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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!
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. New chapters posted every week, so stay tuned. Feel free to email any thoughts or comments to matterotica@hotmail.co.uk
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For my other stories, please see links below:
The Kingswood Saga ------------------
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) --------------
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 ------------
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