The Kingswood Eight - Chapter 14 (Patreon)
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Chapter 14
Monday 30 November 2020
‘Monday’ and ‘good’ were words that never really went together. After all, what is Monday if not the funeral of a weekend and the birth of a brand-new painstaking trudge towards the next two days of freedom. Yet somehow, today was already looking to be good day!
Danny had got up early as usual, but rather than heading off to the gym for his morning workout with his new trainer, Blane, he headed upstairs to dorm 2.10 to wake up Brian for an early birthday celebration. Danny’s boyfriend/Chris’ mentor was turning sixteen today and Danny was determined to make it the best birthday ever for him and that meant starting the day with at least one orgasm before breakfast, maybe more!
As happy as Danny would have been riding Brian until he screamed right there in front of his dormmates, Brian had a great deal more modesty than his young boyfriend. While they had stayed in his bed at first, cuddling and kissing for several minutes, they had eventually scurried out of the dorm.
“Happy birthday!” Danny said, when they were finally out of earshot of the others and no longer at risk of having things thrown at them for being noisy too early.
“It’s about to be!” Brian giggled, playfully groping Danny as they hurried along the corridor.
As they reached the door to the shower room and Brian opened it, Danny pouted and said, “I thought we could maybe try the Common Room first!”
Brian let out a frustrated moan. On one hand, he loved Danny exposing himself and doing risky things but on the other, he hated doing them himself. Already tugging at his rigid dick, Brian needed to get it inside the boy quickly and a discussion about location just felt like it would prolong the wait. He sighed and nodded as he let the door close and headed into the Common Room instead.
Despite being somewhat smaller, Danny virtually threw Brian onto the sofa in the TV area then launched himself on top of him. Both were dressed in just underwear, so getting naked took no time at all, the clothing quickly kicked aside as they kissed, wrapping themselves around each other. Brian was rubbing his erection against the younger boy the whole time and Danny could certainly take a hint.
Pulling away from Brian’s perfect, kissable lips, smiling as the older boy’s beautiful eyes opened and stared back at him, Danny sat up. His erection pointed skywards, while his hairless balls rested gently on Brian’s rigid tool.
“Wait, we don’t have…” Brian started, but paused as Danny grinned, reached between the sofa cushions and pulled out a pack of lube. “Oh, clever boy!” Brian chuckled, realising Danny had planned every moment.
“Hey, it’s not my first rodeo!” Danny said, then playfully bit his lip as he stared down at Brian, opening the pack.
“Oh, a rodeo is it?” Brian smirked, holding out his hand as Danny offered him some lube. As he stroked it onto his dick and watched Danny lubricate his rear he grinned and said, “Then saddle up, cowboy. Let’s take you for a ride!”
“Yee-haw!” Danny called out as he lowered himself onto the large cock.
“Ah fuck, yes!” Brian gasped excitedly as the boy rode him. This was no gentle love making. He was certain that would come later in the day with the affectionate boy. This was a fuck. A hard, passionate, vigorous fuck intended to do little more than inflict the most intense orgasm possible… and it was working. “Oh… my… god!” Brian yelped, his hands flailing for something to hold onto.
“Yeah, harder!” Danny grunted, slamming himself down hard, over and over.
“Fuck… fuck… Danny… oh, oh god… oh my FUCKING GOD!” Brian screamed out as he pumped what would likely be the first of many loads of the day into Danny’s tight little bubble-butt.
Danny leaned down and kissed the panting teen, though he stopped quickly for fear of him passing out as they struggled to catch their breath. Danny lay atop the bigger teen, the slight clamminess of sweat between their chests as they held each other tightly.
They were still recovering when they suddenly heard someone clear their throat. They looked round to see Mr Fitzsimmons, the Master of the Second Floor standing there with a mug of coffee.
“Morning Sir,” Danny said, trying to ignore the fact his back, and butt, were fully on show as he lay atop Brian.
“Morning lads. Word of advice, check the room next time!” Mr Fitzsimmons said, smirking as he walked away. “Oh, and happy birthday Brian!” he added.
Danny and Brian looked at each other, not sure whether to laugh or cry.
“Saddle up, cowboy!” Mr Fitzsimmons muttered as he shook his head, deliberately loud enough for the two boys to hear, giggling to himself as he left the room.
The boys immediately burst into laughter before kissing again.
*****
For Chris it was a good day for a very different reason. Today was the last day of November, or more specifically, the last day of ‘No Nut November’, a challenge he had taken up at Nicky’s suggestion, with a reward or forfeit ‘kindly’ suggested by Danny.
The agreement that had been made stated that if Chris made it the whole month without cumming, his reward was to finally get fucked by Nicky, who had been his sole boyfriend at the time, but was now one of two. However, if Chris failed the challenge and ejaculated before December, his punishment was utter humiliation. For a boy who openly admitted to getting turned on by humiliation, it was hard to find a suitable punishment that he wouldn’t simply enjoy, but Danny knew one of his main weaknesses and used it against him. If Chris lost, he would have to ‘accidentally’ send an explicit video of himself to his older brother, Blane, the school’s new Teaching Assistant.
Chris was eager to finally regain freedom to cum at will, but was not quite as insane with horniness as he had expected to be. He was unsure why that was. The previous year he had spent November being touched, teased and tormented mercilessly by Danny and Kyle, keeping him permanently aroused. This year, Nicky had been in charge and instead banned touching entirely, which had stopped him getting quite as worked up. Of course, it could also be possible that his lack of insane arousal was due to the fact that he had cum partway through the month, though that was a secret shared only by Danny, when the two had played with a naked and restrained Mr Trent.
