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16 December 2017 All-City Christmas Concert pat 4 by Zyngaru
By: Jack Date: December 16, 2017, 4:54 pm
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[center]Part 4 by Zyngaru[/center]
Monday I begin the grind of becoming a solist. Either the
Director or Maestro pick Ignacio and I up from school and take
us to the auditorium. I go into one practice room and Ignacio
goes into another. I will practice my solo with the Director
for an hour, while Ignacio takes vocal lessons from Maestro for
an hour, and then we switch places. The Director is on me to go
higher and higher with my vocals. Maestro is drilling me on how
to get higher and higher with my voice. Of the two, drilling
with Maestro is the hardest. The first thing he does is have me
remove my shirt so I am naked from the waist up. Then while I
do scales, he pushes in on my belly and sometimes my chest when
I go for the higher notes.
By Wednesday the other boys show up to rehearse with the
Director and Maestro together. The choir boys practice after
Ignacio and I have had our time with them. That leaves us with
nothing to do, and the Director doesn’t like anyone not having
something to do.
When the rest of the choir enter the practice room, the Director
gives us something to do.
“Ignacio, take Edison up into the choir loft and help him with
his solo. He needs extra help getting to the high notes. I’m
sure you can get him where he can reach them. You did wonders
with Flynn last year.”
I look over at Flynn and he is giggling. That can only mean
something weird is about to happen. We take off for the choir
loft. I see a janitor sweeping the stage as we walk past. Once
we are in the loft, Ignacio takes control.
“Sing your solo, so I can hear what you got.”
“We’re walking in the air........
We’re floating in the moon.......lit sky.
The people far below....are sleeping as we fly.......
Suddenly......swooping low........on an o....cean deep.......
Arousing of.........a mighty mon......ster......from its
sleep..........”
“Stop. Stop. Not high enough. You got to go much higher.”
“Ya that’s what Maestro is trying to get me to do.”
“He pressing on your belly while you do scales?”
“Ya. How did you know?”
“That’s what he always does. It doesn’t work. Take your
trousers and boxers off.”
“What? Here? What for?”
“Edison. You have to be the slowest kid in the world. Three
questions after I tell you to do something. While you are
taking your clothes off, hand me your sneaker.”
Please Ignacio, not here. We’re right out in the open. Anyone
could come in the auditorium.”
“You should’ve thought of that before questioning my
instructions. Now get them off and get across my lap.”
I do as Ignacio tells me, knowing that I do not have a choice.
Once I am naked from the waist down, I lay across his lap and
Ignacio wastes no time, in smacking my bare butt with my own
sneaker. I yell out of course. On the second smack, in walks
the janitor to sweep up here on the loft.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“No! Go ahead and sweep up. I’m just taking care of a
disobedient choir boy. Don’t let us stop you from doing your
job.”
Ignacio then smacks me again and tears are coming to my eyes.
The whole time Ignacio is smacking my bottom the janitor is
sweeping and watching me get my butt whipped. When Ignacio is
finished with my bottom, I am crying pretty hard.
“Stand up, hands on your head. Once you get control of yourself
we will continue with your solo.”
Hence, now I am standing with my hands on my head, which raises
my shirt tail up, so my tiny penis is in full of the janitor and
he is getting a good long look at it. He doesn’t seem to be in
any hurry to get this small choir loft swept.
“Sing your solo again.”
I almost get my arms down, but not quite.
“Put your hands back up where they were. I didn’t tell you to
take them down.”
Ignacio walks behind me and smacks my butt with my sneaker.
“You will learn sooner or later. Now sing.”
I start singing and I get to the really high notes and just as I
am singing them, I feel fingers grab my penis, pulling it hard
and I go really high.
“That is how you learn to sing higher. Do it again, but this
time don’t stop singing, keep going to the end.”
I sing and every high note Ignacio pulls my penis. I have to
admit that I am singing higher. When I finish, I look around
and the janitor is gone. I sing through my solo two more times,
before the boys of our choir come nto the auditorium and come up
to the loft. Every one of them stare at me standing naked from
the waist down and snicker.
“The director told us to come up here. He gave us numbers and
said you would know from our number which seat is ours.”
“Call out your number one at a time.”
“T1, B4, BT2, S5, ...”
Ignacio sat each boy by Soprano, Tenor, BariTone, and Bass. The
seat was numbered from left to right as you look at the choir.
“Okay. That’s your seat for all rehearsals and for the concert.
Remember which one is yours. What did the Director say for you
to do, once you have your seats?”
“He said we are done for the day.”
“Okay then. Off you go.”
