The Kingswood Eight - Chapter 4 (Patreon)
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Wednesday 16 September 2020
Nicky wasn’t really surprised when he was so abruptly awoken. Shortly after lights out, he and Mikey had been invited to the conjoined bunks below to join Danny and Chris in what they had collectively come to refer to as a ‘cuddle puddle’. It wasn’t the first time he had shared a bed with any or all of them and it wasn’t uncommon for a stray limb to accidentally catch one of them in the face or, worse, the balls.
As consciousness crept in and threatened to return to completely Nicky just groaned, rolled over and tried to return to sleep. He got nudged again and realised, grumpily, that the awakening had been deliberate. He opened his eyes reluctantly to see Chris and Danny on one side, staring down at him, Mikey on the other.
“Ugh, what time is it?” Nicky grumbled.
“One minute past midnight!” Mikey whispered back. “You know what that means, don’t you?”
“That you’ve all chosen a really weird time to get punched in the balls?” Nicky asked, genuinely intending to follow through.
“Nope!” Danny replied. “Happy birthday, Nicky!”
“You told them?” Nicky asked, glaring at Chris.
Birthdays in the dorm were always a fun occasion. Prior to the pandemic, boys were offered a range of celebration options that involved visits to nearby business or entertainment venues. Although they were still off-limits, the in-school celebrations still happened, as had been the case for the half of the dorm whose birthdays were in the latter half of Year 7. Nicky had chosen to not only skip his celebration the previous year, but he also hadn’t even told anyone when it was his birthday. Chris had only found out when Nicky accidentally let slip a couple of weeks later.
“I thought they should know,” Chris said with a casual shrug. “Now come on, we got a celebration to get to!”
“I don’t… celebrate my birthday!” Nicky said, holding back his annoyance.
“I know, but that doesn’t mean we can’t celebrate you. Come on!” Chris insisted, climbing off the crowded double bunk.
Nicky considered just climbing back up to his own bunk. He certainly had no desire to celebrate, but he could feel the excitement coming off the others. While he had the willpower to resist any of his three closest friends, he knew he was almost helpless to resist them collectively, so he simply accepted their instruction and followed as they headed for the door.
As they crept out, Nicky couldn’t help thinking back to the last time the four had crept out late at night. Chris and Danny had been naked, and Mikey had stripped soon after before the four of them went out to the school’s front steps to jerk themselves and each other off, for no reason other than it was simply fun. He wondered if they had something similar in mind again, but as they passed the stairs to the ground floor, he realised they were not heading outside.
“Where are we going?” Nicky whispered, looking more confused as they passed the stairs up to the second floor. They were continuing round the first-floor hallway and all there was down that way was dorms 1.07 to 1.12 which housed the other half of Year 8 and all of Year 9.
“Wait and see!” Danny whispered back.
Nicky got increasingly confused as they continued along – passing by most of the dorms, the bathroom, the laundry room. They stopped outside the door to dorm 1.12. As Nicky looked increasingly worried, wondering why that dorm and who might be waiting inside, Chris opened a different door to his side, marked as ‘Storage’. He headed in, the others following into the dark room. They had been listening for Mr Trent and knew usually patrolling this late, but flooding the hallway with light still felt risky so they waited until the door was closed to flick the light on.
As they collectively flinched at the sudden brightness, Nicky glanced round. The room was, as labelled, very much for storage. The suitcases of the boys of the first floor were neatly organised and labelled by dorm, taking up one wall of the room with large shelves. The rest of the room was filled with various boxes and supplies as well as spare furniture, including most prominently a couple of beds which were positioned in the middle of the room, pushed together much like Chris and Danny’s bunks.
“You know, as birthday parties go, it’s not the MOST glamorous I’ve seen… but also not the worst!” Nicky said wryly.
As the other giggled at the comment, Chris shook his head and said, “Like I said, not a party, just… celebrating the best way we know how!”
“With suitcases?” Nicky asked sarcastically.
“No, smartarse,” Danny said, pointing to the bed. “With fucking. But if you’re not interested, we can all go back to bed… our own beds I mean!”
Nicky’s eyes widened suddenly. “F… fucking… who?”
“Chris Evans! He’s just putting the shield away!” Chris said, gesturing across the room to an empty space. He shook his head and said, “Who d’ya think, ya gobshite? Us!”
“I love how Irish he gets when he’s angry!” Danny sniggered.
“Yeah… adorable,” Nicky said flatly. “But back to the fucking…”
“Clothes off, boys!” Mikey instructed, watching happily as Chris and Danny removed their underwear while Nicky almost hyperventilated beside him. As the naked boys climbed onto the bed, Mikey said, “So who’s it to be first? Chris, who spent all summer fingering himself but has never had the pleasure of a winky up his butt and would love yours to be his first or Danny, who has been fucked by the lovely Brian, but says he has ‘turned down other offers’ to let you be his second?”
Danny blushed a little at the comment. He had told Chris and Mikey about his intention to let Nicky be the second guy to fuck him but had not expected them to tell Mikey.
“Or there’s Mikey,” Chris said with a grin, “But you spent all summer fucking him, so you’re probably bored of his butt by now!”
Mikey flinched a little at the comment but smiled meekly as Nicky put an arm around his shoulder and declared, “Never!”
“So who’s it to be?” Chris asked, turning his rear to Nicky and wiggling his butt as he asked, “Popping my cherry, or re-popping Danny’s? I mean, you get to do both but the sooner you pick, the sooner we start! And don’t worry, no hard feelings from whoever goes second!”
“Just hard dicks!” Danny sniggered, grabbing his own erection.
