In Boarding School

At boarding school, several weeks passed before Pico figured out that it wasn't only possible to jerk off undisturbed in the bathroom. Sometimes he woke up very early, hours before he was woken up, and felt his friend who was swollen to bursting. Several times he imagined that some boys to his left or right were also secretly doing it. Now and then he thought he heard careful rubbing noises or soft gasps, as if someone was jerking off, but he remained under his blanket. Only after some time did he dare to masturbate silently and secretly in the morning like the others. Mostly, however, he did it in the toilet, like presumably other sophomores.

Sometimes it was already late in the evening when Pico sneaked into the toilet once again and did it quickly and greedily. If he thought he was alone, he often forgot all caution and puffed loudly when it came to him, catching the drops with his hand. Once, however, Pico was unlucky, for the cabin door was pushed open, and the austere Father Anselm stood in front of him with his arms folded behind his back, bobbing on the balls of his feet, while Pico didn't know how to keep the drops of semen in one hand and the red‐swollen friend in the other hand should explain.

After long, anxious seconds, Father Anselm growled that Pico would have to come to him in confession tomorrow after class, because that was a very bad sin! Then he turned and went out with loud steps. Pico sat there for a long time dumbfounded and wishing he were dead; for now it was obvious that and what a sinner he was!

Breakfast would not come to an end at all, nor would the morning lessons, which completely passed him by, as he thought of only one thing: the upcoming terrible confession to Father Anselm. Although he was scared to death, he went to the chapel after lunch and knelt in the pew next to the confessional. Shortly thereafter, Father Anselm appeared, entered the wooden confessional, and waited. Pico knelt on the bench as if nailed to it, dying a thousand deaths and asking again and again St. Theresa and all the Saints to spare him this terrible humiliation.

After some time, Father Anselm pulled back the curtain and waved. "Well, what is it, Pico, come on!" he hissed and pulled back the curtain noisily. Pico gathered all his strength and went into the confession booth, knelt down, and began the and began to recite the formalities. Father Anselm interrupted him and asked:

"Since when have you been doing this?"

Pico pondered for a long time and said, something like three years. Father Anselm thought for a moment, then said that this was a very bad sin, in fact a mortal sin, and that even though Pico was not even 14!

Pico was contrite, because it was a mortal sin and he really wasn't even 14 yet.The good Lord had probably turned away in horror from his doings as had St. Theresa and all the other saints. Pico began to suspect that he was doomed to death, to hell, and true enough, Father Anselm spoke long and insistently of the torments of hell and the disgusting tortures that the devil and his sub‐devils would subject Pico to. He wept for the injustice of being caught and wept for his fate and the torments of hell.

Father Anselm wanted to know when else Pico had done this mortal sin. Usually only in the evening in the bathroom, Pico whispered bashfully and sniffled, then stopped crying, because he had to concentrate on the questions and answers. Yes, then also in the morning, when everyone was asleep, in bed, but always very quietly, so that no one would notice. And when else? the holy man would ask. Sometimes also at noon, before the common learning. No, always alone, not with others. Really not? No. Would others do it too? Pico did not know, no, really not. And what else? Yes, and sometimes in the back of the stable, with the horses; after all, he belonged to the group that made the stable. No, standing up and only quickly and hastily, and really only exceptionally, when it is very urgent and because the lavatories are not always free. No, he would not be afraid, because the horses would not betray him. And the horse at the back, old Seppi, he already knows him well. And the Seppi, he would also be a small horse, not as high as the others.

Yes, mostly in the very back of the stable, where it's all dark. How. He stands next to the horse, so that he is not seen from the outside, supports himself with one hand on the neck of the animal and then he does it. What does the horse do? Nothing, it stands still and stares a bit. No, otherwise he would not touch the horse. Does he know that it is a great mortal sin to do it with animals? But he doesn't do anything with the horses... — but the horse is standing there watching, that's what the Bible says about animals, Father Anselm hisses sharply.

