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Dishonor to the School Part 2

There were two chairs placed in front of Mr. Otsuka's desk. The principal frowned at the two young boys sitting quietly in them. Alvin Brooke and Martin Steenkamp were two of the best players the Fuchida Tigers had known. However, the defeat of the team, and the subsequent discovery of the homosexual relationship between the two students had seriously damaged the school reputation. It would damage student enrolment, and thus decrease state funds allocated.

Mr. Otsuka closed his eyes and spoke. "Mr. Brooke and Mr. Steenkamp, it is a shame that you two had to throw away your lives like this." The elderly man opened his eyes and stared directly at the boys. There was no pity in his eyes. "But your actions leave me no choice. You must restore your honor, and the honor of our school by righting your wrongs." The principal stood up from his desk and walked over to a locked cabinet. The There was a brief pause as he rummaged through his vest pocket for the key, then the *click* of the cabinet being unlocked. Mr. Otsuka reached down and retrieved a katana and a tanto. He turned around and laid the two weapons on his desk. "Today, at 11:00 AM, I will call for a special recess. The school will convene in the gymnasium, and we will watch you two commit seppuku. Ms. Ritsuko will act as an assistant for both of you". The normally cheerful school secretary entered the office, a sad look on her face. "I'm sorry, boys", she said apologetically. She turned to the principal and whispered something in his ear. He nodded, and looked back at the two condemned teens as the secretary exited the office. "A broadcast team from the TV station is here to film, I've given them permission to broadcast your deaths to the prefecture". He raised his hand, and dismissed Alvin and Martin with a wave. "You have an hour, make your amends to each other, and leave a note for your families", he muttered.

The two boys stood up and bowed stiffly. They turned and marched out of the office and back into the waiting room. Ms. Ritsuko looked up from her typewriter and called the two over. "You two can stay in the nurses office until its time", she said quietly. "Thank you", Martin spoke for the first time. Alvin nodded, a thankful expression on his face. She watched as the two lovers quickly retreated to the quiet of the nurses office, a small smile on her lips. "Ah, youth", she said to herself, and turned back to her paperwork.

As Alvin closed the door behind them, Martin grabbed Alvin's collar and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Alvin let out a muffled squeak as the taller boy pushed him down onto a nearby bed, before surrendering his mouth to Martin's exploring tongue. Alvin felt his dick pulse and harden as Martin got down and unzipped Alvin's pants. There, Alvin's prick stretched the fabric of the boxers as Martin pulled apart the opening, letting it spring up as it was freed from the confines of the underwear. The outfielder closed his eyes and took Alvin's stiff member in the mouth, sucking and blowing as if posessed by the spirit of a nightwalker in the Tenderloin district. Alvin let out a girlish moan as Martin bobbed up and down, before nutting deep into Martin's mouth. "Let me return the favor", Alvin said as he moved over to make room for Martin on the bed. Martin swallowed the cum and wiped the traces from his lips with the covers, then nodded and pulled down his pants. Alvin grasped Martin's cock and balls and gave them both a quick massage, then placed the penis in his mouth, carefully making sure that only his lips and tongue made contact. Alvin took a slower approach, licking and kissing the tip for a minute before going deep.
Martin quickly came to a breaking point and grunted, pressing Alvin's head down onto his crotch as jizz shot out of his dick in thick spurts. They lay on top of each other, sweaty and spent.

The PA system crackled again, and the principals voice came over. "All classes will now meet in the gym for a special presentation". The two boys reluctantly got out of the bed and put on their uniforms one last time. They embraced each other, then walked out towards the gymnasium. The thought of running away didn't even enter their minds.

The school gymnasium was packed with students and teachers, along with the TV crew with their huge cameras and reels of tape. Ms. Ritsuko was up on the stage, the katana by her side. Mr. Otsuka nodded at the two boys as they entered the gym. Alvin and Martin walked up to the stage and turned to the crowd. They performed a bow, then knelt down. Martin went first, unbuttoning the front of his gakuran jacket, then his white shirt. Alvin looked over, and saw sweat drip off Martin's brow as his shaking fingers picked up the tanto by the handle. He placed the tip against his firm, toned abdomen, wincing as it pricked his skin. For a couple seconds, he paused, working up the courage to plunge the knife into himself. Martin took a gulp of air, closed his eyes, and shoved the tanto in. The knife sank into flesh, and Martin's eyes shot open wide. The 13 year old gasped in pain, then clenched his teeth and wrenched the blade across, slicing it open. Blood and intestines poured out of the vicious gash, and Martin let the tanto fall from his hands, now preoccupied with the internal organs plopping out onto his lap. Martin leaned forward, presenting his pale neck to Ms. Ritsuko. The mild mannered secretary unsheathed the sword and slashed down, slicing through Martin's neck, but leaving a slim sliver of skin and muscle to connect the head to the shoulders. Alvin winced as his lover's hot blood sprayed across his cheek, twin jets of crimson red jetting out of the nearly decapitated boy.

As Martin's body slumped over, Alvin looked down and reached for the bloodstained tanto. His fingers brushed over Martin's, and for a moment he remembered the first time they had kissed, the sensation of Martin's hands closing over his own. He suppressed his grief and picked up the knife. The handle was wet and sticky. Alvin's heart pounded within his ribcage. Despite his initial determination to carry out his duty, Alvin felt terror. The 13 year old didn't want to die. Only the threat of his family being punished gave him the resolve to continue. Like Martin, he undid the front buttons of his uniform, revealing his athletic body. He placed the tip of the blade against his firm belly, instinctually sucking in his stomach in an effort to avoid getting pricked. Alvin closed his eyes and breathed in, one last time. The boy gripped the short knife and in one decisive move, plunged it in deep. Raw, hot pain exploded in his torso, and it took all of Alvin's considerable willpower to refrain from screaming. Sweat drenched his dress shirt as he clenched his teeth and pulled the tanto across his abdomen. He felt hot fluid run down his pelvis and soak into his pants. Nauseau swirled around his head, and he suddenly felt weak. Alvin dropped the tanto and followed Martin's lead, leaning forward and exposing his neck. Ms. Ritsuko eyed her target, and with a determined shout, struck with a powerful downward slash. Like last time, she was precise enough to leave a small sliver of connective tissue between Alvin's head and his body, which remained in a sitting position as blood burbled up from the large cross section of neck exposed to the elements. That was followed up the half digested remains of pancake and egg as the half beheaded boy expelled the contents of his stomach violently. The secretary stepped back as Alvin dropped to his side, arms wrapped around the thick tubes of intestine slipping out of his stomach cavity.

Ritsuko took out her own tanto and sliced away the connective tissue on both Martin and Alvin, raising both heads up high for the TV cameras to film. Gently, she laid both severed heads onto a pillow provided by Mr. Otsuka, who had every intention of preserving the heads to be displayed in the sports trophy cabinet in the hallway of the school.