MR. HEMMING'S SCHOOL

BY UNKNOWN

[ part 1 ]

It all began, like so many other things, over dinner with the Baron at his house in San Francisco. As usual, our conversation soon got round to the subject of boys. He began to talk about a rather special school of his."I've got about twenty boarders there", he said. "You know how boys disappear from home and aren't seen again". I did know, indeed. Some of the Baron's agents were behind those kidnappings. "Well, a lot of the best of them end up at my school. It's a real boy-bordello. If you'd like to spend a term there, I can arrange that!".

I couldn't resist such an invitation. Next Friday, I got into the Baron's private plane. After a couple of hours' flight, we had left the land behind us and were heading out into the open sea. "The Gulf of California", said the pilot, "the west coast of Mexico!". Then we began to descend towards a small island, lying quite by itself in the blue waters...

A few minutes later, we touched down on a primitive landing-strip. The air was warm and balmy. A grey-haired man was waiting on the tarmac.

"I'm Hemming", he said, with a slight foreign accent. "Come along". We got into an old wooden shooting-brake, and in a few minutes we had arrived at the gates of the school. The gate was opened by a burly man in a khaki uniform.

"That's the Sergeant", said Mr. Hemming. "He's here to help me keep the boys in order. And stop them from trying to escape. Not that they can get very far, if they do!". In front of the school buildings, there was a grassy field surrounded on three sides by trees and shrubberies.

Mr. Hemming stopped the car, and we got out. A group of young boys, from about twelve to fourteen years old, were playing kick-about with a football. They were all deliciously pretty kids, real all-American boys, and were dressed in jerseys and shorts of different colours, white and yellow, green and red, carefully chosen to set off their good looks to the best advantage. "There are some of my boys", said Mr. Hemming. "You can do anything, and I mean anything you like with them!". In the late afternoon sunlight, that field with the boys in it,every single one of them available, looked like Paradise. "But first of all,let me show you to your quarters!". We went through the front door into a cool, panelled hall. The whole place had the authentic atmosphere of a prep school. My host led me up a broad staircase, along a corridor and into a nicely furnished room, with a big,comfortable bed. The walls were covered with pictures of outrageously pretty boys, in various stages of undress... and erection!

Mr. Hemming opened another door which led into the next room. I went through and found myself in a boy's dormitory, with eight black-painted cast-iron beds, neatly made with white pillows and sheets turned down over grey school blankets.

"You'll be the master on dorms", said Mr. Hemming. "You can either get into the boys' beds, or take them into your room, whichever you like. They all knowhow to get fucked!". For a moment, I was back at my old school again,feeling up the younger boys underneath their little cotton pyjamas... "They're a high-spirited lot sometimes", he went on. "If you want to exercise a little discipline, you'll find all the instruments you need in your room. Please do not use any others. We've got to keep the boys in good condition!". "I'll leave you now to have a rest and unpack. Come downstairs for a cocktail before dinner... shall we say in an hour's time?". I lay back on the bed, thinking...

On the wall in front of me, there was an oil-painting of a nude boy with a rampant prick and great, lustful eyes... He looked just like my fag at Eton, coming naked into my prefect's bedroom! Then I went downstairs. A boy, neatly dressed in a cherry-red school blazer buttoned up over grey flannel shorts, was waiting for me in the hall. He was a deliciously pretty thirteen- year-old, with a thick cap of honey-gold hair cut in a fringe, a round sweet face and brown eyes.

"I'm Gareth" he said softly in a rich deep choir-boy's voice. He took me by the hand and led me into Mr. Hemming's study. A dark-haired boy was standing there dressed in the same school uniform. He had full red lips and eyes so dark and lustrous that I took him for a Jew, although he had the most perfect little snub nose in the world.

"Take a chair", said my host,cordially. "The boys will pour our drinks!". As the fair-haired boy brought mine over, I put my arm round him and drew him down onto my knee. When I felt the first touch of his so sweet lips on mine, I didn't want a cocktail,anymore...

