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The Kingswood Effect
Chapter 26
Saturday 26 February 2022
Football practice had been intense that morning. It was the last training session that would take place before the next match in the SCIPS tournament the following day. All six of the Kingswood teams had made it through to Round Two, meaning they all had a match scheduled, five of which were against the host school – and main rival of Kingswood – The King Edward VI Evans Hill School for Boys, aka `King Edwards'.
Each of the teams had their own issues, grudges and vendettas with the rivals, though the Year 9 team had more baggage than most. The previous year, the Kingswood team had been disqualified during a qualifying match against them before going on to eventually beat them in the finals. The disqualification had been the result of `unacceptable violence'. Mikey had assaulted the team captain, Gregory, for telling Josh he should have jumped off the roof during his suicide attempt the previous year!
As if that wasn't enough drama for one team, the current Kingswood goalkeeper, Mark, had been at King Edwards the previous year, playing in goal for them as well as being the secret boyfriend of closeted, homophobic thug, Gregory. The captain had been removed from the position after Mark `secretly' turned him in for attempting to blackmail the Kingswood team. It had effectively ended their relationship at the same time.
Danny felt his team was ready for a good match, but need to make sure they were ready to deal with the issues surrounding it too. "So... are we good?" Danny asked, looking sternly from Josh to Mikey and back. As the two boys shrugged at each other, Danny asked Josh, "If any of the King Edwards guys come at you again, what do you do?"
Josh sighed, shaking his head. "Tell a teacher or come get you!" he said, repeating himself for the millionth time.
"Right," Danny nodded. "And you," he continued, looking to Mikey, "Any of them says anything to Josh or to you or does anything to piss you off, what are you NOT going to do?"
Mikey huffed too then answered, "Punch em in the face, kick em in the balls or generally hurt them in any of the ways they totally fucking deserve!"
Danny sighed as he frowned at them. "Close enough," he conceded. "Just... keep your cool, stick to the game, you'll be great, I know it!" He gave them a sincere smile and said, "Okay, get back to the others!"
"Ugh, he takes this all WAY too seriously!" Mikey muttered as the two boys hurried away.
"I HEARD THAT!" Danny shouted after them. He looked to Mark, who was standing nearby awaiting his turn with the team captain. "Sorry `bout that," he blushed a little as Mark approached.
"You really don't need to do this!" Mark insisted immediately. "I'm fine!"
"Mate, come on!" Danny said, shaking his head.
Mark had spent the best part of 18 months in a secret (and abusive) relationship with Gregory. Since they split up and Mark left the school to move to Kingswood, they had seen each other a total of two times. The first had been at the SCIPS opening weekend, when Gregory had intimidated Mark so much that Danny had been forced to intervene. The second had been four weeks ago, when the boys had travelled to the Crestwood School for Boys for the first match of Round Two. Mark had only seen Gregory from a distance, spending the entire time they were at Crestwood a nervous wreck simply from the proximity.
"Seriously," Danny said, frowning with obvious concern, "We're not just PLAYING against him, we're literally going back to the school you absolutely fucking hate."
"Jesus, Danny. Give it a rest," Mark huffed. "It's like you WANT me to be upset or something!" he complained.
"No, I WANT you to be okay, and I really don't think you are!" Danny insisted.
Mark let out an annoyed grunt and said, "Whatever. It'll be fine. It won't affect the match!"
"Fuck the match!" Danny snapped, getting a surprised look back. He pursed his lips thoughtfully for a moment and said, "Well... don't fuck the match, still win the match obviously, but what I mean is... the match isn't what I'm worried about. I'm worried about YOU being back there and around HIM!"
Mark rolled his eyes and said, "Ugh, can't we go back to when you just hated me?"
"I never hated you," Danny replied a little awkwardly. "I just... wanted you to... not be here anymore!" He gave a lop-sided grin and got a snigger back from Mark.
"Fine, okay," Mark conceded, slightly moved by Danny's obvious concern and the candour of his response. "Maybe it's gonna be tough and it'll suck not having Chris around for support," Mark explained, "But... if I need anything I know you'll be there so... we're all good, okay?"
"If you just don't want to go back there, we'll manage, okay," Danny suggested.
"Nah," Mark said, waving dismissively. "Our back-up goalkeeper's absolute shit!" He grinned.
Danny, as the back-up goalkeeper, was substantially less amused. "You're not funny," he grumbled.
"No, but I'm hot, so it's okay!" Mark said, flashing his cutest smile.
"Damn, I wish that didn't work!" Danny said, utterly charmed by the grin. "But fine, just... be careful, okay!"
Mark smiled as he nodded gently.
"Off for a date, are you?" a Year 7 boy taunted as Josh passed him in the hallway.
"Best book a window cleaner!" a boy beside him added, both boys laughing as Josh just walked on, scowling.
It had been three days since he had been caught wanking outside the gym, while spying on Mr Rudd. The teacher's estimate that half the school would have heard about it within minutes was pretty spot-on, with the other half hearing the gossip within the hour. Since then, the teasing had been merciless. Even when Josh managed to find somewhere quiet to escape the taunts, he still had a constant reminder of the incident in the form of the chastity device he had been sentenced to wear.
Josh reached Mr Rudd's office to find the door already open. He knocked on the door anyway and stared into the room where the teacher was working at his desk. He didn't respond for several seconds, and Josh was unsure whether he had heard the knock. Waiting a few more seconds, Josh was just about to knock again when Mr Rudd looked over at him and said, "Josh, come in!" As Josh walked into the room, the man added, "Close the door behind you... and lock it!"
Josh let out a gentle gasp at the mention of locking it, but did as he was told then turned to look back. Mr Rudd got up and walked around his desk, leaning against the front of it as he gestured to a chair. Josh sat down, staring up at the imposing man.
"So how are you today, Josh?" Mr Rudd asked, smiling.
Josh felt immediately at ease when he saw the smile. He had been unsure whether he was going to get the nice, relatable Mr Rudd he had gotten to know on the camping trip in November, or the strict, harsh Mr Rudd he saw in their PE lessons. The smile suggested the former. "I'm okay thanks, sir," Josh replied politely.
"All ready for your trip to King Edwards?" Mr Rudd asked, cocking his head slightly.
Josh frowned a little at the teacher's expression, it was one he knew well. It wasn't quite pity, but it was close enough, the face of someone who knew the details of his `tragic' past. Josh suppressed his frustration and said, "Yes sir, hoping for a good match and a win!"
"Glad to hear it," Mr Rudd nodded. "Well I suppose we should get down to business," he went on, getting a slight groan from Josh. "I'm sure you know why we're having this meeting, don't you?"
"Yes sir," Josh replied.
"Which is..." Mr Rudd prompted.
Josh's cheeks flushed as he squirmed slightly in his seat. Why did he have to say it? He let out a brief moan and said, "Because I was... doing things... I shouldn't be!"
"What things were you doing, and where?" Mr Rudd asked bluntly.
"Siiiir!" Josh whined, but the stony expression he got back told him there was no avoiding this. "I was... wanking... out in the hallway near the gym!"
"Mmm-huh," the man hummed. "And WHY were you `wanking' near the gym?" He added air quotes to the colloquialism, as if to emphasise the embarrassment of it.
"Because..." Josh started, avoiding looking at the teacher. "Because... ah, come on sir, please don't make me say it!"
"Actually, Josh, I think it's quite important you DO say it. Along with your lack of self-control, it's what we're here to discuss, after all!" Mr Rudd explained.
"We are? I thought it was... just cos I was knocking one out sir," Josh said, knowing he'd rather talk about wanking than... the other thing!
"No, Josh," Mr Rudd said. "Your inappropriate masturbation is a symptom. We're here to discuss the cause. So, WHY were you... pleasuring yourself near the gym, Josh?"
The continued use of his name made Josh feel a little on edge in a way he couldn't quite grasp. He squirmed a little more and mumbled, "Cos you were there."
"Sorry, I didn't hear that!" Mr Rudd said firmly. "And look at me when you speak to me, Josh!"
Josh raised his head to look at Mr Rudd, trying to force himself to speak, but nothing came out as he sat staring at him.
"Josh!" Mr Rudd prompted expectantly.
"Fine. Okay. FINE!" Josh snapped, a surge of rage welling within him. "It's because you were there, okay! I was spying on you and wanking and I shot a fucking load all over the window cos I was spying on YOU. Happy now?" The moment he finished speaking, the rage subsided and he was left with the immediate regret of shouting and swearing at the teacher. "S... sorry s... s... sir," Josh stuttered.
