Date: Tue, 14 Apr 2009 02:34:59 -0700 (PDT) From: Ami Subject: Brief encounters Chap 19 Brief Encounters - the ever continuing saga... eekkk! First the mandatory warnings and disclaimers - basically don't read this if the naughty sexual exploits of young teenage schoolboys do not appeal. The characters depicted are fictional and not intentionally based upon any one person... although, if you do suddenly find yourself in the middle of the story just think how lucky you are! This is ostensibly a work of fiction, albeit with a few memories from my own school days plus some of the many invariably unspoken fantasies which I and my "best friends" would only ever rarely admit or allude to when we were at that very special, trusting and certainly innocent age. Today, it's very hard to imagine what it was like without the internet to immediately help conjure up fantasies based on images, webcams, stories or chat. Our sex lives were entirely dependant upon a very fervent imagination and thus being able to create our own fantasies usually based on friends and what we saw happening beneath the desk or in the changing rooms! I make no excuses for the fact that underwear features prominently in this story, because quite frankly it did, it was a very visible and tangible connection between us and our ever developing fascination with sex! It's important to remember that other than the very rare sexual extrovert, we never dared mention the subject because we were just too embarrassed and nobody understood what was happening to us anyway! You might call it a story about the age of discovery - usually in bed - or if you shared a bedroom with a brother, then discovery would be in the bathroom! Do note, at the time of writing the story itself is not finished and for better or worse, it has now turned into a work of some length but I will regularly post updates and there are more than enough pages written to keep it going! Nifty require a text file so if the formatting or punctuation go slightly up the creek you now know why! And, also during the writing for various reason I have had to change character names, so I hope for continuity they are now correct! Finally, I hope you enjoy it and please, please do let me have any comments or suggestions and for some of you I it might even jog a memory or two, three if you are lucky... I would be intrigued to learn! Tom email: amias05@yahoo.com ******************************************************************* Message time. Well this it! It's the cliffhanger(ish) sequel to chapter 17. Some have tried to guess it, but when you read it you will see why nobody got it right - it is, what you might call (very) imaginative writing! I have to say I am a little hazey as to why I wrote this chapter, it certainly wasn't planned as nasty happenings to little boys were never intended in this story. I think Tom, Alex and Simon will just have to look back on it as part of growing up! ******************************************************************* Chapter 19 -- Retribution No reply. The door slamming had shocked the boys to the core. Silence. "Well, you dirty little bastards! What are you doing in here? Bloody hell you filthy little sods!" Laboured breathing and still silence. "You... you, disgusting little boy. Why have got your fingers up your ass?" "Me?" croaked Simon scared out of his wits. He looked down it was true. Shaking he withdrew them. "Yes you, why? Do you other boys have your fingers up your ass's as well? "No.. umm no... Sir.." muttered Alex after a short pause. "Speak up and you, you filthy child did I say you could take them out?" "No... no sir," Simon was now barely audible. "Well put them back then! And speak up!" "Uummmm must I?" "Yes... do it! Don't argue. Now, I know you, don't I? What's your name?" "Simon.. Sir." Tears formed in his eyes as he struggled to reinsert his shaking fingers back into Tom. He managed just one. "That's better and don't take it out! And, don't call me Sir." "Yes Sir... I'm sorry Sir ... it's not Sir...oh sorry Sir, is it Sir?" "You bloody idiot!" "Yes Sir.. sorry Sir... I mean.." "Don't you have a horrible brother at this school, he's older isn't he? Wot's his name?" "Arthur... " "Arthur who? King Arthur?" "Weldon..." stuttered Simon. "Him! Art bloody Weldon eh? I thought so. I know him, he's a dirty fucker like you isn't he? Does he play with his ass as well?" "Yes Sir!" Simon answered immediately, more out of total fear than anything. Tom and Alex noted the anal snippet! "How d'you know? D'you do it with him?" "Uummm... I don't know.. Sir." Simon's blinked his eyes to clear away the tears. "Then how d'you know... you must know how... do you play with his ass?" "No Sir!" "Don't call me Sir!" "No Sir." he sniffed. The tears started to run down his face. "Then how d'you know?" "I've seen him Sir..." Simon blurted out in between sniffs. "Where! Where does he play with his ass?" "In his... in..." Simon was now totally crushed by the aggressive questioning, "in his bedroom... Sir." Tears started to run down his cheeks and dripped onto his naked stomach. Shaun Bates smiled to himself. A first class bully. Short and fat with a propensity for young boys. Something of a minor deviant and lately a frequent visitor to the public toilets in the park where he was rapidly gaining a minor reputation as a very willing slut. Not particularly nice to know either sexually or personally and in this, his last school year he was without proving doubt to be the nastiest boy in the school. He really had little to lose and was most certainly not the model Senior Prefect he pretended to be. But what a find! An isolated store room with three second-year boys caught literally playing with each other with their trousers down. He knew only too well that they would be far too scared to report anything because of the circumstances under which they were apprehended. Anyway, who would believe them against the word of a respected Prefect. He could already foresee his control over these boys for some time to come. However, having stamped his authority on the most vulnerable looking boy, it was now time to focus his attention on another and let the first recover a little. Ignoring Simon's whimpering he turned to Tom. "And you... in that disgusting piss stained underwear... is this wot you normally wear to school?" he scratched the end of his rapidly hardening prick through his trouser pocket. This was very exciting. "Me?" asked Tom meekly, turning to look him full in the face. Not the most handsome boy by any means, Bates' hadn't started shaving yet and had a sort of very visible dark bum-fluff growth around his top lip which seemed to match his greasy, lank dark hair. A diet of fast food and fizzy drinks all helped contribute to the number of spots on his bloated face and the yellow of his teeth. "I don't see anybody else do you?" Bates retorted sharply. "No Sir." said Tom looking rather worried. If only he was wearing his own clothes it was so humiliating being there in the used underwear with Simon's finger up his bum! "Don't call me Sir you little prick." Tom went silent and thought for a few seconds. He was not normally known to be very brave and he didn't want to be reduced to tears as Simon had been, but surely their situation could not get much worse if he made a stand. "So if I don't call you Sir, who are you?" Bates' spotty face momentarily flushed with anger. They didn't know who he was! He grabbed at his blazer lapel, thrust it right into Tom's face and pointed a well bitten fingernail at the shield shaped red and gold badge which said `Senior Prefect'. "You stupid little prick, I'm Shaun Bates." Simon gulped. So this was the Prefect who had tormented the life out of his bother the year before, he didn't know what it had been about as all Art would ever say was to avoid Bates at all costs. The name also rang warning bells with Alex and Tom, they managed a quick glance at each other equally scared. So this was the notorious Bates, Tom's courage