Tales From Thistletop School - End Game #1


by Pettigrew <Pettigrew@hush.com>

Authors note

Contrary to a what I wrote before I now intend to put the remainder of this tale into a new segment called "End Game". There is still a lot to come so this will be in several sections.

Pettigrew

Having delivered Wilkins to Matrons care Smith went to his study in elated mood. He sat in his chair reviewing, reliving, the evenings momentous events. He went through and through them to imbed them so firmly in his memory that he would never forget the slightest detail. Then he sent for Petreson. He undressed Johann making the youth stand passively before him. Next he eased Johann into bending position across his knees. Before him were two firm, well formed, buttocks. He fondled each in turn. He ran his palms up and down Johanns inside thighs, the boy sighed. Then he started spanking. First this buttock, then that. The spanking began slowly and gently. Gradually the pace quickened and the spanks became harder and correspondingly more painful. The pace accelerated to a frenzy of spanks as hard as Smiths hand could deliver and endure. By then Johann was writhing around on Smiths knee but he was firmly held in place by Smiths grasp, with one hand, of his wrists behind his back. Johann was begging to be released. Finally, when Johanns bottom was crimson and promising to display fearsome bruises by next morning Smith let Johann go. Smiths excitement was not yet calmed. He lifted Johann up and placed him on the bed face down. He moved Johanns legs until Johann was in a kneeling position, his red bottom tight and spread, his orifice inviting. Smith took Johann in a similar frenzied manner to the spanking, starting slowly and building up to a pumping action of a ferocity Johann had never yet endured.

Later, lying in bed with Johann slumbering beside him, Johanns arm clasping Smiths chest, Smith realised that during Wilkins punishment an insight that hitherto he had only vaguely acknowledged had been confirmed. He recalled when he had stopped beating Wilkins for a while when the youth became totally unresponsive. He analysed this action and realised that torment is a pleasure only when there is a mind to oppress. There was, as Smith already knew, no pleasure to be had in tormenting animals even though they could be easy prey and one might get away with extremities that one would never dare apply to humans; only the mindless bully could find satisfaction in that. This evenings experience also confirmed that the true tormentor needs access to more than a beautiful human body, one to lust after as Smith had with Wilkins, to gain pleasure. If Wilkins had the mind of a simpleton, and thus being easily led and easily dominated, then there would have been no pleasure from oppression; indeed, Smith felt he would most likely feel protective toward such a person. He was now certain that the oppressor needs access to both an interesting body and a lively, resisting mind to oppress, both being present together. The corollary of this, Smith deduced, was that the victims mind has to be fully engaged at all times. Thus Smiths rule number one became: oppression must cease, or at least be postponed, when the victim cannot fully savour it or when the victim totally surrenders his will.

Oddly, these thoughts had bearing on Smiths relationship with Johann though Smith was yet to understand that clearly.

Dr de Ville arrived back at school two and half hours after setting off with the injured lad. At first the casualty officer was inclined to agree with Matrons diagnosis. However he decided it would be prudent take an X-ray to check the extent of the damage before setting the wrist in plaster. It turned out there was only the slightest of hairline fractures, the pain was arising almost wholly from a bad sprain. Plaster was unnecessary given the position of the tiny fracture. Instead the boy s arm was placed in a sling and De De Ville was advised to excuse the boy from gym and sports for a couple of weeks or until Matron said otherwise. The doctor had faith in Matrons judgement having seen how sensibly she dealt with the trickle of casualties and minor illnesses referred the cottage hospital.

Dr de Ville was tired and decided to retire for the night. He rang Matron from the phone extension in the entrance hall. He told her he was sending the injured lad to her for a little tender loving care, maybe tea and a bun as he had missed supper, before being sent back to his dorm. He enquired about Wilkins. Matron said that Wilkins had been soundly thrashed, she had cleaned his lacerations and he was now trying to sleep in her little infirmary. The Headmaster thanked her and departed to his house.

The next morning Dr de Ville phoned Wilkins father, early before he had time to depart for the city. He informed him that he was bringing Wilkins home and that he expected his father to be there for a very important conversation; his tone of voice brooked no argument; he refused to elaborate further.

An hour later Wilkins was sitting, painfully, on the front passenger seat of Dr de Villes car. He kept squirming, his backside seeking a position of respite, but there was none. Dr de Ville had, thoughtfully, decided not to offer the youth a soft cushion.

Fifty five minutes later the car drove into the sweeping drive of the Wilkins residence. Dr de Ville strode to the front door with Wilkins shambling dejectedly behind him.

