Chapter 13: Hamilton Learns a Lesson

Hamilton Smyth-Carrington eagerly walked into the front office of his Uncle, the Headmaster of Biggelow Dickson School of Performing Arts. His Uncle’s secretary had called him, and Hamilton was a little nervous as he stood in front of the main office’ huge oak door.

Even though his Uncle’s secretary had told him to walk right in, he waited a second to concentrate.

He wore the usual school uniform, a white short sleeve button shirt in a quite formal cut and a pair of shorts, but it was painfully clear to him that he was not filling out the uniform as sexyly as most of the other students. He had not been enrolled to the school because he was overly sexy, had committed a crime, or because a pervy Uncle or Daddy sent him here to polish his skills, he was here as one of the few boys whose family had money or connections and could be helpful to the school.

In his case, he was just the Headmasters nephew.

As usual when he was called to his Uncle’s office, he was nervous and aroused. He needed that second or two he waited at the huge door to compose himself, breath once, and knock.

His Uncle already waited for the knock, and called him in while he dropped two lumps of lead into a bucket.

As Hamilton opened the thick, perfectly soundproof door, he heard a ‘Thump’ noise followed by analmost inhuman, bloodcurdling scream.

He saw his Uncle grin at him as he patiently waited for the scream to end, and greeted Hamilton warmly.

“Hello my dear boy, you look splendid! Come here, come here, don’t be shy, Peter here is too preoccupied to be bothered by your attendance, I’m afraid.”

The Headmaster winked conspiratorial, before he dropped another lump of lead into the bucket that hung from Peter’s genitals. Again the beautifully muscled boy screamed, but this time not as loud or long as before.

Hamilton walked around the athletic young man to see what was happening. He recognized Peter, a member of the Football team. He was naked except for some of the typical accessories of his game, the wide shoulder pads and the helmet, the shoes and the socks. He wore no shorts, though, and no jersey. The contraption that was forming those typical wide shoulders was not covered, and the lack of clothing, just accentuated his appearance maybe even more appealing.

He surely was missing his jockstrap by now, and the cup that usually covered his privates.

The tall and muscular boy played the position of a linebacker, but coach had placed him on the bench for several games now. He worked hard, ran more miles than any other teammate, lifted heavier weights, and did all his coach wanted, but was just too dumb to be good, as coach always said.

The hard work had resulted in a body like a Greek statue, though. Everyone just marvelled over his muscles, his meaty pecs, his eightpack abs and his solid legs. His arms were huge, his shoulders wide, his ass looked like two melons carved out of one massive piece of marble, and his dick was another masterpiece, carefully formed by Mother Nature, helped by Dr. Popper and some of his infamous injections. It measured spectacular 13 inches in length and 9 inches in girth. Even the doctor thought it was a little out of proportion, but it got hard as steel and worked perfectly, and added to the boys almost godlike sexy appeal.

He had been depicted as Hercules in a spectacular series of photographs taken by a well known artist, and by now his huge framed posters were shown in the best museums of the planet. But this was only one of his facets.

The school had at first used him in several films to be the hung muscle top any teenage blockbuster needs, but soon found out he needed much too much attention to stay hard. In a truly inspirational move Headmaster Smyth-Carrington had suggested to tie him down and whip him for a scene in one of special feature films the school produced, and Peter turned out to really blossom in pain.

“Peter the Pervy Pain Pig” was the first of several films featuring just him and a slim boy in a mask, putting him through several almost unspeakable situations. The little alliteration using his name and his favorite pastimes would soon be his trademark, and a series of “Peter the Pervy Pain Pig” videos sold worldwide.

Today it was “Peter the Pervy Pain Pig” and the bucket of doom” that tested the muscular young man to his limits, and the Headmaster himself had taken on the task, since it would be the last time Peter would play his role for the school. The Headmaster had pulled some strings, and Peter would move to Dubai, to perform for a Prince. The deal had been sweetened by a hefty transfer fee for the school, and a nice nest egg for Peters loving daddy.

As Hamilton walked around the sweating boy, he saw Peter sat on the edge of a bar stool, his feet on the lower rails, curled in pure agony, his legs opened wide, his dick and nuts swinging freely but pulled down by a heavy bucket cuffed to his nuts. The headmaster had used a simple but ingenious device, a simple pair of steel handcuffs, slapped around the base of Peters nuts and dick, closed tightly enough to hurt and to block the blood flow out of his dick. The fat cock was swollen to the max, the veins popping up obscenely.

Hamilton saw no other cuffs or ropes, and Peter seemingly just sat on the edge of the bar stool. His Uncle must have read his mind as he answered, smiling darkly:

“He is impaled by a dildo, he can’t just slip off and run”

His Uncle pointed at an open drawer. Lined up in there, nicely placed in perfectly formed holders edged in red velvet, were 9 dildos of various sizes, ranging from a smallish 6 inch dildo to a humongous 15 incher. The 12 incher seemed to be missing. Hamilton took one out after he asked his Uncle for permission, and saw it was made of high polished dark rose wood, beautifully formed and equipped with a solid, male thread sticking out at its lower end. Hamilton was sure the bar stool had a female thread to mount the dildo on it and hold it in place securely.

The Headmaster had watched his nephew, while he held another lump of lead in his hand. He saw Hamilton by now knew how the set up was working, and asked him:

“Do you think it will have a more dramatic effect on Peter if I drop the lump in from higher up? You have to consider that we don’t want to damage him, he is a valuable piece of boyflesh.”

Hamilton watched as Peter lifted his head and looked him right into the eyes. He seemed to be almost delirious by now, panting and moaning. The Headmaster playfully said “ If in doubt always go higher” and dropped a lump of lead into the bucket, holding it up high enough to gain the maximum of energy.