Date: Fri, 25 Nov 2022 20:40:24 +0000
From: Matt Smith <matterotica@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: The Kingswood Eight - Chapter 35

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The Kingswood Eight - Chapter 35


Saturday 22 May 2021

The Year 8 football team had beaten their rivals and won the
tournament. The whole school was celebrating, not just because of the
victory over a King Edwards team, but also because the match had marked the
official end of the football tournament. Most of the boys were down in the
dining hall, eating a celebratory dinner ahead of the evening's usual SCIPS
party, but up on the first floor, the residents of dorm 1.05 stood
nervously outside their dorm while the staff was ransacking it.

"What are they looking for?" James asked, already having stated his fury at
the way the investigating teachers were likely to mess up his personal
storage system.

"Nothing," Nicky said quietly, then made sure everyone was looking his way
as he whispered, "None of us know ANYTHING about what they're looking for,
no matter what they ask!" His tone was as deadly serious as they had ever
seen from him in the two years they had known each other.

The only member of the dorm who was absent was Mikey, who had been taken
away by Mr Trent immediately after the football match had finished.

"Okay, all clear," Mr Fitzsimmons said as he stepped out into the
hallway. "You're free to go in!"

The boys hurried through the door, mentally preparing themselves for the
chaos and disarray. As they got inside, they were surprised to see the room
spotless. If anything, it was actually tidier than before it had all
started.

"Oh, I thought..." Chris started, frowning at the other teachers who were
filing out.

"This isn't some cheesy American cop drama. We don't just throw your stuff
everywhere," Mr Beecham explained, ruffing Chris' hair playfully. "We were
just searching, not trying to traumatise you!"

"Yeah, we do enough of that to ourselves," Danny said quietly with a wry
grin.

Chris frowned at the teacher, straightening out his hair. "Sir... what were
you searching for? Nobody's telling us anything and it's really pi..." he
caught himself, just short of using inappropriate language, smirking a
little as he corrected himself to, "Pi... culiar... that we don't know
what's happening!"

"Nice save," Mr Beecham smirked at Chris' narrow avoidance of swearing. He
ruffed Chris' hair again, mostly just to annoy him. He looked over to his
two colleagues with a questioning look and just got a shrug back. "Okay
lads, I suppose we'd have to question you eventually, so take a seat."

"Question us about what?" James demanded.

"If ya shut up and sit down, you'll probably find out," Josh said
bluntly. It got some chuckles form the others as they all headed to the far
end of the dorm and took a seat.

"So, it appears an allegation has been made," Mr Beecham started. "Against
Mikey."

"What kind of allegation?" James asked.

"Oh god, shut up!" Josh snapped, "You actually find out this shit slower by
interrupting all the time!"

"Josh, language!" Mr Fitzsimmons snapped.

"Sorry sir," Josh pouted, though he could see from all three teachers'
expressions that they had actually appreciated the sentiment of the
comment.

"Uh huh," Mr Beecham hummed, looking at Josh and James then back to the
whole group. "Someone has reported that Mikey was in possession
of... illegal recordings and may have, in fact, been selling them!"

The boys looked collectively surprised, though most were surprised that
someone had reported it, while Josh seemed to be the only one surprised to
find out what had `allegedly' been happening.

"First question. Is this something any of you know about?" Mr Beecham asked
bluntly.

"Sir," James quickly called out, getting a panicked look from some of the
others. James was known for three very particular traits – his excessive
love of study, his determination to follow the rules and his penchant for
stirring up arguments. The latter two, in this situation, was somewhat
alarming to the rest of the group whose automatic instinct was to protect
their friend. James paused a moment, sensing the reactions of the others
before he eventually went on, "I think it's safe to say that if ANY of us
knew about something so... terribly unacceptable, we would have reported it
right away!"

There was a collective sigh of relief from the others, which drew
suspicious looks from the teachers, who eyed the rest of the boys.

"Does that... go for all of you?" Mr Fitzsimmons asked.

"Yes sir!" "Of course, sir!" "Definitely!" "You know we don't misbehave!"
the boys chorused, just a little too emphatically.

There was a moment of silence, the teachers collectively deliberating what
to ask and whether to believe the unanimous response. Ultimately, it was
James who broke the silence by asking, "If you're asking us this, I'm
assuming that means you didn't find anything in your horribly invasive and
insensitive search of our personal belongings?"

The question received a collective smirk from the group, quickly replaced
by nervousness over how the adults would react.

"No. No we did not," Mr Beecham answered honestly. "And we're sorry we had
to do that, but these allegations, if they prove true, are not just a
school disciplinary matter, they would be a matter for the police!"

"Which is why if you DO know anything," Mr Fitzsimmons said, still looking
suspicious, "It would be better to tell us now!" He was met with stony
silence. The man sighed and said, "Okay then. Well, you should probably all
get to dinner before you miss it completely!"

"Where's Mikey?" Chris demanded.

"Right here," Mikey called out, walking in with Mr Trent right behind him.

"Anything?" Mr Trent asked the other teachers.

"Nope," Mr Beecham said, shaking his head. "Nothing in the dorm and the
boys don't know anything!"

Mr Trent breathed a sigh of relief. "Good," he said, smiling weakly.

"Good?" Danny asked, curiously.

The teacher nodded at Danny. "Yeah, unbelievably, we don't actually WANT
you guys to get in trouble. And I had a tough time believing any of you
could ever do something SO stupid!"

The tone of Mr Trent's final few words paired with his expression made it
clear he actually did believe they could be that stupid and that they were
inordinately lucky they had not been caught.

"Now, dinner time, then enjoy the party," Mr Trent said, looking round the
group. "Sorry if this has soured your evening a little, but well done for
the win, we're all very proud!"

"Thanks sir," Josh said happily.

A few moments later, the teachers had left, leaving the boys alone in
slightly stunned silence as the door closed.

"What the fuck just happened?" Danny asked, shaking his head.

"How did they not find anything?" Chris added.

"Who turned you in?" Rob asked curiously.

"Is that it? Is it over?" David asked, looking a little shaken.

Mikey grinned at Nicky. "How did you do it? You knew didn't you and you did
something. How did you manage to hide everything?" He looked to David. "Or
was it you?"

"It was Gregory that turned you in!" Josh called out before anyone else
could say anything. "He was pissed over the whole... ya know... punching
him in the face thing and he said if we didn't throw the match, he'd turn
you in but I kinda think he woulda turned you in anyway, just cos he's that
much of a cunt!"

"And you didn't tell me?" Mikey scowled angrily.

"No, I didn't!" Josh said back bluntly. "You either woulda been too
distracted to play, or you would have gone and kicked the shit out of him
again and we would've got disqualified again and you probably woulda got
expelled, so NO I didn't tell you!"

"He told me instead!" Nicky quickly jumped in, seeing Mikey beginning to
get annoyed at Josh. "Sort of. I kinda found out when he got a message
telling him what that douchebag was planning."

"So, it WAS you. How did you do it? I mean, they searched the school
network, including where we'd hidden the files and they didn't find
anything! And I know I had some stuff hidden in here too!" Mikey said,
looking curiously at Nicky.

All eyes fell to Nicky now. He turned to walk away, shaking his head,
feeling vindicated in his actions but frustrated to have been right at the
same time. He turned back to the others and explained, "I told you it was a
bad idea as soon as I found out! That's why I had David make some changes
to your system!"

"What... kind of changes?" Mikey asked, frowning at the apparent anger.

"A failsafe," Nicky explained. "Something where he could pretty much
destroy every file and every trace of them with one click if that was what
we needed!"

"Ohhh!" Josh said, nodding. "Parachute! I get it!" he added, now
understanding the cryptic message Nicky had made him pass to David – a
keyword to trigger it.

"Yeah," Nicky nodded, not bothering to explain it to the others. "So, while
David was doing that, I was destroying all your shit from in here before
they could come in and find it!"

"Wait," Mikey said, taking a step closer to Nicky, his brow heavily
furrowed. "You... you said... destroy. But you just meant... hide, right?"

For once, Nicky's anger was strong enough to override his fear of
confrontation and he stepped closer to Mikey. "No, I said destroy and I
meant destroy. It's gone. All of it!" he snapped.

"You... you... WHAT?!" Mikey yelled, his fists clenching. "I... I've been
working on that for a year! A year of my... my time... and effort and you
just... destroyed it!" He turned to glare at David and snarled, "And you
helped him do it?"

"Fuck's sake Mikey, get some fucking perspective!" Nicky yelled, the others
cowering away from the heated exchange. Even Chris wasn't prepared to get
caught between his two boyfriends. Nobody had seen Nicky like this
before... even Nicky himself. "If they had found even ONE bit of evidence,
you wouldn't just be expelled, you'd be FUCKING arrested!" Nicky took a
step back, shaken by his own aggression, panting slightly. He looked down
at his fists to find they were clenched tightly.

