The Kingswood Effect - Chapter 10 (Patreon)
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Saturday 9 October 2021
Danny ran his fingers through his hair, taking hold of the back of his head to put his smooth pit on display, the stretch emphasising his developing muscles as his other hand gently slid down his torso. Clenching his buttocks as he pushed himself up a little, he heard a moan from Brian who lay beneath him, the pleasured sound brought on as much by the sight as the feeling.
“Fuck,” Brian gasped as he watched the younger boy ride him. The tight torso, the throbbing cock, the smooth armpit, the look of ravenous desire… all of it would have been enough to bring him to the edge of release, even if his dick hadn’t already been fully inside the boy at the same time.
“Oh come on!” Joseph groaned. “Do you know how early it is!” he snapped, one eye venturing open having been woken by the sound of sex across the dorm.
“I got this,” Danny quickly interjected as he saw Brian ready to snap back. “Joseph, the way I see it, you’ve got three choices. One, lay there being a whiney bitch,” he started.
“Rude!” Joseph said back, frowning.
“Two, fuck off somewhere else because we ain’t stopping any time soon!” Danny went on.
“Less rude, but still kinda rude!” Joseph said, shaking his head.
“Or three, get over here, join in and get your dick sucked,” Danny finished with a grin.
“Different kind of rude,” Joseph sniggered, “But if you’re MAKING me choose, I guess I’ll go with three!”
“Well come on then,” Danny sniggered.
“Do I get any say in this?” Brian asked, glancing over as his best friend climbed out of bed.
“Do you WANT any say in it?” Danny asked, clenching his buttocks playfully.
Brian gave a shuddery moan and said dreamily, “No!”
“Well come on, this dick ain’t gonna suck itself!” Joseph said as he dropped his shorts to reveal his long, slender erection.
“Climb on!” Danny instructed, gesturing to Brian’s face.
Joseph sniffed, mocking tearfulness as he wiped away a fictional tear as he said, “I’m so proud of the little perv I’ve raised!”
Danny sniggered, positioning Joseph as he climbed onto the bed so he was teabagging Brian, who let out a low groan as the other teen’s slightly sweaty balls rested on his face. “I thought you might be saving it for you-know-who!” Danny said with a devious grin.
“Voldemort?” Joseph asked, deliberately playing dumb. As he got a snort of laughter from Danny, he said, “Nah, don’t worry. I’ll still have plenty left in the tank for Ian!”
“Excited to see him?” Danny asked, almost oblivious to the naked teen laying pinned beneath them.
Joseph grinned but didn’t say anything. At first Danny thought he was just being coy, but it quickly became apparent that actually putting his excitement into words was more than he could manage without crying.
“I’m so happy for you both,” Danny said giddily.
“Mmm-hgggh-fckkk!” Brian groaned, his voice muffled by Joseph’s scrotum.
“Oh yeah, sex!” Danny giggled. He reached out to Joseph and pushed him gently as he instructed, “Lean back!”
Joseph happily complied, leaning back and steadying himself with both hands on the headboard behind him.
Danny let out a happy sigh at the sight before him. Joseph had always been slim, but over the past couple of years the muscles beneath had developed well and as he leaned back it showed every one of them off. The shock of red pubes stretching up into a narrow treasure trail, the tight muscles beneath the taut, flawless expanse of pale skin, the freckles that covered his shoulders and rained down his chest and arms like a shower of sexiness, all of it added up to a quite beautiful package. In short, Joseph was hot. A different kind of hot to the stud buried beneath them, but a true beauty none-the-less and a beauty Danny loved with all of his heart, which only added to the confusion plaguing him.
Danny loved Joseph and found him attractive, yet he was in a relationship with someone and Danny couldn’t be happier for them. So how come he felt so differently about his own best friend?
Objectively, it was exactly the same situation with Chris. Mutual love, physical attraction, close friends… yet even the prospect of Chris being in a relationship with Mark got under his skin in a way that he was finding increasingly hard to ignore. For a couple of weeks now he had gone out of his way to be ‘okay with it’. He had given the two plenty of space as Chris continued to help the new boy settle in. He had done his best to conceal his dislike (verging on contempt) of Mark, forcing himself to be polite and avoid the death stares that had given him away once already. He had given them chances to be alone together, all because he wanted to be a good friend to Chris, but still… it all just felt… wrong!
“Ahum,” Joseph coughed, getting Danny’s attention which had clearly drifted.
“Huh, sorry,” Danny chuckled awkwardly before leaning down to lick Joseph’s dick. He raised his hips a little as he gave the rigid tool a few teasing licks, slowly lowering himself back down to tease Brian’s cock inside him. As he licked downwards, he let out a happy moan as he found his tongue meet Brian’s, both of them lapping at Joseph’s balls from opposite sides.
“Ugh, this is almost worth waking up early for!” Joseph moaned as he felt the two lovers pleasuring him together.
“Almost?” Danny yelped, sitting up and frowning at his mentor.
“Shh, not now, keep going,” Joseph sniggered, pushing the boy back down. He kept his hand on the back of Danny’s head as he felt his straining prick slide between the boy’s lips.
Now happily pleasuring both of the older teens, Danny bounced eagerly on Brian as he let his tongue swirl round and round the exposed head of Joseph’s throbbing meat. His own dick was sandwiched between his own and Brian’s stomachs, receiving enough stimulation to keep him moaning with delight but not enough to start pushing him towards release yet.
Danny continued the dual stimulation, the sounds he was hearing from both above and below telling him he was definitely doing something right. While he had expected Brian to blow first, having endured his riding for several minutes before Joseph awoke, it was Danny’s mentor that shot first. The only warning he gave was the hand on his head tightening its grip slightly, just a moment before the first spurts filled his mouth.
As much as Danny wanted to swallow the load, another idea came to him and he let his mouth open. Each spurt spattered into his mouth then dripped down out of the opening, dribbled down over Joseph’s balls and dripped onto Brian’s face. Excited by the thought of his boyfriend laying there getting slowly covered in his dormmate’s spunk, Danny clenched his butt tightly and gave Brian’s dick a series of quick rapid thrusts, enough to set him off too, thick spunk filling his other end.
Brian moaned contentedly, either happy or at least not annoyed about the unexpected semen shower, his voice still muffled by Joseph’s crotch.
Joseph reached down and began jerking Danny off eagerly, determined to make him cum as quickly as possible. Having been fucked, he knew Danny wouldn’t take long, his young protégé always eager for release after some good anal stimulation. As expected, it was barely a minute before Danny yelped with delight to announce his imminent ejaculation.
Moving closer, Joseph made Danny shoot over his own dick, which he stroked gently, still sensitive from his own release. It added to the jizz dribbling down onto Brian.
“Hey, turn around,” Danny whispered as he finished cumming.
Joseph frowned briefly but complied, finding himself straddling Brian’s chest. With Danny kneeling up and looking down over Joseph’s shoulder, they stared down at the red-faced Brian, cum covering his chin.
“Lick it off,” Danny said with a playful grin. As he saw Brian grimace, he shook his head and said, “Wait, I didn’t put that right. Lick your BOYFRIEND’S cum off of your BEST FRIEND’S dick!”
Brian let out a low groan as Joseph and Danny both sniggered. “God, I wish that didn’t turn me on!” he complained, then raised his head to suck Joseph’s dick, lapping up Danny’s spunk as instructed. “I hate you both,” he said with a reluctant smirk as he finished.
*****
Things were always lively at Kingswood on a Saturday, with the students all going about their regularly-scheduled activities or just enjoying the lack of classes. Today was especially spirited though, as the grounds began to fill with visitors.
The Southern Counties Inter-School Partnership Scheme (or SCIPS as it was better known) was a program intended to encourage collaboration, competition and communication between a group of eight boarding schools located in England’s Southern counties. While the program had mostly shut down during the pandemic, only reviving in a limited capacity towards the tail-end of the previous school year, this year had seen a full return which meant a lot more happening throughout the year.
Kingswood had volunteered to host the main opening and closing events, as well as a number of the bigger competitions and finals, other schools would still host various activities throughout the year. Today was the first day of the opening event and it had been planned to coincide with a big day at Kingswood – the formal opening of their new building.
