Prefect's Pleasures III
Mark Jackson was lying in his bed as Hugh Keller returned from his second appointment with Evans' cane and watched in the dark as Hugh undressed and climbed into bed. Mark listened for a short while to Hugh's sniffling aware that his friend had been crying. Mark was also puzzled by the lateness of the hour and sensed that something other than a simple caning had transpired.
Mark and Hugh were close friends and had been for many years. They shared their dreams and fantasies, their loathings and fears and were mutually supportive in almost every aspect of their lives. It was a natural instinct therefore for Mark to slip out of his bed and cross the room to where Hugh lay on his stomach.
Hugh was trying to will himself to sleep, afraid of dwelling for the moment on what had transpired. He also had an early morning appointment in his new role as Evans' assistant and knew that to be late would incur further punishment. He was startled therefore when he suddenly felt a presence on his bed. His imediate thought was that Evans had decided to come for him, but was calmed when he heard Mark inquire,"Are you okay? what happened?"
Hugh and Mark spoke in whispers since talking after lights out was viewed and treated with great severity, but Hugh greatly appreciated having his best friend there and quietly poured out the essential details of his ordeal.
Mark listened to Hugh's tale without comment. Mark knew exactly how Hugh felt since he had been in the role of another Prefect's assistant since the middle of the last term the previous year. Mark's master was David Chadwick, the captain of the school rugby team and a fearfull flogger of boys. Mark had often spent the night on his stomach, as Hugh now did, as a result of Chadwick's punishments. He had also shared Chadwick's bed on quite a number of occasions. Mark's only visible response was to gently place his hand on Hugh's naked shoulder and to pat him as Hugh relieved himself of all his pent up emotions.
Hugh told his friend about the two beatings, and about the _s_e_x_, and the deal he had cut in order to save himself from a further severe thrashing. Gradually Hugh's emotions subsided to the point that he became physically excited by the warmth of his friends hand on his shoulder and the intimacy of the shared experiences which that comforting hand imparted. Mark and Hugh talked for some time about their common roles as servants to their respective Prefect masters and neither noticed the time flying by as they whispered together in the dark.
David Chadwick however was also present without either boy knowing. He had seen Keller return to his dormitory as he did the final rounds for the night to ensure that nothing untoward was going on. He had quietly walked to the open door of the dorm and stopped to listen. Chadwick knew that Jackson and Keller were the greatest of friends and wondered whether Keller would wake up Jackson to tell him what had happened. Chadwick was surprised that Jackson was still awake and even more surprised when he saw the silhouette of a body rise from Jackson's bed and move across to KeIIer's since Jackson should have been especially cautious knowing that his own master was on rounds that night.
Chadwick could not hear what the boys were whispering to each other but waited paitiently to see what would develop, if anything. As Keller's monologue was replaced by conversation between the two, Chadwick reached into the room and flicked on the light switch and, to avoid disturbing the other boys sleep, simply beckoned both boys to come out into the corridor.
Mark was shocked to be discovered out of bed and talking, and Keller was petrified as he moved to obey the instruction from Chadwick to go outside.
Mark got up and started for the door as Keller got out of bed, still sporting the evidence of the erection he had gained while Mark was patting his back and talking to him.
Keller's physical condition was hard not to notice and Chadwick was, if anything, observant. He was also quick to judgement and immediately assumed that the two boys were engaged in some form of _s_e_x_ual rite. As first Jackson and then Keller moved past him into the corridor, the latter now putting on a dressing gown, Chadwick had already determined that this situation called for major punishment.
As the boys exited their dorm, Chadwick turned off the lights but a number of the boys were already semi-conscious and were aware that a serious incident had occurred.
Chadwick quietly ordered the two miscreants to go to his study on the upper floor where they would talk. As the two boys moved to obey, Chadwick continued on down the corridor to check on the two remaining dormitories before following them to his rooms. By the time he arrived at his rooms both boys were clearly fidgeting as they waited in the corridor, and Chadwick took delight in seeing their anxiety. As he reached his door he opened it, entered and ordered the two boys into the room and closed the door behind them. Chadwick sat down in his armchair while the two boys stood. Chadwick them asked them what they thought they were up to and, in mock disgust, accused them of having _s_e_x_ together.
Knowing that Hugh was still somewhat shocked by his experience earlier that evening, Mark spoke in their defense explaining that all he was doing was comforting his friend but acknowledging that he had been wrong for being out of bed and that both had been wrong for talking.
Looking at Hugh, Chadwick said: "Got a beating did you? Let me see."
Knowing that resistence would only make things worse, Hugh took off his dressing gown and turned around so that Chadwick could see Evans' handiwork.
