The Kingswood Eight

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The Kingswood Eight - Chapter 35

Saturday 22 May 2021

The Year 8 football team had beaten their rivals and won the tournament. The whole school was celebrating, not just because of the victory over a King Edwards team, but also because the match had marked the official end of the football tournament. Most of the boys were down in the dining hall, eating a celebratory dinner ahead of the evening's usual SCIPS party, but up on the first floor, the residents of dorm 1.05 stood nervously outside their dorm while the staff was ransacking it.

"What are they looking for?" James asked, already having stated his fury at the way the investigating teachers were likely to mess up his personal storage system.

"Nothing," Nicky said quietly, then made sure everyone was looking his way as he whispered, "None of us know ANYTHING about what they're looking for, no matter what they ask!" His tone was as deadly serious as they had ever seen from him in the two years they had known each other.

The only member of the dorm who was absent was Mikey, who had been taken away by Mr Trent immediately after the football match had finished.

"Okay, all clear," Mr Fitzsimmons said as he stepped out into the hallway. "You're free to go in!"

The boys hurried through the door, mentally preparing themselves for the chaos and disarray. As they got inside, they were surprised to see the room spotless. If anything, it was actually tidier than before it had all started.

"Oh, I thought..." Chris started, frowning at the other teachers who were filing out.

"This isn't some cheesy American cop drama. We don't just throw your stuff everywhere," Mr Beecham explained, ruffing Chris' hair playfully. "We were just searching, not trying to traumatise you!"

"Yeah, we do enough of that to ourselves," Danny said quietly with a wry grin.

Chris frowned at the teacher, straightening out his hair. "Sir... what were you searching for? Nobody's telling us anything and it's really pi..." he caught himself, just short of using inappropriate language, smirking a little as he corrected himself to, "Pi... culiar... that we don't know what's happening!"

"Nice save," Mr Beecham smirked at Chris' narrow avoidance of swearing. He ruffed Chris' hair again, mostly just to annoy him. He looked over to his two colleagues with a questioning look and just got a shrug back. "Okay lads, I suppose we'd have to question you eventually, so take a seat."

"Question us about what?" James demanded.

"If ya shut up and sit down, you'll probably find out," Josh said bluntly. It got some chuckles form the others as they all headed to the far end of the dorm and took a seat.

"So, it appears an allegation has been made," Mr Beecham started. "Against Mikey."

"What kind of allegation?" James asked.

"Oh god, shut up!" Josh snapped, "You actually find out this shit slower by interrupting all the time!"

"Josh, language!" Mr Fitzsimmons snapped.

"Sorry sir," Josh pouted, though he could see from all three teachers' expressions that they had actually appreciated the sentiment of the comment.

"Uh huh," Mr Beecham hummed, looking at Josh and James then back to the whole group. "Someone has reported that Mikey was in possession of... illegal recordings and may have, in fact, been selling them!"

The boys looked collectively surprised, though most were surprised that someone had reported it, while Josh seemed to be the only one surprised to find out what had `allegedly' been happening.

"First question. Is this something any of you know about?" Mr Beecham asked bluntly.

"Sir," James quickly called out, getting a panicked look from some of the others. James was known for three very particular traits – his excessive love of study, his determination to follow the rules and his penchant for stirring up arguments. The latter two, in this situation, was somewhat alarming to the rest of the group whose automatic instinct was to protect their friend. James paused a moment, sensing the reactions of the others before he eventually went on, "I think it's safe to say that if ANY of us knew about something so... terribly unacceptable, we would have reported it right away!"

There was a collective sigh of relief from the others, which drew suspicious looks from the teachers, who eyed the rest of the boys.

"Does that... go for all of you?" Mr Fitzsimmons asked.

"Yes sir!" "Of course, sir!" "Definitely!" "You know we don't misbehave!" the boys chorused, just a little too emphatically.

There was a moment of silence, the teachers collectively deliberating what to ask and whether to believe the unanimous response. Ultimately, it was James who broke the silence by asking, "If you're asking us this, I'm assuming that means you didn't find anything in your horribly invasive and insensitive search of our personal belongings?"

The question received a collective smirk from the group, quickly replaced by nervousness over how the adults would react.

"No. No we did not," Mr Beecham answered honestly. "And we're sorry we had to do that, but these allegations, if they prove true, are not just a school disciplinary matter, they would be a matter for the police!"

"Which is why if you DO know anything," Mr Fitzsimmons said, still looking suspicious, "It would be better to tell us now!" He was met with stony silence. The man sighed and said, "Okay then. Well, you should probably all get to dinner before you miss it completely!"

"Where's Mikey?" Chris demanded.

"Right here," Mikey called out, walking in with Mr Trent right behind him.

"Anything?" Mr Trent asked the other teachers.

"Nope," Mr Beecham said, shaking his head. "Nothing in the dorm and the boys don't know anything!"

Mr Trent breathed a sigh of relief. "Good," he said, smiling weakly.

"Good?" Danny asked, curiously.

The teacher nodded at Danny. "Yeah, unbelievably, we don't actually WANT you guys to get in trouble. And I had a tough time believing any of you could ever do something SO stupid!"

The tone of Mr Trent's final few words paired with his expression made it clear he actually did believe they could be that stupid and that they were inordinately lucky they had not been caught.

"Now, dinner time, then enjoy the party," Mr Trent said, looking round the group. "Sorry if this has soured your evening a little, but well done for the win, we're all very proud!"

"Thanks sir," Josh said happily.

A few moments later, the teachers had left, leaving the boys alone in slightly stunned silence as the door closed.

"What the fuck just happened?" Danny asked, shaking his head.

"How did they not find anything?" Chris added.

"Who turned you in?" Rob asked curiously.

"Is that it? Is it over?" David asked, looking a little shaken.

Mikey grinned at Nicky. "How did you do it? You knew didn't you and you did something. How did you manage to hide everything?" He looked to David. "Or was it you?"

"It was Gregory that turned you in!" Josh called out before anyone else could say anything. "He was pissed over the whole... ya know... punching him in the face thing and he said if we didn't throw the match, he'd turn you in but I kinda think he woulda turned you in anyway, just cos he's that much of a cunt!"

"And you didn't tell me?" Mikey scowled angrily.

"No, I didn't!" Josh said back bluntly. "You either woulda been too distracted to play, or you would have gone and kicked the shit out of him again and we would've got disqualified again and you probably woulda got expelled, so NO I didn't tell you!"

"He told me instead!" Nicky quickly jumped in, seeing Mikey beginning to get annoyed at Josh. "Sort of. I kinda found out when he got a message telling him what that douchebag was planning."

"So, it WAS you. How did you do it? I mean, they searched the school network, including where we'd hidden the files and they didn't find anything! And I know I had some stuff hidden in here too!" Mikey said, looking curiously at Nicky.

All eyes fell to Nicky now. He turned to walk away, shaking his head, feeling vindicated in his actions but frustrated to have been right at the same time. He turned back to the others and explained, "I told you it was a bad idea as soon as I found out! That's why I had David make some changes to your system!"

"What... kind of changes?" Mikey asked, frowning at the apparent anger.

"A failsafe," Nicky explained. "Something where he could pretty much destroy every file and every trace of them with one click if that was what we needed!"

"Ohhh!" Josh said, nodding. "Parachute! I get it!" he added, now understanding the cryptic message Nicky had made him pass to David – a keyword to trigger it.

"Yeah," Nicky nodded, not bothering to explain it to the others. "So, while David was doing that, I was destroying all your shit from in here before they could come in and find it!"

"Wait," Mikey said, taking a step closer to Nicky, his brow heavily furrowed. "You... you said... destroy. But you just meant... hide, right?"

For once, Nicky's anger was strong enough to override his fear of confrontation and he stepped closer to Mikey. "No, I said destroy and I meant destroy. It's gone. All of it!" he snapped.

"You... you... WHAT?!" Mikey yelled, his fists clenching. "I... I've been working on that for a year! A year of my... my time... and effort and you just... destroyed it!" He turned to glare at David and snarled, "And you helped him do it?"

"Fuck's sake Mikey, get some fucking perspective!" Nicky yelled, the others cowering away from the heated exchange. Even Chris wasn't prepared to get caught between his two boyfriends. Nobody had seen Nicky like this before... even Nicky himself. "If they had found even ONE bit of evidence, you wouldn't just be expelled, you'd be FUCKING arrested!" Nicky took a step back, shaken by his own aggression, panting slightly. He looked down at his fists to find they were clenched tightly.

Mikey stepped away, shaking his head as he stared at the ground. "He... he was right," he muttered to himself. "He was right..." He looked up at Nicky. "You... you're a control freak. You... you can't even let me have my own things...it's all... it's... it's always what YOU want!"

