The Kingswood Eight - Chapter 9 (Patreon)
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Sunday 25 October 2020
The interesting thing about half-term and end-of-term breaks at Kingswood was that, for most boys, it was almost like they got to go home twice. The first one was at the start of the break, when they returned to their family homes to spend time with their parents and siblings. The second was when they came back, returning to their Kingswood home and Kingswood family.
It was always a lively day when the students returned. A week apart may not have seemed that long in the grand scheme of things, but for boys who were used to spending almost every hour of every day together, it could feel like a lifetime. This particular half-term break had been an unusual one for the boys of dorm 1.05 because it had been utterly… normal!
Back in Year 7, every break felt like it had been preceded by some horrific trauma, personal tragedy, or just general unpleasantness, but with their first one in Year 8 they had all parted on good terms and looked to be returning in a similar way… at least outwardly. The first boy back to the dorm seemed somewhat less happy than the rest of the school.
Rob had been conflicted about his return to Kingswood after his week with his parents and little brother. While he loved the school, thrived in his classes and enjoyed his extra-curriculars, his relationship with the others in his dorm had become increasingly strained during the start of the year. Half the dorm - namely Chris, Danny, Nicky and Mikey - had seemed like they were slowly but surely merging into one gestalt entity, a clique that seemed almost impossible to break into. Meanwhile, Rob’s best friend, Josh, seemed to be growing closer to the rest of the dorm with each passing week, while Rob could only watch from a distance, desperate to reconnect with his best friend but at a loss for how to do it. What annoyed Rob the most about the Josh situation was the fact that Danny was the one Josh was getting closest to. Annoying, perfect, always-up-in-everyone’s-business, swooping-in-to-save-the-day, golden-boy, know-it-all Danny!
The rest of the dorm, of course, knew none of this. That would require Rob to actually speak to them about his feelings and that was simply out of the question. He figured he didn’t need to… or shouldn’t need to anyway. If they wanted him as part of their group, they would invite him in, that’s how he saw it. They always seemed to know what each other wanted, so they obviously knew his desires too and simply chose to ignore them. He wasn’t about to force himself into somewhere he clearly wasn’t wanted, so for now all he could do was keep his distance and keep hoping that the invite to join their clique would show up one day and everything would miraculously get better.
On the bright side, while he didn’t feel welcome within the boys of his dorm, he at least had a different group of people outside the dorm who clearly wanted him - the rugby captains. Having been elected Year 8 captain earlier in the term, Rob had been welcomed in by the five older captains and now met with them a few times a week, sometimes for legitimate rugby-related discussions and planning team training, but more often simply just for hanging out and socialising. They were an elite group and got to enjoy things other boys in the school probably couldn’t even imagine.
Shortly before half-term, they had got together for a ‘lads night’, as it had been described. Rob was shocked to find out that lads night involved beer! Alcohol was something he hadn’t even imagined being at the school, but being twelve it wasn’t exactly something that crossed his mind often anyway. Rob was not allowed to partake, which seemed reasonable given his age but the three eldest captains – sixteen-year-olds Kai and Liam and eighteen-year-old Travis – had all drunk plenty. They didn’t get hammered, but definitely got a little tipsy which only spurred on the silly games and banter.
More surprising than the alcohol was when the ‘entertainment’ showed up, in the form of a Year 10 boy called Jasper. Rob had been advised he was their ‘slave’ for the night, a role he had chosen to take up as punishment for a misdemeanour he had committed that would have gotten him in more serious trouble had it been reported to the staff. Year 12 and 13 students were permitted to administer their own punishments, should they see fit. While they were often harsher than anything the teachers would give out, it also meant it didn’t go on their disciplinary record and, more importantly, wouldn’t be reported to their parents! That was the choice Jasper had made.
Rob had been understandably nervous about the whole arrangement at first, worried about anyone being made to do things against their will. As Jasper was Rob’s first ‘slave’ encounter, the older captains had offered him the chance to question Jasper and establish that he was, more or less, there of his own free will.
With the moral quandary out of the way, Jasper had got to work obeying their orders. He had been ordered to strip for the group, to the sound of truly cheesy music. He had been awful at it, which appeared to have been what the other boys were hoping for, allowing them to tease, humiliate and heckle him for it. He had then spent some time serving the group as a naked butler, occasionally pulled from his menial tasks to perform other humiliating actions to entertain the group of captains.
Jasper’s night of servitude had ended up, as you would expect, with him being used sexually. He had been spit-roasted by two other boys at a time though when it came to Rob’s turn to use him, he had been a little nervous and just stayed at the head end, claiming he wasn’t ready for fucking, which even drunk, the older boys fully respected. As much as the whole night could have looked seedy and suspicious, it all remained fun and light-hearted. Jasper had been checked on constantly to make sure he was still happy to continue and by the time his punishment was over, he actually seemed to have enjoyed the night, if only for the experience.
Settling back into the dorm as he returned from half-term, Rob kept thinking back on the lads night - how fun it had been, how much he had felt accepted, how he felt like one of the group. It was just so entirely different from how he felt in the dorm lately. Being the first one back, he had taken a seat on one of the sofas, quietly reading through the latest Book Club assignment as he awaited the return of his dormmates.