Mikey stepped away, shaking his head as he stared at the ground. "He... he
was right," he muttered to himself. "He was right..." He looked up at
Nicky. "You... you're a control freak. You... you can't even let me have my
own things...it's all... it's... it's always what YOU want!"

Nicky, already disturbed by his own reaction now looked positively winded
by Mikey's angry retort, especially as he looked to Chris, who accused him
of similar things when they had argued a few weeks before.

"Woah, Mikey, you're SO not being fair!" Danny said, standing up. "Nicky
saved your arse tonight, David too, the least you could do is stop being a
dick and show a bit of gratitude for the fact you're not in a fucking
police car right now!"

Mikey smiled at Danny, but it was not a kind smile. It was twisted
and... dark. "He was right about you too. All you do is... is try to make
me act the way YOU want me to. That's all you've ever done. You... you
bully me into it. You nag and you complain and if that doesn't work
you... you hurt me. You're just... a bully!"

"Hey, I get that you're angry, but..." Chris started before Mikey's furious
gaze turned to him.

"Oh, shut the fuck up, Chris. You're fine with what I say to Nicky... your
ACTUAL boyfriend, but anyone even looks at your precious little Danny and
you're jumping in. You care about him more than you've ever cared about me
or Nicky. "

"I think maybe we need to take a break and cool off!" Rob interjected.

Mikey started on Rob next. "What do you even..."

"Mikey!" Rob interrupted sharply, moving closer to him. He was only
slightly taller, but much broader and he made sure he held himself in a way
that showed it as he loomed closer to the angry teen. He continued, through
gritted teeth, "These guys may be willing to let you have your little
tantrum with them, that's their business, but you try coming for me and I
swear, I will pound you into the fucking ground. Now I said... we need to
take... a break! Understood?"

"I..." Mikey started, stepping slightly to the side, but Rob moved with
him, continuing to glare. "Fine, whatever!" Mikey snapped then turned and
walked away, slamming the door behind him.

"Rob, thanks..." Danny started, but he too was cut off by a stern stare.

"Don't!" Rob snapped. "I told you I didn't want drama this weekend, but I
guess that's out the window, but I swear, you lot are NOT dragging us into
it as well. Come on guys," he said, looking to Josh, David and James who
quickly followed him out the dorm. He looked back to the other three and
said, "Sort your shit out!"

After several moments of awkward silence, Chris shook his head and said,
"Well... that went well!"

"Don't," Nicky said, scowling.

"Controlling what I say now, are you?" Chris asked, his frustration aiming
at Nicky as the easiest target.

"Stop it!" Danny snapped, silencing the others who looked at him
curiously. He thought for a few moments. "Who's he been talking to?" he
asked thoughtfully. As Chris and Nicky both looked a little lost, Danny
elaborated. "Mikey... he kept saying `he was right'... he who? I know
Mikey's...a bit touchy sometimes, but this really... isn't him!"

The others just looked at each other blankly.

*****

Sunday 23 May 2021

Saturday night's party had been an even bigger success than usual, with the
football players letting off steam with their matches out of the way and
the rugby players psyching themselves up for their matches the following
day.

For the boys of dorm 1.05, it had somehow managed to remain a mostly
pleasant evening. Chris and Nicky had managed to at least remain amicable,
though there was an obvious distance between them. The lingering
awkwardness remained largely unnoticed as they spent much of the evening in
`couples corner' as it had been dubbed, along with Danny/Brian, Joseph/Ian
and Q-Ball/Clover as well as Brian's other two roommates and their
respective partners.

Rob had done his best to keep Josh, James and David away from the other
half of the dorm, mostly spending time with the rest of the Year 8 rugby
team, with David spouting more stats and statistics about the forthcoming
matches. Mikey had been spotted a few times, but mostly seemed to be
keeping to himself and staying out of the way.

Returning to the dorm after the party had been a mostly silent affair, each
of the boys keeping quiet and just getting to bed with minimal interaction
or eye contact with the rest of the dorm, which continued over to Sunday
morning as they headed off to breakfast in small groups.

The day's rugby finals had gotten underway with Year 11 Kingswood vs
Fothergill, the home team taking the win in a close and well-played
match. The second match of the day was Year 8 Crestwood vs King Edwards,
meaning Ian, Q-Ball and Clover were playing. Despite doing their best and
getting the loudest cheers ever from Danny and the rest of the Kingswood
Year 8s, the King Edwards team proved unstoppable and claimed a very clear
victory.

The third match of the morning pitted the Year 9 Kingswood team against
Crestwood and in what felt like a little consolation for the Year 8 loss
against King Edwards, the Fothergill team claimed victory.

As the final match of the morning concluded, Rob ran off to meet with the
other rugby captains. While Rob and Isaac's teams hadn't made it into the
finals, the other four had and with two of the matches out of the way, the
captains had arranged a quick huddle to talk strategy.

"Ah, sorry mate, good match though," Rob said to Elijah as he joined the
group, giving the Year 9 boy a consolatory hug for his team's loss. "But
nicely played, you guys!" he added, giving Kai a celebratory hug, which
looked identical to a consolatory hug.

"Just us guys to go," Travis, the Year 13 captain said, offering a fist
bump to Year 12 captain Liam.

"Hey, he's got it easy!" Rob said, nodding to Liam. "They're only facing
Moderna Academy. It's you guys that've got King Edwards!"

"And THAT is exactly the attitude that contributed to you getting knocked
out of round two!" Travis said, slightly more harshly than he intended, as
emphasised by the "Ooof!" he heard from a couple of the others. "Sorry," he
said gently to the youngest captain. "I just meant... you can't count out
the other schools. Just cos us and King Eddies got the most teams through,
that doesn't mean the others aren't good. If anything, beating them to the
final probably means they're even better!"

"Wow, no pressure!" Liam huffed.

"Sorry mate," Travis chuckled. "But you guys have got this. Your team's on
top fucking form!" he nodded confidently.

"Let's just hope no more of them try to resort to blackmail!" Rob muttered.

"What?" "Who?" "Blackmail?" the others asked back at once.

Rob sighed and shook his head. In amongst all the Mikey/Nicky/Chris/Danny
drama, most of the dorm seemed to have overlooked the underhanded tactics
of the Year 8 football captain, but having heard more from Josh the
previous night, about the things Gregory had said as well as what he had
tried to do, Rob had felt himself getting increasingly angry about it.

"Rob, who tried blackmailing?" Travis asked firmly.

Rob sighed again and then explained everything that had happened. As much
as he hated repeating the things that had been said to Josh, it was
actually quite heartening to see just how much the older boys were incensed
by it all.

"You reported him, right?" Liam asked.

Rob shook his head. "We can't prove any of it and it'd just look like we're
trying to get revenge now. There's no point. It didn't work anyway!"

"Yeah, but he was still a cunt to Josh," Elijah scowled. "And I'm no big
fan of Mikey," he added, thinking back to when the boy had leveraged a blow
job out of him the previous week, "But even he didn't deserve that! Trav,
we gotta do something!"

Travis nodded, taking it all in thoughtfully. There was a brief silence as
the other captains looked to him before he nodded and said, "You know
what... leave it with me. I've got this!"

*****

"You really shouldn't be in here," Blane said, shaking his head as Chris
cuddled up against him. They were sat on the sofa in Blane's room in the
Staff Building, where Chris had turned up unexpectedly a few minutes
earlier.

"I shouldn't do a lot of things, but I still do them," Chris chuckled,
though the accompanying smile quickly faded as he nuzzled his cheek against
his big brother's chest.

Blane smiled as he looked down at the boy. While their recent venture into
more `intimate' activities had brought about a whole new aspect to their
brotherhood, it had also resulted in the two just growing closer in
general. Chris had gone from almost resenting Blane being at the school (in
`his' space, as he put it) to almost relying on the support and affection
of his elder sibling. "I thought things were all sorted between you all
now!" he said curiously.

"They were... well, sort of. I mean, we weren't arguing or anything," Chris
explained. "But then last night... something... went down..."

"You mean busting Mikey's secret porn ring!" Blane exclaimed bluntly.

Chris pulled back, pursed his lips thoughtfully for a moment then
nodded. "You... erm... you heard about that then?"

"Yeah," Blane nodded. "Please tell me you didn't know about it!"

Chris' gaze wandered away as he remained silent.

"Ugh, Chris. Then at least tell me you didn't... take part!" Blane pleaded.

Chris continued to avoid eye contact, his lips pursing again.

"You little fucking idiot," Blane huffed.

"What? It was hot!" Chris argued. "Knowing I was... being seen like that!"
He blushed. His and Blane's relationship may have started taking a turn
into the world of sex, but that didn't mean it wasn't still a little
embarrassing to admit such things to his own brother.

"There are ways to get off that AREN'T massively illegal, you know!" Blane
admonished the boy.

Chris rested his hand on Blane's crotch and asked playfully, "Is THIS
illegal?"

"Yes! Very!" Blane said bluntly.

