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Chapter 10
by Matt
I awoke early, before my alarm had even gone off. Usually getting out of bed on a Monday was a chore, but for once I was looking forward to it. I wanted to get to school with Oli, wanted him to see how I was received by everyone, the massive shift that had taken place while he had been away. There was another reason I looked forward to it too – Mr Ferguson!
The PE Teacher was the first thing on my mind when I work up. I had a feeling he had been in my dreams, but couldn't quite remember. Either way, the thought of seeing him again filled me with joy. As I lay waiting for my alarm to signal it was time to get up, I let images of him fill my head. Surprisingly, it lead me to think about Mark and Oli, in particular the way they made me feel.
What I had done with Mark on Friday night had been exciting, fuelled by lust and a jumble of confused emotions. The things with Oli the previous day had been different, an expression of friendship, perhaps even an expansion of it. Thinking about Mr Ferguson though, it really wasn't the same. Mark was lust, Oli was affection, Mr Ferguson managed to be both. Yes, I wanted to touch him, feel those muscles with my own hands, make him gasp with pleasure, but at the same time I wanted to just feel him kissing me, holding me. I lay there imagining he was behind me, spooned up against me, whispering in my ear. Lost in the fantasy, I jumped when my alarm sounded.
Oli was waiting for me out on the street when I left the house. He surprised me with a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek. I felt a little nervous doing it so openly, but he didn't seem at all bothered. We walked to school casually, with him regaling me with his list of guys he wanted me to possess for his pleasure. I'm sure he knew he wasn't going to get them all, mostly because there simply wouldn't be enough time in the day to fit them all in.
As we entered the school yard, guys started coming over to talk to me, laughing about things on Facebook, chatting about what they'd done at the weekend and just generally being nicer to me than Oli had ever seen. He seemed to be basking in the reflected popularity too, seeming to mostly favour talking to the guys he had mentioned in his earlier list.
I looked around, expecting to see Mark but there was no sign of him. He was normally one of the earliest arrivers, often enjoying a quick game of football with his friends so his absence concerned me. I left Oli, engrossed in conversation with my admirers as an idea struck me. I headed out of the yard, towards the quiet spot where I had found him on Friday morning.
As I got there, I saw Mark sitting in the same spot as before. I saw a smile briefly flash across his face, almost a reflex to seeing me, before he forced a frown and looked away.
"I thought I might find you here." I said, walking over to him and kneeling down at his side.
"Go away." he said weakly, as if making himself put on a token show of resistance.
I ignored the request. "Mark, I'm so sorry. I completely understand you being pissed at me."
He looked at me, now appearing more confused than angry. "Yeah, that's the problem. I'm not."
"Yeah, that's..." I started, then paused and thought about it. I must have looked as confused as him. "Wait, why's that a problem?"
"Because after what you put me through, I should be... severely!" Mark explained. "But I'm not and I don't know why."
"Maybe it's because we're friends..." I suggested cautiously, not wanting to presume I knew his thoughts.
"Yeah, but are we?" he asked.
I shrugged. "Of course."
He looked thoughtful again, taking a deep breath. "We don't even know each other. You're virtually a stranger to me and if a stranger did the things you did, I'd kick his arse, but I don't want to kick your arse."
"Then... what DO you want?" I asked, unsure where he was going with it.
His face screwed up, as if hating his own thoughts as he looked at me. "I don't know. Friday was probably the worst day of my life, I never even knew I could feel that... sad, but then you held me and it all felt better. I felt like I wasn't alone, like there was someone else who actually understood me." He paused, taking several deep breaths, fighting back tears. "And then you go and tell me that stuff yesterday. It messed with my head. Suddenly I felt so incredibly crappy and all I wanted was for you to hold me again, but I couldn't, because you were the one who made me feel like that in the first place."
His words felt like a shard of ice plunging into my belly. I understood him being pissed at me, I just hadn't counted on the rest of his feelings. Knowing that he both wanted me and hated me at the same time felt almost disorienting.
