The Other Tom Brown's Schooldays Chapter 4
By Pueros

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY
 

Chapter 4 - Initiations

(Northumberland, England, September 1803)

The equally appalled Tom and Christopher were escorted by
the grinning Flashmember back to their dormitory, paying a
quick visit to their bathroom en-route to clean some spilt
gooey white liquid from their right hands. When they
eventually entered their destination, the boys were
confronted with the fourteen other 10 year-olds with whom
they would intimately live for the next nine years and who
were all standing and seemingly eagerly awaiting the new
arrivals.

At the forefront of the group stood a pretty boy, with
straight black hair and dark brown eyes, who was
significantly taller than the rest. Flashmember introduced
the newcomers to this 10 year-old by announcing "This is the
dormleader, and he's called Morton."

"Morton," Flashmember then introduced, "this is Brown T and
West." Three 'Helloes' were subsequently quietly uttered
from three lovely rosy sets of 10 year-old lips. 

"I'll let Morton make the other introductions," declared the
still grinning Flashmember to Tom and Christopher, "and I'll
leave whilst you become acquainted with the other members of
your dormitory. However, I'll look forward to seeing you
both in the schoolhall in an hour's time for our evening
meal, and of course later for your initiations!" 

Flashmember then left joyously, as he was really looking
forward to seeing the two new boys in the nude later and
caning the one who lost the race round the quadrangle.
Meanwhile, he would spend part of the next hour enjoying his
current fag's rectum, as the 11 year-old would as usual have
been released an hour prematurely from class in order to
attend to the Headboy's early evening needs.

"Well," Morton asked rhetorically, after Flashmember had
left and as he came closer to Tom and Christopher with an
evil look now on his face, "what have we here? Two ugly
little brats by the look of it! Now, you two new snots,
let's make things clear. I run this dorm as I see fit and
what I command must be obeyed! Understand?" He then prodded
both boys on the chest to reinforce his point. 

Tom recognised a bully when he saw one and also recognised
that this was an early defining moment in his life at
Sodomhall School. If he and Christopher allowed the taller
boy to cower them now, they, presumably like the other
members of their dormitory, would signal that were accepting
his bullying authority. 

Tom therefore bravely returned Morton's push, but with more
force, and announced "I understand your message but I don't
agree that what you command should necessarily be obeyed!"
The suddenly furious dormleader immediately lunged at the
smaller impertinent newcomer, who was clearly challenging
his authority, and soon both boys were wrestling with each
other on the ground, with the bigger soon beginning to gain
the ascendancy. Christopher then decided that he had to
intervene to help his friend but, before he could do so, the
door opened.

"What's the commotion?" asked an 18 year-old. The fight
stopped and the two now dishevelled young combatants
regained their feet. Morton answered the arriving Prefect by
then replying "Just a misunderstanding between me and one of
the new boys, Sir." 

"You've been fighting," commented the Prefect, perceptively
quickly seeing through Morton's attempt to disguise the
recent hectic activity within the dormitory, "and you know
that I'll have to report that to the Headboy. I'm
particularly disappointed in you, dormleader, as I expect
better behaviour from someone in your position!" 

The 18 year-old, responsible for supervising this particular
dormitory, then paused, whilst he carefully appraised the
delicious forms of the young pair, who were clearly the
latest arrivals, before continuing "So, these are the two
new boys. I'm Cox, the prefect for this dorm. Introduce
yourselves!" 

Tom and Christopher complied. Cox retorted "It looks as if
I'm going to have my hands full with you in particular,
Brown T, caught fighting and so probably earning yourself a
thrashing on your first day. I therefore hope that the
beating you now deserve will encourage you to behave in
future!" 

Cox subsequently began to depart the dormitory but, before
he left, he added with a smirk "I look forward to seeing you
two new boys later, or should I say two nude boys?" The door
then closed to the sound of laughter from the Prefect. Tom
and Christopher both blushed in response.
 
Tom turned back towards Morton. He expected the bully now to
try to claim supremacy over him in another quieter way
rather than return to the obviously dangerous pastime of
brawling, possibly with the help of cronies amongst the
other members of the dormitory. However, he was now faced by
a taller boy whose expression had significantly changed, as
his brown eyes now displayed esteem. 

