The Agency 3 Part Three: The School By Bald Hairy Man
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My office received a note asking me to visit a "Gentleman in Need" at an address in Portland Square at 3:00 in the afternoon in three days. I replied that the date and time were acceptable to me. The house was quite ordinary as seen from the Square, but the interior was quite splendid. I waited in an antechamber and was then taken into a drawing room where I met the Right Reverend Bishop of Sudchester.
"Mr. Rudyard Phillips, I was told you are skilled at dealing with delicate problems of an intimate nature?" the Bishop asked.
"I tend to work with victims who might be ruined by exposure and suffer more than the criminals who afflict them," I said.
"I am the patron of the Archangels George and Michael School in West Kent County. The school has been afflicted by a person or persons who are attacking the reputations and characters of the faculty and some of the students. This has been causing great distress and there was an attempted suicide by one of the students," he explained. "A new term begins in two weeks and I need to know who is doing this."
"How long has this being going on?" I asked.
"For a year or perhaps a year and a half. Some things that may have been classified as pranks, appear to be suspicious in hind sight," he said. "Can you help us root out this problem."
"If I were to think that these problems are related to sexual slanders, would I be wrong?" I asked.
"That would be a strong possibility. Several of the teachers are handsome and personable. It could be school boy crush that was rejected or ignored by the teacher. Some of the affected boys are handsome but others are less so," he said.
"You are very diplomatic," I said. The Bishop smiled.
"You would be an assistant house master. You would meet most of the students that way and most of the faculty too. We have we have a need for gardeners and maintenance men too, if you need additional help," he said.
"Are you aware of the sexual inclinations of the staff?" I asked.
"I am aware of that and am not a fool. The sexual tendencies are one thing and I can understand, but the taste for sadism and persecution is another thing all together," the Bishop said. "Misplaced affection is not the same as persecution."
A week later I was at the school with Alfred and Black Tommy. Tommy lost his blacksmith shop when the village was demolished to be replace with a seaside Hotel. The town was relocated five miles to the west, but there was no place for a smoky blacksmith shop. He worked for me as a handyman was also useful intimidating the criminal classes. Black Tommy became a handy man and Alfred a gardener for the school. Boys from upper class families rarely note the staff.
After my first week there it seemed that the school's senior officials were more worried about the poor publicity the school might receive than the welfare of the students or faculty. The school was good, but not great. I suspected that the school hoped that increased pretentiousness would make the school greater.
A freakish wind storm hit the school during the second week of the term. It would have been called a hurricane in the Americas. The house master was away, and I discovered that I am cool and sensible a storm. I found shelter for the students in a safe part of the building. When I was cut by broken glass I remained calm although bandaged and blood stained. The students assumed this was what was required by an Englishman and remained calm.
After the storm abated trees were down everywhere. Since the entire county was affected, there were no laborers available for clean-up. Although the students and teachers were afraid of Black Tommy, as was the typical reaction to the huge, hairy man, he turned out to be a leader of men. The Latin master. Mr. Winter joined Tommy and Alfred to remove the tree blocking the man entrance, as did several students. Tommy told the students that in an emergency, men must do what must be done. He said he needed men to help dig the school out of this mess. More boys and Masters joined him. The boys had never done physical work before. Tommy had the tools and he showed them how the use them and Alfred told them the proper ways to take down a tree without injuring themselves. I worked with Tommy to fix damage in the school buildings.
Eventually we had sixty boys and ten teachers at work. Curiously, the Latin, French, Art and Geometry Masters were soon members of his team. The Art Master had the younger boys make oiled paper replacements for broken glass. Black Tommy became known as Mr. Black Tommy and always referred to the students who help him as the Men. The boys liked that.
By the time we had done much of the clean-up we were well acquainted with most of the faculty and students. There were some who were not helpful. That included the head of the school, and a portion of the students. Some were too self-important to help, and others thought it was beneath their station in life. I had a good sense who could be counted on.
