School Discipline

The usual disclaimers apply: don't read if you are prohibited by location, are under legal age, or if you are likely to be offended by explicit descriptions of gay sex. The story is pure fiction and is not based on any actual events.

Gymnopedies March 2006 gym@softhome.net

School Discipline - Will 2 ===================

It was a long walk home. Will concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other, each step a painful reminder of the ordeal he had just been forced to endure, the aching of his bruised arse cheeks causing him to gasp with discomfort. With each step, he found himself becoming more and more angry, as the emotions built up inside him. It was all so unfair. That bastard Skelton had had it in for him almost from the very first moment that the man had arrived in the school. The teacher had obviously got a big kick out of watching the punishment and seeing Will made to stand naked with his hard cock pointing out in front of him, then seeing him fastened over the punishment stool, crying, as his arse was paddled, and finally watching closely as he'd been jacked to orgasm. The intense humiliation was only now starting to hit home. Will cursed himself for a fool for admitting that he was gay. The eighteen year old knew that in spite of Josh imposing "Rule 14", the news would be all over the school by lunch time tomorrow. Not only was he finished as Head Boy, he was also finished at that school; there was no way he could show his face there again now. A sob forced itself out through gritted teeth and he quickly wiped his eyes with his sleeve. Crying in the street; had he really sunk this low? He turned into the front gate of his house, grateful that at least his parents weren't home and that he'd have time to settle himself down before they appeared. His hand trembling, he aimed his key at the lock.

"Will? You OK?"

Will had almost forgotten about Michael. The younger boy had followed him home in silence, always a few steps behind, much like a stray dog.

"What do YOU think?" Will spun around to face the youngster, his anger bubbling over. "This whole mess is down to you. It was sticking up for you that got me paddled."

"I didn't ask you to get involved," said Michael, his voice soft and his eyes downcast.

"No, you never do. That's half the trouble." The volume of Will's voice increased until he was almost shouting. "You never ask for anything. I try to be your friend, but it's like being friends with a black hole; you just swallow everything up and never give anything back. Well I'm sick of it. You can go to hell. From now on you're on your own."

"You want me to go?" Michael asked, sounding hurt and a little afraid.

"Yes, I want you to go. Just leave me alone. Stay away from me." There were tears running down Will's cheeks and he furiously rubbed them away with palm of his hand. He turned back to the door and once more lifted his key to the lock. However, his hand was now shaking so much that he couldn't get the key in, and he felt it slip through his fingers and drop to the ground. He left it lying there and leaned against the door, his face pressed into his arms as he tried to control his emotions.

A moment later, Will felt a hand come to rest uncertainly on his shoulder. He turned his head to see Michael standing beside him, looking scared and concerned. The youngster bent and picked up the key and opened the door, and then guided Will inside.

"I'm sorry," said Michael, as they stood in the hallway. "I know you got in trouble because you were trying to help me. No one's ever done anything like that for me before." He turned away. "It should have been me that got the paddling, not you."

"No, it's not your fault," Will sighed. "I didn't mean what I said; I didn't mean any of it. I'm sorry Michael." He stepped up to the boy and put his arms around him from behind, trying to ignore the fact that Michael tensed up at the contact.

They stood like that for several minutes until Will started to feel a little calmer. "We'd better go upstairs," he said, eventually.

"Does it hurt a lot?" asked Michael, as they entered the bedroom.

Will nodded. "Yeah, it's pretty bad." He didn't mention that the emotional hurt was much greater than the physical pain. What he really wanted more than anything else at that moment was for Michael to hug him and to show some real feelings and affection, rather than the constant holding back. A genuine hug from Michael would make everything worthwhile; it would have been worth every stroke of the paddle, the pain and the humiliation, and of having to see the sick smirk on Skelton's face. Will faced the younger boy and pleaded with his eyes, willing Michael to come to him.

But Michael didn't move. He just stood there, looking uncomfortable, as if waiting for Will to tell him what to do.

It was always this way. Will had discovered that he could do anything that he liked with Michael; the incredibly cute sixteen year old appeared to have some sort of inner need to be dominated. Over the past couple of weeks, Will had had complete access to the boy's body. Almost every day, Michael had been naked in Will's room. Will had repeatedly fondled the boy, shaved his body, jacked him off, spanked him, made him suck cock, made him lick up both his own and Will's cum, and even, on one occasion, lost control completely and raped his arse – this was Will's most painful memory and something that he even now had problems thinking about. Michael always complained about what he was made to do and even put up a token resistance, but he always went along with it in the end, and, more significantly, he always came back for more. In many ways, Michael was the perfect teen fantasy.

However, what Will needed at this moment was not sexual relief. He needed emotional support. He needed someone to hold him and tell him everything was going to be alright. He wanted more than anything for that person to be Michael, but unfortunately, that was obviously not going to happen.

"You got that tube of cream that Josh... I mean Mr. Howard, gave you?"

"Yeah, it's here." Michael fished the tube out of his pocket and held it out.

"You going to help me out with it?"

"Do you want me to?" Michael looked uncomfortable, as if he really wasn't keen on the idea.

Will fought back a sigh. "It's up to you," he said, allowing some of his frustration to show through. "Either help me out, or give me the tube and go; I'll manage, somehow."

Michael picked up on Will's tone and looked a little guilty. "Alright, I'll do it."

"Don't force yourself," said Will, sarcastically.

"I said I'll do it, didn't I?" Michael glared.

Will turned his back and fumbled with the belt of his trousers, unfastening them and pushing them down. He bent to take off his shoes, but gave a gasp of pain and quickly straightened up again, breathing heavily

Instantly, Michael was there, on his hands and knees, helping the older boy remove his shoes, and then pulling the trousers over his feet.

"Thanks," said Will. He took hold of the waistband of his shorts and stretching them out at the back, he carefully eased the garment down over his bruised arse cheeks.

Again, Michael came to his assistance, proving once more that he wasn't anything like as cold and detached as he tried to portray. "Oh, shit!" the younger boy muttered, as Will's arse came into view. "Oh, fuck!"

"That bad, eh?" asked Will, with a dry, humourless laugh. "I guess it looks as bad as it feels then." He glanced back over his shoulder to see Michael sat back on his heels, his mouth a tight line and his eyes flashing sparks of fury.

"That bastard Howard did that to you!" the younger boy snarled.

"Josh did what he had to do," said Will. "Don't blame him for any of it. It would have been much worse if it had been up to Skelton. Josh shut him up a couple of times and then really tore into him at the end."

"Not as bad as he tore into you," muttered Michael.

"I told you, he had no choice. He was just doing his job." It was strange, but defending Josh made Will feel somehow better, taking his focus away from his own self-pity. "You want me to tell you what happened in there?"

"Yeah."

"OK, in a minute, let me get comfortable first." Will stepped out of his shorts and, lifting his shirt up, he eased himself face down onto his bed. "Right, go ahead with the cream, but go easy, I'm a bit sore." He watched as Michael squeezed some of the white cream onto his fingertips, tensing as the younger boy very gently touched it to his arse. "Arghhhhhh!" The sound escaped from between clenched teeth.

"Oh, fuck! I'm sorry." Michael jerked his hand away.

"No, go ahead. It stings a bit to start with; it did when Josh put it on for me. But keep going, it'll get easier."

Very cautiously, almost reluctantly, Michael tried again, his touch feather light. Even this was painful for Will, but the older teen gritted his teeth and managed to keep silent. Luckily, the anaesthetic effect of the cream soon began to take effect and the smarting pain was replaced by a sort of warm glow.

"That's feeling better," Will sighed. "It doesn't hurt at all now." He relaxed as he felt Michael start using his full hand rather than just his fingertips. "You've got magic fingers."

