Date: Sat, 19 Mar 2005 16:05:09 -0500 From: Richard Subject: Naked School Teacher Chapter 13 This is an original work of fiction, though based upon some true locations and general circumstances. All of the characters exist only in my own fevered imagination and none of the sexual incidents actually happened. I'm happy to hear your thoughts about the story. My sincere thanks to those who have written me. Your encouragement is helpful in motivating me to write. Love you all. Richard: rwestgate@rogers.com Naked School Teacher Chapter 13 Classes on Friday seemed to fly by distressingly fast for David. He was dreading his first `swim club' with Minot and Dalrymple now part of the group. He did not teach any classes with Minot, but Dalrymple was in one of his classes that morning. The boy was irritatingly polite, going out of his way to be respectful and mannerly, but with the slight smile that no one else noticed. "Mr. Jones?" he called, "could you please help me with this, I can't seem to get it right." "Of course," responded David through slightly gritted teeth. He bent down over Dalrymple's desk at the back of the class to study the work. As he discussed the problem with the boy, Dalrymple's hand gently ran up the inside of David's leg, and stroked lightly under his crotch! David backed off to the side with a jerk, staring in horror at the innocent face of the blonde-haired boy. Dalrymple continued as if nothing at all had happened. "Mr. Jones, that's very helpful, but look at this," he pointed to the book in front of him, underlining something. David tried to peer at the words from a position ridiculously far away from Dalrymple. It was no good - he couldn't see it. As he stepped closer, the hand wrapped around behind his leg and again traveled up to his crotch. He decided to get this over with. He read Dalrymple's underlined words and began to explain as best he could with the distraction occurring in his pants. Dalrymple's hand reached up in front of his pants and pulled the zipper down. David breathed deeply as his cock began to swell. He tried to speak more quickly, but unfortunately his voice rose in pitch and one or two other students turned around in their seats. They could not see what Dalrymple was doing, since David's open jacket sort of hung out from his stooped body and concealed the front of his pants. Amazingly, Dalrymple was able to pull David's growing cock right out of his open pants and he began to stroke it right there in the class! "Dalrymple!" David exclaimed in a hoarse whisper, "stop that!" "But Mr. Jones, I need you to help me -- you help others in the class. It's not fair!" His voice rose slightly into a whine. Several more boys looked over their shoulders. "You boys," David called out, "turn around and just get on with your own-n-n-n work!" David gasped as his orgasm was approaching. His knees were going weak, and Dalrymple's hand kept up it's relentless action. David could feel himself becoming quite light-headed and suddenly the inevitable was upon him. He gasped loudly and barely suppressed a groan. He shot his semen all across Dalrymple's work book. "Oh dear, sir, you've made quite a mess of that!" said Dalrymple calmly. "Er, yes," said David weakly, struggling to control his breathing, "well I'm sorry about that, but do you understand the problem now?" "Um, I guess so. Mr. Jones?" "Yes Dalrymple?" David surreptitiously slid his cock inside his pants and closed the zip, standing up. "Perhaps you could give me some after hours tuition?" He smiled blandly up at David. "Oh, of course, yes anytime." "ANY time?" asked Dalrymple with a meaningful look in his eyes and his playful smile on his innocent angelic face. "Yes!" said David shortly, walking quickly to the front of the class. Minot caught David in the hallway before lunch. "MISTER Jones," his voice just a millimeter short of open insolence, "I missed you this morning! You haven't forgotten our arrangement have you?" "Minot!" David hissed, "I do not have an `arrangement' with you!" "You do, you do," he grinned down at David from his towering height, "you are to wake me in the mornings in the way that only you can." David made to walk away. Minot came up behind him, gripping his shoulders and breathing in his ear, "Don't make the mistake of brushing me off MISTER Jones. You have no idea what I can do to you!" Remembering his promise to stand up to these two, especially Minot, and still smarting and humiliated by how he had failed so miserably with Dalrymple earlier that morning, David turned on Minot in a rage. "Minot, get this straight!" several passing boys looked at them curiously. "Come over here," David indicated a door into the terraced gardens outside. They stood for a few minutes on the flowering terrace surrounded by the scent of honeysuckle and the sounds of bees. "Minot, there is no way on earth that I will be drawn into your sick fantasy. I am not going to let you fuck me ever again, and I am certainly not going to become your naked sex slave. You can get the idea right out of your head." "MISTER Jones, MISTER Jones," Minot grinned, his chalk-white teeth shining brilliantly in his face black as jet. David caught himself reflecting that he was quite good looking. Then, exasperated, told himself to stop! "Mister Jones, you are going to do exactly as I tell you." "Why? Why would I?" David was amazed at his gall. Minot smirked at him with supreme confidence, "Because, MISTER Jones, I have something on you." He reached into a pocket in his cargo pants and proffered David a slim DVD case. "What the hell is this?" "Take it home and look at it MISTER Jones. Then I'll see in the morning. Let's make it five-thirty. You remember the conditions." Minot walked off leaving David stunned and speechless. He looked at the unlabelled disc with a growing feeling of sick dread in his stomach. He felt almost desperate to know what was on it, but didn't dare fire the thing up at school. It would have to wait until he could get home. Trouble was that he was working late at the school tonight and then had the swimming lesson -- so it would be well after eleven before he got home. Damn! The afternoon passed in a blur, time seeming to catapult him forward at breakneck speed. He was on duty right after supper, which he ate at the staff table along with the boys and on-duty staff. He had an evening shift with one of the junior classes because their house-parents had their monthly weekend off. David supervised the boys while they played and finally got ready for bed. He supervised them in the shower and chatted with them, trying to keep his mind focused on what he was doing, not on what was coming. Eventually it was done, and he could leave. He went directly down to the swimming pool. Mac and the others were waiting for him. Of Minot and Dalrymple there was no sign. David unlocked, turned on the lights and they trooped in. "Oh, shit!" sighed David. "What?" asked Mac. "I forgot my swim trunks!" David cursed himself. He'd