"Well, we're both in for it," Morton remarked sadly, "as the
Headboy's bound to punish us for fighting but I hope there's
no hard feelings between us. I'm truly sorry to have started
out with you on the wrong foot but I feel that I need to
gain the respect of the others in order to do my job
properly." He then held out his right hand to both Tom and
Christopher and requested "Please call me Jonathan!"

As Tom subsequently shook Jonathan's hand, the newcomer
remarked "There's other ways apart from bullying to gain
respect." "I recognise that now," the dormleader replied,
whilst still maintaining the look of esteem in his eyes,
"because you've just proved your point by bravely standing
up to me, even though you probably knew that I'd win any
fight between us!"

"If I were you, I wouldn't be so confident of the outcome of
any fight between us," Tom responded. However, the clearly
mischievous nature of the lovely disarming smile now
displayed on his very pretty face clearly indicated to
Jonathan that the newcomer was joking. The dormleader
therefore stopped shaking the hand of his fellow 10 year-old
and gently squeezed it instead, which both recognised as a
gesture of respect and liking.  

Having shaken the hands of Tom and Christopher, Jonathan
proceeded to introduce his new friends to the other thirteen
10 year-old members of their dormitory. The dormleader then
sat next to the new boys on one of their beds and chatted
amicably with them. 

The sixteen members of the dormitory later set off as a
group to consume their evening meal in the schoolhall.
However, Tom and Christopher, suddenly remembering the
initiation rituals to come, had little appetite and gave
most of their tasteless stew away to others.

The group eventually returned to their dormitory just as the
school clock, which was on the roof of the main building,
directly above the principal entrance, was chiming 7
o'clock. Jonathan then informed, with genuine reluctance,
"I'm sorry to have to say this but Flashmember's instructed
me to ready you for your initiation. You're both to toilet
and have a bath before redressing in your white gymnasium
shorts, which you'll find in your wardrobes."

"I know that the initiation rituals aren't a pleasant school
tradition for those participating," Jonathan added, "but
we've all been through it. I'm also sorry that you're not to
be as lucky as we were. There were over 60 boys in our race
and I'm glad to say that none of us came last. A poor lad
from Adonis house, who had tripped, did that. He's small and
only looks about 8 years old. Nevertheless, Flashmember
didn't spare the cane on his bum afterwards."

"I don't want to worry you," Jonathan concluded, "but, at
the same time, I think that you should be prepared, as one
of you will suffer likewise tonight!" Tom and Christopher
looked at each other with deep dismay, as they fully
realised that the victory of one would entail the caning of
his friend. 

Tom and Christopher then reluctantly agreed that they would
both go all out to win, so that it was genuine running
ability that avoided the cane and the slower of them on the
day would have to suffer. They next went with Jonathan to
the dormitory's bathroom, which was empty at this time of
day, taking their gymnasium shorts with them.

Jonathan, after inserting a plug and turning a tap to start
filling one of the baths, instructed "Place your clothes in
the laundry basket, for you won't be needing them again
today, then toilet and wash. Do so thoroughly because you'll
be beaten if your cleanliness doesn't satisfy the Headboy.
I'm sorry about the cold water. It's horrible to bathe in
and I don't think that any of us will ever become accustomed
to it but it's one of the many unpleasantnesses we're all
going to have to put up with here. After you've dried, put
your shorts on and return to the dorm."

"Don't worry about the shorts being rather tight," Jonathan
suggested, "as they all are and, anyway, you won't be
wearing them for long." This latter comment was, of course,
of no comfort whatsoever to Tom and Christopher. 

"Try not to spend too much time, Jonathan requested in
conclusion, "because I'm to deliver you to the quad by 8
o'clock or else the punishment I'm now due from the Headboy
could become worse. See you later!"

Jonathan left the new boys to perform their toilet and
ablutions. Tom and Christopher looked at each other with
initial abashment until the former suggested "Look, it's
obvious that we're going to see each other naked very often,
so we'll have to learn not to be shy of undressing in front
of each other and we might as well start now!" He then began
to strip in front of his new friend, who quickly started to
reciprocate the action. 

Tom was soon reduced to just his underpants and he waited
for Christopher to reach the same situation. "Together!" he
then recommended and both boys, overcoming their shyness,
immediately pulled their last cover down to their ankles.
Two little erections popped into view and both boys giggled
at the sight, with their embarrassment somehow rapidly
receding at viewing the mutual nature of the strange
phenomena.
 