"I should probably... leave you alone." I mumbled, standing up.
"No." he said firmly. He stood up, took a deep breath while looking straight up into the sky then exhaled as he looked at me. "You... you didn't have to tell me about it, you didn't have to do what you did for me on Friday and you didn't have to come here to check up on me, but you did them all anyway. I figure that's three ticks in the friend column and just one big cross for the other crap you did, so I suppose you come out ahead overall."
I looked at him, confused about where he was going with it. "What d'you mean?" I asked.
"I'm saying... I'm gonna give you a chance. I'm definitely pissed about what you did, but... if you hadn't done it, then I wouldn't have made friends with you and Oli. I mean, up until the bit where I wanted to hurt you, yesterday was really fun. I like hanging out with you guys." he explained.
I smiled. "So all is forgiven?" I asked excitedly.
He stepped forward and hugged me briefly, then said, "Oh, not by a LONG way, I'll get my revenge eventually, just you wait!"
I wanted to look scared, but just ended up laughing instead.
"So, tell me about how you did it then. Can you really control people?" he asked.
I had explained my secret to Mark before the first bell rang and quickly realised that it was becoming less and less of an actual secret. That was three people who knew about it now. On the positive side, it relieved some of the stress of trying to hide it. Oli got a little excited when he realised it was just another accomplice for him to use in getting more guys. What excited him more though was having Mark back in our little group, the two of them really had hit it off yesterday.
It was really nice to see Mark was so happy too. Paul and Lee had both stayed clear and nobody even mentioned any of the stuff from last week. We had just finished the last class before morning break when Mr Nealson stopped me.
"You're needed in the Headmaster's office." he said. The fear on my face must have been apparent as he added, "Don't worry, you're not in trouble."
I headed to the office as requested, then knocked and waited for a reply.
"Come in." a voice called out.
The Headmaster, Mr Proctor, was sat behind his desk. Not that I had much experience with Headmasters, but Mr Proctor seemed like a pretty good one. He always came across as fair and approachable, not at all scary, unlike the Deputy Head who stood to his side, Mr Reeves. That was a man nobody messed with! Sat opposite them, was Carl and two other adults who I assumed to be his parents.
"Come in Mr Taylor, have a seat." Mr Proctor said, gesturing to the empty seat beside Carl's parents.
Carl himself just stared at the floor, unable to look at either of the teachers or myself.
"What's... going on?" I asked nervously as I sat down.
"How are you feeling?" Mr Proctor asked, ignoring my question and looking from the cut on my forehead to the cast on my wrist.
I shrugged and replied, "I'll survive." I got an angry look from Mr Reeves, presumably over my almost dismissive tone, so I added, "But I'm getting better Sir, thank you."
"We asked you here to try and put all of last week's unpleasantness behind us." Mr Proctor explained.
"We just wanted the chance to make sure Carl has the chance to apologise." Mrs Anthony said from beside me. "Carl?"
Carl looked round at me. I expected him to look annoyed at being forced into it, possibly even embarrassed about it, instead he just looked genuinely remorseful. "I... I'm really sorry I hit you, Nick, and I'm sorry you got hurt."
"It's okay." I said back with a gentle smile. He smiled back briefly, then looked away again.
"There, much better." Mr Proctor said.
"Mr Anthony will receive two weeks of detention in lieu of his suspension." Mr Reeves explained.
"No." I said without thinking. If looks could kill, Mr Reeves would have had me dead in milliseconds. "I mean, I'm sorry Sir, I know it's not my place to tell you what to do, but Carl shouldn't be punished. Yeah, he hit me, but most of what happened was my fault. I went out of my way to provoke him."
"We're aware of that Mr Taylor, Mr Ferguson passed on your message to us about it, that's why Carl is even here instead of being suspended," Mr Proctor explained. I glanced round at Carl. He looked shocked. I'm guessing he didn't know that was the reason for his suspension ending early. Mr Proctor continued, "But violence at this school is unacceptable and punishments must be given."
