Tales from Kingswood - Chapter 24 (Patreon)

Thursday 30 January 2020

Email to: All Kingswood Parents and Guardians

As you will no doubt be aware, alarming reports continue to come in regarding the developing situation surrounding the SARS-CoV-2 virus, more commonly known as COVID-19. While the seriousness of this situation remains uncertain, we are writing to inform you that Kingswood has activated its pandemic protocol. While it remains our sincere hope that the steps taken prove unnecessary, the safety of your children remains of paramount importance to us.

Full details of our protocols can be found on our website. At this time, students are to be informed of initial precautionary steps only in order to minimise potential concern or anxiety. However, staff are fully prepared to answer any questions the students have, and enquiries will be handled with the standard Kingswood approach of openness and honesty. Some anticipated questions and the answers we have prepared can be found on the attached FAQ document. This is provided to ensure you are fully apprised of the details being shared with your children.

As the situation progresses, further updates will be sent as to keep you fully up-to-date with the steps in place to keep Kingswood a happy and healthy place for your sons to learn and thrive. If you have any concerns or queries, please do not hesitate to get in contact with our administrative office.

Yours sincerely

Mr Trystan Everett

Headmaster

*****

Rob stood nervously outside the door to the first floor Master’s apartment. He had just knocked and could hear movement inside. The last time he had been called to see a teacher, he had ended up with thirty hours of community service in the laundry room for his role in the illegal accessing of school records. While he had not done anything else wrong (that he knew of) he still felt worried about what it might be. Getting in trouble was certainly not how he had wanted to start his birthday!

“Oh, Rob, morning!” Mr Trent said, a little surprised. “I wasn’t expecting you quite so early!”

“I figured it was best to get whatever it is out of the way sooner rather than later,” Rob said timidly.

Mr Trent chuckled but gave a sympathetic look. “Relax, you’re not in trouble,” the man said. As Rob sighed, he added a sly, “This time, anyway!”

Rob blushed. His punishment had ended less than two weeks ago and it remained a source of both frustration and embarrassment for him. When he came to the school, it had been his intention to maintain a reputation as a follower of the rules. The misadventures of his younger years had shown him that a good reputation was the first step to getting away with things that very much went against the rules. On the bright side, at least his punishment had not been one of the school’s more embarrassing naked punishments, but that still didn’t help the extra work it would take to undo the harm.

“Come on,” Mr Trent said, gesturing into his apartment.

Rob had been inside before, all of the students had. Back at the beginning of the first term, Mr Trent had met with each of the boys in his floor to get to know them a little and make sure they were comfortable coming to him with any problems. Those meetings had been held in his apartment, so Rob knew where to go to take a seat in the living area.

“Well first of all, happy birthday!” Mr Trent said as he followed Rob in and sat opposite him.

“Thanks Sir,” Rob replied with a polite smile. While it was relief to know he wasn’t in trouble, he was now just curious to know the reason for the invitation to talk.

“It’s actually about your birthday that I wanted to see you!” Mr Trent stated. “Due to… certain precautions we are taking, I’m afraid we won’t be able to go ahead with the celebration we had planned for the weekend!”

“Oh,” Rob said, looking quite upset. “Is this because of what I did? I’m sorry, please don’t take this away, the whole dorm loves our days out!”

“Well first of all, this is not a punishment and I assure you it’s nothing to do with anything you may have done in the past. Personally I’m a firm believer in second chances,” Mr Trent explained. “And secondly, it is truly admirable that your first concern was not your own enjoyment, but that of your friends.”

Rob shrugged shyly. “It’s just… there’s been some… things going on and I just thought a day out would be a fun distraction, that’s all!”

The teacher frowned a little. The comment was sufficiently vague to not really give any actual insight to the problems, but the fact they had any was very much a concern for him. “Well we don’t want you to miss out, especially if it’s something you’re all looking forward to. At the moment you’ve got two options. You can either have a pizza party this evening, like Danny did for his birthday, or we can just put it off for a little while. I’m not sure how long it will be until we can rearrange it. It might be a long while, but I wanted you to have the choice.”

Rob let out a gentle sigh. “I guess a celebration tonight would be best. Danny’s one was fun I guess,” he said, clearly disappointed.

“Okay. I’m sorry Rob, we really wouldn’t be doing this without good reason!” the man explained.

Rob nodded again and smiled as he stood.

“And… erm… Rob. If the things you’ve got going on in your dorm are causing you problems, you know where I am!” Mr Trent offered.

“Yes Sir, thank you,” Rob said, smiling sincerely before he left.

*****

The Dining room was abuzz with activity over breakfast. While the Dining Hall was open for an hour, with students usually coming and going throughout, today all students were asked not to leave as an announcement was to be made. That had inevitably caused a great amount of speculation.

“Probably just someone retiring or something!” James said, shovelling a spoonful of cornflakes into his mouth.

“It’s the virus,” David replied quietly.

