Eastminster - the long awaited translation

We now leave Cecily, whom we met in the first part, to her (harsh) fate and turn our attention to David.

David, like Cecily, was in Year 7. He also came from a middle-class family that couldn’t afford the tuition fees at a “regular” private school. He was actually a good student, but all his scholarship applications had been unsuccessful. The only positive response came from Eastminster. David had heard the rumours—most of them suggesting Eastminster was very traditional and had not abolished corporal punishment (which is banned in state schools in England). He had also heard the school was the only one in the kingdom to uphold the tradition of “fagging,” where younger students served as servants to older students, the “prefects,” outside of class hours.

“That builds character,” his father remarked. Very well. His goal was Oxford, and if this was the only way to get there, so be it.

At the placement test, David had scored a “B”—just a few points short of a “B+,” which would have entitled him to be treated like a paying student. So there he stood, not far from Cecily, on the stage of the assembly hall, a yellow pin fastened to his collar.

The students in the hall, aspiring prefects, were all in Year 10 or higher. They had earned the right to become prefects either through excellent academic performance or through particularly generous parental donations. Rebecca belonged to the first category. She had just transferred to Eastminster to prepare for her A-levels. She had passed the entrance exam—the same one paying students had to take—with the highest possible score and had been appointed prefect immediately. She wasn’t entirely clear what the title entailed. A hurried, whispered question to Jenny, who sat beside her, had yielded little: “You’ll figure it out,” Jenny whispered. “Pick a boy you like; the rest is easy.”

So now she surveyed the boys on the stage. She wasn’t fully aware of the meaning of the pins—they’d been explained while she was whispering to her neighbour. David caught her eye immediately. He looked genuinely nice. A boyish frame, dark features, black eyes. She resolved to choose him and hoped no one would beat her to it. Just then, Dr Hills, the headmaster, addressed the prefects:

“As you know, you will be called in order of your grade point average. Remember, only scholarship students with a red pin may be physically punished. Rebecca Ward, you have first choice!”

She had free choice! The bit about the red pin and physical punishment confused her slightly, but she didn’t let it deter her. She walked along the row of students and selected David.

David wasn’t displeased and happily followed Rebecca. In her room, unpacked moving boxes and suitcases still littered the floor.

“Can you help me unpack?” Rebecca asked the younger boy shyly.

“Sure. I’m supposed to ‘lend a hand,’ as the headmaster put it.”

“Cool. The suitcase over there has clothes that need hanging. Unfortunately, there seem to be only two hangers—that’s nowhere near enough. Can you get me about thirty, maybe from the housekeeper, and then unpack the suitcase?”

David set off, though he had no idea where to go. After a lengthy search, he found the caretaker, who directed him to the housekeeper. She was an older, somewhat plump woman who seemed straight out of a film about boarding schools.

“Rebecca, my prefect, needs more hangers. May I please have some?” David asked politely.

“Hmm, there should be enough hangers already. How many does she need?”

“She said about thirty.”

“She must be new here? At Eastminster Academy, we dress plainly in school uniform. Her civilian clothes can be stored in the basement. Maybe no one’s explained that yet. Here are two prefect uniforms—you can take your scholarship student uniform as well!”

David returned to Rebecca’s room laden with three hangers. Rebecca was in a bad mood.

“Took you forever!”

“Sorry, I couldn’t find the housekeeper right away. No hangers—they say we have to wear school uniforms here. I brought you two; one’s for me.”

“This is prehistoric! I thought uniforms were only for lower years. Well, what am I supposed to do with my stuff?”

Rebecca’s room was about twice the size of David’s (which he shared with three other boys), but still not large enough to leave suitcases and boxes lying around.

“You can store anything you don’t need in the basement.”

“Okay, not ideal, but I guess there’s no choice. Do you know where?”

“Yes. I can take it down for you.”

“Thanks, that’s nice. Let me just pull out what I need. If you want, you can change in my bathroom while I do that.”

“You have your own bathroom? Cool. I’ll do that.”

David took his hanger into the bathroom and peeled off his jeans and T-shirt. Then he pulled the new clothes from the plastic wrap: a shirt, tie, jacket with the school emblem, and very short shorts. Where had he ended up? He felt embarrassed walking back into Rebecca’s room looking like a little boy in shorts.