"So, are you saying..." Chris started, grasping onto Blane's dick a little,
"That I shouldn't..." he squeezed a little more, "Keep doing this?"

"M... maybe..." Blane stuttered.

"See!" Chris said, sitting up. "You're as bad as me. You totally think with
this!" he said, poking his brother's lengthening dick.

"Then I should probably set a good example and stop this before it starts!"
Blane said abruptly.

"Nooo," Chris whined.

"Then let's play a game," Blane said, eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Is that game called `have lots of sex', cos if it is, I'm in!" Chris said,
sitting up and bouncing eagerly in his seat.

"No, it's called `confession' and the rules are really simple. You stand in
front of me, and you confess something. The more entertaining I find it,
the more I let you do!" Blane explained. "Get started," he added, gesturing
to the spot right in front of him.

"That doesn't sound very fun," Chris pouted.

"You'll end up naked, embarrassed and probably cumming!" Blane sniggered.

"Or maybe it does!" Chris said, eyes widening gleefully as he jumped to his
feet. "So... what do I confess?" he asked awkwardly.

"That's up to you," Blane shrugged. "But if it's something really dull or
boring, don't expect much of a reward. If it's something juicy... well,
you'll soon catch on!"

Chris frowned, thinking carefully. "Erm... I guess... I kinda get turned on
by being told what to do!"

Blane chuckled. "Nice, but not much of a confession if it's something I
already know! Try again!"

Chris grinned as he thought of a good one. "I've done No Nut November!"

"Oh!" Blane grinned.

"Twice!" Chris added happily, though the smile faded a little as he thought
how the last one had ended.

Blane nodded thoughtfully as he looked the boy up and down. "That's hot,"
he said with a wry grin. "For that, you can take off your t-shirt and your
shorts!"

"Wait, so I confess, and I'm the one that has to undress?" Chris asked,
frowning.

"Chrissy," Blane said, sitting forward to take hold of either side of the
boy's shorts. "Do you think you'll have more fun with your clothes on... or
off?"

"Good point," Chris admitted, quickly yanking off his t-shirt. As he looked
at Blane, the young man slowly worked the shorts down, teasingly slowly. As
the waistband finally slid clear of Chris' boxer-clad erection, it sprung
up, pointing Blane in the face.

"Well let's hear your next one then," Blane said, pushing the shorts down
before letting his hands slide back up Chris' legs, feeling the slight fuzz
starting to develop around his shins give way to the smoothness of his
thighs.

Chris shuddered at the touch and blurted out, "We wanked on the front
steps!"

Blane laughed aloud, shaking his head. "Yeah, I'm gonna need more detail on
that one!" he said as he took hold of the waistband of Chris' underwear.

"Well, it was me, Danny, Nicky and Mikey," Chris started, gulping a little
as he felt the underwear pulled down slightly on one side. "We snuck out of
the dorm one night. Me and Danny were naked, Mikey was just in his undies!"
The other side slid down a little. "We snuck out onto the front steps of
the Home Building." Both sides slid down, revealing the small patch of hair
at the base of his cock. "And we all sat down together, jerking off." Down
further, revealing a few centimetres of shaft. "Mikey and Danny wanked each
other off, me and Nicky did each other!" The underwear finally slipped down
far enough to let his boner spring free, dropping down to his ankles. "It
was so fun!" he said, staring Blane in the eye.

Blane smiled, but as he looked down at Chris' erection, intending to give
it a playful stroke as a reward for the confession, he heard sniffing. He
looked back up and saw Chris had burst into tears.

"I hate how fucked up everything's got!" Chris whimpered.

"Ah, Chrissy, c'mere!" Blane said softly. He reached out and grabbed the
boy, pulling him onto his lap as he wrapped his arms around him. Chris sat
holding on tightly as he cried for a minute. "It'll all be okay," he
reassured the boy softly, a hand stroking up and down his bare back.

"I know, I just... hate it," Chris sighed. "And just so you know," he said,
venturing a weak smile, "Just cos I started crying doesn't mean you get out
of making me cum!"

Blane laughed at the boy, pulling him into another hug.

*****

The first rugby match of the afternoon was well underway, with Fothergill
facing off against King Edwards. Jazz was understandably engrossed, with
his elder classmates playing, with Rob and Josh equally engaged, being
bigger fans of the sport than most of the dorm.

Danny shook his head as he stared over at Joseph and Ian, who were kissing
yet again, and asked quietly, "How have they not passed out from lack of
oxygen yet?"

Q-Ball smirked and said, "Probably the same way you haven't drowned on cum
yet!"

Brian snorted with laughter, slapping the other boy on the back playfully
as he shook his head.

"Oh my god, I can see why you like this kid," Brian said to Clover, still
sniggering at the comment.

"I can't!" Danny pouted, just making Brian laugh even more.

"He does kinda have a point though," Clover said, shaking his head as he
looked over at his lip-locked friend. "You think we should check they're
not, like, stuck or something?"

"I don't know if they're stuck, but I reckon getting them apart would
likely require a crowbar or something," Brian said with a grin.

"I seem to remember you two being that bad when you first got together!"
Chris teased from the row behind.

"They're still that bad usually," James added. "When he doesn't have new
toys to play with, anyway!"

As Clover frowned at the comment, Q-Ball smiled and said, "Us! We're the
new toys!" Getting an understanding nod from his boyfriend, he looked back
to James and said, "We're not really new anymore. More like an old
favourite!"

"Who said you're my favourite?" Danny asked back with a mocking eyebrow
waggle.

"This place is fun," Clover said happily. "Almost makes me wish I'd applied
for the opening next year!"

"Oh!" Danny exclaimed suddenly. "I forgot about that. You mentioned that
yesterday but then..." he paused, blushing. They had all been mid-sex when
it was mentioned, so he just finished, "...something came up and I forgot!"
He blushed anyway, his deception painfully transparent. "What opening?" he
asked to distract himself from his embarrassment.

"Danny loves any opening!" Brian snorted.

"Ha. Nice!" Q-Ball guffawed, giving Brian a high-five.

"The open slot in next year's Year 9 group, cos of the guy who's leaving!"
Clover explained.

James and Chris suddenly shot each other a wide-eyed stare. It had been a
month since James had made the decision to accept the chance to skip ahead
a couple of Years, but so far Chris remained the only other boy who knew
about it. Chris immediately shook his head, silently conveying he hadn't
mentioned it to anyone, not even to Danny!

"Wait, who's leaving?" David asked, voicing the question most of the others
were thinking.

James and Chris both continued to look nervous, until Kyle looked back from
the row in front and said, "It's Timmy Robinson, from one-oh-six!
Apparently his family's moving to Switzerland, and he's got into a good
school over there!"

Chris and James both slumped, relieved that the secret wasn't out as they
had suspected.

"I heard his family's on the run from the KGB!" Kyle said with a grin.

"If they're going on the run, they'd hardly announce where they were
going," Adrian said, shaking his head. "AND announce it in advance!"

"Ah!" Kyle said, nodding knowingly. "They would if they were secretly going
to Mexico!"

"They..." Adrian started, but paused, thinking for a moment before he
scowled and shook his head. "Dammit. I hate when he has a point!"

The boys behind them laughed, even more-so as Danny added, "It's okay, it
doesn't happen often!" Kyle scowled at him, and he blew a kiss at the other
boy in return before saying thoughtfully, "Wow so... new boy in Year 9!
Exciting! Who's it gonna be?" He looked to Q-Ball and Clover.

"Nuh-uh," Clover said, shaking his head. "No way little Q-B's gonna be
leaving me. He's hooked on me!" he teased.

"Did you just nickname his nickname?" Danny asked, shaking his head.

As the others descended into talk about nicknames and speculating who might
get the vacancy, Chris leaned towards James and whispered, "That was too
close!" Getting a nod in return, he added, "I hadn't even thought about
someone taking your place! We're gonna get a new guy in the dorm. That's SO
freaking weird!"

"Shh!" James hissed, worried someone might overhear.

"You've gotta tell `em soon!" Chris insisted.

"I will!" James said, frowning heavily. "Just... when the time's right!"

"Sure, cos a literal conversation about people leaving couldn't possibly
the right time to talk about leaving!" Chris said sarcastically. It just
earned him a furious glare from James.

*****

Levi, known better as Mr Trent to the boys of Kingswood, relaxed back in
his seat waiting for Nicky to get comfortable. It had been a week now since
he had confronted the boy about his illicit use of the private bathroom in
his apartment. The conversation had led to the discovery of some apparent
emotional issues that really needed to be addressed.

At Nicky's request, the matter had not been referred to Dr Arkwright, the
school's physician. Instead, they had agreed they should just talk a bit
about some of the things driving Nicky's behaviours and neuroses. So far,
they had met three times and progress had been... moderate. Nicky was
willing to talk but remained an expert at skirting around the genuine
issues that, even as an amateur, Levi could see right beneath the surface.

"I'm surprised you wanted to meet today," Levi said once they were both
settled. "Thought you'd want to be over in the stands."