was rapidly evaporating. "So what were you supposed to be doing in here?" Bates demanded, trying to ascertain if his new found, but unwilling, sexual playmates were in the room legitimately. "I bumped into Miss Jameson and she asked me to check on you." "We was tiding it up for her." volunteered Tom rather unenthusiastically. "Looks to me more like you were fucking each other!" said Bates fixing his gaze on Simon, quite fascinated that Simon still had a finger up Tom's own bum! That did it, Simon started sniffing as a prelude to the flood of tears that were gathering in his eyes. "Shut up and stop that!" snapped Bates. "Mmuuummm.." responded Simon, cracking under the strain, I want my mum!" "Fuck you and your mummy, just shut up!" Tears started to rapidly run down Simon's face. Bates slowly looked at the boys in turn, time for some fun. His hand continued to squeeze his hardening cock though his pocket. Another spot of precum oozed out of the end of his large foreskin to join the other numerous stains on his dirty white briefs. "So... as a Senior Prefect, I really should be telling the headmaster all about this shouldn't I?" he continued rubbing it in, "It's my duty... don't you agree? Finding a room full of little boys all undressed with their fingers up their bums?" There was sharp intake of breath, Simon managed to stifle another sob. "Well should I?" Bates demanded. He was playing a blinder. "Please... no... no... please!" It was Alex, he hadn't said anything so far but plainly his nerves were reaching breaking point. "So.. what should I do?" repeated Bates looking straight at Alex. "Ummmm... I... we... we''ll do anything... but not the headmaster... please... please." "I really think he ought to be told. I mean just look at you all. Of course he would have to write to your parents and explain exactly what you were caught doing to each other!" "No... no.. please... don't tell him... please... no don't do that ... we'll do anything!" This time it was Tom who was making the offer that Bates was so eagerly waiting to hear. "And, of course you'd probably be expelled... maybe even tell the police!" "No ... no... no... oh noo..." Simon finally burst into audible tears. "But, you obviously like with other boys bums... don't you?" he said staring at Simon. Simon was now incapable of answering. "Ummmmm... I don't know!" This time it was Alex, "Sort of... but..." "I should tell the head. I can't mess about any longer with you lot.." Bates made as if to make a move for the door. "NO! NO! Please... no... we'll do anything... anything... please!" Alex stood up his flaccid cock on full display, his briefs around his knees. Bate's looked and smiled to himself. The way things were going it wouldn't be long before he had hold of it. "Please sir, No! we do anything... please don't tell... please..." Tom joined in. Just the thought of his parents being written to was too much to contemplate. "Hmmmm... Well... I don't know, I ought to really." Bates' looked down at the three boys, he had already reduced one to tears and the other two now looked pretty close. He was making excellent progress. "No... please... anything!" It was Alex again and now very nervously playing with his fingers. "Hmmm... well, alright, but... hhhhmmmmmm..." Bates had them hooked. He left a long pause and finally added, "On condition..." "Anything, we agree.." Tom and Alex were virtually in unison, "You won't tell the head will you...please!" "Well, in return seeing as you like playing with each other so much," Bates continued slowly, "I want you to play with me..." "I don't understand." said Tom naively and sounding somewhat confused. "How?" "It's quite simple... wot's yer name?" "Tom." "Well Tom, now wot's yer mates name, him at the back with the little prick and baggy pants!" "That's Alex." replied Tom looking over to Alex who was still looking absolutely petrified at the though of his parents being told. "So you see Tom, all you gotta do is just what you were doing to Alex..." "Yeah and...uummm..." said Tom without really thinking what was actually required of him. "So come over here now," Bates' indicated a spot just in front of him, "just as you are with them pissy undies and then yer two mates can finger each other in front to entertain us while you attend to me. Got it?" "Wot? Attend to me? Wot you mean?" Tom had still not realised what he was to do. Alex had though. With a croaky voice he turned to "Tom... I think he means you gotta suck his prick!" "You got it! Clever boy." Bates grinned displaying his yellow teeth, "Right now, I'm in the mood!" Tom looked horrified and dragged himself into position in front of Bates bulging trousers. The unmistakable manipulations through the trouser pockets were very obviously intensifying as the time went by. Bates looked with nothing but sheer lust at the delicious sight of Tom in the badly fitting, piss stained vest and briefs. Inside the dirty briefs his prick twitched and deposited yet more precum in anticipation. Anticipation that one day, since he now had absolute control over the boy, that he might get to bugger him properly. But of course for the time being that was pure fantasy and something to wank over later. In fact it was just as the older men in park currently did with him. With a certain amount of cajoling Bates finally got Simon and Alex to start to perform a sort of lewd cabaret whereby Simon lay on the floor with Alex on all fours above him. Bates gave precise instructions as to how they were to suck each others cocks and to finger each others bum holes to provide Bates with the added stimulus for what he hoped would be a really good blow job from Tom. The problem was of course that since it was all was being carried out under extreme duress, none of his victims were feeling particularly randy. Other than some half-hearted groping and sucking on a flaccid members not lot else was going to happen. In reality, the Alex and Simon double act was a mere sideshow as far as Bates was concerned as the main dish of the day was going to be Tom. So after a few minutes Bates didn't even notice that Simon had more or less given up and was just lying there with his eyes tightly closed pretending it was all just a bad dream, Alex had managed to get himself in a sort of vaguely provocative pose and joined Simon in just keeping out of the way. Poor Tom was to have had no such luck. All traces of his earlier bravado had deserted him. "Stand in front of me, pull your pants down so I can just see your cock and then undo my zip." Bates ordered. Tom wasn't at all happy. That was born out by the fact that his own cock remained distinctly soft, however he complied and was rather surprised at just how hard the front of Bates' trousers felt! Slowly he pulled the zip down which allowed the grubby white briefs to come into view. Managing to undo the clasp on the waistband allowed Bates' ample stomach escape, the weight of which parted the front of his trousers all on it's own. Gravity then saw to the trousers falling to his knees to expose a pair of ill fitting and what looked like very cum or piss stained white briefs bereft of any clues as to the make. Not being used to overweight boys, it was something of a shock for Tom to see the sagging white mass of Bates' stomach wobbling before his eyes. As instructed he gingerly he poked at the white briefs until he could see the outline of Bates fat cock. "Don't bloody stop!" urged Bates, "Rub me cock through me pants!" Hidden in the grubby briefs, it was very hard to his touch and with the droopy foreskin, gave the impression of being larger than it actually was. Tom did as he was told and wondered if one day he would have anything this big, it really did seem an utter monster compared to all his own. However, he was certainly not impressed by the state of Bates personal hygiene nor the dreadful briefs which it looked to him as if they had been worn for several days. Rubbing away he stared at the numerous stains and was very apprehensive of what