been so distracted today, and frankly so used to never having to wear them, that he'd completely forgotten that he was going to insist on swim trunks tonight because of Minot and Dalrymple. "I can go and get a spare pair," offered Tom. "It's okay, I'll just wear my underwear," said David, his heart sinking as he saw Minot and Dalrymple enter the building behind then. Minot turned and locked the door behind him. "Okay, boys, get changed and we'll do a warm-up," David called out, starting to strip down. He felt a little uncomfortable in just his white skimpy pouched briefs. Mac, Delroy and Tom stood by the pool in their Speedos waiting for Minot and Dalrymple. "Hey, what's this?" mocked Minot incredulously, "what's with the cover-ups? I thought this was bare-balls affair!" He grinned broadly at the four of them. "Oh, MISTER Jones, are you dressed up in MY honour? I'm very flattered, but you shouldn't have!" "Just get a move on!" snapped David irritably. It seemed neither of the two newcomers had brought their swim trunks either, and they both joined them at poolside wearing their white Y-fronts. Both crotches were bulging enticingly, and David couldn't help himself glancing down as they lined up with the others in front of him. Minot saw his gaze and smirked. Dalrymple had a sly grin on his face from the moment he entered and it remained there throughout. With a sigh, David got started. The lesson passed uneventfully enough, though clearly neither Minot nor Dalrymple had any need of swimming lessons -- at least not from someone such as David. If he had been a county-level coach maybe he could have helped them. But they were way above David's level and light-years ahead of the three other boys. Nevertheless they were obliging enough and did what David told them. But their lips bore those irritating superior smirks for the whole time. When the lesson was over, at the time that David and the three boys usually floated naked and touching each other in the water, there was an awkward moment as no-one knew quite what to do next. "How about a game of water polo?" suggested David, "we can split into two teams of three." So David and Minot captained each team, Darlymple and Delroy joined Minot while Tom and Mac joined David. The game was actually quite fun, David had to admit, and soon all of them were laughing as they launched themselves at one another mostly ignoring the ball, in what eventually became an excuse for grabbing one another. David began to realize what was happening when Dalrymple, leaping high out of the water, failing to catch the ball as David grabbed it from in front of him. As he sank back into the water, he grabbed David's crotch giving it a painful yank. "Ahh!" yelled David, dropping the ball. Dalrymple instantly retrieved it and in no time had scored a goal. And so it went. Both Minot and Dalrymple missed no opportunity to grab David's balls, or to yank at the waistband of his underwear -- underwear that had become mostly transparent anyway. The other boys, not to let the two newcomers get away with anything against David, returned the grab-ass behaviour and quite soon everyone in the pool was sporting an erection under their trunks or undies! The three with underwear soon developed rips in them and tattered bits of material hung down, exposing delectable hints of what was underneath them! These provided more things to grab onto, until there was so little left on that their genitals and their asses were mostly exposed. David watched the clock at the end of the pool room, and hoped that he could get them out before things deteriorated too far. The trouble was, of course, that he was getting mightily turned on by this event and as his erect cock finally burst from its decaying tatters, he really didn't care that he had been determined to keep this all under control and to resist being drawn into the game being played out by Minot and Dalrymple. "David," hissed Mac when he got close to David, "you better end this quick! Remember we're here to help you!" David nodded and called a halt to the game. As they all began to relax and calm down, floating around in the pool, more or less as they'd always done before the newcomers joined them, they began to form the human raft, holding onto one another. Minot and Dalrymple joined with them and seemed quite relaxed joining in the idle conversation. They all talked about the game and some of the more hilarious moves. Minot began to play with David's cock. David relaxed a little. Maybe this was going to be okay. Dalrymple's hand slid up from underneath David and began to fondle his ass, sliding his fingers into the crack and probe his hole. David moaned. "Mr. Jones?" said Tom tentatively, "I think it's time we got back to the dorm." "Ah, yes, right quite right boys, off you go now, see you all on Monday." David extricated himself from the situation and swam to the poolside. He pulled himself out onto the deck and stood, water streaming off him, his cock jutting from the few ridiculous remaining scraps of his underwear. They all got dressed. Well, all except David who couldn't find his clothes anywhere! Minot and Dalrymple blithely denied any knowledge of David's stolen clothes, "I think we -- BOYS -- have to go now, MISTER Jones," Dalrymple grinned. "David we can get you something to wear," suggested Mac anxiously. "No you can't," stated Minot matter-of-factly. His tone said, `you better not!' He herded them all out of the poolroom leaving David to make out the best he could. Not for the first time, David was leaving the school swimming pool virtually stark naked. He walked slowly home through the Jungle -- the overgrown rock gardens that were a Victorian banker's fantasy. As he walked, head down watching his heavy cock swing bouncing off each thigh in turn, he pondered his predicament anew. For all his good intentions, and for all the reinforcement and encouragement of the boys, his carnal lust continually got the better of him. When he got sexually aroused, he completely lost sight of his goal! Even though the contempt was plain on the faces of his two antagonists, he felt himself drawn into the spell they were weaving. Minot was a strapping handsome hunk David had to admit. And that Dalrymple! He was child-like and angelic. Both as sexy as hell! Oh shit, what was he going to do? The Jungle path he was on was quite dark, though a little moonlight shone between the trees and overgrown clumps of bamboo, so he could make out the path. He was walking slowly and quietly when he suddenly thought he could hear voices. Stopping he focused on the direction and very quietly made his way towards the sound. It sounded like very young voices and they were giggling! David reached the edge of a clearing and peered between the fronds of bamboo. There in the moonlight were two young boys frolicking, both completely naked! David was mesmerized. The were new first years -- and being out this late was going to get them into a lot of trouble if they