Date: Fri, 25 Feb 2022 17:34:07 +0000 From: Matt Smith Subject: The Kingswood Eight - Chapter 5 Author's Note: Thank you for the feedback everyone who has contacted me. It can be hard to know who (if anyone) is reading these stories, so it's genuinely wonderful to hear from you if you are. If you have any thoughts, comments or questions, you can contact me on matterotica@hotmail.co.uk but you also find me on patreon at patreon.com/matterotica Also, 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 5 Sunday 20 September 2020 Josh struggled to get free but the more he tried to move, the tighter the ropes got around him. The two figures standing over him were laughing, a low, constant chuckle that never stopped to breathe or speak. One of them reached out his hand directly over Josh's head, its fingers blackening before his terrified eyes. The fingers melted away into hundreds of spiders that rained down over Josh's face. He wanted to scream but his voice had vanished along with his ability to move. The rain of spiders continued as they crawled all over him, the laugh from above slowly dying down as he heard three terrifying words – "Open his mouth!" Josh awoke with a whimper, his face wet with a mix of tears and sweat, swiping at his own body to brush away the spiders he had left behind in the nightmare. As he slowly came to his senses and realised it was just a dream he sat up and glanced around the dark dorm. To his side, his best friend Rob was sound asleep, unaware of this latest nightmare. He so desperately wanted to fall into his arms, to be comforted by him and to feel safe with someone he would trust with his life, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Six months ago, a lifetime of abuse at the hands of his older brothers had come to an explosive end when, to protect the friends he loved, Josh had considered taking his own life. He had been talked down, though not by the boy sleeping in the next bunk. It had been Danny who found him, who had listened as Josh bared his soul, who had heard the grisly details of the many abuses he had endured. Just hearing about it had almost broken the other boy. They had faced the aftermath together, bonded by the trauma and the memories, but Josh had never dared share too much of his torment with anyone else, not even Rob, for fear of inflicting the misery on them he had unwittingly unleashed upon Danny. Josh's life had changed so much since that day. He had been removed from his family, willingly on both sides, and officially made a ward of the school. He had a new guardian, Jack, who was amazing and supportive and understanding as well as two new foster brothers, Jensen and Ellis, also wards of the school. He had started Year 8 determined to enjoy it free of the misery he had left behind in his first year at Kingswood, but it seemed his mind had other ideas! The first nightmare had come two days into the new term. In that one, he had been drowning down at the school's lake, desperately flailing to stay afloat and screaming for help from his friends who stood on the bank, but they didn't seem to hear him. Since then, the nightmares had popped back up every few days, always different, always horrific. Taking a few more moments to catch his breath, Josh wiped the sweat and tears from his face with the covers, then climbed down from his bed, still getting used to his new position on a top bunk. Across the room, Danny and Chris were asleep on the double bunk they shared, Chris lying face down with his arm hanging off the edge on the far side, Danny on the near side, sleeping peacefully. "Danny," Josh whispered as he leaned down to the other boy. Danny stirred and opened his eyes. He looked up, saw Josh and asked, "Another one?" As Josh nodded, Danny asked, "What was it this time?" "Spiders!" Josh sniffed. "Ugh, I'm so sorry," Danny whispered. He shuffled along and lifted the covers with one hand, holding his other arm out invitingly. Josh slipped into the bed, letting Danny hold him tightly as they both drifted back to sleep. ***** It was still early when Danny was awoken by Josh again, though this time light was just starting to peak in, suggesting it was nearly time to get up anyway. Danny felt the other boy pulling away, clearly attempting to be stealthy, but failing. "Hey, you okay?" Danny whispered, gently stroking Josh's arm. Josh smiled and nodded. "Yeah, no more dreams," he said happily. "Josh, I... I want you to talk to Dr Arkwright," Danny urged him. Josh pursed his lips and frowned thoughtfully. "I'll think about it," he said, non-committally as he went to move away. "Please!" Danny pleaded softly. Josh sighed and nodded. "Yeah, okay. I will!" He gave Danny a sweet smile. Danny smiled back then added, "You know who else you should talk to about it?" "Don't say it!" Josh replied, rolling his eyes. "Mate, Rob's your best friend. I know you don't wanna, like, freak him out with all the details, but... I think you need to!" Danny explained. Josh just nodded as he got off the bed, crossed the dorm and climbed back up to his bunk. Danny sighed as he saw Josh disappear up onto the bunkbed. Deciding there was still time for more sleep, he rolled over to cuddle up to the boy at his side. He barely suppressed a scream of surprise as he found Chris laying facing him, eyes wide open. Smacking him gently, he hissed, "You scared the crap outta me!" Chris stifled a snigger so as not to disturb the rest of the dorm. "You okay?" Danny asked. Waking Chris on the weekend was normally verging on impossible, so seeing him awake before the sun was even fully up was definitely a source of concern. "I wanna show you something!" Chris said, looking unusually serious. "Is it your dick?" Danny asked with an eye roll. He had fallen for that one before. Chris grinned. "No, but let's do that after. Here, put this in!" he said, offering an earbud to Danny. "Oh... kay then," Danny said cautiously, putting it in his ear as Chris shuffled closer to him and held up his phone. As Chris hit play, the video of the dare he had done a few nights before began to play. Danny chuckled as he saw Chris start giving the tour of Mr Trent's apartment, all while showing off his own nudity. "Sex toys! Did you play with them?" Danny asked as they got to the point where Chris looked into the drawer beside Mr Trent's bed. "Just keep watching," Chris whispered. Danny continued to observe. As he got to the part where