Wasn't he the horse after all...? No, sobbed Pico, no! But yes, once, there the horse had had its cock hanging out, so half evenly, there he had crouched down and had touched it carefully. What, it? The cock of the horse, because it had come out so half from its black skin fold, but the horse has put up with it, because Pico had only touched it very carefully and because Seppi knows him well. And what else? Yes, Pico admitted, whispering through his tears, he had done it there in the crouch, right next to the horse. And nothing else? No. Did he do anything else? Yes he did, poor Pico whispered, sniffling, he had done it and touched the horse's cock with one hand. And? inquired Father Anselm sternly further. The horse looked backwards, because Pico had rubbed himself quite hard and his cock had swollen in Pico's trembling hand, more and more, until it was quite long, because Pico had wiggled so wildly. It looked similar to a penis, but a very huge big thick one, and all black, Pico whispered. He confessed that he had carefully pushed up the skin to get a good look at the glans, and then it came immediately and splashed on his hooves, but when Pico wanted to wipe it away, the horse suddenly started to pee and Pico jumped back just in time and did not clean it off. Pico now cried contritely, because now he also had a double mortal sin on his conscience, and maybe also the poor horse, because his semen had splashed on its hooves.

"And that was only once?" the man of God inquired further. Pico sobbed and sobbed, and then admitted that he had gone and done the horse many times since. Doing what? Yes, hold it with his hand and look at its glans and let it splash on the ground. Father Anselm repeated that Pico had gotten horny on a horse's tail and touched himself lewdly, to the point of self‐abuse! Pico sobbed and nodded, so many mortal sins at once! And what else? The man of God did not give in and wanted to know everything exactly, said, you must confess everything now, otherwise the whole confession is not valid!

Now Pico had confessed almost everything and it wouldn't have been fair, so much fear and so much crying and then all of a sudden it doesn't count! So he admitted that later he felt and stroked the horse more and more often, so that his tail comes out and then he splashed on the Seppi on it, on purpose. What do you mean Father Anselm asked sternly, you have to list everything exactly in confession! So, sniffed Pico, when he came into the stable... the horse already knows exactly how to go on, and then his tail already grows a little. He stands next to Seppi, takes his tail in his hand and rubs it until it comes out completely. In the meantime he does it with himself, too, because he had to do it urgently, and when Seppi's cock came out completely and he had to squirt himself, he held it so that it squirted on Seppi. Father Anselm cradled his head and kept saying, "No, no!" Pico waited very meekly and then whispered despondently into the silence, "But yes, yes!"

Despite this, the confession was invalid, because Pico, the coward, told Fr. Anselm not everything, of course: "... the Seppi on it." Pico closed his eyes and then thought the rest, maybe the good Lord hears it and then maybe the confession is valid after all: "... I contort myself like an acrobat, because I don't get to do it otherwise, and press my cock right against Seppi's while rubbing, dear God, the whole time over, until it splashes! Old Seppi has a glans like a big, soft peach, only it's black, with pink spots. But it's so fine when I rub my glans against it. Yes, and, dear God, that I rub my light drops on the black peach until you can't see anything anymore, and when his dick gets really long in the process, I rub Seppi's and let him splash in the hay. After that, I notice right away, then old Seppi usually has to grunt, so I jump aside. That's all, dear God, yes, and I only did that when there was no one in the stable, for sure not. Forgive me poor sinner, for eternity, Amen!"

Father Anselm was a good Christian and had long since begun his standard instruction to wanking sophomores: he felt that we priests were there to there to help the fallen, to raise them up again. And no, he would not be called to punish Pico — the three Paternosters and Hail Marys (but in Latin, please) were only to reinforce his repentance — although mortal sins in the Horse stable were difficult to erase, yes‐yes! The soul would be pure again after the absolution, the repentance and the three Hail Marys, but his body would have to be punished for his covetousness; Pico would have to come to the 'Pants Tightener' in the evening, before going to bed, together with some other delinquents.

