Tales From Thistletop School - Oppression #5


by Pettigrew <Pettigrew@hush.com>

Author's note

This is the final part of "Oppression". It is not the end of the story since another segment remains.

Apostrophes are still a problem. As recommended by a kind reader I have turned off "smart quotes" and done search and replace on apostrophes. Yet still the little beasts refuse to manifest on MMSA Stories magnificent site. Now I know for certain that this is Smith's wicked influence (actually, I quite like Smith – one of my better creations [but who is creator and who is createe?]).

Oliver Pettigrew

The Christmas holidays were rapidly approaching. Smith would be staying at his Uncle and Aunt's farm in the Cotswolds (his father was a minor diplomat stationed, accompanied by his wife, in Egypt). He conceived the idea of taking Petreson with him. When he put it to the youth he evoked neither open opposition nor enthusiasm. However, Johann's relationship with Smith was now so complicated, and in many ways intimate, that Johann himself could see both good and bad aspects of being in Smith's company. Though Smith did often abuse Johann mercilessly he could also be a great companion.

Petreson and Smith approached Dr de Ville to put this idea. Dr de Ville was by no means against the idea. He said that he had been very impressed by the manner in which Smith had kept Petreson, Drummond and Atkins out of trouble. Also, he had noted that the school work of all three was excellent. Indeed it was, all three were bright yet prone to the distractions, laziness and procrastination of most schoolboys. Smith had made it his business to ensure that they did their set work and, by their own volition, more. What is more he helped make it enjoyable rather than part of his oppression. Smith was very bright and worked hard at his own school work. Also, he possessed natural teaching qualities which included how to encourage. Thus, when the boys were stuck in their work he would assist them, not by doing it for them but by guiding them toward doing for themselves.

Dr de Ville remarked that it was good to see that Petreson and Smith had formed a friendship. He said that he would consult with Mrs Petreson and let them know the result.

At the start of the holidays Petreson and Smith were picked up from the school by Smith's uncle in his ancient Bentley. They were driven down to the farm which nestled in the Cotswolds near the village of Lower Slaughter. The uncle possessed a good sized farm which was way bigger than a small holding but much smaller than some of the nearby estates that split their lands into tenant farms. It was mixed arable and livestock. It was profitable according to the standards of the time; intensive, hedge destroying, chemical soaked, agriculture was yet to set its blight on the English countryside.

The boys were welcomed by Smith's aunt and installed in the very large bedroom they were to share at the back of the rambling farm house. There were seven bedrooms and three bathrooms. Two bedrooms were kept ready in case either of Smiths grown up cousins chose to visit, one at the front of the house on a side wing was occupied by the uncle and aunt and the remainder were "mothballed", that is unused, bedding removed and with all furniture draped in sheets.

Smith and Johann each had ample sized beds and there was plenty of room for a dining size table, upright chairs, two easy chairs, a wardrobe, a chest of drawers with still sufficient floor space remaining for, say, a large railway train layout had anyone thought to install one there.

Being out of school and in the presence of the uncle and aunt it was natural that Johann and Dan addressed each other on first name terms, though Dan decided to reserve use of Petreson's surname for when he was in formal tormenting mode.

Dan and Johann started unpacking. Johann could not help noticing that Dan removed his whippy cane, a large slipper, the strap, the "paddle" and the rubber glove from a case and stored them out of sight on top of a wardrobe. He commented "Do you need those Dan? We are on holiday."

Dan smiled radiantly and said "I can't leave them at Thistletop old chap. Anyway, holiday or not I am still in charge of your behaviour. Though discipline will be more relaxed it is my intention to ensure that you do not smoke. Thus random inspections will continue. Furthermore, each evening before bed I shall determine whether you need correction for minor infractions."

Johann gave a wry grin. In one sense he realised that what Dan said was fair enough. He had not smoked since the fatal day. He did not dare now for fear of being caught. Also, he realised that though Dan was often cruel Dan was somehow good for Johann. His schoolwork had never been better. He was getting enthused about studying, Dan enthused him. Even taking into account the cruelty and humiliations he liked Dan's company. What is more though Dan may oppress him during the holidays that would be far more bearable than being humiliated before other boys or touched by the likes of Melrose and Thorpe. So he said merely "Yes Dan", shrugged, as if to mean "such is life", and then smiled openly.