Danny was next to return, because of COURSE he was! Of all the boys Rob didn’t want to talk to, he didn’t want to talk to Danny the most. On some level he knew his anger at the other boy was unfounded. After all, Danny hadn’t REALLY done anything wrong, unless you counted stealing a best friend as wrong… but that didn’t stop the annoyance bubbling up as Danny strode in!
“Oh hey,” Danny said as he dumped his bags down by his wardrobe. “How was your break?” he asked cheerfully, approaching the sofas.
Rob just gave an indecipherable grunt, accompanied by a shrug without even looking away from his reading.
“You okay?” Danny asked, tilting his head curiously.
‘Oh yeah, you’d just LOVE me to not be okay,’ Rob thought to himself. ‘Another problem, another broken person for you to swoop in and fix because you’re perfect, wonderful Danny who does his perfect, wonderful Danny things.’ Realising he actually needed to answer, he gave a very curt, “I’m fine!” before thinking, ‘Of course, if you really WERE so perfect, you’d be able to see, wouldn’t you! You’d know I just… I want a hug, like you all give to each other all the time… and you’d know that I want you to… just… somehow know that I need it without me having to tell you. Maybe… you DO know and you just don’t care. Maybe that’s it. Maybe you CAN all see what I want but you just don’t want me to have it!’ With his mind racing, he barely noticed Danny staring back at him. “Problem?” he snapped moodily.
Danny just let out a gentle sigh and shook his head. “No. No problem,” he said, then turned to walk away.
Rob watched him walk down the dorm and start unpacking his bag. He wanted Danny to come back so badly but he couldn’t bring himself to say it. What if he was right? What if Danny really was deliberately withholding his attention, his affection. What if him and the others had deemed Rob not worthy of being one of them. Not feeling accepted was one thing, but asking for it and being told no… that felt like it’d be a million times worse, but still, he wanted to call out, to speak to him. He was just on the verge of speaking up when Chris wandered into the dorm.
“Oh, hey!” Danny said excitedly at the arrival of the other boy. Immediately they hugged.
Rob felt his fists and jaw clench all at once. ‘Two seconds! Two seconds and they’re already hugging. This HAS to be intentional. Now they’re just rubbing my face in it!’ he silently seethed to himself. He jumped to his feet and stormed down the dorm towards the door.
“Hey Rob, good half-term?” Chris asked with a sweet smile.
“Fucking marvelous!” Rob snarled as he marched past the other two boys and left the dorm.
“Geez, who pissed on his cornflakes?” Chris asked, a little taken aback by the abrupt response.
Danny just shook his head and shrugged.
*****
“Oh, Michael, how lovely to see you!” Mrs Jones said, as Nicky rolled his eyes at his mum’s use of Mikey’s full name.
“Hi Mrs Jones,” Mikey said, smiling sweetly. He had just waved off his own family and was about to start lugging his bags into the Home Building when he saw the Jones family arrive and decided to wait. “Hi Mr Jones!” he added, seeing Nicky’s Dad climb out of the car.
“Mikey,” the man said with a smile and a nod. “How’s it going? Have a nice break?”
“Yes Sir, it was very nice. Obviously not as good as my summer,” Mikey replied, grinning at the overt compliment he was offering, having spent most of the summer at their house.
“Suck up!” Nicky sniggered.
“Nicholas!” his Mum scowled.
“Sorry mum,” Nicky said, rolling his eyes.
“You’re welcome to come and stay with us again any time,” Nicky’s mother said, smiling sweetly. “Maybe over Christmas.”
Mikey smiled but it was clearly forced. “That’d be nice,” he answered, but then glanced to Nicky and said, “Although I reckon Nicky’d rather invite Chris over if you’re having guests!”
“There’s a Chris now?” Mr Jones asked, raising an eyebrow.
Nicky glared at Mikey furiously who smirked a little.
“Well if he’s as good a house guest as you were, Michael, we’d be happy to have him!” Mrs Jones said, nodding politely.
“Geez, get a room!” Nicky mumbled.
The comment earned another shrill, “Nicholas!” from his mother.
A couple of minutes of small-talk later and the two parents were on their way down the driveway, leaving the two boys, at their insistence, to carry their stuff inside.
“Fuck me, what you got in here?” Nicky asked, easily carrying one of his own bags over his shoulder and one in his left hand as he offered to take one of Mikey’s in his free hand. “Oh, you back onto the trading?” he asked as he quickly realised it was likely a bag full of unhealthy snacks for Mikey’s black-market business.
“Mmm-huh,” Mikey hummed. He had been keen to see Nicky’s parents again. Having such a strained relationship with his own parents and having enjoyed the summer at Nicky’s house so much, he had taken a real shine to the kind couple. Unfortunately, seeing them had only reminded him how much he had NOT enjoyed his half-term break with his own family, as well as his annoyance that Nicky had not invited him to stay again.
Nicky frowned at the dismissive response as they walked their way over to the Home Building. “Oh, and thanks for the Chris comment. Now I’m gonna be questioned about that next time I call home!” Nicky grumbled.