Nicky, already disturbed by his own reaction now looked positively winded by Mikey's angry retort, especially as he looked to Chris, who accused him of similar things when they had argued a few weeks before.

"Woah, Mikey, you're SO not being fair!" Danny said, standing up. "Nicky saved your arse tonight, David too, the least you could do is stop being a dick and show a bit of gratitude for the fact you're not in a fucking police car right now!"

Mikey smiled at Danny, but it was not a kind smile. It was twisted and... dark. "He was right about you too. All you do is... is try to make me act the way YOU want me to. That's all you've ever done. You... you bully me into it. You nag and you complain and if that doesn't work you... you hurt me. You're just... a bully!"

"Hey, I get that you're angry, but..." Chris started before Mikey's furious gaze turned to him.

"Oh, shut the fuck up, Chris. You're fine with what I say to Nicky... your ACTUAL boyfriend, but anyone even looks at your precious little Danny and you're jumping in. You care about him more than you've ever cared about me or Nicky. "

"I think maybe we need to take a break and cool off!" Rob interjected.

Mikey started on Rob next. "What do you even..."

"Mikey!" Rob interrupted sharply, moving closer to him. He was only slightly taller, but much broader and he made sure he held himself in a way that showed it as he loomed closer to the angry teen. He continued, through gritted teeth, "These guys may be willing to let you have your little tantrum with them, that's their business, but you try coming for me and I swear, I will pound you into the fucking ground. Now I said... we need to take... a break! Understood?"

"I..." Mikey started, stepping slightly to the side, but Rob moved with him, continuing to glare. "Fine, whatever!" Mikey snapped then turned and walked away, slamming the door behind him.

"Rob, thanks..." Danny started, but he too was cut off by a stern stare.

"Don't!" Rob snapped. "I told you I didn't want drama this weekend, but I guess that's out the window, but I swear, you lot are NOT dragging us into it as well. Come on guys," he said, looking to Josh, David and James who quickly followed him out the dorm. He looked back to the other three and said, "Sort your shit out!"

After several moments of awkward silence, Chris shook his head and said, "Well... that went well!"

"Don't," Nicky said, scowling.

"Controlling what I say now, are you?" Chris asked, his frustration aiming at Nicky as the easiest target.

"Stop it!" Danny snapped, silencing the others who looked at him curiously. He thought for a few moments. "Who's he been talking to?" he asked thoughtfully. As Chris and Nicky both looked a little lost, Danny elaborated. "Mikey... he kept saying `he was right'... he who? I know Mikey's...a bit touchy sometimes, but this really... isn't him!"

The others just looked at each other blankly.

Sunday 23 May 2021

Saturday night's party had been an even bigger success than usual, with the football players letting off steam with their matches out of the way and the rugby players psyching themselves up for their matches the following day.

For the boys of dorm 1.05, it had somehow managed to remain a mostly pleasant evening. Chris and Nicky had managed to at least remain amicable, though there was an obvious distance between them. The lingering awkwardness remained largely unnoticed as they spent much of the evening in `couples corner' as it had been dubbed, along with Danny/Brian, Joseph/Ian and Q-Ball/Clover as well as Brian's other two roommates and their respective partners.

Rob had done his best to keep Josh, James and David away from the other half of the dorm, mostly spending time with the rest of the Year 8 rugby team, with David spouting more stats and statistics about the forthcoming matches. Mikey had been spotted a few times, but mostly seemed to be keeping to himself and staying out of the way.

Returning to the dorm after the party had been a mostly silent affair, each of the boys keeping quiet and just getting to bed with minimal interaction or eye contact with the rest of the dorm, which continued over to Sunday morning as they headed off to breakfast in small groups.

The day's rugby finals had gotten underway with Year 11 Kingswood vs Fothergill, the home team taking the win in a close and well-played match. The second match of the day was Year 8 Crestwood vs King Edwards, meaning Ian, Q-Ball and Clover were playing. Despite doing their best and getting the loudest cheers ever from Danny and the rest of the Kingswood Year 8s, the King Edwards team proved unstoppable and claimed a very clear victory.

The third match of the morning pitted the Year 9 Kingswood team against Crestwood and in what felt like a little consolation for the Year 8 loss against King Edwards, the Fothergill team claimed victory.

As the final match of the morning concluded, Rob ran off to meet with the other rugby captains. While Rob and Isaac's teams hadn't made it into the finals, the other four had and with two of the matches out of the way, the captains had arranged a quick huddle to talk strategy.

"Ah, sorry mate, good match though," Rob said to Elijah as he joined the group, giving the Year 9 boy a consolatory hug for his team's loss. "But nicely played, you guys!" he added, giving Kai a celebratory hug, which looked identical to a consolatory hug.

"Just us guys to go," Travis, the Year 13 captain said, offering a fist bump to Year 12 captain Liam.

"Hey, he's got it easy!" Rob said, nodding to Liam. "They're only facing Moderna Academy. It's you guys that've got King Edwards!"

"And THAT is exactly the attitude that contributed to you getting knocked out of round two!" Travis said, slightly more harshly than he intended, as emphasised by the "Ooof!" he heard from a couple of the others. "Sorry," he said gently to the youngest captain. "I just meant... you can't count out the other schools. Just cos us and King Eddies got the most teams through, that doesn't mean the others aren't good. If anything, beating them to the final probably means they're even better!"

"Wow, no pressure!" Liam huffed.

"Sorry mate," Travis chuckled. "But you guys have got this. Your team's on top fucking form!" he nodded confidently.

"Let's just hope no more of them try to resort to blackmail!" Rob muttered.

"What?" "Who?" "Blackmail?" the others asked back at once.

Rob sighed and shook his head. In amongst all the Mikey/Nicky/Chris/Danny drama, most of the dorm seemed to have overlooked the underhanded tactics of the Year 8 football captain, but having heard more from Josh the previous night, about the things Gregory had said as well as what he had tried to do, Rob had felt himself getting increasingly angry about it.

"Rob, who tried blackmailing?" Travis asked firmly.

Rob sighed again and then explained everything that had happened. As much as he hated repeating the things that had been said to Josh, it was actually quite heartening to see just how much the older boys were incensed by it all.

"You reported him, right?" Liam asked.

Rob shook his head. "We can't prove any of it and it'd just look like we're trying to get revenge now. There's no point. It didn't work anyway!"

"Yeah, but he was still a cunt to Josh," Elijah scowled. "And I'm no big fan of Mikey," he added, thinking back to when the boy had leveraged a blow job out of him the previous week, "But even he didn't deserve that! Trav, we gotta do something!"

Travis nodded, taking it all in thoughtfully. There was a brief silence as the other captains looked to him before he nodded and said, "You know what... leave it with me. I've got this!"

"You really shouldn't be in here," Blane said, shaking his head as Chris cuddled up against him. They were sat on the sofa in Blane's room in the Staff Building, where Chris had turned up unexpectedly a few minutes earlier.

"I shouldn't do a lot of things, but I still do them," Chris chuckled, though the accompanying smile quickly faded as he nuzzled his cheek against his big brother's chest.

Blane smiled as he looked down at the boy. While their recent venture into more intimate' activities had brought about a whole new aspect to their brotherhood, it had also resulted in the two just growing closer in general. Chris had gone from almost resenting Blane being at the school (in his' space, as he put it) to almost relying on the support and affection of his elder sibling. "I thought things were all sorted between you all now!" he said curiously.

"They were... well, sort of. I mean, we weren't arguing or anything," Chris explained. "But then last night... something... went down..."

"You mean busting Mikey's secret porn ring!" Blane exclaimed bluntly.

Chris pulled back, pursed his lips thoughtfully for a moment then nodded. "You... erm... you heard about that then?"

"Yeah," Blane nodded. "Please tell me you didn't know about it!"

Chris' gaze wandered away as he remained silent.

"Ugh, Chris. Then at least tell me you didn't... take part!" Blane pleaded.

Chris continued to avoid eye contact, his lips pursing again.

"You little fucking idiot," Blane huffed.

"What? It was hot!" Chris argued. "Knowing I was... being seen like that!" He blushed. His and Blane's relationship may have started taking a turn into the world of sex, but that didn't mean it wasn't still a little embarrassing to admit such things to his own brother.

"There are ways to get off that AREN'T massively illegal, you know!" Blane admonished the boy.

Chris rested his hand on Blane's crotch and asked playfully, "Is THIS illegal?"

"Yes! Very!" Blane said bluntly.

"So, are you saying..." Chris started, grasping onto Blane's dick a little, "That I shouldn't..." he squeezed a little more, "Keep doing this?"

