Date: Fri, 24 Jun 2022 08:57:21 +0000
From: Matt Smith <matterotica@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: The Kingswood Eight - Chapter 22

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The Kingswood Eight - Chapter 22


Friday 12 February 2021

Nicky closed his eyes as he tilted his face up towards the shower
head. Friday was always a bit of a mixed day for him. On the positive side,
he had double music in the afternoons, no scheduled activities in the
evenings and a lot of time to spend with Mikey and Chris. On the negative
side, his day also involved double Geography in the morning and double
History at the end of the day, two of his least favourite subjects.

Today though, even the double boredom of Geography and History wasn't
enough to bring him down because it also happened to be the last day before
the half-term break. To top it off, this wasn't just any half-term break,
this was the first one he would get to spend with both Chris AND
Mikey. Nine days, three boys, no school. It was exciting in every sense of
the word. Things seemed like they could not get any better. Then came the
knock on the cubicle door.

Figuring it was one, or both, of his boyfriends, he reached back to unlock
it. "I thought you were sleeping in!" he giggled playfully.

As the door flew open, Nicky felt hands reach out and grab both of his
arms. Having stepped under the shower head, he got water in his eyes and
also managed to inhale some as he gasped at the shock of being grabbed. He
blinked and spluttered helplessly as he was pulled out of the
cubicle. Feeling himself roughly shoved forward, by the time he was able to
see what was happening, he found himself surrounded by laughter.

He had been shoved right out of the shower room and into the main walkway
outside it - a walkway that happened to visible both ways along the first
floor, from the stairs heading up and the entrance foyer below. He let out
a whimpered cry and tried to cover himself as he pushed against the door
trying to get in, but whoever was on the other side was holding it closed
and all his banging did was draw even more attention.

The laughter echoed around the massive atrium, seeming to magnify as it
filled the air, occasionally interspersed with cheers and wolf whistles.

"Looking good!" "You see the size of that thing?" "Hot damn!" and "Nice
arse!" were just some of the surprisingly complimentary things called out
to the distraught naked boy. The admiring nature of the comments did
nothing to calm Nicky as he freaked out.

Realising he wasn't getting back into the shower room, Nicky did the only
thing he could – he ran! Sprinting down the hallway, he turned the
corner with laughter still echoing behind him. He kept running down past
dorms 1.03 and 1.04, rounded the last corner and opened the door to his own
dorm and rushed in.

Most of the dorm were still asleep, only David and James were awake at the
far end of the dorm, both reading quietly and not even looking as Nicky
hurried in and grabbed some clothes. Pulling them on without even drying
off, he nearly staggered and fell several times, hardly able to see as he
struggled to keep himself quiet, tears flowing down his cheeks.

When the others eventually got up and headed down for breakfast, Nicky had
stayed behind, too humiliated to show his face outside of the dorm any
sooner than he had to. He had insisted he just wasn't hungry, keen to avoid
revealing his embarrassment to any of his friends. Much of the time he was
alone had been spent crying, desperately trying to convince himself that he
needed to tell someone about the boys tormenting him. He hadn't actually
seen who grabbed him, but it had to be Angel, he was clearly the ringleader
of the gang of savage Year 7s. He managed to talk himself out of telling
anyone, imagining being laughed at for falling victim to boys who were both
younger and smaller than him. As he heard his dormmates returning after
breakfast, he had decided to at least tell Chris and Mikey about it.

"There's really not much to see!" Chris insisted as he wandered in. "It's
pretty much the same as your dorm!"

"I know, but it's still interesting to see!" Angel said back, smiling
sweetly at Chris who had an arm draped around him.

Nicky almost burst into tears again just from the sound of the younger
boy's voice, but he kept himself together, though he fealt nauseous seeing
the boy with Chris.

"See, just like your dorm!" Chris insisted, the others following them in,
casually chatting amongst themselves.

"Not completely!" Angel replied. "My dorm doesn't have a Nicky!"

"Ha, good point," Chris chuckled, releasing the younger boy as he headed
down the dorm towards Nicky. "Look who decided to join us for breakfast
today!" he called down to his boyfriend.

"Hey Nicky," Angel said with a smile. "Can we talk in private for a
minute?"

Nicky felt panicked. He couldn't be alone with the
boy. "We... erm... no. We have to get ready. Chris and I have somewhere we
need to be!"  Nicky insisted. "You should go!"

Angel stared back for a moment.

Nicky realised the boy wasn't going to say anything nasty with other people
around. That was clearly the key to avoiding any further abuse from the
boy.

"Okay, another time then, but... we really should talk," Angel said, giving
Nicky a smile before he turned and headed for the door. "Thanks for the
invite," he said politely as he passed Chris.

"Huh, nice kid," Chris nodded as Nicky approached. "Weird... but nice!" He
frowned at Nicky and asked, "You okay?"

Nicky just nodded sullenly.

*****

Rob let out a sigh as he stared across the quad to a group of Year 10 boys
who were playing a game of football. Right in the middle of the group was
Rob's boyfriend, Alex, who kept grinning over in Rob's direction. Rob
smiled back, but found his gaze was more frequently drawn to another of the
boys – Luke.