Nicky looked back and forth between Chris and Danny. He was completely taken aback by the whole situation but took a moment to breathe and think about it, his dominant side quickly kicking in. “Okay, both of you on all fours,” he started. “I’m fucking Danny first because I’ve literally been waiting to have a go at that perfect little arse for a whole year, but then I’ll give Chris a go. Once I switch to Chris, Mikey, you’re gonna take over fucking Danny, then when we switch back, you get Chris. You guys do whatever I tell you, but you also do what Mikey tells you. He’s my alpha sub. Got it?”
Danny and Chris stared at each other for a moment. “That turn you on as much as it did me?” Danny asked, shuddering a little.
“Fuck yeah!” Chris replied happily.
Mikey grinned as the other two got in position, but then grabbed Nicky’s arm and whispered, “What’s an alpha sub?”
“Think of it like… my second in command!” Nicky whispered back, casually pulling off his clothes.
“Awesome!” Mikey said happily, letting a hand raise to tease one of Nicky’s nipples.
Nicky let out a low moan. For a moment, his mind wandered onto his own nudity. To say Nicky was body-conscious would be an understatement, so the fact he had so willingly undressed in front of the other three truly spoke volumes about the bond they shared, one that was seemingly about to deepen as they shared more first experiences.
Mikey eagerly assisted as Nicky moved to the beds, retrieving the lube they had placed there earlier when preparing. There were no condoms. The school was serious about sexual health and had certain rules in place. Sexual health screenings were available any time and without question from Dr Arkwright and once a student was given a clean bill of health, their profile was updated on the Kingswood app. Unprotected sex was only permitted between students who had been checked since returning from their most recent visit home, with the readily-available condoms being used by anyone untested.
Many policies at the school seemed downright draconian, especially when compared to the freedoms and liberties offered to the boys in so many aspects of their lives. The school’s Pandemic Protocol had been judged by many as heavy-handed and unnecessary, but had proven successful in keeping the virus out of the school. The Sexual Health Protocol was often similarly criticised, especially on the grounds that unprotected sex with an untested student was, in most cases, grounds for expulsion. Extreme as it may have been, the fact that a closed community of sexually-active teens wasn’t rife with STIs showed how effectively it worked.
“You ready for this?” Nicky asked as he shuffled across the bed to where Danny was waiting.
“Yeah, it’s big!” Mikey warned, “But how big’s Brian?”
“None of your business!” Danny insisted sternly, then smirked as he added, “But let’s say I shouldn’t have any problems here!”
“Ugh, that’s hot!” Mikey chuckled, imagining Brian and Danny together as he touched his own boner excitedly.
“Your arse is… just… ugh!” Nicky growled as he grasped both of Danny’s buttocks. He had been an admirer of the other boy’s rear for quite some time, but it had only grown as Danny’s regular gym routine seemed to be helping it grow more bubblicious by the week. Nicky stroked his own cock a few times, making sure it was well lubed. Even if Danny was used to a decent-sized cock, Nicky knew his own appendage was prodigious.
“Oh fuck,” Danny muttered as he felt the head of the huge tool press against his hole. Exciting as it felt, his immediate thought was how turned on Brian was going to be when he shared details of the night’s activity. Not only was their relationship open, Brian seemed to get a genuine thrill at the thought of Danny with others. “Jesus Mikey, you can… take this?” he asked, impressed and amazed in equal measure.
“Want me to stop?” Nicky asked, worried he was hurting the other boy.
“Fuck no!” Danny insisted, glancing back. Knowing how much Brian liked it when he said sexy things, he added a playful, “Fuck me, Nicky. Hard!”
“Damn!” Chris exclaimed as he watched from the side, awaiting his turn. “Hurry up, I want my turn!”
“Mikey, get him warmed up for me!” Nicky said, gesturing to Chris as he pulled back and pushed back into Danny, getting half of his long cock inside the boy.
“Gladly!” Mikey said, jumping into action.
As Chris watched, wondering how he was going to be ‘warmed up’ he let out a gentle whimper as he realised what was coming. Mikey spread his cheeks and leaned in, probing at his hole with his tongue.
“Oh my god!” Danny chuckled excitedly as he watched what was happening beside him, but his attention was immediately drawn back to the large cock slowly impaling him more and more. He glanced back at Nicky again and said, “Don’t be afraid to go hard. I… kinda like a bit of pain!”
The comment was met by amused but aroused glances from Chris and Mikey, while Nicky reacted by slapping Danny’s butt playfully.
Danny chuckled, but knelt up, leaning back against Nicky. He tilted his head back against the taller boy’s shoulder, reached up with one hand and pulled him into a kiss which continued as Nicky worked his dick the rest of the way in. Nicky’s hands roamed Danny’s body, caressing the developing muscles, occasionally stroking at his slid cock.
Frustrating as it was waiting for his turn, as well as watching Danny being pleasured, Chris was in heaven. He had briefly dabbled in anal play before, but over the summer his real love of it had begun and Mikey’s tongue was already bringing him exciting and addictive sensations. He reached out and grabbed Nicky’s hand as it grasped onto Danny’s erection and whimpered, “My turn yet?”
“Sure, let’s swap,” Chris said, playfully swatting at Mikey’s buttocks as he continued rimming Chris.
Danny’s moan of disappointment was the perfect counter to Chris’ happy chuckle.
Mikey climbed off the bed as Nicky shuffled over, grabbing a little more lube before handing it to Mikey. The small ginger boy eagerly pumped a glob out and stroked it onto his own eager prick.
“Hey,” Danny said, grabbing Mikey’s wrist as he climbed back onto the bed. “Is this… your first time topping?”
Mikey nodded, trying to look confident though the nerves showed. Danny just smiled and reached back, stroking his hip.