After a little while, we went into the dining-hall. I noticed that all the boys were in the same cherry-red blazers and grey shorts. They were sitting on benches down the length of the room. Mr. Hemming and I sat down at the top table, with the two boys from the sitting-room to wait on us.

"They're my prefects!", he said. He was a liberal host, and his cooking was almost as good as the Baron's. I could see that the boys were eating the same food.And they seemed to be enjoying themselves. Mr. Hemming pointed to the left-hand table. "That's your dormitory, there", he said, quietly. He looked across at Gareth, sitting there beside me. "And he's your dorm prefect!".

After dinner we had coffee in Mr. Hemming's study, with Gareth sitting close beside me on the sofa, and the dark-haired boy, who was called Yomtob,curled up with my host in his big arm-chair. Gareth's brown eyes were gazing up at me, and as I kissed him over and over again and ruffled his soft yellow hair, my other hand slowly unbuttoned the fly of his shorts, and slipped inside... What I felt there was already hard and moist to my touch,promising sweet delights to come. Neither of us spoke. Mr. Hemming was similarly occupied with the boy on his knee. Suddenly, a bell rang outside.

"That's the boys' bedtime", said Mr.Hemming, getting up. "Come along with me, please". He led the way back to the dining-hall, where the other boys were reading and larking about. The two prefects briskly separated their charges into their respective groups.Gareth gathered his group around me. "Good night, my dear sir", said Mr.Hemming, and left the room, followed by Yomtob and his contingent. It was clearly time for me to take over. "Right, boys", I said, "go up to the dorm now, and lie down on your beds. But none of you start getting undressed till I come! Gareth, I want you to find a gramophone and some pop records. We're going to have a ball".

I went upstairs to my room, washed and changed into a satin shirt and a pair of soft creamy leather breeches with a pull-down flap in front,fastened at the waist by two buttons. I knew that most boys were turned o n by the feel of leather rubbing against their soft bodies. And it would be the work of a moment to get out my prick. A long, thin, whippy black riding-switch had been left in my room. Now I was equipped for sex! I went through to the dorm. There I was, alone with a bevy of nubile kids, sitting and lying on their neatly-made beds in their red blazers and short grey flannel pants. I licked my lips. Before the night was finished, their clothes would be scattered all over the floor, in such confusion that no one would know who they belonged to... and those beds would be so rumpled, that matron would have had a fit!

I went over to Gareth's bed and pulled the boy onto his feet. I stood there quietly for a moment, with my arm about his waist, looking round at the other boys. "We'll start with a strip-tease competition", I cried, "each one of you in turn. We've got plenty of time. And the best boy will win a prize!".

Gareth put on a long-playing pop record, and suddenly the dormitory was full of sound. I sat down on the edge of his bed, and motioned two of the other boys to come and sit there with me. "I shall be wanting some assistance", I said to the boy on my right, squeezing him gently between his legs. He was a lovely, tall, slim dark-haired youngster of fourteen, with deep blue eyes. "What's your name?". "Adam", he replied. The other boy,called Robert, was a sturdy thirteen-year-old with thick, deep red-gold hair, cut in a fringe over his widely-spaced blue eyes. I left Gareth standing there in front of me. Slowly, my eyes travelled up and down his body. "You're the first heat", I cried. "You like discos, don't you. So take your blazer off!".

Obediently, the young boy undid the brass button in front of his red blazer and slipped it off his shoulders. In his grey pullover and shorts, he began to wriggle his hips in time with music. As he stood there dancing, his eyes set in his head and his little pink tongue was protruding from his mouth. After a little while, the music changed from a fast tempo to a slower,smoochy number. "Come on, you luscious boy", I said, smiling, "you're going to strip for me. Unfasten your shorts at the waist. That's right... Now...open your fly-buttons. Lovely...".

