THE OTHER TOM BROWN'S SCHOOLDAYS Chapter 10
  By Pueros
  
  This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY
  
  Chapter 10 – Fags
  
  (Northumberland, England, October 1803)
  
  Tom was woken by the sound of coals being raked. He opened
  his eyes and saw pretty 11 year-old Adam, dressed only in
  skimpy white running shorts, attending to Flashmember's
  grate. The Headboy's current full-time fag was restoring the
  fire so that the 18 year-old's room would be warm when he
  arose.
  
  Autumn in this remote bleak part of Northumberland was
  frequently cold and miserable. However, this day was
  actually to be an exception, turning out to be sunny and
  mild and also the worst in Tom's life so far.
  
  Tom leaned up and looked around him. Flashmember was snoring
  gently next to him and on the other side of the Headboy lay
  a somnolent Christopher, as naked as his two bed partners.
  
  Tom returned his head to the pillow, closed his eyes and
  recalled the humiliations of the previous day, not knowing
  that far worse was imminent. He and Christopher had been
  summoned after assembly to see Flashmember, who informed
  them that the Headmaster and school Physician had kindly
  allowed him to appoint them as his part-time fags to help
  reduce the burden on the overworked Adam. The smirking
  Headboy advised that he could utilise their services
  whenever their adult pedagogues did not require them.
  
  Tom and Christopher were aghast, guessing correctly what
  some of these services would entail. Both 10 year-olds had
  hoped that their nights off from providing the lecherous
  Doctors of Divinity and Medicine with sexual favours, whilst
  the men enjoyed the bodies of others from their coterie of
  select pupils, would be spent recuperating from the adult's
  shameful and painful attentions. However, it now seemed that
  at least some of these evenings would instead now be spent
  entertaining Flashmember.
  
  Flashmember also proceeded to tell Tom and Christopher that
  they were excused afternoon lessons, as they were to
  accompany him to Sodomhall village, where it was market day,
  and he needed some assistance with a few transactions he had
  to complete on behalf of himself and the Headmaster. "Report
  to me at the main entrance at 1 o'clock sharp, and don't
  forget to wear your caps as we're leaving school grounds!"
  was the Headboy's last command to his new fags, who thought
  that their first chore did not seem too bad after all. It
  would be the two newcomers' first excursion outside the
  school since they had arrived a month earlier and they
  actually began to look forward to the experience, a feeling
  that would be short-lived.
  
  The walk to the village, along undulating muddy narrow
  lanes, took almost an hour and the market was very crowded
  and busy when the threesome arrived. Flashmember immediately
  made for a particular clothes retailer, provider of all the
  school uniforms.
  
  The trader, a plainly attired middle-aged man of rather ugly
  appearance, eyed the two sweet new boys, whom he had never
  seen previously, accompanying Flashmember. After
  ascertaining that the usual discount facility was in place,
  the Headboy gave the man some cash to buy a box of new
  socks.
  
  "Which one?" asked Flashmember. "The blonde I think!"
  answered the retailer.
  
  "Fine," Flashmember replied, before turning to Christopher
  and instructing "Go with Mr. Coxhead here and do whatever he
  says, as you'll be in great trouble if you don't.
  Afterwards, bring the box of socks to the village inn, where
  you'll find Brown T and me."
  
  Flashmember subsequently shook hands with the trader and
  said his farewells with the appendage "Enjoy!" The Headboy
  then walked away, ordering Tom to follow him.
  
  Tom looked behind, as he trailed Flashmember, to see that
  the retailer, having left his stall in the charge of an
  assistant, had put his arm around Christopher's shoulders
  and was leading the boy to a large covered horse-drawn
  wagon. The vehicle boasted 'Coxhead for Quality Fittings'
  painted on the side in large lettering.
  
  The transaction at the inn was for a crate of locally brewed
  bottled beer, perhaps appropriately labelled 'Dickup's
  Stout, the strongest Sodomhall infusion'. The innkeeper,
  less cleanly dressed, older and even uglier than the market
  trader, spied Tom and agreed to the usual price-cut.
  
