Date: Fri, 21 Oct 2022 13:50:28 +0000 From: Matt Smith Subject: The Kingswood Eight - Chapter 30 Author's Note: This is Book Two of The Kingswood Saga. If you want to start at the beginning, please check out Book One which can be found here: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/tales-from-kingswood/ If have any thoughts, comments or questions, you can contact me on matterotica@hotmail.co.uk. You also find me on patreon at patreon.com/matterotica where you will also find additional content and exclusive stories. Finally, Nifty is a wonderful site that has been home to my stories for over a decade. If you love it as much as I do, please consider supporting them. More info at https://donate.nifty.org/ -------------------------------- The Kingswood Eight - Chapter 30 Friday 30 April 2021 The mood on the coach was more than a little tense. Although it was only the second match of three in round two of the SCIPS football and rugby tournaments, these were likely the matches that would have the biggest impact on who made it to the finals. While that in itself added a hefty dose of pressure, it was the fact the Kingswood boys were on their way to King Edward IV Evans Hill School for Boys (or just `King Edwards' to the students) that was really making them nervous. Aside from being renowned as the strictest school out of the eight in the SCIPS program, they were also unbeaten so far across both sports and all six Year groups. The only exceptions had been their Year 13 football match against Witherington Grammar School and the Year 12 rugby match against Fothergill Academy, both of which had still ended in a tie and not a loss. Both Kingswood Year 8 teams were on the coach, along with the Year 9 rugby team and Year 10 football team, yet it remained uncharacteristically quiet. Of the boys there, only the Year 10s had visited King Edwards before, and their obvious reluctance to go had spooked the younger students substantially. "A gentle reminder," Mr Cunningham said as they neared the school. "While on King Edwards grounds, we are beholden..." he paused, looking to a nearby Year 10 as he added, "That means we have to obey it, Miles," getting a slight laugh from nearby students, "To their rules!" he finished the warning. "So be on your best behaviour unless you want to be on the receiving end of some rather strict punishments!" "Oh my god," Josh muttered. "Is he actually TRYING to scare us? I feel like he is. It can't be that bad, can it?" Rob shrugged. "Luke says it's pretty bad!" he said nervously. "Fuck, what did he say about it?" Josh asked as others nearby listened in. Rob grinned. "Not a lot. That was mostly just an excuse to mention my sexy boyfriend!" he giggled, earning him a rough shove from the side as the other boys groaned. "At least your boyfriend gets to come with you!" Mikey moped. Being a member of the Year 10 rugby team, Luke was also travelling to the other school, while both of Mikey's boyfriends were unfortunately on neither the football nor rugby team and had stayed at Kingswood along with David and James. "Hey, I'm travelling solo too," Danny said, casually putting an arm around the other boy. "Wanna be my temporary boyfriend for the weekend?" "Hmmm," Mikey hummed playfully for a moment then grinned and said, "Sure, why not!" "I wonder what it's like to be on Mikey's good side?" Kyle asked with a smirk, kneeling and looking back from the seats in front. "Every side of me's a good side, dog breath!" Mikey scowled. "Clearly," Danny sniggered at the utterly unnecessary insult, earning a scowl in response as the others chuckled. He gave Mikey a squeeze and playfully kissed his cheek. "Yeah, you may wanna get that outta your system before we get off the coach!" Rob warned from across the aisle. As the others looked his way curiously, he explained, "No public displays of affection at King Edwards. School rule!" "I didn't think it was a rule," Adrian warned, kneeling up alongside Kyle. "I heard you just shouldn't do it cos you'll get the shit kicked outta you!" "Yeah, let `em fucking try it!" Josh snarled. His anger flared so strongly the others nearby visibly flinched for a moment, looking at him nervously. "I DON'T like bullies!" he said, fists clenching, though they released a little as Rob gently stroked his arm. Conversation didn't really pick up again after that, aside from quiet muttering as they passed through the gates and the school came into sight. Danny found himself thinking back to the moment he passed through the huge secure gates at Kingswood for the first time. "Is this a school or a prison?" his dad had joked, though as the buildings came into view, they had all been pleasantly surprised by the beauty of the grounds and the grandeur of the architecture. King Edwards was... a very different experience. This actually did look like a prison! Much like Kingswood, the grounds seemed to be surrounded by woodlands, but the perimeter was lined by a three-metre-tall, barbed-wire-topped chain-link fence. There appeared to be a number of huge buildings, all based around a large courtyard, but they were a far-cry from the Edwardian architecture of Kingswood's Home Building or the sleek modern design of the Sports Complex. These were little more than giant concrete monoliths, clearly designed for function over form. The appearance did little to put the nervous boys at ease, most barely talking above a whisper as they filed off the vehicles. "LINE UP IN FRONT OF YOUR COACHES!" a stern-looking man bellowed at the boys. Inclined to good behaviour already, the Kingswood boys would have complied easily from a simple instruction, but the intimating surroundings and scarily-aggressive man had them in place within moments. "I am Mr Darwin," the man said firmly. He looked exactly the way you are probably imagining. White, tall, muscular, cropped hair and disdain for youth that emanated from him in waves of excess testosterone. Clearly the type of man who had watched one too many clichι American war movies and adopted the role of `douchebag drill sergeant' in lieu of actually developing a personality. "I am head of discipline here at King Edward the fourth Evans Hill School for boys, which means while you are visiting us here, you answer to ME," Mr Darwin went on, slowly pacing up and down the rows, ensuring everyone got the chance to bask in the warm friendly glow of his presence! "While you are here you will do what you are told, when you are told to do it. In your accommodation you will find a simple list of school rules. Familiarise yourself with them and OBEY them. Ignorance will not be accepted as an excuse for misbehaviour. You will also find an itinerary setting out mealtimes and match times. Punctuality is expected!" Stopping back at his original mark, he looked up and down the rows of boys and sneered. "Your guides will now show you to your accommodation. Unpack, review the information, shower and be ready for dinner promptly at six. Dismissed!" Most of the younger boys were now exchanging fairly terrified looks. Even the more nervous among them had been partially convinced the stories were exaggerated, but their abrupt greeting made it all sound more credible. They were clearly in for a long weekend! ***** "Have I ever told you you're my favourite?" Chris asked, giving David a cheesy grin. David's eyes narrowed as he replied, "No, and if you did, I wouldn't believe you anyway!" Nicky smirked, listening in on the conversation while pretending not to. "Well... okay..." Chris said, annoyed that his feeble attempt at flattery had failed. "But I still think you're great!" "Aww, thanks, that's so kind of you!" David said, smiling happily for a moment before adding, "But the answer's still no!" Chris scowled as he heard another smirk from Nicky. "Pleeeeease," Chris begged. "I used up my other views. Let me submit another video to earn more!" Chris had become one of Mikey and David's best customers, submitting a fairly considerable number of naughty videos to them in exchange for temporary access to see others. "I told you, Mikey does the business, I'm just the tech guy!" David shrugged. The business had started out just with Mikey, originally trading unhealthy snacks for favours before it gradually changed into something substantially more adult. That was when David had been brought onboard, Mikey