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Hi mate; I have a story to tell which might interest you. I haven't told
many people about it 'cause some would laugh or say it was 'disgusting'. I
don't think it funny or disgusting; all I know is that the thought teenmodel florence of what
happened during a detention class makes me want to wank my secondary
schoolboy prick. I wonder if it will have the same effect on you?
The secondary school I attend is in Preston; Preston in Lancashire that is,
none of your 'Preston in Dorset' crap. It hasn't been open for that
long. One of the government's showcases, you know the guff. In fact it's
one of the roughest in the area with most of the kids being drawn from the
large council estates which surround it. It's a mixed school; with more
boys than girls. Well, I say there are more boys than girls, but then I
don't take much notice of girls anyway. Even though I am only 16 I know
what I want; I know I'm gay.
When I was in the fourth year, around 15, I became very friendly with one
of the prefects. His name was Steven and he was in the sixth form. I
suppose he was about 17, 5' 8" or so tall, slim with dark brown hair,
muscular arms and a clear complexion. There portal model child were certainly no signs of
adolescent spots blueteen models
on his face, but there were the beginnings of a hairline
moustache on his top lip. One thing I am certain about is that he was very
good looking.
As I said, it's a rough school and Steve comes from a rough family. He has
three brothers, two of which are older, and a younger sister. One of his
brothers, Alec, had left school the year before. I think Steve ended up
with his old handed down clothes as I can't ever remember seein' him in a
new looking pair of trousers. Don't get me wrong, Steve always looked
smart; at least I thought so. It's just that, when you looked at him, you
got that feeling that his uniform ptolemaic model constillations had 'done the rounds'. His trousers,
especially, seemed the worse for wear. They were very close fitting; shiny
and worn around his teenage bum teen models 15yo and slightly short. In fact it was the
sight of him in his 'old' uniform which used to get me going. I loved the
way the smooth, worn, jet black material stretched tightly over his arse. I
loved to see him stretching it even tighter over teen catwalk models his prominent bulge in the
front as he stood, as he often would, with his hands in his pockets. God I
wish he hadn't moved away.
Are you under the impression that a prefect is there to uphold the school
rules; to report any misdemeanours to the teachers? Normally this would be
so, but not in Steve's case. With his background I often wondered how he
got the job in the first place. I now know how he managed it, but that's
another story.
The school has a large number of unruly nn top models
pupils. There is never a shortage
of candidates for the good old detention class. These classes are held
every Tuesday and Thursday at about 4:10. The average attendance is about
eight made up of mainly boys, although girls are no angels beautiful models toplist and are
sometimes present.
Normally detention is held in the geography room. This room is used to show
films during 'Humanities', you know the sort of thing, 'The diary of new model army Anne
Frank' and the 'Loneliness of the long distance runner'. The doors and
windows have blinds on them, so that the room can be blacked out. The
length of the detention varied from 30 to about 90 minutes, depending on
the 'seriousness' of your crime.
Unfortunately, during my 'unruly' period, I did have to attend several such
detentions. I would spend many an hour writing lines such as 'I will not
launch round missiles at the staff room windows', or 'I should not permit
the use of my calculator by other pupils during mental arithmetic
tests'. Most of the classes were closely supervised by a senior teacher but
there were a few occasions when a 'responsible' pupil would be left in
charge, i.e. a prefect.
Apart from the writing of lines, for the more serious offences, corporal
punishment can also be administered during detention. This takes the form
of strokes across the hand with a cane, or across the arse of your trousers
with cane or gym shoe. The girls usually got it across the hand.
After I had been to about three such classes (I did say it was my unruly
period) I became aware that Steve was in each. I thought it strange that a
prefect was being sent to detention so often, after all, prefects aren't
supposed to get into trouble. Steve seemed to be cock tease models an exception to this
rule. bolo ties modeled
It was through being sent to detention that my friendship with Steve
developed and it was this friendship that lead him to telling me about many
of his exploits.Anyway, now that I have outlined things a bit for you video childmodel I will tell you about
what happened during one such detention class:
It happened in January and I had been sent to detention for using my
calculator during some test or other. As I approached the door of the
geography room I noticed it was propped open. I peered inside and saw old
Brundelthwaite talking to Steve. They took no notice of me as I walked in
and sat near the front of the classroom from where I could hear what was
being said. "And don't stand for any crap from Brown. Just keep them hard
at it and for God's sake keep the noise down." Brundelthwaite quickly
picked up his old worn out brief case and scurried out of the door. He
looked very flustered as he glanced at me. I wondered what was going on.