As Mikey began to push his smaller cock into Danny’s hole, entering quite easily after the substantial girth of Nicky, Chris let out a shuddery moan. He was being slowly stretched as Nicky began to push his cock into the virginal hole.
“Ow,” Chris whimpered, sniffing a little.
Nicky suddenly pulled back, then leaned over to whisper, “I don’t think you’re ready!”
“But it’s your present,” Chris insisted. “I can… I can take it!”
“You probably can, but you’re not going to,” Nicky whispered. “I can’t enjoy it if I know I’m hurting someone I love!”
“Unless they’re a freak who likes the pain like Danny!” Mikey sniggered, already working up a decent pace inside Danny.
Chris blushed heavily at the realisation the other two had seen his failure.
“Guilty as charged!” Danny chuckled.
“I’m really sorry,” Chris whimpered, almost in tears.
Nicky pulled Chris up, hugged him briefly and then kissed him. “You got nothing to be sorry about,” he reassured the other boy as they parted. “I’m still gonna do you. Just… when you’re ready, not because of what date it is!”
“Awww,” Mikey and Danny chorused playfully.
“Shut up,” Chris complained, hitting both the other boys at once.
“All of you shut up!” Nicky insisted. “Mikey, keep… doing what you’re doing! Chris, stand over them once I’m in place!”
“In place?” Mikey asked, curious as to where he was going. His eyes widened with glee as he saw Nicky move behind him. He giggled playfully as he felt fingers quickly applying lube to his hole and moments later, the large cock was sliding inside. Sandwiched between Nicky and Danny, Mikey allowed Nicky’s eager thrusts to control his own movement too, each push rippling through him to make his own cock slide into Danny.
Seeing the three-way fuck was exciting, but Chris couldn’t help feeling bad for not being able to be part of it. He had fingered himself so much over the summer he had just assumed that meant fucking wouldn’t be a problem. Remembering he had an order to follow, he stood and straddled Mikey, forcing him to lean down more onto Danny, who seemed quite happy with the extra body contact.
Nicky grabbed Chris’ hand, easily spotting the disappointment on his face. “It’s really okay,” he whispered before kissing the back of his hand. He released it and looked up, happy to see Chris smile, then took the other boy’s dick into his mouth.
“What about me?” Danny complained, now that his was the only dick not being pleasured.
The response came in the form of a grunt from Mikey who reached round and took hold of the eager boner. “Happy now?” he asked.
Danny leaned to the side, looked back, gave Mikey a quick kiss and said, “Yeah!”
The fucking, sucking and stroking continued slowly, all four boys moaning happily as they writhed together in conjoined ecstasy. Though they had picked a fairly safe location, there was still a slight chance of being caught, though that didn’t stop them from enjoying every moment of celebrating Nicky.
“I think I’m gonna cum soon,” Mikey finally spoke up from the middle of the pile.
“Okay, everyone off!” Nicky ordered. “Cum slut, get on your back!”
“Yes Sir!” Danny immediately replied.
“I fucking love that he answered to that!” Chris chuckled as they all began to disengage.
“Cum slut and proud!” Danny declared happily, flipping over onto his back as the other three knelt around his head.
Nicky, who was knelt directly over Danny, reached to either side to rapidly stroke Chris and Mikey while they returned the favour. Mikey grasped the huge tool near the base and Chris took the tip as they stroked it together.
“That’s so hot!” Danny grunted as he lay looking up at his three naked friends playing with each other. He was happily tugging away at his own cock but kept stopping for fear of shooting, knowing Nicky hadn’t instructed him to do it yet.
Mikey was first to cum, getting most of his load into Danny’s mouth, though a few white streaks dribbled down his chin. Chris was next, happily shoving his cock fully into Danny’s mouth to ensure not a single drop escaped.
“Can I cum?” Danny asked after swallowing the two loads.
“Keep stroking, don’t stop, but don’t cum before I do!” Nicky instructed, nudging the others from his own dick. He took hold of it with both hands, stroking eagerly as he watched Danny do the same.
Danny began to whimper, clearly on the brink of release but desperately trying to hold back without stopping entirely. “I can’t hold it!” he squeaked.
“You can and you will. I’m… nearly there,” Nicky said, his slender chest heaving.
Danny was almost in tears trying to keep from going over the edge, his hand barely moving as he did all he could to obey the instructions. Suddenly, as Nicky let out a low, excited moan, he began to shoot. It was the only cue Danny needed, releasing his own load at the same time. The spurts coming from both directions left white streaks up and down his face and body.
Nicky leaned forward and pressed the tip of his cock into Danny’s mouth, making him lick the remnants off before he pulled back and instructed the other two, “Clean him up!” Mikey reached out for the towel beside the bed, but Nicky added a playful, “Not like that!”
Mikey growled his annoyance, knowing what Nicky meant. He disliked the taste of cum, though it did give him a slight thrill to do something he disliked so much just because Nicky told him to. He and Chris quickly got to work licking the two loads from Danny who lay there, slightly disappointed it was going into their mouths and not his.
A minute later and Danny was licked clean, the four boys relaxing onto the bed, leaning and resting on each other.
“I’m sorry it wasn’t quite as awesome as planned,” Chris apologised, feeling a hand stroke his arm, though he had no idea whose it actually was. “It was supposed to be a really great present.”
“It WAS a really great present!” Nicky insisted. “But I like this bit even more!” he added, holding onto the others. They didn’t reply, they just held him back, nuzzling together. After several minutes of dozy, comfortably silence, Nicky let out a hearty sigh and said, “Guys, I… wanted to tell you about… why I don’t really DO my birthday!”
“Molested by a birthday clown?” Chris suggested with a snigger.
“Burned off your eyebrows with the candles on the cake?” Danny offered.
