Tales from Kingswood - Chapter 38 (Patreon)

Sunday 5 July 2020

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to…” Chris paused and frowned. “I don’t know the rest, that’s normally as much as you hear on TV shows!”

“Well… make something up then!” Danny urged him.

“Like… what?” Chris asked as they stood beside the grave, looking over to Nicky and Mikey on the other side.

“I dunno, maybe say you’re sorry or something?” Nicky suggested.

“Sorry? For what?” Chris asked, shrugging.

“Like… killing him, maybe!” Nicky said accusingly.

“It wasn’t me!” Chris said defensively. “Danny started it!”

“Oy, don’t bring me into it!” Danny argued.

“You’re already… brung!” Chris floundered.

“That’s not a word!” Danny snapped.

“IT IS NOW!” Chris shouted back at him.

“SHUT UP!” Mikey suddenly snapped. “You killed him!” he said to Chris. “And so did you!” he added, looking to Danny. “We all did this… together!”

*****

EARLIER THAT DAY

“David, timer check!” Chris called out.

“Twelve days, six hours and… thirteen minutes!” David replied, only glancing at the clock to check the minutes.

“Ugh, stop doing that,” Mikey grumbled. “Wait, no, forget that!” he said happily. “For once I actually WANT to go home!”

“To your boyfriend’s home, ya mean!” James sniggered.

“He’s not my boyfriend!” Nicky and Mikey said at the same time, despite the fact they were sat together on one of the sofas looking exceptionally boyfriendy.

“Aww!” Chris and Danny said in unison, grinning at each other, sat together and looking every bit as boyfriendy.

“It’s like looking at us ten months ago!” Chris said with a grin.

“It’s so cute!” Danny added.

“And so annoying!” Chris added wryly. “Were we that annoying?”

“Were?” Nicky asked with a smirk.

“Shut up and kiss your boyfriend!” Chris sniggered back.

“I’m not…” Mikey started, going to sit up but was cut off by Nicky placing a hand on his chest and pushing him back down to rest his head back on his lap.

“He knows, he’s just teasing!” Nicky said.

“You’ve trained your boyfriend so well!” Chris continued to tease.

“Least he knows how to keep one!” Mikey muttered.

“Oh… daaaaamn!” Josh called out as he and Rob both stared, open-mouthed.

“Mikey with the savage burn!” Rob said, both impressed by the brutal insult and sympathetic to the emotional nut-punch Chris looked like he had received. He was sat alongside Josh, as it happened, also looking quite substantially boyfriendy… there was a lot of it going round.

“Is there about to be violence?” James asked. “Do I need to shuffle along?” He smirked to David who was at his side, the two looking… friendy. Obviously both boys, but not BOYfriends. Boys who were friends, that was all. Realistically, that was all the other pairs of boys were too, it was just not how they appeared. It had been discussed recently, actually at the same time that ‘boyfriendy’ was established as a valid word.

“No!” Chris said coldly. “There will be revenge, but it will not be violent. It will be quick and silent and brutal!”

“Like a fart!” Danny said, getting a laugh.

“Dannyyyyyyy!” Chris whined. “I was trying to be sinister!”

“Oh, sorry, go ahead…” Danny sniggered.

Chris rolled his eyes and moaned as he cuddled tighter onto Danny’s arm. “The moment’s passed now!” he pouted.

“Well if it helps, I was very scared for just a moment,” Mikey said sympathetically with a slight nod.

“Really?” Chris asked excitedly.

“Fuck no!” Mikey scoffed. “Danny was close, I’ve had scarier farts!” he said, letting one rip to add emphasis to the insult.

“Oh God, take cover. Nerve gas attack!” Josh yelped out, diving off of the sofa as the others held their noses or complained at Mikey.

“Ya know, it’s the intellectual stimulation I’m gonna miss the most about this place over the Summer!” James said sardonically to David who nodded his agreement.

*****

“Well, whadda you think?” Chris asked as he placed the guitar down.

Danny and Mikey looked at each other, humming thoughtfully.

“Put it this way,” Danny said, hopping down off the table and grabbing a chair. “If this was The Voice, you’d be seeing this right now!” He sat down in the chair facing away from Chris and Nicky.

Mikey laughed at the scathing review, but saw Nicky look a little upset. “He’s not saying it’s bad!” he quickly offered. “Everything you guys perform is fucking epic, but… you’ve done better ones!”

“Aww, look at our Mikey,” Danny said, imitating his Geordie accent. He jumped up and grabbed him in something that was halfway between a hug and a headlock. A huglock, if you will. “Worrying about peoples’ feelings and being all nice. I’m so proud!”

Chris and Nicky both laughed at the other two as they looked at their other list of song choices.

“Geddoff ya dick!” Mikey grumbled, only making a token gesture of trying to get free.

As Chris felt his phone vibrate, he grabbed it out of his pocket and quickly read the message that had arrived then let out a sudden squeal of delight.

