Date: Sat, 17 Jun 2017 12:23:33 +0100
From: Reickard Masters <succme@zoho.com>
Subject: Dura et Pulsans  II-1

Dura et Pulsans – Continuum II:1

Back in the dormitory following that first shower I had to admit to
experiencing a lot of pleasure in humiliating the four cuntets and also
Whitworth. Some may wonder why I was including Whitworth in with those four
who had been so mean towards me. The simple truth was that Whitworth was
the first to put me at greater risk by involving Adia before the four
cuntets had jerked off all over me and then forced me to walk back to the
dormitory with their cum still dripping off my face and hair. And Whitworth
had not yet had the guts to let everyone know where he stood. I had been
kind enough to keep their humiliation contained to just us from the
dorm. Surely none of them are going to talk about it to anyone else. Having
left those five to enjoy the dregs of warm water and the pressure of having
to try and get in and washed before the water was shut off, I was dried and
dressed before they got finished.

I was sitting on my bed feeling rather good when the other four, led by the
one who I was hoping would become my first friend in the school, came up to
me. They knew they had a few minutes before the other five would get back
and so could talk openly.

"Del," Daffyd Morgan began, "thank you for not putting us through that same
stuff. We know we deserved it, and we appreciate you not doing it to us."

"Yeah. We all do. Thanks," Trevor Wilson added with Ewan Powell and Ian
Maclean nodding their agreement behind Daffyd and Trevor.

"You four guys have already said you are going to stop being mean to me and
so far have proved that so I see no reason to make you suffer," I told them

"Well, like Daffyd said, we still deserved it because of the way we have
been towards you for so long," Ian said.

"Are you going to do more?" Ewan asked.

"I don't know. It will depend on how things go with them now," I told them.

"You haven't heard the last of this, Butterballs!" Flynn said harshly as he
entered the dorm ahead of the others who had been made to wait.

"Just remember: when you least expect it," I responded, giving them back
the warning they had given me just a few weeks ago when it all kicked off.

"And you others can stop gloating. You are not going to be able to protect
him all the time," Flynn added.

"Flynn, shut the fuck up! You're only making it worse for all of us,"
Whitworth said.

"You screwed up and ain't our leader anymore. So you shut the fuck up,"
Flynn retorted.

"And you aren't the leader either, so stop telling me what to do,"
Whitworth responded, giving Flynn a shove on the shoulder.

I feared that a physical fight was about to start. Hoping to prevent it, I
said, "I see that having some of your own treatment hasn't put you in the
best of moods. Well I've had four years of it. Think on that and what it is
going to be like now that the shoe is on the other foot."  I still hadn't
thought about whether I was going to make them suffer through any other
humiliation, but I did feel they could at least worry about it for a
while. I was most definitely not going to let them think they had got off
lightly. I intended to ensure that they went home for the half term break
just as worried as they might now be. This little interruption did put an
end to the confrontation between Flynn and Whitworth.

The day before we were due to leave for the half term break, Whitworth
still had not let anyone else know how he felt about me and which side he
was on. This rather surprised me; he had been the un-elected leader of our
dorm mainly through his ability to make quick decisions that were good for
most of those concerned. Yet on this one thing, where four had stood up to
be counted on one side and four had stayed on the side they had started
from, he had remained sitting on the fence. Perhaps he thought that was
what the cleft in his bum cheeks was intended for. Because of this
indecision I decided to include him with the other four again for a bit of
fun. I did not initially single those five out and merely told the rest of
the dorm as we were preparing to go for our showers to take their razors
with them.

"No fucking way are you going to make me shave!" Clive Winters declared.

"He can't do that," Andrew Lawson said nervously.

"Don't tell me that if you had thought of it you wouldn't have made me do
it," I said, increasing their nervousness. Then to remind them of where the
strength lay I added, as if an afterthought, "Amazing how much power there
is in one picture. And several make it even more powerful. No wonder they
say a picture paints a thousand words." They all pulled their shaving gear
out of their lockers and added it to their wash bags.

Once we were in the shower room and had stripped off I told the four
cuntets, "You know where to stand and what to do." Then I looked at
Whitworth. "You might as well join them. You can watch as I shower. I don't
mind." I went ahead and had my shower and made a bit of a show of using my
razor to clean my beard off. I still did not grow that much but did need to
shave two to three times a week. Once I was drying I looked over at the
five guys all with hard cocks helped to get that way by another and said,
"Right, you are not going to shave yourself, but you do need to get rid of
that bum fluff so pair up and do each other and then one of you can help
Whitworth get smooth too."