"Hardly," Michael grinned. "So come on, tell me what went on in there," he demanded, his voice becoming more serious.

Trying to keep his tone matter-of-fact, Will related the story of the discipline session. Not holding anything back, he explained how he had been made to strip, and then Josh had played with his cock and got him hard; the memory, along with the feeling of Michael's hand on his arse, caused him to get hard once more. He then went on to explain how Josh had asked him about his sexual preference and he had admitted being gay, right there in front of Skelton.

Michael paused in his rubbing. "You didn't say anything about me coming here?"

"I didn't mention your name at all," said Will. "But Skelton thinks there is something going between us."

"Oh, shit! That's all I need. He's going to be worse than ever now. What did you have to go and say you were gay for?"

"Because it's true," Will answered, simply. Though he did himself regret telling Skelton this.

"But now he thinks that I'm gay as well," said Michael, bitterly.

"He's always thought that anyway," said Will.

"Shit!" Michael repeated.

Immediately following the rape incident, Michael had in fact admitted to Will that he did have "gay" feelings, but he had never repeated or confirmed that admission and was obviously still having trouble accepting these feelings himself.

"Josh is going to try to get Skelton suspended," said Will. "If he can do that, things will be better for everyone."

"Yeah, but what happens until then?"

"You could always pull out of the swim team for a while."

"What? No fucking way! There's no way he's going to get me out of that team."

This didn't surprise Will at all. Michael was the best swimmer on the team, and it was the one thing that he could really excel at. He'd been desperate to get back onto the team, even knowing that Skelton would make his life hell, and now that he was there, it was not something he would give up without a fight. Will couldn't help but admire this, but at the same time he was more than a little afraid for the boy. But knowing that there was nothing he could say that would change Michael's mind, he resumed his story of the punishment, telling how he had been restrained over the leather stool and first paddled and then jerked off. "The worst thing was not the paddling, even though that was really bad. What was far worse is that Skelton got to see me crying and then got to watch me cum; he even moved closer so that he could see better."

"Skelton's a dirty, fucking perv," said Michael. "He's always watching the boys in the changing rooms."

"I couldn't blame him for that," said Will, with a short laugh. "I'd do the same."

"Yeah, well, you're a dirty perv as well," grinned Michael.

"That's why you love me so much," said Will.

There was an immediate uncomfortable silence. Michael looked away, staring towards the window. After a moment he turned back and resumed his slow massage of Will's arse. "No one could blame you for crying," he said. "I'd have been begging him to stop before he was even half way done."

"What, you? Let Skelton see you begging? Now that I don't believe," said Will. "You're one of the most stubborn people I've ever met; you'd never have let Skelton think he'd got the better of you."

"Yeah, you're right," Michael laughed. "Is this stuff rubbed in enough yet?"

"I think so." Will carefully turned onto his side, exposing his hard cock.

Michael's eyes were drawn to the twitching organ for a moment and then he quickly looked away. "You need me to do anything else?" he asked.

The answer to that question was a definite yes. What Will wanted was for Michael to drop his barriers and for the two of them to pleasure each other as equals, rather than the coercion which had always formed the main part of their sex play. But that sure wasn't going to happen today, and after the events of earlier, Will wasn't in the mood for any sort of coercion. "Not unless there's anything that you want to do," he said.

Michael hesitated a moment and then shook his head. "I guess I should be going then."

"Yeah, I guess so." Will was disappointed, but not surprised. "You'd better see yourself out. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah, OK. See you tomorrow."

After Michael had gone, Will took hold of his erection and slowly stroked his fingers along the shaft, sliding the skin backwards and forwards over the head. One of these days he would get his wish and Michael would open up properly. He hoped that it would happen sooner rather than later.

The following day didn't turn out be anything like the nightmare that Will had envisaged. This was largely due the support he received from two different and unexpected directions. After Michael's departure, he had laid on his bed thinking about his situation. He had no doubt at all that in a very short time the news that he was gay would be all around the school, and he'd realised that he had better talk to his parents and tell them about it before they found out from some other source. Talking to his parents had been something he been considering for a while, but he'd kept putting it off. Now he could put it off no longer. Later that evening, when both his mother and father were sitting together in the lounge, he'd joined them and announced that he had something to tell them. The following hour had been quite emotional, as far as Will was concerned anyway, but his mother had been extremely supportive, admitting that this was something she had suspected and that his sexuality didn't matter to her at all. However, Will had been much more worried about his father's reaction. The man had listened in silence and maintained this silence for the rest of the evening. Much later, when Will was laid in his bed, unable to sleep through a combination of worry and the burning ache from his bruised arse cheeks, there had been a soft knock on his bedroom door and his father had entered. They had talked together for a long time, in a way that Will had never talked to his father before. By the time they had done, Will had told the man all about his feelings for Michael and about the events that day at school, including his paddling. Obviously angry at what had happened to his son, the man insisted on seeing the bruises. Will, who was naked beneath the bedclothes, had no choice but to roll onto his stomach as his father pulled away the sheets. The man had inspected the damage and then gently rubbed in some of Josh's cream. Being touched in such an intimate way by his father had at first been extremely embarrassing for Will, but this embarrassment was short lived as the stinging pain eased to be replaced by a pleasant warmth. The man had then replaced the sheets and gently stroked the back of Will's head as he told him not to worry, that everything was going to be alright. Knowing that he had his parent's support had made all the difference, and Will had drifted off into an easy sleep.

As soon as Will had arrived at school the next morning, Simon Brett had approached him. Simon had been present during Will's punishment and had heard his confession. This didn't really worry Will, as Simon had always been quite a close friend and he was sure he could be trusted to keep quiet. However, it seemed that Simon had a confession of his own to make; it turned out that he too was gay. The two of them had talked for a while and Simon had given Will a hug and told him that if ever he needed to talk he would always be there for him.

This had bolstered Will's confidence enormously, and this confidence remained even when he was summoned to the Head Teacher's office. As expected, he was suspended from his position as Head Boy, to be replaced by Barry Windsor. What he hadn't expected was to be told that this suspension was only temporary, pending the outcome of an investigation into what had happened. The Head Teacher had revealed that he had had a phone call from Will's father making allegations about Mr. Skelton. Will had also noticed a letter on the man's desk in what he was sure was Josh's handwriting. Suddenly the future didn't look anywhere near so bleak.

The rest of the day had gone well. No one said anything about Will being gay, so it seemed the news had not leaked out as yet, and by the end of lessons the teen was feeling much more positive about things. One nagging worry did, however, remain; Michael had another swim practice tonight.

As Will packed away his books in his locker, he was aware of Simon coming up behind him.

"How's things?"

"Pretty good," said Will. "Thanks for sticking by me today. Being able to talk to you has really helped."

"No problem," said Simon. "You going home now? I'll walk with you if you like."

"No, there's no need," said Will. "I'm not going home yet."

A worried look appeared on Simon's face. "Tell me you're not thinking about going to the swim practice."

"I've got to go. I'm worried about what Skelton will do to Michael."

"You told me Skelton was under investigation," said Simon. "Surely he won't do anything to cause more trouble for himself. Don't you think it's best if you keep out of his way?"

"You know Skelton; the man's a psycho."

Simon appeared to consider this and then he frowned as he reached a decision. "If you're going, then I'm coming with you. You need somebody to keep you out of trouble."

