The Kingswood Complication - Chapter 2 (Patreon)

Saturday 27 August 2022

“Welcome to Kingswood!” Danny said with a polite smile as he watched the four people climb out of the car. “I hope you had a pleasant journey!” he added cheerfully.

Aside from wanting to give a good first impression to the new arrival and his family, Danny was also just glad to actually be talking to someone who hadn’t seen him naked and humiliated, though he had already heard whispered gossiping about how long it would take for that to change.

“Oh, well aren’t you a lovely young man!” the woman who had just gotten out of the driver’s seat said as she smiled at Danny.

“What a little suck-up,” the older of the two boys who had gotten out of the back said, smirking derisively.

“Watch it, Kayden!” the man, presumably the patriarch, growled at the older boy.

The petulant teen rolled his eyes. “Can’t I just stay in the car?” he asked gruffly.

“No, you’re not going to see your brother for seven weeks. You can come in and see him off properly!” the mother said, looking a little embarrassed as Danny stood patiently by. The younger son whimpered slightly at the mention of how long it would be before he got to go home.

“Erm… can I take your name please?” Danny requested, holding a tablet.

“Everley,” the man said confidently. “We’re the Everleys,” he took a step to place an arm around his younger son, “And this is Kieran!”

“Thank you,” Danny replied with a nod, then looked to the nervous eleven-year-old and gave a big smile. “Great to have you with us, Kieran!” He got an unconvincing smile in return and chuckled slightly, remembering his own arrival at the school. He had been less than keen too. Quickly looking at the suitcases that had been bundled out of the car, he checked to ensure they were clearly labelled with the boy’s name, then snapped a quick picture on the tablet to let the luggage team see how much they had to move. “We’ll arrange to have this taken up to his dorm shortly, but anything important feel to free to grab now and I‘ll show you inside!”

After another bit of quiet bickering, the family followed Danny as he led them across the grounds towards the Home Building. “The external work’s due in the next few weeks,” he commented as they observed the visible fire damage, then looked to Kieran and said, “But your dorm’s good as new. It looks out over that way,” he said, pointing over in the direction of the School Building. “My dorm faced that way in year eight. The sunsets here can be amazing!”

“Gayyy!” Kayden muttered.

Mr Everley looked furious while Mrs Everley looked horrified.

“I am, actually!” Danny said confidently, not breaking stride or looking even slightly bothered. “And if it’s something you’re keen to talk about, I’d be happy to help educate you about it!”

Kayden blushed, clearly taken aback that the comment hadn’t had the desired effect. “Yeah… bet ya would,” he muttered angrily while his parents smirked at Danny’s polite but pointed response.

As they headed up the steps and inside the building, Danny smiled and nodded at David who was sat at a table in the foyer, a few other Year 10s milling around him. “One for dorm one-oh-four,” he said to David and added, “It’s Kieran Everley.”

“Welcome to Kingswood!” David said happily. “Adrian will show you up to Kieran’s dorm, then give you a brief tour of the facilities,” he explained to the new arrivals. “Adrian,” he said, looking round to the group of boys prepared for tour duty.

“Enjoy your tour,” Danny waved the family off as they followed Adrian up the stairs. Once they were clear, he looked to David and said, “I’d better get back. I’m on my own out there!”

“What!?” David exclaimed unhappily. “Where’s Mikey? He’s supposed to be with you!”

Danny shrugged. “Still in bed, as far as I know,” he said, a little frustrated.

“Josh,” David said, looking round to the remaining tour guides. “Go get Mikey up and get him out there to help Danny and hurry it up! I think it’s about to get busy!”

“Yes boss!” Josh said, giving a playful salute. Giving Danny a punch in the arm as he passed him for absolutely no reason, Josh hurried out and leapt down the front steps in two bounds before jogging along towards the Guest Building. Still running once he got inside the building, he headed for their temporary dorm and attempted to rush in, but his hand slipped off the door handle and he ran face first into the door. “Ow!” he groaned, rubbing his head as he opened the door properly and stepped inside.

The curtains were wide open, with all of the beds made except for one that bore the slight mound of someone still in it. The body remained motionless, despite the noisy arrival.

<<Ignore him!>>

“Oy fucktard, get up!” Josh insisted, hurrying over to Mikey’s bunk.

Mikey, who was completely concealed beneath the covers, stirred slightly but made no attempt to reveal his face or make any sound to acknowledge the sudden demand. The covers were suddenly yanked away from his head and as he flinched at the sudden influx of daylight, he groaned, “Piss off!” and pulled the covers back.

<<That’s not ignoring him, fucktard!>>

“I said get up!” Josh insisted, pulling the covers down again.

“And I said piss off!” Mikey snapped, covering himself once more.

<<Play dead! Wait, no, that’s bears! Shit in the woods! No, that’s popes… or something!>>

“You’re meant to be helping us,” Josh said, standing with his hands on his hips as he stared at the Mikey-shaped mound.

“I don’t feel well,” Mikey grumbled.

<<If I had hands I’d give that a slow clap! Ugh! So lame!>>

Josh suddenly sniffed. He leaned a little closer and sniffed again, making it deliberately loud. “You smell that?” he asked, then leaned down to the point where his nose was almost touching Mikey before sniffing heavily once more. “Smells like… bullshit!” he yelled before grabbing the covers and yanking them away entirely and out of Mikey’s reach. “Get up, you lazy fucker!”

“I’m not lazy, I just… don’t feel well!” Mikey insisted.

<<Throw up on him. That’ll convince him!!>>

“You’re not gonna throw up on me, are you?” Josh asked, taking a step back.

<<Dramatic gasp. Can he hear me? Blink twice if you can hear me!>>

“Of course you’re not,” Josh suddenly added, “Cos you’re not sick, just avoiding work! If I gotta be out there playing nice with kids and their stupid parents, then so do you!”

“No!” Mikey scowled.

<<Wow, convincing argument! You should join debate club with skills like that!>>

“Oh, maybe I need to take Nicky’s approach with ya!” Josh said as he climbed onto the bed.

“What are you doing?” Mikey asked, rolling onto his back, ready to defend himself.

<<WE’RE UNDER ATTACK! UNLEASH THE BATTLE PENGUINS!>>

“Well you always liked doing what Nicky told ya to do. Maybe what you need is a new dom to get you to behave!” Josh said with a wry grin as he attempted to straddle Mikey.

<<Who does this scrawny little bitch think she is?>>

“I don’t need a dom, and that’s not what Nicky was… and it’s definitely not what you are!” Mikey scoffed, reaching up to push Josh away a little.

“Oh please, you were totally his sub. Obedient little Mikey!” Josh teased, his hands now gripped in Mikey’s as they began to push against each other.

<<YUSSS! Fight! Lemme out, I’ll take the bitch down in no time!>>

“I’m not obedient!” Mikey said, shaking his head. “And I don’t wanna do this. Let go!”

Josh kept hold of one of Mikey’s hands, but reached down with his other to grab at Mikey’s dick. “Oh, it kinda feels like you’re starting to want it!” he sniggered. “You in the mood for big dom Josh?”

<<I’ve eaten things bigger than him! Oooh, I’m hungry. Kick his ass then make me a muffin!>>

“I’m not making muffins!” Mikey muttered, then quickly shook his head and said, “I mean I’m… in the mood for any of this,” he said, still struggling with one hand as he swatted Josh’s hand away from his crotch with the other. “And you grabbed my dick. If anyone did that I’d probably get hard!”