Mikey smirked. “He’s your boyfriend. Shouldn’t they know?” he asked a little sharply.
“Yeah, but only when I’M ready to tell them!” Nicky complained. “You’re such a dick!”
Mikey was ready to snap back at the insult but something else suddenly jumped into his head, prompted by the comment. “Speaking of dicks, I got exciting news!” he declared as they headed down the corridor towards their dorm.
“Oh yes? Do tell!” Nicky said, feigning formality as they wandered up the stairs.
Mikey grinned, thinking how best to explain it. For quite some time now, Mikey had been a little obsessed with the concept of self-fellatio, or ‘sucking my own dick’ as he usually worded it. Every now and then, he would give it a go. As his fitness and flexibility improved from all his sporting activities and his dick slowly (painfully slowly) grew as puberty trudged along, he had got closer and closer to achieving it. During half-term, with the privacy to give it several good tries, he had finally managed to feel his lips and tongue on the head of his own cock. “Well you know I’ve been trying to…” he started.
“Oh my god, you started without me!” Nicky suddenly yelled out as they stepped into the dorm and saw Chris and Danny laying together on their conjoined bunk, cuddling.
Mikey froze, mouth agape as he stopped talking from the interruption. He watched as Nicky ran across the room and jumped on the bed to join the other two. What started as a three-way hug quickly turned into two-way kissing between Chris and Nicky.
“Ugh,” Danny groaned as he rolled away from the couple. “Get a room!” he grumbled.
Nicky sniggered and said, “That sounds like a freaking good idea!” He began climbing off the bed and said to Chris, “Let’s go find one!”
“You two are awful,” Danny said, shaking his head.
“You’re just bitter cos you haven’t hooked up with Brian since you got back yet!” Chris teased.
“You could. I just saw him on the stairs on the way in!” Nicky advised as he headed for the door with Chris. While his boyfriend would have been happy shagging in the dorm, regardless of who would see them, Nicky was a little more modest and clearly wanted some privacy for their reunion.
“Brian’s back?” Danny asked, grinning broadly. “Well I’m off!” he said, also heading for the door.
“Sorry Mikey, catch up with ya later!” Chris said as they all headed out of the dorm.
Mikey let out a sigh as he was left standing alone in the dorm. He dragged his bags over to his wardrobe and placed them down, then walked across and lay down onto Chris and Danny’s bunk. He remained there for a few seconds before he frowned and let out a slight whimper. “No, shut up!” he muttered quietly.
*****
Chris let out a contented sigh as he leaned against Nicky. They had started making out the moment they were alone and it had continued for a good ten minutes before they finally stopped, now just holding each other. “I missed you so much!” he said dreamily.
“Hmmm,” Nicky hummed thoughtfully.
Chris pulled back, frowning at the taller boy, then in a mocking tone said, “Oh, I missed you so much too, honey, I don’t know how I made it so long without you!”
“Oh, sorry,” Nicky said, chuckling awkwardly at the suggested response. “I was just thinking about Mikey!”
“Wow, back with me ten minutes and already thinking about other boys. You sure know how to make a guy feel special!” Chris joked, getting an eye roll and head shake from Nicky. “I get it though, he’s cute!” he added with a snigger.
“Cutest in the dorm, apparently,” Nicky teased.
Chris smirked. “Oh, you remembered that,” he said awkwardly. During a game of truth or dare on his birthday, he had been asked who was the cutest in the dorm and he had said Mikey.
“Of course!” Nicky said, jokingly raising a disapproving eyebrow. “But I was just… I dunno, feeling bad for ditching him right away!”
Chris sighed and nodded. “Yeah, I guess that WAS kinda mean, but it’s not like he doesn’t know we’re together or anything. He can’t be surprised either of us want to see our boyfriend after a week apart. I mean, he IS okay about us, right?”
Nicky sighed and shrugged. “I… actually don’t know,” he confessed, looking guilty.
“You two haven’t talked about it?” Chris asked, mildly concerned.
Nicky shook his head. “No, we haven’t… but I guess we haven’t really talked about much of anything for a while.”
Chris let out a gentle moan. “I feel bad. I’m clearly too big a distraction for you!” he said with a grin.
“Only thing that IS too big,” Nicky teased with a playful grin.
“Ouch, my feelings,” Chris pouted, clutching his chest.
“Aww, I’m sorry,” Nicky sniggered, reaching out to grab his face and pull him into a kiss.
“Mmmm,” Chris mewed happily as he pulled away. “You wanna go back and check on Mikey or you wanna keep doing this?”
“I wanna check on Mikey,” Nicky answered honestly, then sighed and said, “But I totally know I’m not going anywhere!”
“Oh good,” Chris said, then grabbed Nicky’s t-shirt and pulled it up over his head. “Mmmm, hello chest!” he said playfully as he placed both hands on Nicky’s chest then leaned in to kiss the centre of it. “I think I’m ready, by the way!”
“Mmm, yeah, I can feel that!” Nicky chuckled, pressing his crotch forward to feel Chris’ bulge with his own.