It was with a great deal of trepidation that Michael made his way to swim practice. It was normal for Skelton to give him a hard time, but after the drama of the previous day's practice, and now that the man had discovered that Will was gay and suspected the same thing about Michael, the sixteen year old was expecting the worst. The easy way out would be to simply not turn up to the practice. But he knew if he did that he would be automatically dropped from the team; favourites such as Barry Windsor could get away with missing the odd practice, but for Michael it would be the end. No, failure to turn up was not an option. Besides, that would be playing directly into Skelton's hands. There was no way that Michael was going to give the man the satisfaction of knowing that he'd driven him away. An image flashed through the boy's mind of him punching Skelton in the mouth. If only. The teacher deserved this, and much more besides. Not just because he'd made Michael's life miserable, but also because of what had happened to Will.

Will. There was another problem. Michael's feelings for the older boy were like nothing he'd experienced before. When he was away from Will he found that he couldn't stop thinking about him, but when they were together he didn't know what to feel; being with Will scared him. It wasn't the eighteen year old that he was afraid of, but his own feelings. He was afraid to let his guard down. He'd never opened up to anyone before, and the thought of doing that was the scariest thing he could possibly imagine. Several times in the past couple of weeks he'd made up his mind to tell Will how he felt about him, but each time he'd chickened out at the last the moment. Also, there was something else; it was such a turn-on when Will made him do things, making him strip and touching him everywhere, making him jerk off or suck the older boy's dick, and spanking his arse. That was seriously weird. How could he possibly admit feelings like that to anyone? If Will found out he was turned on by stuff like that he probably wouldn't want anything else to do with him.

The thought of being draped naked over Will's knees whilst the older teen spanked him and fingered his arse had caused Michael's cock to harden, and he quickly tried to think of other things. In just a couple of minutes he would be in a room full of almost naked boys, stripping down to change into a pair of tight Speedos; now was not a good time to get an erection.

There were about eight boys already in the changing room when Michael arrived. A couple of them gave him a nod of greeting. As Michael put his bag down on one of the benches and began sorting out his swimming gear, one of the boys, Stuart Adams, leaned in close.

"Better watch yourself today." Stuart said, keeping his voice low. He was in the year above Michael, and the two of them had always got on really well.

Michael sighed. "Why, what's he said?" he asked, meaning Skelton.

"Nothing about you. But he was in here a couple of minutes ago tearing a strip off everyone. He's in one hell of a mood and since you usually end up as his main target I think you need to be extra careful. I've never seen him wound up like this; someone has really rattled his cage. It might be an idea if you disappear, before he sees you."

"And give him an excuse to drop me from the team? Not likely. He can do his worst, because I'm not going anywhere."

Stuart nodded, as if this were the response he'd expected. "Just be careful," he said. He gave Michael's shoulder a squeeze before returning to his own bench.

Quickly Michael pulled off his clothes and, naked, bent to step into his Speedos. Suddenly, someone pushed him roughly from behind and he staggered forwards, losing his balance and ending up sprawled on his face on the floor. There was a bellow of laughter and the Speedos were ripped from his hand. Groaning, he lifted himself up and looked around. Barry Windsor, already changed and ready for the practice, stood over him, grinning and twirling Michael's swimsuit around on the end of his upraised finger.

"Oops," Barry laughed. "It looks like Meadows has slipped and fallen."

Michael climbed to his feet and held out his hand. "Give them back, Windsor," he demanded.

"Or what?" Barry asked, his tone becoming threatening as he drew himself up. "You know, you'd better start showing me a little more respect. In case you didn't already know, I'm the new Head Boy around here."

"Start behaving like it then," said Stuart, coldly. Stuart had never been a member of the Barry Windsor fan club. "Give him the Speedos, before Skelton comes back and we all end up in trouble for messing around."

"Shut it, Adams," Barry snapped. "And it's Mr. Skelton to you." He turned his attention back to Michael and made a show of looking the naked boy up and down.

Michael cringed inwardly, but refused to show any weakness by trying to cover himself.

Barry sniggered. "I see little Mikey shaves himself. Trying to be like the big boys? Better be careful with the razor; with a dick that small you might mistake it for one of your pubes and slice it off."

"Fuck you," snarled Michael, losing his cool. He snatched for his Speedos, but Barry was faster and pulled them away.

"Ooh, is little Mikey getting all upset?"

Michael threw himself forwards, and as Barry dodged out of the way, Stuart snatched the garment from the prefect's hand and tossed it over to the naked teenager. Barry glared at Stuart and appeared about to turn his anger on the boy, but at that moment Skelton appeared.

"Aren't you lot ready?" the man scowled, his face twisting into a sneer as he watched Michael fighting to untangle his Speedos and get them on. "I might have known that it would be Meadows holding things up. Don't cross me today, boy, or I promise you'll regret it. Everyone out to the pool. Now. Meadows can follow when he's ready; assuming he can eventually manage to dress himself."

Michael quickly adjusted the garment, pulled his goggles over his head, letting them hang down around his neck, and hurried out after the others. He found them lined up at the side of the pool.

"Nice of you to join us, Meadows," drawled Skelton, sarcastically.

Michael bit back a retort and took his place in the line. At the sound of the whistle, all of the boys dived into the pool to complete their warm-up laps. At this stage of the practice, Skelton normally just stood by and watched. Today, though, it seemed he had different ideas. He was shouting out instructions from the poolside and ordering the boys to put more effort into it as he paced up and down, seemingly unable to remain still.

"Come on, Adams; if that's the best you can do, you may as well get dressed and go home," the teacher bellowed. He paced some more. "Meadows, move that fairy arse."

Michael felt a surge of anger. He knew it had only been a matter of time before the "gay" comments started. He redoubled his efforts, determined to ignore the provocation.

After several long minutes, the teacher once more blew his whistle and the boys climbed out of the pool, again lining up on the edge.

"What the fuck was that?" The teacher snarled, walking down the line. "You were like a load of fucking fairies. Why did any of you even bother turning up today?"

"But sir, it was only the warm-up," said Barry, a little nervously.

"Did I ask for your opinion, Windsor?" Skelton spat, right in the prefect's face.

Michael chewed his lip. Skelton's behaviour was way over the top. The man was always a bastard, but today he seemed even meaner than usual.

Skelton continued to walk down the line, the look on his face showing his complete contempt for each boy in turn. When he reached Michael, he stopped. "And here we have the biggest fairy of the lot," he sneered. "You're a trouble-maker, Meadows; I've always said that. That's why I kicked you off the team in the first place. You wouldn't be back now if it weren't for that interfering pile of SDO shit."

Michael flinched. He had mixed feelings about Josh Howard, especially after what the SDO had done to Will. But it was purely down to Mr. Howard that he'd got back on the team and it rankled hearing Skelton talk about him like that. He focussed his gaze somewhere in mid air, behind the teachers shoulder, determined not to rise to any of the baiting.

"I don't like fairies, Meadows," Skelton continued, leaning in close so that his face was only inches away from Michael's. "And I'm sure the rest of these boys don't want a fairy on the team, staring at them all the time, watching them get changed and then going home and playing with himself. Fairies are not good for morale, and you can't trust them; you can never turn your back on a fairy. So what do you think we should do about it?"

"You could always resign. Sir." The words slipped out automatically, before Michael was able to stop them, and the "sir" was added after a slight pause, the word overflowing with obvious contempt.

There was a moment's shocked silence, followed by one or two muffled giggles from the line of boys, and then Skelton's hand flew out, gripping Michael's jaw, squeezing his cheeks so hard that he was unable to close his mouth. The boy gasped with pain and struggled to free himself, but Skelton's grip was like steel.

"Wrong answer," the man leered.

"Let me go, you fucking cunt," Michael managed to get out, the words only just understandable.

Skelton grinned. "That's it, keep going; give me more reason to hurt you."

Michael pried at the fingers digging into his face. The pain was so intense that he was sure his jaw was about to be dislocated.

"Windsor, Robinson, come and hold him," Skelton barked out, calling over the two largest boys in the group. Barry Windsor looked uncertain about this, but when Skelton added a sharp "Get over here, now," the two boys hurried to obey.

