Date: Sat, 19 Mar 2005 16:05:09 -0500
From: Richard <rwestgate@rogers.com>
Subject: Naked School Teacher Chapter 13

This is an original work of fiction, though based upon some true locations
and general circumstances. All of the characters exist only in my own
fevered imagination and none of the sexual incidents actually happened. I'm
happy to hear your thoughts about the story.

My sincere thanks to those who have written me. Your encouragement is
helpful in motivating me to write.

Love you all.

Richard: rwestgate@rogers.com

Naked School Teacher

Chapter 13

Classes on Friday seemed to fly by distressingly fast for David. He was
dreading his first `swim club' with Minot and Dalrymple now part of the
group. He did not teach any classes with Minot, but Dalrymple was in one of
his classes that morning. The boy was irritatingly polite, going out of his
way to be respectful and mannerly, but with the slight smile that no one
else noticed.

"Mr. Jones?" he called, "could you please help me with this, I can't seem
to get it right."

"Of course," responded David through slightly gritted teeth. He bent down
over Dalrymple's desk at the back of the class to study the work.

As he discussed the problem with the boy, Dalrymple's hand gently ran up
the inside of David's leg, and stroked lightly under his crotch!

David backed off to the side with a jerk, staring in horror at the innocent
face of the blonde-haired boy.

Dalrymple continued as if nothing at all had happened. "Mr. Jones, that's
very helpful, but look at this," he pointed to the book in front of him,
underlining something.

David tried to peer at the words from a position ridiculously far away from
Dalrymple. It was no good - he couldn't see it. As he stepped closer, the
hand wrapped around behind his leg and again traveled up to his crotch. He
decided to get this over with. He read Dalrymple's underlined words and
began to explain as best he could with the distraction occurring in his
pants. Dalrymple's hand reached up in front of his pants and pulled the
zipper down.

David breathed deeply as his cock began to swell. He tried to speak more
quickly, but unfortunately his voice rose in pitch and one or two other
students turned around in their seats. They could not see what Dalrymple
was doing, since David's open jacket sort of hung out from his stooped body
and concealed the front of his pants.

Amazingly, Dalrymple was able to pull David's growing cock right out of his
open pants and he began to stroke it right there in the class!

"Dalrymple!" David exclaimed in a hoarse whisper, "stop that!"

"But Mr. Jones, I need you to help me -- you help others in the class. It's
not fair!" His voice rose slightly into a whine. Several more boys looked
over their shoulders.

"You boys," David called out, "turn around and just get on with your
own-n-n-n work!" David gasped as his orgasm was approaching. His knees were
going weak, and Dalrymple's hand kept up it's relentless action. David
could feel himself becoming quite light-headed and suddenly the inevitable
was upon him. He gasped loudly and barely suppressed a groan. He shot his
semen all across Dalrymple's work book.

"Oh dear, sir, you've made quite a mess of that!" said Dalrymple calmly.

"Er, yes," said David weakly, struggling to control his breathing, "well
I'm sorry about that, but do you understand the problem now?"

"Um, I guess so. Mr. Jones?"

"Yes Dalrymple?" David surreptitiously slid his cock inside his pants and
closed the zip, standing up.

"Perhaps you could give me some after hours tuition?" He smiled blandly up
at David.

"Oh, of course, yes anytime."

"ANY time?" asked Dalrymple with a meaningful look in his eyes and his
playful smile on his innocent angelic face.

"Yes!" said David shortly, walking quickly to the front of the class.


Minot caught David in the hallway before lunch. "MISTER Jones," his voice
just a millimeter short of open insolence, "I missed you this morning! You
haven't forgotten our arrangement have you?"

"Minot!" David hissed, "I do not have an `arrangement' with you!"

"You do, you do," he grinned down at David from his towering height, "you
are to wake me in the mornings in the way that only you can."

David made to walk away. Minot came up behind him, gripping his shoulders
and breathing in his ear, "Don't make the mistake of brushing me off MISTER
Jones. You have no idea what I can do to you!"

Remembering his promise to stand up to these two, especially Minot, and
still smarting and humiliated by how he had failed so miserably with
Dalrymple earlier that morning, David turned on Minot in a rage. "Minot,
get this straight!" several passing boys looked at them curiously. "Come
over here," David indicated a door into the terraced gardens outside. They
stood for a few minutes on the flowering terrace surrounded by the scent of
honeysuckle and the sounds of bees.

"Minot, there is no way on earth that I will be drawn into your sick
fantasy. I am not going to let you fuck me ever again, and I am certainly
not going to become your naked sex slave. You can get the idea right out of
your head."

"MISTER Jones, MISTER Jones," Minot grinned, his chalk-white teeth shining
brilliantly in his face black as jet. David caught himself reflecting that
he was quite good looking. Then, exasperated, told himself to stop!

"Mister Jones, you are going to do exactly as I tell you."

"Why? Why would I?" David was amazed at his gall.

Minot smirked at him with supreme confidence, "Because, MISTER Jones, I
have something on you." He reached into a pocket in his cargo pants and
proffered David a slim DVD case.

"What the hell is this?"

"Take it home and look at it MISTER Jones. Then I'll see in the
morning. Let's make it five-thirty. You remember the conditions." Minot
walked off leaving David stunned and speechless.

He looked at the unlabelled disc with a growing feeling of sick dread in
his stomach. He felt almost desperate to know what was on it, but didn't
dare fire the thing up at school. It would have to wait until he could get
home. Trouble was that he was working late at the school tonight and then
had the swimming lesson -- so it would be well after eleven before he got
home. Damn!

The afternoon passed in a blur, time seeming to catapult him forward at
breakneck speed. He was on duty right after supper, which he ate at the
staff table along with the boys and on-duty staff. He had an evening shift
with one of the junior classes because their house-parents had their
monthly weekend off. David supervised the boys while they played and
finally got ready for bed. He supervised them in the shower and chatted
with them, trying to keep his mind focused on what he was doing, not on
what was coming.

