The new school term was starting at Broughton Hall, the long summer holiday was over and the boys were returning from all over. The actual classes had not started, the new boys were being settled in, and some of the old boys were arriving a day or two early.
Among the early arrivals were two old boys that were entering their final year at Broughton. They had been there since they were 13; now as seniors both close to their 18th birthdays they had been chosen as Prefects and as such would have their own individual accommodations and also the privilege of having fags. Fags were junior boys usually in the 3rd or 4th forms, their duties were to fetch and carry for the seniors. It had been that way at Broughton and the other public schools since the beginning of the system.
The returning seniors, Josh Wilson, and his old friend Michael Cabot had been friends since they had first arrived at the school five years ago, and had themselves been fags to older classmen. As such they had suffered the indignities that went with the job. Both had felt the sting of the cane on their hands, and the slap of the slipper across their buttocks. This year however there were changes made. The wildly flailing canes of the Prefects in past years had caused some damage to the fragile wrists of the younger boys. Rather than risk any complications the instructions had been given to the Prefects that they were to no longer use the cane on the hands, but to punish only on the buttocks of those that were miscreants. As with the slipper the written rule was that strokes on the buttocks were to be given over the clothing normally worn.
That rule was more often than not ignored and slipperings' over underwear, Gym clothing and bare were more the norm. It was just a way of life, the big fish ate the little fish, and the little fish knew that one day they would be the big fish. So nobody made a terrible fuss, just bent obediently to be thrashed. Wilson and Cabot had adjoining quarters, and shared a common bathroom that was placed between the rooms. The rest of the individual rooms consisted of a study area, which doubled as a living room. The single bed was in a large alcove that could be closed by drawing a curtain.
The house staff had made the rooms up the first time the remainder of the time it was the boys or their fags' responsibility, and the fags collected clean linens etc on a weekly rotation. Both Wilson and Cabot had been down to the school Purser to see that their individual cash accounts had been credited with the monies their parents had sent to the school. The monies were doled out weekly as per a schedule set by the school, they had then gone to the Matron who had issued them with the tools of their trade the canes they were to use for punishments. They had listened somewhat tongue in cheek as they had been given the official school policy regarding their use. The smaller more stinging type cane was for third and fourth form boys, the heavier senior cane as it was known was for fifth form and above. The new rule was explained further, and emphasis was put on, the over clothing rule. Both boys agreed that they understood and said they would not detract from it.
Back in their rooms the two got together to have a few practice swishes on their stacked pillows. Quickly tiring of that they decided that they would give each other a light caning to get the feel of the real thing.
Wilson went first, "Right Cabot, you are getting six, over the chair, and lets have those trousers down."
"But Sir' mimicked Cabot "I must be fully clothed."
"If you want a dozen by all means leave them on, otherwise."
Cabot feigning dismay dropped his trousers and bent over the chair. Wilson took up the lighter of his two canes and walking over to Cabot. "Perhaps these should come off as well" and he slid Cabot's underwear down to the floor and told him to step out of them.
The sight of Cabot's bottom with the obvious markings of a summer at the beach caused a stirring in Wilson's loins. The two had experimented _s_e_x_ually last term and had promised each other to do so again this year.
"Are you ready?" "Yes Sir" and without further ado, Wilson gave Cabot's bottom six smarting little strokes. The effect on Cabot was that his buttocks were quite a bit warmer but not hurting, Wilson had a very hard penis, his erection obvious through his trousers. The roles were then reversed and Cabot gave Wilson's bottom six stingers. The result being that both youths now were sporting very stiff penises. The both agreed to mutually relieve each other, but could not do it in their bathroom as the Plumber was coming to replace a broken part of the shower. They agreed that they would go to the shed used to store equipment used for field sports, and relive some of their earlier experiences in that building.
The two took their time getting to the storage shed. It was a great autumn day and as they walked along, the shuttle from the train station brought another load of early arrivals. It was Friday and the term did not officially start until the following Monday so there was no restrictions on free time as yet. The local Village was out of bounds without permission though. Reaching the shed Cabot checked the lock, "good they did not fix it, we can still get in." and the two youths quickly slipped inside and pulled the door to behind them. Once inside they took a moment to let their eyes adjust to the dim interior then made their way across to the ladder that led to the loft area.
