Date: Fri, 10 Nov 2023 20:29:42 +0000 From: Matt Smith Subject: The Kingswood Effect - Chapter 40 Author's Note – This is book three of the Kingswood Saga. Check out Tales from Kingswood and The Kingswood Eight to find out what has happened previously. Thank you all for the ongoing support and feedback. If you have any questions or comments, my email is always open at matterotica@hotmail.co.uk. Alternatively, I can be found on patreon where I also post my stories, along with bonus content and exclusives, at patreon.com/matterotica Finally, Nifty is a wonderful site that has been home to my writing for over a decade. Please consider a donation to help support it - http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html --------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Kingswood Effect -------------------- Chapter 40 ---------- Tuesday 7 June 2022 "Nothing good ever happens after midnight!" It was a famous saying, said by... somebody... sometime... probably! It was often quoted on the second day of Kinkswood, following the party on the first night. It was commonly spoken by the students facing hangovers and vague memories of embarrassing actions. Of course, that was still several hours away. The clock had just struck midnight and the Kinkswood party was still very much in full swing. The Kingswood Underground's main atrium always bore a light musk of teenage bodies and sex, but never more-so than in that particular moment. The crowd of naked, sweaty revellers was a few hours into the Kinkswood celebration with the more sexually-inclined party-goers having endured `round one' as they called it (i.e. first orgasms of the night) now heading eagerly into `round two'. With inhibitions lowered, limits pushed and a total lack of adult supervision, it was bound to get messy, hence the phrase... nothing good ever happens after midnight! Rob had never heard the phrase himself, nor would he agree with it if he did. For him, very good things were happening. To say the previous day had been a rollercoaster of emotions was an understatement. He had started the day in an emotionally-confusing state with Luke over their recent issues. Things had then taken a nose-dive after they let Jazz in on their problems, making it look like break-up was inevitable. Yet the day had been saved by Josh's smuggled vodka. The alcohol had emboldened Rob to actually speak what he was feeling for once when he had stated matter-of-factly to Luke and Rob that he simply would not accept them breaking up. It had been a powerful and emotional moment... right up the point where the sudden heavy intake of booze had resulted in a sudden heavy outflowing of bodily fluids! He had thrown up as if possessed by Satan himself, somehow managing to extrude more than it seemed the human body was capable of containing. Luke had cleaned up, while Jazz looked after Rob, though there was little he could do besides stroking his back while offering him water and tissues. After finding new reserves of vomit (thankfully this time contained by the toilet bowl), Rob was finally empty and had been taken back to Luke's dorm. There he had fallen asleep nestled happily between his two boyfriends for the best part of two hours. "Oh my god, he's alive!" Jazz giggled as Rob began to stir a little after midnight. "Hey," Rob said happily as he looked up to see the other two smiling at him. He let out a happy mew as he felt Luke's hand stroking his arm and Jazz's fingers playfully teasing his hair. He stretched out for a moment and sat up. "Oh, I thought hangovers were meant to be bad! I feel fine!" he said, sounding surprised. "Yeah, I think you'll be dodging that particular bullet," Luke said with a nod. "I think your whole... thing," he said, miming throwing up, "Was more about drinking too quickly rather than too much!" "Yeah, I did chug a fair bit before I came up here!" Rob said, blushing. "And we're glad you did," Jazz smirked. "That speech was epic and hilarious and I wish I'd recorded it!" "I know right," Luke agreed. "I OBJECT!" is now going to be what I say instead of `no'. Freaking hilarious!" "You're both bastards and I wanna break-up!" Rob pouted at the teasing. "I object!" Jazz and Luke said in unison before bursting into giggles. "Yeah, I walked into that one," Rob admitted. "What time is it?" "Just gone midnight," Luke replied. "I missed most of the party!" Rob pouted. "You really didn't!" Luke smirked. "It goes LATE. You guys wanna go back down?" he asked, looking from Rob to Jazz. "Only if you're coming with us!" Rob replied, staring back. Luke looked thoughtful and serious for a moment before he grinned and said, "I guess I need to make more of those `amazing moments' you screamed at me about, so... sure, why not!" As Jazz sniggered at the slight tease, Rob started climbing off the bed. "Should I expect literally every word you guys say for the rest of the night to be teasing over what I said?" "Oh, yes, absolutely!" Jazz said, grinning wickedly. "Maybe even for the rest of the term!" Luke added, getting a snort of laughter from Jazz. The three boys headed out of the dorm and made their way down to the Underground via the shower room entrance, the sounds of the party slowly growing as they got deeper below the surface. As Jazz headed off to the dressing room his dorm had been using, Luke followed Rob inside. They stopped as they got into the room, spotting the body on the sofa. They moved round and saw it was Mark, snoring loudly as he laid face down hanging over the edge, a bucket in front of him, presumably in case of vomiting. "Now he's definitely NOT avoiding a hangover!" Luke said after checking to make sure the unconscious boy actually was okay. "Wonder how much of this went his way," Rob said, holding up one of the empty bottles. "Jesus, three bottles!" Luke exclaimed. "My dorm only had one and we were a mess!" Rob chuckled. "So it really is a tradition. I figured Josh just made that up as an excuse!" he said with a grin as he started to undress. As Luke began to remove his clothing too, Rob sighed slightly and said, "Look, I know you'll probably tease me more just for bringing it up, but what I said earlier..." he paused as Luke stopped what he was doing and stared back. "I know it's not as easy as me just saying `get over it' and honestly, I'm not totally over it myself, but..." "We'll get there!" Luke interjected. "I'm just... happy knowing that you WANT to!" Rob nodded after pulling his t-shirt off. "I know we're not one of those big flashy `look what an amazing couple we are' type couples who make the big, public show of everything, but... you DO know how much I love you, don't you?" "Yeah, almost as much as I love you!" Luke said back with a smile. "I'm so glad I won you!" he added, referring to the original bet he had made, when a night with Rob had been the prize. "Yeah, me too," Rob replied. "Now let's go grab Jazz and make a big public show of what an amazing couple we are!" he joked. ***** "I think I like it more than The Milker!" Chris shouted in Danny's ear as they swayed around the dance floor together, though it was now the site of a lot less dancing and a lot more touching, wanking, sucking, rimming and a few other acts even Danny and Chris didn't know the name of yet! "Well the vac-bed's never been the cause of you spending three months in chastity, which has gotta give