"Hold his arms," ordered Skelton, keeping his own grip firmly in place until the Michael was held on either side in a secure arm lock. Only then did he let go of the boy's jaw. He stepped back and looked Michael up and down, before returning his gaze to the boy's face.

Michael returned the gaze stubbornly. It was pointless to struggle; the boys holding him were much bigger and heavier than he was. He was scared, but at the same time, he knew there was a limit to what Skelton could do him, here, in front of witnesses; if the man wanted to keep his job, anyway.

"No one to rescue you this time," Skelton grinned. "No sign of your bum-boy friend." He turned to face the shuffling line of boys, most of whom appeared extremely uncomfortable at what was happening. "Do you know why Harris is no longer Head Boy?" There were numerous puzzled looks; Will's suspension had been the main topic of school gossip all day, but though there had been plenty of rumours, no one appeared to know the real reason behind it. "Because he's a fucking queer," Skelton announced in a loud voice, shouting the news to the world. "Harris is a homo." He looked back at Michael. "Isn't that right, fairy? Harris is a homo and you're his little bum-boy." There was muttering and surprised looks from the other boys, one or two of whom were looking at Skelton with disapproval.

"You're the biggest queer around here," Michael spat. "Everyone knows it."

"Do you know what happened to me this morning?" asked Skelton, his voice suddenly soft and calm. He was once again standing directly in front of Michael. "I was called into the Head Teacher's office and told that there had been four official complaints made against me. Four!" He repeated, his voice suddenly rising. "That wanker Howard has stirred people up against me and now my job is on the line. I might lose my job because of a load of fucking homos. Can you imagine how that makes me feel?" He leaned in really close. "Can you?" he suddenly screamed, directly into Michael's face.

Something was obviously very wrong, Michael realised. Skelton seemed positively unbalanced. Most of the other boys realised this too, judging by their worried, frightened looks.

"Just let me go," Michael begged, now very afraid, his voice sounding small even to himself.

Skelton grinned again. "Not yet. Not until I've made you very sorry for causing me all this trouble." He put his hand on Michael's chest, tracing his fingers across the soft, pale skin.

"What are you doing?" Michael asked, his voice shaking.

"I'm going to show you some real punishment," laughed Skelton. None of this stupid SDO stuff. I'm going to show you how little piles of shit like you should really be brought into line." His hand slid down Michael's stomach and pushed down inside the boy's Speedos. Michael gasped as a large hand suddenly enclosed his cock and balls. The hand tightened its grip and Michael gave a scream of pain.

"Sir! Mr. Skelton!"

Through tear filled eyes, Michael could see that Stuart Adams had stepped towards them, looking extremely frightened.

"Get back into line, Adams," Skelton growled, his hand still on Michael's balls, though his grip had eased slightly. "The next boy who moves or opens his mouth is off the team. Permanently."

"But sir..."

"Back into line!" Skelton roared.

Stuart looked unhappy. He hesitated as his gaze moved between Michael and the teacher. "I'll get someone," he called to Michael. Then he turned and ran for the changing rooms. A couple of other boys quickly followed him.

"You're off the team, Adams," Skelton shouted. "You others as well. You were all fucking useless anyway." He again tightened his grip, this time harder than before.

Michael gave another scream. The pain was excruciating. He felt sick. Why was the man doing this to him? "Please..." he begged, the word hardly intelligible. An even harder squeeze caused his legs to buckle. His eyes were tightly shut, but still tears squeezed out and ran down his cheeks. The agonising pain now filled his entire awareness like a red blanket, and cutting through blanket was Skelton's mad laughter.

Will headed for the main swimming pool entrance, deciding it would probably be best to avoid going through the changing rooms; this way there was less chance of him bumping into Skelton. He intended to try and keep out of sight and maybe watch from around a corner or something; he wanted to keep an eye on Michael and make sure he was OK, but at the same time didn't want to do anything to stir up the PE teacher. His route took him passed the door to the SDO's office and he wondered briefly if Josh had got back from his conference yet. He decided to maybe call in on the SDO after he'd watched the swim practice, since wanted to thank Josh for his support. Strangely, the punishment he had received the previous day, the effects of which were still causing him much discomfort, had not affected his liking for the man one bit; in fact he probably now respected Josh more than ever.

Walking beside Will, Simon obviously thought that anything at all that would put Will in the vicinity of Skelton was not a good idea, but he'd given up voicing his opposition, and instead maintained a disapproving silence.

"There's really no need for you to come," said Will, at the same time being quite glad that the other boy was there.

"I know that," Simon replied. "But maybe I can help you stay out of trouble." Besides, he added, with a lopsided grin, "Some of those guys on the swim team are seriously hot, especially in those little Speedos."

"Ah, now we come to the real reason you're coming along," laughed Will. "Just remember that Michael is mine; you can take your pick of any of the others." He felt his face starting to heat up as he realised what he'd said. He still wasn't comfortable with talking openly about his sexuality and he'd spoken without thinking.

If Simon noticed Will's discomfort he'd didn't draw attention to it. "Spoilsport," he said. "Michael's easily the cutest of the lot, though some of the others are not far behind." He was silent for a moment. "Has this thing with you and him been going on long?"

"Just a few weeks," said Will.

"You really like him, don't you?"

"Yeah," Will admitted. "I just wish I knew how he felt about me," he added, much more softly.

Simon gave him a quick, incredulous look. "You don't know? You're kidding me. I waited with him outside Josh's office yesterday, after your punishment, and he was frantic; pacing up and down, demanding to know what was happening and that you were alright. It wasn't so much what he said, as the way he was acting. Will, the boy is completely crazy about you."

"You think so?"

"Shit, Will, look at the way you are now, wanting to check on him and make sure he's OK. That's exactly the way he was yesterday with you, only even more so."

Will stopped dead in his tracks. He suddenly realised he was grinning like and idiot. This was the best thing he could ever hope to hear. He had to force himself not grab Simon and hug him. Oh, to hell with it! He threw his arms around the surprised teenager.

"Wow!" exclaimed Simon, as he was finally released. "If that's what I get for giving you good news I'll have to think of something else to tell you." He gave a grin of his own. "I suppose it can't hurt to tell you that I've had a crush on you for years."

Yet another surprise. "I.. I never knew." Stupid answer, Will realised.

"Of course you didn't," Simon laughed. "I guess I missed my chance. Never mind, I'm working on someone else at the moment anyway."

"You've got a boyfriend? Who is it?" Will asked.

"I don't want to say since I don't even know he's interested yet, though I'm fairly sure he might be. He's on the swim team."

"Finally, the real reason you insisted on coming with me," Will laughed. "I bet it's Barry Windsor," he joked.

"Urgh!" Simon pulled a face. "He's revolting. Alright, you've shared your secrets with me, so I'll tell you mine, though please don't say anything to anyone; like I said, I'm not even sure he's gay. It's Stuart Adams."

"Nice choice," Will agreed. "He's definitely cute. I hope it works out for you."

"Thanks."

"If we're going to this swim practice we'd better get a move on," said Will, "Or it will be over before we even get there." He started walking again.

As they reached pool entrance, Will pulled open the glass door, holding it open for Simon. At that same moment, a scream of agony cut through the air.

Will froze, but only for a split second. That was Michael. Instantly, he was moving. He flew down the short corridor behind the spectator stands and out into the open area that was the pool proper. A short distance away, standing on the poolside, he saw Michael, his pale, slim form supported between Barry Windsor and Carl Robinson. The boy had stopped screaming, but his face was white and he looked to be panting for breath. In front of Michael, his hand actually down inside the young teen's Speedos, stood Skelton. Will couldn't believe his eyes; the bastard had a hold of Michael's balls.