“Sale on dildos?” Danny asked.

“Passed a law making hugging mandatory?” Nicky offered.

“Nude pics of Mr Beecham?” Mikey sniggered.

“Don’t need ‘em, I wish and I fucking wish!” Chris responded, pointing to each of them in turn. “No, it’s Finn. He says Dad’s doing loads better and if he tests okay tomorrow he might be able to go home!”

“Awesome!” Danny called out happily.

“Great news,” Mikey added, smiling.

Nicky, being closest, was just grabbed into a happy hug.

Both of Chris’ parents as well as his eldest sister, Aisling, had all been admitted to hospital a few weeks ago. Chris had been understandably worried, especially when Aisling was put on a ventilator, but since then his Mum had improved enough to come home and now his Dad looked to be doing the same. While Aisling still had a long way to go, she had been taken off of the ventilator and all signs were looking positive so far.

“So they could all be home by the time you go home too!” Danny said, knowing how much Chris’ family meant to him.

There had been many tears shed over the last few weeks worrying about them and while every day lately seemed to bring good news, that was sadly not the case across the whole school. It seemed like every day there was news of someone’s distant relative or family friend dying from the virus. One boy in Year 11 had even lost his Mum to the pandemic.

“Yeah,” Chris said happily. He glanced at Danny, though since his naked punishment had begun, glancing at Danny had become like a new favourite hobby to him. He let out a gentle sigh and said, “Almost makes me feel bad for the way my whole runaway thing went!”

“Almost?” Danny scoffed, gesturing to his own nudity. “You leg it halfway across the country…”

“Well, to Little Hempleton,” Nicky corrected him.

“Get dragged back here…” Danny went on.

“I came willingly!” Chris corrected him.

“And then I’m the one that gets punished for it!” Danny finished grumpily.

“That’s for your own stupidity, not his!” Mikey corrected him.

“You’re all arseholes!” Danny pouted, folding his arms and scowling.

The other three looked at each other and sniggered. “Kinda hard to take that face seriously when your dick’s hanging out too!” Nicky teased.

Danny lifted a leg to cross it over the other but did it so over-emphatically he toppled over sideways and fell to the floor. Within moments, the other three were on the floor too… laughing. Danny quickly jumped up, still pouting moodily.

The laughter almost died down, but as they saw his scowling face it started up again, repeating several more times before they finally stopped, red-faced and teary-eyed from laughing so hard.

“Hey, maybe that’s how he got the split lip!” Mikey suggested, referring to the injury Danny had shown up with earlier in the week and blushed as he refused to explain, “Being a clumsy git!”

Danny blushed once again at the mention of it. If they laughed this much at him falling off a table, he could only imagine how much they would laugh at him face-planting a wall in reaction to getting rimmed by Brian! Annoyingly, despite the fact this latest humiliation wasn’t even remotely sexual, his cock began to swell a little. The others, of course, noticed right away. The laughter resumed and continued as Danny stood there getting redder in the face and harder in the cock!

“I’m gonna miss you guys SO much over Summer,” Danny said sarcastically.

“Aww, poor embarrassed little Danny,” Mikey said sympathetically, reaching out to grab him. He pulled him close to the group then all three boys hugged him playfully.

“Oy, whose hand is that?” Danny demanded.

“Depends which one you mean,” Nicky replied with a snigger. “If you mean on the nipple, that’s me!”

“The dick’s all me!” Chris sniggered.

As Danny let out a sudden yelp, Mikey added, “I got the butt!”

“Right, I’m horny now. Someone else get naked!” Danny demanded.

“In here?” Mikey responded instantly.

“No way!” Nicky added.

“Okay!” Chris said happily, pulling off his t-shirt.

“Ooh, two naked boys!” Mikey said happily, standing away from them with an arm around Nicky. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Why are there never any teachers around?” Nicky asked with a wry grin.

“Good point, but no!” Mikey said, shaking his head. “We could play…” he glanced off to his left. “Let’s embarrass Chris and Danny!”

“Okay, that idea sucks!” Danny insisted.

“I kinda like it,” Chris sniggered.

“Quiet, you!” Danny grumbled, then looked at Mikey, then off to his side and asked, “Was that HIS idea?”

Mikey looked a little sheepish at the prospect of the unpopular idea and said immediately, “Yeah, stupid wasn’t it!”

“Has he got any better ones?” Chris asked, looking to the same spot the others had glanced, where Mikey’s imaginary friend Snuffles was, presumably, stood.

“Erm… he… erm…” Mikey stuttered awkwardly, trying to think.

Nicky frowned a little. He had known about the imaginary friend for over 4 months now and he had easily picked up on the patterns. Good ideas Mikey claimed credit for himself. Bad ideas or things the caused trouble came from from Snuffles. If Mikey had something nice to say, he’d say it. If he had something bad to say, it was always ‘Snuffles says…’. Nicky had been noticing the fictional friend’s increasing absences. Any time Mikey was busy with his friends, Snuffles would only ‘appear’ when Mikey needed someone to blame.

