The days turned into weeks, my term as an overgrown junior boy slowly passing, but with some new humiliation almost daily. Danvers and company began to treat me as just another junior, which was embarrassing in its self, but at least they appear to have forgotten their threat to punish me further. Billings, my former liuetenant, turned into a complete swine, as he also escaped punishment, then started to become more dismissive of me, even joining in with the taunts.
The last Friday of term arrived and, as classes always end at midday prior to holidays, we not only had the afternoon free, but also dorm parties in the evening. Immediately after lunch, while others chatted in small groups, I made straight for the dormitory. I knew it was Matron's practice to lay out boys private home clothes on their beds, while they were in morning school, so I hoped mine would be awaiting me. The dorm was empty and , as expected all my own clothes were laid out neatly on my bed. Hardly able to wait and get back into longs I pulled off my school blazer, opened my locker door in search of a coat hanger, but then, stopped abruptly. Inside the door was pinned a foot square piece of white card, bearing large black letters in felt tip, which read "_f_u_c_k_ YOU GREY." My heart rate increased almost instantly, as I also became aware I was no longer alone. Swinging round a group of about six juniors had gathered behind me. This was no time for heroics, so, dodging through a gap between them and the door I made a bid to escape. Before I reached the door, Danvers and the remaining troops blocked my exit. I was trapped!
"Pay back time Grey," said Danvers smiling,"you did'nt really think we were letting you off did you?" None of these junior boys stood shoulder high to me and, just for a moment, I thought I might be able to repel them. But in truth I was no match for fourteen sturdy schoolboys, who pushed and pulled me as if I was rag doll. Behind me, and out of my view, Danvers had a washing line rope formed into a large loop, which he deftly dropped over my head and around my arms and chest. With one hard pull he pinned my arms to my sides, after which his well organised army spun me round, quickly winding the rope from my chest down to my waist. I was left with my hands sticking out like two paddles, while in panic at my situation, I twisted and struggled, trying to free myself. They all just stood back examining my helpless state. "Rights chaps," commanded Danvers, "lets have his bags off!"
"Oh no! Please...please," I pleaded desperately, but they unfastened my trousers, forced me to the floor and hoisted my legs into the air. Unceremoniously, first my trousers, then my white y-fronts came down and completely off, before they stood me back up on my feet. With my shirt pulled up high by the rope around me, my bottom and _c_o_c_k_ were on full display, much to the amusements of my attackers. "Please don't do this. I'm sorry....about before I mean. I can make it up to you...all of you. Just please....please let me go." I sounded pathetic, but I was desperate.
"Just shut up Grey," said Danvers,"and take your punishment like a man."
"Lets gag the big bugger," suggested Elvington, picking up my white underpants and, with a big grin, handed them to his leader.
"No! No you not to do that. Look I'll keep quiet...I won't....uuuummmmm, uugha, ummmphhhh." Danvers forced the cloth into my mouth, cutting me off mid-sentence. While he stuffed as much y-front into my mouth as he could, one of the others produced a long school stocking from my laundry. Wearing half my briefs in my mouth, and with the other half sticking out under my nose, they tied the stocking over the gag and knotted it tightly behind my head. My state caused much amusement as they watched me twisting and writhing, all the time emitting stiffled objections, until eventually, realising the hopelessness of my position, I gave up. I stood before them, tightly bound, wearing a very effective gag in my mouth and, now completely at their mercy. To enhance their ridicule even more, the card from the locker door was strung round my neck declaring "_f_u_c_k_ YOU GREY." Simmonds, another first year, picked up my school cap, dislodged in the scuffle, and pulled it tight onto my head. They all laughed, as they lifted me bodily, standing me with bound ankle on the table in the middle of the room. With me as the new dorm decoration, they left me standing, while they went off to change into their own clothes. When Danvers returned to take his seat at the head of the table he was replendant in long trousers.
"Well Grey," he said,"whats it like on the receiving end for a change?" I made no attempt to answer as I realised it only served to make me look even more pathetic. "What do you think we should do with you? I think we should let the others decide that don't you?" When everyone was seated back round the table my trial began. Each boy in turn recounted what I had done to them. Shamefully, I realised only one boy did not speak, all the rest having suffered my bullying when I had been a prefect. Shame was followed by fear, as I concluded their judgement was going to be severe. To no ones surprise I was declared guilty.
"Well," declared Danvers, happy with the verdict,"since everyone appears to have suffered your attentions, its only right they all share your punishment. I sentence you to The Gauntlet." A cheer went up and I was lifted from the table and carried to the top of the room. Danvers and Simmonds rearranged the rope round my ankles turning it into a hobble, so that although I could take steps, they were restricted to two or three inches. Simmonds. the only boy present not to have been a victim of mine, was elected to lead me round, while the rest all took their places at the ends of their beds. On the word of command the first year boy pulled hard on my tie and I had no choice but follow, scampering along after him. First passing Danvers, he landed a hard WHACK with a table tennis bat on my left bum cheek, causing me to let out a muffled yelp from behind my gag. Next a plimsoll, on the same cheek, then a ruler. All on my left cheek, until my bottom on one side was as red as beetroot, and the other, white as snow. Crossing the dorm, I started down the next file, who took it upon themselves to try and turn my right cheek into a redder glow than my left. With one lap completed it was declard a draw. Elvington recommended a second lap, so Danvers took over as my leader, allowing Simmonds a chance at swating my bottom.
