The Kingswood Effect - Chapter 27 (Patreon)
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Monday 7 March 2022
“Hey Matt, Monday again already!” Nicky said casually as he sat on his favourite bench of the school’s rooftop peace garden. “It’s really pretty here, I wish you could have seen it,” he said softly to his brother as he stared at the first rays of sunlight peeking over the woodlands surrounding the school.
Nicky’s weekly chats with his deceased brother had become routine for Nicky now, choosing to do them early on a Monday morning, the conversation doubling as a chance for him to prepare himself for the week ahead. It was something Dr Arkwright had suggested a while back and Nicky had found it strange at first, but surprisingly effective.
“It’s been… a tough week in the dorm,” he said, nodding his head slightly as he thought back over the past seven days. “Josh is still getting teased SO much about the whole getting caught wanking thing I mentioned last time we spoke. I actually suggested the ABDL might want to get involved and help, but he keeps insisting he can handle it. Oh yeah, by the way, ABDL stands for Anti-Bullying Defence League, it’s what Angel decided to call his anti-bullying campaign. People keep laughing at it, maybe cos there doesn’t really seem to be that much bullying at Kingswood, but who knows. Either way, Angel’s really into it and I wanna support him, but yeah, Josh isn’t interested in help with it.”
Nicky let out a sigh as he thought more about it. “I really wish he would, though. It seems his way of handling it is getting into arguments and sometimes fights too. I hate seeing Josh in trouble, but the worst thing is, Mikey keeps jumping in to protect him, so he’s ended up in some fights too. I know this is a Josh thing and I shouldn’t really make it into a ME thing, but… it really freaks me out when people around me get violent and I especially HATE it when Mikey does it. Their latest fight was so bad it earned both of ‘em a week of naked time, which is pretty stupid if you ask me as all it’s done is make Josh’s chastity device more obvious, so he gets even MORE teasing for it!”
“I think Rob wants to help more too,” he went on, pausing to think for a moment. “He’s clearly worried about Josh, but between the new relationship with Jazz and training for his next big rugby match, he’s just never around when things get bad!”
“David’s still totally in a funk over Rose leaving. I do what I can to try and keep him going, but… I dunno, I kinda can’t do it on my own and everyone else is just… pre-occupied. I think David really feels that too. It’s like… he’s the one suffering now and suddenly everyone’s busy with their own life and act like they forget he’s even there,” he continued, sounding a little angry. “I guess I’ll just have to… keep doing my best to help him where I can!”
Nicky stopped for a few moments, breathing in the cool morning air to calm himself, inhaling the scent of the plants around him and enjoying the sight of the rising sun. The ambiance was exactly the reason he chose to have his chats in the particular place and time; a rare moment of tranquillity in a place that where it was usually hard to find.
“I wish I knew what was up with Mark,” Nicky said, cocking his head slightly. “Since they all got back from King Edwards, he’s been… I dunno, even quieter than usual. Like, he was never the most outgoing outside of the dorm, but with us he was really starting to show us who he is. His sense of humour is SO stupid and I love it, but… it’s like he’s locked himself away again. If I had to guess, it’s something to do with his ex-boyfriend, Gregory. Remember him? He’s the guy I told you about that told Josh he shoulda jumped and…” he paused as he smiled and continued, “And got punched in the face by Mikey for it… one of the few times I’ve agreed with violence! Then after that he tried to blackmail Josh to throw a football match and nearly ended up with Mikey getting arrested, so… yeah, he’s a bit of a twat and he’s probably to blame for whatever’s up with Mark.”
“I guess that brings us onto the BIG issue this week… Chris!” Nicky said, pausing as he pursed his lips in sheer frustration at the thought of his friend/ex-boyfriend. “Turns out the little fucking idiot’s been illegally using equipment down in the Underground, a LOT, and he got caught doing it. Officially they’ve called it ‘abuse of school equipment’, but also said he had committed fraud by stealing Underground currency to pay for it! Their hands are a tied a bit on punishing him, cos it’s about the Underground. It’s confusing cos apparently the teachers know it’s there but don’t get involved or know what goes on, they just kinda leave it to be policed by the Year 13s. That means anything done wrong done there can’t be punished by the teachers, which is good as Chris coulda got suspended or expelled, but it’s kinda bad too as they’ve done something even worse – they black-banded him.”
Nicky shuddered slightly at the thought of the unpleasant punishment, then went continued talking to his brother, “That means he’s locked in chastity, banned from the Underground, banned from ANY kind of sex and isn’t even allowed to TOUCH anyone. That’d be hard for anyone, but for Chris it’s freaking brutal with how much he usually hugs and cuddles and just… touches people a lot. And… it’s apparently staying in place for the REST OF THE school year! They even said they’d think about whether it needs to carry over into year ten. Worst part is, if we help him break any of the rules, like touching him, letting him touch us, doing sex stuff with him… then WE get in serious trouble too!”
Nicky sighed again as he shook his head. “Really think about it for a minute. One of the most… touchy-feely people I’ve ever met, banned from touching. It’s just cruel. Safe to say Danny feels the same. He’s been losing his shit over it! He marched right up to the third floor when he found out and he stood there in front of, like, a small army of proper grown-up year thirteens and yelled at them. Didn’t do anyone any freaking good, but… well, he made his opinion known… loudly! Since then, he’s just… been more obsessed with Chris than usual, like, doing everything he can to try and make him feel better without actually touching him.”
Nicky took another few deep breaths. “So we’ve got all of that going on, which sounds like it all sucks, but I’m sitting here feeling bad because… I feel good!” He smiled for a moment. “I still miss you and love you, that’ll never change, but it’s like… every week I’m just feeling better and better about all my shit, while everyone else is falling apart. Stupid as it sounds, I feel guilty for NOT being miserable like the others. How fucked up is that?” He smirked a little and rolled his eyes as he went on, “Yeah, I know, ‘hashtag living people problems’, you don’t need to say it.” He paused to chuckle to himself. “I wonder what you actually WOULD say if you were here.” He paused a moment to think about it.
Nicky leaned back, propping himself on both hands as he took another deep breath. “Anyway, that’s… my week. Let’s hope this week’s a better one!”
“I reckon he’d say you’re fucking nuts for talking to him!” Nicky suddenly heard from behind him.
Nicky turned and said in surprise, “Josh!?” He suddenly looked worried about what may have been overheard and asked, “How long have you…”
“Just got here, only caught the end,” Josh said, giving a casual shrug as he approached. “And I’m just kidding. I think it’s really cool that you talk to him!”
“Thanks,” Nicky said, still slightly embarrassed for a moment before he frowned nervously and asked, “What you doing up here… and so early?” He looked mildly panicked as he suddenly asked, “Wait, is… is Mikey okay? Did something happen?”
Josh laughed and shook his head. “Chill,” he said as he took a seat beside Nicky on the bench, then shuddered. Still in the midst of a punishment for fighting, he was completely naked. Though students were permitted to put clothing on to go outside during the colder months, Josh seemed not to have bothered for his trip to the roof. “Everything’s fine, I just… wanted to come up here today and… I dunno, think or whatever!”
“Ohhh, yeah,” Nicky nodded, as he remembered the date. Two years ago, on 7 March 2020 Josh had almost taken his own life. In fact, the bench they now sat on was where Danny had been sitting when he managed to talk Josh down. Josh had since claimed 7 March as his new ‘birthday’ as he felt it had been the day his new life really began. Seeing Josh shiver slightly, Nicky slipped his jacket off and placed it over Josh’s shoulders.
“Thanks,” Josh mewed happily, feeling the other boy’s body heat still lingering in it. He stared out at the rising sun and sighed before he looked to Nicky and said, “Ya know, I’m still the absolute joke of the entire school, everyone takes the piss and I can’t walk down a corridor without being reminded of what I did… but it’s still better than what I had before. I think that’s kinda what I wanted to remind myself today.”