The Art master, DeVeau Parker, was a small, slight man who was more like a monkey than a man when it came to climbing trees or fixing leaks on the roof. By contrast, the school Head, Dr. Edmond Guest, stayed in his office and sent letters to solicit money. Somehow his wife, Helen, connected with Black Tommy. He was not a gentleman, but he was naturally polite. She was a lady, but not a fool. She and her butler searched for the building materials Tommy needed to make repairs. She also organized the younger boys into clean up gangs. I think the School head was shocked at her actions, but no one would dare criticize her. Helen did not suffer fools.
I had a chance to talk with her about the poison pen letters. Her husband thought that that sort of thing was characteristic of the lower orders. Helen was part of a distinguished scientific family, and she suspected a student group called the Summit Society. "It's a group of boys from wealthy families who think they are at the school because of their brilliant intellects, not due the wealth and standing of their families," she explained. "They think they are self-made heirs." Helen had a way with words.
DeVeau had received some letters but was unworried. He hadn't done the things listed in the letters, and he believed that truth will out. I was not so confident of the triumph of the truth over lies. Alfred had connected with him and said we shared many of the same tastes. When he looked at Black Tommy when no one was looking, I saw hero worship.
Since Tommy was a common man, many of the staff and students ignored his presence. They carried on conversations as if he wasn't there. He heard everything and had a good memory. The school was a mass of minor rumors and petty jealousies. This was typical most schools. Tommy found that the English Master, Mr. Hamel Hill, and cluster of his older students were at the core of the rumor mill.
Mr. Hill had been passed over for the position of School Head. He thought the currant Head was ineffectual and unworthy. That was probably true, but at least the Head was not vicious or treacherous. The leader of the students was John Bellemot, the future Earl of Rosewell, and Ernst Wilhelm, a distant nephew of the late, lamented Prince Albert. Ernst shared few of Albert's virtues. They were firmly opposed to considering merit, intelligence or ability to achieve advancement. Inheritance was the sole qualification.
The House Master had been away during the windstorm. When he returned he was much more attentive to his duties. I had done well during the event, and he was afraid I might replace him. He took over all the duties on Monday and Tuesday. These were the quiet days for the students.
I went to visit Black Tommy on one of those days. He lived in a cottage a mile from the school. I encountered DeVeau Parker, the Art Master on the walk. He came with me for the exercise. I suspected that he wanted to meet Tommy away from the school. It had been an unusually warm day. Tommy was shirtless when he greeted us.
Parker said that if he needed a model for a Hercules, Tommy would be the man. Tommy jokingly asked if Hercules was a blacksmith. As we talked Tommy observed that one group of students clustered behind a work shed out of sight almost every day. Belmont was a part of the group. He had seen Mr. Hill talking with Belmont before or after the meeting. Mr. Hill was also a patron of the Whitehorse Pub. The Whitehorse catered to working men. Mr. Hill met there with strangers to the town. DeVeau thought that was strange. Mr. Hill was not the sort of man who would go to a pub.
Tommy needed to scratch his balls, and I noticed DeVeau had the same need when he thought I wasn't watching. Tommy scratched again, and I even I had to adjust my genitals. DeVeau noticed that. "It is warm in here. Tommy is the only man who is dressed for the temperature," he remarked.
"Mr. Parker, Tommy and I are quite close old friends. If I said we share we share common tastes and inclinations, would you know what I mean?" I asked. "We enjoy some activities that are intensely pleasurable but might be too intimate for you."
He nodded. "I have some unorthodox tastes," DeVeau replied as he adjusted his equipment again. Tommy began to untie his under drawers. DeVeau removed his tie and began to unbutton his shirt.
A few minutes later it was clear that DeVeau was not a virgin and was an enthusiastic member of the club. He had some experience and he was almost mesmerized by Tommy's tool. Tommy was direct.
"I like to suck and bum fuck. You've noticed I'm a big boy?" he asked. "What's your poison, DeVeau?"
