Date: Fri, 9 Dec 2022 18:33:04 +0000
From: Matt Smith <matterotica@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: The Kingswood Eight - Chapter 37

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The Kingswood Eight - Chapter 37


Monday 21 June 2021

Mr Beecham sighed as he sat swiping through things on his tablet. "Fucking
idiots!" he mumbled with a headshake.

"Language, sir!" Chris called out from the back of the room.

The teacher jumped clear out of his seat, looking out across what he had
thought was an empty classroom. "Jesus fffff... flipping Christ, Chris. You
scared the hell outta me!" he snapped, barely containing his language.

"Really sir? You hide it well," Chris said with a smirk. "Was wondering how
long it'd take you to notice me!"

"It's break time Chris, shouldn't you be out in the quad exposing yourself
to other students or something," the teacher said with a wry grin.

"No, I took care of that at lunch," Chris sniggered back.

"Genuinely wouldn't surprise me," Mr Beecham chuckled, moving closer to the
boy's desk. His relationship with the boy was... complex.

Chris had developed a crush on the attractive young teacher virtually upon
arrival in his first term, and shortly after that Chris had been forced to
stay at school for the half-term break, which Mr Beecham had been selected
to chaperone. Things had gotten a little... intimate during that week,
though it was something everyone involved had agreed would remain a
half-term secret.

Even with the pact of secrecy, Chris and Mr Beecham had grown closer when
Chris accepted the teacher's offer of additional swimming coaching to
nurture what the man claimed to be `Olympic-level ability'. While Chris had
spent most of Year 7 spending his mornings before school in the pool, he
had given it up at the end of year, claiming it wasn't where his passion
was.

That could have been where their relationship ended, but due to
inappropriate flirtation from Chris, and unnecessarily harsh punishment in
return, the boy had ended up locked in chastity for the summer break. In a
rather fitting act of revenge, Chris had stumbled across the teacher in a
compromising position some months later and exacted revenge by placing him
in chastity in return.

In an eventual act of reconciliation, Chris had released the man, who in
turn apologised for the harsh punishment, but not before Chris had fucked
him. Much like the half-term encounter, it had been claimed to be a
one-time thing, but how many one-time things had to happen before they
became a pattern? Either way, Mr Beecham had left the encounter with a
newfound enjoyment of chastity, one that Chris had often found himself
curious about.

"So, is there a reason you're hiding out in here?" Mr Beecham asked,
casually sitting on the desk in front of Chris'. "Accidentally livestreamed
yourself having sex again?"

"You think you're funny, don't you!" Chris said flatly to the smirking man.

"No," Mr Beecham said, frowning as he shook his head, but it quickly gave
way to another grin as he said, "I KNOW I'm funny!"

Chris rolled his eyes, then stared the man in the face before letting his
gaze slowly lower. "I wanted to ask... how's your dick?"

"Oh, did you?" the man exclaimed, shocked but not surprised. "Well, that's
hardly appropriate conversation for a student and a teacher to have, is
it?"

"Since when has `appropriate' applied to us?" Chris asked with a raised
eyebrow.

The teacher let out a low growl as he shook his head. "I knew you were
trouble from the day you arrived here!" he said, holding back a smile.

Chris giggled and shrugged casually. "I'm gonna take that as a compliment!"
he said with a lop-sided grin.

"Yes, well... `appropriate' may not ALWAYS be our way, but it is today. Go
on out and enjoy break time!" Mr Beecham insisted.

"Not `til we've talked about your penis!" Chris insisted petulantly,
folding his arms in an attempt to show his refusal to move.

"Okay, my penis is fine. Off ya go!" Mr Beecham said, shaking his head,
still caught somewhere between annoyed and amused.

"Are you... locked?" Chris asked, leaning forward in his seat, his eyes
fixed on the man's crotch. "I keep trying to see your bulge during class or
at swimming, but I can never tell if you've got a chastity device on!"

"Chris, do I need to remind you how this went at the end of Year 7 for
you?" the man asked with a raised eyebrow. "Or are you actually WANTING to
have another summer in chastity?"

"No!" Chris yelped urgently, his hands instinctively moving to his own
crotch. "Well... maybe..." he sighed, his eyes lowering to the ground.

"Chris?" Mr Beecham enquired cautiously. As he just heard a deep breath
from the motionless boy, he moved round and pulled out the chair beside
him, the one usually reserved for Danny. As he sat down, he said softly,
"Chris, is something wrong?"

Chris frowned, unsure whether to ask what he was thinking, worried about
what it might reveal. With another sigh, he relented and asked nervously,
"Owen, is it..." he paused, trying to get it straight in his head. "If
there's something you do and it feels nice and makes you happy, but you
know it's... wrong... should you still do it?"

"That's... pretty vague," Mr Beecham nodded. He placed an arm around Chris'
shoulders and asked, "This... thing. What makes it wrong? Is it hurting
anyone?"

Chris shook his head without looking round.

"Is anyone being made to do things they don't want to?" the teacher asked,
gently rubbing the boy's shoulder.

Chris shook his head again.

"Is it... a sex thing?" Mr Beecham asked, worried and wanting to make sure
Chris was okay, but concerned he was crossing that line of appropriateness
they had often flitted over.

Chris nodded.

"Are you doing things with someone you shouldn't?" Mr Beecham asked,
feeling mildly hypocritical in his pre-emptive judgment, considering his
past with the boy.

Chris pursed his lips, clearly thinking for a moment before he shrugged and
said, "I don't know."

"You don't know if you're doing things or you don't know if it's someone
you shouldn't?" the man asked curiously, his hand sliding down to rub
Chris' back.

"The... second one," Chris said, barely louder than a whisper.

Mr Beecham sat quietly mulling it over for a moment as he felt Chris slowly
leaning more against him. "Chris... is it Blane?" he asked bluntly.

Chris suddenly sat bolt upright, wide-eyed. "If... if it... was," he
stuttered, "Wh... what would you... say?"

Mr Beecham knew what he SHOULD say, and probably would to most other boys,
but their past, their intimacy and, more importantly, their friendship made
things a little more open. "Well, you said it feels nice and makes you
happy, but that nobody's getting hurt or doing anything against their
will. That doesn't sound like a terrible thing to me. And besides, you
think you're the first brothers at Kingswood to mess around together?"

"I guess not," Chris smiled. "Thanks Owen, I guess I just... needed
to... to think about it."

Mr Beecham smiled and gave the boy a squeeze. "You're welcome, but why do I
get the feeling you were hoping I'd say it's wrong and that the only way to
stop you doing it over the summer is to put you in chastity again?"

Chris blushed. "I can't help it. I hate chastity... but it's so hot too!"

