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The Kingswood Effect
Chapter 30
Sunday 27 March 2022
"Hey, wait for me," David called out, raising his voice as much as he dared as he hurried down the corridor.
Danny and Mark both stopped as they heard the call and smiled as they saw the other boy heading towards them. While Danny and Mark had continued their five-days-a-week early-morning gym visits, David's attendance had dwindled when he started his relationship with Rose before stopping entirely when she left.
"Typical," Danny huffed comedically as he shook his head. "I finally stop asking you if you're coming and you actually start coming! Admit it, you're just messing with me now!" he teased as playfully draped an arm around David's shoulders as the three of them continued on towards the stairs.
"Ya got me," David smirked. "My entire life is dedicated to messing with you, further proving that this entire world does, in fact, revolve around you!"
"I had my suspicions," Danny replied, grinning cheekily.
"If your muscles were as big as your ego, you could probably skip the gym for a few years!" Mark said, shaking his head disapprovingly.
"And if your willy was as big as your ego, you'd be... well, Nicky!" David said with a snigger.
"Mate..." Danny said, pausing on the stairs and shaking his head as David looked back at him. "Willy? Really?"
"Why, what do you call yours?" David frowned.
"Really fucking popular!" Mark quickly interjected before Danny could reply, getting a snort of laughter from David.
"Hey, I'm not the one in demand!" Danny replied with a lop-sided grin as they continued down to the exit.
"Oh?" David asked curiously, peering round at Mark as they slowly wandered along the path towards the Sports Complex. "Spill the tea," he demanded excitedly.
"He's talking bullshit," Mark huffed.
"Oh come on. It's been two months and Roman STILL asks if we're coming back for another massage cos he wants to get his hands on you!" Danny scoffed, thinking back to the `therapy' he had helped Mark undergo to tackle his physical intimacy issues. "I heard half of the Fothergill rugby team were throwing themselves at you during your naked little run-around the other week," he added with a grin. "And then there's... you-know-who!" Danny smiled as he said it, but it was slightly forced.
"Who?" David demanded. He looked to Mark again and said, "You may know who you-know-who is but I don't, so who is you-know-who?"
Mark visibly flinched at the question as he shook his head and said, "I... what?!"
"Can I tell him?" Danny asked, still feeling a little conflicted.
Mark sighed, "Fine!"
"Chris likes Mark!" Danny exclaimed. He felt a knot in his stomach as he said it.
"Well duh!" David said, rolling his eyes. "That was kinda obvious from, like, the start of term!"
"Yeah, that's what I thought," Danny insisted. "But then Mark was like, `oh no, we're just friends, Chris is just helping me settle in cos I'm a scared little boy whose muscles aren't actually that impressive and don't even come close to comparing to Danny's!'" he said mockingly.
"Great impression," Mark said sarcastically. "And you fucking wish!" he added, flexing a bicep.
"Oof, I done flooded my basement!" David declared as he looked at the bulging arm.
"What?" Danny frowned.
David and Mark both laughed as David explained, "It's a drag thing, but... Chris, huh?"
"Sort of, but mostly no," Mark said with a shrug. "When he said he liked me, it was in the MIDDLE of one of the performances of his play and then he hasn't mentioned it since!"
"Tell him the stupid part!" Danny insisted.
Mark sighed again and said, "I haven't mentioned it either, so it's just... out there but we're... kind of ignoring it!"
"Oh yeah, that sounds SUPER healthy!" David sniggered.
Danny pursed his lips as he nodded in agreement.
"So... do you even like him back?" David asked curiously as he looked at Mark, then suddenly stared wide-eyed at Danny as he added, "And are YOU doing okay with it?"
"Pfft, why would I not be okay?" Danny asked defensively.
"No reason," David said with a knowing smirk.
"You think you're so smart," Danny huffed.
"No, just observant," David said as he shrugged casually. "You pick up a lot of stuff when you're around people who don't even notice you're there!"
"Well you're wrong," Danny insisted. "There's nothing to pick up on!" he said a little moodily. Before the others could react to his angry proclamation, he looked to David and said, "Wait, you... think we don't notice you?"
David just shrugged again without replying. As neither of the others spoke, he waited a few more moments and said, "So... you and Chris?"
"There IS no me and Chris," Mark insisted. "There's just... me, being all, stupid and broken!"
"Hey, I'm all stupid and broken too!" David said with a snigger.
"I'm mostly just stupid. That's close enough, right?" Danny said with a grin, though it quickly faded as they wandered into the gym, worrying about the other two accompanying him.
The bitch is gonna get ya!' It was a common saying at Kingswood, a warning that came to all Year 7s at some point, though it was intended to encourage rather than scare. The bitch' in question was the dreaded `p' word – puberty!
By the time they came to Kingswood, some boys were already well into it, though most had no idea what horrors they had lurking ahead. The fact that such horrific and sometimes-painful changes just happened to coincide with the massive change of a new school always just felt somewhere between bad planning and sheer vindictiveness.
Fortunately, the spirit of openness, honesty and brotherhood at Kingswood once again showed up when needed most. Puberty was something every student would go through during their time at Kingswood, and it actually forged stronger relationships for some. Teasing and mockery could never be completely avoided, not even Kingswood could be perfect in that regard, but it never got too harsh and tended to pass quickly.
But still, the boys were prepared at an early age for the terrors to come – hair everywhere, zits galore, spontaneous erections, voices cracking at the worst possible moment and the smell... oh lord, the smell. A teenage boy's bedroom held an aroma that could be called, in the politest possible terms, distinct. But a dorm of eight boys, that was verging on chemical warfare! The only smell worse than teenage body odour is teenage body odour poorly masked by cheap body spray!
It was like nature had decided to punish teenage boys for simply having the audacity to exist. The last thing the boys of the school needed was each other making it worse. The bitch really was going to get ya... eventually... probably... hopefully.
That was what Josh told himself as he let out a sigh, staring down at himself in the shower.
"I agree!" Mikey sniggered from one side of him. "I'd be moaning too if I had that tiny todger!"
"Oh yeah, cos you're SO hung!" Josh said back, embarrassed a little that his moan had been heard.
"More than you!" Mikey said back petulantly. "And at least I have hair!"
"Yeah, but it's ginger, so I'd be careful bragging about that," Rob joined in from Josh's other side.
Josh snorted with laughter as Mikey flipped Rob off. He looked down again and let out another sigh, figuring the conversation was started now, he may as well get into it properly. "Do some people, like... never get hair?"
"Hey, don't be like that, you've got hair," Mikey said, sounding supportive, then grinned as he leaned down to stare at Josh's crotch up close and added, "Oh wait, I think that was an eyelash!"
It was Rob's turn to laugh, though he quickly stopped as Josh glared at him. "Sorry," he apologised, still smiling, "But that was actually funny!" Before Josh could complain, he added, "You'll get there. You've heard the talks, everyone's at their own pace. The bitch is gonna get ya, remember!"
"I think the bitch is taking the day off with Josh!" Mikey sniggered.
"Screw you!" Josh huffed. "Besides, you're barely even ahead of me."
"Hey, whadda you think that is?" Mikey demanded, pointing to a small bump on his cheek.
Josh squinted as he leaned closer and said, "I dunno, have your freckles ganged up to make one giant super freckle? I don't know if ginger puberty is the same as regular human puberty. Fuck knows what you got going on in there!"
Mikey looked furious, but as he went to react, Rob raised a hand and shook his head. "Nuh-uh, you threw the first insult. School rules state you have to take whatever he throws back!"
"That's a stupid rule," Mikey growled. "And it's a ZIT!" he insisted, pointing to the bump again.
"Eww, you're not American, it's a spot, not a zit!" Josh complained. He forced a shudder and said, "Damn, imagine being ginger AND American, you'd never get laid again!"
Mikey looked to Rob questioningly.
Rob nodded, giving him permission to insult back. The rule' was actually completely made up, but as Mikey and Josh had spent increasing amounts of time together over the past couple of terms, it had resulted in Rob spending more time with the often-aggressive teen too. Making up the rule' had been one of the ways he had found to keep the peace between the two argumentative boys.