Hetherington's home coming was not so happy. He was deposited at the front door by the taxi from the station and rang the bell. The maid who answered welcomed him then said the he was to report to his father's study immediately.

Major Hetherington was a gentleman farmer (meaning that he had underpaid menials to do the real graft) and equestrian. On the death of his father five years previously he had resigned his commission in order to look after the estate. The Major was by no means a poor man but as he had five sons he was unable to afford to send them to top public schools. Not that it mattered he thought as he too had gone to a second tier establishment. The eldest two sons were at university and expected home in a few days time. The two sons after Tom were aged thirteen and eleven.

The Major was an unimaginative and punctilious man. He was regarded as honourable by his friends, erstwhile army colleagues and bank manager. With regard to his sons he was a strict disciplinarian.

Tom arrived at his father's study and knocked the door. On entering he said "Hello father, you wanted to see me?"

The major looked at Tom as if he were something distasteful on the carpet. "Dr de Ville wrote to me" he said.

Tom reddened. He guessed what was coming.

"Your behaviour was absolutely disgraceful and a slur on the family. You know my policy when I receive a bad report from the Headmaster?"

"Yes Father, but I have been birched for it!" cried Tom.

"My policy is to reinforce whatever lesson the Headmaster teaches. Go to the stable, you know what to do, and wait for me."

"But, but .... please Father?" Tom uttered with anguish.

"Go! Now! I shall be along directly."

Tom shuffled off to the stable. When he arrived he was relieved to find that it was empty: no horses and, particularly, no stable hands to gawp. He walked to the end of the stable where there was a wooden bar about waist height. Slowly, reluctantly he started divesting himself of clothes. He stopped when only underpants remained and positioned himself before the wooden bar with his hands grasping it about a foot from each side of his body. He waited. Although it was mild for this time of year there was a chill wind flowing through the big stable. Tom shivered.

He didn't have to wait long. He heard voices, turned his head and saw his father accompanied by his two younger brothers. The Major carried a riding crop.

By now Tom was not sure whether his shivering was from cold or fear.

The Major addressed his too younger boys "Tim and Mat, let this be an example to you both. If I get bad reports on you I will punish you. Also, no boy of mine is too old for punishment. Rob nearly got sent down from Oxford during the summer term. He was twenty and that didn't protect him from the thrashing of his life. Tom here is nigh on seventeen and it seems he still has much to learn."

With that the Major stepped behind Tom and peremptorily pulled down the underpants until they fell to Tom's ankles. Tom stepped out of them his invisible face and chest very flushed despite the cold. Tom then bent over the bar, grasping it from each side, until he was on tiptoe. He waited. While he waited he became conscious of the chill draft circulating between his legs, onto his anus, and around his genitals. Not a pleasant feeling. However, his mind would soon be taken off such minor irritations.

Tim said, "Father what are those marks on Tom's bottom?"

Although it was several weeks since the thrashing there were still signs of where the birch had lacerated the flesh on Tom's buttocks.

The Major said "Tom was birched by Dr de Ville. Seems to me the doctor didn't do an effective job."

The Major proceeded to remedy Dr de Ville's deficiencies.

The riding crop rained down upon Toms posterior. In thirty or so strokes it had covered the entire area and much of it more than once. Many of the lines were bloody. Tom howled from the first stroke and was eventually bellowing. The final four strokes, the cruellest of all, nearly made Tom faint. These were not directed at his now bloody buttocks but made four sharp lines across Tom's muscular back in the region of his shoulders.

Tom remained in position leaning on the bar and panting for several moments before finally straightening, turning round and painfully bending down to pick up his pants. He didn't put them on but made his way, carrying all his clothes, to his room in the house hoping he would not encounter any of the women folk. The Major and the two younger sons ambled out of the stable behind him. The two sons were too shocked to talk. Indeed, the elder of the two, Mat, was very apprehensive as he knew that the report from his prep school headmaster (he was in the final year) would be good neither with respect to academic work nor behaviour. That report should be arriving in the post tomorrow or the day after.

