Lord Byron 6-7


by John C <Jc23a@hotmail.com>

Lord Byron 06 - Revenge at last! After the bank closed on Wednesday, Byron met up with Brian to go to football. Brian had a bag with him other than the normal one. He explained the plan to Byron as they waited for Andrew and Graham. At first he objected to the plan but Brian pressed him and he agreed just as Andrew drove up.

Just before practice Andrew prevailed on the coach to make Byron and Billy put up the posts and nets. "They have always got out of doing it!" he insisted. The coach agreed that every member of the team had to pull his weight and sent the two off to assemble the posts.

As Byron and Billy walked across the field to set up the first post Billy began to snarl at the young man. "Hey nigger!" he said through clenched teeth, "you got my brother suspended from school!" Byron ignored the remarks. "I'll get you for this!" Billy continued, "your _f_u_c_k_ing black arse is mine boy and I'll make you cry. Craig tells me you cry when you're taking it up the arse, is that true?" Byron said nothing. "Well, the good news for me is that we have to take these down after the game so it will be just you and me in the changing rooms honey when the others hit the pub!"

Practice and training were fine. There was no visible sign of animosity from Billy towards Byron. Brian cried off training claiming he had pulled a hamstring. After training was ended the others went off to change and Billy started to tease Byron as they dissembled the posts. "Very soon now nigger boy and you're going to be getting this big salami riding up your cute little arse!" he sneered. They had to work at Billy's pace which was slow, and Byron had no way of speeding up the work. He knew that Billy was taking his time so that the others would be out of the dressing rooms when they arrived in to change. It worked!

When Billy and Byron reached the dressing rooms there were only two of the team still there and they were almost dressed. The coach asked Billy to make sure that he pulled the door tightly when they were finished and he left. Billy watched as the coach drove off and noticed that Andrew's car was gone as well.

As soon as the two were gone Byron reached into his gym-bag and fiddled with something. He looked up and Billy was standing naked before him. "Okay black boy get that _f_u_c_k_ing arse of yours over here now!" Billy ordered. "Please Billy!" Byron pleaded, "please don't do this to me, I'm still only seventeen!" "I don't give a f_u_c_k_ what age you are you owe me and I'm going to f_u_c_k_ your fat black arse you limp-wristed black bollocks!" "Please just let me shower and go home, I don't want to do this!" Byron whinged. "Okay!" said Billy, "go shower!"

As Byron walked towards the showers Billy grabbed him by the arm, spun him around and slammed him down onto the low bench in the middle of the room. Byron continued to cry and protest as the slob mounted him from behind and began jabbing at his hole with his c_o_c_k_. It took a few minutes before Billy finally managed to get his c_o_c_k_ inside the black youth's bum. Byron was crying and objecting but Billy just kept on shouting abuse at him.

When Billy started to slide in and out Brian crept back into the room and grabbed Byron's gym bag. He withdrew the large black object that was hidden in it – his video camera. "What the f_u_c_k_ is going on here?" Billy roared as he disengaged from Byron's arse. But by the time he had reached where Brian was standing, Andrew had taken the camera, Graham had blocked Billy's escape with Brian and the slob was left standing naked as Andrew drove off with the camera. "Oi! Billy boy!" Byron called out, "looks like you've got some restitution problem to deal with here!" Billy looked around with a rage and fear building in his heavy face. "Come over here and sit on my c_o_c_k_!" Byron said invitingly as he beckoned to the slob to join him. Billy charged at him with his fists but Byron jumped out of his way and Billy went crashing into the shower partition. "What do you think that the Greater Manchester Police will think of the video?" Brian asked Byron. "I suppose they'll find it interesting, after all it's not everyday that a paedophile is caught having s_e_x_ with an unwilling minor on video!"

Billy froze, they had him by the short and curlies! "Bend over Billy!" Byron taunted, "this is going to be a rough ride!" Billy knew he had no option, he tried to beg but Byron wasn't having any of it. Finally they all prevailed on him, with a few slaps and minor force, to bend over. Byron greased the Black Cobra and then mercilessly rammed in it to the hilt in a single violent stroke.

