Yes, Mr Keagan," came David's answer. I remembered his cute freckled face and
wished that it was his cock I was sucking on.
I felt a foot connect with my side and I groaned slightly in pain. I heard a slight gasp but it didn't happen
again so I guess that it was just a random swing of a leg. I slurped and sucked harder, wanting to
finish the job on hand, so to speak and was soon rewarded with five shots of
warm spunk that slid down the back of my throat.
"Are you okay, Tony?" Peter asked and he received a squeaked
reply as the teen must have been coming down from his climax.
I wiped my mouth and scooted back over to my chair. Picking up my spoon, I made my way from under
the table. I noticed the surprised look
on Mr Simmons face and one of wide eyed wonder from David. I kept my eyes on the table as the waiters
bought round our breakfasts, which helped to deflect any questions about me
being under the table.
As we finished, we made our way into a holding room, talking
quietly about what hymns and songs we were going to perform. David was going to sing Pie Jesu and The Lord Is My Shepherd, while Tony was performing
Wings Of A Dove and Danny Boy. I was doing a mix of pop and choral with This
Is The Day that was performed at the recent Royal
Wedding of Prince William followed by The Choirboys' version of the Eric
Clapton song Tears In Heaven. We sat
chatting to other boys as the morning went on.
Very rarely did we see boys come back from the judges' room jumping with
joy. In fact, I'd guess that maybe only
one in twenty came out smiling. Others
were either in tears, being consoled by their choirmasters, or a few had a look
of relief on their faces.
I saw the two blonde haired twins from last night, but they
seemed as embarrassed as I was at recognising them. The knowledge that we had been intimate with
each others' bodies and had also watched on as each of us was taken anally and
orally by the men in the room preyed on my mind. To my horror I felt my little pricklet start
to get hard and I tried to will it away, but it wasn't playing fair. Tony was called in by the co-ordinator and
after we wished him luck, it was just David and myself
sat there. Our adult guardians were off
somewhere and I could feel the butterflies starting to flutter in my stomach as
I realised that sooner or later, it would be our turn to sing.
"So, um, Liam," David started, catching my eye despite the
fact he was also trying to avoid it.
"Yeah, what's up?" I replied.
"What you were doing earlier with Tony," he continued,
causing my face to flame red. "You do it
a lot?"
"I shouldn't really talk about it but this weekend I have,
yeah," I told him. "Doesn't Mr Simmons
make you do stuff with him?"
"NO!" he gasped. "You
mean Mr Keagan does?"
"Quiet!" I hissed, noticing a couple of other lads glance at
us due to the not so quiet remark from David.
"Sorry," the teen apologised. "It's just that, well, my older brother keeps
telling me about how his girlfriend sucks his dick and that it's the best thing
ever."
"It is nice," I admitted, perhaps by mistake as David seemed
to have an expression of wide-eyed disbelief permanently etched on his
face. "Haven't you messed around with
anyone?"
"Um, no," he replied quietly. "I'm not the most popular guy at school cos
of the choir. Girls sort of ignore me
for the sporty boys and well, if I asked a boy, I'd be called a fag."
"That's not a nice word," I told him. "But I know what you mean. I've not done anything with anyone without Mr
Keagan or the Reverend's permission."
"Reverend Jeremy does it as well?!" he cupped his hand over
his mouth to stop the squeak.
"Look, you can't tell anyone okay," I told him. "They don't force me or nothing with them,
but, um,"
"But you had to do stuff with Mr Jackson didn't you?" David
guessed at my pause.
"Yeah, he was gross but he's the cousin to a judge and I was
told that I wouldn't get his vote if I didn't," I sighed.
"That's wrong," the red head frowned. "My Mum says that you should have sex to
enjoy yourself, not as a favour to someone else."
"Maybe, but the Reverend told me that sometimes I'm the nice
thing that happens to other people," I replied.
I felt my bladder twinge as I saw the co-ordinator reappear and ask for
the two lads sat near us. "I need to go
pee," I told him. "If you want, come
with me and I'll give you a quick suck."
"Really?" he asked, his mouth dropping open. "You'd do that for me?"
