MedicalBoy1984
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When some English parents discover their, privately educated, 16 year son, has been experimenting with homosexuality they hope to “cure him” by sending him to Saint Ashley’s –a former girls school which (that coming term) would open its doors to boys, for the very first time in its 200 year history. Jack has a good time there, until his abduction by one of the richer girls parents. Little could Jack’s parents (or indeed anyone else) imagine what thing, would ultimately become of their son…
Note: This first chapter contains no bdsm activities as such, only extreme humiliation, character development, and a totally plausible, yet extremely cruel, story. Stay tuned for insanely, non-consensual kink, in other chapters.
Dudes: This story is fiction, and despite attending an all-boys school, I am not personally gay!
Part 1: How it Happened: Homophobia Alive & Well at School…
Jack had fancied William for a long time. Jack was short at 5 foot 2, blond, and generally very sweet looking. William was 17, a ruby player, powerful, bearded, and 6 foot tall there was quite a contrast between them. It was William who had started the staring first, and at breakfast he had recently eaten a sausage rather provocatively. But it was so difficult, to be sure if he actually felt the same way. You see at an all-boys school like Milford Abbey there are several worse things you can be…
A grass = Nobody is friends with you.
A thief = Everybody hates you, and blames you forever onwards.
And a homosexual = There are no words to describe how bad.
Homosexuality was like expulsion, but far more agonising –rather like death but in slow motion. The last boy who had been discovered to be gay (Tom) had endured a whole two terms bullying, until during the Summer holidays he tried to kill himself.
But his caring parents quickly withdrew him from the school, and that was the last anyone heard of him. To be honest Jack (in an effort to hide his own insecurity) had taken part in the intense bullying –he still privately felt guilty about drawing a man’s ass & penis, photocopying them, and sending them through Tom’s door almost daily. But this was the price of survival –far better to take part in bullying, than to be suspected of being gay yourself (something others had previously teased Jack about).
June 6th 2012.
It was 1 am, and Jack was in Williams’s room (being a year older, William wasn’t in a dormitory but actually enjoyed a whole room to himself). They had come clean about each other’s desires a week earlier; so that night they had: Jammed the door with a chair, dimmed the light desk night with some boxer shorts (to prevent light escaping through the windows and thereby arousing detection) and drunk a few beers as they worked on the intriguing subject of “what would you most like to do?” After much erotic conversation, they settled on the idea of an oily massage –something Jack had long fantasied, about receiving from the hunky guy of William.
They had been doing this about half an hour, and Jack was enjoying playing with William’s (now also oily) willy. He kissed it, and William made a sigh…
From the corridor immediately outside William’s room there were footsteps. Probably nothing –some guy going to the toilet, perhaps.
Then without warning, there was a very loud thud on the door, followed one second later by another determined push.
“Come on open this door!!!” Oh shit, it was the sound of William’s house master –Mr Edward’s!!
The chair was moving, and Jack leapt for it -to keep it there, but alas he was several seconds too late. Two seconds later, a shadowy hand emerged from behind the door, and switched the lights on.
There before Jack and William was Mr and Mrs Edward’s! Husband & wife, deeply religious, and very, very strict. And before them were two completely naked students, with the oil on Jack’s blond, body glistening in the light, it was self-evident they had been engaging in deeply “unnatural acts”. But there were still several seconds of silence, as (despite working at the school for over ten tears) neither Mr or Mrs Edwards had ever actually, caught two boys in the act. Other housemasters & mistresses had of course, but the Edward’s had only heard them recounting experiences, in the Staff Room.
Mr Edwards broke the silence…
“Well it’s clear what’s been going on here then”.
Then shouting so incredibly loudly, that anybody sleeping in their room, on this corridor; or indeed on the one below, or above, would quickly be awakened by it; he said…
Good news! No lesson’s for either of you two FAGGOTS tomorrow!” Why have you done this William? I thought you called yourself a CHRISTIAN? How long have you been privately worshipping the wills of Satin?
