Treacle Tower

Lucas and Kit

Part 1

From the first year of secondary school, Lucas had everything going for him. He was a young prefect (a role inherited from primary school), a subject ambassador and was fairly typical of those "popular" or "cool" kids you see on American teen sitcoms, the type with hundreds of friends already and who get new ones on a whim. That was Lucas – a nice, friendly boy and seen as a real asset to the school.

Most of the "friends" didn't mean much to him, Lucas saw a considerably chunk of them more as acquaintances. He liked them but didn't consider most of them anything more than that. Because he had been seen as having potential and setting a shining example by teachers, his being raised above the rest of the year separated Lucas from real friendship and he didn't have a "best" friend as such.

Kit on the other hand was near enough the opposite of Lucas. He was a recluse, socially-awkward and shy only child, a product of bullying at his previous school that had zapped all his confidence and reduced a once bubbly boy to a nervous quivering wreck. He had been bullied fairly badly to the point where any friends he had managed to make and hold on to didn't last long, so he didn't have anybody he could trust with things. This left him socially isolated among his peers and dependent on the teachers for any form of interaction whatsoever.

Seeing how miserable their son was and how unhelpful the school was with regards to the bullying, the decision was taken to up sticks and leave not just the school but the entire area. And that's what happened. The family relocated, found new jobs and schools and started again.

Kit's family weren't particularly rich, but they weren't particularly poor either, in fact his parents had bought Kit up to be grateful for what he had regardless. After all there was always somebody worse off than yourself. In an ideal world Kit wanted to be home schooled but that was out of the question on cost grounds, and anyway his parents thought it was better for him long term to mix with other kids to try and build some confidence back in him.

So after a whirlwind of enrolement and uniform buying, it was Kit's first day at his new school. He was paired up with Lucas as a buddy to show him the ropes and look after him for a few days. The school had been made aware of Kit's background and deliberately chosen Lucas to buddy him in a chalk and cheese setup but didn't fill Lucas in – the underlying aim being to encourage Kit to open up.

This wasn't the first time Lucas had buddied a new kid – he had seen a handful of shy kids who initially take a while to get going but then suddenly burst into life and its as if they'd been there years. Kit was something else though – literally a little boy, same age as Lucas but short for his age who seemed scared of his own shadow. Initially this didn't concern Lucas as he was mature enough to know everybody was different, but to him Kit seemed to be a likeable young man.

From the outset, Kit appeared to settle in, under the guidance and buddying of Lucas who was also in a handful of the same classes. Progress though was very slow and often non-existant – many kids gradually begin to open up, but not Kit. For Lucas it was hard work to have a conversation with Kit, but when it did happen it was very stop-start. He suspected there was something holding the boy back but he would have to work with him to discover what it is.

It was Kit's underlying social-awkwardness and lack of self confidence that was his undoing of this so-far good new school life. He had just finished changing for PE class when he inadvertedly bumped into another boy – a total accident and a simply 'sorry' would have solved the problem. But reluctant to say anything, Kit just walked off giving the impression of being rude.

The boy he bumped into took exception to this and followed Kit out of the changing room and deliberately pushed him into the wall and then to the floor. Instead of getting up, Kit just lay there, curled himself up into a defensive ball and began to silently cry. The act of being shoved into the wall stirred memories of Kit's past experiences up and it overwhelmed him. Curling up into a ball was what he'd done at his previous school while he was being bullied and this was his way of dealing with it.

In fact Kit refused to move from where he'd landed and curled himself up and he ignored all efforts to get him to shift. He only responded to Lucas, who had had to be dragged out of another class to come and get Kit off the floor of the PE wing.

After some discussion between them, Kit eventually relaxed, uncurled himself from the position he was in and sat up to face Lucas. Although Kit hadn't intended to behave this way, he didn't know how else to deal with the situation. Lucas acted maturely, refusing to condone Kit's behaviour but being careful not to encourage it either. After a bit more discussion, Kit was back on his feet but had now missed a large chunk of the lesson.

Kit's inability to defend himself and seemingly want to be a victim was an opportunity that was soon taken for Kit to be regularly bullied again for seemingly trivial things. In fact having a public meltdown didn't help matters as it served as a catalyst for all of this.

To his credit Lucas did try to step in and defend Kit but because of all his school roles, Lucas couldn't be there all the time to protect Kit, plus Lucas had been told by the older prefects he couldn't concentrate exclusively on one kid but had to rotate himself amongst anybody else who wanted him otherwise what was the point of the system?

Perhaps aware that his "guardian" was tied up in other issues, the bullies continued to torment Kit, by now seemingly relegated to the fact that he was destined to be a punching bag for others and in real danger of undoing what good Lucas had done for him. Kit was in a real quandry – he didn't want to upset his parents and force yet another expensive move to goodness only knows where but on the other hand in a sense being the school punching bag was familiarity to him.

Kit felt safe at home and around Lucas, but knew in the back of his mind this couldn't last forever – interventions usually worked for a day or two and would then the bullying would start again. It was almost like there was a plot for every kid in the school to get Kit.

Lucas was fed up of the constraints being a young prefect, ambassador and a buddy were putting on him, because he liked Kit and hated seeing him being bullied. He was considering jacking the job in altogether, but that would probably make him unpopular with the older prefects and upset the staff as he was near enough a model pupil, but it would allow him to help Kit who seemed in need of more help than Lucas could currently provide. It was a six of one and half a dozen of the other situation.

His mind was ultimately made up one morning when he spotted Kit being bullied again. Going over to intervene, Lucas was horrified to find out the bully this time was a fellow older prefect who was dishing out orders to the younger kids to beat up Kit. By now Kit was cowering on the floor, his arms protecting his head and was not far off being kicked. He was back in his meltdown state in a carbon copy of the PE wing incident. This was the same prefect who had warned Lucas off against concentrating on one kid.

It suddenly dawned on Lucas. Because this prefect either didn't like Kit or knew he wouldn't fight back (and that he was a buddy of Lucas), if anything happened to Kit it would look really bad on Lucas. It was pretty much a framed setup, which Lucas did not like one bit.

"Come on," encouraged the older prefect. "You know this is a rite of passage to graduate to senior prefect, right, tormenting your buddy?"

"No it isn't," replied Lucas.