"What'd you know about getting laid? The best sex life you ever had was when your brothers were still around!" Mikey said moodily.
"Woah, too far!" Rob said, appalled.
"S'okay," Josh shrugged. "It was fucked up but kinda funny!"
Mikey looked a bit sheepish and said, "Yeah, but... sorry anyway!"
Josh smiled and shrugged, but his face soon dropped as he looked down at himself and asked, "D'ya think... it's because of them? My brothers, I mean. Could the stuff they did to me have, like, broken me so I don't... grow up properly?"
Rob felt a tightness in his chest. It was a truly heart-breaking question and he wasn't quite sure how to respond.
"Don't be a dick!" Mikey snapped, clearly taking a very different approach. "I ain't no doctor or anything but even I know it don't work like that. Can't blame everything on them. Your tiny dick's just... how you are for now but you'll change eventually!" he continued, painfully bluntly.
Rob wanted to interject, especially as he was worried Mikey would get even more brutally honest.
"Anyway," Mikey continued, "Doesn't really matter. You're cute as fuck now, so if nothing ever changes... you just stay cute as fuck. So shut up about it and be happy with what ya got!"
Josh giggled at the amusingly aggressive compliment and just nodded as he resumed showering, seemingly happier now with his lack of development.
Rob stared for a moment at Mikey. Throughout the past two terms he had been worried on quite a few occasions about Josh spending so much time with him, especially with how often the two seemed to get in trouble or return to the dorm looking like they'd been in a fight. It was moments like this that made him feel much happier about the growing friendship between the two.
"Fuck me, you don't need me to cheer YOU up too, do ya?" Mikey asked as he saw Rob staring.
"No, just admiring the spot!" Rob teased.
"Wanna see me squeeze it?" Mikey asked, looking manic as he reached up to grab it.
Rob and Josh burst into screams as they fled from the terrifying pimple popper.
Nicky chuckled slightly as he watched Angel get up from his seat and start pacing again.
"What's so funny?" Angel asked, scowling a little at the older boy.
"Just never seen you this nervous. It's kinda cute!" Nicky teased playfully.
"I... feel like I should be offended," Angel said, looking genuinely confused over how to react.
"Mate, chill," Nicky insisted. "It's gonna go fine! This is what you started the whole thing for!"
Nicky had been supporting Angel for some time now as he developed an initiative intended to help people dealing with bullying, offering a safe place for people to talk whether they were the victims or the actual bullies themselves. The Anti-Bullying Defence League, as Angel had called it, was made up of various volunteers but was still only just getting off the ground. They had publicised the services of the ABDL' through various group chats on the Kingswood app, so all students knew about it, but today they were meeting with their first customer'.
As the creator of the ABDL, Angel had wanted to be the one helping the first student to reach out to them on his own, but nerves had got the better of him and he had drafted Nicky to be his support.
"What if I can't help? Or I just make things worse?" Angel asked nervously.
"You won't!" Nicky insisted. "We're not here to fix things, we're just here to give people a chance to talk, that's all.
"Yeah, but what if..." Angel started, but he was cut off by a knock at the door. He let out a nervous whimper as he looked to Nicky then called out shakily, "Come in!"
The door opened and a nervous-looking Year 10 boy walked in. Nicky didn't really know the boy specifically, but as a fellow music club attendee, he at least knew the name – Jude Carter. He immediately stared at Nicky, eyes widening for a moment as he said, "Oh, I... erm... I didn't... I thought... I was just meeting..."
"Oh, sorry, would you like me to leave?" Nicky asked quietly as Jude remained stood in the open doorway.
"He's in the ABDL too," Angel quickly explained.
"Oh!" Jude exclaimed, looking at Nicky in surprise. "I never would've... guessed..." he said a little awkwardly as he looked Nicky up and down. Jude finally closed the door as he walked in and asked, "So... how does this work?"
Angel looked to Nicky for support and got a small smile and head nod that spurred him on. "Well I guess you just... lay it all out and we'll...see what we can do with you from there," Angel said to the older boy.
"R... really? It's just... that easy?" Jude asked. "And you won't... tell anyone?"
"Not unless you want us to," Angel explained.
"Or unless you're at rick of causing serious harm to yourself or others," Nicky added, remembering the caveat their staff liaison had insisted upon when discussing their intended plans.
"Well, I don't think it's hurting anyone," Jude said, pursing his lips thoughtfully for a moment. "It's just... I know not many guys are, ya know... into it, which is why I was so surprised to see your advert!"
Angel smiled sincerely. "That's exactly why we did it!" he said happily. "We think this is something EVERYBODY should be able to talk about freely. And nobody should ever have to deal with it on their own!"
"Wow, that's... really cool!" Jude said, looking increasingly happy. "Well, then I guess I should just get it over with then!" He reached down and unbuttoned his jeans.
Nicky and Angel looked at each other, completely confused, then stared in shock as Jude pulled his jeans down... to reveal he was wearing a diaper!
"Wh... what? Why... why are you..." Angel stuttered, absolutely bewildered.
Jude suddenly looked less confident as he saw the looks on the other two boys' faces. "I thought... isn't this... erm..." he said back nervously.
"Oh!" Nicky exclaimed, nodding. "Is that... is that what you're getting bullied about?" he asked curiously.
"No, nobody's bullying me!" Jude frowned. "Why would they... I mean do you... think people SHOULD be bullying me for this? I thought... fuck, this was a mistake!"
"No, no, it's not!" Angel insisted. "We want to help, we just... don't know..."
Jude was already pulling his jeans back up. "Forget it," he said as he zipped up. "I... shouldn't have... erm... if you tell ANYONE about this..." he said a little angrily.
"We won't!" Angel insisted.
"I wouldn't know what to tell even if I wanted to," Nicky added, even more confused now.
Jude hurried out of the room and slammed the door behind him.
"What just happened?" Angel asked, staring at Nicky.
"I have... NO idea!" Nicky replied honestly.
Rob stared down at the small gift in his lap. With his brow heavily furrowed and his jaw almost trembling he looked at Luke and said, "I thought you said... we weren't doing gifts!"
Luke smiled and shrugged. "We did, but I thought of this and just couldn't resist!"
Rob let out a gentle whimper. Today was their one-year anniversary, although they had not been sure if it really counted. A couple of months earlier, the couple had made their relationship polyamorous when they started dating Jazz too, which made things a little unclear. Was celebrating their one-year anniversary a bit exclusionary for Jazz? Was it sticking to the way things were before, rather than embracing what they were now? In the end, the two had decided to spend some of the day together, just the two of them, without making a huge deal of the actual date, an arrangement that had `supposedly' included an agreement not to get gifts.
"But I didn't get you anything!" Rob said sadly.
Luke reached over and pulled Rob into a kiss, the two embracing for several moments before Luke pulled back and said, "You're all the gift I need!"
"Aww, you're too cute," Rob giggled, though he did still find himself inordinately guilty for being the only one receiving a gift. Mostly he was just happy to have some alone time with Luke. He loved being in a relationship with two guys, and he genuinely loved them both, but things since Jazz joined things had been difficult, sexually!
Jazz had spent Years 7 and 8 at Fothergill Academy, where he had been subjected to their permanent chastity for anyone under sixteen. Rather than preventing sexual activity, it had a tendency to just drive boys to seek pleasure through other means, usually anal stimulation. It was something Jazz had become very adept at, as well as very fond of. When he joined Kingswood and regained full access to his penis, he had happily continued his love of anal, especially with Luke who had become somewhat of a keen top.
"Come on then, open it!" Luke said, virtually bouncing with excitement.
Rob smiled and tore off the colourful wrapping paper to reveal a small box. As he opened it, he found himself looking at the back of a Yu-Gi-Oh card, the game the two boys had initially bonded over when they first met, and something they still enjoyed playing... at least when Luke wasn't busy fucking Jazz!
"Ooh," Rob said excitedly as he hovered his hand over the card. "Is it a rare one or something?"