  "Mr. Dickup needs your help in the cellars, Brown T,"
  Flashmember therefore told his remaining 10 year-old
  companion, "and you will oblige him, won't you? Don't forget
  the consequences of failing to please!"
  
  The still rather innocent and naïve Tom compliantly followed
  the innkeeper behind the bar of his busy establishment,
  where a trapdoor was opened, giving access to the cellar
  below via a steep ladder. "You go first!" suggested Mr.
  Dickup and the boy again obeyed, expecting to have to help
  shift crates and barrels once down.
  
  The innkeeper followed, closing the trapdoor behind him
  before turning to Tom, who was beginning to shiver in the
  chill of the cellar. "Now lad," Mr. Dickup declared, "you
  heard what the Headboy said, that you're to be good and
  obedient. So, you can start by taking your clothes off!"
  
  "Teas up!" announced Adam. Tom, beginning to shiver again,
  not with the chill of the inn cellar but rather with the
  recollection of what happened there, reopened his eyes.
  Flashmember and Christopher followed suit. All three sat up
  in bed to receive mugs of hot tea from the 11 year-old, who
  then returned to the blazing fire to prepare the Headboy's
  toast using a large brass fork.
  
  Flashmember sipped his tea and a smile came to his face as
  he remembered the previous evening's pleasurable activities
  in his rooms. He had given Adam the night off whilst his two
  new part-time fags entertained him. He had ordered them to
  strip and wash each other in his personal bath before
  requiring the naked 10 year-olds to show him how much they
  were friends by making love on his bed whilst he watched
  from his armchair.
  
  Flashmember had been compelled to collect his cane from his
  mantelpiece before the initially very reluctant Tom and
  Christopher were encouraged to start kissing and fondling
  each other. However, use of the instrument had not been
  needed, as it soon became clear that, after early
  inhibitions had dissipated, the boys were really beginning
  to enjoy what they were doing, which was evident from the
  full erections they quickly developed, accompanied by quiet
  moans of genuine pleasure.
  
  Flashmember watched the highly erotic scene for a while,
  whilst living up to his surname by exposing his own large
  cock, which he proceeded to rub gently. The Headboy then
  eventually ordered Tom and Christopher to "Masturbate each
  other to climax!"
  
  Tom and Christopher had already brought each other close to
  orgasm and now experienced no compulsion whatsoever in
  complying with Flashmember's command. They actually needed
  little encouragement to pump each other's penises more
  vigorously to almost simultaneous ecstatic dry orgasms, the
  achievement of which was obvious from the way in which their
  beautiful nude bodies quivered in each other's arms.
  
  After the now panting and red-faced Tom and Christopher had
  eventually opened their eyes, as they came down from their
  sexual highs, they saw that Flashmember was standing by the
  bed, also now naked and sporting his own fulsome erection.
  "My turn, I think," declared the Headboy happily, "so let me
  lay between you. You can lick and suck my nipples, West,
  whilst you, Brown T, can do the same for my cock. We'll
  decide later who I'll bugger first!"
  
  In the event, Flashmember sodomised Tom first before
  requiring the boys to return to their former stimulating
  tasks on his body, although in reverse fashion, and later
  enjoying the tight fit of Christopher's rectum. The
  Headboy's delightful evening was finished off when each 10
  year-old brought him to further climaxes and swallowed the
  product of their oral ministrations. Exhausted sleep had
  then overwhelmed the threesome.
  
  "Well, Brown T and West," announced Flashmember, as he
  sipped his tea and ate his fresh toast, "I have another
  errand for you to perform for me today. Do you know which of
  the local hills is Atio Fell?"
  
  Tom and Christopher, now deeply apprehensive about such
  missions after their experiences of the previous day,
  confessed that they did not. "It doesn't really matter,"
  Flashmember replied, "as I'll point it out to you later.
  There's a farm on the fell. Instead of going on your morning
  run along the normal route, I'd like you to go there."
  
  "Farmer Allcock," Flashmember advised, "will give you some
  boxes of eggs. You'll bring them back to me after making the
  appropriate payment, and I think that you both now
  understand what that'll involve!"
  