Okay, okay, it wasn't an altruistic move on my behalf as I
had wanted to see him naked since we met yesterday evening, but I nodded yes to
make it look like I was doing him the favour.
We crossed the room to where one of the co-ordinators was sat and told
him we needed the toilet. He pointed us
in the general direction and we walked the short distance down the
corridor. I pushed the door open and saw
that we were the only ones in there.
"Come on," I said, taking his hand and leading him to a
cubicle. I shut the door behind us and
hotched up my cassock so I could relieve myself. I heard David giggle as he listened to my
splashing in the bowl. Shaking myself
dry, I let my robe drop and turned back to him.
"I don't want to get my cassock dirty kneeling on the floor, so why
don't you stand on the toilet?"
"Okay," he said, taking his position. He lifted his red cassock up, revealing a
pair of superman underwear. There was an
impressive looking bulge at the point of the `S' and I gave him a little rub,
gaining a groan in reward. I pulled them
down to his feet and looked at his goodies for the first time. He was sporting a very healthy erection,
easily bigger than Tony's, maybe even as big as Mr Jackson's. His balls were dangling beneath them and he
had a small patch of red pubes. I leaned
in and took him in my hand, giving it a couple of strokes, skinning back his
foreskin to expose his glands. It was
already leaking precum so I put my tongue out and started to lick around the
cockhead.
"Ah jeez, Liam," David moaned, as his legs gave a little
quiver.
"You like?" I giggled.
Not giving the teen time to reply, I sucked him back into my mouth. I was torn between wanting to give him a
long, enjoyable blow job, but was also conscious that we were in a public place
so I decided to try to bring him off as quickly as I could. I used all of my fledgling skills that were
improving very rapidly and hummed slightly as I worked my mouth up and down his
shaft. As this was obviously his first
time, it took less than a minute before he gave a strangled cry and I felt
warmth hit the back of my throat. Even
though I hadn't been doing this for that long, I was now getting experienced in
swallowing, sucking and breathing all at the same time and after four heavy
spurts, followed by a couple of dribbles, my sucking job was complete.
I pulled off his cock and glanced up and giggled at the
glazed expression on his freckled face.
I hotched my own cassock up and grasped my
little dick, which was fully proud at its two inches in length. I started to quickly jerk myself, needing a
release and closed my eyes, imagining that my Reverend was the one doing me. I felt my wrist gripped and opened my eyes.
"Let me do this," David said. "I'm not gonna suck you, but I don't mind
wanking you."
"Okay," I gulped a breath of air into my lungs as his soft
fingers encircled my hardness. He pumped
my dick, rubbing his thumb occasionally over the slit of my head causing me to
groan. I felt my toes start to curl and
my body lifted onto tiptoes as I shuddered with the climax that hit me. Of course I am still shooting blanks so I
knew I didn't need to warn the boy to watch out.
"That was way cool!" David announced as he watched my face
scrunch up before relaxing. I took a
gamble and leaned forward to kiss him on the lips, but was disappointed when he
pulled away. "Sorry Liam, but I'm not gay, you know."
"It's okay," I sighed, my hopes of a nice snog
disappearing. "I'm pleased I got to suck
you though."
"Why?" he asked, puzzled.
"Cos you're cute, even if you're not gay," I chuckled. "And you're a lot nicer than Mr Jackson."
"Did you really suck him and let him fuck you?" the teen
asked quietly.
"I guess so," I replied, my voice dropping in volume to a
near whisper.
"But, he's like old and fat," David said.
"I know, and I didn't like it, but like I said," I
paused. "If I didn't do what he said,
then his cousin would make sure I didn't get through."
"I still think it's wrong," he
repeated.
"LIAM? Are you in there?" I heard Mr Keagan's voice outside
the cubicle.
"Um, yes Mr Keagan," I replied, putting a finger on David's
lips. "I'm just having a poo."
"Well, hurry up as you're to go through in five minutes," my
choirmaster said.
I breathed a sigh of relief as I heard his footsteps start
to leave.
