Booze
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The silence in the old shed was broken only by the sound of pull tabs and
belches as the three boys started in on the beer. Jim, Steve and Marty were
fifteen, and the booze was courtesy of Steve's big brother, who had brought
him back to boarding school after the Christmas vacation complete with two
cases of beer, which he had obligingly secreted in the disused groundsman's
hut.

Their systems were totally unused to coping with the sort of quantity which
had fallen into their laps, and soon they began to giggle, well into the silly
stage of intoxication. As usual, Steve took the lead.

"Let's do something absolutely mad."

"Like what?"

"Like spying on the girls."

St Oswalds School for Girls was only a mile away, but for most of the year it
might as well have been on another planet, Only occasional, well supervised
social visits were permitted, and the only sexual contact took place in the
solitary male fantasies afterwards as the boys replayed what the visit should
have been, rather than what it was. St Oswalds was the focus for their
adolescent lust and the source of the hundreds of sticky tissues which found
their way into the waste bins at the boys' school.

Tales abounded of past glories, where boys, now long departed, had broken in
to St Oswalds and found it full of randy girls, just begging for the erotic
attentions of the brave boys. They discounted the one about a particular
senior who had been found one morning, dead as mutton, his balls shriveled to
the size of raisins after an all night orgy - it was obviously an
exaggeration, but there was no doubt in their minds that sex was to be had in
almost unlimited quantities by any boy who had the courage to break in.

Jim was the cautious one, and even tipsy had his doubts.

"What if we get caught? We'd probably get expelled."

It was too late. The alcohol took over. They trekked over the fields to the
girls' school, shivering slightly as their feet were chilled by the inch or so
of fresh snow on the ground. It was surprisingly easy to scale the wall and
drop down inside the forbidden region. Paradise lay before them, in the shape
of the dormitory block, windows shining bright into the winter dark.

They held on to each other, sobering up slightly as the enormity of their
achievement dawned on them. They sprinted across the open ground and stopped,
panting, their backs against the wall, listening for any sound that might
indicate that their run had been observed.

All was quiet, and Steve looked sideways - the fire escape! - that was the
key. They tiptoed upwards to the point where they could see into the first
window.

Disappointment swept over them - it was a games room, and the girls were fully
dressed. All this risk just for a few glimpses of panties as they played table
tennis? They continued their upwards exploration.

Pay dirt at last. A dorm. They held their collective breath at the sight which
met their eyes - girls in all stages of undress, just casually chatting and
laughing as they did an unwitting strip tease for the observers.

Steve emitted an audible groan, and fell to his knees, the sound of his zipper
loud in the outdoor silence. He leaned against the windowsill, his eyes just
protruding above it as he frantically scrambled his erection out of his pants
and into his rapidly moving hand. The other two lost no time in following his
example, and the sound of rhythmic rustling was replaced by strangled grunts
as the three ejaculated violently on to the metal flooring.

Their breathing gradually slowed to normal, and by unspoken agreement the
headed upwards, reaching the wide, flat roof of the block. Safe from
accidental discovery they compared notes with glee.

A familiar discomfort hit three bladders almost simultaneously as the beer
reached the final stage of its journey. It wasn't just the beer - the three
behaved as pack males have always done, and marked their territory, standing
well back from the edge, sending jets of urine arcing into the night sky, over
the edge of the roof.

"What the hell? There's somebody on the roof. Oh my god, this is pee."

They froze as angry adult female voices split the quiet. SHIT! They had to get
out of here and quick! Steve ran to a projecting door and wrenched it open,
and the trio stumbled down a narrow, dark stairway, then emerged from an
emergency door to find themselves in a corridor - but not alone.

Shrill female screams started to sound.

"Boys! In our dorm! GET THEM."

They ran like the wind, cannoning off naked and scantily clad bodies, trying
to make it to the safety of the outside, but to no avail. They were pinioned
by strong female arms and frog-marched downstairs, to be met by a damp, urine
smelling principal.

They were locked in a classroom for almost two hours, and discussed their fate
in whispers.

"We've had it. They're sure to expel us."

Jim was even more pessimistic that usual.

"God, I'll never get into law school now. Not with that on my record."

Marty chimed in.

"I want to be a doctor. Do you think this will affect my chances?"