A rage like he had never before experienced filled Will's mind. There was no room for rational thought, only action. "SKELTON!" he screamed, as he charged towards the man, his face twisted into a grimace of pure hatred. Skelton turned and had time to look momentarily surprised before Will's clenched fist smashed hard into his jaw.

Will felt rather than heard a snap, and an agonising pain lanced up his arm. He watched Skelton stagger backwards from the assault. The teen would have followed up with another blow, but pain from his hand made this impossible. Instead he just stood there, fuming, as he cradled his right forearm in his left hand.

Skelton, slowly stood upright. He gave his head a shake and tentatively felt at his jaw, before giving a cold smile. "So the queer has arrived," he snarled, from between clenched teeth. Then the man's face contorted into an expression of almost insane fury. He lunged forwards and caught Will by the hair with one hand, the other ploughing into the boy's stomach. The force of the blow left Will gaping for air, unable to breathe. He was aware of shouting and was sure he heard Michael's voice. Then yet another blow to his stomach made him forget everything as his body tried to double over and force itself into a tight ball. The grip on his hair seemed to tighten and he felt himself being swung around, and then suddenly he was in mid air. This feeling lasted only a moment before he splashed down heavily into the water. He felt himself sinking, the weight of his clothes pulling him down. His tortured lungs burned for air and involuntarily his mouth opened, sucking in water. In a wild panic he struggled for what seemed like forever, eventually feeling his head break the surface where he coughed and choked as he tried to clear the water from his lungs and to breathe at the same time. There was a great deal of noise. Now lots of people seemed to be shouting, all at the same time, but he had water in his eyes and couldn't see anything. Besides, the shouting didn't matter; all that mattered was being able to breathe. He was aware of a loud splash close by, then something heavy on the top of his head, pushing him back down under the water. He struggled but it was no good. It was hand. Someone was holding him down. He needed to breathe. His panic increased and he thrashed wildly, even the pain in his hand now seeming inconsequential. His lungs were on fire. He felt his struggles getting weaker and a voice in the back of his mind seemed to say "This is it. Oh God, I'm dying." And he knew the voice was right. A strange calmness came over him. He no longer had the strength to fight. Then everything went black.

Josh sat at his desk in his office. He was tired and had to blink in order to bring the text on the computer screen into focus. He'd spent the day at a meeting with the SDOs from the other "trial" schools, where they had discussed the future of the scheme with officials from the Department of Education and the Home Office. The meeting had been extremely productive. It seemed that the scheme had been a major success in all of the schools in which it had been implemented, and it now looked set to be extended earlier than expected. Josh was confident that as soon as suitable guidelines had been established for dealing with younger miscreants, the lower age limit would drop from fifteen years to the eleven years. Also under discussion had been ideas for dealing with the hard-core of repeat offenders, and the outcome of this was that SDOs would be given more leeway to use stronger punishments if they felt these could be justified. Josh had mixed feelings about this latter decision; he'd never been too keen on the more physical punishments. Still, the new powers would give him much more flexibility to allow him to use more imaginative punishments geared around humiliation, rather than having to resort immediately to the paddle.

It had been a long day, and the SDO was looking forwards to getting home and relaxing. As far as the school was concerned, they were expecting him to be away for the whole day, but he'd returned to his office instead of going straight home because there was a matter which he felt needed his urgent attention. The whole Skelton problem was weighing heavily on his mind. He'd already set things in motion the previous evening, sending a brief, hand-written note to the Head Teacher, voicing his concerns that Skelton was not a suitable person to be working with children. He'd also contacted the parents of several boys who had apparently been the victims of the man's bullying, suggesting that they too put in immediate complaints to the school. He was now working on a more detailed report, copies of which would go to the Head Teacher, the school governors and the Education Authority. He was determined to get Skelton out of the school. With hindsight, Josh now bitterly regretted having paddled Will; he should have refused to carry out the punishment until there had been a full and formal investigation of the incident. He felt he'd let Will down badly and he was going to do everything he could to put things right.

With a sigh, the SDO sat back and stretched, considering getting another cup of coffee to try to wake himself up. He decided that this was a good idea and was just getting out of his chair when the door to his office crashed open, slamming hard into the wall.

"What the...?"

Simon Brett almost fell into the room. The boy was panting heavily and his face was white. "Josh... come quick... Will... Skelton..."

Instantly, all traces of fatigue vanished. The situation must be serious indeed to get the boy into such a panic. "Where?" he demanded, already charging for the door.

"Pool," Simon replied.

Josh set off at a run, not even bothering to check whether Simon was following. What the hell was Will doing at the pool? He'd told the boy to keep out of Skelton's way. It had to have something to do with Michael. The SDO cursed himself for not ordering Michael to stay away from swimming practise until this situation was properly sorted.

It was only a short distance from his office to the pool, but to Josh it felt like miles. His hand gripped a wall for support, his shoes slipping on the polished floor of the corridor, as he tried to take a corner without slowing down. Just ahead of him was the glass-doored entrance to the pool. As he crashed through the door, he heard the sound of raised voices; boys shouting, panicking. Bursting out of the corridor from behind the spectator stands, his eyes instantly took in the scene: Michael was at the poolside fighting madly to escape from the grip of Barry Windsor and another boy, thrashing with his arms and legs and screaming at them. Barry and the other boy looked scared, but they still kept their hold on Michael. Several other boys were standing at the edge of the pool, leaning over the water, shouting. In the water, thrashing and roaring madly was Skelton – Skelton, and beneath the surface what looked to be another figure.

Oh, fuck! Josh's breath caught in his throat. That was Will. Skelton was holding Will under the water.

There was no time to think. Josh made a flying dive, his arms out in front of him as he entered the water like an arrow. His momentum propelled him straight towards Skelton. In seconds he was there. His hand went out, reaching for Will, but Skelton fought him off, flailing at him with one hand whilst keeping the boy under the water with the other. Josh noted that Will wasn't struggling, wasn't even moving, and the SDO fought back despair and panic as the realisation hit him that he might already be too late. If it wasn't too late now, it soon would be. In barely controlled fury, he fought his way past Skelton's guard, somehow managing to get one hand behind the man's head. Taking a handful of hair, he pulled the head back and smashed his other fist hard into the sneering face; once, twice, three times. A cloud of red spread out into the water from the teacher's ruined nose. Skelton looked shocked and both his hands went to his face. Josh immediately turned his attention away from the teacher; there were more important matters. He managed to get hold of Will and in a moment he had the boy's head above the surface.

As he struck out towards the edge of the pool he heard a splash and then Michael was there beside him, helping to support Will. Together, the man and boy got the unmoving teenager to the poolside where willing hands reached down to help lift him out. As Will was lifted clear of the water, something took hold of Josh's foot and he was momentarily pulled down beneath the surface. As he got his head back up, he shook it to clear his eyes and discovered that Skelton had a hold on his ankle and was trying to drag him back towards the centre of the pool. Without even thinking, he held onto the edge for support and pulled back his free leg, then slammed his shoe covered foot into the teacher's face. The grip on his ankle vanished and Skelton sank down into the water.

Breathing heavily, Josh gratefully accepted the assistance to climb out of the pool. He discovered that two more teachers had now arrived and stood around with shocked expressions on their faces. Michael, Simon and a couple of other boys knelt beside Will, who lay on his back, perfectly still.

Michael looked up at Josh, his face a picture of despair. "He's not breathing. Somebody do something."