it a leg-up on your list of favourite things," Danny replied with a grin. "Too soon!" Chris scowled, though it quickly turned into a bemused grin. "Think they'd fit one on our bunk?" he asked, eye flashing wildly. He had experienced the vac-bed earlier in the evening, having been suctioned down into place and utterly unable to move as unseen people touched and teased him. "Hnnh, maybe," Danny replied, though the question spun his thoughts off on a wild tangent. `Our bunk' was a weird concept, considering they were just friends, but for the past two years their bunk beds had been pushed together to form one large bed that they shared. Back in Year 7, sharing a bed had been the cause of Chris' break-up with Kyle (although accidentally streaming themselves having sex to the whole of Year 7 had also played a part). In Year 8, it had been less of an issue. Chris had been dating Mikey and Nicky, who slept on the bunks right above them and often treated Danny like he was part of their relationship anyway, so having Chris share a bed with him was no big deal. Recently though, Chris had started dating Mark and while nothing had been said about them sharing a bed, Danny knew it had to be a little weird for the dorm's newest member. That feeling was only heightened by something Mark had drunkenly stated a couple of hours earlier, "I love him so much but we won't last because he loves you way more than me!" Mark had passed out not long after and Danny had left him sleeping on the sofa as he returned to the party. It was not the first time someone had made a comment of that nature. Since their first week at the school people had assumed he and Chris were a couple. `We're just friends' had basically been Danny's Year 7 mantra, but that was always just hints, suggestions, intimations, hearsay. Now, to hear Chris' own boyfriend and one of his closest friends in the dorm openly state Chris loved Danny, that felt... different. It was so much more real and palpable. Danny had returned to the vac-bed room in time to meet up with Chris who was just being released from it. Since then, the two had been wandering the party together, exploring the rooms with different sexual activities and kinks on show before eventually finding their way back to the atrium to hang out, dance and generally look for fun. "Can you believe it's been... however many hours and neither of us have been up on there yet?" Chris asked, gesturing to the stage that was now home to the veritable orgy that their mentors had warned the party would become. "I only get naked on stage when I'm not supposed to," Danny joked, referring to the multiple times had ended up exposed to the whole school, more times than he could remember. "Maybe you shoulda drunk more. I bet drunk Danny's horny AND stupid!" Chris giggled. "Sober Danny's already horny and stupid," Danny replied. "Besides, after seeing the state your boyfriend was in, I'm in no rush to drink!" Chris laughed but then looked in the vague direction of the room Mark was sleeping in and said, "D'ya think we need to check on him again?" "Nah, no need," Danny said dismissively. "Just saw Rob come out of there. Pretty sure he wouldn't just be hooking up with his boyfriends if there was a dead Mark on the sofa!" "Rob's with Luke and Jazz?" Chris asked, suddenly looking around. He spotted the three teens together. Though they were masked, Jazz was easy to spot as one of the few non-white boys in their year. The three of them were making out next to the stage. "Yay, I was worried about them. D'ya know what's been going on with `em?" "Yeah," Danny nodded, "But... can't really say!" He smiled at the happy-looking throuple and said, "It looks like they're gonna be okay though. Good thing too. Not sure how many more break-ups we can manage at the moment." "I know!" Chris nodded. "D'ya hear what happened by the dark room?" As Danny shook his head, Chris explained, "Turns out Adey and Kyle were both in there and started making out and getting off together before one of them spoke and they realised who they were with. Ended up in ANOTHER huge argument! I heard some of the year thirteens had to go in and break them up!" Danny let out a moan. Aside from feeling partly responsible for the couple splitting up, the two boys had been his roleplay partners for quite some time, as well as being his closest friends outside of the dorm. "I miss hanging out with them," Danny said sadly. "Aww, c'mere," Chris said as he pulled Danny into a hug. "Is this actually for me or did you just want an excuse to squish your dick against mine?" Danny asked as held on tightly. "Think of it as multitasking," Chris replied with a giggle. They remained stood together, bodies pressed against each other as the party continued on around them. `He loves you way more than me!' rang through Danny's head over and over. "Hey," Chris said suddenly. "I know Rob's over there and Mark's unconscious, but... you seen any of the others?" Danny looked round thoughtfully for a moment then shrugged and said, "Maybe they went to bed already!" before nuzzling back against Chris. ***** "Have you no self-control?" Why did James have to ask that? Why those words? Of all the things he could say, why those? James had said it to him earlier in the night after a drunken flirtation. Josh had bounced back and forth between irrationally angry and painfully sad ever since his former dormmate had said it. `Self-control' had been the basis of Josh's punishment and meetings with Mr Rudd, after being caught pleasuring himself outside the school's gym. Josh had developed feelings for the teacher which had grown stronger and stronger the more time they spent together... until the teacher had abruptly ended it a couple of weeks earlier. To say Josh had been distraught was an understatement and while he had certainly not moved on yet, he was at least starting to feel a little better... until James asked that damn question. Josh had tried to drown his sorrow by chugging more of the vodka he had smuggled in, but he had seen first-hand during his younger days what excessive consumption could cause and wanted to avoid the debilitating hangovers he had seen his brothers endure (and subsequently take out on him!) But still, he had easily consumed more than enough to make him drunk, which only helped confuse his distressed mental state even more. Wandering the party in search of anything to either distract him or make him feel better, he had ended up in the `wrestling room', where some of the party-goers were taking part in oil wrestling, though it seemed it was more foreplay than sport. He had been content to watch, hearing Mr Rudd's praise of his recent avoidance of violence in his head every time he considered putting his name down for a fight, but as one match ended and the organiser called out, "Josh Williams!" he jumped to his feet before questioning how his name was even on the list. "And Mikey Corbyn!" the organiser finished. Josh looked round to see Mikey stand up. He had no idea how long he had been there, or that his dormmate had volunteered them to take part. "Come on fuckwit!" Mikey said as he headed for the fight area, already slick with oil. "Mikey, I don't wanna fight!" Josh said weakly. "Too fucking bad, cos we are!" Mikey growled. Josh frowned at him and asked, "Are you okay?" "Just shut up and fight!" Mikey snarled back. After