“How about they just suck our dicks?” Nicky offered with a shrug, saving his floundering friend.

“Works for me!” Danny said happily.

“Me too!” Chris agreed. “You want little or large?”

“Hey!” Mikey snapped.

Chris sighed. “Fine. Regular or large?”

“Hey!” Nicky snapped, smirking.

Chris sighed again, rolled his eyes and asked Danny, “Nicky or Mikey?”

Danny wanted Nicky… or rather, his cock. Danny was, by his own admission, becoming a bit of a size queen. Nicky’s well-developed dick, Brian’s meaty tool and Jesse’s enormous manhood all showed up regularly in his fantasies… although Jesse’s was pure fantasy as he had never actually had it. As he stood there with the others looking at him though, he smiled and said, “Gotta be Mikey!”

Mikey grinned broadly, almost smugly then looked at Nicky who just shrugged, apparently knowing Danny had made his choice purely to avoid upsetting the boy.

“Oh no… how dreadful…” Chris said sarcastically, already dropping to his knees in front of Nicky.

A few moments later and the room was quiet aside from the gentle slurping of two blow jobs and the delighted moans of two blow job recipients.

Nicky and Mikey both kept their eyes glued on the door, terrified of someone walking in. Chris and Danny were significantly less bothered. They knew they had the room booked to themselves in order to do some Music Competition rehearsal but even with greater risk they wouldn’t have cared.

What Chris lacked in Danny’s (extensive) large-dick sucking experience, he certainly made up for in eagerness, going at Nicky’s boner excitedly. Danny was giving Mikey a much more relaxing time. The difference was apparent from their expressions alone – Nicky gasping and panting, grasping at the sides of the table he sat on while Mikey sat leaning back on his elbows, eyes closed and mewing happily.

Nicky was, understandably, first to cum, not even calling out to warn of his imminent orgasm. He simply let his cock spit up its load straight into Chris’ mouth as he gulped it down contentedly. With Danny still slowly pleasuring Mikey, Nicky jumped to his feet, grabbed Chris and threw him onto the table. He stood towering over him, took hold of his rigid dick and started stroking with as much gusto as Chris had sucked.

By the time Mikey dreamily announced he was cumming, Chris had shot a load over his stomach from Nicky’s eager wanking.

Danny stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and using the other to caringly caress Mikey’s leg. He looked over to the other two, mildly surprised as he had been so caught up in blowing Mikey that he hadn’t even noticed them move and grinned. “Mind if I get that?” he asked, pointing to Chris’ stomach.

“Be my guest!” Nicky said, shaking his head in amusement as the other boy quickly scurried across and began lapping up Chris’ load.

“Ugh, I don’t know how you can do that!” Mikey complained, gagging for comedic effect.

“Like this!” Danny said, lapping up the last drop and facing Mikey with his tongue out, a large glob of spunk on it. He swallowed loudly and sniggered.

“Looks like someone didn’t cum yet!” Nicky said, moving behind Danny and looping his arms around him casually, caressing his stomach and chest at the same time.

Danny’s cock was rock hard, the tip shining a little with the wetness of precum he had noticed he was slowly starting to produce more frequently. “Actually, do you mind if I… don’t? I wanna save it for… someone I’m meeting later!”

Chris sat up and grabbed Mikey, who had walked over to them after putting his cock away. “Danny has…” he gasped dramatically at Mikey. “Other friends!” Chris’ head shot round to stare wide-eyed at Danny. “Madre de dios!”

“What does that mean?” Danny asked, frowning.

“Dunno,” Chris said, shrugging as he let go of Mikey. “But based on the meme I saw it on, it either means ‘Oh my God’ or ‘I’m secretly your long-lost sister’. Both work I s’pose!”

“You’re such a freak!” Danny sniggered. “Speaking of freaks, tell Snuffles he needs to keep his ideas to himself. I got enough embarrassment without him adding more!”

Mikey winced a little at the comment.

“Yeah, do better, Snuffy!” Chris added with a snigger.

Mikey suddenly looked across the room and called out, “No, come back!”

The other three looked at each other, a little confused, each silently encouraging the others to ask. Nicky eventually rolled his eyes and asked, “Everything okay?”

“No, Danny was too mean to Snuffles so he ran off!” Mikey said, pouting a little.

“I’m sure he’ll be back!” Nicky said, knowing he would ‘appear’ again when Mikey needed him.

“No, he doesn’t normally run off, he just kinda disappears. I think this time he properly left!” Mikey said, actually looking quite upset.

“Do you… want us to go look for him?” Chris asked cautiously.

Mikey nodded emphatically.

*****

The search for Snuffles was ongoing, with the four boys eventually splitting up into pairs after the first 30 minutes of searching. Mikey wandered off with Nicky, while Danny and Chris headed a different way.

