The usual disclaimers apply: don't read if you are prohibited by location, are under legal age, or if you are likely to be offended by explicit descriptions of gay sex. The story is pure fiction and is not based on any actual events.
Gymnopedies July 2005 gym@softhome.net
School Discipline - Michael 2 =============================
Josh Howard glanced at the computer screen on his desk. The flashing icon indicated a newly received message, bringing a welcome end of the boredom of a quiet afternoon. Josh was the School Disciplinary Officer at Redwood Secondary School. Using a judicious mixture of pain and humiliation, it was his job to deal out punishment to boys between the ages of fifteen and eighteen who demonstrated any sort of unacceptable behaviour. The message he had just received indicated a boy was on his way for punishment. Quickly, Josh clicked on the icon and opened up the message.
The subject in this case was a boy called Michael Meadows, aged sixteen. He was being sent for punishment after telling a female teacher to "go fuck herself". This wasn't in itself a major misdemeanour, but unfortunately for Michael, it would not be his first visit to Josh's office. A couple of weeks earlier, Michael had been punished for a similar offence. Josh had forced the boy to strip naked and made him answer embarrassing questions about his sexual history before stroking his young cock to a full erection. Humiliating thought the experience had been for Michael, it had clearly not altered the boy's behaviour and this visit would therefore call for slightly stronger measures.
Josh remembered the boy well. Slim and good looking, Michael was a former swimmer with a well toned body. He'd tried to appear tough, but this was obviously an act as he had been quick to give in to Josh's orders. Some of the boys Josh dealt with were violent or out of control and in some cases almost beyond hope of redemption. Michael didn't fit into this category. His bad behaviour could be the result of many things such as a poor home-life or peer influence, but whatever his reasons for misbehaving, Josh was fairly sure that with the right treatment the boy could be turned into a decent, well behaved teenager.
It was time to get to work. Opening the boy's file, Josh obtained details of Michael's brother and sister before accessing the school timetable to check their current whereabouts. It was then a simple task to send text messages to the duty prefects asking that the boy and girl be brought to his office. Looking up at the CCTV screen in the corner, Josh saw that Michael was already waiting in the anteroom accompanied by two prefects, Will Harris and Simon Brett; Will Harris was the school's "Head Boy", senior to the other prefects, and over the past couple of weeks Josh had established a good working relationship with him. Josh pressed a button on the intercom on his desk. "Keep him out there for now Will, but send the brother and sister straight in as soon as they arrive."
The tall, good looking, dark haired boy on the monitor gave a wave of acknowledgement. However, Michael, who was standing between the two older boys, didn't react at all well to this message. He obviously remembered Josh's previous threat that if he were brought here again he would be made to masturbate in front of his siblings. The boy looked terrified and made a break for the door but the prefects caught hold of him, forcing him down into one of the chairs to wait.
Josh watched the monitor intently. The arrival of Michael's fourteen year old sister and thirteen year old brother resulted in a fresh wave of struggling from the restrained teen. But it did him no good and he soon gave up, sagging back into the chair with a beaten expression on his face.
As per Josh's instructions, the boy and girl were ushered straight into his office. Having dismissed their accompanying prefects, Josh turned his attention to the two teens. The girl, Nicola, actually looked older than her fourteen years; she could even have passed quite easily as Michael's twin rather than his younger sister. By contrast Luke looked younger than his real age, though his resemblance to Michael was unmistakeable.
Wearing a look of bored indifference, Nicola immediately sat herself down in a chair. She didn't show the slightest curiosity as to why she had been brought here. Luke on the other hand took on an arrogant pose.
"You can't do anything to me," the youngster pointed out, his tone belligerent. "That stuff you do, making guys take their clothes off and stuff, you do any of that to me and you're in deep shit. You can't touch me until I'm fifteen." There was a taunting sneer on the boy's face that immediately rubbed the SDO up the wrong way.