Chris heard the apartment door open, he looked to Chris and said, "Fuck, you got caught!" "Keep watching!" Chris insisted. Danny huffed and kept watching as instructed. When Chris scurried into his hiding spot and the screen went blank, Danny frowned and asked, "How long were you stuck there?" "Just keep watching, moron!" Chris said sharply, then gave Danny a playful squeeze. "And listen too!" Danny rolled his eyes and watched the blank screen, frowning a little as he heard the teacher talking. As it reached the part where Chris was able to start recording him, Danny let out a little gasp of, "No!" He couldn't believe he was about to see what he thought he was. "Fuck!" he muttered as he watched Mr Trent begin to undress. "Did he just call himself... a naughty little spunk-monkey?" Danny asked, excited by the obvious embarrassment of it. Chris sniggered as he saw Danny's hand move under the covers, very obvious movement starting around his crotch. "Holy crap!" Danny gasped as he continued to watch. Seeing a teacher naked, hard, stroking and riding a dildo was not something Danny ever imagined he would masturbate over, let alone actually see, but there he was, masturbating as subtly as he could manage. "Oh... oh god... oh... unnh..." Danny gasped as he watched the scene unfold. Mr Trent shot his load, followed moments later by Chris. Danny continued his own stroking for a few more seconds, covering his stomach with spunk. "Keep watching!" Chris grinned as Danny looked at him, shocked and breathless. Danny watched, then frowned as he saw Chris stop to scoop up some of Mr Trent's cum. "No... no you didn't!" he gasped as he realised what had happened. On the video, Chris returned to the dorm, and offered it to Danny who licked the finger clean. "You fed me... Mr Trent's... unnnh!" "Did you just cum again?" Chris asked, knowing his friend's orgasm sounds. "Mmm-huh," Danny nodded, panting heavily as his cock throbbed out a second load on top of the first. "I swear, if you tell me to keep watching, I may die!" "Relax, it's all done!" Chris chuckled, putting his phone down. "Feel free to clean up, by the way," he added, lifting the covers. Danny blushed, but reached down and scooped up the cum, licking his fingers clean unashamedly. Once it was all gone, Chris dropped the covers and they looked at each other. "Fuck!" Danny said, the shock of the scene really settling in. "I know right," Chris nodded. "I've been thinking what to do with this for days now!" "And you decided showing me was the right move to take?" Danny asked, happy he had seen it, but curious what Chris was thinking. "Well, we started this whole `no secrets' thing, so I thought I should," Chris replied, referring to the commitment they had made a few weeks earlier to be honest with each other. "But... what do I do with it?" "Wank over it, would be my first suggestion," Danny sniggered. "Not helpful," Chris said, rolling onto his back and staring at the underside of Mikey's bunk above him. He tilted his head back to Danny, grinned and added, "And believe me, I have!" Danny smirked a little. "So... what ARE you gonna do with it? Like, what are your options?" Chris sighed a little. "Well I figured the right thing to do is to delete it and never tell anyone what I saw to respect Mr Trent's privacy!" "That IS the right thing to do," Danny nodded, then grinned and said, "But we both know that ain't happening!" "Right!" Chris chuckled. "But... I dunno. I could share it with more of the guys. I know most of them would probably cum just as quick as you did seeing that. But part of me keeps thinking I could be... even naughtier!" he said nervously. "How much naughtier?" Danny asked, intrigued and concerned in equal measure. "Like... REALLY naughty!" Chris said, looking serious. Danny's eyes twinkled mischievously as he said, "I like where this is going!" ***** It was a tense morning on the rugby pitch. Today was the day the captains of each Year's team would be announced, although as was the tradition, it was not being announced until the end of the session. Everyone knew that Mr Hargreaves had almost certainly made up his mind about who the captains would be already, but there was still a faint belief that a strong performance on the day might sway his opinion at the last moment. While most boys in the rugby club pushed themselves hard and gave their best every day anyway, those up for captaincy tended to push even further, just in case. For the Year 8 boys, their captain would either be Rob, Justin Roberts from dorm 1.06 or Harley Edwards from dorm 1.07. "It's totally you!" Josh whispered to his best friend. "Mr Hargreaves has barely stopped looking at you all morning!" "Maybe he just fancies me!" Rob sniggered. "Who could blame him!" Josh joked back. Rob took off his glasses and stared at them, frowning as he said to Josh, "Should I leave them off? Do I look more... Captainy without them?" "How many fingers am I holding up?" Josh asked, holding his hand in front of Rob's face. "I dunno. Twelve?" Rob said, frustrated as he slipped them back on. "No, leave them off!" Josh insisted. "Nothing to do with looking Captainy, I was just wanna see you fall flat on your face when you go up there!" He sniggered as he got a punch from Rob. The three Year 9 candidates were lined up for Mr Hargreaves' announcement. As the winner was announced and the large group of rugby players all clapped and cheered as the two unsuccessful candidates made their way back to the Year 9 team. Seeing the two disappointed boys returning, Josh grinned as he leaned to Rob and said, "If you have to do the walk of shame, remember to smile so you don't look too bitter!" He pointed to one of the Year 9 boys who looked furious. Rob chuckled and nodded. "You have so much confidence in me!" he said sarcastically. "And... erm... I guess you'd know about walks of shame, huh?" Josh frowned, a little confused. "Would I?" he asked, shrugging. "Yeah, I saw ya this morning, sneaking back from your hook-up with Danny. Or was it Chris? Or both?" Rob said, forcing a smile. It took all of his willpower to maintain the faηade of humour. Inside, his stomach was churning at the memory of it. "Oh, that was... erm... I mean..." Josh stuttered nervously. "I was just..." Before Josh could finish, Mr Hargreaves called out, "Okay, Rob, Harley, Justin, up you come!" Ron sniggered, covering the relief he felt to get away from the awkward conversation