“Nah, I bet someone’s done something really bad and they’re gonna get, like, stripped in front of everyone or something!” Chris said, his eyes lighting up at the prospect.

“It’s the virus,” David repeated.

“Hmm, I’m gonna go with a bit more of a wild guess and say they’ve found panthers in the woods round the school so we have to stay indoors while the teachers go hunting!” Danny said with a grin, gesturing wildly as he spoke and flinging crumbs from a half-eaten slice of toast.

David sighed. “It’s… the virus!” he said more firmly.

“I say a mix of all three. Someone’s getting stripped by panthers to celebrate their retirement!” Rob sniggered. As he saw Danny frowning, he asked, “You’re picturing it, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” Danny nodded, eyes narrowing. “But I don’t know how well the panthers’d handle buttons!” he said, looking genuinely thoughtful. He raised his hand and said, “No thumbs!”

“They’ve got claws!” Rob stated, like it was obvious. “And teeth! They’d just rip the buttons off!”

“But how would they know to go for the buttons?” Danny asked before shoving the rest of the toast in his mouth.

“Ah, these are no regular dumb panthers. These are super-smart Kingswood panthers!” Rob said smugly.

David huffed. “It’s not panthers. It’s not stripping. It’s not a retirement. Its. The. Virus!” he said, sounding uncharacteristically grumpy.

“Virus?” Nicky asked. “First I’ve heard any mention of a virus!”

“But… I just… I mean…” David stuttered, annoyed into speechlessness.

“Hey, chill dude,” Chris said, placing his hand on David’s back. “He’s just messing with you!”

“Well… he shouldn’t!” David pouted. “Things are bad enough already!”

“Oh, hey, I’m sorry,” Nicky said, reaching across the table to grab David’s hand. “I was only playing. I didn’t mean to upset you!”

David smiled back at Nicky meekly. “S’okay, it’s just… I don’t like germs at the best of times. Knowing there’s a new one out there just bothers me!”

“I kinda wanna ask what he’s talking about, but I don’t wanna get shouted at!” Mikey whispered as he leaned towards Danny. The other boy smirked but tried to suppress it and elbowed him in the ribs instead.

“Quiet please!” Mr Everett called out from the teachers’ table at the head of the room. Everyone fell silent. They always responded respectfully to the Headmaster anyway, but today they all just wanted to know what the big announcement was. “Thank you all and good morning. As of this morning, the following actions have been taken temporarily!” He emphasised the final word, hoping to ensure the boys knew it was not a permanent arrangement. “Evening and weekend trips outside of school grounds are suspended,” he started.

There was an immediate uproar from the older students. The boys of Years 11 to 13 were permitted to leave school grounds to visit the local area during certain evenings and at weekends, with some restrictions. It was something all boys looked forward to once they passed Year 10. As much as most of the students loved the school, the small taste of freedom was very much welcomed.

“Quiet please!” Mr Everett called out firmly. The room went quiet again. “Further to this, all SCIPS activities and competitions are suspended until further notice,” he continued, referring to the Southern Counties Inter-school Partnership Scheme, which allowed the school to compete against other private schools in the South of England in various sports and competitions. “Activities within the school itself are to continue as normal, however. Anyone who would be due a birthday celebration will be consulted individually about the options available to them. For now, that is all!”

“Sir, why’s everything cancelled?” a Year 12 boy shouted out, raising his hand but not waiting to be called upon. He was simply speaking what everyone else wanted to ask.

Mr Everett glanced along the staff table for a moment, then said, “These are precautionary measures that we hope will ultimately prove unnecessary, but as your health and wellbeing is our priority, we have chosen to err on the side of caution!”

“Precautionary measures against what?” the same boy called out, then hastily added, “Sir!”

“We will share further details as they become relevant!” Mr Everett answered.

David suddenly stood up from his seat. “Sir, is this because of the virus?” he called out nervously.

The question caused a ripple of murmurs across the room. “Virus?” “What virus?” “He’s brave!” “Mr Everett looks pissed!” “Bet it’s the Umbrella Corporation!” were just a few of the comments the 1.01 boys heard from nearby.

“It’s called the novel Coronavirus,” David called out, realising most of the room was clueless. “It’s new and it’s spreading fast!”

If David’s question caused a stir, his extra comment triggered a full-on uproar.

“SILENCE!” Mr Reeves, the Deputy Headmaster bellowed. While the boys responded to Mr Everett out of respect, with Mr Reeves it was entirely about fear. He was usually the ‘bad cop’ to Mr Everett’s ‘good cop’.

“Thank you,” Mr Everett said as the room dropped to near silence again. “David, I commend you for your awareness of current events,” he said sincerely to the young boy, then turned his attention to the rest of the room. “He is correct. This is part of the school’s pandemic protocols. As I said, it may well prove entirely unnecessary, it is my sincere hope that it is, but you can be assured that every step being taken is done to ensure your safety. I would request that you all go about your days as usual. We will share any further developments as and when they occur.”

