Date: Fri, 26 Nov 2021 16:41:19 +0000
From: Matt Smith <matterotica@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Tales from Kingswood - Chapter 35

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Tales from Kingswood

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Chapter 35

Saturday 13 June 2020


When asked about where Kingswood was located, most of its former students
simply say, `down South'. That's primarily because `in the arsehole end of
nowhere' is not really considered an appropriate answer in everyday
conversation, but it was essentially the best possible description for it.

The grounds themselves were enormous, primarily consisting of expansive
woodlands around the main school area, but beyond the forest there was
little sign of life for many miles. The nearest semblance of civilisation
was the tiny village of Little Hempleton, a tiny cluster of homes whose
main claim to fame was that Su Pollard had once spent the day there after
her car broke down while passing through.

The public amenities in Little Hempleton consisted of a pub, where the same
conversation between the same locals happened every night like some
unamusing version of Groundhog Day and a shop manned by a woman who told
every visitor he she remembered the war, though she never clarified which
one. Their bus station saw a bus trundle in roughly every decade or so,
though thanks to Covid, the next arrival was expected somewhere between
`never' and `not fucking happening'.

Gabriel Frankson, or Gabe to those who knew him, had worked at Kingswood
since the beginning of the school year. He had been a student at the school
himself a few years before and had gone on to study medicine before giving
it all up to pursue his real dream of being an artist. His first year back
at Kingswood had been more bizarre than he expected, thanks to the
pandemic. Today was the first day he had left school grounds since the
Pandemic Protocols had been initiated back in February and he found it
surprisingly intimidating to be back out in the `real world'.

Gabe walked into the Little Hempleton bus station and headed straight for
the counter, where the old man behind the counter was either `resting his
eyes' or straight-up dead. Gabe cleared his throat, making the man jump,
thankfully proving he was not dead... at least not yet. "I got a call about
a stray student!" Gabe said with a smile.

As the old man pointed behind Gabe to the waiting area, they heard a young
voice shout out, "You traitor!"

"Sorry m'lad," the old man chuckled. "You're not the first Kingswood
runaway we've seen here and you definitely won't be the last!"

Gabe looked over at the young student. At just twelve years old, Chris
certainly stood out in the little village, primarily because he was about a
dozen decades younger than the average resident. He was sat, arms folded,
scowling angrily at the man who had apparently turned him in.

Gabe approached slowly, sighed and flopped down into the seat beside the
runaway boy he had been sent to collect. "Hi Chris," he said, looking
slightly to his side. "Whatcha up to?"

Chris shrugged moodily. "Just going home!" he said casually.

"By bus?" Gabe asked, raising an eyebrow with a slight smirk. "To Ireland?"

Chris tutted. "I'm not that stupid!" he snapped angrily. "The bus from here
goes to Southampton. Then I can get another bus from there to the airport
and then I can fly home!"

"Oh, you've got a plan then. That's good!" Gabe nodded gently. "And how
exactly are you paying for all that?"

"Good looks and charm!" Chris said, actually sounding serious.

Gabe chuckled but pretended to just be clearing his throat. He let out a
sigh as he thought about the chaos that had been happening at Kingswood
when they discovered the boy was missing. "Do you have any idea the panic
you caused back at the school?"  he asked with a slight headshake.

Chris turned to look at Gabe and tried to speak, but nothing came
out. Instead, a moment later he burst into tears. As Gabe placed an arm
around him, he whimpered, "Just let me go home! I need to be with them!"

*****

There was a collective sigh of relief in dorm 2.02 when the message came
through to say Chris was on his way back to the school. The Year 7 boy had
been sneaky in his plotting. He had waited for the weekend, when his
absence was less likely to be noticed. He had skipped his usual Saturday
morning plans of a lazy lie-in with Nicky by saying he had a meeting with
his mentor, Brian.

It was only when Nicky approached Brian at lunchtime to ask where Chris was
that anyone even knew he had gone. Brian had been infuriated that Chris
would use him in a lie, but that had given way very quickly to gut-churning
worry over his whereabouts. While nobody dared say it aloud, the memory of
what had (nearly) happened with Josh was very much on their minds. Chris
had been painfully depressed and worried all week since finding out both of
his parents were in hospital with COVID-19, and even more-so when he got
the news his eldest sister Aisling had also been admitted with worsening
symptoms.

Discovery of Chris abscondment had been a few hours ago now and in that
time, every room in every building had been searched. Every corner of the
school grounds had been combed. Every friend had been questioned for any
hint of where he might have disappeared to.

Brian had shed a few tears when he got the message saying Chris was alive
and well, though he would forever deny it, even to Joseph, who had
comforted him.

"I'm gonna go tell his mates!" Brian said, heading for the door. A quick
run down the stairs and he was at the door to dorm 1.01. He knocked but
didn't wait for an answer, walking straight in.

Immediately, all seven boys stared over at him expectantly. "He's okay!"
Brian said, almost welling up again. "He's on his way back now!"

"Oh my God!" Nicky said, shaking his head. "Thank fuck for that!" It was a
sentiment very much mirrored by the rest of the boys. "Where was he?" he
asked.

"Little Hemleton apparently, trying to catch a bus to the airport!" Brian
said, unsure whether to laugh or not.

Danny suddenly stood up. He marched over to his wardrobe and pulled on his
trainers as the others watched on in curious silence.

As the distressed-looking boy headed for the door, Brian asked, "Where are
you going?"

"I'm going to wait for him!" Danny snapped furiously. "So I can kick his
arse!" He barged past Brian and out of the dorm.

Brian glanced over to the other boys who shrugged, then shook his head and
followed Danny out of the dorm. As the younger boy stomped down the stairs,
he called after him, "He won't be back for a while yet!"

"I'll wait!" Danny snapped as he reached the bottom of the stairs.

"And he's gonna have to go into quarantine, so you won't even be able to
get close!" Brian added.