Chris giggled and shook his head, kissing the taller boy’s chest again. “No, I meant I think I’m ready to try again,” he said. When Nicky still clearly wasn’t catching on, he lowered his hand to grab his sizeable bulge and said, “Putting this…” he turned pressed his butt against the bulge, then tilted his head back as he leaned on Nicky and said, “In here!”
Nicky let out a noise that defied spelling. “Are you… sure?”
“Mmm-huh,” Chris hummed. “You know I’ve been letting Danny do it for a while,” he explained.
“Yeah, no offence to Danny, but we’re hardly the same size!” Nicky said with a smirk. It was nice to be in a situation where his large dick was a source of confidence and not embarrassment.
“I know,” Chris nodded, turning back and raising his hands to Nicky’s neck, his fingers interlinking at his nape, “But I’ve got used to fucking and I tried some… bigger things over half-term and now I think I’m ready for… your bigger thing!” he giggled.
“Fuck, okay, damn,” Nicky said, a little taken aback. He was definitely keen to fuck his boyfriend, but considering the aborted first attempt back on his birthday, he had no intention of rushing it. “But maybe… not right now!”
“No, really, I’m ready!” Chris insisted.
“I believe you,” Nicky said, kissing him briefly. “But… it’ll be our first time. I’d kinda like it to be a bit more special than a quickie in a study room while we’re both thinking about Mikey!”
Chris smiled and nodded. “Good point. Well for now then, guess I’ll take it in the other end!” he said, eyes flashing mischievously as he slowly dropped to his knees, letting his hands slide down Nicky’s exposed torso.
“Unnh,” Nicky moaned happily, letting his head rest back against the wall as he closed his eyes. He stood and let Chris pull down his jeans then felt a hand groping at his cock through his boxers.
“I’ve missed you!” Chris said happily.
Nicky went to reply, but looked down and grinned as he asked, “Did you just say that to my dick?”
Chris grinned back and nodded, then leaned forward to wrap his lips around the boxer-clad shaft.
“Yeah, he missed you too!” Nicky chuckled, closing his eyes again.
Chris continued to work the large dick without releasing it from Nicky’s underwear, the fabric slowly moistened by his saliva around the shaft and by Nicky’s own pre-cum at the tip. He caressed Nicky’s balls with one hand, while letting his other slide up inside the leg of the underwear to grasp at his buttock, both boys moaning at the gentle touching.
Nicky’s moans of pleasure gradually turned to groans of frustration as Chris’ playful teasing continued, pleasuring the large tool without releasing it. “God, just suck it already!” he growled.
Chris chuckled as he grasped the dick through the moist material and looked up. “Really not a fan of taking it slow, are ya?”
“Nuh-uh,” Nicky said, shaking his head. “How you did No Nut November last year is a freakin’ miracle to me!”
Chris responded to the mention of the cum-free event with a grunt that managed to betray both his frustration and excitement over it all at once.
“Oh, looking to make it an annual thing?” Nicky asked, eyes flashing mischievously as he looked down at the kneeling boy.
“No!” Chris said, hating the fact that his own cock was literally throbbing.
“Well let’s get the Halloween party out of the way first, then see what we can do about November!” Nicky said happily. “But first… just suck my freakin’ dick, okay!”
“Yes Sir!” Chris said happily as he finally pulled Nicky’s underwear down and stared in admiration at the huge cock that swung free. “That’s my reward!” he said, suddenly looking almost nauseous at his own idea. Looking up at Nicky who seemed confused he said, “Make me do it. Make me do No Nut November and if I do it, I get to ride this!” he said, grasping the meaty tool.
“Fuck!” Nicky exclaimed. “Are you serious?”
Chris trembled but nodded.
Nicky leaned down and grabbed Chris’ face, then pulled him into a passionate kiss. As he let go, he said, “It’s a deal! Now for FUCK’S sake. Suck. My. Dick!”
Chris dove forward onto the erection so quick he gagged as it hit the back of his throat. He coughed and spluttered a little but quickly recovered and started sucking properly.
“Ah yeah,” Nicky moaned contentedly. His hands were running through Chris’ hair, but as the pleasure grew, he gripped tightly onto it and began to fuck his face. Several eager thrusts was all it took to get Nicky to the edge, with Chris’ earlier teasing proving more effective than he realised. “I’m gonna cum,” he growled happily before spurting his load down Chris’ throat. He kept fucking the other boy’s face as he shot, gradually slowing until he came to a complete stop and released his grip on Chris’ hair.
Chris stared up with watery eyes as Nicky looked back down, both smiling serenely.
“Damn that was good,” Nicky said happily as Chris stood back up, falling into his arms.
“Ooh, that reminds me, I came up with some really cool ideas over half-term for that song we were playing around with and I wanted to try them out with you. Let’s go grab our guitars!” Chris said excitedly.
“Okay,” Nicky chuckled. Chris had to be one of the only boys he knew who could put anything else ahead of a need to cum, but when he had music on the brain, nothing else mattered. “Wait, what about Mikey?”
“Oh, erm… maybe we can catch up with him later instead. He’ll be cool,” Chris said dismissively.
Nicky hummed, clearly unsure, but nodded anyway. “Okay, let’s go,” he agreed.