“Come on, be a good boy for your master!” Josh sniggered, attempting to pin Mikey down to the bed.

“GET OFF!” Mikey yelled.

<<YES! That’s it. My turn now, right?>>

Josh suddenly felt himself thrown from the bed, landing heavily on the ground beside the bunk, winded slightly. Mikey was on top of him in seconds, pinning him to the floor.

<<Okay, swap!>>

“Is this what you wanted?” Mikey asked, grinning wickedly as he slapped Josh’s cheek hard before grabbing an arm to keep him pinned down.

“Ow,” Josh pouted.

Mikey suddenly recoiled, shaking his head.

<<No, don’t you fucking dare. I was out you little pussy! Don’t fucking back down now!>>

“Shut up!” Mikey snapped.

“I didn’t say anything,” Josh pouted, his cheek still stinging.

Mikey glanced at his hands, pinning Josh’s wrists to the floor either side of his head and suddenly pulled them back. “Sorry,” he said timidly.

“So you don’t want a dom,” Josh said, raising his eyebrows in apparent acceptance, but a wicked smile quickly arose as he sat up a little, propping himself up on his elbows as Mikey shuffled back. “Maybe what you need is a sub instead.”

<<What’s happening? BONER BONER BONER BONER!>>

“No, I… I don’t… need anything,” Mikey said, still shaking his head.

“Maybe you want someone,” Josh started, leaning a little closer, “Who will do as he’s told,” he leaned closer still, his lips mere centimetres from Mikey’s ear, “Daddy!”

<<Don’t do it! Ignore him. You don’t need him, only me!>>

“Shut up!” Mikey snapped, then flinched a little, shaking his head as his eyes closed for a moment. As he opened them, he found Josh staring into them. He grabbed Josh’s head with both hands and pulled him into an aggressive kiss, his tongue forcing his way into the other boy’s mouth. As he felt Josh relax a little, he kept hold, thinking of nothing but the feeling of lips against his own.

“Hello Daddy,” Josh gasped as Mikey finally released him, the two staring into each other again. As he got no response from Mikey, he smirked and whispered, “Make me do whatever you like, Daddy!”

Mikey continued to stare silently for a moment, then reached down to pull out his dick, now raging hard, then shoved Josh back onto the ground for a moment before grabbing a handful of hair. Shuffling forward, he guided his rigid cock towards Josh’s mouth and growled, “Suck it, bitch!” As Josh opened up, he thrust his cock into the compliant mouth, but didn’t wait for the other boy to pleasure it, he just started fucking Josh’s face instead.

Keeping a tight grip on the handful of hair, Mikey began thrusting his hips, pulling Josh’s head towards him on each forward thrust, fucking his throat. He could he slurping, gurgling and gagging noises from the boy pinned beneath him but there was no sign of any resistance, so he kept going.

<<Why… not… him… me!>>

Mikey’s pleasure was growing, his orgasm slowly beginning to build. It wasn’t the kind of gentle, intimate pleasure he usually got from being sucked, but it was still working for him. He would cum soon enough and he could barely wait to hear the gargles as Josh took the load.

<<Is he okay?>>

Mikey suddenly looked down to see Josh’s eyes closed tight, watering slightly as his face got fucked. On the verge of letting go, Mikey felt movement and looked back a little to see Josh’s hand had reached down, into his own trousers and was visibly pleasuring himself. It was all the encouragement he needed to continue the aggressive face fuck.

As he heard moans from Josh, the slight vibrations of the noise adding to the pleasure, Mikey felt the arm reaching down stop moving as Josh presumably shot a load in his pants. He felt a sudden thrill at the thought of semen-soaked underwear and made a mental note to try and steal them later, but for now he had other things to think about. He felt his own excitement reach a crescendo as he began to whimper from the orgasm surging through him.

<<If he drowns you’ll get in trouble!>>

Mikey suddenly yanked Josh’s head away from his dick, but kept hold of the handful of hair as he blasted the other boy’s face with his spunk, grunting loudly with each spurt, then dribble.

As the orgasm subsided, the two boys were left staring at each other, the only noise in the room coming from their heaving breaths.

“We should… go out and help the others!” Mikey said as he jumped to his feet.

“Yeah,” Josh agreed quietly, grabbing the discarded covers from Mikey’s bunk to wipe his face.

<<That was nice! I’m having a nap now!>>

*****

With all thirty-two new arrivals shown to their dorms, given their whistle-stop tour and then handed over to Mr Trent for the beginning of their inductions, the Year 10s were free to help lug the remainder of the suitcases up to the dorms before being released for the afternoon.

Most of the Year 10s had gathered in one of the communal rooms in the Guest Building, deliberately keeping clear of Mr Trent and the new Year 7s. Chris had been happily chatting away when he heard a commotion and glanced over to see his eldest brother had come in.

“Blane!” “It’s Blane!” “Hi Blane!” many of the boys chorused, the handsome/hunky Teaching Assistant having always been popular amongst the group, especially because of the connection to one of their classmates, a proverbial forbidden fruit.

“Yeah, yeah, back off you ravenous whores!” Chris called out as he jumped to his feet to try and fight his classmates back.

“Bit harsh, but okay,” Blane smirked. “You all had a good day so far?” he asked, getting an immediate wave of mostly cheerful responses. “And I should point out now that from this term on, it’s not Blane anymore, it’s Mr Smith!” As he got an indecipherable cacophony of comments and questions he gestured for quiet and said, “As of today, I’m your new PE teacher, filling in the spot left vacant by Mr Rudd!”

It triggered a new wave of noise and chatter from the Year 10s, though the boys closest to Josh looked round as they heard a distraught whimper from him. “Mr Rudd left?!” he exclaimed, looking absolutely heartbroken.

“Kinda sounds like it,” Rob said, stroking Josh’ arm sympathetically.

“Buh… but… why wouldn’t he tell me? Why would he… go?” Josh asked shakily, getting increasingly distressed. He stood up and made a dash for the door before anyone could intervene. By the time he was out of the door, tears were flowing.

Mr Rudd was no ordinary teacher, not for Josh. Admittedly their time together so far had been complex to say the least, the teacher and student spending increasing amounts of time together during the man’s first year at the school. Their meetings had originally been intended to address Josh’s ‘self-control issues’ but eventually began to address the trauma of his abusive childhood too. Eventually they had crossed the line into sexual for a while, though that aspect quickly ended. It had left the pair with an entirely platonic, albeit intense, paternal relationship.

Josh wasn’t sure where he was running to, or from, he just had to get out, overwhelmed by the sudden feeling of abandonment. As he rounded a corner, he ran face first into a hefty figure, bounced off and fell back, splayed helplessly on the floor as he cried.

“Josh!” Mr Rudd exclaimed in surprise, almost knocked off his feet too. A concerned frown spread across his face as he saw the state the boy was in. “Josh, what’s wrong?” he asked, squatting down to him.

“D… Dad!” Josh whimpered, having begun using the affectionate moniker a short while before the summer. “I thought you left!” he said, trembling and confused.

“What? No! I’m not going anywhere!” Mr Rudd said in slight confusion as he shook his head. He reached out and offered a hand to the distressed teen. “Why would you think that?” he asked softly.

