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The Kingswood Effect
Chapter 11
Sunday 10 October 2021
Danny let out a sigh of sheer contentment as he opened his eyes. Waking up in dorm 3.04 with Brian wrapped around him was always a wonderful feeling, but as the room came into focus and he saw Joseph across the room happily entangled with Ian, he felt a wonderful warmth in his chest.
Sneaking Ian out of the Visitors Centre and over into the Home Building had been no easy task, but they had managed it in the dead of night. The look on Joseph's face when he walked into the dorm was worth every risk Danny had taken to arrange it. The fact he then got to sleep with Brian rather than risking sneaking back down to his own dorm just happened to be a nice little bonus.
The warm, happy feeling quickly melted away as Danny thought about his own dorm, or more specifically, about Chris. Was he down there in their usually-shared bunk, alone? He knew Chris hated sleeping alone, which made the nights he spent with Brian a little bittersweet. Though perhaps Chris had company, Danny couldn't help thinking to himself.
There were various options for who Chris might be cuddled up to. There was Nicky, though while the relationship between the two was slowly mending, Nicky was notorious for liking to sleep alone. There was Mike, though things were still off between him and Chris, so also unlikely. Trying to convince himself Chris was just suddenly okay with being alone, he reluctantly forced himself to accept the more obvious probability – Chris was sleeping with Mark!
Just thinking about the name made Danny uncomfortable. Mark had not really done anything wrong, which somehow annoyed Danny more. He had simply joined the dorm, during a particularly difficult time, and been befriended by Chris. And yet, something about the closeness between the two really got under his skin. Nicky had called him out on it a couple of weeks ago and since then he had been making a conscious effort not to let his disdain for Mark, or his apparently-burgeoning relationship with Chris, to show.
Slowly slipping back down into his spiralling fears of being replaced by the new boy, Danny could feel the resentment building back up... until he felt lips on his neck that pulled him right back out of his twisted thoughts.
"Morning sexy," Brian whispered to him, his arms tightening around Danny as he slipped into consciousness.
"Hey you," Danny giggled quietly, leaning his head back to let Brian kiss his cheek.
"Been awake long?" Brian asked sleepily.
"No, not really," Danny replied softly. He let out another sigh and said, "Look at them!" as he nodded over to the other bed.
Brian chuckled slightly as he looked at his best friend, clinging tightly onto the boy at his side. "I haven't seen him this obsessed with someone since you joined the school," he said, shaking his head slightly.
"Pfft, he was never like that about me!" Danny said dismissively.
"Yeah, but only cos he was determined to be the best mentor he could," Brian explained. "Believe me, if anyone else had been your mentor, he woulda been asking you out in seconds!"
"Nah," Danny said dismissively, finding it hard to imagine Joseph ever liking him as anything more than a very close protégé. Danny still felt a surge of fondness for his mentor from Brian's intimation. They had always been close, and there was undeniable love and trust between them, but never anything more. Curiously, he asked, "Hey, d'you think if you hadn't been Chris' mentor, you and him might have... you know..."
Brian laughed gently at the question as he shook his head. "With you around, nobody else ever stood a chance!" he said, kissing Danny's neck gently.
"That's sweet," Danny sniggered before he rolled over to grab Brian and pull him into a kiss. They lay casually making out for several minutes, stopping occasionally to just lay, looking at each other, their hands mindlessly roaming each other.
"Tell me we don't kiss that noisily," Ian suddenly called out from across the room.
"You mean the way it sounds like they're trying to eat a plate of spaghetti with no hands?" Joseph answered as Danny rolled back over to glare at them.
"Oh yay, they're awake!" Danny said flatly, hearing a slight snigger from Brian who cuddled up behind him, peering over his shoulder at the other two.
"Shouldn't you get back before they notice you're gone?" Brian asked the younger boy.
Ian shrugged. "I'll say I snuck out early to make the most of this important time of interschool co-operation!" he suggested with a cocky smirk.
"Oh, clever," Brian chuckled. "And big words for this time of day!"
Ian shrugged and gave a wry grin.
"My fella's very orally gifted!" Joseph said proudly.
"Oh we know," Danny said quickly, "We heard last night, so to answer your question... yes, you are JUST as noisy!"
As the laughter died down from all of them, Brian stared across at the other bed. As Joseph had moved, the covers had pulled up a little, revealing a strip of Ian's side, from his head down to his knees, the boy's impressive muscles visible. "Hey Joe," he said, nodding casually. "Wanna swap?"
Joseph tossed the covers back to reveal the rest of Ian, who made no attempt to cover up. As he raised his eyebrows at Brian, he did the same to expose Danny, his entire front revealed as he lay facing his mentor's bed. "Hmmm," Joseph hummed thoughtfully as he looked from Ian, to Danny and back again before smiling at Brian. "We talking permanent or just, like, a loaner!"
"Definitely a loaner. I'll want him back when you're done!" Brian giggled.
"Do we get any say in this?" Danny asked, shaking his head.
"Shhhhut up!" Ian hissed. "Don't ruin it!"
"Looks like we're in," Joseph sniggered.
Ian let out a happy chuckle, leaned over to kiss Joseph for a few seconds and whispered, "Love you!"
"Love you too!" Joseph whispered back, blushing a little as he felt Danny and Brian staring.
"Wow, already at I love you! I shall mock as appropriate later!" Brian chuckled.
"Aww, shut up, it's sweet," Danny said, slapping Brian's arm playfully. "Anything you wanna say to me?" he asked hopefully.
"Yeah, budge out the way so I can fuck someone else!" Brian replied, shoving Danny so he fell off the bed and onto the floor.
Danny let out a grunt as he hit the ground. He was about to complain when Brian appeared looking down over the side of the bed and said quietly, "Also, I love you!"
"Dickhead," Danny giggled as he scrambled onto his knees. He leaned in to peck Brian on the lips and whispered, "Love you too!" before scurrying across the dorm to climb onto Joseph's bed as Ian leapt over him towards Brian.
Less than two minutes later, the switched-up couples were happily laying entangled in each other. Ian and Brian were going at it with the vigour of two teens still excited to explore a new body, having very rarely been together before, while Joseph and Danny settled into something a lot more calm and intimate.
Danny let out a happy sigh as he felt Joseph slowly fucking him, the two of them laying side-by-side as they watched Brian and Ian engaging in something that was halfway between a good fuck and a bad wrestling match. "Does it bother you?" Danny whispered softly.
"Hmm?" Joseph enquired, mostly distracted by what he was watching.
Danny squirmed a little, clenching his buttocks to squeeze Joseph's cock. "Seeing your best friend with someone?" he asked quietly.
"Hey, if you're not comfortable with this, we can stop it!" Joseph insisted, ready to tell the other two to disengage.
"No!" Danny insisted, grasping tightly onto the arms wrapped around him as he pressed his butt back against Joseph's crotch. "No, this is good. All of it!" he said contentedly. "I was just curious if you ever feel weird seeing Brian being, like... with someone!"
Joseph let out a gentle sigh. Joseph was not an academic, he wasn't really much of a sportsman either, or an artist. In most ways, he proved pretty average, yet the one thing he excelled at, truly excelled, almost verging on inhuman, was reading people. He could meet a total stranger and within five minutes of chatting to them, tell them stuff they hadn't even realised themselves. That had proven true in Danny's first year, when Joseph had seen the burgeoning attraction between him and Brian, months before they had even considered it themselves.
Brian used to joke that it was a divine gift, though neither he nor Joseph actually believed in any kind of divinity. He used to say that it was a talent Joseph had been gifted with as a way to make up for his disability – being ginger!
Having such a gift could occasionally be as much a curse as it was a blessing, simply because Joseph normally knew best about most things, and that was something that could rub people up the wrong way. With Danny and Brian's relationship, had Joseph just mentioned the inevitability of it, Danny would have veered away out of sheer panic and Brian would have resisted the entire thing out of sheer petulance. It was a similar issue Joseph now faced with Danny again.
Danny had not reacted well to the new boy in his dorm, especially with regard to his friendship with Chris. Sure, he could have simply said on the first day, `Don't worry, you and Chris are set for life', but Danny would never have believed it, simply because Danny never believed anything until he had the evidence slapping him in the face... or the butt.