Minutes later the pair were in Mr Wilkins main reception room. Without waiting for any preamble of pleasantries the Headmaster said "I need to talk to you alone. The boy knows what I have to say and I have no further desire to be in his company."

Mr Wilkins was nonplussed. He sent young Wilkins out of the room and told him to wait in Wilkins seniors study.

Dr de Ville proceeded to lay out the facts, sparing nothing. Mr Wilkins merely listened feeling more horrified by the moment; he was too numb to interrupt.

Finally, Dr de Ville said "Therefore, I have no choice but to expel Wilkins forthwith. I shall withdraw my character reference to Kings College. I will provide academic references if requested but never a character reference. Your son has proved to be a very rotten apple. He is in need of tight supervision and strict discipline. He is in your hands now!" With that Dr de Ville turned and strode out.

It took Mr Wilkins all of an hour, pacing round the room, to begin to come to terms with what had happened; meanwhile Wilkins was waiting, standing being his preferred position, very nervously in his fathers study. The youth portrayed to him by Dr de Ville was totally at variance with the one he thought he knew. He had two younger sons too, both at preparatory school. He feared for them. He neither wanted them corrupted by his eldest son nor learning, as his eldest obviously had, corruption on their own initiatives. Discipline, which he had to admit was hitherto lax, would be tightened considerably in this household – starting with his eldest son. It was not too late, he fervently hoped, to reverse the rottenness. He strode toward his study, his expression thunderous and overlaid by grim determination.

As soon as Mr Wilkins entered his study his son said "Father, I didnt do any of it. Its not true, youve got to believe ...."

He was cut off by "Silence! Do you seriously expect me to think Dr de Ville a liar?"

The youth was about to utter again but the look on his fathers face stopped him in his tracks.

"You are in need of strict discipline and you shall get it. Go to your room and prepare for the thrashing you so much deserve."

"But, Father I have been birched."

"Go now!" Mr Wilkins expression brooked no argument.

Five minutes later Mr Wilkins entered his sons bedroom, a wicked looking, thick, wide and long strap in his hand. The youth was already in punishment position. He had been thus positioned in this household on only seven previous occasions and then he had been the recipient of a slipper. He was naked and kneeling on his bed, chin touching the counterpane, arms folded before him, his bottom raised and tight.

Mr Wilkins took a position to the rear of the youth and raised his arm. Wilkins junior glanced back and gulped with horror when he saw the strap.

Mr Wilkins arm never began its swing. He stood transfixed by the appearance of his sons backside. The youth had indeed been birched, and thoroughly. The marks of the branches and twigs were still vivid against the general background of bruising. Clearly further punishment of that flesh would be cruel. For a moment Mr Wilkins considered applying the belt to the lads pristine back but decided that would be going too far. Instead he said "I can see that you have been sufficiently punished for the time being. I intend to punish you in one weeks time and once a week thereafter until I have decided what is to become of you. Meanwhile you are not to leave this house at any time or communicate with anyone outside." He stalked out of the room leaving the youth alone.

Young Wilkins was torn between relief and dread.

Picture this in your mind: a bed across a deep wide bay window, brilliant sunlight streaming onto the bed upon which a naked youth is lying prone. The youth is slender. Yet there are hints of muscle without being ostentatious. His bottom is protuberant and well rounded and leads into a pair of long firm legs. His blond hair sparkles in the light. His body is uniformly pale (but not sickly so) and lit brilliantly by the sunlight. Closer inspection of his rear would reveal skin bearing the remains of bruising and clear indications of where a birch had landed; it was mostly healed yet still tender in places.

It was almost the appointed hour. Wilkins junior was waiting for his father to arrive at which time he would move his knees forward to assume the required position on his bed.

When he had been brought home Wilkins was devastated, in mental shock and unable to think dispassionately about his plight. After the second day at home, when the pain in his rear was beginning to ease and he was able to walk less stiffly, his mental processes cleared. He knew he had been deeply wronged. He knew that protesting his innocence would avail him nothing. He knew that it was up to him to set matters aright. But how?

His mind had dwelt time and again on the blindingly fast chain of events that evening just over a week ago. At first he was consumed with self pity but latterly he had gone over the events analytically. He did not know exactly that of which he was accused; Dr de Ville had assumed him guilty and thus had not spelt out details. He knew from what little was said that he was assumed to have abused boys at Thistletop; how, when and why he did not know. He remembered that Dr de Ville had let drop that Smith was one of his alleged victims. The he recalled that he had been asked to search out Dobson that evening, but to no avail. Surely not that unofficial beating, a school tradition after all? No? Something more. Then Smith had behaved like a beast, had given him a thrashing far more humiliating and severe than Dr de Ville ever would. Also, that terrible violation of his manhood – something he deeply wanted to thrust from his mind. Moreover, Smith had all but admitted that everything was his doing. Conclusion: investigate Smith. But how?