*****
When Danny appeared at the door to dorm 2.10, he had been eagerly greeted by the four occupants. He had been offered a delighted hug by his mentor, Joseph, while John and Sam, mentors to James and Rob respectively had both offered him fist bumps. Brian, his boyfriend, had obviously greeted him much more passionately, the two boys unashamedly sharing a kiss that lasted long enough for the other boys in the room to start making dry-heaving noises and throwing things at them.
It was all light-hearted, of course. The four boys were close and had quickly gotten used to having Danny around so often. He was as welcome in their dorm as Brian was in Danny’s. While Brian had suggested quietly to Danny that they go off somewhere to ‘really enjoy’ their reunion, Danny had insisted he didn’t want to take Brian away from his friends and insisted on joining them all instead.
Joseph had been first back and was fully settled in, while the others had not been back long, so Brian sat on one of the sofas with Danny on his lap and Joseph took the other while John and Sam continued their unpacking.
Danny’s refusal of sexual activity had been somewhat surprising to Brian, mostly because he didn’t think Danny had said no before… to anyone… ever! He soon found out there was a reason for it though. As Danny sat on the older boy’s lap, looking like the two were just cuddling, he had slipped his hand down and was discretely squeezing on Brian’s dick.
“Stop it,” Brian had muttered at first.
“No way,” Danny giggled back at him quietly.
Brian was a strange one when it came to his friends and sex. He was supremely comfortable in his own skin and seemed to have no qualms about fully exposing most of his body to anyone. In fact, at Halloween last year he had willingly chosen a costume that showed off pretty much everything. But when it came to his dick, which Danny was happy to say was rather prodigious, he was almost pathologically shy. That shyness extended to sexual activity in general.
Brian would never dream of doing things as publicly or openly as Danny. Though he certainly enjoyed seeing Danny do it, he would never partake in it himself. From what Brian had said, along with what little information Danny had gleaned from Joseph, it seemed Brian had never really been too sexually active in his first few years at the school either. While it was common, verging on mandatory, for boys to play with each other in their dorms, Brian had always shied away from it in his own room.
Danny was capitalizing on Brian’s shyness as he sat on his lap discretely pleasuring him. As much as Brian objected, Danny knew he wouldn’t make too big a thing of it for fear of having the others know what had been happening. So they sat, both engaging on happy conversation with the other three boys about what they had all done over half-term, with Danny’s hand slowly working its magic.
Every time Brian spoke, Danny increased his pace or the tightness of his grip just a little, each time hoping to make his lover stumble over his words or moan with pleasure and give himself away, but Brian’s self-control was astounding and the others either didn’t notice what was happening, or did notice and chose not to respond.
“Danny, stop,” Brian whispered as he felt his release was imminent.
Danny just grinned and continued. He felt the older boy’s body tense beneath his own as warm wetness began to engulf his hand. He continued squeezing throughout the orgasm and a few seconds after it had finished, though he decided not to be too mean and tease the post-orgasmic cock. He pulled his hand back and grinned at Brian as they both looked at the remnants of spunk on it, the rest of the load currently soaking into Brian’s underwear.
“I fucking hate you sometimes,” Brian growled.
“Hate you more!” Danny chuckled, then licked a glob of spunk from his hand and leaned in to kiss Brian. “Well this has been fun,” Danny said, suddenly jumping off of Brian’s lap.
Joseph glanced over at his best friend and sniggered as he caught a glimpse of the obvious bulge and wet patch on his grey sweatpants but didn’t say anything as Brian quickly covered up, blushing.
“But I gotta go,” Danny said, sighing. “Something I gotta do,” he added, sounding a little downbeat.
Brian reached out and grabbed his hand. “Something bad?” he asked softly. “Want me to help?”
“Aww, you’re too sweet,” Danny said, leaning down to kiss Brian again. “But no. It’s bad… but necessary and… I kinda need to do it alone!”
“Okay, well if you need me, you know where I am!” Brian offered.
“Yeah, sat here in a puddle of his own spunk!” Joseph muttered so only Brian and Danny could hear. He got a quick laugh from Danny and a furious scowl from Brian.
Danny headed for the door but stopped as he passed the other two. “Oh, Sam, I meant to say before… you… might wanna check in with Rob,” Danny said cautiously. “He seems… I dunno, maybe a bit off!”
Sam shrugged. “You might be best speaking to Alex,” he said, referring to his mentee’s new boyfriend. “Since they got together, I barely see Rob!”
“Yeah, me neither,” Danny sighed. He glanced back to Joseph, who was still quietly teasing Brian. It made him wonder if he was doing the same. Had he been neglecting time with his own mentor because of Brian? He made a mental note to make plans with Joseph before heading out of the dorm.
He headed back down to the first floor and as he turned the corner to heading towards the dorm, spotted Josh disappear around the next corner, just about to go inside. “Perfect timing,” he muttered to himself. He hurried along and entered the dorm. It was substantially busier than when he had left earlier.