“Blane… umm… Mr Smith, he said he’d taken your job!” Josh explained as he accepted the hand offered to him, being promptly yanked up onto his feet. He kept hold as he stood, using the sleeve of his other arm to wipe his face.

“He has!” Mr Rudd said with a nod, “But that doesn’t mean I’m leaving, I’ve just changed jobs!”

Josh took a moment to let the words settle in, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief that his favourite adult in the entire world hadn’t abandoned him. With the words finally sunk in, he lunged forward to wrap his arms around the hulking figure. “You’re still here,” he whispered contentedly.

“Course I am, little man. I’m not going anywhere!” Mr Rudd said, planting a gentle kiss on the top of Josh’s head as he held him tightly.

“Wait, so what’s your new job?” Josh asked, pulling back to look up at him.

Mr Rudd grinned broadly and replied, “I’m the new Floor Master for the second floor!”

Josh stared blankly for a moment, the news taking a few moments to settle in. As he began to comprehend it, his eyes slowly widened. “You… you’re… you’re gonna be… oh my god!” he exclaimed, hugging the teacher again. “Did you take a new job just to be around me more?” he asked, grinning cheekily.

“That’s a cute idea,” Mr Rudd said with a smirk, “But no! Although I do have to admit you definitely played a part in the decision to switch!”

“Did I?” Josh asked, frowning curiously.

“Mmm-huh,” the man hummed, placing an arm around Josh as he started back down the hallway, seemingly heading back to where Josh had just come from. “I know things with us got a little…” he paused to look both ways to make sure nobody was around, “… carried away last year.”

Josh smiled and nodded, but then made a zipping gesture across his mouth. The intimate encounters between them would always remain a closely guarded secret.

“But spending time with you, as well as some of the other students I helped, it helped me figure some things out,” Mr Rudd explained openly. “As I love sports and teaching PE, helping students more directly like that, it was a wonderful feeling. So, when the Floor Master role came up, it was just an opportunity I wanted to seize. The fact it means I’m in charge of you is just… a happy little bonus!”

“You did, by the way,” Josh suddenly offered, then realised the comment may have been a little obscure. He smiled and clarified, “Help me, I mean. The other stuff was… fun, but… just talking to you and spending time with you… it helped me a lot and I think you’re gonna be amazing as a Floor Master!”

Mr Rudd didn’t reply beyond a large smile, covering up the swell of pride he felt with his usual air of stoicism.

*****

The Year 10s had slowly filled the back of the room as Mr Trent finished up his talk with the new Year 7s. Though they remained respectfully silent, many exchanged smiles and knowing chuckles as they thought back to their own first day.

“So,” Mr Trent moved towards a conclusion, “As I explained, each of you will be spending some time with your new mentors, who have all just arrived. I’ll call out your names and who you’re with. Raise your hands to make yourselves known when you hear your name, go to your mentor and then I’ll leave you in their capable hands!”

The Year 7s climbed to their feet and looked around at the older boys, some of whom they had seen during their arrival, though mostly the two groups had been kept apart. There were a few moments of recognition as the new arrivals spotted the ones who had been with them during their selection day several months earlier.

“Reuben Abara-Forsythe, you’re with Adrian Rivera!” Mr Trent started, the first two pairing up quickly.

As the pairing up began. Rob caught the eye of the boy he had selected, Devon. Knowing Mr Trent was working through alphabetically by surname, he already suspected he would be last as Devon’s surname was Zhao, so he beckoned the boy over.

Devon grinned at the sight of Rob. “Hi!” he said softly, being careful not to interrupt the roll call.

“We’ll be here a while, figured I’d save you waiting to see who you were with!” Rob explained discretely.

“You’re my mentor?” Devon asked delightedly. “Awesome!”

“Axel Bancroft, you’re going with David Brown!” Mr Trent continued, already almost a quarter of the way through.

“Yeah,” Rob said happily. “We’ll go off somewhere else in a minute, but we should wait ‘til Mr T finishes the list. Don’t wanna confuse him!” It got a quiet giggle from Devon who already looked substantially calmer than many of the nervous eleven-year-olds around him. “Enjoying the day so far?” Rob asked happily.

“Well… I don’t hate it yet, so that’s kind of a yes, right?” Devon joked.

Rob laughed and nodded, glad to see the boy comfortable enough to joke already.

“Jorge Diaz and Nicky Jones,” Mr Trent went on.

“He’s in my dorm,” Devon observed, hearing Jorge’s name mentioned.

“Yeah, Nicky’s in mine,” Rob agreed, nodding to the pair as they met up. “That’s kinda how it works. The guys in my dorm’ll be mentors to the guys in yours, just like your dorm, one-oh-one, was our first dorm when we started here!”

“Huh, that’s kinda cool,” Devon said thoughtfully.

“Before The Explosion, anyway. Probably looks like a whole different dorm now. I might have to take a look later!” Rob said. His feelings on it were as split as the rest of his friends. On one hand, knowing their first dorm had been so badly damaged was a sad moment, but knowing it was now brand new in time for a new batch of Kingswood boys felt strangely appropriate.

“Peyton Granger, you’re with Mark Reid!” Mr Trent continued.

“He’s in my dorm,” Rob and Devon said in unison, then giggled a little.

Mr Trent continued calling out names, each of them pairing up and heading out of the rapidly-emptying room. Rob and Devon continued to chat, oblivious to the rest of the group as they quickly bonded.

“Avery Webb, you’re with Danny Davies!” Mr Trent called out, giving a slight frown to the wicked chuckle the younger boy gave as he headed for Danny, unaware of what had happened between the two on selection day. “Milo Wilson, you’re with Josh Williams!”

Rob froze briefly before his head shot round. “What?!” he exclaimed in shock as he saw Josh… standing with Rob’s own little brother, Milo. “What the fuck!” he called out in surprise.

“ROBERT!” Mr Trent snapped furiously at the coarse language, interrupting the list.

“Sorry sir,” Rob apologised. He looked to Devon and said, “Sorry, I’ll be right back!” He quickly hurried across the room and stared at Milo in disbelief. “What the hell are you doing here?” he demanded.

“Going for a meeting with my new mentor,” Milo said, grinning broadly. “Obviously,” he added with a cheeky smirk.

“I… you… I… but… I…” Rob stuttered.

Josh and Milo both snorted with laughter. “So much effort, but so worth it just for THAT face!” Josh said, pulling out his phone. He snapped a picture of his confused friend and said, “Totally sending that to your parents!”

“How are you here?” Rob demanded.

“I said,” Mr Trent called out loudly to interrupt Rob, “Devon Zhao and Rob Wilson!”

“Right, yes, sorry… right!” Rob said, looking from Mr Trent to Devon, then back to Josh. “You knew about this? Wait, mum and dad knew about this? Wait, of course they did, how else could you be here?” He shook his head in disbelief at Milo.

“ROB!” Mr Trent barked.

“Sir, he’s my little brother!” Rob exclaimed, pointing to Milo.

“Really? The fact he has the same surname, looks basically exactly like you did in year seven and was dropped off by your parents didn’t give that way, so thank you for that shocking revelation,” Mr Trent said sarcastically. “Now if you don’t mind, your attention should be elsewhere!” He nodded towards Devon.

