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The Kingswood Eight - Chapter 21
Friday 5 February 2021
The Southern Counties Inter-school Partnership Scheme, or SCIPS as it was more commonly known, was a program founded several years ago intended to promote co-operation, interaction and competition between a small group of eight private schools located in the southern counties of England. While their calendar usually involved academic, sporting and creative activities throughout the year, the pandemic had brought the program screeching to a halt.
It had been just over a year since Kingswood, first to act amongst the schools in the scheme, had initiated its Pandemic Protocol and, as a result, was the only one of the eight schools to have managed the last year without closing or even experiencing a single case of COVID-19. It was this impeccable level of safety that had led them to be chosen to host the celebratory return event for SCIPS.
With the football and rugby tournaments forming the largest events of the SCIPS calendar, a sporting showcase weekend had been arranged, with rugby and football teams from the other seven schools invited to attend and take part in some friendly matches, prior to the formal tournament beginning after the upcoming half-term break.
The `Temporary Building', originally set up to provide pandemic isolation accommodation, was being used as accommodation for four of the visiting schools, while the remaining three were close enough to travel to and from Kingswood each day over the event weekend.
After breakfast, the dorm 1.05 boys had headed out to spectate as some of the visitors started to turn up. Alex had joined them, sticking close to Rob to support him as his nerves began to grow about his first proper match as Year 8 rugby captain.
"So which one's that?" Josh asked the older boy as they watched boys beginning to pile out of a coach over in the car park.
"That's Witherington Grammar School," Alex said, spotting the school crest right away. "They're from down in Cornwall."
"Ooh, they make them cute in Cornwall!" Chris grinned, watching the selection of football and rugby players pile out into the car park.
"Yeah, it's like someone ordered takeaway!" Nicky sniggered, casually draped around Chris.
"Some of us are happy with what we've already got, but whatever," Mikey grumbled to his boyfriends.
Nicky reached forward and mussed Mikey's ginger locks, getting his hand slapped away in response.
"Are they... nice?" Josh asked. "Are they... like a Kingswood kind of school?"
Alex thought for a moment. He didn't know all the other schools overly well, but he knew the basics at least. "I'd say they're, like, fifty percent Kingswood, fifty percent normal!" he sniggered. "But yeah, they always seemed pretty cool. To be fair, most of the others schools are pretty cool... except King Edwards!"
The younger boys all looked to Alex questioningly.
Alex shook his head. "The full name's `King Edward the Fourth Evan Hills School for Boys'... so you can see why we just call it King Edwards. They're..." he paused, thinking for a moment, then shrugged and went on, "There's no nice way to put it. They're cunts. The lot of them!"
"They can't ALL be bad!" David argued, shaking his head.
"Okay, there may be a few decent ones, but... well if Witherington's fifty percent Kingswood, they're zero percent! I think they actually expel anyone for not being completely straight. Even if they don't expel them, I guarantee they'd get the shit kicked outta them on a daily basis. May as well call it King Edwards School for Homophobes!"
"Fuck. Seriously?" Josh asked, looking appalled.
Alex nodded. "So they call Kingswood and most of the others `the fag schools', then just act like total cunts around us. AND they take sport, like... STUPIDLY seriously!"
Rob let out a distraught moan.
"What's up?" Alex asked, squeezing his boyfriend gently.
"Guess who we're due to play this afternoon!" Rob groaned.
"I get `em twice!" Josh chimed in. "Rugby this afternoon then football tomorrow." As the others looked at him and shrugged, "Oh well, maybe I'll just have to play rough and accidentally knock out some bullies. That'd be awful..."
"Violence is never the answer!" Mikey said sharply, then blushed a little as he said quietly, "Sorry, Danny taught me that!"
The mention of their friend suddenly brought the energy in the whole group down. While the imminent half-term break was a cause of excitement for most of the school, for the dorm 1.05 boys it was just another milestone in Danny's absence. He had missed almost a third of the year's first term and now half of the second and there was still no news about when... or if... he would be back.
Chris sensed the drop in mood and smiled broadly. "Josh, just channel your inner Danny. Just make friends with them and then have sex!"
Josh started laughing and the rest of them soon joined in, though the heaviness still weighed on each of them.
Mr Trent had drawn the short straw that morning, having been selected to stay behind at the Home Building while almost everyone else had gone over to the Sports Complex to either participate or spectate in the matches taking place. As he finished wandering round the second and third floors, he took one final stroll around his own floor, intending to take a break once he ended up back at his apartment.
As he neared his door, he glanced down the hallway at the only two dorms beyond it and figured he should check on them too. A quick look into 1.06 revealed it was empty, which made sense with all but one of its occupants being on either the football or rugby team. The final dorm was 1.05 which he quickly peeked into then walked away but stopped a moment later. He had not expected to see anyone and took him a moment to realise someone had been sat alone in the room.
Turning back, he knocked quietly on the open door and stepped inside.
"Oh, hi Mr Trent," James said, looking up from his tablet.
"Hi James," the man said, smiling as he realised the fortuitous moment he had stumbled upon. He had wanted to talk to the boy for a while now, but wanted it to seem casual. "Thought you'd be over at the Sports Complex cheering on the Kingswood teams!"
