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The Kingswood Complication
Chapter 06
Sunday 18 September 2022
"No," Chris groaned softly, gripping tightly onto Danny. A quiet alarm had just gone off to wake Danny for his usual morning workout, and while Chris could normally sleep through it, today he had stirred slightly and immediately expressed his objection to his boyfriend's departure.
"I'm going to the gym," Danny whispered.
"No, stay!" Chris pouted.
"You know you'll just fall back to sleep anyway. You won't even notice I'm gone!" Danny insisted.
Chris opened his eyes. The sun was only just beginning to rise, but it was enough to illuminate the dorm as well as Chris' face. "Please," Chris pleaded, barely audible.
Danny stared into the dreamy pools of emerald green. When had he ever been able to say no to Chris? He knew it was pointless fighting, so he nestled back down with an arm around him. The thought of missing a workout made him feel physically uncomfortable, but the sleepy, affectionate teen cuddling up to him certainly made it easier to handle. "Fine," he conceded, "Just this once!"
"Yay," Chris cheered as loudly as he dared without disturbing Nicky and Mikey who remained asleep further down the dorm.
Last night had been difficult. The excitement of the move had kept the whole of Year 10 buzzing throughout the day, but as night set in the reality of the changes started to hit them. Despite the constant comments and reassurance that it wasn't THAT big a change, it still felt massive. Sharing a room for three years had made the arrangement `normal' to them and a few discrete tears had been shed as the boys in all the Year 10 boys settled in for their first night of the new normal.
"Waking up with you kinda hits different now," Chris said wistfully.
"Cos of the move?" Danny asked curiously.
"Cos you're my boyfriend!" Chris replied with a dopey grin.
Danny chuckled as he nodded, then tilted his head over to kiss Chris gently. It was a delicate, casual kiss, neither a precursor to anything else nor a proclamation of anything bigger, just a happy, comfortable embrace. "I can't believe it's been almost three months already!" he said as they parted.
"Three amazing months!" Chris corrected him happily before they shared another brief kiss.
"I can't believe you're actually still awake," Danny smirked.
Chris nodded as he smiled sincerely and said, "Hey, some things are worth waking up for!"
"Cute," Danny chuckled. They cuddled quietly for a few minutes, enjoying the new surroundings and the peace that only seemed to exist in the building at that time of day. Eventually Danny spoke up as he shuffled round a little to look more intently at Chris as he asked, "How's everything with Declan?"
"Hmm, pretty good I think," Chris replied thoughtfully. "He seems pretty settled and he's finally getting used to being locked, though I don't think he will be for long!"
"You think, or you hope?" Danny asked with a smirk.
"The first one!" Chris scowled, but it quickly cracked as he added, "And a bit of the second one! Hey, he's cute, so sue me!"
"So you never... have any trouble with, like... locking him?" Danny asked curiously. He had not spoken to Avery since he stormed out of the shower room on Friday night.
"No," Chris replied with a shrug before he caught on to the reason Danny was probably asking. He reached out to stroke a finger through Danny's messy, golden blonde hair before letting it stroke down his cheek before coming to rest on his chest. "Still having issues with Avery then?" he asked glumly.
Danny sighed as he nodded. "He just doesn't like me. And he resists EVERYTHING! He said he wasn't gonna let me lock him back up!"
Chris propped his head up on one arm as he asked, "So what did you do?"
Danny shrugged as he answered, "I made him!" As Chris frowned a little, he took a breath and said, "I pretty much told him if he didn't let me then I'd start doing his unlocks when the shower room's busy!"
"Oof," Chris flinched. "How'd he take that?"
"Told me he hates me and left," Danny replied sadly. "He's so annoying!" As he saw the doubtful look on Chris' face, his brow furrowed and he asked, "What?"
"Nothing. He's... he's YOUR guy. You know what's best!" Chris insisted.
"Clearly not," Danny grumbled. "Come on, let's hear it!"
"Well it just... it seems like you went too big, too quick!" Chris explained. "It's like dealing with the twins. They start feckin' about and there's lots of things I try – reasoning, bargaining, intimidating – but I know I've always got the big gun of telling Mam and Dad or Ash on them!"
"And?" Danny asked a little defensively.
"And if I do that, sure, they start behaving, but it just pisses `em off more and they're petty little feckers when they want to be!" Chris explained. "They love to push, so the bigger I go, they bigger they go in return! Knowing what you said Avery's like about his dick, it kinda sounds to me like you went straight for the nuclear option. It got you what you wanted, but you escalated it and Avery sounds like the kind of kid who'll just rises to that!"
"Well, he was being a right little shit!" Danny pouted.
"Remind me again which part of him leaving you tied naked to a bed for Mr Everett to find made you think he WASN'T going to be a little shit? Chris asked a little sarcastically.
"Ugh, I shoulda gone to the gym," Danny moaned, flopping back to lie facing the ceiling. Sensing Chris was still staring, he tilted his head and asked, "So what do I do then? Joseph reckons I need to get to know him but he doesn't want to talk to me, so that's kinda hard!"
"Well first you gotta apologise!" Chris insisted. As he saw Danny go to object, he quickly added, "I know he's a shit and should probably apologise too, but you're the big brother in this so you gotta act like it. Let him know you can deal with things without running to your mum and dad!"
"Fine," Danny pouted. "And then?"
Chris shrugged and said, "Well Joseph's rarely wrong. Just do what he said!"
"But how?" Danny scowled. "You can't get to know someone who won't freakin' talk to you!"
"Well if he's not talking, then that means YOU can!" Chris said with a nod. "Right now you're still a relative stranger... and one who threatens him too. He doesn't know you. You're the most amazing guy I've ever met. Let him get to see that and maybe he'll open up too!"
Danny thought for a moment then nodded. "How are you so daft at so many things but so good at this?" he asked playfully.
"Seven brothers and sisters, Danny. Seven!" Chris said seriously. "You think I've survived fifteen years of that without learning a few things?"
Danny smiled and nodded, then said dreamily, "My boyfriend's so smart!" He leaned in for a peck on the lips.
"And mine..." Chris started, pausing to smirk. "Is very pretty!" he finished, earning a playful slap to the chest for it.
"I swear Rob's trying to kill us!" Josh grumbled, panting.
"Nah," Mark said, shaking his head dismissively, barely breaking a sweat. "He's just showing off to Mr Hargreaves to make sure he picks him as captain again!"
"Maybe he's doing both!" Harley suggested with a snigger.
The usual Sunday morning rugby practice was a little quieter than usual as the Year 11 and 13s were in the process of moving back into the Home Building.
Josh groaned as he tilted his head one way then the other to stretch it as he said, "I blame the new beds. They suck!"