"Sit down and shut up," Josh snapped. Even though he'd only just met the thirteen year old, he'd already decided that the kid was a real pain in the arse. The boy had an attitude problem and by the time he was fifteen he would be a completely lost cause. Stepping forwards, Josh reached out and grabbed a fistful of the young teen's shirt, just below his throat. He leaned down until he and the boy were eye to eye. "You open that mouth of yours just once more without being asked and you will find out exactly what I can do to you, and I promise you that you won't like it." As he released the youngster, Josh was sure he detected a trace of a smile at the corners of the girl's mouth. It seemed she'd enjoyed seeing her obnoxious little brother brought down to earth with a bump.
Having shown the young teen that he wasn't about to take any crap, Josh casually leaned back against his desk. "The two of you are not in any trouble, not as far as I'm concerned anyway. I've had you bought here to watch Michael being punished."
"What's he done now?" asked the girl. Even her voice sounded bored.
"What he's done doesn't matter. It's what is going to happen to him now that concerns us at the moment. All you have to do is sit and watch; I don't expect to hear a word out of either of you. Is that clear?"
Both the boy and girl nodded.
Josh crossed the room and opened the door. "Right, let's get on with this," he said, indicating that the waiting boys should enter.
Once inside, Michael stood between the two prefects with his head down. He did glance briefly at his brother and sister, but quickly looked away again.
Josh was fairly confident that as on the previous occasion, Michael would put up little resistance to what was about to happen, and so he dismissed Simon, but asked Will to stay. It didn't hurt to be careful.
"Look at me, Michael," the SDO ordered, keeping his voice flat. The sixteen year old reluctantly raised his eyes.
"You remember what I said would happen if you were sent to me again?" Josh asked.
Michael nodded. "Yeah," he replied, his voice barely audible.
Josh paused or a moment, holding the boy's gaze. "You obviously don't want that to happen so I'm going to give you a chance. If you follow instructions and do exactly as you are told, perhaps we can stop short of the punishment you were promised. You understand me?"
A sudden look of hope had appeared in the boy's eyes. "Yeah," he said, sounding a little more confident.
"That doesn't mean I'm going to go easy on you," Josh continued. "By the time I've finished with you, you're going to wish the ground would open and swallow you up. If at any stage you hesitate in following instructions or show any signs of disobedience then we go all the way. You'll end up doing what I threatened you with last time and much more besides."
Michael stood silently, his face pale. Josh knew the boy was scared to death, and at this time probably couldn't even imagine anything worse than having to stand and jerk his hard dick in front of his siblings.
"So what are you waiting for?" Josh snapped. "You've been here before, you know the routine. Strip! You have thirty seconds to get naked."
A momentary look of confused panic crossed the boy's cute features. After Josh's comments about him not having to jerk off he probably thought that he might get away without having to be naked, but Josh had no intentions of letting him off that easily. In fact, some of the things the SDO had in mind might even be considered worse than the original threat. He wanted to give the teenager a proper taste of just how bad things could get if he didn't change his ways.
"No turning away," called Josh. "Keep facing forwards so that we can all get a good look at you."
Quickly, Michael tugged off his clothing, handing each item to Will who dropped it onto a spare chair at the side. The teen did hesitate for just a moment before finally pushing down his shorts, but a glare from Josh reminded him that any show of resistance would put him on very dangerous ground.
"Hands behind your head, feet apart," said Josh. "Keep you eyes forwards."
His face glowing red, Michael stood completely exposed to everyone in the room. Every inch of the front of his slim, smooth body was on show. The full extent of his nervousness and fear was apparent in the rapid rise and fall of his chest and the size of his dick, shrunk back into the small, wiry patch of pubic hair at his groin.
Briefly, Josh glanced at the other two youngsters in the room. Nicola's bored expression was gone, replaced with a sort of disdainful half smile as her eyes travelled up and down her older brother's nude body. Luke was openly grinning at his brother's discomfort as he sat with his legs pressed tightly together and his hands clasped in his lap.