James shrugged. "They're just stupid games. Just because I have to miss a day of classes for them to run around after a ball, that doesn't mean I have to stop learning for the day!" he said, holding up his tablet.
"True," Mr Trent nodded, "But sometimes a break can be good for you."
"And that's what half-term is for!" James said sharply, then muttered, "But we have way too many of them. I say just make one term last all year!"
Mr Trent frowned. Dedication to schoolwork was the sort of thing you would expect a teacher to encourage, but in James' case it bordered a little on compulsive, which certainly flagged him as one to watch. "Well I thought you might at least want to cheer your friends on, or just enjoy the atmosphere over there. It can still be fun even if you're not really into the sport!"
"I'm fine on my own!" James insisted.
"Are you?" Mr Trent asked seriously, finally taking a seat on the sofa opposite James, who just shrugged at the question. "You just seem... to be on your own a lot lately. Is everything okay?"
James just stared back, looking somewhere between bursting into tears and shouting furiously, but neither actually happened and he just stayed silent. He really couldn't deny the man's point. Never the most sociable, he had at least always had David to spend time with, but lately he had pushed even his best friend away. David had been trying his best to stay around him, but James had just wanted to be left alone, or at least that was what he thought.
"James?" Mr Trent prompted him after a few moments.
James sat up straight and gently cleared his throat, any hint of the tears or anger just gone as he regained his composure. "Sir, I... don't think everything IS okay," he answered honestly. As the teacher nodded at him, he took a deep breath and said, "I can't work out what's wrong by myself, which is very frustrating, so I think I'd like some help and I'm not sure who's best to give it, but I thought you might!"
Mr Trent smiled and nodded. "Asking for help when you need it is a very brave and mature thing to do, James. Why don't you tell me a little more about what's going on and I'll think about how best to assist."
"Thank you, Sir," James said, nodding but expressionless.
"I'm gonna kick his arse!" Josh growled as he sat alongside the others. They were supposed to be watching a match, but Josh's gaze was fixed elsewhere.
"Geez, just leave it!" David said, shaking his head.
"But... he keeps staring... like some... homerprobe!" Josh growled, glancing over at the boy in the Kings Edwards football kit.
"Homophobe!" David corrected him, "And he's... just looking!"
"Yeah, but you heard Alex. It's a whole school of bullies. He probably deserves an arse-kicking a hundred times over!" Josh said, fists clenching.
"Mate, calm down!" Mikey insisted.
"And when Mikey thinks you need to calm down, you KNOW it's bad!" David added from the other side.
Josh glanced at Mikey, expecting some kind of insult back.
Mikey shrugged and said, "He's not wrong!"
"Shame he's probably a horrible person," David said, glancing over at the lone King Edwards boy. "He's kinda cute!"
"I know right!" Mikey sniggered, grinning at David.
"Stop liking guys I hate!" Josh pouted, folding his arms as he slumped back in his seat.
Rob let out a happy moan. "I shouldn't be here," he said as he nuzzled against the body at his side.
"Why? I thought you and Alex were open!" Luke exclaimed, giving a puzzled look to the younger boy as he lay with an arm around him.
Rob let his hand casually stroke Luke's stomach as he smiled. "I meant I should be watching the rugby match! Ya know, scoping out the opposition or learning or whatever!" he said, then frowned a little as he added, "And we ARE open!"
"Oh, okay!" Luke nodded. "So... erm... why the secret meeting then?"
Rob looked at the older boy guiltily. "Well... you guys and Alex... erm... well you only just made up and... became mates. I didn't want Alex to think anything was going on and mess that up!"
"Hmmm," Luke hummed suspiciously. "If you say so!" he said, clearly unconvinced. "So does this mean you're gonna leave?"
Rob turned to look over at the door, pursed his lips and looked back to Luke, shaking his head.
"Good, there's something I needed to do!" Luke said seriously. As Rob looked at him curiously, he leaned in and they kissed, both boys relaxing into each other for several moments.
"Wait, didn't you already do that?" Rob asked with a giggle as he pulled back.
"Oh, I think you're right!" Luke nodded. "I'd best take it back!" He leaned in and they kissed again.
"Hmmm, you're so good at that!" Rob hummed dreamily as they parted again.
Luke gave Rob a quick peck on the lips, then raised a hand to run through his hair, then down his cheek gently. "Is that all I'm good at?" he asked softly.
Rob looked thoughtful for a moment and said, "I... don't quite remember. Maybe you should show me what else you can do... ya know, to refresh my memory!"
"I think I'd need you to be naked for me to really show you!" Luke nodded seriously.
"Erm..." Rob hummed, looking down at his naked body.
"Oh, that's lucky!" Luke grinned. "Oh, wait a minute..." he said, then looked down and let out a dramatic gasp. "I'm naked too. This is... dreadful! What ever will we do?"
"You're such an idiot," Rob giggled, staring into the older boy's eyes as he shook his head.
"Aww, you say the sweetest things," Luke smirked, but before Rob could reply he leaned down and bit the younger boy's nipple. Not enough to really hurt, just enough to pinch a little.