a quick description of the rules, which neither of them really heard, Josh was left with no choice as Mikey lunged at him. Unlike their previous fights that had consisted of punches, kicks and altogether more brutal strikes, being naked and with baby oil being squirted over them it became much more of a grapple, both trying to get hold of the other only to keep slipping away. "Just stay down and let me win!" Mikey snarled angrily. Still not fully in it, Josh actually did as he was told and let Mikey pin him, ending their match as the crowd cheered. "Ugh, you suck!" Mikey groaned as they stood up. "I need to hit something properly!" he said before hurrying out, leaving Josh slippery and bewildered. That had been half an hour ago. Leaving the wrestling room, Josh realised he needed to clean off and headed to one of the many shower rooms. The moment he felt the warm spray, he was taken back to Mr Rudd again. So many of their meetings had involved or started with a shower – sometimes alone, sometimes supervised and a few times together! By the time he was clean, the hunky teacher was all Josh could think about, to the point where his cock was ramrod stiff. Emboldened by both the booze and the atmosphere, he had masturbated openly, unbothered by the two other boys watching and not even interested when one of them started wanking too. As he shot his load, hoping the post-orgasm comedown would clear the teacher from his head, he just found himself thinking about him even more. Sometimes, after cumming, Mr Rudd would just hold him. He wanted that now. He NEEDED it. And so a decision was made – he would go and get it. After getting dressed and giving the sleeping Mark a quick check and kiss on the cheek, he headed back upstairs before carefully sneaking his way out of the building. He had stopped halfway to the Teachers' Building, deliberating whether what he was considering was even a good idea, but eventually managed to convince himself it was and continued on. He had been into the building once before, coming over with Chris to look at the birthday gift Blane had got him that he kept in his big brother's room for fear of it getting damaged in the dorm. While he had not seen exactly where Mr Rudd lived, he knew the front entrance housed pigeon-holes for post for the building's occupants, with the name-tags also showing room numbers. As he got inside, he looked back and forth along the rows until he spotted `Maxwell Rudd' then rushed off towards the designated room. He didn't knock when he got there, he just tried the door and thankfully found it opened for him. Creeping inside, he was glad to see the small apartment had basically the same layout as Blane's, making it much easier to find the bedroom that he also crept into silently. He could hear heavy breathing, not quite snoring but also not quite not-snoring, coming from the bed and quietly walked over. The half-moon shining in through the window didn't provide much light, but cast a faint glowing outline of the sleeping man's body. The bulge of his biceps, the curve of his ample pectorals, bearing the slight covering of neatly-trimmed hair, the shape of his jaw, all of it looked radiant in the faint moonlight. Josh pulled off his shoes as quietly as he could and stood nervously as he watched the sleeping teacher. He had come far, but it was still possible to turn around and leave. Worried he might actually take that option, he reached out to grab the covers down at the man's waist and lifted them before climbing into the bed next to him. Mr Rudd stirred for a moment then jumped as he felt the body beside him. "What... who... what..." he mumbled as consciousness returned. "Daddy!" Josh whispered. "Josh, what are you doing here?" Mr Rudd demanded, not sounding annoyed but certainly not happy either. "Are you okay?" "I miss you so much!" Josh said, sniffling heavily. "Josh, you're not allowed to be here!" Mr Rudd insisted. "Please," Josh pleaded, but no other words followed as he began to cry. Mr Rudd huffed, muttered, "Fuck!" and took hold of the boy. ***** Danny wasn't sure where the handcuffs had come from, but he had let Chris cuff his hands behind his back, simply because it was fun. He should have expected it wouldn't stop there and before he knew it, Chris was behind him, kissing at his neck, back and shoulders as his hands reached round to caress his muscled torso, keeping his entire front... and the inevitable erection, on show to the other partygoers. Danny had soon found himself on the receiving end of a lot of attention, though most was just fleeting touches, brief wanks and occasional kisses, enough to keep him excited and aroused but definitely not enough to cum. "Come on, it's stage time!" Chris eventually instructed, dragging Danny along towards the stage. He very unceremoniously tipped Danny forward to lie face down on the stage before lifting his legs to tip him on fully before jumping up himself. Danny clambered to his feet with Chris' assistance and looked out over the now thinner crowd, many of the boys either going off to explore the playrooms or retiring for the night. "I'm gonna fuck you in front of ALL these people!" Chris growled in his ear. "Oh no, please, don't!" Danny said flatly in a sarcastic show of fake resistance. "I've got a really stupid idea!" Chris said as he moved towards the side of the stage. He positioned Danny ahead of him then pushed him down onto his knees, kneeling behind him. Keeping one arm around the restrained boy, he spat onto his hand and reached down to lubricate Danny's butt as best he could before spitting in his hand again to stroke his own rigid dick. "What are you doing?" Danny asked, but the only answer he got was the penis pushing gently into him. Despite Chris' eagerness, he seemed to know that the improvised lubrication might make things a little less smooth than usual and took his time entering. Danny leaned back against Chris, his eyes fluttering closed as he felt the arm tighten around him and lips biting at his neck and shoulder. He remained happily in position for a couple of minutes as Chris worked his way in, happily ignoring the masked students before him, some of whom were very much enjoying the sight of Danny's straining torso and bobbing erection. "Don't worry, I won't let go!" Chris suddenly whispered. "Of what?" Danny asked but suddenly found himself toppling forward off the stage. He let out a yell of surprise that drew even more attention their way. Somehow, he stopped. He realised Chris was holding both of his wrists and leaning back to keep him from falling any further. It was a disorienting and scary position to find himself in, hanging over the side of the stage, but hearing what Chris had said, knowing it was him back there, Danny still felt safe. "ANYONE FOR A BLOW JOB?" Chris screamed out over the music. Danny suddenly realised the intent as he felt Chris let him lower just a little further and found himself staring at the crotch of a stranger. He opened his mouth compliantly as a semi-hard dick approached it, quickly sucking it to full firmness as he felt Chris fucking him as much as he could without losing his grip. The penis in Danny's mouth was soon replaced by another, but positioned as he was he had no idea who either of them belonged to, not that he would have been able to tell with the masks on anyway. As he started sucking