Just a month earlier, Luke was nothing more than Alex's dormmate, one of
the boys who Rob had helped Alex to fix his relationship with and become
friends. Then it had all changed thanks to a single game of pool. Rob had
been offered up as the prize in a pool tournament, which Luke had won. When
the time came to claim his prize – an evening with Alex's `boy-toy' -
Rob had been dreading it, terrified of what it might involve. Surprisingly
though, something else had happened... they had become friends. Of course,
with this being Kingswood, most friendships came with benefits!

Luke and Rob had connected in a way that had taken them both by surprise
and that one evening had then turned into multiple evenings, thanks to a
sneaky lie from Rob. Even beyond that, there had been multiple secret
meetings since, the two stealing every moment they could together, simply
enjoying each other's company.

"What up, dickface?" Josh asked casually, flopping down beside Rob. He
looked flustered and sweaty, presumably from the game he had been playing
with some of the other Year 8s, which Rob had excused himself from. Rob had
glanced at them a few times and hadn't even come close to figuring out what
the game actually was, but seeing the state Josh was in now, he felt he had
made the right call.

Rob just let out a dismayed whimper and let his head loll to the side onto
Josh's shoulder.

"Oof, that's not a happy sound!" Josh said sympathetically.

"I've got a problem!" Rob sighed.

"Well tuck it into your waistband, think unsexy thoughts and I'm sure
nobody'll notice!" Josh replied, grinning.

Rob raised his head and frowned, staring at Josh. "I can tell from the
smile you think you're funny, but... no!" He shook his head. "I..." he
paused and sighed, glancing over at the Year 10s. "I think I'm doing
something I'm not supposed to be doing!"

Josh frowned. "Well that's... not very clear," he said, trying to figure
Rob out. "Is it something... that'll get you in trouble?"

"Sort of," Rob nodded.

"Can you just... stop?" Josh suggested.

Rob sighed. "I don't think I could even if I wanted to!"

"And do you want to?" Josh asked.

Rob glanced at his friend for a moment, then lowered his gaze as he shook
his head.

Josh gently nudged him with his elbow and asked, "So what do you think you
need to do?"

Rob pursed his lips, brow furrowing as he thought about it. "Keep doing
what I'm doing and hope it just... works itself out?" he asked with a hint
of a grin.

"Ah yes, the Joshua Williams approach," Josh nodded. He only used his full
birth name of Joshua when referring to his life before his abused had
ended. "That works really well. I'll meet you up on the roof!" As Rob
stared back at him in absolute dismay, he said an awkward, "Still too soon
to joke. Noted!"

Rob burst into laughter as he shook his head before letting out another
gentle sigh. He leaned gently against his friend as he stared across to
Alex and Luke.

*****

Chris had shovelled down his lunch quickly before running off to the Sports
Complex to look for Blane. While Chris was going to be spending half-term
with Nicky and Mikey, and wouldn't be leaving until the following day,
Blane was leaving that evening to catch the flight back over to their
family home in Ireland and Chris wanted to see him before he left.

It was weird being in the huge building while it was so quiet. It reminded
him of the previous year when he had come over every morning before school
for swimming coaching with Mr Beecham. It was always quiet then too.

Having been unable to find his big brother, Chris was headed back down the
main corridor when he heard a shout from one of the rooms. "Hey, is someone
out there?"

Chris frowned, the voice was unmistakably Mr Beecham which made sense as
the room it came from was his office. "Erm... yes!" Chris shouted back.

"Chris? Is that you?" Mr Beecham called out. "Can you come in?"

Chris cautiously opened the door and peered inside, but froze, jaw slowly
dropping, eyes widening as he took in the sight before him. Mr Beecham, or
Owen as Chris usually called him outside of the classroom, was stood at the
back of the room, wrists and ankles restrained to the wall behind
him... and he was completely nude.

"Hi sir. How's it going?" Chris asked casually, as if everything were
entirely normal, holding back a laugh.

"Oh, wonderful," Mr Beecham said back with a frown. "And how are you
today?"

"Best day ever, sir!" Chris grinned. He stepped inside and shut the door
behind him.

"Could you help me out? The keys are on my desk!" Mr Beecham requested.

Chris walked over and grabbed the keys, then moved closer to the naked man
and smiled. "Oh, no way it's gonna be that easy. I need details!"

"Chris, unlock me!" the teacher demanded.

"Ooh, that's not very polite `sir'. Remember, we're all about good manners
here at Kingswood!" Chris teased.

"Chris, I'm not messing about!" Mr Beecham said, getting a little annoyed.

Chris shook his head. "All I wanted was a please!"

Mr Beecham huffed. "Fine. Please!" he said gruffly.

"Nuh-uh!" Chris said, shaking his head. "Too little, too late! Now I think
I'll have some fun before I help!" He reached out and stroked the man's
smooth chest.

"Chris, this is very inappropriate!" Mr Beecham said firmly.