got caught. Of course David realized he had caught them! But then, since he was also naked, he could hardly burst out of the bushes and confront them, could he? He watched as they ran around and wrestled each other to the soft grass, running their hands all over their bodies. They both had tiny little erections. David was enchanted. As he watched, he noticed a slight movement on the opposite side of the clearing. Someone else was watching! David peered into the darkness but could not make out who it was. Every so often there was a glint of something metallic. As he studied the shadows, he became certain that someone was there taking photos of the boys! Must have a really good low-light camera thought David, or maybe even an infra-red. Backing slowly deeper into the bushes, David backtracked on the path and worked his way around the clearing to see if he could get near enough to identify the stranger. He came up behind the person some ten yards away, and stopped behind a large Sycamore tree. He could now clearly see a bulky shape silhouetted against the brighter clearing where the naked boys were still frolicking. The shape was squat and bulky, not very tall. He was definitely holding some kind of camera up to his eyes. David waited to see what would happen. The boys soon tired and stopped their running around. There was a tender moment when they held each other in their arms and kissed on the lips. Then with a giggle, they were off into the Jungle and disappeared from sight. The dark shape packed away his camera and turned walking right by David in his hiding spot. As he passed, David almost gasped. Johnson! Horrible Hairy Johnson! Suddenly David knew who had taken the flash camera shot the time he and the boys were having their gymnastic sexual orgy in this same clearing last term! Johnson! David was willing to bet that Johnson was somehow responsible for the mysterious photos that had turned up in his mail over the summer. David and Mac had discovered and searched Johnson's secret hidden photo lab, but had not found those actual photos -- though he saw many others of boys from years ago at the school. David started to wonder what Johnson got out of all this photographing of boys. Was it just to get a turn on -- or was something more sinister going on? A million questions ran through David's mind as he now hurried to get home. When he got inside he realized that not only had his clothes disappeared, but with them was the bloody disk that Minot had given him. David walked into his living room and was startled to see a plain unlabelled DVD sitting on his coffee table! With trepidation he put it into the player and switched on the television. David's heart leapt into his throat as he saw a series of video clips showing the naked David Jones being mercilessly fucked by Minot and face-fucked by Dalrymple! The dorm must have been fitted with the same hidden camera system that he and Mac had discovered in one of the boys shower rooms. The second set of clips startled David even more. It was clearly taken from a vantage point low on Dalrymple's desk, and David's naked cock was being wanked by a hand, and shooting cum all over the desk and the work book there! As the scene ended, and David rose up from his position, putting his cock away, his face came into the camera view! There would be no denying it was him! Some clips of him and the boys in the swimming pool showed the four of them mutually masturbating one another while floating around naked in the pool. Finally there was a clip of David standing in the sand dunes at Camber on the day that started it all. He was standing, eyes closed, clearly in bliss while he jerked off with his cock only inches from the interested gaze of three boys. At the moment that he shot his load, the camera did an extreme close up and froze, so his purple slimy cock head filled the screen and some globs of white cum were suspended in mid-flight. Superimposed on this scene some words appeared. "5.30 in the morning, Mr. Jones." The implied threat was crystalline clear. After the rape incident in Mac's dorm, Minot had given David some orders and now it seemed he had the ammunition that would enable him to enforce them. He'd told David to arrive naked at the school each morning and to climb into bed beside him ready to be fucked. It was now almost midnight. David had no idea how to get out of this. He had disobeyed the first time, and got landed with Minot and Dalrymple in his swim class and of course they had something to do with losing all his clothes. Who knew what more could happen to him if he continued to resist? The threat of the DVD was obviously that it would get wider circulation if he didn't cooperate. Since Minot had given him the disk, and Minot was himself featured in the scene, someone else must have taken it. David thought back to the discovery of Johnson's secret lair and the pictures that had been taken all over the school by hidden cameras. Did this mean that Minot and Johnson were working together? Or was Minot also being blackmailed? David's head was spinning with the tumult of his thoughts, theories and counter theories. Was he going to show up at Minot's dorm at five-thirty? Did he dare take the chance of refusing? He wished he could talk to one of his team of helpers -- especially Reginald -- but it was now nearly one o'clock and everyone he could think of would be fast asleep. David heated some milk and put a shot of whisky into it to help him sleep and went to bed. He set the alarm for 5 a.m. The alarm shattered his confused and anxiety-ridden dreams after what felt like a mere five minutes. Groggily he sat out on the side of the bed before he could lay back and fall asleep again. It was Saturday, so no one would be around too early. He quickly left the house as he was, wearing only a pair of running shoes. He jogged through the Jungle, his cock flopping from side to side, and soon found himself in the semi-darkness peering across the school's front parking lot towards the turret entrance. Seeing nobody around he quickly made the dash and was soon climbing the circular staircase to the fourth floor dorms. As he thought about what he was getting into and the reason for this early morning naked visit to the school, his cock got the better of him and began to rise to the occasion. Would he never be able to control this? He crept along the corridor, cursing the old creaky floorboards. His cock was now rock hard and pulsing, his asshole was twitching with anticipation. He found against his better judgment, and completely in contradiction to everything he'd agreed to with Reginald and the three boys, that he wanted this to happen! Reaching the door to Minot's dorm, he pushed the door open just enough to enter. Gentle snoring sounds filled the room. The room was a little cool because of the two open windows. Minot's bed was on the far side of the room, close to Dalrymple's, but somewhat separated from the other four beds. He crept silently