"Run him Paul," someone called out. With a broad smile Paul Danvers complied with the request and set me off, scurrying along as fast as I could go without falling over. Run in this fashion the flesh of my buttocks quivered with every step and my _c_o_c_k_ bounced up and down painfully. Even at speed no boy missed the target, so by the end of lap two, my behind was a sea of stinging pain. A final lap of dishonour was made round the room, this time I was offered taunts and jeers instead of smacks. The sound of the tea bell from the hall below caused a tempory silence. For a brief moment I thought my torment would end. They would have to release me to attend tea!
"Bring him over to his bed," ordered Danvers, "and tie him to a chair."
In dismay I realised I was not going down to tea. Further more, it was last day of term, when traditionally boys were allowed to skip house tea and go into town instead. Nobody's absence would cause a moments thought. I was still a prisoner, and left under the guard of Elvington and Craven, the two youngest first years. They were promised plenty to eat at the party later, but they required no encouragement, only too please to be left with me in their total power. With the three of us left alone my mind began racing, desperate at my situation, left in charge of two boys I had only recently subjected to a particularily unpleasant initiation cermony. If they recalled this episode I was in the unenviable position of being bound, gagged and helpless. As they appraoched me I decided humility and supplication was my only hope.
"Uuuuummmph....ughaaaa. Uuuuummm...ughaaa." I felt totally stupid, but I was desperate.
"Whats up Grey," inquired Elvington, "do you want me to take your gag off?"
"Ummmm Ummmmmmm," I nodded affirmingly. I was surprised when he obliged and removed my gag. "Ohhh...thanks....thanks boys...really. I won't forget this."
"No you certainly won't," confirmed Elvington, while Craven released me from the chair. Taking a firm hold of my ear I was encouraged to stand and move into the middle of the room. Elvington picked up one of my own plimsolls, then stood along side me. They both looked up at me expectingly.
"What?" I asked, "what do you want?"
"Oh I think you know what you going to do," said Craven. I stood my ground, not wishing to be ridiculed by two twelve year old schoolboys. Without warning WHACK. WHACK. two hard swats with my plimsoll rewarmed my bottom. "Do you need some more encouragement."
"No please...please don't spank me again...I'll do what you want." I was to be subjected to my own new boy initiation cermony. Slowly, I hopped, from one foot to the other.
"Come on,"complained Simmomds,"faster than that. We want to see you really dancing!" A wave of the plimsoll was enough to get me moving faster.
"And higher!" High and fast my legs performed the required Chicken Dance. Recalling the name of this humiliating performance I was aware I was not fulfilling all the required elements...worse so did my two guards.
"We cannot hear you Grey!" Holding my head high, trying to hold on to some sort of dignity, I was made to include all the elements of Chicken Dancing.
"_c_o_c_k_. _c_o_c_k_. _c_o_c_k_-a-doodle-do." I called out.
"Oh louder than that Grey."
"_c_o_c_k_! _c_o_c_k_! _c_o_c_k_-a-doodle-dooo! _c_o_c_k_! _c_o_c_k_! _c_o_c_k_-a-doodle-doooo! _c_o_c_k_! _c_o_c_k_! _c_o_c_k_-a-doodle-doooo!" On I went, dancing wildly and clucking like a _c_o_c_k_ chicken. As we all looked at each other my sence of ridicule began to stir me. The dancing was making my _c_o_c_k_, not only bounce, but stiffen. I tried to think of something else, but it got harder and harder. As the others began to arrive back from tea I had a full erection bouncing hideously up an down. Pleadingly, I looked at Elvington and Craven, hoping they would give me permission to stop dancing, but of course they were enjoying putting me on display and illustrating their complete control over me. In the end I turned to Danvers for help. "Please Danvers, ask them to stop....please...I cannot keep this up."
"Oh! I thought you were doing quite well," he laughed, eyeing my stiff erection. "OK, let him stop guys...I think we all know he's a real chicken. Just one thing Grey. Who said you could speak?"
"Sorry...I'm sorry I forgot. I'll keep quite I promise."
"Thats true," said Danvers picking up my discarded briefs.
"Oh no....please no...please don't make me wear a gag again..I beg you. I won't speak..honestly"
"The gags not to keep you quiet Grey. No one is going to help you anyway. No, the gag is only to humiliate you. So you can only speak when I decide you can, see. Besides, it makes you look really stupid. Tell you what though, I'll let you off the pants. Now open your mouth!" I obeyed, knowing the gag would be forced in if I did not, so with my mouth wide apart, he pulled the stocking between my jaws, so tight it distorted my face to look like a grinning mask. Still tightly bound and with my mouth now clevage gagged they marched me into the washrooms where I was secured to a toilet seat. Everyone left to start the their party, except Paul Danvers, who stood looking down at me.
"Ughaaa...uummmmmm," I pleaded with him, tears forming in my eyes.
"Poor old Grey," he said "whatever will we do next." Without saying any more he crossed over to the urinals and took a pee. He then turned and, wide eyed, I watched him return with his own _c_o_c_k_ still hanging out of his fly. He stopped fully displaying himself in front of my face. "Remember this do you Grey?" Redressing himself, he turned and left me alone. I had no idea what he meant, did I remember....... Slowly my mind went back. Oh no!! A terrible memory came flooding back. When I was first promoted to senior I was extremly jealous of a young first year, so popular, I decided to bring him down a peg or two. Too cowardly to act alone, I recuited Billings and we marched our victim into the old deserted Sports Pavillion. After trussing him up we gave the cheeky youth a through BLACKBALLING!!! Black boot polish was brushed all over his young _c_o_c_k_ and balls, finishing the tin off on his bottom and face. Our victim was Paul Danvers!!! Filled with fear I twisted and squirmed trying to free myself. Surely....he could not intend.......
(To be continued.......)