Rebecca was bent over a drawer, sorting her underwear. David’s eyes widened. Hastily, Rebecca shut the drawer. “Nothing for little boys! I’m almost done—the two boxes can go down now, then the suitcase, okay?”

David set off. Passing the assembly hall again, he heard loud clapping and cheering. Curious, he cracked the door open—what was he missing? On the stage, a young girl was bent over a punishment bench and being caned on her bare bottom by Dr Hills, robed in academic dress! After each stroke, the audience—students of all years—applauded. David realised he didn’t belong here and quickly retreated. In his haste, he stumbled with his boxes—the contents of one spilled across the floor.

A teacher must have heard the noise and came out of the hall.

“Thought I heard someone lurking! As a yellow-pin scholarship student, you have no business at the punishment ceremony—unless you’re on the stage yourself! But what isn’t yet can still happen. Name?”

David swallowed.

“David Green. Sorry, sir, I didn’t know what was going on in the hall.”

“You knew perfectly well—it was explained in detail at the selection ceremony!”

The teacher couldn’t know Rebecca and David had left the hall before the punishment ceremony was announced.

“I’ll note this offence in your file. It’s quite possible you’ll find yourself here again in a week! Now get out of my sight!”

David gathered Rebecca’s things and took them to the basement storage room. As he knocked on her door to return, he heard voices inside.

“Come in.”

He found Rebecca changed: she wore an elegant school uniform—a gold-trimmed blazer, blouse, long skirt. Another girl, also around sixteen, was there too, wearing a similar uniform without gold trim.

“David, this is my neighbour Jenny; she’s been at this school longer and wanted to introduce herself.”

“Hi,” Jenny said. “Cool, Rebecca, that you have a fag. Maybe I can borrow him sometime if you don’t mind.”

“Well, you’d have to ask David. I think it’s weird they still have fags here.”

“He has nothing to do with it—that’s still your decision.”

“Hmm, I don’t fully understand the customs here yet,” Rebecca admitted. “You’ll have to explain a lot.”

“Sure, happy to help! But now I need to keep unpacking—I’ve got no one to help me, and the ceremony took longer than usual. No time, so. See you later!”

Jenny left for her room, and Rebecca looked at David questioningly. “What did she mean by ‘ceremony’? Do you know anything about it?”

David shrugged. “Something was going on in the hall. Clapping and stuff. I think students were being punished. You must’ve missed it.”

“Hmm. But I wouldn’t want to see that anyway,” Rebecca said. “I think I don’t need you for now. Besides, you’ll need to unpack too. Good luck at the new school! We could both use it, right?”

David returned to his room. It was in a school annex called “Scholarship House B,” about five square metres—bunk beds on each side, four narrow lockers. The room was empty, but a boy lay facedown on one of the lower bunks.

“Hi, I’m David. What’s your name?”

“Alistair. I’m new.”

“Me too. Weird place, if you ask me.”

“You can say that again. I just got caned in front of the whole school!”

“Damn. I heard something was going on as I passed by. My condolences. What exactly happened?”

“Well, there were five of us—three boys, two girls. One by one, we had to strip naked and bend over a kind of frame. We each got five cane strokes on the arse,” Alistair recounted.

“Seriously? The girls too?”

“Yeah! Luckily I volunteered first, before they dropped their clothes! Otherwise it would’ve been even more embarrassing!”

David understood what Alistair meant. “Got it,” he said.

“How’s your prefect?” Alistair asked.

“Really nice. And hot! I got lucky. If she weren’t so old, I might try hitting on her.”

“Oh, mine’s pretty fat. And I have to report to her in half an hour. Hope I don’t have to sit down!”

The door opened, and two more boys entered. One wore a yellow pin, the other gold. “John and Rupert,” they introduced themselves.

“David, nice to meet you. And this is Alistair.”

“Nice to meet you,” John said.

Rupert smiled thinly. “I already know Alistair. Like most of the school.”

David didn’t get it. “Don’t understand,” he said.

John explained: “Rupert got an A on the placement test. So he’s treated like a paying student this month, has a gold pin, and can attend punishment ceremonies. He saw Alistair’s punishment.”