Nicky shrugged. "Not really feeling the team spirit today," he said
casually. "Besides, I figured nobody else'd be around and you wouldn't be
too busy to fit me in."

Levi smiled sincerely. "Nicky, I'm never too busy to fit you in. I've
promised we can talk as much as you need to and I meant it, okay?" He got a
nod from the boy. He thought for a moment and picked up on one of Nicky's
comments as he questioned, "Why are you not feeling the spirit today?"

Nicky frowned for a moment as he thought, `Well, both my boyfriends think
I'm a control freak and something I did that was meant to be helpful ended
up making a shitty situation even shittier!' He obviously didn't voice it
though. Instead, he offered a shrug and said, "Not something I really wanna
talk about!"

"Then what WOULD you like to talk about?" Levi asked, cocking his head
curiously.

Nicky just stared blankly, not really wanting to bring anything up. These
conversations were a way of avoiding a punishment for his actions, but that
didn't mean he had to put too much effort into them.

"Nothing?" Levi asked softly. When the boy shrugged at him again, he took a
breath and nodded as he said, "Then perhaps I can suggest something!"

Another shrug.

"It's something we've... gotten close to a few times already, but you
always seem to... resist going any further," Levi said, worried this may be
a push too far.

`Ugh, here we go,' Nicky thought. `Why are you so scared to shower with
everyone else? Just say it!' he shook his head as he prepared himself to
hear what he thought was coming.

"I wanted to talk about your brother!" Levi said, his tone calm but the
intention very direct.

Nicky visibly tensed as he mumbled, "M... Matthew?"

Levi smiled. "I'm guessing that's his name?" he enquired cautiously.

"It WAS," Nicky said, sharply correcting the tense. "What d'ya wanna know?
Let me guess. How he died. How I feel. What I did when he died. How much it
fucked me up!" he ranted angrily.

Levi shook his head gently. "If that's what you want to tell me, you can,"
he said calmly. "But I thought maybe you could just tell me about him. What
he was like as a person. Tell me about his life, not his passing. That sort
of thing."

"Oh!" Nicky said, a little taken aback. He wanted to spit more angry words
at the man, but the anger drained from him at the thought of his deceased
twin, replaced by the same all-consuming sadness that always came with the
memories. "He was..." Nicky started, unsure he was ready. He sighed,
shaking his head.

Levi remained silent, letting the boy take the time he needed.

Nicky took another deep breath and said, "He was really funny. Like, when
he was around, we were always laughing." He stopped again as he thought
about the boy he had known before going on, "And he was kind too, he always
put everyone else first... especially me."

"He sounds great," Levi said softly, smiling as he nodded gently.

"He was," Nicky nodded. He finally managed a slight, lop-sided smile. "I
mean, he was annoying as fuck half the time too," he said, frowning a
little. They had established early in their conversations that restrictions
on swearing got left at the door, along with the formality of calling Levi
`Mr Trent'. "Again... especially to me. He loved winding me up or pranking
me or just teasing me, but it all worked out cos I gave him just as much as
he dished out."

"Sounds like you were a right handful together," Levi chuckled.

"Ugh, we were. We used to drive mum and dad crazy. We used to love using
the whole identical thing to confuse people. Mum was the only one who could
ALWAYS tell us apart, no matter what we tried to pull! We could leave the
room switch clothes, make ourselves look EXACTLY like each other and she
could still just KNOW from a single glance," Nicky remembered, smiling a
little.

"So, you were identical twins. I... hadn't realised that," Levi said. "That
sounds like it was a lot of fun!"

"I guess," Nicky said, the smile dropping away. They sat in silence for a
moment as Nicky stared down at his fidgeting hands. "We did everything
together," he said sadly. "Even when I..." he paused, huffing to himself a
little.

Levi waited until Nicky looked up at him and just offered a supportive nod
to encourage him on.

Nicky sighed once more as he said, "Even when I
started... changing... like... erm... well... umm..."

"Puberty?" Levi offered, knowing that even the word could be embarrassing
for anyone, especially youngsters going through it.

"Mmm-huh," Nicky hummed. "I started it... stupidly early, which was really
scary and confusing but... it all got a bit LESS scary and confusing
because... he was going through it with me!"

"So, you got to go through it together," Levi said quietly with another
nod, "That sounds like it'll take the strong off it a bit!"

"Yeah," Nicky agreed. "I mean, it was no fucking picnic starting to change
so young. Some of the other kids..." he paused and frowned as he shook his
head, "No, ALL of the other kids were just... total arseholes about it all
and it was really hard, but... we got through it together."

"So, the other kids were mean to you both?" Levi asked sympathetically.

Nicky nodded. "Yeah, but they soon stopped when I..." he held back from
saying more, flinching a little.

"Yes?" Levi prompted.

Nicky sighed. He was here to avoid punishment, which was why they were
talking. He had not planned, or expected, to actually achieve anything, but
something clicked in his head as he thought back. It wasn't something he
was about to share with the teacher, at least not explicitly, but he
continued, "I hurt people. Anyone who was mean to me or to Matt... I hurt
them... a lot!" He sighed as his mind drifted to Mikey.

"So, you were the protector?" Levi asked.

"We protected each other," Nicky said, shaking his head. "But he used words
while I... didn't."

"It sounds like you were very close," Levi said quietly. It was just
supposed to be a gentle affirmation, little more than a verbal nod, but he
saw Nicky tense up and turn pale. He had only seen this reaction in Nicky
once before and, much like then, his reflexes were cat-like.

The bin was in Nicky's grasp just in time for him to throw up. As he
spluttered and coughed, he accepted a tissue from the man to wipe his mouth
and groaned, "Not again. I'm sorry!"

"It's okay. It's not your fault," Levi said as he moved across to sit
beside Nicky on the sofa. He tended to keep his distance while they had
their conversations, but sometimes a little contact could be helpful. It
seemed needed in the moment, so he placed a hand on the boy's back. "Kinda
seems like we may have... struck a nerve," he ventured cautiously. "It's
okay if you want to leave that there for now and maybe come back to it
another time," he paused as Nicky looked at him. "Maybe on an empty
stomach!" he joked gently.

Nicky actually giggled, shaking his head before groaning as he looked down
at the lunch, he had eaten a couple of hours before. "Sir," he said
cautiously, then shook his head and said, "Sorry, Levi, first slip today,"
he said, smiling at the habit he was still working to break. "If I... tell
you something... big... does it stay between us?"

"It's like we said during our first chat. If you tell me something that
makes me think you're at risk of harm or you're a risk to someone else, I
have to take appropriate action, but if it's just... big or... scary... or
emotional, it can definitely stay with us!" Levi explained.

Nicky took a deep breath in, though it was a little shaky on the way
out. "I loved him!" Nicky said, barely louder than a whisper.

"That's understandable," Levi said with a nod, still stroking the boy's
back comfortingly.

"No," Nicky said, shaking his head, a little tearful. He had never admitted
this to anyone before, never put it into words, never even dared to
consider letting anyone know. "I don't mean I just loved him..." he took
another deep breath, shaking his head again. "I mean... I was IN love with
him!" He stared at the teacher, frozen for a moment as he felt the enormity
of saying one of his biggest secrets aloud.

Levi nodded gently. Of all the things he had expected to hear today, that
was most certainly not one of them. "That's... definitely big," Levi said,
trying to conceal his shock.

"Oh god," Nicky gasped, grabbing the bin again. His stomach churned and he
doubled over, throwing up the rest of lunch.

Levi rubbed Nicky's back gently for a few moments, continuing to comfort
him until he finally looked round again. He gave a supportive smile and
said quietly, "Thank you for... for trusting me with that Nicky. I can't
begin to imagine how that felt... although the vomiting gives me a pretty
good idea," he said, still rubbing gently. "I think maybe we should give
you some time to really think it all over and pick this up again soon!"

"Yeah, I'd say that's for the best," Nicky agreed, wiping his mouth
again. "But... thank you for listening," he said with a timid smile.

"It's what I'm here for buddy," Levi smiled back.

*****

"I feel bad for skipping out on Liam's match," Rob pouted, then wiggled his
finger and heard Jazz let out a pleasured whimper. "But this is totally
worth it!" He wiggled a finger on his other hand and got a similar moan
from Luke. Kneeling between the two boys, Rob had a finger inside each of
them.

For Jazz, this was pretty much an everyday occurrence – not so much
being fingered by Rob specifically but having something up his butt. The
Fothergill Academy's policy of keeping their students in chastity until the
legal age of consent was good in theory for preventing `illegal' behaviour,
but all it really did was drive their students to other forms of
exploration. Anal stimulation was almost as common as being on the rugby or
football teams at the school.

For Luke, this was a colossal leap forward in his sexual explorations. He
and Rob had discussed anal sex, and both decided they were not ready for
it, possibly even not interested at all, but the weekend had certainly been
full of unexpected developments.