As Milo and Josh both sniggered at the teacher’s humour, Rob scowled, then looked to Devon and said, “Yeah, yeah we should go and… yeah…” He wandered over to the boy and gave another look of utter disbelief as his little brother left with his best friend.

*****

“What was that?” David asked, having just seen the boy beside him wave cheerfully at Harley Edwards. “Got yourself a boyfriend already?” he teased.

“Eww, he’s my cousin!” Axel scowled, shaking his head.

“Ohhhhh!” David said, nodding his understanding. “That’s how you know so much about Kingswood at your selection day! Harley told ya!”

“Nope,” Axel said, shaking his head. “He didn’t have a clue until I told him last week.”

David cocked his head, looking at the younger boy curiously.

“Scott and Nathan told me!” Axel explained as they headed up the stairs. As he got a confused shrug from David, he added, “Harley’s big brothers! They used to go here!”

“Oh, right,” David nodded. “I kinda… don’t really know Harley that well. I totally forgot he even had brothers. I think they were in Year 12 when we started.”

“Mmm-huh,” Axel hummed as he nodded. “They told me everything… well… not everything. They said some things I needed to find out for myself but… they definitely taught me a few things!”

“What… kind of things?” David asked with a wry grin as they reached the first floor Common Room. He gestured to one of the sofas by the TV and sat down as Axel jumped into the seat beside him.

“Just what to expect when I start. Y’know, the induction, naked punishments, the… appointment with Dr Arkwright tomorrow!” He looked a little pale at the last comment.

“Well that… saves me a lot of effort,” David said, trying to look sympathetic. “You haven’t told anyone else about any of it, have you? We might end with a mass breakout tonight if you all know what’s coming!”

Axel shook his head. “Nah, not said anything to anyone. We’ve not really had, like… dorm time together yet!” He sighed slightly as he frowned and then asked, “How bad is the… y’know… Dr Arkwright thing?”

“You mean stripping naked in front of a man you’ve only just met and an older boy you barely know, getting examined and then being wanked off? Oh, it’s fine. Absolute party!” David said sarcastically, smirking slightly. As he saw Axel just look upset, he winced a little and said, “Sorry, it’s… yeah, it’s tough, but… it’s not really that bad!”

“It’s just…” Axel started, then glanced round the Common Room. Fortunately, the few others who had come to chat in the large room were sat far enough away to not overhear. Axel lowered his voice anyway. “I still… can’t cum yet. I’ve been trying all summer. I REALLY didn’t wanna end up in one of those… things!”

David nodded sympathetically again. “I get it, but y’know, I was in one for two years and I survived!”

“Yeah, but you’re all cool and stuff. I’m… really not,” Axel said awkwardly.

David was surprised. The boy had been all bluster and bravado at the selection day, so seeing his timid side was quite a shock… as was his assessment of David. “Cool? Me? Yeah, I’m as uncool as they come!”

Axel shook his head. “You’ve got the cool hair,” he started, gesturing to David’s bright blue hair. “You were clearly all in charge of everyone earlier. I even heard you have a boyfriend! You are DEFINITELY cool!”

David chuckled. “I mean… all true, but I don’t think any of it makes me cool. I’m just… me. Besides, cool is not an important thing here, at least not with my mates. Anyway, from what I remember, you seemed pretty cool yourself, ya little rebel!” He grinned as they both remembered the mischief they had got up to on Axel’s selection day. “Where’s THAT Axel?”

“He’s scared of ending up walking round nekkid so he’s behaving!” Axel said shyly.

“Probably a good move,” David said with a nod. “One of the guys in my dorm ended up naked on his first weekend here. It was horrible!”

“Sounds it!” Axel said, looking intimidated for a moment before a smile spread across his face. “But was it also kinda hot? Seeing him like that?”

David gulped slightly. He felt bad. The friend in question was Josh, and the punishment had been orchestrated by his abusive brothers, but David had really found it quite exciting to witness. In many ways, that was his first proper experience with voyeurism, a fetish that had developed into a penchant for secretly filming his friends, something he was already thinking about getting back to. “Maybe a bit!” he said a little awkwardly.

“Exactly,” Axel sniggered. “I don’t wanna do it, but I TOTALLY wanna see it! I’ve been jerking off all summer thinking about it!”

“Wow, you’re really not shy, are you!” David exclaimed, shaking his head a little.

Axel shrugged. “I mean… I kind of am, but… well Scott and Nathan always said you can trust your mentor at Kingswood, so… I figure no need to be shy with you, right?”

“Right!” David said, happy to have the mentoring off to such a good start.

*****

“Oh my god, it was so funny!”

Danny blushed heavily at the comment. He had wandered out onto the school grounds with his new Year 7 mentee, Avery, and they had bumped into Adrian who was with his own new boy, Reuben. Avery had wasted no time in recounting the tale of what had happened on his selection day with Danny.

“He was so gullible,” Avery laughed, shaking his head. “And then I just left him there, tied up and naked!” he went on, sniggering as he laughed, getting chuckles from Reuben and Adrian too. “Who found you? Was it Mr Everett?”

“Yes,” Danny said awkwardly.

“Mr Everett saw you naked?” Reuben asked, horrified and amused in equal measure.

“Oh everyone’s seen Danny naked!” Adrian said, grinning broadly. “Back in year seven, Danny kinda led a project for something and at the opening ceremony, which EVERYONE was at, Mr Everett kinda thanked Danny for his hard work, but he was naked at the time cos of a punishment, so like, everyone was clapping for him and he just had to stand there with his dick out and everything!”

“Naked… punishment?” Reuben asked, the amusement gone now, leaving only horror.

“Oh, yeah, we should really go talk,” Adrian said awkwardly. “See you guys later!” he said as he headed off with the anxious-looking boy.

“Should I assume you’re just gonna tell everyone about what happened?” Danny asked grumpily.

“Yes. Yes you should, and by the sounds of it, I’m gonna get plenty of funny stories in return!” Avery said with a mischievous grin.

“I knew picking you was a mistake!” Danny grumbled.

“You… picked me?” Avery asked, frowning curiously at the choice of words.

“Yeah,” Danny nodded. “That’s kinda why I was there that day. Mr Everett really did need that final interview with you, but assuming you passed that, which I think everyone did, it was up to me who I’d have come here.”

“So… out of… all the boys you saw that day, you chose me?” Avery asked, staring at Danny wide-eyed.

Danny was a little taken aback by the expression. Avery was a confident boy, that much was undeniable, and his verging-on-arrogance confidence tended to make him seem much older than his eleven years. As he stood staring up at Danny now, he suddenly looked his age, and it was both surprising and charming.

“I don’t think… anyone’s picked me for anything before… ever!” Avery said softly, frowning slightly.

“They have now,” Danny said, reaching out to touch the boy’s shoulder. “Wait!” he said, his hand suddenly recoiling. “Is this like when you acted all timid to trick me into letting you tie me up?” he asked accusingly.

Avery continued to stare for a moment, looking almost torn before he grinned again and said, “Yeah, ya got me. You’re not QUITE as stupid as you look!”

“Gee, thanks,” Danny pouted as he shook his head. “Now come on. Let’s find somewhere to stop. I’ve got a lot to tell you about this place!”

*****

“¿En serio?” the boy exclaimed, shaking his head at Nicky.