"M... maybe..." Blane stuttered.

"See!" Chris said, sitting up. "You're as bad as me. You totally think with this!" he said, poking his brother's lengthening dick.

"Then I should probably set a good example and stop this before it starts!" Blane said abruptly.

"Nooo," Chris whined.

"Then let's play a game," Blane said, eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Is that game called `have lots of sex', cos if it is, I'm in!" Chris said, sitting up and bouncing eagerly in his seat.

"No, it's called `confession' and the rules are really simple. You stand in front of me, and you confess something. The more entertaining I find it, the more I let you do!" Blane explained. "Get started," he added, gesturing to the spot right in front of him.

"That doesn't sound very fun," Chris pouted.

"You'll end up naked, embarrassed and probably cumming!" Blane sniggered.

"Or maybe it does!" Chris said, eyes widening gleefully as he jumped to his feet. "So... what do I confess?" he asked awkwardly.

"That's up to you," Blane shrugged. "But if it's something really dull or boring, don't expect much of a reward. If it's something juicy... well, you'll soon catch on!"

Chris frowned, thinking carefully. "Erm... I guess... I kinda get turned on by being told what to do!"

Blane chuckled. "Nice, but not much of a confession if it's something I already know! Try again!"

Chris grinned as he thought of a good one. "I've done No Nut November!"

"Oh!" Blane grinned.

"Twice!" Chris added happily, though the smile faded a little as he thought how the last one had ended.

Blane nodded thoughtfully as he looked the boy up and down. "That's hot," he said with a wry grin. "For that, you can take off your t-shirt and your shorts!"

"Wait, so I confess, and I'm the one that has to undress?" Chris asked, frowning.

"Chrissy," Blane said, sitting forward to take hold of either side of the boy's shorts. "Do you think you'll have more fun with your clothes on... or off?"

"Good point," Chris admitted, quickly yanking off his t-shirt. As he looked at Blane, the young man slowly worked the shorts down, teasingly slowly. As the waistband finally slid clear of Chris' boxer-clad erection, it sprung up, pointing Blane in the face.

"Well let's hear your next one then," Blane said, pushing the shorts down before letting his hands slide back up Chris' legs, feeling the slight fuzz starting to develop around his shins give way to the smoothness of his thighs.

Chris shuddered at the touch and blurted out, "We wanked on the front steps!"

Blane laughed aloud, shaking his head. "Yeah, I'm gonna need more detail on that one!" he said as he took hold of the waistband of Chris' underwear.

"Well, it was me, Danny, Nicky and Mikey," Chris started, gulping a little as he felt the underwear pulled down slightly on one side. "We snuck out of the dorm one night. Me and Danny were naked, Mikey was just in his undies!" The other side slid down a little. "We snuck out onto the front steps of the Home Building." Both sides slid down, revealing the small patch of hair at the base of his cock. "And we all sat down together, jerking off." Down further, revealing a few centimetres of shaft. "Mikey and Danny wanked each other off, me and Nicky did each other!" The underwear finally slipped down far enough to let his boner spring free, dropping down to his ankles. "It was so fun!" he said, staring Blane in the eye.

Blane smiled, but as he looked down at Chris' erection, intending to give it a playful stroke as a reward for the confession, he heard sniffing. He looked back up and saw Chris had burst into tears.

"I hate how fucked up everything's got!" Chris whimpered.

"Ah, Chrissy, c'mere!" Blane said softly. He reached out and grabbed the boy, pulling him onto his lap as he wrapped his arms around him. Chris sat holding on tightly as he cried for a minute. "It'll all be okay," he reassured the boy softly, a hand stroking up and down his bare back.

"I know, I just... hate it," Chris sighed. "And just so you know," he said, venturing a weak smile, "Just cos I started crying doesn't mean you get out of making me cum!"

Blane laughed at the boy, pulling him into another hug.

The first rugby match of the afternoon was well underway, with Fothergill facing off against King Edwards. Jazz was understandably engrossed, with his elder classmates playing, with Rob and Josh equally engaged, being bigger fans of the sport than most of the dorm.

Danny shook his head as he stared over at Joseph and Ian, who were kissing yet again, and asked quietly, "How have they not passed out from lack of oxygen yet?"

Q-Ball smirked and said, "Probably the same way you haven't drowned on cum yet!"

Brian snorted with laughter, slapping the other boy on the back playfully as he shook his head.

"Oh my god, I can see why you like this kid," Brian said to Clover, still sniggering at the comment.

"I can't!" Danny pouted, just making Brian laugh even more.

"He does kinda have a point though," Clover said, shaking his head as he looked over at his lip-locked friend. "You think we should check they're not, like, stuck or something?"

"I don't know if they're stuck, but I reckon getting them apart would likely require a crowbar or something," Brian said with a grin.

"I seem to remember you two being that bad when you first got together!" Chris teased from the row behind.

"They're still that bad usually," James added. "When he doesn't have new toys to play with, anyway!"

As Clover frowned at the comment, Q-Ball smiled and said, "Us! We're the new toys!" Getting an understanding nod from his boyfriend, he looked back to James and said, "We're not really new anymore. More like an old favourite!"

"Who said you're my favourite?" Danny asked back with a mocking eyebrow waggle.

"This place is fun," Clover said happily. "Almost makes me wish I'd applied for the opening next year!"

"Oh!" Danny exclaimed suddenly. "I forgot about that. You mentioned that yesterday but then..." he paused, blushing. They had all been mid-sex when it was mentioned, so he just finished, "...something came up and I forgot!" He blushed anyway, his deception painfully transparent. "What opening?" he asked to distract himself from his embarrassment.

"Danny loves any opening!" Brian snorted.

"Ha. Nice!" Q-Ball guffawed, giving Brian a high-five.

"The open slot in next year's Year 9 group, cos of the guy who's leaving!" Clover explained.

James and Chris suddenly shot each other a wide-eyed stare. It had been a month since James had made the decision to accept the chance to skip ahead a couple of Years, but so far Chris remained the only other boy who knew about it. Chris immediately shook his head, silently conveying he hadn't mentioned it to anyone, not even to Danny!

"Wait, who's leaving?" David asked, voicing the question most of the others were thinking.

James and Chris both continued to look nervous, until Kyle looked back from the row in front and said, "It's Timmy Robinson, from one-oh-six! Apparently his family's moving to Switzerland, and he's got into a good school over there!"

Chris and James both slumped, relieved that the secret wasn't out as they had suspected.

"I heard his family's on the run from the KGB!" Kyle said with a grin.

"If they're going on the run, they'd hardly announce where they were going," Adrian said, shaking his head. "AND announce it in advance!"

"Ah!" Kyle said, nodding knowingly. "They would if they were secretly going to Mexico!"

"They..." Adrian started, but paused, thinking for a moment before he scowled and shook his head. "Dammit. I hate when he has a point!"

The boys behind them laughed, even more-so as Danny added, "It's okay, it doesn't happen often!" Kyle scowled at him, and he blew a kiss at the other boy in return before saying thoughtfully, "Wow so... new boy in Year 9! Exciting! Who's it gonna be?" He looked to Q-Ball and Clover.

"Nuh-uh," Clover said, shaking his head. "No way little Q-B's gonna be leaving me. He's hooked on me!" he teased.

"Did you just nickname his nickname?" Danny asked, shaking his head.

As the others descended into talk about nicknames and speculating who might get the vacancy, Chris leaned towards James and whispered, "That was too close!" Getting a nod in return, he added, "I hadn't even thought about someone taking your place! We're gonna get a new guy in the dorm. That's SO freaking weird!"

"Shh!" James hissed, worried someone might overhear.

"You've gotta tell `em soon!" Chris insisted.

"I will!" James said, frowning heavily. "Just... when the time's right!"

"Sure, cos a literal conversation about people leaving couldn't possibly the right time to talk about leaving!" Chris said sarcastically. It just earned him a furious glare from James.

Levi, known better as Mr Trent to the boys of Kingswood, relaxed back in his seat waiting for Nicky to get comfortable. It had been a week now since he had confronted the boy about his illicit use of the private bathroom in his apartment. The conversation had led to the discovery of some apparent emotional issues that really needed to be addressed.

At Nicky's request, the matter had not been referred to Dr Arkwright, the school's physician. Instead, they had agreed they should just talk a bit about some of the things driving Nicky's behaviours and neuroses. So far, they had met three times and progress had been... moderate. Nicky was willing to talk but remained an expert at skirting around the genuine issues that, even as an amateur, Levi could see right beneath the surface.