"By the way, tell David to make sure you've wiped your arse
properly, it may be needed later." His
laughter echoed in our ears as David flushed bright red at the knowledge we had
been caught.
"Come on, we may as well go back now," I told him.
"But they're gonna think I'm a fag or something," he whined.
"Don't use that word!" I hissed at him. "It's not nice!"
"Sorry," he apologised, but I got the feeling he was
mouthing the apology more than meaning it.
When we got back to the waiting room, I was immediately
escorted away from my new friend by Mr Keagan.
As he started to straighten my clothing and hair, and fix the ruff around my collar, I could see that he was keeping his
face neutral with me.
"What's wrong Mr Keagan?" I asked, fearful of his reply.
"Who gave you permission to go off with that boy?" he hissed
at me, gripping my arm tightly.
"Um, no-one did, sir," I replied, wincing as pain started to
filter into my brain from my thin bicep.
"I just needed the loo and we'd been talking . ."
"Talking about what?" he snapped.
"Um, well, you know," I stuttered.
"Listen to me very carefully," Mr Keagan said, his voice so
low that I could only just hear it, despite him pulling me forward so that his
mouth was right in my ear. "You are
never to tell anyone about what we do. Ever. Do I make myself clear?"
"Um, I guess so, sir," I replied, wanting him to let my arm
go.
"You guess so?" he whipped back. "If I ever find out that you have been
talking again, then you will lose everything.
Your chance at singing, your place in the choir, and
the ability for you to ever be able to shoot spunk out of your balls." He backed that up by gripping me tightly,
causing me to squeak. "You'll be singing
soprano for the rest of your life!"
"Okay, okay," I begged.
"I promise I'll never tell anyone again."
"And you are never to go off with anyone that we haven't
told you too," my choirmaster told me.
"You are a special boy, someone who Reverend Jeremy and I decide who
gets to play around with you."
"I promise!" Tears were leaking from eyes, not just from the
pain in my arm, but the fact that I had seen Reverend Jeremy approaching me
with a reproachful look on his face.
"Now then, Jack," the Reverend said, his eyes finding mine,
despite my attempts to hide them. "I'm
sure that Liam understands fully what is expected of him, don't you my son?"
"Yes Reverend," I quivered, upset that I had seemingly
betrayed their trust and confidence in me.
After all, they wanted to help me become a successful singer and I
wasn't doing what they asked of me.
"Now let's wipe those tears," he said, taking a handkerchief
from his pocket and letting me blow my nose into it. He gave me a soft pat on my head and a
squeeze on my shoulder as my name was suddenly called out. I looked over and saw a smiling Tony walking
out of the judging area, although Mr Jackson was scowling like no
tomorrow. I heard him tell David that he
had not made it through and was therefore going home straight after the evening
meal. I sighed in relief myself as the
prospect of having to be with the sweaty fat man had been playing on my mind.
"Good luck Liam," Tony said to me as I passed him. "Go knock
`em dead."
"Thanks Tony," I answered.
"I'll keep in touch."
I entered the judging arena with around twenty other boys
and our respective choirmasters or adult guardians. There was a small stage set up facing a table
where the three judges were sat. Behind
the judges were enough chairs for the rest of us to sit down. I guess that we were going to have to sing in
front of an audience to give it more of a real stage situation. It didn't worry me as I was used to singing
my solos in front of our congregation which was normally around the hundred
people mark. I took my seat in between
Reverend Jeremy and Mr Keagan and started to run through the words to my two
songs in my head. I listened as each boy
was called up to perform their two songs, and my confidence started to soar as
I heard croaky voices warbling, shy quiet voices barely making it to the judges
tables and one lad just burst into tears when he forgot the third verse to O
Holy Night! Finally my name was called
and after taking a sip of water from the bottle that Mr Keagan had bought in
with him, I stepped up onto the stage.
"Okay then Liam, what are you singing for us?" Carl asked
me, smiling a broad smile as I looked at him.
"My first song is This Is The Day,"
I replied politely, flashing my perfect teeth at the three men.
"I like that one," Doyle said. "I'm sure you're going to do great."