Erring on the side of caution, Joseph decided Danny's question was best left unanswered and instead mirrored it back to the boy in his arms as he asked, "Why do you think something like that would bother anyone?"
"I dunno," Danny replied vaguely before giving a gentle moan as he requested, "Bit faster!"
"Sure," Joseph chuckled, speeding up his thrusts a little, unsure if he might need to prompt Danny to go on.
"I guess..." Danny started cautiously, pausing as he watched Ian pin Brian to the bed and climb on top. He giggled and continued, "I guess I thought maybe... people only have so much time and... ugh, I don't know!"
"The more time someone' spends with other people, the less time they spend with you?" Joseph suggested cautiously, not putting a name to the someone' to avoid alerting Danny to his deeper understanding.
"Yeah," Danny moaned dreamily, his hand finding its way down to jerk himself off as Joseph continued thrusting into him. "I think that's part of it!"
`Wanna take a guess at the other part?' Joseph thought, but didn't say. Instead he nuzzled his face into Danny's neck and whispered, "People do only have so much time, and it's not always up to us how much of it they give us, so what d'ya think the best thing to do is?"
Danny tilted his head back and gave a cheeky grin as he said, "Demand more of it?" As he heard a tut from Joseph he sighed and said, "Make the most of what we get, right?"
"Right," Joseph said, smiling proudly. He knew it wasn't a solution, that wouldn't come until Danny could really open up about what was bothering him. But for now it was probably the best outcome he was going to get. Keen to avoid Danny getting too far into his own head, he growled, "Now shut up and watch my boyfriend try to fuck your boyfriend!"
"Okay, it's not even 8 am and that's already the best sentence I'm gonna hear today!" Danny giggled.
As the crowd burst into applause, the Kingswood boys lined up to take their bow. One of the morning's activities had been an amateur dramatics showcase, with various short scenes performed by troupes from the schools involved in the SCIPS program. The Year 9 Kingswood boys had just finished up their performance of a scene from `A Mid-Summer Night's Dream', chosen almost insistently by Chris.
"Oh my god, oh my god," Chris said excitedly, almost bouncing off the stage. "I actually just performed Shakespeare... on stage... in front of actual people!"
The rest of the cast were all amused by the undeniable joy. While some had been resistant to doing something as `old-fashioned' as Shakespeare and others had been keen to demonstrate they could do the immortal bard justice, the group had come together excellently to put on a wonderful performance.
"Wonderful!" Ruby (a.k.a. Mr Rubeus Warren, Drama Club leader) called out as he flounced backstage to greet his students. "All of you, truly a lovely performance!"
"And a round of applause for Danny!" Adrian called out, getting a confused look from Danny and the rest of the cast, "For actually going on stage and keeping his clothes on for the first time ever!"
The boys all burst into laughter, cheering for Danny who scowled at Adrian.
"And nice job, newbie," Aaron Moore said, elbowing Mark playfully. "Though I never would have had you pegged as a bottom!"
"He PLAYED Bottom, he wasn't A bottom!" Chris corrected him as Mark blushed heavily.
"Ha, you'd know!" Aaron teased.
"Okay, enough," Ruby called out. "You can all switch out of costume then re-join the crowd for the second half which begins in..." he paused to check his watch, "Thirteen minutes!"
"Sir, is it okay if I don't?" Chris requested. "I've got a sound check for the music show this afternoon!"
"Yes, very well!" Ruby agreed. "Oh, before you all go," he said as the boys started heading for the changing area, "They've announced the theme for this year's SCIPS drama competition. It's `A Modern Take on Literary Classic' so get your thinking hats on and we'll discuss it next time we meet!"
Twelve-and-a-half minutes later, the boys were getting settled into their seats ready to watch the second half of the showcase. With Chris gone, Mark had found himself sitting alone, until Danny came along chatting with Adrian. Feeling bad, and ignoring the gnawing feeling in his gut, Danny had taken the seat beside him, the two exchanging awkward smiles as he did so.
By the time the second half concluded and the crowd began heading off for lunch, neither had spoken a word.
"Huh, I guess he was right," Josh mumbled quietly to himself as he looked down at his phone.
"Who was right?" Mike asked, throwing a stone out ahead of him into the lake. He and a few of the other Year 9 boys had brought their lunch outside in an attempt to get away from the SCIPS-induced overcrowding in the Dining Hall. "And about what?"
"Mark!" Josh said, looking up at Mike who frowned back at him and dropped down to sit at his side. "And about the tip!"
"Just the tip?" Mike sniggered, then shook his head and said, "Gonna need more to go on!"
"So you know after your tantrum yesterday," Josh said, far beyond sugar-coating the way he spoke about Mike and his behaviour by now.
"Wasn't a tantrum," Mike pouted with a scowl.
Josh smirked antagonistically and said, "Fine, after your not-a-tantrum-but-totally-was-a-tantrum yesterday." The comment earned him a sharp jab to his side. Sniggering to himself he continued, "Well me and Mark were talking... about a lot of things actually... but he happened to mention that tip I got. You know, the one that saved you from being exposed as the Kingswood Porn Baron!"
"Baron?" Mike scowled at the choice of title, frowning at Josh like he was as crazy as he usually acted.
Josh shrugged and said, "Well Kingswood Porn King sounds wrong and I figured Kingswood Porn Queen'd just make you whine again!"
"Fine," Mike said, rolling his eyes as he returned to throwing stones into the lake.
"Well yeah, he said HE was the one that sent me the tip, and I wasn't sure if he was telling the truth or if he was just, like, trying to suck up or something, but I asked Rob to get Mark's number from Chris and he just sent it and yeah... totally matches up!" Josh explained, showing his phone to Mike completely unnecessarily.
"Huh, so he actually snitched on his own boyfriend. What a dick!" Mike scoffed.
"Don't be a tosser!" Josh snapped, swatting the back of Mike's head. "He saved your arse from getting expelled... or arrested! Give him some fucking credit!"
Mike looked round at Josh again, face contorted with derision. "So you're, like, all okay with him now?" he asked, with a headshake.
"Well, yeah, I s'pose," Josh shrugged. "I mean, I always knew Gregory was the real bastard, but... yeah, Mark actually snitching on his own boyfriend to save someone he didn't even know... that's kinda cool!"
"Okay," Mike nodded gently.
"Okay?" Josh asked, frowning curiously. "Okay... what?"
"Okay, I'm all good with him then!" Mike replied.
"Just like that?" Josh asked, a little confused.
Mike shrugged as he stood up. "I only didn't like him cos he was involved in that thing with you. If you say you're good with him, then I'm good with him too."
Josh sniggered. "Wow, you are NOT like other people, are you!" he said with a grin.
Mike let out a gentle sigh as he headed down to the edge of the grass to grab some more stones to throw in the lake. "No, I don't think I am," he said softly to himself. Worried Josh had overheard, he turned back and said, "I was thinking about cock!"
"Yeah, you and the rest of the freaking school," Josh pouted.
Mike smirked and said, "No, not dicks, COK, ya know... like the money kind!"
"Oh, yeah... what about it?" Josh asked, climbing to his feet to stand beside Mike, kicking a stone down onto the water.
"I want more!" Mike said seriously. "I just need to think about how to get it!"
"Why d'ya need more? What d'ya wanna do down there?" Josh asked, referring to the school's secret underground area, most of which required the school's secret currency, COK, to use.
"Nothing," Mike said with a dismissive headshake. "It's just... when I've run businesses here before, I had, like... power, and I miss it!"
"Why d'ya need power?" Josh asked curiously.
"I don't NEED it," Mike scoffed. "It's just... if the choice is having power and NOT having power, which one would YOU choose?"
Josh shrugged and said honestly, "The easy one!"
"I don't like easy!" Mike said firmly.
"That why you split up with Chris?" Josh asked with a smirk.
"Shut up, dickhead!" Mike snapped, then stared out over the water, trying to formulate his next big scheme.
