Too Cool for School

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

This is a completely imaginary story and features Calvin Goldspink from the group SClub. The story is in no way intended to reflect or imply anything about the personality or the sexuality of Calvin or of any other real life person. The story is complete in four chapters.

Gymnopedies June 2004 gym@softhome.net

Calvin - Too Cool For School ----------------------------

Part 4 of 4

Calvin stood under the shower enjoying the feel of the hot spray coursing down his body as he tried to make some sort of sense from the mixture of emotions he was feeling. He was happy, confused and scared all at the same time. Everything seemed to be happening so quickly. Just a couple of days ago Rob had been no more than face in the crowd, just one unknown amongst hundreds of other unknowns in the large secondary school they both attended. Now though, Calvin was unable to even think of the eighteen year old without his heart speeding up and his stomach doing somersaults. Last night, things had reached a climax in every sense of the word; the two of them had done things that Calvin had never in his wildest dreams expected to do with another boy. Rob had sucked Calvin to orgasm and Calvin had then returned the favour. The young teen still found it difficult to believe that he had really had Rob's erect cock inside his mouth. The two of them had then spent the night together, squeezed into a single bed, their naked bodies pressed up against each other.

Turning around to let the hot, relaxing jets of water splash between his shoulder blades, Calvin closed his eyes as he remembered the warm, contented feeling of waking up next to Rob, his arm draped across the older teen's chest. He could still recall how soft and velvety Rob's skin had felt under his fingertips as he had gently stroked his hands over the boy's chest and stomach, before wrapping his fingers around the aroused hardness between Rob's legs. Rob had sighed, his own hand finding Calvin's, encouraging the boy to squeeze harder before reaching over and taking hold of Calvin's aching erection. Rob had thrown back the bed clothes and both boys had continued their mutual stroking, their movements becoming more and more frantic until they both lost control, their juices mingling on their sweaty bodies.

Now, standing in the bath under the steaming water from the shower, Calvin once more felt his cock begin to harden. He ran his hand firmly across his own chest, lightly pinching his nipples between finger and thumb, then down over his flat stomach to stroke firmly up and down his swollen shaft. It was less than half an hour since he'd had an orgasm and he was already hard again. Keeping his eyes closed and a picture of Rob in his mind he continued to stroke himself, his other hand playing with his balls. He gave a deep, contented sigh, savouring the sensations coming from of his groin.

Then, suddenly, he remembered where he was. He was only supposed to be taking a quick shower. Rob, waiting patiently back in the bedroom for his own turn in the shower, would probably be wondering what was taking so long. With another sigh, he released his dick, moving both his hands slowly all the way up his torso for a final massage of his chest before forcing himself to open his eyes and come back to reality

"Shit! Leo!" Calvin's hands flew down towards his crotch in an automatic attempt to try and cover up his straining erection. "What the hell...?"

Standing directly in front of Calvin, with one hand holding the open bathroom door, was Rob's younger brother. Wearing just a pair of shorts, the youngster stood with his mouth open and his eyes like saucers. The youngster appeared in a daze, but on hearing Calvin's exclamation his expression instantly changed to one of embarrassment, almost as if he'd been the one caught in the act rather than the fourteen year old.

"Sorry," Leo muttered, his face colouring. "I didn't know you were in here."

"But I locked the door," Calvin insisted, trying to keep his erection covered. He wondered how long Leo had been standing there watching and whether the boy had seen him jerking himself; it must have been quite a show.

"Lock doesn't always work," said Leo, still looking embarrassed yet at the same time continuing to stare openly at the naked teen.

Calvin groaned. "How long have you been there?" he asked, not sure he wanted to hear the answer.

"Dunno. Not long. A few minutes. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

"Thanks," said Calvin, unable to keep the sarcasm from his tone. So Leo had seen him playing with himself. He just prayed that he hadn't spoken Rob's name aloud during his little fantasy. "Do you think you could maybe let me finish my shower?"

"Yeah, sure." Leo paused a moment for a final look before leaving Calvin in peace, closing the door as he went out.

Calvin groaned again. On an embarrassment-scale of one to ten, this had definitely been a fifteen. He stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around his waist and without even stopping to dry off he hurried for the relative safety of Rob's bedroom.

Rob was still in bed. He lay on his back with his hands behind his head, a sheet covering him below the waist. He looked up, surprised, as Calvin rushed into the room as if he were being chased. "What's the matter, you look like you've seen a ghost."

"Leo just walked in on me while I was in shower."

"Oh, yeah, sorry, I should have mentioned that the lock can be a bit tricky. Still, it's not a big deal."

Calvin felt himself start to colour up. "He saw me hard and he might even have seen me rubbing myself."

"Might?"

"Yeah. I sort of had my eyes closed and when I opened them he was standing there watching me."

There was now open amusement on Rob's face.

"It's not funny," Calvin insisted.

"I'm sorry," Rob laughed, not sounding sorry at all. "What did Leo say?"

"Not a lot. But he was having a really good look. I had to ask him to go."

"Well, it's not every day he gets to see his idol jerking off," Rob chuckled. He shuffled to edge of the bed. "Come over here. You're all wet."

Calvin allowed Rob to remove the towel, trying not to feel self-conscious as his still half hard dick came into view. Being naked and aroused in front of other people was taking some getting used to. He stood placidly, allowing the older boy to dry him off.

"Do you think Leo might be gay?" Calvin asked, as Rob towelled his back.

"I don't think so," said Rob. "The two of us had a long talk when I told him about me. I think if he'd had any feelings like that he would have told me. Besides, I know there's a girl in his class that he's been after for ages, but he's too scared to say anything to her. Why do you ask?"

"It's the way he was looking at me just now. I'm sure he had a boner, there was a huge lump in his shorts."

"You mean like the one you had yesterday when I caught you helping Leo in the bath."

"Yeah, well, that was different," said Calvin, quickly.

"Sure it was," laughed Rob, giving the boy's dick a playful squeeze through the towel. "Are you having lustful thoughts about my little brother?"

"No," said Calvin, feeling embarrassed. "Well, maybe just a little. But I'm not about to do anything with him. Helping him in the bath was the first time I've ever touched another boy like that. It felt... strange."

Rob laughed again. "Don't worry, I'm only teasing. Leo's a cute little bugger, so I don't blame you for getting turned on by him, especially considering what you were doing." He glanced over at the clock on the bedside cabinet. "Damn! Look at the time. Marcus will be over soon and I've still to get a shower."

"Marcus is coming?"

"Yeah. He's got some ideas for getting back at Tom Mallory. Marcus has a bit of a sadistic streak and he's devious as hell, so his ideas should be interesting."

Rob hadn't quite finished dressing when Marcus arrived and as Leo had still not reappeared from his own room, it was left to Calvin to open the door to the spiky haired prefect.

"Hiya superstar," said the eighteen year old as he entered. "You been here all night?"

The question had been asked casually, but Calvin was unable to keep the colour from rising in his face. "Erm, yeah, I stayed over."

Marcus nodded, either not noticing Calvin's discomfort or deliberately ignoring it. He led the way into the lounge. "Has he managed to drag himself out of bed yet?"

"Yeah he has," said Rob, appearing behind them, tucking his shirt into his trousers.

Marcus grinned. "Well you sure look happier than you did when I left you last night."

"I guess I feel happier," said Rob. "Thanks to you and Calvin. I'm still mad as hell though"

"I don't blame you." Marcus sat down, leaning forwards with his elbows on his knees. "I feel the same as you. That bastard Mallory has gone too far this time and he's going to get what's coming to him. How's Leo this morning?"

"Haven't seen him yet," said Rob. "But he seemed ok last night. He was more worried about me than about what Tom had done to him."

"That sounds like Leo," said Marcus, with a smile.

There was the heavy sound of young footsteps trotting down the stairs and seconds later Leo joined them in the lounge. The youngster greeted Marcus with a grin, but when his eyes met Calvin's he quickly looked away.

"Now that we're all here, how about I tell you what I have in mind," Marcus suggested.

"Sounds good to me," said Rob, sitting down in a chair opposite his friend.

Calvin took a seat on the couch, next to Leo, who still seemed to be deliberately avoiding looking in his direction. This made Calvin feel uncomfortable; the last thing he wanted was Leo upset or too embarrassed to speak to him. He leaned in close to the youngster. "About earlier, it's ok, I'm not mad at you or anything," he whispered.

Leo turned his head a gave a quick, shy smile, before looking away again.

Since Marcus' knowledge of the previous days events consisted only of what he'd been told on the telephone by Calvin and later learned from Rob, who still didn't know the full story himself, they started with the two older boys finding out exactly what had happened from the younger teens. Leo was obviously embarrassed at having to describe how he'd been partially stripped and then had his body drawn on by Tom and his gang, but Marcus insisted on getting all of the details. Leo was then made to stand and lift his shirt up to his chin, exposing his slim, pale torso so that Marcus could see what had been written and drawn on his chest and back; much of this was still all too visible in spite of the boys' efforts in the bathroom the previous evening.

There was a look of restrained anger on Marcus' face as he got to his feet and placing his hands on Leo's shoulders, looked directly into the boy's eyes. "Tom's going to be really sorry for what he did to you," he promised, an icy tone in his voice.