"Says the man who's restrained, naked in his office talking to a
thirteen-year-old boy!" Chris said back pointedly. He felt a sudden wave of
anger as he blurted out, "And you know what's REALLY inappropriate. Putting
someone in chastity and then leaving them like that for the WHOLE summer
break!"

The man looked more than a little sheepish at the comment. Back at the end
of Chris' first year at the school, he had come to the office to advise he
would be quitting the extra swimming coaching he was being given, no longer
feeling it was something he had the passion to pursue. Chris had acted
inappropriately, mostly just being playful, but as a result had ended up
sentenced to two weeks in chastity. The unfortunate thing was, the two-week
period ended shortly into the summer break, meaning Chris spent the entire
six weeks back at home without access to his own penis.

"Okay, I admit that may have been a little... excessive," Mr Beecham
admitted.

"A little?" Chris responded angrily. "Then you had the nerve to go and
unlock me in front of MY OWN BROTHER! Can you even imagine what that was
like?"

"You seemed to enjoy it!" the teacher said with a slight smirk.

Chris looked thoughtful for a moment then reached up with one hand to tweak
a nipple, while he allowed the other to take hold of the man's shaven cock.

"Chris, stop it!" Mr Beecham said firmly.

"Shh!" Chris hissed. "Unless you want someone to come in and find you with
your dick in a student's hand!"

The man's jaw clenched. Annoyingly, Chris was right.

"There," Chris said, letting go of the man's stiffened cock. "You're
hard. That means you're enjoying this, right?"

"Okay, you've made your point. I'm sorry. What I did was not fair to you
and I took advantage of knowing your... sexual interests!" the man
confessed.

Chris nodded. "Thank you, I appreciate you saying that!"

"Good, so will you release me now? Please?" the man requested.

Chris grinned. "Just because you've apologised, that doesn't make us even!"

"Chris!" Mr Beecham said firmly.

"Okay, two options. Either you shut up and let me get on with it and I'll
lock the door while I play with you... or you can keep talking and I'll
still play with you, but I won't lock the door and we might get walked in
on," Chris offered. "What's it to be?"

Mr Beecham squirmed, feeling his cock throb a little. With a sigh of
acceptance he said, "Lock the door, I'll... comply!"

"Good boy!" Chris said patronisingly as he locked the door then
returned. He quickly got to work on exploring the man's body. It was not
their first time together, that had happened back in Chris' very first term
at the school when he had stayed during the half-term break. Of course,
there had been six other boys involved then, so having the man to himself
was a somewhat new experience.

Chris took great pleasure in teasing him, jerking him off to the brink of
release before stopping. While he was more used to being on the receiving
end of edging, it had certainly helped him develop a good understanding of
it. With a sigh, Chris looked at the clock and knew it would soon be the
end of lunch and he would have to go.

"Well we'd best finish up!" Chris said with a shrug.

"Ugh, finally," Mr Beecham moaned, not happy to still be at the boy's mercy
but relieved at the prospect of cumming, though he had been untouched for a
while now and the nervousness had softened him quickly. He hoped there was
enough time for Chris to finish him off.

Rather than grab the man's softening dick, Chris headed for the cabinet
across the room. "Do you still keep..." he started, opening it and looking
inside, thinking back to his encounter with the man at the end of Year
7. "Ah yes, perfect!" he declared as he reached in.

"No!" Mr Beecham exclaimed, suddenly going wild trying to pull free of the
restraints as he saw the boy face him... holding a chastity device.

"Come on, what could make us more even than this?" Chris grinned.

"Chris, don't!" Mr Beecham snapped furiously.

The boy paused, pulled out his phone and held it up. One button press later
and he turned it to show the man a picture of himself. "So here's the
thing, Owen!" he said, moving closer, deliberately using the man's first
name as a show of power. "You're going to let me put this on you. Once it's
on, you're going to leave it on. You will not pick the lock. You will not
cut it off. You will wear it until I choose to release you. If I ask to see
it at any time, or come to unlock you and find it removed or damaged in any
way, then you get the fun job of explaining why a naked picture of you is
on a student's phone! Do you understand?"

"Chris, come on..." Mr Beecham pleaded. "You're not... like this!"

"I wasn't like this," Chris answered angrily, "Until someone decided to
take away a whole summer of enjoyment from me. What's the saying? You reap
what you sow? So are you letting me put this on you, or am I showing people
the picture?"

"Ugh, fine!" Mr Beecham growled through gritted teeth. He watched furiously
as Chris put the device on him. As if the humiliation of his position
wasn't enough, now being put in chastity by a student was
infuriating... and a littler arousing, but he was able to ignore that part
thanks to his anger.

Once Chris had the device locked on securely, he tapped a few things on his
phone, then slipped it into his pocket and said, "Just making sure it's
secure, just in case you were thinking of snatching the keys from me and
deleting the photo. I just say the word S-E-N-D and it goes to every
teacher in the school." He began unlocking the man's wrists and ankles,
then stood back as the last one popped free.

"Chris," Mr Beecham said, rubbing his wrists. "You're not really doing
this, are you? I said I'm sorry!"

