The Humiliation Games

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The Humiliation Games

CHAPTER 11

PART 21

"Wow, an entire scenario set on a rugby pitch and not a single joke about balls. That may be a Humiliation Games first!" Esteban said as he returned to the stage, getting titters from the crowd. "And with that, round ten is over and we now find ourselves speeding towards the end of the first stage of the games! Team Faularry are up next with their FINAL volunteer of the two-hundred-and-forty-second Humiliation Games!"

"Awwww!" the crowd chorused, having clearly enjoyed the humiliations so far.

"I know, I know, your disappointment is shared by the great Master himself. Just look at the disappointment written across that old, immortal face!" Esteban said, gesturing to The Terror.

Just as they had every time the MC had playfully teased the eldritch being, the crowd looked nervously at his motionless face before letting out nervous chuckles and returning their gaze to the stage.

"Whadda you say, Team Faularry? Are you ready for your final volunteer?" Esteban asked Master Ezekiel.

"Just get on with it!" Ezekiel huffed back, clearly tired of the host's constant chatter.

"Charming," Esteban sighed. "Well in that case... bring him on!"

As Esteban gestured to the large screen, a beach appeared, filled with various people lounging around or playing. As the view focused on a small group of young males, the bio card for the next volunteer appeared on screen.

"Demons and gentlemen, it's my pleasure to introduce you to Shane Munton. Originally from Lincolnshire in England and now studying at Leeds University, his humiliation for the games will take place in Playa Del Ingles in Gran Canaria where he is currently on holiday with a few of his University friends," Esteban explained. He smirked a little as he saw the lusty looks over the faces of the crowd as the small group of scantily clad young men sat enjoying the sunny beach.

"Shane is an interesting young man," Esteban went on. "As you can clearly see, he is quite attractive... for a Plebicile, though this is a fairly new development that even Shane himself has not adapted to. Having suffered an illness at the end of his final year of school that resulted in severe loss of much of his childhood weight, Shane took the opportunity to work on improving his body while finally ridding himself of acne and some truly horrendous glasses and clothing. The end result is a somewhat naïve, innocent young man whose brain has not yet caught up with the fact that he now very much fits on as one of the `hot guys' on campus!"

There was a substantial amount of chatter as the audience continued to be engrossed by the beach scene that could have easily passed as the opening scene of cheap porn!

"And that, I'm afraid, is where the information leaves off. Utterly inexperienced sexually and not yet a great deal in the way of interests or even personality, Shane is somewhat of a blank slate for Team Faularry to work with," Esteban went on. "And speaking of which, start the timer and let's get underway for Team Faularry's final deliberation!"

As Ezekiel quickly got to chatting with his team, their opponents huddled together, mostly sharing a look of concern.

"That last humiliation did NOT go the way we discussed," Sebastian said, looking more confused than annoyed.

Dazallan shook his head, thinking back to what had happened on the rugby pitch. "I... I can't explain it," he said, frowning heavily. "I had the team under my influence, they should have been pushed much further than just... Just watching him pleasure himself!"

"Has this... happened to you before?" Buth'Taloz asked curiously.

"Never!" Dazallan insisted.

"It's not exactly unheard of," Dave said with a casual shrug. "Cirramirians ARE known to... fade somewhat in their capabilities eventually!"

Dazallan stared at Dave in surprise. The secrets of Cirramir were closely guarded. The inner workings of all the demonic sects were generally hidden from the others, so for anyone not of Cirramir to even have that much knowledge was surprising. "That... is not something I wish to discuss!" Dazallan said coldly.

"I meant no harm," Dave said defensively. "We are still a team for the purpose of these Games. I just wanted to ensure we're all firing at full capacity!"

Master Sebastian and Buth'Taloz both looked to the Cirramirian questioningly.

"I can assure you I am FULLY capable of seeing the challenge through!" Dazallan insisted. As he saw Sebastian raise an eyebrow, he added in a low growl, "You do NOT need to worry. If I'm chosen for the final volunteer, I will deliver what I promise!"

"Thank you," Master Sebastian said with a polite smile, then glanced to the others and said, "Then we shall say no more on the matter!"

A few moments later, the timer concluded and Master Ezekiel invited up Gokothon for the final time.