Mr Rudd stepped forward from his desk, looming tall over Josh who stared up, looking petrified. He reached down and placed a hand on the boy's shoulder, getting a nervous squeak in response. "You should mind your language," he said sternly, then smiled as he said, "But that's the sort of honesty we're going to need, Josh. Well done."
Josh just stared up at him, bewildered. Eventually he managed to ask, "I'm not... in trouble?"
Mr Rudd squatted down, so he was now slightly shorter than Josh, looking him dead in the eyes as he said, "I told you, Josh, we're here to get to the bottom of what's going on and that will require brutal honesty at times, just... maybe don't yell it at me, okay?"
"Yes sir," Josh smiled awkwardly.
"We can talk more while we take care of other things," Mr Rudd said as he stood. "Pop your clothes off."
"What?" Josh asked nervously. He just got a firm stare back, so he stood and began to undress. It wasn't a huge deal to be naked in front of the man, he had done it before. It wasn't even a big issue to be seen in his chastity device, as it was Mr Rudd who had put him in it. It was more about the confession Josh had just made. To be stripping in front of a man who KNEW he was attracted to him, it felt even more exposing.
As Josh finished removing his clothes, he stood facing the teacher, his hands linked casually together in front of his crotch, not specifically hiding, more just trying to make the straining cock within it less obvious.
"Come with me," Mr Rudd instructed as he headed to the door in the back of the room.
Josh followed the man through the door to find himself in a small bathroom. It was nothing too elaborate; just a toilet, wash basin and a shower cubicle in one corner. Josh had never really considered that the PE staff would have their own facilities, but it made sense. Mr Rudd occasionally showered with the boys in the main locker room after PE, but Josh had never thought about what he did the rest of the times.
Mr Rudd reached into the cubicle, turned on the shower then looked to Josh and said, "We're going to be testing your self-control here, Josh. Do you think you can do as you're told?"
"Yes sir," Josh nodded, unsure what was about to be asked of him.
"Okay, so you're going to step into the shower, place your hands on the back of your head and close your eyes. You will not move your hands or open your eyes until I instruct you to do so. Do you understand?" Mr Rudd explained.
"Y... yes sir," Josh said, feeling his cock strain again. He was already wearing a one of the smallest devices available, but having not yet developed much in that area, he didn't exactly fill it normally, which left just enough room for him to get most of the way erect. He did as he was told and walked into the shower, then placed his hands on his head, let out a nervous sigh and closed his eyes. For a minute, all he felt was the warm water spraying onto him.
"Josh," Mr Rudd said, suddenly very close. "I'm going to wash you down, which means I'll have to touch you. Is that okay?"
"Yes sir," Josh said, his breathing growing a little ragged at the thought of the man touching him. He immediately felt two strong hands grasp him, one holding his hip while the other started lathering his chest.
"Remember what I said, Josh. Eyes closed, hands on your head," Mr Rudd reminded.
"Yes sir," Josh repeated.
The teacher slowly worked his way around Josh's upper body, soaping up and then rinsing off his chest, his back, his smooth, exposed armpits and his arms. "Okay, hands behind your back," he instructed.
Josh immediately complied, then felt the man's hands on his head, shampooing his hair. He let out a content moan as he felt the teacher massaging his scalp, followed by a playful giggle as Mr Rudd grabbed both cheeks and soaped up his face, gently playing with him. It was a strange sensation to be so completely under the man's control. It had been a little scary at first, but when it became obvious Mr Rudd wasn't going to hurt him, Josh actually relaxed and enjoyed it. The fact his cock was screaming at him for release remained secondary to the playfully affectionate wash.
With his face and head rinsed off, Josh felt Mr Rudd's hands moved down to his legs, starting at his firm thighs, down his knees to his shins before lifting the feet one at a time, tickling them slightly. Josh let out another giggle.
"I'm going to remove your chastity device now, Josh. Is that okay?" Mr Rudd asked politely. "And remember, eyes closed, hands behind your back."
"Yes sir, that's fine," Josh said, still at ease but suddenly nervous of his dick being fully released. He stood as he felt the teacher unlocking him, sliding off the cage before removing the ring. "Sorry, I'm... erm... I mean... that it's..." Josh stuttered, knowing Mr Rudd was now probably looking directly at his small but solid cock.
"It's okay, Josh. It's perfectly understandable," Mr Rudd replied.
Josh let out a slight moan. The continuing use of his name was starting to do something to him. Hearing his own name in the man's voice, knowing he was the sole object of his attention, it was almost... intoxicating.
"Well I don't see any sign of injury, so the cage seems to be a good fit," Mr Rudd observed. "But I do want to wash you off properly, Josh, so I'll need to touch your private parts now!"
"That's okay sir," Josh said, his knees trembling at the prospect.
"I'm not quite sure that's enough," Mr Rudd said softly. "I think maybe just to be thorough, you should ask me to wash you!"
Josh shuddered and let out a slight whimper before he gulped and said, "S... sir, please... please wash me!"
"A bit more specific," Mr Rudd whispered, now standing, leaning close to Josh's ear.
"Please... could you wash my willy sir," Josh requested, immediately flinching at his own choice of words. He hadn't even called it that for years.
"Just that, Josh?" Mr Rudd asked.
"And my balls," Josh gasped. As he heard Mr Rudd move slightly he blurted out, "And my butt, please sir!" He heard a slight chuckle and felt a pleasant warmth in his stomach at the thought of pleasing the man.
Josh felt the hands on him again, but this time one was on his balls, while the other reached round to cup a buttock. Both hands were slick with shower gel, and as the one on his balls lathered gently, the one round the back massaged one cheek before moving over to the other. Without any warning, both hands suddenly moved. One grasped at his erection, the other slid into the cleft of his butt, the side of the teacher's index finger sliding down it and across his hole.
"Oh my god," Josh gasped, convinced he was going to blow his load at any moment.
Fortunately (or unfortunately?!) the washing did seem to be just that. Once the intimate areas had been soaped up, Mr Rudd let the spray of the shower rinse it off as he pulled his hands away.
"Wait there a moment," Mr Rudd instructed, followed several seconds later by, "Okay, you can move your hands and open your eyes. Turn the shower off please."
Josh turned as he opened his eyes and turned off the shower, then looked back round and let out a shocked gasp. Mr Rudd was standing there clad in just a towel. It had never occurred to him that the teacher had also stripped off to wash him down, but knowing he had been naked sent ripples of pleasure straight down to his straining prick.
"Here, let me dry you!" Mr Rudd said, holding up a towel.
Josh stepped forward and immediately felt the man's hands, through the towel, rubbing him down. He complied when he was told to put his hands on his head, once again exposing the pale, smooth concave of his armpits. Once he was allowed to lower his arms, most of his body already dried, Mr Rudd tossed the towel onto his head and started drying his hair, clearly being playful again. Josh couldn't help giggling along, ending up with a huge grin on his face as the towel was pulled away and he found the half-naked man staring down at him.
"Here, let's tidy you up," Mr Rudd said, grabbing a comb from beside the sink. He quickly combed Josh's hair into his usual style, then frowned at him and said, "Maybe this is better!" He started combing again, not changing it massively. While it was usually swept towards Josh's right, the teacher had swept it the other way. "Yeah, I like that," he nodded as he put the comb down. "Now, let's move onto your next exercise!"
"Yes sir," Josh said, watching nervously as Mr Rudd walked back out into his office, still wearing just the towel. Josh walked behind him, painfully conscious of his erection bobbing about ahead of him. It wasn't big enough to have much sway, but it moved enough to be conspicuous.
"Now Josh, would I be correct in saying that you were in the corridor, masturbating because you were getting a look at... this," Mr Rudd said, gesturing to his exposed body.
Josh just nodded.
"Use your words!" Mr Rudd urged him.
"Yes... sir," Josh said shakily.
"So perhaps, if you were to get a PROPER look, you might be less inclined to... sneak a peek?" Mr Rudd asked.
"M... maybe sir," Josh stuttered.
"Okay then!" Mr Rudd said. He reached down to grab his towel and tossed it aside, standing before Josh completely naked, his thick meaty cock and hefty balls hanging down above his tidy bush, still darkened by the water from the shower. "You are going to look at every inch as much as you like," he explained. "But you do not touch me and you do not touch yourself, is that understood, Josh?"
