The Kingswood Complication - Chapter 9 (Patreon)

Chapter 9

Sunday 2 October 2022

Danny sat staring at the door to dorm 2.02. Though he was waiting on Mark appearing so they could head to the gym together, his mind squarely on Rob! For the past few days, Rob had been quiet and withdrawn. Given his penchant for bottling up little problems until they became big problems, Danny was keen to get to the bottom of it sooner rather than later, but so far he hadn’t really had the chance.

Their schedules this year really conflicted, and the only time both boys were free during the week was Tuesday evening, when they usually hung out together while their boyfriends were off at Music Club. Outside of that, any time they were both free, so was everybody else, and Rob was a master of always looking busy when he wanted to avoid talking about something.

As the door opened, Danny was surprised to see not Mark, but David emerge. More surprisingly, he looked dressed for the gym. Mark followed a moment later.

“Wow!” Danny stated, once the door was closed to avoid disturbing the others still asleep inside, “Joining us on a Sunday!”

The other two boys were Danny’s regular gym-buddies, though either of them quite matched his obsessive attendance. While Danny was now up to seven days a week, Mark remained steady at five while David had dropped to three or occasionally two, all of which were usually weekdays.

“What’s the special occasion?” Danny sniggered.

“Oh, you’ll see!” David said with an amused grin as he headed for the door.

Danny followed, along with Mark who gave a shrug in response to Danny’s curious glance. As David opened the door to the hallway, they were surprised to see someone standing there – James!

“Umm, PE’s not til Monday afternoon!” Danny said with a smile as he saw James dressed in his school PE kit.

“I don’t actually HAVE any regular clothes suitable to work out in,” James frowned, blushing a little.

“Yeah, that’s probably cos you don’t work out,” Danny said wryly as they started down the corridor. “What’s going on?” he asked curiously.

“Nothing. I just… felt like working out!” James insisted.

“Don’t look at me,” David said with a shrug, “It was his idea!” As James looked back at him with a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment, David quickly looped an arm through James’ and said, “Not that I’m complaining about more time with my boyfriend!”

Mark and Danny looked at each other for a moment, grinned and said in perfect unison, “Awwwww!”

“Shut up,” James glowered at them before starting to chat quietly with David as they walked along.

“Hey, umm… is everything okay in your dorm?” Danny asked quietly, glancing round briefly at Mark.

“Hnnh,” Mark grunted gently with a lop-sided smile. “Gonna guess what you’re actually asking is if everything’s okay with Rob?” he asked knowingly.

“Oh, you noticed that?” Danny said, pouting slightly.

“You mean Rob being weird or you constantly checking up on him?” Mark said observantly.

Danny simply shrugged in return.

Mark smirked a little and said, “He’s definitely off, but… he says he’s fine. I’ve asked Josh and he says there’s nothing to worry about!”

Danny hummed thoughtfully. Josh was almost as concerning as Rob lately. The previous day he made missed football practice and then at water polo he had barely taken part, mostly just swimming on the side-lines and spectating, though he had just said he wasn’t in the mood for it. Determined not to obsess over it, if only for the fact that it was the sort of behaviour he admonished Rob for, Danny glanced ahead to the other two and asked Mark quietly, “Whadda you think of that?”

“It’s hardly surprising!” Mark stated bluntly with a gentle smirk, “They’re doing that thing most couples do!”

“Spending quality time together?” Danny asked with a quizzical eyebrow raise.

“No. Merging into one person!” Mark stated with a headshake. “Not every couple seems to do it. Actually you and Chris seem to have avoided doing it too badly, but those two… it’s happening a lot!” As Danny continued to look at him curiously while they paced slowly down the stairs, he elaborated, “It’s like… you forget you’re an actual person and just become part of a couple. Y’know, every second is spent together, every interest is done together, you lose the ability to use the word ‘I’ and everything becomes ‘we’. Trust me, they’re going full-on with it!”

“Huh,” Danny chuckled. “I never really thought about that. I guess Chris kinda did that a bit when he was with Nicky and Mikey, and Rob did with Luke!”

“Yeah, but they’ve been together long enough to split back into actual people, and I think it helped a bit when Jazz joined them!” Mark explained.

“Ah, so that’s your thing!” Danny nodded, giving a wry grin as they reached the front doors. “You’re not dating, so you’re couple-watching instead!”

Mark thought for a moment and nodded as he said, “Yeah, I kinda guess I am. I mean… someone DID kinda steal my last boyfriend, so that’s kinda messed me up a bit!”

“Wow, what kinda bastard would do something like that?” Danny sniggered. Though there were no hard feelings about Mark and Chris’ break-up after their brief relationship, it still proved a fun subject to poke fun at now and then between the two gym-mates. “Huh, speaking of Chris…” Danny said as he looked down the school’s main driveway at an approaching lorry.

“What!?” Mark replied in slight confusion. Seeing deliveries at this time of day was nothing unusual, though he couldn’t figure out what the large lorry had to do with Chris.