The following day the letter did arrive. It was brought on a silver tray, amid routine bills and other items, to the Major while he was finishing breakfast. Mat immediately recognised the distinctive white envelope among mainly cheap brown ones. His heart sank very low indeed. He lost interest in his boiled eggs. Meanwhile the Major was holding a somewhat one-sided conversation with Tom. They were discussing arrangements for the staff Christmas party. Tom was sitting gingerly and somewhat morosely on a soft cushion he had placed on the seat of his dining chair. The Major had not commented when Tom had set in place this arrangement. Every so often Tom reached backward to ease off the shirt which kept clinging painfully to his bruised shoulders.

The maid set the tray down beside the major, curtsied and left the room. Nothing happened, the Major kept talking. Mat's heart was in his mouth. He wished that the earth would open and swallow the letter. Yet he was learning that the inevitable will happen regardless of his wishes.

Whilst still talking the Major reached out and picked a letter and the paper knife. He slit open one of the brown envelopes, glance at its contents and set them aside. It seemed an age before he did likewise with another brown envelope. Then, after an even longer interval, he grasped the white envelope and slowly, so slowly, slit it open. He pulled out a sheet of expensive white writing paper accompanied by a small sheaf of cheaper grey austerity paper.

Mat knew what the contents were. The white sheet was the Headmaster's summary of Mat's overall progress and his comments thereon. The other papers were reports from subject masters, his form master and his house master.

The Major merely glanced at the white sheet, registered that it was Mat's report and set it aside for detailed perusal later. Then while still conversing he went slowly through the diminishing pile of post. Finally he set the paper knife down.

The matter of the party dealt with the major glanced across the table at Mat. "I see your school report has arrived, Mat. After what I said to you last time I hope this report is going to be better."

Mat winced and blushed.

The Major picked up the white sheet of paper and read through it. He set it aside. He did not utter a word. Then he read slowly and methodically through the accompanying sheets. Sometimes he would re-read a sheet before setting it down. Once he returned to a grey sheet that he had already set down. Finally, he picked up the white sheet again and read it very carefully. He set the sheet down.

There was absolute silence. The Major gazed at Mat for about a minute. Mat reddened deeply, shifted nervously on his seat, and desperately wanted to be anywhere but here. The Major's face was inscrutable. There was no way of knowing what he was thinking or intended. Mat knew that his father rarely lost his temper, rarely shouted and never acted when motivated by the first flush of anger. Indeed, the icy coldness and grim determination displayed by his father when angry was far more frightening than that of a man who might shout and lash out.

"Mat, this report is appalling, you must have guessed?

"Yes, Father" said Mat, his voice quavering.

"Mr Higgins writes that he has had to cane you on five occasions last term, the other masters mention that they have had to discipline you in various ways on numerous occasions. Admittedly, the offences have been not excessively serious but they presage a downward spiral to delinquency."

Mat knew this could not end well.

"Mr Higgins also says that though you are a bright boy your academic work is not progressing as it ought." The Major gave Mat a penetrating stare.

"Yes Father".

"Why all this bad behaviour? Surely you don't like been caned or is Mr Higgins too soft?"

Mat definitely did not like being caned by Mr Higgins. The other masters delivered stinging blows with the slipper on the trousered bottom (with the exception of the gym master who always demanded removal of shorts.) Mr Higgins caned boys of eleven and above on the bare bottom. The boys had to stand before him naked as Mr Higgins didn't like shirt tails getting in the way. From eleven or twelve years onwards the prospect of standing naked before an adult became fraught with embarrassment. Mat would be fourteen in three weeks time, one of the older boys in his year. He was also one of the most developed and thus one of the most acutely aware of his body when bare.

The final caning had been the most intensely embarrassing. He and seven other boys had been ordered onto the stage after assembly for chastisement before the more senior boys (eleven years and over). The potential horror of the experience was diminished slightly by Mr Higgins insisting only that they remove their trousers and underpants. Yet even though he kept his hands before his crotch while waiting his turn he was sure that the audience got glimpses of his genitals, and particularly so when he bent over; odd this reticence given that he happily enough mingled naked with boys his own age in the showers. After punishment his hands were rubbing his bum but he had his back to the audience.

