This story follows my usual format. Loads of sex, some cp, and loads of love. It is complete so I will submit a chapter every couple of days.
Tom Brown's School Days
Chapter 1
"The school has an enviable academic record, Tom, and I can't see any other choice for you. You have been expelled from most of the top schools in this country. If you get suspended or expelled from this one I promise I will cast you adrift and let you see how being a rebel suits you in the big wide world. You are a disgrace to the family but more than that, you are a disgrace to yourself. Go and take a look in the mirror and decide whether you want to see that image deteriorate even more, because I can assure you that without my love and backing you will look a hundred times worse."
Tom scuttled out of his father's study and before he could close the door his father's parting shot stung his ears.
"And be ready to leave in half an hour. You will not be home again for one year unless it is to be given your marching orders."
In his bedroom, Tom started packing. `What the fuck am I going to do during school holidays', was his first thought. He stood up and looked in the mirror as another thought struck him. Yes, he did look pretty awful. Long hair, ratty looking beard, not surprising really as Tom was only sixteen. Clothes that should be in the rubbish bag. Then he looked in his wardrobe. Beautiful designer clothes that he never wore, the same in his chests of drawers. Shirts, sweaters, underwear, everything with designer labels on. He threw a bunch of it into his travel luggage along with some hand tooled boots and shoes. The underwear made him giggle. Really small minibriefs from Hom and 2xist that he never wore. He was currently wearing some truly awful loose boxers that had seen better days. The remainder of his attire was an old plaid shirt, torn jeans and loafers that were so worn out as to be almost unwearable. All quite appropriate as he smelt like a horse and looked like a shaggy dog.
His father's valet walked into the room exactly thirty minutes after Tom had left his father's study, looked down his nose at Tom before picking up his cases and walking out again. Tom looked round the beautiful and luxuriously appointed suite. Dad had it converted when he tried to keep Tom at home, hoping to turn him into an acceptable human being, instead of sending him away to school. It had a king size bed surrounded by the usual bedroom requirements, a large sitting area with easy chairs, a large flat screen TV and surround around audio equipment linked to both TV and music players. There was a bathroom, en-suite and walk in dressing room, then he followed the man.
Tom was surprised to see his father's pride and joy waiting to take him away. The uniformed chauffeur was holding the door to the classic Rolls Royce for him. His father walked out behind him and spoke.
"You will be delivered to your school in the manner to which you have been brought up. You will leave it the same way if you deserve it. If you are suspended or expelled you will leave it on foot and find your own way in the world because you will not be welcome back here."
Tom looked behind his father and saw his mother. She was almost collapsing, crying her eyes out. He felt a twinge of guilt. She was his rock, the shoulder to cry on when he didn't want anyone else to see a weakness in him. Loving, caring, all the good things that a mother should be, and he loved her like no one else in the world.
Tom had no idea where he was going and certainly wasn't prepared for the drive that he was taken on. Almost six hours, most of it on auto-routes, so probably 300+ miles. The place they eventually arrived at was an enormous country house sat in its own grounds. It had been miles since they had seen any other buildings so very isolated. At the main entrance to the house the car was met by two large men who took his baggage and disappeared again. Left to his own devices, Tom walked into the entrance hall and immediately saw the sign, `Registration'. A very pretty lady, sat behind a desk, greeted him pleasantly.
"Mr. Brown, good afternoon. Welcome to Freedom Hall. Please fill in this form and then I will have you escorted to your room."
Tom acknowledged the greeting, filled in the form and thought, `Something wrong here, this is all too civilised, I'm going to have a ball with this lot of goody goodies.'
A young man, probably not much older than Tom, immaculate in designer clothes escorted him to a second floor room that was spacious and airy. Fitted out in the height of luxury and with an en-suite bathroom and dressing room.
"My name is Adrian, Tom, I will call for you again in thirty minutes for you to meet the school hierarchy. I suggest you smarten yourself up or you will be in trouble straight away."
Tom just nodded but his thought was, `You can all get screwed.'
Exactly 30 minutes later, Adrian was back and took Tom back to the ground floor and knocked on a door before entering and addressing the man behind the desk.
"I have Mr. Brown for you, Sir."
"Thank you Adrian. We won't need you again today."