Rob's face had lost much of it's colour as he had listened to Leo's story and the older teen's mouth had become set in a firm line. Watching, Calvin wished he was sitting closer so that he could give his friend some support; the young star knew that the older boy still blamed himself for what had happened to his brother. Eventually, he could stand it no longer. He got up from the sofa and moved over to sit on the arm of Rob's chair, giving the older boy's hand a reassuring squeeze. The action seemed to go unnoticed by Leo, but earned a raised eyebrow and speculative look from Marcus.

"So now we have to decide what we're going to do about this pain the arse," Marcus announced.

"I thought you had some ideas," said Rob.

"Oh, I have," Marcus replied, a sudden gleam in his eyes. "But we're going to need to get Tom on his own. Dealing with his whole gang at the same time would be a bit much. If we can show Tom that we mean business, the rest of them will soon back off."

"Easier said than done," said Rob. "He hardly ever goes anywhere without at least a couple of his group in tow. He'll be expecting some sort of payback for what he did to Leo, so he'll be more careful than ever not to be caught on his own."

"Not a problem," Marcus grinned. "We'll have chance tonight."

"Tonight? Why, what's happening tonight?"

"Tonight the school drama group are putting on a play in the school hall. I know about it because I have one of the main parts." Marcus smiled good naturedly across at Calvin. "You're not the only star round here Cal. Though I do get killed off about half way through the last act."

"Great. But how does that help us get Tom on his own?" Rob asked, a little impatiently.

"Earlier this week Tom got on the wrong side of Mrs. Taylor," Marcus explained. "She was short of someone to help backstage, so instead of giving him detention she pulled him in to help with the play. That means he'll be there tonight. The play won't be of any interest to any of his goons, so it's not likely any of them will be hanging around. A perfect chance to get Tom on his own."

"I like it," said Rob, his mood lifting.

"You'll like it even more when I tell you what I have planned for him," Marcus grinned.

Marcus had been right, Calvin had very much liked the prefect's ideas and could hardly wait to see the bully get what he so justly deserved. Though the young star was also a little disturbed by his own reaction to some of the things Marcus suggested. As he had listened to what was in store for Tom, Calvin's cock had become rock hard; there was no getting away from the fact that he was turned on at the thought of what was going to happen.

After the main plans had been made, Calvin had left the other boys to it. He knew that he really ought to put in appearance at home before his mother started to wonder where he was and decided to ring Dan. If she found out that he'd lied about spending the night at Dan's house he would have some very serious explaining to do and he somehow didn't think she was ready for the truth. He didn't dare think about her reaction to hearing that he'd spent the night squashed up naked in a single bed with a boy four years older than himself. And as for what they'd done prior to that, the boy had serious doubts as to whether his mother even knew what oral sex was.

As it turned out, he had nothing at all to worry about on that score. His mum was far to busy arguing with his dad about the man's failure to repaint the bathroom to concern herself with the sexual adventures of her errant son.

During lunch, Calvin told his mother that he would be out for the afternoon at a friend's house but he'd be back later to get changed ready to go with Dan to a play at the school. His mother had listened to the boy's plans with only passing interest, but seemed reasonably impressed that he was making the effort to attend the play. She'd made him promise to be careful and to be sure to ring if he was going to late back for any reason, then turned her attentions back to the redecorating.

After lunch, Calvin had gone to his room to make a quick call to Dan. He'd used his mobile; for obvious reasons he didn't want his mother overhearing what was to take place after the play. Even though Calvin had remained a little vague about what was to happen to Tom, Dan had still been excited to hear about the plans and promised to meet up with Calvin later.

Feeling a little happier now that he was no longer in danger of being caught out by his mother, Calvin returned to Rob's house. He rang the doorbell, hearing the chimes from inside the house, but was surprised when there appeared to be no response. He waited several moments and was about to ring again when the door finally opened several inches and Rob's face appeared through the small gap. On seeing it was Calvin, Rob's initially worried expression turned into a wry grin and he opened the door all the way.

"Hi, Calvin. Come on in."

As Calvin stepped inside he looked Rob up and down. The older boy was soaking wet. Rob's shirt clung to his body, semi-transparent in places, he jeans appeared equally soaked.

"What's going on?" Calvin asked, worried that he come back to some major domestic accident such as a burst pipe.

"Leo's in the bath," said Rob, as if that explained everything.

"You look like you've been in there with him," said Calvin, unable to keep from grinning now that he knew that it wasn't anything too serious.

"I might as well have been," said Rob, glancing down at himself. "After lunch he decided to have a go at washing some more of those marks off. I left him to it for a while then went to check up on him. He was getting all upset and frustrated that they wouldn't come off and he was having trouble getting to some of them, so I offered to help."

Calvin nodded, starting to understand. "And he didn't want your help."

"He couldn't manage it on his own," said Rob. "But he wouldn't listen to reason. He kept shouting at me to get out and then started lobbing water everywhere."

"Do you think he'd let me help him?" asked Calvin.

"The mood he's in at the moment, I wouldn't like to say. But you can risk it if you want. Don't blame me though if you end up soaked as well."

As Rob went to his room to find some dry clothes, Calvin apprehensively approached the bathroom. The door was half-open, but there was no sound coming from inside. Moving quietly, Calvin put his head around the door.

Leo was on his knees in the bath, sitting back on his heels. His head was bowed and his hands clasped together in front of his groin. From the expression on his face Calvin could see that the boy was feeling thoroughly miserable.

"Leo, you ok?" Calvin asked, moving closer.

"Go away and leave me alone."

"If I don't, you gonna throw water at me like you did with Rob?"

"I might."

Calvin knelt down by the side of the bath, ignoring the water soaking into the knees of his jeans from the wet floor. "Don't worry about these marks, they'll all come off. They just need a bit more rubbing, that's all."

"Easy for you to say," muttered Leo. "You're not the one who's been drawn on. It won't be you who will have to get in the showers with the other guys with words like 'queer' and 'homo' written on you."

"So why not let someone help you? I'll help with the ones you can't get to if you like."

Leo's expression softened and some of the hostility disappeared. "Yeah, thanks. It's not just that though." He stared straight into Calvin's eyes. "Rob says I'm not allowed to go tonight."

"You mean when we go get Tom Mallory?"

"Yeah. I'm the one who got drawn on, but now Rob won't let me be there when we get Mallory back for it. It's not fair."

Calvin could see where Leo was coming from. It certainly didn't seem fair. He could understand Rob wanting to keep Leo safe, but he did feel that in this case the older boy was being a little over-protective. Leo was if anything more entitled to be there than anyone. "I'll have a word with him for you," he said.

"You will? That's great. Thanks Calvin." Leo instantly looked happier.

"Don't get your hopes up," the young star warned. "You know how stubborn he can be."

"If you ask him, it'll be ok," Leo smiled. "He'll do anything for you."

"We'll see," said Calvin, not sure he shared the youngster's confidence. He reached down into the water to retrieve a piece of soap and began rubbing it between his hands to make a lather. "Actually, a lot of the marks have gone," he observed. "Looks like Dan did a pretty good job on the top of your back yesterday. Anything he didn't get off must have rubbed off on your bedclothes during the night." He dropped the soap back into the water and applied the lather from his hands to something illegible scrawled on the boy's chest. He knew that the thirteen year old could easily get to that part himself, but it was a convenient place to start and Leo didn't offer any objections.

"That feels nice," Leo giggled softly, as Calvin continued to gently massage the soap onto his upper chest. "It's ages since anyone has helped me wash."

"Yeah, well, don't get too used to it," smiled Calvin. "This is a one off." Though in spite of his words, Calvin knew he would be only too happy to help Leo bathe at any and every opportunity. Touching the boy, even just rubbing his chest, was incredibly erotic and the singer's dick was so hard that it was aching. Though the effect that touching Leo was having on him also made him feel uncomfortably guilty, as though he were being unfaithful to Rob.

"Did you sleep with Rob last night?"

The casual question, fired out of the blue, caused Calvin to pause in mid rub

"Erm, yeah." There didn't seem to be any point denying it.

"I thought so." Leo gave a smile. "Does that mean that you're gonna be Rob's boyfriend?"

"I dunno. I think so." This was a conversation that Calvin was in no way prepared for. "Would that bother you?"

"No, I think it's brilliant." Leo's smile turned into a wide grin.

The boy's response was a big relief to Calvin, but he was still worried. "Look, Leo, this has got to be our secret. You can't ever tell anyone about it."

"Yeah, I know, I'm not stupid. All those daft girls would be so upset if they thought you didn't fancy any of them. Don't worry, I'll never say anything to anybody."

Calvin went back to his rubbing of the boy's chest, feeling happier that now that he knew Leo approved of his new relationship.

"Calvin, now that you're Rob's boyfriend and you'll be round here a lot, do you think that me and you could sometimes do stuff together?"

"Wha...?" The star momentarily lost the use of his voice. His mind was working overtime. "What do you mean by 'stuff'?"

Leo shrugged. "Play video games, go places together, that sort of stuff."

Calvin was unable to hold back a short, almost hysterical laugh. "Oh, that sort of stuff," he gasped.

"What did you think I meant?"

"Oh, it doesn't matter. Move your arm I can't get to the rest of this scribbling?"

"Do I have to?" Leo hands had never moved from in front of his groin during the whole time that Calvin had been in the bathroom.

"If you want me to finish this part you do, your arm is covering it up."