using the tech-savvy boy's skills to carve out a small, safe section of the school's secure network from which they could run their operation. "Yeah, but Mikey's not here!" Chris said, visibly frustrated. "And he won't be back for two days. I can't wait that long; I NEED to see more!" "Need to?" Nicky finally spoke up. "Do we need to be worried?" "You mean more than usual?" James added sardonically from nearby. He had appeared to be busy reading, but his well-timed comment suggested he was just as engrossed in the exchange as Nicky. Chris huffed, shook his head and said, "Fine, I don't NEED to, I just... really want to! You guys have SO many videos now and I wanna see them all. Come on, maybe just... gimme access for the weekend as Mikey's not here to `do business' or whatever!" David shook his head. "As your friend, Chris, I just can't do that. I give you all of it and I'm worried you might actually wank yourself to death! Or possibly wank so hard your thingy drops off!" James sniggered. "Picturing it?" Nicky asked with a wry grin. "Yeah, it's hilarious, he ends up looking like an action figure with no bits down there!" James replied. Chris, already annoyed at the repeated refusal, was now growing angrier at the obvious amusement he was giving the other two. "I won't be that bad. Come on. Please, David. I really wanna see them all! There's so many hot guys who've done videos and I wanna see them! Pleeeeeease!" "Oh!" James suddenly yelped. He leaned in close to Nicky and whispered to him for a moment. Nicky listened, then grinned, chuckling wickedly as he stared at Chris. "What?" Chris demanded. Nicky gestured for David to come over and whispered to him, getting an equally wicked laugh from the smaller boy as he looked at Chris too. "I'm not gonna like this, am I?" Chris whimpered, his annoyance quickly turning to concern. "You ever heard the phrase `be careful what you wish for'?" Nicky asked with a grin as he stood, along with the other two, facing Chris. A few minutes later, with a lot of anxious questioning but not even a hint of resistance, Chris found himself sitting on one of the desk chairs, totally naked, wrists and ankles bound to the seat. He kept asking what they were going to do to him, but the three boys continued their preparations, ignoring his questioning entirely. "And this'll play all of them?" Nicky asked, holding David's phone. "Yup," David said, slipping the phone into a headset he and James often used for their gaming. "I guess we'll see you later," Nicky said as he turned and slipped the headset onto Chris. He leaned in close, kissed him on the neck and whispered, "Love you!" before popping in earphones too. He looked to David and said, "Okay, start it up! I may not like this business of yours and Mikey's, but that doesn't mean I can't make use of it," he smirked. David hit play on his laptop, starting up the video playing in Chris' display. Immediately, a grin spread across Chris' face. "Ah fuck, yes!" he declared happily as he watched a Year 10 boy appear on screen and begin undressing. "How long d'you think it'll take him to figure it out?" James asked, keeping his voice low. The earphones muted a lot of external sound, but they were still being careful not to let Chris hear anything else. As Nicky watched his boyfriend's cock rapidly inflate, he sniggered and said, "Definitely not long!" The three of them made a token effort to return to doing other things, but it was hard to draw their attention away from the excited, naked boy. As predicted, it was barely five minutes before Chris called out, "Isn't anyone gonna... do something... for me?" The others stifled giggles. "Fuck," Chris grunted as he realised his predicament. He was now stuck watching exactly what he had asked for, hearing the pleasured sounds along with it, but remained utterly unable to touch himself. His arousal was growing by the second, with absolutely no opportunity for release and no way to stop watching. "Okay, okay, you've made your point," Chris said, squirming in his seat. "Can we stop now?" Nicky moved back to Chris and gently tweaked a nipple, getting a slight squeak in response. He pulled out an earphone, leaned in again and whispered, "Sunday night!" "Wh... what about it?" Chris asked nervously, his cock already tipped with a small bead of precum. "That's when you get to cum," Nicky said softly. "Until then... enjoy the show!" "No no no no," Chris objected as the earphone was put back in. "Fuck!" ***** Dinnertime at King Edwards was just as regimented as everything else at the school seemed to be. While the Kingswood boys were used to queuing orderly and patiently, they were always lively and excitable, chatting with other boys in the line or on the tables near the dinner queue. Today, with Mr Darwin lurking nearby ready to pounce on the first sign of misbehaviour and his small army of prefects patrolling, the Kingswood boys were mostly scared into obedient silence. As Josh stood in the queue, looking out across the horde of King Edwards clones (at least, that's how the obedient boys appeared), his eyes fell on one boy in particular. Back at the very beginning of the SCIPS tournament, when Kingswood had hosted a weekend of `friendly' matches for the participating schools, Josh had spotted a boy in apparent distress. He played in goal for the Year 8 King Edwards football team and appeared to be the target of some particularly harsh words from his team captain, as well as many of his teammates. Josh had attempted to talk to the boy, whose name he still didn't even know but had been unable to make any progress. Before they left Kingswood though, Josh had managed to slip the other boy his phone number and a note saying to call if he ever needed help. He had not called, but the whole thing had still played on Josh's mind ever since. Looking at the boy now, Josh could see he didn't look particularly happy, though it was hardly a room full of smiles anyway. He was sitting alone as he ate. Like most of the other boys at his school, he was a fairly imposing figure, though as he sat alone, he seemed to shrink into himself, a small, lonely figure in a sea of hefty peers. Josh only realised he was staring when the boy finally glanced his way. His eyes widened as he saw Josh and immediately looked away. While Josh remained in the queue, he kept looking, hoping to make eye contact again, if only to offer a smile, but he quickly finished eating and was gone before Josh even reached the front of the queue. Once dinner was concluded, the Kingswood teams were offered a tour of the school, though it was little more than a rigidly ordered trudge around a series of identical-looking areas whilst being lectured on the history of the school with a few extra verses of the Mr Darwin classic, `Do as you're told or there'll be trouble!' With the tour out of the way, the boys were instructed to use the evening constructively. Some had resorted to taking some study time, getting any weekend homework out of the way, while others had gathered in their respective teams for a final night of strategizing. Josh had been sitting with the other members of the Year 8 football team when the King Edwards team captain and a couple of his teammates approached them. "You can save yourself the effort and forfeit the match in advance, ya know!" the opposing captain sneered. His name was Gregory Dwight and despite being captain, actually looked to be one of the smaller boys. He had a definite air of cockiness about him as he sneered at the visitors. He also happened to be painfully good looking, which made hating him a tiny bit harder, but they all still managed it. "Yeah, we're unbeaten so far and you bunch of dick-lickers ain't about to change that!" one of his oversized teammates said, getting a low snigger from the others. "Yeah... w... well... erm..." Aaron Moore, the Kingswood captain, stuttered nervously. "This guy's your captain? Wow, no wonder you guys suck," Gregory smirked. "I mean, we already know you suck..." he said, miming a blowjob gesture, "But with a loser like this in charge, you suck in literally every way!" "We haven't lost a match yet," Danny said confidently, standing up to face the rival team. "And I know you know that, which is probably why you're over here trying so hard to psych us out. Or maybe the big man is over-compensating for