The Other Tom Brown's Schooldays Chapters 6-7
By Pueros

Copyright 2005 by Pueros, all rights reserved
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Chapter 6 Examinations

(Northumberland, England, September 1803)

"Come in!" invited Dr. Ballsoff in response to Flashmember's knock on the door. The Headboy then entered the school physician's rooms with the two new boys, Tom and Christopher.

Tom and Christopher were immediately shocked to discover that the Doctor was currently attending to a naked young patient, a handsome 14 year-old, who was strapped face-up and spreadeagled to a leather examination couch. "Ah," declared Ballsoff, on observing the two young boys in Flashmember's company, "these must be Brown T and West. I've been looking forward to meeting you both personally. However, just bear with me for a moment until I finish!"

"This young miscreant from your own House," the Doctor announced, "has been sent to me for frequently soiling the Housemaster's...er...sorry...I mean his own bedclothes with involuntary penile emissions. I'm therefore examining his penis to see exactly how much it can produce."

Ballsoff happily held up a glass jar which was half full of white liquid. "I've been masturbating him," the Doctor subsequently advised "on the hour, every hour, since breakfast and he's not failed to produce!"

Both Tom and Christopher were not sure what 'masturbating' meant. However, they now guessed correctly from their experiences of the last day or so, and from observing that the 14 year-old's rigid cock was as red as his face, as the Doctor continued to rub.

The presence of three new young spectators seemed to energise the 14 year-old penis further and the experimental subject was soon raising his bottom from the couch and adding a fresh contribution to the jar. "Remarkable," declared the Doctor, "that's the eighth ejaculation today. I wonder how many more times he'll be able to produce the stuff. I'll be up all night and so will his penis at this rate!"

"I'm afraid," the Doctor added, "that the only practical cure for this malady might be physical admonition of his genitals whenever they misbehave, plus enforced celibacy, using some form of chastity belt. Ideally, the surgery that I inflict on cattle and horses would be preferable but I'm sure there would be objections to me gelding the brat!"

Tom and Christopher both immediately remembered Flashmember's earlier words about the Doctor probably possessing an inherent desire to geld pupils. They therefore quietly prayed that Ballsoff would never be provided with the opportunity. However, what neither young newcomer knew was that castration was increasingly being proposed by some physicians of the period, who were deeply imbued by so-called fundamental Christian ethics, as an ideal cure for evil addiction to self-abuse through masturbation, which supposedly inflicted certain boys. Worse still, such views were supported by a few parents and guardians.

Ballsoff, after washing his hands in a nearby sink, now turned his attention to the new boys by commanding "Right, come forward, Brown T and West, so that I can get a good look at you." Tom and Christopher complied and the Doctor then slowly strolled round them, gaining full appreciation of their sweet clothed forms and looking forward to viewing soon the uncovered variety.

Ballsoff eventually held each boy by his chin and moved their heads from side to side, as he studied their sublime facial features. The Doctor followed this up with a check of the temperature of Tom and Christopher, undertaken by placing his right palm on their foreheads. He completed his preliminary examination by inspecting their perfect white teeth.

"Right," Ballsoff then ordered, with undisguised relish, "off with your clothes, as I need to examine your naked bodies. Place your garments neatly on the floor. It's been cleaned as usual this morning by my young pupil assistant." He did not add that the 11 year-old concerned had completed his morning chores after spending the night, as usual, in the Doctor's bed.

The faces of Tom and Christopher became as red as that of the pupil still strapped to the couch, as they slowly and reluctantly began to unbutton their shirts. Meanwhile, Ballsoff sat on a chair next to the young bound patient to observe the stimulating spectacle. As the Doctor did so, he also noticed that the now flaccid cock of the adjacent 14 year-old was beginning to harden again whilst he too watched the new boys disrobing.

"Remarkable!" Ballsoff repeated, whilst his own cock, hidden under his trousers and gown, grew in sympathy. The manly shaft was to continue to increase in size, as Tom and Christopher placed their shirts on the floor, followed by their shoes, socks and shorts. The adult erection eventually became full when underpants were finally removed and the boys stood naked before him, hands shyly shielding their private parts.

"Right, Brown T," a very happy Ballsoff next commanded, "you first. Come to me!"

Tom reluctantly obeyed, with his hesitation compounded by knowledge that Ballsoff was ominously a friend of a friend of his hated uncle. The Doctor immediately reached out for the boy's left hand, which he proceeded to examine carefully, checking the clean neatly trimmed fingernails before progressing to the rest of the now outstretched arm.