"Nothing changed just a lot more dust." Wilson sneezed. "SSHHH" admonished Cabot; " You will get Dudley after us." Dudley was the strict old Groundskeeper, and on occasion wielded a mean strap when he caught boys were they should not be. The two climbed to the loft and the little nest they had made last year was still there. It consisted of some landing pit mats and was covered with old towels someone had put up there to make room below. The boys wasted no time in getting their trousers down below the knee, and pushed their underwear down as well. The erections had gone somewhat flaccid but it took only a moment of fondling one another to bring them back to an engorged state. Wilson leaned over and taking Cabot's shirt pushed it up away from his stomach and chest area, then he clasped Cabot's now throbbing rod and proceeded to slowly stroke it up and down. He noticed that it appeared somewhat larger than at the end of last term prior to the long holiday. His free hand he slipped under Cabot and with the tip of his finger began to massage in a circular motion the sphincter of his friend. Cabot closed his eyes and moaned softly as the stroking tempo increased and his penis stiffened yet further. After a couple of minutes Cabot let out a gasp and started to buck his hips up and down in time to the stroking. Wilson sensing his friend was about to experience an orgasm concentrated his efforts on the glans of his friends' penis. Cabot bucked a couple more times then thrust his hips upward and a stream of jism shot forth onto his chest and stomach, several more bursts of his cream before tapering to a trickle down his penis. Finally his breathing became more relaxed and he looked at Wilson.
"God I had forgotten just how great you could do that, definitely worth a warming of the buttocks." He then cleaned himself and pushing Wilson back he said "OK one good turn deserves another." And took Wilson's perfectly shaped penis in his hand and started to stroke it. The youths were pretty much the same in stature weight etc the only thing that Cabot envied Wilson for was his perfect shaped penis it was gorgeous. He used his free hand to fondle and gently tug Wilson's testicles as he stroked the penis of his friend. Before too many minutes Wilson started the same thrusting gyrations that Cabot had earlier. Wilson spurted his juices onto his body, and then he too let out a deep breath and relaxed. The two adjusted their clothing and were moving to the ladder when they heard a noise at the door.
"Oh crap we are caught." Said Cabot, "SSSHHH" admonished Wilson he was the calmer of the two heads in tight spots such as this. He pulled Cabot down to the nest and peeked over the side of the loft. The door opened and three boys came in, Cabot recognized them as fourth form from last term.
Josh Adams, Travis Wade, and Tim Crystal the three were chuckling and saying that they were glad the lock was still broken. Finally Josh said that he was sure to win as he had been practicing all summer and was really good. The other two just laughed and said that they figured the only way to settle it was to have a contest.
"OK lets do it then before they ring the dinner bell" the three then went over to a wall opposite the two youths in the loft, who now had a perfect view of the three downstairs.
Josh Adams asked "we going for first or furthest?" Travis said lets do furthest, you already have a hard on". The three started to drop their trousers and shorts. In the loft Wilson and Cabot smiled and looked at one another, Cabot whispered, "A jack off contest I'll be _d_a_m_n_ed." "Shhh !" Wilson nudged him.
By now the three others had all managed erections and were vigorously stroking their penises. It did not take but a couple of minutes and Josh grunted and thrusting his hips forward sent a stream of his white juice across the room. The furthest drop a good three feet in front of him. Travis Wade was the next to ejaculate, and his effort fell well short of Josh's, Then Crystal erupted and the drops in the dust were very close to those of Josh.
"Measurement." Shrilled Crystal, "Quiet" the others admonished. Adams took a piece of twine and handed the end to Travis, "Hold this against the wall" and when Travis was in place he stretched the string to the spot of on the floor in front of his place. Then they moved over to Crystals spot and measured again. Crystal let out a whoop, as the spot in front of his stand was further by a half inch. He was jumping up and down with his trousers down around his knees; the other two were trying to get theirs back up and telling Crystal to be quiet.
A shaft of sunlight leapt across the room as the door was jerked open, the three boys froze, their jaws dropped. And Dudley's voice boomed, "Just what are you doing in here?" Before they could answer Dudley saw their semi hard penises the wet spots on the floor. "Jacking off, what are you thinking of? I have to report this, some sort of record three on the punishment book two days before term " He laughed and shook his head.
"Please Dudley don't report it." Begged Wade, he was worried about starting off a new term in the book. He had a really sore bottom most of the previous term and had determined to rest it a little this one. Dudley looked at the three still with their trousers down, a sorry sight.