"You could say that!" Luke grinned.
Too curious to hold back anymore, Rob flipped the card over and saw the name of it was `Rob Wilson, Captain of Rugby.' The picture on it was a cartoon version of himself in the Kingswood rugby kit with what looked like a weaponised rugby ball. He stared at it for a moment, then looked at Luke, open-mouthed.
"There's a guy in year 12 who's an awesome artist and he did the picture, then I got some help to knock the rest of it up to make it look like a proper card. I won't tell you who helped, but let's just say if you ever need a fake ID, I now know a guy!" Luke explained with a huge grin.
"You... had me... made into a card!" Rob exclaimed, still in shock. He stared back down at the card for a moment, then placed it aside and said, "I love it so much. Thank you!" He leaned forward to pull Luke into hug, then as he pulled back from it slightly, started kissing him.
Luke happily embraced the younger boy, sitting up to make out with him for a couple of minutes before gently pushing him to lay back on the bed, lying with him as the kiss continued. When they finally parted, Luke didn't move back far, just enough for them to see each other without going cross-eyed. "Happy anniversary, Rob!"
"Yeah, it is," Rob said with a slight chuckle. "I love you so much!"
"I love you too," Luke replied, giving Rob another peck on the lips before peppering the rest of his face with gentle, playful kisses as Rob giggled.
As Rob laid in his boyfriend's embrace, he felt a hand slide up under his t-shirt and head for one of his overly-sensitive nipples. He let out a low groan as he felt Luke tweak it gently. He knew where this was going, and he was more than happy to let it happen. He returned the favour by placing his hand under Luke's shirt to stroke his stomach.
It quickly turned into a slow strip for both of them. Luke removed something of Rob's, Rob removed something of Luke's and soon enough the two boys were naked, limbs entangled, lips pressed together again, erections straining.
"You're so cute," Luke said as he pulled out of the kiss a little, letting his hands continue their casual roaming of Rob's body.
Rob let out a gentle sigh. He removed his glasses, frowned at them and said, "Not compared to you! Or Jazz! Or... most people!"
Luke smirked slightly as he shook his head. He reached out and grabbed the glasses from Rob's hand and said, "You ARE cute, even WITH these!" He slipped the glasses on himself and said, "See! Am I any less good looking now just cos I'm wearing these?"
"Don't know, I can't really see you without my glasses!" Rob joked, then rolled his eyes and nodded as he added, "But... yeah, I get your point!"
"So..." Luke started as he sat up, moving to kneel between Rob's legs. "As this is... a special occasion, I was wondering if maybe you might be okay with..." he reached down and grabbed both of Rob's ankles, lifting his legs to reveal his hole.
The implication was clear, even without Luke saying it. Rob frowned and said firmly, "I told you I'm... not into that!"
"I just thought you might be ready by now!" Luke said with a shrug. "Jazz can handle it, and like I said... it's a special occasion!"
"Luke, it's not..." Rob paused and sighed. "It's not about... being ready, it's about me just NOT wanting to do that!"
"Won't you do it for me?" Luke asked, leaning forward to stroke his hands up Rob's body, tweaking at his nipples again.
"Luke," Rob said, shaking his head a little.
"And... maybe THIS could be your gift to me!" Luke continued.
Rob glanced to the side to see the card Luke had given him. He sighed heavily. He owed the older boy. As much as he didn't want to do it for himself, he thought he should do it for Luke, so he gave a gentle nod.
"Oh my god, I love you so much!" Luke said eagerly as he reached out to grab some lube, slicking up his dick in seconds before moving on to lubricate Rob.
Rob let out a slight moan as he felt Luke's fingers circling his hole before a single finger pushed inside him. "Ah, fuck," he grunted.
"Hey, you gotta relax, it'll make it easier!" Luke insisted, stroking a hand down Rob's thigh.
"Okay," Rob frowned. As the finger pulled out, it was replaced by the head of Luke's dick which immediately started pressing against him.
"Relax!" Luke said, feeling the resistance.
Rob did his best to try and do what Luke suggested, but as his hole began to stretch to accommodate the penis probing him, he winced from the pain.
"It's okay, it only hurts a for a bit, then you'll love it, I promise!" Luke insisted as he pushed further into the boy.
"Luke, I don't like this," Rob complained, shaking his head.
"Shh, it's okay, you'll be okay!" Luke said softly. He reached down to play with Rob's dick, but it had gone soft, so he decided to try and change that. Leaning further over, he grabbed a nipple again.
Rob's eyes widened. The nipple teasing had its usual, instantly-pleasurable effect, but it did nothing to lessen the sharp pain in his rear as Luke pulled back and pushed in once again, going a little deeper. He clasped at the bedding, his knuckles whitening as his teeth gritted to get through the pain. "Luke, please," he said breathlessly.
"God, you're so tight!" Luke growled. "Fuck, your arse is as perfect as the rest of you!"
Rob tried to be glad of the compliment, but all he could think about was getting through it. He laid there with Luke continuing to tease a nipple with one hand, stroking his re-stiffened cock with the other and slowly building up speed for the fucking. Knowing Luke wasn't going to stop until he was done, Rob just closed his eyes and tried to focus on his nipple and erection as he trembled.
Every thrust felt like he was being stabbed, but still he endured as he felt Luke's slippery hand stroking his dick, occasionally slipping up over the end to tease the head. Rob was so caught up in getting through the fuck that he barely even noticed he was cumming until he felt the warmth of his spunk on his stomach.
"Ah fuck!" Luke moaned out as he felt the tensing of Rob's tight hole around his dick. He pulled out and gave a couple of quick strokes before adding his own spunk to the puddle. "Oh... my... god..." he gasped as he finally finished cumming, flopping down onto his side next to the naked, panting boy. "Fuck, Rob, that was... ugh... god, you have no idea how much I love you!" He pulled Rob close.
Rob gave a meek smile, his butt still throbbing as he cuddled up to Luke.
"Care to join me?" had become Josh's new favourite phrase, even though he had only heard it from Mr Rudd a couple of times.
Since being released from chastity, Josh's visits to Mr Rudd's office no longer started off with a shower, he simply entered, stripped off and awaited instructions that may or may not come. Yet a few times since his release, when the teacher had finished whatever paperwork he happened to be doing, he would head for the bathroom and state, "I'm having a shower. Care to join me?"
Needless to say Josh's answer was always an unashamedly enthusiastic yes as he ran after his daddy'. In some ways, he wished he could resist. He was still undergoing Mr Rudd's self control' training following recent his act of `public indecency', which currently took the form of an outright ban on ejaculation. It had now been twenty days since his last orgasm, fourteen of which had been done without the assistance of a chastity device.
At first, it had felt like an impossible task to resist playing with himself, especially at night when the rest of the dorm were openly enjoying their own masturbation (or more). That first night, he had touched himself a little, but soon stopped when he realised he wouldn't be able to hold back if he got too far. Since then, the constant thought of pleasing Mr Rudd had helped keep his hands off of his seemingly-permanent erection.
The showers with Mr Rudd had been both incredible in their closeness and intimacy with the man, but torturous in the unsated arousal they stoked in Josh who wanted nothing more to cum every time he saw the man undress. They usually washed each other too, Mr Rudd allowing Josh to touch him all over, which was painfully exciting, but it was when they switched that Josh really suffered. Feeling the teacher's hands on his body was heavenly. Being such a large and rough, burly-looking man, it was always pleasantly surprising to feel how gentle his hands could be, especially as they slid across his nipples or playfully teased his butt crack. When they made their way to his straining erection, it took every bit of self-control he had not to shoot instantly.
Today was no exception. Josh had finished cleaning Mr Rudd off and stood now with the man soaping him up gently. "Daddy," Josh moaned, wincing a little as the use of the affectionate name only heightened his arousal. "I'll cum if you... keep... doing that," he moaned as he felt the hands once again squeeze at his small erection.
"That's okay, you're all clean now, lil buddy," Mr Rudd said with a grin.