Rob let out a moan of pleasured pain and mumbled, "I thought you said you were gonna leave them alone!"
"My actual words were, `I'll keep my hands off!' I never said anything about my mouth!" Luke sniggered, letting his tongue slide across the sensitive nub.
Rob let out a long moan. "They're never gonna stop aching if you don't leave them alone!" he complained.
Luke gave another playful lick then lifted his head and asked, "Do you actually WANT them to stop aching?"
"That's not the point!" Rob scowled. "Just wearing my shirt during school is like torture. The slightest rub and they throb and then... something else does too!"
"So I can see!" Luke said, glancing down at the boy's erection. He looked Rob in the eye again and asked playfully, "Would Sir care for a blow job?"
Rob sniggered but shook his head. "Good of you to offer, but I'm kinda thinking I want your mouth up here!"
"Works for me!" Luke said cheerfully. He cuddled up against the younger boy, one arm wrapped around him, the other stroking his stomach and slowly working its way down as their lips met once more.
Rob moaned happily into Luke's mouth as he felt the hand gently stroking his dick. He reached across to return the gesture, the two contentedly kissing as they casually masturbated each other. They continued, completely lost in each other for several minutes.
As Rob felt himself cum, it wasn't a toe-curling, profanity-screaming orgasm, it was... gentle. As calm and relaxed as the ongoing kiss. He spurted out his load and felt Luke's spunk added to it moments later, the older boy seemingly feeling the same serene release. With their cocks spent, they didn't break the embrace. Instead, they just casually let their hands interlock as they continued.
With the morning's matches over, and Rob back from wherever he had vanished of to, the boys had headed for lunch. "Hey," Mikey whispered, nudging Josh's elbow with his own as he sat down. "Your stalker's back!"
David let out a sigh. "Why?" he whined as Josh looked round the Dining Hall to see the same boy from back at the match looking over at him. "Why did you have to tell him? He only just stopped ranting about him!"
"Oh my god," Josh said, turning back to the others. "You can't even say I'm imagining things now! He is CLEARLY eyeing us up. Probably thinks we're easy targets cos we're scrawny!"
"Hey, I'm not..." Mikey went to argue back, but glanced down and growled, shoving a handful of crisps into his mouth as he gave a muffled, "Whatever!"
"Wait, who's stalking who?" Rob asked, confused.
Josh rolled his eyes. "You'd know if you could keep it in your pants long enough to actually do your job, captain!" Rob looked a little hurt, so Josh immediately said, "Sorry, that was meaner than I meant it to be. But yeah, if you'd been there earlier... that guys over there... he was just staring at us then too. I definitely reckon he's a comaphone!"
Rob looked to David, confused.
"He means homophobe!" David explained quietly, getting a snigger from Rob.
"That's what I said!" Josh pouted. "He's one of them. I reckon he's just scoping us out and then in the middle of the night him and the rest of his hoperfoes..."
"Homophobes!" David interjected.
"Ugh!" Josh huffed. "Fine, be picky, but don't come crying to me when they've kidnapped you from your bed and beaten you for being gay!"
"Who says I'm gay?" David asked with a shrug.
Josh went to reply, but paused, staring round at the others. Their expression matched his own. It was an exceedingly good point. While half the dorm were in relationships with boys, and just about all of them played around with other guys, the only person in the dorm who had ever really gone as far as to actually declare their sexuality was Nicky, who had gone as far as coming out to his family too.
"Well... okay then," Josh said, nodding thoughtfully. "But they might think you ARE gay and kidnap you and murder you in your sleep. Don't come crying to me if you wake up dead because of Starey McSpyboy over there!"
"How could I..." David started, but the slight headshake he got from Rob told him the logic wasn't worth questioning. Instead, he just moved the conversation on, with Josh occasionally glaring round at the visiting boy.
When they finished lunch and headed out, they wandered out of the Dining Hall and left the Home Building, heading towards the Sports Complex ready for the Year 8 rugby match against King Edwards. As soon as they got out the door, Josh stepped aside, watching as the others walked on ahead. Staring intently at the door, the moment he spotted the King Edwards boy emerge, he grabbed him and pulled him aside, moving away from the door.
"Why are you following me? And why d'you keep staring? Are you planning something? Are you and your mates planning a murder? Or just a lot of hitting? Come on? Let's hear it?" Josh demanded furiously. It was a bold move. Although the visitor appeared to be a Year 8 too, he was certainly on the bigger built end of the scale, easily beating Josh on both weight and height by a significant margin.
"Wow!" the other boy said, slightly shocked. "You are ALL kinds of extra, aren't you!"
"I... don't even know what that means!" Josh admitted, though he was fairly sure it wasn't the kind of hatefulness he had expected from a King Edwards boy.
"Never mind," the boy said, then shook his head as he said, "But no, not planning any kind of murders! Scouts honour!" He raised his hand.
"Then... why are you following me?" Josh demanded.
"Well... the matches were over there," he said, pointing towards the Sports Complex. "Then lunch was in the Dining Hall," he pointed to the building he had just left. "Then this afternoon's matches are over there," he said, gesturing back to the Sports Complex. "I wasn't following you so much as... just going to the same place... like everyone is!"