Everyone's eyes fell back on me. "Then... let me share the punishment with him. I'm as much to blame as him, so I deserve the punishment too."
Mr Proctor sighed. "Your compassion is very inspiring young man, and hard to argue. Fine, detention for you both... for just one week!"
"Thank you Sir." I said. "May I be dismissed?"
He nodded his approval and I got up to leave, smiling politely to the two teachers and Carl's parents. I left the office and had just got out of the building when I heard someone approaching behind me. I turned to see Carl following me.
"Hey, I just... wanted to thank you." he said shyly. "You didn't have to do any of that, it was pretty cool of you."
"It's no big deal." I said with a shrug.
"It's a huge deal. You know I started it." he stated.
"Really, don't sweat it." I reassured him.
He still looked remorseful, now verging on outright sadness. "I thought I killed you!" he said out of nowhere. I just stared. "When I hit you... the way you hit the ground, the blood... for a minute I really thought..." He stopped and wiped away a tear, then coughed and tried to pretend it was just something in his eye.
"Sorry if I scared you." I said back sympathetically.
"I'm just glad you're okay." He looked down at the cast and added, "Well, mostly."
"Hey, like Mr Proctor said, let's put it all behind us." I suggested.
"But I started the argument and ended up hospitalising you, then you get me out of the suspension and take half my punishment. I just don't get you." he said, trying to figure me out.
I smirked. "Well you've got a week of detentions with me. I'm sure you'll have me all figured out by Friday!" I replied, then turned and headed towards the yard. I waved back at him as I walked and called out, "See you in detention!"
It turned out I got to see Carl a lot sooner than detention. I had just eaten my lunch with Mark and Oli and decided to go and see Mr Ferguson when I saw him again. He was on the path down to the PE Department surrounded by four other boys.
"Whadda you want?" He snapped at them.
I hung back, not quite sure what I was seeing yet.
"You put a kid in the hospital, now it's time to pay the price!" One of them said, advancing on him.
"Yeah, we don't like bullies in our school!" The second said.
"Hey!" I called out, realising what they had planned... and in my name, no less! "What the hell are you doing?"
"Nick!" the first one exclaimed. It surprised me that he knew my name, I certainly had no idea of his. "We're gonna get some payback for you!"
"No, you're not. Things are cool between me and Carl, no need for any of this." I insisted, then turned my attention to the second one. "And you... you don't like bullies, so you deal with it by bullying him? What kind of sense is that?" I demanded.
They looked at me. It was clear they just wanted an excuse to act like thugs, but even they couldn't find a reason to continue when the supposed 'victim' they were avenging was the one telling them to stop.
"Whatever." the first one said, walking away. He looked to Carl and said menacingly, "See you later!"
"HOLD IT!" I yelled, furious at the thinly-veiled threat. I marched up to him, realising how much bigger than me he was once I stood right in front of him. "You will NOT see him later. If you heard about what Carl did, then I'm sure you heard about what I did with Lenny, and he was a LOT bigger and tougher than you. Anyone tries any shit like this in my name, and I mean anyone, I'm holding YOU personally responsible! Understand?" I had no idea where the threat came from. I didn't know I had it in me but I stood there, staring him in the eye, unblinking.
Amazingly, he actually looked a little scared. "Fine, fine. We'll... back off." he said, stepping away from me carefully.
I turned away, smiled at Carl and continued towards the PE Department. By the time I got close to Mr Ferguson's office, the adrenaline rush from the confrontation died down and I felt myself shaking. I stood leaning on the wall, trying to calm down, eyes closed, taking measured deep breaths.
"Nicky, are you okay?" I opened my eyes and saw it was Mr Ferguson.
I stepped forward and put my arms around him, pressing my head into his chest. He paused for a moment, then raised his arms, putting them around my back. I could hear his heart beating. I focussed on that for a minute as I calmed down, then let go of him, blushing. "Sorry." I said. "Sorry, I just... had a run in with some guys and... it just shook me a bit."