"Oh, I know!" the teacher said with a smirk. As he saw the boy looking at
him, doe-eyed, he let out a low groan then glanced at the door. "Okay,
fine, here you go." He quickly reached down and undid his trousers, then
pulled the front of his underwear down to reveal his dick, locked securely
in a chastity cage.

"Ooh, that's not like the usual ones!" Chris exclaimed, looking at the
smaller device, consisting of just a ring around the cock and balls and a
tube containing the shaft.

"No, the ones the school uses are specially designed for long term use on
youngsters. This one's more... adult!" Mr Beecham explained, then quickly
zipped back up.

"Aww," Chris pouted. "But thanks, that was hot!"

"You're welcome. Now... go enjoy what's left of break time, okay!" Mr
Beecham said as he stood.

"Yes sir," Chris said, picking up his laptop bag. "Oh, erm... you
won't... tell anyone, will you?"

"Not a soul," the teacher smiled. "And Chris," he added as the boy headed
for the door. "You can always talk to me about this stuff, okay?"

"Okay," Chris beamed before hurrying out.

*****

Brian had been sitting facing the car park ever since he got the message
from Danny to say he was on his way back to school from his
appointment. Being away from the boy was always tough for the
sixteen-year-old. He had been protective of Danny before they even got
together, though he had resisted letting it show. When they started dating,
there wasn't really any point hiding it, but when he had gone
missing... then turned up near-dead, Brian had taken the feeling to a whole
new level.

Since Danny's return to the school four months ago, Brian had spent a lot
of his time holding back, nervous of smothering the boy with his affection
and over-protectiveness. It was a daily struggle, but one Brian had gotten
used to, but having Danny off of school grounds made it harder than
usual. It helped that he knew Danny was with Blane, one of the few people
he actually trusted to protect his young boyfriend as well as he could
himself. But still, he was keen to have Danny back where he could be near
him.

As the car pulled in, he tried to make himself stay put to look cool and
casual, but it was a losing battle, and he was soon hurrying over to greet
them.

"Hey you," Danny grinned as he got out of the car and saw his approaching
boyfriend.

"Hey yourself!" Brian said back, grabbing the boy in his arms before giving
him a quick kiss and cuddle.

"Oh, is this the new standard greeting?" Blane smirked as he walked round
the car to the two boys. "I'm okay with that!" he joked, holding his arms
open.

As Danny giggled, Brian pouted for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah, why not!"
he said casually, before moving in to give Blane a kiss (on the cheek) and
a quick hug.

Danny stared wide-eyed for a moment and admitted shamelessly, "Well there's
an image for the wank bank!"

Blane and Brian burst into laughter, moving to either side of Danny as they
began walking back towards the Home Building.

"So how'd he get on?" Brian asked the young Teaching Assistant/Danny's
unofficial physiotherapist.

"Oh my god!" Danny suddenly declared. "SO well!" he added excitedly. "The
doctor said my recovery was superhuman, like I'm Superman or something!"

"Not quite," Blane baulked. "She said you'd far exceeded expectations!"

Danny shrugged. "Yeah, that's basically Superman, right!"

"Cool, I get to be Lois Lane," Brian sniggered, getting a chuckle from the
others. "So, is that it? Are you discharged now?"

Danny suddenly pouted. "No, not quite yet," he said sadly. "But... she said
she should be able to discharge me officially after my next visit. I'm
basically back to normal for everyday stuff, but I've just got a little way
to go before they'll let me get back on the football pitch or do any
serious swimming. Next appointment should be just in time for the start of
year nine and I can FINALLY get back to normal!"

"Ah babe," Brian said, shaking his head. "You've NEVER been normal!"

"Good point," Danny giggled.

"Well, this is where I leave you," Blane nodded as they reached the
entrance to the Home Building. "See you around Brian. Danny, see you usual
time tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay," Danny said, grabbing the young man in a quick hug.

"See you Blane," Brian smiled. He stared at the TA as Danny released him
and gave a slight nod as he said, "Thank you," he glanced at Danny. "So
much!"

Blane smiled and gently patted the teen on his upper arm but said
nothing. He just nodded back before turning away.

"So how did your exam go?" Danny asked as they headed inside.

"Meh," Brian shrugged. "Coulda been better, but coulda been a LOT
worse. Kinda feels like a B, maybe an A if I'm lucky!"

Danny grinned and giggled goofily. "My boyfriend's so smart!" he said
proudly.

"Yeah, compared to you!" Brian teased. "Aww, I'm just kidding," he added as
he saw the boy pouting. "How about I make it up to you by putting bits of
me inside bits of you?"

"Aww, you really say the sweetest things!" Danny smirked.

"So that's a no then?" Brian asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, it's a yes," Danny said, then looked confused at his own comment. "I
mean... erm... ugh just fuck me, okay!"

"Your wish is my command," Brian said as he playfully scooped Danny up in
his arms. He started running up the stairs but immediately heard a shout
from one of higher floors to stop messing around on the stairs. "Ugh, these
guys have no appreciation of romance!" he huffed as he put a sniggering
Danny back down.

"Romance?" Danny asked with a slight smirk.

Brian huffed and shook his head. "Fine, these guys have no appreciation of
how much I wanna do you!"

"Ha, better," Danny agreed as they walked along towards Brian's
dorm. "Besides, save the romance for 26 days from now," he added, a little
shyly.

"Twenty-six days? Why..." Brian started, then paused and said, "Oh. Oh
crap. Seriously?"

Danny bit his lip as he nodded coyly. "Yeah, one year anniversary!" he said
with a slight grin.

"Oh, I don't quite know how to break this to you..." Brian said, looking
sad.

"What?" Danny scowled. "Don't pull that face! What is it? You're not
dumping me, are you?"

"Oh my god, never!" Brian said, grabbing the boy in a tight hug as they
walked into the dorm. "It's just... if I remember right, we got together
on..."

"July seventeenth, yeah!" Danny nodded. It was one of many memorable dates
to him, though it was one of the few good ones.

"Babe, the term ends on the fifteenth and most of us'll be going home on
the sixteenth!" Brian explained.

Danny looked like he had just seen a puppy get drop-kicked into a meat
grinder (or something to that effect, if that's too hard to picture). He
stared at Brian, his jaw quivering. "B... but it's... it's..."

"Hey, it's okay," Brian said, stroking Danny's arm. "It'd be nice to do
stuff on the actual day, but we can always celebrate early. Why don't we
pick a date and make THAT our official anniversary, otherwise we'll
probably have the same problem next year too!"

"Okay," Danny said happily.

Brian pulled out his phone and said, "How about Monday of the last week?
The twelfth."

"No," Danny said, shaking his head. "That's David's birthday. How
about... the Friday before? The ninth?"

"Works for me. It's a date!" Brian said with a grin. "Hmm, now I gotta plan
something good!"

"No!" Danny insisted. "You... did that awesome thing last year. I reckon
it's my turn. Romance goes both ways!"