The man then looked at Tom, almost as though he could smell Tom's BO, which he probably could, he turned his nose up. Tom heard a bell ring then and a minute or so later the door opened and three more people entered, two women and a man. They moved behind the man's desk and waited.
"Mr. Brown. My name is Charles Ansty. I am the principal of this establishment. The lady on my left is Ms. Watkins, she is deputy principal and head of the history department. The lady on my right is Mrs. Morgan, head of student services. The gentleman on her right is Gordon Smith. Mr. Smith is an ex-British Royal Marine and the school disciplinary officer.
You are a disgrace. You may remove every stitch of clothing you are wearing, now. You will then return to your suite, bathe and shave, dress properly and return here when we will continue with your school induction."
Tom looked in shock at the four before replying.
"Fuck off, I'm not undressing for you perverts."
Charles looked at Gordon and nodded. He walked round the desk, moved in close to Tom who eyed him suspiciously and before he knew it he was in an arm lock of some kind and bent over. The man then pounded his ass with his bare hand making Tom's eyes pop. He couldn't believe how hard the strokes were, and how much they hurt even through his jeans and underwear. He receive 20, and thought he was going to die when they stopped.
"In two minutes time Mr. Smith will repeat that, only using a cane, unless you are naked."
The speed of light was almost slower than Tom in getting naked. He covered his genitals with his hands and looked with hatred in his eyes at the group in front of him.
"Thirty minutes should be long enough, Mr. Brown, when we will be pleased to resume."
Tom ran from the room to his own room and immediately went for a shave and shower. All clean and he used deodorant and an `eau do toilette' he had been given by his mother and never used. Dressed in all designer gear, starting with his 2xist briefs, Ralph Lauren polo, Armani casual trousers and Gucci loafers, it was only his hair that let him down. He returned to the Principal's study looking very wary.
"Mr. Smith will escort you to the barber's when we are finished here, you will then be fit to join your class tomorrow."
On the desk was a small stack of literature which was pushed towards him.
"All of the knowledge you will need to function in this establishment is in that pack. I suggest that after the barber's you retire to your room and read it thoroughly, particularly the part concerning school discipline. There is no leeway given to you as a new boy. You will follow all of the dictates from day one.
There is a map of the school showing all of the classrooms and other places you may need to visit. Your study and lesson roster is there also. If you have any questions or doubts about what to do, where to go, how to behave, or anything else, just dial 1 on your room `phone at any time and you will connect to Mrs. Morgan who will sort your problem.
That is all Mr. Brown, welcome to Freedom Hall we hope you enjoy your stay with us."
Gordon Smith walked round the desk and escorted Tom to the barber shop also on the ground floor of the house. He was an unhappy bunny when he came out, the haircut was a million miles from anything he would have chosen, but Gordon Smith was too big to harangue about it so he slunk off to his room and started reading from the pack he had been given. The punishment section made him cringe. Corporal punishment was standard, usually rendered using a cane, and always naked. There was intimation of more severe punishment of a humiliating nature but no details.
The school routine didn't appear too bad. There was a lot more physical activity than he was used to and he noted that it was a full six days of school, he thought that wouldn't matter because he couldn't imagine trying to get to the nearest town for any activities. Compulsory church on Sunday, but only for matins at 11 o clock. School started at 8, so breakfast started at 7, again, not to Tom's liking. Dress code, forms of address to staff, almost every detail of his life was covered in the briefing notes. He considered doing a runner immediately until he thought about consequences.
`Fuck, I'm going to have to put up with this whatever I think,' and that spoilt the remainder of his day. He went to supper and sat by himself looking at all the other boys. There were about one-- hundred of them all in their final two years of schooling he guessed. Adrian sat down with him after a while.
"Hello Tom, I almost didn't recognise you. You clean up very well."
Tom grimaced at him and said nothing.
"I guess this isn't your first choice school. Rebel without a cause. Join the club, most of us are rich kids with parents who got fed up with our behaviour. No doubt you come into that category as well."
"None of you fucking business so just fuck off."
Adrian stood up, looked down pityingly at Tom and spoke.
"I can be a good friend if you ever need one Tom, and you will before you have been here for very long."
He left and Tom scowled watching him go.
An uneasy night's sleep, late for breakfast which carried over and he was late for his first class. Not a good choice as Ms. Watkins history class was Tom's first. He slipped into the class without an apology or an excuse and sat at an empty desk.