Mat replied, "Mr Higgin's canings are very painful. They are on the bare bottom Father."

"I know," said the Major "but clearly he is somehow not managing to get the point across."

The Major gazed at Mat for an instant and added "But I shall."

Mat visibly quivered.

I shall be busy on estate business for the next hour or two. In the meantime take a bath and then retire to your room. I will send Tom to collect and prepare you when it is time.

Mat, now very flushed indeed, mumbled "Yes Father", stood up and left the room.

Mat had been lying on his bed with distracted thoughts circling his mind for a little over two hours when Tom arrived.

"Come on Mat, let's get it over with" Tom said kindly.

"But, Tom .... what Father did to you yesterday. I couldn't face that."

Tom smiled and said "It will be bad but not like that. I deserved it. I had been given lesser punishments before and many warnings."

"But across you back Tom?"

"He won't do that to you. He will make your bottom very sore though. I remember beatings from Mr Higgins, this will be much worse. But father is doing this for your own good, he wants you to stay out of trouble and work hard."

Mat nodded.

"Come with me, "said Tom.

Tom led Mat to the stable. Like yesterday it was deserted.

They approached the bar which Tom knew would be much too high for Mat. Though Mat was tall for his age the bar was at the level of his mid chest. Tom remembered his own first thrashing in the stable when he was about Mat's age; prior to that age bare bottom thrashings, with a junior cane, took place in the Major's study. Surprisingly they didn't happen often as the Major was actually a quite forbearing man. However he knew that teenage delinquency was best checked very firmly and as early on as possible.

Tom retrieved, from by the wall, a wide solid block of wood that he had stood upon when he was Mat's age. He placed it under the bar and asked Mat to step on it to check that the height was sufficient. Mat trembled a little as he did so. The bar now crossed mat's body at the level of his lower abdomen.

"Step back down Mat."

Mat did so.

"Now take off your clothes except for your underpants."

Slowly Mat removed his jacket and slung it over another bar. The he bent to untie and remove his shoes. He removed his shirt (no tie was necessary on informal occasions whilst on holiday) and placed it next to his jacket. To do this he had to pull the shirt tails from within his trousers. It would have been more logical to remove his trousers first (as he was instructed to do did when preparing for a caning from Mr Higgins) but Mat was desperately putting off that definitive event. Next he slowly lifted out the ends of his vest and peeled the article off, placing it with his other clothes.

Before Tom stood a remarkably well developed young teenager bare from the waist up. Tom was surprised at how quickly his younger brother's shape had changed from that of a pre-pubertal boy into the definite early makings of a young man's figure.

Tom had stopped divesting himself of garments. His hand rested on his belt. He looked quizzically at Tom.

"Must I?" he said, "Please ask Father if I can be spared nakedness this one time."

"Sorry Mat but it must be so" said Tom.

Very slowly Mat unbuckled his belt, undid his fly buttons, lowered his trousers, stepped out of them and placed them with his other clothes.

Now Tom could see that Mat's thighs and legs had become quite muscular. Also, there was an obvious bulge in the front of Mat's underpants indicating burgeoning adult rather than infantile genitalia.

Mat was red in his face and across his upper chest.

"Now Mat step up on the block and face the bar."

Mat did so.

"Now grasp the bar about here and here" Tom indicated good points for Mat to have a stable position.

"When Father arrives he will drop you pants. You must step out of them and kick them aside."

Mat mumbled "Yes Tom."

"Then you must immediately bend over so that your bottom is tight. Incidentally, your legs will need to be a little further apart." That of course was the reason why pants had to be off rather than merely down.

"One last word of advice" Matt said, "and do pay attention to this."

"Yes Tom?"

"When you bend make sure that your willy and balls are draped over the side of the bar away from you."

Mat flushed even more but was intrigued "Why Tom?"

"When each blow strikes you will be pushed forcibly against the bar even though you may think you are already pressed tightly against it. In normal circumstances this can irritate your willy and balls and may even bruise them. If you have a hard-on this abrasion and bruising can become extremely painful."