“Alistair was brave,” Rupert said. “But I was there for the girls. They were really hot.”

“What a weird school,” David repeated.

“I’d better go—my prefect’s expecting me,” Alistair said, getting up awkwardly.

“Good luck,” John said. “I have to go too. At least mine can’t cane me. I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes!”

Rupert and David stayed behind, unpacking their meagre belongings into lockers. Much later that evening, John and Alistair returned. John didn’t want to discuss the evening’s events, unpacked his locker, and went to sleep. When David asked Alistair how it went, he just rolled his eyes. “Let’s just say I can sit even worse now. She really made use of her rights!”

David had a restless night.

The next morning was an ordinary school day. David felt uncomfortable in his shorts, but otherwise things went well. The lessons were interesting, the school had a lot to offer. Chemistry class was entirely new to him—he’d only known the state school lab (two test tubes and a Bunsen burner). This lab was worthy of a university!

In the afternoon came “Games,” or sports, as they’re called elsewhere. The sports field was as top-notch as the chemistry lab. But the scholarship students’ sports uniform was even harder to get used to than the “regular” uniform: spandex from head to toe, leaving little to the observer’s imagination!

As great as the sports field was, there weren’t enough showers, and scholarship students had to wait until paying students finished. All non-gold-pin scholarship students had been told to report to their prefects at exactly five o’clock. Now it was 4:50, and the showers were still occupied. So David sprinted toward the main building in his spandex outfit and knocked on Rebecca’s door.

“Come in!”

Rebecca was alone, sitting at her desk.

“Hi, David. What are you wearing? Pretty wild.”

“No time to shower, and I had to be here by five.”

“Oh. Well, you didn’t have to. Want to shower here? I think it’s better than the communal showers in your house.”

“Great, thanks! Be right back.”

In Rebecca’s bathroom, David realised he had problems. First, in his rush, he’d left his “regular” uniform in the locker room. Second, he had no towel and didn’t want to take Rebecca’s without asking. After showering, he tried to dry off as best he could and squeezed back into the spandex. When he came out of the bathroom, Rebecca wasn’t alone: Jenny was there, along with two other girls, all around her age.

“Uh, is this your fag, Becky? Cute!”

“Fran, you’re impossible!” Rebecca said. “David, this is Francisca; you already know Jenny. And this is Sinead.”

Sinead also wore a gold-trimmed blazer, so she was a prefect too. Francisca wore a “regular” paying student uniform, like Jenny.

“What do you say, Rebecca—wanna share with those less lucky than you? I got to pick last, and my fag looks the part. This one’s a real ‘dish,’” Sinead said.

“Oh, yes, pleeease, Becky! That would be sooo cool!” Fran chimed in, and Jenny nodded eagerly.

“I don’t really get what you’re planning. David’s just helping me tidy up, and I thought maybe he could quiz me on vocabulary later…”

“Man, you really don’t get this school! He’s your slave and has to do whatever you say,” Sinead said, almost indignant.

“Yeah, but like what?” Rebecca was genuinely confused.

“Well, I don’t know what the others want, but I suggest you let us demonstrate what you’re missing—say, for half an hour?”

“Great idea, really awesome!” Fran exclaimed, and Jenny gave Rebecca big pleading eyes: “Please, Becky, it’d save the evening! I’ve always wanted a fag too!”

David grew nervous. What were these girls up to? He’d lucked out with harmless Rebecca, and now these bitches were butting in.

Rebecca was in a bind. She didn’t want to alienate her three roommates. On the other hand, the idea seemed ominous, and she wanted to keep a good relationship with David.

“David, what do you think? Half an hour won’t kill you, right?” she asked. Her eyes signaled she’d be grateful and didn’t want to look weak in front of her new friends.

Sighing, he agreed, to the girls’ great delight.

“The spandex outfit is really great, gotta say. Should we take advantage of that?” Cheers of agreement, except Rebecca stayed silent, looking embarrassed.

“Let’s see if what’s clearly visible between his legs can get even bigger. Right now it looks kinda pathetic!” Sinead called out.

“And how do we do that?” Fran asked.

“Simple, we ask him some questions. David, stand in the middle of the room so we can all see you better.”