The Pants Tightener, Pico had long since found out, was an ancient ritual at the boarding school. One went in the pyjamas to Father Anselm, had to bare the bottom and got depending on the severity of the offense 10 or 15 light strokes of the cane, it could also be less or more. Relieved, he nodded and slipped out of the confessional, depressed and heartily unconsoled. He did not believe that the confession was valid, for how could he know that God had had time to listen just now? The paternosters and Hail Marys beaded across his lips, he briefly and violently repented of everything, then hurriedly left the chapel and ran to his Comrades, to the security of the flock.

In the evening, the five delinquents gathered outside Father Anselm's room. The others lay as quiet as mice in the large dormitory. As every evening, after an eternity, the door opened, Father Anselm strode massively and fatly to the double door and locked the dormitory. Then he waved his chin, and the delinquents marched dejectedly to his room, which he entered last. The five Pants Tightener candidates had to kneel and wait.

Candidate one and two had incited candidate three to steal corncobs from the farmer's adjacent field. Father Anselm gave a long speech about peasant diligence, property, and cowardly theft; but worse, he said, was inciting theft. Candidate three had to drop his pants a few inches and bend over the chair, Father Anselm gave him 5 light strokes of the cane and let him go. Candidates one and two received 15 strokes of the cane and were also able to walk away as well.

Father Anselm looked at Herbert and Pico for a very long time. They were both the very bad cases, he said, where he was not at all sure that punishing the covetous body would be enough to save them from eternal damnation. Herbert was with Father Anselm almost every week and listened quietly to the admonition; a few times he blinked over at Pico and grinned very briefly to show him what he thought of hellfire and being roasted. Pico was puzzled that the younger boy, who was almost a head shorter than he, was so not at all frightened or impressed by being damned for all eternity.

Then Father Anselm said in conclusion that Herbert was now getting his punishment and Pico should look closely, for he would be punished as well for his covetousness and carnality. Herbert stepped forward, pulled his pajama pants down to his calves and propped himself up on the back of the chair with both hands. His skinny bottom he stuck out, at the same time Pico stated with some confusion that Herbert's little cock was half stiff.

Father Anselm sat down astride the second chair, which he had straightened out had. Then the cane swung forward and slowly traveled up and down on Herbert's cock, then the cane very lightly touched Herbert's butt. The end of the raw cane trembled before he very briefly and hard delivered the first blow. Herbert had his eyes closed, his buttocks tightened, immediately after the blow his cock twitched briefly. Then followed blow after blow, but Father Anselm did not strike him as hard as the other delinquents before, and he struck slowly and with greater pauses.

Pico was terrified, but Herbert seemed to have no fear, for he kept his eyes closed and smiled. His little cock jerked up with each stroke, stiffening more and more and soon standing hard and stiffly forward. With each stroke of the cane his buttocks twitched, his cock twitched with it. Herbert loosened one hand from the back of the chair and held it in front of his cock, from which small droplets now came off with each stroke. The strokes came slower and a little harder. Herbert's glans was by now pointed and red swollen, one stroke and another and at the same rate as the last stroke, Herbert's semen shot into his hand as a thin white stream as he pinched his buttocks shut. Father Anselm stopped and waited. Herbert twitched a bit more, letting the last little squirt soak into his hand. Then he straightened up and wiped his hand down his pants, pulling them up at the same time.

Pico's anxiety and fear were mixed with horniness. Herbert had squirted during the punishment, and Father Anselm had said nothing about it, nothing at all! Herbert looked at him and said, "Now you!". Pico was confused and looked at him and then at the sweaty Father Anselm, who nodded his head gravely. Herbert took him by the arm and pulled him to the punishment chair. Then he gestured for Pico to pull down his pants and knelt down again. Pico obeyed and pulled down his pants a little shakily, because now his cock was flapping out, and it had become quite stiff during Herbert's punishment, and he was very, very sorry about that, and that was very, very embarrassing for him. Now Father Anselm could also see how sinful he was, how desirous his cock had become of Herbert's squirting! Herbert grinned secretly, although he had again folded his hands dutifully in penitent prayer.