"I'm surprised you wanted to meet today," Levi said once they were both settled. "Thought you'd want to be over in the stands."

Nicky shrugged. "Not really feeling the team spirit today," he said casually. "Besides, I figured nobody else'd be around and you wouldn't be too busy to fit me in."

Levi smiled sincerely. "Nicky, I'm never too busy to fit you in. I've promised we can talk as much as you need to and I meant it, okay?" He got a nod from the boy. He thought for a moment and picked up on one of Nicky's comments as he questioned, "Why are you not feeling the spirit today?"

Nicky frowned for a moment as he thought, `Well, both my boyfriends think I'm a control freak and something I did that was meant to be helpful ended up making a shitty situation even shittier!' He obviously didn't voice it though. Instead, he offered a shrug and said, "Not something I really wanna talk about!"

"Then what WOULD you like to talk about?" Levi asked, cocking his head curiously.

Nicky just stared blankly, not really wanting to bring anything up. These conversations were a way of avoiding a punishment for his actions, but that didn't mean he had to put too much effort into them.

"Nothing?" Levi asked softly. When the boy shrugged at him again, he took a breath and nodded as he said, "Then perhaps I can suggest something!"

Another shrug.

"It's something we've... gotten close to a few times already, but you always seem to... resist going any further," Levi said, worried this may be a push too far.

Ugh, here we go,' Nicky thought. Why are you so scared to shower with everyone else? Just say it!' he shook his head as he prepared himself to hear what he thought was coming.

"I wanted to talk about your brother!" Levi said, his tone calm but the intention very direct.

Nicky visibly tensed as he mumbled, "M... Matthew?"

Levi smiled. "I'm guessing that's his name?" he enquired cautiously.

"It WAS," Nicky said, sharply correcting the tense. "What d'ya wanna know? Let me guess. How he died. How I feel. What I did when he died. How much it fucked me up!" he ranted angrily.

Levi shook his head gently. "If that's what you want to tell me, you can," he said calmly. "But I thought maybe you could just tell me about him. What he was like as a person. Tell me about his life, not his passing. That sort of thing."

"Oh!" Nicky said, a little taken aback. He wanted to spit more angry words at the man, but the anger drained from him at the thought of his deceased twin, replaced by the same all-consuming sadness that always came with the memories. "He was..." Nicky started, unsure he was ready. He sighed, shaking his head.

Levi remained silent, letting the boy take the time he needed.

Nicky took another deep breath and said, "He was really funny. Like, when he was around, we were always laughing." He stopped again as he thought about the boy he had known before going on, "And he was kind too, he always put everyone else first... especially me."

"He sounds great," Levi said softly, smiling as he nodded gently.

"He was," Nicky nodded. He finally managed a slight, lop-sided smile. "I mean, he was annoying as fuck half the time too," he said, frowning a little. They had established early in their conversations that restrictions on swearing got left at the door, along with the formality of calling Levi `Mr Trent'. "Again... especially to me. He loved winding me up or pranking me or just teasing me, but it all worked out cos I gave him just as much as he dished out."

"Sounds like you were a right handful together," Levi chuckled.

"Ugh, we were. We used to drive mum and dad crazy. We used to love using the whole identical thing to confuse people. Mum was the only one who could ALWAYS tell us apart, no matter what we tried to pull! We could leave the room switch clothes, make ourselves look EXACTLY like each other and she could still just KNOW from a single glance," Nicky remembered, smiling a little.

"So, you were identical twins. I... hadn't realised that," Levi said. "That sounds like it was a lot of fun!"

"I guess," Nicky said, the smile dropping away. They sat in silence for a moment as Nicky stared down at his fidgeting hands. "We did everything together," he said sadly. "Even when I..." he paused, huffing to himself a little.

Levi waited until Nicky looked up at him and just offered a supportive nod to encourage him on.

Nicky sighed once more as he said, "Even when I started... changing... like... erm... well... umm..."

"Puberty?" Levi offered, knowing that even the word could be embarrassing for anyone, especially youngsters going through it.

"Mmm-huh," Nicky hummed. "I started it... stupidly early, which was really scary and confusing but... it all got a bit LESS scary and confusing because... he was going through it with me!"

"So, you got to go through it together," Levi said quietly with another nod, "That sounds like it'll take the strong off it a bit!"

"Yeah," Nicky agreed. "I mean, it was no fucking picnic starting to change so young. Some of the other kids..." he paused and frowned as he shook his head, "No, ALL of the other kids were just... total arseholes about it all and it was really hard, but... we got through it together."

"So, the other kids were mean to you both?" Levi asked sympathetically.

Nicky nodded. "Yeah, but they soon stopped when I..." he held back from saying more, flinching a little.

"Yes?" Levi prompted.

Nicky sighed. He was here to avoid punishment, which was why they were talking. He had not planned, or expected, to actually achieve anything, but something clicked in his head as he thought back. It wasn't something he was about to share with the teacher, at least not explicitly, but he continued, "I hurt people. Anyone who was mean to me or to Matt... I hurt them... a lot!" He sighed as his mind drifted to Mikey.

"So, you were the protector?" Levi asked.

"We protected each other," Nicky said, shaking his head. "But he used words while I... didn't."

"It sounds like you were very close," Levi said quietly. It was just supposed to be a gentle affirmation, little more than a verbal nod, but he saw Nicky tense up and turn pale. He had only seen this reaction in Nicky once before and, much like then, his reflexes were cat-like.

The bin was in Nicky's grasp just in time for him to throw up. As he spluttered and coughed, he accepted a tissue from the man to wipe his mouth and groaned, "Not again. I'm sorry!"

"It's okay. It's not your fault," Levi said as he moved across to sit beside Nicky on the sofa. He tended to keep his distance while they had their conversations, but sometimes a little contact could be helpful. It seemed needed in the moment, so he placed a hand on the boy's back. "Kinda seems like we may have... struck a nerve," he ventured cautiously. "It's okay if you want to leave that there for now and maybe come back to it another time," he paused as Nicky looked at him. "Maybe on an empty stomach!" he joked gently.

Nicky actually giggled, shaking his head before groaning as he looked down at the lunch, he had eaten a couple of hours before. "Sir," he said cautiously, then shook his head and said, "Sorry, Levi, first slip today," he said, smiling at the habit he was still working to break. "If I... tell you something... big... does it stay between us?"

"It's like we said during our first chat. If you tell me something that makes me think you're at risk of harm or you're a risk to someone else, I have to take appropriate action, but if it's just... big or... scary... or emotional, it can definitely stay with us!" Levi explained.

Nicky took a deep breath in, though it was a little shaky on the way out. "I loved him!" Nicky said, barely louder than a whisper.

"That's understandable," Levi said with a nod, still stroking the boy's back comfortingly.

"No," Nicky said, shaking his head, a little tearful. He had never admitted this to anyone before, never put it into words, never even dared to consider letting anyone know. "I don't mean I just loved him..." he took another deep breath, shaking his head again. "I mean... I was IN love with him!" He stared at the teacher, frozen for a moment as he felt the enormity of saying one of his biggest secrets aloud.

Levi nodded gently. Of all the things he had expected to hear today, that was most certainly not one of them. "That's... definitely big," Levi said, trying to conceal his shock.

"Oh god," Nicky gasped, grabbing the bin again. His stomach churned and he doubled over, throwing up the rest of lunch.

Levi rubbed Nicky's back gently for a few moments, continuing to comfort him until he finally looked round again. He gave a supportive smile and said quietly, "Thank you for... for trusting me with that Nicky. I can't begin to imagine how that felt... although the vomiting gives me a pretty good idea," he said, still rubbing gently. "I think maybe we should give you some time to really think it all over and pick this up again soon!"

"Yeah, I'd say that's for the best," Nicky agreed, wiping his mouth again. "But... thank you for listening," he said with a timid smile.

"It's what I'm here for buddy," Levi smiled back.

"I feel bad for skipping out on Liam's match," Rob pouted, then wiggled his finger and heard Jazz let out a pleasured whimper. "But this is totally worth it!" He wiggled a finger on his other hand and got a similar moan from Luke. Kneeling between the two boys, Rob had a finger inside each of them.

For Jazz, this was pretty much an everyday occurrence – not so much being fingered by Rob specifically but having something up his butt. The Fothergill Academy's policy of keeping their students in chastity until the legal age of consent was good in theory for preventing `illegal' behaviour, but all it really did was drive their students to other forms of exploration. Anal stimulation was almost as common as being on the rugby or football teams at the school.

For Luke, this was a colossal leap forward in his sexual explorations. He and Rob had discussed anal sex, and both decided they were not ready for it, possibly even not interested at all, but the weekend had certainly been full of unexpected developments.