Nicky frowned a little then nodded a little as he said, “Yeah, true… but… you shouldn’t have to settle for being miserable, just because you’re a bit LESS miserable than you have been before!”
“Yeah, I s’pose,” Josh nodded in agreement, “But… I got through that, and things got better, so I can get through this. It’ll get better too!”
“You really are way tougher than you look!” Nicky said with a sweet smile.
Josh frowned and recoiled a little as he insisted, “Hey, I look plenty tough!”
“Yeah, sitting there naked… dick locked in a cage… not a tough look!” Nicky teased.
“Fine,” Josh huffed, then smirked as he added, “Dickhead!”
“Aww, you’re a dickhead too,” Nicky joked, knowing insults were Josh’s sincerest form of flattery. “D’you… want me to leave you alone for a bit?” he offered.
“No, you were here first!” Josh insisted, then shuffled a little closer and added, “Besides, I kinda like having someone with me!”
Nicky slipped his arm around the other boy as they sat there in comfortable silence taking in the spectacular sunrise.
*****
Chris had heard most of the dorm get up, leave for showers, return and dress then head off for breakfast without so much as pulling the covers down from over his head. Figuring he still had plenty of time before he had to be up for classes, he curled up, rolled over to face the windows and pulled the covers down.
“FUCK!” he yelled out as he saw David sitting there. “How are you THAT quiet?” he asked, clutching at his chest dramatically.
David just shrugged and continued staring down at his tablet.
“Not at breakfast with the others?” Chris asked curiously.
David frowned as he looked round and said pointedly, “Well no, obviously not!”
“Geez, okay Mr Snippy, I just meant WHY aren’t you with the others?” Chris asked, shaking his head a little as he sat up.
“I really don’t see how that’s any of your business!” David scowled. “Now are you gonna shut up or do I need to go find somewhere else to read?”
Chris was more than a little taken aback by the comment, but remained silent, figuring he’d rather get out of bed than deal with David’s mood. He briefly considered showering, but figured that if nobody could come near him, why did it matter if he smelled, so he just dressed for school.
He was just about to leave the dorm when he stopped for a moment and turned back to face the cranky boy as he said, “David!”
“What?” David huffed.
“Can I give you something?” Chris requested quietly.
“If it’s a hug, no, cos I don’t wanna get expelled for touching you, and if it’s advice or an opinion, no, just because I’m sick of people giving me unsolicited advice and opinions!” David said moodily.
Chris flinched a little at the comment, especially the first part. He could see David regretted being so sharp, but the unhappy boy just continued to stare silently. Chris moved closer, knowing fully well he might be about to receive another insult or tirade, but started, “You know one of the things I love most in the world?”
David shrugged.
“Music!” Chris said with a slight nod. “Because music is magic. It can do anything. The right song can take you back to a moment in your past, it can… lift you up when you’re down, it can fuel your… your fury when you’re mad, it can just… do things!”
David remained silent but did at least look a little intrigued.
“I’ve… had times when I haven’t wanted to… be given opinions and advice too. All I wanted was just to… to feel what I feel and music always helps me with that, so… here,” Chris said as he pulled out his phone. He pressed a few buttons and David’s phone immediately chimed a few times. As David picked it up to look, Chris continued, “I’ve just sent you a bunch of playlists I made. They’re kinda like… mood enhancers. You wanna cheer up, there’s a playlist to make it happen. You wanna just feel miserable, there’s one that’d depress the most cheerful fucker around. You wanna just feel sheer, blinding rage… it’s got a list for that too. I don’t know if they’ll help you like they helped me, but… well, I just thought they might. That’s all! I’ll… leave you alone now!” He turned to walk away.
David didn’t say anything as Chris left, but as he got a short way down the hallway, his phone beeped and came up with the message, [Thanks!] Chris smiled at it, glad to have achieved something (hopefully) positive. Unfortunately the smile dropped as he passed a Year 8 boy who suddenly backed against the wall to avoid touching him, a common reaction to ‘the banded one’ as they had started to call him. He let out a hearty sigh and headed off down the stairs.
*****
“I need a favour!” Danny said abruptly as he approached Joseph and Brian, the two teens sitting quietly finishing their lunch.
“And hello to you too,” Joseph said, raising his eyebrows at the sudden intrusion.
“Yeah, not even a kiss?” Brian pouted.
Danny huffed and moved round the table to give Brian a quick kiss on the lips.
Joseph cleared his throat, then smirked as Danny rolled his eyes and gave him a peck on the cheek too.
“Fine, hi, whatever!” Danny grumbled. “Now, I need a favour!”
Brian and Joseph eyed each other suspiciously, then both said at the same time as Danny, “It’s about Chris!” As they sniggered, they got up to return their trays with Danny following close behind.
Danny scowled angrily at the mocking tone and sniggers. “I’m glad you find this amusing, cos I fucking don’t!” he said furiously.
“Geez, chill, we’re just playing,” Brian said, shaking his head. “How can we help?”
Danny glanced over at the Year 13 table then back to Brian and Joseph as the three of them left the Dining Hall. He huffed a little and said, “I need you to talk to the year thirteens about Chris and make them change their mind on this whole black band thing!”
“And why do WE need to do that?” Brian asked, frowning heavily.
“Cos they told me if I come to them again about it, they’ll just make things worse for him!” Danny pouted.
“Yeah, well maybe that’s because you screamed at them!” Joseph said, eyebrows raised.
Danny just grunted moodily as they neared the front doors.
“Five times!” Joseph added, eyebrows raising higher.
“It was only four,” Danny grumbled.
“But if they didn’t listen to you, what makes you think they’ll listen to us?” Joseph asked with a shrug.
Danny stared for a moment, unsure how to answer.
“And…” Brian started cautiously. He sighed, clearly not wanting to say what he was thinking but clearly unable to hold it back, “What even makes you think we agree that what they’re doing is wrong?”
Danny continued to stare, his eyes widening as the comment really started to sink in. “You… agree with them?” he asked, absolutely disgusted. He stopped dead in his tracks as the other two turned to face him.
Brian’s brow furrowed as he said, “I don’t know if I agree with them, but I also… don’t think I disagree with them either!”
“How the hell can you say that?” Danny demanded. “They’re not punishing him, they’re TORTURING him! You KNOW what he’s like, how he… acts, what he does, how… what’s the word… tactile! That’s it. How tactile he is! Taking that away from him is… is… it’s horrible!”
“Yeah, punishments aren’t meant to be fun, Danny, no matter how much the two of you usually enjoy them!” Brian said back angrily. “You know I love him too, I’m HIS mentor, and I fucking hate seeing him miserable, but he did something REALLY wrong and he got caught for it and now he’s paying for it. It’s as simple as that!”
“That’s not simple, it’s cruel!” Danny insisted. “And what he did wasn’t even that bad. So he used a bit of equipment he shouldn’t - big fucking deal!”
“He STOLE money to pay for access to that machine!” Brian snapped back at him. “Do you even realise how much it was? For the amount he used it, it would have cost him more than he would’ve earned in seven years here! That’s a lot of fucking money!”
Danny recoiled a little. He hadn’t really considered that side of it.
“And as for the equipment,” Brian went on, “That machine is UNIQUE. It was built by one of the school’s previous doctors and there isn’t another one like it IN THE WORLD! It’s not just a toy, it’s an important piece of Kingswood history. That means if it breaks, it’s fucking lost forever, that’s why we make it so fucking expensive to use! The amount Chris used it has probably knocked YEARS off its life, so him ‘just using a bit of equipment he shouldn’t’ has probably deprived future generations of students the opportunity to use something special and historic. So ya know what, it IS a big fucking deal!”