Eventually it was done, and he could leave. He went directly down to the
swimming pool. Mac and the others were waiting for him. Of Minot and
Dalrymple there was no sign. David unlocked, turned on the lights and they
trooped in. "Oh, shit!" sighed David.

"What?" asked Mac.

"I forgot my swim trunks!" David cursed himself. He'd been so distracted
today, and frankly so used to never having to wear them, that he'd
completely forgotten that he was going to insist on swim trunks tonight
because of Minot and Dalrymple.

"I can go and get a spare pair," offered Tom.

"It's okay, I'll just wear my underwear," said David, his heart sinking as
he saw Minot and Dalrymple enter the building behind then. Minot turned and
locked the door behind him.

"Okay, boys, get changed and we'll do a warm-up," David called out,
starting to strip down. He felt a little uncomfortable in just his white
skimpy pouched briefs.

Mac, Delroy and Tom stood by the pool in their Speedos waiting for Minot
and Dalrymple. "Hey, what's this?" mocked Minot incredulously, "what's with
the cover-ups? I thought this was bare-balls affair!" He grinned broadly at
the four of them. "Oh, MISTER Jones, are you dressed up in MY honour? I'm
very flattered, but you shouldn't have!"

"Just get a move on!" snapped David irritably.

It seemed neither of the two newcomers had brought their swim trunks
either, and they both joined them at poolside wearing their white
Y-fronts. Both crotches were bulging enticingly, and David couldn't help
himself glancing down as they lined up with the others in front of
him. Minot saw his gaze and smirked. Dalrymple had a sly grin on his face
from the moment he entered and it remained there throughout.

With a sigh, David got started. The lesson passed uneventfully enough,
though clearly neither Minot nor Dalrymple had any need of swimming lessons
-- at least not from someone such as David. If he had been a county-level
coach maybe he could have helped them. But they were way above David's
level and light-years ahead of the three other boys. Nevertheless they were
obliging enough and did what David told them. But their lips bore those
irritating superior smirks for the whole time.

When the lesson was over, at the time that David and the three boys usually
floated naked and touching each other in the water, there was an awkward
moment as no-one knew quite what to do next.

"How about a game of water polo?" suggested David, "we can split into two
teams of three." So David and Minot captained each team, Darlymple and
Delroy joined Minot while Tom and Mac joined David.

The game was actually quite fun, David had to admit, and soon all of them
were laughing as they launched themselves at one another mostly ignoring
the ball, in what eventually became an excuse for grabbing one another.

David began to realize what was happening when Dalrymple, leaping high out
of the water, failing to catch the ball as David grabbed it from in front
of him. As he sank back into the water, he grabbed David's crotch giving it
a painful yank. "Ahh!" yelled David, dropping the ball. Dalrymple instantly
retrieved it and in no time had scored a goal.

And so it went. Both Minot and Dalrymple missed no opportunity to grab
David's balls, or to yank at the waistband of his underwear -- underwear
that had become mostly transparent anyway.

The other boys, not to let the two newcomers get away with anything against
David, returned the grab-ass behaviour and quite soon everyone in the pool
was sporting an erection under their trunks or undies! The three with
underwear soon developed rips in them and tattered bits of material hung
down, exposing delectable hints of what was underneath them! These provided
more things to grab onto, until there was so little left on that their
genitals and their asses were mostly exposed.

David watched the clock at the end of the pool room, and hoped that he
could get them out before things deteriorated too far. The trouble was, of
course, that he was getting mightily turned on by this event and as his
erect cock finally burst from its decaying tatters, he really didn't care
that he had been determined to keep this all under control and to resist
being drawn into the game being played out by Minot and Dalrymple.

"David," hissed Mac when he got close to David, "you better end this quick!
Remember we're here to help you!" David nodded and called a halt to the
game.

As they all began to relax and calm down, floating around in the pool, more
or less as they'd always done before the newcomers joined them, they began
to form the human raft, holding onto one another. Minot and Dalrymple
joined with them and seemed quite relaxed joining in the idle
conversation. They all talked about the game and some of the more hilarious
moves. Minot began to play with David's cock. David relaxed a little. Maybe
this was going to be okay.

Dalrymple's hand slid up from underneath David and began to fondle his ass,
sliding his fingers into the crack and probe his hole. David
moaned. "Mr. Jones?" said Tom tentatively, "I think it's time we got back
to the dorm."

"Ah, yes, right quite right boys, off you go now, see you all on Monday."
David extricated himself from the situation and swam to the poolside. He
pulled himself out onto the deck and stood, water streaming off him, his
cock jutting from the few ridiculous remaining scraps of his underwear.

They all got dressed. Well, all except David who couldn't find his clothes
anywhere!

Minot and Dalrymple blithely denied any knowledge of David's stolen
clothes, "I think we -- BOYS -- have to go now, MISTER Jones," Dalrymple
grinned.

"David we can get you something to wear," suggested Mac anxiously.

"No you can't," stated Minot matter-of-factly. His tone said, `you better
not!' He herded them all out of the poolroom leaving David to make out the
best he could.

Not for the first time, David was leaving the school swimming pool
virtually stark naked. He walked slowly home through the Jungle -- the
overgrown rock gardens that were a Victorian banker's fantasy. As he
walked, head down watching his heavy cock swing bouncing off each thigh in
turn, he pondered his predicament anew. For all his good intentions, and
for all the reinforcement and encouragement of the boys, his carnal lust
continually got the better of him. When he got sexually aroused, he
completely lost sight of his goal! Even though the contempt was plain on
the faces of his two antagonists, he felt himself drawn into the spell they
were weaving. Minot was a strapping handsome hunk David had to admit. And
that Dalrymple! He was child-like and angelic. Both as sexy as hell! Oh
shit, what was he going to do?