After much fruitless mental thrashing about, Wilkins hit on the obvious. A letter was sent, the address on the envelope written by his sister lest Wilkins handwriting be recognised and the letter intercepted, to someone he could trust.

The sound of his bedroom door opening flung Wilkins from his reverie into the harsh reality the next few minutes would bring. Without being bidden he immediately assumed the punishment position with his bottom taught. He saw the malevolent looking strap in his fathers grasp.

Mr Wilkins said nothing. He immediately began laying into his sons rump with the strap. Each blow came with a long swing. The blows were evenly paced at an interval of about ten seconds. Each landed across both buttocks with a loud thwack. Each left a vivid wide red mark that would soon turn into a deep bruise; where the edges of the strap came into contact with skin there were hints of cuts. After three strokes Wilkins junior was groaning, after six crying out, after ten begging for no more, after fourteen merely sobbing and grunting. It stopped at twenty five strokes but the youth hardly noticed. This beating, given by a stronger and heavier person than Smith, was almost as bad, setting aside the humiliating touches, as the whole of the punishment Smith had inflicted.

"Thats it for this week. Be ready again at the same time next week. Dont rely on the same number either, I shall probably up it. My anger is increasing with every day that I contemplate what a contemptible piece of work you are" said Mr Wilkins as he left the room.

The day of Wilkins departure Thistletop was abuzz with ill founded rumour. Apart from Smith and his slaves nobody, including the staff, knew what really had happened. Dr de Ville convened a special Assembly before prep that evening. His face was very grim when he announced that his trusted Head Boy had been engaged in systematic abuse of younger boys. Wilkins had been soundly birched and expelled forthwith. No more detail was forthcoming. He announced that Alec Aubrey, currently Deputy Head Boy, would assume the position of Head Boy immediately. A new Deputy was named and Dr de Ville said he would appoint another prefect sometime during the next few days to fill the vacancy left by the new Deputy.

That evening Smiths reign of tyranny continued as if nothing had happened. He introduced a new refinement. Malefactors brought before him were subject to a "trial". The issue of guilt or innocence was very much a foregone conclusion and dealt with in a perfunctory manner. The real fun was in deciding the punishment.. Smith allowed the members of his "court" (in both legal and regal sense) to debate the options and their fitness for the crime at hand. He would then decide on which options should be excluded and sometimes allowed his court to vote on the remainder.

Three boys, all previous victims, were dealt with in this manner. They were made to strip and stand with their hands on their heads until it was time for the punishment session.

Waiting outside the dorm were two further boys, both fourteen years old, who had not previously been dealt with by Smith. They were ushered in. Petreson was the court usher.

Hobbs and Farrow were shocked when on entering the dorm they saw three naked older boys, with their backs to them, at the far end. Petreson bade the pair stand before Smith who was lounging in a comfortable chair. Around him either standing, or sitting on beds, were five boys in addition to Petreson.

"Well you two, why have you been sent to me?" Smith asked, already knowing the answer.

"Please Smith, we were seen coming out of the kitchen door by Dobson", said Farrow.

"You know that boys are not allowed in the kitchen?" queried Smith.

"Yes Smith", each boy said.

"You were stealing?"

"No" both boys said. Hobbs added "We were taking a short cut."

"Dobson, were they carrying anything?"

"No," Dobson replied, "but I think they were intent on theft but did not find what they sought."

"I agree" said Smith, "I find you guilty of being out of bounds, attempted theft and lying when questioned."

Farrow and Hobbs looked glum but said nothing.

"Well, I think this is a matter for Dr de Ville. Dismissed!".

Farrow and Hobbs made as if to turn and leave then Hobbs pleaded "Please Smith, not Dr de Ville. Cant you punish us instead?"

Smith replied "It will be severe, you understand?"

The boys nodded.

"First, go with Petreson to my study. You will each write a confession of this incident detailing your intent to steal. You will also write down all other misdemeanours this term for which you were not caught. When you come back we shall decide on your punishment."

Petreson led the boys out.