"Must be pretty humiliating for you, having to stand there and let people look at that tiny little dick," said Josh. "Especially having your brother and sister seeing you like that. How long is it since they've seen you naked?"
Michael gave an embarrassed shrug.
"Come on, Michael, when did Nicola last see you naked?"
"I don't know," mumbled the teen, a tremor in his voice. "Probably when I was about eight, or something like that."
"Quite a while ago then," said Josh. "How about Luke? How long is it since he got a look at your dick?"
"We share a bedroom, so I guess he's seen me loads of times."
"I bet he hasn't seen you quite like this though," said Josh. "All on display for him to have a really good look. Maybe they'd both like a closer look. Move forwards and stand right in front of them so that they can see properly. Keep your hands where they are and your feet apart."
With an almost pleading look at the SDO, Michael shuffled forwards until he was standing just a couple of feet in front of his brother and sister. Josh noted that both of the younger teens were unconsciously sitting forwards in their chairs to get an even better look at their brother's exposed groin.
"Lift your dick up so that they can see your balls," instructed Josh. "May as well let them have a look at the whole package.
With obvious reluctance, but not daring to disobey, Michael took hold of his penis with his right hand, moving it aside so that it no longer obscured his balls.
"Now pull the skin all the way back from the head of your dick. Show Nicola and Luke what it looks like underneath. Leave it pulled back and put your hands back together behind your head."
Michael gave a muffled sob as he put his dark pink glans on display, the retracted skin causing his cock to stick out a little more than before. There was now almost no part of his body that his siblings hadn't seen close up. Almost.
"Turn around," said Josh. "That's it. Move your feet further apart. Now I want you to bend forwards and reach back and pull your arse cheeks apart."
"No, don't make me do that." Michael made a half hearted, pleading protest, shaking his head miserably.
"Do it," Josh growled.
"Ugh, gross," Luke muttered as Michael's arsehole became visible, right in front of his face. Though Josh noted that the youngster's apparent revulsion at what he was seeing didn't stop him trying to get a better look.
"Right, Michael. I think we've all had a good look at what you've got back there. Stand up straight and face your audience again." While everyone's attention was on the naked teenager, Josh took his opportunity to try to move his own erection into a less obvious and more comfortable position.
"Either your brother or your sister ever see you with an erection, Michael?" the SDO asked.
"No, never."
"Do you think they'd like to?"
"Oh, please, not that," the naked teen begged. "You promised that if I did as I was told I wouldn't have to do that."
"I said that if you did as you were told, without hesitation, I wouldn't make you jerk off in front of them. I didn't say anything about you not showing off your hard cock." Josh kept his face blank and his voice cool even though he was in fact feeling a little sorry for the boy. "I suppose you've given them enough of a show for today. But if there's a next time it won't be anything like as easy as this. Step out of line once more and you'll find yourself giving your brother and sister a performance they'll never forget." Josh reached back into a desk drawer, pulling out a large dildo. "You know what this is?" he asked, holding the rubber toy out so that everyone could see it clearly. "Next time you are sent to this office, this not so little item and your arsehole will find themselves on intimate terms. I'm sure you get my meaning." He knew he would never use something like the dildo on any boy for such a minor offence as swearing at a teacher, but his aim at the moment was to make Michael so afraid of re-offending that in future he would think twice before opening his mouth. From the way the colour had drained from the boy's face, Josh had a feeling that he might have succeeded.
As he dropped the dildo back down on the desk behind him, Josh caught a quick glimpse of Will's face and had to force himself to suppress a smile of amusement. The prefect had been staring wide eyed at the rubber implement, and realising that Josh had noticed his interest had quickly dropped his eyes, looking guilty.
"I think you two can go now," said the SDO, turning to the seated teens. "Show's over. Though there will probably be another one soon if your big brother doesn't learn to control his temper."
Nicola stood up and without a word she headed for the door, turning her head back for a last look at her naked brother, a mocking smile on her face. Luke sauntered behind muttering about it being a "fucking waste of time".
