Exposure
Dorm 5X
The X-P♂sers
Quietly he padded inside, and there was a flurry of directionless activity as four felons spotted his basic black, and stood to attention by their beds. “At ease….” he said, slipping off his cloak, “….this isn’t to be defenestrated, or someone’s seat will subsequently suffer substantially….” he folded it to the floor, “….we’re now equals. Panty Pervert Pete’s here as a Visitor, although we should have some opportunities for physical frolics a little later. In terms of time, we’ve around an hour, after which I have another appointment.” He watched whilst two further felons arrived. “Sorry we’re late….Shagger,” said one, pointedly omitting the salutation now he was naked. “We were just talking to two of our firm friends from The Rakes,” said the second, “I hope we haven’t missed anything….” so he’d been right about them, “….although I don’t recall you in the corridor behind us.” Well spotted….or not. “We Cunt Casanovas have an uncanny ability to flit around the place without being seen,” he said mysteriously, “but there’s no problem. I understand you want to learn more about being a sex-pest and public pervert….shocking sins which they are….” there were six neat nods, as he sat down on bed A, traditionally reserved for the dorm captain, “….I normally rifle through the records in advance of these sessions, to give me a note of all your names. However what with A-Levels, I failed to do so this time. So I suggest you all strip starkers for starters….” what wit, “….and sit on the floor….or kneel, if it’s been a bad day for beatings. Then we can all posture our pulsing penises. My firm friend and Cunt Casanova colleague Cully reckons I’d have done well in The Six X-hibi♂nists….so I assure you I’m quite a kindred spirit.”
He watched whilst they folded their clothes neatly, all evidently enjoying the erotic experience. Then they approached, their shafts straining strongly, and knelt smilingly in a small circle. “I’m impressed,” he said, “properly presented with personality, poise and panache….but you ARE The X-P♂sers.” Since they hadn’t selected the seating option, he reckoned they’d all received the rattan relatively recently. “Could your captain kindly introduce you all?” he asked. “I’m Benjamin Notus,” said one, “and before you ask, my surname isn’t Latin….” although it certainly sounded so, “….it’s actually from a Greek word, and merely means the south wind….” Ohh, “….it was I who made our entry on your Cute Cunt Calendar, on our joint behalf….” he smiled, “….it’s very reasonable of you to waive your prefects’ privileges like this, Shagger. Otherwise it would be one whack for the Vulgarity.” Obviously, he’d learned the lesson the hard way. “Had you intended to add anything else?” he asked, “since there was a reference to a note back.” The other shook his head. “Sorry, Shagger,” he said, “it’s simply Nota Bene….or NB, which is my nickname….” Ohh, “….but before I introduce everyone, could I be a Nosy Bastard….” very droll, “….and ask about your date? I suppose it’s some sort of sinful slut you’ll shortly be screwing?” He smiled sweetly. “If you must know,” he replied, “it’s with Stinks….” there were several gasps, “….who’s not a gay guy….” or at least so far as he was aware, “….my Missus and I will attend his study for some rubber work. It’ll be a traditional threesome, with two fellas fucking a floozy….” two studs and a slut, “….since I suppose we’ll both bonk her. As for him and me, I daresay it’ll be doses of derrière discipline, as he always seemed to enjoy hitting my hiney.” There were several nods. “With his legendary long length of rubber tubing, Shagger,” NB confirmed, “something with which I seem to suffer during most Chemistry lessons. Although I often fantasize about him tying it to my testicles….” thou too Brutus, he agreed. “I’m sure we’ll have opportunities to follow the fetish,” he agreed, “I broke a retort one day in his class, after holding it hard, and whilst imagining it to be someone’s scrotum. I rather recall his words: ‘Glass is fragile stuff, Shagger, so stick to squeezing, or rather rotating reproductive retorts, unless you yourself want to be a balls bulb boy.’ It was the first time I’d heard the term, but I was very innocent in those days. Although in dorm, as I expect you’re well aware, a pyjama cord will work as well….or a Rope Of Rack And Ruin.” This time there were several sniggers.