While the confessions were being drafted with help from Petreson, Smith ordered one of the naked youths to the centre of the dorm where the first part of his punishment would take place. He was ordered to touch his toes and was slippered soundly. Then the other two youths took their turns. When they returned to their places facing the wall they displayed very red buttocks.

The sounds of the slipper being applied, fifteen times three, in the next room added nothing to the equanimity of the two boys writing their confessions.

Johann brought the two back to Smith with their completed confessions. The boys eyes kept drifting toward the sight of three recently punished bottoms and they felt distinctly unhappy.

Smith read the confessions and said "Very good. Dr de Ville shall see these if I ever feel that I cannot punish you adequately either now or for future offences." The boys were trapped, but that took a while to sink in fully.

Smith looked at those about him and said "Suggested punishments gentlemen?" His gaze fell on Johann.

"Petreson?"

"Six bare bottom whacks with the slipper" Petreson said.

The boys blanched.

"Dobson?"

"And an introductory dose of the small strap" Dobson added.

The boys felt distinctly worse though they did not know the full significance of the small strap.

"Thorpe?"

"Full body search and six of the slipper"

The meaning of a body search was lost on the boys but it didnt sound nice.

"Melrose?"

"Twelve of the slipper, bare bottom."

"Drummond?"

"Shaving, if they have any pubes." Everyone, but the two boys and the naked youths, laughed.

"Atkins?"

"Naked press ups with the whippy cane and then six with the strap."

"My, what an enthusiastic bunch you are. This is their first time, a warning of things to come. We shall go easy" said Smith.

The boys were almost sighing in relief when Smith continued "Naked press ups and six with the slipper." After a pause Smith added "But between those punishments there will be an amusing interlude." Smiths smiled beguilingly as he said this.

The boys faces fell but neither dared protest.

"Take off your jackets and shoes then stand over there" said Smith pointing to a spacious area of floor.

The boys complied.

"Petreson, Atkins – each of you will strip one of the boys."

Farrow and Hobbs looked aghast. They werent going to be given the minor dignity of removing their own clothes.

Petreson stood before Farrow and Atkins before Hobbs.

Farrow was already red in the face before Petreson began undoing his belt and unbuttoning his trousers. Petreson let them fall to the ground and told Farrow to step out of them. Petreson picked them up and put them on a nearby bed.

Next he undid Farrows tie and removed it. He unbuttoned Farrows shirt and began pulling it off Farrow. Farrow had to co-operate by positioning his arms so that the shirt could be removed but apart from that he had to stay passive. Removal of Farrows vest also entailed Farrow voluntarily raising his arms.

Finally, a very pretty fourteen year old boy was standing before Johann, clad only in underpants. For his age Farrow had a nicely formed body: little fat, incipient muscle, milky white skin a girl would envy, and only a wisp of hair under his arms.

Johann gazed for a moment and then placed his hands on the waistband of Farrows underpants. He slowly pulled them down from the front gradually revealing a crotch containing a respectably sized early adolescent penis, balls no longer infantile, and a fuzz of gingery pubic hair. He went round behind Farrow to ease the back of the pants over Farrows ample, muscular rather than fatty, bottom. Johann, could not resist quickly running his hand over those lovely rounded buttocks and this evoked a slight recoil from Farrow.

By this time Hobbs too was naked. He was slightly shorter than Farrow and of more stocky build. His appearance was equally attractive, in its different way, and he too had a well developed bottom.

"Get on the floor ready for press ups" Smith ordered the two boys.

"Dobson, take the whippy cane and encourage Farrow through thirty press ups" said Smith.

Dobson smirked and stood beside Farrows rear with the cane in his hand.

"Farrow you will do press ups each of which will start with your legs, belly and chest flat on the ground and you will rise to the fullest extent possible. Any slacking and you will feel the cane" said Dobson.

"Yes Dobson" Farrow mumbled.

"Also, you will call out clearly the count of each press up. If you dont or if you get the number wrong you will receive three cuts of the cane and have to do three additional press ups. Understand?"

"Yes Dobson."

"Begin" said Dobson.

The entire audience was fascinated by the spectacle of Farrows bottom cycling from a relaxed position on the ground up to a taught position and then back down. The muscles in Farrows legs and arms, though not particularly obvious when he was relaxed, stood out like an anatomists demonstration as he strained to comply with Dobsons demands.

While this was going on, the three naked boys facing the wall with their hands on their heads listened to Farrow counting, his periodic grunts from straining, and the occasional swish of the cane, the sound of it making contact and the resultant yelp from Farrow. They had worries of their own. All had been punished by Smith before. They were now awaiting application of the thin strap and shaving. They had all experienced the strap before and dreaded it. Shaving was new but each understood what it entailed.