he wished he hadn't started, then climbed to his feet and moved up to stand beside the teacher. "Okay," Mr Hargreaves addressed the group. "Three excellent candidates this year, all with their own strengths and development opportunities. After observing all three over the past few weeks, assessing your skills and seeing how well you work with the rest of the team, I have made my decision. The Year 8 Captain for this year will be..." he paused, clearly trying to build tension. "Come on, Sir, this isn't X-Factor!" one of the boys called out, getting a round of laughs from the other boys. Mr Hargreaves looked at the boy who had shouted out angrily, but then smirked and shook his head. "Fine. Congratulations Rob. Round of applause for all three everyone!" Rob stared in shock. He had only considered running for Captain because of comments made on his Year 7 report card which praised his leadership skills. When he submitted his name for consideration, he didn't really believe he would succeed. As he looked back into the stand, Josh was going wild with applause but his eyes drifted further up, to the non-players who had come to spectate at the practice. Alex was sat there cheering for him... alone. Rob returned to the stands, receiving congratulations from other players and offering his own kind-spirited commiserations to Harley and Justin. A few minutes later, following a few final announcements from Mr Hargreaves, they were all excused for the morning. "Hey, wait up, Captain!" Rob heard as he began walking away. He and Josh turned to see Travis Black, the student just selected to be the Year 13 Captain. "Not you!" the seventeen-year-old added, nodding to Josh. Josh pouted a little and said, "See you inside," before running off to follow the rest of his team. "So congratulations, big man!" Travis said, "Come here." He placed an arm casually around Rob's shoulder to guide him over to where the four Year 9 to 12 captains were stood together. "Erm, thanks," Rob said nervously. He felt tiny as he joined the group of much bigger students. Travis himself looked like amazing in a rugby kit. A burly and very imposing figure. The other four were of equally impressive stature. Even the Year 9 Captain who was just a year older than Rob stood substantially taller and impressively broad for a boy of nearly-fourteen. Rob was offered more congratulations from the others, who he congratulated in return. "So here's the deal, Rob. Being Captain is a pretty big deal at Kingswood. Unless you really screw up, there's a real chance you'll end up staying Captain for the rest of your time at the school and that's something very few guys get to experience or understand!" Travis explained. Rob nodded along nervously, wondering where this was going. "You're gonna be expected to give a lot," Travis said sternly, "But believe me, you'll get so much more in return." "Fuck, Travis, you make it sound like he's been sentenced to life in jail or something!" one of the others said with a snigger. He held out his hand to Rob and introduced himself, "I'm Isaac, Year 10 Captain!" Rob shook the hand and smiled. "Rob," he replied. "Rob Wilson." "Yeah yeah yeah, whatever, we'll do introductions over lunch," Travis insisted. "For now, he needs the whole speech!" "Fuck the speech!" Isaac said, rolling his eyes, "I'm fucking starving. Rob, short version. You're in the captain club now. It's fucking awesome. It's all sex, drugs and rock `n' roll... just without the drugs! Don't fuck it up!" He looked to Travis and grinned. "There! We good?" He got a laugh from the others. Travis smirked then grabbed Issac in a headlock. "We are now!" he said, squeezing tightly. "Welcome to the club, Rob!" ***** James moved casually along the corridor, conspicuous in his painfully obvious attempt to look inconspicuous. Every noise made his head jolt a different way, terrified he had been caught but he remained alone and unseen. He had been contemplating his plan for the last two hours, barely paying attention to Josh as he spent some time tutoring him after lunch. His mind was on the next step of what he had come to call `Operation Hands-Off'. Ever since being released from chastity, he had been struggling against his own arousal and the urges that came with it. Operation Hands-Off was a series of experiments and plots to help prevent him from touching himself and giving in to the (annoyingly) pleasurable sensations of masturbation. So far, his attempts had consisted of: 1. Absolute Denial - going several days without masturbation though that had resulted in many, many unwanted and often embarrassing erections 2. Preventative Relief - the term he had coined to describe his strategically timed wanks, intended to minimise public arousal, though that had failed when he realised wanking twice a day to avoid wanking made no actual sense 3. Exhaustion – which consisted of pushing himself to his physical and mental limit with schoolwork, activities and anything else he could find to tire himself out. He had still ended up masturbating, but just felt exhausted after, failure number three! Now it was time to resort to desperate measures, or rather, simple measures achieved through desperate actions. James was a good boy, obviously. He always did his homework, always read ahead of classes, was always on time, always polite, always presentable, always resisted carnal desires (except when he didn't). One thing he most certainly did not do is engage in criminal activity... until now! Dr Arkwright's office was a short way ahead. He had been `casing the joint' for a while now and, sure that there were no witnesses, he was going for it. He knew he wasn't supposed to go in there, at least not outside of an arranged appointment, but the thing he needed was in there – a chastity device! He had spent Year 7 locked in chastity and it had suited him just fine. At that point he was yet to experience a proper grown-up orgasm which was, admittedly, immensely pleasurable, but it had also meant he could focus entirely on his academic pursuits. James already knew what the next ten years of his life looked like. He would endure the mediocrity of Year 8 and 9 classes, speed through his GCSEs, with nothing but A*s obviously, before moving onto A-Levels where he would again get top grades in Maths and Physics, all while building up everything he needed to ensure entry into the University of Cambridge where he would study