"Yeah well it is now. And I'm going to report you for being a shit buddy and letting him get into this state." He went to kick Kit but stopped short. "Unless you kick him here and now."

"No." He tried to make eye contact with Kit, who averted his gaze. There was no twinkle or spark in the smaller boy's eyes, and Lucas knew he couldn't do it.

"Come on Lucas, if you don't kick him I will."

"No, I can't," said Lucas, backing and turning away with intent to report his colleague.

"Fine," said the older boy. With this he started to kick Kit fiercely. "Do us a favour kid and just die."

It was Kit's genuine yelps of pain from the kicks that motivated Lucas. He turned around again and punched the older prefect across the face with some considerable force knocking him to the ground, bringing the rest of the watching crowd to silence. Lucas was normally not the violent type.

"Leave. Him. Alone," snarled Lucas.

"Oh you are so demoted," said the older prefect, checking for blood on his face. Ignoring him, Lucas pulled Kit to his feet and hoisted him up fireman style. As he turned around carrying Kit, the older prefect shouted "You'll never prefect in this school again!" Lucas's response was to turn round again and silently raise his middle finger at the prefect.

Lucas immediately took Kit to the nurse to get some treatment if needed, then carted himself off to the headteacher to confess what was going on before anybody else jumped in to stir things up. He knew he'd probably get suspended for fighting, would lose his prefect role and probably not be allowed to buddy again. On the plus side, if he fessed up from the off it might get him some kudos and a slight reprieve rather than trying to cover it up.

As it turned out the headteacher had seen the entire incident on the CCTV system and while they couldn't condone what Lucas had done in thumping the prefect, it was fully understandable as to why he'd done it. While Lucas prepared to respond to the "do you have anything to say" question, there was a small knock on the door. The headteacher opened the door and there stood Kit, slightly shaking and constantly gazing at the floor.

He was invited in and sat next to Lucas. Initially he tried to absorbe Lucas of all blame and involvement to take the flak himself, in an attempt, Lucas spotted, to get out of the school and away from his tormentors. The camera footage however told a different story.

"Anything else you want to tell me?" asked the headteacher to Kit who sat there quietly.

"Kit, nothing's going to change with your situation unless you tell somebody." Kit remained silent. "Please." Kit again said nothing, leaving Lucas exasperated in his seat. He thought about speaking out but ultimately chose not to.

"You can go now," said the headteacher. "As you were."

"Why didn't you say something?" asked Lucas as they left the office. "You can't go on like this, you're better than this!"

"No I'm not," said Kit dejectedly. "I'm a washed up friendless loser." With this his face turned sad and he looked like he was about to burst into tears.

"Come here," responded Lucas soothingly. He gave Kit a reassuring hug as he spoke. "You're not a loser. You're a great kid. You just need to toughen up a bit. Okay?" Kit nodded and wiped his eyes. "Come on, let's get ice cream."

The older prefect had other ideas and he collared Lucas and Kit as they were leaving, so he and a large group of other prefects formed a circle around the boys and quickly moved in, forcing them back to back. A couple of the prefect group grabbed Kit and pinned his arms securely behind his back and pulled him to the floor holding him secure, while Lucas was pulled up at the collar straight into the face of the older prefect.

"Important committee meeting. You're so fucking fired from everything after you thumped me. But here's how it is going to be. I know you've wanted to move up the prefect rank, even the prefect staff want to see you rise, they clearly think the sun shines out your arse. I don't. However I have personally endorsed your promotion, you know the perks that come with it, all I have to do is sign a piece of paper." He put Lucas down, took out a rolled up sheet of A4 from his inside blazer pocket and handed it to Lucas who unrolled it and gasped at its contents.

"Wow!" he exclaimed, before catching a glimpse of Kit struggling against his captives. "What's the catch?"

"Give this runt a really hard kick. In the nuts. Pretend he's a rugby ball. That's all you have to do and this new world of responsibility is yours. You deserve it Lucas and you've earned it. What do you say?" The older prefect stepped back giving Lucas a clear run towards Kit. The boy moved towards Kit, still holding the paper in his hand and switching his attention between it and Kit. The promotion would look really good on his CV when he left school, it was a major kudos bargaining chip, plus it would also give Lucas a real say in the running of the school, more responsibility and a small financial reward.

However all of this pailed into insigificance when Lucas's gaze fell onto Kit, who was looking at him with a big puppy dog eyes expression, silently pleading for help. When Lucas met the boy's gaze, he knew what he had to do. The memory of seeing Kit curled up in a ball on the floor of the PE wing was fresh in his mind and it scared Lucas that anybody could be reduced to that. Kit had grown on Lucas and subsequently meant more to him than anything the prefects could offer. He could tell from looking at Kit's puppy dog eyes expression that it was more than just a shot in the dark – he really liked Lucas and was willing to start trusting again.

"You can take your prefect offer," shouted Lucas, turning round to face the boy who had just confronted him, "and you can shove it up your arse. I quit as a prefect."

"Lucas, Lucas, Lucas. You quit, you'll lose everything. All your important friends and contacts are prefects or prefects in training. They won't talk to you again. You won't get back in, I'll guarantee that and I will also put paid to you being a buddy and ambassador. You'll become a spineless friendless loser like that little shit there." Lucas thought about this for a second.

"Let Kit go," Lucas asked those holding him, before pulling him free. He handed Kit his prefect badge and tie cover, followed by a small pair of scissors. "Cut them up for me please. You won't get into trouble." Kit reluctantly obliged and the look on the older prefect's face as the badge and tie cover fell to the floor in multiple pieces was iconic.

"You're dead! So fucking dead! Come on guys, let's get out of here. Lucas you're termined from prefects effective immediately. Come on guys, leave Uncool and Uncooler be." The crowd dispersed, leaving Lucas and Kit alone together again.

"And that's that!" exclaimed Lucas. "Never really liked it anyway. Hope you're grateful."

"You're giving up everything you've earned just for me?" said Kit quietly, in a shaky voice, not quite sure how to respond.

"Yeah suppose I am. I may have lose the prefects but I gained you. Be my friend?" responded Lucas. Kit responded to this with a raw show of emotion and a hug, proving to Lucas that the puppy dog eyes weren't lying.

"Yeah okay, that'll do. We have one more thing to do then I'll get you ice-cream."