The Headmaster paused for a moment to allow his comments to sink in, then looked to David once more and said, “For those of you who may have concerns or questions, I urge you to speak to your floor Master or another member of the faculty and they will be able to help answer any questions you have.”

David sat back down, blushing a little at having drawn so much attention to himself. The last time he had been the centre of so much attention, he had been enduring a naked punishment. Somehow though, what he had just done made him feel even more exposed than standing nude in front of the whole school. Chris placed a comforting arm around him as conversations around the room began to resume.

*****

The quad was beginning to fill as boys began returning from lunch, but with a good twenty minutes still to go until fifth period began. Danny had been intending to hang around with the others after he finished eating, but Joseph had asked if they could talk so they had arranged to meet at one of the benches near the School Building.

“Hi,” Danny said cheerfully as he approached the seated older boy, reaching down to give him a quick hug before sitting beside him. “Everything okay?” he asked, unsure of the need for the impromptu meeting.

“Yeah,” Joseph said, smiling. “I was actually wanting to check you were okay!”

“Erm… yeah!” Danny said, mildly confused. “Shouldn’t I be?”

“Just that announcement this morning’s got a lot of guys freaked and I thought with you being close to David, you might have gotten an extra dose of it, that’s all!” Joseph explained.

“Oh,” Danny said in surprise. He hadn’t really given it a great deal of thought, but smiled at his mentor’s concern. Despite how much he seemed to enjoy tormenting and humiliating Danny, Joseph had always been a truly caring mentor. That had been especially true ever since his confession about lying to keep Danny in chastity. The older boy seemed to go out of his way to be ultra-supportive and almost overprotective since then. “Yeah, I’m fine. Rob had to change his birthday plans, which sucks. It’s a bummer about the stuff that’s cancelled too I s’pose!”

“Yeah, you had a football match coming up this weekend, right?” Joseph asked.

Danny nodded. “Was our first proper one too!”

“Yeah, I kinda planned something for it, but I figured you wouldn’t want to be distracted so I’ll save it for another time!” Joseph said with a grin.

“Something… embarrassing?” Danny asked nervously, fidgeting a little as he felt a slight swelling below.

Joseph sniggered and nodded.

“What? What was it?” Danny asked eagerly.

“Hey, no spoilers. Then it won’t be a surprise if I do it in the future!” Joseph teased.

“So I guess this virus isn’t all bad then,” Danny said, feigning relief.

“Oh yeah,” Joseph said, nodding towards Danny’s crotch with one eyebrow raised. “You clearly HATE the idea of being embarrassed in front of the opposition!”

Danny blushed heavily as he glanced down to see the obvious bulge.

“You should really take care of that!” Joseph said with a smirk.

“What? Here?” Danny asked, mildly alarmed as he looked round the rapidly-filling quad.

“Hmm, interesting idea,” Joseph said, looking around too, “But not today. You should take care of it this afternoon… in class!”

“Wh… which class?” Danny asked nervously.

Joseph shrugged. “Your choice!”

“How’ll you know I’ve done it?” Danny asked. Joseph was usually around for any of the embarrassments he inflicted but had no way of seeing this one.

Joseph shrugged again. “I’ll have to take your word for it. You can tell me all about it later. I trust you!”

Danny smiled at the comment, but quickly blushed again as he thought about what he was being asked to do. “Erm… so, is this… like… an order or something?”

Joseph shook his head. “Nah, I’m no Dom or Master or anything like that. Just think of this as…” he paused and a broad grin spread across his face. “A dare! It’s a dare, that’s our thing now. You know Kingswood rules, you play truth or dare, then you gotta pay up. Think of this as… dare or dare!”

Danny squirmed more, his cock rigid. “Okay, say it properly then!” he urged the older boy, feeling a strange but exciting tightness in his stomach.

Joseph was almost bouncing with excitement as he said, “Danny… I dare you to jerk off in class this afternoon!”

*****

Evan Stevens had been utterly charmed by David the moment he met him at the final selection day for joining the school. Some of the other boys he had met had been fun but something about the short, chubby boy had captivated him from the start. That was why he had chosen David to join the school as his mentee and he had never regretted it for a single moment.

That morning, when they had all been sat in the Dining Hall listening to the Headmaster’s announcement, he had actually felt a great swell of pride at David’s courage to speak up. He was painfully timid most of the time and Evan had been working on building his confidence in the five months since the school year started, so he knew better than most how much nerve it had taken for him to speak up to the Headmaster in front of the entire school.

Sadly, after the swell of pride came the realisation that the outburst had come from a slightly worrying place. He had approached the younger student as soon as they were all free to leave the Dining Hall and he had been somewhat of an emotional wreck. The post-adrenaline come down from speaking up had him shaking, but the whole virus situation was clearly bothering him greatly.

Evan was far from the only one to notice and that was how he had come to find himself sat in Mr Trent’s apartment with David and the first floor Master.

As the teacher took a seat opposite the two students, David quickly blurted out, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cause any trouble again. I’m really sorry!”