Nicky smirked slightly. He didn’t know what exactly what Jorge had said, but considering he had just revealed details of the way things worked at Kingswood, like the very public and humiliating punishments, it wasn’t hard to guess the meaning of the question.

“Sorry,” Jorge said, blushing a little. “That’s the first time that has happened today!”

“Hey, you never need to apologise for speaking in your OWN first language!” Nicky said, shaking his head.

“I know,” Jorge said, nodding gently. He gave Nicky a meek smile and said, “I have… I’ve been working hard to make my English better since we first met and I want to keep getting better!”

“Jorge, you already speak better English than most of the actual English speakers around here,” Nicky chuckled. “But I’m happy to keep helping where I can. You already sound so much more confident than you did back then. It’s… really cool!”

“Thank you,” Jorge said, smiling proudly. “So… do they really make boys take off their clothes as a punishment?”

“Yup,” Nicky nodded. “It’s weird, definitely, but… I dunno, it kinda works. This place is… unusual but… kind of awesome too!”

“Yes, I was looking forward to coming here very much,” Jorge said with a happy nod. “And not just because of the friendly boy with the very large penis!” He grinned playfully.

“Good to know,” Nicky laughed. “Look, there’s something else you need to know about. We’re kinda… not supposed to tell you, because of the way it usually ends up, but I think it’s okay for you!”

“That sounds… concerning,” Jorge frowned.

“Promise you won’t tell anyone else in your year?” Nicky asked. As he got a nod from the boy, he explained, “So tomorrow you will have an appointment with the school’s doctor, Dr Arkwright, just to have a quick physical and make sure you’re all healthy and not going to drop dead or anything.”

Jorge nodded, still looking nervous.

“As part of the examination, the doctor will want to test whether you are capable of… ejaculation!” Nicky said, blushing a little.

Jorge frowned thoughtfully at the word and said awkwardly, “Umm… I am… not sure of that word!”

“Oh, yeah,” Nicky nodded. “That’s the technical word for when you shoot stuff after playing with your willy,” he simplified it.

“Oh,” Jorge nodded. “What was the word?”

“Ejaculation,” Nicky said slowly.

“Eee-jac-yoo-lay-shun,” Jorge repeated slowly, committing the word to memory for a moment before his eyes widened and he exclaimed, “The doctor does that?”

“Yeah,” Nicky nodded. “They do it to test if you are physically matured yet. If you are… which I already know you are… then it’s fine and it’s just over and done with!”

“That is a bit of a relief,” Jorge said, then cocked his head as he asked nervously, “What happens to boys who are not… umm… what did you call it? Fizzy… what?”

“Physically matured?” Nicky repeated.

Jorge nodded, appreciating the assistance, then frowned and asked nervously, “Do they make them leave?”

“No, nothing like that!” Nicky explained. “They… get put in a device. It’s kinda like… underwear they can’t take off, and they have to keep it on until they can ejaculate!”

Jorge shuddered. “That sounds unpleasant!”

“Mmm-huh,” Nicky hummed, then realised the teaching opportunity and said, “It’s called a chastity device. Chass-ti-tee.”

Jorge smiled gratefully at the vocabulary.

“Thankfully I never had to have one,” Nicky said, almost proudly, “But a lot of my friends did. I’m glad you won’t have to either!”

“So does this mean I have to… err… wank in front of an adult?” Jorge asked, blushing heavily.

“Not quite,” Nicky frowned, almost regretting forewarning the boy now based on how nervous he looked. “You’ll be given the choice of either the doctor doing it for you, or me doing it for you!”

“I would prefer you to do it,” Jorge explained. He gave a timid smile as he said, “I liked… when we did that before!”

Nicky smiled back as he nodded his understanding. The two boys had played with each other on Jorge’s selection day, which was how Nicky knew the boy would be lucky enough to escape chastity.

“I… think about that day often when I… do things,” Jorge explained.

Nicky felt a sudden knot in his stomach. His early days at Kingswood had been spent in a secret relationship with his own mentor, Will. It had been fun… until it wasn’t! While they had officially made up after separating, the mentor/mentee relationship had never really recovered, leaving Nicky without the guidance and bond most of his peers shared with their own mentors. Considering he already found the boy before him to be both cute and endearing, he couldn’t help but worry about ending up repeating his own past.

“Yes, that was a fun one-off,” Nicky said with a nod, trying to sound formal.

“So we will… not do it again?” Jorge asked, clearly crestfallen.

Nicky felt awful as he saw the look on the boy’s face. He wanted to hug him, though he was a little worried what else a hug may lead to. He absolutely refused to end up with Jorge the way he had with Will. “We shouldn’t,” Nicky explained. “I’m supposed to be your advisor and your guide, not your boyfriend!” he said, much more bluntly than he intended.

“I… understand,” Jorge said with a gentle nod.

*****

Josh looked round and quickly turned back to the group as he hissed, “Shh, quiet, here he comes!”

Rob approached the small group of his dormmates scowling heavily at his best friend. “You dick!” he snapped unhappily.

“Ah, hey Rob, how’s it going?” Josh replied casually as the others all sniggered.

“You absolute fucking dick!” Rob repeated, though this time he accompanied the comment with a lunge at Josh.

Josh attempted to evade the attack, but Rob managed to grab hold of him, tumbling to the ground where he got pinned. “Little help here, guys?” Josh pleaded.

“Nah, more fun not to,” Mark said with a shrug, eliciting laughs from Chris, Nicky and David.

“How the hell could you not tell me Milo was coming here?” Rob demanded as he held Josh down.

“Hey, this wasn’t just me. Milo didn’t tell you either… or your parents… or Mr Trent… OR Mr Everett!” Josh said defensively.

“Oh, their turn is coming!” Rob snapped before delivering a firm but not overly aggressive punch to Josh’s stomach.

“Hey, ease up,” Chris said as he leaned down to pull Rob away. “What’s the big deal? You love Milo. Fuck knows you talk about him often enough!”

“Oh, you’re one to talk!” Rob said, yanking his arm free of Chris’ grip as he finally let Josh stand. “I seem to remember you having a bit of a tantrum over Blane starting here!”

“Okay, well that was different!” Chris said as he flopped back down into his seat beside Nicky.

Rob scowled as he demanded, “How?”

“Well… that was about me,” Chris said with a cheeky grin. As he could sense Rob’s annoyance turning his way, he raised his hands and said, “Sorry, kidding. But with Blane, he wasn’t just sprung on me like ‘hey, he’s here’, it was more like ‘you’re brother’s here, now get your clothes off and lets have him make you cum!’ Not quite the same as, here’s a year seven kid, now starting as a year seven student!”

“Wait, what?” Mark exclaimed in shock.

“Milo’s here, keep up dear,” Chris said with a smirk.

“Not the bit I was surprised by, and you know it!” Mark grumbled.

“Seriously,” Josh said, moving round to get to a safe distance in case of any more lashing out, “I’ll admit the surprise was a low blow… a fucking funny one and totally worth it, but… how are you not jumping for freaking joy at this?”

“I…” Rob started as he slumped down into a seat. He pursed his lips, frowning thoughtfully for a moment. “He’s my little brother. He shouldn’t be around all this…” he paused, feeling awkward for saying it. “All this sex!” he finally finished.

“What?!” Josh scoffed, shaking his head.

