Happy New Year to all - Jamie
30 James
Alexander and I slept soundly despite the pain we had endured and, apart from a great deal of discomfort in our respective nether holes and a dull throbbing across our rears, we were relatively grateful for the ointment that Bentley had provided to aid our recovery. When we had completed our ablutions and dressed in a fresh pair of hose that had appeared sometime during the night, we went downstairs and were provided with a fine breakfast. Bentley was apparently away from the house and Alexander and I were able to talk with the staff with a fair degree of liberty.
Although we had not noticed too much about them the previous evening because of our preoccupation with our own predicament, we soon found that they were all relatively young and came from families resident on Bentley's estate. They provided servitude to Bentley and accepted his vile behaviour towards them under threat of their families being evicted from the estate and left destitute.
Although of different classes, a rapport between the servant and ourselves quickly developed since all of us were under a form of coercion. We leant from talking with these sturdy farmhands turned servants that Bentley was capable of all manner of despicable acts and were also warned to prepare ourselves for the coming evening.
Bentley returned to the house in the mid afternoon and directed that Alexander be prepared prior to dinner for the "evening's entertainment". That Bentley had been about issuing invitations to our submission that evening was quite apparent but the nature of the indignities we were to suffer eluded Alexander and I.
Towards early evening, as Bentley was resting in preparation for the evening's debauchery, Alexander and I were taken by eight extremely sturdy farm hands into a field at the rear of Bentley's house. Without so much as a bye-your-leave we were stripped of our scant garment and pinned to the ground. With as much gentleness that was possible, a leather tube was inserted into my anus and, from the grunting nearby, I assumed that Alexander was being subjected to the same treatment.
Looking behind me I could see that the tube was attached to a large funnel into which water was being poured. The water rushed into my bowels, causing little discomfort at first. As the volume was increased however, a terrible distended feeling started to cause my innards to react to the treatment. After quite some time, as my innards cramped up in excruciating pain, I was hauled to my feet and then led some distance away where I was permitted to relieve myself.
Time and again this process was repeated until the water being emitted from myself and from Alexander was untainted by anything from our innards at which point, weakened by the experience, Alexander and I were taken back to the house.
As we returned we could see guests arriving although we could not discern the identity of the visitors who were undoubtedly looking forward to our degradation later in the evening.
Rather than being returned to our room, Alexander and I were led to the large room at the back of the house in which we had been so brutally treated by Bentley the previous evening. It was quite apparent to us both that we were not going to be participants at dinner that evening but were, rather, to be the entertainment.
31 Alexander
The ghastly exercise in having our insides purged was exacerbated by our being confined in the large room at the back of Bentley's house where we had been thrashed and sodomised just twenty four hours before. James looked quite calm although I suspect he was more anxious that I for he had generally played the dominant role in our relationship. Already I had noticed that he underwent greater pain than I as Bentley had ravaged him the previous evening, such was his limited experience in being the passive partner in such an encounter.
Some food was brought to us by the servants as, I assumed, a vast feast was being enjoyed by Bentley and his guests. Our food was quite bland and when James asked for a glass of wine he was firmly told that Bentley had instructed that we be given nothing that would dull our senses. Instead, we were given a rather innocuous herbal drink which slowly started having the contrary effect and heightened our anxiety and our senses.
James and I were most disconcerted but tried to calm each other with the knowledge that our ordeal was at least half completed.
After an hour or so, James, and then I, were taken from the room in order that we might relieve ourselves. When I was returned to the room, I found James had been fastened into a pair of shackles that were suspended from the roof about one-third of the was down the room. Quickly I was secured in a similar fashion at the opposite end such that Bentley and his visitors might have plenty of room at attend to my back as well as my front. James and I were facing each other and I am sure I was looking as concerned as he.
Our arms were aching by the time that Bentley and a motley group of seemingly ill-bred chaps wandered into the room. James and I were soon subjected to all manner of verbal abuse as about twelve or so fellows made all sorts of vile suggestions as to what they intended to do to us. Some of these rough fellows started to run their hands over James and my naked chests and backs and groped us through the flimsy hose that exposed our equipment to their gazes.
It seemed as if Bentley had gathered about him a group that was inclined towards violent behaviour and all too willing to partake in our degradation and abuse. As James and I started to try and evade the groping hands, Bentley moved a chair into the centre of the large room affixed to the seat of which was a polished wooden phallus in size not as large as James' or mine but most certainly slightly larger than what might be considered "small". He then announced that any fellow who was prepared to seat himself upon the object would then be able to choose either James or myself and deliver one dozen lashes across our backs with a horsewhip.
Although the oafs did not realise that Bentley was going to debase them as well as us, five chaps soon removed their trousers and, having greased themselves with lard, slowly took the required position upon the seat. None showed the slightest amount of discomfort at this task, suggesting that they were not unaccustomed to buggery.