would be expected to do next when Bates issued his next order. "Now you dirty little sod, I want you to suck the head of me cock through me pants..." Tom looked up in horror. Already there was something wet and sticky on his fingers, plus the briefs were noticeably smelly and quite disgusting anyway. The spots of the sticky substance which Tom didn't yet recognise as precum added little to the attraction especially as they only seemed to dissolve into the earlier stains and deposits. "Don't fuckin' well look at me like that," glowered Bates' "just get on with it... and play with yer own cock as well... I wanna see that up... can you cum yet?" "Sort of!" Tom nodded. Not daring to say he had only just managed it the once he immediately realised that admitting to it was probably another mistake. With great trepidation Tom leaned forward and with his tongue barely sticking out of his mouth he stared at the various repulsive blotches around the fly. The closer he got he realised that there was a most unpleasant smell about, a sickly combination of stale piss and sweat. Little did Tom know, but the foreskin also contained the residue of the cum from Bates' session the previous evening in the public toilet and of his ritual wank when he got up that morning! Closing his eyes, he took a huge breath and made contact with the very, very tip of his tongue. After as few seconds Bates' told him not mess about and to get on with it. His stubby fingers forcing Tom's head right into his crutch until he had sucked and licked enough to get the material wet with saliva. For the first time Tom's tongue felt the outline of an adult sized cock. At seventeen Bates' was not going to get that much bigger and although it was barely the regulation six inches, it was quite thick. To young Tom it looked enormous. The briefs tasted just as they looked. Absolutely revolting. By now Bates well lubricated cock was sliding around inside the fly and the continual drips of precum he was depositing did nothing to enhance Tom's experience. With extreme difficulty Tom persuaded himself under threat of going to the headmaster to continue licking the length of the Bates' cock. The material of disgusting briefs, gradually became semi-opaque and the growth of dark pubic hairs at the base started showing through. Bates was now breathing quite heavily, on glancing up Tom noticed that his eyes were closed, but he was by no means out of it as he suddenly opened them and looked down at Tom and ordered him to step closer. "Now you dirty little cock sucker," said Bates arching forward and forcing his wet briefs right into Tom's face, said, "I want to see play with yer own cock and with yer other hand I want you to fuck my ass!" Tom managed to draw back, his face now plastered with a slimy mix of his own saliva, Bates' precum and whatever else had rubbed off on him from Bates' briefs. His stomach was churning from the both the forced actions and the overpowering sickly urine smell. "Please.. please, I don't understand, how I can fuck you? " asked Tom sounding very pathetic. "For fucks sake you little prick!" Bates was getting frustrated, "Obvious, isn't it? You put your finger up my ass and finger fuck me... got it? Now get back on it!" "But... I've never.." Before Tom could finish the sentence he found his head was being forced back into Bates briefs. Pulling the withered elastic waistband outwards he rammed Tom's head right down into them, his hard cock wiping it's ample gooey foreskin all over Tom's cheeks as he was submerged. By now the smelly material, sodden with Tom's own saliva was going cold. It stuck to his hair, the smell inside the briefs was gross. Tom almost retched. "Now suck my fuckin' cock and lets' see you play with yerself!" demanded Bates again. He continued to press down on Tom's head inside his briefs. Short of breath, feeling rather sick and on the verge of crying Tom managed to get his tongue around the end of Bates' grotesque great foreskin only to discover that it appeared to be full of precum. He wanted to go home. Who cared about the headmaster finding out. Tears ran down his face and dripped into the matted pubic hairs, Bates manually worked Tom's head up and down ignoring his resistance and told him to get his cock in his mouth and suck it. Fearing he would choke on the very size of it, Tom avoided actually getting it in his mouth and instead contrived to run his tongue up and down the shaft which seemed to appease Bates for the moment. The routine was painfully interrupted when, with his head still held inside the stinking briefs, he found his arm being pulled out in front of him and between what he assumed were Bates' hairy legs. His index finger was forcibly selected and then rammed up something that felt, at best utterly slimy and disgusting.. "Now work my ass!" demanded Bates holding squeezing his legs together to hold his arm. Tom could only squirm and grunt, he felt his finger moving about inside Bates ass. He couldn't immediately bring himself to think how clean it was and damn it, he certainly didn't have clue how to finger fuck himself let alone Bates! Slowly he became taken over by one thought which kept running through his mind. However revolting he knew it to be, if Bates was so utterly filthy in all other respects then what on earth was his ass like? With his head still forcibly held inside Bates' briefs his sobs were inaudible. He hated every second, he felt physically sick. Whilst Tom was hating every moment, Bates was really enjoying it. Getting close to what promised to be an almighty orgasm he suddenly yanked up Tom's head by his hair and peered inside his briefs. Just as he had hoped everything was a wet slimy mixture of precum and saliva. Indeed it was everywhere, on Tom's face, hishair, even his ears and what with his tear stained cheeks he looked absolutely awful. Alex barely caught his eye and smiled as best he could, Tom blinked to try to hold back the further tears before he was forcibly turned back by Bates only to be made watch him put hand inside his briefs to massage his dripping cock. "Now, you're going back down on this and you're gonna fuckin' suck me till I come all over you!" said Bates aggressively. "You got it? Now watch this." With that he pulled at the waistband again and forced Tom's head even closer to watch him pulling his droopy foreskin back to reveal, in all it's repulsive glory the large mushroomed head. Under any other circumstances Tom would have been more than interested but as it was, he certainly was not feeling his best. However, despite that he was quite amazed by the sheer volume of precum that had been released. It's slowly dribbled onto tangled mass of pubic hair below and now even included some odd little white lumps that had appeared from nowhere. He wondered what could they be, not knowing that he was going to be tasting them all too soon! Alex looked over and could see that Bates' must now getting close to some sort of climax since he appeared to be totally preoccupied with keeping Tom's head working inside his disgusting briefs. To Alex, just the very thought of doing what Tom was being forced to do was utterly incomprehensible and he no thought how he would have reacted if Bates' had picked on him instead. All that said, Alex had no idea how the situation would end, or what he could even do to hasten the end. He quickly glanced at his watch, there seemed to be a few minutes before the lesson bell would ring. But would Tom physically last till then as he had looked so absolutely awful when he had last been allowed up for air. Alex gently nudged Simon, who very slowly opened one eye. It swivelled round almost comically to see that Tom was still sucking away inside the briefs and from his viewpoint on the floor Tom looked in danger of being crushed by Bates' mountainous wobbly, white stomach!! Bates was now totally preoccupied with his impending orgasm. Under cover of the various grunts and slurping noises, Alex working on an escape plan. That