“Welcome, welcome everybody!” Mr Everett announced from the stage that had been erected for the event. He paused a moment while the large crowd fell quiet. “Thank you all so much for coming today. It’s wonderful to be able to be back together in this capacity. While the formal opening ceremony of the 2021/22 SCIPS program is planned for later today, we wanted to take this moment to celebrate the official opening of the new Kingswood Visitors Centre and welcome its first guests.”
“I’m kinda disappointed it’s finished,” Mike mumbled to Josh who was stood beside him. “I miss having all the workmen to perv at!” The sniggers in response came from all around and not just from Josh, the workmen-spectating having become a popular activity for a lot of the students (and teachers) while the Visitors Centre had been under construction.
Mr Everett continued his speech, but most of the students had already lost interest, already keen to get on with their day.
“This must suck for you,” Chris muttered to Mark. “Having your birthday on an event like this. Must be kinda like being born at Christmas!”
Mark just hummed his agreement, not really listening, his focus was clearly elsewhere as he peered through the crowd over at some of the school’s visitors. “Oh, yeah, sorry,” he mumbled as he realised what Chris had said. He shrugged and said, “It’s fine!”
Chris gave a gentle sigh and stroked Mark’s arm. “You gonna be okay?” he asked quietly.
“Yeah,” Mark replied, utterly unconvincingly.
A short distance away, Danny was leaning to one side, trying to get a better view of Chris and Mark until he spotted Nicky smirking at him. He immediately recoiled a little, blushing. He was about to say something when he felt a hand grab at his butt. He let out a slight yelp that caused a giggle all around him as everyone looked his way. “Sorry,” he hissed quietly, then turned, glaring at the two boys responsible. “Bastards!” he grumbled at Q-Ball and Clover.
Quentin ‘Q-Ball’ Furlong and Clover Starlight (which he normally pre-faced with “It’s real, not my stripper name!”) were two of the visiting students who had arrived a short while earlier. They were members of the Year 9 football team from the Crestwood School for Boys, one of the teams that had been selected for an exhibition match as part of the event’s opening weekend. The two boys, along with their best friend Ian Marsh, had met and befriended Danny the previous year. Ian had more than befriended Danny’s mentor, Joseph, the two of them now engaged in a long-distance relationship.
Q-Ball and Clover were barely containing their sniggers as Danny’s glare slowly turned into a smile. Suddenly the crowd began to move, Mr Everett’s speech seemingly having ended and the building now open as the crowd applauded.
Danny clapped for a moment too, but with people beginning to head away, he finally felt it was safe to grab the two boys in an excitable hug. “Hey, dickheads!” he said as he held an arm around each of them.
“Hey Danny,” Clover said happily.
“Hi,” Q-Ball giggled at the same time.
“Ugh, more football players!” Rob scoffed as he saw Danny pull away from the two boys.
“Oh, whassup Mr Captain Sir?” Q-Ball asked Rob with a teasing salute.
Danny threw his arm around Rob and said, “Actually that’s both of us now! We’re both captains!”
“Oh yeah, I heard about that!” Clover smiled, offering Danny a quick fist bump.
“Yeah, Ian said Joseph wouldn’t shut up about it. Said he was going on like some cheesy proud dad!” Q-Ball smirked.
Danny glanced over to where Joseph was stood talking eagerly to Ian, discretely holding hands, the two very visibly eager to get somewhere private to greet each other properly. He gave a momentary smile at the thought of Joseph bragging about his protégé’s achievement.
“Hey, erm… while we’re here, you think Adrian and Kyle might be free for us to…” Clover started, but stopped as he gave Rob brief side-eye before looking back to Danny to finish cryptically, “Do… stuff?”
Danny frowned, the comment momentarily too cryptic before he caught on and realised they meant the sexual roleplay Danny liked to take part in. They had gotten involved with it during their previous visit. He nodded as he said, “Oh, ‘stuff’ yeah!” He looked to Rob and smiled then back at the visiting teen. “Don’t worry, Rob knows about… the stuff!” He smirked a little.
“I do?” Rob asked, also a beat behind. “Oh you mean… ‘stuff’,” he said with an entirely unsubtle wink. “Yeah, totally in on that. You guys do it too?”
“Fuck yes!” Clover said excitedly. “So… can we, erm… do something?”
Danny chuckled as he nodded. “I’ve got a few things I’ve gotta do, but yeah, I’d say we can definitely find time for… stuff!”
*****
The official SCIPS opening ceremony had taken place right after lunch, with Mr Everett relishing the opportunity to deliver yet another rousing speech, sounding more like he was trying to rally humanity against some Earth-ending event than getting students to do sporting and educational activities. Regardless, the 2021/22 SCIPS was officially underway, and the school’s various clubs began preparing for the range of activities planned.
David had headed over to the Sports Complex for his weekend’s ‘main event’, a chess tournament. He had been accompanied by Nicky, who had insisted on not taking part in any of his own clubs’ planned events, always keen to avoid the spotlight. While chess was not the most thrilling of spectator sports (and let’s face it, not even that thrilling when you’re playing it), he had gone purely as moral support for David.
So far, things had gone well for the dorm’s youngest member, breezing his way to victory in his first two matches – one against a student from the Fothergill Academy and one from the Charles Summers Memorial School. That had taken him through to the quarter-final, one of the two Kingswood students to have made it that far.
While David had managed to remain focused on each match as it came up, one lingering concern remained ever-present throughout the afternoon, a concern that became all the more problematic as the pairings for the quarter-final were announced.
“And on table four, David Brown from the Kingswood Academy For Boys versus James Taylor, also from Kingswood!” the announcer called out.
It was immediately followed by a few hushed ‘ooh’s and comments. While most suspected it was simply because it was two students from the same school, those closer to the boys knew the real issue!
“Dammit,” David muttered, avoiding looking round as he stood beside Nicky. “He’s REALLY good. I’ve almost never beaten him!”
Nicky shook his head as he frowned. “Seriously? THAT’S you first thought?” he asked incredulously. “Not ‘I have to face my former best friend who I haven’t spoken to in three months’ or ‘this might be really awkward because I was secretly in love with him and now I don’t even talk to him’? Instead, it’s, ‘oh no, I might lose’? You are NOT like other people!” He shook his head in amused disbelief.
David stared, jaw slightly agape. “You… knew?” he asked, his feelings for James something he had only ever told one person directly. “Did… Josh tell you?” he asked nervously.
“David! Seriously!” Nicky scoffed. “He didn’t need to. It was so obvious. I think the only person in the dorm who DIDN’T know was James and that’s cos he’s oblivious to literally everything outside of his own life!”
“He’s not that bad!” David said defensively, then flinched at the realisation he was protecting someone he (supposedly) hated. “Whatever!” he snapped, shaking his head. “I can’t think about that now. I gotta keep my head in the game. I’m winning this tournament!”
“Okay,” Nicky nodded. “Good plan. He’s JUST another opponent, not the love of your life who abandoned you for another dorm and shattered your heart. That’s all. Got it!”
“You’re not helping!” David pouted.
“Sorry,” Nicky said, feeling a little guilty but unable to resist smirking. He grabbed David and turned him round to face the table he would be playing it. Massaging his shoulders like some movie boxer preparing for a big fight, he said, “You can do this. You’re the smartest guy in our year!” He nudged David to start walking, then added a sly, “At least since James left!”
David glared back at Nicky for a moment and scowled, then attempted to compose himself as he said, “Actually that would be Rob, based on grade average, so suck it!” Turning back round, he headed to the table. He stopped beside it, his eyes fixed on the board.
“You’re not even gonna look at me?” James asked as he stood facing him from the opposite side.
As David raised his head to look at the other boy, his face screwed up into a furious glare, though it quickly dropped as he saw his former best friend. He looked awful! He had always been a fairly pale boy, not a particular fan of the outdoors, but now he was almost ghostly white, his eyes heavy and withdrawn, his usual expression of calm neutrality lost to a look that made David’s heart break all over again.
David tried to speak, but words evaded him and moments later they were urged into their seats as the quarter-final matches began.
The hall was already quiet, that was simply the nature of the game, with the small crowd of spectators watching the four matches displayed by downward-facing cameras on a large screen. The table James and David were playing on seemed to go so far beyond quiet that sound actually seemed to vanish entirely around it.
The match progressed fairly evenly at first, both boys watching the board intently rather than looking at each other until James suddenly made a move that caused David to frown and glance across the board at him, blinking curiously. James never looked back, so David shook his head and played on. Though there was a chance this was some clever ploy, David felt certain he already knew how it would play out now. Three more moves and he would have James in check. Two beyond that would almost certainly be checkmate.