Lucas and Kit went back to the headteacher's office and under active encouragement from Lucas, Kit poured out his heart about the entire bullying situation he'd endured both here and at his past school, how Lucas had done his best under the circumstances to help and defend him, and also spoke about the older prefect was a key bully of him.

Listening to Kit speaking, Lucas could feel nothing but empathy for him. He really needed a friend and had been bottling his emotions up seemingly for a very long while. After the boy had finished pouring, Kit looked to Lucas a lot happier and was well in deserving of ice-cream.

The end result of this was the bullying prefect was himself suspended and later excluded. Lucas ultimately didn't have to pack in his prefect role but he chose to in exchange for not receiving any punishment or disciplinary over the thumping. He voluntarily gave up his buddy and subject ambassador roles too, as they had become too much of a tedious ritual. He had a new challenge – rebuilding Kit. It wouldn't be easy but Lucas saw potential in him. The boy's comment of "washed up friendless loser" rang in Lucas's head.

As expected, when Lucas was no longer a prefect and a social magnet, a large chunk of those kids who were just hanging around with him because he was a prefect stopped doing that, and so Lucas's social circle fell away dramatically. That was to be expected but Lucas hardly missed any of them.

The rebuilding of Kit had started. Lucas firstly spent as much time with him as he could getting to know the boy properly to be a real friend and also opening up his own life to Kit in the process to return the process. Lucas hid nothing from Kit, he couldn't do it as Kit had already put so much trust into him simply by letting Lucas into his life. This would allow Lucas to guide and encourage Kit into activities that would be of benefit to the boy. The confidence would follow later – he had trouble starting and holding conversations with other people and only seemed to be happy at doing this with Lucas.

To deal with Kit's issues of trust, Lucas had a radical idea that Kit would probably never forgive him for. While Lucas was aware there was much to gain by not forcing Kit to do something he didn't want to do, he also knew sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind.

While he was walking through a forest track with Kit one day he happened across two camp sites full of scouts. He could tell from their name tags they were two entirely different districts and his idea for Kit came back to the front of his mind. While Kit was distracted and busy looking at the nature and wildlife, Lucas used his confidence and charm to get chatty with a couple of scouts from both groups and explained what he wanted to do.

They all agreed and saw the benefit in what Lucas was trying to achieve for his friend, though this wasn't particularly the way they would have gone about it personally but whatever. Crucially though he didn't tell Kit, else the kid would have probably been halfway out the forest before Lucas could finish speaking.

So the following day Lucas and Kit returned to the forest track where they were before. As per Lucas's instructions, Kit had turned up in some tatty old clothes in the belief they were going to be doing a messy activity, or that's what Lucas told him. In reality these were some of Kit's regular clothes that made him look like an orphan – nothing Lucas said or did would persuade Kit to feed them to the nearest dustbin and they were pretty much a bully magnet. They had to go.

Putting his backpack down that had accompanied him to the forest, Lucas positioned Kit directly under a fairly thick looking branch and took some rope out from his backpack. He had worked out precisely how much rope he needed to hold Kit in place and had planned accordingly with a small amount of slack.

"You can be the initial prisoner in this first game," said Lucas as he securely tied one end of the rope to Kit's left wrist, and threw the other end of the rope up over a branch and tied Kit's other wrist to it. Kit watched, fascinated as Lucas used the knots knowledge he'd picked up as a cub scout to secure his friend with his wrists hanging at head level.

Leaving Kit where he was for a second, Lucas fetched out the utility knife from the backpack. He felt incredibly bad, perhaps guilty, for what he was going to use this for but Lucas had to fight off the emotions and do what he knew he had to do for Kit's sake. He returned to where Kit was and extended the blade.

"Please forgive me," said Lucas quietly, as Kit's eyes widened at the utility blade as it approached him. "This is for your own good long term." With that, he proceeded to gently cut away at the fabric of the tatty clothes hanging on Kit's upper anatomy being careful not to cut his skin with the blade. While the shirt fell to the ground in ruins, Lucas began to cut away Kit's past their best long-legged shorts and they soon also fell to the ground in pieces.

This left Kit in only his trainers, socks and underwear. Lucas dared not look Kit in the face at this point, preferring instead to make the boy barefoot. After dragging this out for as long as possible and with surprisingly little resistance from Kit, Lucas finally looked at Kit again.

The boy was simply hanging his head in shame and taking everything coming to him. Lucas immediately felt guilty at what he was doing and was in two minds as to whether to cut Kit down again, but he decided not to.

"Remember what we said about trust?" soothed Lucas to Kit, who had seemingly regressed back to his pre Lucas state by constantly gazing at the floor. "This will help you. If you can learn to trust somebody when you have no defence, you can trust anybody."

"You tricked me," whispered Kit. "I thought we were going to play a game and now you've ripped my clothes."

"If I'd told you what we were going to do here you wouldn't have come," replied Lucas. "I've been feeling guilty about doing this ever since I first had the idea."

"Yeah, suppose," replied Kit flatly. "I'll get you back for this."

"Okay. Right, let's get this going. One more thing." With that, Lucas immediately cut Kit's underpants at the side and like everything else they fell to the floor, now useless for their purpose. This left Kit effectively hanging from the tree starkers.

Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Lucas proceeded to visually examine the naked Kit. It was obvious to Lucas why Kit was a major bully target – he looked nothing like a twelve year old, especially in the buff. He wasn't fat by any stretch of the imagination but he wasn't especially thin either, his small statute didn't really help the illusion – in fact he looked like an oversized toddler. There was more hair on Kit's head than he had on the rest of his anatomy. Lucas knew there was going to be nothing he could do to help Kit here but wait for nature to catch up.

Lucas had to stop himself from constantly gazing at Kit in order to advance things. He moved back to his backpack and pulled out a blindfold which he quickly put over Kit's forehead before the boy noticed.

"Remember," said Lucas soothingly, repeating what he told Kit previously. "Learn to trust. I'm gonna blindfold you now but I'm not going anywhere, just call out my name and I will respond. You're perfectly safe, I'm not going to let anything serious happen to you." Kit nodded slowly and Lucas pulled the blindfold down over the boy's eyes.

Checking and resecuring his rope restraints, Lucas waved his arm in the air as a signal to the scouts to come and do stuff. Kit's called out Lucas's name and received a response from him immediately. That reassured him.