was only going to be really possible when the bell rang so in readiness he started to very slowly get dressed. First by slowly pulling his shorts up and try to make himself look, even if he didn't feel like it, a little more presentable. Simon soon took the hint and very quietly got his own shorts back up even though he left his shirt hanging out! But, what to do about Tom who had nothing on other than the awful stained vest and pants that they had found in room earlier. Alex again nudged Simon and pointed to Tom's discarded clothes that were lying by him, Simon slid an arm out managed to gather them up, although neither had any idea when he might be wearing them again. Bates' was now very close to a climax, whereas Tom was beginning to noticeably slow and feel quite sick with the whole episode. Yanking Tom's head up by his hair yet again, Bates' bent down, looked Tom in the face and through his yellow teeth said, "Come on you little prick suck me, fuckin suck me or I'll kick you round the fuckin' room!" Simon and Alex looked on in horror but felt totally powerless to do anything to help. Despite his very overweight body Bates' was obviously a strong boy and in his present state of mind wouldn't have cared less who he hurt at the thought of stopping his fun. What had started as a sex act had rapidly transgressed into some form of masochistic sexual humiliation which had overridden any rational that Bates' may had ever possessed. Patently, he had now become quite detached from reality and the suffering he was causing. However, despite that it seemed he was still very much intent on keeping all the sexual activity within his sodden briefs. Almost as though to prove the point, he very roughly pushed Tom's head back down onto his throbbing prick as he leaned back against the wall. Closing his eyes and he started to force Tom's unwilling head up and down until he succeeded in getting him to take the full length of the slimy cock down the back of his throat. Pulled around like a rag doll, gagging and spluttering on every stroke Tom could not take it much more, his body was about to react in the only way it could. On the next full downstroke Bates' enormous stomach started to quiver with the impending ejaculation, a split second later his cock started to uncontrollably spit the first of it's huge sticky load to coat the back of Tom's throat. Being forced past Tom's tonsils for the umpteenth time his exhausted young body finally took it's revenge in the only form that it could. With the sickly taste of hot semen swilling around in his mouth his senses could take no more and he forcefully vomited the entire contents of his stomach over and into Bates' briefs/ The move which totally eclipsed any discharge from the throbbing cock. His eyes still closed and his body totally consumed by the continuing power of the gigantic orgasm Bates' wasn't in a position to react immediately anyway. He had just assumed that the hot stuff currently filling his briefs was in fact another one of his own typically ball busting seminal discharges. His senses dulled, he slowly slid down the wall and onto the floor, content to lie like a beached whale in the growing puddles of vomit and semen that were now oozing out of his underpants. Alex on the other hand, seeing what was happening realised that this was their only chance to escape before the lesson bell. Scrabbling to his feet he grabbed the rather stunned Simon and told him to help and get Tom dressed! They both pulled at Tom and with an enormous effort they managed to drag the almost comatose boy away from Bates sweating body, leaving him breathing heavily in the corner. Despite getting covered in vomit himself, Simon gamely started to try and put some of Tom's clothes back on, so at least they could try to get him out of the room looking vaguely decent. Leaving Simon to dress Tom, young Alex was extracting retribution in his own way. Not having wasted a second in the rescue, Alex had no intention of ever letting Bates get anywhere near becoming compos mentis again and had gone to stand guard over him as Simon helped Tom get dressed. However, knowing what Tom had been subjected to the temptation was too much. Alex looked down in disgust just couldn't help himself from starting to kick at the revolting figure on the floor. He kicked and kicked. With every bruising kick Alex told Bates' that he was going to hurt him like he had hurt his friend Tom. Alex's heavy leather soled shoes were the ideal weapon and each violent blow into Bates crutch sent another spattering of vomit over the hapless figure. Bates' was soon groaning in absolute agony from his bruised genitals and lacked the will to get up. He tried in vain to protect himself with his grubby hands only to have them stamped as well. Alex continued kicking until he was forcibly dragged away by Simon who had just managed to get Tom more or less into some of his clothes. "For fuck's sake, Alex stop it before you kill him! Look at him!" It took a minute before Alex quite realised the extent of the injuries he may have inflicted on Bates' who was now rolling around in the pool of vomit groaning and desperately clutching his genitals through the vomit sodden briefs. "Oh my god..." he said when he realised what he had been doing in a blind rage. "Lets get the fuck out of here." said Simon, "I'm sure the fat bastard will live." "I'm sorry Simon, I couldn't stop myself. I didn't mean to go that far but... oh fuck it, the bastard deserved it!" said Alex still obviously very angry. "You're fuckin' well right there!" said Simon. He had another idea, "Hey... lets, take his fucking trousers and throw 'em away!" "Bastard, why not!" replied Alex grinning. Propped up in the corner with vomit still stuck in his hair and over his clothes, Tom smiled as best he could and watched. These two boys were doing all this for him, now he knew what friendship was all about. Alex and Simon went over to Bates' who was by now reduced to a revolting, smelly, blubbering heap just clutching his balls and literally crying with pain. Between them they all but ripped the trousers from his fat legs. However, before walking away Simon turned, took aim and using every fibre in his small body delivered his one and only powerful kick between his Bates' legs. "Now you get yer fucking hand up yer own fuckin' ass!" he said with considerable feeling. Bates' groaned and doubled up quite was obviously in absolute agony, tears were running down his face as he croaked. "Fuck! It's me plums! Fuck!" "Fuck you and yer fuckin' plums you bastard, I hope they never fuckin' work again!" said Alex. Tom grinned and said quietly, "I doubt if they ever fuckin' will after that!" "So does he now!" said Simon grinning as he bent down to help Tom up, "Let's get out of here. There's a bog round the corner, let's get him in there and clean him up." said Alex, wondering if cleaning him up would really do the trick. Somehow he had his doubts. "Yer, and we can throw them trousers away in there as well." said Simon and added as an afterthought, "Hey, what about locking this room then?" "I dunno, I reckon maybe Miss will come down and lock it. D'you think she will?" asked Alex "Who fuckin' cares!" said Tom as they walked him painfully down the corridor. Other than a few strange looks from the few pupils they saw on the way to toilet they managed to get Tom inside without any real fuss and set about trying cleaning him up. That was not as easy as it seemed since his clothes were more or less impregnated with vomit and traces of Bates' monster orgasm. Feeling a little better for a wash Tom said, "I just thought I'm still wearing these fuckin awful undies we found and I gotta take 'em off 'cause they stink... did you mange to pick up me own clothes?" Simon smiled and rummaged in his blazer, eventually he pulled them out of a pocket, "How could I forget? But I was hoping to keep 'em!" "Ah shit, I knew you wouldn't forget !" Tom grinned, "I'm gonna change in a cubicle in case