  Both boys now did believe what Farmer Allcock would expect
  in return for his eggs. Their assumption appeared correct
  when they later set off for the fell, dressed only in their
  white shorts, as if performing the morning run, for they
  were given no money to make alternative recompense.
  
  Tom and Christopher were silent, as they ran barefoot over
  the dewy fields towards the distant Atio Fell. Both boys
  could see the farm buildings towards the top of the hill and
  wondered what awful sexual services they would have to
  provide in order to secure the eggs.
  
  As they proceeded, neither boy remarked on the fact that
  they had noticed that the bulges at the front of each
  other's shorts had grown noticeably bigger. They were both
  astounded and ashamed that recall of the events of the
  previous day, and realisation regarding the type of
  recompense that they would imminently have to provide for
  Farmer Allcock in return for his eggs, had somehow induced
  genital excitement.
  
  As Tom ran towards his fate on Atio Fell, he remembered his
  experience of the day before in the cellar of Sodomhall
  village's solitary tavern. After stripping, the boy had been
  forced to lie over a barrel placed sideways on the cold
  floor, whilst the innkeeper undid his own trouser buttons.
  The 10 year-old then felt Mr. Dickup lean over him to
  introduce his engorged cockhead to the sadly no-longer
  virginal young sphincter.
  
  Tom's subsequent agonised shriek was muted by the fact that
  the innkeeper had placed a hand over the boy's mouth. The
  man did not want his patrons upstairs to be unduly disturbed
  by any inconsiderate noise from his latest recompense for
  Flashmember's cut-price beer, which the 10 year-old now
  appreciated appeared to be well labelled. The large cock now
  painfully intruding into his innards was indeed proving to
  be a 'dickup 's stout', and 'the strongest Sodomhall
  infusion'.
  
  A rather dirty cloth was later used to attempt to clean
  Tom's bumcrack of surplus semen before he was allowed to
  redress and clamber, now rather red-faced, back upstairs. As
  the boy then emerged from the cellar, many of the patrons
  glanced knowingly at him over their tankards of beer, whilst
  sporting broad grins, and consequently the 10 year-old's
  shame and facial blush both increased in intensity.
  
  Meanwhile, Christopher's similar experience nearby was a bit
  more comfortable because the inside of the retailer's wagon
  was not chilly and, after disrobing, he was not required to
  lean over cold wood. The boy was instead bent over a steep
  pile of varied clothing and his own attempted screams were
  stifled by a sock in his mouth, whilst his sodomiser lived
  up to the banner on the side of his vehicle, which boasted
  'Coxhead for Quality Fittings'.
  
  The two scared runners eventually reached Atio Fell Farm and
  Mr. Allcock, who had seen them approach, was waiting for
  them in the farmyard, along with many clucking hens, a large
  cockerel, a wandering goat and a dirty sty full of pigs.
  "Come for the eggs?" the rather ancient-looking farmer asked
  of the boys.
  
  "Yes, Sir!" Tom politely answered. "I've not seen you two
  before," the man replied before enquiring "Are you new
  boys?"
  
  "Yes, Sir!" Tom repeated.
  
  "I'll still expect the usual payment," Allcock retorted. "I
  suppose you do, Sir," Tom responded, "but what is that as we
  haven't been told?"
  
  The farmer smirked and dropped his dirty trousers and
  underpants, revealing a venerable semi-hard penis. "Place
  your own shorts over the fence there and then come here. One
  of you is to suck my dick whilst the other tongues my hole!"
  
  Tom and Christopher looked at each other, appalled
  expressions evident. However, they knew the likely painful
  consequences of failing to return to the school without the
  eggs and soon their skimpy shorts were resting over the
  fence. Both boys then tried to cover their own small
  embarrassing erections as they then approached the smiling
  old man.
  
  After running to Attio Fell, the boys' bodies were warm and
  the fortunate mild sunny weather meant that their renewed
  complete nudity would not cause quick chilling of their
  highly attractive forms. Their mutual sudden shivering was
  therefore entirely testament to their immense distaste for
  the imminent price they had to pay for Farmer Allcock's
  eggs.
  