“Ah, David, no!” Mr Trent said, shaking his head. He almost smirked. It was a purely unfortunate coincidence that he had ended up with the two recently-punished boys in his apartment that day and it was both adorable and worrying how both had immediately assumed they were in trouble. “You’re not here to be told off. First of all, I know I may be quite new to Kingswood myself, but I am quite confident in saying you will never be in trouble for speaking the truth here!”

David breathed an audible sigh of relief as Evan gave him a supportive nudge.

“You’re here because I thought you might benefit from talking about what’s on your mind. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out you’re worried about the Coronavirus!” Mr Trent explained.

“Well yeah, obviously!” David said, a little more bluntly than he intended. He immediately blushed and said, “I just mean… I don’t get why everyone else isn’t MORE worried about it!”

“I don’t think most of us really even knew about it!” Evan answered honestly.

“Don’t you read the news?” David asked, slightly aghast.

“No, I’m fifteen!” Evan replied, like it was the most absurd concept. “I play football and…” he paused, realising who was nearby and finished, “…do things Mr Trent doesn’t need to hear about!”

Mr Trent knew it was a serious situation but still couldn’t help but smirk at the boy’s coy response.

David frowned at the comment. “So… I’m the weird one? For knowing what’s happening in the real world?”

“Oh you’re totally weird,” Evan said with a grin, “It’s why I like you!” He got a disapproving look from the teacher who appeared ready to interject but he quickly added, “But weird is normal at Kingswood! And it’s definitely not a bad thing.”

“I think what he means,” Mr Trent said, wanting to put it a bit more tactfully, “Is that you may do things or think about things a bit differently from a lot of the other students, but that’s okay. Not every boy your age stays up to date on modern events, but some do. It just happens that in this case, what you know seems to be causing you… a bit of anxiety. Would that be fair to say?”

David smiled at the comments. They both sounded sincere. It was one of the things he loved about the school. Back home he often felt he was talked down to or patronised (a word he had learned young and often threw out at adults who treated him as such). Here though, everyone seemed so sincere and willing to treat him like an actual person and not just another ‘kid’.

Mr Trent was right though. Ten days before, he had read with mild concern about the virus passing between people. A week ago he had read about travel blockades and felt a little nervous. A few days ago, he had read about the first death with serious worry. Today, things had just gotten even worse. ‘A bit of anxiety’ was about as big an understatement as it was possible to make. He simply nodded.

“Okay, so why don’t you talk me through what you’re thinking,” Mr Trent suggested.

David looked back and forth between his mentor and the teacher.

“It’s okay, he won’t judge,” Evan said softly, gently stroking David’s arm. There had been several moments over their first term together that David had got himself really worked up and when he did, his mind went into overdrive with worry. It had taken a while for Evan to get him to fully express how he felt but with a little reassurance he could usually get the boy to open up.

“Well… people are coming into the country still and what if one of them has the virus? Just… just on a flight they will have been around hundreds of people and then those hundreds of people have been round hundreds of people so that’s thousands already and… and then they meet more people and… and before you know it it’s everywhere and it’s too big to contain and then that person in China died so people here might start dying and my… my Dads are out there and they work with other people all the time and what if one of them has been around one of the people from the flight and they get infected and then… then they might die too!” David rambled virtually in a single breath.

Evan looked to Mr Trent, waiting to see how he would react. This was exactly the sort of thinking that usually got David so worked up, but it had usually been kept just between them and wasn’t usually quite so… big! While he felt he had handled it well before, it was never about something this size and he was curious to see an adult’s reaction.

“That’s…” Mr Trent started, nodding, “Yeah, I can see why you’d be a bit anxious about that.”

“I AM weird, aren’t I?” David asked, seeing their faces.

“No David, I think you are a very smart, very insightful and very thoughtful young man,” Mr Trent said with a smile. “I’m going to be honest with you here and say that if things do go the way they appear to be, we have some very tough times ahead of us. I think it might be a good idea if we arrange to have regular chats about everything that’s going on. Talking about it won’t change what’s happening in the world, but at least we can try and help you with how you’re feeling about it. How does that sound?”

David smiled meekly and nodded. “That sounds good, thank you Sir!” he said softly.

“And you’ve got a great mentor here who you can talk to any time as well, isn’t that right?” the teacher said, looking to Evan who grinned and nodded. “Now I’d never want to make you feel like you can’t talk about things, but I would maybe request that any conversation is a little more… intimate and a little less… shouted across the Dining Hall!

David blushed a little. “Yeah, sorry about that!”

“It’s okay, it certainly livened up the morning,” Mr Trent joked. “But we should probably avoid causing too much of a panic amongst the other students… no matter how amusing I may find it!” He gave the boy a wry grin and got one in return.

“Yes Sir!” David said with a nod.

“Now, why don’t you head off to fifth period. Citizenship, isn’t it?” Mr Trent asked, trying to recall the correct timetable. As David nodded and stood, Mr Trent said, “Evan, can you stay a moment?”