Josh let out a noise that might have been an attempt at words, or simply a verbal expulsion of the excitement overflowing inside him.
"Josh," Mr Rudd said, waiting until the boy looked him in the eye. "Is that understood?"
"Yes sir," Josh gasped.
"Very well," Mr Rudd said, raising his hands to place them behind his head as he spread his legs a little. "You can look as closely as you like!"
Josh wasn't sure where to look first. Seeing the hunky teacher in the showers was one thing, but having him right there, naked and exposed, willing to be looked at, it was beyond anything Josh had dreamed of. He got closer, raising his hand towards a bulging pectoral, but clenched his fist and pulled it back, wanting so desperately to touch.
Josh could examine the teacher down to the finest detail, staring at the firm little nipples crowning each pec, the sinewy definition of the muscles right across his torso, the fine layer of hair covering his body, the tattoos adorning his taut, tanned skin. Josh's cock was throbbing. Three days without touching followed by this was almost more than he could handle, especially once he moved around Mr Rudd, examining the muscular back and more of his tattoos, the plump, firm mounds of his buttocks, the powerful thighs, peppered with dark hair.
Josh circled round once more, finally taking in the sight of the man's thick dick, hanging down at easily fifteen centimetres, the bulbous head encased in his foreskin, the eye just peeking out the end. His balls were hefty, hanging down beneath. Josh had never wanted to touch something so badly in his life. If this was a test of self-control, it was a fucking hard one and Josh came close to failing multiple times.
"Enjoying what you see, Josh?" Mr Rudd asked as the examination went on.
"Yes sir," Josh gasped, barely even conscious of the words.
"And why is it you enjoy watching me, Josh?" the teacher asked.
"You've got a really hot body," Josh answered, virtually beyond the point of being embarrassed by such an admission.
"But I see you watching me when I'm fully dressed too," Mr Rudd observed. "And you seem to like...hanging around in places I just happen to be passing through. Is that... perhaps on purpose?"
"Yes sir," Josh admitted.
"And why is that?" Mr Rudd asked.
"Because..." Josh started, but paused as his trance-like staring finally stopped. He looked up into the man's face and said nervously, "Because... I... I don't know sir. I... erm... it's hard to explain!"
"Are you in love with me?" Mr Rudd asked flatly.
"No sir," Josh answered shakily. "I don't... think so!"
Mr Rudd frowned. "But... it's more than just... liking seeing my body?"
Josh nodded.
"Words, Josh!" Mr Rudd prompted him again.
"Yes sir," Josh replied. "I... just... always want to be near you sir. I... you... I feel... funny when you're around, and... and I don't... understand it." He sniffed, not quite crying but only just holding back from it.
Mr Rudd knelt down, bringing him to the same height as Josh. He stared him in the eye for a moment, then just held out his arms. Josh leaned into it, letting the muscular arms wrap around him as he gripped on tightly, burying his face into his teacher's neck. "You've done really well today, Josh!" he said softly.
"Thank you, daddy," Josh replied, then suddenly pulled back, looking mortified. "I... I... I..." he stuttered until Mr Rudd's finger raised to his lips to silence him.
"When it's just me and you, Josh... it's okay to call me that," Mr Rudd said softly.
Josh's look of fear immediately raised into a huge grin as he asked, "Really?" He got a nod in return and said excitedly, "Thank you... daddy!"
Mr Rudd pulled him into another quick hug before he stood up and stepped back. Looking the naked boy up and down for a moment, he said, "You've done well today and I'd say you've earned a reward." Josh's eyes lit up. "And I'll give you a choice. Either I can make you cum..."
"Yes, that!" Josh said eagerly.
The teacher laughed for a moment and said, "You might want to hear the other option." As Josh gave a cheeky smile, he chuckled back and said, "Option number two is that I let YOU make ME cum!"
"Fuck!" Josh exclaimed, then pouted and said, "Sorry sir... erm... daddy!" As Mr Rudd just raised his eyebrows, Josh asked, "Is... the cage going back on?" He got a nod, so he asked, "For how long?"
"As long as I want!" Mr Rudd said bluntly.
Josh let out a moan. A chance to actually make Mr Rudd cum was like something from a dream, but Josh was unsure he could handle being locked again, without cumming first. "I wanna make you cum!" he blurted out, apparently making the decision without even realising. "How do I... get to do it?"
"How do you WANT to do it?" Mr Rudd asked, cocking his head a little.
"Will... will this... be my only chance?" Josh asked, unsure how much he needed to capitalise on the opportunity.
Mr Rudd raised an eyebrow as he nodded thoughtfully for a moment. "If you continue to be a good boy, you MAY get other opportunities!"
Josh felt his cock throb at the words `good boy', but even more-so at the prospect this may not be a one-time thing. "Can I... just stroke it then?" he requested.
"Go ahead," Mr Rudd said, gesturing to his dick that had thickened and lengthened a little as they spoke.
Josh reached out nervously and grasped the girthy shaft, letting out a shuddery moan as he felt the warmth of it and the slight sponginess within his grasp. As he slowly began to stroke, he felt it getting firmer and thicker in his hand. "Holy crap!" Josh giggled as the full size of the man's cock became apparent.
Josh raised his other hand, now able to fit both of them on the sizeable tool, stroking it with increasing vigour. As he pulled back a little further, the mushroom-like head protruded fully from within the foreskin, glistening purple, moistened by pre-cum. Josh stared for a moment, then looked up at Mr Rudd's face and asked, "Can I suck it?"
"Can I suck it... what?" Mr Rudd asked with a lop-sided grin.
"Can I suck it... daddy?" Josh asked, blushing a little. Calling him that felt incredible, but still a little embarrassing.
"Are you sure this is what you want, Josh? You don't have to do anything you don't want to do!" Mr Rudd insisted, his expression still confident but mildly tinged with guilt.
"I'm very, very sure!" Josh insisted.
"Go ahead then," Mr Rudd nodded.
Josh gulped as he leaned down to the thick dick. He had plenty of experience sucking dick, but very little of it was really by his own choice. One of the things that had put him off of trying it again was the worry it might bring back undesired memories, but as he stared the huge tool, all he could think was how he wanted to pleasure the man it belonged to. Grasping the shaft in one hand, he opened his mouth and wrapped it around the bulbous head.
"Ah yes," Mr Rudd moaned as he felt the boy's lips clamp around his cock.
Josh almost ejaculated at the sound of it. Knowing he was making Mr Rudd feel good felt amazing. He wanted to touch himself so badly, but he knew the deal he had made. He actually felt a swell of pride at the fact he was keeping his hands off of himself, so eager to impress his `daddy'.
"Ah, yeah, good boy," Mr Rudd moaned as Josh began to suck more fervently.
Josh dropped to his knees to allow him to get a better angle as he continued pleasuring the man. The longer he went on, the more he thought about whether he would want the man to cum in his mouth, and if he did, whether he would spit or swallow. He had never swallowed spunk willingly, it had only ever been done by force before, when someone had managed to cover his mouth and make him do it before he had the chance to spit. It seemed the decision was soon made for him though.
Mr Rudd let out a low groan, then pulled his cock free from Josh's mouth, gave it a couple of eager strokes and began to shoot his load over the boy's face.
"Oh DADDY!" Josh called out as he felt the spunk smearing his face, some of it dripping into his mouth.
By the time Mr Rudd had finished, Josh was covered. Staring up at the panting man, he asked sweetly, "Did I do well?"
Mr Rudd lowered his hand to place on Josh' jaw, letting his thumb playfully stroke a glob of spunk on his cheek. "SO well!" he said happily.
Chris had no idea how long he had been strapped to The Milker now. Danny had brought him down to use it, strapped him in and then left. He had turned the display off for the main terminal, which meant Chris had no way to see the time as he laid being mercilessly edged by the machine.
It had now been four days since Chris had last cum, having decided on Wednesday that he was going to go a full week without it, whilst being subjected to as much time on The Milker as possible. Danny had been more than happy to assist, enjoying the inevitable outcome that came from sharing a bed with a perma-horny Chris!
This particular session had been intended to keep Chris going while Danny was away overnight at King Edwards. Danny leaving the room had NOT been part of the plan, particularly as last time he had done that, he had fallen asleep and Chris had been stuck on the wonderfully torturous device until the four-hour failsafe kicked in and released him.