He could still see I was shaking a little so he gestured towards the building and said, "Come in and sit down for a minute." I followed him inside and into his office. He took a seat and pulled up another chair just in front of him, patting it gently.
I sat down and explained what had just happened. Talking about it helped me regain my composure.
"Well it sounds like you got lucky. You've really got to be more careful, kid." he said, shaking his head.
"I know." I said sheepishly. "But I couldn't just let them hurt him."
He looked at me, still shaking his head. I wondered what he was thinking, was it something teachery or was he thinking something more... personal? Maybe about pleasuring himself while looking at me on Facebook? I hoped the latter, but it seemed unlikely.
"Hey, why were you heading this way anyway?" he asked, frowning.
"I just..." I started, wondering whether to make something up, but decided I wanted him to know the real reason. "I was coming to see you."
I'm sure I saw a hint of a smile, just for a second, but he retained his neutral expression, asking, "Did you need something?"
"No, I just wanted to see you. And I thought you might want to see me too." I said bluntly.
"Nicky, is this about what I said in the car?" he asked. "Remember, I said nothing's going to happen."
I decided to set a trap, or maybe more of a test. I stared at him and said, "Okay, I'll believe that... IF you can look me in the eye and tell me you haven't been thinking about me."
His stared at me, his cheeks burning. I had him and I think he knew it. He attempted to sidestep the pitfall I had set in front of him. "It doesn't matter if I have or not."
I wasn't letting him off the hook that easily. "So you have, then?"
He continued to stare, not wanting to make any kind of motion, knowing that I had his measure now. "Okay." I said, nodding. "I've got detention tonight. After I finish, I'm gonna go to the park so I'll be around the north entrance at about five. I'll either see you there, or I'll let it drop. Your call."
I left, leaving him in stunned silence.
We were in the last class of the day, one of the few that Oli, Mark and I all had together. I was sat at the back as usual with Oli. Mark was sat on the next desk along, sitting with Michael. The third desk at the back was empty. By this point, Oli had filled Mark in on every detail of my powers and what I had done with them. Needless to say he had been intrigued about how it worked. So far I hadn't had the chance to demonstrate.
I wrote something on a slip of paper and slid it in front of Oli. [Watch this ->]
Oli read the note and followed the arrow with his eyes, realising I had pointed it at Mark and Michael. He looked at me and smiled.
I concentrated for a moment and transferred into Michael. I looked back at Oli and winked, then dropped my hand below the desk onto Mark's leg. He jumped and stared at me in shock. I raised my hand and quickly wrote in front of him 'It's Nicky!' he stared round and saw the blank expression on my own face and Oli's smirking and realised it was me.
I dropped my hand below the desk again and stroked his leg. I slid my hand up to his crotch... he was already swelling. I pulled open the button on his trousers and slid down the zip as he sat there looking round nervously. With the trousers undone, I reached into his underwear and pulled out his erection, now solid.
I started stroking it, doing my best not to laugh as he did his best to hide his enjoyment. Oli's hand had slipped below the desk too, playing with himself as he watched. Thankfully the exercise we were working on allowed for a little chatter, so the room wasn't silent, otherwise I'm sure his quiet moans would have been heard.
Suddenly he raised his hand to his mouth, biting down on his finger to stop himself yelling out as his cock erupted in my hand, covering the underside of the desk with his spunk. I considered going straight back to my body, leaving Michael to wake up with his hand still holding onto Mark's dick, but decided I couldn't be so mean when he was just starting to forgive me. I pulled the hand away and licked a few drops of cum off, watching with amusement as Mark stared.
"Bye." I whispered and returned to my own body, leaving Mark to frantically try and cover up before Michael recovered.
Oli had to cover his mouth to stop himself laughing as he watched the boy struggle. He leaned back to me and whispered, "That was fucking awesome!"
Mark looked round at me too, his eyes wide with both shock and excitement. "Oh my God." he mouthed to me.