"Oh!" Josh exclaimed, feeling a little foolish, until he remembered his final point and said, "Ha! That doesn't explain why you kept looking at us!"
The other boy's face suddenly dropped, reddening a little as he stuttered, "W... well... I... I heard... everyone here was... was... maybe... like, gay or whatever and... and I don't know any other..." he paused, eyes wide. "I mean, any gay people. I just... I was... I... erm..."
"Josh, everything okay?" Mikey called over, the others having finally noticed his absence sent him back to retrieve their stray.
"I have to go!" the boy said shakily at the interruption, then ran back into the Home Building.
"Making new friends?" Mikey asked with a smirk as he walked up the steps towards Josh.
"I... don't know!" Josh said, not entirely sure what had just happened. He wandered over to Mikey and followed along to join the others, glancing back at the Home Building.
Saturday 6 February 2021
Rob slowly stirred back to consciousness as he felt fingers gently stroking through his hair. He intended to remain `asleep' and enjoy the feeling a little longer, but the happy, contented sigh that slipped out gave him away.
"Morning!" a voice whispered to him.
Rob opened his eyes and saw pale brown eyes staring back at him, almost too close to actually focus on. Luke was at his side, their noses touching. Rob was torn between annoyance at being woken at what felt like the middle of the night and joy at seeing Luke's face staring back at him.
Luke suddenly pursed his lips and gave Rob a quick peck, followed by a huge grin.
"Stop that!" Rob grumbled.
Luke responded by pursing his lips and delivering two quick pecks onto Rob's.
"I said stop it!" Rob said, trying to fight his own smile.
Luke's response was a sudden barrage of quick, delicate kisses all over Rob's face, making him burst into uncontrollable giggles.
"Oh my god," Rob said, placing his hand on Luke's bare chest to hold him back. "You may be the most annoying guy I've ever met!"
"We fell asleep," Luke said, ignoring the playful insult.
"Yeah, I figured that out from the waking up thing!" Rob replied with a snigger.
"We should get back to our dorms before anyone misses us!" Luke said, propping his head up on one hand, the other gently stroking Rob's arm.
"D'ya think we've got time to..." Rob started, letting the hand that grasped at Luke's cock finish the question for him.
"Again?" Luke responded, eyebrows raised.
"Sorry," Rob said shyly. When they had met up after lights out the previous night, they had jerked each other off while making out, then after laying and chatting together for an hour, ended up with a long, slow 69.
"Oh, that wasn't a complaint!" Luke said, eyes flashing wildly.
"Great!" Rob grinned. "Just stay off of my..." His demand was cut off by a loud grunt as Luke reached over and pinched both of his nipples at once. Rob's eyes rolled back in his head as he writhed and moaned with the mix of pleasure and pain that was slowly becoming his new obsession. When Luke finally let go, he let his head loll to the side, staring groggily at the older boy and said, "You're such a bastard!"
"Aww, I guess I'll have to make it up to you!" Luke grinned, one hand reaching down the boy's cock as he leaned in for another kiss.
With the rugby matches completed the previous day, Saturday was football day, with a range of matches set up between the various schools. The Year 8 Kingswood team was one of the first up.
"Okay guys," Aaron Moore stated, sounding serious. The dorm 1.08 boy had been elected the Year 8 football captain at the start of the year and it was a role he took very seriously. "I get that their team looks tough..."
"Tough? They look like a freakin' army!" Kyle said, glancing to the far end of the field where the King Edwards Year 8 team were having their own pre-match huddle.
Kyle was not wrong. The team, like every team from the strict, militaristic school looked like a formidable force. It didn't help that they looked almost like actual military, with muscles beyond anything a thirteen-year-old should have and near-identical buzzcuts, the school having a severely strict policy on appearance.
Aaron scowled at his dormmate, annoyed at the interruption. "Yes, they LOOK tough, but we know this is a game of skill and we've got plenty of skill of our own," his eyes darted to Adrian Rivera briefly and went on, "Except in goal!"
"Hey!" Adrian whined.
"What?" Aaron exclaimed with a dismissive shrug. "You're definitely no Danny!"
Adrian looked genuinely hurt. As if it wasn't bad enough for him to have lost one of his best friends with Danny's prolonged absence, he had been put in Danny's position on the team and his skills were certainly far from the absent boy's when it came to goalkeeping.
"I mean, you barely saved a single shot in our match yesterday!" Aaron went on.
"Oy, chill your tits, mate!" Josh snapped. "It's a team game so nothing's all on one person. And I woulda thought a good captain'd know that being a cunt to your team ain't the way to build us up!"
Aaron scowled furiously at Josh, then Adrian and back to Josh. With a frustrated sigh, he shook his head, expression softening. "You're right!" he nodded. He looked to Adrian and said, "Sorry `bout that, it's just... guys, we gotta beat them. Kingswood and King Edwards are... well they're like Gryffindor and Slytherin!"
"Which one are we?" Kyle asked with a smirk, but it dropped as Aaron glared again.
"Just... do your best, okay?" Aaron said hopefully.