"Ugh, where've you been?" Chris called out as Danny finally returned.
"Had some business to take care of," Danny said casually as he wandered up to his restrained best friend. "And I may have stopped by a gloryhole on the way back," he added, playfully wiping the corner of his mouth.
"Mnnnh, that's hot," Chris grunted, as proven by The Milker which suddenly stopped, its sensors detecting Chris was on the brink of release.
"You sure you're gonna be able to control yourself while I'm away?" Danny asked, casually stroking Chris' arm. "If you blow your load after I helped put in all this work and I miss it, I'll be pissed!"
"All this work!?" Chris exclaimed incredulously. "All you do is push a button then sit and watch!" he said, then scowled and muttered, "Or piss off and just leave me here!"
"Aww, is poor widdle Chris getting cwanky?" Danny teased, reaching out to tickle the naked boy's stomach.
"Nnngh, stop that," Chris complained as he squirmed, though the machine's restraints stop him from being able to resist much.
Danny sniggered as he kept poking at Chris' stomach to make him groan. "Actually," he said casually, "I was looking into how to shut off the safety on this so I could leave you being edged til we get back tomorrow night!"
"Feck!" Chris exclaimed, eyes wide. "Danny, no... I can't... I..."
Danny burst into laughter, doubling over as he cackled, "Just kidding!"
"Fecker!" Chris growled.
Danny continued giggling as he hit the button to stop the machine. "I'm gonna miss messing with you while I'm away!"
Chris didn't reply, pouting a little as he stared off to the side.
"Ugh, you're not sulking, are you?" Danny smirked.
"I don't sulk. I'm cute, so they call it `brooding'," Chris replied with a cheeky grin that only lasted a moment before he added, "And is it wrong that I... kinda liked the idea of being stuck here til you get back?"
"So wrong," Danny insisted. "And so YOU! Believe me, if I didn't know you'd be missed by Mr Trent and the others, I really would just leave you stuck down here."
"Aww, too kind," Chris said as his wrist was unlocked and he started helping Danny release the others. He let out a groan as he sat up and felt his erection rub against his stomach. "You have NO idea how badly I need to cum!"
Danny scoffed as he shook his head. "I literally went months without it after the accident. I THINK you'll survive a week!"
"Ngggh," Chris grunted as his cock strained. "Feck, going months... I couldn't do it but the thought is SO hot!"
"This is why I love you. Your crazy makes my crazy look less... crazy!" Danny said, grinning broadly. "Just... don't be too crazy without me, okay. I don't wanna be coming back to find out you've barricaded yourself in here and got in trouble or something!"
"No promises," Chris said as his eyes flashed mischievously.
"We'll see you tomorrow," Danny called out across the dorm, hoping David would respond.
Alas the small boy remained motionlessly curled up in bed. David's mood had remained somewhat changeable over the past few days, swinging from seeming absolutely fine to being almost catatonically depressed, missing his girlfriend, Rose.
Danny glanced at Nicky, sharing his obvious concern, and shrugged.
"If anyone wants to come wave us off, now's the time!" Danny added. Still nothing.
"Give it up," Mark said quietly as he placed a hand on Danny's shoulder. "Here, take this, I'll catch up," he said as he handed Danny his bag.
Danny nodded and left with the others, leaving just Mark and David in the dorm. Mark wandered over to David's bunk and gently sat down on the side of it as he said, "Hey, it's just me."
"You here to tell me to `cheer up' as well?" David asked without turning over to look at him.
"Pfft, no chance," Mark said with a headshake that he realised David couldn't see anyway. "I was actually gonna ask a favour."
David huffed, rolled over and demanded, "What?"
"Well... we're a couple of weeks behind on Drag Race. I was thinking... maybe you could download some while I'm away and tomorrow night, me and you... Drag Race marathon!" Mark suggested.
David stared for a moment before scowling angrily. "Damn you," he said moodily. "I can never resist drag queens!"
"Yeah, it's almost like I knew that or something," Mark smirked, giving a cocky grin.
"Thanks," David said with a meek smile. "Good luck in your match tomorrow," he said, then cautiously added, "And with... other stuff too!"
"Thanks bud," Mark said appreciatively, "But come on... say it right!"
David grinned, knowing exactly what he meant. He sat up and declared confidently, "Good luck... and don't fuck it up!"
The journey to King Edwards had been quiet, at least by Kingswood standards. Any merriment soon died as they piled off the coaches into the prison-like school that was hosting them overnight. As with previous visits, they were greeted by the cheerful sight of Mr Darwin, a man best described as a bad mood in a suit.
"I am Mr Darwin," he introduced himself, though they all knew that already. "I am head of discipline here at King Edward the Fourth Evans Hill School for Boys, which means while you are visiting us here, you answer to ME! While you are here you will do what you are told, when you are told to do it. In your accommodation you will find a simple list of school rules. Familiarise yourself with them and OBEY them. Ignorance will not be accepted as an excuse for misbehaviour. An additional reminder to certain MISCREANTS," he paused briefly, glaring at Mikey then Josh, "ANY violence against members of this school will be handled HARSHLY." He wasn't even subtle about who he was aiming it at. "You will also find an itinerary setting out meal times and match times. Punctuality is expected! Your guides will now show you to your accommodation. Unpack, review the information, shower and be ready for dinner promptly at seven. Dismissed!"
"Okay lads," Mr Cunningham called out to the Kingswood boys. "It's paired accommodation, so form your pairs now and follow along to the dormitories!"
"I would have thought that would already be arranged, but I suppose Kingswood has never been the most on-the-ball with student discipline!" Mr Darwin sneered.
"Bite me, butt-munch," someone whispered, thankfully not loud enough for the man to hear. What was most amusing was when the boys turned to see it had actually been Mr Beecham who said it.
"Terribly sorry Mr Darwin," Mr Cunningham called out. "Would you like me to have one of the boys deliver a basket of mini-muffins to help your feelings recover, or are you more a fruit basket kinda guy?"
The boys burst into laughter that stopped the moment Mr Darwin's furious glare swept the small crowd.
"No need, `Maynard'," Mr Darwin replied, virtually spitting Mr Cunningham's first name. "I'm really not a fan of FRUITS!" He gave another sneer as his eyes swept the students.
Mr Cunningham discretely grabbed Mr Beecham's wrist as he sensed his colleague go to react. Probably realising he had crossed a line himself, and not wanting to provoke the man anymore in front of the students, he just smiled and nodded then called out to the boys, "Come on lads, pair up!"
The boys immediately started grabbing hold of their roommates for the night. Josh had immediately grabbed hold of Mikey. Danny would have liked to take the opportunity to share a room with Adrian, or maybe even Kyle, in an attempt to start rebuilding their relationship, but the two boys had paired up without a moment's hesitation. "Whadda you say, big guy?" Danny asked, nudging Mark.
"Hmm, I dunno, I've been in a dorm with you the night before a big match before. I don't know if I can handle the drama!" Mark chuckled.
"Rude!" Danny exclaimed. "Fine then, as captain I'm making it an order!" He quickly looped his arm through Mark's.
Mark chuckled for a moment then seemed to realise where he was and pulled his arm free. "That... probably isn't a good idea while we're here!"
"Why? What they gonna do? Call you gay?" Danny scoffed. "You ARE gay, so... it's hardly an insult!"
"I guess," Mark pouted slightly.
"And besides, one of `em tries to come for you... or anyone... and you'll get to see the real power of Kingswood!" Danny said confidently.
Mark gasped playfully and said, "You'll have sex with them!"
Danny smirked for a moment before he managed to suppress it and said sternly, "No, the OTHER power! We stick together!"
"Maybe if you showered after all the sex, you wouldn't stick so much!" Mark said, finally smiling again.
"Aww," Danny said, stroking Mark's arm. "If you were as funny as you think you are, I'd be in for a really fun night!"
"Hey!" Mark complained, then shrugged and said, "True, but still... low blow. Fine. Come on then, roomie!" He slipped his arm back through Danny's as they followed along to their dorm.
Later that evening, the boys endured a strictly-organised dinner utterly devoid of any kind of merriment. Danny had sat surrounded by his team, sticking to very quiet discussion of their upcoming match the following day. It was only when the time finally came to leave that he noticed someone was absent.