With Danny’s space in their shared double bunk vacated early, Chris had found himself with company shortly before he was due to get up. Mikey had climbed down from his own bunk and gotten in with him, cuddling up quietly at his side for a pre-alarm snooze. They had been joined a few minutes later by Nicky who nestled up to Chris’ other side, wrapping his arms around both of his boyfriends. That was how they had stayed until it was finally time to get up and ready for breakfast.
The boys followed their usual routine as they retrieved their breakfast and headed for their seats. Most of them had other boys dotted around the large room that they offered happy greetings, hugs, fist bumps and, in one case, a playful dick flick, but they continued past them, gathering together in their usual spot. Shared mealtimes for the boys of dorm 1.05 was like an unshakeable, fixed point in their daily schedules. No matter how busy they were, who else they had in their lives or what else was going on, mealtimes were for all of them to be together.
It was only after breakfast that Chris and Danny’s ‘good’ start to the day took an unwelcome turn. “Chris, Danny, can I borrow you a moment,” Mr Trent called after them as they left the Dining Hall.
“Morning Sir,” they said in unison. Both boys blushed a little as the man approached. While he looked his usual formal self in his shirt and tie, the two boys couldn’t stop picturing him the way they had seen him a few weeks earlier… naked and blindfolded, tied to his bed with Chris fucking him and Danny riding him! It had been a birthday gift, though who the gift was actually from they still had no idea.
“I’ve just sent you both a schedule for today,” Mr Trent said, clearly suppressing a smile.
Danny and Chris exchanged nervous looks. “Isn’t it… just a normal Monday?” Danny asked cautiously.
“Afraid not, lads. It’s time for your next naked volunteer day!” Mr Trent said, the smile threatening even harder to emerge.
“But we already did Monday classes last time. Won’t it just be, like, a repeat?” Chris asked.
Danny looked at him and shook his head. “THAT’S your objection to it?” he asked, exasperated. “Repeated classes?!”
Mr Trent openly smirked now, always amused by the two boys. “That’s a very good point Chris, which is why you won’t be attending your usual Monday classes. Instead you will be attending classes for other Year groups.
The two boys stared at him in open horror. They both loved humiliation, in their own ways, but that didn’t mean they didn’t fear it too. Their first naked volunteer day had involved a whole range of embarrassing exposures and tasks in front of boys from their own Year, mostly involving their own dorm, but this? ‘Performing’ for other Years? Being on show to older students, or worse, younger ones? That was a whole different ball game.
“Hurry along, you don’t want to be late now, do you?” Mr Trent said, smiling broadly as he ushered them towards the stairs.
They started making their way up to the dorm, both traipsing along in shocked silence until Chris stopped mid-step and grabbed Danny’s arm, staring at him wide-eyed. “Oh. My. god! Danny! I… I’m not allowed… to cum, but… but… last time…”
He didn’t need to finish the sentence. While the whole day had involved them being naked in classes, being looked at, poked, prodded and even measured, the science class focusing on pleasure and pain was certainly the most memorable. Both Chris and Danny had been teased to orgasm by their classmates, which had been both thrilling and mortifying in equal measure.
“Well, just… don’t cum!” Danny insisted. “Or say no. I know we’re being punished or whatever, but I’m certain we can still say no!” It was something Danny had thought about a lot during his time at Kingswood, particularly as he learned more and more in Citizenship class about rights and laws. In a way, the school rules were much like the dares he got from Joseph. He was told to follow them, but not forced. The expectation was obedience, but in both circumstances he couldn’t imagine someone physically making him do it. It was a kind of unspoken agreement that, so long as it didn’t go beyond personal limits, the boys would obey.
“I might not have a choice!” Chris insisted. “Besides, I’m so freaking horny I feel like I could cum just from a gentle breeze!”
“Wow, imagine how bad it’d be if you’d actually gone the whole month,” Danny sniggered slyly.
Chris looked round nervously and stared wide-eyed at Danny as he hissed, “Shhh, don’t say ANYTHING! If Nicky finds out I cheated, I’m dead! I am NOT dying today!”
“Well that’s good to know,” Danny sniggered as he rolled his eyes at the melodrama and continued up the stairs. While his good day had now become… less good, there was certainly a bright side. He had ended up stupendously horny after the last volunteer day and if that happened again this time, Brian was certainly in for one hell of a night!
*****
“Oh the nubile beauty of youth. Such wonderful, exuberant energy. Such shapely form, perfect for the creation of a masterpiece. The sheer innocent beauty of the male body, fully exposed!” Mr Warren gushed as he flounced circles around the two naked boys.
“Yeah, and they’ve got their dicks out too!” one of the watching Year 9 boys called out, getting a snigger from the rest of the class.
Chris and Danny would have blushed, had they not already been maxed out on it. When they had been told they could strip outside the class, it had felt like a blessing, but walking into a classroom naked actually ended up more embarrassing than undressing in front of the older students. The fact they had been circled and passionately complimented by the flamboyant teacher only highlighted their feeling of exposure.
When they had seen their schedule started their day with a Year 9 Art class, they had fully expected to be nude models and that certainly seemed to be the case. The older boys sat around the room, like spectators around a very civilised gladiator pit, ready to get started.
“Now, I would like each of you to choose a specific part of one of our volunteer’s bodies and use your clay to mould a scale model of said body part,” Mr Warren declared. “While I usually encourage putting your own interpretation on such things, individualising your art will come in a later class, using your sculpts as a base. For now, focus simply on recreation of what you see!”
“Do we only get to look?” a grinning, blonde boy asked as he shot his hand into the air.