Billy almost passed out with the shock. His arms buckled and he landed with a thud on the bench. Byron's c_o_c_k_ slipped out of his arse as he fell forward but the wily black youth was straight back in on target in seconds and Billy was howling as Byron _f_u_c_k_ed him roughly. As he pounded the slob's arse Byron looked up at Brian and smiled. "You haven't by any chance got any depilatory with you have you Brian?" he asked with a smile. "Coincidentally I do!" Brian said as he handed Byron the two large tubes of Immac that he had brought with him. "Why don't you and Graham spread it on him now?" "That sounds like a good idea!" Graham and Brian approached the slob and began to spread the foul smelling substance on his groin, in his armpits and over his legs and arms. Byron pulled out to allow them access to the hairy arse – Billy was crying, he hadn't expected this at all.

When ample amounts of the cream were deposited on all hairy regions of the slob's body, Graham and Brian removed their belts and began to whip Billy's arse. Billy howled in degradation and pain as blow after blow landed on his tender flesh. Byron moved in front and presented his filthy c_o_c_k_ for licking. "It's your _s_h_i_t_ on it!" he said, "now you clean it up!" Billy pursed his lips, closed his eyes and resolutely refused to comply with the instruction. Byron took the Immac and spread some on his finger, he reached over towards Billy's left eyebrow and Billy immediately apologised. "I'm sorry Byron, I will lick your c_o_c_k_ if you want me to!"

Byron smiled and presented his c_o_c_k_ to Billy's tongue. Billy gingerly flicked the head of the long black shaft with the tip of his tongue. Immediately he recoiled in disgust. The two others were hammering him now and the pain in his arse was unbearable, it was stinging like he had just sat on a bed of thistles. Billy wanted to get sick, he was in agony and his tongue tasted of a mixture of his arse residue and Byron's sweat and cum. "Please ask them to stop!" he begged. Byron held his hand up and the whipping stopped. "Now suck!" Byron ordered as he pressed his knob against Billy's lips. Bill's mouth opened and the top three inches went in. It was then that Billy made a fatal mistake. He bit down on the invading organ and Byron howled. Byron's roar was echoed by a worse roar from Billy as Brian's belt landed smack on the back of his balls. As he roared Byron escaped and stumbled back onto a seat to examine his shaft. It was bleeding! "Okay, that's it!" Byron snapped, "lads f_u_c_k_ his brains out!"

Billy was writhing in agony from the strike at his balls too much to resist Brian moving behind him. Brian picked up Billy's shirt and wiped the crack of his arse clean with it. The depilatory had done its job and every hair in Bill's crack was deposited in a glob of smelly cream on his shirt. Brian ran his finger along the smooth valley. "Nice!" he said as he slammed his c_o_c_k_ into the slob.

Billy cried like a baby as Brian _f_u_c_k_ed him, then Graham _f_u_c_k_ed him, then Brian, then Graham again. During this time Byron dressed and when the two boys were finished Byron flogged Billy with the belt as the others dressed. When they were all dressed Byron ordered Billy into the showers. As he washed away the cream and the feelings of degradation that they had heaped on him, he noticed that all his body hair was gathering around the plughole. When he left the shower there wasn't a single hair left on his body below the neck. Brian took a photograph and they left the naked slob sitting blubbering on the bench. Billy never returned to the team and the lads never saw him again after that day!

For the rest of the term, Byron remained aloof a bit in school. When Craig and Peter returned to the class after their suspension, they avoided Byron at all costs. They made friends again but were never as close as they had been. These bullies were bereft of their leader John Keegan – they would never becoming a domineering force in the school again.

The photography of Billy Ross became the front piece on the opening page of a new photo-album in Brian's flat. He had the words 'The Complete Works of Lord Byron' written on the spine and placed it on the shelf by the other collections. The rest of the album was a collection of Byron with Brian and his different friends. One of Brian's friends was a professional photographer – James Cody was his name – and he took some magnificent portrait shots of Byron with his different tricks. Most of the pictures were shots of Byron in action with Brian, Graham, Andrew of another man. James included one photo-shoot of Byron like you would find in a magazine. These were dedicated to Brian and he looked through them regularly. By Christmas volume two was in preparation.

Byron introduced Brian to his parents at New Year. At first Carlyle and Chrissie were not too happy as they thought that Brian was too old for their son. When Byron told them that he thought that Brian made an excellent wife they changed their stance a little. Somehow or other they accepted that Byron was not being made a victim of the older man when they heard this comment. They understood that Byron was calling the shots in this relationship, so, although they weren't totally happy, they accepted Brian.