Stepping away, Lucas watched as two scouts from the two different groups either side of the forest track came out and quietly sneaked up towards the naked Kit. Without making a sound they were directly in front of him, conducting their own visual inspections of their subject. There was a pause of a few minutes, just enough to allow Kit to settle but not get too worked up.

With Lucas in eyeshot of his friend, he watched as one of the scouts gently reached out and took hold of Kit's flaccid penis. Seeing that there was no reaction from Kit, the scout began to gently play with the penis, rolling it around in his hand. This provoked a small reaction from Kit, nothing along the lines that Lucas was expecting – he half expected the kid to scream the woods down.

"How you doing Kit?" asked Lucas. The boy nodded with no verbal response. "Carry on?" Kit nodded again. The scouts alternated strokes of Kit's penis between them, bringing him to erection fairly quickly.

It didn't take much effort to bring Kit up to a climax, in fact the two scouts between them finished him off to ejaculation in under ten minutes without any resistance from the boy or his body. For one that looked so young he pushed out a typical amount of watery looking semen without even breaking a sweat.

"Have you ever been wanked off by somebody else?" asked Lucas, whispering into Kit's ear so the scouts wouldn't hear him.

"No," whispered back Kit, turning his head towards Lucas. "Never. Not even by a bully."

"Wow," replied Lucas. "How often do you wank?"

"Only when I, um, can't control myself anymore. I like the whole fight I have with myself not to wank," said Kit, shuffling around nervously as he spoke. "Fifteen days is my all time record but before today, this was day eight."

Now in the knowledge Kit had deliberately tanked himself up for personal fun, Lucas set about making a new record. Throughout the rest of the day he left Kit tied up where he was as a random stream of scouts from either side of the hedge "came across" him and began to play with his genitals and occasionally backside.

Not all of these boys had interest in jacking Kit off, some were just more interested in what was going on. Kit soon ejaculated again under stimulation and a longer period of it but the third and subsequent ejaculations saw Kit begin to internally fight against the scouts wanking him off – which was now more along the lines of what Lucas was expecting to see in the first place.

Kit gave as good as he received, trying to fight his natural tendencies. Effectively giving the watching boys what they wanted, Kit was soon sweating, writhing, squirming and not far from ejaculating again. A small crowd of at least half a dozen scouts in uniform were now gathered for the spectacle, not that the blindfolded Kit would ever know about it.

Lucas took over the final work this time round of finishing Kit off and without a word to the boy, gently took hold of his erect member and began to gently stroke it, gently encouraging Kit towards the inevitable outcome.

After a while, with Kit now breathing deeply and his upper body caked in sweat, Lucas gave the boy's member a tight squeeze, a final heavy stroke and forced him to shoot his load. For the first time this session, Kit let out an involuntary scream as Lucas pushed him over the edge and he began to thrust his hips upwards as Lucas milked his orgasm for as much semen as he could. Surprisingly he stil pushed as much out as he did first time round. Lucas could only watch fascinated as his friend came down from his high.

By dusk, Kit was still being irregularly jacked off, though by this point he had pretty much run out of semen to ejaculate with. A grand total of nine cums with a tenth on the way had completed the experience. Lucas reckoned Kit would now be easily able to beat his own cum-denial record.

Once Kit had been forcibly dragged to climax and beyond again, Lucas thanked the scout volunteers for their time. Being a scout himself he didn't offer any personal reward as they wouldn't have took it anyway but he had met new people which was reward in itself.

After the scouts had gone, Lucas removed Kit's blindfold, then began to cut his rope while Kit's eyes blinked and squinted as they adjusted from their many hours of darkness back to natural daylight. His arms naturally ached from being suspended up above for so long.

Kit soon fell to the floor, exhausted and not quite sure how to feel about his day. As his arms recovered to hanging at his sides, Lucas handed him some clothes from his backpack, as Kit's gaze fell on the rags of what he had arrived in.

"Can't have you wandering home naked, can we?" asked Lucas. "So how do you feel?"

"Um, empty? And tired," responded Kit, quickly dressing himself in Lucas's clothes while still sitting on the ground.

"Okay, good job today, let's go." replied Lucas, collecting up the rags of what Kit had arrived in and putting them in his backpack. He gathered everything he had bought, leaving the area exactly as he'd found it.

He turned round and spotted Kit still on the ground looking half done in. Grabbing Kit's arms he pulled the boy to his feet, but Kit overbalanced and fell straight onto Lucas, catching him off guard and knocking them both to the floor.

Lucas scrambled to get up again and once again tried pulling Kit to his feet. The boy was out of energy and struggled to stand. Rather than get angry and shout, Lucas just bent down and scooped Kit up in his arms and set off.

This was one of the advantages of being small for your age as it allowed Lucas to carry Kit home with relative ease, and he had a heartwarming moment when Kit, without any prompting, wrapped his arms around Lucas and soon drifted off to sleep.

He looked adorable to Lucas. Really adorable. Here was a boy with a horrible experience of other kids clouding his history and he had found somebody who had really taken a shine to him. Lucas couldn't help feeling proud and responsible that he could help rebuild Kit the way he had.

Lucas had built a rapport with Kit's parents who were overjoyed and glad to have glimpses of their son's natural personality back in their lives. They were happy to support Lucas in feeding him any back history, stories or incidents from Kit's younger days to help him understand their son better as they saw Lucas as the perfect friend, a vision clearly shared by Kit who spontaneously invited Lucas for a sleepover at some point. He'd rarely had the confidence to do that with anybody. Lucas was happy to accept.

Kit's experience at the hands of the scouts was all the motivation he needed to want to join Lucas as a scout himself. It had been an aim of Lucas to get him there but not to nag or force him down that road. The experience Kit had had was more by luck than anything else, but what Lucas was doing with Matthew and Jake and their self made initiation ceremonies was Lucas's original plan for Kit to get him involved. Now Kit had been on the receiving end Lucas could prove to him some people get a kick out of being tormented like that.

That would give Kit all the confidence he needed for his life. As well as all the other social and confidence building benefits being a scout would bring him, Lucas sold Kit on the initiation ceremony – he didn't have to be initiated himself if he didn't want to be, it was just a bit of fun.