"Aww, how did I get this lucky?" Brian asked, grinning broadly.

"By being REALLY good at sex," Danny sniggered. "And speaking of
which... get it in me, big boy!"

"Seriously?" Joseph suddenly called out, appearing as he sat up on one of
the sofas. Both Brian and Danny yelped in surprise. "Get it in me, big
boy?" he repeated, shaking his head.

"FUCK Joe, you scared the shit outta me!" Brian snapped.

"Yeah, you can tell by my face how bad I feel about that," Joseph replied
with a grin, getting a giggle from Danny. He turned his gaze to the
laughing boy and said, "But seriously, get it in me, big boy? C'mon Danny,
I raised you better than that!"

"Yeah, you really didn't," Danny smirked taking a running jump over the
back of the sofa to tackle Joseph to the ground.

"Any chance you're about to fuck off somewhere else?" Brian asked, scowling
down at Danny and his mentor.

Joseph pouted over-exaggeratedly and sniffed. "I can't, I'm too sad," he
said, putting on his sappiest voice.

"Oh, what's wrong?" Danny asked, looking worried.

"Ugh, don't buy it. He's just hamming it up for attention," Brian
growled. "He just misses his little boyfriend!"

"Hey, don't be so mean!" Danny said, gripping tightly onto his mentor. "I
seem to recall you being just as mopey last summer when we were apart!"

Joseph smirked. "Aww, so cute," he teased his best friend.

"Oh my god, shut up," Brian hissed at Danny. "Joe, I get it, you're sad
but... I'm horny and Danny's... well, he's just Danny, he's always up for
it, so... piss off!"

"Or..." Danny said, suddenly sitting up with a huge grin. "You two... do
stuff together, right?"

"When I'm desperate enough," Brian immediately replied.

"Only on days I hate myself," Joseph teased back.

"Lovely," Danny said, knowing the banter was entirely loving. "Well, I got
a way we can have some fun AND stop Joseph being a whiney man-bitch!"

"Hey, what happened to `don't be mean'?" Joseph asked as Brian smirked.

"Meh, you'll get over it. Now gimme your phone!" Danny demanded.

Joseph's eyes narrowed as he handed it over and asked, "Why?"

"Shh, busy!" Danny said, patronisingly pressing his finger to his mentor's
lips and getting an annoyed grunt in response.

They all heard ringing and a few seconds later, it stopped, and Ian called
out, "Hey Jojo!"

"Jojo!" Brian cackled as Joseph just let out a frustrated moan.

"Ha, it's Danny, not... Jojo," Danny said, pausing to smirk as Brian
laughed again.

"Oh, hey Danny, everything okay?" Ian asked casually.

"Yeah, all good. You free for a bit?" Danny asked playfully. "You'll,
erm... definitely enjoy this but you may wanna go somewhere private!"

"Danny what are you doing?" Joseph asked nervously.

"Quiet Jojo!" Danny smirked.

"Ugh, that's gonna stick isn't it!" Joseph groaned.

Brian patted his friend on the back and gave a sympathetic smile. "I'd say
there's a good chance... Jojo!" He received a punch in the arm for it.

"Okay, I'm all good," Ian said over the phone. "What's going on?"

Danny smiled as he turned on video and positioned the phone facing the
sofa. "Well sweet lil Jojo here is missing you SOOOOO much," Danny started.

"I'm actually gonna kill him," Joseph mumbled to Brian.

"So, I thought that as you can't be together, we could be your hands... or
mouth or... well... whatever! Anything you'd wanna do to him... tell us and
we'll do it!" Danny explained, grinning as he saw Brian grinning and Joseph
looking half-scared and half-ecstatic.

"Wait, seriously? Anything?" Ian asked excitedly.

"I mean... I'm not gonna, like, chuck him out the window or anything, but
other than that..." Danny shrugged.

"Oh, well that messes up my first plan," Ian joked. "Okay, well no point
hanging around, let's get to it. Get him naked, be as rough as you need,
rip things if you have to!"

"Oh, fuck yes!" Brian giggled. He reached out and grabbed Joseph's shirt,
ripping it open before he could even think about resisting. "C'mon," he
urged Danny.

Danny bit his lip, staring for a moment then lunged too.

While Joseph put up a token gesture of resistance, he seemed more than
happy to play along, if maybe a little embarrassed to be having virtual sex
with his new boyfriend in front of his best friend and mentee. Within
seconds, he was completely naked, staring at Ian on the screen nervously.

Danny watched as Ian gave Joseph a look. Joseph looked back. Both
nodded. It was utterly endearing to see that the two boys, who had known
each other for such a brief time, already seemed to have such a wonderful
connection. Joseph had seemed happier than Danny had ever seen him before
and, seeing them together, he could totally understand why.

"Brian, chuck him on the floor, pin him to the ground with his arms behind
his back. Really smoosh his face into the ground," Ian growled, very
obviously touching himself now. "Danny, grab some lube. I want you
finger-banging him like he owes you money and won't pay up!"

Brian and Danny stared at each other, mouths slightly agape for a moment
before they looked to Joseph.

Despite his blushes, Joseph smirked and said, "Well you did say ANYTHING!"

As Danny hurried off to retrieve lube from the dorm's supply, Brian did as
Ian had asked and threw his best friend to the ground. He grabbed both
arms, pulled them up behind his back and held them with one of his
hands. His other hand made its way to the back of Joseph's head, pressing
down so the teen's cheek was pushed hard into the floor.

"Jesus, mate. You two always like this?" Brian whispered in Joseph's ear.

"No, this is new!" Joseph whispered back, smiling as much as he could with
his face smooshed. "But we don't get to do stuff often, so we promised when
we do, we don't waste time holding back!"

"That's so cool," Brian chuckled appreciatively.

"OY! What you two whispering about?" Ian demanded.

"Hey, I'm happy to help, but you're not the boss of me!" Brian said back to
the younger boy.

"Sorry," Ian said awkwardly, shrinking into himself a little.

"At least not today," Brian added with a wink.

"Hnnnh," Danny whimpered. "You guys are giving me SO many fantasies right
now," he said with a slightly bemused grin. "Anyway, I got an order to
follow!" he declared as he raised two lubed fingers."

"Fuck!" Joseph grunted as he saw Danny kneel at his side. "FUUUUUUCK!" he
yelled out loudly as the boy penetrated him.

"Yeah, faster... harder!" Ian urged, squirming as he seemingly touched
himself, watching excitedly. "Danny, spread his legs, grab his dick!"

Danny nodded his understanding. Keeping one hand busy fingering his mentor
vigorously, he pushed the older boy's legs apart and hopped over to kneel
between them. He reached beneath the prone teen's body and grasped a
very-hard dick, then pulled it down so it poked down between his spread
legs, flat against the ground. "Can you see it?" he asked, looking round at
the screen.