Slowly, the others sentenced to stay behind, arrived. As they filed in and
sat down, their faces long, Steve came over to where I was sitting. "Guess
what," he said with a broad grin on his face. "What?" I replied
uninterestedly. "I'm in charge." I looked him in the eye. "What do you
mean, 'I'm in charge', where's old misery gone?" Steve gave me a wink. "I
mean exactly that. Old Brundelthwaite has pissed off to a staff meetin' an'
left me to deal with you lot." He moved closer to my face. "So you'd better
watch it." He laughed and returned to the front of the class.
As the last of the 'detainees' arrived, Steve closed the door. "Right you
lot; I don't teen catwalk models
want no messin'. I'm in charge tonight so just get your heads
down an' get on with whatever it is you have to do. No talkin'." I sat
there mesmerised by him. As he spoke I was mentally lowering his tight
school trousers; caressing every part that lay beneath with my mind. He
then took up his commanding position by sitting in the teacher's chair,
legs apart, displaying his beautiful bulging crotch beneath the table.
Steve was a member of one of the roughest gangs in the school and never
hesitated to use the power of the gang to get what he wanted. After about
five minutes I looked up from my piece of paper upon which I was busy
writing 'I must not use electronic equipment to aid my academic advancement
without permission'. Looking around I noticed that all present were boys;
not only that, they were all member's of Steve's gang. All, that is, apart
from two; another boy and myself.
The boy was, I knew from experience, called Iain Brown. He was one of the
biggest bullies of the fourth year; I know because he often tried to
extract money from me. Iain had also had numerous scrapes with the
police. He didn't live far from me and I would often see a police car
parked outside his house. In spite of being very wary of this boy, I could
not help feeling a certain attraction to him. It was a lustful
attraction. It was probably due to the fact that he, like Steve, wore
overly tight, slightly worn, black trousers. They fitted him well,
extremely well.
Iain was also a member of a gang but obviously cgi little models not Steve's. Everything was
quiet as the lads got on with what they were doing, just as it should
be. Surprisingly, no one was taking advantage of the situation. Steve stood
up and sauntered over to me. "Come with me," he whispered. I stood up and
followed him to the back of the room and into a store cupboard. He closed
the door behind us.
Switching on the light he said, excitedly, "Listen, we've set this up to
teach that Brown kid a lesson." I was puzzled. "What do you mean? 'We've
set this up' set WHAT up?" Steve became agitated. "Old Brundelthwaite
pissing off to some meetin' an' me bein' in charge an' all. There's no
fuckin' meetin'. I made a deal with 'I'm." I was even more confused. "A
deal with Brundelthwaite? What sort of a deal could you do nude exhibition models
with him?" He
had a grin on his face. "Never mind that now, I'll tell you about it
sometime but it's a deal he found too difficult to resist. Have you noticed
that all the lads out there, apart from Brown, are in my gang?" His voice
was quivering now and small beads lil girlie models of perspiration appeared on his top lip
from beneath his hairline moustache. I couldn't work out why he was so
excited; I had never seen him like it before. "Yes, I noticed just before
you came over to me." "Well it's no coincidence mate. I arranged for them
to be here. We're gonna teach that little bully a lesson. I thought you
would like to see what happens as I know he has been on to you for
money. Believe me, he won't pester you again, not after tonight. When you
go back, daphne child model move to the back of the class and super babes models just watch what happens. But
keep your fuckin' mouth shut, okay." He opened the door and we returned to
the classroom. I picked up my paper, pen, etc. and went to sit at the back
of the class from where I could see everyone else.
