"Jilks," Tyrer said, "can assist us in our task with you, Proudlove. Both of you follow me."
Tyrer led the still erect Jilks and Richard back into the house by another entrance and along to a small common room, where two boys sat watching TV. they looked 14 or 15; each had dark hair, smooth skin, brown eyes. Each wore tight-fitting black leather shorts, short black leather waistcoats, open at the front, red long socks and black leather mocassins. They were identical twins.
"Here we have Appleton 1 and Appleton 2," Tyrer said. "They are senior boys - prefects in fact - which means they have been through all the punishments, they know how to obey and now they get the reward of helping me with nasty little oiks like you, Proudlove, and the still unreconstructed Jilks, whose penis, I observe, is still in a state of resolute tumescence. Appletons, are you in the mood for some entertainment?"
"Yes, Sir!" they chorused enthusiastically, rising from their seats.
"Then follow me," Tyrer ordered.
All four followed Tyrer out of the school at the side, down through a shrubbery, past greenhouses where young boys worked completely naked, some with obviously red arses, through a small thicket into a clearing, where a padlocked wooden gate, which Tyrer opened then locked behind them, led to a large single-storey wooden pavion, with a wooden verandah its entire length. The front door was labelled "The Play Room." Tyrer unlocked it and led them all in, closing the door and locking it behind them.
Only when inside, in pitch blackness, did Richard realize what had been strange about the building: there were no windows, anywhere.
Tyrer clicked on some lights. They were in a small reception area, with benches. Richard saw that all the walls were padded. Sound was curiously dead. On the walls, there were large line drawings, of naked boys being spanked, caned, and punished with other instruments. And there was a sign, "Not the play room: The Punishment Room." Richard felt cold inside. The twins were grinning. Jilks still had an erection but was otherwise expressionless.
Telling them to wait where they were, Tyrer and the Appletons went through a door, locking it behind them. Jilks, sitting next to Richard, reached out a hand and put it straight onto the front of Richard's shorts.
"Stop it!" Richard said, thoroughly embarrassed, clawing the hand off him. Jilks looked woebegone and hung his head.
An electric motor whirred and a small panel suddenly moved back to reveal a TV screen. A video came on. It was a video featuring Jilks.
Jilks was shown lying on some kind of table, on his back. There were several boys round him. He was fully clothed, in grey shorts and socks, grey shirt, school tie, black leather shoes.
The boys pounced on him and started to undress him. Jilks resisted fiercely, wriggling and writhing and flailing. But there were so many hands clawing at him that very quickly his shoes and socks were off, his tie was off, his shirt was completely unbuttoned and his shorts were unzipped.
There followed a real struggle to get his shorts off, Jilks clamping his thighs together and folding one leg over the other, but while he was concentrated on this, they hauled off his shirt. As he turned his attention to his upper half, they suddenly separated his legs and hauled off his shorts, leaving him naked except for his white underpants. With Jilks held down, scissors were produced and his underpants cut in half and ripped off. Finally they turned him over across the table and Tyrer appeared with his cane. Just as he had administered his first stroke, the film faded.
Richard looked at Jilks. He was playing with his dick. Richard realised, to his horror, that he was doing the same.
Tyrer unlocked the door and walked back in. He beckoned them into a long corridor. He locked the door after them. The first door was labelled "Registration". He led Jilks and Richard in and locked it after them. The twins were already there, seated behind a table. Tyrer sat to one side of the table and had Jilks sit to the other. "Stand before the table, hands behind your back", Tyrer ordered. "The Appletons are in charge of your registration. You call them Sir and obey them totally if you wish to avoid severe punishment."
The Appletons had some kind of form in front of them and took it in turn to ask questions and give orders, writing things down from time to time:
"Why are you here?"
"Because my headmaster sent me to be punished, Sir."
"What did you do wrong?"
Richard blushed.
"WHAT DID YOU DO WRONG?!"
"I.. I was in charge of a dormitory and I showed the younger boys how to... wank ... and a teacher came in when we were all wanking together...Sir."
"How long have you been wanking?"
"A bit over a year, Sir."
"Can you make creamy white sperm?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Have you ever tasted any creamy white sperm?"