Most of the boys leave. They did take a good look at me before
leaving, but a few stayed behind, including Flynn.
“What are you two doing? One of the tenors asks.”
“I’m helping Edison with his solo. He;s having difficulty
getting the high notes.”
“Is that why he ain’t go no pants on?” A bass asks.
“Yes. It’s a technique I use to help trebles sing higher.”
“Can we stay and watch? Maybe it can help me sing higher.” A
soprano boy asks.
“Suit yourselves.”
I give Ignacio a dirty look. He knows exactly what I want to
say. To my credit though, I keep my mouth shut. The last thing
I want these guys to see is Ignacio smacking my butt with my
sneaker.
“Edison, once more. Sing through your solo.”
“Ignacio may I do the technique on Edison?”
Flynn is grinning from ear to ear as he is asking to play with
my penis in front of everyone.
“Sure Flynn.”
I sing my solo and Flynn pulls my penis on every high note. He
even gives it a tug on the ones I can hit without my penis being
pulled. The other boys are watching the whole scene in awe.
From down below the Director speaks up.
“I knew Ignacio could get you to sing higher. I don’t know
exactly how he manages it, but I haven’t found a singer yet that
he can’t get to sing higher.”
All the boys except me laugh. I blush. With the banister
running across the front of the loft, he can only see me from
the waist up. If he were able to see me from the waist down, he
would know exactly how Ignacio performs his miracles.
“Okay boys. Come on down. Time to go home.”
I look over at Ignacio before moving.
“Go ahead and put your clothes back on.”
“Thank you.”
This is how every weekday goes. I leave school to come to the
auditorium for my lessons and then practice my solo with
Ignacio. Saturdays all the choirs come together to rehearse.
We sing a full set in the morning. Break for lunch and then
sing a full set again in the afternoon, before being released.
The Director usually has work he has to do, before he can take
us home, so we are on our own until he is free. Ignacio likes
to hang out with the Director so that leaves me and Flynn to
entertain ourselves.
I shouldn’t have been surprised that first Saturday, but I was.
Maybe I am as slow as they keep saying I am.
“Follow me Edison.”
Flynn leads me back to the robing room.
“Naughty boy, get your clothes off, I owe you a spanking.”
Flynn pulls out a folding chair and sits down, waiting for me
to strip naked so he can spank me. I stare at him dumbfounded.
When did Flynn become my Master?
“Come on slowpoke. We don’t have all day to play around. The
Director will be sending for us in no time at all. Chop!
Chop!”
So it’s a game. Why not play along. Heck, it means so much to
Flynn and he is a cool kid, so I strip off naked and walk over
to him.
“Okay! Naughty boy! Over my knee.”
I am almost twice Flynn’s size but I lay myself across his lap
with hands and feet dangling on the floor. Within seconds I
feel Flynn’s hand rubbing my butt cheeks. He seems to not be in
as much of a hurry as he made out to be. He is taking his time
rubbing my butt. Then the first slap comes. It is not anything
serious. Just a simple slap to my left cheek. Flynn stares at
his hand print on my white butt. Then he lands the second slap
and then a third and forth. On and on he goes. Flynn is being
slow and deliberate. At first, I feel very little from his
slapping, but as this continues I feel my butt getting warmer
and the slaps are beginning to sting. Once the stinging begins,
it doesn’t take much longer for me to try and cover my butt with
my hand. Flynn just slaps it away or even worse, he slaps my
thigh which for some reason stings so much more than my cheeks.
Every time I reach back to cover my butt, Flynn sends a sharp
slap to my inner thigh and I quickly pull my hand back to the
floor.
I can feel my eyes watering. Flynn is just eleven years old and
a small eleven year old at that. He is not spanking me very
hard, but for some reason my butt is on fire and I am crying. I
always believed it was all about how hard you whipped a boy to
make him cry, but now I know different from personal experience.
A slow personal spanking can bring you to tears. Occasionally
I turn and look back up at Flynn and he has a very serious look
on his face as he slaps my behind. Though when he sees me
looking up at him, he gives me a smile. I have to admit, Flynn
has a very cute smile. I know I will do anything Flynn asks,
just to get to see that sweet smile. I know every Saturday from
now until the concert, I will be back here in this robing room,
letting Flynn spank my naked butt, just so I can gaze on his
beautiful smile.
As I am dreamily gazing on Flynn’s face, the door opens and
Ignacio walks in.
“Time to go boys.”
Once I am dressed the three of us go and find the Director and
he takes us home.
This routine happens every week right up until the final dress
rehearsal and concert. Ignacio has me naked from my waist down
in the choir loft, practicing my solo, which I will never
actually sing, because Ignacio’s voice is holding up nicely.