Mat knew full well what a hard-on was. At his age they came on all to frequently, unpredictably, and not always in suitable circumstances. This very talk of erections was indeed making one come on now. Something was definitely stirring in his underpants but Mat dared not reach down to find out whether this was a minor inflation or was going to be a full blown hard-on.

Moments later the Major, accompanied by Tim, entered the stable and strode up to the bar. Mat turned his head to see the wicked looking riding crop in his father's right hand. There was no further lecture, no messing about at all. The Major bade Mat face straight and immediately pulled Mat's pants down. The cold air on his genitalia came as a shock to Mat.

Mat remembered to step out of his pants and kick them away. He place his feet at the points previously indicated by Tom. He raised himself on tip toe, high enough so that as he leant forward his genitals easily passed over the bar without touching it. He lowered himself into position, his grip on the bar firm, and waited.

He didn't wait long. Almost immediately a stinging blow landed evenly across the lower part of each buttock. Mat had resolved to be stoical as boys were encouraged to be when receiving cuts of the cane from Mr Higgins. But this was different, much, much different. Mat managed to resist yelling but did emit a loud sigh.

The second blow crossed the central region of both buttocks and agony coursed from the points where the crop had made contact. Mat did yell this time.

He yelled, with increasing loudness, for each of the further six strokes he received. He was aware, and it was obvious to the onlookers, that the strokes had not crossed. His buttocks had inscribed on them a neat set of vivid red parallel lines. Tiny drops of blood were present at points on some of the lines.

When the Major said it was finished Mat stayed as he was for thirty seconds or so before attempting to stand up. Finally, stiffly he managed this, turned and Tom took his hand to steady him as he stepped off the block of wood. Tom could not help noticing that Mat's genitals were becoming well developed and were ringed by a quite respectable, for his age, mass of hair. Mat's penis was now thoroughly quiescent though.

The Major and Tim returned to the house. Tom helped Mat dress and they too went to the house a few minutes later.

As was the custom in this household, once a beating was received the matter was not raised again (unless further indiscipline necessitated punishment in which case previous "form" was taken into account.)

Drummond's homecoming was none too happy either. Dr de Ville had informed Drummond's parents of his need to take special measures but had also mentioned that Drummond had progressed well in his academic work.

Drummond's father was a stipendiary magistrate and firm believer in discipline. His son knew this to his cost. Usually the proceedings were short and sour. There would be a brief rant and warnings about where bad behaviour leads. Then Drummond would be ordered to his bedroom where he had to strip and await his father who had a nasty senior cane. He was generally made to bend over the back of a dining chair.

On this occasion the rant was protracted. It went on for so long that Drummond was dreading his punishment if it was to be in proportion to the harangue on discipline. Strangely, he had got it all wrong. His father, pleased at the excellent academic progress, had no intention of doing more than reading the riot act. Fifteen minutes later Drummond left his father's study a very relieved lad.

Atkins was less fortunate. His father, a civil servant, had inflexible views about discipline. Twenty minutes after arriving home Atkins was standing in his bedroom with his trousers and underpants off. His father entered the room, sat on the bed and pulled Atkins across his knee. He gave Atkin's buttocks a thorough pasting with his hand all over until they glowed cherry red. That was very unpleasant but not anywhere as bad as punishments Smith doled out.

Johann and Dan settled into life at the farm easily. They had a great time. During most days they put in three or four hours helping Smith's uncle though the latter insisted that was not necessary. They visited the village every other day and also went on Christmas shopping trips to Oxford with Smith's aunt. Smith, on the whole, was a kindly host toward Johann. They took turns deciding what to do, unless Johann could not think of anything in which case he gladly deferred to Smith. Smith, though an expert on oppression, was also highly imaginative in finding enjoyable innocent pleasures. There was football, races over the fields, contests to see who could muck out a cow stall first, helping Smith's aunt make mince pies, exercising Smith's uncle's hound, and, during the dark evenings charades with the uncle and aunt, listening to the wireless, and, among many other things, a strange, for boys of their ages, contest to find funny passages in the works of Shakespeare. Sometimes they played dares. Nothing really dangerous, but things like hopping one legged over the stepping stones of the stream without falling into the icy water, walking blindfold along a beam four feet off the ground in the barn (there was soft hay to fall on), catching a _c_o_c_k_erel, crawling through a drainage duct (that got them both exceedingly dirty), etc. Smith was impressed by Johann's daring.