"Hey, anyone seen Mark?" Danny asked curiously. He looked a little worried, an expression mirrored by Josh and Mikey. Mark had taken some time to open up and share things about his time at King Edwards and his relationship with Gregory, but when he had finally done so it had only been with the boys in his dorm. The rest of the Year 9 boys had no idea how bad his previous experience had been, beyond the fact he had seemed very happy to leave King Edwards behind.
"Said he was going to catch up with some old mates," Aaron shrugged, gesturing to the door before returning to his quiet conversation.
"Should we..." Mikey started, but paused as Danny shook his head.
"No, if it's... who I think it is, then you two are best keeping well away!" Danny insisted as he got up.
Mikey looked ready to disagree, but a nod from Josh kept him quiet.
Danny headed for the door, feeling more worried with each step. While the captain side of his brain was desperately hoping nothing was happening that would jeopardise their match, the rest of him just wanted to make sure Mark was alright. Danny's feelings for the new boy' were somewhat confusing. For most of his first term at Kingswood, Danny had secretly hated him, convinced he was trying to steal' Chris away from him. Thankfully he had soon been set right on that and actually gotten to know him instead.
Inevitably for Danny, being the boy that he was, as he learned about Mark's life before Kingswood, he had started to get increasingly protective of him. Without realising, or even intending to, he had become one of Mark's closest friends, making him privy to even more details of his issues than the rest of the dorm (except Chris).
As Danny wandered away from the Dining Hall, he spotted an unpleasantly familiar face approaching – Gregory! He was accompanied by another Year 9 boy, although like most of the students at the school both were worryingly large for their age.
"Wow, another faggot!" Gregory sneered as he neared Danny. "We're infested!"
Danny was just about to reply when he noticed he knew the other boy too. During their visit the previous year, Danny had blown a couple of (closeted) strangers in the toilet. The boy at Gregory's side was one of them. The other boy suddenly looked alarmed as he made eye contact with Danny and the same moment clearly came back to him too.
"Got a problem, faggot?" Gregory demanded.
All it took was an eyebrow raise from Danny to the other boy and he reached out to shove Gregory's shoulder as he said, "Ease off, dickhead. Just leave it!"
Seemingly taken aback by the other boy's comment, Gregory just glared angrily at Danny and continued on back to the Dining Hall, muttering to the other boy as he went.
Danny took a moment to calm himself. It had taken all of his willpower not to just punch the self-hating teen in his smug face. Once he calmed, he continued on, unfamiliar with the surroundings and unsure which way to go. Fortunately, as he got outside, he spotted Mark heading in the direction of the guest dormitories.
"MARK, WAIT UP!" Danny called out and ran off after him. Mark was still walking quickly and Danny had to sprint to catch up to him, grabbing his shoulder just before they got to the front door. "Hey, didn't you hear me?"
Mark just looked at Danny, blushing as he realised it was impossible to hide the red puffiness around his eyes that made it clear he had been crying.
"Mate, what happened?" Danny asked sympathetically.
"Nothing, I'm fine," Mark insisted.
Danny sighed and started, "Well clearly not if..."
"I SAID I'M FINE!" Mark yelled angrily.
Danny stared back for a moment, unfazed by the yell as he raised his eyebrows and said, "Yeah, clearly! I guess we'll... go back to our dorm. Mr Darwin's probably gonna banish us back here soon enough anyway!"
Mark looked a little unsure of how to react. He felt bad for yelling and wanted to apologise, but he also didn't want to admit anything was wrong, regardless of how painfully obvious it was. "Yeah, okay," he finally mumbled.
"D'ya think Mark's okay?" Josh asked as he flopped onto his bed, though calling it a `bed' was actually quite generous. It felt more like a concrete slab with a sheet. Comfort was clearly not one of the requirements in the design of it.
Mikey shrugged as he sat on his own bed, leaning on the wall as he looked across the dorm back to Josh. "Maybe. Maybe not," he said casually. "Break-ups are hard, even when they're... ya know... good. I get the feeling his really wasn't!"
"I still can't believe he was ever with a prick like Gregory. Mark's actually nice, and hot, and funny, and sweet, and kind," Josh listed, oblivious to the smirk it got from Mikey. "But Gregory's a total cunt!" Josh said angrily.
"S'okay, if he needs anything, Danny's with him!" Mikey said confidently.
Josh smiled fondly as he said, "Yeah, Danny's great too!" As silence lingered, threatening to make their evening painfully dull, Josh thought for a moment and said, "Hey, question for you. Guys in the dorm – fuck, marry, kill. Who'd ya pick?"
Mikey smirked and said, "I already fuck half of `em anyway, and I'd kill the lot of you if you caught me on a bad day!"
"Ha, good point," Josh nodded, then his eyes narrowed slightly as an idea came to him. "Okay then, fuck, marry, kill again, but this time... from Kingswood teachers!"
"Eww!" Mikey scowled, then shrugged and answered, "Fine, but if I had to pick..."
"You do!" Josh insisted.
"Deffo kill Mr Chambers. I swear his history classes aren't teaching so much as attempted murder through boredom!" Mikey said, laughing at his own comment. "Marry... hmmm, I dunno, I guess... Mr Trent. He just seems like he'd make a really good husband!"
"Yeah, I can see that," Josh nodded as they thought about the man who had been in charge of their dorm for the past two-and-a-half years. "And who'd ya fuck?" he asked eagerly.
"That's... tough," Mikey said, thinking about the various teachers at the school. "I'm really not into old guys, but if I HAVE to pick..."
"You do!" Josh insisted again.
Mikey rolled his eyes and said, "I guess...probably Mr Beecham. He's one of the younger ones, he's always smooth and... well, you've seen how he fills out a speedo, right!"
"I know right," Josh giggled.
"Come on then, let's hear yours, but I can guess the `fuck'. Gotta be Mr Rudd, right, ya little stalker! Or you happy just knocking one out while ya perv on him?" Mikey teased.
"Piss off," Josh pouted. "And no, he'd actually be my one for marry', not fuck', so screw you!"
"Aww, widdle Josh is in love with Mr Rudd. It's so sweet!" Mikey continued snorting with laughter.
"Fuck off. No I'm not!" Josh insisted angrily, sitting up to face Mikey. He pouted as Mikey sniggered at him, let out a sigh and said, "I just... ugh, just... forget it!"
Mikey's brow furrowed thoughtfully for a moment as he felt bad for upsetting Josh. He shuffled forward to sit on the side of his bed and said, "No, go on!"
"No, you'll just take the piss," Josh mumbled, shaking his head.
"Promise if I won't. If I do... free nut shot!" Mikey offered.
Josh cocked his head curiously. Mikey never made that offer lightly. He shuffled forward too, the two boys now facing each other, knees almost touching in the small gap between their bunks. "Well, he just... it sounds so stupid, but... he... he makes me feel safe!" he explained awkwardly. As Mikey nodded slowly, he blushed and said, "I know I've got Rob and Danny and..." he paused to stare at Mikey for a moment, "...and you, but... I can't explain it!"
"When you're with them, the scary things don't seem so scary and it really feels like... someone can see you. Like... really see you!" Mikey offered.
Josh's eyes slowly widened as Mikey spoke. "Yes!" he said in genuine surprise. "That! Exactly that! How do you even..."
"Nicky!" Mikey said softly. "That's..." He didn't finish saying it, he didn't need to, he could tell Josh understood.
Josh nodded silently for a moment, thinking. "Tell me again why you and Nicky aren't together!"
"Cos he dumped me, dickwad!" Mikey snapped, scowling.
Josh shrugged the insult off easily as he said, "Yeah, but you KNOW he'd get back together with you. So... why not just go for it?"
Mikey stared coldly for a moment, then shook his head.
"Hey come on, I told you mine. You tell me yours!" Josh insisted.
"You're so annoying," Mikey grumbled, but the grin on Josh's face made it clear he wouldn't back down. "Okay, but... you... you can't tell anyone, okay!"
"Promise!" Josh offered immediately.
Mikey let out a gentle sigh and started, "I'm not with him cos I can't risk it going wrong again!" He took a few breaths and said, "When we weren't talking over the summer, I... I just... it doesn't make sense but I... ugh, I don't know how to explain it. I just... lost myself." He paused, looking physically pained for a few moments. "Every day I was there a bit less and... Psycho Mikey was in charge, and I hated it. When I get like that it's like someone else is wearing my skin and making me do stuff I don't want to do and... if I lost Nicky again, I think... Psycho Mikey might win... for good!"