Gokothon let out a grunt as the applause from the crowd was somewhat lukewarm. "This Plebicile is a virgin, which means he spends a lot of time thinking about losing his virginity. Thankfully, those thoughts bring with them a lot of anxiety which manifest in his erotic nightmares. His most recurring dream relates to his new friends learning of his sexual inexperience in a very public way. While this nightmare does not always take place on a beach, it seems a shame to miss the opportunity, so sexual humiliation of a virgin on a public beach is what you can expect if you choose me!" the gruff demon explained before heading back to his throne.

"Sex on the beach? Now I'm in the mood for cocktails," Master Ezekiel joked, thankfully getting a laugh from the crowd, something he had found necessary following Gokothon's offerings. "Next up, Lord Zorren. Can he make it two in a row?"

"Thank you, thank you," Zorren said with a smile as highlights from his humiliation of Tyler Tate flashed across the screen. "As one would expect with a holiday, Shane is currently staying at a hotel. What's the point of having an old-school demon up here if I can't offer up one of the old-school humiliations?! Just a few subtle manipulations and poor little Shane might find himself locked out of his hotel room... naked! Needless to say, the misfortune would not stop there!"

The crowd muttered away, discussing the scenario that had played out in various forms over the years at the games.

"And finally, it's my pleasure to offer up Lord Tharukan of the Sinisterium," Master Ezekiel introduced.

"Ah, doesn't it look relaxing," Tharukan said, looking up to the screen that was back to showing Shane and his friends on the beach. "Sun, sea, alcohol... always a fun mis to get the passions flowing and the inhibitions lowered! Shane may not realise what an attractive young man he has become, but it's safe to say others on the beach certainly have, including his own friends! With a little encouragement from myself, Shane could find out exactly how `desirable' he truly is to those around him, giving him a beach day he will never forget!"

"Ah, wonderful. Thank you once again Team Faularry for those interesting ideas," Esteban said happily. "So it's back over to you, my lovely audience. What fate awaits Shane? Will it be Gokothon's virginity-losing nightmare, Zorren's classic `locked out naked' or Tharukan's horny, horny beach boys? Vote now!"

VOTING OPTIONS AND RESULTS

1. Have Shane lose his virginity in an embarrassing public setting – 13%

2. Have Shane get locked out of his hotel room naked – 37%

3. Have Shane learn how attractive he truly is to the people around him – 50%

PART 22

"I swear! If I hear one more fuckin' excuse tonight, I'm kicking your fuckin' head in!"

"Well good morning to you too," Shane said, shaking his head. He glanced at his phone and said, "My mistake! Good afternoon! Y'see, this is why going out and getting blind drunk is a stupid idea, you miss half the day being hungover!"

"Yeah, but your shitty excuses every night mean you're missing the ENTIRE night!" Carl said disapprovingly.

"Do we really need to go through this EVERY morning?" Brian groaned, wincing as he made the mistake of briefly removing his shades.

"Every morning til dickface actually comes out with us!" Carl said with an eye roll.

The rest of the group were wandering along behind, caught up in their own conversation as the group headed to the beach. Shane had come on holiday with five of his new Uni mates, all nineteen like him, and he had spent a hefty chunk of their first week regretting it.

Carl was by far the worst, insisting they needed to be drinking basically 24/7. He was annoying but mostly likeable, a hefty figure of a teen whose main attempt to actually look his age had come in the form a meagre fluff of blonde facial hair on his chin, though all it did was make him look like a big kid playing at grown-ups. He was unashamedly forward in hitting on girls and while he could often get a conversation started, he usually managed to mess things up pretty quickly and return to drinking instead. Having gotten heavily sunburnt on their first day, the pale teen was finally returning to a more human colour.

Walking at Shane's other side was Brian, the other half of the eternal double-act with Carl. The two had gone to school together and were the only ones in their group who were not new acquaintances. His personality and mood tended to mirror Carl's in most things, particularly socialising and drinking, though he never really seemed to show the same rabid interest in girls that Carl did. He more often took on the role of wingman, enjoying the inevitable sight of his best friend crashing and burning. Smooth-faced and scrawny, sporting barely a single body hair across his slim, dark brown frame, he had spent most of the holiday convincing people his ID was real and he actually was nineteen!