Looking suddenly embarrassed, Leo moved his arms to his sides. He dropped his eyes as his face reddened. Down at his groin his young cock formed a hard pole pointing stiffly upwards. After a few seconds he raised his eyes and grinned shyly. "I guess this makes us even for this morning," he said.

"Yeah, I guess it does," Calvin agreed, laughing.

By the time that Leo stepped out of the bath, Calvin was at least as wet as Rob had been earlier. The washing process had involved a considerable amount of horseplay accompanied by a good deal of giggling. The worst of the splashing had come about when Calvin's hand had accidentally brushed against Leo's very erect cock. The youngster had jumped backwards, laughing and accusing Calvin of deliberately trying to grope him. In truth, even Calvin himself wasn't sure whether he'd done it on purpose, though he did admit to himself that he had let his hands stray around that area a little more than was absolutely necessary. However, deliberate or not, the brief contact did result in a rather spectacular water fight, which was brought to a sudden end when Rob put his head around the bathroom door to find out what all the noise was about.

"What's going on?" the older teen had asked as he grimly surveyed the state of the bathroom floor.

"Erm, nothing," Leo had replied, a rather silly grin on his face which had turned even sillier as he'd realised that his erection was on full display to his brother and he'd quickly covered it with his hands.

Rob had shaken his head and tried to look disapproving, but the twitching at the corners of his mouth was evidence enough that this was just an act. "Better make sure you clean up the mess when you're done," he'd said as he left them to it.

A bit more scrubbing and the boys decided between them that they had achieved just about as much as they could. Apart from a few feint marks, the drawings and scribblings were gone. As Leo towelled himself dry, Calvin used another towel to mop up the worst of the water from the floor.

"You won't forget to tell Rob that I've got to be there tonight," said Leo, rubbing the towel over his now almost unmarked chest.

"I'll ask him. I can't tell him, he's bigger than me."

"Yeah, but you are his boyfriend. He'll let me go if you ask him."

"We'll see."

Rob was in his room doing some schoolwork. Calvin entered carrying a clean towel and began to dab at the front of his sodden shirt.

"I don't think you're going to get far like that," the older teen said, laying his books aside. He crossed over to Calvin and taking hold of the hem of the boy's shirt, he lifted it up over his head, dropping it on the floor. Then taking the towel he began drying the youngster's chest and back. "You know, this is the second time today that I've done this for you, it's getting to be a habit."

"I know, but it feels nice though," Calvin smiled. There was something very comforting about having Rob doing things like that for him.

"You two seemed to be having fun in there."

"Yeah, me and Leo get on ok. He knows about us, by the way."

"He does? What did he say?" Rob suddenly looked worried.

"He asked me if we slept together last night. I told him we did. I told him that I was your boyfriend."

"You did?" The admission brought a happy smile to Rob's face, though he still looked nervous. "How did he take it?"

"He thought it was brilliant."

Rob gave a sigh of relief. "That's great. I've spent all morning worrying about how to tell him. I wasn't sure how he would react considering how he feels about you."

"He sees it as an opportunity for him to spend time with me," said Calvin. "I think he's already planning lists of things for me and him to do together."

"Oh well, as long as he's happy. Though speaking of lists of things to do, I have a few ideas of my own. Come here." Rob dropped the towel and putting his hands around the boy's shoulders he pulled him closer until they were pressed together. Then bending his head, his lips made contact with Calvin's and all thoughts of Leo were temporarily put aside.

The play wasn't exactly exciting, in fact for the most part it was a bit of a drag, though Calvin had to admit that Marcus was pretty good. The spiky-haired prefect was one of the main stars of the production and he certainly managed to steal the show; the audience, many of whom appeared to be teenaged girls, obviously loved him if the amount of noise they made whenever he appeared on stage was anything to go by.

Calvin was sitting almost at the back of the school hall, with Dan on one side of him and Leo on the other. The three boys had managed to get seats at the end of one of the rows, which was convenient, as they would need to sneak out before the end of the play if they were to stick to Marcus' plan.

The plan was a simple one but if they were to make it work properly it would require careful timing. About twenty minutes before the end of the play, Marcus' character was to meet an unpleasant end by means of a knife in his back. As soon as he was off stage, Marcus would surprise Tom, who was helping out backstage, and drag him outside through the rear fire door. Rob would be waiting outside and between them, Marcus and Rob would take Tom over to the old caretaker's shed where Tom's gang had previously tied up Leo. Marcus' "death" was also to be the signal for the younger boys to make their own way to the shed. If all went well at this stage, they would then have around fifteen minutes to prepare Tom for his own after-play performance before Marcus had to be back on stage for the curtain call at the end of the play. The other boys would remain outside to make sure Tom's one man show got off with a bang.

It was getting near to time. Marcus' killer was already on the stage preparing for the murder. Another few minutes and the boys would need to leave.

Calvin glanced to the side to see Leo grinning at him excitedly. It had taken quite a lot of talking from the singer before Rob had eventually agreed to let his younger brother take part in what they had planned. Even then it was on condition that Calvin promise that he would ensure the youngster stayed well away from trouble. Calvin had pointed out that Leo had as much right as anyone to be there when Tom got what was coming to him and that the boy was only about a year younger than both Calvin and Dan. Rob's answer to this was that if it had been up to him, Dan and even Calvin himself would have been kept out of it. This statement had started a rather fiery argument with each boy accusing the other of being stubborn and not willing to listen to reason. Things went rapidly downhill and it had been several minutes before they had both run out of steam and insults and stood glowering at each other.

"You really are the most infuriating person I've ever met," Rob had said, after a long moments silence.

"Yeah, well, that makes two of us," Calvin had replied. "You just don't like it when someone stands up to you and won't do exactly as you say all the time."

The corner's of Rob's mouth had twitched in the beginnings of a smile. "Actually, that's one of the things I love about you." The smile disappeared. "I think I'm in love with you, Calvin."

Those words had caused Calvin's stomach to turn over. Now, sitting here in the school hall watching the play, he got the same feeling all over again. Just the memory of Rob's voice sent a shiver down his spine. He got a sudden urge to laugh and cry at the same time. He remembered the feeling of Rob's arms around him and his heart started to beat faster. Was this love? If it was it was the scariest thing he'd ever felt.

Suddenly, Leo's hand touched his knee almost causing him to leap out of his seat in surprise.

"You ready?" the youngster asked.

On stage, Marcus' body was being dragged into the wings. Calvin had been so wrapped up in his thoughts that he'd completely missed the murder. It was time for them to move. "Yeah, let's go."

As quietly as they could, Calvin, Dan and Leo slipped out of the door at the back of the hall. It was unlikely that many people had even noticed them, all eyes being drawn to the drama that was being played out in front of them.

Leaving the main school building by the front door, the boys moved quickly and quietly towards their destination; the caretaker's shed was round the side of one of the external classroom blocks.

Calvin's heart was racing at the thought of what they were about to do. Tom deserved all they had planned for him and much more besides, but if they were caught or he ratted on them they could all end up in a lot of trouble. Much of the success of the plan depended on their ability to "persuade" the bully to keep his mouth shut.

It was starting to get dark and the gloom did nothing to ease the tensions that all the boys were feeling. Even Leo walked without speaking. As things turned out, this was a good thing. If they had been talking, Calvin would never have heard the voices.

The three young teens were approaching the corner of one of the school buildings when Calvin thought he heard the soft sound of low voices. He put out his arm, stopping his two friends in their tracks as he put a finger to his lips indicating that they should remain silent. As he listened more carefully, his heart sank. The voice he could hear was all too familiar; Eddie Jarvis, one of Tom's gang of thugs. Carefully he edged closer to the corner and peered round. The two shadowy figures were easy to recognise, even in the gathering gloom. Next to Eddie, leaning back against the wall sucking on a cigarette was "Stick" Edmonds, another of Tom's cronies. Calvin watched for moment, hardly daring to breath. It looked like the two boys were alone, that at least was something.

Turning back to his friends, Calvin leaned in close, his voice just a whisper as he told them of this new development.

"We've got get to the shed or we'll miss everything," Leo complained. "Can't we go another way around."

Dan shook his head. "Even if we went right around the main building and approached from the back, we'd still have to cross this space over to the New Block. If they stay where they are, the chances are they would still see us."

"We could fight them," Leo suggested, trying to look confident, but failing miserably. "There're three of us and only two of them."

"All that would achieve would be to get the three of us beaten senseless," said Calvin. Eddie was almost as big as Tom and had a real tough reputation. Stick might not make such a formidable opponent on his own, but he and Eddie together were more than a match for the three youngsters. "Things might be about to get even worse though," Calvin pointed out. "Rob and Marcus have to get Tom across to the New Block from the back of the main building. They won't be able to do that without Eddie and Stick seeing them."

"Rob and Marcus can beat the shit out of those two," Leo hissed, this time looking more positive.

"Yeah, I know," Calvin agreed. "But with Tom involved as well it'll be a hell of a fight and all our plans for getting Tom will go straight down the pan."

"So what are we going to do then?" asked Leo.

"I don't know," Calvin replied, feeling helpless. Very cautiously he again put his head around the corner. The two bullies hadn't moved at all and from the vague snatches of conversation that Calvin was able to pick up, he discovered that they were waiting for Tom to join them. It looked like the whole plan was turning pear shaped.