Josh let out a moan of disappointment as Mr Rudd stopped touching him, despite the relief.
As the shower stopped and they both stood dripping for a moment, Mr Rudd looked down at Josh and smiled. "So, two weeks out of chastity. How are you finding it not playing with yourself?" he asked as he reached for a towel, wrapping it around Josh to dry him off first.
"It's hard, daddy," Josh said with a cheeky grin. "Very, VERY hard!" He waggled his hips a little to make his erection swing like an upside-down pendulum.
"So I can see," Mr Rudd smirked before rubbing Josh's crotch with the towel.
Josh let out a groan of pleasure. It really took hardly any stimulation at all to push him right to the brink of release now.
Raising the towel dry off Josh's hair, Mr Rudd rubbed vigorously for a few moments before he let the towel drop, hanging down round Josh's shoulders. He ran his fingers through the boy's hair, tidying it up just a little as he said, "You really need a haircut!"
Josh nodded, letting out a hint of a moan at the feel of the fingers in his hair. "Y... yes daddy," he sighed, then smiled and said, "We always go and get haircuts on our first Monday back at home during breaks." The smile dropped quickly though.
"Something wrong?" Mr Rudd asked as he pulled the towel away and started drying himself off.
Josh let out a sigh and said, "Jensen!" He frowned a little and said, "Jensen Watts, in year thirteen, not the Jenson in my year, my big bro."
"He do something wrong?" Mr Rudd asked, reaching out to gently stroke Josh's cheek with the back of his hand.
"No, he's great," Josh said proudly. "It's just... after this break, it's his last term here and then he's gone!"
Mr Rudd nodded as he hung the towel up and said thoughtfully, "I see." He took hold of Josh's hand to lead him back into the office and said, "That's often the problem being close to older students. You have to deal with them leaving eventually."
As Mr Rudd sat down, Josh stood in front of him and nodded back. "I never really had anyone I cared about before I came here, so I... never had to think about anyone leaving! Well, except my dad, but... I guess he left before I was even really old enough to remember him leaving," Josh explained. "I wish he could just... stay here for longer!"
"I hear he got into Cambridge," Mr Rudd nodded. "Architecture, wasn't it?" he asked casually.
"Yes daddy," Josh smiled, quietly impressed.
"What, you think I only pay attention to the students I get naked with?" Mr Rudd asked with a grin.
"No sir, you're a great teacher," Josh said happily.
"Thank you, Josh," Mr Rudd said sincerely. "But that sounds like a step towards an incredible future for Jensen. If he stayed here, he'd be missing out on it, wouldn't he?"
"I guess," Josh said with a slight head bob.
"And you'd never want someone you love to miss an opportunity, just to spare your feelings, would you?" the teacher asked, mostly rhetorically.
"No, I s'pose not," Josh said, smiling again. "I'll miss him, but... yeah, you're right, he's got so much ahead of him! Thank you, daddy. You make everything better!"
"Nah," Mr Rudd said with a headshake. "That's all on you. I just help you find the way!" As Josh beamed proudly, Mr Rudd chuckled and said coyly, "I suppose for doing so well over the last couple of weeks, I could let you have a reward!"
Josh gasped excitedly. "Do I get to cum? Or make you cum? Or both?" he asked, hopping excitedly from one foot to the other.
"Which would you prefer?" the teacher asked, sitting back in his seat as he looked the boy up and down.
Josh blushed heavily as he explained, "I think if you let me make you cum, I'll probably end up cumming without even touching it!"
"Oh, am I that hot or are you that horny?" Mr Rudd asked with a cheeky grin.
"Bit of both," Josh said, his cheeks still flushed.
"How about this then?" Mr Rudd said with a casual nod. "You get down on your knees," he pointed down between his legs, then pointed at his semi-hard cock and continued, "And make me cum!" He paused as he heard Josh let out an excited whimper. "And if by the time you finish, you haven't cum, then I will let you do it!"
"And... what if I... cum before you do, daddy?" Josh asked nervously.
Mr Rudd smiled sincerely, leaned forward and grabbed Josh's hand. He pulled him closer, so he was standing where we had been instructed to kneel, then leaned in and whispered, "I believe in your ability to control yourself, Josh. You won't cum!" He smiled again before planting a delicate kiss on his cheek.
Josh grunted. The mixture of hearing the man say his name, knowing the trust he had in him and feeling the slight scratchiness of his stubble sent ripples of pleasure surging through him. "Yes daddy," he said breathlessly as he dropped to his knees. He reached out and grabbed the girthy tool before him, wrapping his fingers around it, letting out a tiny shudder at the warmth of the skin and the weight of the thickening prick. "You're so big!" he exclaimed wistfully. "I'll never be as big as this!" he added as the cock grew within his grasp.
"Lemme tell you a little secret," Mr Rudd said with a smile as he reached down and tilted Josh's head up to force eye contact. "I was about your size at your age!" He leaned forward to look down at Josh's small penis and added, "All over!"
"Seriously?" Josh asked, his whole face lighting up as he felt a glimmer of hope.
"Yup, late bloomer here," Mr Rudd said with a confident nod. "Ya still got plenty of time!"
Josh grinned broadly for a moment before he declared, "I'm gonna suck you SO good!"
Mr Rudd laughed as he relaxed back in his seat and said, "Glad to hear it. Enjoy!"
Josh nodded then immediately plunged the girthy meat into his mouth, lashing at the head with his tongue while one hand stroked the base of the shaft and the other groped at the man's hefty balls. He found himself wishing he had more hands. Pleasuring the teacher felt so incredible, but his own cock was almost painfully hard as it sat untouched. It was likely a blessing he couldn't spontaneously sprout more limbs, as a single stroke would probably push him over the edge and he so desperately wanted to avoid letting Mr Rudd down... letting Daddy down!
Josh pulled away, letting his tongue slide from mid-shaft to the tip of the head as he did so, feeling a slight dribble of pre-cum flow onto his tongue which he held out for a moment to let Mr Rudd see, then swallowed and grinned. "Daddy, can you... I mean... is it... okay if I swallow it today?"
"That's fine by me," Mr Rudd replied, reaching out to stroke the boy's cheek. "Just keep going the way you're going and it won't take long. You're doing great, buddy!"
Josh hurried back to work on the hefty cock, taking it as deep into his mouth as he could. It hit the back of his throat and he didn't gag, but it did bring back a sudden memory of how he had learned to deep throat and he pulled it back, not wanting to taint the enjoyable blow job with the ghosts of his past. He pulled the dick from his mouth once again, but stroked it eagerly with one hand while he lowered his mouth to lap at the teacher's scrotum. The moans he got in response spurred him on more eagerly, though he couldn't resist the allure of the erection for long and soon returned it to his mouth.
"Josh, I'm getting close. You ready for it? Mr Rudd asked as he ran his fingers through the messy hair once again.
"Mmmmm-huh," Josh hummed happily without pulling away. He sped up a little, keen to make the orgasm as pleasurable as possible. He let his own hand drop down to his dick but stopped just short of touching it, grasping at Mr Rudd's leg instead. He felt the muscles tighten as the man let out a guttural moan and began to ejaculate.
Josh had never tasted anything so wonderful in his life. The sweet saltiness was heavenly as the thick goo coated his mouth for a moment before being sucked away and happily swallowed. Not wanting the excitement to end, he kept sucking until he felt hands on his shoulders pulling him off.
"Good job, buddy," Mr Rudd said a little breathlessly. "Looks like you just about managed to hold off!" he added as he looked down at the straining little prick, the tip glistening and a tiny puddle of precum on the ground beneath it.
"I didn't know I could even pre-cum!" Josh giggled as he looked down. As he looked up at Mr Rudd again, he asked, "So I can cum now?"
"You can start stroking," the teacher instructed, "But don't cum until I give you permission!"
"Okay," Josh said, a little unsure exactly how the man expected him to stroke and NOT cum. He felt like he could shoot at any moment. He let out a shuddery gasp as he grasped himself in one hand. After the ample girth of Mr Rudd's impressive appendage, it felt like taking hold of a pinky finger. In fact, as he glanced at Mr Rudd's large hand with its strong, thick digits, he realised he probably was about as big as the man's pinky. "D... daddy..." he gasped shakily. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum!"