Jazz let out a low, happy moan as he felt the four hands roaming his naked body. "Ugh, you guys are the BEST!" he purred contentedly.
Rob and Luke both giggled at the compliment as they continued massaging the naked boy.
"This is exactly what I needed!" Jazz added happily.
Later that afternoon, Jazz, along with the rest of the band Triple Jay', or as they would be known that afternoon, Triple Jay, guest starring Chris Smith', were scheduled to be perform as part of the SCIPS opening weekend festivities. Confident as most of them were, it was still a fairly sizeable crowd and nerves had begun to kick in. Fortunately for Jazz, Rob and Luke were more than happy to help him relax.
The three boys had snuck down into the Kingswood Underground, which was mostly empty due to the non-sexual festivities going on above ground, and commandeered one of the massage tables in the salon. By now, all three were naked, and while the focus was on it being a non-sexual `just for relaxation' massage, it was rapidly turning into something else.
"I felt that," Jazz giggled as he felt Rob's erection rub against his hand.
"You're welcome to feel it again," Rob sniggered.
"Oh fine, don't mind me," Luke said, feigning annoyance. "I guess instead I'll just have to do this..."
"Holy ffffffuck!" Jazz yelped as he felt Luke's slippery finger slide down his butt crack and into his hole. "Unnh, how do you... always find... exactly the right spot?" he groaned dreamily.
Rob frowned at the comment. "Wait, how often do you... do that?" he asked curiously.
"What is it we call it?" Jazz giggled, "Fingering Friday?"
Luke glanced across at Rob looking a little guilty. They had spoken about Jazz before, about doing things with him individually as opposed to together. They had not decided against it specifically, so Luke hadn't done anything wrong, but the fact Rob didn't even know they had a regular weekly meeting still felt a little deceptive.
"Oh yeah, of course, how could I forget?" Rob played along, not wanting to look like he was having any issues in front of Jazz, though the look he gave Luke made it clear there was more to be said.
"Ya know, if he's taking the back," Jazz said, rolling onto his side so his butt was towards Luke. He looked at Rob and finished, "You could always take the front!"
"Now there's an offer I can't refuse," Rob grinned. As he took hold of Jazz's dick, stroking it gently, he glanced at Luke again then smiled at Jazz as he asked, "Do I get ALL of the front?"
"I'm okay with that," Jazz said with a huge grin.
Rob swatted Luke's hand away from Jazz's butt, then nudged the other boy to roll over onto his back. Leaning down, he began kissing Jazz as his hand found its way back to his dick. He pulled out of the kiss for a moment to look at Luke and said, "C'mon, butt boy. You wanted it, so you got it!" He gestured between Jazz's legs, the prone boy happily parting them to allow Luke access. "Now where was I?" he asked as he leaned down to start making out with Jazz again.
Luke got back to work on fingering Jazz, using a little more massage oil to keep his fingers well lubricated.
Rob continued kissing, guiding Jazz's hand to his own dick as he stroked him in return, occasionally swatting away Luke's hand any time he ventured away from Jazz's butt.
Hearing muffled moaning, Rob continued the kiss, knowing what Jazz was trying to say. He continued stroking as the boy tensed a little, his cock spasming and coating his stomach with spunk, joined a few moments later by Rob's which streaked sideways across him.
Pulling his finger out of Jazz's rear, Luke took a step back as Rob did the same on the opposite side.
"Wow, if this is what I get before a performance, I should go on stage more often," Jazz giggled dreamily as he lay breathless and sweaty. He glanced over at the clock on the wall and added, "I should get cleaned up though. I know the others'll be panicking about where I am!"
As Rob and Luke waved him off, keeping the smiles on as he thanked them again, the façade dropped the moment Jazz was gone.
"What the hell was that?" Luke demanded angrily.
"What was what?" Rob played innocent.
"You know what!" Luke snapped. "Making out with him like that. Not letting me join in. Telling me to stay in my place!"
"I never said that!" Rob argued.
"You may as well have!" Luke replied, scowling heavily. "You were trying to punish me for... for having a thing with Jazz!"
"What? No I wasn't!" Rob insisted, recoiling at the accusation.
"Oh come on. He mentions our Friday thing and you just... lost it!" Luke accused as he began pulling on his clothes.
"I didn't lose anything!" Rob snapped furiously. "I just... I... well..."
"Well what?" Luke growled, ready to fight.
Rob seemed to deflate in the face of Luke's anger. "He likes you more than he likes me!" he said sadly, his annoyance giving way to sorrow, his jaw quivering a little.
"What?!" Luke exclaimed, totally taken aback by the suggestion.
Rob nodded insistently. "I bet if I wasn't around, he would have asked you out right away. The only reason you're not with him cos you're stuck with me instead!"
"Ahh babe," Luke said, shaking his head, leaving his shirt hanging open as he abandoned buttoning it. He approached Rob, arms out and pulled him into a hug. "You're a fucking idiot!" he said, the words offensive but the tone sympathetic.
"Wow, thanks," Rob muttered as he rested his head on Luke's shoulder.
"Sorry," Luke sniggered, "But you really are if that's what you think. First of all, I'm not STUCK with you and I never have been. I'm WITH you because I love you and because I want to be with you, so you ever say that again and I'll kick your arse!"
Rob pulled back and smiled as he said, "That's really sweet..." he said, then paused and smirked confidently as he added, "...that you think you could kick my arse!"
"Well I'd try and I can be pretty scrappy, so don't test me," Luke said, smiling. "But secondly, Jazz does NOT like me more than you. If anything it's the other way round, but even then it doesn't matter as I KNOW he likes us both!"
Rob nodded and let out a low moan. "I think Danny's right," he pouted. As Luke looked at him curiously, he said, "We need to talk to him about all of this and figure out where we stand."
"Yeah," Luke agreed. "It's kinda messing us up second guessing everything like this and I love you too much to risk losing you over some... other guy!"
Rob smiled and nodded. "Well, as you've said it twice now, so... I love you too and I love you too!"
Luke chuckled as he pulled Rob into another hug.
James jumped a little as he heard the sudden knock on the door, the tablet held in his hand clattering to the desk he was sat at. Thankful that nobody else was in the dorm to see it, he quickly composed himself and called out, "COME IN!"
A few moments later, there was another knock.
"I SAID COME IN!" James called out, a little annoyed.
The door remained closed and there was a third knock.
Huffing, James stood up and stomped across the dorm. Yanking the door open sharply he started, "I SAID..." but paused as he saw who was stood there.
"Hi!" David said meekly. The two stood in silence for a few moments before David said, "I didn't wanna come in."
"Oh... okay," James said a little lost for what else to say.
"I just came to give you your trophy!" David said, holding out the trophy he had been given the previous day at the end of the chess tournament.
James accepted the trophy but looked at it and frowned as he said, "This is yours... for coming second!"
"Yeah, well it shouldn't be mine, it should be yours," David said, scowling a little. "I mean, if it'd been you, it'd be first place, not second, but... that's not the point!"
"I didn't win this!" James said, shoving the trophy back to David.
"No, but you should have!" David said firmly. "And you WOULD have if you hadn't thrown the game to let me win!"
James looked the other boy up and down for a moment, remaining silent.
"I don't need a sympathy win from YOU and I don't need this trophy!" David said, shoving it back to James one more time before he turned and started marching down the hallway.
"I didn't!" James said called out after him. He ran out to the corner David had just disappeared round and said loudly, "I didn't LET you win!"
David stopped and turned round to face James. "That's bollocks!" David snapped furiously, stomping back towards James. "You had me beaten. One stupidly obvious move and you woulda had me stuck but you didn't make it. You... you threw the game!"
"No, I just... I made a mistake!" James said, taking a defensive step back from the angry boy.
"You don't MAKE mistakes!" David barked at him.
"I've made plenty," James said timidly, beginning to look a little tearful. "Including yesterday. I... I promise, I really just... messed it up. You beat me... fairly!"
David felt his anger subside as he really took James in now. His usual confidence, bordering on arrogance, was just gone. He looked even more pale and withdrawn than he had at the tournament. "You don't... make mistakes," David repeated, this time his tone sympathetic... almost curious.