At school, Byron heard many whispered remarks as he walked past the boys on the corridor. Rumours and stories about his _s_e_x_ual activities were spread throughout the juniors who whispered and giggled when they saw him. Sometimes this annoyed Byron, but he got as far as the Summer holidays without losing his temper or doing anything _s_e_x_ual in school.

Lord Byron 07 - Sixth Form. When Byron returned after a Summer of highly charged _s_e_x_ual activity, he found himself chosen as assistant head-boy. Bromley would have gladly made him head-boy but Venables and other members of the staff objected too strongly to the proposition.

Byron continued to show an active interest in soccer and regularly went with Mr. Chadwick on sporting outings. There were tow boys on the soccer team that particularly liked to tease Byron, one of them was a strong fair haired lad who played in defence, his name was Chris Watts. The other, Simon McLeod, was a tall wiry youth with dark hair and at six foot two was a superb forward. After every match they would goad Byron about the mistakes they had made. "Hey Byron! Did you see the way I missed that shot just before half-time? I suppose I should be spanked for that!" The two would break into laughter, occasionally they would thrust their young bottoms back at Byron as they walked into the changing rooms. The team thought it was hilarious, Byron thought it was inviting but, he knew better than to do anything.

That is, until the day in November when Byron caught Simon and Chris smoking in the senior toilets.

Byron was on toilet supervision. This was a duty that all the prefects hated, Byron included! He walked into the senior toilets and was greeted by howls of derision. "Hey queeny!" one of the seniors at the urinal shouted as he turned and exposed his dripping c_o_c_k_ to Byron, "want to suck this baby?" "You couldn't use 'that' as a toothpick!" Byron answered quickly. The other boys in the toilet laughed as the flasher blushed. He joined in the laughter but it was obvious that his pride was hurt and he found Byron's comment a bit hurtful. He quickly closed his flies and left the toilets with the others.

As Byron turned to leave he smelt fresh smoke. He walked over to the cubicle door and pounded on it. "You know the rules, put the cigarette out and get out of there!" He was greeted with silence other than a shuffling. Byron knew that there was more than one person in the cubicle and the silence told him they were juniors. The juniors normally smoked in the senior toilets because they were less likely to get caught there. "Okay boys!" Byron sighed, "I know you're in there so quench the cigarettes and get out, I'll close my eyes and count to ten so you can escape without me seeing who you are!" Byron began to count slowly, when he reached eight he realised that the boys inside were not going to come out. He went into the adjoining cubicle and stood on the bowl to look over the partition. When he saw who was there he realised why they wouldn't come out. It was Simon and Chris and both of them were looking at the closed door and never saw Byron looking in at them from behind. "Well, well, well!" said Byron and the two boys turned with a start and looked up at him. "If it isn't the two greatest sportsmen in the school!" "Please Byron," Simon stuttered, "please don't tell Chadwick!" "Mister Chadwick!" Byron corrected. "Sorry! Mister Chadwick!" Simon said immediately. "Mister Chadwick won't be your problem!" Byron pointed out, "old Bromley takes a very _f_u_c_k_ing dim view on smoking!" "Mister Bromley!" Chris corrected with a cheeky grin. "Don't you get fresh with me lad!" Byron snarled, "you're in enough trouble as it is!" "I suppose you'll take care of our punishment yourself!" Chris chirped cheekily as he rubbed his palm over his own arse. "What? Spank you?" Byron asked with a smile. "F_u_c_k_ off Chris!" Simon protested, "there's no way I'm letting him spank me!" "Would you prefer an expulsion or a suspension?" Chris replied. Simon realised that a suspension would have meant a hiding at home as well, he quickly weighed up the balance and shut up his protestations. "So then Byron," Chris asked, "are you going to take care of this yourself?" "Much as I know you'd love me to whip your arse Chris," Byron replied calmly, "it's sadly not an option! Off we go to Mr. Bromley now boys and no slacking!"

Chris looked at Byron, without the smirk on his face now. "Please Byron!" he begged, "can you not take care of this yourself?" Byron realised that the fear in the boy's voice was prompted by fear of his parents' reaction to a suspension. He smiled, and his better judgement gave way; "Okay then!" he agreed, "meet me at the changing rooms in the outer fields after study this evening!" He was glad that he had copied the key last year – at last it was going to serve some purpose.