over, slipped off his shoes and slid into the bed beside Minot. He was suddenly conscious of the hidden camera that must be watching him, even though the room was quite dark. He wondered if the tape was rolling right now. Minot, fast asleep when David climbed into the bed was also naked and as David's naked body nestled next to his in the tiny bed, he began to stir. David turned over so his back was towards Minot and they could spoon together more comfortably without David hanging half out of the bed. David's cock was leaking profusely now and he was laying on some cold wet patches. As he backed in to Minot's body, he could feel his cock, already hard, pressing against his butt. Minot, still half asleep, put his hand on David's thigh and thrust his body forward, pushing his cock between David's legs. He sighed and began to rock a little. David felt himself being washed over with feelings of sensuality and a rising volcano of sex. The whole situation, the danger, the secret assignment to come here naked, to submit himself to this nineteen year-old man, his own addiction to sex and to being dominated; these things were combining with the powerful sexual stimulation he was now feeling to overwhelm him and take him away to some unknown place. David felt for the first time that he might be on the verge of losing his mind. Minot's hand reached around and caught the head of David's copiously leaking cock. The sensation made David gasp as bolts of electricity seemed to shoot from his over-sensitized cock to all parts of his body. He thrust his hips forward into Minot's large hand. But Minot was not doing David any favours, he was simply collecting enough of David's pre-cum to lubricate his own cock in preparation for penetrating David. The hand left David's cock and the cock between his legs withdrew. Seconds later, the now slick cock was pushing directly on David's hole. David relaxed and let it enter. It slid in smoothly and painlessly. David was amazed at how receptive his hole now was to such a large cock -- and how it had all happened in such a relatively short time. Minot began a slow lazy fuck, sending more stimulation and jolts of electricity through David. As he woke up, however, he became more urgent and soon he pulled David close to him and rolled him over onto his front, and began to really pound into David's ass. David entered some kind of alternate reality in which he felt his identity slipping away and he was floating in a universe where only his hole and Minot's cock could exist. His entire attention was focused on this connection between them. Minot came in a violent convulsion in which he slammed his cock down, pulling David's hips up and his cock swelled enormously, lengthening it and driving it ever deeper into David's guts, squirting and pumping gushers of cum. David could actually feel the convulsions in Minot cock and he could feel the steaming hot streams cum shooting high into his innards. When Minot stopped and collapsed onto David's back, David thought he had perhaps died and gone to heaven. He was in a floating state of blissful sensation, his ass full as it should be of a great cock. Yet even as he floated in satisfied lust, he could feel the cock shrinking within, and soon when Minot withdrew, he felt cold and empty. Minot rolled off him, and whispered in his ear, "Go wake up Dalrymple," and pushed him out of the bed. David crawled across the two-foot space between their beds and climbed in beside the sleeping Dalrymple. The boy was also naked and waiting for him. A similar process happened in this bed, and Dalrymple as he woke up pushed David onto his back and pushed his knees up in the air, and proceeded to fuck David with gusto. David couldn't help wishing he'd taken the two of them in the reverse order! With his hole stretched by Minot's cock, he could barely feel the long skinny cock of Dalrymple! However, the boy did not last very long and soon he thrust hard a couple of times and collapsed on David's stomach. David couldn't help cradling the boy's head as it lay on his chest. He wrapped his legs around his waist and just lay there for a few moments. Of course, in all of this David had not achieved his own orgasm, so he was still horny in a major way! His hard cock was trapped under Dalrymple's body. Every twitch and movement the boy made sent jolts of sensation through the hyper sensitive organ. When Dalrymple's breathing calmed down somewhat he roused himself and rolled off David and breathed, "Get out!" giving David a shove that sent him onto the floor. David crawled over to his shoes, looking around the dorm to see who was awake and seeing that everyone else still seemed undisturbed, he silently tiptoed into the corridor and into the turret stair well before putting his shoes back on. Once away from the building in the early dawn light, David decided he might as well take his morning run. So he veered off the path home and ran through the hop fields and the apple orchards of this little Kentish valley. There was a cool mist rising from the ground as the first light of dawn was turning the sky pale to the east. Leaves on the trees were beginning to turn and autumn was definitely in the air. "Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness," as Keats had written. David loved the fall; he loved the abundance of it all, the coming to fruition of all that sex that went on during the spring. It seemed to him at moments like this that the whole world was a huge sexpot, insatiable and profligate, and the fruits of its loins were now spilling everywhere! How like the turn his life was taking! The sexual ecstasy of the earlier part of the year was now giving way to its fruition: the delightful relationship with the boys; but also the unwanted interference of Minot, Dalrymple and possibly Johnson. These were relationships that were equally fruits of his actions. He could not escape the thought that this fruitful paradise through which he was jogging would soon fade away and die as winter took hold of the fields. What did that portend for his life? Was he looking towards his own demise -- maybe not literally his death, but the death of his present life with all the joy that he had found? Was his old life with Alice and his son now dead also? Next spring, of course, there would be a miraculous rebirth of all that seems so dead in the winter. Would he also experience such a resurrection? Would there be a happy outcome to all that seemed so ominous and frightening right now? David finished his run, stretched in his garden and then went indoors to shower. He was quite oblivious of the number of people he had passed on the trails, jogging or walking their dogs. Saturday afternoon. It was the day of the meeting in Tunbridge Wells. David drove into town, but the three boys took the bus so that they could not be observed going with David. Reginald also drove his own car. Hopefully no one would make any connection between them all. Reginald and his private detective