During one of their shopping trips to Oxford the boys parted from Smith's aunt for an hour and a half whilst she visited ladies' clothing shops. They wondered along some ancient streets and eventually arrived in Ship Street near Jesus College. An antique shop with a small display window fronted on to the street, its doorway was reached a few yards down a narrow passageway between buildings; perhaps, the emporium would better be called a junk shop with pretensions. In the window was the usual brick- a-brac to be found in such emporia. Two items caught the boys' attention: an Edison Gem Phonograph priced at five pounds, way beyond their means, and a strange looking box inscribed with "Dr S. B. Smith's Torpedo Magnetic Machine", the price ticket was unreadable as it faced downwards. Smith was intrigued with this device from some namesake of his and decided to enquire within. The boys entered the shop to the tinkling of a bell as the door opened. The interior was dark, and smelt dank and musty. An elderly man wearing mittens shuffled from a room at the back of the shop and greeted them. He brought the box out of the window and showed it to Smith and Petreson. He said it was an electrotherapy instrument from nineteenth century quackery. Smith asked the price.

"Fifteen shillings" said the shopkeeper.

Smith was interested but said "I am sorry but I can't afford more than seven and sixpence."

The shopkeeper recalled that this item had uselessly taken up space in his shop for six years and decided to see where haggling would get.

Smith paid ten bob and departed from the shop with the strange device.

Back at the farm Smith and Petreson opened up the box and found a faded instruction leaflet inside. Apparently the instrument could give strong electric shocks. Arranged in the lid were straps with electrodes, and a couple of clamps, for attachment to the body. Unfortunately, they could not test it as the battery cell needed to be filled with copper sulphate solution. Smith said "We can get the solution from the chemistry lab at school." The box was put away and forgotten about until after the Christmas Holidays.

Oppression was at a minimum. Perhaps this was, in part, a consequence of the fact that both, for most of the day, were occupied in mutual pleasures and enjoyed each other's company. In fact oppression was limited to the hour or so they spent in their room before retiring for the night. Even this was perfunctory. Smith did the occasional search and decency test. A few times he had Johann doing whippy cane encouraged press ups. Sometimes he gave Johann a mild hand spanking for no particular reason other than "As a reminder to stay on the straight and narrow Johann." To Johann these were no longer dreadful depredations to be feared. They were part of a routine. What is more, though he never quite articulated it to himself, he got a small thrill from being dominated by someone he was looking up to more and more. Winning Dan's smile and approval was something Johann increasingly yearned.

Neither Dan nor Johann claimed to be wise-arse know-alls about human psychology like the Viennese quack Sigmund Freud. Johann just knew what he wanted; somehow what he wanted more and more included his tormentor Dan, but this realisation hovered at the back of his mind.

Dan was born a natural manipulator of others. His skills were tremendous and had the potential to be used for great good or great evil, the path at present being toward evil. Yet, though he knew that in some indefinable sense he differed from the boys around him at Thistletop Dan had no deep insight into how or why. Yet, he could intuitively read the strengths and weaknesses of one before him whom he sought to control. His assessment, not anything he ever expressed to himself other than obliquely, of Johann had altered. Somehow Johann had ceased to be an object merely to be dominated. The entity called Johann had taken on characteristics indicating that it was more than a puppet. Dan, deep down, was beginning to recognize that the very fact that Johann could express independence of thought was an asset rather than a failure of his regimen of domination. Johann was becoming an object (a person?) of real fascination; Johann had revealed complexity. This was the nearest Dan could get to the concept of love. That said, it is probably a great deal nearer than most of us get to pinning down such a nebulous, misused, and dangerous idea. Dan had discovered for himself the distinction between mere lust, a desire easily satiated by domination, and something that involved a more symmetrical relationship with another being. Nevertheless, it must not be assumed that this dawning realisation was some light on the road to Damascus that would lead to a saintly Dan, no way.