"You calling me small?" Joseph sniggered, slightly muffled.

"Quiet you!" Brian snapped, pressing his face down again.

"And no," Danny replied. "Just making sure he's at the right angle!"

"Oh yeah," Ian said, letting out a gentle moan. "Yeah, I can see fine!"

"Such a relief," Joseph smirked, letting out a grunt as he got squished
again.

"Fuck him!" Ian said bluntly.

"Yeah, fuck you!" Danny sniggered in agreement.

"No Danny!" Ian called out. "I mean literally... fuck him!"

Brian and Danny both stared at the phone for a moment.

"I've... never done that before... with Joseph, anyway!" Danny said
shakily.

"Oh, sorry," Ian said awkwardly. "If you don't want to..."

"No, it's not that..." Danny said, shaking his head. "I mean... I want to!"

"You do?" Joseph and Brian asked at once. They smirked briefly at each
other for the synchronicity.

"I thought... you were just a bottom!" Brian said, more than a little
surprised.

"When have I said that?" Danny frowned.

"Oh, I... well... yeah, I guess you haven't!" Brian admitted. "Huh," he
said, giving a lop-sided grin. "Interesting!"

Silence lingered for a few moments before Ian cleared his throat, grinning
a little. "Well, that got awkward. Why don't I make it more awkward. I
changed my mind. Brian, YOU fuck Joe!"

"Pretty sure they've never done that either," Danny chuckled. He looked at
them and asked, "Right?"

"Right!" Joseph and Brian answered together again.

"Doesn't mean we can't though. I mean, he was holding back for yeeeeears
til he met `the one'," Joseph said with a snigger, glad to be able to turn
a little embarrassment back after the `Jojo' laughing.

"Aww, that's... so cool!" Danny said happily. "But so is the thought of
seeing you fuck Jojo. Get it in him, big boy!" He snorted with laughter at
the use of his own terrible words from earlier.

"Yeah, come on. Do it!" Ian urged them.

Brian let go of Joseph, moving back a little as his cheeks turned bright
red. "I... always told myself I'd only ever fuck... guys I love!" he said a
little awkwardly.

As Danny beamed, Joseph sat up and nodded, "Yeah, it's okay mate, I
understand!"

"No, you don't," Brian blushed more profusely. "I'm... not saying no!"

"Wait. You..." Danny started, staring wide-eyed.

"Oh!" Brian suddenly yelped. "No. Fuck. No. I'm not, like, into Joseph. I
mean... he's ginger!" Danny and Ian both snorted with laughter as Joseph
just shook his head, eyes narrowing as he smirked too. "I just mean... he's
my best mate... and I love him, so... fuck it. I'm gonna fuck you while our
boyfriends watch!"

"This may be the best day ever!" Danny said, grinning at Ian.

"How do I record this?" Ian chuckled. "Danny, pick me up. I wanna see ALL
the action."

Brian was already undressing. He stood, fully naked in front of the others,
looking nervous despite the rigid erection. Joseph stood and faced him,
then asked quietly, "You sure you wanna do this?"

"Yeah," Brian said back softly, then reached out to grab Joseph, pulling
him close, their erections pressing together. They stared into each other's
eyes... and burst into laughter.

"Okay," Joseph said, still giggling. "No kissing then!"

"Good, I don't really like the taste of ginger!" Brian smirked.

"Oy, you already made your one ginger joke for the day!" Joseph scowled.

Brian rolled his eyes and said softly, "Sorry."

"I'll let you off if I get to go on top!" Joseph offered, pushing Brian
back so he sat down onto the sofa before straddling his lap.

"Oh, so this is where you learned it!" Brian joked, looking to Danny.

Danny just laughed again as he moved the phone around, giving Ian a good
show.

Brian held his dick in place as Joseph positioned himself on it, his hole
pressing against the head as he casually draped his arms over Brian's
shoulders. They stared into each other for a second but immediately started
giggling again.

"Stop doing that!" Brian scowled.

"It's you... pulling that face!" Joseph said back, sniggering as he heard
giggles from their spectators too.

"Well, how's this then?" Brian asked, leaning in and nuzzling his face into
Joseph's neck.

"Mmmyeah, that'll do it," Joseph moaned breathily. He let out another moan
as he slowly lowered himself onto Brian's impressive tool. "Fuuuuck," he
whispered as he buried his face in Brian's neck.

"Jesus!" Ian whimpered as he watched the two older boys embrace.

"I know right!" Danny agreed, gulping nervously, his own cock rock
hard. "Here, lemme give you a closer look!" he said, moving round to squat
in front of Brian, pointing the phone up to show the cock impaling his
boyfriend. As he heard an indecipherable moan from the device, he knew Ian
was enjoying it.

Joseph lifted himself a little before sliding back down the slippery pole,
all while remaining wrapped around his best friend.

As the pace sped up, Danny kept moving around, occasionally zooming in or
showing an angle at Ian's request, but mostly just staying back to enjoy
the show himself. His free hand dropped to grope at his erection through
his clothes, not wanting to get too carried away and accidentally cum.

After a few minutes of slow sensuous fucking, Joseph pulled back, his face
contorted into one of sheer euphoric bliss as he stared at Brian who smiled
back.

Brian suddenly grasped at Joseph, then stood a little and span round to
throw the other teen so he lay flat on the sofa. Staring down at him, he
gave a few quick thrusts, his breaths deep and ragged. He suddenly lunged
forward, their lips meeting as Danny and Ian watched on.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Ian panted, his arm moving furiously.

After a few seconds, Brian pulled back a little, panting as he stared at
Joseph as he continued fucking him.

"What happened... to no kissing?" Joseph whispered with a thoughtful smile.

"Shut up, dickhead!" Brian smirked then leaned in again for another kiss.

This time, Joseph's hands reached round, grasping onto Brian's back,
fingers digging into him slightly as he kissed back just as
passionately. Pleasured moans echoed around their wrestling tongues as
Brian slammed harder and harder into Joseph.

"Ugh, I'm cumming!" Ian yelped.

Brian and Joseph never even broke their embrace, but Danny peered round at
the screen excitedly, watching as a hefty spurt of spunk hit Ian on the
chin, the rest of his load intense but not visible.

The moans from the other two intensified as Brian sped up for a few
seconds, then stopped entirely. It took Danny a few moments to realise it
was because his boyfriend was cumming... inside Joseph.

A strange silence filled the room; the only sound coming from the
collective breath-catching. Joseph and Brian had stopped kissing, though
their faces were still held close together as they recovered.

"Fucking hell," Danny finally broke the silence.

The older two suddenly pulled apart at the sound of his voice, both looking
a little shocked and guilty, though Danny had now turned his attention to
Ian.

"Hope you enjoyed that!" Danny said with a grin.

"I'm... fucking... drenched!" Ian said, shaking his head.