"Get a fucking ambulance. Move, man," Josh screamed at one of the motionless teachers. He rushed over to Will, roughly pushing the kneeling boys out of the way. It took just a moment to ascertain that Michael was right; Will was not breathing. Taking a deep breath, the SDO quickly tilted the boy's head back, pinched his nose and sealed his own lips around Will's, filling the teen's lungs. He watched Will's chest rise, inside his sodden shirt, then fall again as Josh moved his head back. He repeated the procedure, glad that his SDO training had included a comprehensive first aid course. As Will's chest fell for the second time, Josh checked the boy's neck for a pulse. It was so faint that it took a moment to detect, but it was there. Thank God! He returned to the rescue breaths, again filling the boy's lungs. "Come on, Will," he muttered, as he watched the boy's chest fall. More rescue breaths. Once more he checked Will's pulse; there was no change. The tension in the air was electric. "Come on, Will," he repeated. "Breathe, dammit!" Yet again he filled the boy's lungs. This time as he pulled back, Will's body tensed in a choking cough. He was breathing. There was a collective sigh of relief and even a few muffled cheers.

Michael was laughing and crying at the same time as he gently cradled Will's hand. "He's alright," he said.

"We'll see," said Josh, giving the young teen a smile. "Help me turn him onto his side."

A teacher appeared with a blanket, and as they lay it over him, Will gave a weak groan and his eyes flickered open. He gave a wracking cough and mumbled something unintelligible. He tried to move, but Josh stopped him.

"Lie still," said the SDO. "You're going to be fine."

A few yards away, Skelton sat propped up against a wall breathing heavily. It appeared that someone had pulled him out of the water. His face was a bloody mess, and it seemed that all the fight had gone out of him. He fixed Josh with a cold glare.

By now more people were starting to arrive. As word spread, more teachers and students who had remained behind after school for various clubs and other activities congregated by the side of the pool, not wanting to miss anything. They stood and watched the aftermath, speculating on what had gone on. The crowd parted to let the paramedics through, and Josh got up to meet them, briefly telling them what had happened and explaining how Will had stopped breathing. Then he stood back and left them to their job.

A short time later, Will, his face obscured by an oxygen mask, was carried out. Michael made a fuss about wanting to go with him, but Josh held him back, promising to drive him to the hospital later once they had Will settled in and comfortable.

"Later" turned out to be several hours later, after the police had taken statement from all of the witnesses. But eventually, as promised, Josh accompanied Michael to the hospital.

They found Will in a private room, his parents at his bedside. The eighteen year old lay back propped up on pillows, an oxygen mask over his mouth. His right hand, swathed in a thick bandage, lay above the sheets. As Josh and Michael entered, he pulled the mask away from his face, grinning broadly.

Michael froze for a moment, then, tears streaming down his face, he rushed up to the bedside and bent to give Will a hug. "I thought you were dead," he sobbed.

"Me too," said Will. "But I'm OK. I broke my hand, and my chest hurts when I breathe, but I'm OK."

Will's parents stood up, and the boy's father approached Josh. "Mr. Howard?"

"Yeah, but call me Josh."

Will's father took the SDO's hand in his own, shaking it firmly. There were tears of gratitude in his eyes. "The police were here a short time ago; they told us what happened. If you hadn't been there..." his voice trailed off.

"Don't even think about it," said Josh. He nodded towards the bed. "How is he?"

"The doctor says he going to be fine," Will's father replied. They're keeping him in overnight, just to be sure, but he should be home tomorrow."

"That's great news," said Josh. He stepped closer to the bed.

Will looked up at the SDO. "You saved me," he said.

"Yeah, well, after what I did to you yesterday, I owed you that much at least," Josh grinned. He accepted Will's proffered left hand, holding in both of his own. "It's been a bumpy ride. Let's hope things settle down a little now."

"Will, you've got a visitor."

At the sound of his mother's voice, Will climbed off his bed, where he was supposed to be "resting" and went to his bedroom door. He opened the door and gave a grin as he saw Michael coming up the stairs towards him.

"Just remember you're supposed to be taking things easy," the teen's mother called from the bottom of the stairs.

"Yes, Mum, I remember," Will replied. He sighed as he led Michael into the bedroom, closing the door. "I got home from the hospital just before lunch. I've only been home a few hours and already she's driving me insane," he complained. "All I'm allowed to do is sit on my bed. She's taken the day off work to keep an eye on me and she keeps coming up to check that I haven't died."

"Don't say that," said Michael, quickly. "Don't even joke about it."

"I'm sorry," said Will. "It's just that I'm bored silly. Thanks for coming; it's really good to see you."

"I wanted to make sure you were alright," Michael smiled.

"I'm fine, apart from this." Will lifted his right hand, which was swathed in a heavy, padded bandage. "It's going to be a while before I can use it again."

Michael looked sympathetic, but after a moment he gave a grin. "You really socked him one."

"I did, didn't I?" said Will, now also grinning. "I think it was worth the pain just for that."

They sat down on the bed, Will shuffling back until he was propped up on the pillows. "So do you have any news from school?" the eighteen year old asked.

"Yeah, loads," said Michael. "What do you want to hear first?"

"What's happening about Skelton?"

"I think the cops still have him," said Michael. "He wasn't at school today, anyway. People are saying he's been sacked and won't be coming back. The cops have been back at the school today, talking to everyone who was there yesterday. They talked to me again and wanted to know all about what he'd done to me."

"I hope you told them everything," said Will.

"Yeah, but it was pretty embarrassing having to tell them how he had me by the balls."

The reminder of what Skelton had been doing to the boy caused Will's stomach to knot up with anger. "Does it still hurt?" he asked.

"A bit," Michael shrugged. "But not as much as his face will after what you and Mr. Howard did to him," he added.

"I suppose everybody at school is talking about it."

"'Course they are. One of the teachers going mental is the biggest thing to happen there for ages; probably ever."

Will frowned. "And I suppose it's all over the school about me being gay."

Michael nodded. "I think just about everybody knows. But most people are much more interested in hearing about how you slugged Skelton. Also, there's a petition going round to try and get you reinstated as Head Boy. Nearly everybody's signed it."

"You're kidding?" Will found the idea that people were campaigning on his behalf, even after finding out that he was gay, extremely touching.

"No, it's true. I think Simon Brett started it off. Barry Windsor has been suspended; not just from being Head Boy, but from school as well, for helping Skelton, so there's nothing to stop you being Head Boy again."

"Only my record of going round thumping teachers," said Will, wryly. "I'm not going to get my hopes up." He wriggled back on his pillows, trying to get comfortable. One of them had slipped down and without thinking, he began to reach back to pull it up again. He gave a gasp as a sharp pain seared through his damaged hand and along his arm, reminding him that he needed to be more careful.

"Are you alright?" asked Michael, looking concerned.

"Yeah, I forgot about this," he frowned down at his hand. "Can you lift this top pillow up for me?"

"Sure, no problem." Michael placed one hand on Will's shoulder, pulling the older teen forwards, then leaning in close to adjust the pillow.

Will suddenly became aware of how close Michael's face was to his own; he could almost feel the boy's breath on his cheeks. It seemed that Michael had also noticed, and the younger boy froze, a nervous glint appearing in his eyes. Will met Michael's gaze and then dropped his eyes to the boy's lips, slightly parted. He licked his own lips, his head moving ever so slightly forwards. Michael didn't move, though his breathing was fast and shallow, as if frightened. Will tilted his head as he very slowly closed the short distance between them. Even before they made contact, he could already feel the electric touch of Michael's lips on his own, something he had longed for but been previously denied. This was the kiss that Will wanted more than almost anything; he'd tried to seal the kiss before, but Michael had always pulled away. This time...

A sharp knock on the door caused both boys to jump. Michael leaped back as if he had been caught in the act of committing some awful crime. The door opened a fraction.

"Can I come in?"

Will bit back an angry retort. "Yes, Mum, you can come in," he sighed, not even trying to hide his annoyance.