Behind them walked Adam, Eric and Finn, who collectively formed somewhat of a middle ground between Shane and Carl, all eager to enjoy their nights out but not taking it quite so personally when Shane made his excuses to stay in. Adam was of Mediterranean descent, with jet black hair, heavy brows and dark eyes, though he was yet to sprout the heavy facial and body hair his older brothers back home sported. Eric was a massive and unashamed nerd, which often confounded people when they tried to reconcile it with his impressive figure boy-next-door good looks. Unlike Shane, who remained oblivious to his attractiveness, Eric knew it but never really cared. To him, anyone who just liked the outside wasn't worth letting see the inside! Finn was the last, and smallest, member of the group, standing as diminutive as Brian and as pale as Carl, usually referring to himself as the `token twink' of the group.

The squabbling continued all the way down from the hotel rooms, out across the road and onto the beach which was already pretty full by the time they arrived. Thankfully, as some of the people started to make their way off the beach in search of lunch, the six teens found a spot to set up for the afternoon before Carl and Brian headed off to the nearby bar for drinks.

"You really did miss a good night," Adam said with a meek smile as he flopped down next to Shane. "And I tell ya, the girls round here are GAGGIN' for it!"

"Oh, so you got lucky then?" Shane asked with a knowing smirk.

Eric and Finn burst into laughter as Adam stuttered his way through a range of excuses for going home alone.

"But at least he tried!" Eric offered up when the laughter died down. "Unless you still wanna have your v-card in your fuckin' twenties, you're gonna have to actually meet a girl!"

"Oh, big talk from Mr Claims-he's-not-a-virgin-but-got-no-receipts. Like you're really stackin' em up!" Shane jeered back.

Eric shrugged casually despite Shane and Adam's laughter, unbothered by the taunt. "Some of us just don't feel the need to make a show of our sex lives!" he said, getting a coy smile from Finn as the laughing continued from the other two.

"You'd need to have one to make a show of it," Adam sniggered.

"And besides, I go out with you lot, I ain't gonna get anywhere anyway! No girl looks at a group of guys and picks the two!" Shane said dismissively.

"Fuck me, he still doesn't get, does he!" Finn said, shaking his head.

"Ugh, I ain't going through this again," Eric said as he jumped to his feet. "There's a lotta things I'm willing to stroke but your ago ain't one of `em. You're not a two and you fuckin' know it. I'm going swimming!"

"Rude!" Shane mumbled.

"Wait for me!" Finn said, jumping up to follow Eric.

Adam was sniggering, but stopped and mumbled, "Wait, what IS he willing to stroke?" He shook his head to dismiss the thought and said, "I'm gonna go help the others with the drinks... by which I mean make sure they're not chugging shots already!"

"Kay," Shane said as Adam ran off. A few moments later, a group of girls wandered past. Seeing them looking his way, before whispering, smiling and giggling to each other, he sighed. Figuring they were checking out one of the others, it actually took him a moment to register he was alone. Looking round to double check they weren't looking at anyone behind him, he ventured a nervous smile back at them.

The girls giggled even louder before hurrying along, chatting excitedly together.

Shane woke up coughing and spluttering, gagging on the taste of beer. He heard laughing all around him as he sat up spitting out the liquid, then glared at the person stood at his side, holding the can. He was utterly unsurprised to see it was Carl.

Falling asleep had proven to be an open invite for pranks and teasing, so he was annoyed at allowing himself to do so around the others. "You're a dick," Shane grumbled, lifting a corner of his towel to wipe his face.

"What? I needed you awake!" Carl said before chugging the remainder of the can.

"And drowning me's the best way to do it!" Shane scoffed.

"Think of it as preparation," Brian sniggered.

"For what?" Shane asked nervously as he looked round at the rest of the group.

"Drowning in beer is good preparation for drowning in pussy!" Carl said, laughing even harder at his own comment than the others were.

"Mate, they're been checking you out all afternoon!" Adam said, nodding indiscreetly to the group of girls who had settled nearby. "And they're not the only ones!" he added with a broad grin.

"Oh fuck off. I only said he... looks good today!" Carl insisted, rolling his eyes as he reached for another can of beer.

"Well at least now I know you're fucking with me, so thanks for that," Shane said dismissively. He might have considered almost maybe thinking about possibly believing one of the girls had looked, but Carl complimenting another guy... that was unheard of.

"Well he's not wrong," Eric said with a shrug. "So many early nights have clearly done ya good. Must take a lot of beauty sleep to look that..." He stopped, blushing as the others smirked a little.

"Shit! Fuck! They're coming!" Finn commented, seeing the group of girls approach.

"And so's Shane if he plays his cards right," Adam added with a laugh.

Shane scowled as he started, "What makes you think they're even..."

He was cut-off mid-sentence as the girl apparently leading the charge looked him dead in eye and said, "You!"