Luke had already been quite amused by just how taken Rob was with the Fothergill boy, seeing the two bonding over their regular text messages since their first meeting. Since Jazz returned to the school though, Luke had been keen to meet him, curious to see the two together in person. What he had not expected was to be utterly charmed by the boy, becoming as smitten with him as Rob had been himself.

When the three of them first got together on Friday night, something had just clicked. It certainly wasn't love at first sight. Luke knew that because what he felt for the visiting boy was far from the same thing he felt for Rob. Rob had said the same thing too. There was an attraction to Jazz, but while it certainly involved an aspect sexual attraction and intense friendship, it lacked the romance, it lacked the emotional attachment the couple shared, at least for now.

They hadn't thought about it for long, unbothered by how to label it, or even what others may think of it, they just knew that they both liked Jazz in a very similar way and were determined to make the most of every moment of his visit. Since then, the three had been completely inseparable.

When they decided to sneak off for one final play before Jazz left at the conclusion of the rugby finals, Luke had expressed a strong interest in experiencing things the way Jazz did. Rob had been reluctant at first, though when Luke made it clear Rob's butt would remain untouched, he had found himself swayed.

Jazz had already taught Rob so much about anal stimulation and he was keen to put it to use on his boyfriend. It had taken a little while to get a finger inside him, thanks to nervousness tightening his hole, but eventually Luke had relaxed into it and now lay writhing in just as much pleasure as the Fothergill boy beside him.

"I think... skipping a rugby match... fuck... to finger two guys... ugh..." Luke grunted dreamily, "Is pretty much standard... practice round here! Oh my godddddd!"

"So good, isn't it!" Jazz said happily, letting his head loll to the side to look at Luke.

Luke returned the gesture and the two leaned closer, kissing sensuously as Rob stared in happy delight. Tensing a finger against both prostates at the same time, he heard muffled moans from within the embrace. The only drawback to fingering the two beautiful boys was that it left no hands free to play with his own dick. He had already cum more times that weekend than he could keep track of, yet his erection remained persistently demanding of more attention.

"Who wants another finger?" Rob asked playfully, grinning as the embrace suddenly broke.

"Oooh, me!" Jazz declared, playfully throwing his hand in the air. "Actually, make it two more!" he requested. As Rob looked at him curiously, he giggled and said, "It's like they say, go big or go home... but I'm doing both today!" His smile suddenly dropped a little. "Aww, I made myself sad," he pouted. "I don't wanna go home today!"

"Shh," Luke hushed him. "Don't think about it then. Just... enjoy it while you're still here!" Before he kissed the boy again he looked to Rob and said, "You heard him, two more... I'm fine with just the one though!"

Rob chuckled at the instruction, shaking his head as Luke closed his eyes and began making out with Jazz once again. He pulled his finger out from Jazz and applied lube to the three middle fingers of his left hand, adding a little more to the index finger of his right before probing back into the kissing teens.

He saw Jazz's whole body shudder as the three fingers pushed inside, while Luke just let out a happy moan, seemingly content with the one he could manage so far. The fingering continued for a while, the two subjects alternating between kissing and letting their hands roam Rob's body, teasing his sensitive nipples just to get him extra horny.

Rob had accepted that his fingering was unlikely to make either of the other two cum. In Jazz's case it was because he had managed to cum from anal stimulation that morning and it was rare he could manage it multiple times in a day. For Luke, it was more that he was simply not to that level with it yet, especially with Rob's still-developing skills.

"Can I see if I can make you both cum at the same time?" Jazz asked when his butt finally reached the point of discomfort from the probing digits.

"Well, if you must..." Luke said smirking as he rolled his eyes. "Where d'you want us?"

"Just... kneel up here for now," Jazz said as he knelt between them.

Rob and Luke both knelt up to meet him, the three of them in a triangular formation. Jazz reached out and took hold of both of their dicks, each of them rock hard and slightly wet from pre-cum. Remembering what Rob had taught him about handling circumcised cocks, he let go and retrieved a glob of lubricant before taking hold again. "Can we... try kissing," he requested shyly. "I mean... all three of us!"

"Sure," Rob chuckled. They all leaned in, their faces mashing together a little awkwardly as three sets of lips struggled to meet.

Pulling back and giggling after a few moments, Luke said, "That's silly... but fun!"

"Yeah," Jazz agreed. "Let's do more!" he added excitedly.

As Rob nodded his agreement, they leaned in again, settling into it a bit more this time. As Jazz stroked away at both of the erections before him, Rob and Luke each let a hand gentle caress the boy, while touching each other with their second. It didn't take long before pleasured moans muffled their way out from the three-way kiss.

"I'm getting close," Luke gasped.

"You?" Jazz asked Rob.

"Oh yeah!" Rob nodded emphatically.

"Great!" Jazz declared. He shuffled round and laid himself down between them, pumping away at both simultaneously. As they both grunted their way to release, Jazz aimed their spasming cocks into his gaping mouth, managing to get most of the dual load inside, but with a small glob making its way onto each cheek.

Panting and leaning against each other for support, Rob and Luke kissed for a moment, then looked down at the grinning boy between them.

"Shall we?" Rob asked, gesturing to Jazz's face.

"Indeed!" Luke chuckled.

As one, they each leant down and sucked the spunk from Jazz's cheeks, before playfully peppering him with kisses. When they finally stopped and sat back up, Jazz sitting up with them, the three casually enjoying their post-orgasmic calm.

"It really does suck that you're leaving soon," Rob pouted, getting a nod of agreement from Luke who was casually stroking the other boy's leg.

"I know," Jazz said sadly. "But..." he paused, frowning thoughtfully.

"But what?" Rob asked, eyeing the boy suspiciously.

"But I might be back sooner than you think!" Jazz said with barely-contained glee.

"We covered this yesterday, buddy," Luke said with a smirk. "You can't hitch-hike your way back here every time you want a cuddle!"

Rob and Jazz both giggled at the comment.

"No, not that," Jazz said, shaking his head. "I wasn't gonna say anything yet, but I heard someone else talking about it and figured you might ask, but... I've applied to transfer here next year!"

"You... you've... what?" Rob asked, eyes wide with surprise.

"Seriously? That's... so cool!" Luke said happily.

"You really think so?" Jazz asked nervously. "I was kinda worried. I thought you guys might see me as a, like... fun one-off thing for you. I didn't wanna seem like crazy stalker guy trying to move in with you after what you thought was just a hook-up!"

"Well yeah, obviously. Total stalker move!" Luke teased.

"I know right," Rob agreed. "Like, have even HEARD of personal space? Wow!"

"Oh, ha ha," Jazz pouted. "But if I get in, you'll... be okay with that?"

"No!" Rob said bluntly. As the other two looked in confusion, he grinned and said, "I wouldn't be okay, I'd be fucking ecstatic!"

Mikey heard a cheer. Based on the end of the stands it came from, he guessed it meant Kingswood had beaten King Edwards, which meant there was just one more match to go before all the visitors fucked off home. He couldn't wait. The school felt so over-crowded and hectic and loud with so many visiting boys.

The visitors could fuck off. Nicky could fuck off. Chris could fuck off. Danny could fuck off. Mr Trent and his investigation could fuck off. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more Mikey wished everyone would just fuck off. If they did, then he could stop avoiding everyone and just... get on with... well he didn't know what he'd actually do if everyone was gone and he didn't really like the idea of being stuck at the school on his own, but he still wanted them all to fuck off. It was... a confusing feeling.

He had just started down the path through the woodlands, heading for the school's lake when he suddenly heard footsteps. Loud, heavy, fast-moving footsteps... right behind him. Before he had a chance to even look, a body barged into his back, arms wrapping around his waist as he felt himself leave the ground, fly forward a couple of metres and then slam down heavily.

"FUCK!" he yelled out in pain as he face-planted the ground. As he went to roll over, he felt a sharp kick to the ribs. Looking up in a mix of fury and panic, he saw Josh standing over him.

"Come on then, you pussy. Round two!" Josh said, smiling manically.

Mike gasped down strained breaths, winded by the unexpected attack. He had fought Josh a week ago and while he had gained a little clarity on things as a result, he had also been left feeling somewhat guilty for hurting the other boy. Had Josh just walked up and asked for another fight, Mikey would have doubtlessly said no, not wanting to hurt him again, but as he lay on the floor looking up at his attacker, any such qualms completely vanished.

Moving to get onto his feet, Mikey was already planning his attack. He would tackle Josh, knock him to the ground then deliver a series of punches. It was a good plan, except for the fact Josh beat him to it. Mikey wasn't even back on his feet before Josh had thrown himself at him again. He jumped at the semi-prone boy, grasping him as he landed atop him. Three gut punches had Mikey gasping and just as he was about to snarl some abuse in response, he got a sharp slap to the face.