Tom and Christopher, swiftly becoming accustomed to their
mutual nudity in front of each other, next both used the
urinal but did not need the chamberpots, as they had eaten
little in days because of their trepidation at coming to
their new school in faraway and remote Northumberland. The
two boys then stepped into the relevant bath, where the cold
water was now about a foot deep. 

The boys immediately developed goosepimples all over their
delectable bodies, through the chill now surrounding their
lower legs, but their little cocks remained resolutely hard.
Tom turned the tap off and suggested "I think that we should
wash each other's backs to ensure thorough cleanliness and
avoid giving the Headboy cause for complaint during his
later inspection." Christopher replied, in a noticeably
eager tone, "That's a good idea!" 

"Let's get this bath over with then," continued Tom, "or
we'll die of hypothermia standing here!" The boy then
bravely sat down in the chilly water. 

Christopher briefly hesitated to follow his friend's
courageous example for two reasons. Firstly, he puzzled over
what the word 'hypothermia' meant. Secondly, he saw that Tom
was now shivering, as he sat in the chilly water.

Christopher satisfied his curiosity over the word
'hypothermia' by asking his friend what the term meant. "I'm
sorry," Tom apologised in reply, "as I shouldn't be so
pedantic!" However, he was rewarded by the sight of
increased puzzlement in his fellow 10 year-old's eyes.

"I'm sorry again," Tom, understanding the problem, therefore
continued in a rather mature manner for his tender years,
which highlighted his natural intelligence, "as I'm being
pedantic by using the term 'pedantic', which in this sense
means 'too wordy'. Meanwhile, 'hypothermia' is a dangerous
loss of body warmth that could ultimately result in death."

"The word is newly in use amongst medical practitioners,"
the still shivering Tom added sagely, as he intrepidly began
to wash himself in the cold water, "and derives from the
Greek terms 'hypo-' and 'thermia', which respectively mean
'below' and 'heat'." "How do you know all this?" Christopher
next enquired, intrigued at his friend's amazing
etymological knowledge.

"I learnt .such words .from my .clever father," Tom
answered, with a hint of both pride and sadness, caused by
sudden remembrance of his lost loving parents, and whilst
his teeth started to chatter because of the chill. He then
appraised Christopher of the man's profession before
enticing his friend in adversity to sit next to him in the
cold water. 

Tom did so by successfully challenging his similarly naked
friend to "Now come on, scaredy cat, sit down!" The implied
but joking criticism of his own courage caused Christopher
to lay his lustrous bottom onto the stone floor of the large
bath, under about a foot of chilly water. 
 
Tom and Christopher then obeyed Jonathan's advice and
comprehensively cleansed themselves in the cold liquid,
although both boys momentarily seemed to forget the chill
when the backs of their bodies were being washed by their
companion. They stood for this assignment to be accomplished
and both young penises became even more rigid and tingly as
the ministrations proceeded, particularly when attention was
applied to the lovely curvature of their buttocks.

The bodily cleansing was eventually finished and Tom and
Christopher stepped out of the bath to towel and warm
themselves. Both boys then encountered early difficulty in
putting their tight short shorts on, especially as they were
still sporting little erections. However, they finally
managed to complete the task, with their strange penile
hardness clearly evident by the small but noticeable bulges
now visible at the front of their sole attire. 

Tom and Christopher then checked each other's bodies to make
sure that their appearance should pass the Headboy's
physical examination. As the boys proceeded with their own
inspections, they both experienced increased tingling in
their groins, especially when their eyes feasted on the
front and back of their new friend's tight shorts.

Tom and Christopher subsequently diplomatically waited for a
few minutes afterwards to try to let their penile hardness,
clearly outlined under their shorts, to subside so that they
could return to their dorm with the minimum of
embarrassment. However, both boys somehow could not achieve
the feat. Even thinking of the shame and possible pain to
come strangely did not help but instead apparently only
increased the literal size of their problem. 