Mr Warren chuckled, much to the relief of Chris and Danny, though their faces dropped as the teacher gave a very different answer to what they were hoping for. “Of cooooourse not!” Mr Warren declared, waving a hand dramatically. If you are to recreate their form, you must UNDERSTAND their form. Move around them, view them from whatever angle you require and, should you feel it necessary, touch at will. If it helps you with your art, then you may do whatever is required!”
There was a sudden burst of chatter amongst the Year 9 boys while Chris and Danny looked at each other, Chris smirking and Danny looking distraught. It was always amusing how the same humiliation affected each of them differently. Chris’ arousal was usually instant, getting immediate enjoyment from whatever embarrassment was inflicted upon him, but then it was usually forgotten as he moved on. Danny got a much more reflective arousal, finding his excitement afterwards, thinking back on it, each horrifying moment etching itself as a new permanent entry in his wank bank.
Surprisingly, not every student chose to focus on the two boy’s cocks, although enough did that their ‘touches’ quickly resulted in full-on erections for them both. That, in turn, led to the request that they retain their arousal throughout the lesson to ensure a consistent recreation of the body part. A few of the boys opted for their chests, taking great care to study every tiny millimetre of their nipples, studying the slight curve of their muscles. Danny’s butt, always a body part that drew particular attention fully dressed continued its popularity in the art class, especially being fully on show, with many hands groping at it and many eyes fixed squarely on it.
Being stood a fair distance apart, each of the boys managed to pick up on quiet comments being made about the other.
“He’s got a Year 11 boyfriend!” “Lucky bitch who gets to tap dat ass!” “I wonder if his relationship’s open!” “I could spend days in that butt!” were some of the amusing comments Chris picked up about Danny.
“I wonder if he wants any more boyfriends!” “He looks just like that new TA!” “I hear he’s got six more brothers, I’ll take them all!” “His eyes are so pretty!” Danny heard muttered about Chris.
Both boys continued to be entertained by the ongoing chatter and speculation about the other. It was almost refreshing in a way. They both felt so very prominent in their own circles that it was sometimes easy to forget there was life outside their little social group. Feeling like they were so relatively unknown to these other boys was almost pleasant.
As the lesson went on, it became increasingly apparent that the two boys were actually the subject of great admiration, rather than the victims of ridicule. Though there were occasional jokes at their expense, the Year 9 boys seemed to genuinely enjoy having the live models, especially such cute ones. As they worked on the sculptures and returned to the boys to ‘examine’ them further, the two models were gradually painted brown by the remnants of the clay on their examiners’ hands, the ‘dirty’ parts of their body becoming more apparent than the spotless, untouched parts.
As the lesson ended, Mr Warren thanked the boys and got a round of applause for them from the rest of the class. Embarrassed as they were to be naked, aroused and half-painted by slowly-drying clay, they both took a bow, grinning at their audience who slowly departed for morning break.
“I suggest you boys shower off before you get re-dressed,” Mr Warren suggested. He handed each of them a bag with their clothes inside. “But excellent work, young men. You should consider modelling again some time!”
“Yes Sir, thank you,” the boys replied politely, accepting the bags. Annoyingly, the School Building where the classes took place was the only one of the main buildings without shower facilities which meant returning to the Home Building to clean off. To do so, they would have to venture out into the quad, which would be full, with morning break in progress.
Reluctant as they were to stroll naked through the crowd, they knew they had little choice as time was already ticking down before their next lesson. As they neared the exit, Danny let out a quiet moan and held back.
“Fuck it. They’ve seen it all before, right?” Chris said with a shrug, stepping out.
Danny sighed and muttered, “Yeah, that makes it SO much easier!” He rolled his eyes but followed Chris out, tagging along behind him as he confidently strolled straight through the centre of the quad, grinning and answering back to every lewd comment.
Shortly before the bell rang to signal the beginning of third period, the two boys were leaving the Home Building, showered off and dressed, though the clothing was inevitably coming off within minutes of arriving at the Sports Complex for the next volunteering session.
*****
Despite his absolute adoration of schoolwork, James’ attention often wandered in class, though mostly because he knew every word the teacher was going to say before he said it. Science class in particular was one he struggled with. While the class watched a video about solar energy, the other Year 8 boys taking in the new information, James had nothing to learn as he had studied that back in Year 7, reading way ahead of the curriculum. In his own private studies, he was already reading, and understanding, subjects he didn’t need to know until the latter half of his GCSE years.
Boring as it made the class, and frustrated as James got at the slow pace of his peers, today it was a blessing. He had been semi-willingly locked in chastity now for seventy-two days. He knew that because of the meticulous log he kept about it. That also meant it had been twelve days since he was last released and allowed to ejaculate. David held the key to his device and, at James’ request, prevented him from playing with himself more than was absolutely necessary. After complaining that he found himself spending as much time asking for release as he would have done playing with himself, David had offered a simple yet somewhat wicked solution – every time James asked about when he would be allowed to cum, David would add another day’s wait. As a result, James didn’t dare ask, spending each day silently hoping that it would be the day, only to come to the sad realisation that it wasn’t as each day passed.
Desperate to think about anything other than his own arousal, James kept glancing round at Danny and Chris’ usual desk, currently sitting empty. “What d’you think they’re doing?” he whispered.
David just frowned at him, trying to pay attention to the video.
“I saw them head over to the Sports Complex,” James added quietly, waiting for a response that wasn’t coming. “Like… how d’you use naked boys in PE?”
David just glared again.
“I suppose it’s hard to think how you’d use them for Maths class, but Mr Beecham found a way,” James continued.
“Shut up,” David hissed.
James rolled his eyes, falling quiet for several seconds before he said, “The Science class where we got to experiment with pleasure and pain was interesting though,” he paused to glance at Mr Jenkins. “More interesting than this, anyway!”