“May I introduce you to Gordon Solar,” said the dorm captain, “who’s Gorgonzola, though not the head cheese around here….” very good, “….in bed B, with Gaston Righteous in bed C, who’s Gastroenteritis but doesn’t have it….” hopefully not, as he shook hands with them both, “….whilst on the other side of the dorm, we have Lester Gomm in bed D, who alas is Gormless….” so to speak, “….and then latterly two sinners with similar names. They’re Simon Cone and Simon Cox.” He shook hands similarly. “
As an amateur comiconomenclaturist,” he said, “I’d suggest the occupants of beds E and F are known as Cyclone and Cyclops?” There were two nods. “Completely correct, Shagger,” he said, “but what does the big word mean?” He licked his lips. “It’s a gratuitous grandiloquism,” he explained, “taken from Grahame’s Guide. The book’s a gold mine of useful words, especially ones thrown at you by teachers….should you ever see it on sale. Kenneth Grahame is also the acclaimed author of the well-known children’s work, The Wind In The Willows.” There was a sudden sniff. “I was once whacked in English comprehension,” said Cyclops, “for failing to find the right meaning of Impromptu….” On The Spur Of The Moment, “….so he has a lot to answer for….including liberal lacings of Latin. Being a German garçon, I haven’t a hope of understanding any of them….” he could certainly sympathize, “….but you were going to tell us about comic….whatever it was?” He nodded. “It’s simply a specialist, or collector of funny names,” he confirmed, “of which there’s no shortage at St Sticks. However, I do commend big words to you, since the sinful sluts love them. It’s what my Mentor Richard Merryweather would say was witty wordplay before foreplay. I agree Big Dick’s big dick is also an added attraction, since it really IS eight inches long.” Looking around, there weren’t any such on offer. Six seemed to be about the most, both sported by the two Simons.
“So what have you heard about Panty Pervert Pete?” he asked, “bearing in mind he doesn’t exist.” There were six separate sniggers. “We read an article in The Tanningtowne Tymen about the scourge of saintly schoolgirls in public parks,” said NB, “apparently, he confessed to nineteen counts of indecent exposure, with a further forty four felonies of sex-pest telephone calls to be taken into consideration. You’ll understand it was all of intense interest to us in this deviant dorm.” Fair comment. “I’m sorry to disappoint you all,” he said, “but virtually of it is fiction….or rather dreamland. I HAVE flashed floozies on occasion, however almost always it’s been with the affronted lovely Lady’s permission first. The only time it wasn’t so was at my Missus’ and her Mother’s insistence. It was with a near neighbour, who’s a professional prostitute, having been warned in advance to expect a serious shock. But Bren was sitting next to her at the time of treatment, and was able to explain afterwards. She took it in good heart, and was pleased for the publicity….since this story too made it into the local press, The Nixborough News….” he paused for breath, “….as for the phone calls, I’ve only ever made two, but in each case it was by invitation. So there’s the reality, although I’m sorry to say there IS a kind of erotic enjoyment at the end of it all. However, as my philandering father’s always maintained, there’s occasionally only a thin dividing line between role-play and reality, but one which should be kept carefully under control….” he shrugged, “….especially so in his case, since he role-plays Flasher Fred….” there were six gasps, “….who uses a balaclava, in place of panties. Would you like a demonstration of how it’s done….?” there were six neat nods, so he stood up and collected his cloak, “….do feel free to take filthy photos if you’ve a handy camera.” Then he pulled out a pair from one of the pockets, as supplied by kind courtesy of his Missus. “Ohh,” he moaned, “it’s an added bonus, breathing residual cunt scent from naughty knickers over the nose.” If nothing else, it would always ensure an errant erection.
He slipped it on, and strode sternly around the room. Then he turned towards them, and bared his boy bits. “Panty Pervert Pete packs a pulsing penis,” he said in the Position For Pain, his voice mildly muffled by the material. His legs were spread, both knees bent, and he was leaning backwards slightly….FLASHH “….SIR,” said Cyclops….FLASHH “….seven inches of circumcised sin, Sir,” added Cyclone. He slipped off the cloak, and folded it again carefully to the floor. “Haven’t you ever had problems with the Police, Shagger?” asked NB, “especially after all those newspaper articles.” He smiled slightly. “It’s a question of who rather than what you know,” he replied, “the Officer in charge of the investigation at Tanningtown was one Inspector Francis Ian Fielding….known as Frank Ifield, after the singer from the swinging sixties. He happens to be a school friend of the Manageress at Foyblen Booken et Periodiclen on the HIGH STREET. We know each other rather well, and she was able to set him straight on the subject of Panty Pervert Pete. So no more Police time was wasted, for the investigation of crimes which didn’t exist, and the cases were closed.”