Chris nodded. "You did. And I forgave you, but... sometimes forgiveness
isn't enough. Sometimes you need justice!"

"And you think that's what this is?" the teacher asked, pulling on his
clothes. "It seems more like revenge!"

Chris shrugged. "I'm okay with that," he said as he headed for the door.

"Wait... how... how long?" Mr Beecham asked nervously.

"You had me locked for forty-four days... so take a wild guess!" Chris
said, then turned and walked out. He had to stop a short way down the
hall. His legs were shaking. He couldn't believe what he had just done!

*****

"How are you doing today?" Dr Arkwright asked, relaxing back in his seat as
he looked at James.

"Erm... okay... ish... I think," James mumbled, not really sure.

Dr Arkwright nodded. He had met with the boy a few times now and they were
making slow but steady progress. Today had been somewhat of a surprise
though, as James had not turned up alone. "Did you want to tell me why you
wanted David to join us today?" he asked, giving a sincere smile and nod to
the other boy.

James glanced to his side then back to the doctor and said, "Well he's the
smartest person I know... after me, anyway and... he knows me better than
anyone. I thought... he might be able to help."

"And I want to help, sir!" David chimed in, smiling sweetly. "James was
such a huge help getting my agoraphobia under control and I really want to
do the same for him!"

"You two do seem like very good friends," Dr Arkwright nodded, looking back
and forth between the two boys. "I just want to be sure that you're
comfortable sharing some of the things we'll talk about with David," he
directed to James. "Some of it is... very personal, and sharing details of
this nature can... change a relationship!"

James nodded and said quietly, "I'm sure, sir!"

"Okay, then maybe I can start with a question for you, David. As you know
James so well, have you noticed anything over the past few weeks that might
have been... different or... unusual in some way?" the doctor asked.

David went to answer but paused, glancing at James.

"It's okay, you can... tell him anything if it might help!" James assured
his friend.

David nodded and said, "Well he kinda... got upset over a comment Josh made
to him."

"Ah yes, James has mentioned that," Dr Arkwright confirmed.

"But he didn't start getting... I don't know... irritable at everyone else
until a bit later on. It seemed to happen after swimming club... after
we..." David paused again, blushing heavily.

"Oh!" James exclaimed, realising the reason for the hesitation. The day he
had argued with Josh, he had ended up having his first kiss with David in
the showers. "It wasn't that!" he exclaimed. "It was..." he froze, turning
pale.

"James?" Dr Arkwright enquired after a few moments of silence.

"S... someone... someone said something," James stuttered. "I
don't... remember what it was, but they... called me champ!" He visibly
shuddered at the word.

David reached over and grabbed James' hand, giving him a supportive smile
as he looked at him.

"Does that nickname... have some significance?" Dr Arkwright asked, not
wanting to distress the boy but knowing a trigger when he heard one.

"Yeah!" James said, then frowned and said, "I think so anyway. I... I
can't..." he paused and sighed, "I can't remember but I think someone used
to call me that."

"But you're not sure who?" Dr Arkwright asked cautiously.

James shook his head, then inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, cheeks puffed
out. He was clearly holding himself back from crying.

"Okay, we can maybe come back to that later, see if anything comes back to
you," the man suggested, getting a relieved nod from James.

After a few moments of silence, David said softly, "There is... the other
thing!"

The doctor watched as the two boys exchanged looks for several moments,
seemingly having a silent conversation until James nodded.

David pursed his lips, thinking as his cheeks flushed a little. "Well,
James and I... we... erm... experimented together, which I know I'm not
supposed to cos I'm still locked, so... I hope I don't get in trouble for
telling you."

"You won't!" Dr Arkwright said, nodding as he gave the boy a smile.

"Thank you sir," David replied, relieved. "But when we were... doing
things, we tried to... do some other things and, erm..."

"I freaked out, sir!" James said, saving David from trying to find a
tactful way to say it. "We attempted... oral stimulation and the moment I
felt it, I freaked out... both times we tried it."

Dr Arkwright nodded thoughtfully. "Well some anxiety when trying new things
can certainly happen," he explained.

"No sir, this was... it was..." James struggled to explain. "I can't really
put it into words, but this wasn't just first-time nerves. It was... like
screaming in my head and alarm bells ringing!"

"And you hadn't tried doing that before?" the doctor asked, failing to
conceal his concern.

James hesitated for a moment, a brief flinch on his face before he shook
his head and said, "No sir, I..." He paused, running the question over in
his mind. "Actually... erm... maybe... a long time ago!"

Silence hung heavily in the room for a few seconds. All three of them had
joined the dots.

"sir," James said, reaching to his side to grab David's hand. "Someone... I
think... someone did stuff to me... didn't they?" he asked shakily. He felt
David squeeze his hand.

"James, honestly, I can't say that... but from what you're saying, and the
fact you're thinking it, suggests it might be a possibility," Dr Arkwright
said honestly. "Now, I do need to let you know, as we have this suspicion,
there are processes I need to follow which does mean some of what you've
told me will have to be shared."

"Yes sir," James nodded, keeping his composure surprisingly well. "I read
the safeguarding policy when I joined the school, so I know what'll
happen."