something," he said, tilting his head a little, "And I don't just mean your crappy football skills!" he added, overtly lowering his gaze to Gregory's crotch as he smirked. The Kingswood team burst into laughter as Gregory's eyes widened with fury. As he took a step towards Danny, his teammates grabbed him. "Greg, don't, we'll get disqualified!" one of the other King Edwards boys warned him, wisely. "No way we're losing to a FAGGOT school like yours!" Greg snarled, pulling his arms free of the two boys holding him back, but making no further attempt to close in on Danny. Mikey was already on his feet, ready to jump in and defend Danny if needed. While he remained conflicted about his recent violent outburst, there was no way he would let anyone hurt Danny, no matter the cost. Seeing that the threat seemed to have passed, and incensed over having the school he loved insulted he said back sharply, "Kinda funny actually. We're supposedly the faggot school, but tomorrow you'll be the ones getting fucked!" The comment triggered a burst of laughter and jeers, significant enough to draw attention from one of the lurking prefects who came over and quickly called out, "Okay, keep it down! There a problem here?" The two groups stared at each other in absolute disdain for several moments before Gregory turned to the prefect and said, "No, just... getting to know the opposition." "Yeah. Looking forward to a good match tomorrow," Aaron reassured the older student to try and avoid any of his team getting punished. The prefect clearly didn't believe either of them but stood silently until the two groups parted. "Okay, we REALLY need to win tomorrow!" Aaron sighed as he sat back down. "I've got a few ideas," Danny said with a smile before looking to Aaron a little awkwardly. "Oh... erm... if you want them, that is!" he added, growing increasingly cautious of stepping on the captain's toes. "Against those homophobic twats I'll take any help we can get," Aaron said, shaking his head. Mikey looked round as he returned to his seat. Before standing up, he had been sat next to Josh, who had now vanished. "Hey, you guys see where Josh went?" he asked the boys nearby. "Ran off to the dorm," Kyle said, gesturing in the direction of the huge dorm the Year 8 boys had been allocated. "Nice insult, by the way," he added with a snigger, getting a few other happy comments from other boys. "Ha, thanks," Mikey said proudly with a wicked grin before heading off towards the dorm. It was a large room, compared to their dorms at Kingswood, but substantially less welcoming. The walls were painted a lifeless pale grey and the few small windows around the top of the room barely let in the faintest light, most of the room's illumination coming from a series of fluorescent tubes that bathed the room in a sickly yellow glow. Each of the four walls were lined with a set of three bunk beds with a set of four in the centre of the room, meaning the whole of Kingswood's Year 8 could have fit into the room had they all been present. Upon arrival, bunks had swiftly been claimed and inevitably formed groups based on their Kingswood dorms. Danny, Rob, Josh and Mikey had ended up with two sets of bunk beds near the entrance. As soon as Mikey walked in, he spotted the Josh-shaped mound curled under the covers at the foot of his bunk. "Hey, you okay?" Mikey asked, standing by awkwardly. "I'm fine," Josh replied back, not emerging from beneath the covers. Mikey's face screwed up thoughtfully for a moment, unsure how to proceed before ultimately leaning towards frank honesty. "I'm a bit shit at this stuff, so if you say you're fine, I'll take your word for it," he started, "But... you don't seem fine!" "Okay, I'm not fine," Josh answered, mirroring his honesty. "But I don't wanna talk about it!" "Okay, no problem," Mikey replied. He glanced at the door, then back at the bunk. `What would Danny do?' he asked himself. He knew right away. There had been plenty of times that Mikey himself had `not wanted to talk' and Danny had always handled it the same way. Channelling his friend, he lifted the covers on Josh's bunk. "I said I don't want to talk," Josh insisted. "I know," Mikey said as he climbed in beside him. "And I'm not gonna ask you to," he went on, curling up at the other end of the bed. "But just cos you don't wanna talk, doesn't mean you have to be alone!" Josh didn't say anything else, so Mikey just lay silently under the covers for a minute. "He made me think of Mark!" Josh eventually said quietly, shuffling round a little. Mikey shuffled round too, so their heads were almost together, facing each other as they lay opposite ways round on the bed. He lifted the covers just enough to let some light in to see the other boys. "Who did?" he asked softly. "That... that King Edwards guy... the captain," Josh said a little shakily. "Something... something about him... when he started being a dick... it felt like listening to Mark... my oldest brother." Mikey didn't say anything, he just reached out and stroked the other boy's hair. "And then... I looked round and I realised so many guys here are... just like him! And suddenly it was like Mark was everywhere, he was all I could see and I... I..." his voice trailed off a little. As he continued, his voice was barely more than a squeak as he sniffed back tears. "I freaked out and ran away like a total fucking loser," he finished. Mikey just nodded silently, letting his fingers gently slide through Josh's hair. Josh sighed heavily as he lay enjoying the delicate touch. "Mikey, could you... not tell Danny or Rob about this?" "Hmmm," Mikey hummed thoughtfully for a moment. "I mean... the last time you kept secrets, you ended up planning to jump off the roof, so..." He shrugged a little. Josh burst into laughter. "I didn't think that was funny," Mikey frowned. Josh shook his head as he finished chuckling. "No, no it's not funny, I just... I love how you just have no filter! You say the stuff most guys don't have the balls to say!" Mikey smiled at the vague compliment as Josh added, "And don't worry, it's not like that. I'm staying firmly on the ground. I just... wanna go home already!" This time it was Mikey's turn to chuckle. As Josh looked at him curiously, he said, "You're like me. You think of Kingswood as home!" He got a nod in return. He thought for a moment about what Josh had just said and added softly, "And you're not a total fucking loser! I'm not friends with losers!" ***** Saturday 1 May 2021 "Is it Sunday night yet?" Nicky heard after being kicked awake. Letting out a low groan, Nicky opened his eyes and looked to the boy at his side. Chris was laying there, grinning, hands tied above his head to the bedpost. Following an evening of restrained video-watching, Chris had been released but only long enough to get into bed where he was promptly restrained once again. They had learned from his previous `No Nut Novembers' that even his impressive willpower had limits. "No, now shut up and go back to sleep!" Nicky growled. "But the others are already up!" Chris complained. "And I need a shower!" "Ugh, fine," Nicky said, reaching up to release Chris' hands. "Get off," he sniggered as he felt Chris' lips on his chest. "Oh, come on, it's right there, how can I resist?" Chris chuckled, giving it another quick kiss before Nicky pulled away. Lowering his arms, he shook them a little to get movement back into them. "You coming for a shower?" he asked, kissing the other boy briefly. Nicky frowned and shook his head. "You know I don't go in there!" he huffed. Chris leaned in and sniffed. "And yet, you don't smell like crap... so where DO you go?" he asked curiously, eyes narrowing. "That's... my business!" Nicky said defensively. He had continued sneaking into Mr Trent's apartment to use his bathroom and, two weeks in, he was yet to be seen or caught by anyone. "Oh well," Chris shrugged as he climbed off of his bunk. "I guess with nobody to supervise me, I might end up playing with myself while I'm alone!" "Don't!" Nicky said sharply. "Come shower with me and you can make sure of it!" Chris grinned. "I told you, NO!" Nicky said angrily. "You... you're..." Chris stuttered, pursing his lips as he scowled. "God, you just need to get the fuck over it. Me and Mikey always have to do EVERYTHING you say, but as soon as we want YOU to do