James moved. David moved. James again. David again. James went. David studied the board intently. This had to be a trap. James simply wasn’t that sloppy but everywhere he looked it seemed obvious he had him in check, exactly as predicted.
James seemed to shy away from the board a little, seemingly reaching the same conclusion as David of his inevitable loss. With a momentary look at David, James looked down at the board and toppled his king, not even needing to make any further moves to accept his defeat. It was met by polite applause, kept quiet so as not to disrupt the other two games that had yet to conclude.
“Why did you…” David started, but James stood and walked away before he could even finish the question. David just sat and watched him leave, bewildered and confused.
*****
‘Get naked and pretend you’ve been given a naked punishment by the school. Remain naked until a teacher catches on that you’re pretending! Tell nobody what you’re doing or why!’ That was what the latest note Danny received had said.
For weeks now, he had endured the merciless hazing of the other football captains. He had masturbated and fucked himself with toys publicly. He had wet himself in class. He had farted repeatedly until he earned himself a detention for it. He had been naked more times than he could count, in front of seemingly every person in the school. If there was a way for him to humiliate himself, he had endured it, and so far he had done so without hesitation.
Being elected football captain was not something Danny had expected when the term started, but it was something he had come to love from the moment it happened. It felt right. It felt like where he was supposed to be. It had brought him closer to Rob, the two of them both now captains of their respective sports. Basically, he loved it, and failing the hazing tasks was something he was not about to do now. He couldn’t jeopardise his position, at least that was what he thought… until now. This was too far! Had it been a normal day, he MIGHT have actually considered it, but with visitors from seven other schools there for the weekend, it was just one step too far.
“I’M NOT DOING IT!” Danny snapped angrily as he stormed up to the other football captains, having been due to meet them before the day’s football exhibition matches began. He glared at Theo, the eldest of the group.
“Yeah, good for you!” Andy, the Year 12 captain said firmly, patting Danny on the back supportively. “You tell him!”
“What?!” Theo exclaimed in surprise, glancing from Danny to Andy and back. “What aren’t you doing?” he asked Danny, absolutely lost. “What’s he telling me?” he asked, looking to Andy.
Andy shrugged and said, “No fucking idea, but I LOVE the passion and wanted to encourage the drama!”
The comment got a laugh from the other three captains stood with them as Theo continued to look increasingly befuddled by the whole thing.
“IT’S NOT FUCKING FUNNY!” Danny snapped at the laughing captains. “I don’t care anymore. I don’t care if you make me stop being Captain for… for refusing to do it… or… or for talking about it, but I’m NOT doing it! Not this time!”
“Okay, chill,” Theo said, moving up to Danny and placing his hands on both shoulders. “Chill, lil dude. Just… chill! I’m gonna need a bit more to go on!”
“A LOT more!” Miles, the Year 11 captain said, as amused as the others but confused in equal measure.
“THIS!” Danny said, pulling free of Theo’s hand as he shoved the note against his chest. “I’ve done EVERYTHING you’ve told me to so far, for WEEKS and I’m sick of it. I haven’t seen you doing ANY of it to Harry! Only me!”
“Me?” Harry, the Year 8 captain exclaimed, surprised to have his name dragged into it as he remained as clueless as the others.
“Exactly!” Danny snapped as Theo took the note and read it. “We’re BOTH new captains but they’re only hazing ME!”
“Hazing!” “What?” “What did we do?” the other captains called out in surprise.
“Hold up, hold up,” Theo said, gesturing for quiet. He held the note out to Danny and asked, “Who gave you this?”
“Nobody GAVE me it!” Danny snapped, his anger starting to give way to confusion. “It just… showed up in my bag, I never see who drops them off!”
“Them?” Theo frowned, re-reading the note again. “So it’s not just this one?”
“Are you FUCKING kidding me?” Danny snapped furiously. “No it’s not just THIS ONE. There’s been… fucking LOADS of them. Don’t start playing dumb now, just cos I’m calling you on your BULLSHIT!” He was properly snarling at the older boys now, ready to fight if he needed to.
“Okay first of all, Danny, I get you’re pissed but you speak to me or any other student that way again and I’ll slap the attitude right off your face!” Theo said, looking utterly serious.
Danny recoiled, shocked slightly back to his senses by the sincere threat.
“And secondly… this isn’t us!” Theo said holding up the note. He looked to the other captains and asked, “Right?”
“Right!” “Yeah!” “We wouldn’t!” “Not me!” the other chorused.
Danny was shocked into a hint of calmness by the threat, then looked completely at a loss thanks to the group’s denial. “But… but… what… but…” he stuttered. “It… it has to be you!”
Theo shook his head, feeling a little bad for losing his temper. He took a breath then placed a hand on Danny’s shoulder again as shook his head sympathetically. “Danny, this isn’t us. We don’t DO hazing. The football team put a total ban on hazing of any kind back in… I think it was, like, 2005!”
“2004,” Miles corrected him. “After the thing with, whatshisface, erm, Freddie Verne!”
“That’s the one!” Theo nodded thankfully to Miles before looking back to Danny. “Yeah, we don’t haze. Danny, whoever did is… it’s not us! I think someone’s just pranking you!” he said as he handed the note back to Danny.
Danny felt sick. Putting himself through such utter misery and humiliation for the sake of something he loved… that was almost worth it! But knowing he had done it all just for the entertainment of some other unknown student was almost unthinkably awful. As the reality began to sink in, his arm went limp as he let the note drop to his side and sniffed, barely holding back tears.
“But you know what,” Theo said firmly, “I’m glad you’ve told us, cos whoever it is, we’re gonna find out and we’re gonna make them pay for all of it. You mess with one of us, you mess with ALL of us!”
“He’s right, mate. We’ll get to the bottom of this,” Andy said, reaching down to take the note before putting an arm around Danny to pull him into a hug. As he glanced at the note, he frowned a little and held the note towards the others and asked, “Is it just me or does this handwriting look familiar?”
*****
“You sure you don’t wanna go watch the match?” Josh asked as he wandered along beside Mike.
“No chance. If I see that prick I’ll probably go for him again!” Mike said, looking a little disturbed by his own fury.
The football match about to take place over at the Sports Complex was between the Year 9 teams from the Crestwood Academy and King Edward VI Evans Hill School for Boys, or just ‘King Edwards’ as it was more commonly known. It had been during a match against the King Edwards team the previous year that their captain, a particularly spiteful boy named Gregory, had said truly horrific things to Josh about his suicide attempt, things awful enough to have made Mike assault him for it. It had resulted in the Kingswood team being disqualified from the match as well as earning Mike a punishment of his own.
Things had gotten even nastier later in the year. Having fought hard to make it to the final of the SCIPS football tournament, Kingswood faced King Edwards again and Gregory had resorted to blackmail to both get the win and get revenge on Mike. He had reported Mike’s illegal video-trading business to the teachers, and it was only thanks to an anonymous tip Josh had received and the forward planning of Nicky and David that Mike had managed to avoid being expelled (and potentially arrested)!
Mike had done his best to keep away from the visitors all day. As much as he would have happily pounded Gregory’s face to a pulp, it was a fear of his own actions that now kept him away.
“That’s exactly why we should go,” Josh smirked. “I’d love to see that dickhead get what he deserves! I could hold him down while you punch him til he stops being alive!” His eyes flashed wildly at the furious fantasy.
Mike recoiled a little. To say his relationship with Josh was complicated would be an understatement. For the most-part, he was the one who understood Mike best, the one who had seen and accepted his aggressive side, who let him express it, usually through mutual violence. At the same time, Josh was the one who seemed to bring that side out of him the most, almost gleefully at times.
“I don’t wanna kill him!” Mike said, shaking his head as he took a slight step away from Josh. “I don’t ever wanna hurt anyone,” he muttered softly.
“I was just kidding,” Josh giggled. “Although people like him DO deserve to be punished,” he said under his breath, the manic look in his eye returning for a moment.
“Yeah, well… we should just keep our distance and we don’t need to think about him, do we!” Mike said, shuddering as he imagined himself doing exactly what Josh had just described.
“Yeah, fair enough,” Josh huffed as they continued walking. “Well how about…”
“Shh!” Mike suddenly hissed, putting an arm out to stop Josh in his tracks. “Can you hear that?” he whispered.
