"So this is the new boy?"
There were three men: the Housemaster, a teacher and a local businessman. They were all in middle age and all wore suits.
There was one schoolboy beside the new boy. His name was Angus Cameron, 14, rounded without being fat, freckly, short, red-hair. In his school uniform, of course, with long grey trousers.
And there was the new boy, whose name was Andrew Twigg. Fair, almost blonde, fair-skin, blue-eyes, pretty. In his new school uniform on his first day, wearing school shorts because longs were not allowed at first. He was the only new boy because it was two days before the start of term.
"This is the new boy," the housemaster replied to the businessman. "We know about you, Twigg. We know about you from your prep school."
They were in the businessman's house. It stood on its own, just on the edge of the school playing fields. Easy to reach - and private.
"Tell Twigg what we know about him, Cameron." The housemaster sat in a large armchair, as did the businessman and the teacher. The boys sat forward, nervous, on a settee. The men were drinking shorts.
"You fancied the little boys. You played with their dicks."
"I did not."
"You did. I know one of the little boys. He was only 9 and you were twelve."
Andrew Twigg flushed.
"See, he's blushing," the teacher said. "We know about you, Twigg.".
"Yes, we do know about you," the Housemaster said. "Shall we tell the other boys - or your father, how about your father?"
"No.. please!" Andrew begged, tears coming to his eyes.
"Looks like the boy's going to have to do The Ritual", the businessman said. "Will you do The Ritual, boy?"
"What's The Ritual?"
"It's a secret," Angus said. "I'm here because I did The Ritual. If you do The Ritual, you have to promise never to tell anyone what happened. But if you do The Ritual, you'll get a fresh start."
"I'll do it!"
"Hold on here," the businessman said. "You don't understand. The Ritual is painful and its embarrassing. And if you ever break the secret, you're life's in danger. I have ... powerful friends. Do you understand now?"
Andrew Twigg went white. He nodded, looking scared.
The men looked at one another. "I think yes", the Housemaster said, his voice thick with suppressed excitement. The Teacher nodded. The businessman lit a cigar and nodded at Angus, who turned on the lights and drew the thick velvet curtains.
"OK new boy," the businessman said, "Let's take a look at your little arse. Come here."
Andrew went over the businessman, accompanied by Angus. The businessman sat a little forward and had Andrew stand astride his thighs and the bend forward so his arms were over the kneeling Angus's shoulders - Angus was there to hold him steady.
"Hmm," the businessman said, squeezing and stroking the seat of Andrew's grey shorts, "some serious boyarse here." He patted Andrew's bottom. "Go to your housemaster, boy."
The Housemaster led Andrew to the settee, had him lie on his back and gather his knees up to his chest. From this position, he probed the seat of Andrew's shorts, particularly along its seam, where his arsecleft was. "Right, Twigg," he said, "Go to my colleague."
The schoolmaster had Andrew kneel astride his lap and put his hand down on the floor by his feet. As well as feeling Andrew's bottom over his shorts, this enabled him to see a little away under his shorts at the back - and he put his hands up there, over Andrew's underpants.
Eventually Andrew was allowed to stand. He was blushing bright red and feeling really bad.
"Now New Boy," the businessman said, "Come and sit on my lap."
Andrew did this and the businessman started to stroke his smooth bare thighs.
"Tell us what you did to the little boy..."
Sweat broke out on Andrew's brow. "I only..."
"You only what?"
"I only played with him."
The men laughed. "You only played with him - which bits of him did you play with?"
Andrew was struck dumb. He could feel his legs shaking.
"Angus, my little whoreboy, come and stand close," the businessman said.
Angus stood close.
"Point to a part of Angus's body which is the same as the part you played with on the little boy."
Andrew pointed towards Angus's crotch.
"I'm not sure what that means," the businessman said, "Point closer."
Andrew pointed very close to the slight bulge in Angus's trousers.
"Oh his DICK! Would you like to see Angus's dick?"
Andrew shook his head.
"Oh, I think you should. Undo his Zip. Go on."
Andrew was immobile.
"Oh, a troublemaker!" the businessman said, "Let's take him to our favourite room."
The businessman took Andrew off his lap, stubbed out his cigar and led them through the back kitchen across a yard to a substantial outhouse, within which several room ran off a central corridor. He opened the door into a whitewashed room with a stone floor. Andrew's blazer was taken off him and two leather wristlets strapped to his wrists. These were then tied to two rings on one wall. A trestle was pushed between Andrew and the wall, so that Andrew ended up bent over it, his arms stretched in front of him, his legs just off the ground, his arse pushed backward so it stuck out.