"Mr. Brown, would you like to come to the front of the class and explain your lateness."
Tom shuffled to the front and mumbled his excuse, still no apology.
"I think you are a very rude young man, and I certainly don't intend to put up with it. You will remove all of your clothes, now, and prostrate yourself over my desk."
Tom looked at her in shock, thought about his previous refusal to obey and started to shake.
"If I have to repeat myself I will ask Mr. Smith to double the punishment."
Tom's shoulders sagged and he started to undress. He got as far as his underwear before turning bright red at a comment he picked up from a class member.
"That is one hot piece of tail."
Ms. Watkins glared at the boy concerned, before looking again at Tom.
"Your underwear as well, Brown."
Tom was mortified, knowing that the whole class could see his bare ass once he had complied with the instruction.
"Please Miss, you don't have to send for Mr. Smith to render punishment, I would be quite happy to oblige."
Everyone laughed and Ms. Watkins scowled again.
"Please Miss, you don't really want Mr. Smith to bruise that cute ass do you. That would be a sin of monumental proportions."
Ms Watkins was used to the over the top sense of humour of Brian Dunlevy, but this appeared to be taking it further than normal. What was so special about this new boy's butt?
"Turn round and face the class Mr. Brown and apologise to the class for wasting their time."
Tom did as he was told blushing furiously and covering his groin. Ms. Watkins looked at Tom's butt and gasped. She was only a young woman in the scheme of things and could appreciate a sexy young man if she saw one, and Tom, for all his faults was quite stunning below the waist, and no slag above. He had a long crack that closed tightly around his anus so that all you could see was the two gorgeous cheeks with a substantial cock hanging down below the cheeks. Ms. Watkins had seen the cock and balls before telling Tom to turn round, so she knew he was adequately endowed. She was torn now. She knew that Tom deserved another ass pounding from Mr. Smith, but she was now hesitant to order it. Perhaps her class would gain some amusement from allowing Dunlevy to carry out the punishment.
"I have never allowed a student to administer punishment before, but as you are so keen, I am going to this time, but you will, of course, be naked the same as the miscreant. So, punishment room, and come back with a paddle. Then you can strip as well before administering ten strokes."
Brian didn't appear to be at all upset and his classmates all knew why.
Brian returned from his task and without any hesitation, stripped naked. Obviously excited by what he was about to do, his cock was already erect and what an erection. It was no more than about ten inches long, but it was the thickness that made everyone gasp. It was a monster. Uncut, the head was still partially covered. Brian grabbed it and eased the skin fully back before releasing it and looking at Ms. Watkins.
"I'm ready Miss."
Tom had seen it and his eyes were out on organ stops. The whole class were the same. They had seen it flaccid and that was amazing, but this was beyond that.
"Very well. Prostrate yourself over my desk Mr. Brown. Alter his position to suit yourself, Mr. Dunlevy and then ten good strokes of the paddle." Brian moved in close and whispered to Tom.
"I can give you ten that will bruise for weeks or ten that you will hardly feel. To get the latter you just need to nod to indicate you will give me a blowjob in my room before supper tonight."
Tom didn't like pain. He didn't fancy giving a blowjob either but that appeared to be the lesser of two evils at this point in time, so he nodded.
"Bring your feet in close to the desk Tom, and spread your legs wide."
His anus still wasn't visible, but his ass looked even better so there were a few hard cocks looking at it.
Ten strokes of the paddle later and Ms. Watkins knew she had been had.
"I am tempted to let Mr. Brown carry out the same punishment on you, only I would insist on much stronger strokes, but we have wasted enough time. Dress and sit down both of you and be wary of incurring my displeasure again."
Brian winked at Tom as he returned to his seat.
Tom managed to stay out of trouble for the remainder of the day and returned to his room to carry out his assignments, wondering if he should just forget them. Then he thought about consequences, so he did them. The intended blowjob for Brian was forgotten, he had no intention of giving a fellow student a blowjob, or anyone else come to that. Supper, he once again sat by himself until Brian came to sit with him.
"Weren't you supposed to see me before supper?"
"Forget it, I'm not giving you or anyone else a blowjob."
Brian got up, and took his meal to another table. Tom went straight back to his room after supper wondering what the hell he was going to do every night in this place. He didn't watch TV and apart from the games room there wasn't anything else to do. He was spared too much time on that thought because there was a knock on his door and four boys, all bigger than Tom came in behind Brian.