"Let's just say I'm not at my best," James said, the trophy that was still grasped in his hands shaking a little.
"James?" David said softly, moving closer. He reached out and held the trophy with one hand then grabbed James' hand with the other.
"It's..." James started, sniffling as he tried to speak. "It's really hard!" he finally managed, a tear rolling down his cheek. As David just stood holding his hand, he sniffed heavily and said, "Being in year eleven... it's... I don't know if I can do it!"
David let out a hearty sigh. Ninety-one days. That was how long he had been angry at his best friend. Angry at him for not sharing the news he was leaving. Angry at him for making the decision to leave without him. Angry for being willing to leave him behind. Angry for letting him STAY angry for so long and not trying to make up. Angry at him for just existing. And yet... seeing him like this, so broken, so weak, so upset... ninety-one days of anger just felt like nothing compared to the need, the absolute imperative, to make his friend feel better. He reached out and grabbed James. The trophy got caught awkwardly between them until James let it drop to his side and allowed David to hug him.
The musical showcase was a highly anticipated event for the weekend. Aside from the fact it would just be an entertaining couple of hours, with variousacts from the eight SCIPS schools, it was also a slight insight into one of the biggest and most hotly contested events in the SCIPS calendar – the Battle of the Bands. Events throughout the year's activities would include performances from each school, with the bands gradually being whittled down to the eight best who would perform in a final concert at the year's closing event, with one band being crowned champion. The opening weekend's showcase was a good indicator of the quality of this year's bands and so far, they had set a very high bar.
Chris stared slightly in awe as the most recent act moved off from the stage, the crowd out front still going wild. They were from the Fothergill Academy, Kingswood's closest neighbour, its three members all Year 13s, one of whom was actually rumoured to be signed already with a well-known label for aa proper musical career.
"Did you hear them?" Chris asked as he wandered back to the three boys he would be performing with – Jenson, Justin and Jazz from dorm 1.10, a.k.a. Triple Jay.
"Yeah, they were pretty good!" Jenson said with a casual shrug.
"Pretty... good?" Chris exclaimed. "That's a fucking understatement!"
"Okay, they were great. Whatever. So are we," Jenson said confidently, shrugging again.
"Yeah, chill mate. This is just for show anyway. It's meant to be fun!" Justin insisted.
"I know, I know," Chris said, nodding gently. "It just feels like they're... like, MTV Music Awards and we're... school disco karaoke party!"
"Screw you, we're no fucking karaoke party!" Justin scoffed.
"Chill," Jazz said, always keen to keep the peace. "He knows we're good, right?" he asked, looking to Chris to try and redeem himself.
"Yeah, sorry... sorry, yeah," Chris nodded, frowning at his own reaction. "I just..." he paused and sighed. "I mean... this song's kinda important to me!" Seeing the others about ready to jump in, he added, "And I DO appreciate you letting me pick it!"
"Come on, after your birthday present how could we NOT go with Queen?" Jenson sniggered. "And I'm DEFINITELY not saying you're a Freddie, cos fucking believe me... you ain't no Freddie, but... we sound good singing this so... chill and enjoy giving those plebs out there a musical education!"
Chris smiled. His love of music – all music – was something he very much shared with Jenson and it was only thanks to his support that he had managed to convince the other two to go with such an old song. "Sorry, you're right," he said as he peeked round at the crowd, looking at the row where his dormmates were sitting. "I just need it to go well. I got a lot riding on this!" he sighed.
Danny was used to having his fair share of bad luck, but today almost felt like it was taking it to new levels. After the awkwardness of sitting alongside Mark for the Drama showcase, he wasn't quite sure how he had ended up at the new boy's side once again, but there he was, right at his side!
The awkward smile that had become their trademark greeting over the past month had been exchanged as they sat down and Danny had expected that to be the extent of their interaction for the afternoon, though they were barely a minute into the first act before he realised something was wrong.
He thought he had heard something, but as he looked at Mark, it seemed it may have just been a cough, mostly drowned out by the song in progress. Danny couldn't help but notice he was avoiding looking at the stage, but bitterly concluded it was likely just because Chris wasn't on yet.
As the first act ended and left the stage, the crowd cheering and applauding, he saw Mark briefly look up before turning his gaze back down to his hands, though this time he definitely heard something too.
As much as he wanted to ignore it, his innate desire to help people kicked. "You okay?" he whispered as the second act started up.
"Mmm-huh," Mark hummed, nodding without looking up.
By the third band, Mark seemed no better and Danny felt himself getting annoyed. "You sure you're okay?" he asked, more firmly than he intended.
"Yes!" Mark said back, utterly unconvincingly.
Danny frowned at the other boy, then glanced ahead at the stage and realised what the issue was... Gregory was down near the stage, the seats having all been filled and the many spectators filling the rest of the space. His attention was not on the stage though, his gaze was fixed on Mark.
It was like a switch had flipped in Danny's head. No longer was he Danny (Chris' best friend) talking to Mark (Chris' apparent NEW best friend). Instead, he was now captain of the Year 9 football team, talking to a member of his team who was being harassed by an opponent. Anything else going on between them didn't matter, he just needed to look after his teammate. "Is it Gregory? D'you want me to do something about him?" he asked curtly.
"No!" Mark snapped, looking round at Danny urgently. "Just... just leave it!" he requested, then made the mistake of glancing Gregory's way again. He let out another slight gasp as he saw his ex-boyfriend glaring back then returned to staring down at his hands.
Danny sighed and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He tapped out a quick message then slipped his phone away again. Staring over at Gregory to try and avert his gaze from Mark, it was barely five minutes later when he saw a hand appear behind the intimidating fourteen-year-old. Gregory was grabbed by his collar and yanked him backwards, through the crowd and out of sight.
Mark, who had very clearly been keeping the other boy in his peripheral vision, suddenly raised his head and frowned, then looked at Danny and asked, "What did you do?"
"Took care of it!" Danny said abruptly.
"I told you not to!" Mark said, looking annoyed at the interference.
Danny was annoyed that his help was unappreciated, but also annoyed at himself for helping someone he didn't even like. Thinking for a moment for a reasonable justification, he eventually offered, "Yeah, well, I figured if you can't even look up at the stage when Chris comes on, he'd be upset, so... I did it anyway!"
Mark looked ready to argue back, but he paused a moment to take a deep breath then said a quiet, "Thank you!"
"Everything okay?" Danny suddenly heard from his other side. He turned to face Rob and just nodded, glad to have a reason to stop talking to Mark.
"I'm gonna do what you said," Rob added, the conversation drowned out from those around them by the performing band. "I'm gonna talk to Jazz after the show. We both are, me and Luke, we're gonna tell him what's going on and see if he likes us the same way and... just put it all out there!"
"Good for you," Danny smiled. He might have been inclined to say more if he wasn't annoyed at having to interact with Mark.
By the time Chris and Triple Jay appeared on stage, not another word had passed between Mark and Danny, but Gregory had remained out of sight thankfully. The Year 9s went wild as their classmates took positions ready for their performance.
"Huh, thought he'd be using the new guitar!" Rob smirked as Chris got his guitar in place.
"I know right," Danny giggled, knowing just how ridiculously overjoyed Chris had been with the signed guitar Blane had got him for his birthday.
"Pfft," Mark scoffed. "No chance. That thing is to be looked at, admired and enjoyed, but NEVER touched. That's according to Chris anyway!"
As Rob laughed and nodded, Danny scowled. He should have known that. Not Mark. He should have been the one who knew what Chris thought! He forced himself to unclench his fists. He knew this was exactly the kind of reaction he was supposed to be avoiding. Chris and Mark were friends, potentially more than that, and he wanted Chris to be happy... which meant being happy for both of them. He forced a slight laugh at the comment as the group started their performance.
"Ooh, you make me live, whatever this world can give to me," Chris started, the other three harmonising with him.
Chris had gotten quite annoyed when most of the dorm didn't even know who the people were who had signed his new guitar. He had shouted at them for it, calling them uneducated before lecturing about the importance of musical history. Danny was the only one who knew them, the same as he was the only one who knew it was a Queen song Chris was singing. He and Chris used to listen to music together all of the time, with Chris educating Danny in his favourite retro music. It was something they had not done since Year 8.