Apart from Steve and myself there were six other lads in the room along
with Brown. preeteen swimwear models Steve was now standing in front of the teacher's desk. "Stop
that awful noise Brown," he bellowed aggressively. Iain looked up from his
book, a bemused look on his face. "I'm not makin' any fuckin' noise," he
answered in his gruff voice. Steve swelled to his full height. "Don't
fuckin' argue with me kid! When I say something, you fuckin' well do
it. I'm in charge here an' don't you forget it." Iain started to write
again but I could hear him mumbling "Fuckin' twat." Steve rushed over to
him and grabbed his tie, yanking him roughly to his feet. "Get out the
front you fuckin' little bastard; I'm gonna teach you a lesson. You're not
talkin' to a first year now."
By this time all the other lads had stopped what they were doing and all
eyes were on Steve. Although Iain was a big lad for his age, in more ways
than one, he was no match for Steve. Being older, Steve easily overpowered
the 15 year old; he seemed to be able to manipulate him juniper model huntfield easily.
Once Steve had Iain out the front, in full view of everyone, he started
shouting at him. "You little wanker! You an' your nn top models
stupid mates think you
are so fuckin' tough don't you?" he sneered. "Picking on the younger
lads. Well you've met your match in me kid." Iain, looking quite shaken
replied, "I aint done anything to you. Why are you pickin' on me?" Steve,
still holding Brown's tie and pulling him towards him replied, "You know a
kid called Kenny?" Brown thought for a second. "Yeah, what about it?" "I'll
tell you what about it kid. Kenny's my little brother, see. He's been
tellin' me what you did to him the other night an' I don't like it. I'm
gonna put you on the right track."
As though through some pre-arranged signal, two of the lads got up. One
went to the door in order to 'keep watch' out of the small glass window and
the other went quickly around the room closing all the blinds. Being
January, the lights in the room were already on. I was amazed at how little
resistance Brown offered. Apart from the odd mumble now and again he stood
quietly, in front of the teacher's desk. He must have felt very intimidated
by Steve, the thought of which sent a strange tingle to my crotch.
"Take your blazer beach sex supermodel
off," barked Steve. Iain meekly removed his blazer to
reveal his white shirt beneath. It had become latina teen model untucked from the waist of
his trousers as Steve had, quite forcefully, dragged him to the front of
the class. It was at this point that I realised just how good looking Iain
was. Perhaps the situation he found himself in added to his
attractiveness. A situation over which he had, or appeared to have, no
control. "It's punishment time kid. Bend over that desk." Iain didn't move,
he still had a bit of defiance left in him. Steve grabbed the back of his
neck and forced him to bend over the teacher's desk. "Put your hands on the
edge an' spread your legs apart you little shit," said Steve,
menacingly. This time Iain obeyed without question.
The sight of such a 'tough' lad bent over the teacher's desk in that manner
excited me. I suddenly felt a rush of blood to a certain part of my anatomy
which began to grow and stiffen, straining against the confines of the
smooth black material of my secondary school trousers.The other lads then stood up and walked toward the front of the
class. Steve opened the nn top models teacher's drawer and took out a long pliant
cane. "How many lads?" he said with a grin. "Give 'im enough to make your
arm ache Steve," shouted another good looking gang member as they all
cheered. "Okay lads, here goes. But keep the fuckin' noise down." With that
Iain was pinned to the table. His legs were held firmly by two well asian model calendar built
16 year olds whilst two others held his arms.
Steve stood well back and took aim. He paused. "We'd better take
precautions lads, don't you think? We don't want the little wanker shoutin'
out now do we? Let's gag him." The thought of Brown not only being helpless
before the lads, but unable to speak as well, made my schoolboy prick throb
all the more. Quickly, a boy shoved a hand into brown's trouser pocket and
removed a handkerchief. "This'll do," he shouted. It was rammed it into
Brown's mouth and secured with Brown's own tie which was roughly lil girlie models removed
from around his neck. Brown wouldn't be making any noise!