As they passed Josh, the man's hand shot out grabbing the boy's shoulder and spinning him around. "You've got quite a mouth on you for a thirteen year old," he said. "It's going to end up getting you into trouble. How about I get you to give us a demonstration of jerking off. You're obviously more prepared for it than Michael." He nodded down towards the prominent bulge at the youngster's groin. "I'm sure we'd all love to watch."
"You can't do that, I'm not old enough," Luke said, quickly, though his face was pale and his tone was far from confident.
"You want to bet out on that?" asked Josh. "Cross me one more time and I swear I'll have you standing where your brother is now. Better get out of here before I decide not to give you another chance."
After the door had closed behind the boy and girl, Josh cast an amused grin at Will. "That put the fear of God into the little sod," he said. Then he caught sight of Michael. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?"
No longer the centre of attention, the teen had reached for his clothes and was in the process of stepping into is shorts. "I thought you said we'd finished," he said, nervously.
"We've finished when I tell you that you can get dressed," said Josh. "Put those shorts back down. I'm not done with you yet, not by a long way."
Looking shattered, Michael dropped the shorts and resumed his former position, hands behind his head, as he waited to find out what further humiliation was in store for him.
Turning his back on the teen, Josh went over to one of the wall cupboards. Taking out a bowl he carried it across to the sink and filled it with water before placing in on the end of a long table that stood against one of the walls. "Right, let's have you over here," he said, calling the boy over to him. "Sit up on the table and lean back against the wall. Keep you hands behind your head and your legs apart."
"What are you going to do?" the boy asked as he moved to obey. There was a trace of fear in his voice.
"You'll find out soon enough," Josh replied. "Get those legs open wider."
Josh went back to the cupboard, returning with what looked like an aerosol spray. Will stepped closer so that he had a better view.
Josh gave the can a shake and squirted some of the contents onto his fingers, where it expanded into a thick white foam. "Shaving foam," he said. "If you're going to behave like a little boy you may as well look like one." He briskly applied the foam on his fingers to the small but untidy patch of pubic hair at the base of Michael's cock.
A look of horror appeared on the teenager's face as realised he was about to lose one of the symbols of his manhood. "Please don't," he begged.
Ignoring the boy, Josh reached down to a shelf under the table, picking up a disposable razor. Without further ado he began quickly and methodically shaving Michael's groin. Several times it was necessary for him to move the boy's dick aside in order to remove stray hairs and at one point he nipped Michael's foreskin between his thumb and forefinger and stretched the organ as far out as it would go so that he could remove any hairs from the lower part of the shaft. The whole process only took a few minutes and Josh finished off by rubbing a damp cloth roughly over the boy's groin before stepping back to admire the results.
Michael's groin was now completely bare, the skin a shiny pink. He looked down at himself and then back up at the SDO, a defeated look in his eyes.
"That'll do for now," said Josh, a smile on his face as he ran his fingertips over the freshly denuded area. "There are still some hairs on your balls; you can keep those for now. But if you end up here again I may decide to do a more thorough job. Front and back. Oh and there's something you should be aware of; when it starts to grow back it will probably itch. This will serve as a good reminder for you to think before you open your mouth in future." His fingers, which had been caressing the now smooth skin, slid down to encircle the boy's soft penis. Almost casually he began to play with the soft organ, rolling it in his hand and sliding the skin up and down the shaft. After a couple of moments he placed his other hand on Michael's chest, running his fingers lightly over the smooth skin of the boy's torso.
Michael's humiliation deepened as, in spite of himself, his cock began to lengthen and thicken. His eyes remained helplessly fixed on the traitorous organ.
"You claim that you have no sexual interest in other males, but you seem to get hard very quickly whenever I touch you," Josh observed. He gave Michael's now rigid boyhood a final couple of strokes before bending it downwards and releasing it, allowing it to fly back up and slap against the boy's stomach.
"I'm not gay. I like girls, not boys," Michael protested. "It just happens, I can't help it."