on a third dick, though it was distinctly possible it was just the first guy again, he felt hands grasping at his shoulders, helping to hold him up. It took a little strain off his shoulders which was a welcome relief. Hanging in such a precarious position, constantly facing a series of eager boners and with the music still thumping around them, Danny began to feel a little dizzy, though not in an alarming way. Giddy would probably be a more accurate description. Being made a spectacle, even in a room full of horny naked teens was exciting, but doing it with Chris just seemed to elevate it to whole new level. Danny had no idea how long he had been in place, nor how many dicks had found their way into his mouth, though only one had actually ejaculated, much to his disappointment. It was only when he felt a throbbing in his butt followed by the familiar warmth of spunk inside him that he really came back to any kind of conscious thought. The sea of bodies around Danny pulled away, the show apparently over. Suddenly, Danny was falling again, though this time nobody caught him. He toppled completely off the stage and onto the ground below with a thud, followed an instant later by Chris who landed on top of him. Still feeling Chris' hand gripping him, he heard, "Well I said I wouldn't let go! Are you okay?" "Never better," Danny groaned. "But I'm okay. You're not hurt are you?" "Only my pride. Well... if I had any!" Chris joked before they both burst into hysterical laughter as students gathered around to help them up, seemingly relieved the two show-offs were not hurt. ***** "So why exactly aren't you two a couple?" That was the question that had started the whole conversation. Joseph, Brian and Evan had been sat in one of the quieter areas of the party drinking and chatting when David and James had walked by. Having been recognised by his mentor, Evan, David was invited to join them at their table. James had started off complaining that the masks were pointless, especially for people like David who was easily identifiable if only for his brightly-coloured hair that was now a vivid blue. From there, Evan had asked the awkward question about their relationship status. "Well why aren't you two a couple?" James asked back pointedly, gesturing to Evan and Joseph. "Don't be flippant," Evan had admonished the boy. "I wasn't trying to be funny and David, I know things with Rose were... quite recent, but come on... I saw you two getting off together on the dance floor earlier. Plus you're so alike!" "We're not that much alike!" David insisted. "Oh sure," Joseph said sarcastically. "You're as different as night and a different but basically identical night!" "Whatever," James said with a dismissive shrug. "We probably would be a couple if I wasn't for the gap, but it's there, so we're not!" He looked to David who nodded back. "Right, cos you're a whole two months older. That's just too much!" Evan said with a smirk. James rolled his eyes and huffed while David smirked, knowing his mentor was deliberately teasing now. "Not the age gap, the YEAR gap. I'm in year eleven, he's in year nine!" James said, clearly frustrated. "Right," Brian nodded. "I totally get it. I mean... that commute from first floor to second floor, that's a killer. Long-distance relationships never work!" "Danny's clearly not with you for your humour!" James said grumpily, getting a laugh from Joseph who punched Brian playfully in the arm. "But you're half right about the distance!" The older boys exchanged curious glances before Evan spoke for them and said, "Okay, go on..." "Look, relationships are terrible anyway," James started. "They all end eventually, either from death or break-up!" "Fuck me, there's a cheery thought!" Joseph muttered. James scowled at the interruption and continued, "But at a place like this, you get with someone here and come the end of year thirteen, you're probably gonna end up breaking up cos you're going to different Unis or whatever. But then it's even worse if you're in different years!" Brian shifted a little in his seat, knowing where this was going. "Let's say me and David DID get together," James mused. "Skip forward two years and I'm facing the end of year thirteen. I'm going off to Oxford while David's getting ready to start year twelve. We either break up, which would suck, or we stay together and spend two years never seeing each other, which would suck. Neither's a good option. If that sort of thing COULD work, David would probably still be with Rose!" "Or me with Ian," Joseph pouted slightly. "Wow, I'm so glad I asked you to join us," Evan said sarcastically. With James' explanation over, Joseph and David both looked depressed over the reminder of their break-ups while Brian looked distinctly pale as the conversation ran over and over in his head. ***** "Orange! ORANGE!" Mikey was really starting to hate that word. He had found his way into one of the playrooms that had been dubbed `the pain room' and watched with rapt attention as occasional volunteers were chained in place before finding themselves subjected to a barrage of slaps, whips and strikes from various implements. Like most of the boys in the room, he had been offered a turn with the tools and the moment he got the flogger in hand, all of his aggression had come pouring out. He had been warned once early on not to be too hard, as it risked doing serious injury as well as ruining the fun, so he had reined it back, but only a little. The boy now being released was the third in a row who had called out the party's safety word thanks to Mikey's particularly harsh strikes, the last of which had once again crossed over the line into unacceptable. "Yeah, I think you're done here," an older student who towered over Mikey said, snatching the flogger out of his hand. "It's not my fault they can't handle a tiny bit of pain!" Mikey retorted, not even slightly intimidated by the teen who dwarfed him. "Tiny bit?" the boy being released scoffed. "I'd like to see you try it and then say it's only a `tiny bit', ya dickhead!" "Fine. Chain me up, you pussies!" Mikey snarled back. Suddenly the whole room perked up. To say Mikey's aggression had brought the mood down was an understatement, so seeing a chance to turn the tables was an opportunity to return to the fun that the room was intended for. Moments later, Mikey was secured in place with his ankles restrained to the ground and his hands pulled above his head, stretched just a tiny bit further than most of the other volunteers had been. "Any restrictions on where we can hit?" the Year 13 in charge asked. "Just fucking hit me, you cock-gobbler!" Mikey growled back at him. As the crowd chorused an `ooh', the young man stood back and lashed hard at Mikey's back. He took a step away and looked at the boy as the crowd fell silent, waiting to see the petulant teen's demeanour change as he felt the `little bit' of pain, but all they found was a still-annoyed-looking Mikey staring back from behind his eye-mask. "Wow, you hit like a girl!" Mikey said with a smirk. It was met by another two strikes in quick succession – one on his upper back and one across his milky-white buttocks. "Oh no, stop, stop, the pain is unbearable!" Mikey said flatly, clearly mocking. "HIT ME HARD, YOU PUSSY!" he screamed out angrily. "Oh, we got a tough guy!" the Year 13 said as he turned to place