somebody comes in, but I'll leave it unlocked so if I fall over or something you can finish dressing me," "Whatever you want." said Alex looking so pleased that at least Tom was now mobile. Once he was in the cubicle Alex said quietly to Simon, "I do reckon he ought to see the school nurse don't you?" "Yer, he ain't well is he... but wot can we say, I mean wot can we say about him getting in that state?" Alex thought, "Well ummmm, she don't need to know about Bates and that, can't we just say he started being sick and fell over or something outside in the break?" "I 'spose we could, but what about Bates'? It worries me, him being left like that. I mean, I know he deserved it and that but, well you fuckin' kicked seven bells out of his balls," Simon who started giggling at the thought of it, "but...seriously Alex, he could be hurt, couldn't he?" Alex hadn't really thought about that aspect of it, "I 'spose yer right, bastard that he is. What about I go and tell Miss that Tom was sick and all that, so that most of the dinner break was sort of used up and we didn't do the room." He paused and thought. "And if Tom is with the nurse that makes it sort of believable? Wot you think? Does it sound alright?" "Yeah. Sort of." Simon cut in, "And, you went to have quick go at the room and just sort of found Bate's lying there all covered in sick and that... ummmm... and we don't know how or what he was doing in there..." "Right!" said Alex, still thinking, "Hhmmmm and... fuckin' Bates' ain't gonna say anything about Tom and sex and that or he will be diggin' his own fuckin' grave won't he?" "Fuckin' brilliant. Who'd fuckin' well believe Bates' sex story anyway!" The metal cubicle door clanged shut as Tom reappeared clutching the smelly underwear. "I'm putting this in the bin unless you two want 'em!" he said. They shook their heads as both Bates' trousers and the underwear were ceremonially binned. "Now what were you two whispering about?" asked Tom. Alex explained the plan stressing that all Tom had to do was maintain that they had started on the room again but that he felt sick and went outside for some air when he had been sick and then fallen over because he was all a bit shaky. He wasn't entirely convinced that it sounded plausible, but they really did have much choice. Certainly he saw the point about the possibility of Bates' being seriously hurt and him not daring to admit how he became injured.. It was the only plan which did have the advantage that if Simon were to take Tom to the nurse he could claim ignorance about what had happened to Tom and simply just be delivering him. Plus, in theory he also knew nothing of their task in the storeroom so need not be involved at all. The afternoon lesson bell rang. "I'm not sure I can do much in the way of lessons," said Tom looking rather pale, "I feel fuckin' awful and I'd really like to go home to mum." "That's settled then isn't it?" said Alex firmly, "Simon you take Tom up to the nurses room and I'll go and get Miss to look at the room. Wot lesson are we supposed to have now anyway?" "History isn't it? I think." said Tom weakly. "Come on Tom, let's go." Simon helped Tom and they staggered out of the door and off in the direction of the school nurses room. Alex hated seeing Tom like this. Rubbing the tears from his eyes, he put on a very brave face and hurried off hoping to catch Miss Jameson before she left the staffroom. The school nurse, Mrs Wright was very surprised to see Simon hauling Tom into her little sanctuary and naturally tried to find out what had happened. Simon played his part beautifully and said he had found Tom outside who had very obviously been sick and then fallen over. He blamed Tom's bedraggled appearance on trying to unsuccessfully get him cleaned up prior to delivering him to Mrs Wright who now said she would take over and if needed get his mother to take him home. Simon was sent off back to his history class and told to tell the teacher that Tom would be absent. Out of breath Alex arrived at the staffroom door and knocked asking for Miss Jameson who very luckily had a free period before taking her final two classes of the week. "So what exactly has happened Alex?" she asked, "You're very excited and need to slow down, I can't understand what you are trying to tell me." Alex took a deep breath and prayed he could carry out his part. "Two things, Miss." "Right, let's deal with Tom first, what were you trying say... now slowly this time please." "Tom is in with the nurse," said Alex, he paused and took another breath. He appeared to Miss Jameson to be in quite an emotional state, she rightly deduced that it must be quite some friendship between the boys. "Go on Alex, why?" "Well... we was outside in the dinner break and he was sick," he paused again watching her face, "and then I don't know wot happened... but he sort of fell over and then he wasn't very well." "Oh, so" she looked at him, this wasn't making a lot of sense, "So. So, what then?" "Well, see... ummm Simon was about as well so he sort of cleaned up Tom and then takes him to the nurse and I've come to tell you, see?" He looked at her his eyes wide open. Frankly she didn't know what to make of it, but one thing was for certain, Alex looked as though it wouldn't take much before he started to cry. There was plainly a lot more to this, but would she ever get to know what really happened? Probably not! "Sort of! Ok, so what's the other thing then Alex?" she asked, "No, hang on, what about the storeroom? I thought you were meant to be tiding it up and not be outside playing? "Uummmm, that's it see?" replied Alex nonsensically. "No, I don't! Try again." "Well you know you opened the room for us, well we did a bit then that's when Tom starts to feel sick what with the smell in there, so we went outside to let him get some air." "Yes, I can understand that, it really stinks there doesn't it?" she agreed, "So what then? Is that when poor Tom starts vomit and ends up falling over?" Alex nodded frantically, "When we got outside, he was real bad... so I get's Simon to take him to the nurse and I goes back to the room to finish it... cause..." "Because what?" she asked, "I would have thought you would rather have been with Tom?" "I would Miss." Alex was getting more emotional, "But.. but, you said we had to finish it, so I was gonna try and do it on me own!" She smiled, "You silly boy." Alex looked at the floor. He didn't like lying, especially to Miss Jameson but what choice was there?. "So, Alex, what's the second thing then?" "Oh... ummmm well, I think you ought to come and see Miss!" "Well, hang on and I might. But first tell me what it's all about?" "See... when I got back to room there was this big kid lying in there on the floor all moaning and that. It looked like he'd been sick as well!" "What? This doesn't make any sense, I'd better go and look. Now, what lesson are you supposed to be in now?" "History Miss." "Well you go to it, tell the teacher you have been with me and that Tom will not be in this afternoon. I suppose you had better tell the other teachers that he won't be here this afternoon as he is ill. You got that? "Yes Miss," said Alex, he managed a grin to say, "so you'll be telling yourself that Tom is gonna miss your last lesson?" She smiled, "Oh. I had forgotten. That reminds me, now, are you going to be able to do that algebra thing out the front of the class by yourself as we agreed or do you want to wait for Tom?" "I'll do it Miss!" said Alex, not sure what he was letting himself in for, except since he had really been working on he wanted it out the way before he forgot it all! "Good boy! You sure?" she smiled, "I'll tell Tom when I see him! Now off you go." Alex smiled, "Thank you Miss... d'you think he'll be alright?" "I'm sure he will, now off you go." Still not entirely clear what had happened Miss Jameson set off first pay a short visit to the nurse and see Tom on her way to the storeroom. There was no doubt that Tom certainly looked