There were several smiles. “Do you mean Priscilla?” asked Gorgonzola, “as it says on her name-badge. She sounds so much like a sultry Siren….oops,” he stopped, suddenly aware of the hole he was digging. “I won’t….well, Shop you for frequenting slightly suspect bookshops,” he interjected, “presumably you were there for the purchase of porn?” The younger boy gave a guilty grin. It was similar to the so-called swishees’ smirk, as often offered by culpable canees in class as a prelude to public punishment. “I always buy a copy of WANKER! when I’m passing through Tanningtown on the train,” he continued, “it’s the exhortation to Feel the shame of taking your favourite magazine to the checkout Lady which is so enjoyable….” he could relate to this, “….there are so many perfect presented pussy pictures, with the lovely Ladies leering at the losers. Somehow they all seem to be saying: We Know You’re A Worthless Wanker….” got it in one, “….so expose yourself in public, and Stroke Your Shaft….” he shrugged, “….something I’ve never done….not yet, anyway.” He smiled. “I agree,” he said, “how horrendous humiliation and risible rejection work wonders with a wanked willy. There’s no shortage of sinful sluts who’d be happy to help, but disciplinary Dommes are first in the frame. The trick is to ensure your intended isn’t a shrinking violet….” which was what happened whenever one was presented with a pulsing penis, “….or worse, vitriolic vanilla. If you don’t already know, they’re the prissy people who only pursue perfectly plain poking. You’d never be able to form any relationship with one of them….not with your deviant and dirty desires….” he’d known of several such where it had been tried, and they’d all been disaster areas, “….I was similarly able to speak with Inspector Lance Sceptre at Letchhampton. Actually, my brain had reinvented him in dreamland to be the sinister Inspector Spectre. He was happy to role-play the part, with me as Panty Pervert Pete, on the Saturday evening over half term, in the local nick.”
Six faces appeared impressed. “A REAL Policeman?” asked Gastroenteritis, “in a REAL Police station, Shagger? OMG….I’ve often had a horrible urge to strip in the street, turn myself in, and hope to be interrogated starkers in a cell.” So there he was, thinking he was unique. “All is not lost,” he said, “since there’s Stern Hall….although you’ll have to wait another year. From this autumn, all prefects-with-penis will be invited to get a go on Professor Wodin Tiberius Thring’s patent Knackering Machine….” he could see six shafts straining, so there probably wouldn’t be any shortage of takers, “….called Ten:PM:GMT. It’s nothing to do with time, but rather Ten Punishment Methods for Genital Mechanical Torments….” six hands cupped so many crotches, “….however, afterwards you spend the night in a cell to recover. They’re not normally locked, but can be so on request. His son Thor’s a real Policeman, who’ll be happy to interrogate you….or he can role-play the Sadistic Screw if you prefer. How does it all sound so far?” From six faces of happiness, the answer would seem Sold.
He glanced across at the wall clock, which read 8.28pm. “Was there anything else of urgency?” he asked, “or would you like to start some….well, more physical fun? We can’t engage with any phallic frolics, owing to the Wankometer….” idiot boy, he could always have unplugged it. However, he hadn’t passed through the Dorm wings entrance hall, and hence hadn’t given it a thought, “….I assume you all enjoy spanking seats and knackering nuts….?” there were six guilty grins, “….I’ll spend a few minutes with each of you first on an individual basis. If you want payback for any alleged ill-treatment, I’m happy to have my hiney hit….in any position of your choice. I can be knackered naked, since I especially enjoy it from younger years.” This time there were several wide smiles. “This is incredibly reasonable of you, Shagger,” said NB, “and I’m sure we’ll all appreciate it. But first, could you give us an indication for our chances of becoming Cunt Casanovas? It’s something we’ve often discussed in dorm.” He pursed his lips. “Which is probably more productive than playing poker,” he agreed, “as so many Dominant dolts do….my apologies to any present. But Lisa McFee-Sven-Sless can afford to be picky, since she….well, cums with the cutest cunt at St Sticks….” what wit, “….in terms of arithmetic, it’s low. There’s only around six studs selected from the pupils-with-penis In The Pink, which makes it twelve per gross. One prerequisite is you MUST be a sixdy-sixdy switch….as she doesn’t do Doms. Although the odds are probably better than you’d expect, since dorm 6X has a history of producing them….Poke Her, for example. Barring career changes, you’ll be in pole position, since she has a penchant for our kind of perverted personality. However, there IS one thing you can do in order to improve your chances. If you aren’t already completely competent with cunnilingus, you should source the skill soonest. So many sinful sluts enjoy oral appreciation, and it’s a passport to poking pussy.”