“Oh!” Danny exclaimed as he remembered not everybody was aware of Chris’ family’s wealth, or the company they owned that had built it, a company that seemed to branch out into a range of sectors. The approaching lorry bore the same ‘Smith Dynamics’ logo Chris had first seen on the family’s private jet. “Never mind, let’s catch those two up!” he said, no wanting to spill the secret about Chris’ wealth accidentally. He hurried along to catch up to James and David.

*****

Chris awoke when he felt the weight pressing down on his chest. It was not oppressive, but was certainly enough to rouse him from his slumber. It was a feeling he was more used to feeling when he was back at home, where one of his younger brothers tended to lie atop him rather than beside him. He had a feeling he knew who it was, mostly based on the weight.

“Morning Mikey,” Chris whispered, reaching down casually rest his hands on the other boy’s back.

<<You shouldn’t have woke him up this early. Not on a Sunday! Apologise!>>

“Sorry I woke you,” Mikey said meekly.

“Not that sorry or you wouldn’t have done it,” Chris replied playfully.

<<He’s mad!>>

“Sorry,” Mikey said, starting to pull away. He immediately felt the hands on his back grab onto him to hold him in place.

<<Yay!>>

“Stay!” Chris insisted. “You okay, bud?”

“Just felt like a cuddle and Nicky… didn’t!” Mikey pouted.

<<He’s not good in the morning, you know that!>>

“Don’t take it personally. He’s not a morning person!” Chris insisted, raising a hand to stroke through Mikey’s hair.

<<Told you!>>

“D’you have fun yesterday?” Chris asked, smiling gently to himself. The previous day, they had all gone out to celebrate his birthday. They had gotten up to the usual birthday outing shenanigans, but managed to get away with a lot more than usual as they had been chaperoned by Mr Rudd, who seemed singularly focused on Josh, even more than usual.

“Yeah, it was fun!” Mikey replied happily.

<<He’s gonna love his gift! Hurry up and get up so you can make it!!>>

“I enjoyed it too,” Chris said with a sleepy smile. “I’m gonna sleep some more. You wanna cum first?” he asked casually.

<<Why does he ask when he already knows the answer?!>>

“Sure!” Mikey said, already humping against Chris gently.

Their early-morning cuddles, which had become all the more prevalent since they moved back into the Home Building (and Nicky started being a cranky bitch), usually involved the two boys cumming. Sometimes they would just wank side-by-side, sometimes they would do each other, but today it seemed Mikey wanted to frot.

Being on top meant Mikey had to do most of the work, but within moments two throbbing erections pressed between their bodies as the smaller boy humped away. He let out happy little mews as the pleasure grew and he felt Chris’ fingers tracing random shapes on his bare back.

It didn’t take long for both boys to cum, with Mikey shooting first and Chris a minute later, leaving a wet, sticky mess sandwiched between them as they drifted back off to sleep.

*****

Chris, Nicky and all the other boys gathered in the music room cheered as the performance they were listening to came to an end. Up on the stage, Chris and Nicky’s Year 10 classmate Aaron had just performed ‘Stonecatcher’ by Marcus Mumford along with his mentor, Elias.

“That was so good,” Chris said happily.

“I know right. And doing it with his mentor’s so cool too,” Nicky enthused.

“You’d know all about that!” Chris sniggered.

“You’re not funny!” Nicky scowled, rolling his eyes as he shook his head.

“I totally am, but yeah, I get what ya mean. I can’t even imagine Brian singing, let alone singing WITH me!” Chris said thoughtfully. “Is Will musical at all?” he asked curiously.

“Oh, fuck no,” Nicky said, shaking his head. “One of the many things we DIDN’T have in common!” he smirked, thinking about the time he had spent dating his mentor.

“How did that even start anyway?” Chris asked curiously.

Nicky shrugged. It was the sort of subject he would have run a mile from when he was younger, but his work to improve how he approached his own feelings was ongoing and it felt like something he should be able to talk about. “It’s not really that complicated,” Nicky said, having not really given it much thought before. “I was coming to a new place and I was scared. He was a cute older guy who didn’t seem to care I was so… big for my age. He was nice to me,” he explained with a dismissive shrug. “Hardly grounds for a great relationship… which probably explains why we broke up!”

Chris nodded thoughtfully as he contemplated Nicky’s explanation. “I think me and Kyle were a bit the same,” he mused, “As for me and you…”

“Yeah, let’s not pull at that thread. Even MY therapist isn’t that good!” Nicky sniggered. Making a guess about where Chris was going, he asked quietly, “This about you and Danny?”

Chris shrugged. “I guess… kind of. I mean, I’m not having any doubts and I love him… so fucking much, but I guess the problem is… there isn’t a problem!”

Nicky winced and rubbed his temples as he said, “Oh god, this is gonna be one of those conversations that hurts, isn’t it!”