Luke had already been quite amused by just how taken Rob was with the
Fothergill boy, seeing the two bonding over their regular text messages
since their first meeting. Since Jazz returned to the school though, Luke
had been keen to meet him, curious to see the two together in person. What
he had not expected was to be utterly charmed by the boy, becoming as
smitten with him as Rob had been himself.

When the three of them first got together on Friday night, something had
just clicked. It certainly wasn't love at first sight. Luke knew that
because what he felt for the visiting boy was far from the same thing he
felt for Rob. Rob had said the same thing too. There was an attraction to
Jazz, but while it certainly involved an aspect sexual attraction and
intense friendship, it lacked the romance, it lacked the emotional
attachment the couple shared, at least for now.

They hadn't thought about it for long, unbothered by how to label it, or
even what others may think of it, they just knew that they both liked Jazz
in a very similar way and were determined to make the most of every moment
of his visit. Since then, the three had been completely inseparable.

When they decided to sneak off for one final play before Jazz left at the
conclusion of the rugby finals, Luke had expressed a strong interest in
experiencing things the way Jazz did. Rob had been reluctant at first,
though when Luke made it clear Rob's butt would remain untouched, he had
found himself swayed.

Jazz had already taught Rob so much about anal stimulation and he was keen
to put it to use on his boyfriend. It had taken a little while to get a
finger inside him, thanks to nervousness tightening his hole, but
eventually Luke had relaxed into it and now lay writhing in just as much
pleasure as the Fothergill boy beside him.

"I think... skipping a rugby match... fuck... to finger two guys... ugh..."
Luke grunted dreamily, "Is pretty much standard... practice round here! Oh
my godddddd!"

"So good, isn't it!" Jazz said happily, letting his head loll to the side
to look at Luke.

Luke returned the gesture and the two leaned closer, kissing sensuously as
Rob stared in happy delight. Tensing a finger against both prostates at the
same time, he heard muffled moans from within the embrace. The only
drawback to fingering the two beautiful boys was that it left no hands free
to play with his own dick. He had already cum more times that weekend than
he could keep track of, yet his erection remained persistently demanding of
more attention.

"Who wants another finger?" Rob asked playfully, grinning as the embrace
suddenly broke.

"Oooh, me!" Jazz declared, playfully throwing his hand in the
air. "Actually, make it two more!" he requested. As Rob looked at him
curiously, he giggled and said, "It's like they say, go big or go
home... but I'm doing both today!" His smile suddenly dropped a
little. "Aww, I made myself sad," he pouted. "I don't wanna go home today!"

"Shh," Luke hushed him. "Don't think about it then. Just... enjoy it while
you're still here!" Before he kissed the boy again he looked to Rob and
said, "You heard him, two more... I'm fine with just the one though!"

Rob chuckled at the instruction, shaking his head as Luke closed his eyes
and began making out with Jazz once again. He pulled his finger out from
Jazz and applied lube to the three middle fingers of his left hand, adding
a little more to the index finger of his right before probing back into the
kissing teens.

He saw Jazz's whole body shudder as the three fingers pushed inside, while
Luke just let out a happy moan, seemingly content with the one he could
manage so far. The fingering continued for a while, the two subjects
alternating between kissing and letting their hands roam Rob's body,
teasing his sensitive nipples just to get him extra horny.

Rob had accepted that his fingering was unlikely to make either of the
other two cum. In Jazz's case it was because he had managed to cum from
anal stimulation that morning and it was rare he could manage it multiple
times in a day. For Luke, it was more that he was simply not to that level
with it yet, especially with Rob's still-developing skills.

"Can I see if I can make you both cum at the same time?" Jazz asked when
his butt finally reached the point of discomfort from the probing digits.

"Well, if you must..." Luke said smirking as he rolled his eyes. "Where
d'you want us?"

"Just... kneel up here for now," Jazz said as he knelt between them.

Rob and Luke both knelt up to meet him, the three of them in a triangular
formation. Jazz reached out and took hold of both of their dicks, each of
them rock hard and slightly wet from pre-cum. Remembering what Rob had
taught him about handling circumcised cocks, he let go and retrieved a glob
of lubricant before taking hold again. "Can we... try kissing," he
requested shyly. "I mean... all three of us!"

"Sure," Rob chuckled. They all leaned in, their faces mashing together a
little awkwardly as three sets of lips struggled to meet.

Pulling back and giggling after a few moments, Luke said, "That's
silly... but fun!"

"Yeah," Jazz agreed. "Let's do more!" he added excitedly.

As Rob nodded his agreement, they leaned in again, settling into it a bit
more this time. As Jazz stroked away at both of the erections before him,
Rob and Luke each let a hand gentle caress the boy, while touching each
other with their second. It didn't take long before pleasured moans muffled
their way out from the three-way kiss.

"I'm getting close," Luke gasped.

"You?" Jazz asked Rob.

"Oh yeah!" Rob nodded emphatically.

"Great!" Jazz declared. He shuffled round and laid himself down between
them, pumping away at both simultaneously. As they both grunted their way
to release, Jazz aimed their spasming cocks into his gaping mouth, managing
to get most of the dual load inside, but with a small glob making its way
onto each cheek.

Panting and leaning against each other for support, Rob and Luke kissed for
a moment, then looked down at the grinning boy between them.

"Shall we?" Rob asked, gesturing to Jazz's face.

"Indeed!" Luke chuckled.

As one, they each leant down and sucked the spunk from Jazz's cheeks,
before playfully peppering him with kisses. When they finally stopped and
sat back up, Jazz sitting up with them, the three casually enjoying their
post-orgasmic calm.

"It really does suck that you're leaving soon," Rob pouted, getting a nod
of agreement from Luke who was casually stroking the other boy's leg.

"I know," Jazz said sadly. "But..." he paused, frowning thoughtfully.

"But what?" Rob asked, eyeing the boy suspiciously.

"But I might be back sooner than you think!" Jazz said with
barely-contained glee.

"We covered this yesterday, buddy," Luke said with a smirk. "You can't
hitch-hike your way back here every time you want a cuddle!"

Rob and Jazz both giggled at the comment.

"No, not that," Jazz said, shaking his head. "I wasn't gonna say anything
yet, but I heard someone else talking about it and figured you might ask,
but... I've applied to transfer here next year!"

"You... you've... what?" Rob asked, eyes wide with surprise.

"Seriously? That's... so cool!" Luke said happily.

"You really think so?" Jazz asked nervously. "I was kinda worried. I
thought you guys might see me as a, like... fun one-off thing for you. I
didn't wanna seem like crazy stalker guy trying to move in with you after
what you thought was just a hook-up!"

"Well yeah, obviously. Total stalker move!" Luke teased.

"I know right," Rob agreed. "Like, have even HEARD of personal space? Wow!"

"Oh, ha ha," Jazz pouted. "But if I get in, you'll... be okay with that?"

"No!" Rob said bluntly. As the other two looked in confusion, he grinned
and said, "I wouldn't be okay, I'd be fucking ecstatic!"

*****

Mikey heard a cheer. Based on the end of the stands it came from, he
guessed it meant Kingswood had beaten King Edwards, which meant there was
just one more match to go before all the visitors fucked off home. He
couldn't wait. The school felt so over-crowded and hectic and loud with so
many visiting boys.

The visitors could fuck off. Nicky could fuck off. Chris could fuck
off. Danny could fuck off. Mr Trent and his investigation could fuck
off. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more Mikey wished everyone
would just fuck off. If they did, then he could stop avoiding everyone and
just... get on with... well he didn't know what he'd actually do if
everyone was gone and he didn't really like the idea of being stuck at the
school on his own, but he still wanted them all to fuck off. It was... a
confusing feeling.

He had just started down the path through the woodlands, heading for the
school's lake when he suddenly heard footsteps. Loud, heavy, fast-moving
footsteps... right behind him. Before he had a chance to even look, a body
barged into his back, arms wrapping around his waist as he felt himself
leave the ground, fly forward a couple of metres and then slam down
heavily.

"FUCK!" he yelled out in pain as he face-planted the ground. As he went to
roll over, he felt a sharp kick to the ribs. Looking up in a mix of fury
and panic, he saw Josh standing over him.

"Come on then, you pussy. Round two!" Josh said, smiling manically.

Mike gasped down strained breaths, winded by the unexpected attack. He had
fought Josh a week ago and while he had gained a little clarity on things
as a result, he had also been left feeling somewhat guilty for hurting the
other boy. Had Josh just walked up and asked for another fight, Mikey would
have doubtlessly said no, not wanting to hurt him again, but as he lay on
the floor looking up at his attacker, any such qualms completely vanished.

Moving to get onto his feet, Mikey was already planning his attack. He
would tackle Josh, knock him to the ground then deliver a series of
punches. It was a good plan, except for the fact Josh beat him to it. Mikey
wasn't even back on his feet before Josh had thrown himself at him
again. He jumped at the semi-prone boy, grasping him as he landed atop
him. Three gut punches had Mikey gasping and just as he was about to snarl
some abuse in response, he got a sharp slap to the face.