Danny looked a little tearful from being shouted at by Brian but remained silent.
“And ya know what, I thought I taught Chris better than that, but apparently not, so him doing this just makes me look totally fucking useless as a mentor, so NO! No, I won’t go and beg for him to be let off because he’s getting what he fucking deserves!” Brian snarled furiously, then turned to continue on towards the School Building.
Danny watched him go for a moment, then looked to Joseph for just a second before he turned to run the opposite way.
Joseph just let out a hearty sigh as he was left standing there alone.
*****
Seventh and eighth period on Mondays was drama class, though today the members of the drama club had been excused to attend an extra rehearsal for the upcoming performance of ‘A Mid-Summer Night’s Scream’, a horror re-imagining of the William Shakespeare play.
Chris had been looking forward to the rehearsal. Not only because he was the one who had written the play (and was loving every moment of seeing his story come to life) but it was the one exclusion he had to the ‘no touching’ rule. The Year 13s had agreed that imposing the rule during the production would not only expose their punishment to the school’s faculty, but would also harm the overall performance which would not have been fair to the others involved. Chris had been taking full advantage of it.
Working on a full run-through of the play, Chris had taken every chance he had to be in contact with his co-stars, to the point where Ruby had noticed the change and commented, “I love what you’re doing with Hunter, Chris. He’s a very affectionate character and it fits. I don’t know where the idea came from, but stick with it!”
That was all the permission Chris needed to take it further, draping himself around other characters, randomly holding hands and just being in permanent contact with others. The stress that had followed him into the room like a black cloud overhead was melting away as he embraced the break.
Meanwhile, Mark seemed to be moving the opposite way. His original role had been that of Mr Theseus, the fictional school’s headmaster who ventured into the woods to try and retrieve his errant students, unaware of the murderous fairies hunting them down. It had been a good role for him, as it was one of the few main roles with no real romantic scenes. That had unfortunately changed when he was moved into Danny’s former role of Damian.
Throughout the first half of the play, his scenes had mainly been with Harley (whose character also happened to be called Harley), the two characters starting out the story already in a relationship. It had involved a couple of kisses, which had been done properly for the first time today. They had gone well, if a little comedic based on the fact that Mark was so much bigger than Harley. What worried him now was the upcoming scene with his character’s ‘true love’, Hunter (played by Chris).
The kisses with Harley had been simple. They were little more than quick pecks on the cheek and one on the lips. Harley was a friendly, casual acquaintance that Mark had gotten to know through rehearsing for the show. The scene with Chris was substantially more intense though, and the intimacy was something he wasn’t sure he was ready for.
“Okay people, good job,” Ruby said as the scene wrapped. “Let’s keep it moving! Rugby lads off, Hunter to your mark, Damian, be ready!”
As Chris hurried on to the stage, cowering down behind the chair currently taking the place of what would be a large shrub on the completed set, Mark got in position.
“Action!” Ruby called out.
Mark staggered onto the stage, looking round frantically as he called out weakly, “Is anyone still out here?”
“Damian!” Chris said, his head popping up, “Is that you?”
“Hunter! You’re alive!” Mark said, almost tearfully.
The two ran to each other, meeting in the middle of the stage where they hugged. Chris let out a slight whimper, having spent a week distinctly hug-free. He held on just a couple of seconds longer than in previous rehearsals.
“I thought they got you!” Mark said as they pulled apart. “I thought I was the only left alive!”
Chris raised a hand to Mark’s cheek, brushing it gently with one finger. “No babe, I’m still here. I’d never leave you!”
“You broke up with me!” Mark said, taking a step back and dropping to the floor. “You… you DID leave me. I loved you and… you left me anyway!”
Chris turned away, taking a few deep breaths as his character contemplated the moment. He turned back, knelt down in front of Mark and declared, “I left you because I got scared. Scared of how much I loved you. You are the light in my life, the sun in my sky and I feared that if I flew too close to you, I would burn away and be left nothing but ash. I never stopped loving you and every day we have been apart has felt like the death I feared, the death we… may face here tonight!”
“Our love is not to be feared,” Mark stated.
Chris felt a surge of sadness as he glanced at Danny, who was mouthing every one of Mark’s lines along with him. He had written the role with Danny in mind and he seemed to fit it so well… until he asked for the change.
“The light of our love will not burn you, beloved, it will guide us, it can show us the way out of these woods and back to safety! If you still have love for me… then show me!” Mark declared, visibly anxious.
“Gladly, my love!” Chris replied, his eyes darting momentarily to Danny before he stepped closer to Mark. He leaned forward and took hold of Mark, pulling him into a kiss. The misery of the past week seemed to well up within him. Every touch, every hug, every kiss, every intimate moment he had been denied seemed to pulse through him as the kiss turned from romantic to downright pornographic!
Chris kissed Mark. Mark kissed Chris back. Hands roamed wildly as Chris finally felt the human contact he needed. It also helped that Mark seemed to be an exceptionally good kisser.
Chris had no idea how long he had been kissing Mark when he heard Ruby shout, “I SAID THAT’S ENOUGH!”
Chris and Mark parted, with Chris looking a little embarrassed and Mark thoroughly dazed while the rest of the drama club laughed at the excessive display.
“Chris, while I continue to appreciate the passion you’re putting into Hunter’s character, we do have a scene to complete. So If we could take it from ‘If you still have love for me’ and REMEMBER what you actually need to do!” Ruby instructed.
“Sorry,” Chris whispered to Mark before returning to previous positions.
Mark just giggled awkwardly and nodded, then looked to Ruby. As he got a nod, he resumed, “If you still have love for me… then show me!”
“Gladly my love!” Chris said eagerly. He jumped into another kiss, starting with the same passion as before but this time remembering the stage directions. He pushed Mark down so he was lying flat on his back, while maintaining the kiss before pulling him onto his side, putting Mark’s back to the crowd.
“Damian, remember you’re trying to conceal Hunter at this point!” Ruby called out as a reminder.
Mark heard the instruction and moved himself slightly, picking himself up enough to make Chris completely obscured to the spectators.
“And switch!” Ruby called out a further instruction.
As Chris slipped out of the position, Aaron, who was playing Puck, slipped back in.
“Don’t worry, I won’t suck your face off like Chris!” Aaron whispered before he kissed Mark and pushed him onto his back.
To the crowd, as Aaron climbed on top it would look like ‘Hunter’ had transformed back into Puck, the fairy trickster having been in disguise. As Aaron pulled out of the kiss, he grinned maniacally.
“Wh… what? Where’s Hunter?” Mark asked, acting shocked at the sight of the murderous fairy atop him.
“Oh, what fools these mortals be!” Aaron called out as he plunged a stage knife into Mark’s chest.
“Cut!” Ruby called out. “Excellent!” he said as he climbed to his feet, applauding. Many of the others cheered along with him.
Danny watched on, letting out a gentle sigh over his former role… and what could have been.
*****
“We can’t just ignore that,” Kyle said, shaking his head as he glanced across the football pitch to Danny who was leaning against a goalpost, not paying the slightest bit of attention to his team.
Adrian tutted and rolled his eyes. “I don’t know why you even care!” he huffed.
“Because he’s my friend!” Kyle insisted, then shook his head and corrected himself to, “OUR friend!”
“He messed up my role in the play!” Adrian complained.
“You know switching your role was Ruby’s decision, not Danny’s!” Kyle said firmly. “And besides, we both KNOW why he asked to change!”
Adrian rolled his eyes again. Anyone even remotely close to Chris and Danny knew the tension that had always lingered between the two. “Well… he… he pulled that stupid move with us and Brian in the roleplay!” he argued, referring to the horrifying moment Danny had made Brian believe that a staged assault was happening for real.