Hugh trembled at the thought that, here he was naked again and another Prefect had every right to beat him further. He knew that Chadwick had a reputation for being severe and that Mark had suffered quite terribly at his hands and Hugh expected the worse.
"Turn around and put on your gown", ordered Chadwick. Hugh complied readily and returned to his position beside his friend. "Did Alan make you his bum boy?" enquired Chadwick.
Hugh, too frightened and ashamed to speak simply nodded his head but Chadwick was enjoying the boy's humiliation.
"Speak up. Answer my question." demanded Chadwick.
"Yes, he did." replied the now blushing boy.
David Chadwick was quite aroused by the power that he was exercising over the two boys but was concerned abouth the state of Keller's backside. while he knew that he would be quite within his rights to give the boy another 3, 4, 5 or even 6 strokes for talking after lights out, David realised that the boy's buttocks could not take that sort of punishment immediately and decided that the only course of action was to attend to Keller in the morning.
"Go back to bed and shut up" said Chadwick to Hugh. "I'll talk to Evans in the morning and we will decide when to punish you then. See us both after breakfast. Jackson, you stay."
With that, a somewhat relieved Hugh Keller said good night and quickly left Chadwick's study. Mark had observed chadwick's obvious pleasure at terrifying Hugh and knew he was going to be on the end of a severe thrashing. Mark also suspected that he was not going to get away from here without satisfying Chadwick in a _s_e_x_ual sense. Mark didn't mind having _s_e_x_, but Chadwick was at times a brute, and liked to make the act as uncomfortable and painfull as possible. Having _s_e_x_ immediately following a sound beating would only make the pain worse.
Chadwick stood up and walked to his desk and, as he picked up a notebook remarked "Haven't thrashed you for quite a while, have I Mark?". Before Mark could respond, having found the entry in his notebook that he was looking for added, "No, more than a week since I gave you 4 cuts for insolence".
Mark didn't respond. The only thought racing through his mind was how many strokes of the cane or belt would he get now?
"I'm not sure that I accept your explanation about petting Keller" said Chadwick. "I know how close you two are, so it seems to me that you are more than likely lying now."
"Please, it's true. I swear" protested Mark.
"Well," responded Chadwick, "I'll think about it. Now go and get my cane".
Mark, resigned to his fate, walked into the Prefect's bedroom and opened the cupboard where Chadwick kept a school cane. Mark took it out and, trying to avoid looking at it, returned to the study and handed it to Chadwick.
"Alright, pyjamas off and over the chair" Chadwick instructed.
Mark undid the cord of his pyjamas and let them fall to the floor, then unbuttoned his shirt and removed it before draping himself in the prescribed position over the arm of the leather armchair.
David Chadwick admired the sight before him as he stood back and raised the cane. With a slight grunt, he brought the whippy cane aroud onto the centre of the boy's bottom with all the force he could muster and was delighted with the brief cry which the stroke elicited from its victim.
Five more times Chadwick repeated the stroke, each time aiming for alternatively a higher or lower position. After the sixth stroke he paused to admire his handiwork. Before him was a very pretty bottom with six evenly spaced stripes across it.
Mark knew that he had just received the first installment and resisted the tempatation to rise, knowing that that would simply give Chadwick an excuse for even more severe treatment.
He also resisted the temptation to rub his bottom which felt as if it were on fire already and instead tried to concentrate on not moving and therefore not giving Chadwick any reason to prolong the punishment.
David Chadwick was already aroused as he commenced the second set of six strokes. He had altered his position slightly so that the next lot of strokes would strike at an angle, thereby increasing the damage caused by going across the existing weals. He often did this because he knew (from experience) how effective the tactic was in increasing the suffering of his victim. As the first stroke landed he smiled with satisfaction with the cry which leapt from Mark Jackson's throat. Again and again he put all his weight and force into the caning and completed the set of six to the sound of the almost continual wailing of the boy.
Having given Jackson twelve strokes in all, Chadwick decided that it was now time to proceed to the bedroom. "stand up!" he directed. "In there" he said pointing with the cane to the bedroom.
Mark knew what was coming and accepted the fact with as much calm as anyone could with their buttocks burning from twelve well laid on strokes of the cane.
Mark had been in this position many times before and therefore knew that he was required to get up onto Chadwick's bed on his hands and knees, and wait for the inevitable pain that would come as his bottom was violated. He was completely unprepared as the first lash of Chadwick's leather belt struck his backside and fell forward more from the shock of the unexpected, than the pain which shot through his body.
"Get up" ordered Chadwick and slowly Mark resumed his position.
"Six for talking, six for getting out of bed and four with the belt for masturbating Keller that's what I've decided on" the Prefect informed the hapless boy.