Josh frowned, but listened quietly for a moment then nodded. “Someone’s crying!” he said quietly.
They exchanged looks for a moment, both clearly considering just walking the other way. Whether from a desire to help or simply morbid curiosity, they moved towards the sound.
“He’s not worth crying about!” they suddenly heard. The voice was undeniably familiar – it was Chris!
As they emerged from behind a large shrub, they found Chris sat alongside Mark – the source of the crying – on one of the benches.
Mark froze at the sight of the other two boys, quickly trying to wipe his face and act like he was okay.
Of all the people it could be, Mike found it both annoying and appropriate that it was Mark they stumbled across. As if the issue with Gregory and the comments he made about Josh weren’t bad enough, he had been accompanied by Mark… who happened to also be his secret boyfriend at the time.
“Are you okay?” Mike asked, immediately feeling stupid as he scowled to himself and said, “No, of course he’s not okay, he was crying. That’s as not okay as it gets, you fucking idiot!”
Mark actually chuckled at Mike’s angry correction of himself. While he was yet to really bond with any of his new dormmates aside from Chris, Mike and Josh were probably the two he felt furthest from, their history with Gregory making anything more than casual acquaintance seem unlikely.
“It’s okay, I’m… fine,” Mark insisted, wiping a tear from his cheek.
Josh ignored the comment and said, “I’m guessing this is because of… Gregory!” He virtually spat the name, like it left a bad taste in his mouth.
“Guys, can you give us some space!” Chris requested.
“It’s okay,” Mark said again, this time to Chris as he placed a hand gently on his arm. “I know they’ve got their own issues with him!”
“Too fucking right we do,” Josh growled.
“So what happened?” Mike asked, taking a seat cross-legged on the floor in front of the bench, looking up at Chris and Mark.
Josh sat down silently at his side.
Mark sighed as he shook his head. “Not really that much,” he said dejectedly. “We just… bumped into him on the way to the match and he…” Mark paused, sighing again, “All he said was ‘fuck off faggot’. That’s all! And I just… ugh… I can’t handle him anymore.”
“Ugh, Mike should kick his arse again!” Josh growled.
Chris frowned a little, both at the aggressive intent and about why Josh was suggesting Mike do it rather than doing it himself. “No, he doesn’t need to be getting into trouble again!” he insisted.
“HE can decide what do for himself, fuckwits!” Mike snarled angrily at them both, jumping to his feet. “Fuck’s sake. Does NOBODY believe I can actually THINK for myself? Fuck you all!” he snapped before marching away.
“Fuck,” Josh muttered as he started getting up to follow his friend.
“Wait, I’ll go! I think we probably need to talk anyway!” Chris said. With things starting to get back to normal with Nicky, Chris figured it was Mike’s turn now. He looked to Mark and asked softly, “You be okay?”
Mark nodded and Chris gave him a meek smile in return before running off after Mike.
Josh sat in awkward silence as Mark towered over him. Feeling a little intimidated, he climbed up to take the space Chris had just vacated but remained silent.
“You know… I never actually thanked you,” Mark said meekly.
Josh frowned curiously. “For what?” he asked, shaking his head.
Mark took a deep breath and reached into his pocket to pull out his phone. He pulled the case off to reveal a small slip of paper with the words ‘If you need help or need to talk, here’s my number!’ written on it, along with a telephone number. “For this!” he said, showing it to Josh.
Josh stared down at it open-mouthed. Josh had first met Mark back when the SCIPS was just getting restarted, during some football matches that were held at Kingwood. He had spotted Mark looking distressed as he appeared to be getting bullied by Gregory and their teammates. He had slipped the note to Mark in an attempt to offer him help. “You… still have that?” he asked in genuine surprise.
Mark nodded, slipping the case back on his phone, being careful not to damage the note. “It helped me a lot!” he admitted.
“You never called!” Josh exclaimed with a confused frown.
“No,” Mark said, shaking his head. “I couldn’t. I… I couldn’t admit I even needed help, but… any time I felt especially low, I’d look at that note and I’d know that… that SOMEONE cared, even if it was just some random guy at another school. It helped me more than you could ever know!”
“Wow,” Josh exclaimed, honoured to have been able to offer that kind of support from such a simple gesture.
“But then… Gregory went and said that stuff to you and I just… stood there and let him do it!” Mark said, almost in tears once again.
“Don’t!” Josh snapped. “Don’t do that!” he insisted. “Don’t blame yourself for NOT standing up to someone like that. I’ve been there. I spent most of my life not being able to stand up to people who were hurting me and I know what it’s like. You’re NOT to blame!”
“Kinda feels like I am!” Mark pouted. “I guess I kinda paid you back a bit though,” he said, managing a weak smile.
“You did?” Josh asked curiously.
Mark nodded. “Yeah. Telling you Gregory’s plan… what he was gonna with reporting Mike. I mean, I know that doesn’t make up for…”
“That was you?!” Josh interrupted in surprise.
Mark smirked. “Well who’d you think it was?” he asked, shaking his head.
“I dunno,” Josh shrugged. “I guess… I hadn’t really thought about it. But… shit… I gotta tell Mike. He’ll hate you a LOT less once he knows that!”
“Oh good, so he’ll only hate me a little bit!” Mark said a little sarcastically.
Josh giggled awkwardly. “He doesn’t hate you, he’s just… he can be a bit confusing sometimes!” Josh said, unsure how best to explain it. Silence hung between them for a few moments before Josh said sheepishly, “I think I need to apologise to you.”
“What for?” Mark asked curiously.
Josh shrugged. “I guess… for kinda… keeping my distance,” he said awkwardly. “I’ve been… I mean, I guess I still am… going through some things but I think I’ve maybe not given you… given US… the chance to… I dunno, become friends!”
Mark nodded. “Well, I guess we do have a lot in common,” he said with a nod.
“Both a bit messed up cos of abusive dickheads?” Josh suggested.
Mark snorted with laughter. “I was just gonna say cos we do a lot of the same after-school stuff,” he chuckled, “But yeah, that too I suppose!”
Josh thought for a moment and nodded, “Oh yeah, football, rugby and martial arts!” he thought through their shared activities.
“And dance!” Mark added.
“Oh yeah,” Josh nodded. “Well… maybe from now on, we go together… if that’s okay with your boyfriend!” he sniggered, gesturing in Chris’ direction.
“NOT my boyfriend!” Mark insisted. “And are you sure you don’t need to okay it with YOUR boyfriend!” he teased back, gesturing in the direction Mike had gone.
Josh sniggered as he said, “Yeah, he wishes!” As Mark chuckled but didn’t reply, Josh frowned thoughtfully for a moment and asked, “Did Gregory know it was you that tipped us off?”
Mark visibly flinched at the question, but nodded gently. “Sort of,” he started awkwardly. “I mean, it’s not like I confessed it to him, but… I was the only one who knew what he was doing. He… did used to be a dick to me, but he talked to me too. He, like, told me stuff he didn’t tell anyone else when we were alone together and he was actually kinda… sweet when it was just us!”
Josh shook his head, scowling slightly as he said, “Yeah, my brothers played nice when other people were around too!”
“No, it wasn’t like that,” Mark insisted. “It’s… almost the opposite. You make it sound like the act they were putting on was hiding the real them, but with Gregory the real him was the one only I saw, it’s the rest that’s the act, mostly cos he was scared of what’d happen if he got outed!”
“Doesn’t excuse being a cunt!” Josh snapped angrily.
“No, it doesn’t. But I guess back to your original question, he knew and… he dumped me!” Mark said, slightly tearfully. “The really stupid thing is, I begged him not to and as much as I hate him, I reckon if he showed up right now and said, ‘let’s get back together’, I’d probably do it! Even after he made my life hell afterwards… well, even MORE of a hell!”
“It was… bad then?” Josh asked, barely holding back his anger over the thought of Gregory.
“They had to take me out of school,” Mark said with a gentle nod. “I think they woulda taken Gregory out if I’d told them he was the ringleader, but…”
“You still wanted to protect him, even though you hated him!” Josh said knowingly.
Mark sighed and nodded. “Yeah,” he said wistfully. “But… well, the easy solution was to take me out and have me move somewhere else, so… here I am!” He gestured at the area around him with a timid smirk.