under the weather. He managed a smile when told that Alex was going to brave the class on his own to explain the mysteries of right angle triangles! Miss Jameson told him she was confident that Alex would manage it sufficiently well to remove the threat of being sent down but they had both better remember that they would be expected to do some work in future and not mess about. With his stomach still feeling distinctly queasy Tom drifted off to sleep as Miss Jameson had a few words with Mrs Wright before she continued on her way to the store. Seeing that Tom was now dozing Mrs Wright went off to see the school secretary to start arranging for Tom's mother to pick him up and take him home that afternoon. Arriving at the storeroom Miss Jameson was a little apprehensive as to what she was going to find inside although she thought more than likely Alex had exaggerated the story out of proportion and the room would be empty. How wrong she was. On opening the door she was greeted but the most revolting smell of fresh vomit, mingled with stale sweat and possibly tinged with something else. This was no joke. Peering cautiously around she saw a large fat boy, partly naked lying in one corner clutching himself and moaning Cautiously moving towards him she stared and then recognised the boy as the prefect Bates. He was someone who she had never liked and always thought his ingratiating manner to be totally false and that altogether he was a very unpleasant individual. "Bates, what on earth has happened?" she asked with a certain amount of disbelief as she looked around. "Are you alright?" "It's me plums, me fuckin' plums! They're fuckin' squashed!" he replied without looking up. "Less of that language please Bates." she said firmly. "What plums? I don't see any fruit, are lying on them or something? What are you on about?" "Me fuckin' plums! Oh fuck! Well then... it's me fuckin' nuts then!" Her dislike of the boy was now totally confirmed. The stream of profanities did little to encourage her to get excited about his predicament. "For heavens sake Bates, we are not in a fruit shop! Now will you stop swearing and tell me what's happened to you." "It's me fuckin' nuts... they hurt!" "I don't see any nuts! Are you saying that you are going nuts?" she asked naively. "It's my fuckin' nuts!" Bates groaned yet again and clutched his vomit ridden briefs, "It's me balls you stupid woman, they're fucked!" "Ah... I see!" said Miss Jameson. Being called stupid sealed his fate for any further compassion, she was going to play him at his own game. "Of course your balls!" she said sweetly, "I assume you mean you have hurt your testicles in some way!" "Yes!" he cried in desperation, "Me fuckin' balls are squashed!" Trying very hard to suppress a grin, she asked very politely. "And... ummm how did your uummm nuts, umm balls, I'm so sorry I mean your testicles become ..ummm. deranged?" "Oh fuckin' hell... they bloody hurt!" "Bates, please stop swearing!" With that she leaned forward, " Now I can't see what you are on about, I must have a proper look, is there any blood? You don't have worry I have seen more than few little boys testicles in my time!" "Well you're not fuckin' looking at mine!" he said clutching at his revolting underpants. "As you wish, but somebody is going to have to look. Maybe I should get the nurse, I'm sure she was seen and felt a few pairs!" "No! For fucks sake no!" Taking a deep breath she started to bend down to have closer look and was appalled when she saw the mess he was in. "Bates just what has been going on?" she was now losing her calm. "And, why are you dressed like this, where are your trousers?" She bent even closer and tried to push his hands away from his groin with her foot. "Oh my god! Whatever is that leaking out of your underpants! It looks like vomit! What the hell have you been doing in here?" "Bugger the vomit! It's me fuckin' nuts they ain't never gonna work again, I know it!" moaned Bates in despair. "Will you stop swearing. I'm asking you just once more, what have you been doing in here?" "Nothin' Miss!" "Don't nothing me! Who's the idiot here, you or me!" she snapped, "I'm going to get a male teacher to sort this out! Stay there." "How can I move, me fuckin' nuts are squashed!" "Well, that's settled then!" She couldn't help seeing the funny side of it, however bizarre the situation appeared. Quite convinced that Bates had been doing something he shouldn't and most probably sexual. She made her way straight back to the staffroom hoping that one of the deputy heads, Stan Andrews was still there. He had seen most things and she was sure would have some idea how to handle this incredible situation. She found him over in a corner having a cigarette and staring at a pile of exercise books trying to summon up the will to do some more marking. "You all right Mary, you look a bit flushed?" "Ah Fred, I'm so glad you're still about, I think we have a little problem! In fact after what I have just seen I might need to take up smoking again myself!" "Oh no! I don't like the sound of the we!" he said smiling, "Go on, you'd better tell me the worst." "This ones a bit odd to say the least and besides I'm a woman," she said with a smile "I think it's definitely a boy, boy problem.". "Oh damn, that's all we need on a Friday afternoon. D'you really think it's one of those, I mean with a sexual element?" "Yes, definitely I think. Let me start from the beginning and you'll get the full picture." It didn't take her long to run though the story to include Alex's part, in alerting her to the fact somebody was in the store. "Stan, before I tell you about what I found down there, I want to ask you something that has been nagging me. Do you remember a few months back we suspected that one of the senior boys was ummm, preying if like, on some of the first-years. But I can't think who it was?" "Yes, I certainly do. It was that horrible boy Bates." "Ah, damn. That's what I was afraid of but couldn't be sure, I think he's been at it again." "Oh no! Not again! D'you know I've known that boy since he first came to this school and all along he been a bully and if I'm honest I'm sure he's ...." he stopped himself, unsure if he should voice his true feelings. "What? Stan, what do you think?" "To hell with it! I'm he's got very strong homosexual tendencies, but the worry is they have a sort of masochist element as well!" "Oh my God! That fits! How do you know?." "Now, I don't mean just the usual stuff that most boys will end up doing together, errrr... you understand what I'm trying to say?" he looked knowingly at Mary. Looking slightly embarrassed she replied, "Yes I do, I had two younger brothers." "Of course, I'm sorry I forgot. But I had to mention it." he continued, "Well, you don't know it because you haven't been here long enough, but the fact is Bates' has a history at this school. He was a sadistic little bully when he first came and that later developed into a sexual thing when he was thirteenish. I've had to deal with him at least four times where he has forced younger boys to, shall I say uumm.. do things. And, the worst is heaven knows how many times he's got away with something because his victim hasn't reported it?" "Oh my god." she said, "So this could well be serious?" "Yes. This last time he was using his position as a prefect to get some unfortunate first-year boy to perform some act, but then the kid dropped all allegations and what could we do. He's not nice!" "So, however did he become a prefect in the first place?" she asked incredulously. "Ah, well who knows! The odd thing is he comes from a very good home and I understand his parents are very good friends with Jim Roberts the deputy head who retired last year. Need I say more?" "No. I've got the picture." She looked at him, "So, now are you going to be able to handle him by yourself?" "Oh yes, I'll be fine... probably better without you to inhibit me!" he said with a wink as he stubbed his cigarette out and stood up, "I think