"Not. Yet!" Mr Rudd said firmly as he leant forward. He sat up, gradually towering more and more over the diminutive boy, smiling as his head gradually tilted further and further back to maintain eye contact.
"I can't hold it," Josh whined desperately.
"You can!" Mr Rudd insisted. "Just a little longer, buddy. You can do it. I know you can!"
"Ahh, okay," Josh whimpered, his hand barely even moving now, every muscle in his body straining to hold back. The pressure was growing, fuelled entirely by the abject fear of failing his daddy.
"That's it, come on, keep stroking but don't shoot," the man urged softly.
Josh's words disappeared into a squeaked whimper as he stared down at his pre-cum-soaked hand.
"Josh," Mr Rudd said as the boy looked down. He waited a moment and repeated, "Josh, look at me!"
Josh looked back up, visibly trembling now.
Mr Rudd leaned down and whispered in his ear, "You can cum!" then started nibbling on it.
Josh let out a yell of pleasured delight as he erupted into an orgasm the moment he felt the lips touch his ear. His load, even at its biggest, was nothing incredible. Even now after weeks of abstinence and more teasing than he knew it was possible to endure it was only a few measly spurts, but the pleasure accompanying it was enough to make him skirt right on the brink of unconsciousness. As he toppled toward, he felt Mr Rudd's stomach against his cheek and arms wrapping around him.
Staying happily in the man's arms as he came down from the mind-numbing explosion, all he could hear from above was, "Good job, Josh. You did great. Good boy!"
"So he said, what you gonna do about it?' and I just said three', and he was all, like, three what?' and I said three laps' and just kinda pointed to the pitch," Danny explained as he wandered along beside Rob. "And he looks all cocky and says, Oh, three laps, so scary' so I just say four'. But then he just rolls his eyes and doubles down as he says Ooh, how will I ever manage?' so I just smiled and said, six' and he asked, what happened to five' and I just grinned even bigger and said, ten, unless you have ANYTHING else to say' and he just glares at me, but then turns and starts running the laps. It was SO funny!"
"Huh," Rob grunted absently.
"Oh, am I boring you?" Danny asked with a slightly bemused frown.
"Oh, sorry," Rob said, shaken from his thoughts by the blunt question. "No, I... that's... I don't really get stuff like that from my team!"
"Kinda hard to get their respect with the amount of times they've seen me... ya know... doing embarrassing shit!" Danny said with a shrug.
"Nah, I don't think it's that," Rob replied as they cleared the treeline, Kingswood Lake spreading out ahead of them. "Believe me. My team have put me through plenty of embarrassing stuff. It's just... ya know... I'm a year ahead of you on being captain. They're still getting used to you being Captain Danny!"
"Yeah, I guess," Danny shrugged as he flopped down to sit on the grass near the lakeside. He let out a gentle sigh as Rob sat down beside him. "I used to come here all the time in year seven with Chris. We'd just, like, lay here and he'd make me listen to all this retro or weird music."
"You don't do that anymore?" Rob asked curiously.
"Yeah, we still listen to loads together, but it's... other places. He's... he's still shit-scared of coming into the woods!" Danny explained.
"Even just the path to the lake?" Rob asked in surprise. Like the rest of the dorm, he knew all about Chris' phobia, but it was always one of those `don't talk about it' kind of things.
Danny just shook his head.
"Wow, that's... sucky!" Rob said sympathetically.
"Sorry, bringing us down a bit," Danny apologised. "We're meant to be having fun!" he insisted.
The two boys had been through a little turbulence back in Year 8, though in the end they had gotten through it. Back over the summer break, they had been two of the only members of the dorm who were actually talking to each other, bringing them even closer. Ever since then, they had a weekly time that was dedicated to just the two of them hanging out.
"Fun's good, but asking you to not talk about Chris would be kinda like asking me to... not talk about Josh!" Rob said with a chuckle.
Danny laughed and nodded. "Speaking of Josh, he seems... weirdly happy lately!" he said with a sincere smile.
Rob nodded happily and said, "Yeah, despite the whole... corridor wank thing and the dicks that still won't drop it, he's... yeah, weirdly happy is pretty spot on. It's nice to see!"
"Yeah, and leaves you more time to focus on all your boyfriends!" Danny teased.
The smile dropped from Rob's face, though he didn't want to worry Danny so he quickly replied, "It's only two!"
"Only?" Danny smirked. "Oh, wasn't today an anniversary or something?" he asked as he suddenly remembered.
Rob let a gentle moan. He shuffled a short way down the grassy slope, then leaned back to rest his head on Danny's lap.
"Hey, what's up?" Danny asked nervously.
Rob just shook his head slightly then nuzzled it against Danny. "It's nothing, I'm fine," he lied.
"Clearly not!" Danny insisted.
"I told you, it's fine," Rob insisted. As Danny went to argue back, he said firmly. "Danny, please, just... drop it, okay? Just, let me lay here for a bit. You talk about whatever you want... even Chris!"
"Okay," Danny nodded, placing a hand on Rob's shoulder. "But if you ever need to talk..."
"Yeah, I know, thanks," Rob replied before he rolled onto his side and got more comfortable leaning against Danny as he listened to him chat.
Mikey and Nicky had finished up with basketball practice before stopping in at the school building to grab Chris before they headed off to meet Mark.
"Hey, fun book club meeting?" Nicky asked as Chris emerged from the room.
"Isn't that an oxymoron?" Mikey sniggered. As the other two looked at him, surprised, he shrugged and said, "What? I'm not allowed to know fancy words?"
"Fair point," Chris nodded with a shrug of acceptance, then looked to Nicky and said, "It was thanks. How was basketball?"
"Oh, the usual," Nicky said with a nod. "Lots of sweating, dribbling, playing with balls..."
"And then we played basketball!" Mikey and Chris both said in unison before bursting into laughter.
"Damn, I'm getting predictable!" Nicky said, unbothered by having his punchline stolen as long as it meant it made the other two laugh.
"Not predictable. Reliable!" Chris said, throwing an arm around him as they headed outside.
"Surprised you wanted us to come practice with you," Mikey said with a wry grin. "Thought you might want Mark to yourself. Maybe to practice for the play a bit more!"
"The play's over!" Chris frowned, having done their final performance at the SCIPS Creative Weekend the previous week.
"Yeah, I think he was implying more that you'd just make out some more," Nicky smirked. "Maybe he was a bit too subtle," he paused to frown at Mikey and said, "Which is... really weird!"
"Hey, don't wanna be predictable," Mikey teased.
"Ha, nice!" Chris cackled, offering Mikey a fist bump which he deftly dodged at the last moment to grab the shorter boy in a headlock instead as he added, "Also, piss off! That was... just for the play!" As soon as he had said it, he looked completely deflated, dropping his grip on Mikey as they sauntered along towards the School Building.
Mikey scowled, grabbed Nicky and pushed him towards Chris as he declared, "Eww, feelings, you deal with him!"
"I feel so supported," Chris grumbled.
"What?" Mikey shrugged. "I gave you an emotional support animal," he gestured to Nicky, "Isn't that enough?"
Nicky raised a hand as Chris went to argue back and said, "We'll kill him later. For now... dish it! What's wrong?"
Chris let out a groan as he veered off the path and flopped down onto the grass beside it.
"So we're sitting then!" Nicky said with a snigger as he sat down too. He looked up at Mikey and said, "Watch out, feelings incoming. Feel free to go on ahead!"
Mikey glanced round at the building then shook his head and sat down on the other side of Chris, still feigning indifference but deliberately sitting close enough to lean against him supportively.
"I did something stupid," Chris whined.
"Yeah, but then you broke up with him," Nicky quickly replied, pointing to Mikey.
"Ha!" Mikey laughed. "I was gonna go with the black band thing, but that was funny. Nicely played!"