The guys parted as the girls moved in, standing over Shane briefly until he stood. "What did I do?" he asked shakily.

There were four of them in total – white girl, big boobs, buns of steel and redhead, as they would eventually come to be called when the guys realised they never actually gave their names.

"Our insta pics are getting boring. We need someone to help spice it up," white girl said with a smirk.

"Umm... I'm sure the guys'd be happy to help. Take your pick!" Shane said, gesturing to the others.

"We already picked and we want YOU!" white girl insisted. "You," she said handing her phone to Adam. "Take some pics for us, coulda ya!"

"Is this... some kinda... prank?" Shane asked nervously.

"Oh, he's funny AND cute!" big boobs giggled.

"Come on, group shot!" white girl urged, moving in to stand at Shane's side.

"Yeah, come on ladies. Get in there!" Carl said with a grin, which only made Shane more weary.

Shane remained on edge, but as the four girls gathered – big boobs and redhead to one side, white girl and buns of steel to the other – it genuinely did just seem like they were posing for pictures. He felt hands groping at him gently. The two girls immediately to either side had slipped an arm around his waist, their hands grasping at his hips, while the two girls on the ends had reached around the back to place their hands on his back. Shane gulped slightly at the contact. Exciting as it felt to have the girls all over him, he found himself worried about what it may do to him.

"You must work out a LOT!" white girl openly flirted between pictures, placing her hand onto Shane's pectoral.

"Umm, I actually had an intestinal... blockage," Shane mumbled. It got muted laughs from the guys gathered around them as the girly flinched slightly.

Shane recoiled slightly as he saw what looked like a flash of red in the girl's eyes before she smiled and placed her hand back on his chest.

"Well it's obviously working for you!" white girl giggled.

"Totally!" big boobs agreed, grabbing Shane's other pectoral as she pressed her ample breast against his side.

"Umm, are we... are we nearly... done?" Shane asked, feeling a slight stirring from below.

"Why rush?" Carl called out. "You really going to disappoint these lovely ladies?"

"Umm, no, but could I..." Shane started, trying to pull his arms back from around them but they kept hold strongly enough that he really would have had to violently force his way to freedom, and he didn't want to make more of a scene than he already was.

"Oh, is he someone we should know?" a girl from another group asked as they wandered along and saw the photoshoot in progress.

"He's someone I'd LIKE to know!" the guy at her side said, getting a dirty laugh from some of the others. "What?" he scowled at the girl, apparently his girlfriend, when she glared at him. "I'm allowed to LOOK! He's hot!"

"No, he's FUCKING hot!" another stranger commented as the crowd began to gather.

"Can we go next?" "What's his name?" "I'd like to take a ride on that!" "Oh fuck me!" the comments started flowing from the growing audience.

Shane's eyes kept darting around the group, his eyes trying to follow the similar red glow he had seen earlier, but by the time he glanced at it, it had already moved on to someone else.

"Come on, keep the pictures going!" Carl urged Adam before he started sidling round the shot with Brian.

Shane continued trying to squirm from the girls' grasp as he felt his cock swelling. Despite the attention, their overt groping was turning him on, much to his dismay. It probably didn't help that he had managed to fall asleep mid-wank the night before and hadn't cum now for three days. To say he was fully loaded was an understatement. "I just... need to..." he said, trying to break free. Even with the speedo he had worn under his swim shorts for `protection' weren't going to be able to conceal his arousal for long.

Shane looked round anxiously as he noticed the absence of Brian and Carl, but with his eyes still following the red glow that seemed to pop up on every person who passed by and stopped to observe, he was oblivious to them behind him.

Suddenly, he felt the hands at his sides, followed an instant later by his shorts sliding down. "NO!" he yelled out, but as he tried to break free, he felt hands grabbing at his arms to help hold them in place around the girls, while the hands that had yanked down his shorts wrapped around his legs to keep him in place.

"Nice speedo!" "He's got a boner!" "Damn that's hot!" "More, more!" The crowd was spurred on by Shane's sudden exposure, seemingly uncaring about his yelps of protest.

Standing in place in the exposed pose, his entire body on show aside from the small area across his crotch, Shane felt mortified, yes the touches were keeping him rock hard. He felt a hand pinch at one nipple, then the same repeating on the other side, big boobs apparently following white girl's lead.