Getting all hands on with two naked scouts at some unholy hour of the morning was a real turning point for Kit, just as Lucas thought it would be. It sparked creative juices, it sparked discussion with people other than Lucas and it let Kit be in charge for an hour or so, even if it was just wanking a weird kid and his friend off in the middle of the woods.

After being emptied of semen, Kit managed to beat his own cum-denial record which now stands at 21 days. In the spirit of competitiveness, Lucas tried to match Kit's old 15 day record – and failed miserably after four days every time he tried.

Lucas's job of rebuilding Kit wasn't complete but it was ongoing. He took great pride in seeing Kit continue to grow in confidence, actively encouraging but never forcing. Aware of how confident Kit was around Matthew and Jake (whether they were clothed or not), Lucas asked them if they'd like to hang around with him and Kit outside of scouts, as a backup to keeping Kit moving if Lucas wasn't around for any reason. They were all now good friends with each other, bounced off each other personality wise and shared similar interests. Kit now had what he had been craving for for a while – companionship.

As an addenum, after being emptied of semen, Kit managed to beat his own cum-denial record which now stands at 21 days. In the spirit of competitiveness, Lucas tried to match Kit's old 15 day record – and failed miserably after four days every time he tried. Kit had bragging rights in this department – for the moment anyway. -->

Part 2

In a sign of growing confidence, Kit thought it would be good to get his own back on Lucas for tying him up in the woods and getting him wanked dry by the scouts. Kit knew and understood why Lucas had practically thrown him in at the deep end like that but that didn't mean he couldn't have some fun with his new friend.

It was PE day at school, an indoor session on the monkey bars or with the gym equipment. It was the final school lesson of the day, as everybody piled into the changing room chatty, hyper and keen for the final bell.

Lucas and Kit weren't sitting together, rather they ended up back to back on a central bench in the changing rooms. Once the order had been given to get changed, most boys did so fairly quickly, including Kit who was fairly self conscious about his body. Lucas had stripped to his waist and had just unzipped his backpack when he was distracted by another boy dropping some loose change all over the floor.

While Lucas scrabbled around collecting it, Kit turned round and glanced into Lucas's opened school bag. He saw the PE kit - reversible top, shorts, long-legged socks and trainers - all sitting there in a carrier bag. Without any hesitation Kit simply grabbed the bag and pulled it free. Quickly glancing at Lucas who was still distracted, Kit put the carrier bag into his own rucksack, closed it and then loaded the lot into his locker before disappearing into the bathroom.

Peering around the door at his friend Kit watched as Lucas removed his trousers and stood at his backpack wearing only a pair of Y-front underpants. As the changing room continued to empty, Lucas could only dig through his backpack with ever increasing frustration, while Kit was in awe of what he'd set up.

The teacher's whistle was blown a few moments later to order the stragglers to clear the changing room, forcing Lucas to have to admit defeat and go see the teacher to hopefully borrow some clothes. Kit sneaked out behind him, being careful not to be seen or heard.

"You? You're the last one I'd expect to forget his kit," boomed the PE teacher at Lucas as he locked the changing room door. "Well you'll just have to do it in this." He threw a manky old vest at the boy who caught it and stared at it, horrified. "Or you can do it in a skirt."

"No this'll do," exclaimed the suddenly convinced Lucas, pulling the vest over his head. It was slightly too short for him and only just covered his navel as he stood there barefoot.

"Get in the gym, let's go," ordered the teacher. Resigned to his fate and with no real drive to argue, Lucas entered the gym to a wall of laughter from his peers as he tried unsuccessfully to pull the vest down. Eventually he just left it and soaked up the jibes thrown at him. It was to Lucas just like water off a duck's back.

Kit couldn't hide his delight at Lucas's situation. In fact he beamed constantly like being on a constant sugar rush for most of the rest of the lesson. It was clearly the highlight of his day.

To complete the joke he returned the PE stuff to Lucas's bag while the boy was in the showers. He was first in, after all he was practically wearing nothing anyway. While Lucas was away, Kit quickly emptied the rucksack and put the carrier bag with his friend's PE kit in at the bottom and then covered it with everything else. Satisified at a job well done, Kit headed off into the showers himself.

Ultimately though he couldn't hide the prank from Lucas forever and soon owned up to it, expecting to be complained at. Instead Lucas was quietly pleased and slightly worried at the monster he'd been rebuilding. Kit was going to be a great friend. This was a simple and well thought out prank.

"Good job Kit," said Lucas. "I'm proud of you," he continued as Kit beamed from ear to ear, the same beam he'd had permanently on his face throughout the school lesson.

The friendship went from strength to strength as a sleepover was arranged at Kit's house a few weeks later.

"I got plenty of popcorn," said the barefoot Kit, dressed in his nightwear as he entered his bedroom. Lucas was lying also in nightwear on his sleeping bag also in nightwear next to the bed and smiled slightly at the announcement.

Lucas had bought Kit the blue long-legged bottoms and white t-shirt nightwear he was currently wearing as an apology for cutting up his clothes in the woods previously, an event Kit forgave Lucas for pretty much straight away. Secrely he knew those clothes were past their best but couldn't get round to dumping them, so Lucas shredding them was quite handy.

This was the second sleepover the boys had had together, the first having been a bit of a damp squib when Kit had a panic attack prior to bedtime (due to not being used to having company in the bedroom). Lucas took the selfless choice of sleeping on the (hard) sofa in the front room instead as it was the only way to keep Kit happy and let him get some sleep. However Lucas found it hard to sleep there and had to contend himself with the 58" TV and some late night adult TV.

The fact Kit's insecurity had broken down the first sleepover was unsettling to Kit and he wished he didn't act like this. This second sleepover was already more successful and Lucas secretly hoped this would boost Kit's confidence and let him have other kids over as and when. To hopefully keep Kit's emotions in check he dressed the occasion up as a mini cinema trip.

"I got the movie we can watch," replied Lucas fumbling around in his backpack. "Lots of blood, guts and gore!" He paused to see Kit's horrified reaction. "Nah, some family adventure movie instead. You'll like it."

Sorting out two glasses of popcorn, Lucas loaded the disk into the DVD player and settled back on the bed next to Kit. Skipping through the various copyright warnings, trailers and other advertising they eventually came to the film itself and began to stuff themselves silly with popcorn.