"Then... I'll shout at him and I can throw things. I've got a pretty aim!"
Danny said angrily, swinging the front doors open as he barged through.

"I don't think throwing stuff at him's really going to help!" Brian said,
trying not to laugh. It wasn't funny. He knew how worried Danny had been,
he had felt it just as much himself.

"I don't want to help him. I want to hurt him!" Danny snarled as he reached
the bottom of the front steps.

"No you don't!" Brian insisted, still following close behind.

Danny turned and glared furiously at the older boy. "Shut up. You don't
know what I want!" he shouted angrily.

"You want to hold him and tell him you're so relieved he's okay you could
vomit and that you wish there was literally anything you could do to take
away his pain and just protect from... everything!" Brian suggested.

"No I don't!" Danny said weakly, his anger suddenly deflated.

"Yeah you do," Brian said, moving closer. He placed a hand on Danny's
shoulder. "I know you do because that's exactly how I feel!" he said,
pausing as the boy stared back at him. "You're not the only one who loves
him, ya know!"

Danny felt bad for a moment. He often found himself forgetting that Brian
was Chris' mentor. Their relationship was not quite as... dynamic as his
own with Joseph, but the attachment and love was every bit as strong. Danny
huffed as he shook his head. "Shut up. Stop being... right! It's really
annoying!" He stared down at the ground, still scowling.

Brian just chuckled at the comment.

Danny smiled for a moment before he raised his hands, rubbing his face as
he let out a frustrated moan. "I don't know how to help him!" he said
softly. He dropped his hands away and sighed, "He's... so scared
and... hurting and... I don't know what to do!"

Brian didn't have the answers either, but he smiled and asked, "Well what
did Chris do when you were... going through stuff?"

Danny shook his head. "I dunno, we weren't really talking!" he said. It had
been a rough time for the two boys.

Brian smiled. There really was no drama quite like Year 7 drama. "Okay, but
after you started talking! What then?"

"Well he... he was..." Danny started, pausing to think. "I guess he was
just kinda... there!"

Brian smiled and gave a gentle head bob. "Then... maybe just be there for
him!" he suggested.

Danny pursed his lips as he considered the advice. "I thought I told you to
stop being right!" he pouted.

"Hard habit to break," Brian sniggered.

Danny suddenly looked coy, swivelling back and forth on one foot as he
looked down at his hands. "You know you said he... won't be back for a
while. D'ya think... maybe we've got time to... visit the gents?" He bit
his lip as he looked at Brian expectantly.

"Erm... yeah, probably," Brian said, nodding and trying not to snigger. As
a stray thought drifted through his mind, it was his turn to look coy as he
suggested, somewhat nervously, "We could always try it... without a
gloryhole!"

Danny stared wide-eyed for a moment, looking Brian up and down. Though
Brian was currently dressed in baggy t-shirt and sweatpants, Danny's mind
floated back to that Halloween outfit - the near-naked Spartan who had
shamelessly shown off virtually every perfect inch of his body. He audibly
gulped, then nodded.

Brian looked round, considering the best place to go. He knew plenty of
places they *could* go, but for some reason most of them
felt... wrong... sordid even. An idea suddenly came to him. He reached out
his hand to Danny who took it cautiously. Both silent and seemingly nervous
from the hand-holding, they headed towards the School Building. As Danny
gave Brian a puzzled look, he just grinned back, still leading the
way. Once inside, they headed into one of the Science labs, which only made
Danny look even more confused.

"Well this is... nice!" Danny said a little sarcastically with a slight
smirk.

"Gimme a minute ya lil bitch!" Brian said, shaking his head. He quickly
made his way along the wall, closing all of the blinds, the room slowly
getting darker and darker.

"Oh yeah, that's much better, now I don't have to see you!" Danny teased.

"Don't make me hurt you!" Brian sniggered back to him. He made his way back
across the room to a switch on the wall as he said, "Check this out!"

With a click from the switch, Danny stared up in awe. The entire ceiling of
the classroom lit up with little specks of light, looking just like
stars. "That's... amazing!" Danny said in shock.

"It's a proper authentic recreation of the actual sky at night," Brian
explained as he moved back over to Danny. He pointed up and added, "The
glow strips are just there to show the constellations, but the rest of it
is just how the sky would look at night," Brian explained. "Except that
bit!" He pointed to small cluster of `stars' that clearly made out the
shape of two letters.

"BP?" Danny asked curiously as he looked at it. "Like, the petrol
stations?"

"No, ya tosser. BP, like Brian Pearson! Ya know... me!" Brian said, moving
to stand right in front of Danny.

"You made this?" Danny asked, even more amazed.

Brian nodded. "Took me fucking weeks, but I won an award for it!"

"I can see why. It's... beautiful!" Danny said, unable to take his eyes off
of it.

"Yeah," Brian agreed shakily, unable to take his eyes off of Danny.

"And..." Danny said, lowering his gaze to see Brian staring at him,
"Really... romantic!"

Brian raised a hand and gently cupped Danny's cheek. "Yeah!" he agreed in a
whisper. The hand began to tremble a little, until Danny's raised to hold
it.

They both leaned in, their lips meeting, holding together for several
moments. It was a curious embrace, inquisitive even. Both wanting it but
scared the other didn't, both wanting to lean into it more but scared the
other would withdraw. After a few moments, it became clear their fears were
for nothing and a happy mew came from them both at once. They giggled a
little as they both pulled back.

Brian looked down at the boy with a smirk and said, "You're short!"

"No," Danny said, his hands casually grazing the older boy's sides. "You're
tall!" he said accusingly.

Brian sucked his teeth for a moment as he nodded. "Okay then, let's fix
this" he said, then grabbed Danny, lifted him and plonked him down on one
of the workbenches. Now eye-to-eye, he asked, "Better?"

"I'll check!" Danny said, reaching out to drape his arms over Brian's
shoulders, then pulled him into another kiss. This one lasted a few seconds
more, lips parting briefly to allow a cursory tongue exploration.  "Mmmhuh,
definitely better," Danny whispered when they parted again for a moment.