Rebecca sat on her desk chair while Francisca and Jenny sat on the bed. Sinead stood leaning against the bookshelf. They practically circled him, all—no, all except Rebecca—staring incessantly at his very inadequately covered penis. He felt blood rushing into it.

“Well, David, how often do you wank a day? More or less than three times?” Sinead asked with a broad grin.

David just blushed and shook his head.

“Answer! You have to obey!” Jenny shouted.

“Less,” he whispered.

“Twice?”

“Sometimes.”

“Describe your technique. We all want to learn!”

David found Sinead utterly disgusting. “I use both hands and rub hard and fast.” But he was so embarrassed the blood drained from his penis again. Sinead noticed.

“Have you had to lick Becky’s pussy yet?”

“No, of course not.”

“Would you like to?”

Another trap question. David thought hard.

“Well, I think you should only do that if you love each other.”

Loud laughter, except Rebecca, now flushed with shame, didn’t join in.

“So the thought of Becky’s open cunt doesn’t turn you on?” Jenny said. “Really?”

“Yes, I mean… but…”

“Girls, I think something’s stirring…” Jenny got up from the bed and brought her face close to David’s crotch.

“Indeed,” Fran said, moving closer too.

David turned red. His penis swelled; he felt it clearly.

“Harder, harder, harder, harder!” the three girls chanted.

And his penis obeyed. Soon it stood out prominently, his spandex a tent.

“Cock’s up, mission accomplished!” Sinead said. “You realise we have to see it up close now, right? Take it off!”

David looked to Rebecca for help, but she avoided his gaze.

Sinead explained the stakes: “I don’t know how you stand academically or otherwise, but disobedience toward your prefect would drop you from C to E! That means a red pin and public punishment next week!”

Rebecca interjected: “But David got a B, so he has nothing to fear!”

“Well, I’ll report the disobedience to Dr Hills, and we’ll see what happens! You really need to relax, Becky!”

David knew he couldn’t afford to break the rules. While Sinead and Rebecca argued, he’d stripped off his clothes. His penis stood proudly erect. Rebecca’s eyes widened; the others cheered loudly.

“Okay,” Sinead said, “the first half of the half-hour was to get him hard—let’s see if we can get him soft again!”

“What do you mean? You gonna give him a handjob?” Jenny asked, shocked.

“No. We’re supposed to have fun, not him! We’ll take this ruler…” she grabbed one from Rebecca’s desk, “…and slap it around his best friend a bit. Ten strokes each—we’ll see who makes him lose his hard-on!”

David had enough: “If I understood the school rules right, you can’t hit me! I have a yellow pin!”

“Hmm,” Sinead said. “If you want to spoil the fun, fine.”

Francisca and Jenny looked at Rebecca questioningly. She thought. “I’ll only go along if David agrees willingly. Otherwise you’ll have to think of something else.”

David shook his head in distress.

Sinead had an idea. “I’ll just get Alistair, my fag. He’s ugly as sin but has a red pin. We can punish him together, and maybe he can get young David here off with his hand or mouth. What do you think?”

The proposal was met with enthusiasm from Francisca and Jenny—Rebecca looked less happy. She didn’t really want to subject David to this. She turned to him:

“Won’t you agree anyway? It’d be less bad, right?”

David hesitated. The humiliation ahead sounded awful. But getting beaten? Voluntarily? Rebecca’s pleading look finally convinced him.

“Okay, but if I say stop, you have to stop, okay?”

“Sure,” Sinead said. “But I think I’ll write this down.”

She took a sheet from Rebecca’s desk and began writing. Then she read: “I, David—don’t know your last name? Green—hereby agree to obey Sinead Rawlings, Jennifer Gunn, and Francisca Cooper and submit to corporal punishment by them and my prefect.”

“This only applies today, okay?” David objected.

“Okay, I’ll add that,” Sinead said. Done, David signed the paper.

“Good, so the game can continue!” Sinead said. David’s penis now hung limp. Sinead lifted it with the ruler, played with it. Slowly it rose again.

Once it stood firm, Sinead gave David ten ruler strokes on his penis. This only made it bigger.