"Thank you sir," I dripped honey into my voice, and grinned
to myself as I saw the man squirm slightly in his seat as he dropped a hand
underneath the table.
"Off you go then," the third man said. I didn't recognise him, but he looked a lot
nicer than the other two judges. He was
fairly young, well, younger than the other two pervs anyway. I
started to wonder if I was going to be servicing him tonight as a thank you if
he gave me a yes vote. The music started
and I sang the song note perfect.
This is the day, the day which the Lord has made
We will rejoice and
be glad in it
This is the day, the
day which the Lord has made
We will rejoice and
be glad in it
This is the day
O praise the Lord of Heaven
Praise him in the
highest,
Praise him all ye
angels of his
Praise him all ye
souls
Praise him sun and
moon
Praise him all ye
stars of light
Let them praise the
name of the Lord
For he shall give his angels charge over thee
To keep thee in all
thy ways
To keep thee in all
thy ways
To keep thee in all
thy ways
The Lord himself is
my keeper
The Lord is my defense upon my right hand
So that the sun shall
not hurt thee by day
Neither the moon by
night
The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil
Yeah, it is even he
that shall keep thy soul
The Lord shall
preserve thy going out and thy coming in
From this I know
From this I know
From this I know
forever more
He shall defend thee
He shall defend thee
He shall defend thee
under his wings
He shall defend thee
He shall defend thee
He shall defend thee
under his wings
Be strong
And He shall comfort thine heart
Shall comfort thine heart
And who shall I trust?
I trust in the Lord
Whose power I trust
in, the Lord,
In the Lord
(by John Rutter)
As I finished, I received a fair round of applause from the
watching audience. I looked at the three
judges and they were smiling, which must be good surely?
"And your second song is?" the still unnamed judge asked me.
"Tears From Heaven, sir," I replied
respectfully.
"I definitely like that one, especially when those three
lads sang it so beautifully," Doyle commented.
"Well, Liam has his chance to match them now doesn't he?"
Carl added.
Knowing that the pressure was now on, I waited for those
first haunting notes before starting to sing.
Would you know my name
If
I saw you in heaven?
Would it be the same
If
I saw you in heaven?
I must be strong
And carry on
'Cause I know I don't
belong
Here in heaven
Would you hold my hand
If
I saw you in heaven?
Would you help me stand
If
I saw you in heaven?
I'll find my way
Through night and day
'Cause I know I just
can't stay
Here in heaven
Time can bring you down
Time can bend your
knees
Time can break your
heart
Have you begging
please
Begging please
Beyond the door
There's peace I'm
sure
And I know there'll
be no more
Tears in heaven
(by Eric Clapton)
This time, as my final word drifted to silence, there was a
deafening quiet in the room. Had I
messed up somewhere? I didn't think
so. I'd practiced it so
hard as it is one of my favourite songs of all time. My fears were unfounded as after a few
moments, the whole room was on its feet, including the three judges. My own tears started to trickle as they told
me that I had exceeded the emotion put into the song by The Choirboys and that
if Mr Clapton was in the room, he was be in pieces himself. I thanked them for their comments, twice, and
after receiving three `very big yeses' I left the stage to be engulfed in a hug
by first Mr Keagan and then the Reverend.
"I told you he was something special," Mr Keagan gushed as
Doyle came over to shake his hand and pat me on the head like a little puppy.
"He is indeed," replied the judge. "Even if I hadn't fucked his little arse, I
think I'd still be putting him through."
They both laughed at the comment, making me blush in
embarrassment that they are happy to talk about me like that.
"So do I get a private rendition later, Liam?" he asked me.
I ducked my head, not wanting to have to spend any more time
with him, but the Reverend came to my rescue.
"I'm afraid not Doyle," Reverend Jeremy told him. "Liam's a little worn out after last night's
performances and with the stress of today on top, I think he will need to rest
before the final tomorrow."
"Oh that's a shame," the pervie
judge replied. "Just promise me that I
get to sample him before you leave tomorrow."
"I promise you that if Liam is in the top three and
qualifies for the Regionals," Mr Keagan started. "He will be in your room for the winner's
party."
"Excellent," Doyle smiled.