"Slapping? You pussy!" Mikey snapped furiously as he cradled his stinging
cheek.

Josh responded by delivering another slap, followed by a backhand and then
a third slap.

"FUCK OFF!" Mikey screamed, rolling Josh to the side and straddling him as
he started returning every hit he had received so far. He soon had Josh
cowering for cover from his barrage of blows. Finally managing to get up
onto his feet he snarled, "What the fuck, Josh?!"

Josh lowered his hands from where they had been guarding his face and began
to climb to his feet as he started, "Well I just thought you could..." He
didn't finish, he just launched into another tackle instead, having used
the pretence of conversation as a bluff, but this time Mikey was prepared
for him.

Mikey used Josh's own momentum against him as he stepped aside, grabbed the
charging boy and swung him around, slamming him into the trunk of a tree.

Josh let out a pained grunt as he fell to the ground and rolled away from
the slight slope around the tree.

Standing over Josh, Mikey shook his head and asked, "You gonna talk
properly yet?"

Panting and clearly in pain, Josh shook his head and said, "I don't wanna
talk. I wanna fight!"

"Then you might wanna get better at it!" Mikey said, shaking his head. He
let out a sigh and leaned against the tree, sliding down it until he was
sitting beside Josh.

"You okay?" Josh asked, his head lolling to the side so he could look up at
Mikey.

"Better than you by the looks of it. Sorry about that!" Mikey said meekly.

"I didn't mean physically!" Josh explained. "Last night was... I dunno... a
lot!"

"Yeah," Mikey agreed, thinking back to the argument... or more like a
savage verbal assault, considering it had all been one way. "I
don't... understand," he said, shaking his head. His hands reached up, his
fingers sliding into his hair before they clenched and pulled hard, his
palms covering his eyes. "They saved me from getting in REALLY serious
trouble and I... the things I said..." His breaths were juddery, clearly on
the verge of crying until he felt Josh's head rest on his lap.

"It's okay. Cry if you need to!" Josh smiled sweetly as Mikey looked down
at him.

"I don't wanna cry!" Mikey insisted. "I wanna... fuck, I don't know WHAT I
want. And I don't know why I... act the way I do." He sighed, clearly
confused. "Is this why you attacked me? To get rid of the other me?"

"The other you?" Josh asked curiously, wincing as he sat up to lean on the
tree beside the other boy.

"Yeah, the one who takes over when I... can't control myself!" Mikey
explained. "It's what I felt like before we fought last time, and he was in
control last night too!"

"Oh, I get it, Psycho Mikey!" Josh nodded, naming him cautiously and
getting a slight shrug of agreement in response. "Well yeah, Psycho Mikey's
a dick. We don't like him!" he said, shaking his head. "Glad I
could... help chase him off!"

"Yeah, me too," Mikey agreed. He sighed and silence hung for a few moments
before he shook his head and asked, "Why am I like this?"

"I dunno," Josh shrugged. "Maybe it's gluten. Adults seem to blame that for
everything!"

Mikey laughed, snorting a little before he said, "You're so stupid!" As he
saw Josh flinch at the word a little, he added, "In the best possible way,
it's not a bad thing!" He leaned to the side and rested his head on Josh's
shoulder as he said, "Thank you for... erm..."

"Kicking the crap out of you?" Josh offered with a grin.

"Ha, you wish. Thanks for trying to kick the crap outta me... and failing!"
Mikey smirked.

"Any time," Josh said, squirming a little, already feeling bruises form. As
he sat quietly for a moment, they both heard their phones beep to indicate
a message.

"Huh," Mikey said, looking at his phone. "Who's Travis Black?" he asked
curiously.

"He's captain of the Year 13 rugby team. Why?" Josh asked.

"He wants me to meet him in the locker room after their match!" Mikey said,
looking a little worried.

Josh quickly pulled out his phone, looked at it and then showed Mikey. "Me
too! Weird!"

*****

The atmosphere around the Sports Complex was more than a little
lively. Following the Year 12 Kingswood team's defeat of King Edwards, more
pressure than ever had fallen onto the Year 13s and the final match of the
tournament. For Travis Black it was especially important.

Like many of the rugby captains before him, he had been selected for the
position in Year 8 and remained in the post throughout his years at
Kingswood. Now, mere months from the end of his time at the school, he had
faced his final shot at victory. For his first four years as captain, his
team had been runner-up, always making it to the final before finally
losing. When Covid had struck and cancelled the tournament in Year 12, he
had been devastated. He had been pushing his team harder than ever, only to
have the opportunity for a victory slip from his grasp through no fault of
their own.

It had been quite a relief when the tournament was re-instated for his
final year at the school and he had gone into it determined to win, to go
out on a high, to add a final crowning achievement to his seven years at
the school he loved. Sport mattered to Travis, and so did his school, so
when he had found out about that Gregory had resorted to blackmail to get
the win, he had been furious. There was a brief moment of almost sympathy,
when Travis had considered how far he probably would have gone at one point
to get the win, but that moment passed swiftly, and he was left with just
his righteous fury against the visiting boy.

While the football and rugby teams had strong (but friendly) rivalries at
Kingswood, when it came down to it, they always had each other's backs so
when he had asked the other captains to `take care the Gregory issue' for
him while he focused on his match, he had been confident they would see to
it.

Now, triumphantly carrying the trophy his team had just won, his dream had
come true. His name would be immortalised in the Kingswood trophy room. So,
with that out of the way, he was free to return to the slightly more
unpleasant task at hand and see what his fellow captains had done to deal
with Gregory.

"We all set?" Travis asked, suddenly jogging to catch up with the other
eighteen-year-old heading back into the building. He got a disgruntled eye
roll in response, prompting him to tease, "You're just bitter cos I finally
beat ya!"

"Took you long enough!" Yuri Everard, the King Edwards Year 13 rugby
captain, grumbled back to the opposing leader. "This still only makes it
3-1 to me!" Just like Travis, Yuri had remained captain of his own team at
the rival school, meaning the two captains had faced off countless times
over the years.

"Yeah, but at least we always made it to the final. Remember Year 10..."
Travis sniggered.

"I still say Fothergill cheated!" Yuri scowled. "Anyway, your shit track
record aside, everything's set. Didn't really need to do much if I'm
honest. When I told Preston what had happened, he didn't even look
surprised. I reckon he wanted an excuse to be rid of Gregory!"

As they made their way into the locker room, they were greeted by Preston,
the Year 13 football captain for King Edwards. Despite the serious
expression, he gave the other two captains a quick fist bump and courteous
nod.

Travis looked round at the gathering of students. It was primarily a
gathering of captains, with the leaders from both the Kingswood and King
Edwards football and rugby teams milling around, mostly chatting about the
matches over the last two days. Spotting the two boys who looked a little
out of place, Travis approached Josh and Mikey. "Hey," he said softly as he
approached.

"Hi Travis," Josh smiled a little nervously. Travis was somewhat of an
authority figure to him and all the rugby players at the school. While Josh
answered to Rob, captain of his own Year's team, there was a definite chain
of command going up through the older captains. That meant Travis, as the
most senior, was seen by the younger students as almost at the teachers'
level of authority. "This is Mikey," Josh politely introduced them.

"Ah yes, I've heard," Travis said, offering the boy a handshake. "You
reputation precedes you!"

"Is that... good?" Mikey asked timidly.

"Being known for causing trouble? Not the best thing," Travis said sternly,
prompting Mikey to look down at the floor in shame. He smiled and added,
"But being known for sticking up for your mates? That's a fucking good rep
to have!"

Mikey raised his head, smiling. He got a playful nudge from Josh as he
blushed slightly.

"So, what's going on? This looks... I dunno..." Josh frowned at the
gathering.

As Travis went to reply, he heard a sudden burst of noise as the Year 8
King Edwards football team started filing in. "I guess you're about to find
out!" Travis explained. He moved between the two boys, putting an arm
casually round them both as he said softly, "If things get a bit much for
you, just gimme the signal and we'll leave, okay!"

Mikey looked curiously at Josh, but he wasn't looking back. He actually
looked a little out of it as he gently leaned against the older authority
figure.

"Everyone SHUT UP!" Preston suddenly called for quiet now that the final
attendees had arrived.

"Was I not supposed to bring the team?" Gregory asked, frowning at the
other team-less captains.

"No, they needed to be here for this!" Preston said firmly.

As Gregory continued to look around, his gaze fell on Josh and Mikey, his
face screwing up into a disgusted sneer.

Travis felt Josh grip onto him tightly. "You okay?" he whispered. He just
got a silent nod back.

"So, it has been brought to our attention that you have acted
inappropriately for a person in your position," Preston said, staring
firmly at Gregory. "This involves behaviour unbecoming of a King Edwards
student and team captain as well as unsportsmanlike activity in pursuit of
victory."