James and I watched horrified as the first man arose from the seat, wiped himself, then took a whip proffered by Bentley and then studied each of us in order to decide which of we two were to be his victim. With a snarl, the man came to me and fondled me in the most intimate of manners and went behind me and started the flogging. The whip was vicious and I began to buck and bellow after just a few lashes and, through my pain, watched as the second man that had impaled himself as required took a second whip and started to lash James' back.
For perhaps an half hour, James and I were slowly flogged. James received two dozen lashes whilst I received three. I knew our backs would be bloodied but hoped that they would not be permanently scarred.
The floggings completed Bentley motioned to one of his servants to replace the phallus on the chair with a larger one and, while the servant unscrewed the first and secured the second, Bentley informed his guests that in order to participate in the next phase, the strapping of James and I, they would have to mount the larger object before them.
As Bentley had one of his servant lay out two rather broad, heavy straps, I suddenly realised from the absence of any demurring on the part of his guests that this was a game to which they were accustomed. The whole gathering seemed to know what the further rounds might involve and four men quickly volunteered to accept the larger phallus up their fundaments. Indeed, six men volunteered but Bentley confined the number to four, I suspect out of fear that James and I might be rendered disabled by two much of a beating at that stage of the proceedings.
To my relief, my arms were lowered after more than an hour or more suspended above my head. My shoulders ached and my back was a mass of pain as I was led to a large table near the side wall and was secured over it with my hands tied to the front and my legs spread wide and secured to the end feet. James was soon placed beside me and secured in a similar fashion so that our buttocks were some feet apart and prominently displayed for our torturers.
The men who had accommodated the phalluses took up the proffered straps with alacrity and James and I were soon howling as time after time the heavy straps whacked across our buttocks. Especially painful were those strokes, wielded no doubt by well-practised arms, that caught just one nether cheek so that the tip might strike our most intimate hole. The pain was excruciating and James was especially treated in this particular manner. Each time the tip of the strap hit that most tender of spots, James would buck and writhe in the most terrible agony and from his commotion it was apparent that he was receiving by far the more savage treatment.
32 James
The flogging had been terrible but the strap was even worse. Bentley's crude friends seemed to have a knack of hitting my exposed nether hole and I could not comprehend the pain that the strap could cause. Despite my resolve to minimise the discomfort I displayed at the cruel treatment I knew I had to endure, I could not help but thrash about, straining at my bonds as time after time the heavy straps reached their obvious target. I thought I would be ruined for life at the brutal treatment.
By contrast, Alexander took the strapping quite well, possibly because I had chastised him in this manner on previous occasions. Nonetheless, even Alexander bucked and writhed as the straps reached his tender spot.
Two dozen lashes caused my buttocks to swell and throb such as never before accompanied by cries of encouragement from our tormentors as the pain reached what I thought was its pinnacle.
As before, Bentley indicated that a further challenge awaited those who might wish to participate in Alexander and my further chastisement and had his servants secure an somewhat larger artificial phallus to the seat. Through my tears I looked at Alexander and gave a weak smile as if to encourage his resolve.
As before, one of the servants removed the existing phallus and screwed into the seat a far bigger one, bigger in both length and girth. To me it seemed as if the phallus was much the same size as Bentley's own and to voluntarily impale oneself upon it seemed an extraordinary imposition.
Bentley had clearly played this game before and knew that he had to offer the audience something of significance such that they might accept the challenge presented. As an inducement, Bentley offered that each who sat upon the phallus might then be permitted to apply six strokes of the cane to either Alexander's or my posterior and then have the pleasure of sodomising the chosen victim. Those who chose not to accept the challenge, announced Bentley, would have to suffice with seeking their pleasure at our other end.
Instinctively Alexander and I both sought to free ourselves from the prospect of being caned and having these brutes sate their lust in either our mouths or our arses, but to no avail. Horrified, we watched as the vast majority of the participants duly impaled themselves, all the time looking at Alexander and I. Our only consolation was that the lustful grins on the faces of those who accepted the challenge briefly disappeared as the bulbous head of the wooden phallus entered then and caused them to grimace in pain. It was little consolation.
Bentley took upon himself the right to go first and he took up an evil looking cane and moved behind Alexander and myself. Neither of us knew whom he would choose but my own premonition was confirmed as the sound of the cane slashing through the air reached my ears followed by a blinding lash across my buttocks. I shouted out in pain much to my chagrin but the cane landing with full force on my already throbbing backside was more than I could bear.
Being a true sadist, Bentley waited before applying the next stroke in order that I might absorb the full pain of each blow. It seemed to me an eternity before each additional stroke slashed across my backside although one might suppose that but a few minutes passed.
33 Alexander
James' caning by Bentley was slow and deliberate and he was clearly in true agony as Bentley laid the sixth stroke on and then passed the heavy cane to another brute who had clearly chosen me as his victim since Bentley was disrobing quickly and moving forward with his rampant organ towards James' well spread and seared posterior. I saw Bentley stab brutally into James just as the first stroke from the fellow behind me cracked across my own, already tender, backside.