Sinead stepped back and handed the ruler to Fran. Her first strokes were hesitant, but soon she hit hard too. The erection held.

David felt the situation—and the pain, which wasn’t negligible—exciting and stirring him.

Now it was Jenny’s turn. She hit firmly from the start, and David cried out two or three times.

All eyes turned to Rebecca. She shook her head. “I don’t want to.”

“Don’t be a spoilsport—it’s just a fun game,” Jenny said.

So Rebecca, to David’s disbelief, actually reached for the ruler. She hit hesitantly, more a caress than a strike.

“You can do better than that, right? That was nothing,” Sinead commented.

Then Rebecca gathered her courage and hit harder. Again. David cried out and turned away.

Rebecca seemed to be enjoying it now. She hit again. Then she ordered him: “Stay still! And pull your foreskin back!”

David looked at her in disbelief but did as told. Previously only the tip of the glans had peeked out; now it lay fully exposed.

Rebecca aimed and struck the glans with the ruler’s full width. David shuddered as he saw excitement and cruelty in her face. She hit again, fast and hard. He cried out. She felt the power over him, how his fear and pain turned her on. Her pussy was so wet her knickers were almost dripping.

David realised the situation excited him too. Despite the intense pain, his penis stood rigid. Each stroke hurt terribly, but simultaneously it was the most intense, hottest feeling he’d ever had.

His erection remained firm even after Sinead’s ten strokes.

Fran now aimed at his testicles. The first hits were bearable, but then the pain became intense, and he lost his erection. Fran had won!

“What’s my prize?” she asked slyly.

“What do you want?” Sinead asked.

“That I get to decide what happens tomorrow!”

“But David only signed for today…”

“Fine, then we’ll include Alistair as planned!”

On one hand, David thought this a dirty trick; on the other, he wanted to avoid homosexual acts at all costs. Then again, the experience with the four older girls had turned him on intensely.

“Okay, I’ll sign.”

“We have to get to dinner if we want to eat anything!” Jenny called out.

“No time to write—just sign this paper, I’ll fill in the rest later!” Sinead said, and David, in his innocence, did as told.

David knew, returning to his room that evening while the other three snored in their bunks, that he was now a different person. He feared the next afternoon—but he also looked forward to it.

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Eastminster 4: Doctor Games

In this part of our story, we return to David’s second day at Eastminster Academy. We find him again outside Rebecca’s door in the late afternoon.

His heart pounded. He was afraid. But also eager. He knocked. “Come in,” someone called from inside. He turned the knob and entered. Rebecca sat at her desk computer, in her school uniform (blue, gold-trimmed blazer, red-checked skirt). She turned and smiled at him with kind eyes. Her long, light-brown hair fell on her shoulders, framing her slender face.

Sinead lounged on the bed. David had already noticed the night before that Sinead had a nasty character. She looked good, but in a “cheap” way. Her hair was also light-brown but longer. Her face was darker, heavily made up. She looked like she knew what she wanted. She wore dark tights and the lilac tie prefects wore who’d earned the rank through money, not merit.

“Fran and Jen aren’t here yet,” she said, “but you can start undressing—they’ll be here any minute.”

David took off his blazer and peeled out of his shorts. Then the tie, the shirt.

“Don’t be shy, turn around!” Sinead ordered.

He obeyed, standing in his underpants before the girls. His erection was obvious—Rebecca, sitting slightly to the side opposite him, could see right through the leg openings.

“Leave the underpants on for now, or the others will be mad. Especially Fran. She gets to decide what happens today.”

Sinead said, “We might as well check out the rest of you. Show us your arm muscles.”

David tensed his bicep as hard as he could, and Sinead felt it. “Now tense it, yeah?”

The girls laughed; David felt slightly hurt. But he already knew Sinead was a bitch. He stood there red-faced; the tent his underpants made threatened to collapse.

“Now you’ve made him sad,” Rebecca scolded. “It’s best when we all enjoy it—stop being such a bitch!” Her tone was friendly, though it had sounded ironic at first.

Then Francisca and Jenny entered the room. Francisca, or “Fran,” was a girl who loved life. She’d (voluntarily, as a paying student) worn the shortest skirt the school allowed, with no tights. Her blouse hung over the skirt. Long legs, a sexy smile, and blond-dyed hair (you could see the roots) completed the picture. She might have had an Asian parent—her eyes were small, her skin very pale, like the fashion in Japan and Singapore.