The Jungle path he was on was quite dark, though a little moonlight shone
between the trees and overgrown clumps of bamboo, so he could make out the
path. He was walking slowly and quietly when he suddenly thought he could
hear voices. Stopping he focused on the direction and very quietly made his
way towards the sound. It sounded like very young voices and they were
giggling!

David reached the edge of a clearing and peered between the fronds of
bamboo. There in the moonlight were two young boys frolicking, both
completely naked! David was mesmerized. The were new first years -- and
being out this late was going to get them into a lot of trouble if they got
caught. Of course David realized he had caught them! But then, since he was
also naked, he could hardly burst out of the bushes and confront them,
could he?

He watched as they ran around and wrestled each other to the soft grass,
running their hands all over their bodies. They both had tiny little
erections. David was enchanted. As he watched, he noticed a slight movement
on the opposite side of the clearing. Someone else was watching!

David peered into the darkness but could not make out who it was. Every so
often there was a glint of something metallic. As he studied the shadows,
he became certain that someone was there taking photos of the boys! Must
have a really good low-light camera thought David, or maybe even an
infra-red.

Backing slowly deeper into the bushes, David backtracked on the path and
worked his way around the clearing to see if he could get near enough to
identify the stranger. He came up behind the person some ten yards away,
and stopped behind a large Sycamore tree. He could now clearly see a bulky
shape silhouetted against the brighter clearing where the naked boys were
still frolicking. The shape was squat and bulky, not very tall. He was
definitely holding some kind of camera up to his eyes.

David waited to see what would happen. The boys soon tired and stopped
their running around. There was a tender moment when they held each other
in their arms and kissed on the lips. Then with a giggle, they were off
into the Jungle and disappeared from sight. The dark shape packed away his
camera and turned walking right by David in his hiding spot. As he passed,
David almost gasped. Johnson! Horrible Hairy Johnson!

Suddenly David knew who had taken the flash camera shot the time he and the
boys were having their gymnastic sexual orgy in this same clearing last
term! Johnson! David was willing to bet that Johnson was somehow
responsible for the mysterious photos that had turned up in his mail over
the summer. David and Mac had discovered and searched Johnson's secret
hidden photo lab, but had not found those actual photos -- though he saw
many others of boys from years ago at the school.

David started to wonder what Johnson got out of all this photographing of
boys. Was it just to get a turn on -- or was something more sinister going
on?

A million questions ran through David's mind as he now hurried to get
home. When he got inside he realized that not only had his clothes
disappeared, but with them was the bloody disk that Minot had given him.

David walked into his living room and was startled to see a plain
unlabelled DVD sitting on his coffee table!

With trepidation he put it into the player and switched on the
television. David's heart leapt into his throat as he saw a series of video
clips showing the naked David Jones being mercilessly fucked by Minot and
face-fucked by Dalrymple! The dorm must have been fitted with the same
hidden camera system that he and Mac had discovered in one of the boys
shower rooms.

The second set of clips startled David even more. It was clearly taken from
a vantage point low on Dalrymple's desk, and David's naked cock was being
wanked by a hand, and shooting cum all over the desk and the work book
there! As the scene ended, and David rose up from his position, putting his
cock away, his face came into the camera view! There would be no denying it
was him!

Some clips of him and the boys in the swimming pool showed the four of them
mutually masturbating one another while floating around naked in the pool.

Finally there was a clip of David standing in the sand dunes at Camber on
the day that started it all. He was standing, eyes closed, clearly in bliss
while he jerked off with his cock only inches from the interested gaze of
three boys. At the moment that he shot his load, the camera did an extreme
close up and froze, so his purple slimy cock head filled the screen and
some globs of white cum were suspended in mid-flight. Superimposed on this
scene some words appeared. "5.30 in the morning, Mr. Jones."

The implied threat was crystalline clear.

After the rape incident in Mac's dorm, Minot had given David some orders
and now it seemed he had the ammunition that would enable him to enforce
them. He'd told David to arrive naked at the school each morning and to
climb into bed beside him ready to be fucked.

It was now almost midnight. David had no idea how to get out of this. He
had disobeyed the first time, and got landed with Minot and Dalrymple in
his swim class and of course they had something to do with losing all his
clothes. Who knew what more could happen to him if he continued to resist?
The threat of the DVD was obviously that it would get wider circulation if
he didn't cooperate. Since Minot had given him the disk, and Minot was
himself featured in the scene, someone else must have taken it. David
thought back to the discovery of Johnson's secret lair and the pictures
that had been taken all over the school by hidden cameras. Did this mean
that Minot and Johnson were working together? Or was Minot also being
blackmailed?

David's head was spinning with the tumult of his thoughts, theories and
counter theories. Was he going to show up at Minot's dorm at five-thirty?
Did he dare take the chance of refusing? He wished he could talk to one of
his team of helpers -- especially Reginald -- but it was now nearly one
o'clock and everyone he could think of would be fast asleep.

David heated some milk and put a shot of whisky into it to help him sleep
and went to bed. He set the alarm for 5 a.m.


The alarm shattered his confused and anxiety-ridden dreams after what felt
like a mere five minutes. Groggily he sat out on the side of the bed before
he could lay back and fall asleep again. It was Saturday, so no one would
be around too early. He quickly left the house as he was, wearing only a
pair of running shoes. He jogged through the Jungle, his cock flopping from
side to side, and soon found himself in the semi-darkness peering across
the school's front parking lot towards the turret entrance. Seeing nobody
around he quickly made the dash and was soon climbing the circular
staircase to the fourth floor dorms. As he thought about what he was
getting into and the reason for this early morning naked visit to the
school, his cock got the better of him and began to rise to the
occasion. Would he never be able to control this?

He crept along the corridor, cursing the old creaky floorboards. His cock
was now rock hard and pulsing, his asshole was twitching with
anticipation. He found against his better judgment, and completely in
contradiction to everything he'd agreed to with Reginald and the three
boys, that he wanted this to happen!