"I'll go and tell Carl. I don't
think we need to pressurize Adam at all as he was enraptured by your voice and
looks."
"Will he be there as well?" I asked, finding my voice
amongst the men who were planning the next abuse of my body.
"Who? Adam?" Doyle queried. Seeing the nod of my head, he continued. "Alas no. He doesn't fully appreciate a boy's beauty to
the extent that Carl and I do."
"You mean he's straight as a dime, has a wife with three
daughters and is actually in the business for the sake of the business," Mr
Keagan laughed.
"Yes, exactly," Doyle answered. "There's always some
weird ones that slip through the net."
With a ruffle of my hair, followed by a stroke of my cheek,
the judge left us and we departed the room.
I wanted to go and tell David how I'd done but I was being led away by
the Reverend so I just waved at him across the waiting room and gave him a thumbs up. I saw
him break into a huge smile and gave me an `ok' sign back. My two adult guardians ushered me down a
corridor and we waited outside the elevator entrance while it made its way down
from the fifth floor. The door pinged
opened and we stepped into the empty life.
"Well, I think you made quite the impression there, Liam,"
Reverend Jeremy said.
"Really?" I gushed. Gushed? "Did they really like my singing?"
"Amongst other things," muttered Mr Keagan. "I think that Doyle definitely enjoyed his
private time with you, as I've never seen him approach a group with his hard on
so plainly visible."
"I, um, don't have to do anything with him again do I?" I
have whined, half pleaded. "I don't like
him."
"I told you before Liam," Reverend Jeremy started, before in
a fit of rebellion I cut him off.
"Yeah, I know, I'm the good thing that happens to others," I
snapped. "Well, what about a good thing
for me?"
"Don't you take that tone of voice with us, young man!" Mr Keagan whipped back at me, grabbing my shoulders to
face him. As he did, the door pinged and
opened and he took hold of my arm and marched me to our room.
"I'm sorry, Mr Keagan," I started, catching a breath in my
voice as he tightened his grip on me. "I
didn't mean it."
"I think you did," my choirmaster replied and swiped us in
to our room, pushing me inside. "Strip."
"Pardon?" I asked, stunned at his
complete change of demeanour towards me.
"I said get yourself out of that cassock," he said slowly,
as if I was a naughty four year old. "NOW!"
I didn't hesitate and tried to get my buttons undone, but as
always started to struggle when I couldn't reach the ones at the top.
"Get out of those clothes NOW!" Mr Keagan fairly yelled at
me.
I tugged at the button, tears now flowing down my cheeks in
fear of what would happen if I didn't do as he asked. Reverend Jeremy came to my rescue, at least
in terms of taking off my cassock, as he undid the top two buttons, allowing it
to fall to the floor, leaving me standing naked apart from my grey socks that
had sagged to my ankles. I watched as Mr
Keagan took a seat on the end of one of the beds, his legs only slightly
apart. He'd made no effort to undo
anything so I started to wonder what he had in mind for me.
"Come here boy," he commanded me, anger still evident in his
tone.
I walked slowly towards him, my limp inch moving with each
slow step that I made. As I got within
arm's reach of my choirmaster, his hand shot out quickly to grab me and before
I knew it, I was face down, across his lap with my backside face up. I yelped and cried out in pain as for the
first time in my life, I was spanked.
Not only spanked, but spanked on my naked rear end. I cried as hard smack after hard smack was laid
on my butt cheeks, cheeks that I'm sure were turning redder and redder with
each connecting blow. I struggled and
squirmed to get off Mr Keagan's lap, to escape, but his strength held me down. Finally he ended my punishment and released
his grip and I rolled off his lap and fell onto the hotel room floor. Sobbing, I tried to stand up but my legs
wouldn't work properly so I crawled my way to the safety of the bathroom and
shut the door behind me.
I heaved deep breaths as sobs wracked my body. The bathroom floor was tiled so I gingerly
rolled onto my backside to let the coldness of the ceramic to help soothe my
burning backside. I heard raised voices
through the wall but couldn't quite hear what was being said. A slam of a door, and then
a quiet knock at the bathroom door.