Chapter 5 of this story I wrote in 1997 appeared on the archive a day or so ago. Rather than have the "author" go to any more trouble in copying and posting my work, I thought I should post the balance from my files. Given the volume of the work, I am sure you will see that it would be impossible to write this much in the time which has elapsed since what was chapter 5 was posted.
I ask that copyright to all my stories be respected and not be reposted or plagarised in any manner without my express consent. I apologise for the 's for some reason being shown now as _s. Jamie
Chapter 6: Mark_s Story
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 immediate 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 view 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 fearful 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. And 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.
Chadwick however was also present without either boy knowing for 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 and 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 Keller_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 patiently 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 judgment and immediately assumed that the two boys were engaged in some form of _s_e_x_ual rite. As firstly 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 resistance 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.
"Come here" ordered Chadwick and Hugh turned around and moved directly in front of the Prefect. Chadwick put his hands on the boy_s hips and forced him to turn around and Hugh winced as Chadwick gave him a none too gentle pat on his sore rump. The Prefect then proceeded to run his hands over the boy_s lacerated buttocks, feeling each of the deep purple weals which covered the entire area.
"Not a bad effort" commented Chadwick, seemingly to himself, as he proceeded to quite gently spank the boy with his open hand.
Hugh gave a stifled cry as the fist of half a dozen swats descended on his arse and looked at his friend who was standing only a few feet away, clearly concerned at the prospect of his own punishment. Mark returned the glance from his friend but could only shrug his shoulders as if to say, what can I do?
Unexpectedly for Hugh the spanking stopped abruptly and Chadwick turned the boy around so that Hugh_s semi erect _c_o_c_k_ was dangling before the Prefect_s face. "Go and put on your gown", Chadwick ordered after gazing at the boy for a few moments.
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 about 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, and most certainly 6 of the best for having _s_e_x_ (of a sort) with Jackson, David realised that the boy_s arse 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 that 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 a brute and liked to make the act as uncomfortable and painful as possible. Having _s_e_x_ immediately following a sound beating would only make the pain worse Mark knew.
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?" And 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 and 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 around 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 temptation 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 arse burring 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 arse 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 what I 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 preceded 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 mattress 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 realisation 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 occasions, 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 look, 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 felt 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 together.
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 them. 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 of the evening, 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 he dried himself and got into his pyjamas.
"See you in a minute" said the youngster as he rush 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 waiting for him. Mark walked to the bed and got onto it. He snuggled up to the warm body of his erstwhile 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.
David Chadwick was feeling genuine warmth towards Mark and stroked him gently as if to reassure the boy that this would not be a repeat of their earlier encounter. He reached into the drawer of his bedside table and took out a large jar of lubricant and, having removed the screw top, gently applied it to the crevice in the boy_s arse. Slowly he worked the lotion further between the boy_s cheeks until he reached his target. Taking more of the lotion he inserted first one, and then a second finger into the boy who gave a brief grunt at the intrusion. As Chadwick started moving his fingers he looked down at Mark_s growing erection with a feeling of satisfaction that there was mutual enjoyment here.
Mark felt Chadwick_s hand and knew precisely what was going to happen and, despite the burning sensation in his arse from his beating and the discomfort of the intrusion of the Prefect_s fingers, could not help but react to the pleasurable sensations which he was experiencing. Then. quite predictably, Mark felt Chadwick_s hand move from his arse to his head, relentlessly pressing him down into the Prefect_s lap. Mark knew what was expected but it was this aspect of love making that he least enjoyed. Nonetheless Mark moved his mouth to Chadwick_s long, thick penis and started to lick it.
Chadwick really enjoyed having his boy suck on him and moaned quietly as Mark proceeded to arouse him. And despite their recent bout of _s_e_x_, David soon felt the tell tale signals of the approaching climax and pushed the boy away to avoid the explosion which was about to occur.
"Not yet" he said to Mark and reached out to the boy and started to massage his penis. When the first signs of an approaching orgasm appeared, Chadwick stopped his ministrations and rolled the boy over onto his stomach.