"Thanks for that," Adrian said quietly to Josh as most of the others ran off to get ready for the start of the match.
Josh slowly walked with Adrian towards the goal. He gave a shrug and said, "What can I say? I don't like bullies!"
Adrian gave him a smile and a quick fist bump before they parted ways, Josh heading for his position.
As Josh stared down the field, he spotted a familiar face in the opposing goal. It was the boy from yesterday. Ever since their brief, awkward encounter outside the Home Building, the apparent stalking had stopped. As he watched, wondering if he might get another stare, he saw the opposing captain approach him. Although he was too far away to hear, Josh could see he was saying something and with each word the boy in goal seemed to shrink into himself a little more, nodding quickly before the captain turned and walked away. Josh frowned, unhappy with what he saw but unsure what he could really do about it. He didn't have much time to think as the match was only moments from starting.
The match ended up being every bit as brutal as everyone had predicted. The King Edwards team clearly had their eyes set on a win and were going all-out to achieve it, but what the Kingswood team lacked in size they more than made up for in skill and speed. Whether through a desire to please their captain, or simply through their own pride and determination, the team managed to hold off the opposing army for the entire match, ending in a no-score draw. With time limited and the match only being a friendly, they didn't bother going into extra time or penalties, just settling with a draw as the final result.
Despite the lack of a win, spirits were high as the boys piled back into the locker room. With so many visiting teams, the `visitors' locker room had quickly overflowed and some areas of the home locker room had been partitioned off for use by other teams. While they were kept separate physically, sound easily travelled around the temporary partitions. As the Kingswood team stood listening to Aaron talking about how well they had done, Josh edged closer to the partition separating them from the King Edwards team.
"Fucking useless!" the captain growled, sounding like he was pacing back and forth. "Not a single fucking goal against that team of... scrawny streaks of piss!"
Josh felt his fists clench. He thought what Aaron had said was bad, but this was just horrible to hear.
"At least one person on the team did what they were fucking supposed to and saved a few goals!" the captain said sharply.
"The fag's good at throwing himself at balls, there's a shocker!" one of the other boys sniggered.
Josh felt sick. He wanted to march round and shout at them as he had to his own captain, but even his own disdain of bullies didn't make him stupid enough to think he could take on a small army of thugs.
"Josh!" Aaron snapped. "Are you even listening?"
Josh turned his attention back to his captain, gave a cheeky grin and said, "Yeah, you were talking about rugby, right?" It got a laugh from the others but a glare from Aaron. Josh quickly turned his attention back to the partition, but the `pep-talk' was apparently over and all he could hear was quiet chatter as the King Edwards team changed.
"Take a seat," Dr Arkwright said, gesturing to one of the two armchairs arranged at roughly ninety degrees from each other, a small coffee table separating them.
James sat down nervously. He had been for appointments with Dr Arkwright before, but they had always been in his surgery, the clean, clinical room with the examination table. The office they were in now adjoined the surgery and was a much more `comfortable' atmosphere, though James certainly didn't feel too comfortable right then.
"Water?" the doctor offered, gesturing to the jug and glasses on the coffee table. James shook his head. "Okay," he said, sitting back in his seat. "Just so you're aware, we're just here to talk and you're free to end this or take a break at any time. Everything you say to me remains confidential between us. The only exception would be if I felt you or anyone around you was at risk of harm, or certain criminal matters, though I sincerely doubt you're involved too heavily in terrorism!" Then man gave a gentle smile.
"Not that I know of," James said back, managing a small smile of his own.
"So Mr Trent tells me you've been having some issues lately. Why don't you talk me through it?" Dr Arkwright requested softly.
James frowned. "Didn't Mr Trent fill you in?" he asked, feeling it was a little wasteful to spend time repeating himself.
"He did," the doctor nodded, "But it's always best to hear these things directly from the source to avoid anything getting... lost in translation, so to speak!"
James thought for a moment then nodded. It made sense. "Well to put it simply, Sir, I've just been very angry lately... at everything. I just get annoyed at everyone and everything ALL the time."
"And this is a new development, is it?" Dr Arkwright asked, nodding.
James shrugged. "Mostly, yes," James said casually. "I've always found myself a little... frustrated by people spending their time doing the wrong things, but lately it's like everything I see anyone doing and everything they say to me is, like, a million times more annoying!"
"You get frustrated by people spending their time doing the wrong things," the doctor reflected, "Can you tell me a bit more about that?"
James gave another shrug. "It's not anything unique about Kingswood, everyone does it. Instead of focusing on learning and being the best they can be, they... mess around and... play stupid games and... do... sex things!"
"Mm-huh," the doctor hummed. "And why do you feel that stuff is wrong?"
"Well it..." James went to reply, but stopped, his brow furrowing slightly for a moment. "It just is, isn't it!" he insisted.
"Why do you think that?" Dr Arkwright asked, tilting his head slightly.
"Why does it matter?" James snapped angrily. "That's just what I think. I always have so it's got nothing to do with what's going on now! That hasn't changed!"
Dr Arkwright nodded gently. Not wanting to push too far on what seemed to be a very significant subject, he changed tack and asked, "So did anything happen recently? Anything that made you start feeling... more frustrated at people doing things wrong maybe?"