Reaching the door to Minot's dorm, he pushed the door open just enough to
enter. Gentle snoring sounds filled the room. The room was a little cool
because of the two open windows. Minot's bed was on the far side of the
room, close to Dalrymple's, but somewhat separated from the other four
beds. He crept silently over, slipped off his shoes and slid into the bed
beside Minot. He was suddenly conscious of the hidden camera that must be
watching him, even though the room was quite dark. He wondered if the tape
was rolling right now.

Minot, fast asleep when David climbed into the bed was also naked and as
David's naked body nestled next to his in the tiny bed, he began to
stir. David turned over so his back was towards Minot and they could spoon
together more comfortably without David hanging half out of the
bed. David's cock was leaking profusely now and he was laying on some cold
wet patches.

As he backed in to Minot's body, he could feel his cock, already hard,
pressing against his butt.

Minot, still half asleep, put his hand on David's thigh and thrust his body
forward, pushing his cock between David's legs. He sighed and began to rock
a little.

David felt himself being washed over with feelings of sensuality and a
rising volcano of sex. The whole situation, the danger, the secret
assignment to come here naked, to submit himself to this nineteen year-old
man, his own addiction to sex and to being dominated; these things were
combining with the powerful sexual stimulation he was now feeling to
overwhelm him and take him away to some unknown place. David felt for the
first time that he might be on the verge of losing his mind.

Minot's hand reached around and caught the head of David's copiously
leaking cock. The sensation made David gasp as bolts of electricity seemed
to shoot from his over-sensitized cock to all parts of his body. He thrust
his hips forward into Minot's large hand.

But Minot was not doing David any favours, he was simply collecting enough
of David's pre-cum to lubricate his own cock in preparation for penetrating
David.

The hand left David's cock and the cock between his legs withdrew. Seconds
later, the now slick cock was pushing directly on David's hole. David
relaxed and let it enter. It slid in smoothly and painlessly. David was
amazed at how receptive his hole now was to such a large cock -- and how it
had all happened in such a relatively short time.

Minot began a slow lazy fuck, sending more stimulation and jolts of
electricity through David. As he woke up, however, he became more urgent
and soon he pulled David close to him and rolled him over onto his front,
and began to really pound into David's ass.

David entered some kind of alternate reality in which he felt his identity
slipping away and he was floating in a universe where only his hole and
Minot's cock could exist. His entire attention was focused on this
connection between them.

Minot came in a violent convulsion in which he slammed his cock down,
pulling David's hips up and his cock swelled enormously, lengthening it and
driving it ever deeper into David's guts, squirting and pumping gushers of
cum. David could actually feel the convulsions in Minot cock and he could
feel the steaming hot streams cum shooting high into his innards.

When Minot stopped and collapsed onto David's back, David thought he had
perhaps died and gone to heaven. He was in a floating state of blissful
sensation, his ass full as it should be of a great cock. Yet even as he
floated in satisfied lust, he could feel the cock shrinking within, and
soon when Minot withdrew, he felt cold and empty.

Minot rolled off him, and whispered in his ear, "Go wake up Dalrymple," and
pushed him out of the bed. David crawled across the two-foot space between
their beds and climbed in beside the sleeping Dalrymple. The boy was also
naked and waiting for him. A similar process happened in this bed, and
Dalrymple as he woke up pushed David onto his back and pushed his knees up
in the air, and proceeded to fuck David with gusto. David couldn't help
wishing he'd taken the two of them in the reverse order! With his hole
stretched by Minot's cock, he could barely feel the long skinny cock of
Dalrymple! However, the boy did not last very long and soon he thrust hard
a couple of times and collapsed on David's stomach.

David couldn't help cradling the boy's head as it lay on his chest. He
wrapped his legs around his waist and just lay there for a few moments. Of
course, in all of this David had not achieved his own orgasm, so he was
still horny in a major way! His hard cock was trapped under Dalrymple's
body. Every twitch and movement the boy made sent jolts of sensation
through the hyper sensitive organ.

When Dalrymple's breathing calmed down somewhat he roused himself and
rolled off David and breathed, "Get out!" giving David a shove that sent
him onto the floor. David crawled over to his shoes, looking around the
dorm to see who was awake and seeing that everyone else still seemed
undisturbed, he silently tiptoed into the corridor and into the turret
stair well before putting his shoes back on.

Once away from the building in the early dawn light, David decided he might
as well take his morning run. So he veered off the path home and ran
through the hop fields and the apple orchards of this little Kentish
valley. There was a cool mist rising from the ground as the first light of
dawn was turning the sky pale to the east. Leaves on the trees were
beginning to turn and autumn was definitely in the air. "Season of mists
and mellow fruitfulness," as Keats had written.

David loved the fall; he loved the abundance of it all, the coming to
fruition of all that sex that went on during the spring. It seemed to him
at moments like this that the whole world was a huge sexpot, insatiable and
profligate, and the fruits of its loins were now spilling everywhere!

How like the turn his life was taking! The sexual ecstasy of the earlier
part of the year was now giving way to its fruition: the delightful
relationship with the boys; but also the unwanted interference of Minot,
Dalrymple and possibly Johnson. These were relationships that were equally
fruits of his actions.

He could not escape the thought that this fruitful paradise through which
he was jogging would soon fade away and die as winter took hold of the
fields.

What did that portend for his life? Was he looking towards his own demise
-- maybe not literally his death, but the death of his present life with
all the joy that he had found? Was his old life with Alice and his son now
dead also?

Next spring, of course, there would be a miraculous rebirth of all that
seems so dead in the winter. Would he also experience such a resurrection?
Would there be a happy outcome to all that seemed so ominous and
frightening right now?

David finished his run, stretched in his garden and then went indoors to
shower. He was quite oblivious of the number of people he had passed on the
trails, jogging or walking their dogs.



Saturday afternoon. It was the day of the meeting in Tunbridge Wells. David
drove into town, but the three boys took the bus so that they could not be
observed going with David. Reginald also drove his own car. Hopefully no
one would make any connection between them all.

