Date: Wed, 15 Mar 2006 12:07:32 -0000
From: Gymnopedies <gym@softhome.net>
Subject: School Discipline - Will 2

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

Gymnopedies   March 2006
gym@softhome.net


School Discipline - Will 2
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It was a long walk home. Will concentrated on putting one foot in front of
the other, each step a painful reminder of the ordeal he had just been
forced to endure, the aching of his bruised arse cheeks causing him to gasp
with discomfort. With each step, he found himself becoming more and more
angry, as the emotions built up inside him. It was all so unfair. That
bastard Skelton had had it in for him almost from the very first moment
that the man had arrived in the school. The teacher had obviously got a big
kick out of watching the punishment and seeing Will made to stand naked
with his hard cock pointing out in front of him, then seeing him fastened
over the punishment stool, crying, as his arse was paddled, and finally
watching closely as he'd been jacked to orgasm. The intense humiliation was
only now starting to hit home. Will cursed himself for a fool for admitting
that he was gay. The eighteen year old knew that in spite of Josh imposing
"Rule 14", the news would be all over the school by lunch time
tomorrow. Not only was he finished as Head Boy, he was also finished at
that school; there was no way he could show his face there again now. A sob
forced itself out through gritted teeth and he quickly wiped his eyes with
his sleeve. Crying in the street; had he really sunk this low? He turned
into the front gate of his house, grateful that at least his parents
weren't home and that he'd have time to settle himself down before they
appeared. His hand trembling, he aimed his key at the lock.

"Will? You OK?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You going to help me out with it?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Shit!" Michael repeated.

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

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

"Yeah, but what happens until then?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, OK. See you tomorrow."

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




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

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

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

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

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

"How's things?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ooh, is little Mikey getting all upset?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wrong answer," the man leered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sir! Mr. Skelton!"

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

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

"But sir..."

"Back into line!" Skelton roared.

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

"Just a few weeks," said Will.

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

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

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

"You think so?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thanks."

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

"What the...?"

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

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

"Pool," Simon replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, but call me Josh."

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

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

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

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

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

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




"Will, you've got a visitor."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What's happening about Skelton?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Can I come in?"

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

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

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

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

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

"I can stay," Michael shrugged.

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

"Sure," said Michael. "Thanks."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Me too."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Michael?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Scared? Scared of what?" asked Will.

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

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

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

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

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

"Sure," Will nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

**END**

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

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