Then, suddenly, just as it seemed there was no hope at all, Calvin saw a chance. Eddie had groped his own groin and announced that he needed to piss. As luck would have it, just yards away from where he and Stick were waiting was the door to the Boys' toilets. Telling Stick to wait where he was in case Tom appeared, Eddie went inside to relieve himself.

There was no chance to stop and think things through, Calvin had to act. He looked back at his friends. "Eddie's in the loo. Wait here until I get to Stick and then come running," he hissed. Without waiting for a reply he stepped around the corner and sauntered towards the waiting teen.

The short walk to reach Stick seemed to take Calvin forever but he had to try to appear casual if he wanted to avoid alerting the waiting teen . If Stick saw anything unusual he was likely to call out for Eddie and if that happened things were liable to turn nasty.

"Well, look who it is," Stick sneered, dropping his cigarette butt and grinding it under his foot. "Feeling brave, aren't you, coming out on your own when it's getting dark."

"Just leave me alone, Stick," Calvin replied. "I'm not looking for any trouble."

Obviously feeling confident that his friend was close by, Stick put out his hand and gave Calvin's shoulder a push. "Leave me alone," he mocked, trying to make his voice a high pitched caricature of Calvin's.

Moving like lightening, Calvin grabbed the outstretched arm at the wrist and twisted. As Stick came in closer to relieve the agonising pain in his arm, Calvin slapped his free hand over the boy's mouth in an effort to stop him from calling out. Everything now depended on Dan and Leo.

Calvin needn't to have worried. In less than a couple of seconds Dan was at his side and together they wrestled the struggling teen to the ground.

A moment later, Leo reached them and was about to throw himself into the fray until Calvin stopped him.

"Keep back, Leo," the singer hissed. "We can manage. Keep a look out for Eddie coming back."

Stick was now face down on the ground with Calvin sitting astride his shoulders and Dan across his legs. Calvin had produced a plastic 'tie' from his pocket and while Dan managed to hold Stick's hands together behind his back, Calvin put the tie around the struggling boy's wrists and pulled it tight. Each of the boys carried several of the ties, given to them earlier that evening by Marcus. They were meant to be used by gardeners to fasten small trees to supporting posts, were extremely strong and once pulled tight they held fast and could only be removed by cutting.

"Turn him over," Calvin panted. Working together, he and Dan managed to turn Stick so that he lay on his back.

"What're you doing?" Dan asked, as Calvin's hands flew to the front of Stick's trousers.

"Keeping him quiet," Calvin replied.

Taken by surprise, Stick hadn't had chance to call for help. First Calvin's hand had been across his mouth, then the fall to the ground had knocked the wind out of him, preventing him from making any noise louder than a grunt.

Quickly, before their victim could recover enough to shout out, Calvin opened the boy's trousers and with Dan's help he pushed them down until they were around his ankles. Stick's underwear followed.

"I'd be quiet if I were you," Calvin said, putting his face close to that of the restrained teen. "You make any noise now and who knows who might turn up to find out what all the fuss is about. Do you really want anyone to find you like this?"

Poor Stick lay on his back with his hands trapped beneath him and his privates on very public display. "You bastards, you're going to be sorry for this," he sobbed. However, Calvin's words must have made sense to him, since he kept his threats barely audible.

"Oh, one more thing," said Calvin, remembering his own experience in the gym a few days earlier. "We don't want this hiding anything." Taking hold of the front of the Stick's sweatshirt, he lifted it over the boy's head and tucked behind his neck so that the entire front of his body was now visible. "That's better."

"Calvin!"

Leo's panicked cry caused Calvin to spin around. Eddie had reappeared from the toilets and his shock at discovering what had happened while he was inside did not slow him down for long.

"Leo, get away," Calvin called, momentarily uncertain whether he should to try to tackle Eddie or try to escape from him.

However it seemed that Leo either didn't hear or deliberately ignored Calvin's instruction. With a cry of rage the boy launched himself at the newcomer.

It looked like Calvin's mind had been made up for him. "Leo!" he screamed as he charged towards Eddie, aware of Dan following just a couple of steps behind.

Leo's attack was brave but stupid. He never stood a chance. He might just as well have thrown himself at a brick wall. Eddie grabbed the youngster by the shoulder, swinging him around before catching him in a head-lock. A fraction of a second later Eddie's fist smashed into Leo's face.

"Nooo!" Calvin screamed, so furious he could hardly think. He watched as Leo crumpled to the ground, the dark stains of blood around his mouth clearly visible even in the semi-darkness. Calvin ploughed into Eddie just a split second after Leo went down, his arm encircling the bigger boy's neck and squeezing as he pummelled his own fist into Eddie's side. Eddie's elbow shot out, catching Calvin squarely in the ribs; rib's already badly bruised from his encounter with Tom two days earlier. Calvin's vision clouded from the agonising pain and he dropped to the grass, retching.

Dan hit Eddie almost at the same time as Calvin but met a similar fate as a fist to his stomach sent his sprawling, his glasses flying from his face.

As he fought to get up, Calvin saw Leo, blood running freely down his chin, leap up at Eddie from behind, one arm around the bully's throat, the other grabbing a fistful of hair and yanking Eddie's head back as he hung on like grim death. Spurred on by the younger boy's incredible courage, Calvin forced himself to ignore his own pains and once more charged forwards this time being more selective in his target; without giving himself time to think of the possible consequences he evaded Eddie's badly aimed kick and with as much strength as he could muster he drove his fist directly into the teenager's groin.

Instantly, Eddie ceased to fight. For a moment it looked like he'd been frozen in time, then the his mouth dropped open and as the colour drained from his face he dropped to his knees, making a strange mewling sound before curling up on the ground, panting and sobbing.

Calvin just stood and looked. He remembered the agony he'd suffered after Tom had kicked him in the balls. The thought that he'd just done the a similar thing to someone else, even someone like Eddie, made him feel almost physically sick.

Leo, though, wasn't anything like as sympathetic. He was already in there trying to pull Eddie's arms behind his back. "Come and help me Calvin," he hissed, his words slightly slurred due to his battered mouth. "We got to get his arms fastened before he recovers."

"Yeah, ok." Calvin knew the boy was right. Pulling himself together he rooted in his pocket for another tie and went to help Leo. They were joined a moment later by Dan, who had managed to recover his glasses but was breathing heavily and wincing as he moved. Between them they managed to get Eddie's wrists fastened behind him.

No sooner was Eddie secured and on his back than Leo was tugging the bully's trousers and shorts down. Then, a determined look on his face, the youngster took hold of the front of the older boy's button-up shirt and ripped it open, popping all the buttons.

"Hey, Leo, take it easy," said Calvin, concerned about how the thirteen year old seemed to have suddenly become so worked up.

Ignoring Calvin, Leo produced a black marker pen from his pocket and removing the top he began frantically scrawling all over the whimpering teen's body.

Calvin let this continue for a few seconds then gently took hold of the boy's shoulders. "Leo, that's enough, we've got to be going."

"No, I haven't finished yet." The blind anger in the boy's tone was almost frightening. He shook Calvin off and began scribbling even faster on every exposed part of Eddie's body.

"Leo. Enough." This time Calvin didn't give the youngster any choice, pulling the boy to his feet.

"He was the one who did most of the drawing on me," said Leo, his voice as cold ice. He gave Eddie a token kick, hardly more than a poke with his toe, then turned to Calvin, tears running freely down his face. Almost absently he wiped his sleeve first across his eyes, then across his bleeding mouth, before giving what could only be described as a happy smile. "We showed 'em," he said.

"Yeah, I guess we did," Calvin replied.

"Nothing to it," Dan added, with a rueful grin. "Never been in a fight with anyone but my brother before. Now I know why I've always avoided them." He gave a pained expression as he rubbed his hand across his stomach.

"We'd better get these two moved," said Calvin. "We don't want anyone finding them until after they've found Tom or it might blow the whole thing."

"Stick them in the toilets," Dan suggested.

"Stick 'em in the girls' toilets," said Leo, bitterly. "Let the girls find 'em with their pant's round their ankles. It'll serve 'em right."

"Aw, no," Stick whined. "Come on guys, don't do that. Just let us go. Please, Calvin."

Calvin remembered how just a couple of days ago he had pleaded with these same boys, along with their leader, when they had left him tied up and exposed in the gym. He recalled his terror at the thought of girls finding him in this position and just for a moment he felt pity for these two bullies. But then he looked at his friends; he saw the bloody, swollen state of Leo's mouth; saw Dan grimacing at the pain from his bruised stomach; felt the ache in his own ribs and most compelling of all, he remembered finding Leo, scared, almost naked, abusive slogans scrawled on every part of his body. All thoughts of pity vanished. "Ok, let's put them in the girls' toilets."

It took just a couple of minutes for the three friends to drag the bound boys into the deserted girls' toilets, dumping them unceremoniously onto the cold, hard floor. Stick had begged and whimpered, whilst Eddie, now starting to recover from the blow to his groin, had threatened them and even managed to put up a bit of a struggle until Leo slapped his balls, immediately quelling all resistance.

Before the leaving the two teens, Calvin took a moment to stand and look at them. These were two of the boys who had made his life miserable for such a long time now. Tied up, their entire bodies on display, they looked more pathetic than threatening. He gave a dry laugh. "If you two could only see yourselves now." Shaking his head, he followed Leo and Dan back out into the open air.