In the end, Tom and Christopher, aware of the passage of
time and Jonathan's need to deliver them to the quad by 8
o'clock, gave up their wait and returned to the dormitory in
the hope that no-one would notice their embarrassing penile
predicament. However, the dormleader's subsequent smile and
tease that "You seemed to have enjoyed your baths", along
with the chortles of the other thirteen boys present,
quickly showed how vain their hope had been.
 
The school clock then chimed the three-quarter hour and
Jonathan declared "Time to go!" The full complement of
sixteen boys therefore set off, as their dormitory was one
of those that did not overlook the quadrangle.  

When the very nervous and apprehensive Tom and Christopher,
escorted by Jonathan and accompanied by the other members of
their dormitory, later emerged into the autumnal twilight,
they were amazed at how many boys were peering down at them
from the candlelit windows above. A number of men were also
taking in the view, including the Headmaster, Housemaster
and Form-master, to whom the two newcomers had been
introduced earlier.

Many pupils, whose dormitories did not have the benefit of
overlooking the quadrangle, were also crowding the edges of
the grass surrounding the rectangular path that formed the
initiation racetrack. They would later excitedly encircle
the central stocks to observe the caning of the naked loser
of the imminent run.    

Tom and Christopher now both shivered, but not because of
any autumnal nightly chill, as the evening was still quite
warm. The boys' bodily quivering was instead caused by the
sight of Flashmember, who was standing by the central stocks
and holding a long cane in his right hand. 

Jonathan led Tom and Christopher through the crowds of
excited fellow pupils towards Flashmember, whose mouth
suddenly dried when he saw the approaching pair of young
angels, attired only in skimpy tight shorts. The Headboy was
enthralled by the immaculacy of the young newcomers' now
revealed lithe upper bodies and legs, and this feeling was
then considerably intensified by perceiving the clearly
defined evidence of their guilty arousal. However, the
increasingly excited 18 year-old, now with his own rampant
erection hidden within his trousers, somehow managed to
compose himself sufficiently to say "Welcome, Brown T and
West to the first part of your initiation into life at
Sodomhall School!"

"Now let me check that you've prepared yourself properly for
the ritual," Flashmember continued. The Headboy then
instructed Tom and Christopher to turn slowly round
individually in front of him so that he could examine the
appropriateness of their grooming. The consequent
intensification of his hidden penile hardness was testament
that he was more than happy with what he was inspecting, as
was his comment in respect of each boy's appearance of
"Fine!" 

Flashmember, again somehow overcoming throat dryness, next
went on to explain the race rules. "You are," he announced,
"to start in the north-west corner of the quad and, at my
signal, are to run clockwise around the surrounding path.
Anyone who steps onto the grass will automatically lose. The
first to return to the starting point will be the winner. If
the race is very close, I reserve the right to use my own
judgement in declaring the victor. The loser will be placed
in the stocks to receive ten hits from this cane across his
bottom. If I decide that a tie has occurred, you will both
receive five strokes." Tom and Christopher immediately
looked at each other and recognised each other's mutual
thoughts. 

"Any questions?" asked Flashmember. "No, Sir," the nervous
new boys answered in reply.
 
"Good!" responded Flashmember. "Now remove your shorts, give
them to Morton and assume your starting positions," the
Headboy then commanded.

In response, Tom and Christopher slowly and reluctantly
moved their hands to the sides of their skimpy shorts but
both subsequently hesitated to proceed any further, being
acutely aware of the many eyes watching them. "Hurry up!"
Flashmember therefore felt compelled to order impatiently,
"as we haven't got all night and you've got nothing
underneath your clothing that any of us haven't seen
before!" 

Tom glanced again at Christopher, smiled in attempted
reassurance and once more mouthed "Together!" but silently
this time. Consequently, both blushing boys pushed downwards
on the sides of their shorts, which slowly slid down their
loins to a cacophony of ribald shouts and whistles from
above and around. When their little erections popped into
view, a couple of the watching men, alone at their windows
above and with their own hard cocks in their hands,
immediately orgasmed. 

The now naked Tom and Christopher handed their shorts to
Jonathan and then covered their penile embarrassment with
their hands. However, Flashmember did not mind this
continued display of shyness, as he knew that the young
nudes would be unable to maintain their manual covering when
running.