"What!?" Mark exclaimed, shaking his head.
"I know, right," Harley agreed, looking up at Mark who positively towered over him. "Best night's sleep I've had in years. And I do NOT miss the bunk beds!"
"Maybe mine's faulty!" Josh complained, still trying to stretch out some aches. "But hey, at least now I get to spend my morning running round out here like a moron!" he said dryly.
"Hey, we're just running around," Mark replied, "If you're doing it like a moron, that's on you!"
Josh scowled briefly, then sniggered and said, "Okay, that was a good one! But the beds still suck!"
"Ooh, who sucks, and can get a go with them next?" Gray asked, running up behind Josh as he heard the tail end of the comment.
"Nobody. Josh is just being a little Mr Crankypants this morning!" Harley said, rolling his eyes a little as he smiled at the new boy.
"Aww, is someone in need of a little pick-me up?" Gray joked, elbowing Josh playfully.
"Depends what you're thinking!" Josh said slightly nervously.
"Umm... clue's in the name," Gray sniggered before squatting down behind Josh. He shoved his head behind the smaller boy's legs, then stood, lifting him on his shoulders.
"Oh my god, put me down!" Josh giggled, grasping onto Gray's head to steady himself.
"Wow, you're even lighter than you look," Gray giggled. Looking to the highly-amused Mark and Harley, he invited them, "Join in, why don't ya!"
"I'm fairly sure I can lift him!" Harley said with a grin as he grabbed Mark's arm.
It got a laugh from the others that grew louder as Mark repeated what Gray had just done and lifted the diminutive boy onto his shoulders.
"Oh my god, is this what it's like to be tall? I could get used to this!" Harley squealed happily.
"I know right," Josh agreed. "Come on," he said as he squeezed his legs around Gray. "On with practice!"
Gray laughed and replied, "Don't underestimate how willing I am to drop you on your face!"
"I wanna see Josh dropped on his face!" Harley called out. "It might improve it. Mark! ATTACK!" he commanded his human steed, pointing ahead.
Mark happily complied, charging forward to try and let Harley tackle Josh.
"AHH! Cheese it!" Josh demanded, keen to avoid any more bruises.
Gray responded promptly by running away from the other two.
"WHAT'S GOING ON OVER THERE?" Rob called out as he saw the shenanigans.
"TEAM BUILDING EXERCISE!" Gray called back, getting a laugh from the other three.
"UGH, WHATEVER!" Rob called back.
The game quickly prompted the rest of the team to try and copy, but with very few `small' boys in the Year 10 team, it mostly consisted of failed attempts at piggybacks and a lot of falling over. Harley managed to dethrone Josh, who quickly got revenge by pulling him off Mark's shoulders before climbing on to take his place.
When Rob finally called an end to the playing, having genuinely seen it was actually a fun bit of team building, he called the team together to discuss drills for the rest of the practice.
Mark approached the group with Josh still on his shoulders. Gently lowering the red-faced and sweaty Josh to the ground, he laughed at the smaller boy as he asked, "What are YOU out of breath for? I was the one doing the heavy lifting!"
Josh shrugged with a smirk as he said, "Hey, being this sexy is tiring work!"
"Ha," Mark laughed at the comment, but casually draped an arm around Josh as they prepared to listen to Rob and said quietly, "Well you're clearly doing a very good job at it!"
"Shut up," Josh blushed, elbowing Mark playfully as he stood catching his breath.
*****?
With half of Year 10 at rugby practice and a bunch more off at cooking club, most of the others had gathered in the new Year 10 Common Room, enjoying the novelty of a space reserved just for them. Danny would have been happy to have stayed, especially with Chris, Adrian and Nicky present, but he knew he needed to sort things out with Avery sooner rather than later and had wandered off to find him.
It was strange walking into the first floor Common Room, a space shared between the Year 7-9s. The fact everything was new, but looked basically the same was weird enough, but knowing it wasn't HIS Common Room anymore after three years of using it just felt bizarre. Much like the room he had just left, this one was filled with the boys who didn't play rugby or attend cooking club.
Sat in the far corner he spotted Avery, sitting with Leo and Axel. The other two boys spotted Danny quickly and seemingly said something to Avery who looked round briefly, scowled and then looked away.
"Morning lads," Danny said with a smile as he approached the trio.
"Morning," Leo replied politely, while Axel just smiled and nodded and Avery didn't respond at all.
"Avery, can we go and talk somewhere else please?" Danny requested softly.
"We don't got a meeting, so no! Piss off, DANIEL!" Avery replied sharply.
Danny barely managed to hold back his knee-jerk reaction, coming dangerously close to saying, `Well we can talk about your tiny dick in front of your mates if you like!' but he knew that would only inflame the matter further. Instead, he went with a different tack and looked to Leo and Axel as he requested, "Could you give us some room then, please?"
Not emboldened by anger like Avery, the two boys nodded compliantly to the Year 10 mentor and shuffled out of their seats. As they scurried off to the other side of the Common Room, Avery shouted after them, "Traitors!" He scowled at Danny and said, "I'm going too, then!"
"Avery, please," Danny requested, reaching out to grab the younger boy's wrist.
Avery snatched his hand away from Danny, scowled again and huffed as he snapped, "WHAT? Am I... being punished for being rude to you? You maybe wanna threaten me some more? Maybe arrange a public beating or something?"
"No, I actually wanted to apologise," Danny said quietly.
Avery stared back at him for a few moments, scrutinising every inch of him, seemingly looking for the trick or deception. "Go on..." he eventually prompted, eyes narrow.
"Look, I know how you feel about..." Danny paused, again knowing that saying the wrong thing would only make matters worse, so he skirted around it by saying, "Certain things... being seen by other people. It was... really not cool of me to threaten you with it the way I did, and I'm really, very sorry!"
"Whatever," Avery huffed as he sat back in his seat, arms folded.
"No, not whatever!" Danny said, already feeling himself getting annoyed by the boy's attitude. He let out a deep sigh and said, "I know I pissed you off with what I said, but... I really don't know what else I've done to make you dislike me this much and I really wish you'd tell me so I can try and make it better!"
Avery shrugged without making eye contact.
"Look. It's like I said the other day, I'm gonna be around for the next four years you're here and even if you don't want to be friends, I'm still gonna be your mentor and I'm never gonna stop trying to look out for you!" Danny insisted. "You can make it as hard for me as you like, but... well, I've faced tougher things than a kid who doesn't like me and I've never given up yet!"
"Oh yeah? Like what?" Avery asked accusingly. "I don't think having too many dicks to suck really counts as tough! You haven't got a fucking clue!" he scowled.