As the lesson ended I started regretting my nobility with Carl. I wanted to leave with Oli and Mark, talk to them more, see what Mark thought of his first experience with my powers... at least his first experience of being on the good side of them anyway.
They offered to wait around in the park for me to get out of detention, but I told them not to wait. I had decided not to tell them anything more about me and Mr Ferguson. I was starting to think something might actually happen, and if it did then I didn't want to risk anyone else knowing. The last thing I wanted was somebody letting it slip and him getting arrested!
I headed for detention, hoping it would pass quickly. I sent a message to my Mum and said I was going round to Oli's house. I figured that would buy me some time and she wasn't likely to check up on me either.
Detention did NOT pass quickly! Every second felt more like an hour. Carl had come to sit next to me, which had been a nice gesture. Unfortunately we didn't have a chance to talk though as we were forced to work in silence. I almost got the impression Carl had wanted to talk after detention, so I felt bad running straight off. I figured I'd have another chance tomorrow.
I headed for the park, almost running. We had been let out a bit later than expected and it was only a couple of minutes to five. I reached the spot I had suggested and looked around. What if he had been early? What if he had seen that I wasn't there and just left?Worst of all, what if he just didn't come? I stood, waiting. If seconds in detention felt like hours, here they felt like days!
"Come on, come on, come on." I kept muttering to myself, willing him to appear.
I checked my phone. Quarter past five. I decided to give him another five minutes. Fifteen minutes later I was still giving him just five more minutes.
"I mean it this time. Five minutes." I said to myself, setting a timer on my phone.
I remained motionless, desperately hoping to see his face before I heard the alarm. Sadly it just didn't happen. I turned off the alarm, looked round one last time and started walking. On the way home I could have cried. I had been so sure he would be there, I just kept imagining how it would have been, his arms around me, his lips against my own.
I was almost home when I heard a voice behind me, calling my name. I looked back and saw Mr Ferguson leaning out of his car window. I froze on the spot, just staring. He was here, he came! "Get in." he called out, then leaned over and opened the passenger door.
I ran over and got in, pulling the door closed behind me, staring at him as he started driving. I just stared at him as he drove. He had a strange look on his face. "I thought you wasn't going to come." I said, sighing with relief.
"I was there, at the park." he replied flatly. "I was down the street, I could see you."
"And you just left me standing there?" I asked, almost annoyed, despite my joy at seeing him.
"I'm sorry. I wanted to get out and come over to you, but... I couldn't." he explained. That was when I recognised the look on his face, he was afraid. "But when I saw you going home, I couldn't just let you go."
Worried about how scared he looked, I asked, "Are you okay?"
"I could probably be arrested, just for picking you up like this, so no, I'm not okay." he said back frantically.
"You haven't done anything." I said back. "But, if you don't want to do this, just pull over and I'll pretend this never happened."
He finally looked round at me as we stopped at a junction. "I want this!" he said with a clear look of resolve. He was still afraid, but was doing it anyway.
Neither of us spoke again until we pulled up at his house. He got out and headed to the door, I followed. "My housemate's away until Thursday, so nobody's gonna.... ya know." he said nervously with a shrug.
I followed him into the lounge. He sat on the sofa then just fixed his gaze on me as I stood nervously in the doorway. "You look really nervous!" I said.
"So do you! You can come in, you know!" he replied. I took a few steps inside the room but remained standing. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked.
"I don't... even know what this is!" I answered honestly. "Why am I here?"
"Oh God, I don't know." he said, burying his face in his hands.
I stepped closer to him and grabbed his his wrist, pulling gently and then indicating for him to stand when he looked at me. He towered over me and I had to look up at him. I smiled and said, "Let's make this really simple. Right now, do you want to kiss me?"
He took a deep breath, looking down at me, and nodded.
"Then do it!" I said bluntly.
He leant down, seeming to move in slow motion as his lips headed for mine. I found myself standing on tip toes to reach him just that little bit sooner. Our lips met. You know those cheesy TV shows where they kiss and suddenly there's a montage of fireworks going off and love hearts and all that sort of stuff? That's what it felt like happened in that moment. It was like the world ground to a halt. Nothing else could be happening at that moment, nothing else could possibly exist other than that kiss.