The question shocked Richard. "No Sir."
"Has anyone ever tasted your creamy white sperm?"
"No Sir."
"Take out whatever you have in your pockets."
Richard produced a toffee, some coins and a handkerchief. These were solemnly sealed in an envelope and he was made to sign for them.
"Put your hands on your head."
"Keep them there while Jilks does a body search."
His dick still red and erect in his clear plastic pants, Jilks felt Richard's chest and back all over; put his hands in Richard's shorts pockets and fished around, making sure he contacted Richard's dick; spread his legs and felt up the legs of his shorts; probed the seat of his shorts; probed under his scrotum; probed the front of his shorts.
Richard was now bright red.
"Stand closer to the table."
Richard moved forward until he was almost touching the table.
"Take out his dick, Jilks."
Richard's eyes opened wide. Grinning happily, Jilks unzipped Richard's fly, fished inside, worked his way into Richard's Y-fronts and hauled out his soft dick."
"Move right against the table."
Richard moved forward, Jilks still holding his penis.
"Put it down on the table, Jilks."
Jilks put Richard's small soft dick on the table.
A twin produced a marker pen, reached forward, held Richard's circumcised dick, and drew a small face on his dick head. Then each twin put their initials on his soft shaft.
"Put it away for him, Jilks."
Jilks returned and stuffed Richard's willy back into his underpants, then doing up his zip.
"When did you last have a _s_h_i_t_, Proudlove?"
"This morning, Sir."
"Good. When did you last have a shower or bath?"
"Last night Sir, a bath."
"Right. Come and stand against this wall. You can take your hands down. Jilks take out his dick again."
Jilks repeated his task. Richard's soft willy dangled ridiculously out of his fly.
"Hold this in front of you."
They gave him a slate on which was written, "Proudlove, age 13, about to be stripped of his dignity." He was photographed.
"Right," Jilks said, "Well done Appletons. Let's go down to the next room."
There was a very explicit sign on the door of the next room. It said, 'This is the room where naughty boys get stripped bollocks-naked.' Underneath, there was a black and white photo of a young boy, hands on head, his underpants at his knees, wearing no other clothes. They led Richard in, locking the door after them.
There was a high stool with a plastic seat, no back, in the centre of the room, on a round red rug. Richard was directed to sit on it - and Tyrer switched on a spotlight above the stool, so he was bathed in white light. Jilks was told to stand by Richard's stool. The Appletons and Tyrer sat in armchairs a little way back, facing the stool, and the main lights were dimmed so Richard could only see Jilks and nothing of his audience.
To Richard's right, on a side wall, Richard suddenly saw the projection of his blue canvas shoes, resting on the lower metal bar of the stool. The Appletons started to give their instructions again:
"Proudlove, we're going to strip you naked. How do you feel about that?"
"Not good, Sir."
"You'd like us not to?"
For a moment Richard experienced a glimmer of hope. "Please Sir."
"Ask us nicely. Say what you don't want us to do."
"Please Sir, don't undress me."
"Oh dear, poor kid. Put your arm round him, Jilks."
Jilks put his arm round Richard's shoulders. The picture on the wall switched to Jilks' little dick, which was rapidly going from soft to hard.
"Kiss his cheek to make him feel better."
Jilks implanted a lingering wet kiss on Richard's cheek. The picture went back to Richard's shoes.
"Proudlove, we're really sorry and all that, but we can't bend the rules for you. It's our job in here to get you bollocks naked, so you feel really exposed and embarrassed. Jilks, you know the score, the camera shows you where to go. Take off Proudlove's shoes."
Jilks knelt and unlaced Richard's shoes, prising them off his feet, revealing more of his light blue short socks.
"Where will the camera go next? Guess, Proudlove." The wall was blank.
"My socks?"
"No, not yet. Give him another sloppy kiss on his cheek for getting it wrong, Jilks." As Jilks kissed him, a picture of Jilks' little arse, encased in its plastic panties, flashed across the screen. Then the picture showed Richard's tie.
"Take off your own tie, Proudlove. Give it to Jilks - and undo the top button of your shirt." Jilks took the blue tie and placed it in one of Richard's shoes. Richard undid his top shirt button. He was beginning to sweat.