"I like the same," the Art Master replied. "You might be too big for me to take in the back door, but I would love to find out. Rudyard is not a small man either. I feel like I am in the land of the giants."
"I like to shoot in the hole, nice and neat," Tommy said. "Maybe Rudyard should do you first. He could stretch your bum some." DeVeau dropped to his knees to suck me. Tommy stood close to me so that he could suck us both. Later I was on the bed and DeVeau sat on my cock. It was a snug fit, but he liked it. Tommy sucked him as he squirmed on my tool. DeVeau didn't expect that and he shot off. Tommy took every drop.
Little later DeVeau took Tommy and my loads in the mouth with obvious relish. He wanted Tommy to poke him in the bum, but Tommy wanted to wait. As often happens, intimacy brings trust, and DeVeau knew quite a bit about the student and Masters' more intimate side.
I mentioned the Summit Society and Mr. Hill. "The group believes it is the Elite of the Elite, but there were true believers and those who just wanted to belong to something," DeVeau explained. "The boys who came to the school have all been torn way from everyone they knew and loved. They want to belong, and the Summit Society is desirable for boys of a certain background. Its reactionary tenancies attracted boys who craved safety and order. Sex of course played a role in all young men's lives, but the Summit Society drained any affection or friendship from sex. The problem with man sex was eliminated by making it mechanical. Sex was a basic urge, affection tainted it."
DeVeau thought that the Beast, and oversized boy named Anthony, and Mouse Man, Donald, the heir to a highland knight, were good boys who and fallen into a bad lot. The Beast and Mouse Man were called Senior Men. They were older that the usual students. They were either preparing for a University, or they had poor tutors. He thought that Donald could be a fine artist. Both boys wanted to be helpful.
He thought Mr. Hill had a formidable intellect trapped in a flawed human being. He would have been reactionary in the reign of George III and seemed to have no personal life. His right-hand man was Mr. Gilpin, the Science master who shared our inclinations, but hid them by affecting ultra-masculinity.
DeVeau had intimate relations with him every few months when Gilpin was drunk. He tended to be rude to men he regarded as lesser. "Gilpin is rude until he is sexually stimulated and approaching an orgasm," DeVeau explained.
Gilpin's helper, and the man who ran the boat house and early morning exercises, Mr. Wallace, had carefully hidden sexual tastes. DeVeau described him as an under endowed rapist. He craved and was horrified by manly sex fluids. Boating and swimming were popular at the Archangel schools. The boat house was an impressive structure. Gilpin lived in a small room on the upper floor of the boathouse, next to a changing room.
The Beast and Mouse Man had helped in the storm cleanup unlike the other members of the Summit Society. Hill contributed by complaining about the noise. Gilpin had helped some, but while Wallace had been worried that fallen trees which had damaged the playing fields, he did nothing.
We dressed and returned to the school separating as we approached the building. Since DeVeau knew these men, I asked that he mention me and my organ to them if he had a chance. If they shared the inclination, they might come to me. That would be ideal since they would make the first move, and no one would suspect I was bating a trap. I suggested that he might mention our Hercules too.
While Black Tommy, Alfred and I shared the same inclinations, we were immune to blackmail. We had no position or reputations to protect. Black Tommy looked scary, so no one would consider afflicting him. Most didn't realize that Tommy could read so you couldn't blackmail him. If you threatened him in person one, well-landed punch would sent you to bed for a week.
I tried to meet Mr. Hill, but he didn't associate with underlings and was habitually rude. I did meet Mr. Gilpin as I had to organize repairs for his classroom. I asked him what times would be best to do the repairs, so they wouldn't interfere with his classes. He said he would think about it and asked me to come back the next day.
When I returned, DeVeau must have dropped a hint because Gilpin was much more interested in me. He asked me for tea at his rooms. Tommy had run into Mouse Man and the Beast when they brought him cake from the kitchen. It wasn't a bribe, it was a thank you gift. Outside the school, they were adults and many young men their age had married and had children.