William: “I haven’t been, and this is not unnatural to us. There’s nothing the Bible says about it, because we love each other naturally, and once more, with all our hearts.”
Mr Edwards (shocked by the clarity, and defiance, of such a “subversive” religious argument) stepped forward, delivering a furious face so close to William’s, that William wondered if he was about to receive a blow from all Edwards might.
Truth is: Edwards wanted to, yet maintained enough self-discipline, to realise it would be the end of his job, if he did. That and it was pretty obvious who would win such a (physical) fight!
Mr Edwards: “You filthy, disgusting piece of shit!!! That’s all I have to say to you for now.” “Jack go and take a Cold shower, to get THIS DISGUSTING OIL OFF YOUR BODY!!!”
Jack: “Yes Sir”
But William (feeling bravely protective) replied: “But Sir: Schools rules say you can no longer punish students, with cold showers, anymore”.
Mr Edwards: “Go And Take A COLD SHOWER, Or I’ll Be Giving You So Much Work, You Won’t be FUCKING EACH OTHER till after Next Fucking Christmas!!!”
Mrs Edwards: “That’s if God doesn’t punish you first, by giving you two Aids.”
Mr Edwards: “Quite right”.
Jack left the room, only to see there were several of his “friends” with doors open wide enough, to hear everything. Someone –sounding rather like the Head of House, shouted “faggot!”. Tears filled Jack’s sweet little face. True enough, he was finished. Time to find a new school. He wondered what the local school, his parents had always threatened him with, would be like?
Next Morning…
Jack woke early to start his punishment: Cleaning. Mr Edwards had said there was no punishment more appropriate for a woman (or indeed faggot) to do.
Breakfast had been even worse. It started of ok, with Jack eating late with several friends as usual. Then someone called Henry, came down, and broke the rumour. Everybody immediately left Jack’s table.
Minutes later (just before Jack stopped eating breakfast) an open yogurt pot was tossed into the air. Landing on Jack’s trousers, Henry cruelly taunted, “Oh dear: It looks like you’ve been masturbating about us Jack” –much to everyone’s laughter -and far crueller comments.
Milford Abbey only had assemblies on Monday’s. On every other day, they had Chapel. So with it being a Wednesday (and given the previous night’s, events) it was shocking, yet unsurprising Jack & William were instructed to sit isolated on 2 chairs, several meters either side of Chaplin’s stand (chairs directly facing the rest of the school).
The Chaplin naturally lectured, about how the Bible says “though shall not do what is unnatural with another man” whilst numerous crude, gestures from virtually every student flickered from the pews opposite Jack & William. A verbal silence had been maintained, purely as the product of strict school regulations.
Although homosexuality was very much the theme for the next 15 minutes, nothing was said about Jack & William directly. The school staff had in their religious righteousness, correctly calculated it was even crueller to allow the schools rumours to develop, a life, of their own.
The next appointment was to see the Head Master (Mr Green). Jack waited outside as the headmaster shouted his head of, at William, even reducing him to tears at one point whilst he explained: “I would dearly like to expel you, but regulations long since passed by the school governors, prevent me from doing so. Nevertheless I personally promise to act against that pervasive liberalism (so common in today’s media) by making your remaining days here, hell. You may as well do something else that will get expelled. Try heroine or something. I don’t care. Or else I will find something else, to accuse you of”.
With that William was ejected from the room.
Seeing Jack immediately outside, he said: “I’m going to break all that fucking Head Prick’s windows!”
Jack: “No don’t! He will use the police, and then it will affect you getting into a new school.”
William: “My local state school will apparently take anybody!”
Jack: “What about your job?”
William: “My parents own all of State Corporation, they have the contacts & vacancies to land me work –whenever I might feel like it.”
Jack: “Don’t they care about last night?”
William: “Well I spoke to my mother this morning. She actually seems quite cool with it. My father… well that’s another story, although he apparently had bi experiences when he was at school. Besides you nearly forgot my families Trust Fund”
Jack: “Good point! Break the bastard’s windows then!”