"You're right," Danny nodded. As he saw Avery look mildly confused, he shrugged and said, "I really don't have a fucking clue what counts as tough to you. I think the things I've been through are tough, but... I'm not you, so who knows!"
Avery clearly looked taken aback by the comment. He was used to people acting like they knew everything, like they actually understood how he felt and what he thought. Danny actually admitting he didn't was... surprising. His expression softened slightly for a moment before he frowned again and said, "Go on then. What's supposedly so tough for you?"
"I may as well start with the big one," Danny shrugged. "Nearly two years ago, I was paralysed!" He knew he could go into more detail, but he knew dangling the verbal equivalent a clickbait was likely to draw the boy in.
"What happened?" Avery asked, curious and shocked in equal measure.
"It actually happened here, at school!" Danny started. "Me and a friend were out in the woods and the ground pretty much opened up beneath us and we fell into an old, abandoned tunnel!"
"Woah!" Avery exclaimed, staring at Danny wide-eyed.
"Yeah, we were trapped underground for several hours and I'd hurt myself in the fall and couldn't move," Danny explained. Aside from the rapt attention he was not getting from Avery, it actually felt good to be able to talk about the accident without going to pieces. "We both nearly died but they found us and I spent a long time in hospital and then in physio and now, I'm better!"
"Wow!" Avery exclaimed, shaking his head a little. "I mean... I guess that's... kinda tough!"
Danny was happy to have softened the boy's resolve a little, and he had plenty more stories he could share, but perhaps now that Chris' advice had started to pay off, it was time to listen to Joseph. "So that's what's tough to me," he started, then cocked his head sympathetically as he asked, "What's tough for you then?"
"Nothing," Avery said, sitting back in his seat again. "Don't wanna talk about it!"
Danny nodded gently. Could he get something out of the boy if he pushed more? Probably. But the risk felt too great after finally making a slight hint of headway. "That's okay, you don't have to," he said softly. "And like you said, this isn't a proper meeting, I mostly just wanted to say I'm sorry and make sure you're okay."
Avery just stared back at him, now more pensive than angry.
Danny gave the boy a smile and said, "Maybe you'll wanna talk more at our next meeting... or maybe you won't, it's good either way, but sorry again. I'll try to be better!" He slid out of his seat and stood up. He paused a moment to see if Avery would say anything else, but when he just got more silence he started to walk away.
"I'll..." Avery started but paused as Danny stopped and looked back. Looking a little sheepish, he said quietly, "I'll try to be better too!"
Danny smiled at Avery and nodded happily before heading out.
Mr Rubeus Warren, or simply `Ruby' as he insisted the students call him, had been quite delighted to see so much interest in the new Art Club. Having spent years overseeing Drama Club, the recent staff moves meant he was able to leave that in the very capable hands of the school's new drama teacher. Unlike most of the other clubs which had at least one mandatory meeting each week, along with some optional sessions, Art Club was entirely optional, with five sessions each week where any students could come along and have the freedom to create whatever they desired.
Ruby remained on hand to offer advice when needed, critique when sought, and ensure the boys had whatever they desired to make their creations. Most worked on paper or canvas, with oils, watercolours or acrylics, a few dabbled with clay and one of the Year 13s had even enquired about acquiring the tools and materials to try carving out of stone!
As Ruby floated around the room airily, enjoying the calm creativity of the studio, he came to a stop as he saw Josh sat hunched over, his chin propped up on one hand, staring at a blank canvas. Smiling at the familiar pose, he said jovially, "It's like you were carved by Rodin himself!"
Josh frowned at the teacher and asked, "The Godzilla bird monster thing? He's a sculptor?"
There were some sniggers from other students nearby as Ruby closed his eyes for a moment and shook his head. "That's a different Rodin, Josh!" he said wearily as he opened his eyes.
"Oh!" Josh nodded, then looked even more confused by the comment and asked, "Then, umm... what?"
Ruby sighed again and said, "The way you were sat, it was reminiscent of one of Rodin's most famous works, a sculpture known... rather ironically I'd say now... as The Thinker!"
"Ohhh! That one!" Josh nodded, vaguely remembering it from class.
Ruby gently took a seat beside the boy, then glanced to the empty canvas and asked, "Awaiting inspiration, are we?"
Josh pursed his lips thoughtfully as he nodded. Art had been one of the subjects he had developed a real love for after gaining freedom from his abusive family in Year 7. No longer living in fear of their abuse and ridicule, he had really begun to find himself and art class had been one of his more successful subjects. When art club had been announced as a new activity for the year, he had jumped at the chance, but having now attended a few times, he was yet to even put brush to canvas. "I don't know what to paint!" he said with obvious frustration.
"What do you WANT to paint?" Ruby asked curiously.
Josh sighed and shook his head as he thought again, then answered, "I don't know. It's easy in class cos you tell us, like... we're painting this today, or this is the sort of thing I want you to do. I'm not used to..." He paused and smirked a little as he thought about the obvious jokes his friends would make at what he was thinking as he finished, "I'm not used to thinking!"
Ruby chuckled and nodded. It was not an uncommon problem he had found with his students. "Josh, encouraging students is literally part of my job, but I would hope you know by now I am not one for empty platitudes!"
"If I knew what that was, I'd probably know you don't do it!" Josh answered honestly.
Ruby smiled at the boy's innocent sincerity and explained, "It means I don't compliment where it's not due and I don't say nice things just to be nice!"
"Oh yeah, that's very you!" Josh nodded. "Definitely no empty platypus!"
Ruby went to reply but stopped himself and muttered, "One lesson at a time, Ruby!" He looked to Josh again and went on, "So knowing that I mean what I say, Josh, you can believe me when I say you are one of the more exceptionally talented students who was graced my studio. You have an artistic flair most people cannot even comprehend and an uncanny ability to put a depth of emotion into your work far beyond your years!"
"Umm... thank you!" Josh replied, not really following but able to understand the teacher was being very nice.
"Josh, you have something wonderful in here," Ruby said, reaching out to tap on Josh's chest. He smirked a little as he raised a hand to pat Josh's head and said, "Not always quite so much going on up here!"
"True dat!" Josh giggled.
"But you have the heart and soul of an artist, Josh," Ruby explained. "If, as you say, you're not used to thinking, then... don't! Don't think. Just... create! It doesn't need to be a masterpiece, it just needs to be whatever you want it to be. Understand?"
Josh smiled and nodded.
"Good man," Ruby said as he patted Josh on the back then stood up to float away across the studio to a Year 12 boy seeking his attention.
"Okay Josh. Let's do this shit!" Josh muttered to himself as he picked up his brush.