Chris and Danny spent another ten minutes looking before they, rather embarrassingly, remembered Snuffles wasn’t real and they were literally looking for nothing! When Danny said he had ‘somewhere else to be’ Chris had considered questioning it, but instead took it as an opportunity to take care of some business he knew he needed to resolve before the end of the school year.

He wandered over to the Sports Complex, knowing Mr Beecham was usually in his office there at that time on a Sunday. When he got there, the door was open and he could see the Maths teacher/Chris’ personal swimming coach working on his laptop. He knocked quietly on the open door and stepped inside.

“Oh, hey Chris,” the man said happily. “I was just looking at the new competition schedule for next year… assuming this whole pandemic dies down by then!”

“Yeah, that’s… kinda what I’m here about, Sir!” Chris said sheepishly.

“Hmmm,” the man hummed. He came round his desk, gestured for Chris to take a seat on the sofa against the wall, shut the door and then sat on the opposite end. “What’s on your mind?”

Chris inhaled and exhaled through his nose a few times, his lips pursed as he tried to make himself say what he was there to say.

“Chris, whatever it is, it’s okay!” Mr Beecham assured him. He glanced round at the closed door and said, “It’s just us, think of me as just Owen again if it helps.”

The two had spent a week together at the beginning of the year when Chris was forced to stay at the school for half-term. In the more casual setting, Mr Beecham, who had been selected to stay behind and supervise, had allowed the boys to call him Owen. It had certainly been an interesting week, one that had involved certain activities that Owen was not proud of but at the same time, was not ashamed of. One of the many positives had been the way it had helped break down the barrier between himself and Chris, allowing the boy to accept an invitation for personal swimming coaching.

Chris chuckled, allowing himself to reminisce about the things he had done with ‘Owen’, then blushed a little. “I… I’m really sorry, but… I… I want to give up swimming!” Chris explained.

“Oh!” Owen exclaimed, more surprised than upset or annoyed.

“Not, like, completely!” Chris added urgently. “I still wanna, ya know, join in with the club cos I do enjoy it, I just…”

“Want to give up the extra coaching?” Owen asked.

“Mmm-huh,” Chris hummed, nodding.

“Is it the early starts? Or just finding it all a bit too tiring? Or nervous about competing?” Owen asked, probing further.

Chris shook his head. “I mean, I’m no fan of getting up at six, but it’s not that. And competing sounds like fun, but…” he paused and sighed. “It’s not what I love, Sir… Owen!”

“Sir Owen, I’ve been knighted!” the teacher sniggered.

Chris rolled his eyes and shook his head. “I wake up in the morning and I’m thinking about… song lyrics that came to me in a dream or… wanting to read the next chapter of the book I’m excited to finish,” he explained. “I don’t lay there at night thinking ‘yay swimming!’ or anything like that. I’m sorry, Owen. I know you’ve given me a LOT of your time this year and I feel like I’ve just wasted it.”

Owen sighed. “I won’t say I’m not disappointed. I could see Olympic gold in your future, Chris… but that takes commitment, which it sounds like you couldn’t give,” he explained. “Besides, I’m a teacher, time with a student is never wasted… well maybe with a few, but don’t tell anyone I said that!” he paused, grinning. “But time with you is certainly never wasted, little man!”

“So you’re not upset?” Chris asked, blushing a little at the kind words.

“You kidding? I’m devastated. You’re my second favourite student!” Owen grinned.

“After Bran?” Chris sniggered, referring to the older boy he knew the man had a real soft spot for.

“Yeah,” Owen nodded with a gentle laugh. “Well if I’m never gonna live vicariously through you at the Olympics, then you’d best win a grammy and dedicate it to me some day!”

“Of course!” Chris chuckled. “I can see it now!” He stood, miming holding a grammy. “I’d like to thank my family and friends, but really they’re nothing compared to the sexy swimming coach I sixty-nined that one time!”

Owen blushed profusely, grabbed Chris and pulled him back down onto the sofa. “Chris, not so loud!” he hissed, wide-eyed. “What happened to things at half-term STAYING at half-term!”

“Sorry Sir!” Chris said with a grin that made the apology very much insincere. “You know, while we’re on the subject, I could always… make it up to you for letting you down!” He reached out and touched the man’s leg.

Owen took a deep breath as he sat back. “Chris, I’m saying this as Mr Beecham now. That is NOT appropriate!”

“Good!” Chris kept grinning. “None of the really fun stuff is appropriate!” He moved the hand higher, heading for the young teacher’s crotch.

“Chris, this is your last warning. Stop now or there will be consequences!” Mr Beecham warned.

“Oooh, is Sir gonna spank me?” Chris asked with a playful giggle. He reached forward to grab the man’s cock, but he jumped away just as Chris’ fingers grazed it.