“Embarrassing erection at a party?” Mikey suggested.
Nicky chuckled at the ideas and said, “No, it’s…” he paused, the words not wanting to come out. He puffed out his cheeks, exhaling as he tried to continue.
Realising it was a serious thing, the others all looked to him, squeezing a hand or stroking his hair comfortingly. “It’s okay,” Chris whispered softly.
“I… have a twin brother! An identical twin, actually,” Nicky explained, shaking a little. “But he died.”
The words hung heavily around them for several moments, the boys struggling to even comprehend the first revelation, let alone the second.
“Fuck!” Danny exclaimed in shock, a sentiment mirrored in Chris’ expression.
“It was… a long time ago, but… my birthday just… never felt right because it was always supposed to be OUR birthday!” Nicky went on.
“I’m sorry,” Danny said meekly. “We shouldn’t have…”
“No, it’s okay!” Nicky insisted, grasping at Danny’s arm. “Seriously, this was SO fun, it’s just… I love you guys and I trust you so I… wanted you to know!”
“What’s his name?” Chris asked softly, deliberately avoiding referring to him in the past tense.
“I…” Nicky started, glancing round. “I’d rather not say!”
“That’s okay,” Chris said, smiling back supportively.
“It was Matthew, wasn’t it?” Mikey asked, staring straight at his best friend.
Nicky shuddered at the name, staring back for a moment at Mikey. He nodded as he sniffed back tears and asked, “How did you know?”
“Your parents,” Mikey said. “There were a few times over the Summer, they… they called us Nicholas and Matthew by mistake.”
“I’m so sorry,” Nicky apologised.
“Don’t be stupid!” Mikey chuckled. “Being mistaken for your brother is, like, a huge compliment!”
Nicky smiled and laughed, holding the boy tightly. “Ugh, you guys are the best!” he said happily.
*****
Blane sat watching his younger brother approach. He had been working his normal Wednesday morning classes when he got the message from Chris asking for them to meet at lunchtime. It had been somewhat of a surprise. Although Chris had met with him and Mr Trent back on the first day to discuss Blane’s new role at the school, since then the two siblings had not really spoken much outside of casual greetings as they passed each other outside classes.
Blane had made several attempts at contact, both in person and digitally, but Chris continued to blank him. The elder sibling had eventually decided it was best to give Chris space to figure things out for himself. His little brother could be stubborn and petulant and pushing too hard was only likely to make him push back harder, so a little time was probably all that was needed. The request to meet was seemingly proof he was correct.
“Hey little man,” Blane said, standing as Chris approached. Their usual greeting involved a hug, but he remained unsure what sort of mood the younger boy would be in.
Chris lunged at his big brother, grabbing him tightly and burying his face in his chest.
“Chris, you okay?” Blane asked, slightly worried by the move and uncharacteristic silence.
“Sorry,” Chris said, pulling back a little but keeping hold. “Just… glad you’re alive!” he mumbled.
“Was there a… chance I wouldn’t be?” Blane asked, thoroughly confused.
Chris chuckled. “Sorry, long story, it’s been a weird day. I figured we should talk!” he said a little sheepishly.
“Good plan,” Blane said, sitting back down on the bench with Chris beside him. “Ready to tell me what’s going on? You’ve been a moody little bitch lately! I thought you were turning into Finn!” he joked, referring to their middle sibling.
Chris glared at his big brother for a moment then rolled his eyes. “I s’pose I have,” he admitted, then smiled as he said, “But not as bad as Finn! I just… I don’t get why you’re here!”
“You… invited me!” Blane said, looking round with a confused shrug.
“No ya dope, not here,” Chris said, gesturing to the ornamental gardens they sat in. “Kingswood. Why are you at Kingswood?”
Blane frowned and shook his head. “We covered this before. To get work experience while I get my physiotherapy and teaching qualifications in England!”
“And Kingswood was the only place you could do that, was it?” Chris demanded angrily.
“No, but it’s the only place I could do it where I got to see my little brother… or at least I thought I would!” Blane sighed. “I’ve seen Trevor more than I’ve seen you!”
“Who’s Trevor?” Chris asked curiously.
“Exactly!” Blane sniggered. “I wanted to spend time with my bro, that’s all!”
“That’s… that’s sweet, but still… it’s… it’s wrong!” Chris insisted. “You’re my family, you’re meant to be… ya know… at home, WITH the family and then I have my Kingswood family here. They’re not meant to… ya know… cross over!”
“Chris, you spent last year complaining non-stop about missing us all. Hell, you even had night terrors cos you were so damn afraid of being on your own!” Blane said accusingly.
Chris blushed a little. “You… know about that?” he asked shyly.
“Course I do. Who do you think the school was talking to while mam, dad and Ash were all in the hospital?” Blane asked.
“Yeah, well… that doesn’t mean you need to be here. You… you’re ruining it!” Chris complained.
“Me? How? I haven’t even seen you!” Blane argued.
Chris stood up and paced away, thinking how to put it. “Well I… I do stuff, I mean… I have… interests and I… I can’t DO them if… you’re here!”
“Oh, you’re talking sex stuff,” Blane said with a knowing nod.
Chris blushed and froze for a moment but nodded back.
“And your whole humiliation fetish!” Blane added with a smirk.
Chris looked like he was about to throw up. “H… how… how…”
“You think students are the only ones who gossip, bro?” Blane asked with a snigger.
“Fine, well… yeah… that!” Chris said, trying to power through his embarrassment with anger. “I can’t do that with you here!”
“You seemed to do fine with it back on your first day!” Blane said, smirking but serious none-the-less.