James felt a little embarrassed for having shouted at the man, though this was exactly why he was here, so it may have served a purpose. He was normally perfectly respectful to adults, but he was finding that harder and harder to keep doing. The new question hit him hard too. "I don't... know if they're related or if they're just... things that have happened around the same time... but I suppose a... a couple of things have... maybe... changed or... or... or happened, I suppose!" he mumbled shakily.
"If you're okay with talking about them, I'd like to hear more," Dr Arkwright encouraged.
James' cheeks, already reddened from his momentary outburst, turned a brighter shade of crimson as he looked back at the man.
"There's no need to be embarrassed, James. This is a safe space, remember," he encouraged gently.
James closed his eyes for a moment, not keen to share but so frustrated by not knowing what was wrong that he was willing to try and overcome it. "I guess one problem came when I... got unlocked."
Dr Arkwright nodded. "I do recall you not being overly pleased with it at first. Can you tell me why you see it as a problem?"
James shrugged. "Like I said, that sort of stuff is a waste of time that should be spent learning and being my best!"
"So does that mean you have... not engaged in activities of that nature?" Dr Arkwright asked, conscious the boy seemed cautious of language that was too direct.
"I tried not to," James said. When he looked at Dr Arkwright, expecting a comment he just got a silent nod. The silence was awkward so he went on, "But I did things anyway, so I did what I could to... resist!"
"Such as?" the doctor prompted, eyes narrowing slightly.
James frowned at the expression a little. "Mostly just... talking myself out of it or treating it like an experiment... at least at first. But then I... tried... other..." He paused, looking at the man whose eyebrows were raising slightly. "You know, don't you?" he asked accusingly.
Dr Arkwright nodded. "I have strict stock management processes and CCTV, James. So yes, I know when something goes missing!"
James felt sick. The doctor knew he had stolen the chastity device, though if he had seen it on CCTV, he had likely also seen him masturbating before putting it on. Embarrassment aside, James suddenly realised that was likely how David had learned about it too, all those months back, though now was not the time to think about that. "I'm sorry, Sir!"
Dr Arkwright shook his head. "James, you're not the first boy to pilfer equipment for personal use, though I do think you may be one of the first to have taken one for self-use!" he explained. "They are quite extreme measures, especially for someone who seems so careful about following the rules. Do you really feel that strongly about sexual activity?"
"Yes Sir," James answered, then frowned and said honestly, "But I don't know why!" He felt his jaw begin to quiver, barely holding back tears as he said, "I'm not normal, am I?"
"I don't use that word!" Dr Arkwright said, reaching to his side to grab a box of tissues, offering them to James who took one, though he didn't need it quite yet. "I do think we have some things you could benefit from talking about though."
"Would it... be okay if we carried on another day, Sir? I can feel myself getting angry again and I don't like it!" James explained.
"Of course, we'll take all of this at whatever pace works for you," the doctor said with a sincere smile. "So maybe we can have another appointment in a couple of days, but I'd like to give you some homework if that's okay!"
"I like homework!" James grinned.
Dr Arkwright chuckled, glad to see the boy could still manage a little humour. "I want you to try and take some time to maybe think about WHY you feel so strongly about spending time learning and especially about why you feel you've got to be the best ALL the time. Does that sound okay?" Dr Arkwright suggested softly.
James looked mildly uncomfortable at the thought of it, but nodded and said, "Yes Sir, I'll think about it!"
"I'm glad we have such a romantic boyfriend," Nicky said sarcastically, standing behind Mikey with his arms around him and chin resting on top of the shorter boy's head, both looking at Chris. "He brings us to such romantic places!"
"Shut up, this won't work if you're being all... you!" Chris hissed back. The three boys were all stood in one of the toilet cubicles in the Sports Complex. As they heard someone come in, Chris raised his fingers to his lips to tell the other two to stay quiet as the mystery person entered the cubicle next to them.
Chris waited a moment, then smiled as he heard the familiar slide and click of someone trying to activate one of the school's gloryholes. Almost bouncing for joy, Chris reached under the toilet paper dispenser, pressed the concealed button then slid it towards the door.
As Nicky and Mikey watched in total confusion, there was a click, then the panel dropped and a hole appeared. Within moments, an erect penis had poked its way through. Both boys stared at Chris, open-mouthed.
Grinning back at them, Chris gave a polite `after you' gesture which Mikey shrugged and accepted, dropping to his knees to suck on the anonymous cock.
"Oh my god!" Nicky mouthed to Chris silently.
"I know, right!" Chris mouthed back.
Eager to try out what was on offer too, Nicky nudged Mikey over and squatted down to join him, placing his lips on one side of the erection while Mikey took to the other.
"Fuck!" the guy on the other side grunted, clearly not expecting two mouths on the other side of the hole.
Seeing his boyfriends sucking on the rigid tool was certainly enough to get Chris going too and he pulled out his own dick, stroking it excitedly. As he stood playing with himself, he heard someone else come in and moments later, there was a slide, click and thud from the opposite side.