"So are they!" Danny sniggered, pointing the phone back to Brian and
Joseph.

Both were sweaty, while Joseph's slender body was covered in what must have
been his own load, as Brian's was deep inside him... along with the slowly
softening cock. Brian pulled back with a slight squelch.

"So hot!" Danny giggled. "Speak to ya soon Ian," he added, then tossed the
phone to Joseph. As Brian climbed off the sofa, Danny moved over to him and
smiled broadly. "You enjoy that?" he asked happily.

"Mmm-huh," Brian nodded, then pulled Danny into a hug.

*****

"This shouldn't be so hard!" Chris grumbled as he flopped back in his seat.

"Still having problems, lads?" Mr Yaeger asked as he wandered over to the
three boys.

"Mmm-huh," Nicky hummed, giving the teacher a nod.

"Look, I know it's still three weeks until the competition," Mr Yaeger
said, referring to the school's annual end-of-year music contest, "But I'm
really gonna need you to pick what you're performing soon!"

"I know sir. We will," Chris nodded.

"Good," the teacher nodded. "I know you guys are gonna be great. You were
good enough as a duet, but with our little prodigy here," he said, placing
his hand on Mikey's shoulder, "You guys stand a pretty good chance of
getting the gold this year."

"Oh, no pressure," Nicky pouted.

"But you won't be winning anything if you don't actually pick a song to
perform!" Mr Yaeger said, ignoring the sly remark before he moved on.

"I'm a prodigy!" Mikey said, grinning smugly, getting a bemused headshake
from the others. He had indeed proven himself to be somewhat incredible
with instruments. He had picked up the drums like he had been doing it all
of his life. He had tried his hand at a range of other instruments and
proven almost as good with minimal effort, often to the annoyance of other
boys at Music Club who had to work twice as hard just to be half as good.

Mikey mostly stuck to the drums though. The way he had put it, "They're the
most fun cos it's nice to be able to hit things with sticks and not get
told off for it!" It also meant he fit well with his two boyfriends for
forming an actual functioning band. Back in Year 7, Chris and Nicky had
formed an official duet, but with Chris exclusively playing guitar (and
bass) and Nicky playing just guitar and piano/keyboards, having a skilled
drummer really added to their group.

"I mean, we could always go with an original song," Nicky said as he sat
looking through their options.

"Ugh no," Chris said, shaking his head. "I love the songs we've written
but... it's the musical equivalent of a popularity contest, which means we
NEED a popular song!"

"Meh, you know I'll just play whatever!" Mikey shrugged.

Chris smirked and nodded, then looked to Nicky and said, "You know whatever
we choose he'll pick it up in one go and be all, like, `Oh that was so
easy!' don't you!"

Mikey shrugged. "Well, cos it IS easy! It's just... copying what other
people do or, ya know, following some instructions."

"What? No way!" Chris scoffed, shaking his head as he stood up. "Music's
not just about... hitting the right notes at the right time!"

"That's literally what it's about!" Mikey argued back, standing up too.

Chris huffed. "Okay, yeah, I get what you mean but there's... more to
it. It's about... understanding the music and... feeling the lyrics
and... and the emotion of it!" As Mikey just raised his eyebrows
incredulously Chris looked to Nicky and asked, "You get it, right?"

"Mmm-huh," Nicky nodded. "You're right!"

Mikey rolled his eyes. "Ugh, maybe for you. Doesn't mean it has to be true
for me!" he insisted.

Chris frowned, then forced a slight smile as he casually draped his arms
over Mikey's shoulders. "Hey, I'm not trying to start an argument or
anything," he said, leaning in to kiss the other boy's cheek. "It's
just... you know how much I love music!"

"Yeah," Mikey said, leaning against Chris slightly.

"Mikey?" Nicky enquired quietly. "Do you... even like playing instruments?"

Mikey shrugged. "I dunno. Not really," he admitted.

"But you're so good at it!" Chris exclaimed in surprise.

"I'm good at most things," Mikey said bluntly. "Don't mean I love doing
them!"

"Then... why are you here?" Chris asked, looking round at the rest of music
club.

Mikey shrugged. "Cos you two are here," he said bluntly.

"Aww," Chris mewed, pulling the other boy into a tight hug. "That's so
cute!"

Nicky looked less enthused by the answer, frowning heavily for a moment
until he put on a smile as the others glanced his way.

"Yeah yeah yeah, whatever!" Mikey said, rolling his eyes as he shoved Chris
away. "Now... can we hurry up and pick a song so I can kick your arses at
it!"

"Mikey it's not a competition," Chris sniggered, then frowned and said,
"Well I guess it's FOR a competition, but you get what I mean, right?"

"Very rarely!" Mikey sniggered.

*****

"Do we actually have to say happy birthday?" Nicky asked, looking at Josh
curiously.

Josh shrugged. "I mean... you can, today IS my legal birthday," he said
casually. "I just choose to celebrate it on a different date," he
explained. Following the complete upheaval of his entire family life, and
revelation of years of abuse and neglect, Josh had chosen to abandon the
date of his actual birth in favour of March 7th, the day he had almost
ended his life and, in doing so, found freedom from his misery.

"Well... happy birthday anyway!" Chris said, not completely sure he got the
reasoning, but happy to accept it. He looked to Nicky and grinned as he
asked, "You gonna introduce him to your birthday tradition?"

"I did back on his other birthday!" Nicky said proudly.

"Ya sure did, hot stuff!" Josh replied, winking and blowing a kiss to the
other boy.

"I'm just gonna enjoy that image for a second," Chris giggled as he
imagined Nicky giving Josh the traditional birthday kiss.

"Who's been using my dick?" Danny demanded angrily, suddenly interrupting
as he marched over from his bunk.

"About half the school at last count," Nicky replied with a smirk.

"Ah, beat me to it," James scowled.

"Wait, gimme the line again, I've got a good one!" Chris called out
excitedly.

"Oh, you guys are just SOOOO funny," Danny said, rolling his eyes. "You
know what I mean!" Danny said, waving the replica penis he had created at
Kinkswood. "This!"

"Oy, watch where you point that thing!" Nicky said, snatching the silicone
schlong from Danny's hand. "I know where it's been!"

Danny ran to grab it, but Nicky immediately tossed it to Mikey. "Gimme that
back!" he growled angrily.

"Danny's chasing dick again, I see!" Rob sniggered as he approached.

"Oh my god, you're all arseholes," Danny pouted, reaching Mikey only to
have the dildo thrown to Chris.

"What's got into him?" Rob frowned.

"About half the dicks in school," Nicky said, almost laughing at his own
joke as the others cracked up.

Danny snatched the toy from Chris and stomped off down the dorm to put it
away as he grumbled, "I hate this place sometimes!"