“Okay, take your clothes off!” Mr Beecham instructed.

Chris’ eyes widened. He was just playing, he hadn’t really expected this to go anywhere so this was a very welcome surprise. He pulled off his t-shirt and tossed it aside, then shoved down his shorts and underwear, standing proudly on show for the man. He had cum just an hour earlier, but he looked very much ready go again as his dick swelled proudly to attention.

“Off completely. Everything!” Mr Beecham said as he got up and headed over to a cabinet on the back wall.

Chris pulled his trainers and socks off with his feet then stepped out of his clothes, feeling all the more exposed as his feet touched the carpeted floor. He watched in a mixture of confusion and excitement as Mr Beecham approached with a tape measure.

“I’m going to measure you now!” the teacher stated matter-of-factly.

“A hundred and forty-nine centimetres, Sir!” Chris said cheekily, raising his hand to lay flat on top of his head. “I assume that’s all you’re measuring!”

“Mmm-huh!” the teacher hummed, shaking his head. He crouched down and quickly measured Chris’ penis, both length and girth, getting a happy moan from the boy as he did so. As he stood up, he let the tape measure out, held it again and said, “Out of interest… one hundred and fifty-three actually!”

“Ooh, I’ve grown!” Chris said happily, feeling much taller now he knew his actual height. He glanced down and added, “At least, part of me has!” He smirked at the self-mockery but Mr Beecham remained straight-faced.

“Okay,” he said, returning to the cabinet. “This one should fit, but if you get any discomfort, just let Dr Arkwright know!”

“What should fit?” Chris asked, excitement turning to confusion and threatening to spill over into worry. His eyes widened as he saw a chastity device, just like the ones half the dorm still wore, a fate he had avoided upon arriving at the school. He had actually been intrigued by them, almost jealous of the boys who were controlled by them but now, facing the hopefully fake threat of being put in one, his feelings suddenly changed. “Y… you can’t be… serious!” he stuttered, taking a step back.

“Chris, sexual advances towards a member of staff are a very serious matter. I told you your behaviour was inappropriate, and you continued. I warned you that you would be punished if it went on, and you continued. That crossed a line and earned you a punishment. In matters such as these, there is a standard, agreed punishment which consists of the removal of sexual privileges for a period of 14 days!” Mr Beecham explained. “Now please allow me to put the device on you. Refusal will result in further punishment.”

“B… but Sir… I… I didn’t… mean it!” Chris whimpered, almost in tears.

“I’m aware of our… history, but as was made clear to you at the time and again today, they were exceptions. I gave you an opportunity to stop and you did not take it. I know you attended the panel about consent at the… festival earlier this term, so you should understand that no means no… and I gave a clear no!”

“What if I say no?” Chris asked, looking at the device.

“You’re within your rights to do so,” Mr Beecham nodded, lowering it. “But you should know that alternative punishments, more… formal ones, are extremely harsh, but they do remain an option for you!”

Chris let out a sigh. He could imagine what the other punishments would be. Probably a suspension, and while he might have considered it normally, the thought of having Blane (or his slowly-recovering parents) getting a call about it was not something he wanted to think about. Their punishment would probably make anything Kingswood could give him look positively enjoyable. “Okay, Sir!” he agreed, his cock already wilting.

“I know this is a tough lesson,” Mr Beecham explained as he started securing the device to Chris’ rapidly-shrinking cock, “But it’s an important one that I expect you’ll remember!”

“HARD to forget!” Chris sniggered.

Mr Beecham cracked a smile too. “Cute,” he said, a little patronisingly. He locked the device into place and said, “Okay, I will leave a copy of the key with Dr Arkwright, but you can report to me in fourteen days to have it removed!”

Chris huffed quietly and said, “Well, end of term, anyway!”

“Oh, no!” the teacher said, shaking his head. “If a punishment of this kind happens to expire during a break, it continues until the next school day AFTER said break!”

Chris’ eyes widened so far they could have popped right out of their sockets. “B… but Sir… that’s…”

“Eight weeks, yes, that’s right!” Mr Beecham nodded.

“I was gonna say a fucking long time, but yeah… that too!” Chris said, in shock.

“Language!” the man snapped as he slipped the keys into his pocket.

“I think it’s appropriate!” Chris said sharply.

Mr Beecham laughed aloud and said, “Fine, just… mind it in the future!”

“Yes Sir,” Chris said downheartedly. “Does this mean I can go?”

“You can!” the teacher said, returning to his desk. As Chris went to grab his clothes, he added a very casual, “You can leave them. You stay naked until the end of term now too!” He smiled and said, “You and Danny will make a right pair!”

*****

Danny froze in place, staring at the hooded man in horror. Being caught trespassing was bad, but being caught trespassing while naked… that was sheer nightmare fuel.

“Care to explain what you’re doing on my land?” the man demanded grumpily.

“I was… looking for a friend… S… Sir!” Danny stuttered, trembling hands covering his crotch.