"You are called to a hearing of the student council to answer charges laid against you by me. These guys are just to make sure you attend."
Tom only had to look once to know he wasn't going to argue, and besides, he was curious, 'student council', what the fuck was that?
Tom followed Brian to a common room laid out like a court room. There were five boys sat at a long table at one end. Two tables and chairs in front. Tom was guided to one and Brian went to the other. To one side were twelve more students in three rows, behind the desks were other members of the student body, the final people present were the four heavies who had escorted Tom, and they were in a line behind him. The student who was the head honcho judging by his place in the centre of the five, stood up and read from a sheet of paper.
"At the beginning of first lesson Brian Dunlevy states that he swopped an easy punishment of Tom Brown for a blowjob before supper. Brown failed to turn up to render that forfeit. Continue Mr. Dunlevy."
"I approached Brown at supper and he told me he had no intention of giving me, or anyone else, a blowjob. I request student satisfaction plus student punishment for reneging on his word."
Tom looked at his surroundings and listened to the proceedings before starting to giggle.
"You find this court amusing, Mr. Brown?"
"And some," was Tom's glib reply.
"Do you dispute the statement made by this court and Mr. Dunlevy?" Tom thought for a moment.
"Only in so far as I never said a word when he propositioned me."
"True or untrue, Mr. Dunlevy?"
"True, but he indicated his assent by a nod of the head."
"Correct, Mr. Brown?"
"I guess."
"In that case, members of the jury, your verdict will not be required. The judges will now retire to deliberate the punishment."
Tom was almost in hysterics, he thought it was so amusing. That amusement lasted only a few minutes. The five judges came back with their verdict.
"Mr. Brown, stand to hear your sentence."
Tom stood up still grinning.
"The verdict of this student court is guilty and your punishment is as follows. You will strip first and then carry out the same action on Mr. Dunlevy before giving him the blowjob previously agreed. For breach of the student code of honour Mr. Dunlevy will then be allowed to fuck you, or nominate another student to carry out the action. For your disrespect to this court you will be restrained and given ten strokes of the paddle at an appropriate severity."
Tom looked at the four monsters behind him and wondered what he should do. Early days for him to stop digging a hole for himself so he told the judge he was joking and tried to leave the room. Two of the strong men grabbed him and the other two stripped him.
"Now continue your sentence Mr. Brown or I will authorise a further ten strokes of the paddle."
Tom struggled to get free and ended up restrained on a punishment bench. One of the big guys laid into him with alacrity. Tom couldn't believe the pain of the first stroke, and by the tenth one he thought he was going to die. Released from his restraints he couldn't stand. The judge made a further announcement.
"We will resume here tomorrow evening for Mr. Brown to complete his punishment."
The two heavies took Tom back to his room and just dumped him on his bed. Adrian followed them in and after the heavies left he started in on Tom's ass. A succession of cold towels to cool down the burning sensation and then he started gently rubbing cream into the bruised cheeks. When he had achieved all he could he covered Tom with a sheet and spoke to him.
"I'll be back in the morning to repeat that before breakfast."
Tom slept an exhausted sleep then and knew no more until he woke feeling a hand rubbing his butt. He started to roll over until a hand stopped him. He turned his head and could see Adrian.
"What are you doing?"
"Trying to save you discomfort and pain. I suggest you get up now and shower, make it a cool one."
Tom went, almost on auto pilot. He felt stiff but there was just a dull ache in his butt. After his shower he looked at it in the mirror and was quite shocked at the colour. The bruises were very deep blue. Back in his bedroom he started to dress looking at Adrian who was watching him.
"What are you looking at, and why are you doing this for me?"
"First answer. A pretty gorgeous looking white male, who has shit for brains. Second answer. Because I hold out hope for you and want to be your friend. Tom, you are nearly as stupid as I was when I came here. Keep this up and you will exceed me no problem, but you will spend an awful lot of time in pain, and you will still take a load of cock in both ends. Learn early. Teachers and the student council have unlimited powers here. You either bow to them or do a runner. No one will stop you."
Tom finished dressing and headed for the dining room.
"I'll see you after the council session tonight and cream your ass again."
With that Adrian went his separate way. Tom thought about the conversation as he ate his breakfast