They both quickly gave a sheepish, "Sorry!" as Chris scowled.
"I told Mark I think I like him!" Chris confessed.
"Okay, and then what?" Nicky asked curiously.
"Wh... what? No, that..." Chris stuttered, "That IS the stupid thing!"
Nicky and Mikey looked at each other across Chris and both shrugged.
"What's wrong with that?" Mikey asked. "He's single and hot. You're VERY single and... adequate!"
Chris looked scandalised as he asked, "Was the `very' really necessary there?"
"Yeah, kinda," Mikey shrugged, unbothered by the contempt.
"Hey, come on," Nicky said, shaking his head slightly at Mikey. "So you told him you THINK you like him? I guess what matters is whether you actually do and also... why you told him!"
Chris let out a sigh and said, "My turn to be predictable!"
"Oh!" Nicky nodded. "Danny!"
"Yeah," Chris nodded back. "I keep... telling myself that it's gonna happen one day and then, well... it doesn't but I still keep hanging on and I guess..." He paused to sigh again. "Him and Brian are... fuck, they're like... most people's relationship goals so I thought it was time to start moving on! I'd been getting really close to Mark, and... and that time you caught us kissing, he'd just told me something that was so sad and he was so down on himself and all I wanted to do was make him happy and let him know he's loved here and... and the kiss kinda happened and... ugh, it all just got so messy! And we haven't even talked about it either, so it's just... kinda... floating out there!"
They all sat in silence for a few moments until Mikey said bluntly, "Well I guess you're not a total fucking idiot. Just... a bit of an idiot."
"Jesus, Mikey!" Nicky scoffed in disgust.
Mikey tutted at Nicky and went on, "Ugh chill. What I mean is... you may be totally hung up on Danny like a total lovesick moron but at least you're smart enough to know it's never gonna fucking happen. That means there's hope for you!"
Chris scowled at him a little then looked to Nicky.
"Well he's a twat," Nicky said, frowning slightly, "But he's not wrong! Moving on is DEFINITELY a good move."
"Yeah, I know," Chris sighed.
"The question is... do you want to move on with Mark?" Nicky asked curiously. "And whatever the answer is, you probably need to tell it to Mark, not us. Sympathetic as I am to chapter thirty of the Chris/Danny saga, Mark deserves to know what's going on!"
Chris whined and leaned over to rest his head on Nicky's shoulder. "Can't you do it for me?" he asked hopefully.
"No chance," Nicky sniggered, bumping Chris away with his shoulder before jumping to his feet. "And we gotta get going before Mark think we're not coming!" As they resumed their walk, Nicky smirked and said, "Word of advice... if you have bad news to give him, don't do it on stage. Never goes well!"
As Mikey snorted with laughter, Chris blushed a bit and said, "I know you're joking, but when I told him I thought I liked him... we were... literally on stage!"
Nicky and Mikey were still laughing at the revelation by the time they reached the music room. As they got nearer, they could hear a loud electric guitar playing.
"Oh my god," Chris gasped as they walked into the room.
Mark was on stage, mid-solo and clearly rocking hard. He had obviously been playing for a while and really putting a lot into it as he had removed his shirt and stood glistening under the stage lights as he played, his blonde hair darkened by sweat, his face twisted into one of absolute concentration.
"Fucking hell," Mikey gasped. "If you don't date him, d'you mind if I do?"
Chris just let out a slight whimper as he watched the stunning young man play.
Sunday night had continued to become the favourite night of the week for most of dorm 1.09. Initially, it had just been because it was the only night of the week they all got to spend together as a group (with the added bonus of goodies cooked by David at his Sunday afternoon cooking club), but since New Year, it had become popular for a whole other reason.
Searching for a new business' after getting bored of black trade snacks and nearly getting arrested for illicit videos, Mikey had devised an event night using the Kingswood Underground as a venue. He had started with Strip Poker Night' which pitted two trios of students against each other in a quiz-show format that involved the gradual removal of clothes and ultimately ended with the losing team performing sexual forfeits for the entertainment of the crowd. He had hosted five of the events now, and his COK (Currency Of Kingswood) balance was looking decidedly healthy because of it.
Tonight would be the sixth event and Mikey was already growing bored with it. Paired with the fact it was getting increasingly hard to find volunteers to play, he had announced this would be the last, but that new events would be scheduled in their place. The two teams for the evening were trios of Year 11 students. It had received a little extra hype when people learned that the two team captains were in the process of going through a very bitter break-up, so things were expected to get extra spicy!
The boys felt a little bad as they headed down to spectate the event, as it meant leaving Chris behind, the ban from the Underground still in place thanks to his ongoing `black band' punishment. Most of the dorm had offered to stay behind and keep him company, but Chris had insisted they go, stating he would take the chance to spend some time with his eldest brother, Blane.
Down in the Underground, the main atrium was busy with students hanging around, eager to get into the studio' where the event would be held. The dorm 1.09 boys had gathered together, except for Mikey who was backstage making sure everything was prepared for the night. The best thing about being so wealthy was that he could now afford to pay other students to do most of the work for him. He had lectured the others about the benefits of passive income', but mostly they were just there to see naked guys!
"Did ya see what Luke got Rob for their anniversary?" David asked the others eagerly.
"Yeah, he showed us back in the dorm," Josh said happily. "It's so cool. I wonder what I'd look like as a cartoon!"
"Probably not that different from reality," Mark teased, nudging Josh playfully.
As the others burst into a playful argument about who would make the best cartoon character, Danny leaned in close to Rob, having noticed a slight flinch at the mention of his gift. "Hey, you okay?" he whispered.
"Yeah, fine, why?" Rob asked, shrugging briefly.
Danny sighed and shook his head. Earlier by the lake it was painfully apparent something was wrong, but Rob had refused to share. Since then he had let it drop, but knowing Rob's tendency to bottle things up, Danny was keen not to let the pressure build too much. "Did something happen? With Luke, I mean! He didn't, like... dump you or anything did he?"
"No, he'd never do that! He loves me! He'd never hurt me!" Rob insisted, mildly offended by the suggestion. "I told you, everything's fine!"
"Then... is it something with Jazz?" Danny asked curiously. Considering his only frame of reference for how throuples worked was the Chris/Nicky/Mikey relationship.
Rob huffed and replied, "I know you wanna help... cos... you're you and that's what you do, but... really, it's fine, just drop it!"
Danny's brow furrowed as he started, "Look, all I mean is..."
"Danny. Come with us please!" a deep voice suddenly boomed from behind him. It was immediately followed by a chorus of scandalised `oohs' from the students around who overheard the demand.
Danny turned to find himself facing three very imposing-looking Year 13 students. "Wh... why?" he asked nervously as he stood up, backing away slightly.
The three towering teens remained silent, staring impatiently at Danny who gave his dormmates a nervous look. "Okay," he said as he approached them. "Where are we going?" he asked as he felt a hand on his shoulder, guiding him through the Underground. His eyes widened as they reached the door to The Milker and he tried to hold back a little, but kept being pushed on.
"Ah, there he is!" a voice called out as they entered the room. Danny looked round to see it was Adam Gordon – Year 13 student, rugby player and the Head of Discipline for students.
Danny looked round nervously, but two of the teens who had accompanied him to the room now stood blocking the door while the other continued to urge Danny forward. Adam was sat with a group of other Year 13s in the spectator's area for The Milker.
"So good of you to join us," Adam said with a smile. "Glad to be able to touch your little friend again?" he asked, referring to the revocation of Chris' no-touching stipulation which had formed part of his punishment for misuse of the machine that now stood just a few feet away from Danny.
"Erm... yeah," Danny said timidly.
"Feel good about it, do ya?" Adam asked as he stood and approached Danny, shaking his head a little.
"I... don't know..." Danny said shakily, feeling increasingly scared with every passing moment.
"I told you this wasn't over!" Adam said, scowling heavily. "What you did, Danny... it crossed a line!"
"I'm sorry for... disagreeing with you," Danny offered timidly.
