Sebastian - The Male Escort, - Part 1 of 6 - Sex Stories

Sebastian - The Male Escort, - Part 1 of 6

... could see the thoughts flashing through is mind as I sat there in front of him. Either Simmons went, or the police became involved and god only knows where that might lead. So, in one last attempt to salvage something from this shipwreck which I had brought upon him, and before, in sheer desperation to save his own skin and throwing Simmons to the dogs, he made one last attempt and said, ‘Mr Crowther, please try to be reasonable. It is now late afternoon and Mr. Simmons cannot leave today. Surely we can sort something out so that the leaves, say, at the end of the month and that way the whole thing can be allowed gently to fade away.’” “He was about to go on, but I cut him short. “Headmaster, I have given you what, in modern parlance, is called the ‘deal’. As it is late in the day, Simmons may stay in his rooms tonight, but tomorrow morning he leaves before noon. That will give him time to put together a few essentials to take with him, and the rest of his belonging will have to be packed up by the faithful Mr. Hickman, the school janitor and general factotum, and sent on to him. That is ‘the deal’: you get rid of Simmons today and have a chance to save your own skin. “ "I was really being very brutal with th headmaster at this stage, but I thought that I had already burned my boats, so I may as ell go on to the bitter end." "'But where is he going to go? Tomorrow is Sunday and there are no buses or trains. How is he going to get anywhere?’” “Headmaster, it is a matter ...

... of supreme indifference to me where Mr. Simmons goes or how he gets there. He can hire a taxi and check himself into some hotel to give himself time to collect his thoughts and let me tell you, he has a hell of a lot to think about. So headmaster, the choice is yours. Decide! Either Simmons goes tomorrow morning with no references or I go straight to the police right now!.” “'You drive a hard bargain, Mr Crowther. I will inform Mr Simmons of my decision. He leaves tomorrow.'” “A wise decision, headmaster! Things have needed straightening out in this school for a long time. Believe me when I say that there will be many a dry eye among the boys when they learn that Mr Simmons is no longer with us. Frankly, headmaster, his nickname, Slimy, was very apt and we shall all, my fellow masters and the boys, be glad to see the back of him: Simmons is an utter disgrace to our profession, which will be better off without him!” “On another matter, I now expect to see the punishment parade greatly diminished. As a start, I suggest you ‘pardon’ all boys on next Friday’s parade, who were put on report by the late lamented Mr. Simmons and that as you administer the cane to those boys remaining, who do truly merit a short sharp shock, you remember that you are correcting them and not, in fact, indulging your own sadistic nature on their buttocks. Is it really necessary, headmaster, that you apply the cane to their naked buttocks? Surely that is not necessary. Enough pain can certainly be ...