Chris and Danny were down the far end, both holding their guitars and talking quietly to each other while playing occasional riffs. Mikey was sat cross-legged in front of his wardrobe, organizing his black-market snacks, James and David were sat at one of the desks, already engaged in a game of chess and Rob was sat on the sofas, reading on his tablet. He had heard Josh call out a quick hello as he got into the dorm, following in right behind him.
As the others started shouting their greetings back to the last arrival, Danny tapped him on the shoulder.
Josh let out a surprised yelp and span round, scowling a little as he said, “You scared the crap outta me!”
Danny sniggered and said, “Sorry. Erm… I know you only just got back, but… could we go and talk somewhere?”
“Sure,” Josh said, tossing his bags down by his bunk. He shot Rob a quick smile and got one back, but it quickly dropped as he saw him leave with Danny.
As the two boys headed along the corridor towards the stairs, they chatted casually about half-term, Josh eagerly sharing more details of his time with his new adopted family. As they reached the ground floor, Danny nodded off towards one of the benches in the back corner of the foyer and they headed over to sit down, mostly hidden from the boys passing through to the stairs.
“So what’s up?” Josh asked, mildly concerned by the seriousness apparent on Danny’s face.
“I’ve been… thinking a lot about you over half-term. I mean, before that too, but being away gave me proper time to think!” Danny started seriously.
Josh gasped. “Are you in love with me? Are you gonna cheat on Brian? That’s crazy, he’s hot!” he joked.
“Yeah he is,” Danny grinned dreamily, but then shook his head and looked stern again. “But no, it’s not that. It’s… I need to know if you’ve… got help yet.”
“Sure. I’ve got Rob, James and David all tutoring me and my grades are already improving!” Josh said proudly.
“No, I mean…” Danny started, then sighed. “You KNOW what I mean. With your… your nightmares or night terrors or whatever they are!”
“Oh, erm… they’re… they’re not so bad now,” Josh lied, staring down at his hands.
“Okay, well, that’s bullshit!” Danny said bluntly.
Josh huffed. “It’s fine. I’m dealing with it!” he said sharply.
Danny huffed back. “Ignoring it ISN’T dealing with it, Josh!” he said back firmly.
“Well what’s it got to do with you?” Josh demanded angrily. “If I’m bothering you then I’ll leave you out of it! Next time, I’ll… I dunno… hug a pillow or something!”
Danny stared back open-mouthed for a second. “It’s got EVERYTHING to do with me!” he snapped, then paused, taking a deep breath as he unclenched the fists that he hadn’t even realised he had made. He exhaled slowly and said, “Look, I know these are YOUR issues and it’s a YOU thing so I shouldn’t be trying to make it into a ME thing, but…” he paused, looking round to make sure nobody was nearby as he blushed a little. “Josh, I’m scared!” he confessed.
“Of what?” Josh asked, his anger reduced a little my Danny’s calmness.
Danny closed his eyes for a moment, unsure whether he should say what he was thinking. He certainly didn’t want to upset Josh, but he needed the other boy to take things seriously, so he took another deep breath and said, “Looks, with the first one, up on the roof, I was there in time to stop you; with the second one, taking a dive off your bunk, I was there in time to catch you but… the third time… what if I’m not there, Josh?”
Josh looked like he had been punched in the gut, the wind completely knocked out of him. He just stared at Danny, unable to speak.
“One of the first things I do every single morning is look over at your bunk to make sure you’re there and make sure you’re alive,” Danny confessed. “And what’s got me so scared is that I’m worried you keep ignoring your problems and one day when I look over… you’ll be gone and I’ll be too late and… I…” Any more words were lost in the tears that began to flow.
Josh grabbed Danny, holding him tightly, his own silent tears streaming down his cheeks. They just sat holding onto each other for several minutes before either of them began to calm.
“I’m sorry,” Josh whispered. “I didn’t… I didn’t know…” He sniffed back more tears. “I didn’t know you felt like this!”
Danny sniffed and pulled back, wiping his cheeks with the back of his hand. He sniffed again and explained, “Like I said, it’s not a ME thing so ignore all this,” he gestured to his tear-streaked face. “I just want YOU to be okay, Josh… so… I’m going right now to talk to Dr Arkwright about it and I’m going whether you come or not, but… I do want you to come with me!”
“But… but…” Josh stuttered. “What if…” he sighed heavily. “My brothers are… are not bad people, they’re just… really, really broken but what if… I am too. They had to leave because they were so fucked up and… what if they decide I’m too fucked up as well and make me leave? I can’t do that. I love it here! It’s the first place I’ve ever been happy!”
“Wait, is that…” Danny began, an icy-cold feeling in his stomach as he considered the comment. “Is that why you haven’t got help yet? You think they’re gonna make you leave?”
Josh sniffed and nodded.
“You fuckin’ idiot!” Danny said, chuckling slightly. “You’re not gonna be punished for getting help, I promise!”
“Really?” Josh asked, his eyes wide and watery.
“Really!” Danny insisted. “Now come on,” he said, standing up and offering his hand to Josh. “Let’s go do the right thing!”
Josh stared up at him for a moment, then took a deep breath and accepted the hand. As he stood, he kept hold of it, keeping a tight grip as they headed for Dr Arkwright’s office.
*****
“Checkmate!” David said happily.