They stared into each other for a few seconds before giving into the urge
for more kissing. They stood making out for several minutes. Danny started
blindly pulling at the back of Brian's t-shirt, slowly lifting it up. Once
it was bunched around his shoulders, he pulled away from the kiss to remove
it completely. Brian took a step back, deliberately puffing out his chest
and flexing as subtly as he could while the younger boy eyed him hungrily.

As Danny reached out to pull him closer, Brian bit his lip and shook his
head. Nodding down at Danny's t-shirt, he whispered, "Your turn!"

Danny let out a gentle whimper as his hands fiddled with the bottom of the
garment. "I don't... look like that!" Danny said shyly, nodding towards
Brian's muscled torso.

"I wouldn't want you to," Brian answered honestly, then leaned in and gave
the boy a brief kiss before stepping back again. "I only need you to look
like you!"

Emboldened by the sweet comment, Danny pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it
aside, then leaned back on the bench, resting on his elbows.

Brian let out a slightly incoherent sound as he looked at the
boy. "You... make stuff... come out of me!" he said, clearly floundering
awkwardly.

"That's..." Danny started, frowning as he thought about it. "Disgusting!"
he said, shaking his head.

Brian blushed, a somewhat unfamiliar feeling for the overtly confident
boy. "No I mean... you make it like I'm either gonna cry cos you're just
that freakin' beautiful or... jizz in my pants cos you're just that fucking
sexy!"

"Well that's still disgusting..." Danny said with a nod, then gave a wry
grin, "But in a very sweet way! So come here so I can enjoy you before you
start... I dunno... leaking or whatever!"

Brian closed his eyes and shook his head, mildly infuriated by how own lack
of smoothness but glad Danny was still interested regardless of it. He
opened his eyes and moved in, leaning over Danny to kiss him briefly on the
lips before lowering his mouth onto the pale, smooth skin of his chest.

Danny's head lolled back as he lay letting Brian's mouth roam his body. He
made no attempt to do anything in return, choosing to simply enjoy the
feeling and let Brian go wherever he liked. He let out a gentle giggle as
he felt Brian's tongue circle his belly button a couple of times before
peppering his stomach with delicate kisses. When he felt the kissing stop
and fingers slide inside the waistband of his shorts and underwear, he
glanced down. Brian raised his eyebrows slightly, silently prompting him
for permission to proceed. Permission was granted eagerly within moments
from a very happy nod.

Brian yanked the shorts and boxers down, lifting Danny's legs to remove
them, pulling off his trainers and socks at the same time, leaving him
completely naked. Brian let one of the legs go but kept hold of the other,
planting a gentle kiss on the ankle. As Danny looked at him curiously, he
kissed again at the bottom of his shin. Danny realised what was happening
and just lay in nervous anticipation as he watched the older boy kiss his
way down the leg, torturously, teasingly and tantalisingly slowly.

Danny's cock was hard before he was naked, but by the time Brian's kisses
reached his knee his dick was throbbing in time with his pulse. Trembling
and whimpering, he lay flat on his back watching Brian's head move lower
and lower as the kisses continued to his inner thigh. "Oh shit," Danny
gasped as he felt Brian's tongue lick at his balls. It was not an entirely
new experience, their mouths intimately familiar with each other's cocks
and balls from their multiple gloryhole encounters but this... this
felt... new, exciting... intimate!

Danny's head suddenly raised as he gasped, "I want you to fuck me!"

Brian stood bolt upright and asked, "What?" Eyes wide, he stared at the
younger boy in shock.

Danny propped himself up on his elbows again, stared at Brian and
whispered, "Please!" He didn't understand it. He had never been fucked. He
hadn't even ventured into the wonderful world of fingering, that was
clearly more Mikey's thing, but then, in that moment, he wanted it, he
needed it. "Please!" he repeated, barely even a whisper this time,
spreading his legs as he said it.

"Are you sure?" Brian asked. His cock was already screaming at him to do
it, but his first instinct had always been to protect the boy. That had not
changed.

"Completely!" Danny insisted.

Brian nodded, then said, "Come with me!" Despite the invitation, he
actually gave Danny no choice about coming. He leaned down, grabbed him and
held him in a fireman's lift, carrying the boy across the room as he
playfully giggled. With his free arm, he opened a large cabinet and yanked
out the two dozen white lab coats hanging there, tossing them on the floor
to give them somewhere more comfortable to fuck, then gently placed Danny
down onto it.

Before joining him, he opened a large drawer near the door and pulled out a
condom packet and some lubricant.

"Does every classroom have one of those?" Danny sniggered. He was joking,
but this was Kingswood, so it wouldn't be that surprising.

"Sex Ed supplies!" Brian chuckled.

"Oh, that makes sense," Danny grinned. He looked at the condom in Brian's
hand and said, "I've never... been with anyone... if you wanted to... not
use that!"

Brian blushed again. How did Danny always make him blush? "Neither..." he
paused and puffed out his cheeks, exhaling slowly. "Neither have I!" he
confessed.

"Fuck off!" Danny said dismissively, shaking his head at Brian's mocking
until he quickly realised he meant it. "You serious?" Brian nodded. "How?"

Brian shrugged. "Just... never met someone I wanted to be my first!" he
admitted.

"You don't have to... ya know... do it, just because I asked!" Danny said
awkwardly.

"I'm not! I'm doing it because I... really, really want to!" Brian replied,
then tossed away the condom and said, "We'll skip that then!"

"Okay," Danny said, suddenly quite nervous.

"So have you... had... anything?" Brian asked. "Like, up there, I mean!" He
clarified, gulping as he nodded between Danny's legs.

"A thermometer once, but I was, like four!" Danny sniggered.

"Ugh, you're too cute," Brian said, shaking his head.