Josh stared silently back at the other boy for several moments.
"Fuck," Mikey grunted. "I shouldn't have said anything. Now you think I'm proper mental!"
"No!" Josh insisted. "I just... I never knew that... being Psycho Mikey made you feel that bad. I always thought it was... kinda fun!"
"That's the fucked up part," Mikey said sadly. "It is. Or... at least when he's in control it is, but then... he goes away and I get stuck cleaning up and feeling shit and I don't wanna do that anymore!"
Josh let out a gentle sigh. "Okay, let's make a promise then. You and me... no more fighting. Ever!" As Mikey looked back at him curiously, he added, "I know fighting helps you think straight, but... so do other things, so... if you need to clear your head, then... we'll find another way."
Mikey looked slightly awkward as he said, "Usually the only other things that work are... sex and... sometimes cuddles." He paused a moment then continued, "I know you're still not really doing the sex stuff... especially with your little cage on," he smirked as he gestured to Josh's crotch, "And we don't really... hug."
"We should," Josh said, nodding as his brow furrowed decisively. "Everyone else does and... we should too!"
"What, like... now?" Mikey asked curiously.
Josh shrugged slightly and said, "If ya like."
They both stood, coming face-to-face as they stood barely thirty centimetres apart. At the same time, they leaned in to hug each other.
"This is weird," Mikey said as they held on tightly.
"Oh, sorry," Josh mumbled as he tried to pull away, but felt Mikey grip tighter.
"I never said it was bad!" Mikey chuckled.
Josh laughed back and kept hold. The two stayed silent for a few moments before Josh carefully offered, "I... also might be... coming round on the idea of... the other stuff too. Even with this!" He playfully thrust his caged cock against Mikey's leg.
Mikey laughed at the gesture but kept hold as he said quietly, "Good to know. But... this is good for now!"
Sunday 27 February 2022
Danny was awake early, mostly down to nerves over the upcoming match. The previous night had not been as fun as he hoped it would be. Upon returning from dinner, having seemingly spoken to Gregory, Mark had barely said a word, but his mood made it obvious something unpleasant had happened. They had ended up going to sleep long before they were required to, which was probably a good thing with Danny waking up so long before his alarm.
As he sat writing out a couple of texts, he saw Mark stirring, one eye cautiously opening. "Sorry, did I wake you?" he asked guiltily.
"Nah," Mark croaked, then cleared his throat and added, "Just... unpleasant dream."
"Okay," Danny said, nodding as he tossed his phone aside. As he stood up from his bed, Mark began to move but he gestured for the other boy to remain in place. Danny pulled the pillow out from beneath Mark's head and shuffled in to take its place, letting Mark's head rest on his lap.
"What are you doing?" Mark asked slightly nervously.
"Chris used to have really bad dreams quite often," Danny explained. "He... always said this helped him." He started stroking his fingers through Mark's hair.
Mark let his eyes flutter closed as he felt the tender gesture, letting out a content sigh. "Ugh, that'll put me right back to sleep!" he said with a slight chuckle.
"That's okay, you still have time," Danny said with a sweet smile as he continued stroking.
"Nah, I'm good," Mark insisted as he laid there enjoying the delicate touch. After a few moments he let out a sigh and said, "One time... when I was with Greg, I had this... nightmare. I don't even remember what it was about but it was some pretty terrifying stuff and I woke up literally crying."
"I'm sorry," Danny said softly.
"Greg woke up too and... and he could see how upset I was, but... someone else woke up too, so he just went straight back into `pretending to be straight' mode and just... started taking the piss," Mark explained. "He was literally sat there calling me a... a spineless faggot for crying."
"Jesus, what a cunt!" Danny scowled.
"But then... later when we were alone, he... he started telling me how he'd done the right thing, and that making people think he hated gays was good cover for both of us, and that I needed to toughen up unless I wanted everyone to know for certain I was gay," Mark went on. "I... actually ended up apologising to HIM for... ME having a nightmare and getting upset. He... he made me agree with him that he'd done the right thing and that I shouldn't cry and that I was... acting like a... a faggot. But ya know the REALLY sick part?" He looked up at Danny who just shook his head. "I believed him!" Mark said, sounding disgusted with himself. "It's what he does. He... he gets in your head and... and makes you believe you're the one in the wrong, no matter what he does, and I can't... stop letting him!"
"You spoke to him last night then?" Danny asked, continuing to let his fingers glide through Mark's messy dark-blonde locks.
Mark sighed and nodded gently. "I ended up apologising to him for coming back here and... and for snitching on him... and for leaving King Edwards. He..." Mark paused, almost in tears. "He made me beg to get back together with him, then... then when I did, he told me I was a worthless faggot who didn't DESERVE to be with him! And I still believed him!"
Danny felt sick. To think about someone he cared for being treated that way made him beyond angry.
Mark sighed again. "We need to win today. He already beat me at life. I'm not letting him beat me at football too!" Mark said as he sniffed gently.
"We'll do our best," Danny said with a smile.
Mark smiled up at Danny again, then let out a quiet, happy moan and said, "Chris was right, this feels really good. Thanks Danny!"
"Any time," Danny said back cheerfully, though a wicked grin spread across his face as he nodded down to his own crotch, right beside Mark's head and said, "Hey, while you're down there..."
Mark giggled and said, "Okay!"
"I was just kidding," Danny said with a lop-sided grin.
"So you're... saying you don't want me to?" Mark asked, raising his hand towards Danny's crotch.
"Hnnnh," Danny grunted. He grabbed Mark's hand and said, "Wait, I... I think asking you for a blow job while you're, like... emotional and stuff... it feels like something Greg'd do!"
"He would," Mark said honestly, "But... he wouldn't care how I felt about it and certainly wouldn't even consider stopping me to check, so believe me, you're nothing like him! And... with you I actually WANT to do it. That's the big difference!" As Danny looked back down at him, he asked, "So... are we on?"
"Sure," Danny said happily, then nodded down to Mark's mid-section and asked, "Would you like me to... return the favour?" As he heard a slight gasp from Mark, he added, "No is an acceptable answer. I know you're still... cautious!"
"No!" Mark blurted out, then shook his head, frowned and said, "I mean I'm saying no to saying no... which... would be yes, I suppose!" He frowned, confusing himself.
"Good job you're pretty," Danny giggled as he started shuffling round. As he moved down, both boys shoved down their boxers, fully exposing themselves to each other while getting in position to suck. "You gonna be okay with this?" Danny asked cautiously.
"Yeah, I... erm..." Mark mumbled thoughtfully for a moment, then nodded and said more confidently, "Yeah, I'm all good!"
"Awesome," Danny said happily. "I've been waiting to get my mouth round this since the moment I saw it!" he admitted shamelessly as he took hold of Mark's impressive tool.
"That's kinda hot," Mark giggled, then leaned forward to playfully lick at Danny's dick.
Danny let out a low growl as he felt the dick thicken within his grasp, quickly expanding to its full firmness. When it came to dick size in the Year 9s, Nicky remained easily in first place, but Mark was undoubtedly a comfortable second, sporting a thick, lengthy tool. Even back when Danny hadn't been on the best terms with Mark, he had admired the more developed boy's cock almost as much as he admired the well-muscled physique that had came from a mix of genetic good fortune and years at his strict, hard-working former school. Grasping his fist around the base of the shaft, he pressed the underside of the now-exposed head against his tongue.
"Ugh, fuck," Mark gasped as he felt the sensitive spot touching the spongy warmth and wetness.
"You liked that then you're gonna love this!" Danny said confidently. He pursed his lips and pressed them against the tip of Mark's prick, pushing down as he slowly let his lips part, keeping them clamped firmly against the throbbing monster as it slid between them.
"Oh my god," Mark gasped. "Okay, I need to... focus on... yours..." he panted.
Danny pulled the penis from his mouth and sat up slightly as he said, "Is this... your first time?"
Mark blushed a little and nodded. "I've... sucked plenty, but... yeah, it is!" he admitted.
"Then... forget about mine!" Danny said, jumping up to shift around. "Just... lay back and enjoy it. And if you want anything in particular, ya know... harder, faster, lick the balls, that sorta stuff, just say so."
"Okay," Mark nodded, smiling nervously.