"No! Come on Delmar, you can't expect us to shave there," Martin MacDonald
said using my given name for the first time in as long as I could remember.

"So now it's Delmar. What happened to Butterballs?" I chided. "And where is
there?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" Andrew Flynn snapped back at me.

"MacDonald said I can't expect you to shave there. Where is there?" I said
in as condescending a voice as I could manage.

"Our balls!" Macdonald said, sounding surprised that I needed to ask.

"Come here, MacDonald," I ordered.  He meekly walked over to me. I reached
out and felt his pubes and gave them a little tug. "Hey Daff, does this
look like bum fluff to you?"

"I wouldn't call it that," Daffyd replied.

"Neither would I. But this I would," I said as rubbed my hand across
MacDonald's cheek and chin. "Now you guys pair up and shave each other's
faces. Be thankful that it is not your groins you are shaving," I said
derisively and turned to finish drying off and dressing.

When the other four realised just how easily I had strung them along they
began to laugh and pat me on the back. "That was neat," Trevor said as he
patted my back.

"Yeah, but I think you should have made them shave their balls. You are
right that if they had thought of it they would have forced you to," Ian
said.

"Well now that they have given me the idea I might just take them up on
that when we come back," I said. That silenced the grumbling that was
coming from the other side of the shower room and I noticed that already
the pairs had swapped and a shaved boy was now shaving his mate. I decided
to leave Whitworth to his fate and headed out of the shower room. Those
five had not even made it under the showers and I had showered, shaved and
dressed already. They were likely to get caught out with soap all over
their bodies when the water was turned off. When the five boys came back to
the dorm I noticed Whitworth's eyes were red and he had a couple of bits of
toilet paper stuck to his face to stop the bleeding where he had been
nicked by the razor. Obviously the other four had not been as careful with
him as they had been with each other.

"What? Didn't keep your head still enough, Whitworth?" Ewan asked.

"What's it got to do with you?" Whitworth shot back.

"Just an observation. Don't need to get all uppity about it," Ewan
returned. Whitworth just glared at him, and I must admit to feeling a few
pangs of sympathy for the guy. I knew only too well what he was feeling
now. From being the king of the castle he had suddenly dropped to the
bottom of the bunch. But they were only pangs. He knew full well what he
had been responsible for encouraging and doing and had done nothing to
change that even when he had the power to at least try and do something.

The next morning as we were lining up for breakfast before leaving to go
home for the half term Adia approached Daffyd and asked if he could borrow
the key to the hut. "I want to make a copy over the break so that I can use
it for taking some special pictures." He told us smiling, knowing that we
knew exactly what he meant. Daffyd didn't even blink and fished the key out
of his pocket and handed it over. "Thank you, I will bring it back after
the break," Adia said.

"You had the key in your pocket?" I observed.

"Yeah, well I didn't want one of those others getting hold of it and making
a copy," Daffyd said in a soft voice. "They are right that we can't protect
you all the time, and if they ever managed to get you alone I don't know
what they would do. With no access to the hut at least that is one place
they can't hide away. Knowing that Daffyd was right and knowing that they
might just throw caution to the wind and risk the photographs being put on
public display, I felt grateful towards Daffyd for his thoughtfulness.

Normally, like me, Daffyd would be taken to the station and put on a train
to get home but this time he told me his parents were picking him up from
the school and he didn't really know why. Isaid that he would probably find
out soon enough but then had to heft my trunk and head to the school bus
that would be taking me along with several other students to the station to
catch a train.

My train was one of the early ones, so I was the first member of our dorm
to leave the school. In the past this had come as a great relief to me and
it still was, but there was a tinge of something in my chest that made it a
bit different. As a parting shot, however, I said my good byes to Daffyd,
Ian, Ewan and Trevor, thanking each one for manning up and changing. Then I
turned to the other half of the dorm and said, "Cheers, chaps. Don't
forget, `when you least expect it'." And I was out the dormitory and on my
way home for a week of freedom before any of them could think of something
insulting enough to respond with.