It seemed that the boys had timed things pretty well. There was the feint sound of hushed voices from the other end of the building and three figures appeared, one of them staggering slightly as he was half dragged along by the other two.

"It's Rob and Marcus. They've got him." Leo took off at a dead run towards his older brother.

By the time Calvin and Dan caught up, Rob was in the process of examining Leo's mouth and looking far from happy. "Look at the state of you," the older teen moaned. "What the hell happened?"

Leo grinned proudly. "Eddie and Stick were waiting for Tom. We took them out."

"What do you mean you took them out?" Rob demanded.

"They're on the floor of the girls' loos with their hands tied and their pants around their ankles," Calvin explained.

"I like it," Marcus laughed. "Way to go guys. That's real style. Pity we don't have more time or we could have stripped them completely and hung them from the tops of the doorframes."

Tom stood silently between Rob and Marcus, his hands fastened behind his back. Something that struck Calvin as strange was that the bully was wearing only one shoe and sock, the other foot was bare. Then the singer suddenly realised why Tom was so quiet. His missing sock was stuffed into his mouth and held in place by a band of tape wrapped all the way around his head.

"Come on Rob, you can practise being doctor later," said Marcus, impatiently. "I've less than ten minutes left before I have to be back on stage. Leave the boy alone. If he can grin like that, the smack in the mouth can't have done him any serious damage."

"I guess not," Rob agreed, finally letting go of his younger brother's chin. He still didn't look especially happy. "Just tell me which one of them did that. Was it Eddie or Stick?"

"It was Eddie," said Leo. "But don't worry, he's already been paid back. You should have seen him after Calvin punched him in the balls; I thought he was going to throw up."

"In that case I suppose I'd should forgive Calvin for letting it happen to you in the first place," said Rob, giving the young singer a look that was half smile and half frown.

Marcus sighed loudly. "Are we going to do this, or should I just let this scumbag go?"

"We're going to do it," said Leo and without waiting or any response from anyone else he set off in the direction of the caretaker's shed.

Adjacent to the shed were the school's tennis courts. The courts were surrounded by a high chain link fence, designed to stop wayward tennis balls. The small party came to a halt at a point between the hut and the fence.

"Ok, slimeball," said Marcus, backing Tom up against fence. "We're going to cut the tie and free your hands. You can either be a good boy and strip naked, or we can take your clothes off for you, which may get a bit uncomfortable. It's completely up to you."

Taking his penknife from his pocket, Rob opened up the blade and turning Tom just far enough to get to the teen's wrists he sliced easily through the plastic tie.

The moment Tom's wrists were free he made a break for it, lashing out at Marcus with his fist as he threw himself sideways.

However, Marcus was ready for the manoeuvre. "I was sort of hoping you would do that," snarled the spiky haired eighteen year old as his fist pummelled hard into Tom's stomach.

Tom went down like a punctured airbag. As he lay on the ground struggling to get air back into his emptied lungs through his nose and around the improvised gag, Marcus and Rob went to work. Aided by the younger boys they stripped him down to his shorts in almost no time at all. He put up a frantic struggle in an effort to hold onto his final garment, but five pairs of hands were more than enough to overcome any resistance and the shorts came off, leaving him totally naked. Moments later he was fastened securely to the chain link fence, his arms and legs stretched outwards and held in place by fresh ties around his wrists and ankles.

"You know, Mallory, you don't look half so tough now," Marcus scoffed, as the boys stepped back to have their first good look at their captive.

Calvin was forced to admit to himself that in spite of his intense dislike of Tom, the restrained teen had a pretty hot body. Tom glared back at his captors with undisguised, burning hatred in his eyes as he growled something unintelligible into his gag. His almost hairless, muscular chest rose and fell with each laboured breath as he struggled to free his bound wrists. Calvin's gaze travelled further down Tom's body, over his tight stomach, following the trail of dark hairs that led down from his belly button, merging with the thick bush of pubes that surrounded his soft dick and low hanging balls. Calvin had seen Tom naked before, in the showers after PE lessons, but he'd never before had the chance to stand and stare so openly. He felt his own dick stirring in his pants and wished there was more light so that he could have an even better look.

"I did warn you Tom," said Rob, stepping forwards. "When I gave you that little tap on the side of your face I warned you to stay away from my friends. What you did to Leo was really stupid. Now you're going to be sorry. But this isn't just for Leo, this is for all the boys you've bullied and hurt and humiliated. This is where you get to find out how it feels to be on the receiving end."

As Rob brushed his fingers across Tom's chest, almost tenderly, Tom cringed as if bracing himself for a blow. Rob, however, had other ideas. His hand slid down the teen's torso and he wrapped his finger's tightly around Tom's cock.

For the first time, real fear appeared in Tom's eyes. He shook his head violently, a gurgling noise sounding around the sock in his mouth.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you," said Rob. "Not yet anyway." He gave a tight lipped smile as he began massaging Tom's cock, squeezing it and rolling it in his hand. "Let's see how long it takes for a homo to get you hard."

Calvin watched, unable to look away, as Rob continued to play with Tom's penis. At first it appeared that nothing was happening but after a few moments it became apparent that the bully's dick was indeed starting to respond. From that point it wasn't long at all before Tom was sporting a full erection.

"That didn't take long at all," said Rob, coldly. "How's it feel, Tom, to know that we can do anything to you that we like and there's not a thing you can do to stop us?" The prefect let go of Tom's boner and turned his attention to the tied up boy's balls, weighing them on the palm of his hand. "Imagine how much it would hurt if I gave these a little squeeze.

Even in the dim light it was obvious that much of the colour had drained from Tom's face and he was shaking his head and making muffled noises through his gag.

Rob grinned evilly and stepped back. "That would be too easy though. What we've planned for you is much more imaginative than that." He turned to Marcus. "Let's get started."

"You're going to have to do it without me," Marcus said, looking extremely disappointed. He was holding a carrier bag and an old yard brush that he had retrieved from behind the shed. "It's time I was getting back inside. If I'm not there for the bloody curtain call, there might be some difficult questions." He handed the bag and brush over to Rob. "Just make sure you do everything we said. Don't go feeling sorry for the bastard now. I'll be back to see how you got on the minute everyone starts leaving."

"Don't worry," Rob replied. "He's gonna get the full works. He's really going to pay for everything he's done."

Marcus gave Rob's arm a squeeze of support then turned and hurried back towards the main school building.

"What are you going to do?" asked Calvin. He had no idea what was in the bag or what the brush was to be used for. This was something Rob and Marcus had cooked up between them.

"I'm going to give this scum a taste of what it's like to be the victim for a change. Here, hold this a minute." Rob passed the brush to Calvin, who eyed it uncertainly, wondering what use it might be put to.

Rob put his hand into the bag and pulled out several coloured plastic clothes pegs. Laying the bag aside, he stepped up close to Tom. "This is just for starters," he said. Reaching out, he squeezed one of Tom's nipples between his finger and thumb and quickly attached one of the plastic pegs, doing the same with the other nipple.

"Ugh!" The soft exclamation slipped out before Calvin could stop it. He screwed up his face as he tried to imagine what Tom must be feeling. Looking round at the other boys, he saw Dan wearing a pained expression that mirrored his own. Leo simply gave a cold, tight lipped smile.

Tom's eyes contained a look of surprised horror as he stared down at the pegs sticking out from his chest then turned his gaze to the other pegs in Rob's hand. He again made a sound into his gag which could have been a plea for mercy but could equally well have been an expression of defiance.

"Plenty more to come," said Rob. His fingers once more wrapped themselves around the bully's cock, which had started to sag, quickly pumping it back up to full hardness. Then, without any warning he put another peg onto the tip of Tom's foreskin. Rob still had three pegs in his hand, which he slowly and methodically applied to the loose skin of Tom's scrotum.

The tight lines at the corner's of Tom's eyes were an indicator that the restrained teenager was by this stage feeling a fair amount of discomfort. He made a sound that could only have been a growl of rage and tugged ferociously in an effort to free his arms, causing the entire fence to shake.

Ignoring the struggling, Rob reached back into the bag and took out a small, white plastic bottle, unscrewing the cap to reveal a small brush. "Glue," he said, giving Calvin a wicked grin. He loaded the brush and began to spread the thick white goo over Tom's pubic hair, using the brush to mix it well in. Satisfied, he replaced the lid and put the pot back into the bag.

"I bet that's going to pull when he tries to get it off," said Calvin, with a smile. This was a punishment he could get his head around; he preferred not to dwell on the pegs on Tom's nipples and privates.

"Oh, he won't get it off," grinned Rob. "Not without most of his pubes coming with it. Also, I think it shrinks a bit as it dries, so before much longer it'll probably start to pull on his hairs."

"Good, he'll know how I felt then when they pulled some of mine out," said Leo, his eyes hard.

"You didn't tell me that before," said Rob, turning to his brother. "I asked you if any of them had touched you and you said no."

"They didn't really touch me," said Leo. "Just pulled a couple of hairs out. They thought it was funny."

"I wonder if he'll find this funny then," said Rob, no longer looking amused. He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a small plastic packet containing a condom. "Give me the brush, Calvin."

"What're you going to do?"

"You'll see. Hand me the jar of Vaseline from the bag."

While Calvin retrieved the jar, Rob removed the condom from it's packaging and rolled it down over the brush handle. "I saved the best for last," he said, glaring at Tom.