Hobbs was lying prone and naked on the floor next to Farrow. He was not looking forward to his turn.

By the end of his enforced exercise Farrow had managed to keep counting accurately. His bottom had fourteen thin lines across it. His body was covered in sweat.

Hobbs was supervised by Thorpe. He lost count once and earned three strokes of the cane. He was required to stay in the fully extended position to receive these; all other strokes of the cane were aimed at a moving target. At the end his bottom had sixteen red marks.

Next Smith introduced the novelty of the evening. He said to Johann "Fetch the Torpedo box from my study please." He tended to address his immediate circle of acolytes politely though they all knew that "please" was to be interpreted as a command.

Smith had deliberately refrained from using the "Torpedo Magnetic Machine" until now. His "inner circle" all knew of its existence and Johann had assured them, from the brief experience with his hand, that it delivered a painful jolt of electricity. They felt sure that Smith would use it on them; they also had an inkling of the horrible manner in which the electrodes would be applied. Smith had left them in suspense about who would be first to sample it and when. Now they were to a get a demonstration of the Torpedos effects that, undoubtedly, would add a certain something to the anticipation of when each, inevitably, would sample it himself.

A few moments later Johann returned with the box and set it down on a bedside table. He opened the lid. Hobbs and Farrow looked on with wonder, and dread of what they yet knew not.

Smith ordered Farrow to lie supine on the bed next to the table supporting the box. Smith made great play of removing the various electrodes. Farrow, was beginning to grasp the purpose of the box and sincerely hoped he had got it wrong, he hadnt.

Smith took one of the electrodes attached to a strap and used the strap to fix it in position high up on Farrows inside left leg. He used spit to ensure good electrical contact between the metal plate and the boys thigh. Next he took one of the two electrodes with clamp ends and attached the clamp, again spit enhanced, gently to near the end of Farrows penis.

Farrows face showed fear as these attachments were made. Yet it was as if he were a rabbit caught in the headlamp beams of an approaching car: he could neither move nor utter. Hobbs looked on in horror, the other boys wide eyed in fascination. The three youths with their backs to the proceedings couldnt begin to guess what was happening but they all knew that it must, given that Smith was officiating, be diabolical.

Smith began connecting the two electrodes to his antique, but still functional, device. Strange to think that it was designed for medicinal, probably quack, purposes at a time when lay folk, physicians (genuine or otherwise) and scientists were fascinated by the properties of electricity. Galvan had shown that electricity was a primal force of life when he made frogs legs (detached from the body) twitch from tiny electric currents. The reasoning of folk, savants and laity alike, must have been along the lines that if a little electricity was always present in the body then some more must be a good thing. However, Smiths purposes were not medicinal, unless one counts the easing effect that tormenting others had on his own tortured soul. No, his uses for the device were more in keeping with those of the, recently defeated, Nazis and despotic regimes world wide. Fortunately, Smiths apparatus lacked the power to burn.

The second connection snapped into place in the box. Farrow became aware of a suggestion of tingling from the thigh electrode and a definite tingling from the penile electrode; this disproportion of sensation is to be expected as the end of penis is one of the most innervated parts of the male body. On the whole the tingling was quite pleasant.

Smith upped the voltage slightly. The tingling in Farrows penis became even more pleasant and this showed on his face. His penis began, very slowly, to stiffen. Smith let the current flow for a couple more minutes. The audience watched in mute fascination as Farrows penis ascended toward full erection. Sadly for Farrow, who had begun to think about clouds and silver linings, a full erection was not to be.

Smith suddenly slammed the metal bar fully into the core of the coil. Farrow arched his back and screamed. His hands came shooting down from the region of his head to try and grasp the electrodes. Smith with one hand withdrew the metal bar and with the other batted Farrows hands away from Farrows crotch.

The scream had been loud and Smith was worried that even this secluded location in the attics would not shield such sounds. He bade Thorpe place a handkerchief as a partial gag for Farrow and instructed Dobson, Melrose, Thorpe and Petreson to each grasp one of Farrows limbs. Smith then proceeded to switch rapidly from low to high voltage five more times; each occasion elicited a muffled scream. When this was completed Farrow was deathly white, sweating profusely, and had a look of terror on his face.

Farrows expression was almost one of pleasure compared to that of Hobbs when Hobbs turn came to submit. His face expressed the fright of the cornered animal when Smith ordered him to lie on the bed. He backed away towards the wall. Smith and Dobson caught him by the wrists and led him back. He lay on the bed without further prompting. Smith told him to separate his legs and to place his hands on his head. Trancelike Hobbs obeyed.