“Oh, yes Sir,” the older boy said. He had stood to follow David, but sat back down as the younger boy headed out.

“Okay,” Mr Trent started once he had heard David shut the door behind him. “Is that… how he always is?”

Evan thought for a moment. The pact of confidentiality between a boy and his mentor was sacred to the students and he was unsure for a moment how much he should reveal. He figured it was okay to answer without giving specifics, so he explained, “Yeah, that sort of… way of thinking happens fairly often. It’s not usually about something quite so global though!”

Mr Trent hummed thoughtfully for a moment, nodding slowly as he considered the situation. “Thanks, it’s definitely something to keep an eye on. It seems like you’re doing a good job of guiding him.”

“I wanna do my best Sir,” Evan answered honestly.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” the man chuckled. “What I said to David, about possible tough times ahead, that’s for all of us including you. I know you’ve got your own mentor still as well as Mr Fitzsimmons as your Floor Master, so if things get too tough with supporting David AND looking after yourself, you’ve got a lot of support there and I’m always around if you need anything too!”

“Thank you Sir. I can see why David says he likes you!” Evan replied cheerfully.

“I kinda got the impression he was a bit scared of me, to be honest!” Mr Trent said, amused but delighted to hear such a sweet comment.

“Oh he is!” Evan replied. “But it’s David, he’s scared of everyone!”

*****

Joseph’s words had run through Danny’s mind since the moment he said them. ‘I dare you…’ Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was trying to work out why that phrase affected him so much. What he had been dared to do was stupid and reckless and more than likely to get him in trouble if caught, yet he felt a compulsion to do it. Was it to honour the Kingswood attitude of always paying your debts? Was it some deep-seated desire to please Joseph? Maybe it was even just Danny’s way of justifying doing something risky that he already wanted to do? All those thoughts were bubbling away, but his main focus was on how and when to make it happen.

Fifth and sixth period on a Thursday was Citizenship, in which he usually shared a table for group activities with Chris as well as Adrian and Tommy from dorm 1.03. While he knew none of them were likely to turn him in for playing with himself in class, he wasn’t exactly keen to be seen by anyone. There was also the issue that before the Christmas break, Adrian had expressed he was somewhat less uninhibited than Danny when it came to sexual activity and jerking off in front of him would only drive that particular wedge further between their struggling friendship.

That really only left their seventh period English class and eighth period Maths as potential venues to play out his dare. Logically, English class was the right choice. He always had a table in the back corner with Chris, whereas Chris’ abundant fondness for Mr Beecham meant he insisted they sit at the front in Maths. English class brought a slightly different concern with it though. A few months earlier, when the boys had been subject to a prank that had left them sitting in their morning’s classes naked, Danny had gotten spotted by Mr Fitzsimmons masturbating with Chris and received a detention as a result.

They were five minutes into English when Danny decided he just had to go for it, worried that if he put it off anymore, he might fail the dare. He did briefly consider just slipping his hand inside his trousers and underwear, but the same part of his mind that was compelling him to do the dare was telling him that wasn’t enough. As discretely as he could, he lowered the zip on his trousers and poked his fingers in, sliding the waistband of his boxers down to tuck under his balls. Released from one layer of clothing, he pulled his dick out through the open zipper then glanced nervously round the room.

Even to his side, Chris remained oblivious, though that wasn’t really surprising. Being the unashamed bookworm Chris was, the conversation around creation of characters had his rapt attention. For just a moment, seeing his enthralled best friend gave him a twinge of jealousy. Chris loved so freely. He made no secret of his love of reading, but had every bit as much passion for music, both listening to it and playing it. He was also devoting a large chunk of his time to swimming, with the intent of doing it competitively, though that had been placed on hold along with all other contests. Either way, Chris loved many things while Danny found himself with a lot of likes but no loves. He smirked to himself a little as he thought about his love of dick. Maybe that was his calling as much as music might be Chris’!

Realising he was sat in class with his dick out shook Danny back to the task (literally) at hand. Taking hold of his small boner, he figured too much arm movement would certainly attract attention. While he was once again sure nobody in the class would simply report him to the teacher, their attention would almost certainly in turn draw more attention and, in a domino effect, end up with him getting caught. Instead he resorted to a technique of squeezing the head of his uncut dick, through the foreskin, so that it popped downwards a little, then releasing so it popped back up again. It had almost the same effect as stroking it, but with minimal visible movement.

While he remained confident his technique was discrete, it was also painfully slow, even squeezing and releasing as fast as he could. The stimulation was there, but not on the same level as masturbating properly. As the lesson drew on, he could feel the excitement growing, but worried it may not be enough to push him over the edge before the bell rang. Nervous and impatient, excited and scared, he began to grow a little more daring, allowing his hand to begin more of a traditional stroke. He was getting close, he could feel it, consciously working to control his breathing.

“Danny!” Mr Fitzsimmons suddenly snapped.