Reginald and his private detective friend were the first to arrive. A suite
had been booked in the detective's name -- again to avoid any connection
with the school co-conspirators. When David arrived, the detective held his
finger up to his lips before David could say anything, and gestured him
into the centre of the room. The three boys were there already, but it
seemed Simon the newspaper reporter was late.

The detective, a plumpish man in his late fifies was holding an electronic
wand similar to those used at airport security. He indicated that David
should hold his arms out and spread his legs. He ran the wand all around
David's body. It did not beep, but a red light flashed. Reaching into
David's jacket pocket, he pulled out a tiny black disk the size of a shirt
button. After inspecting it carefully, he put it back into David's coat,
and indicated that David should remove the coat. He continued with the wand
and found another device somehow concealed in David's belt -- his pants had
to come off. Finally there was something in his shoe, so they came off.

David was now in a shirt, his underwear and sock. What a familiar scene
this was turning into!

The detective carefully folded the pants onto a hanger and hung the jacket
over them. He did a final sweep of the wand all over David again to make
sure, then he changed to a different device. With this one, he actually ran
the small pad all over David in contact with him, and he moved more
slowly. He smiled at David, indicating that silence was still required. A
light glowed near David's collar and again at his waist. The shirt and the
tee shirt were removed, and then the underwear had to be dropped. David was
surprised that the socks were allowed to stay.

David's clothes were folded up and the Detective left the sitting room and
took everything into his bedroom, where he hung them up beside an open
window. He returned and closed the door carefully.

"Hello, David," he said genially when it was all done, "my name is Max,
pleased to meet you." They shook hands. "Sorry about all that but, as you
see we can't be too careful can we? Are you warm enough -- would you like
to put something on?"

"No, I'm fine, this seems to be my normal state these days! What did you
find?"

"You have been bugged with some regular kinds of devices, but also with
some very sophisticated -- and expensive! -- devices that are hard to
detect without very specialized equipment. The labels on your shirt, tee
shirt and underwear all had them, so I expect that almost all of your
clothes have been tampered with!"

David was stunned by this news, no wonder the mysterious photographer was
able to be wherever David was engaged in his sexual activities!

"But why?" he asked in absolute amazement, "what's it all about?" The three
boys were equally flabbergasted.

"That," said Max portentously, is what we are all here to find out."

There was a gentle knock at the door. Simon was let in. He looked sharply
at David and opened his mouth, but shut it again as Max did the silence
routine with him. No bugs were found, not surprisingly.

"Now that's out of the way," said Reginald, "let's get down to
business. David, are there any further developments?"

"Yes, actually," said David settling comfortably in the sofa. Being the
only naked person in the room didn't seem to faze him at all. He told them
about the DVD that Minot had given him, of how he'd lost it and how it
mysteriously appeared on his coffee table. To explain all that he'd had to
describe the swim lesson and how he'd been forced to walk home naked.

"And did you show up at Minot's dorm as instructed?"

The boy's eyes bulged when David was forced to admit that indeed he had
shown up, and he described the fucking he'd received from both Minot and
Dalrymple.

"David!" said Mac in horror.

"Ahem!" Reginald coughed pointedly in Mac's direction.

"Sorry Mr. Bennett, I meant, Mr. Jones!"

"Well what's done is done," announced Reginald, "so let's not give
Mr. Jones a hard time. Perhaps it was wise to go through with it for now. I
think there is a good chance of blowing the lid off this thing if you
challenge them before we know what's really going on."

David smiled gratefully at him. He was feeling badly enough about the
episode as it was. Mostly he was angry at himself for his seeming inability
to rise above his cock. So to speak.

"These boys seem to feel they have you over a barrel," commented Mac. "They
think that you have everything to lose, and they have nothing to lose by
going public. Otherwise Minot would not have allowed his face to be seen on
the video."

"It also seems that Johnson is definitely connected somehow at least with
Minot. We can assume that only one person was photographing you at Camber
Sands. So the still pictures you got in the mail and this video were taken
by the same person. The stills could even be taken from the video."

"Then there is the issue of the electronic bugs in just about all your
clothes. I imagine your home is similarly compromised. We are going to have
to be extremely devious with communications." Mac paused for a moment
considering.

"David you are going to have to live a lie for a few weeks!"

David looked at him questioningly.

"What I mean is, that everything you say while you are at home, at the
school -- or for that matter, dressed -- is going to have to be extremely
circumspect. Every word you utter will have to be reinforcing false or
misleading information. The only time you can speak freely you must be
totally naked and far away from your clothes. You cannot be indoors at home
nor anywhere in the school premises!"

David gulped.

"Do you, erm, do you have ANY idea what could be going on?" asked David
feeling desperately out of his depth.

"Well, one thing is for damn sure, whatever it is, it's worth a LOT of
money. These bugs don't come cheap, so somewhere, someone is making a lot
of money off you, David m'boy!"

"Doing what?" asked Tom, completely flummoxed.

"Well, that's what we don't know. But given the things you've seen --
photos, videos, hidden cameras in boys shower rooms -- I think we can guess
that the porn industry figures in this somehow. Perhaps the child porn
industry, or at least the `teen porn' lot. I'm sure if we looked around the
internet long enough, we'd find some of your boys, and you, David, doing
your stuff for a paying audience."

They all stared at him.

"In fact," Mac paused looking suddenly surprised at his own line of
reasoning, "in fact -- how much did you say you got from those fetish
shows?"

"Oh, it was more than fifteen thousand or so-" David stopped, his jaw
dropping, "you don't mean -"

"Why would they pay you that much if they were not earning much much more
from your performance? From what I hear," Mac smiled as David blushed, "It
was QUITE a performance. Performances," he corrected.

"The thing is, we have to figure who is behind it all. If Johnson is
involved, and it seems pretty conclusive that he is, and he's the one
running around your Jungle at night with a camera, then he is definitely
NOT the boss man. He may not even know the who the boss is!"