friend were the first to arrive. A suite had been booked in the detective's name -- again to avoid any connection with the school co-conspirators. When David arrived, the detective held his finger up to his lips before David could say anything, and gestured him into the centre of the room. The three boys were there already, but it seemed Simon the newspaper reporter was late. The detective, a plumpish man in his late fifies was holding an electronic wand similar to those used at airport security. He indicated that David should hold his arms out and spread his legs. He ran the wand all around David's body. It did not beep, but a red light flashed. Reaching into David's jacket pocket, he pulled out a tiny black disk the size of a shirt button. After inspecting it carefully, he put it back into David's coat, and indicated that David should remove the coat. He continued with the wand and found another device somehow concealed in David's belt -- his pants had to come off. Finally there was something in his shoe, so they came off. David was now in a shirt, his underwear and sock. What a familiar scene this was turning into! The detective carefully folded the pants onto a hanger and hung the jacket over them. He did a final sweep of the wand all over David again to make sure, then he changed to a different device. With this one, he actually ran the small pad all over David in contact with him, and he moved more slowly. He smiled at David, indicating that silence was still required. A light glowed near David's collar and again at his waist. The shirt and the tee shirt were removed, and then the underwear had to be dropped. David was surprised that the socks were allowed to stay. David's clothes were folded up and the Detective left the sitting room and took everything into his bedroom, where he hung them up beside an open window. He returned and closed the door carefully. "Hello, David," he said genially when it was all done, "my name is Max, pleased to meet you." They shook hands. "Sorry about all that but, as you see we can't be too careful can we? Are you warm enough -- would you like to put something on?" "No, I'm fine, this seems to be my normal state these days! What did you find?" "You have been bugged with some regular kinds of devices, but also with some very sophisticated -- and expensive! -- devices that are hard to detect without very specialized equipment. The labels on your shirt, tee shirt and underwear all had them, so I expect that almost all of your clothes have been tampered with!" David was stunned by this news, no wonder the mysterious photographer was able to be wherever David was engaged in his sexual activities! "But why?" he asked in absolute amazement, "what's it all about?" The three boys were equally flabbergasted. "That," said Max portentously, is what we are all here to find out." There was a gentle knock at the door. Simon was let in. He looked sharply at David and opened his mouth, but shut it again as Max did the silence routine with him. No bugs were found, not surprisingly. "Now that's out of the way," said Reginald, "let's get down to business. David, are there any further developments?" "Yes, actually," said David settling comfortably in the sofa. Being the only naked person in the room didn't seem to faze him at all. He told them about the DVD that Minot had given him, of how he'd lost it and how it mysteriously appeared on his coffee table. To explain all that he'd had to describe the swim lesson and how he'd been forced to walk home naked. "And did you show up at Minot's dorm as instructed?" The boy's eyes bulged when David was forced to admit that indeed he had shown up, and he described the fucking he'd received from both Minot and Dalrymple. "David!" said Mac in horror. "Ahem!" Reginald coughed pointedly in Mac's direction. "Sorry Mr. Bennett, I meant, Mr. Jones!" "Well what's done is done," announced Reginald, "so let's not give Mr. Jones a hard time. Perhaps it was wise to go through with it for now. I think there is a good chance of blowing the lid off this thing if you challenge them before we know what's really going on." David smiled gratefully at him. He was feeling badly enough about the episode as it was. Mostly he was angry at himself for his seeming inability to rise above his cock. So to speak. "These boys seem to feel they have you over a barrel," commented Mac. "They think that you have everything to lose, and they have nothing to lose by going public. Otherwise Minot would not have allowed his face to be seen on the video." "It also seems that Johnson is definitely connected somehow at least with Minot. We can assume that only one person was photographing you at Camber Sands. So the still pictures you got in the mail and this video were taken by the same person. The stills could even be taken from the video." "Then there is the issue of the electronic bugs in just about all your clothes. I imagine your home is similarly compromised. We are going to have to be extremely devious with communications." Mac paused for a moment considering. "David you are going to have to live a lie for a few weeks!" David looked at him questioningly. "What I mean is, that everything you say while you are at home, at the school -- or for that matter, dressed -- is going to have to be extremely circumspect. Every word you utter will have to be reinforcing false or misleading information. The only time you can speak freely you must be totally naked and far away from your clothes. You cannot be indoors at home nor anywhere in the school premises!" David gulped. "Do you, erm, do you have ANY idea what could be going on?" asked David feeling desperately out of his depth. "Well, one thing is for damn sure, whatever it is, it's worth a LOT of money. These bugs don't come cheap, so somewhere, someone is making a lot of money off you, David m'boy!" "Doing what?" asked Tom, completely flummoxed. "Well, that's what we don't know. But given the things you've seen -- photos, videos, hidden cameras in boys shower rooms -- I think we can guess that the porn industry figures in this somehow. Perhaps the child porn industry, or at least the `teen porn' lot. I'm sure if we looked around the internet long enough, we'd find some of your boys, and you, David, doing your stuff for a paying audience." They all stared at him. "In fact," Mac paused looking suddenly surprised at his own line of reasoning, "in fact -- how much did you say you got from those fetish shows?" "Oh, it was more than fifteen thousand or so-" David stopped, his jaw dropping, "you don't mean -" "Why would they pay you that much if they were not earning much much more from your performance? From what I hear," Mac smiled as David blushed, "It was QUITE a performance. Performances," he corrected. "The thing is, we have to figure who is behind it all. If Johnson is involved, and it seems pretty conclusive that he is, and he's the one running around your Jungle at night with a camera, then he is definitely