When study ended at six o'clock, the English November sky was already as dark as if it had been midnight. Under the cover of darkness Byron was certain that none of the teachers would see the boys going over to the changing rooms. He was right, they didn't! When he got there he found the two third formers waiting for him. Chris was bright and cheerful, Simon was a bit apprehensive. "Okay! Let's get this over with!" Byron said feigning authority as he unlocked the door. Simon reached to turn on the lights but Byron quickly pulled his hand down before he reached the switch. "Don't be _f_u_c_k_ing daft!" he snapped, "do you want everybody over here to find out what's happening?" "But it's dark in here!" Simon protested. "And damp!" Chris added as he sniffed the musty smell of old sweat and cold air that the room exuded. "Shut up the whining!" Byron ordered and bend over the bench, "which of you is going first?" "He is!" they replied in unison. "Okay Simon it is then!" Byron declared as he dragged the youth by the arm and bent him over the table.

Byron rubbed his hand over the grey flannel of Simon's school trousers. "That's a nice hard bum for spanking!" he remarked, "what is it to be ten on the bare or twenty with the trousers?" Simon was mortified by the impending punishment. Years ago, his father had often put him across his knee, but the last time he got spanked was when he was about nine years of age. He couldn't believe that six years on he was facing this again! "Twenty with the trousers!" he declared nervously, being quite sure that he wasn't dropping them in the cold of the changing room. Byron was disappointed. He had hoped to flay the naked flesh of this young man's arse, but he was to be denied that pleasure. He raised the table tennis bat that he had brought with him and landed it with a loud slap on the seat of the boy's trousers. WHACK! Simon flinched and roared. "Keep quiet you silly twat!" Byron snapped, "if you scream, shout or flinch the spank doesn't count!" WHACK! "Now take it like a man! WHACK! Simon closed his eyes tightly and gritted his teeth as the next slap landed – WHACK! – he began to wish he had asked for the ten – WHACK! – there were sixteen more to go. WHACK! – he could feel the tears welling in his eyes, WHACK! The heat was rising in his tortured arse – WHACK! Byron was certainly experienced at addling arses – WHACK!

Byron looked over at where Chris was standing in the dark room – WHACK! He could see that the boy was rubbing his shaft inside his trousers – WHACK! "How many WHACK! is that?" Byron asked Simon WHACK! "That was WHACK! thirteen!" Simon replied. "Unlucky WHACK! for some!" Byron said. "Only six, WHACK! To go!" WHACK! Byron was growingly aware of the reactions that Chris had to his friend's spanking – 'Maybe, WHACK! young Chris had asked WHACK! for this spanking WHACK! WHACK! because he was into it?' Byron thought as he finished Simon's spanking.

Simon stood and Byron offered him his hand. They shook hands politely. "I'm sorry for smoking sir!" Simon said bravely holding back his tears. His arse was sore in a way that he wasn't familiar with. He was embarrassed by his punishment and decided he would have serious words with his friend for suggesting that Byron would do this to him. He wiped his nose on his sleeve as Byron called Chris over and ordered him to assume the position. "Now young Chris!" he remarked, "what is it to be ten on the bare or twenty with the trousers?" "Ten on the bare!" Chris replied immediately. Byron was impressed by the speed of his reply, "okay then! Drop the trousers and bend over!" As Chris opened his trousers Byron noticed from the shadows that the young man had a major erection. Byron smiled inwardly, he knew that Chris was sure that his predicament wouldn't have been noticeable in the dark room – but Byron had good eyesight and was looking out for the horn anyway!

As Simon stood back, Byron leaned over Chris and whispered in his ear, "I see you're enjoying this!" and he grabbed a furtive squeeze of the youth's c_o_c_k_. Chris blushed, but even Byron couldn't see this in the dark room. WHACK! The first slap landed on the quivering young buttocks. Chris took a quick intake of breath through his gritted teeth – WHACK! Byron was disappointed that he couldn't see the reddening flesh WHACK! Chris was much taller than him, WHACK! and his arse was higher in the air, WHACK! than Byron would have wished, WHACK! Simon was beginning to sob behind him, WHACK! Chris was breathing heavily, WHACK! Byron could feel a slight amount of heat rising from the paddled buttocks WHACK! in the cold of the dark room WHACK!

When he had finished receiving his ten strokes, Chris stood and pulled his trousers up quickly. He had difficulty masking his erection as he fumbled to stuff it inside his trousers. He shook hands with Byron, apologised for smoking and left the shed with his friend.


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