“No, well, that was… erm…” Chris stuttered, cheeks blazing red at the memory of being stripped and ejaculating almost untouched in front of Blane, Mr Beecham and the rest of his dormmates.
“And you don’t seem to be having any trouble right now!” Blane added, sniggering as he gestured to the slight bulge in Chris’ trousers.
Chris thrust his hands in front of his crotch and insisted, “That’s… that isn’t… I mean… it doesn’t mean anything!”
“Come here,” Blane said, holding out his arm. Chris hesitated so Blane gestured for him to approach. As his little brother complied, he put the arm around him and sat him back down on the bench at his side, leaving the arm draped around him. “Look, Chris. I know what this place is, I knew what goes on here before I came and even if I didn’t, I’ve seen more than enough already to figure it out. That means I know the sort of stuff you get up to and… honestly, I don’t care. Horny little perv or not, you’re still my little bro and I ain’t gonna shame ya for enjoying whatever you enjoy.”
“Yeah, I know,” Chris said, eyes fixed on the floor.
“Besides, I needed this! And you!” Blane said a little shyly, his cheeks reddening a touch.
“Huh?” Chris enquired curiously.
Blane sighed. “Look, I know you worship me and think I’m basically amazing and unstoppable,” he said with a slight smirk.
“Not even close, but go on,” Chris sniggered as he shook his head.
“But the Covid stuff, seeing everyone get sick… and then even sicker and then… going off to hospital,” Blane started, pausing to take a breath and compose himself. “It was tough, like, really fucking tough and I’m not ashamed to admit, I was scared, Chris! More scared than I’ve ever been in my life. But… they’re better now, mostly, and I needed to get away and be somewhere that stuff hadn’t happened.”
Chris slipped an arm around his big brother, leaning against him as he listened.
“And then I thought, hey, my little brother’s been missing his family and he’s been through the same scare I have, so why not go be with him. I might even be able to help him feel a bit better and feel a bit less alone!” Blane continued. He sighed wistfully. “But if I was wrong, if me being here really is just gonna make you miserable…”
“It’s not!” Chris insisted, a tear in his eye. He had always been close to all of his siblings, but being ten years older, there were things Blane didn’t usually share with him. So openly talking about how he felt, how scared he had been, he felt a swell of regret for the way he had acted for the last couple of weeks. He smiled at the young man and said, “I’m… glad you’re here… mostly!”
“Mostly?” Blane repeated, raising an eyebrow. He shrugged and said, “I guess I can take that.”
“I’m sorry you went through all that stuff. I guess I… didn’t really think about what it was like on your side,” Chris apologised. “But the… the stuff I do here…”
“Okay, mate, be honest. When I was there and you got stripped, did you get turned on because you were embarrassed for me to see it?” Blane asked bluntly.
Chris let out a slight whimper. If talking about feelings with his older sibling was unusual, talking sex was utterly unheard of. He inhaled deeply, exhaled slowly and admitted, “Yes… I did!”
“So is me being here really getting in the way, or is it maybe gonna make it more fun?” Blane asked.
“I hate you!” Chris grumbled, both of them knowing the answer.
“In fact, I could give you some punishments to help it along, if you like!” Blane offered, grinning.
“What? No!” Chris resisted, pulling away a little.
“Yeah, I could… order you to undress right now!” Blane suggested with a wink.
“Piss off!” Chris objected.
“Oh, did you just… swear at a member of staff?” Blane asked, standing up as he frowned and shook his head disapprovingly.
“Wait, no, I’m sorry!” Chris quickly backtracked, raising his hands defensively.
Blane hummed thoughtfully for a second then said, “Hmm, I think spending the rest of the day without clothes should teach you a lesson about respect!”
“You’re not serious?” Chris asked, terrified, though his cock throbbed.
“Are you refusing to do a punishment?” Blane asked flatly. “I seem to recall failure to comply with a punishment earns you even bigger punishments! Maybe even more chastity!”
“No, I’m not, I just…” Chris tried to object.
“Then what are you waiting for?” Blane asked, looking his little brother up and down.
“Blane, please…” Chris whined, but as the young man stared back at him, he sighed and began to undress. Within moments, he was down to just his boxers, though being naked would have been less embarrassing thanks to the obvious tent of his erection. As Blane cleared his throat to prompt him on, Chris sighed and pulled the underwear down.
“Very good,” Blane said, picking up the discarded clothing he had been folding neatly as Chris disrobed. “Now let’s go get some lunch!”
Chris groaned but didn’t say anything, worried his brother would find any excuse to make it worse, not that it would get much worse than walking naked and hard into the Dining Hall. Sure, all the older boys had seen it last year, but they had a short memory and the sight would doubtlessly trigger new waves of laughter. Then there were the new Year 7s too, this would be a new experience for them, as well as the first time Chris had been exposed to boys younger than himself.
They made their way along to the Home Building, up the steps and into the foyer, thankfully not passing anyone, most of the school already gathered in the Dining Hall. They headed for the loud, bustling room and stopped just beside the door.
“You ready, little bro?” Blane asked with a chuckle.
“No, but I don’t have any choice!” Chris complained. His cock was determined to embarrass him by being both visibly aroused and painfully small, though that was only Chris’ opinion, but compared to Nicky, anyone would seem small!
“Here, hold these,” Blane said, handing over Chris’ clothes. “There’s just… one more thing I forgot to mention!”
“What?” Chris asked, wondering what was coming next. Surely it couldn’t get worse!
Blane grinned and said, “I have absolutely no authority to give out punishments yet!” With a firm shove, Chris staggered through the door as Blane walked away laughing.