NOT the boss man. He may not even know the who the boss is!" "So how do we begin?" asked Mac in frustration. Reginald piped up, "We have found out quite a lot just by biding our time. Of course poor David does seem to be in a position of having to go along with these two perfectly horrible boys -- well in Minot's case, I use the term `boy' fairly broadly -- in order to forestall the whole thing blowing wide open -" "Hey! Wait a minute!" yelled Delroy suddenly. He had been very quiet the whole afternoon, and almost everyone had forgotten he was there. They all turned toward him. "If SOMEONE is making so much money off of Davi - of Mr. Jones - " he glanced warily at Reginald Bennett, who smiled slightly, "they are not going to blow the lid off, it's just a con to keep David in line!" "Well, done, young Delroy!" exclaimed Max. "Of course you're right! Why didn't I think of that?" "Hmm," said Reginald, "I've read a lot about the spy business in the second world war. One thing that struck me was that when the Allies had cracked the Nazi secret code, they deliberately avoided acting on anything so the Nazis wouldn't know the code was compromised." "You cunning old devil," smiled Max, "you are suggesting we should go along with their schemes pretending that David feels as trapped as they would like him to be, until we see more clearly into this thing?" "That is what I was thinking," said Reginald, "only - " he looked toward David, "what do you think David? You are the one who will be required to subjugate yourself to these two abusive sexual fiends!" David almost giggled, but managed to restrain himself and to put on an expression that he hoped would look to the others like pained-long-suffering-for-the-good-of-mankind. He was suddenly faced with immense relief that he was: a) NOT imminently going to be exposed to the public as a teen-molester, lose his job and go to jail; and b) able to continue to have some of the best sex of his life all as part of the plan to catch the bad guys. Not a bad outcome! "Oh, well I think I can continue for now," he said blithely, "now that I know they are bluffing. It was the fear factor that was killing me. The sex, degradation and abuse I can cope with." They all stared at him with some amazement. "What I mean is," David hastened to explain, "they haven't done anything too bad to me so far." "So far!" snorted Mac indignantly. "Yes," Mac is quite right, announced Reginald, "we must have some means of monitoring what's going on and a plan to rescue you if things get totally out of hand. After all, we think Minot is in on the scheme, but we don't know how under control he is or if he or Dalrymple might go off on their own plans without consulting their masters." "Or mistresses," added David, thinking of Julia. "Quite," said Reginald. "Um," said Simon, who had likewise been silent most of the time, they turned to him, "this is a potentially explosive story, you know. Depending on who is behind it, how widespread it is, how much money is involved, this could be the biggest child-porn story in history! And I don't mean just in this country -- I mean world wide!" "Wow!" breathed Tom, his eyes sparkling. "The tough thing is," continued Simon, "to find the right angle that will spare the boys here -- and any of the other victims -- and also avoid crucifying David. I'd have to say that Minot and Dalrymple are probably in the category of victims too," he looked almost apologetically at the group. Mac, who had been friends with Minot last term, grimaced and said, "Yeah, I guess you're right. Doesn't make what he's doing to David right though!" Reginald coughed politely, "No of course not. Ah, erm, however Minot is not the only one to plot to take advantage of a school master and to force him into compromising sexual situations, now is he?" He spoke gently and looked unblinkingly directly into Mac's eyes. Reginald's eyes were a piercing ice blue. Mac instantly proved that black people do blush! His face darkened and his eyes dropped and even some tears formed. "Right," he said huskily. David moved over beside him and put his arm around his shoulder, "It's okay," he whispered. Mac smiled crookedly. "I would think, Simon," continued Reginald, that you would also be concerned that this whole thing be kept as confidential as possible until the story can be broken. That means we have to be careful not to let some other newspaper scoop you?" Simon smiled, "Very good Mr. Bennett! Yes, I would hate one of those rags to get the story before we are ready! I want to break this story when we have got to the very top of whatever organization that's running this thing -- AND that is running similar rings in other schools. I can't imagine this is the only one, it's far too elaborate!" David and the boys all gasped at this thought. They had not dreamed any of this! "David, I'm thinking that we are casting you in the role of `our man on the inside,' what do you think?" David rose dramatically to his feet, his feet in white socks, stark naked, his meaty cock hanging down over his voluptuous testicles. He saluted with a serious look on his face and intoned, "It is a far, far better thing I do, than I have ever --" "Oh shut up, you idiot," Simon laughed, giving him a playful shove on the shoulder that send him backwards into an undignified tangle of naked legs and exposed bumhole onto the sofa. Everyone laughed uproariously. When the laughter died down a bit, Reginald said, "Okay, I think we should take a bit of a break for a few minutes, I have ordered some snacks that should be here in a few minutes," a knock sounded at the door. Everyone turned to look at Reginald Bennett as if he'd performed a magic trick. "Ah, right on time." Mac opened the door to a very cute young waiter who wheeled a trolley of food and drinks into the room. He fussed around arranging the food on the table, plugging in the coffee warmer and generally delaying his departure partly to ensure that someone had time to get his tip organized but mostly so he could steal occasional looks at the gorgeous naked guy sitting on the sofa. "Is everything satisfactory Sir?" he asked when he could delay no longer, seemingly addressing David's cock. "Oh, it all seems very nice," replied a startled David, glancing down at his cock as if to see whatever the waiter was looking at. He looked up into the waiter's eyes. The poor waiter suddenly seemed to realize what he was doing, and jerked his gaze up into David's. He blushed a truly dark and embarrassing crimson. He was so embarrassed that tears formed in his eyes and his throat dried up. He struggled to utter a word, "Ah, oh sir yes no, I mean ah good god thank you pleasure!" he closed his eyes and might have breathed, "oh shit!" but no one could be sure. "It's perfectly alright," the unflappable Reginald assured him, smiling genially, "here, take this for your trouble," and he pressed a five-pound note into the startled young man's hand. There was coffee and tea, some pop for