The man walked slowly round Danny, looking him up and down like a lion circling a stray gazelle. “And do you always search for your friends…” he leaned in close and finished, “Naked?”

“More often than I’d like!” Danny answered with a slight smirk.

“YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?” the man yelled at him furiously.

“N… no Sir!” Danny stuttered, cowering slightly. “P… please let me go, Sir. I’ll leave and I’ll… n… never come back… I promise!”

“Hmm!” the man said, continuing to circle. “I don’t know. Pretty little thing like you…”

Danny smiled at the choice of words for just a second before returning to looking afraid.

“I’d be crazy to pass up an opportunity like this!” the man said with a wicked grin.

The man was behind Danny now. He felt fingers touch his shoulder and slide down his back. He shuddered at the delicate touch and soft skin. “An opportunity for… wh… what, Sir?” Danny asked shakily.

“To see a show, of course!” the man said, circling round to the front again. “Hands by your sides!” he barked.

With a pathetic whimper, Danny dropped his hands to his sides. He was already barely able to look at the man, but as his erection bounced into view, he was too mortified to even take a glance. He knew the man was staring at it.

“Enjoying this, are you?” the man asked with a giggle.

“No, Sir!” Danny lied.

“Start stroking,” the man instructed. “DON’T cum!” he added sharply.

“Yes Sir,” Danny said, squirming uncomfortably as he began to play with himself.

“Yeaaaaah,” the man groaned excitedly. “On your knees, boy!”

Danny dropped to his knees, momentarily expecting a cock in his mouth, but the man stood back, watching him kneel in place, masturbating slowly.

“Speed up, but DON’T cum!” the man ordered.

Danny’s strokes sped up as he watched the man pull his own cock out. Four inches, maybe four and a half, because the half was important. Topped with a small patch of black hair. He began stroking too.

“Sir, I’m getting close!” Danny whimpered.

“Then stop before you cum, wait a moment and start again!” the man snapped, still pleasuring himself excitedly.

Danny felt his orgasm approaching and let go, gasping for breath as his cock twitched with frustration.

“Keep going!” the man snapped.

Danny grunted with reluctant pleasure as he resumed, sooner than he would have liked. It barely took ten seconds before he had to stop once again, his moans now more of a desperate whimper.

“Keep. Going!” the man said pointedly, looking close to his own release.

It continued. Stroking, stopping, ordered to go on, right up until Danny knew he couldn’t take any more and replied, “I can’t, I’ll cum!”

As if the words were the trigger the man was waiting for, he stepped forward and shot his cum into Danny’s face and onto his hair. Danny opened his mouth a little, catching a few drops and licking his lips.

“You sexy little git!” the man chuckled. “It’s a shame you’re blonde, the cum doesn’t show so much!” He reached up and ran his fingers through the boy’s golden locks. “I like your hair,” he said softly.

“And I like yours!” Danny chuckled, then winked as he nodded towards the small patch of pubes.

The man giggled playfully. Suddenly he pulled down his hood. “Dammit!” Adrian snapped. “You made me break character!”

“Sorry,” Danny sniggered. “But that was so freakin’ hot!”

Adrian breathed a sigh of relief. “Glad you think so. I was worried you were gonna cry for real at one point!”

“It’s called acting daaaaahling!” Danny said, in a freakishly good impersonation of the Drama Club teacher, Ruby. “Now, do I get to finish off?” he asked, gesturing to his own erection as Adrian tucked his own back into his shorts.

“Hmmmm… nah!” Adrian said, shaking his head.

“Aww come on!” Danny pleaded.

Adrian grabbed a handful of blonde hair and growled, “I said no, boy!”

There was silence for a moment before both burst into fits of giggles.

“So not fair. I even saved up for this!” Danny complained.

“Saved… what up… how?” Adrian asked, a little confused. “Wait, I probably don’t wanna know, do I?”

Danny grinned as he stood up again. “Probably not!”

“Hey, check your phone!” Adrian said, nodding towards where it was over on the table. “It was flashing a lot as I was… finishing. Really distracting!” he admonished.

“Hnnh, yes sir!” Danny teased as he grabbed his phone. As he unlocked it and read the messages, he let out a sigh. “Well I gotta go!”

“Convenient!” Adrian smirked.

“No, really, it’s… a sort-of emergency!” Danny said, shaking his head. He moved closer to Adrian and said, “But this was so fun. Let’s do another one soon. Or we can just, like, hang out. I don’t need to cum to have fun with you, ya know!”

“Oh I know!” Adrian said, glancing to Danny’s still-hard cock.

Danny rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean!” he insisted. “I like you!” he offered innocently.

“I like you too,” Adrian said back happily before watching the naked boy leave.

*****

Danny wandered through the trees, heading to the spot Nicky had instructed. He spotted Nicky first, then saw his arm around Mikey’s shoulder. He was just about to shout a hello when he spotted Chris standing nearby… naked and wearing a chastity device.