Physics. Beyond that, all he knew was that he would change the world, but none of it would happen if he got a criminal record for breaking and entering. On the flip side, he was also not likely to succeed in his goals if he spent every day obsessively touching himself, so it had to be addressed and getting back in chastity was the best way he could think to do it. He knocked quietly on the office door, then opened it and said quietly, "Dr Arkwright, are you here?" He peered back down the corridor and didn't see anyone, but added a poorly-acted, "Yes, I'm here for my appointment. Okay, I will come in!" Feeling confident of his stealth, he slipped into the room and quietly closed the door. He immediately headed for the store where he had seen Dr Arkwright get the original chastity device James had been locked into at the beginning of Year 7, and then return it to when it was removed three weeks earlier. "Yusss!" he hissed happily as he saw a small stack of boxes. He grabbed one and closed the door, then looked round the room. He knew he should leave as quickly as possible, but being spotted with the box would definitely give away what he was doing so he had decided it was best to slip it on in the office and dispose of the box in the medical waste bin. He quickly pulled down his trousers and briefs, hoping to slide them off quickly, but they got stuck on his shoes and he ended up stumbling to the floor where he sat untangling himself. Once the shoes were off, the other clothing followed and he tore open the box. It felt strange to feel his bare butt against the cold, vinyl flooring, but not unpleasant. With an annoyed sigh, he saw his cock slowly standing to attention. "Well, I can't put it on like that!" he muttered to himself. "I could just... wait," he said quietly, then glanced nervously at the door, "But probably safer not to. Let's get rid of you!" he added, taking hold of his small boner. One of the other `variables' he had put into his masturbatory experimentation was fantasising. At times, he had just stroked his cock, focused on nothing more than achieving ejaculation. Other times, he had allowed memories of other boys from the dorm to run through his mind. He thought about Chris' public nudity in the cafeteria recently, the many times Danny had been subjected to naked punishment, even the two weeks David had been forced to remain naked as punishment for hacking the school's IT systems. `It's for science!' he always told himself after thinking about his naked friends. `It's not for enjoyment, it's just to help get the job done!' was another thing he told himself when the post-orgasmic guilt kicked in. Today, his mind wandered onto Chris and how he had been stripped by Mr Beecham in the dorm on their fist night back. James wanked himself eagerly. He thought about Chris being naked in front of his big brother, how he had got hard and horny and humiliated. Just as he replayed the memory of Chris' hands-free orgasm, his own cock dribbled out its load onto the floor. Wanting to make sure he got himself locked the moment he was flaccid again, James quickly began pulling on the jock-strap-like straps of the chastity device, looping the connector around his softening cock and balls. He stuck on the front panel, then pulled out the key and locked it. He felt an almost serene peace wash over him as he felt the click of the lock. Now all he had to do was resist unlocking it next time he got horny... which he was already beginning to feel. `This makes no sense!' he admonished himself. `How can not being able to ejaculate make me want it even more?' ***** Danny and Chris were sat together in the Common Room, watching as Mr Trent wandered the room, casually chatting to various groups of boys. The room was exceptionally busy, but that would be normal on Sunday nights now. There were no planned activities after dinner on Sunday evenings. It was intended to allow the boys time to do things in groups that they might struggle to get together on other nights, due to various clubs and teams. The dorm 1.05 boys had considered doing something together, but with Rob heading off for a `meeting' with the other rugby Captains, Chris and Danny had taken the opportunity to strike out on their own too. "I can't do it," Chris insisted. "You do it!" he said as Mr Trent grew closer. "Piss off, we flipped for it. You lost!" Danny said, holding back a smirk. "Heads I win, tails you lose, and what did we get?" Chris puffed out his cheeks and exhaled slowly. "Tails," he said, shaking his head unhappily. "Exactly. So you gotta say it!" Danny insisted, lowering his voice to a whisper as the First Floor Master reached them. "Danny, Chris, behaving yourselves I hope!" Mr Trent said with a pleasant smile. "Yes Sir, we were just... talking about animals!" Danny said. "And Chris had a question for you!" The teacher could tell something was amiss. While both Chris and Danny were known to be quite good actors, both attending Drama Club with Mr Warren and having recently started in Mr Trent's own drama class, Danny's attempt to look innocent was not his finest work. He looked to Chris, raising an inquisitive eyebrow. "Yes?" he asked after Chris hesitated. "Sir, we were wondering if you've ever heard of..." Chris started, then stopped, giving Danny a momentary glare as the other boy smirked. "Of... a naughty little spunk-monkey!" All three of them froze. `Naughty little spunk-monkey' was something Mr Trent had seemingly been ordered to call himself a few nights earlier during an erotic phone call with a mysterious person, a moment Chris had unintentionally spied upon and intentionally recorded. As the two boys looked amused but terrified, Mr Trent recovered first. He cleared his throat and said, "No, I don't believe I have. Sounds like some kind of pokemon!" "Oh, okay Sir," Chris nodded, unsure whether the unsubtle tease had got through to the man. "He'd just really like to see one Sir, that's all!" Danny added with a smirk. Mr Trent looked back and forth between the two boys. If he was alarmed or panicked at all, he did an excellent job of not showing it. "Well good luck with that. Enjoy your evening, boys!" He began to walk away. "You too Sir!" Danny called after him. Chris grinned and called out, "You have permission to come..." As Mr Trent stopped in his tracks and glanced at them, Chris added, "... back and talk to us any time, Sir!" The man's eyes narrowed for a moment