"It's you you're all I see. Ooh, you make me live now, honey. Ooh, you make me live," Chris continued singing.
Danny didn't know the song well enough to know the lyrics, but as he listened to them he couldn't help but notice Chris staring their way as he sang.
"Oh, you're the best friend that I ever had, I've been with you such a long time," Chris went on.
Danny flinched as he heard the lyrics. He had just started forcing himself to accept Chris and Mark were mates, and begrudgingly accepted there may be some kind of romance between them, but he hadn't really believed he was actually being replaced! But here Chris was, serenading the new boy with a version of `You're My Best Friend'. "Wow, he's not being subtle, is he," Danny said bitterly to himself.
Rob glanced round at Danny for a moment, unsure what he meant until he saw Jazz, currently on drums, singing along. Rob saw the new boy smile at him. "No, he's not, is he!" he sighed. Suddenly their `talk' felt utterly unnecessary. Feeling like he MIGHT have been friend-zoned was one thing. Feelings could be open to interpretation, but having Jazz literally sing it to him eliminated any doubt that was lingering.
Danny and Rob both remained stoically silent for the remainder of the performance, though they joined in with the cheering as the song ended. One act later it was intermission and they both rushed outside, keen to get some space.
"You okay?" Danny asked, confused by Rob's apparent mood.
"Not really," Rob replied, wondering why Danny had reacted so badly to Jazz's unsubtle proclamation. "Are you?"
"Not really," Danny said back, shaking his head. He was worried if he even tried to express how he felt he would just burst into tears.
"Wanna talk about it?" Rob asked with a frown.
"No. You?" Danny answered bluntly.
"Not even a little bit," Rob said, looking on the verge of tears too. "I think I'm gonna skip the second half of the show. You wanna join me?"
"Yes!" Danny said emphatically. "Very, very yes!"
As they both started walking back towards the Home Building, they heard a shout coming from the direction of the Visitors Centre.
"Danny, wait up!" Andy, the Year 12 football captain called out as he sped up to jog over to the two boys.
"Hey Andy," Danny smiled politely.
"We got your guy!" Andy said with a grin.
Danny sniggered as he said, "I know, I saw someone grab him just now!"
"Grab... what? Who?" Andy asked, frowning.
"Gregory!" Danny said, confused by the confusion. "That's who you meant, right? I messaged Theo, I figured it was you guys who'd taken him out!"
"Oh that, yeah, we put someone else on that. He's taken care of," Andy said dismissively. "But he's not who I meant. I was talking about your hazing thing!" Andy said, then looked nervous as he stared at Rob, realising what he may have just revealed.
"It's okay, he knows," Danny said dismissively as he gestured to Rob, blushing a little before a look of shock spread across his face as Andy's words actually sunk in. "Wait, you... you know who was pranking me?" he asked urgently.
"Yes, it was me!" Rob declared.
"What?!" Danny and Andy both exclaimed at once.
Rob smirked. "Just kidding. I was feeling left out. So come on... who was it?" he demanded eagerly.
"Just come with me," Andy said with a nod.
James blew his nose then wiped his cheeks one last time. Letting out a sigh, he said, "Ugh, I feel like such an idiot!"
"Like you'd have any idea what that feels like!" David scoffed, sitting opposite him on a different sofa.
James smirked a little and said, "Good point! I just meant..."
"I know what you meant," David said, his light-heartedness slipping away quickly. "You meant you feel silly for actually having emotions like a normal human being!"
James frowned, looking ready to object, but eventually shrugged and nodded as he accepted David was right.
"Well if you're okay, I'm gonna go," David said, standing up.
"No, please," James said, jumping up too. "Can't we... talk?"
"We've got nothing to talk about," David scowled.
James raised his eyebrows as he said, "Kinda feels like we've got a LOT to talk about!"
"No, what you mean is you've got a lot to SAY and you just want me to sit here while you say it to make YOU feel better!" David snapped angrily.
"No, I... I really want to talk," James argued weakly.
"Yeah, well I don't WANT to talk to you!" David said furiously.
"Then..." James started, glancing at the chess trophy, "... why did you even come up here? Did you just... want to insult me and call me a loser?"
"No, I..." David started, but paused, unsure why he actually did come. He scowled, not wanting to admit his confusion as he said, "I just wanted to give you that cos it shoulda been yours and now I'm going!" He headed for the door.
Just as David reached the door and stepped through, he heard a gentle, "I miss you!" from James. He slammed the door behind him and immediately burst into tears as he ran down the hallway.
"Aaron?!" Danny exclaimed in surprise. "As in... Aaron Moore?"
Theo nodded at the younger captain as he handed two pieces of paper to Danny. One was the note he had received that morning. The other bore identical handwriting. "Recognised his writing and got him to write this to be sure and that's a pretty clear match!"
Danny looked from one piece of paper to the other. It was certainly a match, but what confused him was... why?! Was this some kind of revenge for Danny taking the post of captain? Aaron had seemed willing – almost eager to be free of it – so it just didn't make sense. "Oh!" Danny suddenly exclaimed as he remembered the day he had been named captain. "Yeah, erm... actually, Aaron WAS the one who told me there'd be hazing in the first place!"
"Yeah, that sounds pretty conclusive to me," Andy shrugged.
"I mean, it wouldn't hold up in court," Theo nodded, "But this isn't a court," he added with a frustrated huff.
"So... what happens now?" Rob asked curiously, having insisted on tagging along with Danny to find out the culprit.
Theo shrugged. "That's kinda up to Danny... and Aaron, actually!" he said, frowning a little. "We can either turn him in to the teachers and let them deal with it... or we take care of it ourselves!"
"Well... what'd happen to him?" Danny asked curiously. "If we turned him in, I mean."
Theo puffed out his cheeks, exhaling slowly as he shook his head and thought about it. "I don't know exactly what the school'd do to him, but with the amount of stuff he made you do, how long it went on for, all of that considered? Realistically, he could just be gone, like... expelled! They take hazing pretty seriously after what happened before. I mean, they MIGHT go easy on him, but best-case scenario is a suspension, a lifetime of detentions, maybe even removal from the football team because of it being related to a teammate!"
"Fuck," Danny muttered, shaking his head. He played the events of the past few weeks over in his head, all the humiliations, all the embarrassment, all the teasing eh had endured for apparently nothing more than Aaron's entertainment. It was infuriating. He thought about seeing Aaron kicked out and felt a momentary burst of glee, but it quickly fell away as he thought about it more. Sighing as he mentally calmed himself, he went on, "He's a really good player. I don't want the team to lose that or to... to suffer just because of me!"
Theo smirked, which attracted a few confused looks. Shaking his head, he patted Danny on the back as he said, "And ya see, THAT'S why you're captain now!"
Rob smiled too, giving Danny a supportive nudge, captain to captain.
"But that does still leave the option of having US deal with him," Theo explained. "And keep in mind, even if you choose that, Aaron might not. Sometimes guys would rather turn themselves in and face the music than deal with whatever we dish out!"
"And what exactly would you be `dishing out' then?" Rob asked curiously.
Andy's eyes flashed wickedly for a moment as he suggested, "We could black band him!"
Theo shrugged thoughtfully for a moment as he bobbed his head.
"Woah, harsh," Rob winced.
"I..." Danny started, frowning around at all three. "What is that? Should I know what that is?" he asked curiously.
"It's literally the worst punishment you can be given without involving teachers," Rob explained.
"It can be pretty extreme," Andy said, looking almost excited at the prospect. "Enforced chastity is always part of it, and not just from being... y'know... locked. Like everyone else is banned from even TOUCHING you! There's other shit too, but it's all... really bad!"
Danny pursed his lips for a moment and shook his head. "I don't think he deserves that!" he said sympathetically, then muttered, "I don't think anyone deserves that. Ever!"
"Mate you're way too nice for your own good," Andy shrugged. "Well fine, then we usually do punishments that fit the crime, so..."