"I'd stop but I don't know how!" Danny said playfully, biting his lip as he
tilted his head coyly.

Brian knelt down in front of Danny as he squeezed some lube onto his
fingers. "I think it might be best if I... maybe start with something
smaller!" He placed the tip of his finger against Danny's hole and got a
slight gasp in response. "Babe, listen. If it hurts, just say stop. Any
time. I don't wanna hurt you!"

"I will!" Danny nodded. "Unnnh!" he groaned as he felt a finger slowly
slide inside him.

Brian knelt there, slowly working one finger in, finger fucking the boy
slowly for a couple of minutes before eventually adding a second. It got a
slight moan of what looked to be pain, but the happy mewing soon told him
the pleasure was also growing.

"You're doing great, Champ!" Brian encouraged him softly.

"I'm ready!" Danny insisted. "I can take it!" He watched as Brian stood and
pushed down his sweatpants, noting with a slight thrill the lack of
underwear. Watching the handsome fifteen-year-old stand over him, Danny
almost shot his load on the spot. He had seen Brian near-naked, he had seen
his impressive cock and hefty balls, but he had not seen the whole naked
package all at once and it was... majestic! "Oh fuck!" he gasped.

"I'm taking that as a compliment!" Brian chuckled. He squeezed some more
lube from the packet and stroked it onto his cock, watching excitedly as
Danny's eyes followed every movement of his hand. Stepping out of his
sweatpants, he knelt back down, grinning as Danny willingly pulled his legs
back to offer his hole. "I meant what I said, Shorty. If it hurts too much
we stop, okay?"

Danny nodded silently. Brian's dick was certainly larger than two fingers,
substantially so. Danny could feel his hole stretching a little more with
each gentle nudge Brian was making into him. He did his best to relax,
remembering the preparation they had done with Mikey to get him ready for
getting fucked by Nicky. As he did it, it seemed to catch Brian by surprise
and his next hard nudge slipped his cock a few inches into the
hole. "MOTHERFUCKER!" Danny screamed out.

Brian burst into laughter at the extreme profanity from the boy. After
getting over the initial shock, Danny laughed along too.

"Sorry, just... surprising!" Danny said shakily.

Brian pulled back, then returned to his slow pace, working back and forth
again as the boy got used to him. He had no idea if what he was doing was
right, but it felt good and Danny seemed to be enjoying it, without looking
to be in too much pain, so he took it as an indication he was doing
well. As he got closer to his full length sliding in, he could see Danny
wincing a little.

"Okay, you're in pain, we're stopping!" Brian insisted.

"No, please!" Danny begged, grabbing his hand. "This is... my first
time... but it's yours too... and ours, I suppose. Let's... make it count!"

Brian stared at the hand holding his own, then at the beautiful boy's
pleading face. "Okay," he agreed. "But maybe you need... a distraction!" He
leaned down and cupped his hand behind Danny's neck, pulling him up until
they could kiss again.

Danny looped both arms around Brian, while Brian's hands fell to the
ground, holding them up as he began to slowly fuck the boy. The distraction
certainly seemed to work... for both of them. Before they knew it, Brian
was sliding his full length in and out of the boy, alternating between
bursts of long, slow thrusts and hard, quick slams.

"I'm cumming, hun. I'm cumming!" Brian gasped as he felt his orgasm ready
to explode.

"Cum in me!" Danny whispered. It was a little unnecessary as Brian had
already started to do so, but the boys' words encouraged a few hard final
thrusts that pushed his orgasm from sensational to utterly mind-numbing.

They kissed some more between their heavy panting until Brian finally
pulled up, letting Danny lie back on the lab-coat bed. Still breathing
heavily, Brian reached down and gave the boy's desperately hard cock less
than a dozen strokes before it spurted a moderate load over his smooth
body. Throughout his orgasm, Danny kept his eyes fixed on the older boy,
unable to look away.

Brian collapsed to the boy's side and Danny eagerly nuzzled up against
him. He shook his head a little. "That was... fuck, it was... something!"
he mumbled dreamily.

Danny stared up at the light-speckled ceiling, grinned and said, "You
fucked me til I was seeing stars. That's a good thing, right?"

Brian burst into laughter, chuckling for several seconds before kissing
Danny's forehead playfully.

After several minutes, both fully recovered, Brian sat up and said, "We
should probably get cleaned up!" He glanced over at the clock and said,
"Chris might already be back!"

Danny nodded, grabbing his clothes and quickly pulling them on.

"Don't worry, I'll get tidied up in here if you need to go," Brian offered.

"It's okay, we made the mess together, we can clean up together," Danny
insisted, helping hang the lab coats back up.

They worked in silence for several moments. `You should say something!'
Danny thought to himself. `Tell him this was fun. No, that's stupid, he
knows it was fun, he was there! Tell him you think he's hot. Ugh, no,
lame. Tell him you love him. No, shut up penis, brain is talking! Tell
him... just tell him anything. Say anything. Literally anything!' "We
shouldn't tell Chris!" Danny said. `What? No!' he immediately thought. `I
know I said say anything, but I meant anything sane, you moron!'

"Or Joseph!" Brian replied.

`Fuck, he's ashamed. Of course he is. Look at him. He's like a Greek God in
sweatpants and you're... not!' Danny thought to himself. "Maybe we
just... don't tell anyone!?" Danny said, unclear from his tone whether it
was a request or a suggestion, at least offering Brian a way out if he
wanted it.

"Like it... never happened!?" Brian replied as a similar confusion of
comment and question.

`I knew it, he's ashamed. Fine, I get it, I understand, it's no big
deal. Don't cry you little wimp. I swear if you cry I'm singing baby Shark
at you for the next fifty years!' Danny thought furiously. "That's probably
for the best," he said with a nod, feeling tears welling up. "But yeah, I
should..." he stepped towards the door. "Ya know... see Chris!"

"Yeah, yeah, erm... see you... at the gloryhole, I guess!" Brian said with
an awkward grin.