"Then I suggest you think about girls for this next bit," Josh suggested, passing the boy a clear plastic disposable beaker. "That's to catch your cum. I want to see you jerk that cock until you shoot."
Michael managed to look more horrified that at any stage so far. "I can't," he protested. "Not with you watching. Besides, you said you wouldn't make me do that."
"Actually, I said that if you did exactly as you were told, then I wouldn't make you do what I had threatened you with, which was to jerk off in front of your brother and sister. But if you decide that you're not going to cooperate, I can soon get them back in here." Josh put on a stern, no nonsense expression.
"Aw...," Michael bit back what he really wanted to say, shaking his head as he banged his hand down on the table beside him. He obviously realised he had no choice. Reluctantly, keeping his eyes averted from both Josh and Will, he took hold of his erection and began to stroke.
Josh settled back to watch. He was being deliberately hard on the boy, considering the youngster's relatively minor offence, but he was still convinced that Michael could be made to change his ways before he got too far out of control. What the SDO wanted to avoid more than anything was the use of any of the more severe, physical methods of punishment. If Michael ever went that extra step from verbal abuse and actually laid his hands on a teacher, the use of the paddle would be the very minimum punishment that Josh could administer. If the teacher suffered even the slightest injury from the encounter, the required punishment would be much worse than a simple paddling.
Up on the table, Michael was still stroking his erection, his tight fist travelling rapidly up and down the shaft causing his foreskin to slide backwards and forwards over the now well lubricated head. It seemed like the boy had realised that he had no choice in the matter and was determined to get this over with as quickly as possible. His breathing had become louder and faster and there was a red flush on his face and chest, indicating his approaching orgasm.
"Keep going, you're nearly there," said Josh. He stepped closer and resumed his stroking of the boy's slim chest and tight stomach, his hand moving lower until the sides of his fingers brushed against the solid shaft, then down to briefly caress Michael's inner thigh before taking hold of the teenaged balls, gently pulling on them and rolling them between is fingers.
"Ugh." Michael bit back a groan and his head tipped back, his mouth dropping open. "Arghhhhhhhh!" The boy's jerking became erratic and his cock began to throb as a streamer of white cum shot into the beaker. Several smaller spurts followed. Breathing heavily, the teen stroked his erection from the base, milking out the last drops.
"Well done, Michael," said Josh, giving the boy an encouraging smile. "I'm sure you'll be pleased to know that I've almost finished with you for today. Lift the beaker up to our nose and have a smell. Have you ever tasted your cum?"
"Oh shit, no!" The sheer horror of what he thought he might have to do caused the teen to speak without thinking.
"Don't worry," said Josh, ignoring the verbal slip. "I'm not about to ask you to taste it. Not this time. That's something else in store for you if I have to deal with you again."
The SDO paused for a moment and glanced at Will, who stood off to one side, silently observing the proceedings. There was no doubt at all in Josh's mind that the prefect had been turned on by what he had witnessed. In fact, it was the man's guess that Will was so turned on that he was close to losing it; he knew he wasn't that far off losing it himself. An idea formed in Josh's mind. It would mean stretching the rules, but what the hell!
"That's about it for your punishment today, Michael. Just one last thing before you get dressed. I want you to ask Will if he would be kind enough to wipe your sticky cock for you."
"What...?" This time Michael's expression was one much more of shock rather than of horror, though he certainly didn't look very happy at the instruction.
Josh fought back a smile. From the corner of his eye he'd seen Will almost jump in surprise. "You heard me, get on with it."
Michael's eyes moved from Josh to Will, and then back again. He didn't want to do this and Josh could understand why. It was bad enough being made to ask someone else to touch him in such an intimate fashion, but Will was someone Michael saw regularly around the school. In future it would be so difficult having to face the older boy knowing what he'd asked him to do.
"Do it," said Josh, making his tone threatening.
"Will you?" Michael asked, unhappily looking towards Will.