Jenny, by contrast, was the “nice girl next door” type. She looked a bit shy, had light-brown hair about as long as Rebecca’s, a nice, not-so-slim face.

“Oh, you’ve already started…” Fran was disappointed. “Not really,” Rebecca said. “But now we can begin. So Fran, we all dance to your tune—what’s the plan for tonight?”

“I’ve got a lot planned. But first, the underpants have to go. Please take them off, David!”

David obeyed. His erection was still there, though only half-hard, but growing again.

“Hmm, a bit disappointing. Wank it a bit,” Fran demanded.

As David awkwardly fiddled with his penis, Fran explained to the others her plan: “I’ve got two games planned. The first goes like this: David will be bent over each of us in turn and get his arse spanked—ten strokes from each of us. Then a second round in reverse order. The goal is to make David make a sound.”

“And what if he yells right at the start?” Sinead asked skeptically.

“Ha, ha, I’ve thought of that. Whoever makes him yell gets to kick him in the balls three times after the second game. If he stays silent through both rounds, he avoids that and wins the game.”

“Maybe he should get a prize then,” Rebecca noted. “Only fair!”

“Hmm,” Fran said. “I thought avoiding ball kicks was prize enough. What did you have in mind?”

“Well, he could command one of us to do something, and she’d have to do it.”

“No, no, no,” Sinead objected. “He’s the scholarship student, not us. Absolutely not.”

Jenny tried to mediate: “Maybe we could do it this way: Only if he avoids the three ball kicks without a sound can he command one of us.”

“No way,” Sinead said.

Rebecca thought. “Well, it’s not up to you, Sinead. Fran’s in charge tonight. She decides. But I think, though it’s Fran’s call, three kicks in the balls is too harsh. After that, he definitely won’t get hard again, and the evening’s over. I’d say one, at most two.”

“Okay,” Fran said, “I like Jenny’s idea, and Rebecca’s point makes sense. But if Sinead’s so against it… let me think.”

Throughout this discussion, David stood in the middle of the girls. At first, he’d played with his cock, then stopped once he reached full hardness. He’d just listened to the discussion, and that alone sent blood rushing into his penis. He found it extremely humiliating that these girls talked about him as if he weren’t there—and that turned him on intensely.

Fran, deep in thought, noticed he’d stopped playing with himself. “No one said you could stop!” she snapped.

He guiltily resumed “handling” himself. “I thought I was just supposed to get hard…”

“Leave the thinking to us. Okay, I’ve decided,” she continued, turning to the girls. “If he makes a sound, he gets two kicks in the balls from the winner. If he takes the punishment silently, he can choose: end the game or command one of us to do something. But she only has to do it if at least two of us agree, and if he silently takes one kick in the balls from her—the one he commands. How’s that? Sinead?”

Sinead still frowned but gave in. “Well, Fran decides, and I’ll go along. But this is damn complicated. Should we write it down so we remember later?” she asked sarcastically.

“Ah, I’ll remember,” Fran said, and Rebecca nodded too. “Who goes first?”

“Fran decides…” Jenny said.

“Alphabetically,” Fran said. “Oh, that means I go first. What a coincidence! Come here, David, over my knee!”

She sat on the bed and patted her knees encouragingly. He obeyed awkwardly. His hard penis was a problem—it ended up wedged between Fran’s thighs and his own stomach.

Fran kneaded David’s athletic arse, clearly enjoying it. Then she swung hard and delivered a loud slap. The next was harder—she was clearly trying her best to make him yell. Again and again she hit, as hard as she could. But he stayed silent.

“Okay, good job, David. Now Jenny’s turn,” Fran said, disappointed. Fran and Jenny switched places, and David bent over Jenny’s lap. Jenny’s skirt had ridden up when she sat, and now David’s penis was wedged between her thighs. She didn’t miss the chance to squeeze her legs tightly, so she clearly felt his penis on her bare skin. Then she hit. She held nothing back, but David stayed silent. He actually didn’t find it very painful to be spanked by a girl on the arse. His bigger concern was that with each hit, his penis slid between Jenny’s thighs. He felt an orgasm wasn’t far off, but then Jenny stopped.