  Recognising Christopher's reluctance for the particular
  task, Tom generously offered to take up the rear position.
  As the 10 year-old subsequently knelt on the muddy ground of
  the farmyard to view Allcock's wrinkled behind, the old
  man's stench overwhelmed the boy's nose.
  
  Nevertheless, Tom still somehow managed to prise the
  farmer's dirty hairy bumcheeks apart to inspect his imminent
  workplace. The sight caused the boy to become immediately
  nauseous and to vomit, as well as to regret deeply his
  earlier decision to volunteer for this particularly
  unpleasant chore.
  
  "Dirty brat," declared Allcock, as vomit flew into his
  dropped trousers, which he stepped out of to grasp Tom by
  his left ear. "I'll make you pay for that!" the farmer, red-
  faced in anger, then menacingly promised.
  
  Allcock subsequently dragged the alarmed naked Tom over to a
  nearby shed and took him inside. The pair emerged shortly
  afterwards, with the boy now sporting a large leather dog
  collar locked around his slim neck and being dragged by the
  attached chain lead to the sty full of pigs.
  
  Despite his antiquity, Allcock eventually picked Tom up and
  threw him into the sty, causing the swine to squeal, as they
  rushed aside to allow the boy to fall into thick swill-
  polluted mud. By the time the 10 year-old had recovered from
  the shock, the trouserless farmer had padlocked the end of
  the lead to the fence of the enclosure and was striding back
  to Christopher, mumbling "Act like a pig, you can be one for
  a day!"
  
  To his later disgust, Christopher had been too shocked and
  afraid to intervene and now meekly knelt before Allcock to
  complete his fellatio chore before collecting the eggs and
  his shorts and running back to Sodomhall School, reluctantly
  without his best friend. Meanwhile, Tom, nude body
  splattered in mud and swill and after failing with shouted
  apologies and entreaties to persuade the farmer to release
  him, sat in a crouched position in a corner of the sty
  trying to avoid the nosy interest of the pigs.
  
  Flashmember eventually came to rescue his new fag at
  lunchtime, almost six hours later. Tom had dozed off to
  sleep when the Headboy's voice awoke him.
  
  "Found your true vocation in life at last, Brown T!"
  suggested the smirking Flashmember. The 10 year-old did not
  find the joke funny.
  
  "I've made a deal with Mr. Allcock," next advised
  Flashmember, "for, in return for certain considerations,
  he's prepared to release you so that you can go on another
  errand for me. You're to complete the task that you failed
  to perform this morning, as well as repeat the one that West
  undertook, and your bare bottom will then receive a little
  chastisement from the farmer, appropriately using the belt
  of the trousers you soiled!"
  
  Flashmember had brought with him from Allcock's rather
  ramshackle residence a bucket of water and the keys to the
  padlock and dog collar. He now released Tom from his
  demeaning situation and told him to clean up before
  following him back to the shabby farmhouse.
  
  The now tremulous and still nude Tom did as he was told and
  was soon knocking gently on the farmhouse door. Flashmember
  and Allcock emerged from inside, with the latter now wearing
  fresh trousers, albeit equally as dirty as the previous
  pair.
  
  "Kneel in the middle of the yard!" Allcock ordered and Tom
  proceeded compliantly to reposition himself accordingly.
  Meanwhile, Flashmember remained near the doorway to watch as
  the farmer followed the boy's sublime naked form.
  
  Allcock took up position immediately in front of the
  obediently kneeling Tom, with his back to the boy, and again
  dropped his trousers and underpants. "Get it right this
  time," the farmer warned, "or you'll really be for it!"
  
  Allcock's stink overwhelmed Tom's nasal senses as he again
  prised apart the man's obnoxious bumcheeks. However, the boy
  took several deep breaths to overcome his initial intense
  disgust before advancing his tongue towards the ancient
  adult's putrid hole.
  
  Tom gagged a few times whilst performing his terrible task
  but Allcock did not seem to notice, as he proceeded to emit
  a number of low ecstatic moans. Time passed, with the boy
  reluctantly continuing to perform his awful chore and it had
  begun to seem that his immensely disagreeable work would
  carry on endlessly when the farmer suddenly advised "Right,
  my dick's ready!" and turned around.
  