The sight of the boy_s well caned and strapped arse was a real turn on for the older boy and he quickly assumed his position, spreading the boy_s legs as far apart as he could. Then, to make the target even more inviting, he grabbed a pillow and shoved it under the boy to raise his arse off the bed. Chadwick was lost in lust as he slowly and deliberately pushed his way into the boy and continued the assault until he was completely embedded within the boy.
Mark yielded to the pressure to spread his legs and tried to settle himself comfortably on the pillow which was pushed under him. But there was no comfort as the Prefect entered him and relentlessly sank the entire length of his shaft into Mark_s arse which felt as if it was being stretched way beyond normal. Mark squirmed at the pain of the intrusion and took a sharp breath as the Prefect came to rest upon his well striped bottom. The warmth of the beating, combined with the heat of the body resting on him, made Make want to cry out but he knew better than to do so.
Chadwick felt the boy_s discomfort but was not interested. After resting deep within the boy for several minutes he began to withdraw and, when nearly completely out, rammed his _c_o_c_k_ back fully into the boy causing Mark to cry out with pain. Repeatedly Chadwick withdrew most of his _c_o_c_k_ and then sank it back into the boy, gradually increasing the tempo and all the while telling the boy to keep quiet.
Mark could not hold his silence as the pain of the penetration seemed to increase as did the pain of flesh striking his whipped backside. It seemed to go on for ever to Mark but it was only a short time before he felt the Prefect_s organ erupt deep within him and Chadwick_s body stopped moving as he poured out his load into Mark_s bowels.
David Chadwick had had many orgasms with Mark and other boys but couldn_t remember anything quite so intense as the climax he had achieved. But as his excitement decreased the anger he had felt earlier that evening returned, focused on the noise which the boy had made during the encounter. Knowing the link between pleasure and pain (at least from his point of view) Chadwick decided to give the boy something to really cry about and ordered the boy, who had not achieved any _s_e_x_ual relief, to get onto his hands and knees and to start masturbating.
Mark saw David get off the bed as he moved to bring himself the relief which his body sought. What he didn_t see was Chadwick pick up his heavy belt and knew nothing until the belt landed across the middle of both cheek. Mark yelped at the intense pain which seared into every fibre of his body and cried out "No" to his assailant.
"I told you to keep quiet and all you did was yell your head off. So I_m going to beat you until you come and I don_t care how long that takes" responded the Prefect.
Mark had great difficulty trying to masturbate while the belt repeatedly slashed into his tender arse and it seemed to take for ever for him to achieve the stated goal. It was only by concentrating as hard as he could on the sight of the naked Hugh Keller earlier that evening that allowed Mark to find release and for the beating from Chadwick to stop. As he exploded, Mark fell forward both in relief and in an effort to escape the lash of the belt and just lay on the bed crying.
Chadwick ceased the beating as the boy climaxed and climbed onto the bed behind the boy who was now lying with his head to one side crying his eyes out. The sigh and sound of the beating had brought David to a state of erection again and he did not hesitate in taking the boy for the third time that might. He took quite a time to achieve his goal and gave no heed to the sobbing boy beneath him. After quite some time he achieved a climax and, exhausted, rolled off the still sobbing boy.
Mark felt the Prefect_s climax deep within him but couldn_t stop his tears as he felt Chadwick withdraw and roll off him. Try as hard as he could, nothing would take away the pain he was feeling both from the belt and from the vicious _s_e_x_ual assaults. He barely heard the next instruction from the Prefect of "Get out" but as the order registered in his consciousness, he slowly slid off the bed and fumbled around for his pyjamas and gown. In desperation to escape, Mark didn_t even bother to get into his bed clothes but simply grabbed them and walked out into the corridor as quickly as he could. He trembled from the cold night air which struck him as he trudged along the corridor and back to his dormitory.
By the time he reached his bed Mark was no longer crying and could think of nothing but getting some sleep after the torment of the past hour or so. Lying carefully down on his stomach his mind could not focus on anything other than the intense pain across and in his backside. But there was a fleeting moment before he drifted into sleep when Mark remembered the intensity of the image of his friend which had brought him to climax - an image which brought him comfort and solace as the darkness of sleep descended.