"Ha, yeah," Danny forced a smile before he dashed out.

*****

"I mean... what the FUCK were you thinking?" Blane shouted furiously at his
little brother, the phone's speaker almost cutting out from the raised
volume. "Like a call from the school to say you've gone missing is what I
need right now? I mean, was that the plan? Are you actually trying to break
me because I swear, Chris, I am already this fucking close to it!"

"I'm sorry," Chris said weakly as he stared at his furious brother on the
screen.

"Did you even think how much this would worry your school... or me... or
anyone? Did you even think at all? I thought you were meant to be smarter
than this. You ARE smarter than this!" Blane continued.

Chris sniffed heavily. "Stop shouting at me!" he said back angrily, on the
verge of just hanging up the video call. "I just wanted to come home! I
didn't wanna cause any trouble, I just wanted to see mam and dad and Ash!"

Blane sighed and nodded gently. "I know. I know," he said softly. "I'm
sorry for shouting, I shouldn't be shouting at you, I know this is hard for
you!"

"Thanks," Chris said, calmed a little by his brother's calmness. "But it's
harder for you too. That's why I wanna come home. I just... I want to
help. I feel... so far away!" He began to cry again.

"Chrissy, come on, it's okay," Blane said comfortingly. "I know you want to
help, but... there's nothing you can do. Mam, dad and Aisling are all in
hospital and they're not even allowed visitors and if you were here, you'd
just be another mouth to feed and another person for Edward to pick up
after!"

Chris sniffed and wiped his cheeks. "I know, I just... it feels like I
should be there!" he explained.

"I'm glad you're not!" Blane said, sounding meaner than he intended. "I
just mean... it's not good out here, Chris. This virus is kicking our
arses! You seem to be in one of the few places that's actually got it under
control. Honestly, I'm shit-scared of what's gonna happen to the others,
but at least I get to know you're safe! That's really important to me right
now!"

"I guess," Chris said, seeing the logic.

"And besides, how could we ever take you away from that place? You're so
happy there!" Blane said with a huge grin. "You've always been the cheerful
one. I mean, you remember my emo phase?"

"Your hair was freakin' hilarious!" Chris sniggered.

"Yeah, I remember. And Finn's pretty much at that stage now, so you can
imagine the angst! But you... you were always so cheerful all the time, but
since you got to that school you've just... I dunno, you've gone from
cheerful to totally fucking manic. I've just never seen you as happy as you
are there!" Blane explained.

Chris nodded. "I love it, Blane. So much!"

"It shows," Blane nodded, glad the conversation had calmed. "You really
seem to have some great friends too."

"They're the best," Chris said happily.

"Good, then STAY with them!" Blane said, returning to the point of the
irate call. "You can't run away like that again, Chris. Promise me it won't
happen again!"

"Okay!" Chris said, rolling his eyes.

"No, say it!" Blane insisted, knowing his little brother's usual tricks.

"I promise!" Chris insisted.

"You promise what?" Blane demanded.

Chris huffed moodily and said, "Fine. I promise I won't try to run away
again..."

"Thank you!" Blane said sternly.

"But..." Chris quickly added. "ONLY if you promise to tell me if things get
worse and let me come home if they do!"

Blane nodded and said, "Fine. I promise to tell you if things get worse and
to let you come home if they do!" He knew he needed to say the whole
thing. "Now I gotta go, but I'll call you again later, just to check how
you're doing, okay?"

"You don't have to!" Chris insisted.

"I know, but I will anyway... and that's why I'm your favourite!" Blane
joked, knowing that the twins were by far his real favourite, but he always
said it anyway.

*****

"I don't know if we're doing it right!" Rob said, mostly just thinking
aloud.

"I think we are. I just don't think we're doing it enough!" Nicky replied
thoughtfully, rubbing his chin as his eyes narrowed.

"Hrr ufff!" Mikey added, though the balled-up sock in his mouth made it
somewhat hard to understand.

Nicky responded to the other boy by taking hold of his cock and giving it a
few playful strokes. He knew Mikey was close to cumming, even without him
being able to say so, but cumming was not the goal... or least not cumming
properly. Ever since they had learned about ruined orgasms at the Kinkswood
festival, it had been something they had discussed. Today those discussions
turned into experiments... with Mikey as the guinea pig.

"Mhhh mmmmh cuhhhh!" Mikey moaned into the makeshift gag. It had been put
in after his complaining, heckling and generally un-useful comments had
pissed the other two boys off a little too much. It had, in turn, pissed
off Mikey more, but at least now they didn't have to listen to him.

"Should we check on that?" Rob asked, gesturing to the gag. "He might
actually have something useful to say!"

Nicky looked at the restrained, naked boy as he sat in the chair between
himself and Rob, pulling at the bindings and mumbling incoherently into the
sock. "Well, is it useful?" he asked, pursing his lips. He was much more
used to playing with Mikey than Rob was and he had his doubts whether he
actually had something helpful to contribute. What made it most annoying
was just how much Mikey was playing up. Had they been alone, Mikey would
have doubtlessly been quiet, compliant and obedient, but with someone else
from the dorm present he seemed determined to still look tough.

Mikey nodded emphatically.

Nicky sighed and removed the school tie holding the sock in place and
pulled it out, the sock now soggy with saliva. He would have felt bad about
putting a used sock in, but based on his developing fetishes, he suspected
Mikey actually liked it. "Well?" he asked coldly.

"Fuck you both and fuck your mothers and fuck everyone you love!" Mikey
spat furiously. "Fucking untie me!"