"Oh, he's just pissed because SOMEONE may have been playing with his new
toy!" Chris said coyly.

"Oh!" Rob said, giving Chris a knowing grin.

Danny inhaled sharply as he saw the look the two boys exchanged. "You two?"
he demanded, then immediately blushed as he added, "... were playing
with... my... erm..." His mind was racing with images of what Rob and Chris
might have been doing together.

"Ohhhhh-kay," Rob said, leading Danny gently back to the sofas. "Dial the
dirty mind back a bit. It's not what you're thinking..." he said, then let
his eyes wander down to Danny's crotch as he added, "Or
rather... fantasising!"

"Yeah, sorry mate, no fucking. They just made for great pretend light
sabres!" Chris said, sniggering at Rob.

"Why did I never think of that?" Mikey exclaimed, grinning. "Danny, chuck
me your dick. I want a go on it!"

Nicky smirked and started, "Ha, you sound like..."

"Half the guys in school!" Danny mocked, smiling as he finally got to be
the cause of a laugh rather than the target of one.

"Always a risk going for a second repeat of a joke," Nicky said, eyes
narrowing as he nodded to David who nodded back with a grin. Nicky loved
the way David was surreptitiously studying his humour and did his best to
feed into it.

"So has anyone... actually... USED their, erm... you know?" Danny asked,
blushing a little as he flopped down onto a sofa beside Josh. "And I don't
mean for sword fights!" he added quickly.

"Nuh-uh," Rob quickly replied, squeezing his legs together. "Mine's a
one-way street!"

"For now!" Nicky replied, giving Rob a wink.

"Me neither, but who needs it when I got these two?" Chris asked with a
grin as he patted the legs either side of him, his two boyfriends sat
behind him on a sofa together.

"Wait, when you say used, do you mean..." Mikey started, eyes
widening. "Why did I never think of THAT?" he asked nobody in particular.

"Go ahead and give it a go if you like. I'm sure these guys don't mind,"
James said with a snigger.

"Yeah, I'm not... fucking myself with... myself," Mikey said, frowning at
the terminology, "In front of all of you!"

"Yes, you are!" Nicky said, eyes twinkling mischievously, clearly excited
by the idea.

"What? No I'm not!" Mikey objected.

"Mikey," Nicky said firmly. "I want you to do it, so what's it to be?"

The rest of the dorm stared on in silent anticipation.

"Nicky, please!" Mikey pleaded, barely above a whisper.

"Now!" Nicky said back, unblinking.

Danny watched, caught somewhere between excited over what he was about to
see and sorry for Mikey, who seemed less than keen. As Mikey stood up,
blushing and avoiding eye contact with the rest of the dorm, Danny stood
too and said, "Well if he is, so am I!" As he followed Mikey over to their
wardrobes, he sidled up to the other boy and whispered, "You don't have to
do it just because Nicky says so!"

Mikey looked back at Danny for a moment and looked ready to disagree with
him, but then frowned as he considered it before looking like he'd changed
his mind back again, always right on the verge of saying something.

"Mikey," Danny said gently, stroking his arm.

"No, it's okay!" Mikey said, pulling away. He reached into his wardrobe and
pulled out the replica of his dick before turning back to the rest of the
group.

Danny watched for a moment, then followed, carrying his own.

"So... what do I do?" Mikey asked awkwardly as he felt the rest of the dorm
staring at him.

"Lube it up and pretend it's Nicky!" Chris smirked.

"It's not big enough!" Mikey said bluntly.

"Then pretend it's me!" Chris grinned.

"It's not small enough!" David called out, just before Nicky managed to say
it.

"Nice!" Nicky smirked to David as the others laughed.

"Might wanna start by getting undressed," Rob encouraged eagerly. While he
had absolutely no desire to pleasure himself anally, he had discovered a
certain enjoyment for seeing other boys do it thanks to his time with Jazz
and Luke, who was beginning to dabble in it more since.

Mike shrugged as Danny caught up to him and began to undress. While he was
mostly unbothered about being seen naked by his dormmates, after all, they
saw it at least once a day in the showers, getting naked for sexual reasons
felt quite different. He felt Danny's eyes burrowing into him, so he
scowled and turned away. Danny was confusing him and that wasn't what he
needed. He looked to Nicky instead, anticipating further instruction.

"So hot," Nicky grinned as he stroked the other boy's butt. Mikey smiled
proudly at the comment.

Danny copied and soon enough the two of them were standing naked in the
middle of the group who were quietly whispering to each other.

"Lube it up and get it in!" Nicky said, handing a pack of lube to each of
them. "We probably don't have long til Mr T comes to check on us!"

The thought of having the teacher walk in on them in such a compromising
position spurred both boys on, despite the obvious twitch of Danny's
dick. Within moments, Danny and Mikey were leaning against each other as
they tentatively pushed their phoney phalluses inside themselves. Both boys
were used to taking bigger, with Mikey often riding Nicky's oversized dick
and Danny getting fucked by Brian at every opportunity, so their own paltry
penises were no challenge... though that didn't make them any less
pleasurable.

"Oh god," Danny gasped as he pushed the toy inside himself. The dildo
itself felt quite good, but having Mikey panting just as excitedly against
him, paired with the embarrassment of six boys watching had him loving
every moment.

"Come on, you can take more than that!" Nicky called out, giving Mikey's
hand a slight nudge.

Mikey looked at him, red-faced, but nodded and did as he was told, pushing
the replica of himself deeper in, so that he had barely enough left out to
hold onto.

The rest of the boys were clearly enjoying the show. Rob was covertly
touching himself... or at least he thought he was. It turned out he was
just very obviously touching himself, but the others were too engrossed to
really notice. Chris, meanwhile, wasn't even being subtle. He had pulled
his dick out and was masturbating openly.

Nicky was loving every moment as much as Chris, but there was no way he
would do anything so public, so his arousal remained obvious but
untouched. Josh and James were both equally excited, but while James held
back thanks to his sense of propriety and privacy, Josh just remained
uncomfortable with situations that were quite so overtly sexual.

Poor little David though. Clearly entranced by what he was seeing and so
painfully aroused, he remained unable to touch thanks to the chastity
device. He squirmed as he watched, pawing helplessly at his crotch in some
futile hope he might gain some enjoyment from it.

"Stroke it too," Nicky instructed. "You gotta cum before Mr Trent catches
you!"

Mikey let out a slight whimper, but as he got a questioning look from Danny
he scowled and said, "Okay!" then reached down to start pumping away at his
small boner.

Danny once again copied. Although Mikey appeared to be complying happily,
he had a feeling the experience was still embarrassing for him, so sharing
the spotlight felt like a mercy. He had not cum earlier following Brian and
Joseph's unexpected fuck, though the mental images had remained with him
all day. Despite his lingering hint of numbness down below from the
accident, he was at the point now where masturbating was regularly
achievable, albeit with a little more work than it had taken before he was
hurt. He stroked frantically as he remained leaning against Mikey, fucking
himself with his own dick.