After a while, Kit started to get butterflies in his stomach and suspected he was either reacting to the popcorn, having another panic attack or on the verge of a meltdown. Last time he'd just totally freaked out and shut down. This was the same feeling as before, as there was no popcorn last time.

"Lucas," whispered Kit. "It's happening again. Help me."

"Okay don't panic," replied Lucas, pausing the film and putting the popcorn on the side cupboard. He was caught off guard when Kit took hold of his hand as a comfort blanket. "That's it, do what you need." Kit's response to this was to wrap himself around Lucas closely.

"Help me Lucas, please don't leave me," said Kit in a shaky voice as he fought his emotions. Lucas was the best comfort blanket Kit had to hand and he knew with Lucas's help he could deal with this, otherwise it was the fetal position again, a position he tried to avoid where possible.

"I'm not going anywhere," soothed Lucas as he rubbed Kit's shoulder in reassurance and watched him shake on the bed. "Good boy," he continued as Kit battled his feelings and the desire to totally freak out. In the presence of Lucas and with encouragement Kit was soon able to regain control of himself and he eventually calmed down, but this was draining for him.

Kit had fallen asleep on the bed, his arms still around Lucas and fingers interlocked. Lucas let him be for a few minutes before gently untangling himself from his friend. He put Kit to bed properly, proceeding to tuck him in. The sleeping Kit looked totally angelic to Lucas and it was a surprise to look at him now and think he had issues. Rather than wake him, Lucas turned the film off and slid back into his sleeping bag for the night.

The bag was Lucas's own, which he'd used for various scout camps over the years and it was well worn in. It was warm, it was comfortable and on occasion he'd slept in it in preference over his main bed at home.

The following morning, Lucas awoke to find Kit had either rolled out of bed (or more likely deliberately left the bed) and had snuggled himself up close next to Lucas. Kit was still in his nightwear and barefoot, without any other covers on him.

"Hey sleepy head," said Lucas, poking Kit to wake him up. "How long you been there?"

"Um, not long?" replied Kit, sitting up and going a not-very-good impression of looking confused.

"You panicked again didn't you?" Kit nodded, slowly.

"I like snuggling up to you. You smell nice. Apart from when you farted last night."

"Charming!" exclaimed Lucas.

"I keep thinking about that time in the woods when you tied me up," said Kit, a glazed expression coming over his eyes. "I keep thinking about ways to get you back for that."

"Keep thinking," replied Lucas, before a fun idea came into his head. "Did you like being tied up?" Kit slowly nodded. "Fancy tying me up?"

"Do I?" exclaimed Kit. "Yes please!" This was the most animated Lucas had ever seen Kit. He should have done this in the first place. Kit raced off down the stairs to go and find some rope to tie Lucas up with.

After a while, Kit returned with the equipment he needed. He had some rope, scissors and a box of tissues. The box bemused Lucas as he normally just helped himself to the toilet roll but whatever.

At Kit's request, Lucas stripped out of his nightwear and laid on the bed, after pulling the duvet straight. Lucas watched as Kit began to tie rope round his wrists, reminding him to use his Scouts knowledge to avoid a tangled mess even the scissors wouldn't get Lucas out. Lucas had visions of Kit's dad having to take the bed apart to get Lucas off it for want of knowing how to tie a knot properly.

Lucas felt like a lamb to the slaughter as he guided Kit into tying him up properly. Perhaps it was too early in the morning and Kit hadn't quite woken up yet, or he was too excited at what was about to happen but it was a slow process to get Lucas tied securely to Kit's bed in a four point restraint. To test the restraints Lucas tugged as hard as he could and remained secure.

Kit was by now practically bouncing off the walls in anticipation of being in charge of Lucas, a setup he'd occasionally dreamt of and now it was happening. Ever since Lucas had worked with him to get his confidence back up, he had really grown on Kit and began to see him as more than a friend.

"See, that's how easy it is," said Lucas in instruction modem. "I'm here, I'm secure and I'm defenceless. I'll show you. Come here and grab my dick and keep holding it." Kit came over and, his hand shaking, he gently took hold of Lucas's penis. The bound boy immediately began to thrash around on the bed and do what he could to get his penis away from Kit's hand with no success.

"Wow," mouthed Kit. "That's it?"

"Yes, that's it, I'm trapped and totally at your mercy." He paused as the sight suck into Kit's mind. "Shall we get some food now?"

"I wanted to wank you off," said Kit sadly.

"I know and you will. But not now."

Kit was just about to untie Lucas from the bed when he suddenly realised he had a golden opportunity here. He didn't know much if anything about how Lucas reacted to having various things done to him - he didn't know how ticklish Lucas was, where on his body he was ticklish or how much effort it took to get him off. It was time to do some exploring and experimenting.

"Yes, now. You're totally at my mercy," said Kit, straddling Lucas's legs. The boy was still slightly erect from the earlier work so Kit simply grabbed Lucas's penis again and rolled it around in his hand to restore a full erection.

"Bring it on! I bet I can withstand a longer wank than you no matter what you do!" boasted Lucas with some confidence. Kit responded to this by gripping his friend's penis firmly with both hands and giving it a tight squeeze, a gasp of shock escaping from Lucas's lips.

Kit dragged Lucas to the edge of climax fairly quickly and held him there for a few minutes, while a now sweaty Lucas writhed around on tenderhooks trying simultaneously to fight both his natural tendencies and what Kit was doing. He soon worked out he could control the level of agony Lucas lay there in by varying both his technique and the speed - a slower speed took the pressure off Lucas, while a faster speed made more work for him to fight the agony.

The more Lucas tried to fight against cumming, the worse his agony became. The fight was exhausting him and Lucas knew could not keep it up forever - he was determined to outlast Kit, who he knew went as long as he could between wanks so that would make him really horny. Right now though, he knew Kit had the upper hand and could finish him off at any point.

Eventually Kit sped his motions up to a point where Lucas lost all control and concentration. With vocal assistance and deep breathing, Lucas eventually cum onto his stomach, still writhing around on the bed as he did so. Taking mental notes, Kit left his friend's organ to return to its natural size and proceeded to explore other parts of him, giving the naked tied up boy little reprieve.

Kit moved down Lucas's body towards his bare feet and began to explore each foot separately. Despite protests coming from the other end of the bed Kit probed, scanned, scraped and visually inspected each of Lucas's soles with his fingers, as pearls of uncontrollable laughter floated across the room with every scratch. The boy was either very ticklish or in a heightened state of awareness. Either way it was fascinating to Kit to see just what makes Lucas tick in this sort of setup.