Dr Arkwright smiled at the comment. It was so very typical of the boy. He
stood up and said, "I'm going to go and make a quick phone call. Will you
two be okay for a moment?"

"Yes sir, I'm okay!" James assured him before he left.

"Are you?" David asked once they were alone. "Okay, I mean!"

"Yeah," James nodded. "Well... no." He paused, frowning. "I'm not happy
about... whatever happened but, I hate not knowing what was going on in my
head so... yeah... if this is a possible answer, I wanna know it! I'm not
gonna cry if that's what you're worried about!"

David smiled. "Aww, and here I was ready to channel my inner Chris and hug
it all better!" he giggled.

"You can... still hug me!" James said, looking like he might actually cry.

David reached out and held him, but it seemed it was enough to hold the
tears at bay.

"David. Could you... not tell anyone about this?" James requested quietly.

"Sure, whatever you need!" David said back, still holding him.

*****

The last day before any break was always a strange one, with some teachers
staunchly sticking to the idea that class wasn't out yet and that lessons
needed to go on, while others simply resigned themselves to the fact that
they were never really getting the students' attention, so why try?

While Mr Chambers, the history teacher the boys had coming up in their last
double period of the day was a firm believer in studying right up to the
final bell, Mr Yaeger, the music teacher was the total opposite. The boys'
double period after lunch had basically been a party. While it had started
out as a massive wall of sounds from the various instruments, the boys had
quickly tired of trying to be heard over each other and decided actual
music was a little less unpleasant to hear. That was when they had demanded
performances.

The class, made up of the boys from dorms 1.05 and 1.06 was home to two
separate musical groups - `Double Jay', a duet made up of Jenson and Justin
from dorm 1.06 and the still-unnamed band made up of Chris and Nicky. The
other boys had insisted on a quick `battle of the bands' to entertain them
and the two groups had split off to pick song choices to try and out-do
each other, with Mr Yaeger chosen to be the judge.

The other boys had not been overly surprised when Mikey scurried off to
join his two boyfriends, the throuple proving utterly inseparable. They had
no idea about the recent discovery of his musical aptitude and the
impromptu competition was the perfect opportunity to surprise them.

Quietly conferring, Nicky scrolled through the list of songs in his
playlist of `songs we've performed together', a list he added to each time
the trio tried out another song. He stopped at one and held up his phone,
grinning, avoiding saying it aloud in case Double Jay overheard.

"Hmm, I dunno," Chris said, frowning. "Are you even good to perform?" he
asked, knowing about Nicky's frequent stage fright concerns.

Nicky shrugged, glanced round at his dormmates as well as the other dorm
who he had now spent a year and a half sharing classes with. "It's only
these guys, and if I'm just playing, I'm fine. It's singing that freaks me
out the most!"

"Aww, he's all grown up!" Chris giggled, getting a snigger from Mikey. "But
I dunno about the song. I mean, it's older than most of our parents!"

"Oh come on. I freakin' LOVE playing the main guitar part, you love singing
it and it's a hell of a way to show off Ringo, here!" Nicky explained.

"Who's Ringo?" Mikey frowned, twirling a drumstick casually.

Chris and Nicky both giggled as Chris said, "Okay, fair point. If we win
the toss, we go second, right?"

Nicky nodded happily.

"And it doesn't count as singing if you join in on the ah-ah-ahh bits,
right?" Chris grinned.

Nicky sighed and said, "Fine, I'll `ahhh' for you!"

"Come on boys, period's nearly over!" Mr Yaeger called out, glancing at the
clock. The two groups stood either side of him, the rest of the boys
gathered as their small audience. "Okay, call it," the teacher said,
looking to Jenson as he flipped a coin.

"Heads!" Jenson declared.

"And..." Mr Yaeger said, catching and revealing the coin. "Tails it is!"

"They're going first!" Chris called immediately. "Good luck, guys!" he
added sincerely. Despite the competition, there was no animosity. The two
groups had even performed together a few times at Music Club.

Double Jay got in position and, getting the thumbs-up from Mr Yaeger who
joined the crowd, Justin called out, "If you know it... don't join in! I've
heard you guys sing!" He got a laugh from the crowd with a couple of
playful boos before starting the intro, Jenson coming in a few moments
later with the drums as they started their rendition of Blinding Lights by
The Weeknd.

"Damn, they're good!" Mikey exclaimed as he watched on from the side of the
stage.

"Yeah, but we're better!" Chris said back, giving Mikey then Nicky a good
luck kiss.

As the duo finished up, the crowd who were already on their feet burst into
applause and cheers. Despite the obvious dorm-divide in the bands, the
crowd seemed supportive of both, the dorm 1.05 boys cheering Double Jay
every bit as enthusiastically as they would cheer for their own dormmates.

"Fuckin' awesome!" Chris declared, giving the pair high-fives as they
swapped places on the stage.

"Hey Mikey, spectators go down here!" Josh called out as the confused group
watched Mikey take a seat at the drums while Nicky and Chris donned their
guitars.