"I'm not jealous," Chris insisted as he wandered out of the library with the other book club members. "I'm just saying next meeting maybe have some consideration for the guys who DON'T get to cuddle up to their boyfriend while we talk books!"
"That's fair. I'm always happy to lend you Rob!" Jazz said with a grin as he walked along hand-in-hand with one of his boyfriends.
"I'd lend you James," David said with a smile, "But he's not much of a cuddler!" As he saw James go to object, he quickly added, "Unless it's with me, of course!"
"Good save!" James smirked. "Y'know, you could always try convincing Danny to actually pick up a book once in a while!"
Chris frowned at the comment and said, "D'you think Danny should try and convince me to play football?"
"Eww, no!" James recoiled.
"Exactly. He has his interests and I have mine and we'd never try to change each other!" Chris said back pointedly.
"Wow, that's you told!" Rob sniggered. "But he does have a point! It's not like you... FUCK!"
"I actually fuck quite a lot!" Chris sniggered, but quickly realised the sudden exclamation of shock was caused by the sight before them in the atrium.
Standing right in the centre were six naked boys, including Rob's little brother Milo.
"Oh my god, what's going on?" Rob demanded as he rushed over, barging past a few other students who were standing round to observe the punishment in progress.
All six boys were residents of dorm 1.01, currently standing in a circle to maximise visibility and embarrassment. Milo was accompanied by Avery, Leonardo, Declan, Devon and Jorge. Chris had quickly followed Rob over, concerned by the sight of his own protégé amongst the boys being punished.
"Milo, what's going on?" Rob demanded, then immediately blushed as it finally dawned on him that his little brother was naked. The boy was one of only two who were unlocked, and while that was a blessing in as much as it meant more freedom, it made him look even more exposed than the boys whose crotches were concealed by chastity devices.
"Fighting is not acceptable at Kingswood!" Milo replied meekly, his jaw quivering as he looked to be on the verge of bursting into tears.
Staring in a mixture of embarrassment, shock and fury, Rob quickly realised one of the other boys was looking at him too, his own mentee, Devon. "Oh, umm... are you... okay?" he asked the other boy.
Devon sighed and answered, "Fighting is not acceptable at Kingswood!"
Chris, who had had the same sentence parroted back to him by Declan, moved round the circle to join Rob. "What happened?" he asked, hoping the other boy had answers.
"I THINK..." David said quietly from behind them, "They MAY have been fighting!" He got an immediate furious glare from Rob that made him jump for cover behind James. "Oh!" he suddenly said, seeing his own Year 7 charge, Axel, standing nearby. He was clothed and seemingly not being punished. "What happened?" he asked curiously.
Rob and Chris turned to look at Axel too, hoping to get some answers.
Axel smirked at first, but stopped as he saw Rob's glare as he explained, "We were in the dorm and they started arguing over... I dunno, I think it was something about socks and next thing I knew they were at each other's throats."
"But not you?" Rob asked, his eyes narrowing at the innocent-looking boy.
Axel gasped slightly and shook his head, taking a step closer to David. "No, I wouldn't do that!" he insisted. "Fighting is... not acceptable at Kingswood!" he said, barely holding back a grin as the naked boys facing his way heard the phrase they had clearly been instructed to speak.
"Who made them do this?" Rob demanded.
Axel didn't need words to reply, he simply looked up to the first-floor walkway overlooking the atrium, where Mr Trent was standing. Rob immediately stormed off up the stairs.
"Hey," Axel whispered to David. "How does he compare to Rob?" he asked, nodding to Milo, specifically his crotch.
"Oh!" David chuckled. "It's... oh, that's kinda weird!" he said as he looked at the younger boy. To say the two siblings looked alike was an understatement. The three-year age gap always apparent, but the way Milo looked now was virtually identical to the way Rob had looked when David met him. "Yeah, they have the same willy!" he said thoughtfully.
Axel sniggered at the comment, earning angry glares from Milo as well as his other dormmates.
There was a sudden increase in noise in the atrium as the boys heading back from football practice began filing in. The sight of naked boys being punished always, and understandably, drew a lot of attention, but this was the first time any of the new Year 7 class had been punished and seeing naked boys in chastity always became a talking point for the older students.
"What's going on?" "What happened?" "What did they do now?" The questions all came at once as Danny and the other Year 10s got back and saw their proteges standing exposed.
Danny, Josh, Mikey and Nicky all rushed to their respective Year 7s but were all met with the same single sentence response the others had given, "Fighting is not acceptable at Kingswood!"
Their responses to the naked boys varied greatly. With Danny working on improving his relationship with Avery, he resisted expressing his annoyance and disappointment in the younger boy. Mikey was shamelessly teasing Leonardo for being daft enough to end up like that, while simultaneously defending him from anyone nearby making comment, retaining his usual role as a very caring dickhead. Josh looked as scandalised as Rob over seeing Milo naked in public and had rushed away to join his best friend in complaining to Mr Trent. Nicky was simply doing his best to try and comfort Jorge without breaking the `no touching' rule that applied during punishments.
"It's okay," Nicky reassured the younger boy. "At least you're not in it alone," he said, knowing it really wasn't much of a comfort. "People'll get bored and move on soon enough," he said, which may have been more convincing had the atrium not been slowly filling up as boys headed in ready to go for dinner.
Jorge was just nodding along, but continued to look distraught. Just like Milo, he too was unlocked, meaning his dick was on full display to the whole school. After talking to Nicky for a few moments, he suddenly clasped his hands in front of his crotch.
"Hey, no covering up!" "He's hiding!" "MR TRENT!" "Hands by your sides!" The spectating boys were on Jorge in an instant. While it was an unspoken agreement amongst the boys that post-punishment teasing was almost non-existent, during the actual punishment it was fair game. After all, the exposure was intended to serve as both punishment and deterrent, and it certainly did both.
The shouts and calls continued for several moments, and it was only the very obvious argument going on between Rob, Josh and Mr Trent that stopped the teacher from intervening sooner. Eventually, he managed to shout down into the atrium, "Jorge, hands by your sides. You know the rules!"
Jorge shot Nicky a hopeless look, then reluctantly dropped his hands to his sides to reveal an erection.
"Boner!" "He's got a stiffy!" "He's got wood!" "Ha, look at him!" "He's pretty big for a year seven!" Even with the obvious winces of sympathy from those who had been in similar situations, the teasing was merciless.
Jorge sniffled slightly for a moment before finally losing the battle and bursting into tears. The crying boy managed to split the crowd, with some doubling down on their teasing while others gave in to their sympathy and began to turn away.
"HEY, DINING HALL'S OPEN!" someone called out, immediately prompting a stampede of hungry boys.