Rob recoiled at the furious vitriol his dormmate was spouting. "TACO!" he
mumbled to himself, then smiled slightly. Although it was never really
spoken of, there definitely seemed to be a divide in the dorm, with Mikey,
Chris, Danny and Nicky forming one clique and the other four grouped
together by default. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but Rob it meant
Rob got to see Nicky and the others from outside perspective. TACO was an
acronym he had created along with Josh, James and David earlier in the year
when Mikey had been much more volatile and was a simple guide to help them
survive his tantrums. It stood for:

- Take cover - Avoid eye contact - Change the subject - Offer chocolate

It was surprisingly effective, although they had all agreed that they may
have to address the unfortunate side effects of making them crave tacos
while diminishing their dwindling chocolate supplies. This time it didn't
really prove that useful. He didn't really need to take cover as Mikey was
restrained, he had been avoiding eye contact already ever since Nicky
shoved the gag in, it was impossible to change the subject and alas,
chocolate supplies at the school had run dangerously low since visits home
had been suspended.

Seeing Rob's nervous reaction, Nicky shot him a reassuring smile then
leaned down to Mikey and whispered, "If you behave and start acting like a
good boy, I'll let you watch me suck my own dick again!"

Mikey let out a noise that would require the creation of three new letters
to put into writing, staring back at Nicky for a moment as he took a deep
breath. "Well come on then, you guys gonna finish this or not?" he asked,
his mood swinging sharply back to amenable.

Rob stared at Nicky and shook his head. "I swear you're a freaking wizard
or something!" he said, amazed.

"Yeah, and you should see his wand!" Mikey added, sniggering.

Nicky blushed a little but refused to let their plans be derailed any
longer. "Quiet, you!" he said sharply before looking to Rob. "I reckon we
just need to switch what we're doing. We keep stroking his dick, he'll just
cum properly. Let's try something else!"

"Like what?" Rob asked curiously.

"Yeah, like what?" Mikey asked, more worried than curious.

"You stay up top. He quite likes having his nipples played with," Nicky
suggested.

"Who doesn't!" Rob said, eyes flashing with excitement. His own nipples had
proven to be one of his own most erogenous areas, though that was something
only his mentor and best friend knew so far. He blushed a little at the
accidental revelation as Nicky smirked, looking him up and down.

"Well you do that. I'm going... down South!" Nicky sniggered, then slipped
two fingers into his mouth and dropped to his knees.

"Nicky... please..." Mikey stuttered. As if it wasn't bad enough having Rob
see him obey Nicky almost unquestioningly, now the other boy was going to
see him getting fingered too.

"Oh, he's begging for it. Nice!" Nicky sniggered.

"No, I wasn't!" Mikey said back, not wanting to appear argumentative and
miss out on the reward he had been promised, but desperate to avoid looking
submissive in front of Rob.

"Oh so you..." Nicky started, lowering his spit-soaked fingers and pressing
the tips against Mikey's hole as the boy hesitantly spread his legs, "Don't
want me to do this?" Nicky finished the question.

Mikey took a few deep breaths, groaning quietly. They had already been at
this for the best part of thirty minutes and, rather than giving him the
ruined orgasm they had intended, had only succeeded in edging him
instead. He wanted to cum, he needed it and right then he didn't care
whether it was ruined or not, his balls just needed release. That aside, he
just loved having Nicky inside him. Finger or dick, it didn't matter, both
felt great. "Hnnnh, just do it!" he moaned.

Rob had been watching the brief exchange. He knew Mikey and Nicky fooled
around together, the same way he knew both of them also played with Chris
and Danny, but actually seeing them together like this was a glimpse into
the world of the more sexually active other half of the dorm. Rob was
desperate to be released from chastity, still hoping that he might,
somehow, be released before the end of the school year and avoid spending
the Summer break without access to his cock, but it was looking
increasingly unlikely. Seeing the sort of fun that awaited him when he was
free was just making him want it even more.

As Rob moved behind Mikey and let his hands reach down to tease the boy's
nipples, Nicky pushed his fingers inside. Mikey's head lolled back as he
moaned from the dual pleasures, feeling it rest against Rob. Already pushed
to the edge and with thoughts of Nicky's dick in his own mouth, Mikey let
out a low guttural moan then declared, "I'm cumming!"

"Quick, stop!" Nicky yelped, yanking his fingers out and gesturing for Rob
to release his nipples.

They watched together as Mikey's dick twitched and spasmed its way through
what looked like a thoroughly non-ruined orgasm.

Nicky huffed as he stood up. "Well that was a failure," he grumbled.

Mikey panted. "Felt pretty successful to me!" he said with a slightly
dreamy grin.

"Ha ha," Nicky said unhappily.

"You're missing the bright side here," Rob said, grinning
mischievously. "This just means we get to try again!"

"Ooh!" Nicky said happily.

Mikey frowned and let out a disgruntled moan.

"And again... and again... and again," Rob teased, getting more moans from
Mikey as Nicky laughed.

*****

Chris let out a heavy sigh as he looked around the small room. It had been
months since he was last in the Temp Building and it brought back a real
mix of memories, not all good. On one hand, the two weeks he spent in one
of the isolation rooms with Danny had been a wonderful, exciting fortnight
full of laughter and sex and cuddles with his best friend in the entire
world. On the other hand, it had been the sight of his public humiliation
(and not the good kind) where his lies had been revealed and hurt the two
people at the school he cared about the most.

What struck him now was just how different the room felt being modified for
a single occupant. While physically not much had changed beyond the removal
of the second bed, it just felt different. Before it had been a room in
which he would spend two weeks with a friend, now it would just be
him... alone. It felt like a prison cell, a fitting punishment perhaps for
his idiotic attempt to return home.

He was shaken from his dreary thoughts by a knock at the door. Excitedly,
he called out, "Come in!"

The door opened and Gabe stepped into the room, closing the door behind
him. "Alright mate, how's it going?" he asked cheerfully.

Chris smiled at the sight of the young former student but blushed a little
too. Back at the Little Hempleton bus station, Chris had been an absolute
mess, barely able to string a sentence together through his tears at first
and then just too upset and embarrassed to really talk on the drive back to
school. "Hey Gabe, all good," he said, utterly unconvincingly.