The Dining Hall dropped into sudden silence at the appearance of the naked boy, then burst into loud laughter as Chris stared for a moment in shock, furious at falling for his brother’s ploy. With laughs and cheers echoing round the hall and many disapproving glares from the teacher’s table, he quickly grabbed his underwear and started pulling them on. He hated Blane, but as the anger seethed, he could already feel how good the orgasm would be when he jerked off over this later!
*****
From the log of James Taylor, dorm 1.05, Year 8
Operation Hands-Off, day 13
Further experiments have proven unsuccessful. Despite a strict routine, full schedule and absolute avoidance of alone time, urges to defile myself continue to grow. Masturbatory trials have provided nothing but short-term relief, though the relief period grows shorter each time.
David has proven utterly useless in assisting in this matter, but this is likely because he lacks any experience with such issues, still being undeveloped and in chastity – the lucky git. I have not yet resorted to asking the lower minds of the dorm for assistance, but I may consider seeking help from Rob. He was unlocked at the same time I was and is doubtlessly facing the same problems I am. He is certainly one of the smarter members of our group, so it is my hope he will assist without mockery.
Attempts to resist self-pleasure have continued to result in undesirable attention. My genitalia seem determined to humiliate me at every opportunity, particularly at Swimming Club where they seem to think I wish for it to be at full arousal the whole time. To be clear, I do not. I have hypothesised that this may be caused by the presence other such similarly-attired boys, but such thoughts are not worth entertaining. If I have the willpower to resist masturbation, I can certainly avoid the allure of other boys and their lesser minds and their… naked bodies.
NOTE #17 – do not mention boys’ naked bodies. It appears to trigger an erective event.
In addition to the visible presence of my penis, avoidance appears to have resulted in an event David’s research suggests is called a ‘nocturnal emission’. I admit I was rather distressed at first when under the impression I had wet the bed and though I worry about issues of staining, at least I can remain confident I have retained bladder control.
It truly astounds me that other boys seem not only willing, but eager even to engage in such ridiculous and unnecessary distractions as sexual activity and self-gratification. Every minute they waste touching themselves is a minute they could spend studying and bettering themselves.
Time is limited now and I must complete a ‘preventative release’ in order to ensure no arousal occurs before Drama Club this evening. An erection at the pool has been difficult enough, I certainly do not need one when I’m literally in the spotlight.
NOTE #18 – For a non-academic activity, Drama Club is surprisingly useful and has assisted me in learning how to act more the way I am expected and avoid criticism for being ‘weird’.
Experimentation with mental imagery will continue during my next ‘preventative release’ and tonight I shall be thinking of the lunchtime incident today when Chris appeared inexplicably nude. I feel a little guilt using his humiliation to fuel my own disgusting masturbatory needs, but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him… and he looks very good naked! End of log.
*****
Once the school day was over at 3.45, the boys undertook ‘Quiet Study’ time from 4 until 5. This was a new arrangement, intended to allow the students to have a set time to either reflect on the day’s work, undertake any of the occasional homework assignments or generally do anything that assisted towards their studies without encroaching on the social time set out for them in the evening.
Like much of the boys’ time outside of classes, it was not supervised. The boys were trusted to take their Quiet Study time wherever they wished and asked to ensure they used the time sensibly. Anyone found simply slacking off was dealt with quite harshly and after seeing the punishments that were dished out in the first week, most of the student population fell into line and used the time responsibly.
For Josh, the time was a true godsend. The previous week he had drafted James, David and Rob to assist him in improving his grades through extra study and they were using the Quiet Study time effectively to help him towards his goal. Today he was spending the hour with David, working on Maths. They had booked one of the private study rooms that were available and sat together at the desk as Josh worked through some problems.
Once Josh finished he handed his work over to David who quickly marked it. Handing the tablet back, the younger boy said, “You did better this time!” He gave an encouraging smile.
Josh smiled as he took the tablet, but it quickly dropped as he saw his score. “I got half of them wrong!” he said sadly.
“Yeah, but that means you also got half of them right!” David said optimistically. “And you quickly identified the score as half of the total, so that’s progress too!” he said with a slight chuckle.
Josh grinned at the kind comment and David’s endless positivity. “Yeah. I s’pose so!” he agreed.
“And remember, we haven’t even been going at this that long. You’re not gonna get better overnight!” David insisted.
Josh sighed and nodded. “I know,” he said, deflated. “But I was still kinda hoping I would!”
“Keep at it. The teachers are right with what they said in your report, you can totally do this stuff, you just need time!” David encouraged. “Now, d’ya wanna finish there or you wanna take another look at dividing decimals?”
Josh groaned. “I don’t think my brain can handle that!”
David nodded and said, “That’s fair. You’ve done great today!”
“Thanks,” Josh said happily. “You’re a WAY nicer teacher than James!”
“Not surprising,” David chuckled. He loved his best friend, but warm and supportive he was not. “How about Rob? That going okay?”
Josh just pouted and sighed.
“There a problem?” David asked, concerned.
Josh sighed again. “It’s just… since he got unlocked, he seems… different!” He thought for a moment. “We’re the last ones locked, aren’t we!” he observed.
“Yeah,” David said, scowling a little. “It sucks. I want this thing off!” he said, reaching down to tug at the device in his pants.
Josh pursed his lips thoughtfully for a moment, frowning slightly. “Are you… scared about it?” he asked awkwardly.
“Scared of never getting it off maybe,” David chuckled. “Why?”
“Oh, no reason,” Josh lied. “Just curious!”
*****
Super-mega-crazy dare. That was what they had called it when the bet was made. It had started just with ‘dares’ but then they had raised the stakes and ended up with ‘super-mega-crazy dare’. The meaning had not specifically been defined but seemed to essentially mean ‘absolutely anything’ and Chris was owed one from Nicky, Mikey and Danny.