Whilst keeping their hands carefully in place, Tom and
Christopher subsequently walked gingerly across the grass,
through the nearby raucous crowd of fellow pupils, to the
required starting position, where a white line had been
painted across the path just after the corner. Flashmember
followed the naked boys, his penile hardness further
intensifying at the close view he now had of the lustrous
virginal posteriors of the two 10 year-olds. 

"I shall hold the cane in the air," Flashmember advised Tom
and Christopher, after the boys had reached their initial
destination and above the noisy clamour emitted by other
mouths, "and, when I bring it down again, the race can
start." The Headboy then raised the cruel implement, which
had tasted the bottoms of many pupils over the years, and
commanded "Ready!" 

Flashmember was happy to observe that both Tom and
Christopher were now compelled to remove the protection
afforded by their hands to their little erections whilst
assuming their starting postures. "Steady!" the Headboy next
instructed and subsequently paused for a moment, whilst his
lecherous eyes feasted on the magnificent scene. 

Flashmember excitedly noticed that both sets of exposed
smooth genitalia were beautifully proportioned, with lovely
small rotund scrotums dangling under horizontal little
penises. However, aware of the many other eyes focusing on
the setting from the continued noisy clamour, and
undoubtedly impatient for action, the Headboy eventually
brought his delicious observance reluctantly to an end by
bringing his cane down and ordering "Go!"

The boys were both naturally fast runners and they sprinted
round the quadrangle with estimable speed for ones so young
to raucous shouts and cheers. The 10 year-old nudes were
soon on the home straight, with Tom slightly ahead. However,
as the winning line approached, he deliberately slowed a
little to let his friend catch up and they were inseparable
when they finally crossed their objective to resounding
uproar from above and around. Flashmember was then delighted
to declare a dead-heat, as he could now cane two young
bottoms, albeit with only five strokes each.

Flashmember subsequently commanded the now frightened Tom
and Christopher to approach the stocks and swung up the tops
of the two smallest on their hinges. He then told the boys
to place their heads and wrists in the relevant three
semicircles on the lower parts of the wooden contraptions. 

In order to comply, Tom and Christopher reluctantly moved
their arms up and away from their still excited genitals, to
where their hands had just quickly returned to afford manual
cover again to their continued penile embarrassment. When
the boys subsequently finally attained the required
degrading stance, Flashmember lowered the tops of the stocks
and locked them in place, to accompanying laughter from
above and around. 

Tom and Christopher now found that their heads and hands
were securely encased in their stocks, the height of which
ensured that the boys were bent over at the waist, with
their bare bottoms thereby presented perfectly for their
imminent caning. Flashmember then produced some ropes from
his pockets in order to tie the ankles of the young
initiates to metal rings embedded in the wooden bases of the
sinister structures, so that their lithe legs were splayed
about three feet apart.
 
"Right," Flashmember next wondered aloud, "who should I
start with? I know, I'll alternate but you'll have the
honour of the first blow, Brown T, because you're first
alphabetically." The Headboy subsequently assumed the
position necessary to inflict this initial strike and
tormented the scared newcomer by rubbing his cane gently up
and down the boy's sublime bottom, causing the 10 year-old's
still hard penis to quiver visibly. 

Flashmember laughed at the sight of the young cock's
reaction before finally removing the cane from the smooth
lustrous and curvaceous flesh of Tom's buttocks to a
position above the Headboy's head. Although the 18 year-old
had only recently been at the delivery end of this process,
as opposed to the receiving end, he had, with relish, become
rapidly proficient at inflicting this particular kind of
punishment. 

"Ready    steady    go!" Flashmember subsequently repeated
teasingly, with slow deliberation before landing the first
vicious blow across Tom's previously unchastised posterior
to renewed cheering from above and around and a loud scream
from the young victim. As a nasty red stripe began to form
across the middle of the boy's previously immaculate and
unblemished bottom, the watching Headmaster climaxed in his
rooms on the first floor of the main school building. 

"That was the first blow of the first of many beatings that
you'll undoubtedly receive in this school over the next nine
years, Brown T," Flashmember cruelly but probably correctly
observed before moving to take up position behind the
petrified Christopher. The Headboy subsequently practised
the same teasing commencement ritual on the second newcomer
as he had on the first before finally delivering the same
anguishing result. 