While some lingered to tease or sympathise a little longer, gradually the boys started filing away. Ten minutes later, with the queue fully moved off into the Dining Hall, all that remained in the atrium was the six naked boys, their two fully-dressed dormmates and their mentors.
While the volume of Rob and Josh's discussion with Mr Trent had gradually lowered as the din the atrium died down, it appeared no less animated until the teacher finally looked like he had had enough and walked away, heading down the stairs. Rob and Josh followed close behind.
"Line up, boys," Mr Trent insisted as he reached the bottom of the stairs. A single glance from the annoyed teacher was enough to prompt silence from the older boys too, even Rob and Josh who moved round to join the others. He walked slowly along the line, then back and sighed softly. "Fighting is not acceptable behaviour. This is NOT the first time I have had to tell you that and it was INCREDIBLY disappointing to find ourselves having to go over it again!"
The naked boys, already avoiding the man's gaze, looked even more uncomfortable at his admonishment.
"If there are disagreements, you resolve them with words and not with fists," Mr Trent said firmly. "If you are unable to resolve them with words, then you come to me or to them," he said, gesturing to the Year 10s. "So far, I have put your squabbles and arguments down to you all getting to know each other, but you have been here now for almost a month. I do understand you are still adjusting, and doubtlessly all still missing home, but taking out those feelings on each other is not helpful to yourselves, or to your dorm!"
The teacher fell silent, strolling up and down the line, pausing only when a latecomer from the Sports Complex walked in, looked in absolute bewilderment at the naked boys and then ran off to the Dining Hall.
"Anyone care to tell me how this all started?" Mr Trent requested. Silence. "If I know which one of you needs further punishment, I'll be able to let the rest of you go!" he offered them.
The older boys tensed, clearly ready for a whole new argument to break out, so the silence that followed was as unnerving as it was surprising.
"Well?" Mr Trent snapped curtly.
All eight boys remained absolutely silent.
"Okay then, message received," Mr Trent said, shaking his head. "You may all go for dinner, then go about your evening but you will not re-dress until tomorrow morning. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes sir!" the boys replied compliantly.
"Good. Now go!" Mr Trent barked, prompting the Year 7s to quickly scurry off towards the Dining Hall.
"I thought they were making real progress," Chris sighed disappointedly.
"They are!" Nicky smiled.
"Oh sure, the fighting and the punishment... real positive signs!" David said sarcastically.
"You clearly missed the good part," Nicky said, getting confused looks from the others. "They had the chance to turn on each other and not one of `em took it!"
"Yeah, cos snitches get stitches!" Josh said menacingly. "Not literally," he added sheepishly as he got a stern gaze from Mr Trent.
"He's right though," David agreed. "Nicky, I mean. Not Josh, obviously!" he added for clarity. "That's definitely a good sign!"
"Was that your plan all along?" Chris asked Mr Trent curiously.
"No comment," Mr Trent replied with a knowing smile. "Now hurry up or you'll miss dinner!"
The boys waved Mr Trent a quick goodbye before heading off to the Dining Hall, chattering quietly about their mentees.
<<Maybe you're not QUITE as stupid as everyone thinks!>>
Mikey flinched but continued his explanation to the small crowd he had gathered to explain his latest business venure, "So anyone coming into the Underground just has to scan their school ID here and it's one ticket!"
<<It's a good idea, it'll make you rich... but it won't make them forget what you did to Josh!>>
Mikey hesitated for a moment but pushed on, "You get charged for each ticket, then at the end of the week there's a prize draw. First name drawn gets the grand prize, second name drawn wins 50 percent of the prize fund and third name drawn gets 25 percent of the prize fund!"
<<They hate it. They hate you. They want you gone, you Josh-hurter!>>
"And what's the `grand prize' then?" one of the older boys standing in the atrium asked, getting nods of agreement as others had been about to ask too.
<<This is where you lose them. Prepare to get run out of the school, you Josh-abuser!>>
Mikey flinched again, but a quick glance from Nicky and a supportive smile and he steeled himself to answer, "You get one hour doing whatever you want to the FOURTH name drawn out! ANYTHING goes... usual Underground restrictions apply!"
"So you have to pay to enter the lottery and you might end up getting used and abused?" a Year 12 boy asked, shaking his head.
<<Here we go. Bet they throw things!>>
"Awesome!" the older boy said with a wicked grin, getting some laughs and playful teases from his friends around him.
<<Huh. Whadda you know! They don't hate it! I guess if you want the reward, you gotta take the risk!>>
"Hey, no risk, no reward!" Mikey said with a smile.
<<OY CUNT! Stop stealing my ideas!>>
"Or that's what a friend told me anyway!" Mikey quickly added.
<<UGH, I suppose that'll do!>>
"So the entries for this week open now," David said, stepping forward. "The draw happens at midday every Sunday and you'll get a notification to tell you whether you've won!"
"Or lost!" Mikey added with a smirk.
<<Speaking over David now? Abusing one friend this week wasn't enough?>>
"Yeah, exactly," David smiled. "So tell your friends, spread the word and buy your tickets for the Underground lottery today. System limits it to ten entries per week. Gambling addiction is a real problem and if you have any concerns about it, there's info in the library or speak to Dr Arkwright!"
<<YAWN!!!!!>>
The crowd immediately began to disperse, chatting excitedly about the new lottery. Chris, Nicky, Danny and James all stepped forward, approaching the two speakers.
"Fuckin' genius!" Chris said happily, slapping David firmly on the back.
"Yeah, proud boyfriend moment," James said happily. "And yes, shameless excuse to mention having a boyfriend. Get over it!"
David giggled at James' unashamed joy. "Hey, I'm just the tech guy!" he insisted, "The idea's all on Mikey!"
<<See, he's avoiding blame, he knows you'll fail!>>
Mikey shrugged casually as he said, "Passive income, innit! Everyone gets a chance to win something, me and David get loaded and now it's all set up, we don't gotta do nuthin' else! But whatever. It'll probably fail anyway. Nobody's even gonna play!"
"Hey," Nicky said, stepping forward to place a hand on Mikey's shoulder, "It's a really good idea. People are gonna love it. I'm definitely buying a ticket!"
<<Prick. We don't need your pity purchase! Kick him in his beautiful, giant cock!>>
"You don't have to," Mikey said quietly with a shrug, looking down at the floor.
Nicky looked round at the others. They had all noticed the downturn in Mikey's mood over the last couple of days and spoken about it, but Nicky had been hopeful it was only temporary. Eager to intervene before he spiralled any further, he slipped his arm around the shorter boy and said, "Come on, follow me!"