"Hey Josh... bite me!" Mikey called back, getting a stern look from Mr
Yaeger that he met with his best `sorry, not sorry' smirk.

"Okay fellas," Chris said with a grin. "Might be a bit before most of your
time but... screw it, you're not judging! Mr Yaeger, I think you'll like
this!" He turned to Nicky grinned and said, "Hit it!"

Nicky burst into the opening riff of Thunderstruck by AC/DC. The boys
watching, while mostly unfamiliar with the song outside of the Iron Man 2
soundtrack, were still impressed by the fast playing. It took them a moment
to even realise Mikey was drumming. The trio played like pros and weren't
shy about the volume either, so much so that they virtually drowned out the
bell signalling the end of the lesson.

Though the music section was mostly soundproofed from the rest of the
building to avoid disruptions, filing out into the halls the music could be
heard and a few curious students gathered at the doors, peering inside.

Nicky glanced over, feeling his nerves growing a little as the size of the
crowd grew, even by just a few people, but then HE appeared... Angel! This
time accompanied by Froggy and the rest of the new dorm 1.01 boys. He felt
his hands freeze up, the riff just screeching to a halt as he stood stuck
in place.

Chris glanced at Mikey, then to Nicky and back before stopping his own
playing and singing. "Sorry fellas, outta time, but you get the idea!" he
did his best to cover.

Despite the abrupt halt, the crowd took a moment then burst into cheers and
applause, the boys at the door leaving now that the entertainment was over,
though Angel lingered a moment longer staring at the nervous boy on stage.

"Well, everyone was awesome, so you both win!" Mr Yaeger called out,
getting a unanimous boo for his impartiality. "Ah, boo yourselves! Get
everything straightened up before you leave, and I hope you all have a
wonderful week off!"

"I'm sorry," Nicky whimpered to the others.

"Don't sweat it," Chris said cheerfully, putting an arm around him as
Double Jay approached.

*****

Saturday 13 February 2021

Rob awoke to a familiar but unexpected sensation – his dick was being
stroked. After lights-out, he had snuck up to dorm 2.08 to spend a last
night with Alex before their time apart for the half-term break. As he lay
on his side, consciousness creeping back in, he felt Alex behind him, one
of his boyfriend's arms beneath him, the other draped over him, both hands
grasped together against his chest. It took a few moments for Rob to
question how his penis was being stroked if both of Alex's hands were
together.

Rob's eyes shot open, and he saw the grinning face of Luke, knelt on the
floor beside Alex's bed, stroking him. He went to ask what was happening,
but seeing Luke raise his fingers to his lips, Rob remained silent. He
slowly caught on to what was happening and grinned back at Luke.

Though they were both allowed to play together, something seemed inherently
wrong about laying in his sleeping boyfriend's arms while someone else
pleasured him. And yet... it felt amazing. The risk, the secrecy, the
wrongness, all of it adding up to an immensely pleasurable sensation as
Luke's hand pumped away slowly.

He seemed to know the highest speed he could go to without causing too much
movement and potentially waking Alex, a skill honed over years at
Kingswood. While all the boys knew everybody did it, it was still largely
done in secret and the ability to masturbate under the covers without
rocking awake a bunkmate was something most boys mastered through Years 7
to 9 when they used bunkbeds.

Rob craned his head forward a little, peering down into Luke's crotch,
watching excitedly as the older boy pleasured himself at the same time. He
felt his breath getting heavier and deliberately began to focus on his
breathing, worried that he might disturb Alex or maybe even the other two
boys across the room if he began breathing too heavily.

Feeling his orgasm edging closer, Rob's eyes widened as he nodded slightly
to Luke, letting him know it was about to happen. Annoyingly, Luke smirked
and pulled his hand away. Rob glared angrily, but only for a moment before
the hand returned.

Luke did it a few more times, edging Rob and watching him try his hardest
not to squirm, eagerly pumping at his own boner while he teased the younger
boy.

Almost on the verge of reaching down and finishing himself off, Rob watched
happily as Luke stood, aimed his dick at Rob's face and let loose several
spurts of spunk. Rob's eyes squeezed shut to avoid getting it in his eye
and a moment later felt Luke's hand stroking him again. This time he didn't
stop! Blinded by the older boy's jizz, Rob trembled as he began to shoot
his own, straight ahead of him, hearing it spattering noisily onto the
floor.

By the time he managed to reach up and wipe the cum from his eye, Luke was
already back in his own bed, just a short distance away as the two bunks
arranged head-to-head. Still recovering, Rob felt a slight nudge under his
pillow and realised Luke had stretched his arm up under his own pillow,
placing his hand under Rob/Alex's. Careful not to move too quickly and wake
Alex, Rob reached a hand up under the pillow and took hold of Luke's,
gripping it tightly as they both dozed.

*****

Chris and Nicky strolled along the path heading back to the main entrance,
casually holding hands. "I like this part," Chris said, glancing back to
the road where David had just left, "But I hate it too!"

"Hmm," Nicky hummed, not really listening.

Chris managed to take it as a prompt to go on though and continued, "I love
seeing everyone excited to see their families and getting to go home,
but... I dunno, it sucks that I won't see them for so long!"

