The party in the dorm was in full swing, music and laughter filling my ears, as I sat securely tied to a bog seat. Each time a boy visited the loo I was treated to some mockery. Some just looked at me, my head and shoulders sticking above the bog cubicle, laughing and enjoying the sight of their former prefect, trussed up, cleavage gagged and waiting for further punishment. Darkness began to fall so I knew it was past 8 o'clock. Lights out at 9 0'clock, so they still had one hour to deal with me, and just as that occured to me the washroom lights went on. Lead by Paul Danvers, a group of junior marched in.
"Bring him out here," ordered Danvers, placing an omnious looking paper bag on the floor. Untied from the bog I was made to hop, with my ankles still bound, until I stood in the middle of the washroom surrounded by five or six boys. Some were missing, but I was still helpless to resist and I could only watch as black boot polish and a stiff bristle brush were produced from the bag. Behind me three boys had begun to thread a stout length of rope under my arm pits, which was then past round my chest and tied off at the back. The free end was then slung over one of the plumbing hooks in the ceiling and fearfully I could guess what they intended. With three sturdy youngsters pulling hard on teh rope I was hoisted until only my tip toes touched the ground. "Higher," commanded Danvers and with one more tug I was swinging two or three inches above the ground. As I started to buck and twist, two boys grabbed my legs and held me firm, while Danvers stood in front of me armed with a pair of scissors. He had me suspended at perfect working height, as he got to work clipping away my teenage brush. Pubic hair fell to the floor as I was reduced to a truly hairless junior boy. "Might as well make you looklike a first year Grey." I hung limp at the end of the rope, humbled by a fourteen year old as he removed my first signs of manhood. His task completed, I heard a scuffling noise behind me and, as if to satisfy my curiosity Iwas swung round. My eyes, despite my perilous state, wideded in surprise. Held by the remainder of the boys, was Billings, trussed and gagged with his underpants and, like me, naked from shirt tails to stocking tops. His face was bright red, and his eyes, full of panic as they stared up at me. A few moments later, Billings was swinging on the end of a rope along side me, while his lower regions were rendered hairless also. With us both now at his mercy, Danvers first approached me with his tin of black polish and stiff brush. They had to hang onto my legs as I bucketed and squirmed with pain.
"Aaaaagh! Ooooohhhhh!" my screams were audible, even behind a gag, and it only served to encourage Danvers to brush in polish even harder. The effects started to cause a throbbing in my _c_o_c_k_, until a firm, stiff shaft made Danvers task easier. Well BLACKBALLED, I was swung round, to have my bare bottom presented, to also have a layer of thick polish applied to both cheeks. Finally, Danvers came and stood on a stool facing me, grasping a tin of Mansion Red Tile polish in his hand.
"One word Grey. Just one word and I'll have your but spanked so hard it will turn red again," he warned me, at the same time removing my gag. I kept my mouth firmly shut, while he used the gag stocking to apply red polish to my face. I could not understand the switch from black to red polish, but the pungent stench of polish filled my nostrils as my entire faced received a covering. "Open your mouth," ordered Danvers. "Wider...wider!" I obeyed, until my mouth was stretched painfully as wide as I could open it. Laughing at my stupified expression Danvers pushed a large, bright yellow, lemon into my mouth and secured it in position with cellotape wrapped round and round my head. His handiwork on me complete, Billings was then given a similar treatment. We were then turned to face each other, in order we could see what each other looked like. Our faces resembled large red spots, with yellow mattering heads!!! The two most arrogant, self important pupils at St. Bart's had been reduced to human spots. To make sure we fully appreciated their power over us we where then swung back and forth, pushed and prodded, with our stiff _c_o_c_k_s even used as handles to twist us round. Only the sound of the lights out bell brought a conclusion to our agony. Before they left us, we were lowered until our toes just touched ground and turned to face each other.
"Oooooogh...hummmph," splutterd Billings, when we were alone. I did'nt even try to answer, but tottered on tip toe, wondering if we had to spend the night like this. I had no sooner thought about it, when the door opened, to reveal Paul Danvers, dressed in only pyjama trousers. I groaned, but he crossed the room and stood in front of Billings. He took his still stiff _c_o_c_k_ and worked it up and down, but, all awhile staring up at me. He was using Billings to torment me as I knew he fully intend to wank me also.
"Oooooommm....ppppplleeeee" I tried to beg him as he crossed to me, Billings now hanging like a jointof dead meat.
"Like your notice says, _f_u_c_k_ YOU GREY," he said and his hand grasped my _c_o_c_k_ hard. Up and down, my whole body trembling, until I arched stiffly. My ultimate humiliation was completed. His work done we were both lowered to the floor and our bonds released. Instinct made us reach to our gags, but we were only allowed to remove the cellotape, so we had to stand facing our master with lemons still in our mouths. Both free we could have easily overcome this junior boy, but we both knew, a snap of his fingers would bring his willing army to his assitance. We had to obey his every wish. He watched, as we showered, painfully removing all the polish he had so expertly applied, then as if he was our prefect, he subjected us to three minutes cold dousing.
"Right Billings, scat," he ordered, not even allowing him time to dry off, but Billings needed no second invite adn ran off still with a lemon wedged firmly into his mouth.. "You can remove you gag now Grey."
"Agh! Thank you Danvers," I replied, very glad to be rid of the unwanted fruit.
"Right, kneel down in front of me...and put your hands on your head."
Meekly I obeyed, my eyes widening, as I came face to face with a large pyramid forming at the front of his pyjama's. He was obviously enjoying having me under his total control.
"Ohh!" I couldn't help wincing as he dropped his pants and allowed his youthful, erect and throbbing _c_o_c_k_ to almost rub my nose.
"Now open your mouth boy!" he demanded.
"Please Danvers," I moaned, but I knew I had no choice, so as I slowly opened my mouth wide once again, I was wearing a gag of a very different kind.
"Right Grey. I'll be a senior next term, with my own private study, and you will report to me every day. Understand?"
"Uuuummmmmm."
"You are to be my unofficial fag and, even more important, my personal jerk off boy readu to service me when ever I require you."
"Uuuuummmmm." I replied, nodding my head up and down, which had the added bonus for Danvers of starting my duties early.
"Good boy! Now keep up the good work, because if you fall below standard I'll have to give you a through spanking, won't I Grey. AAaaaaaagha!!!!!"
THE END.
Note: I have left school now and found employment, as a junior clerk, in a firm of accountants called, WATSON, WATSON & DANVERS. My immediate senior is teh son of one of teh partners!!!!!