something, it's just `no'. I get that you're a control freak in bed, but you don't get to do it ALL the time!" Nicky sat up and swung his legs round off of the bed and said sarcastically, "Oh, oh... I just need to get the fuck over it. It's that easy. Why didn't I think of that!" "I'm not saying it's easy, but you don't even try!" Chris said moodily. "You... you... just don't get it!" Nicky said, sitting back down, cowering away a little from his own aggression. "You just don't understand!" Chris went to reply, but felt his fists clenched and realised he likely shouldn't say what he was thinking. He took a breath and loosened his fists, then sat down on the foot of the bed. He gave a meek smile and said softly, "You're right, I don't understand, and I never will if you never tell me!" Nicky just stared back, sitting with his knees pulled up tightly to his chest, arms wrapped around them. He nodded and replied quietly, "Yeah, I know." Chris shuffled closer and placed a hand on Nicky's. "I'm gonna go shower. I won't touch myself!" he promised. As he went to stand, he felt Nicky's hand grasp onto his, standing up with him. Nicky grabbed Chris in a hug and whispered, "I'm sorry, I know I'm screwed up, but... I'll try and be better!" "No," Chris said, shaking his head. "You don't need to do better. I need to... be more understanding. I'll be better!" Nicky smiled weakly. "Maybe we can be better together!" he offered, getting a nod in return before they both leaned in for a quick conciliatory kiss. ***** "Jesus, you look like shit!" Mikey exclaimed as he came face to face with Josh. Josh let out a low groan and shook his head. "That thing I said yesterday about liking you having no filter... not such a fan right now!" he moaned. "Did you sleep at all?" Mikey asked as they quietly headed down the hallway, keeping their voices lowered to avoid any unwanted attention from the prison guards posing as prefects! "Nuh-uh," Josh said, shaking his head. "Every little noise made me jump!" "You sure you don't wanna talk to..." Mikey gestured ahead to where Rob and Danny were walking together. Josh shook his head. "Danny's still got his own shit to deal with and Rob's totally stressed about tomorrow's match. He doesn't need my crazy on top of it!" "You're not crazy!" Mikey said sharply. "I hate that word!" "I think I called you that word once!" Josh said, looking a little sheepish. "No, you said I was a fucking lunatic, broken, dangerous and belonged in a loony bin!" Mikey replied, keeping his voice low. He had meant it very matter-of-factly, referring to the day Josh had verbally assaulted the entire dorm at the behest of his older brothers. Mikey hadn't thought about how hard it might be for Josh to hear. "But we covered that when you came back and you're not totally wrong. At the time I had an imaginary friend!" "You..." Josh started, then frowned and asked, "Seriously?" As Mikey nodded, his eyebrows raised and he asked, "But you don't have one anymore?" Mikey shook his head. "Nah, he left," he said with a shrug, then cocked his head to the side as he thought for a moment and added, "Or we killed him and buried him in the woods behind the Sports Complex. Kinda depends on who you ask!" "I..." Josh started but shook his head as he puffed out his cheeks and exhaled slowly. "Well, I definitely feel less..." he paused, careful not to repeat the word Mikey hated. "Like you belong in a loony bin?" Mikey smirked. "Yeah!" Josh chuckled. A short way ahead of them, Danny nodded off down a hallway and said quickly, "Just nipping to the loo before breakfast! Save me a seat?" "Sure," Rob nodded, lingering back a moment to walk the rest of the way with Mikey and Josh as Danny hurried away. Danny hesitated as he stepped into the bathroom. He had been used to the ones over in their visitor accommodation, frequented by the boys from Kingswood and the other teams attending for the weekend. This one, being near the communal dining hall, had a few King Edwards `inmates' using it too. As Danny looked down towards the cubicles, he saw a group of older boys who looked fairly intimidating, so he headed the opposite way towards the rows on urinals. He unzipped and stood for a moment, the flow prevented from starting by nerves, especially as he heard footsteps behind him. Danny gulped as two large figures appeared, one moving to each side of him. He almost turned and ran. He was not yet physically capable of running as he continued his recovery, but he suspected he might regain the ability purely from the surge of adrenaline if things went as badly as he was imagining, but he managed to stay in place. "Alright gayboy!" the figure to his left said, getting a snigger from the other side. "This what you're looking for?" he asked, pulling out a cock so big he wondered if it was even real. "Fuck yes!" Danny said on pure instinct as he stared at it The two boys openly smirked at the reply. "Least he's honest!" the one to the right said, unzipping too. "I ain't as big as him, but I'm still bigger than your little pecker!" he added, pulling out a cock that would have been slightly above average on an adult. Danny kept looking side to side, from big dick to bigger dick and back, trembling a little, his own cock immediately swelling to full firmness. "Wh... what d'you want?" Danny asked. This was a normal school. A straight school. Even a homophobic school for the most-part. So, two looming figures with their dicks out, calling him gayboy... he knew this couldn't be good. "Well... you got two hands, ain't ya!" the bigger dicked student sniggered. "Hurry up before someone comes!" "That's kinda the point!" the other teen sniggered. Danny's eyes widened, still unsure if this was some kind of horrible set-up. He gingerly reached out to both sides, grasping onto both cocks. His fingers barely met as they grasped around the smaller of the two, but for the bigger dick they didn't even come close. It felt like grabbing someone's wrist! "Fuck," the first teen moaned as he felt Danny's fingers on him. It became clear very quickly that the encounter really was exactly what it seemed rather than anything truly sinister, so Danny took full advantage and pumped away eagerly on the two tools. Either the smaller dicked guy was prone to premature ejaculation, or he was simply highly aroused and had been building up to this as it was barely a minute before he was spurting his load into the urinal. He quickly pulled his cock from Danny's grip and zipped up. "Go keep guard!" the big-dicked boy ordered through pleasured moans. Danny finally dared to look up as he added his other hand to his grasp on the huge cock. The owner of it was every bit as intimidating as Danny expected... but not unpleasing to the eye. Despite his impressive stature and girth, he only looked to be slightly older than Danny himself. With a sterner expression, his piercing eyes, strong, lightly-stubbled jawline and buzzcut hair would have made him look outright terrifying, but with a look of pleasured awe on his face, he actually looked quite sweet. As the other boy looked at him, blushing a little as they made eye contact, Danny licked his lips and nodded down a moment. The King Edwards boy went from awe-stricken to outright terrified but nodded and watched in amazement as Danny leaned down and took the huge head into his mouth, using one hand to stroke the shaft while the other fished out his pendulous balls and caressed them. Danny's lips had barely been around the dick for more than a few seconds before he heard, "Fuck fuck fuck," from above. Had the meaning of it not been clear, Danny soon would have figured it out as the massive tool began to pulsate, his nuts tightening. Danny's mouth was filled with several colossal spurts of spunk. Had he been a little less experienced, he might have been overwhelmed, but being the cum-obsessed boy he was, not a drop escaped. The cock was yanked unceremoniously from Danny's grasp and hastily put away. "Thanks, kid!" the bigger boy said with what looked to be a genuine smile before running to his friend, the two of them hurrying out, giggling to each other as they went. Danny stood for a moment, slightly shell-shocked. His own dick was out... and rigid. Sadly, knocking out a quick one wasn't an option. While he was slowly returning to normal sexual function, it was still a little