Nicky just about managed to catch the gist of what he was saying and said,
"It's only nine days, seven if you count the days we leave and come back!
And besides, it gives you an excuse for more hugs when they leave... AND
when they come back... AND I know you just like perving on David's dads!"

Chris shrugged. "What? I don't know any other gay grown-ups. I guess it
makes them... kinda hot!"

Nicky thought about it for a moment then nodded. "Yeah, fair point. Whadda
you think was going on with James?" he asked, the boys having spotted him
leaving earlier, but not with his dad and step-mum like usual.

Chris shrugged. "Dunno. Got a feeling David does though. Might message him
later and ask!"

"Do you..." Nicky started, but stopped mid-sentence as he saw a small group
of boys emerge from the Home Building. He instinctively pulled Chris
closer.

"Oh, Chris, Nicky, hi!" Angel called out, smiling sweetly as he hurried
down the steps, a couple of his dormmates close behind. He immediately
grabbed Chris in a hug, then looked at Nicky completely innocently and
said, "I'm guessing we're not up to hugging yet!"

Chris chuckled. "Sure you are!" he said, nudging Nicky towards the boy. "Go
ahead!"

"Oh, well... if you say it's okay," Angel giggled. He reached up and
grabbed the taller boy.

Nicky let out a slight whimper.

"Oh, I'll be right back!" Chris called out, seeing Mr Beecham appear round
the corner of the building.

"I'll come with you," Nicky yelped, keeping hold of his hand.

"I... kinda need to speak to him alone," Chris said, pulling his hand
free. "You hang out here with these guys!" he smiled.

"Yeah donkey-pussy, you hang out here!" Froggy sniggered as Chris left, by
now backed up by two of his dormmates who joined in. "Saw you on stage
yesterday!" he sneered. "Or rather, saw you fuck up on stage!"

"Leave me alone," Nicky said shakily.

"But we're having so much fun together!" another boy grinned. "And seeing
you perform was... inspiring. We were all thinking of signing up for music
club after half-term!"

Nicky felt like he was going to throw up. He had already given up diving
because of Angel and Froggy. Would they really chase him out of music too?
Scared he was about to just burst into tears in front of the younger boys,
Nicky did what was becoming his default reaction to them – he ran. With
a few sniggers following him, he dashed up into the building, not even
bothering to look for where Chris had gone.

A few moments earlier, Chris had hurried over to the approaching teacher,
giving him a smug smirk on the way. "Oh hi sir. Can we talk?" he asked,
grinning.

"Yes, I think we should!" Mr Beecham said sternly. He turned back and
walked around the corner of the building and Chris followed. While it was
not completely private, most of the school had left by now and those who
remained were mostly contained inside the building, waiting for their rides
to turn up.

"Let me see it!" Chris demanded as soon as they were out of sight of Nicky
and the Year 7s.

"What? No!" Mr Beecham said sharply.

"Oh, so does that mean you've had it removed somehow?" Chris asked, raising
his eyebrows. "Do I have to do what I threatened?"

"I'm hoping you won't do anything at all!" Mr Beecham said honestly. The
boy stared back at him. "Chris, come on. I know you. You're a good kid and
this..." he paused shaking his head. "This doesn't feel like you!"

Chris looked a little sheepish. He hadn't planned to blackmail the
teacher. He never even imagined ending up in a situation where it could
happen, but when the opportunity presented itself, he had jumped at
it. "You don't think this makes us even?" he asked.

"No, Chris, I don't! When I put you in chastity, it was for a valid
reason!" Mr Beecham insisted.

"No, you didn't. It was NOT valid!" Chris said back angrily.

"Chris, you're a student, I'm a teacher and you made sexual advances at me!
How is that not valid?" the teacher demanded.

"Okay, that's wrong!" Chris said bluntly. As he got a curious look back, he
said, "The whole I'm a student, you're a teacher thing. That's wrong!"

"How so?" Mr Beecham asked curiously, his head tilting slightly.

"I'm not just a student. I'm a student you've done things with before and
enjoyed. And you're not just a teacher, you were my coach and you
were... or are... my friend! So when I... how did you put it... make sexual
advancements... I... I'm not just another student to be punished!" Chris
explained.

The teacher took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as he nodded. "Okay,
fine... I... get how our relationship is... different thanks to some of our
history, but that doesn't mean I can let you do what you like... and it
definitely doesn't excuse blackmail!"

Chris looked a little embarrassed.

"Chris, do you understand, if you do the things you threatened, I wouldn't
just be fired, I'd get arrested!" Mr Beecham explained. "And yes, maybe
that's what I deserve, but... I don't think that's really what you want to
do, is it?"

Chris sniffed and shook his head. "No sir," he said meekly. "I'm sorry," he
added, reaching into his pocket to pull out the key he had been carrying
everywhere ever since he locked the man.

"Keep it!" Mr Beecham said, pushing the hand away. "You're right that what
I did was mean and maybe we do need something to set things right,
so... how about I keep this thing on over half-term, you let me out when we
get back and then we call it even?"