Ballsoff subsequently placed Tom's left palm on top of the neat silky straight brown hair of the boy's head, telling him to keep his hand there. The Doctor then proceeded to conduct a similar inspection of the right upper limb, which in the process deprived a nicely excited little 10 year-old cock of its former manual covering.

Having subsequently forced Tom's right hand to rest next to the left on the boy's own head, Ballsoff continued his meticulous and, for him, highly stimulating intimate visual and manual check of the new pupil's beautiful body, turning the delightful form around when the sides and rear required his attention. The 10 year-old's embarrassing little erection, the sight of which delighted the Doctor immensely, eventually quivered noticeably when, amidst the humiliating procedure, he was bent over so that the physician could verify the child's currently maintained anal virginity.

Ballsoff reserved the delights of Tom's genitalia for last. "Did you know, Brown T," the Doctor asked as he weighed the deeply humiliated boy's scrotum in the palm of his right hand, "that I am acquainted with a friend of your guardian?"

"I had been told, Doctor," Tom nervously replied, whilst his facial blush achieved an even deeper hue. "Well," Ballsoff continued, with a sudden rather sinister tone in his voice, "he's asked me to take extra special care of you!"

Ballsoff then squeezed Tom's nicely hung rotund scrotum, causing the boy to wince and utter a loud anguished "Oh!" "I'm sorry," the Doctor responded, albeit without much conviction, as he reduced the painful pressure on the 10 year-old's testes, "if that hurt but now please cough!"

Ballsoff now shocked Tom further by concluding his genital examination by masturbating the ashamed and now almost traumatised boy. "Do you ever do this yourself, Brown T?" the Doctor queried, as he proceeded.

Tom stuttered truthfully "No .D .Doctor." "Well, don't be tempted," advised Ballsoff hypocritically, as he continued to rub the boy's small erection, "because it's a nasty naughty habit that reduces life essences and makes people tired and unproductive!"

Tom next uttered another "Oh!" but not with pain. The boy's body simultaneously visibly shuddered, and a little drop of colourless liquid fell from his engorged cockhead. "No semen yet, then," declared Ballsoff, as he now stood to wash his hands at the sink.

"I'll want to monitor the development of your genitals on a regular basis, Brown T, including your progress towards producing semen through masturbation," Ballsoff informed the bemused and embarrassed Tom, whilst then telling a falsehood in explanation. "You have a larger than normal scrotum for a boy of your tender years," the Doctor lied, "so I'll need to keep a watch on your sexual organs to make sure that there's nothing untoward!" In fact, the physician just liked fondling the private parts of exceptionally pretty pupils.

Ballsoff regained his seat and, after taking in one final view of the gorgeous and deeply abashed young naked form in front of him, advised "You may redress, Brown T, as otherwise you seem fine." The Doctor then happily commanded of the similarly highly attractive and nude Christopher, whom he excitedly was to examine next, "Now, young West, come here!"

The redressed Tom and Christopher, still feeling the shock resulting from their latest humiliation subsequently left Ballsoff's rooms with Flashmember just before the school clock chimed 4. The Headboy's hidden cock had fully appreciated the last hour.

Flashmember returned the two newcomers to their classroom to join up with the rest of the form, who had recently been to the gymnasium. Before departing, the Headboy reminded Tom "Don't forget, you and Morton are to come to my rooms at 8 o'clock!" The 10 year-old again shivered in response.

The next two hours were spent learning about Socrates, Plato and Aristotle before class was dismissed for the day and most of the pupils made their way to the main hall for their evening stew. However, Tom was ominously ordered by Younglove to remain behind.

"Now, Brown T," announced the Form-master, sinisterly holding in his hand the 12-inch ruler with which he had hit the boy earlier, "let's see whether you have really learnt to pay attention. One stroke of this implement for every question you answer incorrectly!"

Younglove then conducted his examination of Tom's knowledge by asking the scared boy twenty questions relating to the day's lessons. The Form-master was rather disappointed to discover that the 10 year-old only responded incorrectly only four times.

Nevertheless, the four hard stinging strokes of the ruler across Tom's right palm added nicely to the existing redness, and set up the evening pleasantly for Younglove, who now happily contemplated Jones D's later arrival in his rooms.

Tom was finally released from class to consume his evening stew, although the recent beating of his hand and the as yet unknown chastisement to come from Flashmember again rendered his appetite poor. Afterwards, he returned with Christopher and Jonathan and five other roommates to his dormitory, just as the school clock was chiming 7 o'clock.