I reached forward, undid the bottom button of his shirt and pulled it apart. A light on the dormitory wall shone like a spot on the boy's grey uniform shorts, still hugging his hips but now showing a broad V of his white underpants, stretched out tight over his under belly. I watched him for a couple of minutes, as his hips twisted slowly...

"Oh... you little... beauty", I shouted, quite entranced. "Take off your sweater!". His slim body stretched out as he pulled it up over his head, and made his wriggling hips look even more sexy in their grey school-boy shorts. "And your tie", I cried. The red and yellow tie came off. "Undo your collar". How I was enjoying that pretty kid! I could see his breast heaving under his shirt. "Now get your shorts half down to your knees. Stop there! Legs apart...Keep them up like that!". The boy was obeying my every command. "Take your hands away", I cried."and twist... I want to see those shorts come down by themselves!".

All the time, I was playing with the two boys on either side of me,rubbing at their cocks over the front of their shorts and going up inside the legs to feel their peachy thighs! Inch by inch, Gareth's grey shorts slipped down to his knees... and down his legs... until they sank in a rumpled heap over his shoes. "Kick them off", I ordered. "Shoes and socks off".

He bent down, his hair brushing against my crotch. Then I made him stand up again, and go on dancing. All the boy seemed to have on now was his snowy-white shirt, which fell back around his hips... and how sexy his long slim legs looked underneath it! The pace of the music became faster again. "Put your hands on your hips,and ruck up your shirt", I cried. Now I could see his white underpants. They had faded to that pale shade through frequent washing. I was sure that in this place, they often became soaked with cum! And yes...they were showing a nice, big bulge in front. "Undo your shirt, kid!", I ordered. His little fingers went down the front undoing the buttons,revealing his sweet boy's breast. And his little pink tits. "Take it off!Come on, honey... that's it". He pulled his shirt off his back and there was that pretty Gareth, stripped naked except for his tight cotton briefs. I hugged Adam and Robert round their waists. "Now... you two... get down,either side of him. You boys pull his briefs down. Slo...wly!!!".

I sat there, on Gareth's bed, to watch the last scrap of clothing being removed from the boy's lush body. The thin white cotton stretched and creased... and there was his prick, stiff and rampant, and his balls, all swelling out firm and round, and still smooth and hairless. The blue knickers slid right down his slender legs.

"Adam... Robert... get hold of his arms", I shouted, "bring him up close... and keep him standing there,just like that!". I leaned forward to take him, and the boy's cock slipped smoothly into my open mouth. I sucked and sucked... while the boys held him there, standing up. His hips lurched and heaved, the boy gasped, and began to shoot. That kid almost choked me with his first load! Then the boys let go of him, and Gareth tumbled into a heap on the floor.I stood up, the blood pounding in my ears. That kid had been playing up to me all evening, and I couldn't hold myself back any longer. I just had to fuck him now. And fuck him hard. I lifted him off the floor and threw him onto the nearest bed. The naked boy lay there on his back, panting, with his arms and legs sprawled out.

In a moment, I had unbuttoned the front of my breeches. I dabbed some KY onto my burning prick, grabbed the boy by his ankles and pulled his body towards me until his narrow hips were resting on the cast-iron rail of the bedstead. Then I raised his feet up to the level of my ears, stretching his legs out straight, held them open wide... and with a savage thrust, I had him! Gareth yelled as he felt my prick slide right home between his bottom-cheeks. My hands worked his legs back and forth in the air as I plunged and plunged again, deep into his hot, squeezing little-boy cunt! He put his hands behind his thighs to support his legs. I looked down between them at the boy writhing on the bed. All the other boys were watching us. I caught the eye of a dark-haired twelve-year-old called Lee.