"Mind if I hang out for a bit?" Gabe asked politely.

"Are you even allowed in here?" Chris asked curiously. "I thought I was in
quarantine!"

"You are!" Gabe answered. "And so am I!" he added.

"Oh, duh, sorry..." Chris apologised meekly. "I've been so caught up
in... me... I forgot you left the school too!"

"Yup. Out into the world. Big infection risk. But on the bright side, I get
two weeks off work!" Gabe chuckled. He sat down at the foot of the bed.

Chris sniggered. "I guess so!" he said with a nod, then frowned and asked,
"Wait, how come... it was that came get me? I thought it'd be, like... I
dunno, Mr Trent or something!"

The young man shook his head. "They knew whoever left school grounds'd have
to go into isolation again and it's a LOT harder to cover a teacher's job
than a... lowly kitchen worker!" Gabe explained. "Also, when I heard it was
you, I volunteered to go. Figured it might be a little easier for you if it
was someone you at least know a little bit!"

Chris smiled. "Yeah, that helped!" he nodded gently. "I'm sorry... I put
you at risk of infection, just cos I did something stupid!"

Gabe shrugged. "To be fair, you had virtually no contact with anyone, and I
had even less than that, so I don't see any real risk, but I appreciate the
apology. And besides, I don't think it was stupid!"

"Really?" Chris asked, looking genuinely surprised.

"Oh, now, well obviously your PLAN was stupid," Gabe said with a snigger,
"But overall you were pretty brave. When I was in Year 7, I wouldn't have
even made it half way to Little Hempleton before I chickened out and came
back!"

Chris smiled proudly and said, "Thanks!" Suddenly his face dropped and he
declared, "Oh my God, Casey's gonna hate me!"

Casey was one of the other students Chris had spent the week with back
during the half-term break when he first met Gabe. Gabe had been mentor to
the boy who mentored Casey, making him what the students liked to playfully
refer to as his Grand-mentor. Despite now being staff at the school rather
than a student, Gabe had entered into a relationship with the
now-seventeen-year-old - one that, while not illegal, was definitely
against school rules. Though they had not announced their coupling to the
boys they shared the half-term break with, they had all known.

"If you're stuck in here for two weeks, you're not gonna get to... do stuff
with him! Chris said, feeling guilty.

"Relax, bud. He's fine. When I told him where I was going, all he cared
about was making sure you were okay!" Gabe explained. "He likes you as much
as I do!"

"That's sweet, but still... two weeks without sex, YOU'RE gonna hate me by
the end!" Chris chuckled.

Gabe shook his head. "I forgot how much you get used to constant sex when
you go here," he said with a wry grin. "Trust me, live out in the real
world and you'll know two weeks is no big deal!"

They chatted for a little while longer until Chris got a message to say he
had a visitor waiting for him. He headed out of the room and bid Gabe
goodbye before heading into the visitors' room. As he walked in he saw
Danny stood with his arms folded and face screwed up angrily. Thankfully,
Danny was on the opposite side of the plexiglass wall that separated the
visitor and quarantine sides of the room.

"Please don't be here to shout at me," Chris said pleadingly. "I've already
had a lecture from Mr Trent and Blane screaming at me!" he explained as he
moved closer to the clear wall.

Danny rolled his eyes and shook his head. "I'm not gonna shout at you," he
said, taking a breath. "But be glad this wall is here, or I'd be kicking
your arse right now!"

"Hnnh, you could try!" Chris sniggered.

Danny's nostrils flared and Chris was flinched a little at the obvious
rage. "Okay, okay, sorry. You'd totally be kicking my arse!" he conceded,
hoping to placate his friend.

As Danny stood glaring, he could actually see Chris shrinking away from his
withering stare and within moments his anger broke and gave way to
sympathy. Shaking his head he pulled up a comfy chair and flopped into
it. Cautiously, Chris did the same on his own side.

"Can't believe you actually tried to get home!" Danny said, shaking his
head.

Chris felt a little foolish now, but it had seemed like a good idea at the
time. He shrugged and said, "Got as far as Little Hempleton before some old
wanker turned me in!"

"Yeah, Brian said that was where they found you," Danny smirked, but then
his frown returned as he asked, "Why didn't you tell me where you were
going? Or that you were even leaving at all?"

"If I had, would you have stopped me?" Chris asked in return.

Danny nodded. "Well yeah, obviously!"

"And that's why I didn't tell you!" Chris said a slight smirk.

Danny's eyes narrowed. "You remind me of Brian sometimes!" he mumbled.

"What?" Chris asked, the quiet comment not carrying well through the
speaker system that allowed the two sides to talk.

"Nothing. Never mind," Danny said, not wanting to think about Chris'
mentor... or his body... or those lips that felt so... gentle... or his
dick... that felt so... NOT gentle... or... He shook his head, keeping his
focus on Chris. He thought for a moment and asked, "Do you know how worried
we all were?"

"I know, I know. I've had the lecture, I know!" Chris said, shaking his
head. "It was stupid and it was selfish and it was inconsiderate..."

"And it was... totally understandable!" Danny said, surprising Chris a
little. He tilted his head sympathetically and said, "If it had been me,
and it was my parents that were sick, I probably would have done the exact
same thing!

Chris shook his head. "No. No, you would have told me!" he insisted. "You
do that. You... tell me everything but I just keep... keeping secrets from
you. I'm not a good friend!"

Danny flinched a little at the comment and thought, `Brian fucked me in the
science lab! No, YOUR MENTOR fucked me in the science lab! Wait no, YOUR
MENTOR fucked me in the science lab WHILE I was meant to be worrying about
you!' He shook his head. "You're not a bad friend!" Danny insisted. "You've
just... made some bad decisions, that's all! Everyone does now and then"

"You don't make bad decisions!" Chris said back. "You always do the right
thing."