Josh nodded for a moment then smiled as he said, “Well it sucks how you got here, but… I’m glad you did!” He leaned to the side slightly, his arm pressing against Mark’s.
“Yeah, me too,” Mark said happily, leaning back against the smaller boy.
*****
“STOP following me!” Mike snapped without looking back, knowing Chris was still right behind him.
“Well stop ignoring me!” Chris called back.
“If I’m telling you to stop following me, I’m clearly not ignoring you!” Mikey argued.
“Fine,” Chris agreed. “Then… stop running away from me!” he demanded.
“I’m not running, I’m walking!” Mike said petulantly as he continued trying to get away from Chris.
“Oh whatever, stop WALKING away from me!” Chris demanded, following blindly, not really paying attention to where they were walking.
“No, fuck off, if I wanted to talk to you, I’d be talking to you!” Mike insisted. “And admittedly I AM talking to you now, but only to tell you I DON’T want to talk to you, so that’s acceptable!” he reasoned. “But it means I don’t want to talk to you!”
“Well I wanna talk to you!” Chris said firmly, but stopped as he saw Mike veer off from the open ground he had marching across to step into the woods instead.
“And I don’t wanna talk to you… and now you won’t follow me cos you’re too much of a pussy!” Mike taunted, glancing back to smirk as he saw Chris hanging back.
“You… you think I won’t follow you, just cos you’ve gone into the woods?” Chris called after him, remaining motionless.
“Yeah, that’s exactly what I think,” Mike sniggered. “I’m waiting!” he said as he turned, holding his arms out, just daring Chris to follow.
“Fine!” Chris snapped, forcing himself to walk in. He barely got five paces in before he began to hyper-ventilate, shook his head and ran back, dropping to the floor. He sat with his knees pulled up to his chest, his arms wrapped around them as he stared at the school, trying not to think about the trees behind him. Mike had won.
He sat there for a minute, slowly calming himself with breathing exercises, feeling his pulse slowing as he regained his composure. Just as he was about to get up, he heard footsteps beside him, followed a moment later by Mike sitting down at his side.
“I really thought you’d follow me!” Mike sighed.
“You did all that just to try and get me into the woods?” Chris asked, raising his eyebrows curiously.
“No,” Mike said, shaking his head. “I really just wanted you to fuck off, but… I dunno, I figured maybe I could fix you at the same time,” he shrugged.
Chris frowned a little at the implication he was broken but didn’t lash out in return for fear of angering the boy again. Instead he asked cautiously, “If you wanted me to fuck off… why are you here now?”
“I don’t know,” Mike shrugged, staring ahead at the school. “Maybe I wanted to make sure you were okay. Maybe I wanted to keep arguing with you. Maybe I just… don’t have a reason. Who knows!”
“Well… in case it’s the first one… thanks,” Chris said quietly.
Mike shrugged but remained silent for several moments before he asked, “What does it feel like?” As he felt Chris looking at him curiously, he pursed his lips thoughtfully for a moment and clarified, “When you think about going into the woods and you, like, freeze up or whatever. How do you feel?”
Chris frowned. “Well… not good, obviously!” he said quite bluntly.
“No, I know that much, twatface,” Mike scowled gruffly. “I mean… like… is it like you… erm… like you’re not in control of you? Like… someone else is driving and… and you’re just, like… sat in the passenger seat and have to… I dunno, watch while they take charge?”
Chris turned to look back at the school again, frowning at the unusually detailed guess as he contemplated it. “I guess a bit, like, my body won’t do what I want it to do, but it’s… it’s always me in the drivers’ seat!”
“Oh,” Mike nodded. “Okay,” he said softly.
Silence crept in once again, each of the boys taking it in turns to look at the other for a moment before choosing to remain silent.
Eventually it was Chris who spoke up. “Why aren’t you keeping the promise?”
Mike sighed. He didn’t need to clarify; he knew exactly the one Chris meant. When Chris and Nicky had asked him to join their relationship, Mike had asked them both to make a promise, one that assured they would still be friends even if the relationship didn’t work out… one that was clearly not being honoured! “I dunno, you and Nicky seem to be doing okay with it!” he pouted.
“We’re getting there,” Chris nodded, before adding a quieter, “Slowly!”
Mike stared down at the grass between his legs as he sat with them spread out in front of him, casually tugging at occasional blades to rip them up before tossing them back down at his side.
“Look,” Chris continued carefully, “I get you being pissed at Nicky. He dumped you. Admittedly not quite as… publicly as he dumped me, but still, I get you being pissed at him for doing it. What I don’t get is why you’re so pissed at ME. I mean, YOU dumped ME and back before summer break I thought… I thought we might be okay, but now… this is the longest conversation we’ve had in three months!” Chris said, sounding every bit as heartbroken as he felt.
“I, erm… I…” Mike started, repeating it a few times, like a car engine that won’t quite start. He suddenly looked off to the side, away from Chris and growled before looking back down at the grass.
“Was that…” Chris started, frowning heavily. “Mikey…”
“Mike!” Mike snapped instantly at the erroneous nickname.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” Chris quickly apologised, still getting used to the name. “Just then… were you…” he wasn’t quite sure whether to say what he was thinking, unsure whether it would trigger a rage or possibly even put the idea back in Mike’s head. “Is Snuffles back?” he asked cautiously, referring to the imaginary friend Mike had had back during his first year at the school.
“No!” Mike snapped sharply. “I’m too old for that shit,” he said sharply. “I just… it’s a tough question, okay. That’s all and… and I needed a second to think about it!”
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” Chris nodded. “Well… you’ve had a second… so… why are you punishing me for YOU breaking up with ME?”
“I’m not… punishing you,” Mike said meekly. “I just…” he paused, sighing as he shook his head. “It’s just better this way, okay.”
“No, not okay!” Chris scowled. “Okay would be having my friend back!”
“Then…” Mike started, climbing to his feet. He looked down at Chris, who ventured a hopeful smile. “I guess we’re gonna have to get used to NOT being okay!” He stared at Chris for a moment as the smile faded away, then turned to head back towards the school.
*****
“Hey, I know I usually let you come up with the scenarios,” Danny said as he sat beside Adrian, waiting for the others to arrive, “But I have a fun one in mind that I think you might like!”
“Oh yeah?” Adrian asked with a grin. As much as he loved creating the roleplay situations he played out with his friends, hearing their ideas was every bit as exciting, a brief glimpse into the perverted side of their minds.
“Yeah,” Danny grinned. “Although it DOES involve Brian, so we’d have to wait til a Monday night when he’s free,” Danny pouted. “And it… might cost us some COK to use one of the rooms down in the Underground!”
“You know I’m always happy to offer my COK!” Adrian grinned, the boys never tiring of using the Underground currency’s acronym in amusing ways.
“Not always! I seem to recall you kinda freaking out the first time I… wanted your cock!” Danny teased.
“Yeah, and you ‘didn’t do dating’ but now you’re pretty much married. Things change. Roll with it!” Adrian teased back.
“Hnnh, fair point,” Danny giggled. “So any clues about what’s in store for tonight?”
“Oh please, you know I don’t do spoilers!” Adrian smirked. “Anyway, here come the others,” he said excitedly as he watched the small group approach.
Q-Ball, Clover, Kyle and Rob were chattering excitedly as they approached the other two. As Adrian rushed over to talk to them, Rob casually broke away and headed for Danny.
“Can I have a hug?” Rob requested quietly as he got nearer to Danny.
“Sure,” Danny giggled, holding the other boy tightly for a moment. “I know that face,” he said as they parted. “This is a Jazz thing, right? What happened?”
“Nothing,” Rob said, shaking his head. “I guess it’s just… having all these visitors here, it kinda reminds me of last year, when Jazz was just a visitor. Keeps making me think about how much me and Luke loved having him around and…” he sighed, shaking his head.
“And how you thought when he came here, it’d just be BAM, insta-boyfriend?” Danny suggested, getting a pout and nod from Rob. “You know what I’m gonna say, don’t you?”
Rob smirked as he shrugged and said, “Is it ‘Hold up, let me go and publicly humiliate myself’ or something like that?”
“Oh, oh you’re funny. You’re so funny. No wonder you’ve got two boyfriends. Oh no, wait… it’s just one!” Danny taunted back.
Rob stared open-mouthed. “Oh, ohhhh, low blow!” he complained, emotionally winded.