"So how do we begin?" asked Mac in frustration.

Reginald piped up, "We have found out quite a lot just by biding our
time. Of course poor David does seem to be in a position of having to go
along with these two perfectly horrible boys -- well in Minot's case, I use
the term `boy' fairly broadly -- in order to forestall the whole thing
blowing wide open -"

"Hey! Wait a minute!" yelled Delroy suddenly. He had been very quiet the
whole afternoon, and almost everyone had forgotten he was there. They all
turned toward him.

"If SOMEONE is making so much money off of Davi - of Mr. Jones - " he
glanced warily at Reginald Bennett, who smiled slightly, "they are not
going to blow the lid off, it's just a con to keep David in line!"

"Well, done, young Delroy!" exclaimed Max. "Of course you're right! Why
didn't I think of that?"

"Hmm," said Reginald, "I've read a lot about the spy business in the second
world war. One thing that struck me was that when the Allies had cracked
the Nazi secret code, they deliberately avoided acting on anything so the
Nazis wouldn't know the code was compromised."

"You cunning old devil," smiled Max, "you are suggesting we should go along
with their schemes pretending that David feels as trapped as they would
like him to be, until we see more clearly into this thing?"

"That is what I was thinking," said Reginald, "only - " he looked toward
David, "what do you think David? You are the one who will be required to
subjugate yourself to these two abusive sexual fiends!"

David almost giggled, but managed to restrain himself and to put on an
expression that he hoped would look to the others like
pained-long-suffering-for-the-good-of-mankind. He was suddenly faced with
immense relief that he was: a) NOT imminently going to be exposed to the
public as a teen-molester, lose his job and go to jail; and b) able to
continue to have some of the best sex of his life all as part of the plan
to catch the bad guys. Not a bad outcome!

"Oh, well I think I can continue for now," he said blithely, "now that I
know they are bluffing. It was the fear factor that was killing me. The
sex, degradation and abuse I can cope with."

They all stared at him with some amazement.

"What I mean is," David hastened to explain, "they haven't done anything
too bad to me so far."

"So far!" snorted Mac indignantly.

"Yes," Mac is quite right, announced Reginald, "we must have some means of
monitoring what's going on and a plan to rescue you if things get totally
out of hand. After all, we think Minot is in on the scheme, but we don't
know how under control he is or if he or Dalrymple might go off on their
own plans without consulting their masters."

"Or mistresses," added David, thinking of Julia.

"Quite," said Reginald.

"Um," said Simon, who had likewise been silent most of the time, they
turned to him, "this is a potentially explosive story, you know. Depending
on who is behind it, how widespread it is, how much money is involved, this
could be the biggest child-porn story in history! And I don't mean just in
this country -- I mean world wide!"

"Wow!" breathed Tom, his eyes sparkling.

"The tough thing is," continued Simon, "to find the right angle that will
spare the boys here -- and any of the other victims -- and also avoid
crucifying David. I'd have to say that Minot and Dalrymple are probably in
the category of victims too," he looked almost apologetically at the group.

Mac, who had been friends with Minot last term, grimaced and said, "Yeah, I
guess you're right. Doesn't make what he's doing to David right though!"

Reginald coughed politely, "No of course not. Ah, erm, however Minot is not
the only one to plot to take advantage of a school master and to force him
into compromising sexual situations, now is he?" He spoke gently and looked
unblinkingly directly into Mac's eyes. Reginald's eyes were a piercing ice
blue.

Mac instantly proved that black people do blush! His face darkened and his
eyes dropped and even some tears formed. "Right," he said huskily.

David moved over beside him and put his arm around his shoulder, "It's
okay," he whispered. Mac smiled crookedly.

"I would think, Simon," continued Reginald, that you would also be
concerned that this whole thing be kept as confidential as possible until
the story can be broken. That means we have to be careful not to let some
other newspaper scoop you?"

Simon smiled, "Very good Mr. Bennett! Yes, I would hate one of those rags
to get the story before we are ready! I want to break this story when we
have got to the very top of whatever organization that's running this thing
-- AND that is running similar rings in other schools. I can't imagine this
is the only one, it's far too elaborate!"

David and the boys all gasped at this thought. They had not dreamed any of
this!

"David, I'm thinking that we are casting you in the role of `our man on the
inside,' what do you think?"

David rose dramatically to his feet, his feet in white socks, stark naked,
his meaty cock hanging down over his voluptuous testicles. He saluted with
a serious look on his face and intoned, "It is a far, far better thing I
do, than I have ever --"

"Oh shut up, you idiot," Simon laughed, giving him a playful shove on the
shoulder that send him backwards into an undignified tangle of naked legs
and exposed bumhole onto the sofa.

Everyone laughed uproariously.

When the laughter died down a bit, Reginald said, "Okay, I think we should
take a bit of a break for a few minutes, I have ordered some snacks that
should be here in a few minutes," a knock sounded at the door. Everyone
turned to look at Reginald Bennett as if he'd performed a magic trick. "Ah,
right on time."

Mac opened the door to a very cute young waiter who wheeled a trolley of
food and drinks into the room. He fussed around arranging the food on the
table, plugging in the coffee warmer and generally delaying his departure
partly to ensure that someone had time to get his tip organized but mostly
so he could steal occasional looks at the gorgeous naked guy sitting on the
sofa.

"Is everything satisfactory Sir?" he asked when he could delay no longer,
seemingly addressing David's cock.

"Oh, it all seems very nice," replied a startled David, glancing down at
his cock as if to see whatever the waiter was looking at. He looked up into
the waiter's eyes. The poor waiter suddenly seemed to realize what he was
doing, and jerked his gaze up into David's. He blushed a truly dark and
embarrassing crimson. He was so embarrassed that tears formed in his eyes
and his throat dried up.

He struggled to utter a word, "Ah, oh sir yes no, I mean ah good god thank
you pleasure!" he closed his eyes and might have breathed, "oh shit!" but
no one could be sure.