"Mmmm, fuck... unnh," Mikey moaned as he edged closer and closer to
release. He looked to Nicky, hoping for some reprieve, but all he could was
a wide-eyed grin and a nod to go on. "Uhhh no," he moaned as his cock
erupted. He stood up as he shot, making Danny almost topple onto him.

Danny managed to steady himself, but the slight step forward put him right
in the path of Mikey's orgasm, the meagre shots of spunk covering his hand
as he stroked himself to the brink. The warmth, the wetness, the sight of
the sticky white goo – it was enough to push him over the edge and soon
enough he was returning the favour, covering Mikey in a substantially
larger load.

The other boys burst into cheers and applause as Danny and Mikey exchanged
red-faced glances. They only lingered for a moment before quickly dressing,
only just making themselves decent in time for Mr Trent to wander in and
instruct them to start heading to bed.

As the boys quickly jumped into action, Danny gently grabbed Nicky's arm
and held him back. "Hey," he whispered once the other were clear. "That was
a bit mean!"

"What was?" Nicky asked curiously.

"Making Mikey do that in front of everyone!" Danny said, curious as to why
Nicky was playing dumb. Nicky was mischievous, but never outright
unpleasant.

"I didn't... make him!" Nicky insisted. "I never make him do anything! It's
not like a held a gun to his head!" he shrugged.

"You know he always does what you tell him, even if he doesn't want to!"
Danny said bluntly.

"Oh please. It's Mikey, he only ever does what he wants!" Nicky smirked,
shaking his head.

"Not with you, he doesn't!" Danny said. As he got a confused look back, he
cocked his head and shook it slightly. "You... never even noticed?"

"You're nuts," Nicky said with a smirk. "I told you. It's Mikey. Nobody in
the world's making him do anything he doesn't want to. I think I know my
own boyfriend!"

Danny sighed. Maybe Nicky was right. "Fine, okay, just... ugh, I dunno," he
said, shaking his head.

"You don't need to worry about everyone ALL the time, Danny," Nicky
insisted. "We don't all need to be fixed!"

Danny flinched a little at the comment, but nodded and said, "Yeah, maybe
you're right."

"Course I am," Nicky insisted, then took Danny's hand and added, "But it's
sweet that you care!" He gave the other boy a playful kiss on the cheek as
he walked off to get ready for bed.

*****

Nicky lay awake as he heard the heavy breathing of sleeping boys all around
him. He let his head loll to the side, just about making out Mikey's face
in the next bunk as he lay there sleeping. He wasn't quite sure why he
couldn't sleep. At first, he had thought it might be Danny's comments
earlier, but had quickly dismissed them.

There was no way he had MADE Mikey perform. Mikey was one of the most
stubborn boys Nicky had ever met and easily one of the least
compliant. Sure, in their relationship he was the sub, but that was his
choice every bit as much as tonight had been. He quickly dismissed the
thoughts but remained awake.

It was 11.30 when he finally felt like he MIGHT be able to get to sleep,
but the moment he closed his eyes he felt the unpleasant sensation of
needing to pee. He deliberated just holding it until the morning, but
figured it was only going to make getting to sleep harder. He quietly crept
down from his bunk and out of the dorm.

After making his way down the hallway, he opened the door to the bathroom
and flinched as the motion-sensor lights flickered on. As he raised a hand
to shield his eyes, he paused as he heard something. It was crying... or at
least someone stopping crying at the sudden arrival of somebody else.

Nicky nearly turned and ran back to the dorm. He had developed a tendency
to avoid confrontation, and it seemed that his penchant for avoidance
applied to emotional matters as well as aggressive ones. However, he had
recently started talking with Mr Trent, and subsequently Dr Arkwright to
start delving into and unpicking some of his issues. It didn't feel right
to just walk away when he was supposed to be trying to push himself.

He slowly walked round to the cubicles. He considered knocking on the door
but coming face to face with whoever was in there felt a step too far, so
he locked himself into an adjacent one instead. "Erm... you okay in there?"
he asked quietly as he sat down on the lid of the toilet.

The boy in the next cubicle sniffed, paused and said, "I'm fine!"

`Great, he's fine, problem solved!' Nicky thought to himself, almost
allowing himself to believe it for a moment. He closed his eyes and took a
breath, then said back, "You don't sound fine!"

Another sniff. Another pause... "I'm not fine," the boy said shakily,
bursting into gentle sobs.

"I'd offer you a tissue, but you've probably got a roll right there," Nicky
said, resorting to humour.

The boy laughed through his gentle crying, then sniffed and said, "Yeah,
thanks!"

Nicky was still fighting the urge to run, but steeled himself and asked,
"Any reason you're sitting in the toilets crying in the middle of the
night?"

"Cos when I do it in the middle of the day more people hear!" the other boy
replied.

Nicky snorted with laughter, but quickly stopped himself, unsure if he was
allowed to laugh. "I was asking more about the crying bit than the time!"
he explained.

After another slight pause, the boy sighed wistfully and said, "It's my own
fault!"

"How come?" Nicky asked, now feeling curiosity take the place of
nervousness.

"It's a long story!" the boy replied.

"That's okay," Nicky replied. "I'm having a REALLY big dump!" There was
silence again and he immediately regretted the poor humour. "That was a
joke. I'm not really pooping!" he said firmly.

"It's okay, it was funny," the boy replied.

"Thanks," Nicky smiled. "But seriously. If it's long... I can listen!" he
urged him.

"I did something stupid!" the boy said sadly, then quickly added, "Well
technically I did way more than one thing!"

"Start with the first stupid thing and go from there," Nicky suggested.

"Good system," the boy replied, sniffing again. "So, there was this guy I
knew... well I didn't really KNOW him, it was more... well, you know
everyone here kinda knows everyone, but that don't mean your mates with
them all, you just kinda... know who they are!"

"Sure!" Nicky nodded. It was impossible to live in the school with more
than two hundred other students without at least getting to know their
faces.

"So, I knew this guy and he was, like, super cool and really nice
and... and talented and just... awesome," the boy started, sounding a
little in awe. "And I finally started talking to him after wanting to do it
for, like, weeks except I... I got so nervous I tripped over my own feet
and... ugh, it's hard to explain, but I kinda totally embarrassed him in
front of a LOAD of people without meaning to."

"Oof, not good," Nicky said sympathetically. "So that'll be stupid thing
number one. What's number two?"

"I... kinda don't wanna say," the boy replied.

"It's okay," Nicky assured him. "These toilets come with a vow of
secrecy. Nothing mentioned in here is allowed to be repeated
elsewhere. Official school rule!"

"Wait, seriously?" the boy asked, sounding surprised.