Mikey and Nicky both jumped at the sudden noise then stared once more in shocked delight at the second cock protruding into their space. Nicky looked at Mikey, then silently gestured to himself then the new arrival, followed by a quick point to Mikey then the first dick, giving silent instructions.
Chris just stood pleasuring himself as he watched Nicky shuffle over, both of the others now sucking a different cock. He had expected to be able to stroke himself to completion, but even as Nicky sucked on the impressively large penis on his side, he reached up and knocked Chris' hand away, replacing it with his own.
Glancing round without pulling the dick from his own mouth, Mikey reached up and grasped his fingers gently around Nicky's hand, the two of them stroking Chris together.
Letting out a pleasured gasp, Chris slapped his hands onto the cubicle walls either side of himself, holding himself up as he lost himself in the visual and physical stimulation of the scene playing out before him.
"Ugh!" Mikey suddenly grunted, spitting out some spunk as the cock he released spurted out the rest of its load.
It had barely finished shooting before it pulled back and the hole closed. Moments later there was the sound of an unlocking door then hurried footsteps right after as the owner of the mystery dick fled.
Free to focus now, Mikey took over jerking Chris off, giving it a few playful sucks as well, but able to get clear before receiving a mouthful this time. Within moments of Chris spurting his sizeable load, there was moaning from the other side of the cubicle and Nicky went motionless, sucking down the stranger's spunk.
As Mikey grabbed some tissue and wiped up the mess from the two loads he had triggered, the second cock disappeared and the panel closed up, prompting Nicky to do the same as Chris leaned down to close Mikey's side.
"Not yet!" Chris whispered as Mikey reached for the door lock. "You let the other guy get clear before you go out. Gloryhole manners and all that!"
Mikey nodded and a few moments later, with a nod from Chris, opened the door and stepped out, ready to talk to the other two about what they had just done.
"Wow, three of you. I was just expecting one faggot, not a whole swarm of ya!" an older boy in a King Edwards kit smirked at them.
Nicky let out a slight whimper, taking a step back as Chris just looked worried. Mikey smirked. "That's big talk for a guy who just let himself get recorded having his dick sucked by `faggots'! I suggest you run along and shut your fucking mouth before I decide to start showing your schoolmates!"
"You... I... you..." the older boy stuttered, looking terrified.
Mikey took a step forward, narrowed his eyes and said, "Run!"
The bully turned and sped out of the room so fast he may as well have left a person-shaped hole in the door.
"You recorded it?" Chris asked, completely at a loss.
"No!" Mikey said, turning and grinning broadly. "But that twat doesn't need to know that!"
"You wonderful little bastard!" Chris said, stepping forward to pull Mikey into an enthusiastic hug.
As they both looked round, they saw Nicky standing there, most of the way back into the cubicle, trembling and on the verge of tears.
"Hey, it's okay, he's gone!" Chris said, stepping closer. He reached out a hand and Nicky took it.
"Sorry," Nicky said softly, taking deep ragged breaths.
Mikey stepped forward and took his other hand.
"I just... I don't... I can't handle confrontation!" Nicky said, shaking his head.
"It's okay, I'll always look after you!" Mikey said sweetly, pulling Nicky into a hug.
Nicky happily wrapped himself around the smaller boy as Chris grabbed both of them, kissing each of them briefly before hugging them.
"So... gloryholes, huh?" Nicky eventually asked as he kept hold of his boyfriends. "Regular visitor, are you?"
"Nah, you two usually have all the holes I need," Chris sniggered.
Sunday 7 February 2021
It was the last day of the SCIPS celebration weekend and most of the formal activities were out of the way, half the schools already having left. The dorm 1.05 boys were sat enjoying a peaceful breakfast.
"Weren't you complaining about him doing EXACTLY what you're doing now?" David asked as he watched Josh staring across the Dining Hall to the group of King Edwards boys.
"I'm not stalking!" Josh insisted, his brow heavily furrowed. "I'm... just keeping an eye on him!"
"Ah, the mantra of stalkers everywhere!" David smirked.
"What's a mantra?" Josh asked curiously.
"Nothing, what's the mantra with you?" David asked in return, grinning to himself as Josh just looked confused. "Never mind. Just... go back to your stalking!"
"I told you..." Josh growled. "I'm just... worried about him. You remember what Alex said about what they do to gays at that place and... I think he's one of them... or, one of us... I dunno. I just..." he paused, looking genuinely upset. "I HATE seeing people get picked on!"
"Yeah, I get it," David nodded. After the things Josh had been through, it made perfect sense to him. "But if you think he's being bullied, why don't you, like, tell a teacher?"
"Because what if I'm wrong and he's not one of us and me telling a teacher just makes them think it more?" Josh said, looking heavily conflicted.
"So what's the plan? I mean... watching them's all well and good, but they're leaving after lunch!" David said. "I doubt you're gonna fix everything in one morning!"
Josh glanced round then pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to David.
David unfolded the paper and read what was written in his head, `If you need help or need to talk, here's my number!' David's head tilted sympathetically as he said, "Aww, that's... so sweet! How you gonna give it to him?"