"Wait, so you mean, like... we'd do to him what he did to me?" Danny asked, looking almost gleeful at the concept.
"Well I think we know the option Danny wants!" Andy sniggered at the boy's excited reaction.
Theo nodded and smiled, but looked at Danny and asked, "So just to be sure..."
"The last one!" Danny said, nodding emphatically. "Let's make him pay!"
"Great, let's go do this then!" Theo said. "Oh, and do me a favour, keep your mouth shut. Play along with WHATEVER I say and I pretty much guarantee he'll choose being punished by us instead of the teachers! Got it?"
"Got it!" Danny nodded.
Rob and Danny followed Theo and Andy through into the dorm room where Aaron was currently being guarded by Miles, the Year 11 team captain. Having been kept in the dark about why he was there and what was happening, his eyes widened at the sight of Danny, virtually providing a confession without even speaking.
Remaining back to stand alongside Andy, Danny and Rob watched as Theo approached one of the beds and sat down silently, facing Aaron who sat opposite. Miles walked away to join the other three as they prepared to see what would happen.
"Does the name Freddie Verne mean anything to you?" Theo asked, cocking his head slightly as he gave Aaron his sternest look.
"No," Aaron said nervously. "Should it?"
"It should," Theo nodded, pausing a moment to allow Aaron's nerves to keep building.
As Danny watched, he definitely felt a surge of anger at the sight of his unknown tormentor, but even after all Aaron had put him through he still felt a slight twinge of sympathy. Maybe Andy was right though. Maybe he really was too soft. This was absolutely his chance to stand up for himself for once and get the justice he deserved. It also helped that Aaron wasn't bad to look at either.
As one of the more developed boys of 1.12, he often passed as a member of the Year above, sometimes older. His physique was not dissimilar to Danny's, sporting virtually zero body fat and plenty of muscle, though his came purely from his various sporting extracurriculars and lacked the gym-built definition Danny now boasted. His smile was infamously charming, his usual ticket out of trouble with the teachers, though it was nowhere in sight as he sat staring at Theo whose eyes remained fixed on him.
"He was the last person put another student through any kind of hazing ritual," Theo explained, pausing again to let Aaron really catch on that this was about the hazing. "That was back in 2005. Do you know where Freddie is today?" As Aaron gulped and shook his head, Theo said coldly, "STILL in prison!"
"Wh... what?! He... what?!" Aaron stuttered, looking terrified. The usually mature-looking teen suddenly looked like a very scared little boy as he stared at Theo in dread.
"Yeah, that's right. Hazing is actually a crime, as Freddie learned the HARD way! His entire life, just... ruined, because he wanted to hurt and humiliate another student!" Theo explained.
Danny glanced round at Andy curiously, silently questioning what he was hearing. He got a momentary smirk back before the older boy forced himself back to a stern look. Danny understood what was happening.
"You see, this is why we don't do hazing on the football team anymore. It's to protect people from ending up like Freddie!" Theo explained. He paused for a moment to really let it sink in, then asked, "So why do you think I might be telling YOU about Freddie?"
Aaron looked over at Danny, his face pale, seemingly on the verge of throwing up, bursting into tears or possibly both at once. "I... I'm... I'm sorry!" he whimpered to Theo, then looked to Danny again and said, "I'm so sorry. I... I just... I thought... it was... I... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
Theo moved forward from the bed to kneel in front of Aaron. He reached up and placed a hand on his shoulder as he said, "Hey. It's okay. There's... a chance... a very SMALL chance that you don't have to end up like Freddie!"
"There is?" Aaron asked, visibly trembling but vaguely hopeful.
"Mmm-huh," Theo hummed, pausing a few moments, deliberately letting Aaron's nerves build again. "Well, you know how things work at Kingswood when it comes to discipline. We can either turn you in and... you become the story we tell future generations about how badly things can go if they try hazing someone!" Another pause. Theo didn't look like he was enjoying torturing the boy, but he also didn't look like he wasn't! "Or... we can handle this ourselves. We could punish you without telling the teachers... or the police!"
"Please!" Aaron yelped. "Please please please don't turn me in. I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"
"Well..." Theo said as he stood up, turning away. He shot Danny a quick smile, his back to the distressed boy sat on the bed. "That's really up to Danny, isn't it!" he said with a hearty sigh. "I mean... he's the one you've hurt and humiliated, so if he thinks you should be turned in and answer to your crimes in a court of law, then I think it's only fair that's what we do."
"No please," Aaron whimpered as he looked desperately to his classmate.
"But if Danny thinks we can handle this ourselves..." Theo went on before being interrupted.
"Danny!" Aaron said, staring teary-eyed at the other boy. "I'm SO sorry for what I did to you. Please don't turn me in. Please! I... I'll do anything, ANYTHING, please just... I don't wanna go to prison!" He burst into tears.
Danny felt understandably bad for Aaron. Despite everything he had put him through, seeing any other student this distressed was hard to see. Jumping into action before sympathy could overwhelm his lingering desire to assert himself, he said, "I think turning him in would be a fitting punishment!"
Aaron let out a whimper as he stared at Danny.
"But..." Danny quickly went on, "I suppose we could CONSIDER handling this ourselves!"
"Yes, please, that!" Aaron pleaded. "I promise, whatever you decide I need to do... I'll do it!"
"Well you know what, let's start simple," Danny said, looking Aaron up and down. He turned to Theo and said, "You're allowed to give naked time, right?"
"Sure," Theo nodded.
"What? No!" Aaron yelped, looking panicked. "I've never..."
"You have now!" Danny snapped, scowling furiously. Looking to Theo again he asked, "What's the longest you can give?"
Theo looked to Andy and shrugged. "I mean... there's no actual set limit really," he said, getting a nod of agreement from Andy. "But I suppose anything more than two weeks and the teachers are gonna start asking what you could have done that's bad enough to earn a punishment like that!" He got another nod from Andy.
"Great. Two weeks. Get it off!" Danny said, staring Aaron dead in the eye.
"B... but... please... no," Aaron whimpered.
"Oh, you know... I think I changed my mind. I think I'll go tell Mr Trent what's been going on!" Danny said, turning to the door.
"NO!" Aaron yelped. "Okay, okay, just... okay!" He quickly began to undress. Being naked in front of others was something Aaron had very much gotten used to from the communal shower rooms as well changing after PE and football practice, but that was always a situation where they were ALL doing it. Being naked around a naked person was no big issue because it was normal. Being naked around fully dressed people... that was when it really became difficult.
Even now, with just four others in the room he was trembling as he undressed. The thought of having to spend the entirety of the next two weeks permanently naked made him feel downright nauseous and it showed all over his face.
Danny watched with a slight hint of satisfaction. In reality, he had not actually expected anything more to come of the whole situation. He had seen so many pranks during his time at the school go unpunished, the perpetrators remaining unknown. He had assumed that was what would happen again. Finding out who had pranked him so quickly, and seeing such swift justice, should have felt amazing, yet Danny just felt bad for the other boy. Of course, that didn't mean he was going to go easy on him.
Now clad in just his boxers, Aaron let out a slight whimper before shoving them down. Instinctively, he cupped one hand over his cock and balls as he stepped out of his underwear but remembered that covering up was heavily frowned upon during naked punishments. He let his hands hang by his sides. His dick was about as generic as they came – not long but not short, not fat but not skinny, some pubes but not a bush, remarkable only in its unremarkability.
"So is this all you want him to do?" Andy asked, curious to see what else Danny had in mind in the name of justice.
"Fuck no!" Danny smirked. "He made my life hell for..." he paused, thinking, "Like, four weeks, so I want the same in return. Four weeks, he does whatever I say. He refuses any punishment at any time, I tell you, and we report him. Sound fair?"
"Very!" Andy smiled.
"No, please... I'm... I'm sorry," Aaron whined, shuddering at the thought of what Danny might do back to him.
"Fuck off. You're not sorry!" Danny snapped, his anger flaring for just a moment. "You're just sorry you got caught!"
"Also," Rob said, leaning in towards Danny, "Just thought I should mention... it's half-term after next week, so you won't see him for a whole week!"