<<Aww, he doesn't want you to be here to see the lottery fail. How sweet!>>
"I should... stay in case anyone has questions!" Mikey said weakly.
"David's got it," Nicky insisted, getting a nod from David before pulling Mikey away. They wandered along and into a corridor, stopping at an empty room where Nicky led the way inside. "It's not your fault!" he said bluntly once the door was closed.
"What's... not?" Mikey asked curiously.
<<I say don't play dumb but I know you're not playing! Ha!>>
"Josh!" Nicky said bluntly. As he saw Mikey look a little taken aback he smirked and said, "What, you think it was hard to read? We saw his bruise and you went straight from bubbly and happy to mopey and quiet. It wasn't your fault!"
<<It was literally your fault!>>
"It was literally my fault!" Mikey said a little angrily. "He was fine, then I mess with them and David falls and Josh gets hurt. How is that NOT my fault?"
"You were just playing, that's all. You never meant for anything bad to happen, and actually, nothing bad DID happen! Josh is fine! It was just a bruise!" Nicky said firmly, stroking Mikey's arm.
<<He's lying! Did you see that bruise? He's probably dying as we speak, murderer!>>
Mikey winced, shaking his head slightly for a moment. "Are you sure?" he asked timidly.
"Completely!" Nicky said, placing his other hand on Mikey's other arm, holding him gently. "You can stop beating yourself up. Josh is fine. Your idea's great. Everything's good!"
<<UGH! DON'T LISTEN!>>
"Everything's good?" Mikey repeated, venturing a slight smile.
"Everything's good!" Nicky said once more. "Come here," he said as he pulled Mikey into a hug.
<<NO! GET OFF! BASTARD! BIG, BEAUTIFUL, SEXY BASTARD WITH A GIANT BASTARD COCK! STOP IT!>>
Mikey squeezed his eyes closed tightly as he gripped onto Nicky.
<<I'M MELTING! MELTING! I'LL GET YOU DOROTHY, AND YOUR GIANT DICK TOO!>>
Nicky kept hold of the smaller boy until he felt him pull away slightly, then smiled down at him. "You okay?" he asked cautiously.
Mikey hesitated for a moment, looked round slightly, waited again and finally smiled. "Yeah. I am!" he said happily.
"Good!" Nicky said before planting a kiss on Mikey's forehead, getting a giggle in response. "Hey, as we're in here and alone..."
"I'm in!" Mikey said eagerly. "I wanna sit on your giant bastard cock!" As he saw Nicky stared in him in slight bewilderment, he floundered for a moment then shrugged and added, "Meh, I said what I said!"
"Well then, who am I to say no? Clothes off!" Nicky said as he peeled off his own t-shirt and tossed it aside.
Mikey stared at the taller boy, his head tilted slightly. "If you want me naked, then... make me naked!" he said playfully.
"Hard to tell if you're being cute or lazy," Nicky chuckled as he moved closer. He reached down to grab the bottom of Mikey's t-shirt and lifted. As Mikey raised his arms compliantly, Nicky stopped once his body was fully exposed, then bunched the bottom of the t-shirt together in one hand, trapping Mikey's head and arms inside it.
"Heyyyyy!" Mikey whined jokingly.
"Shh!" Nicky hushed him before kissing him almost on the lips through the t-shirt covering his face before leaning down a little further to kiss his smooth, pale, freckly chest a couple of times. Moving to the side, he took one of Mikey's nipples between his lips.
"Unnnh, yus!" Mikey moaned happily as he stood with his arms trapped around his head.
Nicky happily moved back and forth between Mikey's nipples for a minute before finally yanking the tshirt off the rest of the way.
Mikey emerged, slightly red-faced with his mop of dark ginger hair slightly askew. "Nicky," he said thoughtfully. As the taller boy looked at him curiously, he asked softly, "Do you love me?"
Nicky's surprise at the question was obvious, but his expression quickly turned thoughtful as he contemplated it for a moment. "I think..." he started, pausing, unsure how best to put it. He wasn't quite sure why Mikey was asking. They had talked about their relationship a few times over the past year, but it had always been pretty clear that, whatever their feelings, the two boys were remaining as friends, and despite the very direct question now, he didn't get the feeling that had changed.
"Sorry," Mikey said sheepishly. "Ignore me!"
"No," Nicky insisted. He edged closer to Mikey and slipped his arms around him, pressing their bare bodies together as he looked down at him. "The short answer... yes I do!" he said with a sincere smile.
Mikey smiled serenely, then leaned forward to press his cheek against Nicky's chest as he whispered, "What's the long answer?"
"You..." Nicky started, but felt himself get a little choked up. He swallowed hard, nodded to himself and tried again. "You are probably the most important person in my life, Mikey. You mean more to me than I ever thought anyone could and I love you! How's that?"
Mikey stared up at Nicky for a few moments, his deep blue eyes a little watery before he smiled contentedly and said, "Perfect. Now... sex!"
Nicky snorted with laughter at the bluntness. A few moments later, both boys had removed the remainder of their clothes before returning to an affectionate embrace, this time with stiffening dicks sandwiched between them. "Any preference today?" Nicky asked casually, reaching down to feel his cock continue to grow.
Mikey nodded confidently, then looked round at one of the nearby seats and said, "Sit down. I wanna ride you so we can make out while we do it!" He frowned slightly after he said it and added, "If... you're okay with that!"
"Cute boy on my lap while I fuck and kiss him... oh no... sounds awful!" Nicky said sarcastically as he stepped back to sit down.
Mikey retrieved some lubricant from the room's standard supply and began quickly fingering himself with one hand as he lubed Nicky's dick with the other. "Think I'll ever get this big?" he asked curiously as he started to position himself over the massive tool.
"Honestly? No," Nicky replied, then reached between them as he felt himself sliding into the other boy. He took hold of Mikey's throbbing erection and gave it a gentle tug as he said, "But you're plenty big enough already!"
"Joint fourth biggest in the dorm!" Mikey sniggered.
"It's perfect," Nicky said contently, stroking the erection as Mikey leaned back to make room for the casual handjob.
"Ugh, no. THIS is perfect!" Mikey groaned happily, eyes crossing a little as he rose up then slid back down onto the massive cock once again.
"Ugh, fuck, Mikey. Your butt... it's so..." Nicky gasped, but found himself cut off by Mikey's lips against his own.
As their bodies pressed together, Nicky pulled his hand out from between them and grasped onto Mikey as they kissed. Mikey, who was never one to conceal his enjoyment, happily moaned away into Nicky's mouth as they made out and fucked. Clenching his buttocks on each rise before relaxing it to slide back down. Pressing his cock against Nicky's flat stomach, he began thrusting himself closer and closer to release. Approaching the point of no return, he pulled out from the kiss and moved his head round to whisper in Nicky's ear, "Tell me you love me!"