the boys and some wine and beer. Small sandwiches and little bits of things on crackers, some cheeses and some fruit. All in all it was a very nice selection of snacks. They were all suddenly ravenous and made a sizeable hole in the table full of food. "David, can I ask you something?" asked Simon, sitting down on the sofa beside him with a plate of food in one hand and a glass of Bordeaux in the other. "Sure," said David around a mouthful of Double Gloucester and Ritz. He sipped his own wine. "How are you feeling about all this?" Simon waved his arm around the room seeming to indicate all the people in the room and, David inferred, all the plans. "Well, I suppose I'm relieved that I'm not on my own. There have been some very scary moments in the last few months, you know." "I can imagine. What I meant was, how do you feel about all the sex you are being forced into?" David stopped chewing and looked directly at Simon. It occurred to him all of a sudden that he was becoming a part of history. Maybe even History with a capital `H'! He considered his words carefully before replying. "Simon, I'm feeling that I almost have some kind of duty to be completely honest with you. If this thing is as big as you seem to think, then every conversation we have could become part of the record, right?" Simon nodded tensely, "Okay then, let me try to explain." David sipped his wine and swallowed. "I really only discovered sex this summer, just before the end of term. I'd never had sex with guys before, and I now realize that I'd never really had sex with women either!" Simon looked at him questioningly, "I thought you had a kid? Isn't that kinda difficult without having sex?" David laughed, "Yeah, I suppose so! But I'd never had SEX!" he emphasized the word. "I had an orgasm inside my wife, but I never got transported to the stars! I never saw fireworks! I couldn't say it was fantastic!" "And sex with these boys was fantastic?" asked Simon softly. "It was. I don't think it was just these boys, though. My wife hit the nail on the head. It is sex with other males. Any other males!" Simon looked at him over his glass, "ANY other males?" David looked at him. His cock stirred, and since he was naked there was no hiding his interest. They both looked down at David's cock at the same time, and then looked up into each other's eyes. They smiled. "Yes I see what you mean," said Simon dryly. "Oops," David grinned. "I must say you seem very relaxed about being naked with all these people around." "Believe me it is still relatively new, but it does seem to happen with remarkable frequency." "Tell me about that." As David and Simon chatted, the boys were excitedly exploring the suite, poking into the bedroom with it's huge screen television and the magnificent bathroom with it's large Jacuzzi. They had to be silent in the bedroom where David's clothes were hanging in the window busily broadcasting traffic noises back to -- whoever was listening. They shut the bathroom door and ran the Jacuzzi full of water, then stripped and got in together. Mac emptied some bubble stuff to make the water froth. The nozzles tickled their bodies in unexpected places. They were like little children in their delighted reactions. Mac had turned fifteen over the summer and the other two would be fifteen soon. They had all grown remarkably during that couple of months, and though neither of them noticed the fact in themselves or each other, it was dramatically obvious to everyone else. Tom had grown taller and skinnier. Mac was beefier and was looking more adult, even showing hair on his face now. Delroy was both taller and heavier. He looked as though he could be in the late teens. They each lay back in the bubbling cauldron with their legs intertwined. It was a curious fact that these three boys, although they had played some kinds of sexual or nudity games throughout their entire school lives with one another, and each one would have called the others close friends, they had never exactly thought of themselves as sex partners, and especially had not thought of themselves as `gay' until they got involved with David; or to put it more accurately, not until they had conspired to seduce David and compromise him in the way that they did. Now they when they played together it seemed to be more than just kids fooling around. They had feelings for one another. Their hands and feet were interacting and fingers were poking between toes. Hands were running up long lithe legs in the soapy water. Hands gently fondled scrotums hanging low and relaxed in the warm water. Moans and sighs rose amid the mountainous foam. Tentative and barely perceptible fingers touched the shafts of plump flaccid cocks. Blood flowed and shafts engorged with urgent juices. Purple mushroom heads flared with desire. Writhing sub marinated touches inflamed the passions of over-stimulated erectile tissues. White billowing flowers of water seeded with microscopic sperms with frantically thrashing tails propelling them towards an unattainable goal erupted amidst the foaming splashes of teenaged boys jerking each other to orgasm. They lay back spent and breathless. Tom, emotional and impulsive reached out to touch the faces of his friends said simply, "I love you guys." The other two, surprised at the sincerity in his voice and the adult sentiment he was obviously expressing, held his hands against their cheeks. "Yeah," said Delroy huskily, "I love you too, Tom." He leaned forward and kissed the skinny white kid on the lips. They had never kissed each other before. Mac watched the scene feeling his entire life's perspective changing around him. "Tom," he said. Tom looked at him. "I love you too." Mac reached out and took both their hands in his. "We three have to remember this time. Soon our lives are going to go in different directions. Who knows what we'll be doing. But I think we have to remember this as our moment. I love both of you." They huddled together, faces touching, their hands around one another's heads, the tears that began to stream down their faces mingled and dropped into the water bubbling around them. Was it just the sex? Or were they really feeling such genuine adult emotions? Who can say? In the other room where the four men were finishing their wine and the remaining food, Simon said, "Where are the boys?" "I heard the Jacuzzi water running," said Max. "Ah," said Simon. "I hope they are not making enough noise to alert the listener to the bugging devices," said Max with some concern. David jumped up and opened the bedroom door. "No," he said, they've closed the bathroom door and they are very quiet. I'm sure we can trust them." "Max?" David sat next to the detective, "those bugging devices threw me for a loop. But I just thought of something. We were all at my house last week discussing bringing you and Simon in and having this meeting in town. Do you suppose that those plans were overhead, and if so - then whoever it is knows all about us?" "I've been