Hobbs thoughts flowed at a mere trickle, they were ill-formed and he was displaying a level of sentience below that of the school cat. Nevertheless, he had thoughts, or, perhaps, they might better be described as loosely connected sensations embroidered by apprehension. The first sensation was of the cold contact on his inner thigh of a spittle moistened electrode, the touch of the leather strap as it encircled his thigh, its tightening, not unduly uncomfortable, to keep the electrode in place.

Hobbs knew what was to happen next. He watched with fear as Smith brought the clamp electrode towards his penis. This simple motion seemed to take an eternity, as if Smiths arms were moving through treacle, yet Smith wasnt moving deliberately slowly. Smiths left hand gently grasped Hobbs penis, near the base of its shaft, and raised the flaccid structure so that the clamp in his right hand could be attached. Fortunately for Hobbs the clamp was not secured by a powerful spring like those used to attach jump leads to a car battery terminal; its grip was firm but gentle, it would leave no mark. Hobbs flinched as the clamp was attached. He watched Smith step back to his infernal machine. He tensed as Smiths right hand flicked a switch. Nothing, no sensation – yet, as his mind concentrated, as it must, on his pubic region, Hobbs became aware of a soft, almost caressing, sensation. Smith adjusted something and the sensation in Hobbs penis enlarged. It was a rather nice sensation, a very nice sensation, an enjoyable sensation (though Hobbs would have enjoyed it much more in other circumstances.)

Smith increased the voltage a little more and left the machine running for several minutes; its ancient motor whirred quietly. Hobbs was finding the experience very pleasurable. He was so much pleasured that his penis began to stiffen and rise, imperceptibly at first, so far as the audience was concerned, then, as blood flowed in a torrent down the main artery into the shaft and filled the cavernous sinuses (outflow being impeded by venous contraction) it swelled into a full erection – the best a fourteen, near fifteen, year old can achieve.

Hobbs had become so obsessed by the ecstasy aroused in his crotch that he didnt notice Smith give a slight nod to his acolytes. As if by telepathy, as this was not pre-arranged, Hobbs limbs were suddenly in vice like grips and a handkerchief, still damp from its previous location, was thrust tightly in and across his mouth.

Smiths hand, already on the metal bar insinuated into the stepping-up coil, suddenly propelled the bar inwards.

For Hobbs, ecstasy was suddenly transformed to agony; these sensations are but two sides of the same coin and often, to many people, indistinguishable. Hobbs, though, could certainly distinguish them. His, erect organ, hitherto throbbing with pleasure, instantly became the font of all misery. Pain coruscated along it, wave after wave of demons with red hot pitch forks cascading toward the pleasure centres in Hobbs brain to transform them into pits of burning embers among which intense flames of agony surged upwards to fill his entire being. Smith had kept the "Torpedo" on full throttle for only three seconds but, as the good Dr Einstein said, "time is relative".

Smith waited for a minute then repeated the high voltage burst. In all Hobbs received six such influxes of electrons buzzing like angry bees. Familiarity with the experience rendered it neither less painful nor more bearable. Hobbs was reduced to tears and near hysteria (though how those not possessing a uterus to wander about their body can experience "hysteria" is a mystery.)

Smith, being a basically considerate individual, gave Hobbs five minutes to recover his composure before continuing his depredations against the two boys.

The minor, but intensely painful, electrocutions over, each boy was required to bend over and touch his toes to receive the slipper from either Melrose or Drummond. Smith then ran his hands all over their bent bare forms before bidding them stand, get dressed and leave. There is no way of knowing whether any of these latter procedures registered at all in the numb minds of Farrow and Hobbs; however, given Smiths first principle of torment he certainly hoped their minds were active throughout otherwise he would have been wasting his time.

The three remaining boys were now resigned to their fates; each was covered in a sweat that was in no manner proportional to the effort of standing naked, hands on head, and facing a wall. It is beyond the scope of this narrative to bore the reader with the details of what the last three had to endure. Suffice it to say that the "Torpedo" box contained two clamp electrodes (along with several that were held in place by straps, and one like a wand) and healthy youths have two balls: combinations, for the benefit of the unimaginative, are ball ball, left ball penis and right ball penis; also, there are further electrode bodily placements conceivable by an imagination like Smiths. Smith had plenty of time as there was an hour and a half until "lights out".

To be continued.


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