“Yeah, he did,” Kyle shrugged. “And he apologised. It was just… a stupid idea cos… he’s a stupid person. I said he was our friend, I never said he was bright!”
Adrian sniggered a little at the playful insult and added, “Well he… he was sleeping with Chris behind your back!”
“Ade, you’re bringing up year seven shit now. Really!?” Kyle said dismissively. “If I’ve moved on, you certainly can. Besides, if he hadn’t done BOTH of those things, you and me probably wouldn’t be together, so… I’m glad he did them!” He grinned, casually holding onto both of his boyfriend’s hands.
“Ugh you’re WAY too forgiving!” Adrian huffed grumpily.
Kyle released one of Adrian’s hands to stroke his arm and smiled as he said, “So are you. You just take longer to get there, so let’s save some time and just… go look after him!” He nodded again in Danny’s direction.
Adrian let out a low growl and said, “Ugh, I hate when you’re right!”
“Which is most of the time!” Kyle added cheekily.
“Don’t push it!” Adrian smirked. He turned to face the rest of the team who were just casually kicking a few balls about and called out, “OKAY, LET’S PACK IT UP EARLY. MIKEY, JOSH, YOU’RE ON EQUIPMENT DUTY. REST OF YOU, OFF YA GO!”
Josh and Mikey, both of whom were just glad to be wearing football kit in the midst of a naked punishment, grumbled but went about tidying up while the rest of the team headed back to the Sports Complex to shower.
Kyle and Adrian both headed for Danny who finally seemed to have noticed something happening.
“Where are they going?” Danny asked curiously.
“I ended things early,” Adrian shrugged. “As vice-captain I’m allowed to do that!”
“That’s not a thing!” Danny frowned.
Adrian shrugged and said, “Is now!”
“We… thought you might wanna talk. You’ve been mopey all evening!” Kyle quickly interjected. He knew the banter was playful, but with things still being strained between Adrian and Danny it could have easily turned unpleasant.
“I’m fine,” Danny sighed.
“No you’re not!” Adrian insisted bluntly. “You were all… mopey and pathetic even before you had to sit through Mark and Chris shagging on stage!”
“Come on,” Kyle said, dropping to sit cross-legged on the floor. “Talk to us,” he requested as Adrian did the same.
Danny groaned and flopped to the floor too, casually leaning back against the goalpost. “Everything kinda sucks!” he complained, then shook his head and added, “Again!”
“Yeah, your dorm really does like to pile it all on at once, don’t ya!” Kyle nodded.
Adrian stared at Danny for a few moments as the boy sat silently. He realised he was scowling, which was undoubtedly not helping. He momentarily cursed Kyle for what he has said. He knew he would eventually get over his annoyance with Danny, so maybe he just needed to get on with it and save some time. He forced a smile and said, “Look, if the me and you stuff is one of the things making you all… pathetic and mopey, then… stop it. We’re good, okay!”
Danny frowned and requested, “Could you stop calling me pathetic?”
“Sorry,” Adrian said sheepishly.
“So what is it?” Kyle asked, interjecting once again.
“Just… everything!” Danny sighed. “Everyone seems to be miserable. Like… Josh and the Mr Rudd thing and he’s dragging Mikey down too, then they’re both dragging Rob and Nicky down. Mark’s just… off since King Edwards, David’s gone full-on cranky bitch over Rose and then Chris with the black band!”
“Yeah, that’s a lot,” Kyle nodded, an obvious statement of fact, unsure what else to say.
“And today,” Danny said, starting to get tearful, “Me and Brian had a fight too!” He raised his hands and buried his face in them, sniffling gently.
Kyle and Adrian both went to move, but Kyle smiled at his boyfriend and gestured for him to go on, so only Adrian moved to Danny’s side. Slipping an arm around him, Danny leaned heavily onto the other boy as he cried for a few moments before composing himself.
Danny sniffed a few times, wiped his cheeks and let out a hefty sigh. It took him a moment to realise it was Adrian holding him, but smiled sweetly at the gesture. “Thanks,” he said, then sniffed again as he sat up.
“What was your fight about?” Adrian asked, keeping an arm around Danny.
“Chris!” Danny pouted. As the other two remained silent, he figured he should add more and said, “I wanted them to try and get the punishment eased off, but… Brian’s a total fucking arsehole and thinks Chris deserves it!”
“What did he even do?” Kyle asked curiously. “Nobody actually seems to know!”
“Doesn’t matter,” Danny said, shaking his head. “I’m not saying he doesn’t deserve discipline, but… fuck, you know Chris, you know what this is doing to him!”
“Yeah, asking Chris not to hug is kinda like telling you not to fuck anything that stays still long enough!” Adrian smirked.
“Piss off!” Danny huffed, suddenly pulling away.
“Hey, I was just kidding,” Adrian said defensively.
“Well… stop kidding then!” Danny demanded.
“Okay, okay, okay,” Adrian said, raising his hands defensively, “Sorry. That was probably uncalled for. I don’t… wanna fall out again!”
“Neither do I!” Danny sighed. “I miss you guys!”
“We miss you too,” Kyle said softly, getting an agreeable nod from Adrian.
“Ugh, sorry, I’m being all… Danny again,” Danny huffed, shaking his head at himself. “I haven’t even asked how things are going with you two!”
“So good!” Adrian and Kyle said in unison, before laughing at the synchronicity.
“Well at least you both agree,” Danny chuckled.
Adrian shuffled round to sit beside Kyle, slipping an arm around him as the two exchanged a brief kiss.
“I always thought you two’d be cute together,” Danny grinned, then nodded as he added, “And I was right!”
Kyle suddenly raised his hand and leaned in to whisper something to Adrian, who thought for a moment then whispered back. Kyle whispered one more time and was answered with a nod from Adrian. “Okay, so… here’s the thing. You know I’m a fan of the whole monogamy thing and so is Adrian… mostly!”
Adrian smiled and shrugged non-committally as Danny looked at him.
“But… we don’t wanna miss out on stuff here because of that and… in particular… we… we really do miss you, Danny!” Kyle explained awkwardly.
“What are you saying?” Danny asked curiously.
Adrian pouted a little and explained, “Well, it’s mostly been… me that’s been, I dunno, holding a grudge over what happened, but… Kyle’s right, I need to get over it and also… I miss playing with you both. The silly roleplay stuff was always really fun, so, maybe we could…”
“Yes!” Danny blurted out eagerly.
“Wow, didn’t even finish the question,” Adrian chuckled.
“I wanna have fun and do stupid things and just forget all the shitty stuff!” Danny said with a keen nod.
“Hey, I’m a stupid thing. Do me!” Kyle said cheerfully.
Danny laughed, stretching out his leg to nudge Kyle playfully, then said, “Yeah, shame we didn’t think to plan a roleplay. We could…”
“Got one!” Adrian declared eagerly. He jumped to his feet and declared, “Danny, you’re just you. Kyle, you’re a teacher, follow my lead!”
Danny chuckled in bemused surprise. “How does he do that?” he asked, smirking at Kyle as he stood up too.
“That’s ‘how does he do that, SIR’ to you!” Kyle said, already in character as he stood up.
“Letting your team out early is QUITE inappropriate,” Adrian said sternly, “Especially with a big match coming up. What have you got to say for yourself?”
“Oh erm… I… erm…” Danny mumbled. “I thought… they needed to relax a bit!”
“No, what they needed is practice. Especially Adrian, he really sucks!” Kyle said, knowing it would annoy Adrian who would be determined to stay in character.
“Indeed,” Adrian said through gritted teeth as Danny smirked. “Oh, is this FUNNY to you?” he asked pointedly.