"It's perfectly alright," the unflappable Reginald assured him, smiling
genially, "here, take this for your trouble," and he pressed a five-pound
note into the startled young man's hand.

There was coffee and tea, some pop for the boys and some wine and
beer. Small sandwiches and little bits of things on crackers, some cheeses
and some fruit. All in all it was a very nice selection of snacks. They
were all suddenly ravenous and made a sizeable hole in the table full of
food.

"David, can I ask you something?" asked Simon, sitting down on the sofa
beside him with a plate of food in one hand and a glass of Bordeaux in the
other.

"Sure," said David around a mouthful of Double Gloucester and Ritz. He
sipped his own wine.

"How are you feeling about all this?" Simon waved his arm around the room
seeming to indicate all the people in the room and, David inferred, all the
plans.

"Well, I suppose I'm relieved that I'm not on my own. There have been some
very scary moments in the last few months, you know."

"I can imagine. What I meant was, how do you feel about all the sex you are
being forced into?"

David stopped chewing and looked directly at Simon. It occurred to him all
of a sudden that he was becoming a part of history. Maybe even History with
a capital `H'! He considered his words carefully before replying.

"Simon, I'm feeling that I almost have some kind of duty to be completely
honest with you. If this thing is as big as you seem to think, then every
conversation we have could become part of the record, right?" Simon nodded
tensely, "Okay then, let me try to explain." David sipped his wine and
swallowed. "I really only discovered sex this summer, just before the end
of term. I'd never had sex with guys before, and I now realize that I'd
never really had sex with women either!"

Simon looked at him questioningly, "I thought you had a kid? Isn't that
kinda difficult without having sex?"

David laughed, "Yeah, I suppose so! But I'd never had SEX!" he emphasized
the word. "I had an orgasm inside my wife, but I never got transported to
the stars! I never saw fireworks! I couldn't say it was fantastic!"

"And sex with these boys was fantastic?" asked Simon softly.

"It was. I don't think it was just these boys, though. My wife hit the nail
on the head. It is sex with other males. Any other males!"

Simon looked at him over his glass, "ANY other males?"

David looked at him. His cock stirred, and since he was naked there was no
hiding his interest. They both looked down at David's cock at the same
time, and then looked up into each other's eyes. They smiled.

"Yes I see what you mean," said Simon dryly.

"Oops," David grinned.

"I must say you seem very relaxed about being naked with all these people
around."

"Believe me it is still relatively new, but it does seem to happen with
remarkable frequency."

"Tell me about that."


As David and Simon chatted, the boys were excitedly exploring the suite,
poking into the bedroom with it's huge screen television and the
magnificent bathroom with it's large Jacuzzi. They had to be silent in the
bedroom where David's clothes were hanging in the window busily
broadcasting traffic noises back to -- whoever was listening.

They shut the bathroom door and ran the Jacuzzi full of water, then
stripped and got in together. Mac emptied some bubble stuff to make the
water froth. The nozzles tickled their bodies in unexpected places. They
were like little children in their delighted reactions. Mac had turned
fifteen over the summer and the other two would be fifteen soon. They had
all grown remarkably during that couple of months, and though neither of
them noticed the fact in themselves or each other, it was dramatically
obvious to everyone else.

Tom had grown taller and skinnier. Mac was beefier and was looking more
adult, even showing hair on his face now. Delroy was both taller and
heavier. He looked as though he could be in the late teens.

They each lay back in the bubbling cauldron with their legs intertwined. It
was a curious fact that these three boys, although they had played some
kinds of sexual or nudity games throughout their entire school lives with
one another, and each one would have called the others close friends, they
had never exactly thought of themselves as sex partners, and especially had
not thought of themselves as `gay' until they got involved with David; or
to put it more accurately, not until they had conspired to seduce David and
compromise him in the way that they did.

Now they when they played together it seemed to be more than just kids
fooling around. They had feelings for one another.

Their hands and feet were interacting and fingers were poking between
toes. Hands were running up long lithe legs in the soapy water. Hands
gently fondled scrotums hanging low and relaxed in the warm water. Moans
and sighs rose amid the mountainous foam. Tentative and barely perceptible
fingers touched the shafts of plump flaccid cocks. Blood flowed and shafts
engorged with urgent juices. Purple mushroom heads flared with
desire. Writhing sub marinated touches inflamed the passions of
over-stimulated erectile tissues. White billowing flowers of water seeded
with microscopic sperms with frantically thrashing tails propelling them
towards an unattainable goal erupted amidst the foaming splashes of
teenaged boys jerking each other to orgasm.

They lay back spent and breathless.

Tom, emotional and impulsive reached out to touch the faces of his friends
said simply, "I love you guys."

The other two, surprised at the sincerity in his voice and the adult
sentiment he was obviously expressing, held his hands against their cheeks.

"Yeah," said Delroy huskily, "I love you too, Tom." He leaned forward and
kissed the skinny white kid on the lips. They had never kissed each other
before.

Mac watched the scene feeling his entire life's perspective changing around
him. "Tom," he said. Tom looked at him. "I love you too."

Mac reached out and took both their hands in his. "We three have to
remember this time. Soon our lives are going to go in different
directions. Who knows what we'll be doing. But I think we have to remember
this as our moment. I love both of you."

They huddled together, faces touching, their hands around one another's
heads, the tears that began to stream down their faces mingled and dropped
into the water bubbling around them.

Was it just the sex? Or were they really feeling such genuine adult
emotions? Who can say?


In the other room where the four men were finishing their wine and the
remaining food, Simon said, "Where are the boys?"

"I heard the Jacuzzi water running," said Max.

"Ah," said Simon.

"I hope they are not making enough noise to alert the listener to the
bugging devices," said Max with some concern.

David jumped up and opened the bedroom door. "No," he said, they've closed
the bathroom door and they are very quiet. I'm sure we can trust them."