When he found out he had lost, Chris had expected the dare right away but had soon found the others wanted to take their time, give it some thought and make it as ‘super-mega-crazy’ as possible. In reality, he suspected they were just trying to tease him by dragging it out longer, but today he had been told they had finally decided.
Chris had been conflicted when they told him what it was, his humiliation-loving side absolutely enthralled by the risk, but his rational mind, despite still being addled by his lunchtime humiliation, was telling him it was absolutely stupid.
“Strip naked, sneak into Mr Trent’s apartment while he’s out doing his evening rounds of the dorm, cum in his apartment and then get back to the dorm!” That was Mikey had come up with, much to the amusement of Nicky and Danny. “Getting caught is funny, but not necessary!” he had added with a laugh.
It sounded simple enough, if perhaps stupidly risky and Chris knew it was very much achievable. He had been confident, almost cocky when he crept out of the dorm. The other four boys had been told about the dare, although they had withheld why Chris was doing the dare in the first place. It still felt a little weird to have bet on their friends’ sexual development and release from chastity. They had all watched Chris go but he eagerly shut the door behind him as he crept into the hall, shutting them off from seeing his progress.
Mr Trent’s apartment was only two doors away, with only dorm 1.06 between it and Chris’ own room. He had gone along quietly, peering down the corridor as he got to the corner to make sure the coast was clear of both Mr Trent and any lingering Year 7s or residents of dorm 1.06, then scurried across and opened the door, phone in hand ready to record the evidence of his success in case anyone doubted his honesty.
Each residential floor of the building had a Master, and each Master had their own apartment on the floor they supervised. All of the students had been into it, having had private meetings with the Floor Master, but outside of invitations such as that, they knew it was strictly off-limits.
With the door closed and Chris undiscovered, he held up his phone and started recording himself. Always enjoying the chance to show off, Chris decided that simply jerking off and leaving wasn’t enough and started a tour of the apartment. There was a short hallway just inside the door, with an archway on the far left that led to the living area, a door straight ahead that led to the bedroom and another door to the immediate right that led to the bathroom.
Chris started with the nearest door, opened it and headed in. “So here I am, naked in Mr Trent’s bathroom. This is his shower, where he gets naked and probably jerks off like everyone else… which is kinda hot!” He moved over to sit on the toilet. “And here I am on his toilet where he… does shits and stuff, sorry, that’s not sexy!” He had a quick look through the rest of the bathroom and declared, “Oh, lots of skincare stuff. Looks like Mr Trent likes to look after himself. I s’pose it works, he’s pretty hot… for an adult!”
Venturing back out into the hallway, he headed into the living area, leaving the bedroom as the last spot, where he would ‘complete’ the dare. In the living area, Chris tried out Mr Trent’s desk chair, spinning on it a few times, then jumped onto his sofa but there wasn’t much else to do.
Chris headed into the bedroom. Like the rest of the apartment it was furnished quite simply. A large double bed took up most of the room, with a bedside cabinet next to it, a large chest of drawers opposite the foot of the bed and a wardrobe beside the drawers. “And finally, Mr Trent’s bedroom… where he sleeps and probably fucks boys who misbehave too much. I know I would if I was him!” Chris chuckled. He jumped onto the bed then held up the phone and said, “What you’re seeing now is the view Mr Trent would have if he was fucking me for misbehaving!” He giggled at his own suggestion. “Now let’s see what secrets he’s hiding!” he said, reaching over to open the drawers in the cabinet beside the bed.
“Oooh, lube!” Chris declared as he peered in. “And condoms! Maybe I was right about what goes on in here! Maybe I’ll have to get caught on purpose and find out!” He dug a little deeper and declared, “Dildo! We have dildo!” Glancing at the length of the video made Chris realised how long he had been. Joking aside, he most assuredly did NOT want to get caught. “Well let’s finish what we came to do!” he declared as he climbed off the bed.
Despite the risk of the situation, Chris was not fully hard, but a few strokes later and he was up to his full four inches. “Kinda tempting to cum on his bed,” Chris chuckled as he continued to record himself, “But that might just give me away!” He stood stroking eagerly, feeling his orgasm approaching. “Ah, here it comes guys!” he announced but before he could give the final few strokes, he heard the sound of the main door opening.
‘FUCK!’ he screamed inside his head. He looked round in a blind panic. He had to hide, but the room was small and choices were limited. The bed had no space underneath it. The wardrobe had drawers on the bottom half so climbing up into the top half would probably make way too much noise. He could just lay on the floor beside the bed but would almost certainly be found.
On the verge of considering just revealing himself, Chris spotted a glimmer of hope. There was a narrow gap between the side of the wardrobe and the wall, probably just big enough for him to slip into. He shuffled in as quietly as he could. It was a tight fit, but as he moved as far back as he could go, he was satisfied that he was hidden.
“Yes Sir, I’m here now!” Mr Trent declared, sounding almost frantic.
‘Sir?’ Chris thought, wondering who the teacher might be speaking to so formally.
“Yes Sir, right away!” Mr Trent said, his voice getting clearer as he entered the bedroom.
Chris held his breath. The fact he couldn’t hear whoever was speaking suggested the man was talking on the phone, which hopefully meant he might be oblivious to any slight noises Chris’ presence may cause.
“Is that okay, Sir? Can you see me properly?” Mr Trent asked from worryingly close to Chris. “Okay Sir, blindfold is going on!”
‘Blindfold?’ Chris thought in shock. This wasn’t a formal conversation; this was a sex conversation! He was listening to a teacher having a sexy phone call. He felt his cock throb. It was pressed against the side of the wardrobe, sandwiched against his stomach. He suddenly remembered the phone in his hand, still recording. There was a chance it had caught what the teacher said! He wasn’t only witnessing Mr Trent’s private conversation… he was recording it! That was when the idea hit him… if Mr Trent was blindfolded… he might be able to do more than just listen.