I'd better go and deal with him don't you?" "I'd rather not come, is that all right?" "No problem, I don't think you'd want to and I wouldn't really advise it! Now, if I'm not back in thirty minutes send out a search party!" She nodded and smiled, "I'm sure we won't need to!" Waiting and listening for a few seconds outside the storeroom Mr Andrews thought he could detect some sort of life, he slowly pushed the door open and looked around. Just as Mary had said over in the corner, poorly Illuminated by the flickering fluorescent lay Bates still moaning. He certainly hadn't attempted to move and didn't realise immediately who it was that had come in. "Well Master Bates, you've been at it again then?" "Oh fuck, it's you, Andrews isn't it!" Bates replied angrily. "I might have bloody guessed they'd send you!" "Well who else knows all about you and your dirty little games? Eh? You've never tried them on anybody your own age though, have you?" "Fuck off, you don't know nothing!" Carefully avoiding the more obvious vomit smeared over the floor Mr Andrews approached. "So what's happened then? If you ask me, I think somebody or somebody's have finally had the guts to give you what you've long deserved. Am I right?" . "Fuck off!" His eyes getting accustomed to the gloom he moved closer still, "Well as much as I'd like to fuck off as you so nicely put it and leave you here to rot, I'm afraid I have a duty to see how badly your hurt." Mr Andrews stood over him and rather vigorously poked his foot at Bates' hands which were still holding his aching crutch. "Move your hand's boy!" "No! Not me nuts! Fuck off!" "Damaged are they? We're going to have to have a look then aren't we? Now you can either pull those revolting briefs down yourself or I'll find a stick and poke them down! The choice is yours!" "Fuck off!" "Bates," said Mr Andrews very forcefully, "if you tell me to fuck off one more time, you will never be able to fuck anything ever again in your life hereafter! Do you understand me? There's nobody in this room except the two of us. Do you understand what I'm saying?" Bates grunted "Now, pull those revolting briefs down and let me see what's happened to your poor little willy!" With a lot of grunting and groaning the highly embarrassed Bates pulled the front of his briefs down to expose his genitals still liberally coated with sperm and Tom's vomit. "Jesus, Bates looks like you've messed you pants this time!" "Ffuuu..." Mr Andrews Immediately cut him off, "Ah... ah naughty boy. I've warned you, if you say that again you'll regret it. Got it?" "Mmmmh" "I'm going to look for any signs of blood so stay still." He peered as closely as he dared, the smell of vomit was overpowering, "I can't see anything other than bruising, but you are going to have to get cleaned up" he thought for a few seconds, then looked down again and came up looking very puzzled. "Bates I'm asking you again, what the hell have you been doing, I couldn't believe it at first, but there are very obvious traces of semen mixed in all this vomit." Whatever was Bates latest perversion. "Bloody hell Bates, just what have you been doing? Don't tell me you haven't, because we are both know you have. Don't we?" "It's nothing!" Bates replied sullenly. "So you are you not going to tell me what's happened in here, correct?" "It was nothing. An accident!" "Some accident! OK, well if you say it's nothing and since I have received not complaints against you, as yet..." He paused, "it's pointless talking to the police just at the moment." Bates really did look horrified, he visibly winced and went pale. "Just remember if I get the merest whisper that you were up to your filthy tricks with some poor first-former, I'll take you down to the station myself." Poking him with his shoe in his ample buttocks Mr Andrews said, "Now, get up we are going to get you cleaned up. Stand up." "I can't!" he said pitifully, "Me nut's hurt too much!" "Sod your nuts! Up, I said!" Doing his best to avoid getting covered in any of the bodily fluids that very much in evidence, Mr Andrews grabbed him buy the collar of his blazer and started to haul him up. Eventually Bates got the message, still clutching his testicles and obviously in great pain he managed to lean against the wall. "Where's your trousers? "Ummm ... gone." "Oh for gods sake how did you manage to lose those? Well if you haven't got any then you'd better come as you are!" "What! Come where?" said Bates petrified at the very thought of being seen. "Pull those revolting briefs up and don't mess me about, I've still got a lesson to teach. We are going to gym changing rooms, they're only down the corridor and you can have a shower." "No!" "Well what else are you going to do you stupid idiot, stay in this stinking room? Grow up!" With a lot of moaning and groaning Bates started to hobble very slowly and painfully towards the door. Looking absolutely absurd still clutching his balls and wearing his vomit splattered shirt and tie with the school blazer, with his wet briefs sagging under their weight he groped his way along the wall. "Here, take this and wrap it round you." Mr Andrews handed him a filthy and very threadbare towel he pulled from amongst the piles of discarded clothing. Bates looked at him and muttered something as he wrapped around himself. For Bates, it was a longest walk of his life. The very painful journey made worse by the raucous laughter of a couple of first-year boys they passed in the corridor. Mr Andrews managing to keep a straight face and pushed the door of the changing room open trying his best to avoid making contact with Bates who was greeted by the babble of a class of first-years had just finished their gym lesson and were getting changed after a shower. Within seconds the room had gone quiet and all eyes were on Bates, the overpowering smell of vomit took over from smell of stale sweat. Soon the comments were flying thick and fast. "He's that 'orrible prefect" "Yeah, isn't he the one that tried to..." "Yeah, he's the dirty fat one..." "Gawd, he's fat!" "I hate him..." "Wot's he done then?" "Hey, look he's been sick in his pants!" "Has he been caught doing...." "Hey, why's he stink? It didn't go unnoticed by Mr Andrews that just at the very sight of Bates a couple of the smaller boys had cowered behind their friends. "Right Bates, strip off and get in that shower!" "What in front of this lot?" he stuttered. Red as a beetroot with embarrassment and almost quaking he looked back at the room full of younger boys most of whom were giggling at his predicament. Making sure the entire room heard Mr Andrews replied, "Yes. Bates I said strip off you are going in that shower now. If you think I care about you being embarrassed, I really don't!" To giggles, whistles and catcalls Bates replied, "I can't please.." "Bates, I know from experience you have never had any been shy about showing your body before to selected boys, so get these disgusting clothes off right now!" With no avenue of escape and a jeering captive audience he removed the towel which brought howls of laughter from the young boys. It was certainly comeuppance time. Mr Hawkins who had been taking the PE lesson he walked over to ask what it was all about and then barely able to suppress a grin he told the boys in his class to simmer down. The situation came as no real surprise since he had suspected Bates proclivity for young boys for some time and had to agree that since Bates would admit to nothing, this was indeed an admirable punishment. Eventually, close to tears Bates stood there in all his vomit stained glory. Most of the boys laughed and a couple cheered, maybe they had seen his body under far more trying circumstance. Whatever, it was quite a sight. The white body, the wobbly fat stomach and a pair of now swollen blackened testicles topped by a tiny shrivelled penis. "I suggest before you get in the shower that you put these revolting clothes in the bin, or maybe Mr Hawkins has a plastic bag or something you