Danny moved back into position, suddenly determined to do his very best. A few seconds earlier, this had been about him enjoying a cock he had long admired. Now, suddenly, it was his friend's first time and that was what mattered the most. He reached out and slid his hand in so it was palm-side up, sandwiched between Mark's dick and his stomach and held the thick meat in place. He leaned down and let his tongue playfully flit across Mark's balls for a few moments, getting a surprised gasp in return, then pressed it against the base of the shaft. Glancing up momentarily to make sure Mark was still okay, Danny was pleased to see him looking absolutely entranced. He started slowly sliding his tongue along the length of the cock, zig-zagging back and forth across it.
As he reached the rim of the bulbous head, he pulled the cock up so it pointed the ceiling, then ran his tongue round and round it several times. He was rewarded by a whimpered gasp that only intensified as Danny started slowly spiralling the head until he came to a stop with the tip of his tongue probing the slit.
"Fuck," Mark gasped, his hands now raised and running through his hair.
Danny ventured another glance up and noticed the tiny tufts of hair in Mark's pits, a seemingly fairly-new development but unsurprising considering how physically advanced Mark was compared to his peers. It took all of Danny's willpower to remain focused on the straining cock pressed against his tongue and not move up to worship the new hair. He renewed his focus and repeated the earlier move of forcing the dick into his mouth through tightly-clenched lips.
"D... Danny... I... I might... blow quickly!" Mark gasped apologetically.
Danny let his tongue swirl around the head once again then pulled off and said, "Don't worry, I'll definitely be taking it as a compliment if you do!"
"No, no no no no," Mark groaned, his hands suddenly grasping at the sheets, his whole body clenching.
Danny stared in shock as Mark began to ejaculate, thick spurts of cum oozing from his cock as he clearly struggled to hold it back.
Mark stared down at the pool of spunk on his stomach for several seconds, then looked at Danny, red-faced. "Sorry," he said, looking almost tearful.
Danny reached out to stroke Mark's chest. "Mate, NEVER apologise for cumming. It's literally the best fucking thing in the world!" Danny said cheerfully.
"Maybe," Mark pouted. "But not after, like, two licks!"
Danny was unsure what to say to make him feel better, so he just did what came naturally to him. He leaned over and started sucking the spunk from his friend's stomach.
Mark immediately burst into fits of giggles as he called out, "That tickles!"
That only spurred Danny on to lick his stomach even more, long after the cum was swallowed down. It soon devolved into wrestling as the two boys struggled against each other. Mark soon had the upper hand, keeping Danny from tickling anymore. He ended up holding him in a bear hug, which was how they stayed until their alarms finally went off.
"Come on," Danny said as he got up. "Let's go kick some King Edward ass!"
"Yeah!" Mark replied happily, though the smile quickly faded at the thought of playing his ex-team... and ex-boyfriend.
"Thanks, sir," Nicky said politely as he left Dr Arkwright's office. He had just finished his latest meeting with the school's doctor/counsellor. For the past couple of months, they had been ending on increasingly positive notes as Nicky had been slowly working through the emotional trauma of losing his twin at a fairly young age. Today had ended especially well, with Dr Arkwright stating he was proud of Nicky's progress.
As expected when he left, he found Angel sitting outside waiting for him. The younger boy immediately jumped to his feet and said, "Hi, how'd it go?"
"Really good," Nicky nodded, smiling contentedly. His therapy sessions, and the reason for them, was not something he really shared with the wider school. In fact, until recently the boys in his dorm had been the only ones to know, but having spent increasing amounts of time with the Year 8 boy, Nicky had shared the details with him.
"Anything... you wanna talk about?" Angel asked cautiously as they wandered along the hallway.
Nicky smiled as he thought for a moment, appreciating the offer, then said, "No, I think I'm good today!"
"Sweet," Angel said happily. "The others are gonna meet us in the Common Room!"
"Awesome, you excited to get started?" Nicky asked cheerfully. The meeting they were about to attend was the first official gathering for a campaign Angel had started to combat bullying at the school.
Angel nodded eagerly, then said quietly, "Bit scary, but... I really wanna do this!"
Nicky was about to reply as they reached the main atrium, but paused as he saw David wandering in, looking decidedly downbeat. "One sec, okay," he said quietly to Angel as he left him waiting by the bottom of the stairs and waved to get David's attention. "Hey, you okay?" he asked as David looked back but didn't smile.
David just let out a low groan and held up his phone.
"Oh, chatting to Rose?" Nicky asked with a commiseratory nod.
David sighed and replied, "Yeah, she was... all excited cos she's got into the school she wanted."
"It's nice that you're so happy for her," Nicky said sarcastically, then added a quick, "Sorry!" as David scowled at him.
"I am!" David insisted. "I just... ugh, I dunno... I kinda kept hoping nowhere else'd take her and she'd end up back here. I know it's selfish and stupid, but..." He didn't finish, he just shook his head as he sighed again.
"It's not stupid," Nicky insisted, "It's kinda sweet in a twisted way. So should I ask what you're doing now, or is it safe to assume it's more dramatic moping in the dorm?"
David scowled again and said, "You may be right, but that doesn't make you funny!"
"Sorry," Nicky chuckled. "If you're free... and interested... you could always come along to our ABDL meeting!"
David stared at Nicky in shock for a moment then said, "I... don't think I'm into that!"
"What, you're not opposed to bullying?" Nicky asked, confused. As David continued to frown, he elaborated, "The Anti-Bullying Defence League. Not my choice of name, I promise!"
David had to suppress a knowing smirk and said, "Oh it's a... a GREAT name. You should definitely advertise it as ABDL!" He nodded emphatically.
"So, you're interested?" Nicky asked. Without giving David a chance to answer, he turned and called across the atrium, "We got another volunteer!"
"Great, come on, the others are waiting!" Angel called back.
"Come on," Nicky said, glad to be keeping David distracted.
"Yeah, go ABDL!" David said, giving a smirk that earned him another suspicious look.
The final whistle blew on the Year 9 match between Kingswood and King Edwards and was greeted by a mix of groans and applause from the crowd. The King Edwards team had taken an early lead in the first half, leaving them 2-1 ahead.
During the second half, Kingswood had equalised to 2-2 before conceding another goal, though they soon equalised once again, leaving the score 3-3. The final ten minutes had been hard-fought, but the ball had spent a decidedly more significant amount of time down the King Edwards end as Danny led his team on a strong offence.
When the whistle ended the match, they had remained tied at 3-3. A tie was always a disappointing outcome for the spectators who desperately wanted to cheer or boo, depending which way the match had swung, but a tie was a bit of a grey area on whether or not to celebrate.
Regardless of the crowd's reaction, the two teams seemed to be in good spirits. Danny had been worried about interacting with the opposing team, considering how things had gone down the previous year, but it very quickly became apparent that Gregory's reign of terror was very much over, with the new captain running an equally strong but much less aggressive team.
"Good game," Charlie, the King Edwards captain, said as he shook hands with Danny.
"Better if we won!" Danny smiled.
"Hey, I'm just pleased my team made it through a match with no red cards. That's a fucking win in my book!" Charlie shrugged.
"Yeah, and we didn't get disqualified this time, so... wins all round," Danny said with a nod, glancing over to his team where Mikey was celebrating with the others. "Gotta admit, you're definitely an improvement on... the last captain!"
Charlie nodded as he looked round at his team too, particularly at former captain and now-frequent-bench-warmer Gregory. "Yeah, that was... messy. He's... kind of a product of some of our more dated teaching methods!"
"Not you, though?" Danny asked curiously, cocking his head.
Charlie scoffed and insisted, "No chance. You don't need to be a cunt and beat everyone else down to be the best!" He let out a hearty sigh and added, "Just waiting for the rest of the school to catch up with that way of thinking. It's... not a popular concept."
Danny frowned at the expression on the other captain's face. He knew it well. It was how Mark often looked when talking about his time there. "Hey, erm... can I... give you my number?" As Charlie looked at him curiously, he quickly added, "Not in a... like... hey sexy, call me some time' kinda way. Just a... I dunno, more of... captain to captain, ever need to talk' kind of way!"
Charlie stared for a moment, then smiled and said, "That's... yeah, I'd like that."
They continued chatting as the two teams headed into the locker rooms and grabbed their phones to exchange numbers. As they reunited in the corridor, Danny stated, "Just heard Crestwood beat Witherington, so it's really all coming down to that third match!"