numb and masturbating could take the sort of time he simply didn't have. Instead, he bent his cock down and finally managed to pee before putting himself away and heading to get something to wash down the taste of cum. ***** Jonah Gardener was one of the many boys at the school that Chris knew OF but didn't really know directly! Being in Year 13, they naturally tended to be in very different worlds that only really intersected on the days they both attended Drama Club. Jonah was a pretty hot guy, but to the permanently-horny Chris, that description seemed to apply to pretty much every student, teacher and staff member at the school. Chris had spent a couple of hours the previous night locked in place, `forced' to watch an endless series of homemade videos other students had submitted to Mikey's trading service. Most guys tended to be from his own year with a few from the couple of years above, which made sense as Mikey's network was still growing, so a Year 13 was a rare treat. Chris had squirmed more than a little in his seat as he saw the eighteen-year-old appear on screen. He had done a few activities with Jonah at drama club and had found himself curious as to what delights may have been lurking beneath his usual attire of loose knitwear and skinny jeans. As he sat now, restrained to the desk chair once again with no choice but to watch and listen to the videos, he was finally getting the answers. Jonah seemed like a natural in front of the camera as he slowly began to undress, shooting occasional seductive glances straight down the lens, like he was looking right at Chris himself. With a few items already removed, Jonah was still effectively fully dressed but Chris was already excited. The tight t-shirt that had been revealed hugged the young man's body closely, revealing a slender frame but lightly muscled torso, pert nipples visible, the sleeves tight around his biceps. His hand dropped to his stomach and pulled the t-shirt up just enough to reveal a few inches of skin, a narrow trail of dark hair visible in the centre. "Yeah, take it off," Chris gasped, his legs squeezing together as he pulled against his restraints. As if he could hear Chris' plea, Jonah shot a playful smile at the camera, then sat up and peeled off the tight t-shirt. The trail that started at his waistband continued up over a flat stomach and disappeared into a well-toned chest of trimmed, dark hair. Removing the clothing had knocked his glasses slightly askew and he straightened them before running his hand through his mass of golden-brown curls. Chris watched delightedly as Jonah's hand lowered down to his chest, letting a finger gently trace the line between his pecs before moving across to play with an erect nipple. He bit his lip and let out a pleasured moan as his fingers touched it. It was only a fleeting tease before his hands lowered again, undoing the belt on his jeans before popping open the button. Pulling the two sides apart, the zipper slid down to reveal white Armani briefs. Chris smiled a little as he watched Jonah quickly remove the jeans. It slightly broke the pace and atmosphere of the video, because there is literally no way to seductively remove skinny jeans, so the teen simply got it done as quickly as possible and tossed them aside, lounging back in just his briefs. His muscled legs were now on show, covered in the same soft hair as his chest. Had he not already been rigidly hard and leaking, the sight of the young man clad in just his briefs would have been enough to set Chris off. With one evening and half a morning of untouched stimulation behind him, he was on the verge of orgasm as he watched excitedly. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Chris whimpered, panting a little as he watched. Jonah grasped at his bulge, squeezing it with one hand as he returned the other to his seemingly-sensitive nipple. The bulge was growing rapidly and soon struggled to stay concealed within the small underwear, so Jonah's hand slipped inside to grope at it. A few moments later, he pulled the erection out, staring down the lens once again. It said a lot for the young man's attractiveness that his face drew the eye more than the large cock he had just exposed but Chris couldn't look away. As Jonah smiled and looked down at himself, he pushed the underwear down and kicked it aside, stroking his cock as he massaged his balls. His bush was trimmed to the same length as his chest hair while his balls were smooth. The hand on his rigid dick began stroking slowly as his other hand casually toured up and down his body. Chris let out a slight whimper as he saw Jonah part his legs a little before slipping a spit-slicked finger down to tease his hole, letting out a pleasured moan as he did it. As his hand stroked, gradually getting faster a faster, his breathing getting deeper with each stroke. "Ah, I'm so close," Jonah growled. "Yes, yes, yes, yes..." Chris gasped as he watched, his whole body tensing as he awaited the eruption. "Unnh, here I cum..." Jonah gasped... just as the video paused. "Nooooo!" Chris yelped as the headset was removed and reality set back in. "Put it back put it back put it back!" he insisted. James smirked as he stood holding the headset. "Nah, seemed like a good place to leave it," he sniggered. "I hate you so much!" Chris growled. As he looked round the dorm, he frowned and asked, "Where's everyone else? Why's it you letting me out?" "David's on a call with his dads and Nicky said he wanted a shower before lunch, so he asked me to let you out," James explained. "Did he tell you to time it like that?" Chris scowled as James released the binds on one of his wrists. He immediately began undoing his other wrist himself. "Nah," James said, squatting down to release Chris' ankles. "That was all me," he said with a grin. "Dick move!" Chris grumbled. As he stood up and went to grab his clothes, he shot James a sly glance and said, "Speaking of dick moves..." "I'm not telling him!" James said sharply. Two weeks earlier, James had finally decided to accept the offer to skip ahead to Year 11 next year. So far, outside of a few faculty members and his parents, Chris was the only other person who knew about it, as well as the decision not to share the news with David or the rest of the dorm. "I know. Hence me still calling it a dick move!" Chris said with a slightly dismissive shrug. "Oh!" James exclaimed, sure this was just another nagging session. "Nice use of `hence, by the way!" "I'm very orally gifted," Chris said with a cheesy grin, which disappeared inside his t-shirt as he pulled it on. As his head popped out the top, he said, "I was actually just wanting to check how you're doing with it all!" "Oh!" James repeated. He moved a little closer to Chris after putting the desk chair back by the desk. "Erm... I'm... actually kinda excited!" he said, his whole face lighting up in a smile. "I've been planning my subject choices for years, but actually getting to pick them now is SO cool!" "You are SUCH a geek!" Chris said, shaking his head. As he saw the smile drop from James' face, he smiled sincerely and said, "I genuinely mean that as a compliment. I'm a bit of a geek too in some subjects!" The smile returned and James nodded. "Yeah, I guess you kind of are. You're really not the brain-dead hippy I thought you were when we met!" "Oh, how kind of you..." Chris said flatly, though he knew that, from James, that genuinely was high praise. "I genuinely mean it as a compliment!" James sniggered, using Chris' own words back to him. As Chris smiled and shook his head bemusedly, James let out a slight sigh and said, "I guess... I'm also a bit scared about it all too." "Mmm-huh," Chris hummed as he moved a little closer, prompting him to go on. "I... erm... I've been watching the year tens, as they're the ones I'll be with in year eleven next year and they're all so..." James started, pausing to think. "Big... and loud and... and mature. I mean, I'm smarter than all of them and definitely more grown up!" "You're more grown up than most parents I know!" Chris interjected, then smirked as he said in a self-mocking tone, "I mean it as a compliment!" "Ha ha," James said flatly. "I dunno, I know they're only two years older, but it still feels... a lot!" Chris nodded as he exhaled slowly. He frowned a little and asked, "You know who might be good to talk to if you're feeling scared?" "Don't say David!" James growled. Chris went to reply, but as he was about to say David, he stopped himself, smiled and instead said, "Your best friend!" "Ugh, let it go!" James huffed. "Fine... for now!" Chris conceded. "But for now..." he held out his arms. "What?" James asked, recoiling slightly. "You said you're scared and I'm... well... I'm me! So, hugs have to happen!" Chris said with a smile. "Ugh fine," James sighed as he let Chris hold him. ***** As the half-time whistle blew, the crowd was in absolute uproar. It was the third match of the morning and so far, the King Edwards teams had, rather predictably, won both of their matches. So going into the Year 8 match against Kingswood, nobody had expected anything different... then the first goal had been scored... by the visiting team. By half-time, the unexpected goal had been followed by an equaliser from King Edwards then an even more surprising second goal from the Kingswood team, leaving them ahead 2-1 in a truly spectacular match. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my fucking god!" Aaron exclaimed as he led the team back into the locker room. He glanced at the teacher shortly behind him, realised he had sworn and quickly added, "Sorry sir!" "No, oh my fucking god sounds about right!" Mr Cunningham declared, getting a laugh from the boys around him. "You lads are doing an AMAZING job!" "Thanks sir!" many of the boys chorused. "Now let's keep it up and finally show these King Edwards boys that they're not unbeatable!" Mr Cunningham said enthusiastically. As Mikey glanced round, he spotted Josh sneaking away and quickly scurried after him. "Oy, wankface," Mikey said playfully as he caught up to Josh. "You doing okay?" he asked as Josh looked back at him, visibly flustered. "He... he was... he..." Josh stuttered, struggling to express himself. "Mate?" Mikey enquired gently, tilting his head a little. Josh took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, then burst into his rambling explanation. "So the King Edwards goalie was getting hassled a lot when they came to Kingswood, well not really hassled, more like straight up bullied and you know how I feel about bullies so I kinda tried to help and I gave him my number but he never called so I was kinda hoping it was a one-off or I'd imagined it but even from the other end of the pitch I could see the rest of his team giving him a hard time and I'm really worried which is stupid cos I don't even know him or know for certain anything's happening but I can't stop thinking about it, especially now that I can't stop comparing these guys to my cunt of a big brother!" "Okay, okay, breathe!" Mikey urged the other boy, partly out of fear of him passing out, but also to give himself a moment to process it all. Josh took another deep breath, looking at Mikey expectantly. Mikey felt totally out of his depth. Just like every other time he spoke to Josh about his issues, he felt like he needed to get one of the others, but right then and there, it was just him. "We can... go check on him, I suppose!" "Yeah... yeah," Josh said, nodding a little. They silently made their way down the hall, heading for the opposing team's locker room. They weren't supposed to go in there, but Josh was clearly so worked up that Mikey knew they really didn't have a choice. The moment they opened the door, Josh's suspicions were all but confirmed. "... fucking useless. All of you, totally fucking useless. WE. ARE. LOSING! We're losing to a fag school!" Gregory was ranting at the team. "Oh!" he suddenly yelped. "Is that the problem here? Did you let those goals in because they're fags like you? Fucking gay loyalty or some shit like that! I swear, you're done! You're so fucking done. We could tolerate a faggot on the team so long as you were good in goal, but no way we're keeping a fucking homo who can't even do his fucking job!" Mikey and Josh looked at each other in horror. The fury in Gregory's voice was obvious. "And where d'you think you're going you little fucking pussy!" Gregory called out. "Get back here!" The two boys were suddenly confronted by the King Edwards goalkeeper who froze for a moment and stared before hissing, "Get out of here, quick!" "Who are you..." Gregory demanded as he rounded the corner to follow his teammate but stopped mid-sentence as he saw the two Kingswood boys. "Oh, we got spies!" he called back behind him. "No, we're not..." Josh went to object. "Shut the fuck up!" Gregory snarled, moving closer, most of his team moving in behind him as the distressed goalkeeper moved aside, visibly worried for the two boys but seemingly more scared of Gregory. "Oh, it's you!" Gregory said, nodding a little as he looked at Josh up and down, "Suicide boy!" "Wh... wh... what..." Josh stuttered, taking a step back. "Yeah, we've heard ALL about you," Gregory said, adding a quick, "Haven't we, lads?" to the boys behind him. He got a murmur of agreement. Some seemed to match Gregory's expression, but most just looked incredibly uncomfortable. "Shut the fuck up!" Mikey snapped, taking a slight step in front of Josh. Gregory smirked, eyes narrowing as he looked at the boy who had managed to insult him the previous night. "So, if he's suicide boy, does that make you... suicide boyfriend?" "I said... SHUT... THE FUCK... UP!" Mikey barked at him. His fists were tightly clenched, but he had sudden images of Danny floating through his head, the promise he had made to the other boy not to resort to violence, their recent conversation about his latest outburst over easter. It was all that was holding him back for now. "I think you took a wrong turn, mate," Gregory said jovially as he looked back to Josh. "Roof access is upstairs!" He sniggered at his own comment, a few of the other boys laughing along, albeit reluctantly as Gregory glared at them. "Josh... let's get out of here," Mikey said, taking a step back as he grabbed the other boy's arm. He could feel him shaking. Josh sniffed, silent tears rolling down his cheeks as he stood frozen in place. "Aww, widdle baby's crying now," Gregory taunted, stepping closer to the two boys. "Fucking useless faggot. Next time you're up there, do us all a favour and actually jump!" The words had barely left Gregory's lips before Mikey was moving. He virtually leapt most of the gap between them, throwing his full weight against the opposing captain's chest. Gregory toppled backwards onto the ground heavily, Mikey on top of him. He had delivered three swift punches to the face before Gregory's teammates managed to pull him away. Mikey went wild as the other boys tried to restrain him, fists and feet flying everywhere, his teeth sinking into the hand of one unfortunate boy. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" Mr Darwin bellowed. The King Edwards boys immediately dispersed, standing back against the rows of lockers on either side, leaving a red, manic-looking Mikey, a tearful Josh and a conscious-but-only-just Gregory in the middle. "Sir, he attacked Gregory!" one of the other boys reported. "Yes, so I can see. Dwight," the man said, addressing Gregory by his surname, as was the norm for the school. "Are you alive?" Gregory let out a groan and said, "Yes sir," as he sat up. "Good. Edwards, Jenkins, escort Dwight to the med bay. The rest of you, go shower and change, today's match is over!" Mr Darwin ordered. "And you two, come with me!" he barked furiously at Mikey and Josh. As the teacher marched out, headed for the visitors' locker room, Josh and Mikey followed closely behind, looking both shaken and terrified. "Are you okay?" Mikey asked. "SILENCE!" Mr Darwin bellowed, hearing the question. He stormed into the locker visitors' room, where the team were still excitedly preparing for the second half of the match, though they dropped to an eerie hush as they saw the strict disciplinarian. "Mr Cunningham, I regret to inform you that today's match is OVER!" There was a sudden chorus of objections from the team, despite the furious glare from Mr Darwin, but it was only when Mr Cunningham raised his hand that the team silenced. The teacher looked to the two boys with him, then back to the other man and asked, "May I enquire as to why?" "Two of your team members were in the opposing team's locker room, which in