Tommy treated them as men and not boys. In schools, harsh discipline was a mindless rule. Tommy treated them as a crew, each man doing his part. Partially because of his size and manner, his suggestions and requests were obeyed. He didn't need to order or demand.
Tea with Mr. Gilpin involved very little tea and a large bottle of whisky. Gilpin was an intelligent man of science and a poor judge of men. He had placed his hopes for advancement on Mr. Hill becoming the head of the school. Hill's bitterness rubbed off on Gilpin. Gilpin had hoped to make science into a major feature of the school. Dr. Guest had no interest in science.
Gilpin was a very reserved, emotional and driven man. Whisky played a role in his life. I think he may have had a few drinks before I came. After we drank our "tea" he became talkative, indiscreet and aroused. I did not discourage him. We stripped, and I felt even less prone to discourage him. He was muscular, in good shape, and well equipped even when soft. I took care of that.
I am gentle and careful when I wake up a man's member. When I first tasted his oozing sex juices, I reduced my efforts, only to rekindle the efforts when he calmed down. I think he was accustomed to a quick advance toward an orgasm. My, more playful approach was new to him, but intensely enjoyable.
The enjoyment seemed to make him more indiscreet. I think he had only recently discovered that he was Mr. Hill's flunky. Hill had dictated the offending letters, but Gilpin wrote them in his handwriting. That was after he had several drinks. Gilpin had seen Hill at the Whitehorse and recognized he was with a member of the Board of Governors. The man was reactionary and had almost had Gilpin fired for mentioning Mr. Darwin.
Mr. Wallace, Bellemot and Wilhelm had a taste for pranks. Gilpin thought these were getting out of hand. They borderline cruel. I had never been to a private school, and knew the pranks were closer to being vicious rather than cruel.
Gilpin suddenly told me to pull away, he was going to shoot. I took his seed and nursed his tool until he was fully drained. He told me that was a first for him. He fell asleep and I returned to the school. That evening I went to Tommy's cottage. He had been working all day, and had not had a chance to talk, but Alfred had been talking with the Beast. Alfred had been pissing in the woods when the Beast joined him and pissed too. The Beast became erect and Alfred mentioned he liked the display. They talked.
The Beast was an overgrown boy, who had been raised by a widowed mother and educated at home. When his mother died his Uncle discovered he was barely literate and he sent him to the Archangel Schools. He was not sophisticated or worldly. He was big, and the boys assumed he was a thug. That is why Bellemot used him. The Beast was trapped. The Summit Society were his only friends, and he had discovered he didn't like them, except for Mouse Man.
The Beast expected to be used. Bellemot, Wilhelm and the more aristocratic members of the society used his bum as a sperm dumping ground. Since the Beast and Alfred were in a secluded place, Alfred sat on his tool, and the Beast had his first hands free orgasm. The Beast offered to take Alfred's tool, but Alfred said no. He only screwed men who really wanted him. Alfred told me that the Beast didn't seem to know that men enjoyed sex other than at the orgasm.
The next day I had a chance to search Mr. Hill's rooms. He lived in the school's rear wing. I found letter from the Board member offering him the School Head position if he could get rid of Dr. Guest and as well as many of the unworthy teachers. These teachers tended to be the Masters who had helped after the wind storm. He seemed to be afraid of the pernicious effects of manual labor on gentlemen.
That evening I went to see Tommy. When I knocked on the door, Tommy cracked it open. "I'm busy now. You can either join us or comeback in an hour," he said. I told him I would be glad to join in. He let me in. He was naked with DeVeau and Donald, Mouse Man. They were naked too. I stripped.
"Donald wants it up his bum. DeVeau won't screw a student. I think I'm too big for him. Can you give him a poke? He wants it bad," Tommy asked.
"I'm not sure, but I will think about it," I said. "Is DeVeau ripe for poking?"
"I took everyone in the Summit Society for the initiation," Donald said. "It hurt, but I'm fine with it now."