Will stepped forwards but Josh put out an arm to stop him.
"Ask him if he will clean your sticky cock for you. Say it," the SDO barked.
Michael swallowed and took a trembling breath. "Will, will you clean my sticky cock for me." His voice trailed off towards the end, but at least he'd got it out.
Josh held out some tissues for Will. The prefect looked at him questioningly and Josh nodded. "Go ahead," he said.
Nervously, Will took Michael's softening dick between his fingers and began using the tissues to wipe it clean. Pulling back the foreskin as far as it would go he wiped carefully around the pink head. About halfway done he gave a barely audible moan and his legs trembled. It looked like the school's Head Boy was going to need a change of underwear. It was only by sheer effort of will that Josh prevented himself from being in the same the situation. The man wondered where Michael was aware that the eighteen year old cleaning his penis had just shot a load in his pants.
Finished, Will turned away and dropped the used tissues in the bin. His face was glowing red.
"Get your clothes on," Josh instructed the naked teen. "I think you've been punished enough for today."
While Michael dressed, Josh quickly typed some notes into the boy's file. He needed at least a rough record of what had taken place so that he would have something to refer to when he later typed up the full session log. "Michael, come and sit down a minute," he said, seeing the teen was finished and ready to go.
Michael took a seat in front of the desk and Will sat down somewhat uncomfortably at the side.
"I honestly don't think you're such a bad kid," the SDO said, his tone soft and understanding. "I told you last time that I'm here to help you, not just to punish you, so why not let me help?"
"So stop the teachers from getting on at me all the time," Michael complained.
"If you think the teachers are picking on you unjustly, I can have a word them."
"Some chance."
"I'm serious, Michael. But you can't go around losing your temper and abusing them. If they get on at you, the chances are that it's for your own good. If it's unjustified, you don't lose your temper, you come and see me and I'll sort it out for you."
"I suppose kicking me off the swimming team was for my own good," the boy said, fiercely.
Josh remembered reading in Michael's file about how he'd been a promising member of the school's swimming team until he had been dropped after getting into a fight with a boy from another school. "You were dropped for fighting."
"Yeah, but it wasn't my fault. What was I supposed to do, stand there and let him punch me? He'd been pushing me around for ages, jabbing me with his fist and kicking me. Him and his friends had even held me under the water. I was trying to stop him pushing me back into the pool when Mr. Skelton caught us." Mr. Skelton was the PE teacher. "Swimming was the only thing I've ever been good at. I was the best on the team. And they stopped me doing it." There were tears in Michael's eyes. Angrily he raised his hand and wiped them away. "What's the point of following their stupid rules when I'm being punished for something that's not my fault?"
Josh gave the boy a long, considering look. Throughout the whole of the session, the closest that Michael had come to tears was when he told of how he'd been stopped from swimming for the school. The SDO believed the young teen was telling the truth; the scuffle at the swimming match had not been his fault.
"Michael, suppose I can get you back on the swim team?"
"You can do that?"
"I can try. But you have to promise me that in return you will change your behaviour and make more of an effort to stick to the rules."
Michael looked happier, but a little suspicious. "I was the best on the team," he repeated.
"So stick to the rules and maybe you can be the best again," said Josh. "Go on, get back to class and I'll let you know if I manage to sort anything out. Remember that you come and see me if you have any problems; you don't lose your temper with teachers."
After Michael had gone, Josh smiled over at Will. "I think we might be getting somewhere with that one. I'd like you to keep an eye on him for me whenever you get the chance. Make sure he behaves himself. Could you do that?"
"Yeah, I think so," Will nodded.
"Great. You may as well get going yourself. Not got any lessons this afternoon?"
"Not until last period."
"Ah, that still gives you about fifteen minutes then. So if you want to use my private toilet to clean yourself up, the door's just behind you. There's a sink and plenty of tissues in there."
"Oh, erm, thanks." His face flaming, Will disappeared through the door.
*** End of Chapter ***
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