"Oh, good point," Danny nodded. "So make it five weeks, just so we're even!" he said, looking from Andy to Theo and back.
"Sounds fair to me!" Theo shrugged.
"So if anyone asks why you're like that," Danny said, looking the embarrassed boy up and down, "With your teeny little weenie out," he said, getting a snigger from the others, "All you tell them... and I want you to use these exact words, is `I'm a naughty little boy who deserves to be punished!' Got it?"
"Oh come on Danny, please," Aaron moaned.
"Aaron," Danny said, walking closer to the naked boy as he stared him dead in the eye. "Why are you naked?"
"Danny," Aaron said pleadingly, his jaw quivering. Seeing Danny stare back at him, he sighed and said, "I'm a naughty little boy who deserves to be punished!"
"Good boy," Danny sniggered, patting him patronisingly on the head.
"This sucks," Aaron pouted.
"Oh!" Danny said, eyes flashing wickedly. "Now THERE'S an idea. Anyone wanna get sucked?"
"Fuck yeah!" Andy yelped happily. As Theo looked at him, shaking his head a little, he said, "Oh, what? Am I meant to, like... say no to a blowjob? I'm only human!"
"Whatever," Theo said, rolling his eyes at his younger counterpart. "I'll pass!"
"Pfft, your loss!" Andy scoffed.
"Danny, one sec," Theo said, gesturing for Danny to come over as he neared the door.
"Get sucking!" Andy said as he pulled his dick out, approaching Aaron as Danny walked away.
Danny sniggered back at them as he approached Theo. "Thanks for... sorting this!" he said with a smile. "And the Gregory thing too!"
"Oh, yeah. Almost forgot that. You're welcome. And no problem," Theo replied with a shrug. "But about this," he said, gesturing to Aaron who was now on his knees and sucking Andy's dick. "Just... don't get carried away, okay. I'll be watching!"
Danny looked round, then back to the older boy and nodded. "Yeah, okay," he said, pouting a little. As Theo left, he turned back to face Rob and said, "You having a go?"
"I will if you are!" Rob grinned.
"Of course I fucking am!" Danny smirked.
The two boys moved over to flank Andy, each pulling out their dicks. As Aaron glanced round, Andy's dick still in his mouth he let out a moan.
"Get used to it. You're in for a long four weeks!" Danny sniggered.
"Five!" Rob corrected him.
"Oh yeah," Danny chuckled. "Now hurry up. I wanna be finished for when the music showcase ends so we can REALLY get you seen!"
Aaron sniffled a little as he continued to suck.
"Switch!" Danny instructed after a couple of minutes, taking Andy's place in the middle, smirking as he felt Aaron's lips around his cock. "And stroke those two while you suck me!" he ordered.
"Ah yeah," Andy giggled as Aaron reached up to start wanking him. "Tell ya what. For a humiliation-loving little freak, being in charge looks good on you!" he said, nodding at Danny with a grin.
"Yeah," Rob agreed, discretely teasing his own nipples. "This is a Danny I can get behind!" he smirked.
Danny smiled broadly at the compliments. He had felt so crappy lately because of what was happening with Chris and Mark, so this certainly made a nice change. Eager to hear more, he grabbed Aaron's head, his fingers clenching tightly onto the other boy's hair, and pushed into him so his cock hit the back of his throat.
Aaron began to cough a splutter as he pulled away.
"Shut up and keep sucking!" Danny snapped.
After a couple more minutes, Danny swapped places with Rob, making Aaron suck him instead, occasionally swatting the back of his head to remind him to keep stroking the two dicks in his grasp.
"Ugh, I'm cumming," Rob eventually moaned as Aaron continued sucking away at him.
"Down his throat!" Danny snapped.
"Fuck!" Rob grunted. "Okay!" He continued letting his hips thrust slightly as he began to shoot, his seed hitting the back of Aaron's throat.
Aaron groaned but swallowed with no further complaint.
"Fuck, me too!" Andy grunted, spurred on by the sound of Rob's orgasmic moans.
"Yeah, and me," Danny giggled. "Open wide!" he ordered as Rob pulled out.
Aaron remained sat there, mouth agape as the other two began to shoot. Most of it got in his mouth, though a few drops smeared his cheek and a little managed to find its way up his nose.
"Okay, lick `em clean, then tidy yourself up. We're going out!" Danny ordered.
Within two minutes, Aaron had wiped off his face, sucked the remnants of spunk from the other two dicks and stood near the door, ready but clearly not eager to face his public humiliation.
"And what is it you say if anyone asks?" Danny asked as he grabbed the door handle.
Aaron sighed and said, "I'm a naughty little boy who deserves to be punished!"
Dinner that evening felt very quiet. Shortly before, all of the visitors had left, needing to get back to their own schools at a reasonable time. Back to just the Kingswood students, things felt decidedly normal... at least by Kingswood standards. The fact there were two naked boys in the Dining Hall actually made it feel even more `normal'! Aside from Aaron, who Danny had already taken great pleasure in seeing humiliated, a Year 11 boy had also received a punishment for something he had done over the weekend, though in his case there had been some mercy and he had been allowed to wait for the visitors to depart before being disrobed. Aaron had not been granted that mercy and had been seen by virtually every visiting student and teacher, much to his dismay.
"I wonder what he did!" Mark mused as he glanced down the long Year 9 table to where Aaron was sitting with his dormmates.
Chris shrugged as he said, "No idea. Usually if you don't get told straight away, it probably means you'll never know, so I don't bother asking anymore!"
"So we just... accept that he's naked?" Mark asked, still not used to the school's unusual and somewhat unorthodox disciplinary system.
"Yup," Chris nodded. "I know it's a bit crazy..."
"A bit?!" Mark scoffed.
"Okay, it's fucking mental, but... it works!" Chris said with a wry grin. "I guarantee, whatever he did, after this, there's no way he'll do it again!"
"Yeah, I'll bet!" Mark said, feeling sorry for the naked boy who was now the target of a lot of teasing.
"And if I had to guess, I'd say you don't exactly fancy the idea of having to do what he's doing either, so it reminds everyone else to behave as much as it does him!" Chris explained.
"Too right," Mark said, shuddering at the prospect.
The two boys sat eating quietly for a few moments, the rest of the dorm engaged in various conversations of their own. Eventually Chris frowned a little and said, "Sorry I kinda abandoned you this weekend, especially with it being your birthday!"
Mark shrugged and smiled. "Actually it's... been a pretty good weekend all in all."
"Yeah?" Chris enquired cheerfully, leaning back a little as he smiled at the other boy.
Mark nodded. "Yeah. I feel like I'm actually getting there with some of the guys," he explained in a low whisper, not wanting the others to hear him talking about them. "I mean, things are good with Josh... and that's kinda meant Mike seems okay with me too. I actually had a conversation with Nicky that was longer than two words. And...Danny actually did something nice for me! It's... definitely an improvement!"
Chris smirked and said, "I should abandon you more often!" As Mark laughed, Chris felt a gnawing sensation in his gut, though he did his best not to let it show. "Actually, I erm... I need to do something after dinner, so I may have to abandon you again for a bit! Is that okay?"
"Sure, I'll be fine," Mark said cheerfully.
Chris continued to force a smile throughout the remainder of the meal. Once everyone was finished and they started making their way out of the Dining Hall, Chris made his excuses and parted ways with them. After several minutes of lingering near the door, he finally spotted Mr Beecham leave the teachers' table, accompanied by a couple of other teachers.
"Excuse me sir," he said politely as the three men approached. "Can I have a moment please?"
"Sure," Mr Beecham said, nodding polite farewells to the other two men as they walked on. "You okay?" he asked softly. "Do we need to go somewhere private?"
Chris' jaw began to quiver as he nodded.
"Okay, hold it together," Mr Beecham said softly, placing a hand on Chris's back to guide him down the hallway to an empty meeting room. Chris was pretty much in tears before the door was even closed. He leaned down a little to pull Chris into a hug.
Chris just cried for a couple of minutes, sobbing aloud at first before it gave way to silent tears for a couple more minutes.