He saw several faces of puzzlement. “How do we get it if we haven’t got it, Shagger?” asked Simon Cox. “The solution is straightforward,” he explained, “and you ask for assistance in the area. The Six Arses Licked rely on Voluntary Victims, since they maintain they’re much better than….well, pressed men. If you explain your problem to their dorm captain….” he pursed his lips, “….Robyn Sovereign, as I recall. Say to her you’d be most interested in getting her Arse Over….so to speak, and I’m sure she’d be happy to have them all help.” Several faces still showed doubt. “I don’t know whether I’d like to lick labial lips, Shagger,” said Simon Cone, “let alone beautiful bums.” He shrugged. “It’s more a matter of showing respect,” he replied, “and also accepting your innate inferiority….when on your knees….” or whilst being face-sat, “….I too once harboured doubts. But Miffy Smiffy’s one of my ménage-à-trois, and she hailed from dorm 6A last year. You should bear in mind one of the many maxims for Cunt Casanovas, as offered to me by my unofficial Tutress….”
Alice Tetsworth, “….always give the lovely Lady what she wants, never mind your own dirty deviant desires. Then you may be rewarded with cute cunt….which I impolitely point out are always adjacent to every adorable arse. It’s all a matter of forward planning, even though it took me a term to think it through. You still have to contend with a whole year of supposed celibacy….with the exception of my Wanko! Whacks For Cute Cunt Classes. You can sign up to these specially supervised spunks, although they do….well, cum at the cost of considerable caning. So to summarize, you can either sit and seethe in dorm, or get out and about. Many of your peers-with-pussy will be able to assist, albeit with some strings attached, especially those in the Domme dorms. But the real trick for your tools is to arrange a selection of suitably screwable sluts from the ranks of pretty prefects. You don’t need to worry about getting The Big One, since it counts as Obliging the lovely Lady. If you can offer them oral appreciation, you’ve a far higher chance of being invited to make an entry in their dalliance diaries….” he smiled, “….and this includes teachers’ twats too. So do you prefer poke her to poker?” He stopped after this homily, and hoped he’d put the point across? “Thanks, Shagger,” said the dorm captain, “you’ve given us a lot to think about. Shall we start with me, and some suitable spanking?” He nodded. “The others are welcome to watch,” he said, “or amuse themselves with Panty Pervert Pete’s cloak and naughty knicks….perhaps with filthy flashing photos.”
He arose, and his place was taken by the dorm captain. “If you’d care to get across my knee, Shagger,” he said, “I’ll redden your rear….” he duly draped himself down, noting he still had an appreciative audience, “….everyone says you’ve a neat little bottom, simply Asking for the cane….and I have to agree.” So two more dollars for his mythical collection, of when it was complimented….SMACKK SMACKK “….Oww….” SMACKK SMACKK “….Oww….” SMACKK SMACKK “….Oww….” he gasped, “by the way, I’m happy to sign everyone’s Stretch Slave Sheets at the close, although your opportunities for demanding your dues will be limited. Still, I suppose my signature should suffice as some sort of souvenir.” SMACKK SMACKK “….Oww….” SMACKK SMACKK “….Oww….” SMACKK SMACKK “….Oww….” he repeated. “I really rather enjoy strutting my stuff starkers in the changing rooms,” the dorm captain confessed, “although for some strange reason, it’s even better when the innocent young Ladies are dressed. Is it the same with you?” SMACKK SMACKK “….Oww….” SMACKK SMACKK “….Oww,” he gasped, “yes….and it’s a common crime. It’s called Clothed Female naked male, or CFnm, with only the first two letters capitalized. Should you be Senior Swapped next year to a pretty prefect, you can suggest some suitable service, which always goes down well. It’s best with the Naked Waiter wear….a slight misnomer, but not enough to make much difference. You sport only a pink clip-on bowtie and matching high-heeled shoes….” he saw some shafts stiffen, “….although walking with them is another skill you’d need to learn first. However, help is again at hand from The Six Sets ♀f High Heels. Either next term, or better yet start with the present incumbents. They’ll be prefects in the autumn, and can then ask your fearsome fagmasters for such sinful services. The only downside is the deviant damsels of dorm 6H do have a horrid habit of poking the point up the posterior….” there were several wry smiles, “….it seems some of you might already have found this out the hard way.” SMACKK SMACKK “….Oww….” SMACKK SMACKK “….Oww….” he gasped. “Thank you, Shagger,” said NB, “I’ll knacker your nuts, and you can be away to bed B.” He felt his testicles taken in hand. “AHHH….AHHH….AHHH,” he gasped, “AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….I submit, SIR.”