"Slapping? You pussy!" Mikey snapped furiously as he cradled his stinging cheek.

Josh responded by delivering another slap, followed by a backhand and then a third slap.

"FUCK OFF!" Mikey screamed, rolling Josh to the side and straddling him as he started returning every hit he had received so far. He soon had Josh cowering for cover from his barrage of blows. Finally managing to get up onto his feet he snarled, "What the fuck, Josh?!"

Josh lowered his hands from where they had been guarding his face and began to climb to his feet as he started, "Well I just thought you could..." He didn't finish, he just launched into another tackle instead, having used the pretence of conversation as a bluff, but this time Mikey was prepared for him.

Mikey used Josh's own momentum against him as he stepped aside, grabbed the charging boy and swung him around, slamming him into the trunk of a tree.

Josh let out a pained grunt as he fell to the ground and rolled away from the slight slope around the tree.

Standing over Josh, Mikey shook his head and asked, "You gonna talk properly yet?"

Panting and clearly in pain, Josh shook his head and said, "I don't wanna talk. I wanna fight!"

"Then you might wanna get better at it!" Mikey said, shaking his head. He let out a sigh and leaned against the tree, sliding down it until he was sitting beside Josh.

"You okay?" Josh asked, his head lolling to the side so he could look up at Mikey.

"Better than you by the looks of it. Sorry about that!" Mikey said meekly.

"I didn't mean physically!" Josh explained. "Last night was... I dunno... a lot!"

"Yeah," Mikey agreed, thinking back to the argument... or more like a savage verbal assault, considering it had all been one way. "I don't... understand," he said, shaking his head. His hands reached up, his fingers sliding into his hair before they clenched and pulled hard, his palms covering his eyes. "They saved me from getting in REALLY serious trouble and I... the things I said..." His breaths were juddery, clearly on the verge of crying until he felt Josh's head rest on his lap.

"It's okay. Cry if you need to!" Josh smiled sweetly as Mikey looked down at him.

"I don't wanna cry!" Mikey insisted. "I wanna... fuck, I don't know WHAT I want. And I don't know why I... act the way I do." He sighed, clearly confused. "Is this why you attacked me? To get rid of the other me?"

"The other you?" Josh asked curiously, wincing as he sat up to lean on the tree beside the other boy.

"Yeah, the one who takes over when I... can't control myself!" Mikey explained. "It's what I felt like before we fought last time, and he was in control last night too!"

"Oh, I get it, Psycho Mikey!" Josh nodded, naming him cautiously and getting a slight shrug of agreement in response. "Well yeah, Psycho Mikey's a dick. We don't like him!" he said, shaking his head. "Glad I could... help chase him off!"

"Yeah, me too," Mikey agreed. He sighed and silence hung for a few moments before he shook his head and asked, "Why am I like this?"

"I dunno," Josh shrugged. "Maybe it's gluten. Adults seem to blame that for everything!"

Mikey laughed, snorting a little before he said, "You're so stupid!" As he saw Josh flinch at the word a little, he added, "In the best possible way, it's not a bad thing!" He leaned to the side and rested his head on Josh's shoulder as he said, "Thank you for... erm..."

"Kicking the crap out of you?" Josh offered with a grin.

"Ha, you wish. Thanks for trying to kick the crap outta me... and failing!" Mikey smirked.

"Any time," Josh said, squirming a little, already feeling bruises form. As he sat quietly for a moment, they both heard their phones beep to indicate a message.

"Huh," Mikey said, looking at his phone. "Who's Travis Black?" he asked curiously.

"He's captain of the Year 13 rugby team. Why?" Josh asked.

"He wants me to meet him in the locker room after their match!" Mikey said, looking a little worried.

Josh quickly pulled out his phone, looked at it and then showed Mikey. "Me too! Weird!"

The atmosphere around the Sports Complex was more than a little lively. Following the Year 12 Kingswood team's defeat of King Edwards, more pressure than ever had fallen onto the Year 13s and the final match of the tournament. For Travis Black it was especially important.

Like many of the rugby captains before him, he had been selected for the position in Year 8 and remained in the post throughout his years at Kingswood. Now, mere months from the end of his time at the school, he had faced his final shot at victory. For his first four years as captain, his team had been runner-up, always making it to the final before finally losing. When Covid had struck and cancelled the tournament in Year 12, he had been devastated. He had been pushing his team harder than ever, only to have the opportunity for a victory slip from his grasp through no fault of their own.

It had been quite a relief when the tournament was re-instated for his final year at the school and he had gone into it determined to win, to go out on a high, to add a final crowning achievement to his seven years at the school he loved. Sport mattered to Travis, and so did his school, so when he had found out about that Gregory had resorted to blackmail to get the win, he had been furious. There was a brief moment of almost sympathy, when Travis had considered how far he probably would have gone at one point to get the win, but that moment passed swiftly, and he was left with just his righteous fury against the visiting boy.

While the football and rugby teams had strong (but friendly) rivalries at Kingswood, when it came down to it, they always had each other's backs so when he had asked the other captains to `take care the Gregory issue' for him while he focused on his match, he had been confident they would see to it.

Now, triumphantly carrying the trophy his team had just won, his dream had come true. His name would be immortalised in the Kingswood trophy room. So, with that out of the way, he was free to return to the slightly more unpleasant task at hand and see what his fellow captains had done to deal with Gregory.

"We all set?" Travis asked, suddenly jogging to catch up with the other eighteen-year-old heading back into the building. He got a disgruntled eye roll in response, prompting him to tease, "You're just bitter cos I finally beat ya!"

"Took you long enough!" Yuri Everard, the King Edwards Year 13 rugby captain, grumbled back to the opposing leader. "This still only makes it 3-1 to me!" Just like Travis, Yuri had remained captain of his own team at the rival school, meaning the two captains had faced off countless times over the years.

"Yeah, but at least we always made it to the final. Remember Year 10..." Travis sniggered.

"I still say Fothergill cheated!" Yuri scowled. "Anyway, your shit track record aside, everything's set. Didn't really need to do much if I'm honest. When I told Preston what had happened, he didn't even look surprised. I reckon he wanted an excuse to be rid of Gregory!"

As they made their way into the locker room, they were greeted by Preston, the Year 13 football captain for King Edwards. Despite the serious expression, he gave the other two captains a quick fist bump and courteous nod.

Travis looked round at the gathering of students. It was primarily a gathering of captains, with the leaders from both the Kingswood and King Edwards football and rugby teams milling around, mostly chatting about the matches over the last two days. Spotting the two boys who looked a little out of place, Travis approached Josh and Mikey. "Hey," he said softly as he approached.

"Hi Travis," Josh smiled a little nervously. Travis was somewhat of an authority figure to him and all the rugby players at the school. While Josh answered to Rob, captain of his own Year's team, there was a definite chain of command going up through the older captains. That meant Travis, as the most senior, was seen by the younger students as almost at the teachers' level of authority. "This is Mikey," Josh politely introduced them.

"Ah yes, I've heard," Travis said, offering the boy a handshake. "You reputation precedes you!"

"Is that... good?" Mikey asked timidly.

"Being known for causing trouble? Not the best thing," Travis said sternly, prompting Mikey to look down at the floor in shame. He smiled and added, "But being known for sticking up for your mates? That's a fucking good rep to have!"

Mikey raised his head, smiling. He got a playful nudge from Josh as he blushed slightly.

"So, what's going on? This looks... I dunno..." Josh frowned at the gathering.

As Travis went to reply, he heard a sudden burst of noise as the Year 8 King Edwards football team started filing in. "I guess you're about to find out!" Travis explained. He moved between the two boys, putting an arm casually round them both as he said softly, "If things get a bit much for you, just gimme the signal and we'll leave, okay!"

Mikey looked curiously at Josh, but he wasn't looking back. He actually looked a little out of it as he gently leaned against the older authority figure.

"Everyone SHUT UP!" Preston suddenly called for quiet now that the final attendees had arrived.

"Was I not supposed to bring the team?" Gregory asked, frowning at the other team-less captains.

"No, they needed to be here for this!" Preston said firmly.

As Gregory continued to look around, his gaze fell on Josh and Mikey, his face screwing up into a disgusted sneer.

Travis felt Josh grip onto him tightly. "You okay?" he whispered. He just got a silent nod back.

"So, it has been brought to our attention that you have acted inappropriately for a person in your position," Preston said, staring firmly at Gregory. "This involves behaviour unbecoming of a King Edwards student and team captain as well as unsportsmanlike activity in pursuit of victory."