"I love you, Mikey!" Nicky whispered immediately.
"I love you too," Mikey whimpered as he began to ejaculate. Warm wetness oozed out between their bodies as Mikey continued riding the oversized prick. As the orgasm died down and he felt like he was on the brink of pulling away to avoid the over-sensitivity, he felt Nicky begin to shoot inside him. "Ahhhh, yessss!" he hissed happily as he felt the cum filling him up. He came to a stop when he finally felt the large dick stop twitching, then pulled back and smiled timidly. "Sorry, I just... wanted to... umm... y'know... hear that!" he said meekly.
"You don't need to apologise," Nicky said, stroking his hands gently up and down Mikey's sides. "You need a fuck? I'll fuck you. You need to hear `I love you'? I'll tell you! Whatever you need, Mikey, it's yours. You just have to ask!" Getting a happy nod in return, he added cautiously, "And you can tell me anything!"
Mikey stared at Nicky for a moment. As much as he wanted to say something, he still held back. "I know," he eventually said, "Thank you!" He leaned forward into a happy post-orgasmic cuddle.
"Everything okay down there with the Lads?" Rob asked, jumping slightly as he saw Chris heading back into their dorm's living area.
"CHIPMUNKS!" Josh yelled out suddenly, having been snoozing against Rob before being abruptly woken by the sudden move. "Shut up," he grumbled as everyone sniggered at his semi-conscious non-sequitur.
"Yeah, all good," Chris said with a nod, chuckling as he teasingly mussed Josh's hair as he approached the sofa the two boys were sat on.
They had all been curious about how things were going down in dorm 1.01. Most of them had wanted to meet with their mentees, but with their naked punishment continuing until morning, none of the younger boys were willing to leave their dorm to speak in private. Instead, Chris had been selected to go down and check in on them.
"Well, as good as you'd expect," Chris corrected himself with a shrug. "They're not fighting and mostly seem to be on the same page about being pissed over the punishment!"
"Understandable. It's NOT fun!" Rob scowled, having experienced it himself before.
"Speak for yourself," Chris sniggered as he dropped down into an empty seat beside Mark.
"You're such a pervert!" Mark said, shaking his head.
"I'm taking that as a compliment!" Chris said with a wry grin.
"Oh, and I meant it as one!" Mark replied, grinning back.
"Was Milo okay?" Rob asked anxiously.
"No. He's dropped dead in the last hour because he has to not wear clothes!" Chris said sarcastically. As he got a glare from both Rob and Josh, he shrugged and said, "Whadda you want me to say? He's as pissed as the rest, but he's fine. He'll get through it just like everyone does. This time tomorrow it'll be old news!"
"That's an oxymoron," David said with a gentle smile.
"You're an oxymoron!" Josh interjected, then frowned and said, "Okay, I don't know what that is, but it sounds mean!"
"Who's being mean?" a burly voice called out from the doorway.
Josh almost jumped out of his seat but just about managed to contain himself as he saw Mr Rudd standing across the room holding a large box. "Nobody. We're all perfect!" he said with a grin.
"Yeah, nobody's buying that!" Rob smirked, elbowing Josh with a snigger.
"What's in the box?" Chris called out eagerly.
"Gwyneth Paltrow's head!" David immediately called out.
The others slowly looked round at David in horror as his grin quickly faded.
"It's a... movie thing," David said timidly.
"Don't worry, David. I got it," Mr Rudd said as he stepped forward. He placed the box down on the coffee table as the boys all looked at him expectantly, gathering on the sofas around it. "But no. No dismembered celebrities in here. Well... at least I hope not!"
"Is that what I think it is?" Rob asked excitedly as he saw the 1.09 label on the box.
Mr Rudd smiled as Rob and a couple of the others caught on. "That's right," he said cheerfully. "Most stuff on your floor was damaged or destroyed by the accident, but during cleanup, we did manage to save a few things. Some of it might not be important, but this is everything we could salvage and we thought you might want to look through," he explained. "Feel free to go through it. Just leave anything you don't want in the box and stick it by the door and I'll have it disposed of!" He paused for a moment, seeing all eight boys on the edge of their seats, ready to pounce. Holding a hand up to keep them at bay, he slowly moved away until he was at a safe distance and said, "Go on then!"
As the teacher laughed and made his way out of the dorm, all eight of its residents lunged at once for the large box, pulling it open. There was an immediate cacophony as the boys rifled through the eclectic mix of items in the box, grabbing things out and passing them to their former owners as they shouted over each other about the recovered items.
While some of the things were just meaningless trinkets or items of clothing, there were some more interesting items, including a few of the many sex toys that had found their way into the dorm over the past year. It triggered more than a few joking comments and salacious quips as well as a few inevitable dildo-sword fights.
Josh quickly looked round, wondering if his `dad' was still around to thank, but the man was long gone. Instead, he noticed Mikey who had managed to pull away from the group and was sat alone on a sofa clutching something to his chest. Frowning a little, he moved to sit down at Mikey's side and whispered to him, "What ya got there?"
Mikey pulled his arms forward slightly to reveal the digital picture frame that had been a permanent fixture in their dorm ever since their first year. He sniffed slightly as he looked down at it, a large crack across its screen. "I think it's broken," he said a little tearfully.
"Doesn't matter," Josh said with a shrug. As he saw Mikey begin to look angry at the comment, he quickly added, "I just mean all the pictures are still saved, cos Nicky always keeps backups, and we still have the frame itself!"
"Kinda pointless if it doesn't work though," Mikey pouted.
"Not really," Josh replied as he reached out to take the frame from Mikey. "Y'know, when we got this I was still... getting hurt by my brothers," Josh said softly. "And I didn't really know you that well yet, either!" he added, nudging his arm gently against Mikey's. "But when you gathered up all our tickets and ran off and then showed us you'd bought this, I just... I felt better!"
"You did?" Mikey asked, eyes widening as he looked curiously at Josh.
"Mmm-huh," Josh hummed. "I already knew everyone in the dorm was cool... well, cooler than my cunty brothers, but... I dunno, it kinda felt like this really made us all feel more... together! I dunno, I'm probably making something of nothing. I know you're gonna take the piss!"
"No," Mikey said, placing a hand on the frame. "I get it," he said with a gentle nod. There was more he wanted to say, but even if he could think of the right words he wasn't sure he needed to say them. He took a deep, slow breath and said quietly, "I'm sorry I hurt you!" When Josh looked at him quizzically, he clarified, "The other day. Your back!"