Chris laughed as he slapped Nicky’s arm playfully and said, “No. I just… worded it badly. I just keep waiting for the thing that’s gonna go wrong!”

“Oh I see,” Nicky nodded before his brow furrowed and he said bluntly, “That’s pretty fucking stupid!”

“No, no. Don’t hold back to spare my feelings!” Chris said flatly.

“Oh, what!?” Nicky scoffed as Chris pouted. “Fine. Wait for something to go wrong. It might, and if it does, you’ll get the fuck over it like you always do. But maybe this time it doesn’t go wrong, but until it either does or doesn’t, just shut the fuck up and enjoy your sickening, perfect little romance!”

“You’ve spent far too long around Mikey!” Chris sniggered as he shook his head. “But you’re right.” He shrugged.

“Shocking!” Nicky said sarcastically, “I’m NEVER right!”

“You’re also cranky! Like… more than usual. If Mikey’s not putting out, you know I’m always willing to take one for the team!” Chris said, waggling his eyebrows. He glanced round to make sure nobody was looking and reached for Nicky’s crotch.

“No!” Nicky said, slapping the back of Chris’ hand so it recoiled.

“Well, I offered!” Chris shrugged, “Probably a good thing. I’m still recovering from yesterday!”

“How many times did you actually get fucked yesterday?” Nicky said, shaking his head. They had all gone out for the day to celebrate his birthday, repeating his Year 7 day out with a trip to an arcade, dinner and the cinema, though Chris had spent most of the day getting fucked, wanked, sucked and generally molested by most of the others.

“A lot!” Chris giggled. The gift he had been given by Danny for his birthday, the stone that allowed its holder to issue commands, had secretly played a big part on it with Chris and Danny both giving each other amusing orders, though the others all unknowingly but happily played along. “But always room for one more!” he said, reaching out again.

“No!” Nicky repeated. The annoying thing was, he would have loved to fuck Chris. He was horny enough that he would actually consider doing him right there, regardless of the other people around, but his dick remained locked in a chastity device, one he was willingly keeping on for now, though he still had no idea who for. Miraculously, through discretion and well-timed use of the shower room, the chastity device remained unseen by anyone else. “I’m just… not in the mood,” Nicky lied.

“That’s okay. Nobody’s horny ALL the time,” Chris said with a gentle nod, “Although half our dorm would suggest otherwise!”

“Ha, true,” Nicky sniggered, “Anyway, you wanna play something?”

“I thought you might wanna play what Aaron and Elias just sang!” Chris suggested.

Nicky frowned and shook his head. “Mumford’s not really my style!” he stated.

“Oh, I just meant cos of the name… Stonecatcher!” Chris said with a grin. As Nicky just looked confused, Chris said, “Y’know, like… Grayson Stone…who you wanna catch!”

Nicky huffed at the punny tease and mumbled, “You’re an absolute dickhead!”

*****

“Wow, it’s rare to see Danny dribbling without looking at a dick!”

Danny looked round for where the taunt had come from and promptly tripped over his own feet and fell to the ground. He stood up, blushing as the rest of the team laughed, looking round for who had teased him, but realistically it could have been any of them.

“You wanna go back to running laps?” Danny snapped at them.

Sunday afternoon was one of the ‘optional’ meet-ups of the week for the football team. Unlike the two mandatory sessions on Tuesday and Saturday, there was no requirement for people to attend, though a fair few had decided to come along after they had all watched a match together in the Common Room. Danny had suggested dribbling time trials, as a mix of both fun and skill building, and had been in the middle of a good run when he was thrown off by the shouted taunt.

“Whatever. Mikey, you go!” Danny huffed, moving back to the start of the route as he gestured for the other boy to continue. He let out a gentle sigh, trying not to let the taunt get to him.

“Oh, your boyfriend’s here!” Adrian teased.

Danny was about to snap back at him when he realised, for once, it wasn’t aimed at him. Instead, the comment had been directed to Gray. Looking round, Danny noticed Nicky spectating. “Shut up Adrian,” he said, even though Gray had simply shrugged it off. “You lot keep going. I’ll be right back!” he instructed before jogging over to Nicky. “Hey,” he said as he approached. “Lemme guess, you’re here to see…”

“For fuck’s sake!” Nicky interrupted, “I’m not here to see Gray! Fuck!”

“I was… actually gonna… say Mikey,” Danny said cautiously. “Everything alright?” he asked, a little taken aback by Nicky’s uncharacteristic abruptness.

Nicky sighed. He knew his temper was fraying a little quicker than usual due to his unwillingly compliant abstinence, so he looked at Danny apologetically. “Sorry, just… lots of people saying things!” he explained. “How do you put up with that stuff?” he asked, shaking his head.

Danny had been the butt of so many jokes for a number of years now, something Nicky had joined in with mindlessly at first until a friend suggested it may be something more harmful. Although Nicky had talked to Danny about it a few times, and expressed his concerns, Danny always shrugged it off as ‘just a bit of banter’.