When they were released, he stood slowly and took two steps to where Gordon Solar was standing waiting patiently. “Can we do some Knacky Smacky, Shagger?” he asked, as his appreciative audience sat on the bed, “which is something I’ve always enjoyed. I suppose I must have light leftwards leanings, although I’m not a bi-boy or gay guy. But I’ve always wanted to spank your seat, although I honestly never thought I’d ever have the chance.” He shrugged, as they stood adjacent to each other. “Never Say Never At St Sticks….” he too quoted the unwritten rule, “….Ohh,” he added as his scrotum was suddenly stretched….SMACKK SMACKK “….Oww….AHHH,” he gasped….SMACKK SMACKK “….Oww….AHHH,” Gorgonzola repeated as his testicles too were tweaked. “Ohh….Ohh,” they both moaned in unison as they stroked each other’s stripes. “Obviously my rear regularly receives the rattan,” the younger year confirmed, “but you’re supposed to be a prefect, so why have you been beaten?” He shrugged slightly. “There are always Sex Thrashings,” he said sagely, “and since I poke plenty of pussy, it’s likewise a lot of Caning For Cunt. But today’s Friday, when I have a period of Private Study with my former dorm captain, Richard Sharp….” SMACKK SMACKK “….Oww….AHHH.” SMACKK SMACKK “….Oww….AHHH….it’s a daily slot in the prefects’ timetable, between ten and twenty past one. It’s usually used for dealing with differences and difficulties, by derrière discipline. At the start of Year LXXXIX, I was having them once a day, from all five of my dearest dorm mates….” with two more at the weekends, from Janet Nicholas and Ruth Soham, who were also aggrieved, “….which were my penances, after all the annoyances I’d given them during my period In The Pink....SMACKK SMACKK “….Oww….AHHH,” SMACKK SMACKK “….Oww….AHHH….I’ve made my peace with three of them….” similarly Show’em and Knickerless, “….plus progress with Rick The Prick. Alas my relationship with Messy is still messy. Brian Macey was once my fairly firm friend, however he’s still highly happy to hit my hiney hard with his once-a-week whacking.” SMACKK SMACKK “….Oww….AHHH,” SMACKK SMACKK “….Oww….AHHH….I hope this helps?” There were several nods from his appreciative audience, which had changed from the last time he looked. It appeared his Lee van Cleef cloak and naughty knicks were also popular property. “Most certainly, Shagger,” said Gordon Solar, as he was released, “now it’s Gaston’s go.”
He took another two steps to bed C, where Gastroenteritis was waiting, and seated. “I’d like you in the Wheelbarrow Position please, Shagger,” he said, holding up a length of pyjama cord. Carefully, he arranged himself accordingly, with his head and shoulders on the floor. “Ohh….OHH,” he gasped as it was tied tightly over his testicles. “Now you can be my balls bulb boy, Shagger,” he said, “and I’ll squeeze you into submission.” Oo..er, yes, SIR. “UGHHH….UGHHH….” he gasped as his scrotum was squashed soundly, as an old-fashioned motorcar horn from yesteryear, “….BEEP BEEP,” he added with the sickly sort of smile which was required in such circumstances, similar to the swishees’ smirk. “AHHH….” he gasped as his gonads were grasped again, and eight fingers dug deeply into the sensitive skin between both his balls, “….AYEEEEE….EEEE….” he shouted in pure pain as each testicle was tweaked, “….I submit, SIR.” FLASHH “….thank you, Shagger,” he said, “there’s one for my private files.” Or possible publication. “Feel free to offer any interesting items to the Camera Club, chaps,” he said, “since there’s a special Shagger Section. I’m afraid you won’t be able to view anything else of it for quite a while, since as you may know, membership is restricted to the prefects.” FLASHH “….I may do so, Shagger,” said NB, “but there’s another item of information with which you could help us? What makes Fuck Me Senseless so special, and is she actually worth two dozen whacks?” SMACKK SMACKK “….Oww….AHHH,” he gasped as his scrotum was stretched whilst he was being spanked. “Yes,” he agreed, “since sex with her is scorching like the sun. The thing is, she has Conscious Cunt Contraction Control. It’s very rare, although my Missus is the same. Basically it allows the floozy to flex her pelvic muscles against a penetrating penis….” SMACKK SMACKK
“….Oww….AHHH….me balls….me balls.” There were more sniggers from his changing audience. “I can begin to understand why your dorm mates were so aggrieved at all your amorous activities, Shagger,” said Cyclops, “although we never seemed to hear anything about Andrew Rand, who’s also a Cunt Casanova.” He shrugged slightly, as well as anyone can do with his shoulders on the floor. “Randy Andy was much better at keeping beneath Rick The Prick’s radar,” he replied darkly, “whereas I was the proverbial bull in the china shop. But then he was senior fag to Raymond Lee, purveyor of Penis, who taught him the tricks of the trade.” SMACKK SMACKK “….Oww….AHHH.” Then he became aware of dorm captain standing by him.