Lucas normally enjoyed being tickled when it was for fun and limited in time. He hated the tickling Kit was doing which was simply in his mind to torment him. Oh why did he plant the seeds of being tied up in Kit's head in the first place? It didn't matter how much Lucas tried to defuse Kit's tickle attack he was able to carry on relentlessly probing. The ironic thing to Lucas was that Kit's bare feet were near enough in Lucas's face and he couldn't rach them!

Once Kit had learnt all he could learn from the feet (and Lucas had wet himself, the next logical step was to go for the boy's armpits. Lucas by now was all laughed out and just decided to take what was coming to him and get his own back later. After all, he was bigger than Kit, heavier than Kit and he had the gall to tickle heavier than Kit was tickling him and class it as his rebuilding.

Unexpectedly Kit straddled Lucas's arms instead of his chest, as the bound boy was expecting to have his torso pinned down. With Kit on the arms, this gave Lucas more wriggle room to try and escape the tickling, plus he could see exactly what Kit was about to do to him.

And so Kit began to explore Lucas's damp and sweaty armpits for their tickle sensitivity. The reaction wasn't as spontaneous or violent as tickling the boys feet but Lucas unwittingly demonstrated how ticklish he was on the pits. Lucas was able to withhold bursting into laughter this time as he could see what was going on but when Kit really dug his fingers in Lucas could withhold no more and burst into laughter and more writhing again.

By now tears were pouring down Lucas's face and he was struggling to breathe. His muscles hurt, he felt horrible and clammy and he was dependent on Kit to have any relief.

Relief came a few minutes later when Kit suddenly rolled off of Lucas and disappeared into the bathroom. Grateful for the reprieve, Lucas quickly glanced at the rope holding him to the bed. All his thrashing around had loosened the fibres of the thin rope and it didn't take much effort now to break free from his bonds.

Tumbling off the bed, the naked Lucas grabbed a tissue from the box and wiped his stomach clean as best he could, most of the solution had dried itself while the boy had been all hot and clammy from the foot tickling. He hid behind the door and continued to recover while waiting for Kit to return.

When he did return, Kit saw Lucas wasn't tied to the bed anymore, the ropes had frayed and he'd escaped. While Kit was inspecting the frayed ropes, Lucas sneaked up behind his friend and shoved him onto the bed.

The two boys engaged in a spot of play fighting with each other, each trying to finds the other's Achilles Heel - from where he can gain the advantage. Being the bigger one, Lucas had an unfair advantage but Kit gave as good as he received, trying his absolute utmost to overpower Lucas. What Kit lacked in height and weight he made up for in quickness of movement, but Lucas was planning ahead and cut Kit off at every opportunity.

Because of this, the advantages of each boy cancelled themselves out and they collapsed on the bed together in a bout of play wrestling, rolling around and some half-hearted efforts to get the upper hand. By this point the bedclothes were were in various crumpled piles on the floor and the two boys were both lying face up on the duvet absolutely shattered from their antics.

"Sorry," whispered Kit. "Too far?"

"No, it's fine. That was fun. Is that getting me back for the woods?" asked Lucas.

"Mostly but not totally. You'll see." The red-in-the-face Kit rolled onto his side facing Lucas holding his head up with his hand. "Can I tell you something?"

"Go on," enquired Lucas.

"I really like you. You're good to me. Everybody else would have dumped me by now much less let me into their pants," continued Kit.

"Don't worry about it, I'm glad I helped build you up," replied Lucas, feeling good that Kit was grateful for the support Lucas had given him.

"You are the best thing that ever happened to me. Probably my best friend ever."

"Okay, don't get soppy, that'll do."

"Do you like me? Really like me?" asked Kit, seemingly seeking reassurance.

"Yes Kit. I really like you…" Lucas was interrupted by Kit putting a gentle kiss on his cheek. "What the?"

"Oh crap. Too far. Sorry, I'll get my stuff and go home."

"You are home. This is your house," corrected Lucas, as he rolled off the bed and proceeded to quickly dress. "I think I'd better head off."

"You said you really liked me," said Kit, curling himself into a ball on the bed and beginning to sob in a carbon copy of how Lucas had found him at school previously. The boy clearly didn't handle rejection too well.

Lucas knew his emotions were being manipulated by Kit so the shorter boy had his own way but on the other hand he couldn't leave Kit mid meltdown so once Lucas was fully dressed save for shoes and socks, he clambered back onto the bed and gently tickled Kit's bare feet to bring a smile to his face and defuse the sitation.

Lucas proceeded to talk Kit down and they both sat facing each other on the duvet barefoot and crosslegged, proceeding to have a lengthy discussion about the differences between being friends, good friends and boyfriends. Kit rather suspected he might be gay and in love with Lucas, but the discussion the boys had didn't bring Lucas to the same conclusion. He suspected Kit was just being overly friendly towards him and had misread the signs. Lucas was 100% sure himself he wasn't gay, after all he'd had his eye on a girl at school for a while now but hadn't had chance to take it further.

Lucas decided while he was here to teach Kit a new way of coping with things rather than just curling up into a ball and crying. He taught the boy calming and breathing techniques to distract him whenever he felt overwhelmed or his social-awkwardness was frustrating him.

"Thank you," said Kit when he was his normal self. "Me curling up is how I deal with it. I won't kiss you again, but can I hug you instead?"

"Come on then," said Lucas, as Kit uncrossed his legs and moved towards him. He wrapped his arms around Lucas in a quick embrace and Lucas returned the favour. He could tell from Kit's breathing he was lightly crying again. "Now what?"

"Nothing. Happy tears. Thank you," replied Kit. Lucas broke off the hug and Kit fell back onto the bed wiping his eyes.

"Come on, it's mid morning, we haven't eaten, let's get brunch," said Lucas, running his finger up Kit's bare foot again.

Part 3

In the days that followed, Kit continued to grow in confidence and was soon not far off being a "normal" kid. Being small for his age was a barrier Lucas could do nothing about but what he lacked in height he made up for in cunning.