By now the audience had grown from just a handful of people to a veritable crowd, forming a wide semi-circle around them at least three people deep as nearby beachgoers moved to see the cause of the commotion. Each one who watched seemed to take an immediate liking to the near-naked teen as he stood helpless, more and more photos being taken by Adam who was barely containing his hysterics.

It wasn't clear who started the chant, but quickly Shane heard three terrifying words repeated over and over – "Get them off! Get them off!" Get them off!"

"NO. PLEASE!" Shane begged, but the sound was easily drowned out by the chanting and cheering.

"Who wants `em off?" Redhead shouted, moving out of the line to squat down in front of Shane.

The crowd cheered wildly.

As Shane struggled to get free, he managed to pull his arms from around the girls, but they were promptly snatched up, pulled behind his back and held in place as he heard Carl growl in his ear, "Fuck, this is so hot!" The words themselves were surprising enough, but as he felt Carl holding him, he felt a firmness press against his butt. It seemed his friend was every bit as hard as he was!

Redhead teased the crowd a little longer before eventually reaching for the speedo. She flinched slightly as Shane tried to kick free, but diminutive as he was, Brian was doing a remarkable job of holding his legs in place.

"Nooooo!" Shane yelped as he felt the speedo start to get pulled down. While a lot of the crowd apparently didn't have their phones with them, enough of them did that he was now facing a dozen devices recording him. Shooting a quick look down, he saw a hint of pubes start to appear as redhead took her time exposing him.

"GET THEM OFF! GET THEM OFF! GET THEM OFF! GET THEM OFF!" the chanting continued. It quickly faded out and was replaced with a mix of cheers, comments, laughs and gasps as the small swimwear finally dropped low enough to let Shane's erection pop out, swinging out to hang ahead of him.

"Oh, he's a big boy, isn't he!" white girl declared gleefully.

The speedos were quickly slid down his legs before being removed completely along with the shorts, leaving Shane standing fully naked before the braying crowd. His squirming continued, but now only served to make his boner flop about to the amusement of the horny spectators.

Once again, the chant began. Three words, but different this time. "Jerk him off! Jerk him OFF! JERK HIM OFF!" gradually growing louder.

That was when it all went dark for Shane. His speedo had been lifted up and placed over his face. Now all he could see was the stretchy fabric that had contained his humiliation moments before. "No. Please don't do this. Carl, pleeeease!" he begged, leaning back against the other teen.

"Mate, you're about to pop your cherry. You really gonna say no to that?" Carl growled in his ear.

"Please," Shane whimpered, not wanting to actually answer.

"You know you're being recorded," Carl whispered as the chanting went on around them. "Which means you're DEFINITELY ending up online. The way I see it, you can play along and remain anonymous hot guy on a beach in Spain," he started, then gave a low growl, pressed his erection firmly into Shane's back as he added, "And fuck me, you are a REALLY hot guy!"

Shane whimpered.

"Or you can keep fighting it and I give `em a name to tag the videos with. Your call, sexy!" Carl purred.

"Fuck!" Shane grunted, his cock throbbing. He knew Carl was right. Even if this stopped now, it would spread, so it was simply a matter of damage control... plus he could lose his virginity, in a way that could never be disputed like Eric's claims. "Fuck. Okay!" he growled as he stopped squirming.

"HE'S UP FOR IT!" Carl screamed excitedly as he let go of Shane's arms. "NOW WHO WANTS THE PLEASURE OF BEING HIS FIRST?"

Shane let out a moan. Did he really need to share that? It was met with immediate shouts of people volunteering.

"How about... everyone!" white girl suggested. She promptly reached down and grasped at the straining erection. "Form a queue, ladies! Get a picture while you wank off the hot boy!"

Shane shuddered at the grasp. Nobody had ever touched him like that before. In a way, this was even better. A handjob from a hot girl could be enough to make a guy in his friend group seem successful. Handjobs from an entire fucking crowd... he was about to become a legend! Tempted as he was to remove the speedo and watch what was happening, it saved him from the awkwardness of eye contact with the crowd, while also concealing his identity for the more embarrassing part of the inevitable videos.

White girl stroked his dick for a few seconds before letting go. Shane stood in place as he felt another hand grasp at him moments later. The crowd continued to cheer as hand after hand took its turn stroking him.

Shane continued to shudder with excitement at each touch, letting out pleasured moans with the stroking. As good as they felt, his apparent popularity was continuing to work against him as people, eager to take their turn, hurried on the strokers before they could stimulate him too close to orgasm.