"What? No!" Gregory snapped. "I didn't do anything! These guys'll back me up, right?" He looked round at his team, who stared back for a moment before moving away.

Gregory's grip over the rest of his team had always seemed strong but was apparently quite tenuous. Faced with the opportunity to distance themselves from him, both figuratively and physically, not a single one of them had hesitated. It seemed the fuel for rebellion was there, all that had been missing was the spark, which Travis had now provided.

"Guys?" Gregory asked, suddenly sounding less confident as he saw his team backing up, leaving him standing alone.

"You know this isn't the first time we've had to speak about this sort of thing!" Preston said, shaking his head as the rest of the room watched on in silent judgment. "You have been issued multiple warnings about the way you speak to members of your team as well as other students at the school. This has continued and would warrant the actions we are about to take on their own, but you have also been accused of attempted blackmail of an opposing team."

"What... no... I..." Gregory stuttered, beginning to tremble as he realised the entire room was staring at him... with two exceptions.

Josh was looking over at Mark, the King Edwards goalkeeper and, unbeknownst to most, secret boyfriend of Gregory. Josh couldn't imagine what it was like to have your boyfriend in that position... but Josh couldn't really imagine having a proper boyfriend anyway. Mark looked understandably distraught as he stared back at Josh, standing back with his team as his boyfriend received his well-earned comeuppance.

"We have spoken to other members of your team and feel we have gained sufficient proof to verify these allegations," Preston went on.

"Don't I get a chance to..." Gregory started, barely mustering enough courage to try and standing up for himself.

"NO!" Preston snapped, watching the boy recoil at the abrupt tone. "You don't! Swift justice. THAT is the King Edwards way. You have done things that have brought our school into disrepute and that is unforgivable. You are hereby removed as captain of your team, and you will NOT be returning to the position for Year 9. Upon our return to school, we will also undertake a review to determine whether you will even be allowed to even remain on the team at all."

"No, please..." Gregory whimpered, beginning to cry.

Mikey hated the crying boy. The things he had done and the things he had said to Josh had rightfully earned him both the punch in the face Mikey had given him as well as what was coming now. Everything about the boy was utterly contemptible, but even Mikey felt slightly sorry for him in that moment as he stood emotionally exposed in front of his peers. As he glanced again at Josh, whose gaze had now returned to Gregory, Josh looked... happy! More than happy, possibly. Almost manic!

"QUIET!" Preston snapped, cutting off Gregory's protest. "Now you know we have MANY punishments available to us at school, but being here at Kingswood, our options are a little more limited, so we have determined you will be subjected to an old classic. You will be spanked... by every person you have wronged."

Gregory just cried more heavily as he nodded. He knew from past experience, both his own and those he had witnessed, that resistance to a King Edwards punishment only ever resulted in one thing – an even stronger punishment!

"But in keeping with SCIPS tradition," Preston said, glancing over at some of the Kingswood captains, "When visiting another school, it is customary to observe local punishments!"

Mikey let out a slight grunt, having been on the receiving end of a `local punishment' at King Edwards that had left him in pain for days afterwards.

"As such, your punishment will be received naked and will remain that way until we leave Kingswood!" Preston finished.

"No! No no no no! Please!" Gregory whimpered, taking a step back. He looked round to his team, desperate for support but received none. The spell he had over them, the power he wielded, the intimidation he had weaponised, it was gone now and with it any support he may have once had. His closest supporters showed no signs of helping, while the rest looked almost happy to experience his downfall.

"Gregory. Undress!" Preston said calmly, then looked to the other Year 8 boys and added, "Or they do it for you!"

"No. I won't. You can't make me!" Gregory insisted, looking to the door.

"No, but we can!" one of his teammates called out, spurred on by Travis' threat. It was like a battle cry, calling the football team to charge their former captain and take action.

Gregory disappeared in a sea of bodies and flailing limbs, his fraught shouts coming from within. Moments later, the team pulled back to reveal the boy sitting on the floor naked, hands grasped desperately over his private parts. With a single gesture from Preston, the boys picked him up into a standing position and with another nod from the older student, yanked his arms away to fully expose him to the room.

Everyone burst into laughter at the sight of the naked boy's tiny cock, shrivelled from both fear and from being... just very small cock!

"Okay, everyone who feels they've been wronged by Gregory, form a line!" Preston instructed.

Gregory's team formed an immediate line, many of them having brief squabbles as they tried to get ahead of each other. Most of the other King Edwards captains wandered over to join the queue as Preston grabbed Gregory and took a seat on a bench.

"Get over my lap," Preston instructed, already sensing resistance. "And if you try to get away, believe me, I will make things MUCH worse for you!" he added in a low growl, his fury at the boy even more obvious and terrifying up close.

Josh started moving to the queue but stopped as he saw Mikey remain at Travis' side. "Come on, we've DEFINITELY been wronged by him!" he growled, reaching a hand out towards Mikey.

Mikey paused for a moment, contemplating it as he looked at the crying boy getting in position on Preston's lap. He gave a gentle sigh and accepted Josh's hand, following along to the queue.

"If I don't even know him but still want a go, can I say he wronged me too?" Isaac asked with a grin, getting a snigger from some of the other Kingswood captains.

"Hey, the way I see it, he tried to blackmail one of YOUR peers to beat one of YOUR school's teams. That sounds pretty `wronged' to me!" Preston sniggered. As Gregory looked up at him, he snapped, "Shut up and take it. You know the rules. You take the punishment like a man!" The boy's gaze dropped again in response.

A few moments later, the spanking began. With so many boys queued up, they were only permitted one smack on each cheek, partly for time but mostly to avoid actual injury. It seemed even King Edwards had some limits!

To Gregory's credit, though he was howling with tears and yelping out in pain with each hit, his rear growing progressively redder, he didn't try to get away or deflect the blows. Soon enough, the whole of his team had taken their turns, even Mark, though his spanks had barely even made contact, seemingly doing it more for show than to actually punish the vindictive captain.

The other King Edwards captains had no such compunctions about holding back, slapping their hands down hard onto the blazing cheeks, the slapping sound echoing around the large area.

When Josh finally got to the front of the queue, Preston held up a hand to stop him. "Gregory may have been a bastard to his team for a much longer period, but from what I hear, the small dose you got of him was... particularly unpleasant. On behalf of my school, I offer our very sincere apologies to you!" It got a murmur of agreement from the other King Edwards boys.

"HE should apologise too!" Josh snarled, looking at the back of Gregory's head.

"Fair point," Preston nodded. He lifted his knee sharply to jolt the boy and said, "Let's hear an apology!"

"I'm sorry," Gregory whimpered without looking up.

Preston was clearly unhappy with the poor apology, but before he could say anything, Josh had squatted down and grabbed a handful of the boy's hair, lifting his head and turning it to face him.

"You look at me when you apologise!" Josh snarled.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Gregory said before sobbing once again.

"I fucking hate bullies," Josh growled as he let go and stood up. Without warning, and almost catching Preston in the face as he did it, Josh swung hard, hitting Gregory's left buttock with a hit so hard it made the entire room flinch. Gregory let out a pained cry. It was followed almost instantly with a second hit just as hard on the right buttock.

"Okay," Preston quickly said, before Josh could strike again, staring at the angry boy who hesitated a moment before walking away.

Mikey walked up next, watching Josh for a moment before looking to Preston and Gregory.

"The same thing to you," Preston said with a nod. "I'm sorry on behalf of my school! Gregory, something to say?"

Gregory looked up, red-faced, though his eyes were so heavy with tears all he could really make out was a person-shaped blob. "I'm sorry," he said, sniffing heavily.

Mikey was more than a little shaken. He knew Josh was watching, and clearly expecting a good spank. At the same time, he felt a swell of rage as he remembered the repulsive things Gregory had said to his friend. Yet he still felt an urge to hold back. Mikey was yet to apologise and make up with his boyfriends and he knew Nicky certainly wouldn't approve of this whole punishment, especially if Mikey played a part in it.

Yet as he stood there, staring down at the blazing red buttocks, knowing the boy deserved whatever was thrown at him, he couldn't help himself. He swung hard and delivered another slap that caused a collective flinch. Almost without thinking, he swung again at the other cheek, hitting hard again. As he heard the scream from Gregory, he shook his head slightly and took a nervous step back as he realised what he had done, then turned and hurried over to join Josh.

The spankings resumed, with the last few taking their turns before finally the queue was gone, replaced by a spectating crowd instead.