  Tom now saw a fully erect wrinkled cock, dribbling precum,
  but, as his mouth had just been somewhere far worse, he did
  not hesitate to comply when ordered "Suck!" Thankfully, it
  now did not take long to induce Allcock to orgasm, as the
  anal administrations had already brought the farmer close to
  climax, and the boy soon felt his throat filling with
  gushing sperm, which he somehow managed to swallow.
  
  Allcock eventually withdrew his softening penis and picked
  his underpants and trousers back up. "Over there and lean
  against the fence," he then commanded, whilst unfastening
  his belt." The frightened naked Tom, a little cum drooling
  down his chin and with a horrible combination of tastes in
  his mouth and on his tongue, reluctantly obeyed. As the boy
  advanced to the place where he was to be beaten, he noticed
  that Flashmember, still standing by the farmhouse doorway,
  was displaying a broad sadistic grin.
  
  Allcock, now with the leather belt in his hand, shouted to
  Flashmember "I believe that we agreed ten!" The Headboy
  confirmed the arrangement, whilst Tom, shaking hands resting
  on the fence as he bent himself to present his bottom in the
  required manner for his imminent chastisement, was aghast at
  hearing the number
  
  "Hold still," instructed Allcock as he took up position
  behind the quaking Tom, "and take it like a man!" The boy
  could not help thinking that he was just a 10 year-old and
  how unfair life was when the first harsh blow struck his
  buttocks, causing him to jump and yelp in pain.
  
  The second blow soon followed and then the third. Each hit
  caused similar reactions to the first, as well as tears to
  flow down Tom's face.
  
  Allcock was apparently not one of those people who believed
  in letting boys he belted thoroughly relish each strike
  before landing the next. The farmer's impatience instead
  encouraged him to inflict the agony as quickly as possible.
  
  Tom's bottom was soon a mishmash of wide red stripes,
  rapidly turning first purple and then into darker hues.
  However, the shock caused by the speed of his belting had
  enabled the screaming boy to maintain, apart from his
  regular jumps, his position throughout and the excruciating
  infliction of his torment was speedily completed.
  
  Allcock subsequently rubbed his free hand over Tom's
  smarting bottom, feeling the heat on the boy's buttocks
  before giving them a hard slap and suggesting "You'll know
  what not to do next time you come for eggs!" The farmer then
  re-entered his farmhouse, saying to Flashmember as he passed
  "Time for food, want some?" The Headboy replied
  affirmatively before adding "But I'll just despatch Brown T
  on his next errand first!"
  
  "Come here Brown T," Flashmember commanded and the sobbing
  Tom gingerly obeyed. The Headboy, his own hidden penis hard
  at watching the recent fun, noticed that the tearful boy was
  interestingly himself erect as he approached.
  
  "On the next fell," Flashmember informed Tom, whilst
  pointing the location, "there's another farm. You're to
  collect some cheese from the owner, Mr. Loveboy."
  
  The volume of Tom's tears increased when he heard the news
  about his next assignment, which would undoubtedly involve
  further sexual services for the vendor of the cheese.
  Flashmember therefore gently told the boy to calm and waited
  until he had done so before happily causing more distress.
  
  "You'll have to go naked, I'm afraid," Flashmember
  announced, with cruel but happy sadism still evident in his
  eyes, "as Mr. Allcock's goat, apparently noticing your
  shorts resting on the fence, seemingly decided that they
  would make an excellent meal. I'll of course have to tell
  the Housemaster about your carelessness in losing the
  garment in order to secure a replacement. He's certain to
  want you punished for your negligence!"
  
  Tom's tears returned but Flashmember now ignored them,
  instead sending the naked boy on his errand to the next farm
  by telling him, after checking his pocket watch, "It's just
  after 1 o'clock now and I want you back in my rooms by 3
  o'clock. There's some cleaning for you to do before you're
  to report to the Headmaster. Apparently he wants you
  tonight. Now, off you go and don't drop the cheese on your
  way back!"
  