Mr Beecham continued to hold the boy until he had calmed enough to let go. He guided him gently to sit in a chair, then sat on the side of a table with his feet up on a chair, looking at Chris as he asked, "Wanna tell me what's wrong?"
Chris reached up to rub his face with both hands, sniffling as he wiped tears from his cheeks and the corners of his eyes. "Everything," he said shakily, sounding on the verge of breaking down into tears again.
"I thought you were having a good weekend!" Mr Beecham exclaimed. His head tilted sympathetically as he reached out to gently stroke a few strands of hair away from Chris' forehead "Both of your performances today went great!"
"Thanks," Chris sniffed, managing a weak smile. "I just... I'm screwing everything up!" he sighed dejectedly.
"In what way?" Mr Beecham asked curiously as he sat observing the distraught boy.
"Just everything I touch turns to crap," Chris said bitterly, shaking his head. "I've managed to piss of Mikey without even doing anything. Ugh, I mean Mike. Fuck, I can't even get his name right!" he grumbled to himself. "I tried to, like... be nice to Danny and sing a song I thought he'd appreciate, but all it seemed to do was piss him off more and make him leave. I thought things were getting better with David, but he didn't even come to see me perform! And then worst of all, the one thing I THOUGHT I was doing well, helping Mark settle in, it turns out I even managed to fuck that up too! Two days without me and he's made more progress with the others than he did with me helping him for the last six weeks! I'm fucking useless at everything!"
"Wow, okay," Mr Beecham nodded as Chris finally came to a stop. "That... does sound like a lot!"
"And nobody wants to have sex with me anymore, probably cos they know I'd screw that up too!" Chris added, sniffling again.
"I'm sure that's not true," Mr Beecham tried to disagree.
"I could tell you about all the sex I HAVEN'T HAD, if that helps prove it's true!" Chris growled angrily. "The last time anyone even touched me was, like, almost two weeks ago and even that was only cos it was my birthday and they probably felt like they had to!"
"Wow, almost two weeks," Mr Beecham said a little sarcastically. "Chris, that's... hardly a long time!"
"It is to me!" Chris snapped. "I bet you've never gone that long in your LIFE!"
"Ha!" the teacher cackled. "I swear, this school does a lot of things well but it seriously does NOT give you guys realistic expectations of sex!"
Chris frowned as he cocked his head curiously at the comment. "Why? How long's it been?" he asked with an almost-smile.
Mr Beecham shrugged. "I dunno. How long is it since WE... did stuff?"
"Shut the fuck up!" Chris snapped, staring wide-eyed. He immediately blushed as he realised how blunt he had been, looking a little panicked until he smirked and said, "Oh wait, it's only you. I can swear at you all I want!"
"Such respect," Mr Beecham said, shaking his head.
"Are you seriously saying you haven't been with anyone since we fucked?" Chris asked, genuinely shocked.
"I haven't..." Mr Beecham started, but stopped himself. He sighed, knowing where his next statement could lead, but he knew he was going to say it anyway. "I haven't even unlocked myself since then!" he admitted, referring to his voluntary chastity.
"Fuck ALL the way off!" Chris scoffed. "No chance, now you're just making shit up!" he insisted.
Mr Beecham raised his eyebrows as he shook his head.
"Jesus, how have you not exploded?" Chris asked.
"One touch and I probably would," the teacher sniggered, then blushed at the admission.
"I wanna fuck you!" Chris stated bluntly.
"Woah," Mr Beecham said, standing up and backing away. He had thought his comments might make Chris suggest unlocking him but hadn't imagined such a bold offer. "We covered this last time, Chris, in that we said it WAS our last time!"
"Yeah, but you're not getting any action and I feel crappy. Being with you makes me feel less crappy... and it means you finally get laid, so it's a win all round!" Chris reasoned. As he saw the man prepare to argue back, he stood up, moved closer and smiled. "I know you're gonna object, but I'll keep arguing and you know," he paused to grin, then repeated more firmly, "You KNOW, you'll say yes eventually so... why don't we save time," he reached up to place a hand on the man's cheek as he finished, "...and just do it!"
"Fuck," Owen muttered. Any pretence he was still `Mr Beecham' in this scenario was gone now, melted away with his resolve to stand firm against Chris' advances.
"That's what I thought!" Chris whispered as he stretched up and pulled Owen closer at the same time, their lips meeting.
The kiss was gentle, but only for a few moments, slowly but surely increasing in both ferocity and passion as they grasped at each other.
Owen pushed Chris away just a little. "This is ABSOLUTELY our last time!" he insisted firmly as their lips parted, Chris' mouth making its way to his neck instead
"Yeah, okay," Chris agreed mindlessly, losing himself in the feeling of the body pressed against his own. Sex in general made him feel better, but it was just the closeness of another person that really made him relax.
"I don't... have my keys with me!" Owen gasped.
Chris pulled back for a moment and grinned wickedly as he said, "You don't need to be unlocked for what I'm gonna do. Turn around!" He grabbed the man and span him on the spot, then pushed him over so his top half was laying on the table. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small pack of lube.
Glancing back at the boy, Owen smirked as he asked, "Do you ALWAYS carry lube with you?"
Chris shrugged as he nodded and said, "Yeah, pretty much. I mean... this IS Kingswood! Always be prepared, that's our motto!"
"I think that's the boy scouts!" Owen sniggered.
"Oh, then what's ours?" Chris asked, looking round for anywhere he could spot the school crest.
"Ut pueros venire. Discede quam hominibus!" Owen recited from memory.
"What doe sit mean?" Chris asked curiously, but quickly added, "Oh wait, I don't care! Fucking!"
"Fair point," Owen sniggered as he reached down beneath himself to undo his trousers before Chris yanked them down to his knees along with his underwear.
The kissing appeared to be the extent of the foreplay Chris had wanted as his dick was lubed and pushing inside Owen moments later.
"Fuck," Owen moaned as he felt the boy hurriedly thrust inside him.
"Yeah, sorry, it's not much," Chris apologised sheepishly.
Owen reached back to grab Chris' hand as he whispered, "It's plenty. And it feels great!"
"Thanks!" Chris beamed. Taking that as his cue to really get going, he started slamming into the teacher, fucking him hard and fast. It felt amazing to be fucking someone again. The last time he had been with the man, it had been the other way around with Owen fucking him, but this felt every bit as good. Based on the moans coming from Owen, he very much felt the same. "Unnh, god your arse is so sexy!" Chris growled as he grasped at the two fleshy buttocks.
Owen just let out a series of moans in response.
Chris continued, the force of his thrusts increasing as he grew closer and closer to release. He suddenly felt a tightening of the muscular ring around his dick, accompanied by some high-pitched whimpers. "Fuck, are you cumming?" he asked in shock.
"Mmm-huh," was all Owen could manage to reply.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck," Chris muttered. The man's pulsating sphincter felt amazing, but knowing he had made the teacher cum in his cage was what truly pushed Chris over the edge as he spurted his load inside of him. Panting heavily after filling the man up, he collapsed onto his back, laying lightly atop him.
"Seriously Chris, this was our last time!" Owen insisted.
Chris only gave a slight hum in response, lost in the post-orgasmic afterglow, finally feeling like he had done something right.
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://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/tales-from-kingswood/
Half-Term at Kingswood (Book 1 bonus story) – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/half-term-at-kingswood/
The Kingswood Eight (Book 2) - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/the-kingswood-eight/
A Very Kingswood Easter (Book 2 bonus story) - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/a-very-kingswood-easter/
The Benny Saga (in reading order)
Benny Takes Control – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/benny-takes-control/
The Dangers of Desire – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-dangers-of-desire/
Benny's House – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/bennys-house/
Other Series
Possession – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/possession-series/
Jack Hamilton – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jack-hamilton/
Phil's Naked Adventures – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/phils-naked-adventures/
One-shots
The Art of Seduction – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-art-of-seduction
Jake's Exposure – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jakes-exposure
Becoming an Internet Master – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/becoming-an-internet-master
Brian's Big Mistake – http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/brians-big-mistake
And Then It Got Worse – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/masturbation/and-then-it-got-worse
Missed Opportunity – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/missed-opportunity