itself is a violation of SCIPS tournament rules! But this one," Mr Darwin said, grabbing Mikey's arm and pulling him forward a little roughly, "Attacked a member of the King Edwards team!" "Michael, is this true?" Mr Cunningham asked, wide-eyed, clearly angry but not letting it show in front of the other teacher. Mikey could feel all eyes in the room on him. "Yes, sir, but..." he tried to explain. "There you have it! A confession!" Mr Darwin quickly interjected. "The Kingswood team is disqualified from this match and will receive NO points as per tournament guidelines. Please have your team vacate the changing room promptly, then bring this little THUG to my office after today's matches are concluded for punishment to be administered! Until then, I leave him to whatever feeble activity passes for discipline at your school!" With that, he turned and left without so much as another word. "Sir, you can't let them do this!" Aaron objected. "They're only doing it cos we're winning!" Kyle added. "Quiet!" Mr Cunningham snapped in a tone the boys had almost never heard before. "They very much CAN do this!" he said firmly, then took a breath and said more softly, "I'm sorry lads, it's over. Get changed and head back to your dorm please." With more than a few angry mutterings, the boys headed for their lockers, dejectedly pulling off their football kit. Danny, who was not dressed in football kit thanks to being benched just stood staring at Mikey until Mr Cunningham called him away to discuss what had happened. ***** "I fucking hate those guys," Chris mumbled to himself as he watched the ball swish through the hoop, thrown by his elder brother, Blane. While not an avid basketball player, it was one of the things he and Blane liked to do together. They had some quality `bro time' at least once a week, but today Chris was very much off his game. "God, you suck today!" Blane teased, dribbling literal circles around his little brother. "Just... distracted, okay!" Chris said cryptically. The distraction was the result of what Nicky, David and James had been subjecting him to for nearly 24 hours now. Any free moment he had was spent tied to a desk chair and forced to watch videos of his peers pleasuring themselves, all while being refused the chance to relieve himself. To say he was horny was a fairly substantial understatement, which was a very confusing way to feel while spending time with Blane. Chris had spent more time manoeuvring his erection into concealed positions than he had actually touching the ball. "Yeah, I can tell," Blane said with a smirk. "You don't need to hide it, ya know. I've seen it all before!" He winked as he nodded to Chris' crotch. "Oh my god, shut up!" Chris blushed, embarrassed by his failure to conceal his arousal and even more-so by the memory that Blane had, very much, seen it all before. "Aww, you getting all shy, bro?" Blane teased, shooting again. "Piss off," Chris complained as he ran to retrieve the ball. "How do you have TWO boyfriends and yet you're still clearly this pent up?" Blane asked, swiping the ball effortlessly from Chris. "I'm not... talking about my sex life... with you!" Chris insisted. "Fuck, I can't believe you're only thirteen and actually HAVE a sex life!" Blane said, shaking his head. "I seriously wish we'd known about this place when I was your age!" Chris frowned, tilting his head slightly. "At my age, weren't you all about the girls?" he asked curiously. Blane stopped, holding the ball as he thought about the question. "Yeah, sort of, I mean... mostly, but... maybe..." "Oh, that clears it right up!" Chris said sarcastically. Blane rolled his eyes as he shook his head. "What I mean is... I've always BEEN bi, but... I just never really considered the guy stuff as a genuine option for a really long time, so I never realised!" he explained. "So, you really didn't know?" Chris asked. It was something the two brothers had never spoken about. Before Blane joined the school, Chris hadn't even known his brother was bisexual. Blane shrugged. "Knowing and accepting are very different things," he said with a nod. Chris nodded his understanding. "So, when did YOU know?" Blane asked. They seemed to have silently accepted the game was over, casually strolling over to one of the courtside benches as they spoke. Chris blushed a little as he asked, "You remember Finn's friend, Ardal?" As Blane nodded, Chris explained, "Well one day when he stayed over... I was, like, nine and he woulda been about eleven or twelve and I saw him coming out of the bathroom wearing just a towel... and... I knew!" Blane chuckled. "That's so cute!" he said, nudging his little brother. "And good choice, he's adorable!" "Yeah," Chris blushed, feeling his cock swell at the memory of the sexy older boy. "I didn't really know what sex was back then. I knew... a bit, but not a lot, I just knew that the stuff I wanted to do... I wanted to do with him! I used to fantasise about him just... hugging me... naked!" "Ah, bless ya," Blane said, smiling fondly as he threw an arm around Chris. "Well, it's safe to say you've figured out what sex is now... or maybe not. You really need to go get that thing taken care of," he said, gesturing to Chris' obvious bulge. "Unless you want me to take care of it for you!" he offered. "I'm not allowed to cum!" Chris blurted out. The comment shocked both of them, but for Chris it was especially confusing, because THAT was his objection? Not `you're ten years older than me', not `you're a staff member here' and not `you're my brother'? "Ohhh, okay, I get the frustration then," Blane nodded. "Coulda just said so, bud!" "W... were you... serious?" Chris stuttered awkwardly. "Why? You interested?" Blane asked coyly. Chris gulped. He had never looked at Blane, or any of his brothers, that way before, nor had he ever intended to. There was that one time they had played a quick-fire version of truth or dare in the dorm and Chris had unwittingly admitted he thought Blane was hot, but that was... just being objective. Brotherhood aside, he knew Blane was an attractive young man, if only from the way the other students fawned over him. "I... erm... I..." he stuttered. "I guess it doesn't matter really if you can't cum anyway," Blane shrugged. "Well, not unless you wanna help ME out!" Trembling, Chris let his eyes lower to his big brother's crotch. The bulge was even more prominent than his own. Breathing heavily, Chris reached out a hand and placed it on the bulge. "Woah!" Blane yelped out, jumping to his feet. "Bejesus, Chris I was just kidding. Teasing you to add to your frustration. Fuck, you grabbed my dick!" "I... erm... I..." Chris stuttered again, caught between confusion and despair. He looked on the verge of tears. "Aww, bud, I'm sorry," Blane said softly. He held out a hand and pulled Chris to his feet, holding him in a tight hug, their bodies pressed together, the younger boy's head resting against his chest. Chris was completely lost. Driven by horniness, had he actually wanted to touch Blane or just got carried away? Blane had seemed to be repulsed by the idea, or maybe just shocked, and yet he had been sitting there with a boner – a boner that was now pressed even more confusingly against Chris' stomach. "Maybe it's time to call it a day!" Blane suggested as they parted. "Mmm-huh," Chris hummed. "I'll... see ya later," he mumbled as he walked away, confused. ***** "Okay lads, I know today's been a tough one for you," Mr Cunningham said as he stood in the doorway of the Year 8 dorm, referring primarily to the disqualified football team, "But get some sleep, big rugby game tomorrow." "Sir, where's Mikey?" Josh asked wearily. After two exhausting days and a sleepless night, he had felt ready to pass out the moment he got on his bunk, but Mikey had not yet returned from visiting Mr Darwin, and he knew he couldn't sleep without knowing he was okay. The teacher sighed, his extreme dissatisfaction with King Edwards' disciplinary methods quite clear. "He's okay," he assured the group of boys who were all listening intently. "I mean... it's not pleasant, but... he'll be okay. Just... try not to be too rough on him when he comes back." The quiet was broken by a series of whispers around the dorm, the boys all eagerly discussing their absent classmate. "Now, behave, I don't fancy dealing with Mr Darwin