  Tom, nude, tearful and still incongruously erect despite his
  deep shame and a very sore bottom, reluctantly began to run
  down Atio Fell into the little valley separating Mr.
  Allcock's farm from that of Mr. Loveboy on the next hill. As
  the boy reluctantly proceeded, he did not appreciate the
  appropriateness of the name of the location he was leaving
  for performing fell-atio.
  
  The trip to Mr. Loveboy's farm took Tom half an hour but the
  owner was not surprised to see a beautiful naked boy arrive
  to collect the weekly cheese, as he had had such pleasant
  visits previously. His price from the newcomer for the dairy
  product was mutual masturbation, made easier by the fact
  that the 10 year-old's small cock was already still
  humiliatingly hard.
  
  Loveboy wanted Tom to climax first. Accordingly, whilst
  lying naked with him in a haystack, he pumped the boy's
  erection vigorously until the lovely 10 year-old body
  convulsed in orgasm.
  
  Loveboy then let go of Tom's vibrating penis to allow the
  boy to grasp it whilst he concluded his orgasm. The farmer's
  own rigid member was then ready to be manipulated by young
  hands.
  
  Tom was later running back to the school through a small
  copse, with reddened cock and darkly discoloured bottom,
  when he came across five burly farm lads, all about 15 years
  old, sitting at the side of the narrow path eating packed
  luncheons. Seeing the young nude, they immediately stood up
  and barred the boy's way.
  
  "Please let me pass," begged Tom, thoroughly humiliated at
  his nakedness, "I'm in a hurry!" "Not so fast," responded
  one of the lads, "tell us first why you've got no clothes, a
  red cock and a round cheese."
  
  "Have you been a naughty sinful boy," the lad added, "in
  return for the cheese from farmer Loveboy? We all know his
  reputation!"
  
  "No," answered the blushing Tom rather untruthfully, "I've
  just been on a school errand and lost my shorts
  accidentally." "I don't believe you," the lad responded, as
  he walked around the frightened young nude, "because you've
  obviously been bad as you've been beaten very recently."
  "His bum's black and blue!" the 15 year-old then advised his
  companions before commanding "Grab him!"
  
  The cheese fell to the floor, as Tom was now overcome by the
  five young farm labourers. "Take him to the clearing over
  there," ordered the apparent leader, "where no-one can see
  us from the path. I think, if he can be naughty with others,
  he can be so with us!"
  
  It was an hour before Tom, crying, dishevelled and dirty,
  emerged from the copse. His cheese had been taken and cum
  was oozing out of his mouth and anus. However, the boy
  appreciated that his very bad day was far from over. Not
  only did he now have to look forward to the Housemaster's
  chastisement for losing his shorts but also he knew that
  Flashmember would want to punish him for being late and
  failing to deliver the desired dairy product.
  
  Tom's misery was compounded when he entered the rear
  entrance of the main school building. Most pupils were at
  lessons and the boy hoped to speed to Flashmember's rooms
  without being seen in the shame of nudity. Unfortunately,
  his wish did not come true as he literally bumped into the
  Headmaster.
  
  "Why are you running round the school naked and dirty?" Dr.
  Strappem not unreasonably enquired. "Because of an accident
  when on an errand for the Headboy" was the sheepish answer.
  
  "Well," the annoyed Doctor of Divinity pronounced, whilst
  observing a miraculously maintained 10 year-old erection,
  "as you seem to like disporting yourself around the school
  in this manner, you can spend the whole of tomorrow, from
  the start of the morning run until candles out, without the
  benefit of clothing. I expect better from those to whom I
  give my special pedagogic attentions than the boys suffering
  accidents from which they accrue sexual excitement!"
  
  "Now," Dr. Strappem added, "proceed on your way to clean up
  and put your uniform on, and walk, don't run! I'll see how
  much sexual interest you retain when we meet for the night
  later. Remember, be at my rooms at 7 o'clock precisely!"
  
  As Tom continued along the corridor, he wondered how he
  could possibly survive for another eight years at this
  terrible educational establishment.
  
  (To be continued in chapter 11 – 'Sports')


  
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