"With this on your record? Do you think they let perverts be doctors?"

The enormity of their predicament began to dawn on them, and each spent the
remaining time in miserable contemplation of their fate.

At last the door opened, and a freshly showered principal drove them back to
their own school, to be met by their own principal, face like thunder.

"My office. Now."

They stood before his desk, hands behind their backs, gazing at their feet
while their crimes were recounted. The snow had revealed their every move.

"....then they looked into the senior dormitory, and there is evidence of
masturbation on the stairway outside the window."

Mr. Jenkins raised his head.

"In all my years as principal, I've never come across such a blatant act as
this. I am left with no alternative but to expel the three of you."

Steve had to try.

"Sir, it was mainly my fault. I gave them some beer, and it was me who
suggested that we go to St Oswalds. I deserve to be expelled, but they aren't
as guilty. Couldn't you give them some lesser punishment?"

The principal of St Oswald's broke in.

"Do you three realize what you have done? You have humiliated all of my girls.
You have violated their privacy and left all of them feeling dirty."

Steve tried again.

"We're sorry for that ma'am. We just didn't think. But if Jim and Marty get
expelled, it will ruin their whole lives. Please don't do that."

Mr. Jenkins opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again as she spoke.

"Hmm. Wait outside will you while I have a word with Mr. Jenkins."

They stood in the corridor, hardly daring to hope of a reprieve. Then they
were called back in.

"Miss Black has suggested an alternative punishment. You have humiliated the
girls, so it will involve humiliation for you in their presence. Do you agree
to this?"

"But what is it, Sir?"

"It isn't expulsion - that's all you need to know. Well?"

"We accept. Thank you Sir, Ma'am."

"You will stay in the sick bay until tomorrow evening - nurse will keep an eye
on you."

They lay in the narrow beds, discussing what might be in store for them.

"What do you think she will do?"

"Maybe we'll have to clean the toilets or something. That's pretty
humiliating."

"No chance. She'd never let us off that lightly. I think we'll probably get
caned."

"In front of the girls? Gee, that would be terrible."

"She might do it on our bare butts."

There was a shocked silence, and finally Steve summed up.

"Look, guys, whatever it is will be over by bedtime tonight. Even if we get
our bare backsides whipped in front of the whole school, it's better than
being expelled, isn't it?"

They spent the next day confined to the sickroom, tension rising as evening
approached, visiting the toilet at frequent intervals as the nerves affected
their bladders. They were sitting at the table, trying to read, when the nurse
bustled in, carrying a tray.

"I'm just going to get you ready."

She drew on a thin rubber glove with a snapping sound, then picked up a
torpedo shaped white object and pointed at Marty.

"You first. Drop your trousers and bend over the table."

The other pair watched in horror as the nurse dipped the thing into a pot of
grease, then pulled the boy's buttocks apart and pushed it deep inside of him.
Steve felt his balls twinge in miserable anticipation as she changed the glove
and then pointed at him.

"You next. Drop them and bend over."

God, this was the worst feeling he had ever experienced. The thing pushed
against his anus, then was propelled deep into his rectum, followed by her
finger, which sort of moved round in a circle, opening him up and spreading
the slimy feeling grease all over. Jim was subjected to the same indignity,
then all three stood, feeling the thing melting inside of them, a sort of
burning sensation, an urgent desire to shit.

"Just wait a while until the suppositories do their job, then you can go to
the toilet."

She swirled out of the room, leaving the three boys fighting for the single
toilet, faces scarlet with the effort of holding it in, uncaring of the
indignity of shitting in front of each other, taking turns to get rid of every
last morsel of the irritating stuff.

The nurse returned with clean clothes for them.

"Take a shower now and change into these. We don't want to be even more
disgraced than we have already been."

They sat in silence as the principal drove them to St Oswalds, wriggling
slightly as the remnants of the grease slimed around their assholes. He handed
them over to Miss Black.

"Come with me, boys."

She led the way to a big room, one wall draped with curtains, three straight
backed chairs arranged in a line, then handed each of them a black plastic
bag.

"Take all of your clothes off and put them in the bag."

Shit. It was going to be a caning. And not only bare-assed but bare
everything. They slowly undressed, their entire bodies aflame with shame and
embarrassment, under the gimlet eyes of the principal.