“I wouldn’t know, I can’t hear THIS!” David muttered angrily.
James huffed again, glancing round at the empty desk once more and squirming in his seat a little, his dick attempting to swell more than the chastity device would allow. “It’s a shame they’re not in our classes again. I’d love to see them suffer!”
David huffed and muttered, “If I say I’m willing to let you cum today, will you shut up?”
James’ eyes widened as he nodded, pressing his lips together, trying to hold back a smile.
*****
The Year 13 PE class was well underway. When the full class of all thirty-one Year 13 boys started heading away from the Sports Complex and towards the nearby woods, accompanied by the teacher, Mr Darius LaMont and the two naked Year 8 ‘volunteers’, there had been a lot of speculation about what was planned. Thankfully, it had been an unseasonably warm autumn so far and today was no different, the weather not exactly warm, but certainly not cold enough to put the naked boys at risk.
When Mr LaMont announced they would be playing a game of Capture the Flag, Chris and Danny had been both amused and intrigued when they were told they would be taking the role of the ‘flags’. It had prompted one of the other boys to rename it ‘Capture the Fag’, which had gotten a substantial round of laughs, even from Mr LaMont, though he did warn the culprit of the potentially harmful use of the ‘F’ word, even in jest.
The group of seventeen and eighteen-year-olds were split into two teams – the red team and the blue team – each quickly dressing their ‘flags’ (a.k.a. Danny and Chris) in a speedo of appropriate colour, just to have something to grab onto if needed, then painting the rest of the boys’ bodies to match before vanishing off into the woods to establish their bases. The rules were quite simple. Find the other team’s flag and be the first to get it back to their base. While Mr LaMont stated he would have liked to play it with paintball guns, he commented quite pointedly that the school, for some reason, objected to him arming the students. Instead, they were playing a form of ‘tag’. If a team member was tagged by an opposing player, they would be frozen for a ten count before they could get involved again. Just to add a little difficulty, a fifteen-count rule was applied between tags, making it impossible for someone to keep an opposing player permanently frozen.
The flags themselves were allowed to get involved, which was why the volunteers had been needed instead of simply using inanimate objects. Chris and Danny were light enough to be carried, but essentially formed part of their team, meaning they were permitted to run back to their original base if freed from capture, or hide from the opposition. Sadly, they were excluded from both tagging and being tagged, so they couldn’t simply tag their way to a victory for their team. Despite the near-nudity, both boys thought the entire thing sounded extremely fun and couldn’t wait to get started.
In the red team base, Chris stood covered head to toe in red paint, ready to begin as he watched the two members allocated as guards approached. He grinned as he saw a familiar face. “Casey, hiiiii!” he declared excitedly.
“You really can’t keep your clothes on, can you?” Casey sniggered as he neared their human flag.
Chris had gotten to know Casey over a year ago now, back in his first half-term break at the school. They had been two of the seven boys who stayed at Kingswood during the mid-term break and had shared many adventures together, some involving being dressed, many not! While they still saw each other around the school now and then, they had never hung out since, though that really was the norm. Very few boys ended up doing much with boys outside their immediate social circle, mainly because their schedules were so tightly packed already.
“I CAN keep my clothes on, I just normally choose not to!” Chris replied with a snigger. “How’s it going?”
“Great,” Casey replied happily. He leaned in close and whispered, “One year anniversary with Gabe a while back!”
“Oh yay. I never wanna ask about it cos… you know…” Chris said, raising his eyebrows. During the week they had spent together the previous year, Casey had started a relationship with Gabriel, a former student who now worked at the school. While their relationship was technically legal, it went against school rules which meant they had to keep it secret. “… but I’m glad to hear it’s going well!” Chris added happily.
“Better than well. It’s amazing!” Casey beamed delightedly. “Although we ARE exclusive, which means if my team wins this game, I don’t get to join in with the prize!”
“Prize?” Chris asked, shaking his head. “What prize?”
Casey just grinned. “Let’s just say if you get captured, you are DEFINITELY going to be glad about it, based on the stuff we did back in that half-term!”
“Oh fuck!” Chris muttered. He knew what that sounded like and it certainly seemed likely to end up in him losing No Nut November… but at the hands of over a dozen hot young men… that would be one hell of a way to lose! Almost a sacrifice worth making…
Conversation quickly died down as Casey and his classmate turned their attention to guarding the base. The woods were fairly dense, meaning it was quite easy to stay concealed… assuming you’re not naked and painted a bright colour! It also meant a lot of the sounds of people sneaking around were muffled or even muted entirely. Someone could be just twenty metres away and entirely unheard, especially with the wind blowing and filling the area with a blanket of white noise.
A few times, Chris just made out the sound of shouts a short distance away, but they soon faded with nobody venturing close enough to them for his guards to take action.
Just as Chris was starting to think he would remain safe and uncaptured, two members of the opposing team suddenly leapt out in a perfectly-timed pincer movement. Both teens swiped at their attackers, but the tag was dodged, swiftly returned and contact made.
“Dammit!” Casey called out angrily, before starting his slow ten-count aloud.
In what appeared to be a carefully-planned manoeuvre, one of the attackers grabbed Chris, threw him over his shoulder and dashed away as his teammate called after him, “I’ll guard your retreat!”
“THE RED FLAG HAS BEEN CAPTURED!” Chris called out as he struggled against his captor. “SOMEONE SACE THE RED FLAG PLEASE!”
The next step of the blue team’s plan suddenly became clear as the kidnapper veered off to one side and placed Chris down in front of two others. Before he could make any attempt to escape, one gagged him while the other two restrained his hands behind his back. Moments later, Chris was back on someone’s shoulder being carried quickly through the woods, still struggling but utterly helpless now. He had no idea how far apart the bases were, but it appeared to be a much larger play area than he expected as they continued to move along, occasionally stopping to listen or look around.