Slowly, and with obvious bikini modell foto pleasure, Steve began to run the tip of the cane
over the back of Brown's trousers. Up and down the smooth material he
stroked. Up and down his beautiful teenage channel, prodding the back of
his balls between his legs. Then he swiftly brought back the cane and
slammed it, with as much force as he could muster, against the tight little
trouser covered bum cheeks. I lost count of exactly how many strokes Steve
gave him; I was too excited. I was so excited that I just couldn't resist
the temptation to squeeze my now rock hard prick as it pressed against the
smooth material of my trousers. Suddenly, the lads released Brown. I was
disappointed that his punishment appeared to be over so soon. It
wasn't. One of the lads went up behind him as he stood up and grabbed his
arm, forcing it right up his back. He then placed him in an arm lock with
Brown's head held firmly against him. Brown began to struggle but he latina teen model could
not break free. All the other lads then came up to him and started to spit
in his face whilst calling him a 'wanker'.
Then, much to my approval, one of the lads shouted, "Let's check his bum
for cane marks." I squeezed my prick even harder at the thought. "Yeah;
come on let's get his fuckin' trousers down," agreed another lad. They
didn't need any more encouragement. Iain was stood upright and his white
belt soon gave way under the frenzied attack of so many teenage
fingers. The top catch on his trousers offered no obstacle to their
assault, obligingly releasing itself with little help. Ian's zip fly proved
just as helpful as it preeteen swimwear models
slid open with ease. One quick tug and the now
loosened trousers soon fell to Iain's ankles revealing a small pair of
light blue cotton underpants.
The lads let out hoots of laughter. "Well would you believe it?" said
Steve. He called over to me. "Can you see this from back there?" He lifted
the bottom of Iain's shirt which was slightly obscuring his crotch. I could
just make out that the front of his pants were wet. "Has he fuckin' pissed
himself then?" I asked. The lads gripped Brown even firmer now as Steve
placed a finger in the tight elastic waistband of Brown's pants. Pulling it
outward he looked inside. The others then looked. They were nearly pissing
themselves laughing. I could see Iain's face getting really red. "Ere, come
an' have a look mate. Come an' have a look at what this big bully boy has
done."
I got up and started to walk towards Steve, trying to hide the excitement
in my trousers. When I reached the front Steve again pulled the waistband
forward. I nearly came in my trousers at the sight which greeted me. There
was Iain's teenage cock lying within, semi hard. His foreskin was pulled
back over his knob. Steve continued to ridicule Brown. "You dirty little
twat. You're here to be punished. You're not supposed to be 'enjoying'
yourself." Brown's pants were not wet with schoolboy piss, oh no. The
inside was covered in thick white fluid. I watched, mesmerised, as his now
quickly softening cock retreated back within its foreskin. Steve had
literally whacked the spunk out of him! "What do you think of the big tough
bully now?" Steve asked me. I laughed. "Fuckin' wanker," I replied with
force. Steve let the waistband slap back against Brown's belly and quickly
grabbed the bulge within. He squeezed it hard and rubbed the sticky fluid
all over his ever diminishing cock and bollocks.
They quickly turned him around and pulled the back of cgi little models
his pants down to
reveal his bare arse. What a sight! Two beautifully solid teenage cheeks
now striped with red and blue. "Fuck, Steve. You really whacked him hard,"
I said. "Too true mate. He won't forget this in a hurry." The lads started
to run their hands all over his flaming cheeks. I was a little hesitant but
the temptation was too much and I soon felt the heat from the thick red
marks as I too ran my fingers over his hairless bum. I will never forget
that moment.
"Quick," shouted the lookout as he came running thai show model back from the
door. "Someone's coming." We all quickly returned teen models 15yo
to our seats with two
boys opening the blinds on the way. Brown, looking very flushed, wasted no
time in adjusting his uniform and removing his gag. He was still replacing
his tie when Brundelthwaite came into the room. "Everything all right here
then Ince?" I thought I saw a wink as he spoke. "Yes sir. No problems sir,"
replied Steve. "Okay you lot, you can bugger off home now then." The lads
let out a cheer and the room emptied quickly, Brown being the first out of
the door. I often fantasised after that. I wondered how Brown felt as he
walked home, along the cold streets, with all his cum around his cock and
bollocks. I wonder if he told his mum how the stains got in his pants. What
do you think?
Recounted for the entertainment of like minded adults.I hope you enjoyed reading it.Take care and always practice safe sex.
Xavier 1997
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