Ignacio will have me sing, without pulling my penis and if I do
not hit the note, then he will pull me over his knee and spank
my bare butt. Then go back to pulling my boyhood again.
Saturdays after rehearsal, Flynn and I go back to the robing
room and Flynn spanks my naked butt. Sometimes Flynn will even
strip off naked. That is when I can see just how much he enjoys
spanking me. Flynn does not even try to hide his excitement.
He lets it poke me as he slaps my buttocks.
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Re: 16 December 2017 All-City Christmas Concert pat 4 by Zyngaru
By: Jack Date: December 16, 2017, 5:05 pm
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Sorry, I have made several attempts to prevent this from editing
the word 'pen is', including buying advertising credits, but
they don't want to allow it.
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Re: 16 December 2017 All-City Christmas Concert pat 4 by Zyngaru
By: Zyngaru Date: December 16, 2017, 6:24 pm
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[quote author=Jack link=topic=258.msg2259#msg2259
date=1513465502]
Sorry, I have made several attempts to prevent this from editing
the word 'pen is', including buying advertising credits, but
they don't want to allow it.
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That's okay Jack. I think it is permanently in their
programing.
But it is pretty easy knowing what the (****) is in my story.
It is either c-r-a-c-k-e-d if it is talking about their voices
breaking.
or p-e-n-i-s if they are talking about their little boyhoods.
I don't think I used the word n-u-d-e in the story but if I did
then it corresponds to naked.
If I had realized those words would have triggered the (****)
before I sent the story to you, I would have changed the word
out to it's counterpart.
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Re: 16 December 2017 All-City Christmas Concert pat 4 by Zyngaru
By: db105 Date: December 17, 2017, 11:19 am
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Thanks for another chapter. Boy, that director sure is oblivious
to miss all that spanking going on. I wonder what will happen.
Will the little monster's voice break so Edison will get to sing
the solo?
By the way, are there boy tenors and baritones? I thought all
boys were sopranos before their voice changes.
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Re: 16 December 2017 All-City Christmas Concert pat 4 by Zyngaru
By: Zyngaru Date: December 17, 2017, 12:30 pm
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[quote author=db105 link=topic=258.msg2278#msg2278
date=1513531161]
Thanks for another chapter. Boy, that director sure is oblivious
to miss all that spanking going on. I wonder what will happen.
Will the little monster's voice break so Edison will get to sing
the solo?
By the way, are there boy tenors and baritones? I thought all
boys were sopranos before their voice changes.
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There are boy baritones and basses. One of my nephews had such
a deep voice as a boy of 6, you would have thought he was a
midget. We always said he had a frog in his throat.
But in this choir, the older boys have went through or are into
puberty. This choir has boys from ages 9 through 17. Just in
this case Edison at 14 1/2 years old is a late bloomer so he
still has the Soprano voice. Where Flynn at 11 years old, has
started puberty to the point his voice has started changing.
In researching boy choirs, I discovered that choir directors are
actually worried that boy choirs may become a thing of the past,
sooner rather than later, because of puberty happening so much
earlier than it did in the past. In the middle ages, it was
common for boys of 16 to still be sopranos in boy choirs,
because puberty hadn't taken place yet. Now with puberty
commonly happening at 11/12 years of age and many times as early
as 9/10 years of age,. the pool of possible boys to sing as
sopranos in choirs is shrinking. That is why many choirs, that
once were all boy choirs, have began taking girls into their
choirs, so they can still have sopranos in their choirs.
Obviously the famous boy choirs haven't started this practice
yet, but it may happen in the future. Instead of having the
Wiener Sängerknaben, it might be renamed Wiener Sängerkindern.
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Re: 16 December 2017 All-City Christmas Concert pat 4 by Zyngaru
By: kalico Date: December 28, 2017, 5:01 pm
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Good chapter....
Hugs kal
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Re: 16 December 2017 All-City Christmas Concert pat 4 by Zyngaru
By: Adric Date: July 7, 2019, 5:00 pm
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This is one randy gang of choirboys...
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Re: 16 December 2017 All-City Christmas Concert pat 4 by Zyngaru
By: Zyngaru Date: July 7, 2019, 5:39 pm
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[quote author=Adric link=topic=258.msg13708#msg13708
date=1562536846]
This is one randy gang of choirboys...
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Yep Adric. This is how I imagine boys choirs. Yes they sing
like little angels, but play like little devils.
The one thing I see that jumps right out at me when re-reading
this old story is all the mistakes I made in writing it. It
could sure use a good proofing and cleaning up.
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