before he continued on to another table. "Oh my god, I can't believe you said that!" Danny sniggered. "Couldn't resist!" Chris chuckled. "Hey, you... erm... you wanna watch the video again?" Danny grinned and nodded emphatically. ***** James wandered back into the dorm, already having second thoughts about his decision to return to chastity. Considering he had gone a whole year without being able to pee standing up, it was amazing how quickly he had got used to it again in the three weeks since his release. Having just got back from the bathroom, he was already thinking about retrieving the keys and calling experiment number four a failure before moving on to experiment number five, though he was yet to think of what number five could even be. "Have fun?" David asked, grinning at him as he walked past the other boy's bunk. James blushed a little. It was a strange question with an equally strange expression. He frowned back and said, "Erm... sure!" He glanced over at the sofas where Nicky and Josh were currently sat on top of Mikey, who was face down on the seat. "Did I miss something?" he asked, giving his best `I'm too mature for your childish shenanigans' look. "He was annoying me!" Nicky replied, getting a giggle from Josh. "How?" James asked, not sure he actually cared. "By existing!" Nicky sniggered. "Screw you guys!" Mikey called back, muffled by the seat cushions. "Hey!" David said, tapping James on the shoulder from behind. "Come here!" James rolled his eyes as David scurried back down the dorm but followed reluctantly. "What?" he asked moodily. David held out his hand. "Hand them over!" he requested. James shook his head dismissively with a hint of a shrug. "Hand what over?" he sighed. "The keys!" David said bluntly. James' expression immediately gave away his understanding, but he still tried to play it cool and asked, "Keys to what?" David reached down and flicked his friend's crotch. The gentle thud from the chastity belt's front panel was undeniable. "That!" David insisted, then held his hand out again. "Hand them over!" "No!" James said defensively. "And... and... how did you... know?" David grinned. "I have my ways!" he said mischievously. "Now hand them over or I go find Mr Trent and tell him you're wearing stolen property!" "You... you wouldn't!" James said, looking terrified, his future melting away before his eyes as he pictured himself being taken to jail, dragged away kicking and screaming for his heinous crimes against humanity. David smirked and said, "You're right, I wouldn't!" He glanced down the dorm at the others and said, "But I'd totally tell them all you're in it voluntarily..." he glanced at James who didn't seem overly bothered, "And maybe tell them about you wanking on the floor of Dr Arkwright's office!" James' cheeks turned a shade of red almost unimaginable to the human mind. He stared at David for a moment then asked, "Why d'you want them? What are you gonna do?" "Okay, calm down," David reassured him. He was enjoying teasing his friend, normally being on the receiving end of his friends' playful teasing. He decided to play nice and not scare James too much. "Look, last year after... I went all screwy," he put it simply, referring to the crippling case of agoraphobia he had developed during the early days of the pandemic and lockdown. He gestured to James' bunk and the two sat down side-by-side. "You were totally there for me. I mean," he looked back at the other boys, "Everyone else was too, but nobody helped me like you did. Nobody... gets me like you do, James, but that means I kinda know you too!" "Yeah, and?" James asked, sounding abrupt but more just eager to get to the point. David smirked at his usual directness. "And I know you've been... struggling lately, ya know, with... sex stuff." "Oh," James blushed. He had asked David for advice a couple of times, but he had thought he was doing a good job of concealing everything else he had going through his head. "I guess... maybe... a bit!" "You think this..." David started, reaching out to tap the chastity belt again. "Get off!" James snapped, swatting the hand away. "... is your best solution now?" David finished his question. James frowned and nodded. "It is!" he insisted. "Then I'll help you," David replied. "If you really wanna stop... playing, then gimme your keys and I'll make sure you stay locked for as long as you need." James felt a bizarre surge of conflicting feelings. On one hand, this was the solution he was looking for. Total removal of his ability to defile himself. On the other hand, it meant handing over control to someone else, an idea he truly despised. Although if he had to trust anyone, David would be one of his top choices. He sighed and stood up, then moved to his wardrobe and reached in to where he had hidden the keys. He turned back to his friend and dangled them in front of him. "So what's the deal? Maybe like the deal you have with Evan? Unlock to clean once a week, but stay locked the rest of the time?" "Sounds fair to me," David said, nodding as he stood too. James took another deep breath. "And no matter how much I ask for them back, you say no. Got it? I've got willpower, but you're... my backup!" "I promise not to give them back!" David grinned, taking the keys and slipping them into his pocket. James smiled nervously. He was secure again... and had never wanted to cum so badly in his life! ***** `Meet us at 7pm' would have been a reasonable request for Rob to receive from the other Rugby Captains, one that would have made sense and just sounded like an invitation to talk more about what Captaincy involved. The request he actually got was a little more... obscure! `Meet us at 7pm behind the Sports Complex'. After dinner, Rob had spent an hour hanging out with Alex. They had been intending to spend the whole evening together, but the unexpected and welcome news of Rob's new position had changed that. Rob felt especially bad for leaving Alex because he knew he had literally nothing else to do. He still remained an outcast amongst his own peers, despite his ongoing efforts to move beyond his past mistakes. Alex had been visibly disappointed when Rob told him they would have to cut the night short but soon cheered up after Rob insisted they fit three hours of kisses into the one hour they actually had. Rob had hoped it might move beyond making out. Although the line between `a date' and `just hanging out' was