“No, wait, I get it!” Chris interjected before any arguing could start, “You guys don’t have little brothers, so you… don’t know what it’s like to… ya know, be protective of them. If it was Cian or Aidan, I reckon I’d be freaking out a bit too!”

“Thank you!” Rob said emphatically, glad someone understood.

“Oh come on, you guys had no issue with this stuff when WE were the year sevens. Then it was all, like… yeah, great, let’s wank off Mr Mentor!” Josh argued. He looked round the group and asked, “Right?”

Nicky flinched slightly at the subject and remained silent.

“He’s got a point,” David said with a shrug. “I don’t recall you having any issue doing stuff with Sam when you started,” he said, raising an eyebrow at Rob.

“Yeah, well maybe I should have!” Rob argued back.

“Totally!” Mark quickly agreed. “I mean, my kid, Peyton, he’s just, like, the sweetest kid ever and I’m totally freaking out over knowing what’s coming!”

“Yeah, NOT him!” Josh joked, sniggering at the play on words.

Mark scowled at Josh and said, “Not funny! What if he’s not ready!”

“Just like Milo isn’t!” Rob quickly jumped in.

“Oh Milo’s ready!” Josh said confidently.

“How do you…” Rob started, then his eyes widened. “Wait, have you… did you… have you DONE STUFF to my little brother?” he demanded, jumping back to his feet.

“You know what happens between a guy and his mentor is confidential!” Josh insisted petulantly.

“Josh!” Rob growled.

“Mate, he’s right,” Mark said, shaking his head. “What happens between them, stays between them!”

“This is SO fucked up!” Rob growled. “Ugh, I’m going to call my parents and tell them they’re dicks!” he snapped before storming out.

Silence lingered for several moments.

“So that went well,” Josh smirked.

Chris rolled his eyes. “Rob was right, you’re a dick,” he said casually.

Josh shrugged. “I can live with that,” he said with a snigger.

As conversation continued, Chris cuddled up against Nicky. “Hey, you were quiet in all of that. Not even any sarcastic comments! You okay?” he asked only semi-seriously.

“Yeah, I’m good,” Nicky said, lying, but doing it well as he gave Chris a smile. As much as he was still thinking about how he had left things with Jorge, his mind was already back on Mikey.

*****

“Thank you for being on time,” Mr Rudd said as he opened the door to Mikey.

<<You’d give us detention if we didn’t ya dick. That’s the only reason we’re on time. Go fuck yourself with a rusty razor blade!>>

Mikey shrugged at the comment as he followed the gesture to enter and walked into the room the teacher had been using as a temporary office. As was tradition, each year was started off with a meeting with their Floor Master, though every year so far for Mikey, that had been Mr Trent.

“Take a seat,” Mr Rudd said politely. “Can I get you a drink?”

“I’m good,” Mikey said quietly as he sat down.

<<Ha. No you’re not!>>

Mr Rudd frowned slightly as he looked at Mikey. While he hadn’t spent a great deal of one-on-one time with the boy the previous year, he was a big personality in his Year group, which meant plenty of interaction during PE lessons and during Survival Club. He had already noticed the boy seemed quieter than usual, just amongst his peers, but getting him alone now, he seemed completely withdrawn.

“Glad to be back for another year?” Mr Rudd asked, trying to open things up a little.

“I guess!” Mikey said without making eye contact.

<<Hey, it’s better than being at home with cuntface and bitchbreath!>>

Mikey smirked a little.

“Is that… funny?” Mr Rudd asked curiously.

“No, just glad to be back I guess!” Mikey said.

<<Tell him my cuntface and bitchbreath comment. He might laugh too!>>

“Ready to get stuck into your GCSEs?” Mr Rudd asked, another ice breaker that had worked well with some of the others. Whether they were excited to be working on subjects they had chosen, or indifferent to the entire process, they all seemed to have an opinion on it.

<<Oy, this guy!!>>

Mikey just shrugged again.

“I saw you’d gone for two languages… two of the harder ones too, Japanese and Mandarin. You clearly enjoy a challenge!” Mr Rudd said with a smile.

<<Er weiß nicht, was du tust. Mais je fais. Vous n'êtes pas malin!>>

“Languages are easy, they’re just words,” Mikey replied dismissively.

Mr Rudd chuckled. “I guess you’re right about that,” he said with a thoughtful nod. “I noticed on your previous reports they all mentioned slipping easily between French, English and German. Fancied throwing some more options in there, did you?”

<<Je suis hilarant dans n'importe quelle langue! And you can’t distract me with more of them! Schnell, sag was, er starrt!>>

“It was either that or I take Geography and learn stupid things about places I don’t care about or take History and learn about stupid stuff old people did… stupidly!” Mikey said a little gruffly.

“You certainly have an interesting perspective on these things,” Mr Rudd said with a slow nod.

<<Shit shit shit. Interesting? Crap! He’s onto us. Act normal or you’re off to the loony bin!!!!>>

Mikey finally looked up, making eye contact at last. “I’m just playing,” he said with a sweet smile.

<<Ugh, too far. You’re not flirting with him… though he’s kinda hot for an adult. You should ask Josh what he’s like in bed!>>

“Okay then,” Mr Rudd said, mildly confused by the sudden change. “So how did things go with your new year seven. What was his name…”

“Leonardo!” Mikey said with a smirk.

<<Teenage mutant ninja turtles, teenage mutant ninja turtles!>>

“That’s the one,” Mr Rudd nodded. “Did things go okay with your meeting?”

<<Well he’s not dead yet, so that’s a win, right?>>

“Umm, okay I think,” Mikey said timidly.

<<Though it’s only a matter of time til you fuck him up, but sure, enjoy today!>>

Mr Rudd stared for a moment, seeing the brief moment of cheerfulness seemingly draining out of Mikey. He gave a gentle sigh and asked, “Mikey, is something wrong?”

<<Wrong? Why would anything be wrong? Mistaken. Incorrect. Not right. Erroneous.>>

“No sir, everything’s fine,” Mikey said firmly, forcing himself to sit up straighter as he said it.

“Are you sure?” Mr Rudd asked, cautious not to over-step.

<<Yes sir, I’m all good, it’s just a lot to get used to!>>

“Yes sir, I’m all good, it’s just a lot to get used to!” Mikey said with a polite nod and cautious smile.

<<Nicely done. Now distract him!>>

“Are you excited to be starting a new job, sir?” Mikey asked, his head cocking slightly as he looked at the man.

“Oh, yes. Yes I am, Mikey, thank you very much for asking,” Mr Rudd said, surprised at the considerate question. “I’m looking forward to getting to know you all a lot better!”

<<Oh, like he got to know Josh? Quick, bend over!>>

“Josh seems excited to have you as Floor Master,” Mikey said thoughtfully.

<<Suck up! Stop being nice. It’s weird!>>

“But I really liked Mr Trent and you might be really bad compared to him. It’s too soon to tell!” Mikey stated bluntly.

<<Nice recovery! Have a cookie! Wait, I don’t have cookies. Get cookies so I can give you one!>>

“Wow, well thank you for THAT vote of confidence,” Mr Rudd said bemusedly. “But moving on, once the second-floor refurbishment is finished, we’ll be moving back over there and that means going into a four-person dorm. Are you looking forward to a little more personal space?”

“Not really. I like my friends and I like sharing with them!” Mikey answered a little dismissively.