Three hours later dad picked me up from the station and we began our
quarter of an hour journey to the house. Dad has never been very talkative,
so apart from the initial greeting and obligatory question of how school
had been and my equally non-informative answer we travelled the majority of
the journey in silence. Dad helped me inside with my trunk and then was out
the door, going back to the university to do some more work. Mum would be
out until late in the evening at least, tending the sick and dying, so I
did my usual thing on returning home from school. I unpacked my trunk and
took all the clothes I had in it and those I had worn to get home in and
put the lot in the washing machine and set it off. It had become a sort of
ritual with me over the years. I would unpack the trunk in my room and put
all the clothes into a bundle using a shirt to wrap around them. Then I
would carry that bundle down stairs to the scullery and stuff them in the
washing machine. I would then strip off and stuff those clothes in the
washing machine and start it up. From the scullery I would make a tour of
the house, stopping in every room to stroke my cock a bit to keep it hard,
so that I could say that I had had a hard on in every room of my
house. That included my parents' studies and their bedroom, ending up in
their énsuite bathroom where I would lie down on the floor and jerk
myself to an orgasm. I would then have a shower in their shower and dry
using one of their towels. Somehow this made sure that my cock was hard
again as I left their room to spend most of the day naked and mostly
hard. Usually I would cum at least two more times on that first day at
home, only getting dressed when it was close to the time I could expect one
of my parents to get home. A few times I had had to make a very quick dash
upstairs to get some clothes on when I heard them arriving back earlier
than I had expected.

That evening while I was still waiting for my parents to get home I phoned
my friend who lived in the same town. We had gone to the same junior school
together, but now that I was a boarder we were in different schools. He
lived several miles from me and so after a bit of chatting we arranged to
meet on the Monday of the holidays at the cinema.  We would both have to
catch a bus in, but as we were on different routes it was easier to meet
outside the cinema than anywhere else.

When my mum got home she asked me to help her with preparing the meal, and
we talked quite a bit about what had been happening in each of our
lives. At some point she asked, "Has something changed at school, Delmar?
You seem to have a different attitude towards things."

"Yeah. Well, a couple of the guys in the dorm now seem to want to be
friends rather than just users."  I had told my parents a tiny bit about
how the guys just used me to help them when they wanted it but weren't
really friendly otherwise, so telling her as much as I did was not going to
invoke an inquisition that might get the real truth out.

"Oh, that's nice. I hope it does work out. I know it has been quite tough
for you with the rest of the dorm not being very friendly. What has brought
about this change?" mum asked.

"I don't really know. Daffyd said he had suddenly realised how horrible he
had been towards me and felt really guilty and asked me if I would forgive
him," I told mum.

"Maybe he saw it happening to someone else or saw a film of something like
that which opened his eyes a bit," Mum suggested.

"Maybe. Anyway, it's quite nice to have someone to talk to, but I am just a
bit wary in case it is an elaborate hoax.  I will see how it is when I get
back next week,"

Both parents worked on Saturday but promised me that Sunday was a day to go
out and have lunch in a café and then a nice meal in a pub or restaurant
in the evening. This was pretty much what happened every half term
break. Two O'clock Sunday morning my precious sleep was jangled away from
me as the telephone rang. At that time in the morning it sounded incredibly
loud but it was quickly answered by one of my parents on the extension in
their bedroom. If I had been asleep the need would have lasted till much
later but now that I was awake the pressure in my bladder demanded my
attention and I walked through to the bathroom that I used when at home. I
heard mum telling whoever it was that had called that she would be there in
half an hour and I knew there was some serious emergency at the
hospital. They didn't call mum unless it was a life or death situation. I
knew I was in for a more tiring and boring day as it would most likely be
just me and dad. And sociology is the most boring of subjects there is and
pretty much the only thing dad can talk about. At least I had Monday to
look forward to.

I was right. Sunday was diabolical. I doubt dad and I said two hundred
words between us the whole day. We agreed to forgo the meal in a pub and
just get some takeaways on the way home. At least then I could find
something on the tele to occupy my mind.  When we got home there was
message from mum on the answer machine telling us that she would most
likely not be home for some time as the case was very serious. Mum never
talked about patients; they were all cases. I never did find out why.

Monday when I woke up I had the house to myself again as both parents were
at work. I don't think mum even came home. With serious cases she often
would just make use of a quiet room at the hospital to catch up on some
sleep. She kept changes of clothing there and used hospital uniform when on
the wards. I relieved my bladder in the bathroom and left the briefs I had
slept in in the wash box there and headed downstairs, once again naked, to
find some brunch. It was only when I got in the kitchen and saw the clock
above the sink that I realised I had read my watch wrong and needed to
really shift it if I was to meet Gavin in time. So my toast and coffee and
a bowl of mixed grain cereal gave way to a couple of cereal bars held in
the hand and chewed on as I mounted the steps and headed straight to my
room to choose some clothing to wear. I was going to have to make up for it
later; possibly some fast food with Gavin after the movie.  My shower was
almost as quick as the ones I had had to get in at school and I was
thankful that I had shaved before going out with dad the day before. As it
was I had to sprint the last thirty yards to catch the bus. Sitting on the
bus, I checked my watch and saw that I would be on time and would have to
wait a few minutes for Gavin to join me; his bus ran a bit later than mine.