"What? No!" Gregory snapped. "I didn't do anything! These guys'll back me
up, right?" He looked round at his team, who stared back for a moment
before moving away.

Gregory's grip over the rest of his team had always seemed strong but was
apparently quite tenuous. Faced with the opportunity to distance themselves
from him, both figuratively and physically, not a single one of them had
hesitated. It seemed the fuel for rebellion was there, all that had been
missing was the spark, which Travis had now provided.

"Guys?" Gregory asked, suddenly sounding less confident as he saw his team
backing up, leaving him standing alone.

"You know this isn't the first time we've had to speak about this sort of
thing!" Preston said, shaking his head as the rest of the room watched on
in silent judgment. "You have been issued multiple warnings about the way
you speak to members of your team as well as other students at the
school. This has continued and would warrant the actions we are about to
take on their own, but you have also been accused of attempted blackmail of
an opposing team."

"What... no... I..." Gregory stuttered, beginning to tremble as he realised
the entire room was staring at him... with two exceptions.

Josh was looking over at Mark, the King Edwards goalkeeper and, unbeknownst
to most, secret boyfriend of Gregory. Josh couldn't imagine what it was
like to have your boyfriend in that position... but Josh couldn't really
imagine having a proper boyfriend anyway. Mark looked understandably
distraught as he stared back at Josh, standing back with his team as his
boyfriend received his well-earned comeuppance.

"We have spoken to other members of your team and feel we have gained
sufficient proof to verify these allegations," Preston went on.

"Don't I get a chance to..." Gregory started, barely mustering enough
courage to try and standing up for himself.

"NO!" Preston snapped, watching the boy recoil at the abrupt tone. "You
don't! Swift justice. THAT is the King Edwards way. You have done things
that have brought our school into disrepute and that is unforgivable. You
are hereby removed as captain of your team, and you will NOT be returning
to the position for Year 9. Upon our return to school, we will also
undertake a review to determine whether you will even be allowed to even
remain on the team at all."

"No, please..." Gregory whimpered, beginning to cry.

Mikey hated the crying boy. The things he had done and the things he had
said to Josh had rightfully earned him both the punch in the face Mikey had
given him as well as what was coming now. Everything about the boy was
utterly contemptible, but even Mikey felt slightly sorry for him in that
moment as he stood emotionally exposed in front of his peers. As he glanced
again at Josh, whose gaze had now returned to Gregory, Josh
looked... happy! More than happy, possibly. Almost manic!

"QUIET!" Preston snapped, cutting off Gregory's protest. "Now you know we
have MANY punishments available to us at school, but being here at
Kingswood, our options are a little more limited, so we have determined you
will be subjected to an old classic. You will be spanked... by every person
you have wronged."

Gregory just cried more heavily as he nodded. He knew from past experience,
both his own and those he had witnessed, that resistance to a King Edwards
punishment only ever resulted in one thing – an even stronger
punishment!

"But in keeping with SCIPS tradition," Preston said, glancing over at some
of the Kingswood captains, "When visiting another school, it is customary
to observe local punishments!"

Mikey let out a slight grunt, having been on the receiving end of a `local
punishment' at King Edwards that had left him in pain for days afterwards.

"As such, your punishment will be received naked and will remain that way
until we leave Kingswood!" Preston finished.

"No! No no no no! Please!" Gregory whimpered, taking a step back. He looked
round to his team, desperate for support but received none. The spell he
had over them, the power he wielded, the intimidation he had weaponised, it
was gone now and with it any support he may have once had. His closest
supporters showed no signs of helping, while the rest looked almost happy
to experience his downfall.

"Gregory. Undress!" Preston said calmly, then looked to the other Year 8
boys and added, "Or they do it for you!"

"No. I won't. You can't make me!" Gregory insisted, looking to the door.

"No, but we can!" one of his teammates called out, spurred on by Travis'
threat. It was like a battle cry, calling the football team to charge their
former captain and take action.

Gregory disappeared in a sea of bodies and flailing limbs, his fraught
shouts coming from within. Moments later, the team pulled back to reveal
the boy sitting on the floor naked, hands grasped desperately over his
private parts. With a single gesture from Preston, the boys picked him up
into a standing position and with another nod from the older student,
yanked his arms away to fully expose him to the room.

Everyone burst into laughter at the sight of the naked boy's tiny cock,
shrivelled from both fear and from being... just very small cock!

"Okay, everyone who feels they've been wronged by Gregory, form a line!"
Preston instructed.

Gregory's team formed an immediate line, many of them having brief
squabbles as they tried to get ahead of each other. Most of the other King
Edwards captains wandered over to join the queue as Preston grabbed Gregory
and took a seat on a bench.

"Get over my lap," Preston instructed, already sensing resistance. "And if
you try to get away, believe me, I will make things MUCH worse for you!" he
added in a low growl, his fury at the boy even more obvious and terrifying
up close.

Josh started moving to the queue but stopped as he saw Mikey remain at
Travis' side. "Come on, we've DEFINITELY been wronged by him!" he growled,
reaching a hand out towards Mikey.

Mikey paused for a moment, contemplating it as he looked at the crying boy
getting in position on Preston's lap. He gave a gentle sigh and accepted
Josh's hand, following along to the queue.

"If I don't even know him but still want a go, can I say he wronged me
too?" Isaac asked with a grin, getting a snigger from some of the other
Kingswood captains.

"Hey, the way I see it, he tried to blackmail one of YOUR peers to beat one
of YOUR school's teams. That sounds pretty `wronged' to me!" Preston
sniggered. As Gregory looked up at him, he snapped, "Shut up and take
it. You know the rules. You take the punishment like a man!" The boy's gaze
dropped again in response.

A few moments later, the spanking began. With so many boys queued up, they
were only permitted one smack on each cheek, partly for time but mostly to
avoid actual injury. It seemed even King Edwards had some limits!

To Gregory's credit, though he was howling with tears and yelping out in
pain with each hit, his rear growing progressively redder, he didn't try to
get away or deflect the blows. Soon enough, the whole of his team had taken
their turns, even Mark, though his spanks had barely even made contact,
seemingly doing it more for show than to actually punish the vindictive
captain.

The other King Edwards captains had no such compunctions about holding
back, slapping their hands down hard onto the blazing cheeks, the slapping
sound echoing around the large area.

When Josh finally got to the front of the queue, Preston held up a hand to
stop him. "Gregory may have been a bastard to his team for a much longer
period, but from what I hear, the small dose you got of him
was... particularly unpleasant. On behalf of my school, I offer our very
sincere apologies to you!" It got a murmur of agreement from the other King
Edwards boys.

"HE should apologise too!" Josh snarled, looking at the back of Gregory's
head.

"Fair point," Preston nodded. He lifted his knee sharply to jolt the boy
and said, "Let's hear an apology!"

"I'm sorry," Gregory whimpered without looking up.

Preston was clearly unhappy with the poor apology, but before he could say
anything, Josh had squatted down and grabbed a handful of the boy's hair,
lifting his head and turning it to face him.

"You look at me when you apologise!" Josh snarled.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Gregory said before sobbing once again.

"I fucking hate bullies," Josh growled as he let go and stood up. Without
warning, and almost catching Preston in the face as he did it, Josh swung
hard, hitting Gregory's left buttock with a hit so hard it made the entire
room flinch. Gregory let out a pained cry. It was followed almost instantly
with a second hit just as hard on the right buttock.

"Okay," Preston quickly said, before Josh could strike again, staring at
the angry boy who hesitated a moment before walking away.

Mikey walked up next, watching Josh for a moment before looking to Preston
and Gregory.

"The same thing to you," Preston said with a nod. "I'm sorry on behalf of
my school! Gregory, something to say?"

Gregory looked up, red-faced, though his eyes were so heavy with tears all
he could really make out was a person-shaped blob. "I'm sorry," he said,
sniffing heavily.

Mikey was more than a little shaken. He knew Josh was watching, and clearly
expecting a good spank. At the same time, he felt a swell of rage as he
remembered the repulsive things Gregory had said to his friend. Yet he
still felt an urge to hold back. Mikey was yet to apologise and make up
with his boyfriends and he knew Nicky certainly wouldn't approve of this
whole punishment, especially if Mikey played a part in it.

Yet as he stood there, staring down at the blazing red buttocks, knowing
the boy deserved whatever was thrown at him, he couldn't help himself. He
swung hard and delivered another slap that caused a collective
flinch. Almost without thinking, he swung again at the other cheek, hitting
hard again. As he heard the scream from Gregory, he shook his head slightly
and took a nervous step back as he realised what he had done, then turned
and hurried over to join Josh.

The spankings resumed, with the last few taking their turns before finally
the queue was gone, replaced by a spectating crowd instead.

"Just me left, then!" Preston said. He raised his hand, but before he
dropped it, he looked down at the boy on his lap and said, "Let this pain
be a memory that stays with you to help you make better choices in the
future!" He slapped the boy's buttocks, twice on each cheek in rapid
succession. "Okay, now get up!" he said, ignoring the boy's cries.