<<Shut up slag, you don’t need ‘em. You’ve got us! They’re not even your friends!>>

“Well it will definitely take some adjusting, but I’m sure you’ll manage it just fine!” Mr Rudd said confidently.

<<Hahahahaha!>>

Mikey flinched slightly and asked abruptly, “Why?”

“Why… what?” Mr Rudd asked curiously.

“Why are you sure I’ll manage it?” Mikey asked flatly. “What exactly have I ever done to make you think I’ll manage it ‘just fine’, or are you just saying that to shut me up about it?”

Mr Rudd looked more than a little taken aback by the challenge. He took a breath, composing himself before he gave a gentle smile and said, “I can assure you, Mikey, I don’t say any of these things just to shut anyone up.” He paused, feeling slightly guilty as he saw Mikey wince a little before he finished, “And I’m sure you’ll be fine because I’ve seen how you handle new things. You are a very adaptable young man, even if you don’t realise it!”

<<Wow, this guy’s fucking clueless. You’re about as adaptable as… something… that… doesn’t adapt well! Dammit, you win this one!>>

Mikey smiled slightly and nodded silently.

*****

“Are you sure… you don’t wanna talk… ah fuck… about the Milo thing?” Jazz asked, pausing repeatedly to grunt with pleasure as the fingers probed deep inside him.

“Yes!” Rob said firmly, then prodded at Jazz’s prostate as he added, “Very!”

“Okay, then… bring that pretty mouth… over here!” Jazz said, his fists clenching as he resisted playing with his throbbing dick.

Rob leaned over to lay beside Jazz, keeping his fingers inside the other boy’s arse as he leaned in to start kissing him. They melted into each other, kissing with gentle passion.

Determined to keep his hands from roaming to his own cock, which Rob had asked him not to touch, Jazz held onto Rob instead, one arm looping around to gently stroke his back while the other caressed up and down his body, eventually stopping on a nipple as he heard a muted moan echo into his mouth. He giggled slightly without breaking the kiss, glad to have found a way to tease Rob back for the tantalising fingering.

Rob was working Jazz’s rear expertly, slowly building up his speed as he pleasured Jazz inside and out, building the anal-loving boy towards climax, only to ease off at the last moment and release the pressure. He now found himself having his sensitive nipple teased in time with the pleasure he was inflicting on Jazz, any time his fingers sped up so did Jazz’s, their lip lock never breaking.

Over and over, Rob teased his boyfriend to the brink of release until Jazz finally pulled off and moaned, “You fucking tease. Lemme cum. Please!”

Rob grinned as he waggled his fingers again and said just as he got Jazz back to the edge, “Twenty!”

“Ah fuck… unnh,” Jazz moaned, then frowned at Rob and asked, “Twenty… what?”

Rob continued to grin wickedly as he began pleasuring Jazz once more, seemingly ignoring the question until he saw Jazz’s cock give its tell-tale pre-orgasmic twitch. “Nineteen!” he said, his eye flashing mischievously.

“Ah, no, come on,” Jazz whimpered as he caught on to the meaning. “Ugh, fine, but if you’re doing that, I’m doing this!” he said as he pulled his other arm back and nudged Rob over to allow access to both nipples.

“Fuck,” Rob groaned as pleasure radiated out from the sensitive nubs. He wanted to cum too, but he refused to let Jazz ‘win’ and held off, sticking to his planned teasing as he continued edging Jazz and counting down.

By the time Rob got down to the single figures, Jazz was a gibbering wreck, his cock an even wetter mess than it had been a few minutes earlier. Rob was in much the same state, his cock feeling ready to burst despite the lack of direct contact, though he did occasionally rub it against Jazz’s hip, but avoided pushing himself too far.

“One!” Rob said as he stopped fingering again, worried he might have been just a little too late. He watched in sheer joy as Jazz writhed with pleasure, his dick pulsating as it dribbled up more precum. “Ready?” he whispered as he plunged his fingers back in again. His own nipples were getting sore, so he could imagine Jazz’s ring likely felt the same, though neither of them minded. Uncomfortable as it was, Rob enjoyed the slight soreness and he knew Jazz well enough to know it was a twisted pleasure he shared too.

“Make me cum,” Jazz gasped, clenching his sphincter tightly around Rob’s fingers as he sped towards the sweet release of orgasm. “Oh my fucking god,” he whispered, panting heavily as his dick throbbed and erupted with the first massive shot.

“Fuck yeah,” Rob said, panting almost as much as Jazz as the sight of his boyfriend’s orgasm was finally too much and he reached down, giving his own erection a quick flurry of strokes to begin shooting over Jazz, just as he finished covering himself.

Jazz was still catching his breath with his eyes closed several moments later when he felt Rob’s mouth on his neck, kissing and nibbling at it gently. “God, I love you so much,” he said in amazement, finally coming down from the orgasmic high.

“I love you too,” Rob whispered back as he paused his nibbling, only to return to it a few moments later as they lay nestling together.

“I don’t mean to ruin the mood,” Jazz started. The sexual encounter had been sudden and unplanned, as Jazz had randomly bumped into Rob in the hallway before being dragged into an empty dorm and stripped. He could tell Rob was annoyed, but the fingers inside him had soon shut down any possible conversation.

“Then don’t!” Rob said firmly but not harshly. “Just… lay here with me, okay!”

“Okay,” Jazz replied, kissing Rob’s forehead gently. “By the way, if this is what happens when you’re pissed, I hope you have a really shitty term!” he joked playfully.

Rob laughed reluctantly, shaking his head before leaning in for another kiss.

*****

“I wonder what they’re up to,” Nicky mused as he sat stroking at Mikey’s head which was resting on his lap.

The others looked round at each other, shrugging a little at the sudden unprompted question. All eight boys had headed back into their dorm, now that Danny had returned and Rob seemed to have calmed down. David was tapping away at his laptop, sat between Chris’ legs with the bigger boy’s arms wrapped around him, casually cuddling him from behind. Mark and Josh had wrestled briefly before Mark (inevitably) came out on top – literally – and now sat atop the smaller boy who had grumbled at first but now just seemed to find it amusing. Rob and Danny had been sat together, discussing training plans for the rugby and football teams respectively when Nicky asked the question.

“What who’s up to?” Chris asked curiously, voicing the collective confusion.

“The… wait, what we gonna call them? The years sevens, our… y’know… whatever they are!” Nicky explained.

“Mentees,” David offered without looking away from his laptop.

“Ugh, I hate that word, makes them sound like they’d cause an explosion if you put them in diet coke!” Danny said, shaking his head.

“That’s Ment-OHs!” David emphasised the O. “We covered this last year!”

“Yeah, I know, I’m not stupid, that’s why I said it’s what they sound LIKE!” Danny complained. “We should, like… name them something better!”

<<Get mentos. And diet coke!>>

Mikey frowned a little as he shook his head, clearing it a little then smirked and said sarcastically, “Oh this’ll be good!”

“What?” Danny asked defensively.

<<Yeah, what? I’m the bitch, I should be offending him, not you. Call him a slut!>>

Mikey let out a slight grunt, then said bluntly, “Naming things!” He sat up, looking round at the confused faces. “Come on, we go to a school that has ‘The School Building’, ‘The Home Building’ and ‘The Guest Building’, then we’ve got all the dramatic bullshit that we’ve called ‘The Incident’, ‘The Accident’ and ‘The Explosion’. We SUCK at naming things!”