Adam scoffed. "What? Fuck! No, this ain't about you DISAGREEING with us. Hell, one of the things you're s'posed to learn here is when to stand up against something. Disagreeing with us doesn't matter because WE don't matter, we'll be gone in 3 months!" There were a couple of dejected sighs from behind him and he gave a brief sympathetic look back to some of his mates.
"Then... wh... what..." Danny stuttered.
"Kingswood!" Adam snapped furiously. "You put what YOU wanted and what YOU thought was right ahead of Kingswood! The things you threatened, the harm you said you could cause... THAT'S what we're pissed about!" the angry teen explained.
"I... wouldn't have... gone through with it," Danny said, unsure if it was actually true or not.
Adam shook his head for a moment and said, "Doesn't fucking matter. Those sorts of threats shouldn't even be in your head in the first place, they shouldn't even cross your mind... EVER. Fuck, you've been here long enough to know this place ain't perfect, but it's still pretty fucking amazing and a threat against Kingswood is a threat against everyone who goes here and everyone who's yet to come."
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," Danny said, desperately fighting the urge to just burst into tears as the angry older students stared at him.
"Yeah, sorry's not good enough. Not by a LONG shot!" Adam said angrily. "Like I said, we're gone in a few months and I'm not leaving this place until I know FOR SURE that I'm not leaving the place at risk from someone like YOU!"
Danny gulped and stammered, "I... I won't..."
"Shut up!" Adam snapped. He stood seething for a moment. "Ya know what, just be glad I'm the one in charge here. Half the guys in our Year just wanted to straight-up kick the shit out of ya, and I'm still kinda tempted to let them!"
Danny tried to take a step back, but still had the imposing young man who had accompanied him into the room right at his back.
"Relax, we're not gonna kick the shit out of you," Adam growled, "But by the time we're done you'll probably wish we had! Clothes off, get on the machine!" he ordered, gesturing to The Milker.
Danny froze for a moment before he quickly started undressing. Usually, surrounded by his classmates, his physique was actually one of the more impressive, sporting his gym-honed muscles, but with several Year 13 students now surrounding him, he had never felt so small. As he slowly revealed more skin, he felt his heart pounding faster and faster. On the bright side, he was only going on The Milker. That had to be better than just being beaten up. If Chris used to do it for fun, it can't have been THAT bad! Danny enjoyed edging others but found it a little frustrating himself, but frustration remained a preferable option to pain!
As he pulled his underwear down and stepped out of it, he immediately felt a hand on his shoulder shoving him towards the machine. "Wh... which way up?" he asked nervously, knowing the machine could be configured to house its occupant either face down or face up.
"Face up," Adam said firmly, then gave a wicked smile as he added, "We wanna see your face!"
Danny had seen Chris use the machine enough times to know the variety of attachments and gizmos available to provide various different types of stimulation, so he was pleasantly surprised when the Year 13s just secured him in place, slipped a tight ring around his cock and balls then attached the milking sleeve.
Without any warning, the machine started up. For once, Danny had not gotten hard the moment he was naked in front of other people, but as the machine came to life and began its stimulation he quickly stiffened inside the sleeve. As soon as he was hard, that was it, it was off at full speed. Any of the usual slow build-up he had seen Chris use most sessions was completely bypassed. They clearly wanted him on edge as soon as possible.
By the time Danny was a few minutes in, all of the Year 13s had gathered round, presumably there to enjoy the sight of seeing him suffer for threatening their beloved school. Terrifying as it was to be so helplessly at their mercy (even before being restrained in the machine), he couldn't help feeling a slight thrill at being on show. While he couldn't see as low as their crotches, he liked to think that at least a few of them were sporting bulges from what they could see.
"I thought you might like to know why we chose this particular piece of equipment for your first punishment," Adam started.
"Because... Chris..." Danny panted, already feeling himself slipping closer to the edge, barely even registering the mention of it being his `first' punishment.
"Well yes, your little friend got his punishment for using it, but it's more than that," Adam explained.
Danny let out a reluctantly pleasured whimper.
"This machine is a piece of Kingswood heritage!" Adam explained. "It's unique. It was built by the school doctor, many years before Dr Arkwright's time. It was developed using Kingswood students as test volunteers. And when the doctor's research was complete, it was gifted to the school, for the use and enjoyment of ALL students!"
"Mmm-huh," Danny hummed, he already knew most of this, though he was finding it increasingly hard to listen anyway.
"But it also represents the future," Adam went on. "Just as The Milker needs to be maintained and protected, to ensure it's here for future generations to enjoy, the same goes for Kingswood. So just as we had to stop Chris from harming the machine, you have to be stopped from harming the school!"
"I... won't..." Danny panted, his face contorting a little with pleasure. He was right on the brink of release. From what he had seen before, that meant it was due to stop at any moment.
The machine did not stop!
"Oh, ah... fuck... I'm... I'm... gonna... cum!" Danny panted, writhing as much as he was able to as he felt the explosion of pleasure from his dick, the sleeve pumping the spunk away through a narrow tube. "It went... wrong. I came!" Danny reported as the machine finally stopped.
"Oh, it didn't go wrong," Adam said, with a wave of sniggers echoing around him. "It did exactly what it was supposed to... it still is!" As he gestured towards the control console, other students clearing the way for Danny to see.
"What!" Danny exclaimed in shock as he saw the on-screen countdown drop from 21 to 20. It suddenly hit him what was happening. The Milker wasn't being used to just edge him, it was being used in a way Chris had not yet dared... orgasms! "No, no, no... please..." Danny begged as he watched the time tick down. The sleeve on his dick was motionless, but his squirming caused a tiny bit of friction and even that felt horrifically sensitive.
"Here we go!" one of the teens said as the timer hit one.
"Nooooo!" Danny yelped out as it struck zero and the sleeve burst back into life. His dick tended to take a while to go down after cumming, especially if he found himself in an embarrassing scenario, but the ring that had been put on him had maintained his erection almost completely. The sleeve began its rapid assault against his dick once again. "No... please... it's... too sensitive!" Danny moaned out.
"Gag him!" Adam instructed.
Moments later, Danny felt his mouth get pulled open as he struggled to resist before the ball of a ball-gag slipped in, muffling his ongoing grunts and complaints.
For several minutes, Danny felt the balance of pain and pleasure slowly shift from 90 percent pain and 10 percent pleasure to the other way round, his cock still mildly sensitive as he felt another orgasm building. Shortly after that, groaning incoherently into the gag his cock spasmed to life once again, followed by the slurping sound of the machine extracting the semen from the tube.
"Wow, two in twelve minutes!" Adam observed. "I wonder how many you'll reach by the end of the hour!"
The comment drew a lot of jeers and taunts from the others, while Danny whimpered, the countdown already down to 15 seconds ahead of the third activation.
Mark had excused himself from the revelry of Strip Poker night not long after it had started. He had lied to the others and said he was just going to the toilet, but he had no intention of rejoining them. He simply wasn't in the mood for that sort of thing tonight, so he wandered back up towards the dorm, actually looking forward to a little solitude. He loved that he actually had friends at school now, but alone time was still something he needed occasionally.
As he headed into the dorm, he stopped as he saw Chris at the end of the dorm, perched on the back of one of the sofas, staring out the window at the school grounds. For a brief moment, he considered turning and leaving as he hadn't yet been noticed. He couldn't have solitude in the dorm, but he could easily find it elsewhere.
He might have done it had he not known how much Chris hated being alone, so seeing him sat there by himself was probably something that needed to be changed. "Hey," he called out as he wandered across the dorm. As Chris turned to look back at him and smiled, Mark added, "I thought you were hanging out with Blane!"
Chris pursed his lips for a moment as he shook his head, then explained, "Was going to, but turns out it's date night with Mr Trent!" He cocked his head curiously at Mark and asked, "What you doing up here? It can't be over already!"
"Nah, barely even started," Mark explained. "I just... wasn't feeling it!" he said, offering the truth he hadn't felt comfortable giving to the others.
"Oh, okay," Chris nodded, barely able to comprehend not wanting to see three hot sixteen-year-olds getting naked and having public sex. "You okay?"