"Come over and wank him", I cried. Lee scrambled onto the bed and took Gareth's cock into his little hand. Then I was conscious only of a blur of cherry-red and grey around the naked Gareth struggling beneath me as we fucked him and wanked him at the same time. The boy moaned as a stream of white cum spurted out onto his creamy breast and stomach. Then, with one final lunge, my prick pumped its load of sperm into him! I pulled out of him, flung myself down on the bed with him and cuddled him close for a moment. I felt his naked body pressing against mine, hot with sweat and all sticky with his cum. Then I got a towel and rubbed him down, made him put on his night-clothes and get into bed. Those boys didn't wear pyjamas. Mr. Hemming liked them to sleep in white cotton vests, and little sports shorts fitting tight round their hips. I thought how nicely they would come off when I got into bed with them. I fastened up my leather breeches and sat down on the bed again. Now I would have the next boy to play with. I beckoned to a beautiful twelve-year-old kid, who was sitting there quietly on the edge of his bed.He had long soft fair hair, curling over his ears. I looked up and down his slim figure. This little boy had all three blazer buttons done up, and his grey shorts looked trim and neat under his coat.

"What's your name", I asked. "Lawrence", he replied softly, "they call me Lol". I told two of the other boys, Mitchie and Preston, to come over. "It's Lol's turn next" I said, "and you boys are going to do the stripping. Take his blazer off!".

I could feel myself getting another hard-on, as their little hands unbuttoned Lol's red blazer and peeled it back off his sloping shoulders. "Hands on your head, Lol... stretch... really stretch... and start jiving!". I watched him dance like that for a little while. Then... "pullover off...", I cried, "now his tie... You boys like stripping him, don't you!".

The music swelled up again to an excited frenzy.

"Get his shorts open...", I cried. "Down a bit. Now leave them... just there...". They had got his fly open, down to his crotch, and the grey flannel nicely rumpled around his hips. The boy was wriggling his thighs about... but this time the shorts wouldn't come down by themselves! I leaned forward, and little by little I pulled and teased at them until they slid down his legs to his feet. He stepped out of them with a sexy smile...

"We'll have his shirt off, next". The two boys were quick to oblige. The shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a white cotton vest on underneath.

"Take his vest off", I cried. "Now... you sexy boy", I went on, loving every moment of it, "I will remove your briefs!". I leaned forward and slowly pulled his little white pants down. "You're naked now, honey", I said, softly, "and I'm going to watch you being fucked! Mitchie... Preston... get your shirts off.Quickly".

I was already undoing their shorts. While they struggled with ties and buttons, I pulled the boys' shorts and their pants right down to their feet. Then I made Lol lie down over the edge of his bed, with his knees on the floor, slightly apart. I placed his pillow under his head, and he drew up his elbows on either side of it, to support his head on his hands. He looked round, and smiled at me seductively.

"You've been had before!", I said. "Yes, the little tart!", exclaimed Mitchie, suddenly. "he gets it almost every night". I looked hard at him. "Well, Mitchie", I laughed, "since you know all about it... you can go up him first!". The boys watched me as I spread the KY between Lol's bottom-cheeks, and rubbed it right inside with first one, then two fingers. His face flushed,and he wriggled his hips under my probing hand. Mitchie's little-boy's prick was sticking out in front of him like a poker. I took it into my hand, which was all wet and sticky with the KY, and squeezed him gently. The flesh was hard... and hot! Then I picked up my black riding-switch, and slowly drew it across the fair-haired boy's bottom.

"There you are, Mitch!", I cried. "Now I want to see you ride him!". Mitchie got down in front of his victim, roughly parted Lol's slender thighs and pressed in... Lol let out a gasping cry as the boy's thrust went home. I raised my switch high above my head, and THWAAAACK!... down it came across Mitchie's outstripped, naked bottom. And again... and again... The room was filled with a succession of strangled yelps as with every plunge into the fair-haired boy beneath him, my switch whipped down on Mitchie's heaving buttocks. I was goading him to rape that writhing boy without mercy!The four boys who still had all their clothes on were clutching at the front of their shorts... or each other's. Someone began to pull Lee's pants down. Then Mitchie yelled out loud as he spent himself in Lol's body. I pushed him aside and made Preston take his place. I whipped up that dark- haired beauty as he fucked Lol... till he came off inside him, too!