“No sir!” Danny apologised quickly.
“Well you’re clearly not taking this seriously. I feel a punishment is in order!” Adrian said, nodding to Kyle.
“Agreed!” Kyle nodded back. “Remove your shirt!”
Danny looked round nervously. Though the other teams were a fair distance away on other pitches, they were still visible, which meant whatever the two boys ordered him to do, there was a good chance of them being spotted. “B… but sir, someone might see!”
“Then do it QUICKLY, boy!” Kyle snapped.
“Yes sir,” Danny said weakly, then slowly lifted his football shirt. His smooth, muscled stomach slowly came into view as it rose up, followed by his chest, equally toned, the strong lines of his firm pectorals accentuated by the soft roundness of his nipples that began to stiffen as the cool air struck them. He pulled the shirt over his head, revealing the hairless pits, then stood holding the shirt until Adrian reached out a hand to take it. “What are you…” he started as he was backed against the goalpost.
“Quiet! You speak when spoken to!” Adrian ordered, then handed the shirt to Kyle and said, “Secure his hands!”
Kyle looked positively giddy at the instruction. He took the shirt and moved behind Danny, slipping one of his wrists back into a sleeve before tying it around his other wrist.
Danny shuddered as he felt the cold goalpost press onto his spine, then felt a throb in his shorts as his hands were tied in place. The football shirt was not the most effective binding, especially with the slippery material and Danny suspected he could have easily pulled his hands free with minimal effort, but he was just playing a role so he made a show of attempting to break free without actually doing it. “What are you going to do, sirs?”
“I told you!” Adrian snapped. “Be quiet!”
Danny nodded without another word, then watched in a mix of fear and delight as Adrian grabbed his shorts and yanked them down to his ankles, then squatted to lift one foot at a time and remove them completely.
“Ugh, disgusting boy,” Kyle huffed. “Look at that, he simply can’t control himself!” He pointed to the erection tenting Danny’s boxers. He looked to his boyfriend and smirked a little, out of character, as his eyes darted down to the matching bulge in Adrian’s shorts.
“And it’s clearly contagious!” Adrian said, rolling with the sly attempt to embarrass him. “We’ll have to take care of it here to stop it infecting the entire school. “Mr Scott, I think you’ve caught it too!” he said to Kyle, whose own bulge was growing too at the sight of the two other erections.
“Yes, we really have to do something about it!” Kyle said seriously. He reached out and grabbed Danny’s underwear, then yanked it down, leaving it around Danny’s ankles.
Danny let out a gentle gasp as his erection sprang free. The sound of nearby football was making him feel exceptionally exposed, although he realised that Kyle and Adrian, either by design or by chance, were shielding him from view of the other pitches. “Sirs, if I may,” he said meekly. It was only when he got a nod to go on that he continued, “How can we… stop this from spreading? Do we just need to get rid of the erections? I could… do that much easier if my hands were released!”
“Oh, no. It’s not that simple,” Adrian said, shaking his head. “We’ve caught the infection from you, and the only way to reverse it is to… return what you have given us!” He gave a wry grin as he waited for the others to catch on. Glancing quickly behind to make sure nobody was approaching, he reached out to the side and slipped his hand inside Kyle’s shorts.
“Oh, Mr Rivera, how very forward of you!” Kyle declared with a snigger.
“Well needs must!” Adrian replied. “Taking one for the school and all that, Mr Scott. If you care about Kingswood at all, you will… return the favour, right now!”
“Oh yes, I… love Kingswood!” Kyle said with a grin. He reached out and pulled the front of Adrian’s shorts and jock strap down, releasing his rigid tool then took hold of it. His own was soon fully exposed too, the two boys eagerly masturbating each other.
“Ah, sirs, please… can’t you do me too?” Danny pleaded, his own cock throbbing at the sight of the two boyfriends pleasuring each other.
“We will… eventually!” Adrian said, panting slightly as he felt himself being stroked rapidly towards climax. Unlike Danny who was shameless about public nudity or being seen in sexual situations, neither he nor Kyle were overly comfortable with it and remained keen to avoid being spotted. Had they been in private, they might have taken their time, especially as it was really torturing Danny to stand watching them unstimulated. Instead the goal now was just to cum as quickly as possible.
“Ah, oh yeah, fuck, Mr… Rivera,” Kyle gasped. “I’m… close!”
Despite his frustration at being untouched, the comment brought a huge wave of joy to Danny. Not because of the imminent prospect of a cum shower, but because he knew Kyle had struggled in the past with cumming at the hands of anyone other than himself. The comfort and ease with which Adrian had taken him to the edge was yet another sure sign that the two boys were a wonderful match.
“Fuck, me too… Mr Scott,” Adrian smirked, always a fan of staying in character for as long as possible during their roleplay.
Kyle was first to shoot, but only by a few seconds, both boys moving closer to Danny to spurt their loads over his chest, stomach and desperately-hard cock. Each warm shot of jizz that hit Danny earned a gentle moan from him, the untouched dick dripping now with both his own pre-cum and his tormentors’ spunk.
“Well that… seems to have worked,” Kyle panted, looking down at his deflating prick.
“Indeed,” Adrian nodded, tucking his own softening cock away. “Now we just have to deal with patient zero!”
“Yes, please help… cure me!” Danny said, barely avoiding laughing at the absurd scenario.
Kyle reached out and took hold of Danny’s dick, lubing it up with the mix of cum and pre-cum. Still keen to re-cement the bond between Adrian and Danny, he grinned and said, “Mr Rivera, I believe the cure also requires… oral stimulation. Perhaps you could take care of that!” He nodded to Danny’s face.
Danny and Adrian both turned bright red, which intensified as they looked at each other. Adrian looked quizzical, Danny nodded and that was it. Adrian leaned in and the two kissed, their lips pressing together gently for a moment until Danny started to push back, letting his lips part slightly. Adrian copied, letting his tongue briefly dart out to touch Danny’s lips before he pulled away to reposition himself and repeated at a slightly different angle.
The two boys stood kissing as Kyle watched, rapidly tugging away on Danny’s straining tool. The kissing was still going on when Danny began to shoot. Without any warning, the first shot hit Kyle’s crotch, but he quickly aimed Danny’s dick up so he shot over himself instead, adding his load to the other two.
Finally pulling out of the kiss as he panted his way through the conclusion of his orgasm, Danny looked into Adrian’s eyes and whispered, “I really missed you. I’m sorry!”
“I missed you too,” Adrian replied, then gave him a final peck on the cheek.
“I missed him too, ya know,” Kyle said, brushing away the spunk from his crotch.
“Oh, then it’s only fair!” Adrian said, gesturing for Kyle to lean in for a kiss too.
Kyle happily complied, kissing Danny for a few moments before pulling away. As he looked at Adrian and smiled, the two lovers shared a kiss as well. As they parted, Kyle said quietly, “So it’s still just you and me.” He got a nod from Adrian. “But sometimes Danny too, but… only together, okay?”
“Okay!” Adrian said happily.
“Do… I get any say in this?” Danny asked with a grin.
“I’d say yes,” Kyle frowned, “But I think you’d be happier with a no. So… no!”
“Ugh, you know me so well!” Danny giggled. “Now, erm… I hate to give you ideas, but… you ARE untying me aren’t you?”
“Oh, erm…” Adrian said, suddenly remembering the roleplay. “Erm, well, for the cure to… fully take effect the… sexual juices must be left to soak in, so… you can be released, but… the clothes stay off to avoid rubbing them off!”
Kyle and Danny both burst into laughter.
“Sexual juices!?” Danny exclaimed, shaking his head.
“Hey, I was making this shit up on the fly!” Adrian insisted. “Now gimme these!” he said, reaching down to pull Danny’s underwear off over his football boots.