"Oh, pfft, forget it!" Josh said, waving his hand dismissively. "See this?" he asked, pulling up the sleeve of his t-shirt to reveal a small bruise on his arm.
"What happened?" Mikey asked, wincing at the bruise.
"Just playin' about at rugby practice! They barely even touched me and I got this," Josh sniggered. "Mate, I just bruise easy and I'm clumsy as fuck. It ain't your fault!" he insisted. He frowned for a moment and said, "Wait, is that why you been a moody fucker all weekend?"
"I haven't..." Mikey went to argue, but pouted as he realised it was pointless and just nodded.
"Aww, that'd be really cute if it wasn't so fuckin' pathetic!" Josh said with a wicked grin.
"Screw you!" Mikey replied, annoyed but amused.
"Hmm, maybe later," Josh said cheekily. "For now, where's this going?" he asked, looking at the frame.
Mikey jumped to his feet and looked around, then headed over a dresser near the door and placed the frame on top. "There," he said happily. He looked round and got a smile and nod of approval from Josh.
David had considered locking himself in the toilets, but so close to lights-out, the bathroom was busy, and he would have found it difficult to explain why he was carrying his laptop with him. Instead, he had snuck off to one of the new music practice rooms, knowing they were sound proofed which would help him stay hidden.
As soon as he got inside, he started up his laptop and, almost bouncing with glee, plugged in the hard drive he had just retrieved from the box of items Mr Rudd had brought them. He had been teased over his excitement at the small device, as most of the boys assumed it contained little more than schoolwork, or in Mark's case, episodes of TV shows they used to watch together. Had they known what was really on it, David suspected the reactions would have been different.
As he plugged in the hard drive, he waited for what felt like an eternity for it to connect to his laptop, but as it showed up, he let out a slight whimper of delight. Clicking into it, he entered the password he had protected it with, all sixty characters of it - Bebe1Tyra2Raja3Sharon4Chad1Jinkx5Bianca6Violet7Bob8Trixie2. It may have been a little excessive, but considering the contents, it was best to play it safe!
David let out a gentle sigh as he saw the many folders laid out before him. Back in Year 8, he had assisted Mikey in his second business venture, a video trading business that allowed students to gain access to videos of each other in exchange for submitting their own. The business had come to a grinding halt when Gregory (Mark's secret boyfriend at the time) had turned Mikey in to try and get him expelled. Thankfully, as a result of Nicky's over-cautiousness and David's technical expertise, Mikey had been saved and any evidence allegedly destroyed. In reality, David had managed to keep copies of every video!
Since then, David had discovered and begun to explore a mild obsession with voyeurism. Any chance he got to secretly record his friends and classmates, he took. He had managed to get pictures and videos in the showers, as well as a whole range of indecent activity within his dorm. He even managed to get a recording of the group's `bonding ritual' circle jerk they had engaged in before being given access to the Underground, though the angle had been bad, and he couldn't see that much. It was still an enjoyably sexy video.
Knowing he didn't have long, David felt his cock throb in his pants and reached down to grope it. He knew the dorm would engage in `wank time' as usual after lights out, but he couldn't watch the videos in the dorm and he had gone all summer without access to his homemade stash. Quickly loading up one of his favourite videos – Nicky fucking Mikey and Chris – he pulled his dick out and started stroking eagerly.
As much as David loved his cock – and he loved it every bit as much as every teenage boy does – he couldn't help wishing he was as gifted down below as Nicky. Even Chris and Mikey had a few centimetres on him, but small or not, the pleasure he got as his hand pumped away at his straining boner was immense.
Skipping forward on the video, David took a few moments to watch as the three boys changed positions, Nicky taking it in turns to fuck the other two, before they all prepared themselves to cum. As was usual when the three of them played together, Chris was the recipient of their loads. Lying on his back, he stroked his cock eagerly but held back, waiting for the others to shoot.
Mikey began to spurt a modest load over Chris' chest and that was the only signal David needed. He knew from the first spurt from Mikey's rigid prick he had exactly 32 seconds before Nicky would begin to cum. Tugging away frantically at himself, he got the timing perfect and began to shoot at exactly the same time as Nicky. Just as his penis was lacking in size, David also lagged behind Nicky on quantity too. As several massive spurts positively covered Chris with cum, David squirted his tiny load over the table next to his laptop.
Slowly coming down from his orgasm, David watched happily as Chris shot too, adding his own load to the other two. As much as David would have enjoyed watching Mikey scoop up the spunk with his dick and feed it to Chris, he knew he had to go. Shutting down his laptop, he wiped the cum from the table with his hand, flicking the jizz onto the floor before hurrying out, clasping the laptop and hard drive, already thinking about what he would do next to pursue his secret fetish.
Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed. New chapters will post weekly, so be back same time next week for more!
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If you wish to read any of my other stories, please see below for links
The Kingswood Saga
Tales from Kingswood (Book 1)– https://new.nifty.org/stories/tales-from-kingswood-05107/
Half-Term at Kingswood (Book 1 bonus story) – https://new.nifty.org/stories/half-term-at-kingswood-02038/
The Kingswood Eight (Book 2) - https://new.nifty.org/stories/the-kingswood-eight-72284/
A Very Kingswood Easter (Book 2 bonus story) - https://new.nifty.org/stories/a-very-kingswood-easter-59761/
The Kingswood Effect (Book 3) - https://new.nifty.org/stories/the-kingswood-effect-64914/
Chris and Danny's Super Sexy Summer (Book 3 bonus story) - https://new.nifty.org/stories/chris-and-dannys-super-sexy-summer-98673/
The Benny Saga (in reading order)
Benny Takes Control – https://new.nifty.org/stories/benny-takes-control-42615/
The Dangers of Desire – https://new.nifty.org/stories/the-dangers-of-desire-57149/
Benny's House – https://new.nifty.org/stories/bennys-house-65127/
Other Series
Possession – https://new.nifty.org/stories/possession-25306/
Phil's Naked Adventures – https://new.nifty.org/stories/phils-naked-adventures-02988/
The Humiliation Games - https://new.nifty.org/stories/the-humiliation-games-31885/
One-shots
The Art of Seduction – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-art-of-seduction
Jake's Exposure – https://new.nifty.org/stories/jakes-exposure-73714/
Becoming an Internet Master – https://new.nifty.org/stories/becoming-an-internet-master-13630/
Brian's Big Mistake – https://new.nifty.org/stories/brians-big-mistake-31378/
And Then It Got Worse – https://new.nifty.org/stories/and-then-it-got-worse-05003/
Missed Opportunity – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/missed-opportunity
There's a Naked Alfie in the Garden - https://new.nifty.org/stories/theres-a-naked-alfie-in-the-garden-35531/