William: “See you in prison, my sexy, little lover!”
Jack smiled until he heard someone in the corridor remark of William: “Oh no! Now there’s the Aids virus in our corridor” –amongst others sniggering.
Fortunately he couldn’t see those making the comments, as despite being 5.4 foot tall, he would have punched them right there & then. Besides he didn’t have to see, he recognised Henry’s voice. He wondered why Henry had done the yogurt, whether Henry was gay?
The headmaster’s door opened…
Mr Green: I hope you two weren’t kissing, whilst I had my back turned just then?
Jack: No of course not.
Mr Green: “Come inside them. You first -I’d much prefer to keep my own back, towards the wall.”
Jack entered and stood by the headmaster’s desk.
Mr Green: “I’m not going to shout at you. Shouting is reserved for those I’d like to remove from this school but can’t -like William. Instead I’ve already had some good news…
I telephoned your parents this morning, and they agreed with me, it was in the interests of your own safety, if you were immediately withdrawn from this school.”
Jack: “When they coming”
Mr Green: “You’re mother should be about half an hour. Your father is too disgusted to collect you apparently. If I were you, I would get packing”
Jack: “Why did you have to do this? Why couldn’t you keep everything private? Why does your school have to be so homophobic, you do know I will probably kill myself, and I will be glad, because the only thing that’s truly disgusting about homosexuality at this all boys school, is how backward this place is.”
A wave of white shock, swept across Mr Green’s face. He couldn’t really give a shit about the welfare of Jack –especially now he was just another former, problem student –so be it a till now well-behaved and academically promising one.
But what did alarm Mr Green was the thought Jack was serious. Mr Green remembered all too well the unwanted media attention the attempted suicide of that other former, homosexual student, Tom had created, and that was just an attempted suicide. If one to has happen it could result in legal litigation, or the very least some difficult questions to The Board of Governors –a few of them homosexual former students, now wealthy, all grown up, and very determined to change his school’s homophobic culture.
Mr Green took a look at Jack’s face, and realised the boy was serious. Lost for words, he decided to answer Jacks Question…
“It’s because one of the biggest insecurities some, but not all parents have, about sending their son to an all-boys school, is that their son might engage in homosexual activity.
Usually this fear is unfounded, but in your case, it evidently was not.
Now whilst most parents aren’t going to blame us about homosexuality, or be too bothered about it, a good 40% of them are, and a few of those are very influential –that cricket Pavilion you see, was for instance, a gift from Henry Richards parents construction company. Then there is the pool roof, admittedly that was funded by a collection of parents, but the people who send their sons to school here are very influential, and few of them are to be crossed.”
Jack: “But you can’t make people, not be gay! There’s lots of it”.
Mr Green: “So far I have stopped people being gay. Maybe a few, or even a many, do engage in frequent homosexuality? In which case the best situation for any headmaster is one of “out of sight, out of mind”. And the best way of going about that is a policy of fear –fear we create by making examples of unfortunate individuals like you”
Jack: “So you personally don’t hate me for being gay then?”
Mr Green: “Hate you? Good Lord no! I just need (in fact must) make an example out of you. Let me tell you a secret, that I will say just once: I might head a Church school, but I am actually an atheist. For me it’s all about career preservation, both for me and the school I head. I am deeply sorry about what happened to you Jack, and I am sorry about the comment I made earlier –I was still heated after talking to William. And I will be gentle towards him the moment I know he’s leaving this school.
I will also try talking some sense to your parents –who should never have sent you to this school.
Now are you going to give me any names?”
Jack: “No way! –Sir.”
Mr Green: “Thought not! Now go and pack your belongings, I’m sending the other House Mistress, Jennifer Robert’s to assist you, as your own, are… how shall we say… not very sympathetic”.
Jack: “Thanks very much Sir”.
And off he went.
< Message edited by MedicalBoy1984 -- 6/3/2012 4:01:26 PM >
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