“Just don’t let it get to me,” he said, as if that was actually useful advice. “So who you here to see then?” he asked curiously.

“Nobody in particular,” Nicky shrugged. “Was just a bit bored on my own in the dorm so I figured I’d come over and then walk back with you all for dinner!” he explained.

“Wait, isn’t Josh in the dorm?” Danny asked, having noticed his absence.

“He was,” Nicky said, “But then he went to see Mr Rudd and hasn’t come back yet. You know how long those two can spend together!”

“D’you think they… you know…” Danny said, not wanting to verbalise the suggestion.

“What? Josh and Mr Rudd? Eww, no. Josh is clearly obsessed but not in a sex way!” Nicky exclaimed. “Actually, one time he was talking about him and he called him dad!”

“Oh my god, he’s done that with me too!” Danny said, grinning broadly. “He looked freaking terrified that I’d notice so I just pretended I didn’t!”

“Yeah, me too!” Nicky laughed.

“Yo, Mr Captain man,” Gray called out as he ran over. “Might wanna step in. Someone said something about the Man U result today and it’s about to get messy!” he said, gesturing back over his shoulder to the boys who looked to be on the verge of a fistfight.

“Fuck’s sake,” Danny groaned as he ran back off towards the team, shouting out, “THIS IS WHY WE DON’T TALK TEAMS AT SCHOOL!”

Gray stayed behind and grinned at Nicky. “Alright, stalker!” he joked. Getting an eyeroll in response, he gestured back to the team and said mischievously, “It was me that said something. I started it, I’m the someone!”

“You’re such a dick!” Nicky sniggered.

*****

As dinnertime ended and the Dining Hall gradually began to empty, Danny shot Rob a glance, eager to speak to him alone, but he knew it would have to wait… again! Standing over by the door was Avery, looking decidedly sheepish. Avery had not shown up to their usual Friday night mentor appointment, so Danny had rescheduled it for the next time they were both available.

Bidding the others a quick goodbye, Danny returned his tray and then hurried over to the door where Avery stood waiting, very obviously avoiding eye contact. Danny suspected he knew the reason for both the awkwardness and the Friday night cancellation – he had walked in on Avery getting fucked by Milo, Rob’s little brother and Avery’s dormmate.

“Evening,” Danny said casually.

“Hi,” Avery said back, his gaze still aimed downwards.

It was tempting to tease Avery. After all, he did enough teasing of his own, so it felt like it would be almost karmic to do so, but he resisted. Things had not gone as smoothly as Danny hoped with his mentorship, but he had recently started to make a little headway with the younger boy and didn’t want to risk a backslide in their relationship. “Come on, let’s go,” Danny said softly. He reached out a hand and considered placing it on Avery’s back to guide him, but it felt a little too intimate, which was a strange feeling for a boy who had fucked half the school!

Avery remained silent as he walked beside Danny. As he turned towards the stairs, he stopped and frowned at Danny who had turned the other way and asked, “Aren’t we going to the shower room?” Their mentor meetings did involve a lot of talking, but they were also an opportunity for him to be unlocked from his chastity device for cleaning purposes, which usually meant a visit to the shower room.

“We’ll get there,” Danny shrugged. “Besides, Sunday night with everyone milling around, it might be busy. I thought you might prefer the one over at the Sports Complex so nobody’s around!”

“I thought that’s what you were gonna do!” Avery exclaimed, gesturing up towards the first floor, then added glumly, “I thought you were gonna… let everyone see!”

“Hey, I told you,” Danny said, shaking his head as they headed out the front doors, “I shouldn’t have threatened you with that and I wouldn’t do it, not unless you really deserved it!”

“Oh!” Avery exclaimed, clearly taken aback. “Then… umm… am I… still in trouble?” he asked cautiously.

“Why would you be in trouble?” Danny scoffed.

“Because… umm… not showing up on Friday and… and… the other thing,” Avery mumbled. When he saw Danny looking at him curiously, he added, “With… Milo!”

“Avery, listen to me!” Danny said, stopping and moving to stand in front of the boy. “I really don’t know what you think THIS is,” he said, gesturing back and forth between them, “But my job isn’t to punish you for everything or to make your life miserable or embarrass you.

“But that’s what mentors do!” Avery insisted. “They, like… snitch to teachers or make you do horrible things or make fun of you!” he explained.

“What? No! What?!” Danny exclaimed in confused surprise, visibly recoiling from the statement. “Why would you think that? Is that what you’ve seen others do? Is that what you think I do?”

“Well, no it’s just… that’s… what I heard,” Avery explained.

“From who?” Danny demanded.

Avery shrugged and shook his head. “Doesn’t matter,” he said awkwardly.

“It matters to me. Mentoring is a BIG part of life at Kingswood, same way your mentor’s meant to be a big part of YOUR life. If someone’s spreading lies about what we do, I wanna know!” Danny demanded, getting a little angry.