The late evening of the day before Christmas Eve was witness to an interesting occurrence. Dan and Johann had returned to their bedroom to make ready for bed. Each had gone off to one of the bathrooms. Each returned at, within seconds, nearly the same time. Each was clad in his bath towel and carrying his sponge bag.

Dan smiled at Johann and said, "I am glad you are clean. I do not like doing the decency test otherwise."

Johann laughed and said, "You will have to catch me first." He gave Dan a flick with the tail of the towel wrapping his lower body and darted away.

Events that followed could have gone two ways. Dan might have interpreted Johann's response as an act of defiance and instantly repressed Johan with painful and humiliating consequences for Johann. Else, he might, as he actually did, regard Johann's behaviour as horse play. A week or two sooner Dan would have taken the former view.

Dan chased Johann within the ample space of the room, caught him as inevitably he must, and gently wrestled Johann to the ground. Dan sat astride Johann, both youths still clad in towels, and said "Best out of five wrestles?"

Johann nodded.

The youths disengaged and crouched on the carpet facing each other. Unsurprisingly Dan won three of the five bouts. Yet the fact that Johann got Dan twice into a grip where Dan had to admit he was beaten was a testament to agility over greater strength. The two youths ended the content lying side by side laughing. Surprisingly, neither of their towels had slipped during the contest.

When the laughing subsided and they were beside each other in companionable silence Johann suddenly announced, "I have never seen yours, you have seen mine." Johann whipped Dan's towel away.

Dan was nonplussed. Johann was fascinated.

There was a lengthy silence after which Dan, naked, chased Johann around the room, cornered him, removed his towel, and then dragged Johann to a bed where Dan sat down, placed Johann across his knee, and good naturedly gave Johann a mild spanking. Throughout all this Dan would have passed the decency test whereas Johann would not, though his excitement was not extreme. Dan had noticed that but did not comment.

The following evening, Christmas Eve, Johann had provoked another wrestling bout. This time both boys started out naked, having decided that towels were an unnecessary encumbrance, and both started out well within the bounds of decency. The bout ended (four to Dan and one to Johann) with Johann astride a defeated Dan. Both youths were still, only just, on the right side of Dan's decency test.

The bout over, Johann relaxed his grip on Dan. Suddenly Dan twisted and ended astride a surprised Johann. Johann was fixed in a position he could not escape without Dan's consent.

Dan peered into Johann's eyes. Johann's gaze fixed on Dan's eyes. Their locked gaze lasted for what seemed an eternity. Something passed between them but neither could, in words, have said what. Dan released his grip on Johann's arms and placed his hands on Johann's chest where they gently brushed across Johann's nipples and down towards Johann's belly. Their gazes remained locked.

Dan's hands gently caressed Johann's pubic hair and passed on until Dan's right hand was cradling Johann's genitals. Their gazes remained locked.

The fingers of Dan's right hand continued to explore the contours of Johann's penis, now distinctly taught, and testicles. Their gazes remained locked.

Dan smiled and Johann reciprocated.

Softly Dan said, "Johann, there is something I want to do to you now. This first time it will hurt you. Shall you willingly let me do it rather than exact it by force? It is something I must do. Something I am driven to do. Later you will like it, I promise."

It didn't take long for Johann to work out what Dan had in mind. It was not something he was keen to acquiesce to. Yet, gazing into those liquid eyes and the beautiful, encouraging smile beneath, how could he refuse? Johan nodded with a weak smile on his face.

Dan rose to his feet, extended a hand and helped Johann rise too. With his arm on Johann's bare shoulder he guided Johann to a bed. He bade Johann lie face down on the bed. For a moment he stared at Johann's firm round bottom transfixed by its beauty and by the thought of what he would so soon do. He went over to the cupboard in which he kept a small quantity of butter for Johann's internal inspections. He returned with the butter dish to Johann. Placing his hands on Johann's hips he, without any words being said, gently manoeuvred Johann into an ideal position. By touch alone he guided Johann's legs a little further apart so that Johann's anus was clearly visible and accessible between Johann's widely spread buttocks.