Danny froze, eyes wide. He had not been paying attention. Was he being called on to answer a question or was this… something else? He didn’t dare to try and put his cock away. As all eyes turned to him, it would have been noticed right away.

“Place your hands on your head!” Mr Fitzsimmons instructed coldly.

‘Shit!’ Danny thought, but complied, hoping in vain this was still something other than him getting caught.

“And stand up!” the teacher said firmly.

Danny blushed and hesitated as the rest of the class looked on in confusion about what was happening.

“Now!” Mr Fitzsimmons snapped.

With his hands on his head, Danny stood, face turning crimson in a few heartbeats as his exposed boner came into view and the class burst into raucous laughter.

“Mmm-huh,” the teacher hummed loudly over the noise, his suspicions confirmed. “Okay, please come and join me at the front,” he instructed. As he saw Danny go to lower his hands, he added, “And keep your hands where they are!”

“Ah maaate,” Chris whispered, shaking his head in what appeared to be a mix of both excitement and sympathy.

With a slight whimper, Danny walked quickly from the back row, down to the front, facing the clearly annoyed teacher.

“And turn around,” Mr Fitzsimmons instructed, staring Danny dead in the eye.

With a slight moan, Danny turned. He looked outright comical, dressed in his white school shirt and tie, black trousers and shoes, but with his still-hard dick protruding in front of him at its meagre nine centimetres.

“Now this is not the first time we have had issue with your masturbating in my class. Do you truly find English so…” the teacher paused, leaning forward to look at the small erection for a moment before finishing, “Stimulating?”

The class, already muttering to each other and giggling laughed aloud again at the question.

“No Sir,” Danny squeaked.

“Well your detention last time does not seem to have deterred you from acting inappropriately in my class, so a stronger deterrent appears to be necessary,” the man stated flatly. “Let’s begin by having you remove your clothing, and quickly, we do not wish to waste too much time on these shenanigans. You will remain without clothing until the weekend.”

Although there were still a lot of whispers and sniggers from the gathered dorm 1.01 and 1.02 boys, there were also a few sympathetic moans from those who had experienced similar punishments. Danny’s cheeks burned redder than he had ever felt them before as he quickly undressed. He kicked off his shoes and used his feet to pull his socks off as he worked on removing his tie and undoing the buttons on his shirt.

As his body came into view from the slowly opening garment, Danny did feel a slight moment of pride as he saw most of the boys appeared quite excited by what they could see. While he still maintained the general size and frame of a boy his age, his daily trips to the gym while Chris attended swimming coaching were beginning to pay off and the muscles were beginning to show.

Removing his trousers and underwear might have caused him a little more trepidation were it not for the fact that his erection was already on show to the whole class. Within moments, they were off too, and Danny stood naked. It felt so different from the last time he had been naked in the classroom. That time, he had been one of eight naked boys, now it was just him, alone and exposed. He had also been in chastity at the time too, whereas now he was not only fully uncovered, but also fully aroused too. His dick showed no signs of going down any time soon. He hoped he might simply get to return to his desk until he remembered Mr Fitzsimmons’ choice of words, ‘Let’s begin by…’ If this was the beginning, what was next?

“Okay, and now I would like you to finish what you started!” the teacher said, sounding surprisingly unemotional about a request to ask a boy to masturbate in front of his peers.

“Wh… what?” Danny stuttered. He knew punishments like this happened at the school, though they were rare. He still found it hard to believe that was really what he was being instructed to do.

The class fell silent too, shocked and excited and a little bite more shocked at the punishment. While this was a first for Danny to receive such an instruction, it was also a first for many of the boys to witness.

“You seem to think that masturbating in class is acceptable, so carry on. And I would suggest you hurry up. Every item on today’s lesson plan we do not get to because of your interruption will be given out as homework!” Mr Fitzsimmons explained, getting a collective groan from the class.

“Get on with it. I don’t want homework!” Kayden from dorm 1.02 called out.

“No, I’m willing to hae homework if you’re gonna give us a show!” Chris called back, getting a lot of sniggers.

“That’s enough, unless any of you care to join him!” the teacher warned sternly, prompting immediate silence.

With a whimper, Danny took hold of his dick with a trembling hand and began to stroke. This was mortifying, humiliating, the stuff of nightmares… and it felt absolutely fucking amazing! He wasted no time in increasing to full speed, raising his eyes a little to look at the opposite wall, above the heads of the watching boys for fear of accidentally making eye contact with any of them.

“Unnnh, oh… God…” Danny gasped as the pleasure grew. Often it would take a sexy thought, a mental image of another naked boy or a memory of one of his previous sexual encounters to help push him over the edge, today all he had to do was think to himself, ‘You’re naked, in class, jerking off in front of everyone!’ The moment it passed through his mind he let out a humiliatingly high-pitched whimper as he launched his meagre load a few feet in front of him, the white globs spattering heavily to the floor.