"Just me left, then!" Preston said. He raised his hand, but before he dropped it, he looked down at the boy on his lap and said, "Let this pain be a memory that stays with you to help you make better choices in the future!" He slapped the boy's buttocks, twice on each cheek in rapid succession. "Okay, now get up!" he said, ignoring the boy's cries.

"Wait, I..." Gregory whimpered.

"Now!" Preston snapped.

Gregory slipped off of the older boy's lap and onto the floor with a gentle thud, then climbed to his feet, cupping his hands over his dick once again.

"Hands by your sides!" Preston instructed.

Gregory let out a whimper as he dropped his hands away. The reveal caused another wave of laughs and comments, though this time it was not because of the size, it was because he was erect.

"Well, isn't that interesting!" Preston smirked. "Hey guys, remind me of what you do here at Kingswood when this happens!"

"An erection following a spanking has to be... taken care of!" Isaac called out excitedly. "And we all know the best way to do that!"

"Jerk off, jerk off, jerk off!" the Kingswood boys began to chant.

JERK OFF, JERK OFF, JERK OFF!" The King Edwards boys joined in, sniggering. It was a very different experience for them, being primarily straight. While the Kingswood boys enjoyed the sexuality of it, for the King Edwards boys this was pure public humiliation. They got no enjoyment from seeing another guy jerk off (some of them did, but that's another story), this was all about making Gregory suffer for his misdeeds.

"You heard them!" Preston called out. "Get to it!"

"No!" Gregory whimpered, shaking his head. "Not in front of everyone!" he said weakly, quiet enough that only Preston could hear over the continued chanting.

Preston stood and leaned in to whisper to Gregory, "You're gonna cum, and you're either gonna do it yourself, or I'm gonna invite one of the Kingswood boys to do it and then everyone gets to see you cum... from being blown by a dude! It's your call!"

"No!" Gregory whimpered again, sniffing back tears. Being `blown by a dude' in any other instance likely would have been a very desirable option to the closeted boy, but to do it – and enjoy it – in front of his peers was utterly unthinkable. "Fine!" he snapped. He took hold of his dick and the crowd burst into cheers and applause.

"Yeah!" "Come on!" "Can he even cum yet?" "When's puberty?" "Wanker!" the crowd cheered out.

Gregory continued stroking his dick as the baying crowd cheered him on. It was barely two minutes before he looked to Preston, distraught and squeaked, "I'm gonna cum!"

"HE SAID HE'S GONNA CUM!" Preston called out to highlight the boy's embarrassment.

The room fell to sudden silence just as Gregory moaned his way to orgasm, grunting away as he spurted a tiny load onto the floor between his feet. The crowd went wild once again.

Knowing that time was short, Preston immediately called out, "Okay, everyone clear out, show's over!"

"Come on, you heard him," Mikey said, grabbing Josh's hand. He shot Trent a slight smile and nod. While his offer of support before the `show' had proven unneeded, it was still appreciated.

"But I wanna see him suffer more!" Josh growled, glaring the naked, sweaty, red-faced mess of a boy.

"Josh, please," Mikey said, looking close to tears himself.

"Okay, okay," Josh said, quickly heading to the door with Mikey. "Jesus, you okay?" he asked as he saw the look on his friend's face as they left the locker room.

Mikey just shook his head.

"What's wrong?" Josh asked. "You don't think he deserved that?"

"No!" Mikey said, then shook his head, "I mean, yes, he deserved it. It's just..." he paused until he felt Josh squeeze his hand. "When I... had my turn... it was like... like Psycho Mikey was back and he... he almost took over."

"I don't think that'd be the worst thing," Josh smirked. "I kinda unleashed Psycho Josh on him myself!"

Mikey shook his head again. "No, you don't get it," he said back, clearly getting worked up. "I wanted to hit him again... and again... and again. I don't think I woulda been able to stop! I would have really hurt him!"

"Oh," Josh exclaimed. "Well... I won't let that happen. Psycho Mikey can't take us both on!" he said, throwing a supportive arm around the other boy.

Mikey took a deep breath and nodded, then managed a weak smile and said, "Thanks. And I think you mean all three of us!"

"Huh?" Josh grunted, looking round to see if someone else was there.

"You, me and Psycho Josh!" Mikey sniggered, getting a laugh from the other boy.

"This part always sucks," Danny pouted, feeling Brian's arm tighten around him.

"I know, right!" Q-Ball replied, standing with Clover's hand held in his own, the two couples clearly unhappy to be parting.

"Ah don't worry. I'm sure they'll be back soon enough," Brian said cheerfully. "Now that Covid's finally fucked off, we get to do LOADS more stuff with other schools!"

"Tell that to them," Clover said, gesturing a short distance away to distraught looking Ian and Joseph. "You'd think one of `em was dying the way they're going on!"

Although the four boys chuckled, they all felt sorry for their two friends. The weekend had really allowed Joseph and Ian to connect as deeply on a physical level as their weeks of texting had on an emotional level. Ian going home was proving difficult for both of them.

"Hey guys," Rob said, approaching from behind, Luke traipsing along behind him. "Oof, you guys too," he said sympathetically as he saw their expressions.

"Yeah," Danny said with a slight nod. Rob looked almost as upset as Joseph. "Based on the face, I'm assuming Jazz is gone?" he asked sympathetically.

Rob nodded as Luke caught up to him, wrapping his arms around the younger boy from behind. "Yeah, their coach just left," he reported with a sigh.

"Hey, you never know, he might get the open slot next year!" Danny said optimistically. "Though I reckon he might have to fight Ian for it!" The boys all laughed, knowing how much both boys wanted it.

"Them!" Q-Ball interjected.

"Huh?" Danny asked curiously.

"Them. Not it!" Q-Ball elaborated. "There's two spaces next year, so they might both get them anyway!"

Rob and Danny both exchanged very confused looks. Danny shook his head, a little lost as he asked, "Wait, so... two slots means two people leaving our Year. If Timmy Robinson's one of them... who's the other?"

Brian took a step back and smirked at Luke as he shook his head. "Ugh, you know what this means, don't you?" he asked quietly.

"Yup. More year eight drama!" Luke sniggered. "In my day we grew out of that shit in year seven!"

"Oy!" Rob snapped. "We heard that!" he added as he and Danny glared at their boyfriends.

"Oooh, so dramatic!" Brian replied with a smirk, while Luke snorted with laughter.

Mikey stood at the doorway to the dorm, staring at the figures ahead of him. Nicky and Chris were sitting together on the sofas, cuddled together as they stared out the dorm's huge windows. He had been stood around the corner for a few minutes already, psyching himself up for what he knew he had to do.

Despite the threat of re-emergence during Gregory's punishment, Psycho Mikey seemed to be held at bay for now, which meant he had a chance to try and make things right. He felt incredibly selfish as he stood there, knowing that one of the main reasons he wanted to make up with his boyfriends was so they could hold him and make him feel safe. The whole weekend had taken a lot out of him and all he wanted to do was fall into their arms where he always felt happy and protected.

As he walked in, he kept his footsteps light, easily sneaking up close to them before he blurted out, "Guys it's me and before you say anything I really need to tell you how sorry I am and how thankful I am for what you did for me, Nicky... and that I'm sorry for the things that I said because I lost my temper and I know I said this last time, but it won't happen again and I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really, really sorry!"

Chris and Nicky both turned at the same time and that was when he saw the state Nicky was in. He had clearly been crying... a lot, with Chris presumably comforting him.

Mikey moved closer, looking worried. "What's wrong?" he asked softly.

Nicky sniffed and shook his head. Ever since his meeting with Mr Trent that afternoon he had been overly emotional. He wasn't even sure what had set him off this time, but thankfully Chris was close by to console him when he burst into tears again. As he looked at his other boyfriend he didn't speak, he simply held out his arms.

Mikey rushed to him, hopping over the back of the sofa to slide in between the other two. "I'm sorry. This isn't cos of me, is it?" he asked awkwardly.

"No, it's just... been a tough day," Nicky sniffed. "But I'm glad you're here! And... thank you for apologising."

As Nicky grasped onto him, Mikey held back just as tightly, then shot Chris a confused look. Silently he mouthed, "I'm sorry!"

Chris smiled meekly and nodded, then leaned in to hold onto them both, happy to have the throuple back together.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. New chapters posted every week, so stay tuned. Feel free to email any thoughts or comments to matterotica@hotmail.co.uk

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For my other stories, please see links below:

The Kingswood Saga ------------------

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 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/

Other Series ------------

Possession – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/possession-series/

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/

One-shots ---------

The Art of Seduction – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-art-of-seduction

Jake's Exposure – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jakes-exposure

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

And Then It Got Worse – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/masturbation/and-then-it-got-worse

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