James let out a frustrated moan. “But… wait… no…” he stuttered, studying the chess board, convinced David couldn’t have won. They played quite often, both at their regular chess club sessions but also outside of it and it was rare that James lost. In fact, he rarely lost to anyone. The only person to have beaten him consistently was Mr Richter, the school’s French teacher and chess master, though by his own admission it likely wouldn’t be long until James even surpassed him.
“That wasn’t even hard!” David said, not gloating so much as voicing his genuine surprise.
“Well I think I may have been a little distracted,” James grumbled.
David looked round at the activity going on around them and shrugged. “I had the same distractions you did,” he said casually.
James huffed. “No, I meant… by something else. By the… stakes of the game!” he said, raising his eyebrows to emphasise the point he didn’t want to vocalise.
“Oh, I see!” David said, nodding knowingly.
He had agreed to the terms James set out under the full expectation James would win. ‘If I win, you have to unlock me and make me cum’. That was what James had demanded. David was okay with that. It had been over a week since James’ last release, thanks to the half-term break, and David very much enjoyed being able to play with James’ dick, the closest surrogate he could get to playing with his own penis.
“Can we make it best two out of three,” James requested hopefully.
David frowned. “You know, if you really want to do it, you can just ask and we’ll do it!”
“No!” James insisted sharply, quickly lowering his voice for fear of being overheard by the others. “No, the point of me being… in this thing… is that I CAN’T just DO it whenever I feel like it. It’s a waste of time and energy and not something I should be bothering about so… so it should… be kept to a minimum!” he explained.
“It’s not a waste of time if you enjoy it!” David said back with a gentle smile.
“No. No!” James said back sharply. “That’s the sort of reasoning people ALWAYS use to justify things they want to do but shouldn’t and… and… if you do, then… then it’s just a matter of time until you end up… dead on the kitchen floor with a needle in your arm! No…. just no!” He stood up and headed out of the dorm, some of the others looking at him for his sudden dash.
“James, wait!” David called out, chasing after him after seeing him continue out of the dorm. As he got out into the hallway, he almost dashed off to the left, expecting James to have headed for the exit, but as he glanced to the right he saw James stood there.
The corridor ended in a dead-end just past the door to the dorm, a large window looking down over the grounds. James had opened the window as much as the restrictor would allow and seemed to be trying to breathe in some of the cool air from outside.
“Hey, you okay?” David asked, placing a hand on his friend’s back as he approached.
“Yeah, sorry, that was… I dunno,” James said, shaking his head as he poked out his bottom lip to blow air up over his face as he exhaled.
“I didn’t mean to upset you,” David said meekly.
“You didn’t!” James insisted. “That was… confusing,” he explained, looking genuinely lost.
“You know there’s nothing wrong with sex, or wanking or stuff like that, don’t you?” David asked. “Your whole thing about it, you… don’t really think it’s wrong… do you?”
James shook his head as he said a very uncertain, “I don’t know!”
“Then let’s make it simple,” David said, nodding assertively. “I’m gonna go take a shower. I’m taking your key with me. If you join me, I’ll use the key. If you don’t, I won’t!”
James stared back at the other boy for a moment, then nodded and gave one of his very rare, and utterly adorable, smiles. “I could use a shower!” he said happily.
“Great, let’s go,” David said with a chuckle.
“Wait,” James said, reaching out to grab him. He pulled the other boy into a quick hug. “Sorry,” he said as he let go, clearly embarrassed about the gesture. “I thought you deserved a hug but didn’t wanna leave it til we’re naked and make it weird!”
David grinned. “You’re welcome to hug me any time you like – clothed OR naked!”
“Ugh, don’t go getting soppy on me,” James said, rolling his eyes.
A few minutes later, both boys were walking into the shower room together.
As David headed for a cubicle, James stopped, arms folded as he stared at the ‘out of order’ sign on the cubicle in the back corner. “You know, we should start a petition or something to make them get that fixed!” he grumbled.
“We could,” David nodded, looking back at his friend. “Or we could do what we came here to do,” he added, waving the key to James’ chastity device.
“Sex getting in the way of progress once again,” James grumbled as he followed David into the cubicle and shut the door.
David quickly unlocked the device as James stood, letting him remove it. With it gone, he was now fully naked in front of his friend. “Could I… suck it?” David asked meekly as he stared up, doe-eyed for a moment before he winced a little and added, “After you’ve showered, obviously!”
James sniggered at the addition then shrugged. “Sure, do what you like,” he said.
The two boys quickly showered, their bodies occasionally touching as they moved around and washed themselves off. David shuddered a little as he felt James’ soapy hands on his back.
“Figured I’d lend a hand. You can do mine,” he said casually.
“Mmm-huh,” David hummed, enjoying the innocently intimate touch. He let out an almost inaudible moan as the hands eventually pulled away, but it meant he was then able to take his turn. He retrieved a glob of shower gel and rubbed his hands together before placing them on James’ shoulders. He slowly began to circle his hands over the other boy’s shoulder blades, gradually working down to cover more of his back.
“That feels nice,” James said with a happy sigh.