Danny had barely come down from his orgasm before Mr Fitzsimmons handed him some tissues then gestured to the floor and snapped, “Clean up, return to your seat and behave!”

“Yes Sir,” Danny said shakily, still recovering from an alarmingly intense orgasm as he dropped to the floor. Somehow, kneeling before the class to clean up his own spunk was actually more embarrassing than masturbating in front of them. After he stood and dropped the tissues into the bin, he scurried back to his seat and sat down next to a half amused, half sympathetic and entirely aroused Chris.

“Mate!” Chris whispered.

“Shut up!” Danny whispered back, burying his face in his hands as Mr Fitzsimmons resumed the class.

*****

Rob’s birthday celebration had run the risk of being a fairly sombre occasion. Between the last-minute change of plans, David’s obvious worry about the virus and the general atmosphere in the school, there was great potential for a real downbeat evening. Thankfully, Danny’s punishment in class and ongoing nudity had provided a great source of entertainment for the others.

A few weeks earlier, David had found himself in that position, but being exceptionally body-conscious and significantly more sensitive, the rest of the boys had gone easy on him, and mockery had been virtually non-existent. Danny was a different matter entirely. Aside from being known to be good-spirited when he was subject of a joke, it was becoming increasingly well-known amongst the other 1.01 boys that he found embarrassment arousing.

As a result, they had taken every opportunity since the afternoon’s English class to try and humiliate him further, if only to gauge his reaction by any visible signs of arousal.

“Gotta admit, as birthday presents go, I don’t dislike this one!” Rob said with a grin, gesturing to Danny who was sat on the next sofa. They had just demolished the final few slices of pizza.

“Oh you’re welcome!” Danny said flatly, shaking his head while giving Rob a death stare.

“Hey, birthday tradition time, we need a group photo!” Mikey declared as Mr Trent appeared at the door to collect the pizza boxes. “Mr T, you mind taking a picture for us?”

“What? No!” Danny objected quickly.

Mr Trent smirked. “I’ll take a picture, but Danny will need to cover up,” the man explained. “While we do have a more liberal approach to nudity here at Kingswood, we do still have to be mindful of the law!”

“Sir, I think it’s only illegal if the subject of the photo is considered indecent!” David explained.

As Chris went to speak, Danny pointed to him and said, “Leave it!” getting a snigger from the others.

Mr Trent looked to David, who was once again demonstrating understanding of subjects far beyond the norm.

“I looked it up when I was being punished, just in case it came up,” David explained as he realised Mr Trent wasn’t the only questioning expression facing him.

“Maybe so, but I feel it’s best to play it safe!” Mr Trent insisted.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered!” Mikey said, jumping to his feet and scurrying across the dorm. He rifled through his wardrobe for a moment, then hurried back carrying a large paper leaf.

“So that’s where it ended up!” Chris said with a smirk. The leaf had been his Halloween costume, though on the way back to the dorm after the Halloween party, Mikey had snatched it off as a prank, leaving Chris to chase him naked back to the dorm.

Mikey blushed a little as he realised he had just revealed to the others that he had kept it, but handed it to Danny anyway and said, “Problem solved. Picture time!”

Nicky, the resident photographer, handed his phone to Mr Trent then joined the others. Danny was sat with Chris on one sofa, Rob and Josh next to them, then the other four gathered behind them for a group shot.

Danny had not bothered to attach the rubber band on the leaf around his genitals, he just placed it to cover himself for the photo. He let out a slight moan as he realised this picture would join the other ones on the dorm’s digital picture frame, so his naked punishment would be immortalised.

Mr Trent told the boys to smile then took a few pictures before handing the phone back to Nicky. He retrieved the pizza boxes then said, “I’ll be along shortly with your birthday cake, Rob.”

“Thanks Sir,” Rob said. The celebration wasn’t quite as exciting as the day out that had been planned, but it had at least been a fun evening and, for once, there was no atmosphere between Josh and any of the others.

Rob had decided to heed David’s advice to stop overtly opposing his best friend’s relationship with Alex and just be ready to support him when it inevitably fell apart, which he was sure it would. Danny, who clearly no longer trusted Josh following the confession of his crimes and subsequent retraction, had been too busy with his punishment to really show his resentment for him.

As soon as Mr Trent was gone, Mikey said sharply, “Okay, lose the leaf! Nicky, set a timer!”

“What? No!” Danny objected, but the leaf was quickly snatched away, and he was given little choice as Chris held him back on the sofa for another group shot to be taken.

Nicky retrieved his phone and showed the picture to the group.

“Oh yeah, that one’s definitely going in the frame!” Rob said with a snigger. “Look at his little thingy!”

*****

“Will you stop enjoying this!” Danny growled as he left the bathroom with Chris, who was sniggering at a comment a Year 8 boy had made as they left.

“You saying you wouldn’t enjoy it if it was the other way around?” Chris asked, grinning.

