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 The next day at morning break a message started circulating that there was
to be a meeting in the fourth year dining hall at 12.30pm.  I was pleased
with this, although it meant that we lost our recreation time, at least
there would be no bullying.  All morning kids had been giving me knowing
looks and winking at me because of the events in the park the previous day.
The third and fourth year dining halls were separated by a concertina door.
As I approached it at 12.25pm, it was almost closed, but there was just
enough room to walk through.  I walked through the door and turned right
because I would be expected to be on the stage as I was a form monitor.  I
looked towards the stage to see if the teachers were there yet.  Then
stopped and took another look.  There were no teachers.  Not one anywhere
in the hall.  There were around two hundred kids in there, not a single
adult.  On the stage were the red headed boy and a couple of his cronies.
This was a meeting I did not want to be a part of.  I turned to leave.  The
door had been closed behind me and two boys were standing guard.  "Up here
Wynn", the red head said in an assured voice, "You will be needed up
here."I had a feeling of dread as I climbed the steps to the stage, when I
stood on the platform the room went quiet.  "Have you got any fags on you?"
he asked in a friendly tone.  "Er no I don't smoke, sorry." "You'd better
not have now.  Search him." I was roughly handled while the other two boys
on the stage went through all my pockets, as I did not smoke; they found
nothing of interest apart from a few bits of small change, which the red
head pocketed.  "You forgot his shoes, I quite often hide stuff in my
shoes, take your shoes off Wynn." I bent down to unfasten my laces and a
buzz of low conversation went round the hall, which had become silent.  I
stood upright again and removed my shoes with my feet.  One of the boys,
picked them up and held them high in the air.  "Ok, who wants a pair of
nerdy shoes?  20p for them?" "Hey, you can't just..." I started to protest.
A heavy slap across the back of my neck told me to shut up.  "10p then?"
The red head was smiling now.  "Come on I need some cigs, ah, thank you
sold to the lovely Andrea.  My heart sank, not just at the thought of
losing my shoes, but at the thought that Andrea was the one to buy them. 
The red head threw my shoes into the crowd, and then I saw her.  She did
not keep the shoes but threw them further back into the crowd till I
eventually lost sight of them.  "Who needs a tie?  10p, come on, 10p for a
tie that's not bad, who wants it?  " That is when I realised, all this had
been a set up.  They knew I would come to the `meeting', they had started
to sell my clothes, and with Andrea in the audience, who knew where they
might stop?  "That lad just bought your tie.  Take it off and throw it to
him".  "No I will not".  I was going to make my stand.  I had no intention
of handing out my clothes so that the redhead could afford his next packet
of fags.  "Either you take your tie off, or in future the buyer collects".
I stood working out what he meant for a second.  It was a second too long.
"Come and collect your tie, give Andrea your 10p".  The boy was a little
unsure of himself, but knew better than to argue, so he made his way up
onto the stage.  Four hands suddenly gripped my arms, and the boy
unfastened and removed my tie, then made his way back into the crowd.  "It
has to be 50p for the jacket, look it is brand new, any takers?  Buyer to
collect." I found myself looking around the hall to see if anyone wanted to
buy my jacket.  Two boys counted some change together and climbed onto the
stage.  One hand gripped my shirt collar, and another caught hold of my
hair.  The two boys quickly took my jacket off and ran back down the steps.
To my horror, as the boys made their way back, Andrea was walking slowly up
the steps smiling at me as she climbed.  She walked up to me and put her
hand on my shoulder, looking into my eyes she slid it down across my
stomach and as it reached my trousers, she hooked her finger into the waist
band and gave it a slight tug.  "Who wants me to take his shirt off?" She
looked round, nearly every one in the hall had their hand up.  "50p then,
that's all it takes, 50p and off it comes." The control these bullies had
over the pupils in this school was such that they were open to any
suggestion they made so long as it did not hurt them.  She looked at the
red head, "ooh, look Dave, there is loads here; I bet there is £1.50." She
went behind me and draped her hands over my shoulders.  Her fingers were
fumbling, but soon she found her mark, she was slowly unbuttoning my shirt.

   Andrea moved her hands lower so they came under my armpits, and started
to unfasten the third button, David, the red head, moved forward.  I don't
know if he kicked me or used his knee, but the force that hit my balls
caused incredible pain in places I did not know could hurt so much.  I
doubled up and gasped, he got hold of my shirt collar and yanked it towards
him.  The shirt was half way off in that one move, the second pull had it
clear of my torso.  And finally he pulled it off my arms.  "There that was
quicker wasn't it?" Andrea got a handful of my hair and pulled just enough
to cause discomfort, my legs were still weak with the pain from my groin.
David threw my Shirt behind him, off the stage but to no-one in particular.
A few people seemed to move towards it, and then it vanished from my view.
"Drop your pants", David smiled as he spoke to show that he was enjoying
himself..  Andrea was moving her hands all over my naked upper body,.  I
felt myself starting to get aroused.  "Drop `em or I'll knee you again."
Every body in the hall was watching me now wondering what I was going to
do. I had no choice.  I did not want to feel that pain again.  I moved my
hands towards the catch on my trousers.  "Come on, we have not got all
day", he snapped.  I felt the waistband give as the catch released.  I
slowly pulled down the zip, being careful not to move my underwear at the
same time.  I stood on the stage, with my trousers round my ankles; my
tight briefs were tenting at the front as I got more and more aroused. 
Andrea was still moving her hands across my body, but was slowly getting
lower and lower, one or twice she had ran them over my underpants. 
Suddenly she brushed against the fabric that was stretching over my
erection.  She whispered into my ear, "Turn round and face me." She put two
fingers under the waist elastic of my underwear and pulled me gently round.
I heard a mummer from the crowd behind me, and a giggle or two.  "Take them
off".  David instructed, he was still behind me.  I hesitated, Andrea
cupped her hand under my testicles and started to squeeze my still tender
balls.  I found my hands were moving of their own accord.  I was completely
numb as I took down my underpants.  "Step out of them." The command came
from behind me.  Andrea put her hands on the back of m neck and pulled
downwards so that I was bending over, then pulled my hair towards her.  I
heard a loud crack, and a fire suddenly raged across my bared rump, then a
swishing noise and another pain a little lower down my backside.  Andrea
still holding my hair, turned me round so that her back was to the crowd,
but I was facing them.  "Stand up straight you whimp.", she commanded.