“Well I’m not telling you!” Avery said with a scowl, folding his arms petulantly.

Danny took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, calming himself. “Fine, okay, you don’t need to tell me, but whoever it is… they’re wrong. Avery, honestly… I’m just here to look out for you and look after you!”

Avery looked up at Danny, doe eyed. “Really?” he asked dolefully, “You promise?”

Danny was weary of the expression, if only for its innocence. Avery was a wonderful actor. In their very first meeting he had seemed so perfectly innocent, but it had all been an act, leaving Danny exposed and humiliated as a result. Cautious but hopeful, he nodded back and said, “I promise!” He reached out and placed a hand on Avery’s shoulder. Seeing Avery’s eyes dart to the hand briefly before a gentle smile appeared, Danny smiled back and said, “You can talk to me about anything, Avery. Anything at all!” He paused a moment before pushing just a little further as he said, “Even… Milo!”

“I don’t think you’d understand,” Avery sighed.

“Maybe,” Danny replied. “Maybe not,” he added as he started to walk again. As Avery dashed back to his side and started to keep pace, he continued, “We won’t know unless you try!”

Avery nodded thoughtfully but remained silent as they strolled along, heading for the Sports Complex.

“Is he… your boyfriend?” Danny asked gingerly.

“No,” Avery replied with a pensive headshake. Silence lingered for a few moments before he said softly, “That was my first time!”

“And we interrupted it? I’m really sorry, Avery,” Danny apologised, “We really didn’t know you were in there!”

“No, it’s okay,” Avery replied. “It’s… umm… well we didn’t carry on but…”

After a few moments, Danny prompted gently, “But what?”

“He… keeps talking about… umm… trying again,” Avery explained. “But… I’m not sure I want to!”

Danny reached out again, feeling a little more comfortable as he placed a hand on the boy’s back, having made first contact already. “Why not?” he asked curiously.

“I just… umm… it didn’t feel nice. I didn’t like it!” Avery explained.

Danny frowned a little. It wasn’t a nice thing to think about one of his best friend’s little brother, but he had to ask, “Is he pressuring you into it?”

“No!” Avery exclaimed emphatically. “Milo would NEVER do that. He’s really cool and so sweet. I mean… he’s WAY into sex and he loves getting other people doing stuff but… he’d never force anyone!”

‘Way into sex’? That was not a comment Danny had expected to hear about Milo. Perhaps that was part of what was going on with Rob!? Could it be a Milo thing? With Josh being his mentor and also acting a bit weird, it would make sense. Keeping his mind on track, Danny asked, “So what’s the issue?”

Avery pursed his lips thoughtfully for a moment. Whether he was deliberating whether to answer or just trying to find the words wasn’t clear, but after a few moments of silence he asked sadly, “What if I say I don’t wanna do it and he says he doesn’t wanna be friends with me anymore?”

Danny looked at the boy and felt a knot in his stomach as he saw tears in his eyes. He wanted to hug him, but they probably weren’t there yet. He stopped again and faced Avery, this time leaning down a little to look him more directly in the eye. He looked so painfully sad at the thought of losing a friend. Danny knew he could go with brutal honesty, it was something Joseph had used well with him at times, but this felt more like a ‘comforting reassurance’ moment. “You said it yourself, Milo’s a sweet kid. Just tell him and he’ll understand. It’ll be okay!”

“Okay,” Avery nodded with a meek smile. They started walking again and a few moments later he asked, “So am I really not in trouble for being out of bed after lights out?”

“Be a bit wrong for me to punish you for that while I was literally doing the same thing, wouldn’t it?” Danny sniggered.

Avery’s jaw dropped slightly as he blushed a little and said, “I… never even thought of that!” A wicked grin spread across his face. “Oh yeah, you were out of bed… and naked… and muddy… what exactly WERE you doing?” he asked accusingly.

“None of your business!” Danny said with a smirk.

“If you tell me, I’ll let you test me!” Avery offered with a grin.

“Oh, you’ll LET me wank you off. How very kind of you!” Danny said with a wry smile.

“You saying you don’t want to?” Avery asked coyly.

“I’m saying let’s get you clean and then we’ll take it from there!” Danny said, patting Avery on the back. He had to suppress a grin. As far as his meetings with the boy went, this was by far the best one yet. It was a colossal relief to finally make what felt like actual progress. Perhaps today wasn’t so bad after all!

*****

Nicky really wasn’t sure what he’d find when he headed down to Playroom 14 that evening. It didn’t really matter, as he wasn’t sure what he would do or say when he got there anyway, so it wasn’t like he could plan ahead.

It had been a week since the first ‘Underground Lottery’ prize draw, from which Nicky had been chosen as the ‘loser’, resulting in an hour at the mercy of the unknown winner. Nicky had been nervous but attended anyway, and found a note telling him to strip, blindfold himself and lock himself into the room’s chair restraint. After that, he had spent an hour being touched, teased, poked, pleasured and eventually edged by the mysterious winner who managed to go the whole time without exposing their identity. They had concluded the session by locking Nicky into a chastity device.