“Sorry not sorry,” Danny smirked. “You deserved it… kinda,” he gave Rob a gentle punch to the arm and got a smirk in return. “But no, what I’m gonna say is the same thing I’ve been saying for weeks! Talk. To. Him!”
“Geez, okay, whatever,” Rob said shaking his head.
“Oh!” Danny suddenly exclaimed. “I forgot to tell you. I’m fucking livid!”
Rob smirked. “Good to know. Any reason or is this just, like, a new personality trait you’re adopting?” he asked playfully.
“The hazing!” Danny exclaimed.
“Oh fuck, what now?” Rob asked, cocking his head sympathetically. He had found out about the hazing a couple of weeks before and had tried repeatedly to convince Danny to simply stop.
“Yeah, erm, so I got a new note today and I actually did what you suggested,” Danny said. He looked Rob up and down, smiled and said, “At least one of us can take advice!”
Rob just rolled his eyes.
“Anyway, I storm up to the other captains and I’m all, like, I’ve had enough, this stops now, grr arrgh!” Danny explained.
Rob grinned broadly. “And?” he demanded.
“And… it turns out it’s not even them doing it!” Danny said, feeling his fists clench.
“What? Seriously?” Rob asked, mouth slightly agape. “Then who?”
Danny shrugged. “No idea. Someone pulling a prank, probably. The others said they’ll figure it out, but seriously, when they do, I’m gonna kick some arse!”
“Fuck. I don’t blame you!” Rob said, shaking his head. “Although I’m gonna kinda miss seeing the crap they’ve had you doing!”
“Yeah, well, that’s over. I’m done being humiliated!” Danny insisted.
“Okay, who’s ready to humiliate Danny?” Adrian called out, having finished briefing the others on the roleplay.
Rob immediately burst into hysterical laughter at the accidentally perfect timing.
*****
Nicky wandered into the dorm, figuring some of the others might be there. They weren’t due to meet to go for dinner for another hour, but David’s chess tournament was over and as much as he had been willing to stay and support him during it, celebrating with a bunch of chess players who seemed determined to discuss and analyse every move was not his idea of fun.
As he walked in, he was surprised to find it so quiet, though there was a lone figure sat down on the sofas. “Oh, hey Mark,” he said painfully awkwardly.
“Hey,” Mark smiled as he saw then other boy walk in.
“I thought you’d be with Chris,” Nicky said, then flinched a little at his own awkwardness.
“Oh, he’s off with Mike somewhere!” Mark shrugged.
“Chris and… Mike…” Nicky said, unsure quite what to think of that. “Do we… need to call someone?”
Mark shrugged. “Probably not,” he said with a slight smirk.
“Wow, so he left you all on your own on your birthday! Rude,” Nicky said as he took a seat on one of the vacant sofas.
Mark shrugged. “Well he technically left me with Josh, but then Josh said he had to go meet someone called… Jenna Nell?” he said, looking confused.
“Jenna… Nell?” Nicky frowned before a look of realisation spread across his face. “Oh, no, not Jenna Nell. Jen and El, as in Jensen and Ellis, his brothers!”
“Oh that makes more sense,” Mark nodded, but then quickly looked confused again. “Wait, I thought one of his brothers was called Mark, like me!”
Nicky smirked and nodded. “He is. It’s Ryan and Mark, they’re his ACTUAL brothers… or… ex brothers I suppose, cos of the whole…” he paused, to frown, “…thing!” he finished, unsure how else to put it. “Jensen and Ellis are, like, his adopted brothers. They’re students here too!”
“Oh!” Mark nodded. “I guess there’s… still a lot I don’t know!” he pouted a little.
Silence began to fill the air around them, both feeling the need to fill it but a little lost for what to say. Nicky had never been good with new people, and with Mark spending so much time with Chris (whom Nicky was still giving space to) the two had rarely spoken beyond a casual good morning or good night.
Keeping in mind the advice he had been following lately to tackle some of his issues, Nicky figured there was no harm in a little honesty as he said, “Sorry, I… I’m really not good around new people. It’s… not personal, I promise!”
Mark chuckled and nodded. “I get it. I do that too,” he said with a slight shrug.
Nicky smiled, unsure whether Mark actually meant it or was just agreeing to seem polite. “I don’t get these people who can just… walk up to someone and be, like, ‘Hey I don’t know you but let’s just chat and stuff!’ It just… makes no sense to me!”
“Right!” Mark said, grinning broadly as he sat up nodding. “They can just… talk, like, ya know… like they’ve been best mates for years and I’m sat there like… ‘Hi… erm… my name is, erm… I’ve forgotten it’ or something!”
“Ugh, this guy gets it,” Nicky giggled, visibly relaxing a little as he realised Mark really did understand.
Mark chuckled again and nodded for a moment, then frowned and said, “Huh, actually I guess that’s… kinda what we’re doing now, right?”
Nicky’s eyes widened. “Oh my god I’m cured!” he declared excitedly as he jumped to his feet before they both burst into fits of giggles.
“Yeah, all you need to be able to talk to new people is spending six weeks sharing a dorm with them followed by awkwardly ending up alone with them. Simple as that!” Mark sniggered.
“Ah, fair point,” Nicky said, nodding as he sat back down. “Well, I’m still counting it as progress!”
“You should. I am too!” Mark said with a nod. “Today’s…” he started, then paused, looking thoughtful, “It’s had tough moments but… I think I’m moving in the right direction!”
“I’m sorry,” Nicky said, flinching a little. “I know… things haven’t been great since you got here and a lot of that’s kinda my fault.” He thought for a moment, cocking his to one side then the other. “Actually, most of it, but… things’ll keep getting better, I promise!”
“Are you kidding?” Mark asked, shaking his head. Nicky looked slightly worried for a moment before Mark smiled and said, “I can live with ‘not great’, believe me. My worst day here has been a million times better than ANY day I had at King Edwards!”
“Seriously?” Nicky asked, surprised.
Mark nodded. “Yeah, most nights I’d…” he stopped, blushing as he realised what he was admitting. Figuring it was too late to just stop, he lowered his gaze a little and finished quietly, “… I’d cry myself to sleep under the covers!”
“Fuck!” Nicky exclaimed. “That’s…” he didn’t have words for it.
“Yeah, it is!” Mark shrugged. “So believe me, a few squabbles between a bunch of guys who clearly, like, really care about each other… this I can live with, believe me!”
“Ah, well just wait, we haven’t had this year’s ‘thing’ yet!” Nicky said with a stern nod.
“Thing?” Mark frowned.
Nicky chuckled. “Just kidding, but it’s kinda like… this dorm ATTRACTS drama, and each year we seem to get an especially big one, so… look out for that. It’s one of our many traditions!” he explained with a grin.
“Good to know,” Mark said, pouting a little as he nodded, trying to look thoughtful. “Any other traditions I should know about?” he joked.
“Well Chris usually does No Nut November, although the last one ended with a near-death experience, so that tradition may be… near-death!” Nicky said with a smirk. “And then obviously there’s Kinkswood!, the school’s kink festival. Oh, and Danny getting naked on stage at the Halloween costume contest!”
Mark snorted with laughter. “Funny!” he sniggered, then frowned as Nicky looked serious. “Wait, are you… are you NOT making these up?”
“Oh, you have SO much to learn!” Nicky smirked. “Oh, actually there is one more tradition, but it’s… one I started that… erm… actually, never mind!” He blushed heavily as he realised he didn’t want to explain his birthday tradition.
“No, go on,” Mark said, shuffling forward in his seat.
“Well…” Nicky started, turning deep crimson. “I kinda… started this thing where I… give the guys in the dorm a…” he trailed off, the last two words lost completely.
“A what?” Mark demanded.
Nicky closed his eyes and shook his head. “A birthday kiss!” he sighed. “But I’m not saying that so that you…”
“Okay!” Mark said with a shrug.
“Okay?” Nicky asked, unsure quite what he meant.
“Yeah, okay,” Mark repeated. “Who am I to break tradition?” He stood up and said, “Wait, do I stand, or should I… erm… do I need to sit?”
“Depends how good you think I am!” Nicky said, clearly using humour to mask his nerves as he stood too. Mark was a fairly imposing figure for his age, but Nicky still managed to stand a whole ten centimetres taller than him. He smirked as he said, “Makes a nice change. Saves me leaning down so far!”