Mark closed his eyes and cringed. Each of the additional lashes with the belt seemed worse than the one that preceeded it and by the time the fourth and final lick had been administered Mark was crying. He really didn't care therefore when he felt the movement of the matress as it adjusted to Chadwick's weight being placed upon it. But was shocked by the suddenness of the penetration which followed and the pain which accompanied it. Mark fell forward finding no pleasure in the act (unlike some previous occasions) and sobbed as Chadwick pumped in and out with a savagery which surprised even the Prefect himself.
Chadwick had enjoyed the surprise with which the belt had caught Mark and had intended to be as rough in the following _s_e_x_ual encounter as possible but as he possessed the boy he realised that this was even more savage than he had intended. Certainly he and Mark had, had a lot of _s_e_x_ and the roles had been master and servant but Chadwick had always had some feeling for the boy. The relization of what he was doing now almost caused the strong Prefect to stop but his excitement would not permit that. He did however slow down the pace and ease the violence of the attack in an act of sympathy for Mark but, unlike previous occassions, when he felt around the boy's groin there was no sign of any excitement on the part of his victim. This was an event which would stand out in his memory, Chadwick knew, and decided that next time he would treat the boy with greater consideration, even affection.
Mark felt the change in tempo but didn't know and didn't care about the thoughts which were going through Chadwick's mind. Mark just wanted it to end so that he could get away and ease the pain. He uttered a sigh of relief therefore when Chadwick finally achieved his climax and waited for the Prefect to withdraw which did occur after a few moments.
Chadwick lay on the bed, sweating and exhausted and confused about the violence which had overpowered him. He wanted to explain to Mark what had happened and put one hand on Mark's back and said: "Sorry".
Mark raised his head and looked, somewhat startled at the Prefect who had just violated him and saw in Chadwick's face a look of anguish. Mark looked down the length of the long body beside him and thought about the more pleasurable times they had spent together during the year. He reached out with his right hand and placed it on Chadwick's still heaving chest and felt the sweat and heat of the athlete's body.
Chadwick turned on his side and spoke gently to Mark. "I'm really sorry for being that rough. I don't know what came over me but I just lost control, I just needed to hurt you I was jealous of what you were doing with Keller."
"We weren't doing anything except talking. We really weren't" said Mark. "Were you really jealous?"
"You must know by now how I feel about you" said Chadwick and proceeded to pour out his heart to the younger boy about the lust and emotion which he fell for Mark. After about ten minutes of a monologue he fell silent, wondering how Mark would respond.
Mark knew that there was a bond between them and that, despite the ritual beatings, there was genuine affection for him by Chadwick. "David", he said, daring to use the Prefect's christian name, "I feel the same way. I think I understand but you hurt me terribly. Please don't ever do that again."
Overcome by the forgiveness being offered, David Chadwick pulled Mark on top of him and massaged his body with both hands, taking care to avoid the boy's sore buttocks. Gradually he felt the boy relax and then felt Mark's hands roaming down his body almost as if Mark were tantalizing him. Chadwick gently rolled the boy off him and suggested that they shower together and, without anything more being said, the two went into the bathroom. Once in the shower, the two boys grabbed each other, and just stood chest to chest holding in an embrace as the water streamed over therm. Mark's head was on the taller boy's chest. Quietly Mark said, "David, will you have Evan's go easy on Hugh tomorrow he was really given a terrible time earlier tonight. He can't take any more straight away."
"If you insist" responded the Prefect "but let's not worry about that now. Will you stay the night with me so that I can make up for what I did to you?"
"But everyone will know" replied the startled boy.
"No they won't. Your been in you bed, they'll just think you came up early to get my tea. Just go and get your dressing gown and come back up. No one will ever guess unless you say something" argued Chadwick. With that he felt down Mark's body until his hands came to rest upon the evidence of the boy's excitement and he added besides, we have to take care of this".
Mark laughed, and forgetting the earlier events became quite frisky as he got out of the shower and dried himself.
Chadwick looked at the changed mood of the boy, and smiled affectionately as Mark dried himself and got into his pyjamas.
"See you in a minute" said the youngster as he rushed off to get his gown from the dormitory below.
Chadwick was aroused by the thought of their spending the night together and relieved that Mark had apparently forgiven him. David dried himself and combed his hair and then went into the bedroom and turned on the bedside lamp. He then turned out the main lights and pulled back the covers and lay on the bed, naked.
Mark returned through the main study door and quickly turned off the lights and went into the bedroom. He was quite stunned by the sight of the naked Prefect lying on top of the bed he was to share and stood and admired the bronzed body which was waitmg for him. Mark walked to the bed and got onto it. He snuggled up to the warm body of his esrtwhile tormentor hoping that this would be the start of a much more gentle relationship a hope which appeared possible to fulfill as Chadwick gently caressed him and started the process of love making which would continue for quite some time.
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