The next day at morning break a message started circulating that there was to be a meeting in the fourth year dining hall at 12.30pm.  I was pleased with this, although it meant that we lost our recreation time, at least there would be no bullying.  All morning kids had been giving me knowing looks and winking at me because of the events in the park the previous day.  
The third and fourth year dining halls were separated by a concertina door.  As I approached it at 12.25pm, it was almost closed, but there was just enough room to walk through. I walked through the door and turned right because I would be expected to be on the stage as I was a form monitor.  I looked towards the stage to see if the teachers were there yet.  Then stopped and took another look.  There were no teachers.  Not one anywhere in the hall.  There were around two hundred kids in there, not a single adult.  On the stage were the red headed boy and a couple of his cronies.  This was a meeting I did not want to be a part of.  I turned to leave.  The door had been closed behind me and two boys were standing guard.  "Up here Wynn", the red head said in an assured voice, "You will be needed up here."I had a feeling of dread as I climbed the steps to the stage, when I stood on the platform the room went quiet.  "Have you got any fags on you?" he asked in a friendly tone.  "Er no I don't smoke, sorry."
"You'd better not have now.  Search him."
I was roughly handled while the other two boys on the stage went through all my pockets, as I did not smoke; they found nothing of interest apart from a few bits of small change, which the red head pocketed.   "You forgot his shoes, I quite often hide stuff in my shoes, take your shoes off Wynn."  I bent down to unfasten my laces and a buzz of low conversation went round the hall, which had become silent.  I stood upright again and removed my shoes with my feet.  One of the boys, picked them up and held them high in the air.  "Ok, who wants a pair of nerdy shoes? 20p for them?"
"Hey, you can't just..." I started to protest.  A heavy slap across the back of my neck told me to shut up.  
"10p then?"  The red head was smiling now. "Come on I need some cigs, ah, thank you sold to the lovely Andrea.  My heart sank, not just at the thought of losing my shoes, but at the thought that Andrea was the one to buy them.  The red head threw my shoes into the crowd, and then I saw her.  She did not keep the shoes but threw them further back into the crowd till I eventually lost sight of them.
"Who needs a tie?  10p, come on, 10p for a tie that's not bad, who wants it? "   That is when I realised, all this had been a set up.  They knew I would come to the `meeting', they had started to sell my clothes, and with Andrea in the audience, who knew where they might stop?  
"That lad just bought your tie.  Take it off and throw it to him".
"No I will not".  I was going to make my stand.  I had no intention of handing out my clothes so that the redhead could afford his next packet of fags.
"Either you take your tie off, or in future the buyer collects".  
I stood working out what he meant for a second.  It was a second too long.  "Come and collect your  tie, give Andrea your  10p".  
The boy was a little unsure of himself, but knew better than to argue, so he made his way up onto the stage.  Four hands suddenly gripped my arms, and the boy unfastened and removed my tie, then made his way back into the crowd.
"It has to be 50p for the jacket, look it is brand new, any takers?  Buyer to collect."
I found myself looking around the hall to see if anyone wanted to buy my jacket.  Two boys counted some change together and climbed onto the stage.  One hand gripped my shirt collar, and another caught hold of my hair.  The two boys quickly took my jacket off and ran back down the steps.
To my horror, as the boys made their way back, Andrea was walking slowly up the steps smiling at me as she climbed.  She walked up to me and put her hand on my shoulder, looking into my eyes she slid it down across my stomach and as it reached my trousers, she hooked her finger into the waist band and gave it a slight tug.  "Who wants me to take his shirt off?"  She looked round, nearly every one in the hall had their hand up.  "50p then, that's all it takes, 50p and off it comes."   The control these bullies had over the pupils in this school was such that they were open to any suggestion they made so long as it did not hurt them.  She looked at the red head, "ooh, look Dave, there is loads here; I bet there is £1.50."
She went behind me and draped her hands over my shoulders.  Her fingers were fumbling, but soon she found her mark, she was slowly unbuttoning my shirt.

Andrea moved her hands lower so they came under my armpits, and started to unfasten the third button, David, the red head, moved forward.  I don’t know if he kicked me or used his knee, but the force that hit my balls caused incredible pain in places I did not know could hurt so much.  I doubled up and gasped, he got hold of my shirt collar and yanked it towards him.  The shirt was half way off in that one move, the second pull had it clear of my torso. And finally he pulled it off my arms.  “There that was quicker wasn’t it?”
Andrea got a handful of my hair and pulled just enough to cause discomfort, my legs were still weak with the pain from my groin. David threw my Shirt behind him, off the stage but to no-one in particular.  A few people seemed to move towards it, and then it vanished from my view.  “Drop your pants”, David smiled as he spoke to show that he was enjoying himself..  Andrea was moving her hands all over my naked upper body,.  I felt myself starting to get aroused.  “Drop ‘em or I’ll knee you again.”  Every body in the hall was watching me now wondering what I was going to do.  I had no choice.  I did not want to feel that pain again.  I moved my hands towards the catch on my trousers.  “Come on, we have not got all day”, he snapped.  I felt the waistband give as the catch released. I slowly pulled down the zip,  being careful not to move my underwear at the same time.  I stood on the stage, with my trousers round my ankles; my tight briefs were tenting at the front as I got more and more aroused.  Andrea was still moving her hands across my body, but was slowly getting lower and lower, one or twice she had ran them over my underpants.  Suddenly she brushed against the fabric that was stretching over my erection.   She whispered into my ear, “Turn round and face me.”
She put two fingers under the waist elastic of my underwear and pulled me gently round.  I heard a mummer from the crowd behind me, and a giggle or two.  “Take them off”.  David instructed, he was still behind me.  I hesitated, Andrea cupped her hand under my testicles and started to squeeze my still tender balls.  I found my hands were moving of their own accord.  I was completely numb as I took down my underpants.   “Step out of them.” The command came from behind me.  Andrea put her hands on the back of m neck and pulled downwards so that I was bending over, then pulled my hair towards her.   I heard a loud crack, and a fire suddenly raged across my bared rump, then a swishing noise and another pain a little lower down my backside.  Andrea still holding my hair, turned me round so that her back was to the crowd, but I was facing them.  “Stand up straight you whimp.”, she commanded.  