Dan ran the index and next finger of his right hand through the butter and then placed them gently on the centre of Johann's anus. Johann stirred slightly and sighed. Very slowly, and very gently, Dan started inserting his fingers. First his index finger and then the other finger too. Gradually, with first one finger and then two Dan started dilating Johann's anus. Finally, he was satisfied that the aperture would take his penis without too much pain for either of them.

Dan put aside the butter dish. He ran both his hands slowly down Johann's back from his shoulders to the base of Johann's buttocks. Johann sighed again and slightly arched his spine. By now Dan's penis was fully erect, hard against his belly, his foreskin entirely (and slightly painfully) retracted, and the business end thoroughly moist. He pressed the tip of his penis against Johann's distended anus. Johann moaned "Please don't hurt me."

Slowly, slowly Dan inserted his penis into Johann's anus, guiding it with his left hand whilst he steadied his position with his right hand gripping Johann's shoulder. At first the going was very uncomfortable for Dan as his taught foreskin negotiated the narrow passage. Meanwhile Johann was noticeably shivering from a mixture of shame, slight delight and considerable fear for what would occur when, as he knew must happen, Dan began to thrust forward.

Dan finally succeeded in getting the tip of his penis to negotiate the entrance to Johann's rectum. Then he thrust forward with greater confidence, yet still slowly. He now had both hands gripping Johann's shoulders. He continued to thrust until his penis was inserted three quarters along its shaft. The tip then encountered an obstruction and Johann sighed again.

Dan then slowly retracted his penis until the glans penis and associated foreskin were still just with Johann's body. The he thrust again. This he repeated many times, the thrusts becoming more forceful. Dan could feel himself moving inexorably toward a momentous event. An event more dramatic than ever achieved during masturbation. He thrust ever more forcefully and then, suddenly, release. Utterly satisfied and exhausted Dan collapsed onto Johann, his now deflating member still within Johann's body and his thighs and pubic region resting on Johann's soft, warm bottom. After a minute or so he extricated himself and flopped down on his back beside Johann.

Throughout these proceedings Johann was experiencing mixed emotions and weird physical sensations.

At the end of the wrestling match he had understood that Dan wanted something that ordinarily Johann would have considered disgusting, utterly humiliating and morally wrong. He also knew that Dan had asked humbly for that which he easily could have taken by threat or force. He knew, but hardly wished to admit it, that he would give Dan almost anything just to occasionally be the recipient of Dan's approbation and winning smile.

He had lain on the bed in trepidation. The touch of the tip of Dan's penis on his anus had been the point of no return. He could have shouted, got up and run out of the room. But he did not. The tip had penetrated and that initial phase had hurt as his anal sphincter muscles were forced beyond their usual bounds. Then the hurt had declined and he had experienced a strange sensation as Dan's penis had penetrated fully, bounded off something inside him in a vaguely pleasant manner, and then retracted for further, faster, goes. He had been violated. Yet he had been a willing partner. Johann did not know what to think. However, he fell, in Dan's embrace, into a trouble free sleep.

From then on the relationship between the two boys was different. Oppression became minimal. Dan warned Johann that any sign of smoking or other misbehaviour would be dealt with severely, Johann believed him. Searches stopped. Johann was not beaten as before. Instead, he was severely hand spanked before they had _s_e_x_. These spankings were Dan's way of making _s_e_x_ an act of taking rather than of receiving that which might willingly be given. Dan had always wanted to take Johann forcibly, but had never dared. This was a compromise.

Dan also became considerate of Johann's needs. After he had satiated himself with Johann he would gently manipulate Johann's genitals until Johann too had an orgasm.

Dan was considerate in another way too. A youth of his age was capable of achieving three or more usable erections in a night. However, anal penetration was painful to Johannn initially. Johann's anus was tender after the first penetration and Dan did not insist on another go until three days later. Thereafter it was once every other night for several days until Johann's anal membranes had adapted. Then Dan became free to copulate as often as he wished so long as Johann could be persuaded to remain awake. They settled on a routine whereby Johann was shagged sometime during the day and in bed at night. To Johann this had become normal. The procedure was no longer fearsome, indeed it was moderately pleasant particularly since Dan was so gently insistent that Johann experience high grade pleasure afterwards.

To be continued.


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