“Like all studs, Shagger,” said NB, “we enjoy putting our penises into things we shouldn’t. I believe there was a General Studies project during Year LXXXVIII called The ATM. Did you get to try it out at all?” A reasonable question. “Yes,” he confirmed, “it was run by the bevy of beauties I was bedding….” SMACKK SMACKK “….Oww….AHHH….essentially it’s a similar system to a Glory Hole, although much lower risk than those in public places. You poke your penis through a hole in the wall….hence the name. Although the abbreviation means Alternative Torture Mechanism, Apparatus Treating Masturbation or Automatically Tormenting Males, rather than the one in banking circles….” he paused, “….would you like to try it out? As far as I know, it’s still set up in Room 108 in the Original Teaching wing, and I daresay it could be made available to you all by arrangement….after exams.” He saw several shafts straining strongly. “We’d enjoy it immensely,” said Cyclone, “since we were only in The Little Green Men when the one in the broom cupboard next to The Canteen was in operation during Year LXXXVII. We didn’t realize what it was all about until it was too late….and then the next thing it was Samantha Terrier and Katherine New getting The Big One as a result….” he pursed his lips, “….I suppose you’ve bonked them both?” He nodded….SMACKK SMACKK “….Oww….AHHH….Cane You only a couple of times, but Sexy Sammy serially so….” SMACKK SMACKK “….Oww….AHHH….always assuming I pass my A-Levels, I hope to join The Terror Twins at the University of Lancashire. It’ll be with Relay too, since they’re also in a ménage-à-trois with him…. SMACKK SMACKK “….Oww….AHHH….ohh,” he added as he was released, and slowly slipped forward onto the floor
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Then he was hauled to his feet. “I and the Simons have decided to deal with you together, Shagger,” said Gormless, “since we feel very aggrieved by a particular prefect at present, so we’d like you to be his whipping boy….” fair enough, “….he was the evening Curfew Monitor yesterday evening, after all three of us had been various victims. He gave us three whacks for being Out Of Dorm after curfew, plus the further flogging for Being Bothered By Beating, before sending us out for our clothes. Then it was the same again for being Undressed, but because business had been so brisk….” or the standard of service too slow, “….it was now after ten o’clock. So the scheming sod added another three for being Out Of Bed after Lights Out. Half an hour later, he visited our dorm on his rounds, and caned us all comprehensively on a completely spurious charge of Dorm Disorder. He admitted it was utterly unfair, but he’d had tackled a tough A-Level paper in the afternoon….and anyway, we couldn’t do anything about it. He even drew disparaging attention to our errant erections….worth the usual whacks, and how his own fully formed fancy was eight inches of erotic enjoyment. I think for two shakes of a shaft….so to speak, he was almost about to show it to us.” Oops….since he could guess the culprit. “Ahhh….Ahhh,” he gasped as he was frog-marched into the centre of the dorm, pulled by the pyjama cord on the balls. They held him hard, with one each on each side. “Ohh,” he gasped as his legs were spread. “I shall stretch your scrotum,” he continued, “with some suitable spanking.” FLASHH “….AHHH….AHHH,” he gasped…. SMACKK SMACKK “….Oww….AHHH….” SMACKK SMACKK “….Oww….AHHH,” he repeated. “Next, it’s time to take the testicle twist,” he said, “with the rotation of your reproductive retort, as Stinks said.” This was looking bad….FLASHH “….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH,” he gasped as it was turned through two right angles. “Now you take terrible testicle twist,” he said with a slight smile. “AYEEEEE….HEEE….ME BALLS,” he shrieked. After an eternity, they were let loose.