"Wait, I..." Gregory whimpered.

"Now!" Preston snapped.

Gregory slipped off of the older boy's lap and onto the floor with a gentle
thud, then climbed to his feet, cupping his hands over his dick once again.

"Hands by your sides!" Preston instructed.

Gregory let out a whimper as he dropped his hands away. The reveal caused
another wave of laughs and comments, though this time it was not because of
the size, it was because he was erect.

"Well, isn't that interesting!" Preston smirked. "Hey guys, remind me of
what you do here at Kingswood when this happens!"

"An erection following a spanking has to be... taken care of!" Isaac called
out excitedly. "And we all know the best way to do that!"

"Jerk off, jerk off, jerk off!" the Kingswood boys began to chant.

JERK OFF, JERK OFF, JERK OFF!" The King Edwards boys joined in,
sniggering. It was a very different experience for them, being primarily
straight. While the Kingswood boys enjoyed the sexuality of it, for the
King Edwards boys this was pure public humiliation. They got no enjoyment
from seeing another guy jerk off (some of them did, but that's another
story), this was all about making Gregory suffer for his misdeeds.

"You heard them!" Preston called out. "Get to it!"

"No!" Gregory whimpered, shaking his head. "Not in front of everyone!" he
said weakly, quiet enough that only Preston could hear over the continued
chanting.

Preston stood and leaned in to whisper to Gregory, "You're gonna cum, and
you're either gonna do it yourself, or I'm gonna invite one of the
Kingswood boys to do it and then everyone gets to see you cum... from being
blown by a dude! It's your call!"

"No!" Gregory whimpered again, sniffing back tears. Being `blown by a dude'
in any other instance likely would have been a very desirable option to the
closeted boy, but to do it – and enjoy it – in front of his peers was
utterly unthinkable. "Fine!" he snapped. He took hold of his dick and the
crowd burst into cheers and applause.

"Yeah!" "Come on!" "Can he even cum yet?" "When's puberty?" "Wanker!" the
crowd cheered out.

Gregory continued stroking his dick as the baying crowd cheered him on. It
was barely two minutes before he looked to Preston, distraught and
squeaked, "I'm gonna cum!"

"HE SAID HE'S GONNA CUM!" Preston called out to highlight the boy's
embarrassment.

The room fell to sudden silence just as Gregory moaned his way to orgasm,
grunting away as he spurted a tiny load onto the floor between his
feet. The crowd went wild once again.

Knowing that time was short, Preston immediately called out, "Okay,
everyone clear out, show's over!"

"Come on, you heard him," Mikey said, grabbing Josh's hand. He shot Trent a
slight smile and nod. While his offer of support before the `show' had
proven unneeded, it was still appreciated.

"But I wanna see him suffer more!" Josh growled, glaring the naked, sweaty,
red-faced mess of a boy.

"Josh, please," Mikey said, looking close to tears himself.

"Okay, okay," Josh said, quickly heading to the door with Mikey. "Jesus,
you okay?" he asked as he saw the look on his friend's face as they left
the locker room.

Mikey just shook his head.

"What's wrong?" Josh asked. "You don't think he deserved that?"

"No!" Mikey said, then shook his head, "I mean, yes, he deserved it. It's
just..." he paused until he felt Josh squeeze his hand. "When I... had my
turn... it was like... like Psycho Mikey was back and he... he almost took
over."

"I don't think that'd be the worst thing," Josh smirked. "I kinda unleashed
Psycho Josh on him myself!"

Mikey shook his head again. "No, you don't get it," he said back, clearly
getting worked up. "I wanted to hit him again... and again... and again. I
don't think I woulda been able to stop! I would have really hurt him!"

"Oh," Josh exclaimed. "Well... I won't let that happen. Psycho Mikey can't
take us both on!" he said, throwing a supportive arm around the other boy.

Mikey took a deep breath and nodded, then managed a weak smile and said,
"Thanks. And I think you mean all three of us!"

"Huh?" Josh grunted, looking round to see if someone else was there.

"You, me and Psycho Josh!" Mikey sniggered, getting a laugh from the other
boy.

*****

"This part always sucks," Danny pouted, feeling Brian's arm tighten around
him.

"I know, right!" Q-Ball replied, standing with Clover's hand held in his
own, the two couples clearly unhappy to be parting.

"Ah don't worry. I'm sure they'll be back soon enough," Brian said
cheerfully. "Now that Covid's finally fucked off, we get to do LOADS more
stuff with other schools!"

"Tell that to them," Clover said, gesturing a short distance away to
distraught looking Ian and Joseph. "You'd think one of `em was dying the
way they're going on!"

Although the four boys chuckled, they all felt sorry for their two
friends. The weekend had really allowed Joseph and Ian to connect as deeply
on a physical level as their weeks of texting had on an emotional
level. Ian going home was proving difficult for both of them.

"Hey guys," Rob said, approaching from behind, Luke traipsing along behind
him. "Oof, you guys too," he said sympathetically as he saw their
expressions.

"Yeah," Danny said with a slight nod. Rob looked almost as upset as
Joseph. "Based on the face, I'm assuming Jazz is gone?" he asked
sympathetically.

Rob nodded as Luke caught up to him, wrapping his arms around the younger
boy from behind. "Yeah, their coach just left," he reported with a sigh.

"Hey, you never know, he might get the open slot next year!" Danny said
optimistically. "Though I reckon he might have to fight Ian for it!" The
boys all laughed, knowing how much both boys wanted it.

"Them!" Q-Ball interjected.

"Huh?" Danny asked curiously.

"Them. Not it!" Q-Ball elaborated. "There's two spaces next year, so they
might both get them anyway!"

Rob and Danny both exchanged very confused looks. Danny shook his head, a
little lost as he asked, "Wait, so... two slots means two people leaving
our Year. If Timmy Robinson's one of them... who's the other?"

Brian took a step back and smirked at Luke as he shook his head. "Ugh, you
know what this means, don't you?" he asked quietly.

"Yup. More year eight drama!" Luke sniggered. "In my day we grew out of
that shit in year seven!"

"Oy!" Rob snapped. "We heard that!" he added as he and Danny glared at
their boyfriends.

"Oooh, so dramatic!" Brian replied with a smirk, while Luke snorted with
laughter.

*****

Mikey stood at the doorway to the dorm, staring at the figures ahead of
him. Nicky and Chris were sitting together on the sofas, cuddled together
as they stared out the dorm's huge windows. He had been stood around the
corner for a few minutes already, psyching himself up for what he knew he
had to do.

Despite the threat of re-emergence during Gregory's punishment, Psycho
Mikey seemed to be held at bay for now, which meant he had a chance to try
and make things right. He felt incredibly selfish as he stood there,
knowing that one of the main reasons he wanted to make up with his
boyfriends was so they could hold him and make him feel safe. The whole
weekend had taken a lot out of him and all he wanted to do was fall into
their arms where he always felt happy and protected.

As he walked in, he kept his footsteps light, easily sneaking up close to
them before he blurted out, "Guys it's me and before you say anything I
really need to tell you how sorry I am and how thankful I am for what you
did for me, Nicky... and that I'm sorry for the things that I said because
I lost my temper and I know I said this last time, but it won't happen
again and I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really, really sorry!"

Chris and Nicky both turned at the same time and that was when he saw the
state Nicky was in. He had clearly been crying... a lot, with Chris
presumably comforting him.

Mikey moved closer, looking worried. "What's wrong?" he asked softly.

Nicky sniffed and shook his head. Ever since his meeting with Mr Trent that
afternoon he had been overly emotional. He wasn't even sure what had set
him off this time, but thankfully Chris was close by to console him when he
burst into tears again. As he looked at his other boyfriend he didn't
speak, he simply held out his arms.

Mikey rushed to him, hopping over the back of the sofa to slide in between
the other two. "I'm sorry. This isn't cos of me, is it?" he asked
awkwardly.

"No, it's just... been a tough day," Nicky sniffed. "But I'm glad you're
here! And... thank you for apologising."

As Nicky grasped onto him, Mikey held back just as tightly, then shot Chris
a confused look. Silently he mouthed, "I'm sorry!"

Chris smiled meekly and nodded, then leaned in to hold onto them both,
happy to have the throuple back together.


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For my other stories, please see links below:



The Kingswood Saga
------------------

Tales from Kingswood (Book 1)– https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/tales-from-kingswood/

Half-Term at Kingswood (Book 1 bonus story) – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/half-term-at-kingswood/

The Kingswood Eight (Book 2) - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/the-kingswood-eight/

A Very Kingswood Easter (Book 2 bonus story) - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/a-very-kingswood-easter/


The Benny Saga (in reading order)
--------------

Benny Takes Control – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/benny-takes-control/

The Dangers of Desire – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-dangers-of-desire/

Benny's House – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/bennys-house/


Other Series
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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
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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