"You sure this is a good idea?" Calvin asked, nervously, as he handed over the small jar. Even with his limited experience, he was quite able to guess what Rob intended to do with the brush handle.

"Oh, I'm sure," said Rob. He scooped out a large dollop of the Vaseline and began to rub it all around the condom. "You should think yourself lucky it's me doing this and not Marcus," said Rob, his eyes locked on Tom's. "He was all for doing it without any lubrication."

All trace of defiance had now vanished from Tom's eyes as he watched, frozen with fear, while Rob made his preparations. Slowly, he started to shake his head from side to side, then suddenly he erupted in a wild frenzy, tugging at his restraints.

"Right, I'm ready," said Rob to Calvin. "I'm going to need your help though."

"Don't ask me to push that in him," said Calvin, staring at the now well greased-up end of the brush handle.

"You don't have to," said Rob. "I just need you to hold him as tight as you can against the fence while I do it." He leaned in close and lowered his voice to a whisper. Dan and Leo edged closer so that they could hear. "Don't worry, this isn't as bad as looks. It's not really very thick and with all the Vaseline I've put on it, it will slide in fairly easy. If he puts up a fight it might be a bit uncomfortable, but that's all. The idea is to scare the shit out of him and show him what it's like to be completely humiliated rather than do him any damage. Even the pegs aren't as bad you probably think. The worst thing I've done to him is the glue; I don't know how he's going to get that off, but that's his problem."

Calvin still wasn't completely convinced. He wanted to get back at Tom, but ramming a brush handle up the bully's arse was more than he'd been prepared for.

Leo, though, had no such reservations. "I'll hold him," the youngster hissed, a cold determination in his voice.

"You won't be able to keep him still on your own," Rob replied. He looked intently at Calvin.

"Oh, alright," said Calvin. "Let's get it done with. Dan?"

"I dunno." The bespectacled fourteen year old appeared even more reluctant than Calvin had been. His gaze moved from the prepared end of the brush handle across to Tom, who was still struggling to free his arms and moaning what could only have been threats and obscenities into his gag. "Oh, what the hell," Dan sighed. "I've come this far and it's not as if he doesn't deserve this and much more besides."

"Ok, let's do it." Rob hurried off the entrance to the tennis courts, which was a few yards away. Going inside, he approached Tom from behind. "Right, guys, here we go."

Tom tried to look back over his shoulder, but couldn't get his head round far enough. However, as the well greased, condom covered handle pressed into his arse crack, he went wild, tugging with both his arms and legs and making muffled bellowing sounds. For a moment Calvin was afraid Tom would manage to pull himself free. But the ties held.

"Come on," called Leo, rushing forwards, his hands on Tom's stomach in an effort to try and prevent the naked teenager from moving about quite so much.

Calvin and Dan joined in, Calvin squatting down and grabbing Tom's hips. This put the bullies sagging erection, which was waving madly from side to side, within inches of the young singers face; at one point it just missed slapping him on the cheek and Calvin found it difficult to keep his mind on anything but the semi-engorged organ. Deliberately, he looked away, watching instead what Rob was doing on the other side of the chain-linked fence.

An expression of concentration on his face, Rob was holding the brush about half way down the handle, his eyes fixed on the end as he pushed and at the same time twisted it in a corkscrew like movement.

"Are you nearly done?" Calvin asked, after what seemed like ages. He wanted this whole thing over with.

"Nearly," said Rob, a little breathlessly, as he checked the position of the top of the handle with his fingers. "The ends in. I just want to get a couple more inches inside him so that it will hold." He gave the wooden handle a push and another twist. "I think that will do it." Dropping the brush head to the hard floor of the tennis court, he pulled up a large brick, which was very conveniently lying nearby and positioned this so that it stopped the brush from slipping away. "Right, let's have the gag off him." Returning to the outside of the fence, he took his knife from his pocket and carefully slit through the tape that went around Tom's head, yanking it free, before pulling the sock from the bully's mouth and tossing it aside.

"You fucking bastards!" Tom's roar of rage must have been audible all the way back in the main school building. "I'm going to make you all so fucking sorry."

"Go ahead," Rob grinned coldly. "Keep shouting, make all the noise you like. The play should be just about over by now and everyone will be coming out. They'll want to know what all the shouting is about. I'm sure everyone will have a good laugh when they see you fastened up like this."

Tom must have seen the sense of this as he instantly quietened down. Though the expression on his face was still pure murder. "When I get free, you're really going to get it," he growled.

Rob looked over at his brother. "Leo, go and watch for everyone coming out. As soon as they start coming out of the main door, run back here and let us know."

Leo nodded and ran off.

"Ok, scum," said Rob, turning his attention back to Tom. He took hold of the bully's chin, holding it up so that they had eye contact. "You'd better listen good. No one is going to 'get it', even when you get free. Today was just a taste. If we ever get to hear of you or your gang hurting kids again, we'll come for you and it'll be much worse. The same if you tell anyone who it was who did this to you. If we have to do this again, we're going to have your balls." To emphasise his point, Rob's free hand cupped Tom's nuts and gave them a squeeze. "You get the idea? Oh, and one more thing. If I find out that you've so much as looked at Calvin or Leo, I'll deal with that personally. It won't be all of us that come for you, it'll be just me." He lowered his voice until it was little more than a cold menacing whisper. "If that happens, it won't just be a brush handle that goes up your arse. Remember, I'm a queer and you know what us queers do. I'll fuck your arse so hard you won't even be able to walk straight. And that won't be the end of it. I'll make sure everyone hears about what I did to you. Everyone will know that you've been a homo's fucktoy. Do we understand each other?"

Visibly pale, even in the dim light, Tom nodded. "Yeah." He grimaced. "Look, you've made your point. Get this stuff off me and let me go. Come on, these fucking pegs are really hurting." His tone had gone from threatening to pleading.

"I don't think so," said Rob. "After what you did, you've still got some paying to do." He stepped away from Tom, turning his back on him. "Come on," he said to Calvin and Dan. "Let's move back a bit."

Together, the three boys moved off around the other side of the shed, the sound of Tom's hushed but desperate pleading following them. It was now just a matter of waiting. However, the waiting didn't last long. Within moments of the boy's leaving Tom alone, Leo was back, a little breathless from running.

"They're coming out," the youngster announced. "Marcus is on his way back and he has two girls with him."

"Perfect," said Rob. "We just need to stay out of sight until a crowd builds up, then we can go back out again."

"You think Tom'll keep quiet about who did this to him?" Dan asked, worriedly.

"It's up to him," said Rob. "But he's got more to lose than anyone if he says anything. Don't worry about it. Even if he does say anything, the worst you'll get is a slapped wrist and told not to do it again. It might be a bit worse for me and Marcus, but they can't execute us for it. Whatever happens it will have been worth it."

There was surprised shriek followed by the sound of girlish laughter which almost drowned out a moan of despair from Tom. Marcus and the girls had arrived.

Following Rob's lead, Calvin moved to the corner of the shed and peered cautiously round. Tom's pale form could clearly be seen against the darkness of the tennis courts. Close to him stood Marcus and the two girls, the prefect had his arm around the shoulders of one of the girls.

"See," said Marcus, a trace of humour in his voice. "I told you I had something to show you."

One of the girls giggled. "He looks almost cute without his clothes on," she said. She edged forwards slightly, then turned to look at Marcus. "You think I can grab a feel?"

"Only if you promise to do the same to me later," Marcus laughed. Then he grunted painfully as the other girl punched him in the side. "Hey, I was only joking. Go ahead, Laura. Do anything you like." He gave his ribs a rub.

"Keep your fucking hands off me, bitch," snarled Tom

A moment later, Marcus had a handful of the Tom's hair and was tilting the teen's head back so that they had eye contact. "I suggest you keep your mouth shut, unless you want to lose some teeth," he hissed.

"Phew! That is so gross." The second girl, the one who had punched Marcus, had wandered around to the side. "He's got a broom handle pushed up his bum." She dissolved into semi-hysterical laughter.

"Let me see." Laura rushed over to join her friend. "Oh, yuck!" She too started laughing. Pulling out a mobile phone she quickly dialled a number. "Hey, Nicola, it's me. Get yourself over to the tennis courts. You really don't want to miss this." She put the phone back into her pocket. "Right, I'm gonna get myself a grope before anyone else gets here.

Laura moved in front of Tom, obscuring Calvin's view, so he couldn't see what the girl was doing. Though from the moaning, sobbing noises that Tom was making, the young singer could make a good guess.

"Hey, Marcus, I could get used to having my guys tied up," Laura laughed.

"You can tie me up any time, babe," Marcus replied, then shot a quick apologetic glance at the other girl, who was giving him a cold look.

Next to Calvin, Rob gave a soft snort of disgust. "He'll flirt with anything with tits," he muttered.

More voices could be heard approaching and a group of three girls and two boys stepped into view, their reaction a mixture of gasps of astonishment and shrieks of laughter. Tom stood red faced as jokes were made about his situation and the size of his now shrunken equipment, still with it's adornment of plastic pegs.

"You think maybe we should cut him loose?" one of the boys suggested.

"No fucking way," one of the girls countered. "Him and his gang flushed my brother's head down the loo last term. It's time he got paid back for it."