vague, they had dated/hung out seven more times since their first date and kissing was as much as they had done. Rob was stuck somewhere between frustrated and upset, unsure why Alex didn't want to have sex with him but too afraid to ask. He had left Alex just before 7 to head over to the Sports Complex, bypassing the main entrance and following the path round to its rear. He spotted the group on the far side of the pitch and quickly jogged across to meet them. "What are we doing out here?" Rob asked slightly nervously. "Follow us," Travis answered without answering. He headed off towards the woods surrounding the main school grounds, followed by Isaac, then Elijah from Year 9, Liam from Year 12 and finally Kai from Year 11. Rob walked along behind them, clearly looking a little nervous. Glancing back, Isaac spotted Rob's expression and hung back a little to walk along beside him. "Relax," he said quietly. "Nothing bad's gonna happen!" He casually draped an arm around Rob's shoulder. "Thanks," Rob said back quietly, sighing contentedly at the casual contact. It was the sort of thing he often saw Chris, Danny, Nicky and Mikey doing and wished he could be more involved in, but the captains could give him what his `friends' didn't seem to want to. He remained curious about their actual destination. Had they turned left once they were past the treeline, they would have ended up heading towards the school's lake but they had turned right, taking them into what Rob thought was just more empty woodland. "Nearly there," Isaac said, after they walked on a little further. "Woah!" Rob exclaimed as the trees gave way to a large open space surrounding a small but impressive-looking building. "What IS this that?" he asked as they approached. It looked almost church-like in its structure. Despite only being a single story, it was tall, looking like it had been stretched skyward thanks to its pointed arches and lancet windows, the whole building decorated in ornate stonework, flying buttresses and grotesques. "Part of the original Kingswood... we think!" Travis explained as he came to a stop in front of the building. "This is..." Rob paused, looking the building up and down. "This is gothic. Twelfth, maybe thirteenth century! That's like seven hundred years older than the Home Building!" The other five all stared at Rob for a moment, absolutely gobsmacked by the comment from the young boy. "Oh," Rob said, blushing a little. "I'm... kinda into architecture!" he giggled. "Yeah, clearly!" Travis said, looking genuinely impressed. "I was gonna give you the whole speech about how Kingswood was older than you realise but it looks like you're ahead of me!" As Rob grinned back at him proudly, Travis explained, "So yeah, Kingswood been round for centuries. This is part of the original school, but now it's mainly used for... well, what we're about to use it for!" "Which is... what?" Rob asked as he followed once again. They headed inside and entered a small foyer. Travis flipped a switch and ornate lanterns flicked on all around the room, clearly electric, but very authentically made to look like they had real flames inside. They bathed the room in an orangey glow as Travis headed through the next doors and into a large, round room. Aside from the torches, which were lit already lit too, all that the room contained was eight chairs arranged in a circle, or an octagon to be more precise. A small pedestal sat in the centre with a large chalice stood atop it. Behind each of the chairs, against the wall was a small empty table. Looking at the chalice, Rob smirked and asked, "Am I about to enter the Tri-Wizard Cup?" "Nope, now take your clothes off." Travis said dismissively. "Put them on there," he said, pointing to one of the tables, then pointed to the corresponding chair and said, "Then sit there!" As he followed the circle round, pointing at chairs he called out, "Elijah, Isaac, Kai, Liam." Rob watched nervously as the other boys quickly undressed. If he had felt intimidated talking to them earlier in the day while they were dressed in their rugby kit, seeing them undress now was downright terrifying. Travis' imposing physique only became all the more impressive as his large muscular body was revealed. Each of the others was just as attractive as the eldest, with chunky frames and body hair and big dicks and all the things Rob felt he was very much lacking. "Hey," Elijah suddenly whispered to him. "I know it's intimidating being the little one in the group. I was where you are last year, so I get it, but... nobody's judging here. Try to relax and this'll be fun!" He gave the younger boy a quick smile. Rob smiled back though he still felt an unpleasant fluttering of nerves in his tummy. The view of the five naked older boys was at least making the experience enjoyable. He quickly finished undressing, leaving only his glasses on and turned to see the others had all taken their seats, most either sporting erections already or at least casually teasing their cocks towards one. "So this is a really freakin' old ritual that is still used a lot round here," Travis explained, somehow managing to look even more confident because of his nudity. "To start, it's pretty simple. Just jerk off and when you're ready to cum, do it in the cup!" Rob nodded but was expecting some kind of further indication to start, but as he saw the others begin masturbating, he gulped and took hold of his own dick. His hand moved slowly at first, but as his eyes darted around the other five, it slowly sped up, excited by the range of cocks and bodies on display. Rob admired different bits of each of them. Travis and his undeniably impressive muscles. Liam and the light covering of hair across his chest. Kai and his delightfully thick cock and hefty balls. Isaac and his thickness, looking bulky without crossing the line into fat. And Elijah... well Elijah was just cute as he looked round at the older boys almost as covetously as Rob. Though the whole group were focused on their own dicks as they sat wanking away, each of them found their eyes wandering. The older boys glancing at the younger ones, reminded of the smoothness and the promise of future growth, the younger ones looking at the older boys in admiration of things they had yet to develop themselves. Younger or older, smooth or hairy, big or small, it didn't matter, they were all doing the same thing and clearly enjoying every moment