Then the storm broke. The whole dorm was out of control. Shorts and underpants were coming off...shirts torn open... the boys were rolling about on the beds and tumbling onto the floor, sucking and fucking each other in a mad orgy. I had to join in! I threw the riding-whip away, tore the waistband of my breeches wide open, pulled another boy off the half-naked Lee... and with one lunge I was in him, up to the hilt. The little twelve-year-old loins gripped me so tight that I couldn't move. We rolled over and over on the bed, the boy impaled on my burning prick. Preston's wet mouth closed over Lee's cock. My hands reached down and dug themselves into his thick back hair, and held him. Lee was yelling out with the pain. But his tightly clenched muscles would not let me go. His body twisted in a great convulsion as he came off deep inside Preston's throat. Another boy's cock slipped smoothly between my lips. I caught a glimpse of half pulled-down sky- blue shorts. It was Gareth!

The next moment, his creamy sperm was flooding into my mouth. That was enough.My whole body tensed like a spring... and burning hot cum spurted out of me in spasm after spasm, deep into Lee's young body. I stayed there, with the boy's muscles hugging me, until my prick softened and I could pull out of him. For a long time, I just lay there with little Lee in my arms, almost oblivious to my surroundings. I was faintly aware that the tumult around me had died down to little scufflings and laughter. Then I sat up and looked around.

All was quiet in the big dormitory. The boys were lying around, some in couples and some alone, their legs spread out in attitudes of complete abandon. One or two still had their shirts or vests on, but there wasn't a pair of shorts or underpants left on among the lot of them. It was time to take matters in hand.

"Get up, boys, all of you", I cried. "We're all going under the hot shower. That'll make you feel better!".Gareth led the way, and in a few moments I was splashing about in the shower-room with them, while the boys soaped each other's bodies... and mine, too! I noticed what a beautiful body young Robert had. He saw me looking at him, and smiled back at me with open invitation in his blue eyes.Yes... I was going to have him next.

We towelled ourselves dry, and the boys trooped back into the dormitory. I made them all put on their little vests and shorts. I was still completely naked. I walked slowly round the dormitory, getting the boys into bed and tucking them up, giving a boy a tongue-kiss here and slipping my hand down tight moist shorts there. I left Robert to the last. Then, without a word, I pulled him out of his bed and led him along to my private room.

Once I had got him inside and the door was closed, I put my hands on his shoulders and looked hard at him.

"What would you like to do, Robert?", I said, softly. He smiled back at me with desire in his eyes. "Like to tie me up? Hands behind the back?", he replied, suiting the action to the word. So that youngster was into bondage, was he! There were lots of box-ropes in the cupboard. I turned the boy round and made him feel the knots go home. I pushed him back onto the bed. Then I tied Robert's ankles securely to the bedposts. My prick rose up in a great hard-on. I was all alone with that boy, and I had him securely bound hand and foot, with his black polyester sports shorts spread open wide! I went to see what other instruments Mr. Hemming had left out for me to punish the boys with. There was a little creamy-white gadget for giving them electric shocks. If that was safe to use on the boy, well... I would enjoy watching him writhe in his bonds! I plugged it into the mains, and sat down on the bed beside him, with the wicked little device in my hand.

"How about a touch of this, Robert!", I said, smiling down at the pinioned boy as he lay there. "Do you know how it feels?". "No", he gasped out, "but I've seen the other kids get it. Try it on me... Try it now!".

Very slowly and deliberately, I pulled his vest out from under the elastic waist of his tight black sports shorts, front and back. I switched the little white applicator on, and began to rub it against the boy's naked flesh under the vest, caressing his stomach, round and round his little belly-button, rucking up his vest as I went along. What an effect it had on that boy! Robert was bucking and jerking wildly on the bed as the shocks went coursing through his body. His lips parted, and his breath began to come in great panting gasps. His cock was stiffening under the elastic waistband of his shorts. I pulled the vest right up to his neck, and nudged the machine over one of the boy's stiff little pink tits, and held it there...