"Max?" David sat next to the detective, "those bugging devices threw me for
a loop. But I just thought of something. We were all at my house last week
discussing bringing you and Simon in and having this meeting in town. Do
you suppose that those plans were overhead, and if so - then whoever it is
knows all about us?"

"I've been thinking about that," Max responded. "We may have to have some
kind of a decoy plan to throw suspicion in the wrong direction. One plan
for the eavesdroppers to hear, and the real one that we keep secret."

"What an incredibly devious mind you have," laughed David. "It won't be
easy to do though."

"No, but let me think about it for a bit, then at our next meeting we'll
figure something out."

They returned to their discussion of strategy - the 'real' strategy. Simon
had agreed to contact the Headmaster to discuss the idea of an article on
the school and their methods. This was to be a general piece about
specialized state boarding schools. It was in reality an idea that he had
developing over the last couple of years, though it had no `hook' up until
now. He had already done some interviews at a number of similar school
around the country, so he would be able to refer the Headmaster to the
Heads of those other schools. It would sound pretty legitimate while
committing him to no particular publishing deadline. It would also give him
an excuse to poke around the school talking to all kinds of people. One
never knew what might transpire.

"David," said Max, "I'm wondering if the fact that you have been targeted
for this scheme -- what ever it is -- was just coincidental, or if it goes
back to some previous event that might have identified you as a `mark'."

"Oh," said David uncertainly, wondering what to say to that.

"What I need to know David, and this may be a tad embarrassing," he looked
down at David's naked body sitting on the sofa, "more embarrassing," he
added.

"Was there a time in your past when you engaged in sexual behaviour like
this with other boys -- say when you were in high school or even junior
school?"

David frowned, "No, I don't think so. I was never really involved in sexual
stuff with other kids. I did play naked games but that's about it."

"Ah, `naked games', what did you do exactly?"

"You know, Truth or Dare stuff. We'd have to drop our pants or run around
the block with no clothes on, something like that."

"How many kids involved?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe six of us at the most. Four boys, two girls."

"Do you remember names?"

"Yeah, I think so." David rhymed them off and Max duly wrote them
down. Also addresses -- David recalled more or less where they lived at the
time, though often not the exact address.

When David asked why Max was collecting this information he said, "I need
to do some scratching around to see if there are any possible links to the
people who are involved with pulling your strings right now. It may be a
long shot, but I can't help thinking that someone had marked you from the
beginning -- even before you started at the school."

"Well, there is that connection between Alice's father and Julia's fetish
club," David reminded them all. "I'm sure Julia had something to do with
ensuring I got the job so I'd be available and cooperative."

"Yes, I haven't forgotten that, but the photographs and hidden cameras
seems to be a whole other layer to this onion," he paused thinking,
"however, I haven't ruled anything out yet."

The three boys returned quietly shutting the bedroom door. Their hair was
damp and they all looked clean and fresh, sporting slight contented smiles
on their faces.

"What'd we miss," asked Tom eagerly.

"We solved the case, and the cops are on the way to make the arrests right
now," David announced with a straight face.

"Whaaat!" howled Tom, "ahhh man!"

Mac punched him on the shoulder, "He's kidding you Tom!"

"Speaking of the police," Max took up the cue, "we can't forget that at
some point we are going to need them. We also need to record every incident
and keep secure every piece of evidence. David, you should give me the DVD
and the photos with the post-marked envelope. I'll keep them safe and off
the premises so they cannot get `lost'. We have to remember that your only
protection in this thing is that someone is blackmailing you. And we have
to be able to prove it."

They all nodded soberly, then he added, "David, do you have a lawyer?"

"No!" David was startled.

"Might be a good idea to get one. Just in case," he added seeing the look
of concern in David's face. "I'll look into some local names, see if I can
recommend someone."

So the plan, if it could be called that, was set. David was to fall in with
whatever outrageous demands Minot and Dalrymple made of him; Simon would
show up at the school to continue his series on schools for special needs
boys; Max would research not only David's childhood friends but also he
would do criminal reference checks on every adult connected with the school
-- starting with Johnson! The boys were to keep their eyes and ears open,
their heads down, be a support to David and sound the alarm if he should
need urgent rescue! Reginald Bennett, from his vantage point as the only
adult inside the school who could wander around at will without raising any
suspicions, would do what he did best -- be a non-entity that everyone
would ignore and underestimate. But Reginald, David was starting to
realize, was a very clever man and he was rapidly becoming the mastermind
of the venture!


The only flaw in the plan -- and it was a major one -- was that it left
David with a reason to continue to be subjected to humiliation, domination
and sexual abuse at the hands of the two bullying students. David found
himself thinking that the `reason' was actually more like an `excuse' to
indulge in a behaviour that he knew was destructive but that he was finding
progressively harder to resist. In his mind it was becoming a race against
time. Would they solve the puzzle, find the offenders -- and indeed uncover
the nature of the offense (if there was in fact an offense) -- and bring
them to justice, or at least close them down, before David found himself
hopelessly lost in an addiction to sexual depravity?


Mac was having much the same train of thought. He had begun to catch a
glimpse of the fatal weakness in David's character. He felt too young and
immature to know what he could possibly do about it. He had felt betrayed
and abandoned when David behaved the way he did in the showers and the dorm
after the soccer match. He couldn't understand why David didn't stand up
for himself, or just walk away refusing to be drawn into Minot's mind
games. On the other hand he kept returning to the fact the he had been the
one who had started the whole chain of events that directly led to the
seduction of David Jones! His emotions around David were becoming more and
more complicated as guilt and self-recriminations piled themselves upon
love and desire, with a healthy dose of disgust into the bargain. Who he
was disgusted with he wasn't quite sure -- maybe it was David and maybe it
was Spencer Macdonald! As he muddled his way through these conflicting
thoughts and emotions, he came to one astounding conclusion:

Somehow, it was up to him to solve this dilemma and to rescue David from
his sexual predators and from his own weakness of character!