"Yeah, I guess," Charlie nodded as he copied down Danny's number and drop-called him to share his own. "But you guys NEED to beat Crestwood if you wanna make it to the finals against us!"
"Oh, SO sure you're gonna be there, are you?" Danny asked the cocky boy.
"All we gotta do is NOT lose to Witherington, and they lost to YOU losers!" Charlie said, grinning cheekily.
"Hey, don't get over-confident," Danny said, working out the scores on his phone. "We tie with Crestwood and you lose to Witherington and it's us versus Crestwood in the final!"
"Yeah, totally not happening," Charlie scoffed confidently. "From what I've seen, I'm pretty sure we'll be seeing you in the final!" As Danny smiled at the confidence in his team, Charlie smirked as he added, "Which is when we'll beat you properly!"
"Oh really?" Danny asked, shaking his head a little. "Care to... make it interesting?"
"Ha!" Charlie cackled. "I know enough about you Kingswood boys to know what THAT means!"
"Oh, so you're scared, are you?" Danny goaded him.
Charlie shook his head again and said, "Not at all, we're totally beating you, I just mean I wanna be VERY careful about how we word the bet!"
"Tell ya what, you think about it and text me!" Danny said, waving his phone playfully. "See ya in the finals, straightie!" He started backing away.
"Oh you definitely will, gay-boy!" Charlie laughed back before disappearing back into the locker room.
Still chuckling over the encounter, and pleasantly surprised to have actually met a decent human being at King Edwards, Danny headed back towards the guest locker room. He stopped as he heard faint voices coming from the other side of a door marked `Storage'. Unable to resist the pull of his curiosity, he crept closer quietly and listened, but quickly realised he knew the voices.
"They beat us last year! Now you're on the team and the best they can manage is a tie!" Gregory sneered. Danny already suspected he knew who he was talking to. "You sucked when you were here, now you SUCK for Kingswood! God, I can't believe I ever let you touch me, you... useless fucking faggot!"
"I... I'm sorry," Mark said replied weakly.
Danny froze, torn between jumping to Mark's rescue and desperately hoping he would actually stand up for himself. He held back, knowing this was something Mark needed to do for himself.
"I still don't know how you fucking tricked me into spending time with you," Gregory spat furiously. "You were just so pathetic and needy, maybe I just felt sorry for you. That was probably your plan, wasn't it? To just look so pathetic and worthless that I spent time with you out of the sheer goodness of my heart, then you... went and tried to do your faggoty shit with me!"
"I... I didn't... I thought..." Mark stuttered, sniffing, clearly in tears.
"Ugh, here come the fucking waterworks again. Waaah, look at me, I'm Mark, I cry as soon as anyone actually tells me the truth cos I'm a gutless piece of shit who can't handle the real fucking world!" Gregory growled, sounding truly repulsed. "You're a waste of fucking space who nobody could ever really love. The world'd be better off if you..."
Danny grabbed the door handle and swung the door open. "Ah, there you are!" he said as he spotted Mark. "Everything okay in here?" he asked, his eyes narrowing as he barely held back his fury.
"Fine," Mark sniffed, trying to discretely wipe his cheek. "We were just... talking about the match!"
"That you couldn't even win!" Gregory muttered with a derisive smirk.
Mark gave Danny a pleading look, clearly wanting him to stay out of the argument. Danny wanted to tell Gregory what he really thought, to tell him if he went near Mark again he'd snap him in half, but the look on his friend's face was a very clear message. That didn't mean he had to stay silent though, so he just smiled and said, "Maybe you could give us some tips. I'm guessing you've got some good insights from watching most of the match from the bench!"
Gregory's cocky sneer dropped as he snapped back, "You mean like you did all last year, just cos you got a little boo-boo!"
Danny just shook his head slightly and said, "That little boo-boo was a broken spine... something I guess you don't need to worry about when you don't actually have one!"
Gregory turned bright red, seething and unable to think of a comeback. "Fuck you, faggot!" he snapped. "Both of you!" he added as he barged past Danny to leave the room.
Silence slowly returned as Gregory disappeared down the hall. "Why'd you have to do that?" Mark asked, scowling angrily.
"Fuck, Mark. I heard the shit he was saying to you. He deserves a lot worse than a petty insult!" Danny said, his brow furrowing heavily.
"Yeah, well it's not YOUR place to handle it!" Mark snapped back.
Danny had to resist snapping back at him. He took a breath and said, "Okay, okay... fine, if... that's how you feel, but..." He stepped closer and stroked Mark's arm gently. "You're not alone anymore, mate. You don't have to do this on your own!"
Mark's scowl remained for a few moments before he sighed and let his head droop. Danny was wrapped around him within moments.
The journey back to Kingswood was a few hours and, as was customary, most of the boys slept a large chunk of the way back, worn out from the excitement of the day, as well as the poor nights' sleep on the deliberately-uncomfortable beds of the guest accommodation.
The boys who were awake were either chatting quietly, or enjoying the last few moments freedom of having the full use of their phones. Whilst on Kingswood grounds, the Kingswood app locked out all normal phone functions, taking their place instead to provide most functions like scheduling, calls and messages. Being location-locked, the app only kicked in once the boys were close enough to the actual school.
As they neared the school gates and the app started kicking in, various phones started beeping to indicate the arrival of messages that had not been able to be received while they were away. It was what usually woke the sleeping boys up, a veritable `sound of home'.
As the sleepers began to awake on the coach carrying the Year 9 and 10 students, a wave of chatter rippled through the vehicle. "Black band?" "Woah, who did what?" "I've never heard of it!" "Someone seriously fucked up!"
"What? Why's everyone being loud?" Mikey groaned grumpily, barely awake.
"This!" Josh said, shoving his phone in Mikey's face.
"Ugh, fuck off!" Mikey groaned, flinching from the light of the screen.
"Fine," Josh huffed. "Just read it yourself!"
Mikey and the other Year 9s started reading through.
This is a message for all students to remind you of the rules for interacting with a black band' student. The black band is only imposed for the most serious of crimes against Kingswood and is not given lightly. It is a severe punishment for a severe crime. A student undergoing this punishment can be identified by a black band on each wrist, as well as a special all-black chastity device.
`Anyone bearing the black band is forbidden from: - Engaging in ANY kind of sexual activity with any other student - Accessing the Kingswood Underground (reminder, the Underground is not to be discussed with Year 7 or 8 students) - Undertaking any activity likely to result in an orgasm - Engaging in ANY kind of physical contact with other students - Removing their black bands or chastity device - Discussing the black band punishment with members of faculty or staff, or anybody outside of Kingswood
`If you witness a black band student breaching any of the above rules, contact anyone in Year 13 to advise. Please be aware that assisting a black band student to breach any of the above rules will incur severe punishments, including being black banded and potentially expulsion from Kingswood.
`Your disappointedly, Adam Gordon, Year 13 Head of Discipline'
"Fuck!" Danny exclaimed as he stared at his phone. "I've heard of black banding before and I knew it was bad, but... seriously... fuck!"
Mr Cunningham looked down the coach, which was now back in the school car park, to see the boys all staring at their phones. "This is the part where you all fight your way off and I tell you to stop pushing!" he called out, a little confused at their lack of movement.
Gossiping about why the reminder had been sent out and speculating that it had to be because someone had been black banded, the boys piled off the coach. The chatter continued as they all made their way up to the dorms.
"Hey, welcome back!" Rob said happily as the other dorm 1.09 boys wandered in. "Heard you tied. That's damn good against King Edwards!" he added supportively. He was sat on the sofas along with David and Nicky.
"Screw that!" Mikey called out. "What's up with this message?" he asked, waving his phone.
"Hey, we figured it was something someone had done at King Edwards," Rob said with a shrug.
"I thought Mikey might have punched Gregory again," David said with a smirk. As he got a scowl from Mikey, he raised his hands defensively and added, "Which I would totally support cos he clearly deserves it!"
"Damn straight," Mikey nodded, flopping down onto a sofa.
"Maybe it was just a general reminder then," Rob said with a shrug. He frowned at Danny who sat down beside him and asked, "Where's Chris? I figured he came out to meet you!"
As everyone looked round, curious about the final member of the dorm's absence, they saw him appear at the doorway looking decidedly distraught. Before any of them could even ask what was wrong, he raised his hands to show the black bands adorning his wrists.
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
There's a Naked Alfie in the Garden - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/theres-a-naked-alfie-in-the-garden