"This isn't an initiation . Do you want to open your back door for me, or do you just want to please me?" I asked.
"I want it bad," he replied. He leaned over to suck my tool. I think he was at least partially sincere about that, so we went at it.
DeVeau was taking Tommy's tool. I guessed Tommy was too big, but desire can make the difficult easy. Donald opened the back door and welcomed my tool to his bum. It was easy for him. "Have you had a man's member in you before?" I asked.
"No, it's lovely," he whispered. "Are you going to pound me?"
"No, I want you to wiggle and bounce and get used to my tool," I said. Next to us, DeVeau moaned as his bum took the last inch of Tommy's tool.
"Mr. Phillips likes it as much as you do. Have you taken a cock that you have enjoyed before?" I asked.
"Only the Beast's cock," he replied.
"Did he seed you?"
"Oh yes, it was good." he answered. "He wasn't at all like Bellemot. "I want yours."
"Just keep on wiggling and bouncing. You are doing fine," I said. "How are you doing Tommy?"
"It's good here. I am a little afraid I may wear him out," Tommy replied.
"If I had been born with your tool in my bum, I would still be a happy man," DeVeau said. He began to shoot and that inspired Donald. We broke apart and Tommy's tool just touched Donald's hole. Donald shot off. His hole had not closed yet, and Tommy made a deposit in Donald. Everyone went home happy.
Two days later I was back at Portland Square reporting to the Bishop. I explained the situation.
"I was uneasy about Dr. Guest. He seemed to be aloof and uninvolved. I may bring him to the Cathedral. All is well there, and he will do no harm by changing things. I think I will assign Mr. Hill to missionary duty somewhere," the Bishop remarked.
"Perhaps a cannibal tribe needs him?" I suggested.
"Heavens no. I think he would love to be a martyr!" he exclaimed. "Are there other men who need to be disciplined?"
"One man has a problem with whisky. I don't think his life is beyond repair," I said.
"Mr. Gilpin?" he asked.
"I would be unwilling to betray a confidence," I said.
"I have several letters from him proposing that the school develop a focus on science," the Bishop replied.
"It s the late 19th Century. It seems that emphasis might well be overdue," I said. "There are other men who were involved."
"Helen Guest sent me a letter. Is she as perceptive as she seems to be?" the Bishop asked. I nodded.
"She has a skill at recognizing the unworthy," I said.
"She told me that she thought your techniques were successful if a bit unorthodox. The Lord works in mysterious ways, and if he, in his wisdom, has seen fit to reward you with success, I will not ask for the secrets of your success," he replied. "You may leave now. My Secretary has a tangible expression of my appreciation."
"Thank you, your Grace, I said as I bowed and left the room.
By the time I returned to the School, Mr. Hill and his associates were gone and Mr. and Mrs. Guest were preparing to go to the Cathedral. Mr. Guest thought it was a great promotion. The school was on a break so there were few students. I went to Tommy's cottage, and found Alfred, Donald and Anthony there. Donald and Anthony were no longer students and were going a university.
Gilpin came by with DeVeau to ask if Tommy would help him move to his new quarters in the school. I knew everyone inclinations, but they were unaware about my true role at the school. I told them of my meeting with the Bishop and that all was resolved. I also told them there was no record about the events and they were free to carry on with their lives, without worry. "You may have made mistakes, but they were just mistakes not mortal sins."
Tommy laughed. "I hate to tell you, but I wouldn't mind if we had some fun sinning!" he said. "We are all men who like to play with other men. Let's celebrate and trade some of the warm, creamy stuff."
Gilpin looked surprised and then smiled. "It's not alcoholic, is it?" he said.
"We're not students anymore," Anthony, formerly known as the Beast, said. He began to undress. It was a good night. DeVeau screwed his first former student, Donald. Anthony was the first student to deposit his seed in Gilpin's ass. I had a nice long ride on Tommy's tool and Alfred sampled everyone's home-made cream. All was well at the Archangel Schools.