down the flogger, turning back brandishing a cane. "Just remember," he said as he leaned in close to Mikey's ear, showing him the implement, "The safe word is orange!" "Yeah, you'll be saying that before I do!" Mikey said, unfazed. "We'll see about that," the older boy replied. He took a step back and swatted hard. A loud `whoosh' then `crack' echoed round the room as many on the crowd winced slightly at the sharp blow. A red welt immediately appeared across Mikey's butt. "Oh my god!" Mikey called out. "Told ya!" the solder boy smirked cockily. "No," Mikey replied, "I mean... oh my god, I'm tied up naked with a bunch of horny fucktards around me and I'm BORED. Do you have a grown-up who can maybe take over, little boy?" The crowd gasped in a mix of shock and amusement at the taunt. "You're asking for it, kid!" the teen growled angrily. "Yes. I am!" Mikey exclaimed. "That's literally what I'm doing and you seem incapable of delivering it!" The taunt was met with a series of strikes on Mikey's butt and back. Though he flinched a little at the strikes, he didn't so much as yell out or make a single noise, turning his head to look at the panting teen who stepped back looking a little shaken. "The fuck is wrong with you?" the older boy asked, eyes widening a little. He delivered three strikes to Mikey's front, resulting in a rough `Z' shape of red welts across his torso. "OH MY GOD, JUST FUCKING HURT ME YOU FUCKING USELESS CUNT!" Mikey screamed manically. "No!" the older boy said, taking a step back. "You're... I'm sorry... something's really not right here. Let him down." "For fuck's sake!" Mikey muttered angrily. "And just as the brave hero predicted, the wimpy pussy-man couldn't break him and admitted defeat," he started narrating, getting even more confused looks from the already-disturbed crowd. "He backed away from our hero, questioning his own competence, his own manhood. Beaten by a mere boy of fourteen, he would never recover from what he saw tonight! He approached, looking angry!" Mikey stopped as the Year 13 walked over, staring up at him again now he was released. "Listen kid," he said quietly, the anger replaced with concern. "D'you need to talk or something?" he offered. "Ugh, pussy!" Mikey huffed as he turned and stormed out. ***** Mark was halfway through throwing up before he actually awoke. Thankfully, a bucket had been perfectly positioned just in case of such a scenario. He remained motionless as he finished, stuck in the horrible middle ground of the start of a hangover while still being drunk, the room spinning around him. "Hey, you okay?" he heard from across the room but didn't want to move to look and see who it was, so he let out a general groan of acknowledgement. "Here, drink this," Brian said as he squatted in front of the sofa, grimacing as he nudged the bucket aside. He handed Mark a bottle of water. "You might need to sit up to do it!" "If I sit up I think I might die!" Mark groaned. "You won't," Brian said shaking his head as he slipped an arm under the boy. "You'll just feel like you are!" he said with a snigger as he helped him up. Mark let out a groan that suggested Brian was right but took the bottle and opened it. He put some water in his mouth and swirled it around before leaning forward to spit it into the bucket, adding another groan that made obvious his regret over moving. He closed his eyes as he gulped the rest of the bottle down. "What day is it?" he asked croakily. "Same day!" Brian chuckled. "Well Tuesday, technically as it's a way after midnight. Don't worry, you've still got most of a night's sleep once the guys get you up to the dorm!" He went quiet for a moment then asked, "First time drinking?" "And last!" Mark replied, accepting a second bottle of water from Brian, though he raised this one to his forehead to try and cool himself as he was sweating. "Everyone says that," Brian sniggered. "Don't worry, keep drinking lots of water, get a bit of sleep and you'll be okay by lunchtime probably!" "Thanks," Mark said, leaning to the side a little, his arm resting on Brian's. "I see why Danny likes you so much," he chuckled, then opened his eyes and smirked as he gestured to Brian's naked torso and said, "Aside from all the hotness!" While the hangover was already incoming, the tipsiness was still keeping his tongue loose. "Cheers," Brian sniggered, shaking his head. "It's actually Danny I was looking for. I'm guessing you haven't seen him, what with the whole `being unconscious' thing!" "No, sorry," Mark sighed, his eyes closing again. Everything was still spinning and he still felt strangely giggly, even with his throbbing head. "Hey, maybe we should hook up!" he suggested. "Yeah, shagging a drunk, barely conscious fourteen-year-old is... really not a good look for me!" Brian chuckled, "But thanks for the offer!" "Good point," Mark said with a snigger as he tilted the other way, resting on the arm of the sofa. Barely even awake, he explained, "I just meant cos it'd be funny, ya know... cos YOUR boyfriend's in love with MY boyfriend and MY boyfriend's in love with YOURS! Kinda made sense that we should hook up too! Maybe one day... one day we... we..." And he was asleep again. Brian stared at the drunken boy for a few moments before he stood up. Positioning the bucket back to the best possible position in case Mark needed it again, he gave the boy another look, sighed heartily and headed out. ***** "Josh, you know you're not meant to be here!" Mr Rudd said. He had been lying holding the boy for several minutes now. His gentle crying had stopped and the two had been in total silence since. "I know. I'm sorry," Josh apologised meekly. "And do we need to talk about why you stink of vodka?" Mr Rudd asked with obvious concern. "I'd prefer if we didn't!" Josh relied honestly. Mr Rudd had to hold back a slight snigger at the response. He let out a gentle sigh and asked, "You didn't... start drinking because of... me, did you?" "No," Josh replied. "Tonight was the first time, well... at least the first time I've drunk voluntarily!" He felt the man's grip tighten around him as they both knew he was talking about things his brothers had done to him during his childhood. "This was just a special occasion and it won't be happening again!" he assured the man. "Hmmm," Mr Rudd hummed disapprovingly. Concerning as it was, this was far from the first student experimenting with alcohol he had come across during his time as a teacher. "Then we just need to focus on you being somewhere you REALLY shouldn't be, I suppose!" "I'm sorry," Josh apologised again. "I was doing really well and... and keeping away and... I thought I was doing better but then someone said something tonight that made me think of you and I got upset and all I wanted was to feel better and the only thing that ALWAYS makes me feel better is... this!" He gave the man a squeeze. "I'm really, really sorry!" The teacher reached out to click a light on, then sat up in his bed and positioned Josh to sit facing him. He reached out to place a hand on the boy's shoulder, rubbing gently down his arm. "Okay, Josh, I think we're probably close enough that I can be quite honest with you." He got an eager nod in return. "The things we did, well... I know some of it, such as your nudity is part of the disciplinary system around here but I... took advantage of that or... I did