“Fine, take this too!” Danny said, pulling his hands free with no real effort before handing the shirt to Adrian.
“Come on then,” Kyle said eagerly as the three of them started towards the Sports Complex.
“And if anyone asks?” Danny questioned, gesturing down to his naked, cum-drenched body.
Adrian smirked as he replied, “Danny… it’s you. Nobody’s gonna ask!”
*****
“There goes the quiet,” David sighed as he heard the approaching voices in the hallway.
Nicky smirked but didn’t reply. Instead he just watched as the others returned. He frowned when he only saw Mikey and Mark. Mikey immediately rushed for his bed, as he had at every opportunity since receiving his naked punishment, more out of petulance than shyness. Mark headed for the sofas where Chris, Nicky and David were sitting.
Chris quickly finished the chapter of that week’s book club choice and put his tablet aside, then smiled at Mark and said, “You’re all back early. Where are the others?”
Mark smiled timidly back and said, “Josh went for a meeting with Mr Rudd and Danny looked like he was ‘making up’ with Adrian and Kyle, if you know what I mean!”
“I do,” Chris sighed. He was glad to hear Danny’s issues with their two friends were slowly being put behind them, but knowing Danny was being intimate with someone while he remained banned from even touching hurt a little.
Nicky looked round at the dorm. It was tough to see so many of his friends being so down, but thankfully he had an idea to help at least a few of them. “Hey, Mikey, come join us a minute!”
“Why?” Mikey asked petulantly, pouting.
Nicky stared back and as Mikey remained still, he raised his eyebrows a little. Hearing a huff, he saw Mikey start climbing down from his bunk. He felt a little bad for enjoying the view. Mikey was certainly not happy about his punishment, especially as he had only been standing up for a friend, but having the boy naked so much was quite enjoyable for Nicky.
Mikey was certainly not the fastest developing boy in the dorm, having gone from average in Year 7 to one of the smaller ones now, but what he lacked in height he was making up for in muscle. His busy sporting schedule included football, basketball, tennis and athletics, all of which were helping to build the sort of physique that Danny needed five gym sessions a week to match. Despite the growing bulk, his messy mop of ginger hair and freckles that seemed to rain down from it over his face and shoulders kept him looking adorably boyish. Nicky sometimes found it hard to concentrate with Mikey nearby, and that was when he was fully dressed!
As Mikey came to join them, deliberately standing behind one of the sofas to conceal his bottom half, he asked bluntly, “What?”
Nicky rolled his eyes slightly at the attitude and said, “I wanna get the band back together!”
“Wait, you wanna date us again?” Chris asked, looking a little shocked.
“No, it’s… not a metaphor!” Nicky said, then smirked. Chris had once asked him to be his musical partner, but Nicky had mistaken it as a romantic proposal. It seemed amusingly appropriate that Chris had now done the same, though he didn’t voice his amusement. “I literally want us to be a band again!” he stated.
“Oh sure, cos last time ended SO well,” Mikey said sarcastically.
Mark, who was sat close-by had intended to stay quiet, figuring it didn’t involve him, but curiosity soon got the better of him as he asked, “Why? What happened last time?”
“Well, we were rehearsing for the end of year music competition, and we were literally on stage when Nicky told Chris he was dumping him!” Mikey explained.
“Wow, thanks for that,” Nicky sighed.
“Yeah, cheers mate,” Chris agreed, shaking his head.
Mikey shrugged and looked at Mark as he added, “He dumped me right before it, so not much fun for me either!”
“Can we move on?” Nicky sighed. As he got a shrug from Mikey, he continued, “Look, you’re being violent again and need somewhere to channel your aggression, and you always said you liked drumming cos you get to hit things with sticks, right?”
“Fair point,” Mikey shrugged.
“And you… well, fuck knows you’re gonna need plenty to keep you distracted for a while!” Nicky said with a slightly apologetic shrug to Chris.
“True dat,” Chris sighed.
“So… whadda you say?” Nicky asked hopefully. “The SCIPS music competition’s in 2 months and there’s still time to qualify, and there’s always the end-of-year Kingswood contest too! Or we can just do it for fun, but… I think it’d be good for us!”
“Well it WOULD be nice to get back on stage again, knowing I won’t get dumped this time!” Chris said with a wry grin.
“Geez, you savagely and publicly dump and humiliate a guy ONE time…” Nicky sniggered. “Taking it that means you’re in?” He got a nod from Chris. He looked to Mikey and asked, “Come on Animal? Whadda you say?”
“Animal?” Mikey frowned.
“From the Muppets!” Nicky said with a grin.
“Oh my god!” Chris laughed. “He so is!”
Mikey pouted but shrugged and said, “Okay, fine!”
Nicky shuffled forwards in his seat and said cautiously, “There is just ONE more thing…” As the others looked at him curiously, he said, “I was thinking we could maybe use a fourth member!”
“Oooh, like the Beatles!” Chris declared. “Or Queen!” he added happily. “Or… Little Mix before Jesy left!”
Nicky laughed at the excitement, happy to see that even Mikey didn’t look opposed to the idea. “And I was thinking maybe…” he gestured discretely to Mark.
“Yes!” Chris declared happily. “Mark, wanna join our band?”
Mark looked round from Nicky, to Chris, Mikey and back, then smirked as he said, “Only if Nicky promises to only dump me in private!”
“Oh, no no no,” Nicky said, shaking his head. “No, you are FAR too new to throwing round burns like that. Get out!” he joked, pointing at the door.
“Wow, dumped already!” Mark smirked.
“Let’s go play!” Mikey said excitedly.
“Now? You wanna?” Nicky asked the other two, pleased at the enthusiasm. As he got nods back, the four of them stood.
As Nicky followed Mark and Mikey, Chris held back a moment and looked at David, who had been pretending (poorly) not to be listening in on the whole conversation. “Wanna join us?” he asked hopefully.
“Nah, really into this book,” David said, sounding a lot more friendly than he had done earlier in the day. He nodded to the others and said, “I guess you were right this morning. Music IS magic!”
Chris smiled, happy to have seemingly helped a little before he ran off after the others, grabbing his guitar on the way.
*****
As soon as Josh was called in to Mr Rudd’s office, he knew exactly what he needed to do. It was what he had done every visit for the past week. Had he not already been naked due to his ongoing punishment, he would have stripped off, before moving over to a specific point beside the teacher’s desk, where he stood up straight with his arms by his side and remained both motionless and silent.
After their first meeting, which had been extremely intimate, Josh was both surprised and disappointed when his next visit consisted of standing to attention, naked, for an hour before being dismissed with just three words. He had wanted to question it, argue against it, maybe even demand something more, but his overwhelming urge to please the man made him obey without question.
Since then, he had visited four more times and the same thing had happened. The only exclusion had been Thursday, when Josh had been freed from his chastity device, allowed to shower (supervised) while Mr Rudd cleaned the device, then returned to it before completing his hour of standing to attention.
After Josh had been standing quietly for a few minutes, Mr Rudd glanced at him and said, “If I let you unlock yourself, get showered, and clean the device unsupervised, can I trust you not to touch yourself?”
“Yes sir!” Josh said eagerly.
Mr Rudd cleared his throat, prompting for something.
“Yes… daddy,” Josh said with a sweet smile. It always made him feel weird in the most wonderful way to call the man that, though he always thought a feeling that strong had to show on his face, which made him blush slightly.
“Good boy,” Mr Rudd said, then tossed Josh the key.