“I’m… happy to help!?” Mark said with a grin, shrugging a little.
“Are you… sure this is okay?” Nicky asked as he moved closer. As Mark nodded, he leaned in and their lips met. He held there for a second, ready to pull back before he felt Mark grab him. As he felt Mark’s tongue cautiously probe at his lips, he let them part slightly, their tongues meeting as the kiss continued.
Their hands casually grasped at each other as they embraced. It continued for the best part of a minute before they both let go, each taking a slight step back before they looked at each other with awkward smiles.
“I think I like this tradition,” Mark chuckled.
“It’s definitely one I enjoy,” Nicky agreed. “You’re… really good at that, by the way!”
“Thanks,” Mark said. He frowned a little as he said, “I don’t… DO much stuff yet, but… I do like kissing!”
“Good to know. Already looking forward to next year,” Nicky chuckled as he sat back down.
“Well Chris said we need to celebrate my birthday a different day, cos of the other stuff happening today, so… technically THAT would be my birthday too… if that counts!” Mark said with a cheeky grin.
“Oh it counts! I’ll see you then!” Nicky said eagerly. “Just, erm… just to be sure though, you know this is… literally just for the tradition. I’m not, like… coming onto you!”
Mark clutched at his chest. “Wait, you mean… you don’t love me?” he gasped.
Nicky was not quite gullible enough to fall for it. Narrowing his eyes, he shook his head and said, “Great, just what this dorm needs… more sarcasm!” As he got a laugh from Mark, he shook his head again and said, “I think you’re really gonna fit in here!”
*****
“Oh, would ya look at that! Looks like my team’s winning!” Rob taunted. “Told ya they would! Looks like they’re gonna have to pay up!” he said as Adrian scored again.
“You Kingswood boys are so smug!” Danny said back with a sneer. “But we’ll soon put you in your place!” He turned to look at Clover and Q-Ball. “Come on, you fucking losers, put some fucking effort in and show ‘em how it’s done at Crestwood!”
The roleplay scenario was well underway now. With two team captains taking part, Adrian had been inspired to come up with a scenario that made the most of it, as well as having more boys than usual involved. Rob and Danny were currently playing the roles of captains of the basketball teams for Kingswood and Crestwood.
“You wanna come and show us how it’s done if you think it’s that easy?” Clover snapped back at his captain.
“Are you talking back to me?” Danny snapped back at him.
“Well my lips moved and sound came out, so… yes!” Clover said petulantly.
“Oh, trouble in the ranks?” Rob taunted from beside him.
“You worry about your own losers!” Danny snapped, gesturing to Adrian and Kyle who formed Rob’s Kingswood team.
“Hey, don’t call them that!” Rob said sharply. “They’re ugly, stinking weirdos, but they’re not losers!”
“Heyyyy!” Adrian and Kyle whined.
“Oh what, just shut up and play!” Rob said, fully embracing the role of abusive captain, enjoying the chance to be less kind than he usually was in his leadership role.
“Hold up,” Adrian said, holding back a smirk. “You two decided to make a bet, on US, about who’d win, and it’s US who have to pay up on the bet and get used if we lose? Ya know what! Fuck you both!”
“Wow, rude much. Keep your team in check, fuckwit!” Danny smirked.
“No, he’s right!” Q-Ball joined in, he and Clover moving closer to the opposing team as the whole group began to advance on the two captains.
“When you said ‘fuck you both’ is there any chance you meant that literally?” Q-Ball asked with a manic grin.
“Hey, back off or you’ll be off the team!” Danny said, taking a nervous step back.
“Yeah, if being off the team means being free of dickheads like you, then ya know what… I quit!” Q-Ball said as they continued their advance on the two increasingly nervous looking captains.
“Hey, back down… I’m… I’m not kidding!” Rob said, grabbing Danny’s arm as they retreated together.
“GET ‘EM!” Adrian yelled.
The four boys lunged, managing to knock both Rob and Danny to the ground.
Q-Ball flipped Danny over, grabbed both arms up behind his back and said to Clover, “I’ve got him. You help with the big one!”
“Oy!” Rob yelped.
“Oh he definitely meant big in a good way!” Clover said as he jumped on to help Adrian and Kyle subdue Rob.
Back in character, Rob yelped out, “Get off, ya bastards!”
“Quick, get his clothes off!” Adrian instructed.
“Wooo, yeah!” Danny called out, but as he got a glare from Adrian for breaking character, he said less enthusiastically, “No. Don’t! Stop it!”
As strong as Rob was, easily outweighing Adrian, Kyle and Clover individually, against all three it would have been a struggle, even if he hadn’t been a willing participant in their ‘assault’. His clothes were gradually being ripped off of him, some parts of it literally.
“Ya still good?” Adrian whispered as he leaned in close to Rob’s ear.
Rob nodded, but whispered back, “Just no…”
“Anal, yeah, I know,” Adrian interrupted with a chuckle. “That’s all for Danny!”
Rob chuckled at the reassurance before he and Adrian both slipped back into character. “GET OFF YOU FUCKING WANKERS!” he yelped.
“Here, tie his hands!” Adrian said, offering the tattered remnants of Rob’s t-shirt to Clover as he held Rob’s hands behind his back.
“Okay, you keep hold of him, we’ll take Danny!” Kyle said, nodding to Adrian who happily sat atop Rob to keep him in place.
As Q-Ball, Clover and Kyle got started on stripping Danny, who made a token effort to look like he was resisting, they heard a sudden moan from beside them.
“What was that?” Q-Ball asked curiously.
“Lemme guess. Nipples?” Danny asked with a grin from beneath the other three.
Adrian, who had just reached beneath Rob who was face down on the ground, sniggered and nodded.
“Yeah, you’re definitely gonna want to give them some attention,” Kyle giggled.
Danny was naked within moments, his rigid cock pressed against the ground as the others remained on him. As they pulled his arms behind his back to tie them, he suddenly felt hot, his breathing growing ragged as he pulled to try and move his arms or legs. “GET OFF, UNTIE ME!” Danny shrieked, his tone making it clear that he wasn’t in character without even resorting to their safe word.
Kyle quickly released Danny’s hands and they got off, allowing him to move again.
As Q-Ball and Clover stood back, looking a little panicked as Adrian jumped from Rob to lay down beside Danny and stroked his back gently. “Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay,” Adrian reassured him softly.
“Sorry, it just… felt a bit too much like…” Danny started, but couldn’t say the words.
“It’s okay, I get it. You wanna stop?” Adrian asked, his hand raising to stroke through his friend’s hair. He was already mentally kicking himself for the idea, though considering Danny hadn’t even thought to object about being restrained, and the way it might trigger memories of his paralysis, Adrian couldn’t really blame himself too much.
“Fuck no. We’re doing this!” Danny grinned. “Just… one sec.” He rolled over and sat up, looking at the two nervous Crestwood boys as Rob and Kyle watched on from the side. “I’m sorry sirs, I’ll do whatever you tell me, just… don’t tie me up. I beg you, I’ll do anything!” He was clearly back in character, quickly adapting to use what had happened.
“Fine, then let’s get some dicks in you!” Clover said happily.
“Let’s get some dicks in you!?” Q-Ball scoffed, shaking his head as the others sniggered.
“Whatever, let’s just do it,” Clover said, blushing at the mockery of his improvised line.
“Oh no, are you all gonna fuck me? Oh no!” Danny said, barely even pretending to dislike the idea.
“Nah, you lucked out… captain!” Clover said with a wicked grin. He pointed to Q-Ball and said, “He’s a bottom!” then gestured to Adrian and Kyle as he added, “And those guys are still junior league!” Grinning as he looked Danny up and down hungrily, he finished, “But don’t worry, I got plenty of dick to keep you busy!”
“Seriously, where do you come up with these lines?” Q-Ball scoffed.
“And really? Junior league?” Adrian said, shaking his head.
“Oh my god, just… shut up and fuck me!” Danny interjected. As everyone looked at him he blushed a little, then shrugged and said, “I mean… oh no, I’m sorry team… please don’t hurt me!”
“Smooth,” Adrian muttered with an amused headshake, “Well you guys enjoy… whatever league you’re in! Me and Kyle can handle our captain, right?”
“Right!” Kyle agreed happily.