things with it that I really should not have. I did things that no teacher should do with a student, and definitely not with a particularly vulnerable student like yourself and it is right that I stopped it. In fact, it would still be right if you were to report me to the school or the police." "I'd never do that!" Josh insisted, frowning. "I know," Mr Rudd nodded, "And I appreciate that, but... you do understand the things I did with you were wrong, don't you? And more importantly, why they were wrong!" Josh thought for a moment and nodded. "Yeah, it was fun and I liked it, but... I understand, but you need to understand something too!" As the teacher raised his eyebrows curiously, Josh explained, "I didn't like coming to see you because we... did that stuff together. I just liked coming to see you because... I love you. I don't really understand what you are to me, but... you're something important and I miss it. I don't need naked stuff or sex stuff, I just... need you!" Mr Rudd nodded back but remained silent. "Please say something!" Josh pleaded. "I got scared, Josh," the man admitted quietly. "And that is NOT something I feel easily... or ever, actually, but... I think you might be right. I don't know if it's because we both... went through similar things in our youth, or if it's just... who we are, but I feel a connection to you and it scares me, Josh!" the continued, still stroking Josh's arm delicately. "I'm not a father. I never will be and I never wanted to be, but... the way I feel around you Josh, and when you call me... what you call me, it's... confusing. I thought there was... an attraction between us, but eventually I realised... this is what I imagine fatherhood feels like, but by the time I did, we're done things we shouldn't have. I acted inappropriately because I couldn't understand how I felt and why I felt it and I'm sorry. I needed to stop it before I... messed it up anymore." "Then don't mess it up anymore!" Josh said firmly. "Be my daddy. Don't do... naked stuff or touching or... me trying to kiss you," he blushed as he reminded himself of it. "We could just be together, like... father and son?" Mr Rudd stared back at the boy for several tense moments, contemplating the request. "I think... I'd like that," he eventually said with a smile. He held out his arms and Josh immediately lunged for him. "Daddy," Josh whispered contentedly as he felt the man's burly arms engulf him. ***** Nicky had searched the party for Mikey a few times but always ended up getting distracted. Being naked and well-endowed amongst a small army of half-drunk, horny teens had meant he drew a lot more attention than most. As keen as Nicky was to find his best friend, he also slightly welcomed the things that kept getting in the way. Earlier in the evening, Nicky had confessed he wanted to get back together with Mikey romantically. At the time it had seemed Mikey wanted it too. The mixture of horniness, the light buzz of the vodka and the general atmosphere of the night had pushed him to admit it after months of denial, yet Mikey had said no. Not just no, it was a thoroughly emphatic no followed by him fleeing into the party. Nicky's endowment had really caught a lot of attention, to the point where he was almost spoiled for choice on partners to play with. He had dabbled earlier in the year with random hook-ups and ultimately found it to be a bit hollow and unfulfilling, but tonight was different. Tonight was a special occasion, a one-night-only sex-fest that the older students alleged would be all but forgotten by the next day, so Nicky had allowed himself to enjoy the occasion. Nicky had allowed no less than ten guys to blow him as he wandered the party. None of them took him all the way, through his own choice rather than a lack of skill. In fact two of them were probably the best suckers he had ever experienced, and that was saying something considering the expertise within his own dorm. In the end, feeling the desperate need to relieve his aching balls, he had actually settled on simply jerking himself off, though that decision had only been reached when he noticed a familiar body up on the stage – Mikey! The pale skin, the freckles, the small but defined stature – it was unmistakably him. He seemed to be attracting almost as much attention as Nicky's dick had, with guys around him eagerly touching him and three on their knees looking up at him as he jerked off shamelessly. As Nicky watched, casually stroking his own monstrous tool, he saw the other boy shoot, spraying the three kneeling students with his spunk. Nicky followed suit and began to shoot, a hefty load flying ahead of him, some of which hit some amusingly-appreciative looking strangers. As Nicky began to come down, he watched the stage with mild concern. Mikey aggressively shoved the kneeling boys aside as he walked through between them, getting shouts of complaint back which he answered with a middle finger. More concerning though were the marks across his torso. From a distance Nicky had taken them to be some kind of body paint, but as Mikey approached and jumped down off the stage, he could see they were angry red welts. "Jesus, what happened?" Nicky demanded, grabbing the smaller boy by both shoulders as he looked at the injury. Mikey took a moment to register who was talking to him and his expression quickly changed, then changed back, then changed again, as if completely unsure how to respond to seeing Nicky. "Fuck off!" he eventually snapped, scowling. He went to walk away, but took hold of Nicky's wrist and stopped himself, pulling back as he shook his head, trembling a little. He looked up at the taller boy with his jaw quivering and whimpered, "Nicky!" Nicky grabbed Mikey and held him for a few moments to try and calm him before leading him away from the main party area. They passed a few rooms, looking inside only to find they were occupied, but eventually reached an empty one and hurried in, muffling the sound of the party as they shut the door behind them. Nicky didn't even get a chance to ask what was wrong before Mikey started rambling. "I know... I know you... you said you wanted to get back together and I... I wanted that too, but... but I can't do that because... because last time it didn't work out and... and you dumped me and I got so angry and he almost took over completely and it was like I was just... just lost because... because I didn't have anyone anymore and that meant I couldn't keep things straight and I just kept getting more and more lost but then we came back and... and we made up and...it was good and I... kinda... I found Josh and we... well... we fight but it's good fighting not the bad kind I know you don't like although I know really all fighting is bad fighting and you don't like it which is why I wanted to stop so I... I... found other things and I... I started... hanging out with Harley and things got better again and it was like I was back in control and he wasn't and it was good... but... but then... you said what you said and I wanted to be with you but I didn't want to mess it up again cos next time I might not get you back after and I can't lose anyone else cos it takes everything I've got right now just to keep me in charge and... but then I realised I'd said no to you and you probably hate me for it so by saying no to try and keep you I probably