Mark nodded back and stopped close to Chris as he asked, "Mind if I join you?"
"Sure," Chris said, shuffling along on the back of the sofa he was perched on, smiling as Mark sat down beside him.
"What ya looking at?" Mark asked curiously as he stared ahead out the window.
"Just... looking," Chris replied. A short distance away from the building sat the ornamental gardens, with a stretch of grass beyond it, then the treeline of the woodlands. "I've really liked being in this dorm this year. The garden's so pretty," he explained as he nodded down at them. "Once we hit May it's gonna look even more amazing!"
Mark chuckled and said, "I forgot you're a plant nerd!" As Chris blushed a little, Mark quickly added, "I think it's cute!"
"Thanks," Chris said bashfully.
"Are you... looking at anything else?" Mark asked cautiously, knowing it was a risky thread to pull.
Chris stared over at the woods and let out a hearty sigh. "No, just the gardens," he said, obviously a lie, but one that also conveyed he didn't want to talk about it, "I really like them!"
Mark glanced round at Chris for just a moment when an idea came to him. A way to subtly bring up, and make light, of Chris' confession during the play. "Well I... THINK I like them too," he said with a smirk.
Chris chuckled, catching the hidden meaning of the comment before he let out an embarrassed groan.
"Sorry," Mark apologised sheepishly. "That was... unnecessary."
"No, it was necessary," Chris said with a reluctant head bob. "I... ugh... I don't know how to explain it!"
"Use what you know," Mark shrugged. "You probably know a song that covers it," he joked, knowing Chris' tendency to have a perfect song for any occasion.
Chris laughed and nodded, then looked thoughtful for a moment. "I dunno, I don't think I do, but..." he paused to glance out the window again. "Flowers!" he declared suddenly.
"I don't know that one," Mark frowned, shaking his head at Chris.
"No, it's... not a song," Chris said shyly. "It's... okay, I hope you can follow this, but... I'm... like a bee. Ya know, a honey bee and there's this really huge, really amazing flower that's just, like, calling out to me and I wanna go to it, but... there's already another bee on it."
"Mmm-huh," Mark hummed, smirking slightly.
"But the problem is, this big flower is SO big that... it kinda stops me seeing anything else, so there's all these other flowers out there that are..." Chris paused, giving Mark brief side-eye, "Well, there's one that's... really sweet and really pretty, but I can barely see it sometimes because... big flower!"
Mark nodded for a moment and asked, "So... you're saying you... think you like... the other flower?"
Chris nodded.
"And this BIG flower is... Danny, right?" Mark asked softly.
Chris nodded again.
Mark let out a sigh, the frowned thoughtfully for a moment and asked, "To keep with your... insane... whadda-ya-call it?"
"Analogy!" Chris offered with a brief smile.
"Yeah, that," Mark nodded. "So... why would you even be interested in this other flower when it's... like, missing a few petals and... and its stalk's a bit broken and... it's got this... really nasty wasp flying around it?" He gestured broadly to emphasise the `wasp', a not-so-subtle reference to his ex-boyfriend Gregory. As he placed his hands back down onto the back of the sofa to steady himself, his pinky finger came to rest slightly over Chris'.
Chris stared down at the hand for a moment but didn't move it. As he looked up, Mark was staring straight at him. His heart felt like it was ready to pound through his ribcage, growing even stronger as he moved his hand over to rest fully on Mark's. They stared at each other for several moments before Chris stated, "The wasp can fuck right off!"
They both leaned in until their lips met. They kissed for barely more than a few seconds, but by the time they parted, Mark's hand had turned over and his fingers were inter-linked with Chris'.
Slightly breathless, their faces still close together as they held hands, Chris asked in a low whisper, "Do you... want to be my flower?"
Mark chuckled a little and said, "That's so stupid!" As Chris stared at him nervously, he smiled back and said, "But... yes, if you wanna be my bee!"
"Buzz buzz," Chris giggled before they leaned in to kiss again, this time gently grasping at each other as they made out for a few moments.
As they parted, Chris was virtually bouncing with joy... which soon proved to be a mistake. Already precarious with the weight of two boys on the back, the sofa toppled over backwards, taking Mark and Chris with it. Landing safely but unexpectedly on the toppled sofa, both boys burst into laughter before kissing once again as they laid in the messy heap.
By the time Danny was released, he had lost count of the number of orgasms he had endured at the hands of the angry Year 13s. On the last one, he had been given absolutely no break afterwards, the high-speed milking simply continuing on after his by-then-dry orgasm. It had been a pain and terror he had scarcely imagined was possible without causing actual injury. In fact, he was quite amazed when he was released and found barely a physical sign of the ordeal aside from a little redness on his embattled cock.
He had been made to dress quickly and leave, his legs feeling like jelly as he put his clothes back on. He had managed to avoid anyone looking at him suspiciously on his way back up to the Home Building as he managed to get lost in the crowd of boys leaving the Strip Poker Night.
As he reached the secret exit up on the second floor (the exit on the first floor being bypassed due to the likelihood of Year 7 or 8 boys being in there) he glanced up the stairs to the third floor. He wished he could just go up and fall into Brian's arms, but with bedtime fast approaching he knew he would get in trouble with Mr Trent. It wasn't the end of the world, he could cuddle up to Chris instead.
He stopped in at the first-floor showers to clean off the sweat and remnants of spunk from his prolonged torture on The Milker. The warm water was pleasant as it soothed muscles that inexplicably ached despite laying mostly motionless for an hour. By the time he was back at the dorm, it was virtually time for lights-out as Mr Trent was working his way down the hallway towards them.
"Hey!" Chris said happily, running up to Danny as he came in.
Danny immediately grabbed Chris, hugging him tightly.
"Hey, you okay?" Chris asked softly as he pulled away.
Danny sighed. He wanted to tell Chris what had happened, but he knew he would blame himself for the punishment Danny had endured. "I'm good," he lied with a weak smile.
"Okay, good, cos... something kinda happened," Chris whispered, glancing back at the bunks. "Is it... okay if Mark takes your bed for tonight?"
"Oh!" Danny said, glancing over to see Mark already laying there. "Erm... yeah, yeah," he said with a nod. It didn't take much to figure out the `something' Chris was referring to. A tsunami of conflicting thoughts struck Danny hard, but he was too tired to try and unpick them. He managed to pull out one single feeling from amongst it – happiness. Chris looked so excited, moreso than Danny had seen since before he got black banded. "Have fun," he said quietly.
"Thanks," Chris said happily, then gave Danny another quick hug before running to join Mark.
Danny moved over and took Mark's vacant bed, giving a slightly worried-looking David on the next bunk over a nod to say he was okay.
Mr Trent came and went, bidding the boys good night as he finished his final checks. Wank time soon followed, though it seemed half the dorm wasn't really doing it, but those that were soon finished up and quiet settled across the dorm.
Danny had always shared a bed with Chris. It had always been just for the fact Chris hated sleeping alone, yet Danny found himself laying there feeling strangely isolated without him. He let his mind wander the dorm for options. Chris and Mark – obvious no, Mikey – likely to kill for being woken, Nicky – hates sharing beds, David – unpredictable mood lately. As he considered his last two options, one became strangely obvious.
He got out of bed quietly, moved round and climbed up. By the time he got up, Rob had already sat up to see who was coming up to his bunk.
"Danny?" Rob whispered curiously.
Danny climbed up, kneeling on the foot of the bed as Rob pulled his feet back to make room. "Can I sleep with you?" he asked timidly.
"Oh my god," Rob said, as loudly as he dared while still whispering, "I told you I'm fine!"
"I know," Danny whispered back. "But you're not fine really. You just don't wanna talk about what's wrong," he argued back. "And... right now... I'm the same, so can we... NOT talk about stuff together please?"
Rob instinctively wanted to ask what was wrong, but he knew that wasn't the point. Instead, he shuffled to one side and replied, "Sure, get in!"
The two boys happily cuddled up together, content in their shared solitude.
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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