Convinced his team was on the brink of losing, which in turn seemed like it would bring his own loss of No Nut November, Chris was more than a little relieved when someone appeared and tackled his kidnapper, tagging him in the process.
“Quick, run back towards the base!” the older boy shouted at Chris who staggered to his feet and nodded his understanding. “I’ll catch up!”
Chris turned and ran, thankful that he had been allowed to keep footwear on. He realised quickly he had no actual idea where he was going, having found it hard to maintain a sense of direction while largely upside down over the burly teen’s shoulder. He trusted his sense of direction to keep him going at least roughly the right way and just ran. He was just beginning to consider hiding when he spotted something… a flash of blue ahead of him.
“Oh, fancy meeting you here!” Danny said as he casually strolled towards the breathless Chris who ground to a halt.
Chris didn’t reply, knowing the gag would just muffle it.
“Here, let me help,” Danny offered, reaching up to pull the gag off.
“Ugh, that’s better,” Chris said happily. “So you got caught too!”
“And escaped!” Danny said with a nod, although the bits of dirt and dead leaves smeared over his blue-painted body suggested it had been similarly violent to Chris’ escape.
“They tell you about the ‘prize’ they’re giving themselves for winning?” Chris asked, nervously.
Danny chuckled. “Yeah, and it sounds hot!”
“Yeah, IF you’re allowed to cum!” Chris said moodily.
Danny raised his eyebrows and nodded. “Good point! Guess I’ll just have to make sure your team wins!” he sniggered.
“Or!” Chris replied excitedly, grinning broadly, “We both go and hide so BOTH teams lose. Doubt we’re getting many wins today. This could be out only chance to get one over on anyone!”
“That’s… a good point!” Danny nodded as they started walking quickly. “Or there’s a chance they might decide that if it’s a tie, we both get… used!”
“Oh yeah,” Chris started, barely holding back a smile. “That’d be…” he stopped, smirking.
“Awful!” Danny replied with a wicked grin. “C’mon. This way!” he said, nodding away from the play area. “My base is that way, yours is that way, so we’re going this way! They’ll never find us!”
“Awesome,” Chris said excitedly as he followed his restrained friend. “Erm, once we’re hidden, any chance you could untie me?”
“Yeah, I could…” Danny replied, then smirked and said, “But I probably won’t!”
*****
David sat watching the rest of the Dining Hall. James had continued to annoy him throughout the morning’s Science class with his lack of attention so he was already on edge. The previous year, he had been through a range of anxiety-related issues, from obsessing over the pandemic as it grew in seriousness to developing a fairly severe case of agoraphobia during lockdown.
Being both intelligent and impressively self-aware for a boy of his age, David knew his issues often made him see things that weren’t really there. Not in the literal sense of hallucination, but more a case of worrying over things that weren’t actually that worrying. That was how he felt as he sat there not-eating his lunch.
The Year 13 row of tables was mostly empty, just a few seats taken by boys from other Years taking the rare opportunity to spread out a little. That wasn’t wholly unusual. Sometimes there were events or activities that took groups of students out at mealtimes and sometimes they were simply just late arriving. The teachers’ table was basically abandoned too, which again wasn’t entirely unheard of, but coinciding with the absent Year 13s was definitely strange.
David might have been able to push his anxiety aside on those two points, but there was one thing he couldn’t deny was a concern… there were only six of them at their table! Chris and Danny had yet to come in for lunch!
“Pfft, you’re worrying over nothing,” James had insisted when David quietly raised his concerns. “You know what they’re up to today. They’re probably off somewhere being all… naked and… doing… stuff that naked boys do… when they’re naked!” The usually-eloquent boy always became a little tongue-tied when talking about matters of a sexual nature.
Rather than building up his own anxiety, David knew it was best to move his attention onto something else, and using James’ obvious horniness to try and tease him further felt like a perfect opportunity. “So I’m thinking tonight after dinner,” David said, smiling sweetly. “We both have no plans til chess club at half seven, so that gives us plenty of time!”
James audibly gulped. “What… are you thinking?” he asked nervously. “Wait, that… that doesn’t count as me… asking about it, does it? You’re not gonna make me wait longer, that wouldn’t be fair. YOU brought it up!”
David sniggered. “Relax, it’s fine. It’s happening today so asking about it’s fine,” he explained. “As for what I’m planning. I dunno, that’s partly… up to you!”
“Me? Why?” James asked, torn as usual between his hormone-driven eagerness and logic-driven reluctance.
“Well we’ve done… the… ‘usual’ stuff a few more times,” David said, trying to talk in the cryptic way James seemed to favour, the ‘usual’ stuff being David jerking James off. “And it’s been a while since we tried… more… advanced manoeuvres…”
“Oh!” James said, catching on right away. Thirty-seven days ago (again, he knew from his note-keeping) the two boys had tried something new, with David expressing his willingness to branch out into oral stimulation… or to put it in colloquial terms, David tried sucking James off! It had not gone well at all. James had freaked out and stopped it almost as soon as it started and neither of the boys had really dared to discuss it since. “Yeah… erm… yeah, we can try!” James said, nodding.
“Excellent,” David declared happily. “Always fun to throw a new variable into an experiment, right?”
“Yeah, I guess so,” James replied nervously, his arousal suddenly bringing with it a slight sense of dread.
*****
“So whadda you reckon they’ve got them doing?” Mikey mused, happily sitting with Nicky’s hand held in his own.