of it. "Yes, I win!" Isaac chuckled as he stood and stepped towards the central pedestal. "It's not a race!" Travis chastised him, struggling to look authoritative as he sat masturbating in his seat, his fist pumping rapidly on a pleasantly chunky cock. "At least... unnnh... not a close race!" Liam sniggered as he held the cup to his cock and shot his load into it. He grunted with pleasure, either just a very loud cummer or putting on a show for the small audience. He flicked his dick to shake off the final drops before placing the cup back down. One by one the others stood to move to the centre and deposit their spunk into the receptacle as Rob watched nervously. Kai seemingly shot a very hefty loud as the sound of his first shot hitting the cup echoed around the room and much of it deflected up into the air before he added the rest of his quirts to the receptacle. Rob enjoyed seeing Travis ejaculate into the cup, his muscles tensing and looking even more defined as he finished. As he turned to return to his seat, Rob couldn't help but admire the pert, muscular buttocks on show. Isaac went next, but his warning of "Don't judge me, I shot a load, like, two hours ago!" explained his meagre load. Elijah was last up, seemingly slowed down by nerves almost as much as Rob was, though he had managed to stroke himself to release. As Elijah sat back down, he smiled at Rob and asked, "Can I help?" Rob flinched a little, the kind offer simply drawing attention to the fact he was anxiously struggling. He let out a slight moan as he sped his hand up as much as he could but eventually muttered, "N... nipples!" Elijah sniggered at the simplicity of the comment, then nodded to Liam who came over to join him. "We got another one like you!" he said cheerfully. "Awesome," Liam grinned, reaching up to squeeze his own nipple as he gave Rob a playful wink. The two older boys knelt either side of Rob and leaned in, each taking one of his nipples into their mouth. "Ho... ly fuck!" Rob gasped. He had felt a tongue on his extra-sensitive nipples before, but never two at once, and certainly not in a such an erotically charged situation. He almost felt like he could cum without his continued stroking but went on with it anyway. Elijah and Liam's tongues had soon done the trick and Rob jumped to his feet, disappointed to knock the older two away, then staggered forward to spurt his meagre load into the cup. He exhaled a loud sigh of relief as his hand came to a halt. He let out a momentary yelp as he felt a hand reach from behind and squeeze a nipple, but it let go just as quickly, the whole group laughing at his reaction. "Okay, great job everyone. Now gather round!" Travis said, looking a little nervous as he stepped closer to the pedestal. The others all gathered, Liam casually draping an arm around Rob's bare shoulders and getting a huge grin up at him in response. "Right, repeat after me," Travis instructed. "We enter now this sacred brotherhood!" "We enter now this sacred brotherhood!" the others repeated, Rob joining in but seemingly the only one unaware of the words as he listened intently. "Sworn to secrecy, pledged to unity and promised to honesty," Travis went on, the others repeating again. "We drink from this cup to share the seed of life, to bond us as one." "We drink from this cup to share the seed of life, to bond us as one," Rob joined in, mildly alarmed by the mention of drinking from the cup but emboldened by the words they were speaking. Travis picked up the cup, raised it to his mouth and took a sip, then passed it round, gradually going from Captain to Captain until Rob was once again the last. As they looked at him expectantly, he glanced down at the small pool of spunk, much of it now coating the side of the sacred cup. He nodded, mostly to himself, then raised it to his mouth and drank a small gulp. Travis gestured for Rob to put the cup back on the pedestal then stated, "The bond is made. We leave this place sworn brothers, now and forever!" Silence lingered for a moment before Liam sniggered and said, "That seed of life bit gets me every time!" "Shut up, I think it's cool," Isaac said, nudging the older boy as he shook his head. "That was cool, but... what does it mean?" Rob asked, licking his lips to remove the lingering taste of shared spunk. "Short version, mate," Elijah said cheerfully, "We're bros now. We're gonna work together on the rugby stuff, but it goes beyond that. We play together, share with each other, support each other." "Kinda like the mentor thing?" Rob asked, frowning a little. "Actually, interesting point... this is where that comes from!" Liam explained. "The whole secrecy and honesty thing, that's what inspired the mentor pledge." "Awesome!" Rob said happily, always happy to learn a little more history. He glanced round at the naked group, gave a wry grin and asked, "So is a circle jerk... like... a normal Sunday night for you guys?" The group laughed at the precocious question. "Nah mate. This is well tame! You should be here for Fifty-Fuck-Fridays!" Liam commented. "That's a thing?" Rob asked, eyes wide with shock. "Nah!" Liam said, sniggering as the others laughed at Rob's naivety. "But maybe it should be!" Chuckling along, Travis patted Rob on the back and repeated his words from earlier in the day, "Welcome to the club!" ***** Chris and Danny were casually strolling their way back to the dorm, having spent more time giggling over their teasing of Mr Trent. "We should make a Wikipedia page for a creature called a spunk-monkey and send him the link!" Danny said, grinning broadly. "Oh, that's too good!" Chris sniggered. Just as they passed the door to the bathroom, Chris asked, "Hey, you wanna show me how these gloryholes work then?" he asked. Earlier in the term, both boys had come clean about almost every secret they had been holding back from each other in Year 7 as an attempt to restrengthen their friendship. One of the things Danny had shared was the secret of the school's hidden gloryholes, which were present in every toilet cubicle in the Home Building and Sports Complex. He had also been quite open in revealing his frequent and eager use of them. "Nah, this one's crap as it's mostly locked Year 7s so there's never any action," Danny said dismissively as he continued past the door. "Actually, I was thinking me on one side, you on the other," Chris suggested with a playful grin. "Ooh, interesting," Danny