He pulled away, staring down at me, still looking terrified, but only for a moment before he smiled. A massive grin, as big as my own. His fear, my nerves, they all just vanished. He leant down to kiss me again, but this time put his arms around me, lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and hooked my arms under his. His chest was so broad that my arms barely met round the back. The kiss was so passionate, I could feel his hunger, his desire, but it remained so gentle.
I have no idea how long he stood holding me like that, but however long it was, it wasn't long enough. I wanted him to hold me forever, but I lowered my legs as he started to put me down.
"That was..." I said breathlessly, "I don't have a lot to compare it to, but that was... pretty amazing, right?" I rubbed my chest, the lift had made my ribs ache.
"No." he said, frowning at me. I stared, dismayed. "Amazing is a total understatement." he added, grinning.
I hit him in the stomach for teasing me like that, but had used my right hand without thinking. "Aah, fuck!" I yelped as a burst of pain shot through my arm.
"You okay?" he asked, placing a hand on my shoulder.
I just nodded, but he could see I was in pain, from the ribs and arm. He sat down on the sofa, the patted beside him. "Lay down here."
I did as he asked, sitting down on the sofa before rotating round and laying, resting my head on his leg. He reached down with one hand and started stroking my chest, right where it hurt. His fingers seemed to leech away the pain. His other hand found its way into my hair, playing with it casually.
I lay there looking up at him, while he looked back down at me. I probably could have made a move, reached for his crotch, groped him, played with his nipples, I knew he would have let me. Instead, I just lay there enjoying his caring caresses, taking in every inch of his beautiful face.
"I really like you... Mr Ferguson." I said, grinning as I said the name.
"I think you should probably call me Riley." he grinned back at me.
"That'll take some getting used to." I said, moaning gently as his hand slid across my chest again. "When did you know?" I asked.
"Know what?" he asked back.
"That you... liked me." I explained.
He grinned. "Honestly... that morning when you got attacked. You opened your eyes and looked up at me and it... just happened!" he blushed a little as he smiled.
"Remind me to thank Carl." I chuckled.
We stayed like that, chatting and touching, occasionally stopping to kiss for another hour.
"I need to get home." I said, scowling at the thought of leaving.
"Oh, no. You can't leave yet." he said, grabbing hold of me as I stood up.
"Why not?" I asked nervously.
"Because I need to kiss you again." he said, grinning as he pulled me into another kiss. This time it was me leaning down to him as he sat on the sofa.
"So that's what being tall feels like!" I joked as we parted.
He laughed and headed to the door with me. "I'll drop you off at your house." he offered.
As he drove me home, we agreed that we had to act normally at school. No sneaky kisses when we thought nobody was looking, no secret meetings, we had to appear entirely as a student and teacher, not as... whatever we were at that point. It was clear we both wanted more, but it just wasn't worth risking getting caught. I saved his number in my phone as 'Riley' rather than 'Mr Ferguson', just in case anyone caught a glimpse of my phone.
When we got close to my house, he pulled over. "I don't wanna get out." I said, pouting.
He reached across and ruffled his fingers through my hair. "I know. I don't want you to either, but we can do this again real soon. Maybe... more?"
I grinned at the suggestion, letting him know I most definitely approved. "Okay, I'll see you tomorrow then." I said happily as I climbed out of the car.
I virtually skipped home, so overflowing with happiness. I went through a checklist in my mind. Oli, things were great. Mark, everything was out in the open. Mr Ferguson... Riley, perfect. Carl, improving rapidly. Finally, everything was actually going my way!
If you enjoy this and want to read any of my other work, they can be found as follows
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Benny Takes Control - http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/benny-takes-control/
The Dangers of Desire (sequel to Benny Takes Control) - http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-dangers-of-desire/
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The Art of Seduction - http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-art-of-seduction