He lifted the hand with the phone higher above his head, moving slowly and quietly, then raised the other one to swap hands before moving it out past the corner of the wardrobe. Poking it out as little as possible, he aimed it to the bed as he strained to see the screen. Mr Trent was kneeling on his bed, blindfold on, Airpods in, hands behind his head.
“Yes Sir!” Mr Trent answered to some unheard instruction. Immediately he began unbuttoning his shirt.
Chris did his best to stay quiet, but the realisation of what he was about to see was making it hard to resist humping the wardrobe, and even harder to resist cumming.
The teacher removed his shirt, revealing a surprisingly muscled torso, slightly reminiscent of Mr Beecham, but while the Maths/Swimming teacher was smooth, Mr Trent’s chest was covered in a neatly-trimmed layer of dark hair, a thick trail of it descending his stomach and disappearing into his trousers. As he removed the shirt, raising his arms, it revealed dark bushes in his pits, while his forearms were similarly hairy.
Chris hadn’t really imagined Mr Trent naked before, but he was both intrigued and excited by what he saw. He suspected the man might be hairy from his naturally dark hair as well as the heavy stubble he always kept neatly trimmed. His thick-rimmed glasses had been removed when he put the blindfold on.
“Okay Sir!” Mr Trent said to the next instruction, standing to start undoing his trousers. He shoved them down, revealing muscled, hairy legs. He stepped out of the trousers, kicking them aside then gave a quiet “Mmm-huh” and slowly started to turn, now dressed in just a pair of white Armani briefs.
Chris wondered how the man would feel if he knew he was giving a student such a wonderful display. That made him wonder if the person on the other end of the call might actually be a student themselves. He was shaken from the train of thought by the side view of the man which showed how much he was bulging. He was definitely, undeniably hard.
“Yes Sir!” the teacher declared as he stopped, facing his phone.
Chris almost ejaculated at the sight of Mr Trent yanking down his underwear, standing back up with a thick cock of six, maybe seven inches curving straight up ahead of him, hefty balls hanging below and a neatly-trimmed bush atop.
“Are you sure, Sir? I don’t have long!” Mr Trent said shakily. He sighed as he answered, “Yes Sir, I’ll get it!” He dropped to his knees then felt back for the cabinet, opening the top drawer and reaching inside.
‘Fuck! Please be the dildo, please be the dildo, please be the dildo!’ Chris thought over and over. He almost moaned his disappointment as he saw the bottle of lube pulled out, then a sudden surge of excitement as the other hand emerged… with the dildo. Out of his mind with horniness and excitement, Chris watched the man lube the dildo and his own hole then squat down onto the large phallus.
Squirting some more lube from the bottle to apply to his own, circumcised cock, Mr Trent began stroking hard and fast as he bounced eagerly on the dildo. Within moments he was moaning with excitement. “Do I have to?” he asked, sounding a little frustrated. He sighed and started quietly, “I’m your…” he stopped and sighed, “I’m your naughty little spunk-monkey, Sir!”
Chris stifled a snigger.
He sighed again and repeated, louder and more excitedly, “I’m your naughty little spunk-monkey, Sir!”
Chris was slowly pressed his crotch against the side of the wardrobe over and over, gradually edging himself towards release without wanting to be overheard.
“S… Sir… please… can I have permission… to cum?” Mr Trent begged while continuing his dildo-riding wank. “Please… please Sir, I’m so close!” His hand slowed as he was seemingly denied permission. “Siiiir, pleeeease!” he begged again, followed moments later by, “Oh, thank you Sir, here it comes!”
Unbeknownst to the man launching spunk across the room, he had triggered more than just his own orgasm. Biting his lip to keep from moaning, Chris’ cock twitched out a massive load, smearing it all over his own stomach and the side of the wardrobe. He kept the phone aimed at Mr Trent as the man stroked his way to the end of what looked to be a pretty intense orgasm.
“Oh, thank you Sir. Bye!” the teacher called out, then flopped back heavily onto the bed, panting for breath. He lay there for a few moments, then raised his hand and licked the dribbles of cum from it before reaching for his blindfold.
Chris immediately pulled the phone back, annoyed to miss out on the final few moments but not wanting to risk getting caught. He heard the teacher moving around the room quickly, followed moments later by footsteps and then the door into the hallway opening and closing. Chris immediately pulled himself free, taking a moment to record the remnants of cum to ensure he proved the task was completed, then looked around.
The dildo was laying there on the bed. He considered taking it, but knew it would give away someone had been in there. He noticed something else had been left behind too, a dribble a cum that was stuck the front of the chest of drawers. Grinning at it, Chris scooped it up onto his finger, ensuring he recorded it, then scurried out to the door.
He pulled it open and peeked out, just in time to see Mr Trent turn out the lights in dorm 1.03 before disappearing round the corner to 1.02. He ran out and back to his own dorm where he was met with sudden silence from the others.
“Well, did you do it?” Nicky demanded.
“I did!” Chris declared excitedly, “And I got a gift for Danny!” He moved towards his best friend and held out his hand, recording as Danny frowned for a moment, then sucked the cum from the digit.
“You saved him your cum, how sweet!” Mikey sniggered.
Chris froze. In the excitement of what he had seen, he had been intending to come in, tell them it was Mr Trent’s cum and show them the video but if he did, what might that do to Mr Trent? He had already invaded the man’s privacy. He had seen and recorded things that he shouldn’t. Could he really spread the man’s humiliation any further? “Yeah I did. I figured he’d like it!” he lied, ending the recording.