I was standing outside the cinema doors when I heard my name called by a
voice that was familiar but not from my home town. The second time I heard
"Del?" called I turned to look at what I thought was my ears deceiving
me. Walking towards me, with a grin that practically split his face was
Daffyd Morgan. "Shit! It is you," he said as I turned to face him.

"Daff? What are ...?" for once I was caught unawares and unable to think
fast enough to put my question into words.

"Del, is this your hometown?" Daffyd asked.

"Yeah, but what are you doing here?" I answered.

"I live here too now. That's why my parents picked me up. While I was at
school they up and moved towns. They didn't tell me so that it would be a
surprise. Surprise? Shit I have had to unpack my whole room and I difn't
know what was in which box because they had movers come in and pack for
them. And I got into shit because the spare key for my bedroom seems to be
missing," Daffyd said.

"Del, hi," Gavin said as he arrived.

"Hi Gav. This is Daffyd. He's in my dorm at school and his folks have just
moved his ass into our patch," I said using terminology I never normally
used but tried it out to hopefully put both the guys at ease. But then I
noticed that Gavin was not looking the way I expected. He had dark shadows
under his eyes and his face was pale. "Is something wrong Gav?" I asked.

"Yeah! You know my little brother, he's had something go wrong inside his
head and they don't even know if he will live," Gavin told me and I noticed
the moisture of tears glistening in his eyes.

"Oh shit! I'm sorry. When did this happen?"  I pulled Gavin into a hug
which was something we had not really done before but something told me he
needed it.

"Saturday. My folks woke me up and told me that Mike was being rushed to
hospital. Dad came home on Sunday and said that it was bad and he was
getting some things ready to take back to mum at the hospital. He's in the
intensive care and they won't let me in to see him, only mum and dad,"
Gavin told us.

"Look, I don't know you but that has got to be hard to handle. Maybe you
need to be alone with Del," Daffyd said.

"No! don't go. We were going to see a film but maybe we should just go
somewhere and talk. Stay with us. Gav probably could do with someone else
to talk to," I said.  It might have been a bit selfish, but I wanted to at
least have the chance to arrange to meet up with Daffyd again during the
half term break. The only way to do that would be to swap telephone
numbers, and I couldn't do that straight away.

Gavin clearly was not in a position to cope with a film, so we headed off
to a little corner store and bought some cokes and crisps and then walked a
bit further to a small park which was called a `green'. We found a bench,
sat down on it, and began to talk.

Gavin said, "Mike got home from his friend's on Saturday afternoon and told
mum that he had a bit of a headache and was going to lie down until
supper. When the food was ready mum sent me to go and fetch him and he was
lying in his bed with his eyes shut and tears running down his face. I
talked to him and he just said `It hurts. It hurts bad.' I ran to the top
of the stairs and shouted for mum and they came running up and then dad
went out to buy some headache pills and Mike took those and went back to
sleep. I went to bed quite early and next thing mum was shaking me to tell
me that an ambulance was coming to take Mike to hospital as he was just
getting worse. Mum went with him in the ambulance and Dad and I went in the
car. When we got there they wouldn't let me through with mum and dad, so
dad phoned our neighbour and had him come and take me home. Do you know
what it is like to just sit there not knowing anything? The same neighbour
ran me back to the hospital yesterday and left me there. I eventually found
where my parents and Mike were, but they still wouldn't let me in and all
dad has said is that it is bad and the doctors can't say what is going to
happen. There's some woman doctor there who seems to be in charge, and when
she has talked with dad she seems to be nice and caring, but she was
shaking her head a lot and looking very sad."

"Does that woman doctor look like this?" I asked, getting my wallet out
where I had a picture of my parents with their names and telephone numbers
on the back. It was my parents' way of making sure I had some sort of
emergency contact on me should I ever get run over by a bus or
something. Although we had been friends for a long time, because of the
hours mum works, Gavin had never met her, and he had never stayed over at
my house.