"Where are the others?" Tom asked Jonathan, whilst noticing that eight of the boys from his dormitory and whilst also examining his sore hand. "They've been assigned chores," replied the dormleader, "but I don't know why they've been chosen and not us."

"What would normally happen now if we didn't have an appointment with Flashmember?" continued the inquisitive Tom, in respect of his first night due to be spent in the dormitory, as opposed to wood, and whilst attempting to disguise his apprehension at what the assignation with the Headboy would entail. "I believe that eventually we'll all be given chores of some kind," Jonathan answered, whilst trying to hide his own fears, "as well as, when we're more settled in, private study to perform before candles out at 10 o'clock. However, until that happens, there's nothing in particular to do other than talk and play."

"We could watch the food thieves being strapped," suggested Christopher unthinkingly. He subsequently quickly realised his mistake by noticing the looks of consternation that immediately appeared on the faces of his two new friends, to whom the scene would obviously be too reminiscent of their own impending punishment at Flashmember's eager hands. "Or perhaps not!" he therefore then said belatedly and rather sheepishly.

Tom proceeded with his questioning by asking "Do we have to stay in the dormitory?" "No," replied Jonathan, "we are allowed on the playing fields until dark and can exercise in the gymnasium if we want, as long as there's no other evening activities taking place there. However, it's already pretty gloomy, and I've had enough of the gym for one day. I also think that something happens there at this time every week."

"Exactly a week ago," Jonathan advised, "I went with my other friend, Timothy, to see what might take place in the gym of an evening. We popped our heads round the doors and were quickly chased away by some staff, but not before we saw that they and the twenty or so boys who were with them were all naked."

"Wow!" Tom responded to the revelation, "I wonder if that was what Flashmember meant when he told us that the word 'gymnasium' comes from ancient Greece, and that sometimes the exercises both in the gym and outside are conducted, for a certain group of elite boys, as they were in the original gymnasia!" His two companions then joined him in blushing at the thought.

The boys' chatter eventually became less fulsome as the school clock struck the half hour. Conversation ended completely when the quarter hour before their appointment with Flashmember chimed and Tom and Jonathan reluctantly left the dormitory to stand early outside the Headboy's rooms. As they departed, Christopher, lost for appropriate sympathetic words, instead rather incongruously wished them "Good luck!"

Tom's bottom was still sore from his humiliating experience in the quadrangle on the previous evening. He now wondered how much more his posterior would hurt after Flashmember had inflicted his punishment.

Tom's buttocks clamped together in trepidation.

Chapter 7 Chastisements

(Northumberland, England, September 1803)

Flashmember was pleased to see Brown T and Morton waiting for him when he returned to his rooms after the delight of strapping the two young food thieves in the quadrangle. The hardness of the Headboy's cock intensified at the sight of the two beautiful but clearly apprehensive 10 year-olds.

Flashmember happily opened the door to his quarters and, smirking, invited Tom and Jonathan to follow him inside. The Headboy's current very pretty 11 year-old fag had earlier lit the candles and coal fire of the main room, which would now suggest a warm cosy atmosphere to any other arriving guests except, of course, for two young boys anticipating imminent pain.

The flickering flames illuminated a couple of easy chairs on the left, close to the fire, with a small low table in between, and a comfortable bed situated under a window straight ahead. A large square floor mat occupied an otherwise empty space in front of a door on the right, which led to Flashmember's personal bathroom. Tom and Jonathan were told to stand in the middle of this small carpet.

Flashmember collected a cane that rested on the mantelpiece above the fire before approaching the rightly worried and now quivering Tom and Jonathan. "Right," announced the Headboy, "for a first offence four strokes across covered backsides are customary. I don't like breaking traditions, so that's what we'll have. However, I feel a little weary after my exertions in the quad. Consequently, as you dislike each other so much that you fight, it seems appropriate for each of you to beat the other, with no holding back. I'll recognise it if you do refrain from inflicting your worst and will hit you myself if that occurs, despite my tiredness. Brown T, you can suffer initially as you're first alphabetically. So bend over, hands on shins, and don't forget to count and thank Morton for his efforts!"

Flashmember then handed his cane to the horrified Jonathan and went to sit on his bed to enjoy the spectacle. Meanwhile, Tom reluctantly but bravely obeyed the Headboy's instruction to bend over and ready himself in an appropriate manner for imminent chastisement, and he soon felt the well- used wooden switch rubbing against his bottom, as his equally unhappy new friend took aim.