"Where's the camera going next?"
"My shirt?"
"You're right!" He saw the picture of his white shirt. "Jilks, pull it out of his shorts, unbutton it and take it off. Let's see some bare flesh."
Jilks quickly did his job, raised the shirt triumphantly in the air and put it down on top of the other clothes.
"A very attractive torso. Turn round on the stool so we can see your back, Proudlove."
"A most well-made back - congratulations, Proudlove. Yes, Jilks - we know you fancy him - you can stroke his back and front. Just let him, Proudlove - or else."
Jilks started to feel Richard's back and belly, then he reached down to feel the front of his shorts..
"STOP!" Tyrer yelled. "We did not tell you to do that Jilks. Come off the stool, Proudlove."
Tyrer stalked to the centre of the room. "Bend across the stool, Jilks."
The twins came up and knelt to hold Jilks' arms and legs in place. Tyrer heaved down his pants and started to cane. He inflicted four strokes, red weals appearing across Jilks'little arse. Jilks was screaming for the last two strokes.
"Now stand," Tyrer ordered.
Tear-stained Jilks sood, his pants around his ankles. "Pull them back up and do your job properly in future," Tyrer muttered, returning to his seat.
Richard sat back on the stool, just in his cordouroy shorts and blue socks.
"Where's the camera going next?"
"My socks?"
"Wishful thinking, Proudlove."
The camera focussed on his dark blue cordouroy shorts, showing his navel above and his thighs below.
"Before long, Proudlove, you are going to be in your white underpants and your socks. Think about that."
A quick succession of pictures on the wall, showed a series of young boys just in their underpants.
"Undo his belt," Jilks.
Jilks made haste to do this. The camera focussed on the red weals on his bottom.
"Now his top button and zip".
Jilks did the business.
"Stand up, Proudlove, so your shorts fall to your ankles - and stand aside, Jilks."
Richard stood and his shorts dropped. The wall buzzed with pictures of Richard in his white Y-fronts from several angles.
"Shuffle round, let's see your arse."
Richard shuffled round.
"Bend forward, hands on knees."
Richard did.
"Nice litle boy arse!"
"Take off your shorts and put it with your other clothes and sit on the stool."
Richard sat back on the stool, feling vulnerable now.
"Soon we're going to have your pants off!"
"Then you'll be naked."
"Ready for us to do what we want to do next."
"Your bare arse sitting on the plastic seat."
"Your dick in full view."
"And your balls."
"Stand up Proudlove and turn your back to us."
Richard stood and turned so they could see the seat of his underpants.
"Pull the back of your pants down so they're just below your bum cheeks, but don't pull the front right down."
Richard did this, revealing sweet, round, white arsecheeks.
"Now turn round."
He turned round.
"Jilks, strip them down to his ankles."
Jilks did this. Richard was hairless, his _c_o_c_k_ still soft, but perfectly shaped, with well-developed balls.
"Step out of your pants, put them with the pile and sit back on the stool."
Richard did this, planting his bare butt on the stool.
"Open your legs a little."
Richard opened his legs. Pictures again began to move on the wall, showing him from all angles and even his dick and balls in close-up.
"Jilks, take off his socks."
Jilks did this.
"Now Jilks has been very kind to you, helping you to be totally stripped in front of us. Thank him."
"Thank you, Jilks."
"Good, but he deserves another reward. Go over to Jilks and take his pants down and off."
Richard removed Jilks plastic pants. Jilks was naked and erect.
"Sit sideways on the stool, Jilks, with your legs a bit apart."
Jilks did this, his little dick sticking up in profile.
"Now, you're going to bend forward, with your arms round Jilks and your hands on the top of his arsecheeks and put his dick in your mouth. Don't think to argue - you saw what happened to Jilks."
Nervously, Richard did as he was told.
"Now slide your tongue around his dick and slide your mouth up and down on it, like you're wanking him with your mouth... good ... and keep that going until Jilks starts jumping round like crazy and we tell you to stop. He won't come any liquid - he'll just get the feeling."
Richard set to work on Jilks' dick. He came to climax very quickly, yellng out, writhing and wriggling.
Eventually, Richard was allowed to stop.
[End of Part Two]
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