"Like this!" Josh suddenly said, jumping to his feet and snatching the paper back as he saw the other boys getting up to leave. He hurried out of the Dining Hall, folding the paper back up, then as soon as he got into the hallway, span on his heel and started walking back into the Dining Hall. He timed it perfectly, so he came face-to-face with the group, intentionally bumping into the other boy. They exchanged a momentary eye contact as Josh called out, "Oh, sorry mate!" and subtly shoved the note into his hand.
"God, these fags'll throw themselves at anyone!" Josh heard one of the group sniggering as he walked away. It took all of his willpower not to just turn and punch him in the back of the head, but he had learned early in his time at the school that starting a fight in full view of the teachers never ended well.
"Nicely done!" David said, clapping gently as Josh returned to his seat.
"God, I just... HATE those guys so much!" Josh growled furiously through gritted teeth.
David shrugged. "I grew up with two dads! Trust me when I say I get it!" He glanced over at the door and said, "Now I guess you just wait and see if he messages!"
"I kinda hope he doesn't," Josh sighed. "I really hope I'm wrong about it!"
"Either way, you should be really proud of yourself!" David said cheerfully, grabbing Josh's hand supportively.
The school seemed strangely quiet once the last of the coaches pulled out, the SCIPS event finally coming to an end. All-in-all, it had been a resounding success. The football and rugby matches had been well-played and given the teams a taste of what was to come for the formal tournament, while the mingling of students from the various schools had started to form bonds that felt like they had been missing for far too long during the pandemic.
For the Year 7 and 8 students in particular it had been a significant couple of days. None of them had experienced visitors before and sharing a school that had felt very isolated so far suddenly made them realise they were really not alone. There were other boys, in other schools living their own entirely separate but not entirely different lives. It had broadened their perspective to wider world beyond Kingswood and there were already eager questions being asked about what other events would resume now SCIPS was back.
Having been so surrounded by people for most of the past three days, the boys of dorm 1.05 had retreated to the quiet solitude of their room, although it was strange to think of a roomful of seven boys as `solitude'. While the energy was low in the room, it was still positive, most of them simply tired out from a hectic weekend. Josh in particular, being the only boy on both the rugby and football teams, and Rob, who had been kept busy both with Luke and with his rugby captain responsibilities were both struggling to even stay awake as they lounged around with the others.
Josh let out a heavy yawn as he lay casually with his head on Chris' lap.
Rob immediately began to moan, "Don't do that, you'll start..." but he didn't finish the sentence, interrupted by his own yawn instead.
Chris sniggered at the two... before yawning himself. "Dammit that's annoying," he said, shaking his head as the yawn spread round the rest of the boys.
"I'm so tired," Rob moaned.
"You think you're tired now? Just wait til you start having forfeits for your wins!" Josh sniggered.
Suddenly the dozy group perked up, looking at Josh questioningly.
"You dick!" Rob grumbled.
Josh just shrugged as he sat up, playfully shuffling round to sit fully on Chris' lap. "So it turns out the rugby captains made an agreement that they would encourage' their teams to win by letting the teams play' with their captain for each tournament match we win!"
"You won two matches this weekend, didn't you?" Chris asked excitedly.
"We did," Rob nodded. "But thankfully it only counts for tournament matches. These were just friendlies."
Josh smirked and squirmed a little as he felt Chris' dick stiffening beneath him. "Let's hope this is a sign of things to come!" he giggled.
"Is it too late to join the rugby team?" David asked with a grin, getting a laugh from most of the others.
"Oh my god, he's such a horny little bitch lately!" Chris chuckled. As David blushed, Chris asked, "Hey, has he tried it on with anyone else recently?"
"Yup!" Rob nodded.
"Uh-huh!" Mikey added.
"He did!" Nicky joined in.
"What a slut!" James said bluntly.
"Woah, back up!" Josh snapped sharply. "Take that back!"
"What? He's been with half a dozen guys and he's not even unlocked yet. How is that NOT a slut?" James asked with a shrug.
"We don't use that word!" Chris said firmly.
James rolled his eyes. "What a surprise. The sluts don't like the word slut!"
Mikey, who was sat with Nicky's arm around him, felt it tighten as the tension rose.
"What's your problem?" Chris asked angrily, only holding back from going after him physically because of Josh on his lap.
"You!" James said back just as sharply. "All of you... just... being... all over each other ALL the time and just... wasting your potential for the sake of a... a few quick orgasms." He was beginning to get visibly irate, yet also a little distraught, like he couldn't even stop his own words. "You're just... just... doing things... and... and... having sex and... and..." As his words began to fail him, he began to shudder before slowly breaking down into tears.
The others had ready to lynch him at first for his insults and abuse, but the anger quickly gave way to sympathy as they realised something was wrong.
"I don't know what's wrong with me!" James squeaked before giving way to full-on sobbing.
The others were on him in moments, holding him as he cried.
"I'm sorry," James managed to whimper as he grasped on blindly to the boys wrapped around him.
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For my other stories, please see links below:
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/
The Kingswood Saga ------------------
Tales from Kingswood – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/tales-from-kingswood/
Half-Term at Kingswood – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/half-term-at-kingswood/
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