could take them home in." "Certainly, I would think a clean bin liner was very appropriate wouldn't you?" said Mr Hawkins, "Hey, where are your trousers Bates? You've just your underpants so what are you going to wear?" "Don't ask!" said Mr Andrews smiling, "Have you got an old pair of shorts or anything lying around that might fit?" "Possibly," answered Mr Hawkins looking at Bates' ample buttocks, "maybe not that large though!" "Come on the Bates in the shower. I'm led to believe that cold water is just the thing for bruises is it not Mr Hawkins?" "So the nurse tells me." he replied trying not to laugh as he headed for the mixing valve, "Bates get in here! Now!" To a huge cheer Bates wobbled very reluctantly under the water flowing from the showerhead, at which point Mr Hawkins turned the pressure right up! The powerful jet of freezing water hit his bruised testicles but the scream of agony was drowned out by the gales of laughter coming from the young boys. By the time he came out looking cold, bedraggled and very close to tears most of the boys had left. Mr Hawkins had in the meantime been looking for some clothing and produced the only pair of shorts he could find. "Unless you are planning to leave us without anything else on, this is all we have." he said holding up a pair of very tired white football shorts that looked even more threadbare than the towel Bates' had arrived in. "Oh no!" Bates looked at them in utter horror and went pale visualising the prospect of the journey home including the bus journey in those shorts! "Now Bates, before you can go there is something else we really ought to do." Bates looked balefully at Mr Andrews, whatever was it now. Mr Andrews said firmly, "Somebody really needs to look at your testicles to see if there is any blood or anything else. It's either going to be me, Mr Hawkins or Mrs Wright the nurse, so you decide. Now!" "You, Sir." he replied slowly, nodding at Mr Andrews. "Right, OK. Just what I wanted!" Starting to bend down, he added "I might have to touch them, not that I want to... but you can't say that you haven't been warned!" The cold water had done it's trick and certainly started to bring out the bruises. The entire area between his legs including his genitals was now rapidly turning blue from Alex's kicking. Not only that, but his testicles had swollen to something approaching twice their original size, whereas the cold water had the opposite on his penis since it had all but disappeared. "My god Bates, how many boys were there? You must have been really trying it on to get a pasting like this!" said Mr Andrews who was plainly shocked at the sight, "I have never seen anything like this before!" "We are assuming this was done by kicking?" asked Mr Hawkins, "And, the vomit now how does that come into the picture?" "I told you it was nothing!" he muttered. "A pretty powerful nothing." said Mr Hawkins. "Now I can't seen any blood or anything like that so we will just have to assume it is nothing and maybe the fairies did it as you keep telling us." said Mr Andrews straightening up, "Well nothing or not, it looks very painful to me." said Mr Hawkins, "I think your sex life is going to be on hold for quite some time, still at your age it only makes you blind!" "Wot?" grunted Bates going red. "Here, lets get going," said Mr Andrews, "come on and get these shorts on. It's all there is or you can go home with just your shirt and blazer!" Bates was having trouble controlling his humiliation and was forcing his eyes not to blink in an effort to fight back the tears. He took the shorts, they were obviously too small but he had no choice, he looked at the two teachers who were watching his every move. "Hurry up Bates," said Mr Andrews, "I've got a class to go to shortly." "And, the next class will be in here in a minute, so unless you want to give them a show as well, I suggest to get on with it." said Mr Hawkins. Struggling to get his legs into them without putting any pressure on his inflamed balls he managed with extreme difficulty to pull the shorts up as far as his fat bottom would allow. He looked and felt utterly ridiculous. The shorts were so small that he seemed stitched in to them, every wrinkle of his fat body was highlighted and his large stomach overhung the straining elastic waistband. Worse, the shorts were so small that his swollen, blackened testicles were squashed painfully down one leg, the thin material leaving nothing to the imagination. He would be the laughing stock. Mr Hawkins handed him his vomit spattered white shirt and school blazer, it was impossible to tuck the shirt in so he left them both on over the top of the shorts. "Wonderful." said Mr Hawkins, looking at him in disgust, "Isn't it amazing what a little nothing will do?" Bates scowled. "Can I go now, before the class comes in?" "No!" said Mr Andrews firmly, "I have one last thing to do. Two actually." Bates looked worried as Mr Andrews walked over and stood right in front of him. Bates visibly flinched, scared of what might be coming. "Please Sir..." "Shut up." he replied forcibly. Mr Andrews put out his arm and reached over to grab the lapel of Bates blazer and pulled Bates to him, the force of which caused the material to rip. In his hand was the red and gold badge Senior Prefects badge ripped from the lapel, still with a few strands of material attached. He pushed Bates backwards. "That's the first thing Bates, you are no longer a Prefect. Understand?" Bates nodded, this was going to end in tears he knew it. "And," continued Mr Andrews equally forcibly, "the second thing is as from this moment you can consider yourself suspended from this school. I will discuss all of this with the headmaster and think I can say with some certainty that you will be expelled. We will put up with you and your perverted acts no longer. Do you understand?" "Mmhhh..." Bates couldn't answer he nodded, tears started to fill his eyes. "Now pick take revolting bin bag and get out of this school. Now!" Bates looked around the floor and saw the bag lying there, with the pain from his swollen testicles and the tightness of the shorts he slowly bent down to pick it up as instructed. Rrrrrrrrip! It was shorts, the ancient material could not take the pressure any longer and just like poor Art in the gym, the entire rear seam had split wide open. Mr Hawkins couldn't contain himself so he started to laugh and walked off to his office. Even though he saw the funny side of it Mr Andrews was still in no mood for sympathy. "Bates, I don't care if your ass is on show, I want you out of the school now. Get out. We will notify your parents as to the outcome of this and you can arrange to collect your stuff later." Bates' world had crumbled around him. He sobbed, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." "You're not sorry at all. You are only sorry you have been caught. How many years have you been preying on the younger boys in this school?" "But, my parents... they will!" "And, I hope they do!" Mr Andrews considered if he should say what else he had on his mind, now seemed as good a time as any. "And one other matter. I hear a lot of things about what some the pupils of this school get up to outside the gates." He stared right into Bates eyes, "I have been told that you have been going to park a lot lately, you know damn well what I mean. Is that right? Technically, you are a still a minor." That final truth totally shocked Bates to the core he put a hand over his mouth as reflex motion. "But, but how..." "How, is not your business. You've started on a very slippery slope. You've still got time to get off so go and think about it. Meantime, just get out of this school. Absolutely crushed, tears running down his face Bates painfully hobbled out of the room. What would his parents say? And, who else knew of his visits to the park? Suppressing his laughter Mr Andrews parting comment echoed down the corridor, "And, I suggest you don't go home through the park with those shorts on!"