A note had been left for him, telling him to keep the device on and be back at the same time and place the following week if he enjoyed himself. Inexplicably, Nicky had done it. He had kept himself locked all week and now found himself wandering back to presumably meet his mystery captor.

It came as no real surprise when Nicky walked into the playroom and found it empty, aside from a note and a key on the chair. He snatched up both and started to read, mumbling it quietly to himself. “If you’re reading this, then I assume you stayed locked. Well done, I knew you could (and hoped you would!) This is the key to your device. If you wish, you can unlock yourself, leave here and never think about any of this again. Alternatively, if you want to have another go at it, then do the same as last week – strip, blindfold and lock yourself on the chair for 50 minutes. If you do it, I can’t guarantee I’ll let you cum, so decide carefully!”

Nicky lowered the note and looked round at the door. He wanted to know who was pulling the strings. He wanted to cum. He wanted to unlock himself. He wanted to confront whoever was playing with him. Nicky wanted a lot of things but the one thing Nicky couldn’t deny was that he wanted to see what would happen if he played along. He stood for a few moments, faltering back and forth between staying and leaving, between unlocking and restraining himself, between giving control and taking control!

“Fuck!” he grunted as he tossed the key and the note back onto a chair then started pulling off his clothes. “You’re a fuckin’ idiot,” he complained to himself under his breath as he stepped out of his underwear, the large cage covering his ample appendage dangling heavily without the support of his underwear. “Why are you doing this?” he mumbled as he retrieved a blindfold and put it atop his head, ready to slide down once he was in the chair. A moment later, with the timer set and three limbs secured, he pulled the blindfold down and clicked his last limb securely in place.

The beep from the timer indicated the 50 minutes had started, but after that all he could hear was his own breathing. Conscious of how heavy it had gotten as he psyched himself up to comply with the instructions, he concentrated on his breath and began to slow it, feeling himself getting calmer and more relaxed. He was still focused on controlling his breathing when he heard the door open, footsteps enter, then the door close and lock.

“Evening!” Nicky said with forced casualness.

No reply came as the footsteps moved closer.

“Silent treatment again, huh?” Nicky said, already knowing he wouldn’t get an answer. “You know you can tell me who you are. It’s not like I can get up and leave if I don’t like it!” he stated. He heard a slight intake of breath and quickly added, “Not that I can think of any reason I’d do that!”

There was still no reply, aside from a hand grasping gently at the cage as it was unlocked and carefully removed.

“Oh my god, that feels so good,” Nicky moaned happily as he felt his cock dangling free. “Oh, and there it goes…” he added as he felt the first twitch of an erection beginning. “Don’t take it personally. Right now it’d probably get hard for pretty much anything!” Nicky felt himself blush as he felt compelled to add, “Not that I’m saying it wouldn’t do that for you if I knew who you were!”

The stranger’s hands rested on Nicky’s chest and started caressing gently.

“That’s nice!” Nicky sighed contentedly. Chastity, abstinence and control issues aside, one of the big drivers in pushing Nicky back into the chair was that what had been done to him the previous week actually felt nice. Every touch had been gentle and seductive, every tease and stroke exciting and intimate. Thankfully today was starting just as pleasurably. “I’d just like to know what to call you. If you don’t tell me, I’m gonna have to make something up!”

Silent groping.

“Okay, I warned you,” Nicky said with a grin. “I think I’ll call you… Locky! Not, like, short for Lachlan… unless that’s your name. Wait, IS there even a Lachlan at Kingswood? I don’t know, maybe. Freaky coincidence if there is and it’s you, but I just meant Locky like a lock, that you put on my dick… and left there all week… cos you’re a bastard!”

One hand continued stroking Nicky’s chest as the other slid down to massage his firm, flat stomach, fingers sliding back and forth through his heavy treasure trail.

“You hear that, Locky? You’re a bastard. You locked me up and I haven’t cum all week and that’s YOUR fault!” Nicky said accusingly.

The hand on Nicky’s chest slid upwards, tickling his neck before the back of the fingers brushed his cheek.

Nicky mewed happily as he nuzzled his cheek against it for a moment, before he shook his head to clear it and said, “Okay, fine, I get your point. I’m clearly back here willingly. I could have just unlocked and gone, but I didn’t but… I still blame you! You… dangled temptation in front of me. Who can resist things that dangle, huh?”

The hand on Nicky’s stomach moved quickly to grasp at his erection.

Nicky let out a shuddery chuckle and said, “Ha, you’re funny! And you see what I mean. Who can resist!?”

Locky caressed his fingers through Nicky’s hair while squeezing gently at the shaft of Nicky’s enormous dick with the other hand.