Father Anselm said that Pico had to pull his pants down further and then bend over properly, for otherwise he would not be able to cleanse the sinful body. Pico reluctantly obeyed and then stood waiting for the first blow. He felt the rod as it groped and explored along his cock and then brushed across his buttocks. Suddenly and unexpectedly, the first blow hit him. It hurt less than he had feared, and amazed he noted that his tail twitched like Herberts'. At long intervals came the strokes, which he found not at all painful, heat rising in his buttocks and surging forward in waves, making his cock stiffen and stiffen; soon the glans stood out thick and red. Again the cane stroked gropingly back and forth on his cock before the next stroke came.

Father Anselm stroked thoughtfully, slowly, and without hurting him, but his cock just stayed stiff, not twitching or spurting. Pico could hardly stand it any longer with horniness. He strained as hard as he could, but nothing came. The strokes became firmer, but it only increased his horniness, stoked the sinful desire like blazing flames in his loins. Father Anselm whispered something to Herbert, who then left the room.

Before Pico could say anything, Father Anselm struck lightly and told Pico to help himself with his hand. Then came the next blow. When he rubbed his cock and felt this blow on his ass, Pico saw flashes and immediately had to squirt. Father Anselm had stopped, it was over. Pico wiped his hand on his pants like Herbert and pulled them up. Then, embarrassed, he knelt down and stayed on his knees, folding his hands in prayer. Father Anselm let Pico go after a few minutes.

In the weeks that followed, Herbert and Pico were regulars at the Pants Tightener. Father Anselm now made them kneel for a long time before the Pants Tightener, questioned them exactly when, where and how often they had done it, then followed the cleansing ritual that punished their sinful covetousness. Soon Pico began to suspect that Herbert was lying big time when he gave his information. lied when he made his statements; no man could do so many times in succession! But he kept his mouth shut and stuck to his truth, because he didn't want to also go to hell for the mortal sin of lying or the mortal sin of thinking evil of Herbert into the hell! Pico had almost only rare morning sins to confess, and no, he had not been to the horses either since they received the cleansing. Pico was all over the place blushing at confession lies and sometimes irritated by Herbert's grin when Father Anselm wanted to know exactly when and how he had sinned in the morning. The new sins in the stables Pico kept quiet, he would have confessed them only to God, but God knew that he had sinned. confessed, but he knew it anyway already and the old Seppi could not betray him also.

For Herbert, the cleansing ritual worked better than for Pico. He knew how to endure the blows to endure and then, when the cleansing had really got going, he could — without anyone having to touch him. — splash. Pico admired him, for he was quite firmly concentrated on his body and thrust the unholy seed willingly and repentantly in time with the cleansing blows. Pico, however, did not make it, no matter how hard he tried and prayed, repentance was not enough, was obviously not honest enough, or perhaps he should have admitted about the stall. Like Herbert, he closed his eyes and thought only of repentant, cleansing injections, but it did not work until Father Anselm said he could help with his hand. Now a few light strokes and a light stroking with the hand were enough to come to the end of the cleansing ceremony, now his deadly sinful juice could be knocked out quickly and energetically.

Father Thomas sent them all home one day after questioning all the delinquents, but especially Herbert and Pico, in great detail about the purification ritual and the Pants Tightener. Herbert was an obdurate sinner and admitted nothing, but Pico thought of his salvation and that he should become a priest and told Fr. Thomas everything except that about masturbating Seppi. Then they too were both sent home, as was Father Anselm. Pico didn't quite understand it, but this purification ritual was somehow out of order, as Father Thomas tried to explain to him, frowning.

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