Danny’s eyes narrowed as he huffed, “Fine!” A smile suddenly spread across his face as he saw Kyle standing by the door to their dorm, presumably waiting to say goodnight to Chris. “God, I feel like I’ve hardly seen Kyle for ages! We should so catch up!” he said happily at the sight of their friend.

“Erm…” Chris suddenly mumbled, panicking a little. “Actually, I… need to speak to him alone about something!”

“Oh, okay,” Danny said with a casual shrug. They got closer and he smiled at the other boy. “Hey you,” he said cheerfully. “Gotta go, catch up soon, ‘kay?”

“Oh, erm… yeah,” Kyle said a little awkwardly as Danny sped past him into the dorm. He looked at Chris sadly. “He’s still pissed at me about the whole… mahogany thing, isn’t he?” he asked with a sigh. A couple of weeks earlier, he had asked Chris if they could make their relationship exclusive, meaning no more fooling around with others and no more sleeping in anyone else’s bed.

“Monogamy!” Chris corrected his boyfriend, as he did every time Kyle inevitably got the word wrong. “And no, not at all. He just didn’t wanna linger out here longer than needed while he’s still doing the naked thing!” Chris lied. Despite the agreement Chris had made, he had not only continued to sleep and fool around with Danny, he hadn’t even told his best friend about what Kyle had asked for.

“Oh, fair,” Kyle said with a nod. “So he’s really okay with it all?”

“Of course!” Chris lied again. “Anyway, I missed you tonight. What d’you get up to?”

Kyle shrugged. “Nothing exciting. Just worked on my pitch for next Debate Club. How was Rob’s party?”

“Was fun,” Chris said with a sincere smile. “Made sure to get a good group photo to remember the day… Danny wasn’t happy!” He chuckled along with Kyle.

“Like… with everything on show?” Kyle asked, grinning. As Chris nodded, he laughed again and said, “Awesome!”

“Yup. Anyway, you’d better get going, Mr Trent’s coming!” Chris said, spotting the teacher heading along ready to start ushering the Year 7s into their dorms for lights-out. Chris leaned in and kissed Kyle, who grabbed him tightly and kissed him back.

“Love you!” Kyle said dreamily as they parted.

“Love you too!” Chris said back, giving him one more quick kiss. “See ya tomorrow!”

“Night,” Kyle said happily before heading off down the hall to his own dorm.

Chris headed inside and called out a quick, “Mr Trent’s on his way!” which prompted the few boys still out around the dorm to head to their bunks. He climbed up to his own bunk and got in just as the teacher appeared at the door.

“Evening lads. Hope you all had fun tonight,” Mr Trent said sincerely. He received a chorus of yeses. “Wonderful. Well happy birthday again Rob. Glad you had fun, but we’ll have to make your next birthday extra special to make up for it!”

“Yes Sir,” Rob said happily.

Mr Trent turned his attention across the dorm. “Danny, a little disappointing today, I expect better. Maybe we should talk soon about boundaries!”

“Sorry Sir,” Danny said sheepishly.

“It’s okay, mistakes are allowed, just learn from them!” Mr Trent said reassuringly. “Night lads, sleep well!” Before he clicked off the light, he looked up towards David’s bunk and gave him a questioning look.

David had spent most of the day being shown nothing but love and support from boys both within his dorm and outside of it. The meeting he had had with Mr Trent and Evan had put him much more at ease, so he smiled back and gave a discrete thumbs up. The teacher returned the smile before clicking the lights off.

The door closed and the room was silent for a few seconds before Mikey piped up with, “Hands up who thinks Danny will learn from this mistake and never do anything like it again?” There was a round of laughter from the others. “It’s dark so I can’t be sure, but I’m guessing nobody has their hand up except for Danny who’s totally just lying to himself.”

Danny huffed as he lowered his hand. “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again… I hate you all!”

“Hate you too!” most of the others chorused back, before bursting into giggles.

Satisfied the coast was clear, Chris reached over and crossed the gap to climb into Danny’s bunk beside him.

“Everything okay with Kyle?” Danny asked quietly.

“What? Why…” Chris stuttered guiltily before remembering what he had told Danny in the hallway. “Oh, yeah, all good!” he said awkwardly.

“Kinda feels like he’s avoiding me a bit,” Danny whispered.

“No!” Chris insisted. “Just busy with stuff, that’s all!”

Danny let out a gentle sigh. “If you say so,” he said, clearly not convinced. “I’m starting to think it’s me. I made things weird with Adrian and now things are going weird with Kyle too!”

Chris felt a pang of guilt, not least because he was lying to his boyfriend and still sleeping with/fooling around with Danny, but also because his lies were causing his best friend such doubt. He knew he should just come clean to Danny and say what his new arrangement was with Kyle, but the thought of laying alone in his bunk terrified him. His night terrors had gradually eased off the closer he got to Danny, but the thought of returning to sleeping alone filled him with absolute dread. “It’s okay,” he tried to reassure Danny. “Things’ll be fine, I promise!”

“I hope so,” Danny said sleepily as he yawned and pulled Chris close.