Rebecca was next. She enjoyed feeling David’s penis against her legs and did her best, but her slaps didn’t make him utter a sound. Then it was Sinead’s turn.

She’d watched her predecessors closely and snorted disdainfully when she saw Jenny practically giving him a handjob with her thighs. She didn’t want to satisfy him—she wanted to win! So she maneuvered David onto her lap so his penis pointed downward, toward his feet, bent backward by her thighs. This strained his tendons and was very uncomfortable. Then Sinead began hitting him. Hard. Each stroke pressed his arse down, putting his penis under more strain. He had to endure the pain—the arse slaps were secondary. Unfortunately, Sinead, as the last of the first round, was also first in the second round, so David had to stay in this awful position for 20 strokes instead of 10. But he survived it. He survived the other three too—he’d won!

His arse was bright red and now hurt quite a bit.

“Congratulations!” Fran said, somewhat dejected. “Now you decide what to do. You can pick one of us to obey one of your commands—but only if two others agree and you silently take one kick in the balls from her. What do you say?”

David thought feverishly. He’d love to command something really nasty from Sinead. On the other hand, he knew she’d probably kick hardest. Or just stop? The truth was, the thought of Sinead kicking him in the balls turned him on.

He gathered his courage and said: “I’ll risk it.”

“Okay,” Fran said, “who’s the lucky one, and what should she do?”

David thought. What could he command Sinead that would be really embarrassing?

“Sinead has to take off her knickers, bend over, and present her arsehole to me for one minute, holding her arse cheeks apart.”

Sinead looked outraged. Jenny looked at her uncertainly. Fran said, “Hmm, that might do our Sinead some good…” and Rebecca said, “It’s just a game. I think you should do it, Sinead.”

“Well, I see it differently,” Jenny said, “but the majority’s against me. Guess you’ll have to comply, Sinead.”

Sinead turned bright red. “Like hell I will!”

Rebecca said, “Sinead, you wanted to play this game—it was your idea. You have to follow the rules! Otherwise you might as well not play.”

Sinead gave in. She hoped David would make a sound right away. “Okay, then David should stand here with legs apart and bend forward.”

In this position, though David didn’t know it, his anus was clearly visible. His testicles hung down, plainly visible—the penis wasn’t visible from behind because it stood straight up. Sinead stood behind him and waited. Then she kicked. Without warning. She hit hard. David crumpled—but made no sound. Sinead’s face flushed with desperation… until David, on the floor, let out a primal scream none of the four girls had ever heard before. When he ran out of breath, he lay gasping on the floor, clutching his scrotum.

“Well, that was nothing,” Fran said. “Once he recovers, we’ll start the next game, okay? Too bad—I’d have loved to see Sinead’s cute arsehole…”

“What’s next?” Rebecca asked.

“Well, same basic idea. This time, we try to get him off one by one. Each has 30 seconds. Two rounds. Whoever makes him come wins and can punish him as she sees fit for ten minutes. If he doesn’t come, he wins and can stop or try again to see Sinead’s arse, under the same rules as before. But this time, not after one kick in the balls, but after five minutes of penis torture by Sinead (or whoever he picks this time…)?”

“Well, I don’t know,” Jenny said, “if I really want to jerk him off.”

“Why not?” Rebecca asked. “He looks good, and it’s good practice!” All laughed loudly.

“Okay,” Jenny said, “whatever!”

David had gotten up by now. But his erection was gone.

“Hmm, we’ve got a problem here…” Fran noted. “What do we do?”

“I don’t think I can get hard again today,” David said. “My balls still hurt.”

“We’ll see,” Fran said, taking his hand and placing it on her left breast. “Well, how does that feel?”

David didn’t answer.

“I asked you something!” Fran snapped.

“Yes, it feels good.”

“Put your other hand on my other breast,” Fran said. David obeyed. Already the result was visible between his legs—his penis slowly but surely hardened.

Jenny joined in, gently stroking his penis with her hand. It got harder and soon stood firm.