“Unnh, I like that. That’s good,” Nicky said contentedly. “By the way, I’m gonna be talking a lot! If you want me to stop, you could always just tell me who you are, or say something yourself!” He paused hopefully but nothing came in response so he added, “I guess you could gag me, but I don’t reckon I’d enjoy that much. I suppose the other option is occupying my mouth with other things!”

Nicky heard a slight noise from Locky that was either a muted snigger or genuine surprise.

“Oh, I… I didn’t mean THAT. Well, actually, if you wanted to do that I’d be more than happy. I like sucking dick as much as the next guy… unless the next guy is Chris or Danny, in which case I like it almost as much as the next guy!” Nicky rambled as the hands continued roaming his body. “See, I told you I’d keep talking! The other thing I meant with my mouth was kissing. I really like kissing. I’ve actually got a bit of a birthday tradition we do in my dorm where I always give them a kiss on their birthday, although you’d know that if you were from my dorm! To be fair, I can read those guys so easily, and there’s no way they’d keep quiet if they knew I was in chastity, so you’re probably not. But yeah, kissing. Kissing is good. Feel free to kiss me to shut me up… or just for fun. Whatever, I’m good!”

Nicky allowed himself to hope for a moment that he would actually get a kiss. The entire situation felt so intimate already, but a kiss would take it up a level. He knew that wasn’t likely to happen when he felt Locky’s mouth engulf the bulbous head of his prick instead.

“Okay,” Nicky sighed, panting a little. “That might… shut me up too!” he groaned, his voice trailing off as he felt himself sinking deeper into pleasure as the sucking was joined by a hand massaging the base of his shaft and the other caressing his hefty scrotum. His chattering was replaced by contented sighs as his dick was pleasured for the first time in a week.

Lying there under Locky’s control, Nicky thought about what a momentous day it really was. He hadn’t gone a week without cumming since his first orgasm several years ago. As grand achievements go, it wasn’t about to win him any trophies, but it still felt nice to acknowledge the personal best. His mind quickly shot ahead to the end of today’s session. The note had said Locky couldn’t guarantee he would cum. Did that mean it was possible he would? More importantly… did he want to?

The last week had been tough, and his friends had borne the brunt of his frustrations, though they remained oblivious to the cause. But still, he felt like he was over the worst of it. He had got past those first few days, the ones where he was tempted to just yank his cock free of the device and jerk off, or pick the lock, or try to break the small padlock. He had gotten through that and by today, not cumming had not felt like such a big deal. He was actually starting to understand the pleasure Chris had explained he got from his various periods of abstinence.

“Don’t make me cum!” Nicky suddenly gasped.

The hands and mouth immediately pulled back.

Nicky let out a whimper. Why had he said it? He gave a gentle sigh and said, “I know your note said you might, but… don’t! I kinda… almost… maybe… enjoyed not cumming!?”

One of the hands returned to Nicky’s head, stroking through his hair, a silent indication of support and understanding. Nicky couldn’t help smiling at it. He already knew from the way Locky had put him at ease the previous week that whoever he was, he wasn’t malicious, but the continued affection, even in such obscure circumstances, felt wonderfully comforting.

“I guess I really don’t have any say in it,” Nicky said a little awkwardly. “You could not let me cum, or you could make me cum a dozen times and it’s not like I could stop you, but… well… umm… this is fun and I don’t really understand why but it is and if you lock me again and leave another note saying be back here next week, well… I will. That’s all I’m saying, okay!”

The mouth returned to Nicky’s cock, this time taking in the top six inches before there was a gentle gagging sound and the mouth pulled back.

“Hey, don’t choke,” Nicky chuckled. “If I get free and have a cute dead guy to deal with!” He paused a moment and asked slyly, “ARE you cute? I guess it actually doesn’t matter, does it?” Still nothing. “If we keep doing this, will you ever tell me who you are?” he asked hopefully.

One of the hands moved to a nipple and tweaked it.

Nicky let out a gentle moan at the touch, then lifted his head to say, “Wait, was that an answer? Was that the yes/no nipple thing we did last week? Which one was that? Yes or no? Oh, fuck my life!”

Seemingly ignoring the chattering, Locky got back to work on Nicky’s massive cock, gripping it tightly with both hands to stroke it slowly, but gradually growing faster. Over several minutes, Nicky’s happy moans turned into pleasured gasps as he was stroked closer to the edge.

“You can just play with me in general,” Nicky said dozily. “You don’t HAVE to edge me!” The stroking continued for several more seconds before he let out a gasp and said, “I’m close, I’m close!” As the hands released his throbbing erection, letting it slap heavily onto his stomach, Nicky let out a long, frustrated groan and said, “You’re still gonna edge me, aren’t you?”

The answer came in the form of a mouth around his glans again. As he felt the tongue swirl around it within the warm, wet mouth, he giggled at the mix of stimulation and tickling.