Then, I did the same with the other nipple... Robert was making little tormented, choking, moaning noises. I began to rub the device up and down his naked thighs... over the legs of his tight silky shorts... and then I pressed it in between them, and held it down on the bulge of his cock. The boy closed his eyes. He was tossing himself wildly from side to side, and his whole body broke out in great beads of sweat. Oh... that sweet musky smell of young boy... I was back again in the changing-room at Eton, pulling the baggy blue football pants off a young red-haired boy, rather like him, who had just come in hot from games!Robert's body jerked even more violently... once... and then again... and I put my hand there and felt the delicious wetness seeping through his shorts all over my clutching fingers.

As I did so, a great tingling sensation ran right up my arm, and pulsed and thrilled through my body. The sight of that boy in his orgasm, while I felt the shocks I was giving him, was more than my flesh and blood could stand. Involuntarily, I was jerking off... and my cum sprayed right into his crotch, soaking the boy's shorts for the second time! Gently, I untied the knots which bound his hands and feet. Then I gathered the half-fainting kid up, just as he was, and got him into bed. I turned out the lights, slipped in beside him, and held him tight... SO tight! In a moment, Robert's breathing became soft and regular. The boy was fast asleep.I pulled his vest down to his waist, but I left his sopping wet shorts on.They felt all warm and lovely, pressed close against my prick.

The next morning, I awoke early. Far from being exhausted by the night's rampages, I felt alert and ready for more games. I got up without disturbing the sleeping boy beside me, and went back into the dormitory. The morning sunlight was pouring in through the big windows, but all the boys were still fast asleep. I looked down at young Adam, with his dark hair and flushed cheek pressed against his pillow. Quietly, I got into the boy's bed. Adam stirred and slowly opened his cornflower-blue eyes. He was in that delicious state of drowsiness, halfway between sleeping and waking, when young boys are so often at their sexiest! He tightened his slender arms around me. I was still completely naked, and the thin cotton of his white T-shirt felt soft and smooth against my body. I was now going to get him into the same state of essential nudity! I slipped my hands into the elastic of his blue shorts, and began to pull them down over his hips. Yes, they were tight, but soon I had got them down to his knees. Suddenly the boy lurched, drew up one leg, got his foot inside his pants and kicked them down to the bottom of the bed. The narrow mattress creaked under his wriggling body, and all the bedclothes began to come off.

The scuffling noise we were making woke up Lol, and another little boy called Nicky, who were sleeping on either side of him. They sat up in bed in their white short-sleeved vests, watching us. I looked round at them both, and smiled. Then I got on top of Adam, pulled his white vest up over his shoulders, and began to suck him off. The last of the bedclothes slipped away. I turned the boy's slim hips over to make him lie on his face. He rested his head on his hands,waiting... I hadn't got the KY, but my prick was drooling with its morning erection, and Adam was fourteen! I jabbed it hard into his body. At once the boy gave way... and I was plunging up and down, up and down, inside his throbbing boy-cunt. In less than a minute, the sperm came flooding out of me, deep down in him... and the boy came too, all over the white sheet. Then I told all the boys to get up and get dressed. I lay back on Adam's bed, lazily watching them pulling up their little grey shorts and tying their ties. I took them downstairs to breakfast. Mr. Hemming was there to greet me. Over a hearty meal, he explained that the boys had their lessons in the morning. These always included an hour in the gym.

"Take your cane",he said, chuckling. "I expect you'll find an excuse to use it". He turned round to Gareth. "You're a prefect... but you still get beaten quite often,don't you!".

"Yes...", the boy murmured, wriggling his little bottom about in his chair as if he could feel the cane coming down on him.