again this evening. Night all," Mr Cunningham said as he clicked off the light. The moment the teacher was gone, the wild speculation resumed. "They're whipping him with... whips!" "They've got him hanging by his thumbs!" "They're making him watch straight porn!" As the crazy ideas died down, Rich Jackson from dorm 1.08 called out, "Whatever it is, he deserves it!" "Yeah, we had that match in the bag!" his dormmate Jeff added. "Come on guys," Josh called out. "I told you, that twat totally had it coming. Mikey only had to do it cos I was too much of a pussy to do it myself!" "Hey," Rob said gently from the bunk above, "Don't be like that!" He just got a shrug from Josh. "So, he's a bit of a dick, that's not worth throwing away the tournament for!" Aaron, the football team captain insisted, getting murmurs of agreement. "He said next time Josh is on the roof, he should jump!" Danny blurted out. "Danny!" Josh hissed. He hadn't shared that full detail with anyone outside of his own dormmates. He had just said Gregory had `said bad things'. Awkward silence filled the room for several seconds. "Shit, no way!" Aaron eventually replied. "Well... fuck that twat then. Might punch him myself if I see him again!" Once again, the murmurs of agreement chimed in. The mood in the room shifted instantly. "So, we don't need to kill Mikey?" Josh called out hopefully. "Nah, having each other's backs is WAY more important than any tournament!" Aaron said casually. "Besides, just cos we're out of the match doesn't mean we're out of the tournament," Danny added optimistically. "What?" "Seriously?" "How?" the room questioned. "Well assuming King Edwards beat Fothergill next week, which they TOTALLY will, they're through to the final," Danny explained. "But that works in our favour, as it means Fothergill and Charles Summers are both low on points and we already have one win. We beat Charles Summers next week, and we go through to face King Edwards in the final!" Danny happily listened as the boys burst into excited whispers, considering the possibility of a rematch for the title. He made a mental note to thank David when he got home for providing him with all the stats. "Speaking of needing a win," Rob called out. "We need to beat these guys tomorrow or we really ARE out of the rugby tournament!" It had been playing on his mind the whole weekend. Seeing the football team doing so well had given him hope, but that had been dashed when he learned of their disqualification. Danny could have sworn he felt the temperature in the room drop as the rugby players considered the imminent match. Back at the previous weekend, he had been the centre of a dare which involved him blowing the Crestwood rugby team and basically getting smothered in their collective cum. Brian, being the `supportive' boyfriend, he was had suggested to Rob that it may have been a kind of good luck charm for the visiting team. "Ya know... you've got still got your good luck charm to try!" he said nervously. "Wait, were you serious about that?" Rob asked, almost falling out of his bunk. "Hey, if you think it'll help!" Danny shrugged, trying poorly to sound casual. On one hand, blowing/jerking off half of Year 8 and getting covered in their cum was like a wet dream come true, but on the other hand, it could be a truly humiliating experience. `Casual' was not something that applied to either of those scenarios! "Well, you heard him team, time to gather round!" Rob said happily. "And let's make it quick so we don't get caught!" "Isn't the speed really up to Danny!" Adrian called out, getting a giggle. "Shut up, you're not even on the rugby team," Danny teased back. "Hey, the more the merrier!" Rob said happily. "Come on Danny..." he started then paused a moment before cackling, "Ha, that's funny... CUM on Danny!" It got a laugh from the rest of the Year, many of whom were starting to look increasingly nervous at the prospect of doing something so openly sexual in front of each other. "Hey, what's the hold-up?" Josh asked, frowning at the tardiness of the rest of the team as he stood beside Danny. "They're just being normal!" Kyle sniggered. "They're not like you one-oh-five guys who just whip your dicks out together every night!" "Well, you should, cos it's fun, and you either do this now or you miss your chance. And if you lose tomorrow, you've only got yourselves to blame!" Danny taunted. "I'm good luck, apparently!" It seemed to do the trick as he soon found himself surrounded by a dozen boys. Most didn't bother to remove clothing, though a few casually removed their tops or pulled their shorts down to their knees as they awkwardly began masturbating around him, each waiting for Danny to touch them. The football players (at least, the ones that weren't also on the rugby team) remained on their bunks but watched the scenario playing out as best they could in the low light of the two phones being used as torches. The brief glimpse Danny managed to get showed him most of them were unashamedly playing with themselves as they watched. Adrian and Kyle seemed to have moved onto a bunk together and were sitting side-by-side jerking each other off, unbothered by who might see them. In the low light, and surrounded by horny teens, Danny had no idea who owned each dick he grasped in his hands or took into his mouth, he just knew that while there were dicks available, he was going to play with them. One-by-one they began to shoot. He managed to swallow a couple of loads, but most of the team seemed to get some kind of enjoyment out of painting his face with more of their collective spunk. "You doing okay?" Rob whispered in Danny's ear after a while. After Brian had suggested the `good luck charm' he had asked Rob to keep an eye on Danny, knowing his tendency to push himself further than he was physically capable while still recovering from the accident. Danny released a cock, possibly Rob's own, and gave a quick thumbs-up before grasping it once again. He continued sucking and stroking as the numbers dwindled, though the team seemed content to stay gathered around him as the rest finished up. For many of the boys, this was the first proper group sexual activity they had engaged in and seeing so many boys' hard dicks up close was a rare treat. "Quick, someone's coming!" one of the boys near the door called out. "Yeah, the rugby team!" Kyle called out with a snigger. "Not the time, Kyle!" someone shouted back as the boys scurried back to their own bunks. Danny struggled to his feet and managed to flop down onto his bunk just as the door opened. "Sorry to disturb you, boys. I believe you're missing this!" Mr Cunningham said, standing aside to let Mikey walk in. "Get to bed, we'll talk more in the morning!" he said, gently nudging Mikey into the room. He turned and left, closing the door, the light from the hallway fading away. Mikey just stood there for a moment, waiting to see how bad a reception he would get. After several moments of silence, he said quietly, "I'm really sorry! I know you all hate me..." "Shut up, you slag!" Aaron called out. "Nobody hates ya, not for looking out for lil Josh. Now get to bed!" Mikey was more than a little shocked at the comment. The worst part of the punishment had been the thought of what he would be walking back into, but he wasn't about to question the seemingly kind reaction. As a light clicked on, he paused, staring at a very sticky-looking Danny. "What the fuck happened to you?" Mikey asked. "I'm good luck, apparently!" Danny repeated with a smirk, unashamedly scooping cum from his cheek and licking it off of his finger, much to the collective disgust/delight of the less experienced boys in the dorm. "Are you okay? I'd... offer to give you a hug, but... maybe not the best time." "I've got it!" Josh declared, grabbing Mikey tightly. "You okay?" Mikey asked quietly. "I'm sorry, you're only in this mess because of me!" Josh whispered. "No big. I just wanna go to sleep!" Mikey replied. "Do you... think you'll be able to sleep tonight?" Josh nodded. "Knowing I've got my knight in shining armour in the next bunk? I'll be fine!" he said happily before they both climbed up to their bunks. ----------------------------------- I hope you enjoyed this chapter. New chapters posted every week, so stay tuned. 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