"What are you going to do to me?" Andrew yelled out.
The businessman showed him a black leather implement, with leather thongs. "We're going to stripe your arse bright red with this for disobeying us, " the businessman said, bringing the cat down once, enough to sting but not to hurt, on Andrew's shorts. "Please! Andrew said, "I'll do whatever you say."
They unstrapped him and led him through a different door. This was a carpeted room with mirrors on the walls. There was a bar, bar stools and black leather settees, footstools and armchairs.
They had Andrew and Angus sit on bar stools, face to face, knee to knee and sat on barstools on each side of them. "Now", the business man said, "Reach forward and unzip Angus' fly."
Andrew unzipped the fly in the grey school longs.
"Reach inside and fish his dick out of his pants."
Angus seemed quite calm. Soon his little soft dick was in the open.
"Play with it, like you played with the little boy's dick."
Andrew started to wank Angus' _c_o_c_k_. Angus quickly grew very hard.
"Kiss it," the business man said. "Kiss his dick."
Andrew bent forward and kissed Angus' _c_o_c_k_.
"Now lick it, all over, like a dog. Go on."
Andrew bent forward and licked Angus's erection. Angus moaned with pleasure and stroked Andrew's hair.
"You harlot, Angus," the business man said. "Get himself and yourself ready. We've had the starters. We're going off to change ready for the main course. New boy, you have to do exactly what Andrew tells you, or you get punished. Understand?"
Andrew nodded; the men left.
Angus went to a cupboard and drew out some clothes. For Andrew, there was a white vest, white Y-fronts and white socks. For himself, there was a black leather singlet, a black leather pouch and short black leather boots. He took Andrew to a bathroom and told him to bath and then change. He went off to another bathroom.
When they re-assembled, Angus looked very _s_e_x_y indeed. His plump but firm little arse was completely on display. "What's going to happen?" Andrew asked.
"I can't tell you that. Come on, this way."
Angus led Andrew along the passage to another door, which led down steep steps to a large stone vault. He turned the lights on - and then led Andrew to a flat box padded on top at about waist height. He told Andrew to lie on it, on his back, with him, head to toe.
They waited a while, then there were voices, then six men in masks and flowing black robes walked into the room and gathered roung the boys. They quickly stripped off their robes so they were naked;, all were rock hard and, to Andrew's eyes, enormous. Hands began to feel all over both boys' stomachs, legs, and genital areas. They weren't stripped but they were felt very thoroughly and both boys went hard in the process.
Then Angus turned on his stomach and told Andrew to lie on his stomach on top of him. This actually placed Andrew's small hairless penis, although encased in his Y-fronts, pressing inside Angus' buttocks. At which point, the men started to take it turns to spank Andrew hard, causing his dick to press up and down against Angus's anus, which was guarded, just, by the thin leather strip from his pouch. Soon, Andrew was quite sore and clinging on to Angus for comfort.
Then the men stopped and Angus suddenly found his underpants ripped down and off, before he was told to come off the box, which was then lowered just a little. While this was being done, one of the men took Andrew in his arms from behind and held him close, stroking Andrew's tits over his vest and pressing his dick quite gently up against the boy's hot bare buttocks.
Meanwhile, the men had ripped off Angus's posing pouch and had him kneeling on the padded top of the box, his head down and legs spread, his arse up in the air. Andrew was brought round to the back of Angus so he could watch the men spank Angus' upturned bottom. Then a lube tube was produced and one of the men started to slide his finger up and down inside Angus' arse. Andrew's adult "friend" was now tickling Andrew's _c_o_c_k_ and playing with his balls. Andrew felt a strange mixture of embarrassment and excitement.
Then the men started to _f_u_c_k_ Angus, who was clearly quite used to it. Andrew, of course, had never seen anything like it. At one point, the men had Andrew climb up on top of the box, stand astride Angus' arse, and watch their _c_o_c_k_s sliding in and out of Angus from on top.
When the men had finished with Angus, they gave him a towel and then, stripping off Andrew's vest, they put him in the same position on the box. At this point, Andrew was terrified, thinking the men were going to _f_u_c_k_ him, but it was Angus who gently oiled his arsehole, Angus who finger-_f_u_c_k_ed him and Angus who eventually carefully pushed his young _c_o_c_k_ up up Andrew's rectum and then _f_u_c_k_ed him with increasing enthusiasm until he shot strings of hot gism up inside Andrew's bowels.
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