Chris nodded emphatically, smiling.

"But... you delete the photo right now!" the teacher requested.

Chris' smile grew broader. "I can't sir... because I deleted it before I
even left your office!"

"Oh, you little bastard!" Mr Beecham sniggered, shaking his head.

Chris giggled and said, "I know how it could hurt you and I'd never want to
do that!" The two exchanged a silent stare for a few moments before Chris
went on, "But maybe I can add another rule in before we make it a deal,"
Chris suggested, blushing a little.

"Oh yes?" the man said, folding his arms and looking at Chris suspiciously.

"I get to... unlock you and... erm... examine you for any injuries, like
you did to me!" Chris requested optimistically.

"Well... `no' would be the obvious answer to that!" Mr Beecham said,
shaking his head, then smirked a little as he said, "Although that answer
may change a little after nine more days!"

"Getting a bit horny are ya, sir?" Chris giggled.

"That would not be appropriate to discuss with a student!" he replied
firmly, "But then you're not just any student, I suppose."

"And you're not just any teacher, sir!" Chris said back, smiling
fondly. "I'll see you after the break... Owen!" he added playfully before
running off.

Seeing Nicky was gone, Chris hurried inside and up to the dorm. As he
walked in, he called out, "Didn't feel like waiting for me?" to Nicky, who
was sat on one of the sofas.

Mikey suddenly peered round, held tightly in Nicky's grasp. "Help me!" he
said, pretending to choke from the tight hug.

"Everything okay?" Chris asked as he approached, casually stroking his
fingers through both boys' hair at the same time.

"He's my boyfriend. Am I not allowed to hug him?" Nicky asked, keen to
avoid any questions about what had happened.

"Not if it cuts off circulation!" Mikey gasped.

Chris giggled, jumping over the back of the sofa beside the other two.

"You guys are too cute!" Rob said, shaking his head.

"Oh please, I've seen you and Alex. You're just as bad!" Mikey said, often
irritated by being called cute.

Rob chuckled, but the smile quickly dropped as he thought about his
boyfriend... and Luke! "How did... you guys get together... anyway?"

The throuple glanced at each other, shrugging a little as they decided
silently who would answer. Chris was seemingly selected as he said, "Well I
asked Nicky out, because... well look at that adorable widdle face, who
could resist?" It got a laugh from the others, even Nicky reluctantly. "But
then we... kinda realised we both liked Mikey so we pretty much asked him
out together."

Rob nodded thoughtfully. Seeing the others beginning to look at him
suspiciously, he quickly grabbed for a subject changed and said,
"So... Mikey... drums, huh?"

Mikey shrugged, able to do so now that Nicky had grabbed onto Chris instead
of him. "Yeah, no big," he said casually.

"What?!" Chris exclaimed. "It's totally... big!" he said, shaking his head
a little as he sat up. He turned to Rob and said proudly, "Mr Yaeger called
him a prodigy!"

"It's really no big thing," Mikey insisted as Rob looked impressed. "I
mean... it's drums... you just... hit the right things in the right
order... right?"

Chris and Nicky looked at each other for a moment, curiously.

"Ugh, it's annoying that he's right!" Nicky sniggered.

Rob giggled. "But you were all awesome. I love that song you played!"

"Yeah, shame we didn't get to finish," Mikey said with a slight shrug.

Nicky seemed to shrink inwards a little.

"Hey..." Chris said, reaching out to nudge Mikey.

"Oh," Mikey said, looking sorry as he turned to Nicky. "I didn't mean you,
I just meant... ya know... cos of the bell!"

Nicky shook his head. "No, I get it, I fucked it up," he pouted, thinking
about Angel and his friends had said. "Maybe I should just... quit. What's
the point of a performer who can't perform?"

"Hey, come on, you're..." Chris started, but stopped as a phone rang.

"Hi," Nicky said as he answered the ringing phone. "Okay, see you soon." He
hung up and said quickly, "They're nearly here, we should head out."

Chris frowned, unhappy to have left the conversation where it was, but
Nicky was already on his feet grabbing his bag and Mikey had literally
squealed with excitement at the thought of seeing Nicky's parents. "Gonna
come out and see us off?" he asked, holding his arm out towards Rob.

"Sure, not much else to do," Rob shrugged, standing and letting Chris
casually place an arm around him. He smiled at Chris, appreciating the
gesture. He had found out a while ago that Danny had shared Rob's feelings
of being left out with Chris after their accident and since then Chris had
been extra affectionate. "By the way, you can tell Danny I forgive him for
telling about... ya know... the me stuff!" he said with a slight chuckle

Chris let out a gentle sigh. "If I can get hold of him I might," he said
sadly as they followed along behind Nicky and a very excitable Mikey. As
Rob looked at him curiously, he added, "I haven't spoken to him for ages! I
keep trying but... nothing!"

"I'm sure he's fine," Rob said, feeling the worry coming off of Chris in
waves.

"Oh yeah," Chris said, shaking his head. "Nothing ever goes wrong round
here!" he said sarcastically.


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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
---------

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