"Yeah, I'm not perfect!" Danny insisted. `Mentor fucker, mentor fucker,
mentor fucker, mentor fucker!' he thought over and over in his head, like a
bad-friend siren silently trying to alert Chris. He wanted to say
something, maybe something more eloquent than `mentor fucker' but he
couldn't bring himself to do it. If Brian didn't want anyone to know, Danny
would respect that. "You know you wouldn't be able to see them if you went
home anyway, right? Your mum and dad, I mean!"

"I do, but... it's not them I'm worried about so much," Chris explained. "I
mean, yeah, obviously I'm worried, cos they're me mam and dad, but... you
know they were never really around much. Aisling and Blane are more like
parents to the rest of us half the time, so with Aisling sick, Blane's all
on his own!" He sniffed a little. He tended to get quite emotional talking
about his siblings on a normal day. With everything that was happening, it
was understandable that it would affect him hard.

Danny chuckled, getting a slightly annoyed look from Chris. "Sorry," he
apologised, "It's just... I know your family, not personally, but just from
the amount you talk about them. It's basically a family of YOU! I mean,
sure, Blane's like the hot you you'll become ten years from now and the
twins are the cute you that you probably were a few years back..."

"Ouch," Chris sniggered at the playful jibes, "But go on..."

"But they're all... just like you. If you say Aisling and Blane raised you
all, then they did a fucking good job cos you're awesome, which means they
probably all are too, which means Blane is so totally not on his own!"
Danny explained.

"Guess I hadn't thought of it that way," Chris said, smiling meekly. "I
s'pose you're right. Now we just have one major problem to address!"

"What's that?" Danny asked nervously, wondering if he somehow knew about
Brian.

"That's twice now you've referred to Blane as hot," Chris said looking
serious for a moment before he sniggered. "Do I need to be worried?"

Danny laughed awkwardly. "Don't worry, I have no intention of sleeping with
your brother!" he insisted, then thought to himself, `Just your mentor!'

"Speaking of sleeping," Chris said, looking a little nervous. "I... might
need to give you a call later, around bed time..."

Danny's eyes widened as the request slowly sunk in. "Oh, fuck. I hadn't
even thought of that," he said, shaking his head. Chris had always
struggled to sleep just in his own bed, always needing company to stave off
unpleasant dreams. Being in quarantine meant not just a bed to himself, but
a whole room! "Hey, I'll erm... I'll be right back," he said, standing to
head to the door.

"Oh, okay," Chris said, looking a little surprised and upset by the sudden
departure.

Danny left the room and headed back to the entrance where Mr Trent was
waiting for him.

"Everything okay?" the teacher asked, looking at the approaching boy. "That
was quicker than I thought!"

"You have to let me stay!" Danny insisted.

"Sure, stay as long as you need," Mr Trent said casually, unsure why the
conversation was even needed. He had told Danny he could visit for as long
as he wanted today.

"No, I mean... stay here, in quarantine, with Chris!" Danny explained.

"Woah, no chance," Mr Trent said, standing up as he realised what was now
being asked. "No way we're putting you at risk of infection just because
you want to hang out with your friend."

"That's not why!" Danny said, mildly offended. "Sir, Chris... has this
issue."

"Someone in one-oh-one with an issue, imagine my surprise!" Mr Trent
mumbled to himself. Holding back a smirk, he asked, "Sorry, what issue?"

"He's... I wanna say scared to be alone, but it's stronger than that. He
just... he can't handle it. Like, he's proper terrified of being on his
own. He can't even sleep in his own bed without having nightmares!" Danny
explained. He felt bad telling someone about it. After all the times he had
tried to nag Chris into speaking to a teacher or Dr Arkwright about his
issues, it felt a little like a betrayal to be doing it without his
agreement. "Sir, two weeks on his own in here... it'll break him!"

Mr Trent nodded gently as he mulled over the information. "How long's this
been going on?" he asked, clearly concerned.

Danny glanced at the man then looked away awkwardly.

"All year?" Mr Trent asked, getting a nod from the boy. He sighed and said,
"Okay, it's definitely an issue and it's one we can deal with, but the
solution is NOT to just put you at risk of exposure to Covid. We can
arrange support for Chris, get some advice from Dr Arkwright, he'll be
okay!"

Danny wanted to argue back, but as he looked past Mr Trent, he saw Joseph
and Brian approaching, presumably intending to visit Chris too. He couldn't
see Brian again, not yet and certainly not with Chris AND Joseph around, so
he acted without thinking. He snatched Mr Trent's clip-on ID card from his
chest, turned and ran to the door through to the quarantine area. He was
through the door and into Chris' side of the visitors' room before the
teacher could catch him.

"What are you doing?" Chris asked, seeing Danny appear on his side of the
quarantine line.

A furious Mr Trent appeared on the other side of the plexiglass
wall. "Dammit Danny!" he barked angrily. "What the hell are you thinking?"

"Too late to go back now. I've gotta stay in quarantine, right?" Danny
asked, knowing how much trouble he would be in, from both the school and
his parents, but he didn't care. He needed to be there for Chris.

Mr Trent just glared furiously for a few moments until Joseph and Brian
tentatively peeked through the door.

"Sir, we're here to..." Joseph started, then saw Danny stood with
Chris. "Think you took a wrong turn, mate!" he joked, looking at the two
boys together.

"Not funny!" Mr Trent snapped angrily at the new arrivals.

As Brian stepped into the room, he smiled at Chris then glanced briefly at
Danny who immediately dropped his gaze to the floor.

"Nobody else... do anything stupid, okay. I have to go and report this!" Mr
Trent said, taking all of his willpower not to totally rip into the
reckless boy.

"Mate, what the hell?" Joseph asked as he and Brian moved further into the
room.

Danny shrugged, trying to look casual as he said, "I just figured it was
time for Chris and Danny's Lockdown Adventure: the sequel!"


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For my other stories, please see links below:



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

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

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

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


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

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

Half-Term at Kingswood - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/half-term-at-kingswood/


Other Series
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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