The door opened further and Will's mother appeared. She looked at the boys and then smiled uncertainly. "I'm sorry," she said, obviously picking up on the suddenly chilly atmosphere. "I didn't mean to disturb you. I just wanted to ask Michael if he'll be around for a little while."

"Why do you need to know that?" Will asked.

"Because I need to go to the shops," said the woman, the frown on her face showing her disapproval at Will's tone. "And I would prefer that you have someone stay with you until I get back."

Will was about to reply with some comment about not needing anyone to stay with him, but he stopped himself in time as he realised that this would give him chance to be alone with Michael. "How about it," he said to the boy. "You need to rush off, or can you hang around for while?"

"I can stay," Michael shrugged.

"Good," said the woman. "I'll only be about an hour. Then you can stay for something to eat with us, if you like."

"Sure," said Michael. "Thanks."

With a smile, Will's mother once more reminded her son that he needed to rest and then left them.

Will listened intently until he heard the sound of the front door closing. "She's gone," he said with a relieved smile. "No more disturbances for a while." He looked into Michael's eyes. "How about we pick up where we left off?"

Michael hesitated. "I... erm... I don't know."

With his good hand, Will reached out, first stroking his fingers along the back of Michael's hand, as it rested on the bed, then taking hold of it and using it to pull the boy gently but firmly closer. Michael looked afraid, but he didn't resist.

This time, there was nothing to interrupt them. As their lips met, Will closed his eyes, wanting to shut out everything but the feel of Michael's mouth against his own. The kiss was everything Will had dreamed of, and more besides, and he didn't want it to ever end.

After a few moments, Michael pulled away and sat back, his eyes wide and a strange smile on his face. "I can't believe I just did that," he said, softly, almost as if to himself.

"I'm glad you did," said Will.

"Me too."

They sat looking at each other, as if neither knew what to say next. Will desperately wanted to hold Michael in his arms; he wanted them to lay together, their naked bodies pressed one against the other, equals, something they had never done before. He knew that if he asked, Michael would obey, just like he always did. But would it really be what Michael wanted, or would the young teen be doing it just because Will had asked him to?

Michael broke the eye contact, his gaze flicking almost nervously around the room. He noticed the tube of cream on Will's bedside cabinet and his face lit up with an almost mischievous smile. "How's your backside today, does it still hurt?"

"It's still sore," Will admitted. "But nothing like it was that first day. The cream that Josh gave me is really good."

Michael nodded. "Want me to rub some on for you?" he asked.

Will looked at the boy speculatively. Was Michael using this as a way of initiating some contact between them? There was only one way to find out. "Yeah, sure. You'll have to help me with my trousers though. It took me ages to get them on this morning at the hospital, and one of the nurses had to help me fasten them up. This bloody hand is useless at the moment."

Almost enthusiastically, Michael's hands went to Will's belt. He soon had the older boy's trousers unfastened, and Will lifted himself from the bed to allow them to be lowered. He then surprised Will by turning his attention to the eighteen year old's socks, pulling them off; Will wasn't wearing shoes. The lowered trousers then followed the socks, as Michael removed them completely. "May as well take them all the way off, so they don't get in the way," he said, in response to Will's questioning look.

Following Michael's prompting, Will lay back on the bed and raised his hips, allowing his shorts to be lowered and removed. Except for his shirt, he was now naked. He could feel Michael's eyes on his exposed groin, and he found himself blushing. This somehow felt much different from when Michael had seen him naked before and he realised it was because on previous occasions he had been the one in control, and this time, their roles were, to a certain extent, reversed.

"Shirt as well," said Michael, with an almost mischievous smile.

Will sat up, allowing his final garment to be removed. "I didn't realise I'd need to take everything off just so you could put some cream on my arse," he laughed.

"We may as well do the job right," Michael grinned.

"What job did you have in mind?" asked Will.

Now it was Michael's turn to blush. He looked down, putting all his attention on carefully working the shirt over Will's bandaged hand.

Once the shirt was off, Michael got Will to lay face down on the bed, with the pillows supporting his head and upper chest, and his injured hand out of the way, resting on the bed above his head.

"Yuck, it still looks horrible," the younger boy observed, his eyes on Will's backside. "It's all blue and yellow."

"I don't care what colour it is, as long as it doesn't hurt so much," said Will. "The bruises will disappear, eventually."

His movements slow and gentle, Michael began rubbing the cream into the discoloured cheeks. Will glanced back once, but Michael appeared completely absorbed in what he was doing, so the older boy simply closed his eyes and relaxed, enjoying the soft warmth that spread across his rear.

It came as a surprise when, after a few moments, Michael's hand slid down into the cleft between Will's cheeks, brushing right against his hole. Will gave a soft gasp. That felt good. The touch came again, a little firmer, causing Will to sigh. He could feel his cock, pressed beneath him, begin to harden, and he lifted his hips slightly to allow it to move into a more comfortable position. However, before he had chance to lower himself down again, a hand slid up between his legs, firm fingers gripping his thickening shaft. He gave a low groan. Keeping his face resting in the pillows, he lifted his hips further, pulling his knees up beneath his body, keeping them wide apart, hoping to encourage Michael to give his erection even more attention.

Michael took the hint. Kneeling on the bed behind Will, he began to slowly but firmly jack the older boy's cock with one hand, the other continuing to stroke up and down over Will's twitching arsehole, then moving down between his legs, gently fondling his balls.

Will gasped. This felt so much better than any of their previous sex play. The difference was that this time Michael was taking an active part rather than simply doing what he'd been told to do. Being touched in this way felt incredible.

Then, without warning, all touching suddenly stopped. Will raised his head, turning it so that he could look back at the other boy. Michael gazed back at him, his bottom lip held between his teeth; he looked nervous about something.

"Michael?"

The young teen hesitated a moment, and then; "Fuck me." The boy's voice was little more than a whisper, but there was a desperate intensity in his tone.

Instantly, Will froze. His mouth went dry and his heart began thumping hard in his chest. In his mind he had image of himself thrusting his hard cock repeatedly into the young teen's arse, while Michael lay with his face pressed into the bed, crying. He vividly recalled the thing he was more ashamed of than anything else he had ever done; the thing that he always tried not to think about; the time he had raped Michael. "No," he said, shaking his head. "I... I can't."

Michael continued to look at him. "Please," the boy begged, his voice barely audible. "I need you to fuck me."

Again, Will shook his head, but this time with less certainty. "I don't want to hurt you. Not after last time."

"You won't hurt me, and last time doesn't matter. What happened last time was my fault. Please, Will."

Will had rolled onto his side. He didn't reply, just lay there looking at the boy. Michael hesitated for a moment and then began pulling off his own clothes. In less than a minute, the sixteen year old was naked, his rock hard cock jutting out from his completely hairless groin. Without even appearing to be thinking about what he was doing, he lightly traced his fingers along the underside of his rigid erection, his eyes never leaving Will.

Will's breath caught in his throat; right from the very first time he'd seen the boy naked, in the SDO's office, he'd thought Michael was hot, but the young teen had never looked hotter than he did at this moment.

Michael gave a nervous, half smile and then bent to reach into the pocket of his discarded trousers. When he stood up again, he was holding a tube of KY-jelly. Will's eyes widened in surprise.

"It's better than shaving gel," said Michael, with a forced smile. He took the top off the tube, squeezing some of the gel onto his fingertip, then, putting his weight onto one leg, he reached back to apply the lubricant to his arse.

Will watched in confused silence. The memory of his rape of the boy was like an open sore; it made him feel sick to even think about what he'd done. Yet at the same time, the sight of Michael rubbing the gel into his arsehole caused the teen's cock to jerk spasmodically.