"No, you dingbat!" Nicky sniggered. "Geez, you're as gullible as half my
dormmates," he added, getting a slightly awkward laugh from the other side
of the partition. "But really, you can tell me. I won't go telling anyone!"

"Well... after I... did stupid thing number one, all the guys in my dorm
thought I'd done it on purpose and that I'd been really funny and brave to
pick on someone bigger than me and I was, like, some kinda hero, which is
totally messed up, but the really stupid thing was... I let them keep
thinking it!" the boy explained. "And..." he stopped, sniffing back tears
again.

"Go on," Nicky urged him.

"And they started... picking on this guy... because of what I did and I
just... kept letting them!" the boy said, almost back to full sobbing now.

Nicky felt a knot in his stomach, but not because of the boy's tears, but
from a sudden potential realisation. He felt his heart thumping and he
nearly called out to check if what he suspected was true but managed to
hold back. "Why would you do that?" he asked, a little more forcefully than
he had intended.

"Does it matter?" the boy sniffed.

"It does to me!" Nicky insisted.

"I just... wanted to be popular!" the boy said shakily.

"Popular?" Nicky repeated, sounding disgusted.

"No, I mean... ugh... god, this is SO messed up!" the crying boy
muttered. "Look, where I grew up, I didn't... I didn't have any friends,
like, at all. I don't... look like the other kids and they REALLY made sure
I knew it every single day and I hated my life. Every second of it. I hated
it. But then I came to Kingswood and... and sure, nobody was mean, but... I
got scared that... that I was heading for seven more years of... being
alone, being... different. I couldn't deal with it!"

Nicky's suspicions were growing by the second.

"I couldn't spend any more time just being `the Black kid', I just... I
needed to be liked and... and to fit in!" he explained.

That was the final bit of proof Nicky needed. It was not a big school, and
the students far from the most diverse. He had already suspected he knew
who was in the next cubicle, but the last comment confirmed it. It was
Angel and the `guy' he was upset about hurting was Nicky himself.

The urge to run was back, his fight or flight reflex kicking in, but for
once the other option felt like an actual possibility!

"So you... picked on this guy and... I'm guessing made him miserable, just
so you could be happy?" Nicky asked, his fists clenching.

"I didn't though!" Angel insisted. "I didn't... DO or SAY anything to him,
at least not myself! I... I made sure of it. I felt bad enough just letting
it happen, but there was no way I was actually going to take part in it! I
know what it's like to be bullied and I could never do that to someone!
Fuck, I shouldn't let ANYONE do it and that's... why this is so stupid. I
let my friends become bullies just so I could feel better. What kinda cunt
even does that?"

Nicky almost vaulted over the partition to attack the boy over the
bare-faced lie. `I didn't do or say anything'? The fucking audacity of the
boy! But... then stopped to consider it, just for a moment. He had spent
most of the year scared of `Angel and the one-oh-one boys', but any time
they picked on him... now that he really thought about it... it was always
one of the others! As much as he tried to think of any time Angel himself
had been mean, Nicky kept coming up blank.

"You agree, don't you! You think I'm a cunt!" Angel enquired. When Nicky
remained silent, he added, "You're not the only one! And I'm really paying
for it now!"

Nicky could feel himself trembling. He took a deep, shaky breath and asked,
"Paying... how?"

"His..." Angel started, but stopped, sniffing heavily. "It doesn't matter!"

"It does!" Nicky insisted.

"If I tell you, you'll report it!" Angel said nervously.

Nicky felt worried as he replied, "If you think it's something I'd report,
it's probably something that SHOULD be reported!"

"No. I don't wanna cause any more problems. I've fucked up enough people
already!" Angel said, slightly squeaky as he continued trying to hold back
tears.

"Please tell me," Nicky pleaded. "I just... want to help!" Part of him did
want to help, but just as he had begun to catch on to who he was talking
to, he now had a creeping, nauseating feeling that he had figured something
else out too. "Is someone... hurting you?" he asked nervously.

Angel just sniffed heavily, crying again.

"Is that a yes?" Nicky demanded. He got no reply beyond more
sobbing. "Angel, please tell me... is someone hurting you?"

"He... he said..." Angel stuttered, then let out a gentle
gasp. "You... know who I am?" he asked in genuine shock.

Nicky hadn't intended to reveal it, swearing silently at himself for the
verbal slip. Figuring the cat was out of the bag now, he opened his
cubicle, stepped out and knocked on the other door gently.

There was a slight pause, followed by the click of a lock. As the door
opened, Angel's eyes widened at the sight of who he had been speaking
to. "Nicky!" Angel squeaked.

"You've been trying to apologise to me, haven't you!" Nicky said, the many
attempts to talk suddenly making sense to him.

"I'm so sorry!" Angel said, taking a cautionary step back.

Nicky almost smiled as he felt Chris' influence when he almost stepped
forward to hug the boy but managed to hold himself back. "Has someone been
hurting you?" he demanded again.

"I... I don't..." Angel stuttered.

"Angel!" Nicky said firmly.

Angel just stared back, looking scared and clearly holding something back.

"Tell me!" Nicky demanded.

"There's nothing to tell," Angel lied.

"Bullshit!" Nicky snapped.

"There's nothing... to tell!" Angel said back, a little more firmly.

Nicky stared back. That fear on the boy's face had felt so familiar. There
was only one person who could have hurt the boy... who could've scared him
into silence – the same boy Nicky had found himself scared of on more
than one occasion. He felt nauseous as he thought about Mikey and about the
conversation at the lake a couple of weeks earlier when Mikey had revealed
he knew about the bullying. How could he do this? Sure, he was obviously
just standing up for someone he cared about, but Mikey KNEW how he felt
about violence.

"I'll stop it!" Nicky insisted.

"There's nothing to..." Angel started, but Nicky raised a hand to silence
him, so he just nodded and gave a meek smile.

As he saw Angel go to speak again, he snapped, "Don't thank me!" He glared
at the boy who nodded again. Nicky headed for the exit.

"I really am sorry!" Angel called after him.

Nicky stopped as he heard it, his hand on the door handle. He waited a
moment, then shook his head and left. As he headed back down the corridor
to the dorm, all he could think about was Mikey. He had to be stopped!


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

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

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

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


The Benny Saga (in reading order)
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Benny Takes Control – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/benny-takes-control/

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

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


Other Series
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Possession – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/possession-series/

Jack Hamilton – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jack-hamilton/

Phil's Naked Adventures – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/phils-naked-adventures/


One-shots
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The Art of Seduction – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-art-of-seduction

Jake's Exposure – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jakes-exposure

Becoming an Internet Master – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/becoming-an-internet-master

Brian's Big Mistake – http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/brians-big-mistake

And Then It Got Worse – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/masturbation/and-then-it-got-worse

Missed Opportunity – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/missed-opportunity