Then Gormless and Simon Cox changed places. “It’ll be the knee in the knackers from me,” said Cyclops, as the cord was removed, “nice and easy….except Cyclone will be wanting to apply a quick kick in the crotch….” oh, dear….WHUMPH….FLASHH “….URGHHH,” he moaned as he fell forward, whilst his world wavered. He was hauled upright, whilst they changed places again. At least they’d been barefoot, since striking his scrotum with a shoe would REALLY be painful….WHUMPP….FLASHH “….URGHHH….” he moaned as they released his arms, “….HOOO….HOOO,” he whooped, writhing around on the floor in absolute agony. Finally, he struggled back up to a sitting position. “I….huhh….assume we’re speaking of….huhh….Iron Will?” he asked, “my so-called dorm mate in 6W….huhh….who refused to shake my hand on my Autumn Arrival Afternoon.” Cyclops nodded. “The same,” he confirmed, “the big bastard. I’d dearly love to get his gonads, so thank you for standing in for him….so to speak.” He smiled sweetly, “I happen to know….huhh….he’ll be rusticated when A-Levels are over….huhh….” there was six gasps of incredulity, “….essentially it’s one of the pitfalls of a Glory Hole….huhh….you never know for sure who or what’s behind the wall….huhh….he fucked all The Magnificent Seven in turn in The ATM….huhh….though they’d told him the twat was a Fisherman’s Friend….huhh….alas he didn’t receive a suitable Sex Thrashing….huhh….and you know how seriously St Sticks regards such sin….huhh….” he paused for breath and massaged his man meat, “….he’s always had a problem with presentation of his penis….huhh….and was always one to wave his willy wildly in the changing rooms….huhh….apparently with an intention to impress pussy with his prowess….huhh….it never worked and always made him seem silly….” he took another deep breath, “….but there’s more to being a successful exposer or exhibitionist than an eight inch errant erection….” there were six neat nods, “….I’ll advise you beforehand, and ensure he has a Victim night here….without the option. Then the Boot Boys can vent their displeasure….” he winked once, “….when you’ve worked through all your annoyances with some good gonads grinding….” and free kicks to the crotch, “….perhaps you can pass on some of your obvious expertise? Subliminally, I strongly suspect he seeks to strut his stuff.”
Six faces registered radiant happiness. “Thanks, Shagger,” said NB, “I think in the circumstances we should show some appreciation for all your efforts. I noted Panty Pervert Pete didn’t bring a cane, so I suggest some sound smacks with a stout slipper?” He nodded and stood slowly, as the dorm captain selected a suitable specimen from his wardrobe. “Bend over, bad boys,” he said, “six pert posteriors, all Asking for punishment….” literally so, “….we’ll use the Rapid Responses….” which were rather rare, “…..there’s no need to affirm any appreciation, count or conclude with contrition. It’ll be a single smack on both buttocks. You can Rise Without Permission, wiggle your waists if you wish, or venture Vulgarities without additional agonies….” he paused, “….would you like me to take some pretty posed pictures for posterity?” The dorm captain handed over his camera, and they all lined up. Interestingly, they’d done so in bed order without being asked….FLASHH.
Then his slipper hit each hiney hard….SMACKK SMACKK “….Oww,” gasped NB, jumping up slightly….SMACKK SMACKK “….Oww,” gasped Gorgonzola….SMACKK SMACKK “….Oww,” gasped Gastroenteritis, with a wiggle….SMACKK SMACKK “….Oww,” gasped Gormless….SMACKK SMACKK “….Oww….sod, it stings,” gasped Cyclone….SMACKK SMACKK “….Oww,” gasped Cyclops….FLASHH “….this one’s with your posteriors punished. If you’ll all care to arise, I’ll take some shots of everyone’s straining shaft….” they all stood….FLASHH “….and now in The Position For Pain, as you saw Panty Pervert Pete. Its primary purpose is taking taps with the tawse to the testicles at Tanningtown Templar, but it also enables a pulsing penis to be presented properly. As I said earlier, it’s with personality, poise and panache,” they duly did so….FLASHH “….excellent, and now here’s two tips, for sourcing some spunk when someone’s at the screaming stage and on the edge of orgasm….either yourselves, or a victim. I’ll sort out Sir, and after I’ve gone, you can take each other’s tools in turn. I’m afraid neither are necessarily recommended, as there’s a real risk they’ll set off the Wankometer….” such was life, “….as you’re doubtless aware, Dominant dolts do fancy fun fellatio from the fellas….since it shows some Superiority. It’s as on Autumn Arrival Afternoon, when homage is paid to the dorm captain with a Lick-And-A-Promise….” he paused, “….I know it’s done for the pupils In The Pink, but alas I was never one of The Boys In Blue.” There were several smiles. “It’s the same system, Shagger,” said NB. “The downside is it’ll ruin the orgasm,” he continued, “yet still leave you in frightful frustration. It’s what might happen if you take a trip to dorm 6M next term, and the six milkers do their stuff….or rather, yours. However, an available alternative is to have a handy horrid hairbrush. Then you can dig it deep into the primary pleasure centre of the penis for a conventional cum. But first, we’ll see whether I can stretch and squeeze some semen from Sir before I finish him off.” He knelt down, and took hold of the testicles. “AHHH….AHHH….” gasped the dorm captain as he pulled firmly, and soon there were several spots seeping slowly, “….AHHH….I’m so close to cumming.” He was shivering. “Which would you prefer?” he asked, “a light lick along the length….or the bristles. Alas for the latter you need to be a penile pain slut….like me.”