thinking about that," Max responded. "We may have to have some kind of a decoy plan to throw suspicion in the wrong direction. One plan for the eavesdroppers to hear, and the real one that we keep secret." "What an incredibly devious mind you have," laughed David. "It won't be easy to do though." "No, but let me think about it for a bit, then at our next meeting we'll figure something out." They returned to their discussion of strategy - the 'real' strategy. Simon had agreed to contact the Headmaster to discuss the idea of an article on the school and their methods. This was to be a general piece about specialized state boarding schools. It was in reality an idea that he had developing over the last couple of years, though it had no `hook' up until now. He had already done some interviews at a number of similar school around the country, so he would be able to refer the Headmaster to the Heads of those other schools. It would sound pretty legitimate while committing him to no particular publishing deadline. It would also give him an excuse to poke around the school talking to all kinds of people. One never knew what might transpire. "David," said Max, "I'm wondering if the fact that you have been targeted for this scheme -- what ever it is -- was just coincidental, or if it goes back to some previous event that might have identified you as a `mark'." "Oh," said David uncertainly, wondering what to say to that. "What I need to know David, and this may be a tad embarrassing," he looked down at David's naked body sitting on the sofa, "more embarrassing," he added. "Was there a time in your past when you engaged in sexual behaviour like this with other boys -- say when you were in high school or even junior school?" David frowned, "No, I don't think so. I was never really involved in sexual stuff with other kids. I did play naked games but that's about it." "Ah, `naked games', what did you do exactly?" "You know, Truth or Dare stuff. We'd have to drop our pants or run around the block with no clothes on, something like that." "How many kids involved?" "Oh, I don't know, maybe six of us at the most. Four boys, two girls." "Do you remember names?" "Yeah, I think so." David rhymed them off and Max duly wrote them down. Also addresses -- David recalled more or less where they lived at the time, though often not the exact address. When David asked why Max was collecting this information he said, "I need to do some scratching around to see if there are any possible links to the people who are involved with pulling your strings right now. It may be a long shot, but I can't help thinking that someone had marked you from the beginning -- even before you started at the school." "Well, there is that connection between Alice's father and Julia's fetish club," David reminded them all. "I'm sure Julia had something to do with ensuring I got the job so I'd be available and cooperative." "Yes, I haven't forgotten that, but the photographs and hidden cameras seems to be a whole other layer to this onion," he paused thinking, "however, I haven't ruled anything out yet." The three boys returned quietly shutting the bedroom door. Their hair was damp and they all looked clean and fresh, sporting slight contented smiles on their faces. "What'd we miss," asked Tom eagerly. "We solved the case, and the cops are on the way to make the arrests right now," David announced with a straight face. "Whaaat!" howled Tom, "ahhh man!" Mac punched him on the shoulder, "He's kidding you Tom!" "Speaking of the police," Max took up the cue, "we can't forget that at some point we are going to need them. We also need to record every incident and keep secure every piece of evidence. David, you should give me the DVD and the photos with the post-marked envelope. I'll keep them safe and off the premises so they cannot get `lost'. We have to remember that your only protection in this thing is that someone is blackmailing you. And we have to be able to prove it." They all nodded soberly, then he added, "David, do you have a lawyer?" "No!" David was startled. "Might be a good idea to get one. Just in case," he added seeing the look of concern in David's face. "I'll look into some local names, see if I can recommend someone." So the plan, if it could be called that, was set. David was to fall in with whatever outrageous demands Minot and Dalrymple made of him; Simon would show up at the school to continue his series on schools for special needs boys; Max would research not only David's childhood friends but also he would do criminal reference checks on every adult connected with the school -- starting with Johnson! The boys were to keep their eyes and ears open, their heads down, be a support to David and sound the alarm if he should need urgent rescue! Reginald Bennett, from his vantage point as the only adult inside the school who could wander around at will without raising any suspicions, would do what he did best -- be a non-entity that everyone would ignore and underestimate. But Reginald, David was starting to realize, was a very clever man and he was rapidly becoming the mastermind of the venture! The only flaw in the plan -- and it was a major one -- was that it left David with a reason to continue to be subjected to humiliation, domination and sexual abuse at the hands of the two bullying students. David found himself thinking that the `reason' was actually more like an `excuse' to indulge in a behaviour that he knew was destructive but that he was finding progressively harder to resist. In his mind it was becoming a race against time. Would they solve the puzzle, find the offenders -- and indeed uncover the nature of the offense (if there was in fact an offense) -- and bring them to justice, or at least close them down, before David found himself hopelessly lost in an addiction to sexual depravity? Mac was having much the same train of thought. He had begun to catch a glimpse of the fatal weakness in David's character. He felt too young and immature to know what he could possibly do about it. He had felt betrayed and abandoned when David behaved the way he did in the showers and the dorm after the soccer match. He couldn't understand why David didn't stand up for himself, or just walk away refusing to be drawn into Minot's mind games. On the other hand he kept returning to the fact the he had been the one who had started the whole chain of events that directly led to the seduction of David Jones! His emotions around David were becoming more and more complicated as guilt and self-recriminations piled themselves upon love and desire, with a healthy dose of disgust into the bargain. Who he was disgusted with he wasn't quite sure -- maybe it was David and maybe it was Spencer Macdonald! As he muddled his way through these conflicting thoughts and emotions, he came to one astounding conclusion: Somehow, it was up to him to solve this dilemma and to rescue David from his sexual predators and from his own weakness of character!