“No idea,” Nicky said shaking his head, thinking back over the schedule Chris and Danny had shown him before classes began. “I mean, they had Year 9 Art first thing and they came out covered in clay, pretty obvious they were modelling,” Nicky said thoughtfully. He loved the idea of Chris spending a day exposed in classes, especially so close to the end of No Nut November, he just wished he had been able to see it for himself, though hearing all about it from Chris would still be exciting. “Year 13 PE before lunch… fuck knows what that woulda been. But Year 7 Science after lunch, I GUARANTEE it was all about reproduction. They probably had them putting on condoms and jerking off and stuff!”
“Ha, yeah,” Mikey chuckled, squirming at the thought of the two boys exposed in front of the younger students. “And now?”
Nicky hummed thoughtfully as he considered the last booking on the naked calendar. “Year 11 Drama… that could be anything, especially with Mr Trent running it. He’s a sneaky one!”
“Maybe it involves Mr Fitzsimmons. Could be why he’s not here!” Mikey commented.
Their usual English teacher had not shown up for class, instead replaced by one of the school’s Teaching Assistants, though unfortunately not Chris’ big brother, Blane. They were all sat watching a Royal Shakespeare Company performance of MacBeth rather than having an actual lesson. Nobody really seemed to mind. The only person who would usually complain about missing and English lesson was Chris and with him absent too the class just sat absent-mindedly watching the screen.
“Could be, maybe Mr Beecham too,” Nicky nodded, though something really wasn’t sitting right. Their previous class of the afternoon, a double period of Maths had been similarly interrupted, with Mr Beecham also absent. The obvious assumption many had made about the sudden surge of missing teachers was that Covid had finally made its way to Kingswood and the teachers were all locked up somewhere.
“So what we gonna do with Chris when he can cum again?” Mikey grinned wickedly. Though he was used to playing with Chris, the last time he had been able to give the affectionate, Irish boy an orgasm, was before November, at which point they had been just friends. Now they were boyfriends and it felt like a whole new first time was waiting for Mikey. “Or are you just gonna make him cum when you give him his reward?”
Nicky let out a low groan. When he had agreed to Chris’ reward, he had never expected him to actually complete the challenge. Right now, his only hope was that Chris had ejaculated as part of his naked volunteer day. He had high hopes that the Science class had taken care of that for him. If it hadn’t, and Chris managed to make all day without cumming, Nicky would eventually have to pay up. The reward of fucking Chris didn’t sound too bad. It was the stipulation Danny had added that made it unappealing to Nicky – they would have to do it on the front driveway of the school, naked!
“He’s not getting the reward,” Nicky insisted unconvincingly, seemingly trying to will the desired outcome into existence.
“If he does, can I watch? Or join in?” Mikey asked eagerly.
“You can do it instead of me if you like!” Nicky offered hopefully.
“Ha, no way. Seeing you… out there… like that…” Mikey said, his voice trailing off a little as his mind began to form a picture of it playing out, of seeing his boyfriend fuck his other boyfriend right there in front of the school... it was a pleasant thought. His breathing got slightly ragged as he fantasised, his arousal suddenly skyrocketing. He leaned close to Nicky and whispered, “Any chance we can… ya know, do stuff… before dinner?”
“Hop on and we can do it now!” Nicky whispered, winking playfully.
“Yeah, I’m not Chris,” Mikey sniggered, “But I like part of that idea!” He reached over and pushed Nicky’s seat back, making a slight squeaking noise that drew attention from most of the room. Ignoring their looks, he climbed onto Nicky’s lap and cuddled against him. As he glanced round at the staring faces of the other students he shrugged and said, “Screen’s that way!” as he pointed to the TV.
Nicky sniggered as he wrapped his arms around Mikey, the rest of the class turning back to the performance.
*****
“I’m really not sure we should be doing this,” David pouted.
“I haven’t had… relief… for nearly two weeks, David. Regardless of should or shouldn’t, I NEED it!” James insisted as he stood awkwardly naked in front of his best friend.
David huffed. “Yeah, I get that, it’s just… I’ve got a really bad feeling!” he sighed.
“David, you’re my best friend so please don’t be offended when I say this, but… when don’t you have a bad feeling?” James asked. He wasn’t intending to be humorous; it was actually a fairly factual statement.
David took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly, his cheeks puffing out as he nodded. “Yeah, good point, it’s just… they weren’t at lunch and then they weren’t at dinner either. That’s… like… two meals!”
“I see how you got five stars in maths now!” James said sarcastically.
“James, I’m not joking!” David said, looking quite distressed. “I’m really worried!” He began to sniff, on verge of fully bursting into tears.
“Oh, hey, no… no need for that,” James said, never the best with any emotions but completely terrified of tears.
“You… you don’t know what it was like!” David muttered, trembling. As James looked at him, confused he said, “B… back then. The… the day Josh… the… the incident!” he mumbled, very awkwardly referring to the day of Josh’s attempted suicide.
“What about it?” James asked, unsure how they had even got there from where the conversation started.
“When it was all going down, you… you were with most of the school in the Dining Hall. You… didn’t know what was happening, not really, but I did!” David said, managing to talk despite the tears running down his cheeks.
James looked a little lost, unsure how to handle his crying friend or this sudden emotional sideswipe.
“I saw him, James,” David said, jaw trembling as he held for a moment. “I saw Josh… standing on the roof!”
“Oh god,” James muttered, still frozen in place.
“And then after that, I saw the way the teachers were all acting and trying to… to keep it all quiet and keep… keep all of us who were outside the Dining Hall calm and it…” he paused, taking a few deep shaky breaths. “Maybe it’s me being a loon again, but it felt just the same today as it did back then and… and I’m really scared!” David explained, finally bursting into helpless sobs.