“I guess I’m… just gonna… have to learn to love… edging!” Nicky panted as he reached the brink once more before Locky stopped. Panting heavily as he calmed a little, Nicky shook his head and said, “Yeah, today is not that day. Today I still fucking hate you!”

He received a playful kiss to his stomach in response to the comment before Locky took hold to edge him once again.

“Ugh,” Nicky sighed, resigned to his fate. “I really fucking hate loving this!”

*****

When Nicky emerged from the Underground, he was greeted by the usual sounds of Sunday night in the Home Building. The evening was deliberately scheduled with no set activities to allow the boys to spend time with whomever they wanted, allowing dorms or sometimes entire Year groups to do things together that they couldn’t otherwise do on nights when clubs and teams met. It always resulted in a lot of noise echoing around the large atrium from the three residential floors and tonight was no exception.

“For god’s sake, put him down and give him back his underwear!” Nicky heard yelled, though he had no idea which floor it actually came from as he strolled along towards the Year 10 side of his floor. Part of him was already regretting his choices earlier in the evening. Being back in the chastity device was uncomfortable and his balls ached from his second edging session that now marked the beginning of another week without cumming.

As he rounded the corner, squirming a little as he attempted to discreetly rearrange himself, he found himself almost bumping into Mr Rudd. “Ah, there you are!” the teacher stated with a sullen nod as he took a step back from Nicky to avoid talking right in his face.

“Whatever it is, I didn’t do it!” Nicky insisted. “Unless it’s a good thing, in which case I totally did it and deserve any related reward!” he added with a cheeky grin.

“You didn’t do anything!” Mr Rudd said flatly.

“Now you’re just quoting my report card,” Nicky said under his breath with a smirk. As he didn’t get any kind of laugh from the teacher, he frowned a little and asked, “Did you need me?”

“Yeah, were you heading back to your dorm?” Mr Rudd enquired.

“Yeah, why?” Nicky asked curiously.

Mr Rudd moved aside and gestured for Nicky to walk. “We just need to have a word with you all and you’re the last one we were waiting on!” he stated casually.

“Oh god, is Chris missing again?” Nicky asked with a snigger. “I haven’t heard anything blow up, so it’s not that!” he added, his chatter clearly covering actual nervousness.

“Just… come on,” Mr Rudd said, guiding him round the corner. As they reached the dorm, he headed in to find the others all sat around together.

The other seven residents of the dorm all sat around on the sofas in the centre of the room, but David was joined by James who sat beside him, while Dr Arkwright stood across the room.

“I found him,” Mr Rudd said with a meek smile as he gestured for Nicky to proceed.

Looking round with the same anxiety that was obvious on the other faces in the room, Nicky took the empty seat beside Mikey as Mr Rudd closed the door, muting the noise from outside.

“Okay, thank you all for your time,” Mr Rudd said softly, pulling out one of the desk chairs to sit between two of the sofas – the one containing Josh and Rob and the one where Danny sat cuddled up to Chris. “Josh,” he said, reaching out to place a hand on the boy’s arm. “Did you… want to go?” he asked softly.

Josh frowned thoughtfully and nodded, but as he started to talk, his hands began to fiddle together as he looked down at them. “So, umm… err… well, lately I’ve not been really feeling quite right but I dunno, I guess I didn’t think much about it, but you know what Rob’s like, right?” he chuckled slightly, and though it got a gentle titter from the others, they remained mostly silent.

“Well, umm…” Josh went on, “On Monday Rob kinda forced me to go and see the doc.” He paused to glance at Dr Arkwright who nodded gently back at him. “And we talked about, the, like… stuff that was happening and, well, he thought it sounded like it might be something rather than… umm… y’know, nothing, so I went off and had some tests done.”

The room was utterly devoid of noise as Josh paused again. Nobody spoke, nobody so much as moved as their gazes remained fixed on him.

“So the other day, we… we got a call to say the results had come in and… and off we went and, umm… well it was a fun day out. Always seems weird to leave the school grounds during term time,” Josh chuckled awkwardly. Nobody laughed back as they stared at him. “The test results confirmed I had, umm… it’s called… umm…” Josh paused again, frowning round at Rob. “What was it?” he asked shakily.

“Acute Myeloid Leukaemia!” Rob said flatly, avoiding eye contact with the others as well.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Josh smirked, “I’m so hot, even my leukaemia’s cute!”

“Josh…” Rob said, frowning as he shook his head a little.

It was Mikey that broke the lingering silence as he frowned in clear confusion. “What does that mean? I don’t understand!” he said, visibly worried by the sombre expressions around him.

“It means I get to miss some classes!” Josh said with a slight grin. Still no laughs.

“Josh,” Rob repeated, reaching out to hold his best friend’s hand. Seeing the pained expression looking back at him, he nodded gently, knowing he’d need to answer for him. Rob finally looked round at his friends for a moment before looking to Mikey to answer him directly. He took a deep breath and stated, “It means… Josh has cancer!”