Flashmember then inflicted the rest of the harsh punishment
on the now sobbing Tom and Christopher, being rewarded with
an loud agonised shriek every time that cane hit vulnerable
young flesh to create a vivid red stripe, which subsequently
invariably gradually darkened. The Headboy proceeded with
slow deliberation, as he wanted both of his victims to
appreciate fully every blow, as well as to mark both lovely
bottoms with a neat pattern comprising five horizontal
parallel scarlet stripes. 

As Flashmember accomplished both of his aims to continued
accompanying cheering, he was happy to observe that both Tom
and Christopher appeared to be enjoying themselves as much
as he was, for their little erections seemed to become
slowly bigger and more vertical throughout the painful
process. However, the Headboy fully appreciated that the
boys were not really relishing their caning and that penile
hardness of victims was a common phenomenon during beatings,
one from which he too had suffered and which had even
sometimes caused him incongruously to orgasm. 

When Flashmember finally finished, he gave his cane to
Morton and ran his fingers over his handiwork, feeling the
heat now present along the horizontal scarlet stripes that
he had created across two lovely sets of young buttocks.
"Good!" he commented to himself before announcing to the
tearful and currently quietly groaning Tom and Christopher 
"I'll now leave you both so that you can calm down after
your excitement. I'll be back at 10 o'clock to unlock you
from the stocks and guide you to the woods where you're to
spend the night in the nude. While I'm gone, you'll probably
find that some of the staff might just happen to stroll
across the quad and will take the opportunity to introduce
themselves to you. However, you needn't worry about your
fellow pupils, for the area will now be out of bounds to
them until the morning. See you later!"

Flashmember then departed with Morton, with the Headboy's
rigid cock in desperate need of relief from the mouth of his
11 year-old fag, who would be waiting for him in his rooms.
The quadrangle also quickly emptied of all of the other many
pupils who had come there to watch the recent spectacle.

Flashmember was later proved correct in his assumption that
many of the staff would, coincidentally on purpose, find
themselves wandering across the quadrangle over the next
hour and a quarter, something they only seemed to do when
the stocks were in use. However, the Headboy, as he knew he
would be, was wrong about the adults introducing themselves. 

All of the staff, coming individually, in pairs or in larger
groups, spoke only to any companions, as they walked round
the still tearful newcomers, closely scrutinising the
delectable bodies of Tom and Christopher. These delicious
young forms were, of course, still vividly displaying the
marks of Flashmember's painful chastisement, which were
sometimes now fingered by adult admirers.

Tom and Christopher still exhibited little humiliating
erections, which had somehow miraculously been maintained,
and the occasional adult finger also reached out to stroke
and flick these penile embarrassments. Such sights and
experiences subsequently caused most of the staff to leave
the quadrangle with the intention of gaining quick relief
for their own sexual arousal from their own current boy
favourites.

The intimate manual attention briefly applied to their
private parts both shocked and shamed Tom and Christopher.
However, the boys also noticed that the tingling in their
groins simultaneously intensified, whilst their cocks
invariably humiliatingly quivered again in instant reaction
to the delicate fondling.   
 
Flashmember returned, as promised, at 10 o'clock. All the
windows above were now devoid of onlookers, as the time for
candles to be doused for years 1 to 8 had passed, and most
of the older in-mates of the school had also taken to their
beds, although usually not alone. 

Whilst Flashmember had been gone, the Headboy had had to
sodomise his fag again. The 11 year-old's act of fellatio
had, on its own, not been sufficient to satisfy the acute
passions accumulated within the 18 year-old's body, as a
result of overseeing the first part of the newcomers'
initiation. 

After walking in the bright moonlight round the naked Tom
and Christopher, who were still immobilised in the stocks,
for one last visual treat, Flashmember finally released the
tear-stained boys from their degrading and discomforting
restraints. After subsequently allowing them to rub their
arms and legs to remove the intense stiffness that had
developed in their limbs as a result of their previous
enforced demeaning posture, he subsequently commanded them
to "Follow me!" 

Tom and Christopher again tried to hide their still
amazingly erect little cocks from view with their hands as
they complied, and whilst Flashmember guided the naked boys
from the quadrangle, along some empty dark corridors inside
the main school building and eventually out of the principal
entrance. The threesome then walked across a wide playing
field, exposing them to a chilly autumnal breeze, which
caused goosepimples to return to 10 year-old flesh. Their
way was illuminated only by the moonlight but this was
sufficiently full to allow them to see where they were
going. 