The noise from the crowd was loud, but grew almost deafening suddenly. It took seconds for Shane to realise why as he felt lips on his prick, but not just one pair... two! In the space of fifteen minutes he had gone from never having been touched, to being wanked off by dozens of girls and now blown by two! Despite the blindfold still in place, Shane closed his eyes and imagined who it was. It had to be two of the original group. He couldn't see those bitches letting anyone else steal their thunder.

He pictured buns of steel and big boobs, kneeling on the ground, virtually making out together with his dick sandwiched in between. He felt the two mouths sliding up and down the length of his cock, masturbating it with their lips, caressing it with their tongues, teasing at the bulbous head as it throbbed.

"OH. MY. FUCKING... GODDDD!" Shane screamed out as his cock finally erupted, the two mouths continuing to milk it as he spurted shot after shot towards the manic crowd. It was intense enough to make his knees go weak, but as he felt himself stagger slightly he felt strong arms wrapped around him, a thick belly against the small of his back and the hard protrusion of an erection on his buttocks as Carl steadied him from behind.

Slowly coming down from the intense release, Shane panted desperately, returning to his post-orgasmic senses slowly. The crowd quickly died from a cheer, to a loud chatter, to a murmur and then nothing. Finally daring to pull the speedo from his face, he flinched at the sun then looked in surprise as he saw the crowd already mostly dispersed. Apparently, his orgasm had been all they needed to sate them and now mostly seemed to be on their way.

"What... the fuck... was that?" Shane asked as he felt Carl let go. He looked round at him, confused by the sudden disinterest.

Carl blinked a few times and shook his head, then quickly dropped down to the towel laying near his feet and grabbed a beer as he said, "What was what? You showing off to the whole fucking beach?"

Shane was utterly disoriented, but quickly pulled on the speedo, then picked up a towel to wrap around his waist in place of the shorts he couldn't find. As his friends appeared to be completely indifferent to what they had just seen, Shane glanced at the group of girls who had wandered back over towards their own beach camp. Emboldened by their undeniable interest, Shane offered a smile and said, "Maybe... I could see you again later!"

The girls all burst into laughter, looking him up and down.

"Yeah, I don't quite think we're your type, honey!" white girl sniggered.

"Run along, little boy!" big boobs said dismissively.

Shane retreated, blushing heavily, increasingly confused.

"I don't know what just happened," Shane said, bewildered.

"Well you finally lost your v-card," Carl smirked.

"Does it count?" Brian asked with a snigger.

"It counts!" Eric and Finn said in unison, getting immediate laughs from Adam, Brian and Carl as Shane just looked lost.

"Here," Adam said, holding out his phone to Shane who flinched at the sight of his own naked body, a speedo covering his face.

"No!" Shane gasped as he saw a man standing beside him, posing as he wanked him off.

"Wait, lemme fast forward to the good bit!" Adam said as he swiped along the bottom of the screen for a second, then stopped to show Shane again as he said, "Watch!"

Shane stared in absolute dismay at the sight of his own first blowjob... from Finn and Eric! "You... you two..." he stuttered.

"You definitely lost your virginity," Carl sniggered. "At least your gay virginity. Your straight one's still intact!"

"Yeah, and the whole world gets to see it happen!" Adam said, tapping on his phone. "Oh hey, it's already had some views! You're famous!"

"Nooo," Shane whined. He was the gay beach blowjob guy now. What girl would ever go near him? "Fuck you all!2 he said unhappily.

"Save that for the sequel!" Carl said, sending roars of laughter around the group.

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Tales from Kingswood (Book 1)– https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/tales-from-kingswood/

Half-Term at Kingswood (Book 1 bonus story) – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/half-term-at-kingswood/

The Kingswood Eight (Book 2) - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/the-kingswood-eight/

A Very Kingswood Easter (Book 2 bonus story) - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/a-very-kingswood-easter/

The Kingswood Effect (Book 3) - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/the-kingswood-effect/

The Benny Saga (in reading order)

Benny Takes Control – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/benny-takes-control/

The Dangers of Desire – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-dangers-of-desire/

Benny's House – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/bennys-house/

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Jack Hamilton – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jack-hamilton/

Phil's Naked Adventures – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/phils-naked-adventures/

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Becoming an Internet Master – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/becoming-an-internet-master

Brian's Big Mistake – http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/brians-big-mistake

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Missed Opportunity – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/missed-opportunity

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