“What the hell?” Danny asked with a grin as he got closer.

“Don’t ask!” Chris said, shaking his head angrily.

“I think we’ve got bigger problems than Chris’… whatever the hell’s going on!” Mikey snapped.

“We… do?” Danny asked, curiously. He looked to Nicky who just gave a slight shrug.

“Okay, we’re all here!” Nicky said, giving Mikey a gentle squeeze. “Wanna tell us what’s going on?”

“Oh, like it’s not obvious!” Mikey snapped sharply. “THIS!” he snapped, gesturing to the ground between where he and Nicky stood facing the two naked boys.

Chris, Danny and Nicky all exchanged confused looks and discrete shrugs, another silent argument circling round them over who would speak up. Finally it was Danny who offered a tentative, “It’s… awful,” he said, guessing at the appropriate reaction. “Want to tell us what happened?” he asked hopefully.

“He’s dead!” Mikey said, jaw trembling. “Snuffles is dead!”

“Oh my God!” Chris exclaimed sincerely, seemingly forgetting for a moment the non-existence of the victim.

“How?” Danny asked, unsure whether this was something he should be humouring or some kind of mental breakdown. Considering the fear and panic he had felt on the roof with Josh, and the fact he felt none of it now, it definitely felt like this wasn’t too serious.

“I think the Covid got him!” Mikey stated, shaking his head.

“I don’t think…” Chris started, but got a gentle kick to the shin which made him pause for a moment, think and finish, “I mean… that’s awful!”

“Don’t pretend you’re sorry!” Mikey snapped. “You’re glad he’s gone. Both of you!” He looked to Chris then Danny. “It’s your fault he was even out here. He only ran away because of what you two said. Its YOUR fault!”

“No, we never wanted him to get hurt!” Danny insisted. “Are you… sure he’s… really dead?”

“Danny’s right,” Nicky said softly. “Maybe he just… looks dead. Maybe he’ll… reappear in a moment!” he said hopefully, feeling Mikey hold tightly against him.

“No, he’s dead,” Mikey insisted firmly. “We should… we should give him a funeral!” he added, nodding at Nicky.

Nicky got two ‘are you serious’ looks from Danny and Chris and returned a sympathetic, ‘just go with it’ stare in return.

“Take it away, Chris!” Danny nudged his friend, smirking a little at the annoyed look he got back.

Chris went to argue, but the look on Mikey’s face was so sad he didn’t want to start an argument. He cleared his throat. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to…” he paused and frowned. “I don’t know the rest, that’s normally as much as you hear on TV shows!”

“Well… make something up then!” Danny urged him.

“Like… what?” Chris asked, looking down at the apparent grave of the imaginary… whatever he was, they never asked.

“I dunno, maybe say you’re sorry or something?” Nicky suggested.

“Sorry? For what?” Chris asked, shrugging.

“Like… killing him, maybe!” Nicky said accusingly, glad to be on the other side.

“It wasn’t me!” Chris said defensively. “Danny started it!”

“Oy, don’t bring me into it!” Danny argued.

“You’re already… brung!” Chris floundered.

“That’s not a word!” Danny snapped.

“IT IS NOW!” Chris shouted back at him.

“SHUT UP!” Mikey suddenly snapped. “You killed him!” he said to Chris. “And so did you!” he added, looking to Danny. “We all did this… together!”

The other three looked at Mikey, unsure what was coming next. This was all strange, even by his standards.

“I’ll say something then!” Mikey said pointedly, moving to stand behind the imaginary gravestone… of the imaginary grave… of the imaginary person! “Snuffles was… my best friend! He was always there when nobody else was. He made me laugh and he annoyed me and he played with me. He wanted me when… nobody else did and he made it so I was never alone… even when I was!”

Nicky felt a tear in his eye right away and tried to cover it up, keen to avoid the mockery of Chris and Danny until he realised they were beginning to understand what was happening just as much as he was.

“Snuffles came with me to Kingswood because… I was afraid to do it on my own,” Mikey continued. “And he stayed with me while I… nearly scared away the… the real people who wanted to be my friends. He helped me understand that not everyone wants to hurt me or ignore me or tell me I’m not wanted. He helped me make friends here because all he ever wanted was for me to be happy.”

The other three boys stood silently, listening to Mikey share things he had probably never even admitted to himself.

“And the reason I know he was my best friend was because even when I began to… to move away from him and to find a… a real best friend…” he glanced to a tearful Nicky. “He still just… wanted me to be happy and he let me do it!” Mikey continued, tears trickling down his cheeks. “He… he didn’t really get annoyed at you and run away,” Mikey admitted, looking to the others. “He… told me it was time for him to go, because I… didn’t need him anymore, because I… I have real people now. He told me… I’m gonna be okay!”