went and lost you anyway and I knew that meant he was probably gonna be saying things to me and making it harder and it's too hard to... to do it without you but no matter what I did I was going to not have you so it was impossible and I knew he was gonna win so I... I tried to drown him out with... with Josh's vodka but the more of it I had the more confused my head got and so I drank more and he just kept getting stronger and then he made me say those things to that guy and make him hurt me and he was loving it cos he was saying things but I was getting the pain and I wanted it to stop but he wouldn't let it and I was scared he was gonna keep me there and just make them keep hurting me even though I was screaming for them to stop and then... then I... ended up... I was on the stage and... and I shot and I could... it was like I could see the surface for just a second and there you were and... I don't know what's going on!" Nicky stood staring at Mikey as he finished, completely lost in the endless rambling he had just heard. Bits of it made sense, but other parts just seemed utterly nonsensical. "Please," Mikey pleaded, holding his arms out. Nicky stepped forward and pulled Mikey into a hug, holding him silently for a minute before he whispered, "Did you say you thought I hated you for turning me down?" "Yes!" Mikey whimpered back. "Fuck. Mikey, no, I... I couldn't ever hate you. Saying no was okay, we're still friends, I promise!" "He said you wouldn't be," Mikey sniffed. "He said you'd hate me for leading you on and then turning you down!" "Who did?" Nicky asked, pulling away as he stared down at the distraught boy. "It... it doesn't matter!" Mikey insisted feebly. Nicky looked shocked as he said, "Yes it's freaking does. Mikey, who's telling you this stuff?" "Just... just leave it, okay," Mikey said as he pulled out of Nicky's grip and turned away. "I'm... I'm okay now. I... I just got freaked out cos I thought I'd messed us up! But if we're good then I'm okay!" Nicky found himself staring at Mikey's back. The red welts on his front matched the lines criss-crossing his back and butt, the rest of the area reddened but not quite so harshly. "Mikey who did this to you?" he asked as he stepped forward and placed a hand gently on his back. "Oh, it was... I tried out the pain room," Mikey confessed a little awkwardly. "That's all. It was my choice!" he insisted. "Nobody forced me!" Nicky stared, still concerned and more than a little confused by the rambling comedown, but eventually nodded. "Maybe it's time we called it a night!" he suggested. "Yeah," Mikey nodded back. "If we're both going, maybe we can help Mark back to the dorm. He's pretty wasted!" Nicky said, smirking a little to try and lighten the mood. "I know right. Some guys really can't handle their drink!" Mikey said, forcing a smile at his own comment, though it dropped the moment Nicky looked away. ***** "Mind if I join you?" Danny had asked as he spotted James and David together in a corner of the dancefloor. "Oh, sorry, I'm interrupting," he added as he realised the two boys were holding each other's dicks. "No, it's okay!" David insisted. "Is it?" James asked moodily. "We were kind in the middle of something!" "We can see that!" Chris grinned as he looked down at James' penis. "Hey, you're finally growing!" he observed, not meaning it to sound as bitchy as he intended, though James seemed indifferent to the observation anyway. "We could join you!" Danny suggested. "No!" James snapped at the same time David said, "Okay!" "We were... doing stuff!" James said, scowling at David. "Yeah, and someone actually wants to do stuff with me for a change. Let me enjoy it!" David growled back. "Hey, you two do stuff together for a minute," Danny said, nudging Chris towards James. He placed an arm around David and moved him away slightly, then placed his other arm around him too, standing facing him with an arm on each shoulder, moving slowly to the gentler music now playing as the night wound down. "So about what you just said, and your other comments earlier. Is there... a problem?" David pouted as he shook his head. "No way!" he insisted. "You get lumbered with, like, EVERYONE'S problems. I'm not chucking any more on the pile!" Danny was unsure how to react to the comment. On one hand, it was confirmation that David did in fact have something wrong, but on the other side of it, David was right, everything seemed to fall on his shoulders to deal with. As he deliberated which way to respond, it took a second but eventually occurred to him that David had spotted something nobody else either seemed to see or care about. "You... really do see everything, don't you?" Danny asked, smiling sweetly. David flinched just a little. Danny had no idea how accurate the comment was. David really was observant and did tend to pick up on things others didn't, but he truly did `see' more than others did... thanks to hidden cameras he used to spy on the sexual shenanigans of his dormmates. He shrugged and said, "You see more when nobody sees you!" "You think we don't see you?" Danny asked, shaking his head. "Ugh, I didn't wanna get into this," David huffed. "Like I said, you got your own... and everyone else's problems to deal with. I'm fine. I'm used to handling this stuff on my own. I'm okay, I promise!" "I'm not gonna force you to talk, but... maybe we should hang out some time," Danny suggested. David stared back blankly for a moment before he nodded and smiled. "And for now... there's something else I can help you to not to do alone if you like!" Danny said, casually lowering one of his hands to playfully poke David's small dick. "You... wanna do that stuff with me?" David asked, eyes wide. "I wanna do that stuff with everyone apparently," Danny said, awkwardly reminding himself of the teases he would likely be returning to once Kinkswood was over and normality returned. He smiled quickly at David and said, "But yeah, course I do, I like you!" David grinned, then looked down at his dick that was already stiffening and said, "I think that's a yes!" As Danny chuckled, David blushed and said, "It's smaller than you're probably used to!" "Smaller doesn't mean worse!" Danny said as he leaned in to give David a quick peck on the lips. He got a giggle in return before he reached down to start jerking the smaller boy off. He glanced over to Chris and James, who were stood facing each other and also mutually masturbating. "Have you cum yet tonight?" he asked quietly. David shook his head and replied quietly, "No, but I was close a few times, so... don't judge me if I cum quick!" "David, chill!" Danny insisted. "You worry about everything way too much. Just relax and enjoy!" "Okay," David said back with a nod. The dance floor was starting to look decidedly empty now as boys continued to leave for bed, and those who remained were equally occupied so nobody really paid attention to the two pairs wanking in a corner. David was first to cum, as he had predicted, but rather than worry he just enjoyed the orgasm before eagerly hurrying Danny along to his own. By the time they finished, they turned to see James and Chris had also concluded their activity and were just quietly chatting. "You guys about done?" Danny asked as he approached, an arm draped around David's shoulders. "SO ready for bed!" Chris insisted. "I was ready about