"Stand in front of the chairs. Hands behind your backs."

Now she could see everything. Their adolescent pricks, still with a hint of
boyhood, their small, wiry bushes of pubic hair, their boyish figures.

Suddenly the light increased as the curtain swept aside, and they realized
that they were actually on the stage in the school auditorium. Girlish titters
started, then a rising gale of female laughter as a hundred shrill voices went
up the scale and into the ultrasonic.

They squirmed in shame, and their hands clasped in front of their genitals,
betraying their embarrassment, causing even more laughter from the assembly.
Miss Black marched center stage and raised her hands for silence.

"These three specimens are the boys who intruded into our grounds last night
and attempted to spy on you. Well, they may have seen some of you engaged in
intimate activity, so they are going to return the compliment. GIRLS!"

At her shout, three senior girls entered from a door at the side of the stage,
each carrying some sort of pole. Surely they weren't going to beaten with
something like that! The girls entered the brightly lit area, and the boys'
humiliation was complete - they weren't sticks, they were the things you saw
in sex toy shops. . Oh fuck. They were strapon dildos.

The noise disappeared altogether, replaced with an expectant, sort of
lecherous silence. The boys could hear that the assembled girls were holding
their breath. Each senior marched towards one boy.

As they got closer, the boys could see that the girls are wearing a 7-8 inches
strapon dildo with tight shirt and jeans.

Three chairs were placed in front of them and girls sat on them .

"BOYS. Turn around and face the chairs. Legs apart. Sit on girl's lap until
the strapon enters your ass facing them."

This was surely the acme of humiliation, their asses displayed to the
universe, the three seniors siting on a chair with strapon to fuck them, their
perfume wafting over the nostrils of the boys as they tremblingly awaited
their fate.

Steve felt soft hands on his butt cheeks as he sat on one girl's lap, then a
pressure from the strapon, then an incredible sensation as it slid inside,
filling his anal canal, large but not painful - so this was why the nurse had
given him that white thing. There was a susurration from the auditorium as a
hundred young females released the breath they had been holding.

The strapon was pushed in further, and Steve groaned in dismay as his penis
spontaneously erected. He glanced sideways - at least he wasn't alone - both
other boys were in the same terrible predicament, their erect organs poking
through the bars on the back of the chairs.

T Steve yelped at the entrance of strapon into his rectum.As he rode on the
strapon the Laughter arose from the audience - but it had a different tone
this time - half embarrassed, half sexual as the girls looked at the sight of
three naked male butts, penetrated by tgirls with strapon, squirming as it
went in and of their ass.

Steve gritted his teeth as he was fucked harder, hearing cries from the other
two who were obviously in the same predicament. The flow went on and on, and
soon all three boys had given up any thought of suffering in silence, and were
begging for the punishment to cease.

. At least it wasn't getting worse, but how long could he hold it.

"STAND UP. TURN AROUND."

Steve had the devil's own choice. Either he could attempt to cover his
erection, or he could hold his buttocks together to avoid shitting all over
the stage. He chose the latter, and stood, half bent, an expression of agony
on his face. At least it couldn't get any worse.

But it could. They were made to sit on girl's lap with strapon on their ass in
front of all the girls. Steve wanted to die rather gt fucked and cum in front
of an entire girls' school, but the increasing pain and pressure left him no
choice in the matter. His humiliation was complete as he came with sperm
running over his body with strapon still on his ass to a final round of
applause as the curtains closed on the performance.

"Well, boys, now do you see what it's like to have somebody watch you perform
an intimate function?"

Three tearful faces bobbed in unison.

"That's it. Punishment over. You can get up from girl's lap now and get
dressed ."

They pulled on their clothes, still reeling from the enormity of their
punishment, watched by the smiling seniors. They walked to the front door,
unable to even look at the girls.

Steve felt a piece of paper thrust into his hand by the senior who had fucked
him with strapon. He sneaked it into his pocket.

Back in the dorm, he looked at the note, then cheered up. The other two read
it over his shoulder.

"If you want to get your own back, we'll be in the old hut tomorrow night at
midnight. We'll fuck your ass until you can't take it anymore,"

Well, perhaps it wasn't all bad.....