James and I both let out cries at much the same time but for obviously different reasons. Despite my own pain, I was transfixed between strokes as Bentley completely withdrew his organ and then plunged back into James. It was, by far, the most brutal assault I think I had ever seen.
Not as competent with the cane as Bentley, my flagellator did not cause me as much agony that Bentley had with James but the pain was excruciating nonetheless. My six strokes were completed in less than a minute I would guess and I lay there sweating with my arse seemingly on fire, trying to discern through the tears how my partner was faring. I shook my head to rid my eyes of the tears and saw another fellow approach James face and forced his member inside just as my assailant thrust his own organ into my nether hole.
For hour upon hour, James and I were abused with cane and _c_o_c_k_. By the time all the brutes had had their way with us, out backsides were weeping masses of pain and our faces and throats were coated with semen. The room smelt foul from the exertions and it was with profound relief that servants untied James and myself and took us to our room where we were gently bathed and cleaned and our wounds attended to as best as was possible. James and I slept on our stomachs having been given a strong draught of sleeping medicine. As I drifted off to sleep I though I felt James kiss me gently although in his condition that was not possible. One of the servants must have done so, presumably out of pity.
34 The Headmaster
I had left the meeting of the Society terribly distraught and headed off to my abode wondering whether or not a proper measure of justice had been directed upon James and Alexander.
By the time James and his friend were commencing their penance, I was back at my house overlooking the School and as the evenings faded slowly, I sat and tried to think of things other that what might be happening to the two young men whom I cherished so greatly. As one's memory is prone to do when trying to avoid a specific matter, mine drew me back through the years to other theatres of pain and regimented discipline. I recalled my visit to Harwich well before the war where I had been invited by the Commander of HMS Ganges which was anchored at Shotley Gate. The Commander, a rather disgruntled fellow who would far have preferred to be serving on one of the King's dreadnoughts than supervising a training ship for boys, invited me down to speak with him about the row that was developing in Parliament about the treatment of boys and young men in the Royal Navy.
The Commander's house looked east across the water to where the "Ganges" was anchored and we had a fine repast as he questioned my attitude towards capital and corporal punishment. His purpose was to find in me an ally who might bear civilian weight to his argument that rough discipline was the best means of maintaining the Fleet as the most powerful on the oceans.
I recall speaking to the Commander of my own philosophy of treating each case upon its merits and having due regard to the mental affect discipline might have upon a miscreant. This seemed to have no impression on the Commander, perhaps because the Navy was ruled by far less flexible laws that a civilian school.
Having enjoyed a considerable amount of fine port during the course of our lengthy discussion, I spent the night in the Commander's more than adequate house and our conversation resumed in the morning. Shortly after breakfast, a messenger arrived at the house and delivered an instruction that required the Commander to absent himself and go to the Admiralty in London. Before he left, the Commander summoned one of his lieutenant's and instructed him to "show me about" and offered me, most generously, the use of his abode during his absence.
For the next four days, the lieutenant was most accommodating and congenial. To a relatively young man, as I then was, I was totally captivated by the Navy and its proud traditions and I greatly enjoyed the lieutenant's attentiveness. Having just become headmaster of a most prestigious school an uncommon amount of courtesy was paid to me and I being shown over the "Ganges" where young boys were being taught the basic elements of seamanship.
I saw that the boys and young men were well tested about their seamanship each day and observed a far more strict form of discipline than that which prevailed at the School. Boys were singled out, it seemed to me, for the slightest infraction of some obscure code of conduct and the Bosun evidently had few recriminations when it came to applying the laws which governed the boys' lives.
According to the rules, I observed a variety of punishments being delivered towards the close of each day. Some boys were simply hauled over a gun and received a fairly severe number of strokes with a heavy cane across their canvas trouser. The majority however appeared to receive an equally severe thrashing across their naked backsides which required that they be held down. Although not an uncommon practice at School, these beatings seemed well out of proportion to any possible offence that might have been committed and would not have been applied at School for even the most serious of offences.
When I questioned the Lieutenant about this treatment, he courteously explained that the lad had to be toughened up for a life at sea and that the punishments delivered on the training ship were of little consequence compared to those that applied at sea.
When I observed that the men and boys watching the proceedings seemed to display some evidence of lasciviousness as the beating proceeded, the Lieutenant laughed and scoffed (politely) at my remark, suggesting that I should pay closer attention to the boys at School since he was quite certain that the _s_e_x_ual proclivities of my students were no different from the boys who were trained on "Ganges". I though this an appalling suggestion but made a mental note to investigate at some stage whether School beating ever led to unnatural _s_e_x_ual practices.
In due course I would find out the truth in no uncertain terms.