Josh reached out to catch the key but missed, his usual co-ordination thrown off by the complimentary phrase from the teacher, which affected him almost as much as calling the man ‘daddy’. He quickly reached down to grab the key and hurried off into the bathroom where he unlocked the device. By the time he had the shower running, his dick was standing to attention. He was unsure whether it was from being around Mr Rudd or simply the fact he hadn’t been able to touch it for nearly two weeks, but it bobbed about in front of him, tempting him to play.
Resisting the urge, he stepped into the shower. He started off by cleaning off the device before leaning out to place it beside the sink to drain off, then quickly cleaned himself down. He had showered right after football practice anyway, but now he had full access and made the most of it to ensure he was as clean as possible. The inability to wash was almost as annoying to him as the actual intended purpose of the small cage.
Josh avoided looking down at himself too much, and as much as he wanted to just stroke his straining dick, even for a second, he kept his touches to the barest minimum to get himself washed. Josh quickly dried himself off, patting his crotch dry rather than rubbing it for fear of causing undue stimulation. He dried off the chastity device and walked to the door as he asked, “Do I have to put it straight back on?”
“No,” Mr Rudd said flatly. “Place it on my desk then assume your position.”
Josh let out a very slight whimper as he did as he was told.
“And well done for obeying instructions again and not playing!” Mr Rudd added, not even looking up from his laptop.
“How do you know?” Josh asked, blushing a little.
The man looked at him and gave a slight smile before he said, “Because I trust you!”
Josh felt weak at the knees. The mixture of seeing the man’s intense, hazel eyes, the flash of his smile, hearing the man trusted him. All of it together struck the same place deep inside him that saying ‘daddy’ had made tingle earlier. Whatever that was inside him, it was clearly connected to his penis as it quickly swelled back up to full firmness.
Mr Rudd reached out and closed his laptop, then lounged back in his chair, looking at Josh. “I understand this is… somewhat of an important day for you?” he said curiously.
“Because you let me shower unsupervised?” Josh frowned.
The man suppressed a smirk as he said, “No, because of the date!”
“Oh, yeah, that!” Josh said, having almost forgotten about it in the chaos of everything else going on.
Mr Rudd got up and started slowly walking round his desk as he asked, “How are you doing with it?”
“Erm… okay,” Josh said with a casual shrug.
The teacher continued to stare at him as he loomed closer, remaining silent until he was right in front of Josh, staring down at him. “You know you can be completely honest with me, don’t you Josh?”
“Yes…” Josh said as he stared up into the man’s eyes, then gulped a little and added, “Daddy!”
“So,” Mr Rudd said, reaching out to cup the side of Josh’s head, stroking his cheek with a thumb, “How are you REALLY doing with it?”
Josh let out a whimper at the man’s touch, his knees wobbling once again, his straining erection almost touching the man’s leg with how close he stood. He gulped and said, “Okay, daddy… mostly!”
“Mostly?” Mr Rudd asked, barely above a whisper.
Josh just nodded silently.
Mr Rudd reached out, his massive arms encircling Josh as he pulled him against him.
Josh let out a happy mew as he breathed in the man’s scent and felt his cheek press against his powerful chest as the arms held him tightly. He let his own arms reach round, grasping round onto his muscular back.
“Okay, come here,” Mr Rudd said, squatting a little before taking hold of Josh to lift him up. He moved backwards and started to lay down onto the sofa, pulling Josh with him until the boy was lying atop him.
Josh giggled playfully as he found himself lying on the burly teacher. He could feel himself rising and falling in time with Mr Rudd’s breaths.
“So come on, Josh, what bit’s not okay?” Mr Rudd asked curiously.
Josh let out a hearty sigh. It was something he hadn’t shared with Rob, Mikey or his therapist and had only really hinted at when talking to Danny about it, but he felt like he could trust the teacher holding him. “I just get… really angry!” he admitted.
“At who?” Mr Rudd asked. “And why?”
Josh scoffed and asked, “How long have you got?” He felt a hand rise up to stroke through his hair.
Waiting for Josh to look up at him, Mr Rudd replied, “As long as you need!”
Josh smiled sincerely then thought for a moment. “I get mad at myself sometimes,” he started. As Mr Rudd looked at him curiously, he explained, “Just for letting it all go on as long as it did! Like… I just told ONE person and because of that… it stopped. Why didn’t I have the balls to tell someone literally YEARS before that? How much shit did I let my brothers put me through because I was too scared to speak up?”
“Mmm-huh,” Mr Rudd hummed, nodding gently.
“And I guess I’m pissed at myself too for… going too easy on Ryan and Mark!” Josh said, scowling a little. “I know the pandemic messed up things with trials and the courts and stuff, but after everything my brothers did, they ended up getting off with basically no issues, because I was…” He paused to shrug as he shook his head angrily. “I was what? Trying to SPARE my mum’s feelings? Those bastards are walking round free out there, because I tried to be nice to a woman who gave me up without a second thought! I’m so fucking stupid!”
“You’re not stupid, Josh!” Mr Rudd said quietly. “You were very young, and very hurt, and did what you thought was right at the time.”
“Doesn’t change the fact they’re still out there!” Josh said sharply.
“No, but it does show you’re a much better person than they are, and that’s the kind of win no abuse can ever take away from you!” Mr Rudd said, running his fingers through Josh’s hair again. As he got a smile back, he asked, “So what else makes you angry?”
“The… the guys here,” Josh said, thinking back over his week. “The way they… they tease me about… getting caught doing what I did. It reminds of the way Ryan and Mark used to torment me, so… when they start, it’s like I see THEM saying the things and just… kinda flip out. That’s… why I was fighting the other day!”
“Yeah, I can certainly see how that’d bother you,” Mr Rudd said quietly. “Is there anyone in particular you’d like me to have a word with?”
“No!” Josh insisted, shaking his head. “It’s… slowly dying down. It’ll pass eventually. I just need to… not punch anyone in the face until then!”
Mr Rudd frowned and insisted, “Not just until then. Always!”
“Yes daddy!” Josh said with a giggle.
“So, anyone else you get mad at?” Mr Rudd asked, letting his hand stroke gently up and down Josh’s back.
“Yeah, my mum,” Josh said grumpily. “Or… former mum, I s’pose,” he added with a scowl. “The more I think about it, the more know she either knew what was happening and just let it – which makes her a complete bitch – or she didn’t know about it which makes her the WORST mum in the fucking world. Probably a bit of both with how easily she gave me up without a fight!”
“Okay, take a breath,” the teacher said, feeling Josh tensing up as he expressed his feelings.
Josh let his cheek rest on the man’s chest as he took a couple of deep breaths, breathing in his gentle musk as he calmed. He waited a few more moments before he said sadly, “And my dad too. I’m… I’m mad at him!”
“Why’s that?” Mr Rudd asked quietly.
Josh inhaled deeply then exhaled slowly through his nose as he thought. A few more moments of contemplation later, he replied, “For leaving me with them. For… for not being around. For being selfish and killing himself!”
“Mmm-huh,” Mr Rudd hummed as his head bobbed a little.
“But then I get mad at myself again for being mad at my dad, because he just did what I was going to do and I know how helpless I felt when I was going to do it, and if he felt ANYTHING like that then… I get it, but then that just leads me back to being pissed at mum for not helping HIM either, but I know she tried to and then it makes me think that dealing with having me, Ryan and Mark maybe pushed him to that so I get mad at them again and myself and…” He stopped, finally out of breath as he talked himself in circles.
Mr Rudd stroked Josh’s back for a few silent moments before he offered quietly, “That really sounds like a lot to handle!”
“It is!” Josh replied. “But… only for today!” As the teacher didn’t reply, he looked up at him and sighed, then explained, “I don’t wanna think about it too much or, like, all the time, so I just let myself have this day to do that. The rest of the time I just… think about all the good I have going on now and how much happier I am.”