As uncomfortable as James found physical affection, he knew what he needed to do and grabbed hold of David, holding him tightly as he cried.
After a few moments, David pulled back, wiping his cheeks as he squeaked, “I’m sorry, it’s probably nothing it’s just… I haven’t really… talked to anyone about that!”
“It’s okay. I… I don’t know how you feel… but it sounds pretty horrible,” James said back honestly. He reached out for his underwear to get dressed.
“Hey, what you doing?” David asked, frowning.
“Getting… dressed!” James said, curious as to what the issue was. He had accepted his relief wasn’t coming tonight.
“Nuh-uh,” David said, shaking his head as he sniffed and wiped his cheek with the back of his hand. “Whether something’s wrong or not, you need to cum and I need a distraction, so…” he pulled the keys out of his pocket, “Let’s get you unlocked!”
James stood watching as David knelt down to remove the chastity device, his cock already stiffening before it was even set free. As soon as the last part was taken off, he was up to full hardness within a few heartbeats. He chuckled slightly awkwardly as David looked up at him. “I think it’s ready to distract you!” he giggled shyly.
“Works for me!” David said happily, leaning forward to take the erection into his mouth. He had only been at it a few seconds when he looked up at James. He immediately pulled away and stood up. “James?” he asked, seeing his friend looking suddenly pale.
James just stared back, trembling slightly. “I… think it’s my turn… to need a hug,” he mumbled weakly.
David took hold of him. Back when David attempted oral before and it had not gone well, he had worried he had done something wrong, that he had bad technique or was hurting him in some way. That suddenly didn’t seem likely. Whatever the issue was, it was clearly a James thing!
After a few moments, being held by the other boy, James took a deep breath and pulled away. “Maybe just… masturbate me again,” he suggested. As he got a concerned look back, he added, “Or should I say, please… do it. Whatever else is going on, my balls are ready to drop off!”
David sniggered. “Well we don’t want that!” he said, reaching out to cup the other boy’s balls playfully. “How about this?” he suggested as he moved behind James and wrapped himself around him, then reached round to grab his dick and start stroking.
“Hmmm, yeah,” James hummed happily, leaning back against the shorter boy and closing his eyes.
David allowed himself to get lost in the sensation. Despite the seeming mountain of issues, it was nice to just feel his friend against him. It was the kind of physical affection he saw the others in his dorm enjoying so often. He was occasionally part of it himself, often finding one of the older boys holding him, cuddling him or using him as what felt like a human teddy bear. It was always nice, but something about doing it with his very best friend just felt extra special. The fact he was also wanking him off was just the icing on the cake.
“James,” David said quietly as they stood together.
“Mmm-huh?” James mumbled in response, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the pleasurable hand-job.
“Do you… like doing this stuff with me?” David asked awkwardly.
“Erm… well… it’s… erm…” James stuttered.
“None of that stuff about… wasting time… or… or the experiment. Do you LIKE when I touch you and do things like this to you? Yes or no?” David demanded.
James thought for a moment. He knew there was no way he could lie to his best friend. “Yes, I do!” he answered honestly. After a few moments of silence, the hand still moving rapidly on his straining cock he asked cautiously, “Is there… a reason for that question?”
“I just needed to know, that’s all!” David replied, his fears that he was simply inflicting his own desires on his friend suddenly assuaged. “You’re getting close, aren’t you!” he said, getting to recognise the warning signs.
James chuckled sweetly. “I like that you know it… erm… me… well enough to know that!” he said, leaning back a little firmer against David.
“Yeah, me too!” David replied. He kept going for just a few seconds, then stopped.
“Ah, no, I’m not done yet!” James gasped, on the brink of release.
David sniggered in his ear, “Neither am I!” he waited a few more moments, then began stroking again, getting a grunt of pleasure in response.
“Ah, okay… that’s better,” James said breathlessly, feeling his release building once again. “Noooo!” he whined as David stopped once again. “Are you being deliberately annoying?”
“Well yes… obviously!” David said, finally moving round in front of him with a playful smirk.
“Well… stop it!” James said, nostrils flaring as he breathed heavily through his nose, deprived of release once again.
“I will…” David said, stroking the straining cock a few more times before letting go. “Eventually!”
“Ugh, you’re so mean,” James complained. “I’m so gonna get you back for this once you get unlocked!”
“You…” David started, pausing for a moment. “You… think about me getting unlocked?”
James shrugged non-committally. “M… maybe,” he stuttered shyly.
“What do you think about?” David asked, edging James once more.
“I don’t know. Just… this sort of stuff… but… with two penises!” James answered. He frowned a little at his own wording and said, “And by that I mean one each, not, like, me with two!”
David laughed at the awkward correction and said, “I guessed that!” He edged James once more and as he got a truly desperate wince in response he sighed and said, “Okay, let’s finish you off!”
As David stroked quickly, James held back a smile as he called out urgently, “Swallowing semen helps you develop faster!”
“What? Seriously?” David asked, staring wide-eyed.
“Yessss!” James called out as his orgasm finally started.
While David missed the first spurt, he dropped to his knees and opened his mouth in time to catch the rest, being careful not to actually make mouth contact with the throbbing penis for fear of upsetting James again.
Finally relieved, James let out a happy sigh and exhaled slowly.
David stood, gagging a little and poking out his tongue, not overly enamoured with the taste of the spunk he had just swallowed. “I’m not sure it was worth it!” he grumbled.
“Fair enough, it was a lie anyway!” James sniggered.
“What!” David exclaimed, annoyed at having swallowed the load for no reason. “Why?”
“Revenge for the edging!” James laughed.
David stared open-mouthed for a moment, looking like he was properly annoyed, then a smile cracked and he shook his head. “Fine, I guess I deserve that!” he admitted.