"Alright this once I will not report it, but you pass the word that if I catch anyone in here at all this term. They get a touch up with my belt, and then I march them to the duty Prefect, where I guarantee they will get a good thrashing. Understood?"
"Yes Dudley Sir" and the three started to the door trying to get their trousers up.
"Just a minute, I said I wouldn't report you, you are in for a good belting now get over here." Dudley pointed to a large cable reel that lay on its side, "Get that over here" pointing to a spot in the middle of the floor. The three boys wrestled the reel into place. "Good now get your trousers and underwear down again then spread yourselves around that reel. Won't be as much fun this time they're down that's for sure. "
The three boys spread themselves around the reel. "Now bend over." They obeyed and bent over the reel their heads touching in the middle. "Anyone of you move till you're told and we go back to the first stroke, period. "You are going to get very sore arses"
Without further ceremony Dudley pulled his belt out of the loops on his waistband. It made little slapping noises as it came out. He doubled it and gave it a loud snap. Three boys plainly jumped at the sound.
"You are going to each get six strokes, heavy ones, they're going to hurt like hell I will see to that. What you were doing is normal for boys your age. I am not whipping you for that; you are being whipped for being in here. It's dangerous, and you have made a mess on the floor that I have to work on. I'm going to make you sore." He raised the belt high then brought it crashing on Josh Adams fully formed buttocks. Josh let out a shriek, "Oh my God." Then Travis Wade's buttocks turned into a ball of fire, and he groaned loudly. Tim Crystal heard the other two, and was terrified a heartbeat before his own private agony was shared with a shrill scream. Then it was Josh's turn again, another angry wide red stripe blossomed across his youthful buttocks. This time he managed to keep it down to a groan, Travis OHH!'d with his. Tim another scream. It went on Dudley circling the reel and its miserable burden, when the sixth searing stripe of heat finally cut across Tim Crystal's bottom the three were in tears.
"Now get out of here, and don't come back, pass the word what is waiting for them if anyone else wants in here now go."
Three boys jumped up and furiously rubbing their buttocks pulled up their clothing and limped away. Dudley went to the door and yelled at his assistant, "Fred get over here and fix this lock please." Fred came over and the sound of hammering started. Wilson and Cabot looked at each pale faced. With the lock fixed they were locked in. The erections they had, and had fondled while watching the whipping scene below were now mere limp buttons of flesh.
The hammering stopped, the two heard a conversation but could only clearly hear Dudley thank Fred, and tell him he could go home. They waited to hear the lock put on and nothing happened for a couple of minutes. Then the door opened again and Dudley reappeared. The two watched as Dudley walked into the center of the floor stood by the reel. Then looking right at the loft Dudley cleared his throat and said.
"Alright I saw five boys come in here and only three have left, so that means there are two of you still hiding. Now it is plain you are not down here so you must be in the loft. You have 30 seconds to show yourselves and come down, or I lock the shed and come back in the morning with the Headmaster, and Senior Prefect. Wilson whispered to Cabot, "Stay quiet he's bluffing". A minute passed and Dudley said, "You had your chance, good night" he started to the door.
Cabot jumped up and yelled, "OK we will come down." Wilson's looks were venomous his friend had wimped out. Dudley turned around and looked up as the two boys started down the ladder. Reaching the bottom they stood facing Dudley.
"What were you doing up there? You playing with yourselves as well?"
"No Sir" they both lied in unison. "Smoking," asked Dudley, again a denial from both youths.
"Turn out your pockets." The two emptied their pockets onto the reel, Dudley checked and could see nothing that was connected to smoking.
"Well did you see what happened to those others?" "Yes Sir" "Very well you two are seniors, are you Prefects as well?" Again "Yes Sir". "Well in most cases I would treat you the same, but you know better, so that calls for stronger measures. I know you got new canes this year, but they are not heavy enough for you two so just wait right here and I will be back." Without anything further Dudley walked to the door, and left locking it behind him.
Wilson sat on the reel, and looked at Cabot, before he could start berating his friend Cabot spoke. "I'm sorry, but if we had been locked in overnight, and the Head came in the morning. We would be on the way home before the first bell on Monday. My Father would have been furious and whipped my bare bottom for a week."
Wilson said "OK I know your dad is a tyrant, so it's alright. I would have got beat like hell as well." The two sat on the reel and awaited the return of Dudley