said, turning back to face him but quickly added, "Oh hi!" Chris turned to look and see who Danny had spotted, then smiled as he saw his big brother approaching. "Hey Blane," he said happily, glad to see his elder sibling now that they had eases the tension following Blane's unexpected arrival at the school. Blane didn't reply... or smile. Instead, he placed a hand on Chris' back, pushing him to walk down the corridor, doing the same to Danny with his other hand as he snapped, "You're coming with me!" "Wha... what's... erm..." Chris stuttered. He knew when he was in trouble with his eldest brother just from the tone. They stopped at the door to Mr Trent's apartment. Rather than knocking, Blane just opened the door and pushed the two boys inside. "Through there!" he instructed, pointing to the archway to the living area as he closed the door behind him. The boys were exchanging terrified glances. Being in trouble with Blane was one thing, but being taken into Mr Trent's room, that had to be bad. As they walked through, they found the First Floor Master standing beside his desk, arms folded. "Boys, take a seat!" Mr Trent said coldly, gesturing to the sofa. The boys complied, sitting right up against each other, as if the close proximity provided them some protection from whatever was happening. "I suppose you think you're funny, do you?" Blane asked, motionless in front of them, except for his eyes which darted back and forth between his little brother and Danny. "Wh... what... funny?" Chris stuttered, seemingly losing the ability to form coherent sentences under the two adults' withering stares. "Spying on someone is not only a breach of school rules, but also illegal!" Blane said furiously. "We... didn't..." Chris attempted to argue but was cut off by a furious glare. "Don't!" Blane snapped. "Mr Trent has every right to take this straight to the police and I'm inclined to suggest that's exactly what he should do!" "No. Please!" Danny begged, breaking his silence as he looked close to tears. "We... weren't spying. Well, Chris sort of was but... but... not intentionally. He just... just happened to be here and... and recording when Mr Trent was... erm..." Danny was unsure how to finish. Chris let out a low sigh at the terrified confession Danny had just given. Any possibility of deniability was long gone now. It was a technique that rarely worked with Blane, but it would have been worth a shot. Blane and Mr Trent exchanged slightly nervous glances, but the two boys were so scared and ashamed they couldn't even make eye contact, so it went unnoticed. "And who has a copy of the recording?" Blane demanded. "Just me," Chris said. He pulled his phone out and added, "On here!" "Unlock it!" Blane snapped, holding his hand out to take the phone once Chris complied. He tapped away at a few things then said, "Okay, well that's gone but now... that leaves us with how to deal with you two!" He gave the teacher a wry grin and said, "I still think you should go to the police!" There was a terrified whimper from the two boys and Danny began to sniff back tears. "I've considered it!" Mr Trent said bluntly. "But perhaps it could be handled more... informally." "Yes. That. Please, Sir. We're sorry!" Chris pleaded. "Yeah," Danny said, sniffing heavily. "We're sorry, Sir!" "Very well. You do seem genuinely remorseful, although I do think it's more that you're sorry you got caught than sorry for actually doing it, but I suppose we can devise a punishment that doesn't involve the police!" Mr Trent offered magnanimously. "Thank you, Sir, we'll do anything!" Chris offered desperately. "Oh, I'm very glad to hear you say that!" Blane said, grinning wickedly. "For now, get out of here. We'll notify you when your punishment begins." The two boys quickly jumped to their feet and scurried out of the room, still looking terrified. As soon as they heard the door close, the two young men looked at each other and burst into laughter. "Oh my god, I thought Danny was actually going to wet himself!" Mr Trent chuckled. "And I have NEVER seen Chris quite that scared. I almost feel bad for him!" Blane sniggered. "Almost!" he repeated with a wicked smile. Mr Trent breathed a heavy sigh of relief. "Thank you... for sorting this!" he said gratefully to the younger man. "Of course," Blane said with a smile. He moved closer to the teacher and raised his hands. He rested his forearms on the other man's shoulders, his fingers almost linking behind Mr Trent's head. "Gotta look after my little spunk-monkey, haven't I!" Mr Trent blushed as he smiled and nodded. "Yes Sir!" he said dreamily as he was pulled into a kiss. ----------------------------------- New chapters coming every Friday. Stay tuned! Also, if you wish to support me via patreon where I share behind-the-scenes information, updates on works in progress and share exclusive stories, please visit https://www.patreon.com/matterotica For my other stories, please see links below: The Benny Saga (in reading order) -------------- Benny Takes Control – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/benny-takes-control/ The Dangers of Desire – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-dangers-of-desire/ Benny's House – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/bennys-house/ The Kingswood Saga ------------------ Tales from Kingswood – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/tales-from-kingswood/ Half-Term at Kingswood – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/half-term-at-kingswood/ Other Series ------------ Possession – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/possession-series/ Jack Hamilton – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jack-hamilton/ Phil's Naked Adventures – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/phils-naked-adventures/ One-shots --------- The Art of Seduction – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-art-of-seduction Jake's Exposure – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jakes-exposure Becoming an Internet Master – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/becoming-an-internet-master Brian's Big Mistake – http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/brians-big-mistake And Then It Got Worse – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/masturbation/and-then-it-got-worse Missed Opportunity – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/missed-opportunity