More mobile calls were made and the crowd grew steadily bigger, some drawn simply by the noise of the shouts and laughter. Some of the newcomers had phones with built in cameras and they made full use of them. It looked like pictures of Tom's ordeal would be circulating the school for quite a while.

"Come on, I think we can go back out now," said Rob, stepping out into the open. He and the other boys mingled in amongst the twenty or so spectators who had gathered to observe and enjoy the unfortunate bully's suffering.

Inevitably, the spectacle soon drew the attention of some adults, many parents having been present at the play. The first two to arrive, a man and woman, stood to one side obviously feeling they should intervene but not sure how to go about it. However, when Mrs. Taylor arrived it looked like the fun was about to be brought to an end.

"What's going on here?" the teacher asked, forcing her way through the crowd. She managed to get through to the front and then stopped dead in her tracks, momentarily struck dumb by the sight of Tom Mallory, naked and tied spread-eagled to the fence, pegs on his nipples, foreskin and scrotum and congealing glue covering his pubic hair. By this stage he really looked sorry for himself.

"Oh dear. Right everyone, move back. Someone give me a hand to get him down from there." Quickly recovering, the teacher stepped up to the bully, inspecting the ties on his wrists. "Oh dear," she repeated, seeing that it would take a knife or scissors to set the teen free. "Let's have these off, at least." She efficiently removed the plastic clothes pegs from Tom's nipples.

"Aarrggh!" Tom's muffled cry of pain caused the crowd to erupt in renewed laughter.

"I somehow don't think he's about to thank her for that," laughed Marcus, who was standing at Calvin's shoulder. "They'll hurt much more coming off than they did while they were on. They just go sort of numb after a while, but it can hurt like hell as the circulation comes back," he explained, in response to Calvin's questioning look. "Or so I've heard," he quickly added, grinning broadly.

By this time one of the parents had stepped forwards with a pocket knife and was cutting through the plastic ties. Much to the disappointment of the crowd, Tom was soon free.

"Time we were going, I think," said Rob into Calvin's ear. "Let's round up the others and get away from here before they think to start asking who put him up there."

It was an easy task for the Rob, Leo, Calvin and Dan to slip away amongst the dispersing crowd. The last they saw of Tom, he had a borrowed jacket wrapped around him and was giving a mouthful of abuse to Mrs. Taylor, who by the look on her face was wishing she'd left him where he was and not interfered.

"Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow or sometime," said Calvin to Rob, when it came time for them to part company.

"Make it tomorrow," said Rob. "Come round the house any time you like; I don't have any plans for tomorrow."

"Rob, erm, thanks," said Calvin, not sure how to put into words what he really wanted to say.

"Thanks? What for?"

"I dunno. Just thanks, for everything." The singer looked quickly up and down the street, but apart from the four of them, no one else was in sight. Taking Rob's shoulders, he pulled the older boy towards him and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "Goodnight," he said, stepping back.

"Erm, yeah, goodnight," said Rob, taken by surprise. He collected Leo, who was grinning like an idiot at what he had just witnessed, and the two of them walked off along the street.

Calvin turned to go the other way to find Dan staring at him open mouthed.

"What's the matter with you," the singer demanded. "You never seen guys kiss before?"

Dan shook his head. "By this stage nothing about you should surprise me, but you keep managing it."

"You still love me though, admit it," Calvin grinned, putting his arm around Dan's shoulder.

Dan eyed the arm suspiciously, then he too grinned. "Oh, what the hell. Just don't expect me to kiss you, that's all."

"Don't worry," Calvin laughed, "you're much too ugly."

It was Sunday afternoon before Calvin had chance to go round and see Rob. The morning had really seemed to drag and he found himself able to think of little else but his feelings for the older boy. Immediately after lunch he told his mother that he was going to hang out with some friends and made the short walk to Rob's house.

"Hi Calvin," said Leo, as he answered the front door. For some reason he didn't appear especially happy, an impression reinforced by the dark swelling at one side of his mouth.

"Hi Leo," Calvin replied. "What's the matter, your folks giving you stick about fighting?"

Leo shook his head. "Nah, they don't know about that." He touched his fingers tenderly to his mouth. "I told them that someone accidentally elbowed be in the mouth while we were playing football."

"So what you look so unhappy about then?"

"Mum says I've got to go out with them this afternoon. We're going to visit Aunt Vera." Leo gave a scowl. "Rob managed to get out of it by saying that you were coming round for some help with your schoolwork. I asked if I could stay as well but Mum said I would only be in the way. So now I've got to go see Aunt Vera and her stinky cats."

Calvin tried to hide an amused smile and look sympathetic but was only partially successful. It didn't sound like Leo was going to have much fun. However, this wasn't especially bad news as far as the young singer was concerned. He'd wanted to spend some time alone with Rob and it now looked like they were going to house to themselves.

"Rob's in his room," said Leo. "You may as well go up." He closed the door then shouted up the stairs, "Rob, Calvin's here."

Rob met Calvin at the top of the stairs and together they went into the older boy's room. As soon as the door was closed, Rob's arms enveloped Calvin in a tight hug and he kissed the young teenager on the forehead. "How's my boyfriend today?"

"Ugh!" Calvin gave a grunt of discomfort. "Ok, I guess."

"Sorry, I forgot," said Rob, quickly letting go and looking apologetic. "Do your ribs still hurt?"

"Yeah, a bit. Eddie's elbow didn't help. I was sort of hoping that maybe you could rub some more of that oil stuff on me." Calvin looked bashfully at his friend.

Rob gave a wide grin. "I think that could be arranged," he said. "We'd better wait a few minutes though, until everyone's gone out. They're all off to see an old aunt of my dad's."

"Yeah, Leo told me. He didn't look very happy about it."

"Poor Leo isn't having a very good day," Rob explained. "It started this morning when Mum put the shirt that he'd loaned you into the washing machine. He created a fuss and in the end he even admitted to her that he didn't want it washing because you had worn it. She told him not to be so ridiculous."

"Well, she kind of has a point," said Calvin, who had never been able to understand his fans' obsession with collecting his used clothing. "I think I have some t-shirts at home, the sort that are sold at our concerts. I'll fetch him a couple over next time I come. I'll even wear them for him first if it'll make him happy."

"That'll make him happy alright," said Rob, brightly. Then, suddenly, his expression changed and he became serious. "Cal, I have to ask you something. You like Leo, don't you?"

"Yeah, of course I do," Calvin replied, surprised at the question.

Rob nodded, he seemed to want to say something but wasn't sure how to proceed. "It's just something I keep wondering about," he said, his voice soft and uncertain. "I'm almost four years older than you, that's a lot. Whereas Leo is almost the same age as you; he's just a year younger."

"So?" Calvin shrugged, some of Rob's unease now starting to rub off.

"I've seen how you are with Leo and how he behaves when he's around you. I keep thinking that maybe... maybe you'd be better off with Leo than you are with me."

Calvin felt like he'd been kicked in the stomach. "Are you saying you don't want me?" he asked, his voice little more than a whisper.

"Oh shit, Calvin, no!" An anguished look appeared on Rob's face. "I want you more than I've ever wanted anyone or anything in my life before. You're all I've thought about over these past few days; I'm even dreaming about you." He lifted his hand and ran his fingers through his hair. "I want to be sure that this is what you want as well. That you're not stuck with me when you'd rather be with Leo or with someone else."

"Of course I want to be with you," said Calvin. "I like Leo, a lot. I even think he's pretty hot. But it's you I want, not him. Besides, Leo is straight, you said so yourself. You even said he was after a girl at school."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure Leo's straight. But I think for you he would probably make an exception. He'd never be your boyfriend, or anything like that, but if you just wanted to play around he'd probably be up for it."

Calvin's mind went back to the previous afternoon, when he had helped Leo in the bath. He remembered how the youngster had had a raging erection for almost the whole time. Quickly overcoming his initial embarrassment, the boy had even seemed to take a delight in showing off his hard cock and hadn't even been especially phased when Calvin's fingers had 'accidentally' brushed against it. Yes, Rob was almost certainly right. Leo would be happy to "play around" with his idol.

"You can take some time to think about it if you need," said Rob, gently, his eyes fixed on Calvin's.

The younger teen stood silently for several long seconds. When he spoke, his voice was soft but confident. "I don't need any time," he said. "I've already told you, I want you."

The smile appeared in Rob's eyes a fraction of a second before it reached his mouth. A moment later he once more had his arms around Calvin, their lips pressed together.

Hungrily, Calvin opened his mouth, allowing their tongues to meet. His ribs hurt and his lungs strained for air, but none of that mattered. He knew now that Rob loved him and just as importantly, he knew that he loved Rob. It was as though an important milestone had been passed. There was still a certain amount of fear and uncertainty about what lay ahead, but at least Rob would be there to help guide him on his journey of self-discovery.

"Rob, we're going now. We should be back about six. Don't work Calvin too hard." Rob's mother's voice came from the foot of the stairs.

The boys broke their kiss, Calvin giggling breathlessly.

"I'll try not to be too rough on him," Rob called back.

There was sound of the front door closing. Rob crossed to the window and Calvin followed. Together they watched as Leo and his parents got into the car and drove off.

"Hmm, four hours with the house to ourselves. I wonder what we should do now," said Rob, mischievously, his arm around Calvin's shoulders.

"I don't know," Calvin smiled, nervous and excited both at the same time. He had a feeling that whatever Rob had in mind, it didn't involve schoolwork. This feeling was confirmed when Rob took his hand and led him over to the bed.