“Wow, someone’s Mr Crankypants!” Danny grumbled back.

“He’s not exactly wrong, is he!” Rob said with a shrug.

“Fine, then whadda we call our… mentos?” Danny asked, smirking slightly.

“Men…” David went to correct, then realised Danny was teasing and shot him a smirk and headshake.

The group looked round at each other blankly.

“The year sevens?” Rob suggested with a shrug.

<<Fat cunt’s a moron!>>

“Oh that’s original,” Mikey said sarcastically.

“And we’d have to change it next year,” David added.

“Okay, how about… The Kids?” Chris suggested.

“Considering Danny’s probably gonna fuck most of ‘em, that’s probably a bit creepy!” Mikey replied.

<<Ha, yes, I told you to call him a slut and you basically did! Good boy!>>

“Not that I’m calling you a slut!” Mikey suddenly added.

<<Oh you fucking pussy!>>

“Just… being realistic… sorry…” Mikey trailed off, flinching a little.

Nicky looked torn between admonishing Mikey and comforting him as he appeared to have upset himself with his own comment.

“I’m not planning on doing that, but I do get your point,” Danny said. He wasn’t too happy with the comment, but he could see the obvious remorse and didn’t want to make it worse. “Maybe we just go with… The Lads? If that’s not too unoriginal!”

<<Damn, I guess being riddled with STIs destroys your imagination, the slutbag!!!>>

Mikey let out an almost inaudible grunt, then shook his head and said, “It’s pretty unoriginal,” then ventured a slight smile and added, “Which makes it kinda perfect!”

<<Ugh, you suck as much as Danny does… only he does it with dicks and you do it with words!>>

“The Lads it is then!” Rob said, getting a nod from the others.

“Well, now that THAT’S out the way,” Nicky said, his hand holding Mikey’s as his thumb slowly rubbed back and forth across the back of it comfortingly, “I wonder what THE LADS are up to!”

“What was your first night like here?” Mark asked curiously, the only one in the room who had not been present for it.

“Ugh, it’s so embarrassing!” Danny said with a chuckle.

“Oh, you ended up naked!” Mark said with a snigger and a nod.

“No!” Danny disagreed, then frowned and said, “Well yeah, but only in the shower, but that’s not what I meant. I… kinda… made us all, like… introduce ourselves to each other. It was total cringe!”

“No way!” “Shut up!” “It wasn’t!” the others chorused back at him.

“That wasn’t cringe,” Rob said, shaking his head. “I was totally bricking it, being in a room with you lot, but doing that… it kinda made it…”

“Easier!” Josh nodded his agreement, finally free from beneath Mark as he he had moved to join the conversation.

“Yeah, totally,” Nicky agreed. “I was still freaked out, but that made me… a little bit LESS freaked out! That’s why I suggested to Jorge he should try it too!”

“Oh my god, I told Axel the same!” David giggled.

“Me too!” Chris agreed.

“And me!” Josh said happily.

“See, told ya, not cringe!” Rob said, elbowing Danny who looked both surprised and touched.

“After that, we kinda started just, like, chatting and stuff,” Rob explained. “And at bedtime we kinda talked about, like… missing home and stuff. It was kinda tough!” It got a few nods of agreement.

“And then Chris claimed Danny!” Josh said with a huge grin. As both Chris and Danny blushed a little, and Mark frowned slightly, Josh went on, “I swear half the time they thought their bunks were, like, soundproof or something!”

“And not just for talking,” Rob said, making a wanking gesture which got a lot of laughs.

“It was so stupid but so sweet!” Josh said, smiling fondly. “Chris just kinda got into bed with Danny, cos he was so used to sharing with his brothers, and then he was all like ‘I’m claiming you’. Literally what he said!”

“It was a lovely PRIVATE moment!” Chris said, shaking his head as he glared at Josh, then looked to Danny who was staring at him, smiling fondly.

“It sounds cute,” Mark said, smiling at his knowledge of the secret relationship. “Did the rest of you pair up that quick?”

“Mostly!” Rob replied. “Me and Josh, it was absolutely hate at first sight!” he joked.

“And still hate ya to this day,” Josh said, with a snigger.

“And me and James hit it off pretty quick,” David said, then pouted slightly and said, “Ya know, until he left the dorm!”

“Shut up, he’s literally your boyfriend now!” Chris said, giving David an amused but disapproving nudge.

“TEMPORARY boyfriend!” David corrected him.

“Still weird,” Chris said, shaking his head.

“We weren’t quite that quick,” Nicky said, casually draping an arm around Mikey. “We didn’t really… ya know…become besties…”

“Don’t say besties!” Mikey said with a smirk.

<<Besties? Tosser!>>

“Whatever,” Nicky said dismissively. “Well we didn’t become… whatever we are until we got locked in a room together for two weeks!”

As Mark frowned at the comment, Josh looked up from beneath him and said, “Covid lockdown, the one I tried to kill myself after!”

<<Wow, he’s right. You only became friends because he broke up with Will and you were the only option left. Congratulations, you’re literally his back-up choice!>>

Mikey frowned and said quietly, “I was the best option available at the time!”

“What? No!” Nicky said, shaking his head.

<<Ugh, he’s about to get all clingy again. Do something, fuckwit!>>

“Just kidding,” Mikey sniggered.

Nicky frowned unhappily for a moment but didn’t want to take it any further. “So who d’ya reckon’s gonna be besties with the Lads?” Nicky asked, poking his tongue out as he saw Mikey frown at the choice of words.

“Hmm, I could totally see Peyton being the Chris if someone else has a Danny!” Mark said with a quiet laugh.

As the others began to speculate, Nicky felt his phone vibrate and pulled it out. “Oh!” he said as he looked at the screen.

“What?” Danny asked curiously as he saw the reaction.

“Ah fuck,” Nicky grumbled, shaking his head as he read the message.

“What?” Danny repeated, the dorm growing quieter as the others began to notice and watched curiously.

“Yeah, that was Jorge. I think it’s safe to say their first night isn’t going QUITE Like ours!” Nicky sighed. “Not gonna tell you everything he’s said, cos… y’know, confidentiality, but Mr Trent’s had to separate them for the night, three of them are demanding to go home and Avery’s got a black eye!”

“What?” “What happened?” “Is Milo okay?” “Who hit Avery?” “What happened?” the others all piled on at once, shouting out over each other.

“SHUT UP!” Nicky yelled out to silence them. “I’ve literally just given you as much info as I have, so… shouting isn’t gonna make anything else appear!”

“We should message them!” David suggested. As the others looked at him, he explained, “I know Mr Trent will have this in hand, but I guarantee we’ll have our work cut out for us tomorrow dealing with this. We need a plan. You guys find out the full story from each of them now, we’ll have a better idea of how to sort it tomorrow!” As the others stared back for a moment, he added a blunt, “Come on, get messaging, guys!”

The boys all split up to grab their phones, a couple finding they already had messages as they all started trying to get to the bottom of what had happened.

Danny looked round at the worried and upset-looking group. He knew how much of a troublemaker Avery was, yet he had still brought him to the school. No doubt he was at the centre of all of this, which meant Danny was to blame for yet another mess. Sighing in frustration at both himself and Avery, he typed out a message to his new mentee, demanding, [What did you do???] So much for a peaceful Year 10!