The threesome eventually came to the edge of woods, which
the smirking Flashmember announced to the boys as "Your bed
for the night!" The Headboy added "I suggest that you find
somewhere nice to slumber. Don't try to return to the school
or sleep anywhere else because, if you're found out, the
punishment for not fulfilling the full requirements of the
initiation rituals are very severe. Anyway, you're lucky
tonight as it's dry and not too cool and the trees will
protect you from the breeze."

"When I was initiated," Flashmember ruefully remembered,
"the night was rainy and cold!" The Headboy then recommended
"Don't try to go too far into the wood because it becomes
very dense and also dark, even in this moonlight, and you
might have an accident. Morton will come to find you just
before 6 o'clock in the morning. Sleep well!" 

Flashmember then began to make his way back to the school
and his quarters, where his room was warmed by a coal fire
and his bed by his fag. As he walked, the Headboy took the
opportunity to have a quick last glance at the newcomers'
nicely patterned bottoms and his cock again grew. He
therefore wondered how, on this occasion, he would require
his waiting 11 year-old menial to attempt to alleviate the
hardness.
 
Tom and Christopher stared back at the rapidly disappearing
Flashmember. Both boys were shivering but mainly from
resumed apprehension rather than cold.

"We'll have to do what he says," Tom eventually suggested.
"You're right," replied Christopher before asking "but how's
your bum? It was very kind of you to sacrifice it to five
strokes of the cane to save me from the full punishment." 

"That's what friends are for," declared Tom before adding
"and anyway I knew from the look in your eyes before the
race that you were prepared to do the same for me. However,
in answer to your question, my bum's still stinging!" "So's
mine," advised Christopher. 

Tom then reached out to take his new friend's left hand in
his own right hand and suggested "Come on then, let's find
our bed and hopefully sleep will cure the pain!"
 
The two naked boys, still holding hands, subsequently
carefully picked their way through the dark entrance to the
wood, whilst simultaneously trying to avoid standing on
twigs or nettles or encountering bracken. They had to
backtrack a few times before they came across a small
hollow, covered by the first leaves shed this autumn by
nearby deciduous tress and illuminated by a shaft of
moonlight filtering through a gap in the covering branches. 

"How about this?" asked Tom. "We're unlikely to find
anything better in this darkness," answered Christopher. 

Tom then knelt in the hollow and commented "It looks as if
it's been used for this purpose before, which isn't
surprising. You have to remember that sixty or more boys a
year have to go through this ridiculous ritual, with the
last lot before us doing so only a fortnight ago. Come on,
lie next to me!" 

Tom then lay face-up on the cool, slightly damp surface, and
his goosepimples became more prominent. He subsequently
asked sheepishly, after Christopher had joined him, "Would
you let me hold you for mutual warmth, as I think that the
night'll only become colder." "I was thinking of making the
same request," his friend replied and the two boys soon
wrapped their arms and legs around each other, whilst smiles
suddenly simultaneously returned to their pretty faces.

Tom and Christopher lay together quietly for a while, eyes
wide open and whilst listening to the strange sounds and
rustles around them and feeling their friend's hard cocks
pressed against their bodies. Tom eventually broke the
silence by boldly but rather innocently asking "What do you
think makes our penises become hard?" 

"I don't know," was Christopher's slightly embarrassed
reply. "When it does become hard," Tom nevertheless
continued remorselessly, now shedding all reticence over the
subject, "I get a tingly feeling down there and have a
strange urge to rub it." "So do I," confessed his friend,
whilst suddenly beginning to warm to the topic. 

"However," Tom next proceeded boldly to advise with abandon,
"I'd prefer to rub yours!" There was a pregnant silence
before he eventually felt his new friend's thumb and
forefinger gently grip his little erection and begin to
slide themselves up and down.

Tom happily reached for Christopher's erection to return the
compliment. The two naked 10 year-olds were soon to
experience the pleasure of their first dry orgasms, which
enabled them subsequently to drift swiftly into a deep
sleep, exhausted by the day's events and whilst their fears
about their futures were temporarily forgotten in the midst
of their mutual happy embrace.
 
(To be continued in chapter 5 - 'Lessons')

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