“Does that work well for you?” Mr Rudd asked cautiously.
“It sounds bad when I explain it like that,” Josh explained, “But… yeah, I guess it kinda does. And…” He paused, blushing for a moment. “Being able to talk to you about it helps. You always make me feel good!”
“I’m glad,” the teacher replied, planting a gentle kiss on the top of Josh’s head. “You’re a good one, Josh… when you’re not getting yourself in trouble.”
“I know. I’m sorry daddy,” Josh said sheepishly.
“From now on, you don’t get in ANY more trouble, you hear me!” Mr Rudd said firmly. “If you’re getting hassled by other boys, you don’t punch them! You either ignore them if that’s the right thing to do, or you report them!”
“I’m no snitch!” Josh scowled.
“Josh!” Mr Rudd said firmly.
Josh pouted, huffed and said, “Fine, okay!”
“Good. Keep showing this level of self-control and I might be able to start thinking about ending your punishment!” Mr Rudd explained.
Josh looked mildly distraught. “Wait… would… would that mean… I’d stop seeing you?” he asked sadly.
“No. I think it’s probably best that we continue these… meetings, don’t you?” Mr Rudd replied with a smile.
“Yes daddy,” Josh said happily.
“In fact, maybe THAT should be your reward for good behaviour. You stay out of trouble and we keep doing what we’re doing. How does that sound?” Mr Rudd asked with a knowing nod.
“Sounds like a good way of making me keep out of trouble,” Josh said with a cheeky grin.
The man laughed at the honesty of the comment, nodding for a moment. “Now, whadda you say we reward you for being such a good boy today?”
“Yes please!” Josh said eagerly.
“Would you like to cum?” Mr Rudd asked softly.
Josh squirmed a little. His cock had never really gone down as he laid atop the muscular body, but it certainly twitched a little more firmly at the suggestion. “Could I… make you cum again?” he requested hopefully.
“Hmm, not this time,” Mr Rudd replied. “It’s your turn, and I think relieving some tension might help keep you out of trouble, so… turn over!”
“Yes daddy!” Josh called out happily, then shuffled round to lie on his back. He let out a gentle gasp as he felt Mr Rudd’s lips graze his ear.
“Want to do it yourself, or let me do it?” the teacher whispered in Josh’s ear.
“You… please…” Josh requested breathlessly. He let out another gasp as he felt hands grasp at his body. One stroked across his smooth, flat stomach, while the other caressed his chest, rough fingers giving his pert nipples a fleeting touch that sent jolts of pleasure through him. “Oh god,” he gasped as his cock throbbed, untouched.
Mr Rudd was slow and sensuous as he let his hands roam the boy’s body, stroking and caressing every inch of him, exploring even smooth expanse of skin across his exposed torso. As Josh raised a hand up to touch the teacher’s face, fingers immediately probed at the smooth, silken-soft skin of his underarm.
Josh had never been so aroused in his life, enjoying the touches to the point where his slight ticklishness wasn’t even a thought, all he felt was sheer, unadulterated pleasure. His cock throbbed and bounced in time with his quickening pulse, even more-so as one of Mr Rudd’s hands found its way to his small, hairless scrotum. “Oh daddy,” Josh gasped. “Please… please… touch it!” he begged.
The man remained silent as he let his fingers slide from scrotum to shaft, his sizeable hands dwarfing the small erection. He gently stroked it with the back of one finger, up and down a few dozen times as Josh writhed with delight before finally grasping it between his thumb and forefinger. He started stroking, but at a teasingly slow pace, taking several seconds just to work up and back down the stubby boner.
Josh was completely lost in the sensations, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the delightfully tormenting stroking. Despite the slowness of it, after several minutes he could still feel his orgasm building to its zenith. Breathily, he gasped, “I’m… gonna… cum!”
“Yeah,” Mr Rudd finally spoke, barely louder than a whisper again. “That’s it, boy, cum for daddy. Be a good boy!”
The words were the final push Josh needed. With a high-pitched whimper, his back arched, his toes curled, his fists clenched and he began to shoot his load, a much bigger one than usual, thanks to the prolonged abstinence every bit as much as Mr Rudd’s teasing. His entire body jolted with each spurt, continuing for several more even after he had stopped cumming. As the feeling finally subsided, he flopped back down like a ragdoll on top of Mr Rudd.
“Oh… my… fucking… god!” Josh gasped.
“Glad you liked it,” Mr Rudd chuckled, “But mind your language, lil buddy!”
“Yes daddy!” Josh giggled contentedly.
*****
Chris laid in bed, staring off to the end of the dorm. With the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, he often hated that only the bottom half was curtained, as it meant light flooded in early in the morning, making it harder to sleep in. Yet on nights like this he really appreciated it, the non-curtained top half giving a great view of the clear, starry sky.
Getting to sleep over the past week had been difficult as his bunk had been separated from Danny’s as part of the ongoing punishment he was enduring. Sleeping alone had never felt natural to him. Even before he ‘claimed’ Danny on his first night at Kingswood, he had rarely spent a night as a bed’s sole occupant thanks to his large family, most of whom shared his more tactile tendencies.
As he laid looking at a constellation that he couldn’t remember the name of, or that might not actually be a constellation, he felt a pillow land on his head. He immediately knew where it had come from and rolled over to face the opposite way, just making out Danny’s face in the low light. “Lose something?” he asked quietly, not wanting to disturb the room’s sleeping boys.
“How you doing?” Danny asked, ignoring the question.
Chris thought for a moment. He had been inclined to just reply very moodily, but his evening with the as-yet-to-be-named band had actually cheered him up substantially. “Bit better I suppose,” he replied softly.
“Rehearsal went well, didn’t it!” Danny said, slightly forcing a hint of cheerfulness into it.
“Yeah, I actually got to touch people!” Chris chuckled.
“You did more than touch!” Danny replied coyly.
Chris smirked. “Yeah, guess I did. I hope I didn’t freak Mark out too much!”
“I bet he enjoyed it,” Danny replied, shaking his head slightly. “I mean… who wouldn’t?”
“You, obviously!” Chris replied bluntly. When Danny didn’t reply for several moments, Chris added, “Sorry, I just…” he paused to sigh, “That’s just, like, my favourite scene in the show - the way we do the switch from Damian to Puck – and I was really looking forward to doing it with you! Plus it woulda meant I could actually touch you!”
Danny slipped out of his bunk and knelt on the floor between their beds. “We still can, ya know. It’s not like anyone’s watching. And you KNOW nobody in here’d snitch if you did!” he said, then reached out to Chris.
“No!” Chris said, backing away. “I… I know they probably WON’T find out, but… I don’t wanna risk it! I don’t wanna get anyone else in trouble!”
“Come on, how would they know?” Danny demanded, reaching further.
Chris backed away again, almost falling out the other side of the bed. “No, if you wanted to touch me so bad maybe you shouldn’t have switched roles in the play!” he said sharply.
Danny went to reply but held back, just huffing slightly instead. “Fine!” he said firmly, then turned to climb back into his own bed, immediately facing away from Chris.
A couple of awkwardly silent minutes passed before Chris said quietly, “Danny?”
“What?” Danny replied without turning over.
“Is it… okay if I keep your pillow?” Chris asked cautiously. “It just… smells like you!”
Danny turned over to see Chris lying facing him, tightly cuddling the pillow. He usually couldn’t stay mad at Chris for long, but seeing him like that melted his resolve even quicker than usual. “Sure,” he said with a slight nod. “Maybe I could… have one of yours?”
Chris eagerly offered up one of his own pillows and smiled as he saw Danny mirror the position.
Neither of them said another word as they laid there, hugging the pillows.
‘I’m gonna get you out of this mess!’ Danny thought to himself as he closed his eyes.