He couldn’t say more, bursting into gentle sobs instead as the other three grabbed him and wrapped themselves around him.

Nicky glanced down at the imagined grave. “Don’t worry Snuffles. You did great,” he said tearfully. “We’ve got him from here!”

*****

It had been a strange evening in the dorm, the four boys involved in the Snuffles incident swinging from melancholy to mirth and back again several times as they whispered things to each other, while the other four boys were much more interested in how Chris had ended up not only naked, but in chastity too. He had refused to tell them anything, which only made them speculate all the more wildly.

James had actually guessed correctly, saying, “I bet he just tried it on with a teacher or something!” but Chris had been careful not to react at all and give anything away.

As part of the ‘extra’ punishment mandated by the senior students, Danny had endured a public spanking in the Common Room. While it was very obviously not painful, Joseph inflicting slaps that barely even made a sound, it was the spectacle of it that was intended to punish. It only made matters worse when Danny climbed off of his lap to reveal his erection to the whole room, which had burst into hysterical laughter. He had quickly retreated to the dorm after that, his punishments done for the day, much to the disappointment of the other boys.

Once they were all in bed with the lights out, the usual conversations had kicked up, but they had all paused for a moment when they heard movement. For a change it wasn’t Chris or Danny moving into each other’s beds, they were already there. Instead, it was Mikey who stepped out of his own bunk and slid in next to Nicky.

He had remained poised and ready to snap at anyone who dared comment, but those unaware of Snuffles’ demise definitely knew something was happening and chose discretion.

Mikey had curled up against Nicky and fallen asleep in his arms within a few minutes.

“Hell of a day,” Danny whispered to the boy at his side.

“You’re telling me!” Chris replied, pressing the front panel of his chastity device against Danny’s hip.

Danny sniggered.

“You think Mikey’s okay?” Chris asked.

Danny took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, thinking about it. “Yeah,” he whispered with a gentle nod. “Freaky as today was, I think… it was a good thing!”

“I guess so,” Chris replied. He squirmed a little, still getting used to the device preventing him from touching. “This thing is horrible!”

Danny sniggered again.

“I’m glad I amuse you!” Chris whispered sharply.

“Sorry, it’s just… I don’t suppose you remember the first night I got locked, do you?” Danny asked.

“Second night here. You found out I was unlocked, nearly jizzed in your device over it, you touched me, I touched you… something like that?” Chris replied playfully.

“So you… remember vaguely then!” Danny mocked the perfectly accurate description. “This just feels… I dunno, kinda funny, being the other way round now!”

“Oh yeah, freakin’ hilarious!” Chris said sarcastically.

Danny chuckled and gave the other boy a playful squeeze. “I seem to recall you saying you’d gladly switch places with me if you could. You WANTED one of these!” He reached down and tugged playfully on the strap, which squeezed Chris’ cock a little.

“Ah, ya git!” Chris complained. “I only wanted it cos I thought it’d make me, like, super horny!”

“And is it?” Danny asked, already suspecting he knew.

“All I can think about is cumming!” Chris whined, without actually sounding too upset about it.

Danny nodded and hummed, “Mmm-huh!” He leaned in close and whispered, “Only eight weeks to go!”

“I hate you. So. Much!” Chris growled at him. It changed to a moan as he felt Danny squeeze his nipple. “Hey, when I touched you in chastity, you got to touch me in return. Those rules still apply?”

Danny rolled onto his back and whispered, “Touch away, kind Sir!” he sniggered.

Chris mewed happily as he took hold of Danny’s dick. It wasn’t quite the same as touching his own, but it was better than not touching any dick at all. As he lay slowly masturbating his friend, he nestled down against him. “I’m really glad I claimed you,” he whispered, referring to the first night, when he had simply climbed into Danny’s bed and announced they were now BFFs. With a slightly downbeat hum, he added, “It’s about the only good decision I made this year!”

Despite being very distracted by the orgasm he had been denied all day that felt only moments away, Danny frowned thoughtfully at the comment. What decisions did he mean? There definitely felt like there was more to it than it sounded, but the pleasure knocked the thoughts out of his consciousness as quickly as the comments had put them in.

“I’m so close!” Danny gasped.

“I’m stuck in this for 8 weeks,” Chris said, pressing the device against Danny again. “So to balance it out, I think I’ll edge you for 8 hours!”

“Noooo!” Danny whined. “Pleeeease, let me cum!” he begged.

“Just kidding!” Chris giggled. He ducked down under the covers, took Danny’s cock into his mouth and licked the head just as the small cock squirted a day’s worth of cum into Chris’ mouth. He continued sucking until Danny forced him to pull away. He popped back up, grinning broadly.

They stared into each other for a few moments, breathing heavily. Chris went to speak but remained silent. Danny did the same. A few more moments and still neither spoke.

With a gentle sigh, Danny smiled and said, “G’night Chris!”

“Night Danny,” Chris replied, nuzzling down beside him.