five hours ago, but apparently, I needed to `get into the spirit' or whatever," James replied, rolling his eyes. "Shut up, you totally enjoyed me wanking you off, so stop being a moody bitch!" Chris said frankly, getting sniggers from the others. As they headed into the room to retrieve their clothes, Danny felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see Brian standing there. "Hey!" he said with a huge grin. "Hi," Brian said back solemnly. Danny recoiled slightly, sensing something amiss. "What's... up?" he asked cautiously. "We... need to talk," Brian said grimly. ***** Mr Trent had spent the last couple of hours trying to keep the returning Year 9s quiet. The two Year 8 dorms on their side of the first floor had been sound asleep for hours and he was determined to keep them that way. He seemed quite relieved as he got the last few stragglers back to their dorms, though he remained on patrol for any further activity for quite some time after, just to be on the safe side, though he eventually headed to his apartment for the night as the Year 9s fell asleep or passed out. The following morning, Rob had been first to wake up, eagerly grabbing his phone to message Jazz and Luke. After their reconciliation the previous night, they had been inseparable during the tail-end of the party and ended the night on a high. He was sat up in bed when he noticed Josh stirring beside him. He decided to help the process along by swinging a pillow over to smack him in the face. Shocked back to full alertness, Josh grabbed the pillow and swung it back, though neither of them did anymore after that for fear of disturbing the others. "You look cheerful," Josh observed as he lay on his side, head propped up on one arm. "Guessing you didn't break up with Luke!" Rob grinned and shook his head. "Nope, thanks to super vodka powers, I kinda went and just told him... no, we're not breaking up, get over it!" "All hail the vodka!" Josh sniggered. "Yeah, no," Rob said, shaking his head. "Super vodka powers also involved super projectile vomiting, so... I'll stick with super pepsi powers instead!" "Coke's better!" Josh insisted, not really thinking so, but just used to disagreeing with Rob. He smirked and agreed, "But yeah, I'm not rushing out to get anymore of it!" "Feeling rough?" Rob asked with a wicked grin. "Not really, I had... some help sobering up, but wait til you see what state Mark's in when he wakes up!" Josh sniggered. "So where did you disappear off to last night?" Rob asked. "When we came back down to the party, nobody said they'd seen you for ages!" Josh blushed a little, glanced around then whispered, "I went to see you-know-who!" "In the middle of the night?" Rob replied, shocked. "How many detentions did you get?" Josh shook his head and said, "None. We talked!" "JUST talked?" Rob asked pointedly, disapproving in advance. "Yes, JUST talked," Josh insisted. "That's kinda one of the things we talked about. Talking is all we're gonna do from now on!" "So you... un-broke-up?" Rob asked, grinning at the made-up word. "Congratulations!" "We're not together!" Josh insisted, rolling his eyes. "But... yeah, I get to see him again!" He beamed giddily. The two were still chatting quietly as the others began to wake up. Nicky seemed fine, as did Chris, but David and Mikey both seemed more than a little hungover. As the noise in the dorm started to return, it was finally enough to wake Mark who let out a horrified groan. "Aww babe, you okay?" Chris asked, hurrying to his boyfriend's side. Mark just let out the same groan again, getting laughs from some of the boys but sympathetic comments from the other hangover sufferers. "How much do you even remember?" Chris asked with a slight snigger. "I remember... vodka," Mark groaned, "Then... waking up! Now shhhh. No more talking! Ever!" He pulled the covers over his head as he let out another groan. Nicky climbed down from his own bunk and then climbed back up onto Mikey's, nestling in at his side. He laid for a few minutes just running his fingers through the silky ginger hair, getting content moans back in response before he asked, "How you feeling?" "A bit of a headache, but I expected worse!" Mikey replied, then winced slightly as he moved and felt the sting from the cane strikes. "I didn't necessarily mean the hangover," Nicky replied quietly, glad that the chatter from the dorm afforded them a modicum of privacy. "I meant... the other stuff!" Mikey winced again, though this time the pain wasn't physical. "I'm fine!" he insisted. "That was... I was just... it was the drink, that's all!" Nicky frowned at the comment and took a deep breath. "Look, I... I trust you if you say that's all it was, but... if it wasn't... you know you can talk to me, right?" Mikey's eyes darted away for a moment as he frowned, then looked back to Nicky and said, "Yeah, I know, thanks. But really, I'm good. Are we... okay? Ya know, about what you asked me?" Nicky sighed thoughtfully for a moment and said, "I kinda thought that was where we were heading, but... if you say you want to JUST be friends and that's all we'll ever be now, then... it kinda sucks, but I understand!" Mikey looked a little guilty, so Nicky offered a smile and added, "And I still get to have my best mate, so that's definitely okay with me!" Mikey grinned and leaned in to hug Nicky tightly as he whispered, "Thank you!" Several minutes and a lot more chatter later, a few of the boys had moved to the sofas, though Mark remained sprawled across his bunk, head hanging off the end as Chris sat on the floor beside him, stroking his back softly. "Hey, how is Danny sleeping through all this?" Rob called out. "Yeah, he didn't even drink that much!" Mikey said with a frown. "No, Mark beat him to it... and everyone else!" Josh joked. "Fuck off whoever said that!" Mark groaned. "Danny!" Rob called out. "Wakey wakey!" he added a moment later. "Chris, just go check he still has a pulse!" Chris looked suddenly alarmed and scurried across the floor as the others watched in a mixture of amusement and mild alarm. "Oh my god, he's dead!" he shouted out. As he saw the others jump up in shock, he burst into laughter he called out, "Just kidding. He's alive... and awake!" "Dick!" "Wanker!" "You'll be the dead one!" the others grumbled back at him. "Danny, come join us. We need a final score. At the moment it's three hangovers and four no hangovers!" Rob shouted across the dorm. "I'm not hungover!" Mikey insisted. Nicky leaned close and said loudly, "Greasy bacon!" Mikey immediately retched at the thought of food, then scowled at Nicky as the others laughed. Danny sat up. He looked at Chris and let out a gentle sigh, then looked round to the others. "Jesus, are you sure he's not dead?" Josh asked, seeing how awful Danny looked. "I'm not hungover!" Danny objected meekly. "Then what's with the face?" Rob sniggered. Danny started pulling his knees up towards his chest and wrapped his arms around them. He looked around at the others again and managed to say, "Brian dumped me!" before bursting into tears with his face buried in his arms. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed. New chapters will post weekly, so be back same time next week for more! If you have any questions or comments, my email is always open at matterotica@hotmail.co.uk. 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