He waited patiently. “I’d like the lick, Shagger,” he said, so he leaned forward, and tongued the tool. “UHHH,” moaned the dorm captain, “OMG….I’m cumming….UHHH….YESS.” They all watched whilst successive spurts shot out of the straining shaft, and fell onto the wooden floor. “I daresay it DOES defeat the Wankometer, Shagger,” he said sadly, “as you say, I’m not at all satisfied, despite spunking so strongly. But tomorrow, we’ll start on your suggestions….” at least they were open to learning, “….which certainly seem sensible, and far better than simply sitting seething in dorm….” as was the case in dorm 6W….last year and this, “….about how awful it all is….” slowly and painfully, David stood, “….once again, our thanks for all your information and assistance. On behalf of Gormless and the two Simons, I tender our abject apologies by getting a bit carried away, and for taking it in such good part.” He offered his hand, and they shook. “I’ll sign everyone’s sheets….” he said, looking at the clock, which read 9.09pm, “….and then I must away, since Bren will be waiting.” The dorm captain produced it from his blue jacket pocket, and handed it over, plus pen. Carefully, he signed his name in the next available space….David Shagton.
“Could we also be firm friends, Shagger?” he asked. “Surely,” he replied as they grasped each other’s gonads gainfully. “One, “….AHH, “….Two, “….AHH, “….Three, “….AHH, “….Four, “….AHH, “….Five, “….AHH, “….Six, “….AHH, “….Seven….” ….AHH,” he gasped, as his newfound friend counted. Now it was his turn to say the rhyme, “….No, “….AHH, “….Bad, “….AHH, “….Boys, “….AHH, “….Will, “….AHH, “….Go, “….AHH, “….To, “….AHH, “….Heaven,” ….AHH….who’s next?”
It was several minutes later before the sixth sheet and shakes were done and dusted. “Goodnight, firm friends,” he said, as he put on his cloak. “Goodnight, Sir,” a chorus replied as he padded slowly and slightly unsteadily towards the dorm door. “All right, chaps,” he heard the dorm captain saying quietly, “since Shagger’s spunked me, I’ll do the same for someone else. We continue until we’re all emptied….one way or another, and then it’s bedtime. Tomorrow, I’ll try to track down Arse Over, so we can get ourselves started on pussy pleasing, and afterwards….” the dorm door closed behind him, and he padded out into the corridor. He turned the corner, checked the second quadrant was clear, and opened the broom cupboard with his Yale key. Oops….since he could hear villains’ voices from behind him. Quickly, he stepped inside, and it swung shut silently. “Sod it, Simon,” he could hear NB saying, “Shagger’s vanished into thin air.” There was a short pause, whilst the bulkhead lights illuminated. “Unless he’s gone into another dorm,” replied Cyclops, “he wasn’t kidding when he said Cunt Casanovas can flit around unseen. But it’s such a shame, since I’d have appreciated the loan of those naughty knicks.” They’d just have to manage meantime. He padded to the back of the cupboard, and started down the secret spiral staircase. At the base, he emerged and left the building using the same door by which he’d entered earlier. Then he padded across the grass until he reached the Staff Study wing. He stepped straight inside the entrance hall, and started up the otherwise empty echoing stone steps. Inevitably, he could hear the sounds of swishing, from distant derrière discipline. Almost certainly at this hour, it was some stud’s Caning For Cunt. Very soon, he reached the Level 2 landing, with a decision made. He continued into the gloomy corridor, and stopped outside the first Flat.
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