Danny watched his two friends preparing to play with Rob. Ever since Adrian had confessed his feelings for Kyle (as well as his reluctance for pursuing them), Danny had watched them both closely. Kyle was clearly every bit as besotted with the other boy as Adrian was with Kyle and he could totally see them together - in fact he rarely saw them apart anymore – but he decided to stay out of it. If they were going to get together, they’d figure it out for themselves… much like Chris and Mark. Danny let out a gentle whimper as his best friend popped into his head once again.
Fortunately, Danny didn’t have long to dwell on the subject before he felt himself being roughly manhandled to his feet by the two Crestwood boys.
“Whadda you say, ‘captain’? Clover growled in Danny’s ear from behind. “Wanna be the meat in a Crestwood sandwich?”
“Oh my god, you need to stop with these lines, you’re killing me,” Q-Ball sniggered, though the smile quickly dropped as he pressed himself against Danny’s front. “But that sounds fun to me. You in?”
“No,” Danny said, shaking his head, “But turn around and I soon will be!”
“Ha!” Clover cackled at Danny’s equally cheesy line. He quickly pulled his cock out, pressing it into the small of Danny’s back.
“Damn, did that thing get even bigger?” Danny asked as he felt Clover’s impressively large appendage pressed against him. “I really need to introduce you to Nicky some time so you can compare!”
“Can I watch?” Rob called over, getting a laugh from everyone else.
“Quiet, captain. If you’re talking, you’re not sucking!” Kyle said, grabbing Rob’s head to make him take the dick back into his mouth.
Danny let out a low groan as he felt Clover press the head of his large prick into his hole. It was so distracting he almost forget what he was doing with Q-Ball, and only remembered when he felt the other boy’s butt push back against his hand. “Ahhh fffffuck,” Danny moaned as Clover slowly pushed inside him.
By the time Clover was fully inside Danny, he had his dick positioned to impale Q-Ball, allowing the force of the thrust from behind him to nudge him in.
“Ah, Danny,” Q-Ball groaned as one hand reached back behind his head to grasp at Danny’s.
Danny playfully nuzzled at the hand for a moment before he felt it slip a little further back and grasp onto his nape. Pulled forward a little, he found his lips pressed against Q-Ball’s shoulder, which he happily nibbled and kissed at. Clover’s arms wrapped around him from behind, both gripped tightly around him to hold their bodies together as he thrust in with quick short movements, keeping most of his dick inside Danny.
As Rob knelt sucking alternately on Kyle and Adrian, letting out occasional grunts when they reached down to tweak his nipples, he glanced sideways at the other three boys.
“That’s so hot,” Adrian moaned as he watched the three-way fuck.
“Do you… wanna do that?” Kyle asked nervously.
Rob watched from below. Anal was something he had dabbled with slightly, mostly in the form of fingering with Luke and Jazz, but remained something outside of his usual sexual repertoire. As he heard Adrian reply, “Maybe someday, just… not yet!” he smiled as much as his cock-filled mouth would allow. It was nice to know he wasn’t the only one feeling that way.
“How does it feel, captain?” Clover asked, remaining in character. “To be used the way you wanted to use us?”
Danny wanted to answer honestly, to tell them he was in absolute heaven, but he knew Adrian liked them to keep to the roleplay scenario as much as possible. “This is so embarrassing. Please, please don’t tell the rest of the team you fucked me like this!” Danny pleaded.
“And how about you?” Adrian asked, grabbing a handful of Rob’s hair to pull him off of Kyle’s dick.
Before Rob could answer, Kyle said, “This doesn’t feel that embarrassing for him yet. Maybe we can make it worse!”
“Oh yeah, any ideas?” Adrian asked, always excited to hear what other boys could come up with in the heat of the scene.
“You could all cum on his nipples and make SOMEONE suck it all off to see if it’d make him cum,” Danny suggested, eyes flashing wildly as he saw Rob stare back at him in a mix of shock and delight. “Which it probably would,” he added with a smirk.
“We doing that?” Kyle asked, gulping a little as he looked at Adrian.
“We’re definitely doing that!” Adrian nodded back eagerly.
“You should let Q-Ball add to that,” Clover started.
Danny suppressed a moan as he felt the cock inside him throb. Clover clearly liked the suggestion too.
“He cums like a fucking firehose. Plenty for…” Clover paused, raising a hand to grab a handful of Danny’s hair, “… SOMEONE to lick up!”
Danny giggled playfully as he said, “To be clear, I’m someone. Someone is me!”
“Yeah, I think we got that,” Kyle sniggered.
“Well… you might wanna, ugh… get him in position,” Q-Ball grunted, mildly aroused by being talked about so casually by the others. “I’m not gonna be long!”
Kyle and Adrian quickly dragged Rob over (with him helping a little if only to avoid injury) and made him kneel in front of the three-way fuck.
Danny reached around and knocked Q-Ball’s hand away, stroking his dick for him as he continued fucking from behind.
Q-Ball’s infamously large balls, his namesake, swung pendulously as Danny jerked him off. Rob had barely been in place a for a minute before Q-Ball let out a shuddery moan and began to shower Rob with spunk. Looking down over his shoulder, Danny aimed the pulsating phallus as much as he could at one of Rob’s nipples. After getting a successful hit with the fourth spurt, he aimed for the other.
“Oh my god,” Rob groaned as he felt the warm wetness of the other boy’s cum strike his most sensitive area. The way it rapidly cooled, the fluid slowly trickling down his chest, it just added to the excitement, making his cock throb as drips of spunk begun landing it.
“Fuck!” Adrian exclaimed at the sight of it. He reached out and over Rob and grabbed Kyle’s dick, stroking it in time with his own.
By the time Q-Ball had come down from his orgasm, pulled off of Danny and moved aside, Adrian and Kyle were simultaneously spurting their loads onto Rob, each taking a side. With their dicks mere centimetres from Rob’s chest, there was no risk of them missing his sensitive nipples, both standing pert with the remnants of Q-Ball’s spunk on them.
Watching two more loads cover his friend, Danny was so distracted he almost forgot about the large tool impaling him. It was only when he heard, “I’m cumming!” growled in his ear, coupled with the arms around him tightening that he remembered. He felt a few spurts of thick goo inside him, followed by delicate kisses on his neck.
Reaching down, he stroked himself to an orgasm he had been ready for several minutes before. Barely a dozen rapid strokes and he was adding his load to the three already adorning Rob, who was now a panting, quivering mess, his cock twitching and throbbing wildly.
“Come on then,” Clover said as he finally let go of Danny and placed his hands on his shoulders to push him down to his knees. “Get licking!”
Danny looked at Rob with a grin. This was far from their first encounter, but this was certainly something they hadn’t done before. He leaned down and placed his tongue just above Rob’s navel, then slid his tongue upwards, feeling spunk begin to pool on it. As he felt some begin to dribble down its sides, he pulled it into his mouth and swallowed then poked it back out again, his tongue now in the centre of Rob’s chest.
“Which one first?” Danny asked with a grin.
Rob whimpered and said, “Th… this one!” as he nodded down to his left nipple.
Danny happily complied, licking a clean path over to it. He let his tongue circle the sensitive nub for a moment, blowing slightly on it, knowing the wetness would give it a slight chill. The moan he got from Rob let him know it was appreciated. He finally took the nipple into his mouth, sucking for a moment before letting his tongue spiral around it until it came to a stop on the centre.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck,” Rob grunted, his cock twitching and throbbing, a stream of precum dribbling down it.
As Danny pulled away, he gave Rob another grin, then lunged fast for the other nipple. While he had approached the first one delicately, he knew what the others were hoping to see and he didn’t want to disappoint. He went at the nipple with true ferocity, lapping at it hard with his tongue, massaging it firmly with his lips.
“OH MY FUCKING GOD!” Rob yelped out.
As Danny pulled back, Rob’s cock began spurting up its load, not getting great distance, but producing a sizeable amount, all of which dribbled down his cock, some stopping at his small patch of dark pubes, the rest oozing down onto his balls.
Looking round to see if he had any further orders, Danny realised he wasn’t getting any so he sniggered and said, “Okay, fine, if you insist!” He leaned down and took Rob’s dick into his mouth, sucking the spunk off as the orgasm slowly died down. Sitting up and grinning, his mouth smeared with wetness, Danny looked at Rob and the spunk still spattered over the rest of his torso. “Anyone mind if I finish that?” he asked, getting a chorus of laughs.