"Yes, is she your mum?" Gavin asked.

I nodded. "She is a neurologist and I can promise you that she is doing her
best for Mike. She is good too."

"Your mum is a fucking neurologist. No wonder you're so brainy," Daffyd got
in.

"And his dad's a fucking top professor at the uni," Gavin told Daffyd. It
seemed that he was almost relieved to have the subject changed.

We chatted for a couple of minutes when Daffyd said something about the
dorm which caused Gavin to realise that Daffyd was one of the guys from my
dorm. "Hey, what's with this? You telling me that this guy is one of the
arseholes from your dorm who has been nothing but shit to you for years and
here you are seemingly friends? I don't understand."

"Things have changed a bit this term. It's a long story and I can't really
tell you anything just yet. I will try to explain it later," I said.

"Let's just say that something happened which made me realise just how much
of an arsehole I've been and now I'm trying to change things," Daffyd told
Gavin.

"Are you telling me that in all those years you never once looked at what
you were doing and thought about how Del might feel?" Gavin asked, and his
tone told both Daffyd and me that he was not accepting what we had told
him.

"I am totally ashamed to admit that I never thought of what Del was feeling
until a couple of weeks ago. I was so concerned about how I would look in
front of the others that I just went along with them and did my share of
the bullying. But these last two weeks have been kind of bitter-sweet. The
sweet has been seeing Del released from his suffering to some degree and
having a chance to take some revenge. The bitter has been how I feel about
myself and what I have done. I know I can never undo what I did, nor repay
Del for it. But I am going to do what I can to make sure he doesn't get
mistreated in the dorm ever again," Daffyd said.

"Listen, this is not the time for this. I have forgiven Daffyd because of
what he has done in these last two weeks. Some time we might give you
details, but right now I can't, and I think there is a more important thing
we need to try and sort out," I said.

"What do you mean?" Gavin asked.

"Let's go back to my place, and I will try and get hold of mum and see if
she can get them to let you see Mike," I said.

"And I'll get to see where you live. I wonder if it is close to my house,"
Daffyd said.

"But then I'll have to catch the bus back into town to get my own bus
home," Gavin said.

"Well, I had thought I might see if dad will be around in time and able to
give you a lift home or to the hospital," I told Gavin. "If not, I'll ride
with you and then come back by myself."

"Or maybe all three of us will ride together," Daffyd added.

We made our way to the main bus terminus and I headed straight for the
stand where my bus would leave from. "What route are you on?" Daffyd asked.

"We will catch a number forty-seven bus," I told him.

"Well fuck me over a barrel. That's the same bus I catch," Daffyd said. "I
get off at the second stop on Finksbury Road. Where do you get off?"

"The second stop on Finksbury Road," I said smiling.

"Okay, this is weird. Our house is number four Shetland Close. Is that near
you?" Daffyd asked.

"Almost in spitting distance. Turn left out of the close into Finksbury,
cross the road and then turn right into Kintyre close and we are at the end
of the cul-de-sac. Number seven," I told him.

"That is some bloody coincidence. How did you end up getting that house?"
Gavin asked.

"I'm not sure. I think the company got it for us. They wanted dad to move
here pretty fast," Daffyd said.

We paused our conversation as we boarded the bus and bought our
tickets. Like all teens we headed straight to the back of the bus and sat
down on the very back seat. As we travelled to my house Daffyd explained
that his father had been travelling to the factory from the head office for
several weeks and had discovered some very shady deals going on between the
factory management and some of the customers, costing the company thousands
of pounds a month. Once Daffyd's dad had got sufficient evidence the
dishonest managers had been arrested and his dad had been asked to take
over running the factory. The deal they offered included a house so that
the family could move quickly to help his dad to be able to devote his time
and effort to sorting out the factory rather than commuting.

Getting off at the second stop, we quickly walked the short way to my
house. I pointed out to Gavin the close that Daffyd's house was on as we
passed it. Once inside I led the other two to the kitchen and got out some
glasses and showed them where the juice was, inviting them to help
themselves while I tried to phone mum. Luck was with me and she was able to
take the call straight away. I explained to her why I was calling and being
able to name the patient let her know that I was not mistaken. Mum told me
that Mike's situation was very poor. If the treatment they were trying did
not work by the evening, they were going to have to operate, which would be
very risky. They were just waiting for the neurosurgeon to make his
assessment before making a final decision. Mum told me that she would need
to get permission from Gavin's parents first and to wait for her to call me
back.

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