"Sit down there a minute."

"What are you going to do?" asked Calvin.

"Firstly, get you comfortable," Rob replied. "You said your ribs were hurting, so I'm going to take care of them first. After that, we'll see." His hands went to the bottom of Calvin's shirt, lifting it up and over the boy's head. He tossed it aside before pulling off his own shirt. Next Rob gently pushed Calvin onto his back and went to work on the boy's belt.

Calvin lay passively as his trousers, shoes, socks and finally his underwear was removed, leaving him completely naked. He still felt a little self conscious about being exposed like this, but it also gave him a thrill of excitement. He opened his legs slightly and propped himself up on his elbows.

"You should stay naked all the time," Rob observed. "A body like that is too hot to keep covered up." He quickly pulled off the rest of his own clothing.

"You're not so bad yourself," said Calvin, his eyes travelling up and down the older teen's toned body.

"Don't you be getting yourself all excited," said Rob. "I want you to relax. Get up onto the bed properly and put your head on the pillow."

While Calvin moved himself up the bed, Rob hurried out of the bedroom and was back a moment later with the bottle of oil. He climbed astride Calvin's hips then poured a small quantity of the oil onto the palm of his hand.

"You tell me not to get excited, then you go and sit on me like that," Calvin complained, feeling Rob's bare arse cheeks pressing down on his dick.

Rob gave a chuckle. "Stop moaning. Just shut your eyes and enjoy."

Obediently, Calvin closed his. Almost immediately he felt Rob's hands, slick with oil, press down on either side of his ribs. He sighed contentedly as the older boy began a slow, steady massage, firmly but gently stroking the soothing oil into the smooth skin of his chest. It was easy to relax, everything about the situation felt so wonderful: Rob's hands on his body, Rob's own body pressing down on his hips. Not erotic, just warming and comforting. Calvin felt he could stay like this forever.

It came as bit of a surprise when an undetermined time later, Calvin realised that the weight across his hips was gone. Rob's hands were no longer on his chest but were instead stroking his upper thighs. With an effort, the boy opened his eyes.

Rob had moved down the bed and was kneeling between Calvin's widely spread legs, one hand on each of Calvin's thigh's, stroking them up and down. He gave a brief smile, acknowledging the fact that Calvin was watching him, then leaned forwards and traced the tip of his tongue along the length of the young teen's soft penis.

Calvin gave a soft groan as his dick twitched and started to swell. He closed his eyes again so as to be able to concentrate on the sensations of Rob's tongue on his cock. However, after a few licks, just enough to bring the young singer to a full erection, Rob stopped. Instead, the older boy continued his slow massage, moving all the way down Calvin's legs and ending up at his feet. Calvin giggled lightly as Rob's fingers pressed between his toes.

"Ticklish?" Rob asked.

"A bit," Calvin replied, once more opening his eyes and propping himself up to see what his boyfriend was up to.

"Ok, I won't torture you then," Rob grinned, releasing the boy's feet. "But now that I know you're ticklish, you'd better watch out; I know exactly what to do if you don't behave." He shuffled up the bed and lay down next to Calvin, his arm across the young teen's chest. "Feel a bit better now?" he asked softly.

"Yeah, feels great, thanks. My ribs aren't aching anymore."

"Good." Rob put an arm under the boy's shoulders and pulled them even closer together, their faces just inches apart. "Has anyone ever told you you've got beautiful eyes," he whispered.

Calvin gave a soft chuckle. "I don't think so, but then I don't think anyone has ever looked at them so closely."

"Well, I think they're beautiful," said Rob. "In fact I think everything about is you just perfect." He kissed Calvin on the end of his nose.

With a contented sigh, Calvin opened his lips and Rob accepted the invitation. They kissed long and hard, their mouths locked together, enjoying the simple intimacy and closeness. Their hands lightly exploring each other's bodies.

It was Calvin who eventually broke the kiss. Deciding to take the initiative for once, he pulled away from Rob's mouth and with his lips he began working his way down the older teen's neck and smooth chest. Rob had an incredible body and Calvin wanted to explore every inch of it with his lips and tongue. However, as he made his way down Rob's tight stomach, his objective changed. His hand was wrapped tightly around Rob's solid cock and this now became the centre of his attention. The teen's erection seemed enormous; Calvin had no idea how big it was, apart from the fact that it was bigger than his own. Though he realised that he had almost no experience of such things and so wasn't really in a position to form an opinion. Still, looking at it close up, there was no denying that it was big. He released his grip on the shaft and lightly traced his fingers up from the base to the head, grinning silently to himself as it twitched and jumped.

Rob gave a sigh and lay back, his arms behind his head, apparently happy to let Calvin go his own way.

At the top of Rob's dick, the purple-red head was peeking out from beneath the foreskin. Calvin pulled the skin back, stretching it downwards, watching as Rob's shaft seemed to swell even more, causing the older boy to lift his hips up from the bed and groan softly. Keeping hold of the shaft, the young teen licked his lips nervously. Leaning in close, he ran his tongue across the now exposed glans, then opened his mouth and took the entire head inside.

"Shit, Calvin, that feels so good," Rob moaned, his hand reaching down to stroke the boy's hair.

For several minutes Calvin sucked on the end of Rob's dick, occasionally letting it out of his mouth so that he could lick up and down the shaft, Rob's moans of pleasure encouraging him along. He felt he was really getting into it and was surprised when the older boy suddenly stopped him.

"Calvin, I'm getting close," Rob murmured. "Stop for a second and turn around. I want to do you at the same time."

Following Rob's directions, Calvin stretched out on the bed in the opposite direction to his friend, placing his own excited cock within easy reach of Rob's mouth. Eagerly, Rob wrapped his lips around Calvin's hardness and the two of them began sucking and slurping on each other.

Giving pleasure had been good, but giving and receiving at the same time was even better. Just the first touch of Rob's tongue on his sensitive dick had caused Calvin's stomach to contract. The youngster had to make a conscious effort not to ram his hips hard into Rob's face. This feeling intensified as he felt his arse cheeks pulled apart and Rob's finger stroking right up against his hole. He'd never realised that being touched back there could feel so amazing. This new experience was sending Calvin very close to the edge and as Rob pressed a little harder against the tight sphincter, the singer could hold back no longer. The combination of the sucking on his dick and stimulation of his hole were too much. A groan forced its way around his mouthful of dick and in spite of his best effort, his hips began to thrust forwards as his boy-juice erupted into Rob's mouth.

Almost at the same time the cock in Calvin's mouth began to spasm. As the first bolt of Rob's cum spurted into the boy's throat he fought back a moment of panic and forced himself to swallow. The second spurt caught him mid-swallow, causing him to cough. As the jerking erection slipped out from between him lips he felt further warm splashes across his face.

Down at the other end, Rob was much more in control, continuing to suck on Calvin all the way through his intense orgasm, swallowing every drop of the thick, milky fluid.

Breathless, both boy's lay where they were for a long moment. Then Rob gave Calvin's spent dick a final tender kiss and forced himself up, reaching for the ever present box of tissues on his bedside cabinet. "You ok?" he asked, wiping the youngsters face.

"I guess so," Calvin replied. "I couldn't swallow in time."

"Don't worry about it," Rob laughed. "You just need more practise, that's all. I didn't intend for you to swallow it anyway, but we got a bit carried away."

After he'd quickly cleaned up, Rob glanced at the clock. "We got loads of time," he said. "We can grab a shower in a bit if you like."

"You mean together?"

"Unless you'd rather have one on your own."

"No, together will be fine," Calvin grinned. The idea of standing under the hot water with Rob's body pressed up against his own was something he quite like the sound of. Though as Rob had just pointed out, they had loads of time so there was no rush. Happily, he lay down next to Rob, the two of them snuggled up close. He really didn't want to be anywhere else in the world at the moment. He didn't even want to move.

As they lay listening to each other's soft breathing, Calvin thought to himself how quickly things had changed in his life. Just a few days ago he'd never seriously considered doing anything with another boy, yet just a ten minutes ago he'd had one cum in his mouth. He was gay, there was no denying this fact. Though the concept was frightening and would still take some getting used to. In spite of that, this blossoming relationship with Rob was probably the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to him and he was determined to embrace it completely.

"Rob, can I ask you something?"

"I expect so." The older boy's reply was a little slurred as if he were almost asleep.

"That stuff you said to Tom, after you'd sent Leo away, you know, what you threatened to do to him if he touched Leo or me again?"

Rob stiffened slightly. "Yeah?"

"Would you really do that to him?"

"No chance!" Rob snorted, no longer sounding half asleep. "It made me feel sick just to touch him. There's no way I'd go anywhere near his arse with anything other than a broom handle."

"So you'd never do anything like that?"

"Not with him I wouldn't. You can only do stuff like that with someone you really care about. Someone special, who you trust completely."

Calvin took a deep, slow breath. "Could you do it with me?"

At first Rob didn't reply. Then he lifted himself up until he could look into Calvin's eyes. When he spoke, his voice contained a tenderness and sincerity that sent warm shivers through Calvin's entire body. "Yeah, Cal, I could do it with you."

Calvin didn't say anything. He didn't trust himself to. Instead, he embraced Rob in a tight hug before laying his head on the teen's chest. There was no rush. They had plenty of time.

*** End ***

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