A few minutes later, James was dressed and the two boys headed out, intending to kill some time in the dorm before Chess Club. As they reached the dorm and headed in, they couldn’t help noticing how busy the dorm was. As far as they knew, Mikey and Rob were the only two who should be there, but Nicky and Josh were with them, along with several of their mentors.
“Where’ve you been?” Evan, David’s mentor, demanded.
“We were… studying!” David lied, unsure what he had done wrong to deserve such a reaction. He frowned at the unusual gathering, his nagging feeling coming back with a vengeance. “Wh… what’s going on?” he asked as he spotted the expressions on the other boys’ faces.
“Chris and Danny are missing!” Evan said, placing a hand on David’s shoulder.
*****
8 Hours Earlier…
“Come on, untie me,” Chris pleaded as he walked along quickly beside Danny.
“Why? Then I wouldn’t be able to do this!” Danny replied, reaching across to rub Chris’ chest.
“Oh sure, cos normally I’d be totally opposed to you touching me,” Chris said with a wry grin.
“Hey, look at that!” Danny said happily, raising his hand. “Me plus you equals purple!” The blue body paint on his hand had mixed with the red from Chris’ chest to make a shade of deep purple.
Chris gasped as he looked down at the matching purple smear on his chest. “They’re gonna know I was… canoodling with the enemy!”
“What’s canoodling?” Danny asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I don’t know, but it sounds naughty. Shall we try it?” Chris asked, grinning sideways.
“Canoodle!” Danny yelped as he barged sideways into Chris.
“I don’t think you quite got my meaning,” Chris smirked. “But if that’s how you wanna play… canoodle!” he yelped as he barged Danny back.
That was it. They were already on opposing sides, but this meant war. They shoved each other back and forth as they hurried along, determined not to get found again by either team. The shoves were growing in intensity and finally Danny gave such a hard shove it send Chris staggering. “No, look out!” Danny yelled as he saw Chris step towards a steep slope. He lunged for Chris and grabbed him but it was too late, he was already toppling over, but now he was taking Danny with him.
The two boys fell, rolling heavily down the slope, bumping into stray branches and through foliage as they tumbled to the bottom. As they landed, Chris let out a yelp of pain.
“Ugh, are you okay?” Danny asked, shaking his head, dizzy from the rolling.
“That wasn’t fun!” Chris moaned. Unlike Danny, who at least had his arms to try and guard himself as he fell, Chris was still restrained and had been hit hard, landing on his ankle which he winced as he moved. “Ah, that hurts!” he hissed.
“Fuck. Fuck, I’m so sorry!” Danny apologised, looking a little panicked. “I didn’t… I mean… I was…”
“Hey, it’s okay!” Chris said, “It’s just a twisted ankle!” He looked up the long slope and said, “It coulda been a LOT worse!”
“Yeah, I suppose,” Danny said, calming a little thanks to Chris’ calmness. “Can you walk on it?” Danny helped Chris to stand.
“Nyuuh!” Chris grunted as he tried to put any weight on his foot. “I don’t think so!” he said, looking up the hill again. “And no way I’m getting up there!”
Danny took a few steps back, looking along either way and said, “I think the hill lowers down that way,” he said, pointing back roughly the way they came. “If I help, you think you can make it?”
“Mmm-huh,” Chris nodded, though he didn’t look sure. He put his arm around Danny and they started walking, with Chris mostly hopping. He sniggered despite obvious pain and said, “We’re gonna be so purple by the time we get back!”
“Why, are you bruised? Where does it hurt?” Danny asked nervously.
“Hey, relax. I mean the body paint!” Chris said. “Chill mate, it’s not as bad as it seems, I promise!”
“Yeah, I guess,” Danny said, taking a deep breath. “Okay, let’s keep going,” he said, forcing a smile.
They had barely taken two steps when the world seemed to close in around them. The ground beneath them gave way as they dropped down into it. They fell a couple of metres and hit what felt like soft earth, then rolled down another slope, this one steeper but shorter before hitting what felt like sold stone. They landed hard. A rain if dirt followed them down. It was so sudden the boys didn’t even have time to yell out.
“D… Danny,” Chris mumbled, his head foggy. He looked round, or tried to, but it was pitch black. Whatever hole they had fallen through had collapsed in behind them blocking out even the barest traces of light. “Danny, where are you?” Chris gasped, rolling over onto his front, his hands still tied behind his back. All he could feel was loose dirt and rocks strewn around him, over what felt like smooth stone, definitely more like an actual floor than any natural rock formation.
“Chris,” he heard whimpered weakly as he flailed around.
“Danny, say something again!” he urged, not quite sure which way the noise came from.
“Here. O… over here,” Danny mumbled.
Chris crawled in the direction of the voice and almost cheered out with excitement as he felt his cheek make contact with warm skin. “Danny, oh my god, are you okay?” he demanded.
“I… I don’t… know!” Danny replied weakly. “Wh… what happened?”
“We… we fell,” Chris said. That was about as much as he could piece together. “We fell and… and now we’re… we’re here and… and I… don’t know where… here is!” He could feel himself starting to hyperventilate and forced himself to take a few deep breaths, desperate to remain composed. As he calmed slightly, he asked, “Are you hurt?”
“Uh-huh,” Danny panted.
“Can you untie me?” Chris asked, turning his back to Danny in the total darkness.
“Erm… no,” Danny replied.
Chris forced a slight laugh and said, “I appreciate the commitment to your word, but come on Danny, untie me!”
“Okay, erm, Chris… I… don’t want you to panic, but…” Danny started, his voice shaking. “Chris,” he squeaked, “I can’t move!”