“Okay,” Fran said, roughly removing David’s hands from her breasts, which he’d been kneading thoroughly, “we can start now. Lie down on the bed. Should I go first, or do you want a different order?”

“Oh, we’ll happily let you go first!” Rebecca said. The others nodded.

“Okay, who’s timing me?”

“I’ll do it,” Jenny said, fiddling with her phone. “Okay, timer set. Ready? You’ve got 30 seconds starting NOW.”

Fran closed her hand around David’s penis and began moving it rhythmically up and down at a moderate pace. This had the unwanted effect of hitting his testicles with her fist each time. She took his moaning as a good sign and increased the speed. But when time was up, David was further from orgasm than before.

Jenny recognized the problem. So she continued Francisca’s work not with her hand but with her mouth. David forgot the pain in his testicles—his first blowjob! And from such a pretty girl!

Unfortunately, Jenny’s technique wasn’t very refined—the whole thing was very exciting, but the stimulation wasn’t enough to get him there. And she only had 30 seconds. Rebecca didn’t want to touch a penis covered in Jenny’s spit, so she first hastily dried it with a tissue. As she started rubbing him, she had only 20 seconds left. She used them well—David felt it was getting critical. Two and a half minutes left—could he do it? Sinead took over—now she had a full minute and meant to use it!

Sinead remembered what David had said about his wanking technique the first night: both hands, very fast. She knelt at the head of the bed, her knees close to David’s shoulders, her knickers directly over his face. As the minute started, she grabbed his penis with both hands and rubbed it fast, rhythmically, and mercilessly. He tried thinking about insulation or Brexit, but he had no chance: after forty seconds he moaned, and his warm semen spilled over Sinead’s hands. She grinned broadly and got off the bed.

“I win! For ten minutes, you’re mine!”

David felt sick. Right after his orgasm—which, because his testicles still hurt a bit, hadn’t been that great—he didn’t feel sexy at all. The whole situation was just embarrassing and unpleasant. On the other hand, he knew Rebecca had him in her grasp.

“Stand up!” He obeyed.

“Clean my hands with your tongue!”

So David had to lick his own semen off Sinead’s hands. The other three laughed cruelly as he grimaced in disgust.

“Turn around, bend over, and pull your own arse cheeks apart! We all want to see your hole!”

David nearly vanished into the floor but obeyed.

“Look, like a girl’s arse!” Fran called out.

“No hair down there—he’s probably not developed yet,” Jenny added.

Rebecca said nothing.

“Okay, I hope you liked that,” Sinead said. “Now show us your cock—how does it look?”

It hung limp.

“Jump up and down—I want to see it swing!”

David obeyed. His flaccid cock swung around.

“It’d be good if it were hard. Really. For your sake. You’ve got two minutes to get it up. Maybe Fran will let you touch her again… If it’s still hanging, there’ll be five kicks in the balls to finish.”

David looked pleadingly at Fran. She sighed and went to him. She unbuttoned her dress and exposed her breasts. David stared. As his hands stroked her breasts, she grabbed his crotch and kneaded his cock. It stood firm after forty seconds.

[Author’s note: from personal experience, I know young lads may come quickly but can get hard again soon—a great advantage of the species!]

“Great, thanks, Fran,” Sinead said. “Lie down again on the bed. David, I mean, not Fran!”

David lay down. His cock was taut. Fran pulled back his foreskin (he wasn’t circumcised—David was named because his parents liked the name) as far as possible. His frenulum was stretched to the breaking point. Holding the foreskin back, she pressed his penis between his legs as far as she could. He moaned in pain.

She let go—the penis snapped back up. She now gripped it with one hand and began pinching the glans with her long, sharp nails.

Then she grabbed his testicles, took one in her hand, and stretched the skin around it tight. Now she flicked it with her index finger and thumb, again and again, harder each time. He writhed and whimpered.

“Okay, I’ll put you out of your misery. Just one more kick in the balls and you can go back to your room. Sit on the bed with legs wide apart.”

He obeyed unwillingly.

“Girls, a countdown from 10, please!” All counted down loudly from ten. At zero, Fran kicked. David curled up and started crying.

When he returned to his room later, the others immediately saw something unpleasant had happened. But they left him alone. He whimpered himself to sleep.