Tom tensed as the cane was then withdrawn from his tight and skimpy black shorts, as he knew that the horrible implement would soon be returned with venom. However, Jonathan was unused to wielding such a tool and missed his intended central target, striking his new friend instead at the bottom of his skimpy shorts, across the very sensitive junction of upper legs and buttocks.

Tom yelped in agony and stumbled a pace forward before eventually reclaiming his emotions and returning to his original position. "One .thank .you .Morton," the tearful boy then remembered to stutter.

Jonathan, observing the red stripe that he had inadvertently created on bare skin, took more careful aim with the next three strokes to ensure that they received some cushioning from Tom's shorts and underpants. Nevertheless, the blows still smarted and produced muted cries of anguish.

Jonathan's turn to suffer had now arrived. Unlike Tom, who had already felt the cane impact against his bottom on the previous evening, the dormleader was about to be introduced to the pleasures of physical chastisement for the first time.

Jonathan handed the cane to his now standing and tearful new friend and adopted the required humiliating stance. Tom was as na‹ve as his companion in misfortune in the use of such an implement but subsequently managed to inflict the first blow accurately on the small expanse of taut curvaceous cloth presented to him for his purpose. However, despite Flashmember's warning, he withheld some of his power from this first strike, which nevertheless still caused his young victim to shriek and begin to sob.

"Not good enough," declared the observant Flashmember, whose extensive experience of such scenes, often as one of the victims himself, helped him to see through Tom's attempt to disguise the reduced power behind the hit. "Do it again," the Headboy commanded before ominously informing "and I'll now personally give you one more stroke for trying to fool me!"

The aghast Tom naturally now fully complied with Flashmember's instructions. He was also forced to add a further additional strike on Jonathan's bottom when the anguished boy, in shock, forgot to utter the required number and thanks after his virgin posterior had acquired its first fulsome stripe indicating adequate chastisement. However, the subsequent four blows were delivered to the Headboy's satisfaction.

"Come here, Brown T," the still smirking Flashmember subsequently ordered, whilst regaining his feet, "give the cane to me and bend over the bed. Morton pull his shorts and underpants down to his ankles."

Both tearful chastised boys reluctantly complied with these instructions from Flashmember, who was subsequently rewarded with another sight of Tom's bare bottom, after he had folded the 10 year-old's shirt-tail onto his lower back. The delicious curvature of the smooth creamy buttocks was decorated with five dull brown parallel stripes, created on the previous evening, and four more vivid and haphazard fresh red ones. The Headboy was looking forward to adding a further similar but even more distinct mark.

Flashmember raised the cane and, using all his strength, delivered a vicious blow to Tom's naked rear, securing a loud scream for his efforts. However, the Headboy was subsequently disappointed that his young victim remembered to thank him for adding to the collection of stripes on his anguished bottom.

"Alright, stand up Brown T and redress," Flashmember reluctantly next commanded before adding "I hope that'll teach you not to try to fool with me for, if you don't learn that lesson, there'll be many more beatings to come!" The Headboy was then amused to see, before the sight could be hidden again within shorts, that the newcomer's little cock was once more rather incongruously rigid.

"You may go," Flashmember later instructed Tom and Jonathan, after the former had redressed, "to reflect on your misbehaviour and deserved chastisement. Try to make sure that your mischief is not repeated too often or your sufferings will become far worse!"

As the two tearful 10 year-olds departed, Flashmember also indulged in his own reflections. He knew that both boys would probably suffer many more beatings at the hands of school sadists, even if they acted in line with their angelic forms, as excuses could always be found. He also now knew that he would definitely ask the Headmaster to allow Brown T to become his new fag.

The school clock then chimed another half hour and there was a knock on Flashmember's door. 'On time as usual' he further reflected, as he issued the invite to his present 11 year-old fag to enter to meet the urgent needs of his rampant cock.

(London, England, 1 week later)

The conspiratorial uncle and solicitor were dining together in the grand home of Tom's legal guardian, which had been bought from the boy's very valuable inheritance. They were meeting mainly to discuss how to invest for their own enrichment the remainder of this substantial legacy, which they intended would be non-existent as far as the rightful beneficiary was concerned after he eventually finished at Sodomhall School.

"I have received a message from my friend, the school doctor," the solicitor advised, whilst chewing his expensive sirloin steak, "and my friend tells me that he has now met and examined your young nephew. He says that the brat's obviously settling in because he already bore marks of chastisement on his palm and buttocks!"

The uncle, after sipping some very expensive red wine, happily commented, whilst his face displayed a deeply satisfied grin, "I'm sure that brat's many sufferings over the next nine years will be well deserved!"

(To be continued in chapter 8 - 'Studies')