After a moment, Michael squeezed more of gel onto his fingers. He gave Will a quick, nervous look. "Sit up," he said. "Please, Will."

On autopilot, Will obeyed. He twisted around, lowering his feet to the floor and sitting upright on the edge of the bed. No sooner was he in this position than Michael dropped to his knees, shuffling forwards until he was between Will's legs. He then dipped his head, his mouth engulfing the swollen, sticky head of the older boy's cock.

"Ohhhh!" Will groaned. It was only through intense concentration that he stopped himself shooting his load there and then, straight into Michael's mouth.

Michael must have realised how close Will was to orgasm, as he immediately released the teen's cock from between his lips. He gave the head a gentle lick, almost a kiss and ran his tongue down the length of the shaft, then began licking and nibbling at Will's balls, whilst at the same time slowly rubbing his goo covered fingers up and down the straining erection.

Once Will's cock was well lubricated, Michael sat back on his heels and looked up into his friend's eyes.

Will shook his head. "I don't know..." he began.

"Please, Will," said Michael, cutting the older boy off in mid protest. "I really do want this." He was once more reaching back between his legs, fingering his own hole.

Will found himself nodding, his feelings of guilt pushed aside as he imagined his hard cock deep inside Michael's arse.

Giving a nod of his own, Michael straightened up. He swallowed, visibly, then turned around and began to lower his arse towards Will's twitching erection.

Will watched in silence, his hand around the base of his cock, holding it out from his body, as the younger teen moved towards it. Michael was moving slowly, his hands pulling his cheeks apart.

"Keep it on target," said Michael, looking back over his shoulder and giving a short, forced, nervous laugh. He lowered himself a bit further until his tight ring was pressed right against the head of Will's cock. He took a few deep breaths, and then began to push back, almost immediately giving a hiss of discomfort.

"Maybe you should stop," said Will, worried.

"I've hardly started yet," said Michael, determinedly. He paused for a moment and then began pushing back again, the breath hissing out from between his teeth. This time he stubbornly kept up the pressure.

Will gasped as the boy's arse stretched open to slowly envelope the swollen head of his penis. "It's in," he sighed.

Michael was panting loudly. He didn't move for almost a full minute, but then he began to push again. Moving with almost painful slowness, he lowered himself down, until he was eventually sitting in Will's lap, the older boy's cock entirely inside him. "Uh, that feel's incredible," he moaned.

"It sure does," Will sighed. He reached around the boy with his good hand, caressing the smooth, soft skin of Michael's chest, then sliding down until his fingers were wrapped tightly around the young teen's rigid cock. He slowly began to stroke the hard flesh, at the same time making small thrusting movements with his hips.

Michael tried to push down again, attempting to impale himself even further on Will's erection. "Let's get down on the floor," he suggested. "Then you can fuck me properly."

Moving carefully together, they lowered themselves to the floor, until Michael was on his elbows and knees and Will on his knees behind him. Throughout this, Will's cock remained embedded in Michael's arse, joining the two boys together like steel pin. No sooner were they on the floor than Will started to make small movements, thrusting with his hips.

"Ugh!!!" Michael gave a low moan. "Do it harder," he begged.

Gradually Will picked up momentum until he was pulling almost all the way out and then driving back in again, hard, his balls slapping against Michael's balls with each thrust. All thoughts of his previous experience of fucking the boy were now gone from his mind, as the older teen concentrated entirely on his own needs and the needs of the youngster beneath him. His left hand stroked the skin of Michael's back, then reached underneath the boy, touching him everywhere; his smooth chest, his tight stomach, his hard cock. Michael was panting loudly and the boy urgently pushed Will's hand away as he sought out his own cock and began frantically jerking on it. Will increased his pace still more, the feeling of Michael's tight ring sliding along the length of his swollen erection driving him almost wild. There was a burning pressure in his groin and the only thing that now mattered was the relief of that pressure. Michael suddenly cried out, his body tensing up and starting to shake, and the sight of the youngster reaching orgasm was all it took to drive Will over the edge. With a cry of his own, the older teen felt his cock begin to throb as it spurted hot cum deep inside Michael's arse.

Breathlessly, Will collapsed on top of Michael and the two boys lay on the floor, their sweating bodies locked together in the passionate afterglow of orgasm.

Several minutes went by, the silence broken only by laboured breathing. Then Will stretched himself and with a groan he started to get up.

"I don't want to move yet," said Michael.

"We're going to have to," said Will, softly. He kissed Michael gently on the back of the neck. "Mum will be back soon. I don't think it would be such a good idea to let her find us like this."

"I guess not," Michael agreed. He allowed Will to help him to his feet, then, with a smile, he put his arms around the older boy's neck and pulling their heads together, he kissed him on the lips.

Will quickly muffled a grunt of surprise; he certainly wasn't about to complain. This was the final proof that in the past twenty-four hours, their relationship had changed completely.

As Michael pulled away, he saw the way that Will was looking at him and he started to blush. "I guess there's no point in fighting it," he said.

"No point at all," Will smiled. "Come on, let's get cleaned up." He went over to the bedroom door, and opening it a crack he listened carefully. There was no sign that his mother had yet returned; it was safe to venture out. Naked, he and Michael crossed the landing to the bathroom.

"You had all this planned before you came today, didn't you?" Will asked, as they cleaned themselves. "You even had the KY in your pocket, ready."

Michael looked uncomfortable and started to blush again. He shook his head. "It's been in my pocket for ages," he said. "Ever since that first time you fucked me." He looked down at his feet, embarrassed. "I've been wanting you to do it to me again. But..." his voice trailed off. "But I was too scared to ask you," he finished, almost in a whisper.

"Scared? Scared of what?" asked Will.

"I don't know," said Michael, with a shrug. "I was always scared when I was around you," he admitted.

"Oh, shit, Michael! You were scared of me? I'm sorry. All that stuff I made you do. I'm sorry for all of it."

"No you've got it wrong," said Michael. He stepped up to Will resting his hand lightly on the older boy's shoulder. "It's not you I was scared of, it was me; I was scared of the way I felt about you."

It took a moment for this to sink in, and then Will realised he was grinning broadly. "The way you felt about me?" He gave a short laugh, throwing his arms around Michael in a hug. The laugh immediately turned into a gasp of pain. "Sodding hand," he sighed, with a tight-lipped smile. "I keep forgetting." He turned his attention back to the boy. Now it was his turn to feel embarrassed. "I guess I should tell you that ever since that first time I had you here in my bedroom, I've wanted us to be together properly, with you here because you wanted to be and not because I was forcing you."

Michael nodded. "I did want to be with you, but like I said, I was scared. I'm not scared anymore." He gave Will and odd look. "Will you tell me the truth about something?"

"Sure," Will nodded.

"When you thought you were forcing me to do stuff, did that turn you on?"

Will hesitated. The answer to this was not something he was proud of, but Michael had asked him to be truthful and he felt he owed the boy that. "Yeah, I guess it did."

Michael was silent for a moment and then he smiled nervously. "So you won't mind if we do stuff like that sometimes, you know, where you make me get undressed and touch me everywhere, and make me do things, and when I do something wrong, you..." The boy's face was glowing red. "When I do something wrong you put me over your knee and spank me."

"What? You want me to do that?" Will gasped in surprise. Then he grinned. "If that's what you want, I guess it would be OK."

Michael returned the grin. "I was worried you'd think I was weird or something because I get turned on by stuff like that."

"As long as you'll be my boyfriend, I really don't care how weird you are," Will laughed. "Now let's get some clothes on. If Mum gets back and catches us wandering around the house naked, you being weird will be the least of our problems."

END

This chapter brings the Michael/Will story arc to a close. However, there will be other School Discipline stories set within the SDO universe.

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