“Good,” David said softly. “Can I… do it now?” he asked shyly.
James turned and let the shower spray wash away the final few bubbles from around his crotch, his cock already hard. “Don’t want you getting shower gel in your mouth. It contains parabens that cause all sorts of cancers!”
David frowned and shook his head as he smirked. “Your foreplay really needs work!” he joked.
“Sorry,” James blushed.
“Don’t be. It’s cute!” David said happily as he reached forward and took hold of the small erection. He gave it a few strokes before leaning over to give it a tentative lick. He stood back up and looked to James, clearly seeking approval to continue, like a sommelier offering a first sip.
James nodded and David immediately squatted down, cursing his own chastity device for stopping him from playing with himself as he licked the cock once again. He continued to lap at it, the underside, the top, the tight balls, around the head, none of it escaped the eager boy’s attention. He finally took the plunge and took the dick fully into his mouth.
James let out a whimper and suddenly pulled away, trembling.
“Wh… what’s wrong?” David asked nervously as he stood up. “Was it… was it bad? Did I do it wrong?”
James closed his eyes taking a few deep breaths as he calmed himself. He opened his eyes to see David so upset he was almost in tears. “No, no you… didn’t do anything wrong, it was just that feeling… it was… weird. I’m sorry. Maybe… just stroke it for now.”
“We don’t… have to,” David said, staring down at his fidgeting hands.
“I want you to,” James urged him.
“Okay,” David said, nodding. “Maybe… like this?” he suggested, gently turning James and wrapping his arms around him, one hand stroking his stomach while the other dropped to his dick.
“Yeah, that’s good,” James said, gently leaning back against David.
They nuzzled against each other as David wanked James off, quickly but gently as the warm water cascaded down over them both.
“Mmm… yeah… that’s good,” James mewed, pressing back harder against David as he felt his cock burp up it’s small load, the white good washing away down the drain immediately.
David remained in place for a minute, holding James who seemed happy to let it continue. “You sure you want the device back on?” he asked quietly.
“Yeah,” James requested quietly. “For now, thanks.”
*****
“Nighty night,” Nicky said sweetly, kissing Chris on the forehead.
Chris let out a gentle moan as Nicky started to pull away. He pulled him close and they kissed, their tongues gently probing at each other for several seconds before Chris eventually let go. “See you in the morning,” he whispered. He was unsure if any of the others were even asleep yet, but it was just common courtesy to keep voices down after lights out.
Nicky gave another quick kiss, this time on the cheek, then climbed out of the bed Chris and Danny shared. He couldn’t help smiling to himself. By the time he got round to the ladder up to his own bunk, above Danny’s side of the double bed, Chris had already rolled over and cuddled up to his best friend.
Nicky climbed the ladder and gently flopped down into his own bunk. He lay for a second, thinking happily about the boy laying below. He could have stayed down there, he knew he was welcome, but Nicky was not a cuddly sleeper, he needed space, unlike Chris who had probably not slept without being wrapped around someone else his entire time at Kingswood.
“Hey, you awake?” Nicky whispered to the boy beside him. His bunk was separated from Mikey’s by the safety rail that surrounded both of their top bunks. It was nice really, as he got to have someone close by while he slept, while the rails maintained sufficient personal space.
Mikey just gave a grunt without moving or using actual human words to answer the question.
“You glad to be back?” Nicky asked, just trying to start a conversation. It hadn’t been until his earlier talk with Chris that he really noticed how little time he and Mikey had spent together since he started his relationship with Chris. He had intended to spend some time with his best friend during the day, but his hook-up with Chris had led into their musical musings, then dinner had happened, then the dorm had spent the evening just as a whole group and before he knew it, it was bedtime and he hadn’t even gotten Mikey alone once.
“Obviously!” Mikey said back sharply.
Nicky cursed himself for asking such a stupid question. Mikey hated being at home with his own family, that had been one of the main reasons he had come to spend most of the summer break with Nicky, so it was obvious he wouldn’t have enjoyed spending half-term at home. “Wasn’t the same at home without you,” Nicky said, trying to offer an olive branch.
“Probably should have invited me then, shouldn’t you!” Mikey said sharply.
Nicky mentally kicked himself again. He was trying to be nice but had just rubbed in the fact he hadn’t done it. “Yeah, sorry, I guess I didn’t think about it,” he apologised.
“You mean you didn’t think about ME!” Mikey replied pointedly.
Nicky shook his head. How was he managing to say exactly the wrong thing over and over? “I’m sorry,” he apologised.
“It’s fine,” Mikey replied flatly.
“It’s clearly not!” Nicky disagreed.
“Oh, so you know how I feel, do you?” Mikey asked sharply, sitting up to stare over at the other boy. “Go on then, tell me how I feel. Clearly I’m too stupid to know for myself, so you tell me instead!”
“I… I didn’t…” Nicky stuttered. “I mean… I don’t know…”
“No, you don’t!” Mikey said sharply. “You don’t know anything. So shut up and let me sleep!”
Nicky opened his mouth to reply, but based on how badly the conversation had gone, he knew he was only going to make things worse. Instead he just rolled over and let out a gentle sigh as Mikey did the same.