Lucas had invested a large chunk of his personal time in this boy and to see him beginning to smile more, look happy and relieved of the stress of being bullied was all the reward Lucas needed. He had been offered various things by Kit's family as a reward for turning their son's life around but Lucas turned it all down and didn't want anything. If Kit was happy that was all he was concerned about.

One thing that concerned Lucas slightly was Kit's response of "getting him back" for the woods escapade. That was a "cruel to be kind" moment as far as Lucas was concerned but Kit saw it as a challenge and a chance for revenge on a bigger scale. However, Lucas still remembered ultimately being forced to do PE in his underwear and he hadn't been aware of it until it was too late. It was a great prank. He couldn't begin to imagine what Kit was going to do to get him back.

Every summer towards the back end of August for as long as he could remember Kit would go on a camping trip with his parents to the coast and get four days out of it due to the bank holiday. Bonding, sand between the toes, trying to build sandcastles in dry sand and eating fish & chips on the sea front, what was not to love?

Kit had eagerly invited Lucas along to join him and his family for the weekend. He'd had the opportunity from his parents for years to bring somebody along - previously Kit had had nobody he trusted enough to go along with so it was often a case of him looking sad on the coast watching other kids without the confidence to go and join in. Now he could fulfil this opportunity.

"Okay you've convinced me with the sob story," replied Lucas as Kit played the guilt trip to force Lucas to do what he wanted. Kit had worked out ages ago Lucas was easy to manipulate emotionally - and now through force of habit Lucas would automatically go ahead with anything Kit wanted if he looked sad enough. "I'll join you, let me clear it with my folks first." That was more of a shot in the dark to get out of it but realistically there wasn't anything to stop Lucas going. He practically lived outside a large chunk of the time anyway.

As expected the okay was given and soon Lucas was standing outside Kit's house with a weekend's worth of summer clothes, sun cream, hat and a spare pair of flipflops all in a backpack. He had everything else he needed - roll mat, sleeping bag and snacks - and it was loaded into the car along with all the family's camping equipment and other stuff. Lucas travelled light but of course Kit's family had to pack for three and catering.

By the time they were ready to go, Kit was already overexcited and bouncing off the walls long before he strapped himself in. He was ready to go and have fun as he was barefoot before he jumped in the car.

"Just a heads-up Lucas," said Kit's father. "You don't have to spend the weekend with us if you don't want to. No calling us Mr, Mrs, sir or madam," he continued, turning to face the boys. "I'm Kris with a K and she's Chris with a C. That's why we called him Kit, little family in-joke." Lucas smiled politely, while Kris continued. "Anything you need just ask - this is our treat. We're thanking you for the 'work' you've done with our son."

"Thank you sir, uh I mean Kris," replied Lucas, while Kit tried to wave a comic in front of his face. Lucas was beginning to wonder what he'd let himself in for - they hadn't even left the front drive yet and already he was doubting himself, sitting next to a hyperactive kid.

En route they hadn't even reached the motorway yet before Lucas found himself being totally irritated by his friend. He suspected Kit was either high on something or was still overexcited and didn't quite realise what he was doing but Lucas was reluctant to make a scene or tell Kit off in front of his parents, so he put up with it for as long as he could and then acted.

Reaching down he grabbed Kit's left ankle and pulled it up across his lap, where Lucas proceeded to tickle the sole of his friend's foot. This seemed to have the desired effect and as Kit laughed loudly from being tickled Lucas sensed a change in the boy's behaviour, as if whatever was making him hyper was being released through laughter.

Kit knew why Lucas had tickled him like that and took it upon himself to calm down, otherwise he thought Lucas would probably throw himself out the window in frustration. Lucas released the boy's foot and Kit repositioned himself to sit normally.

The rest of the journey passed relatively event-free. Kit tried, really tried to keep calm and controlled. Distracting himself by staring out the window, flicking through books, scribbling on paper and having inane random discussions between him and Lucas were his techniques. Unfortunately, he couldn't help fidgeting as Kit tried to keep a cap on his emotions and Lucas tried to keep a cap on thumping his friend.

Eventually they reached their destination, a gorgeous camp site full of rolling hills and green open space with leafy trees. Kit was so excited to arrive he didn't bother opening the car door and just jumped out the window as soon as the car came to a stop. Lucas could only sit and watch as the barefoot Kit ran around the edges of the pitching area at speed looking the happiest he'd ever been.

"Um, sir," started Lucas to Kit's father out of habit, before correcting himself. "Kris, I don't mean to be rude or nosey but is he always like that when you come here?" asked Lucas as he pulled himself out of the car.

"Pretty much. Kit loves it here. When he was at the old school and miserable this was the only time he perked up. Now without any of that on his shoulders he can be happy from the off rather than taking a day or so to bed in," replied Kris, as he and Lucas began to unload the back of the car.

The parents set up their two-man tent and the boys did their own tent. Being scouts they knew how to put these things up quickly and easily, easily beating the parents hands down and soon it was time for dinner. Lucas maintained the illusion of being a polite young man minding his P's and Q's while secretly growing increasingly irritated with Kit's behaviour. He hadn't stopped all day, being seemingly provocative on purpose. In the back of his mind Lucas knew the boy was still overexcited and couldn't really help himself.

So later that night when it was time to get to bed, Lucas proceeded to have a quick one-on-one discussion with Kit, the same type he'd used many times to defuse Kit's anxiety attacks. It was effective, it worked and it allowed Lucas to maintain control of Kit and attempt to calm him down.

"You're being incredibly irritating now," said Lucas, addressing his comments to the torchlit back of a shirtless Kit. "I take it you're just glad to be here?"

"Sorry Lucas. Yes, I tend to get overexcited and drive everybody up the frigging wall," replied Kit as he turned around to expose his upper torso to Lucas. "I thought you were going to clamber out the sunroof earlier in the car." He flexed his muscles. "What do you reckon, am I sex on legs?"

"You fucking wish!" exclaimed Lucas. "Come on, let's get to bed." Lucas quickly stripped himself off and changed. Unlike being on a scout camp, there was no need to carry everything in your tent so there were oodles of legroom for both boys. Lucas slid himself into his sleeping bag, blew up his pillow and laid his head down. He could hear further rustling as Kit settled himself down.

Soon enough Lucas felt an arm being wrapped around himself. He didn't think too much of this initially and was happy to let it go. But then he felt Kit beginning to snuggle close to him. Okay that was fine, a bit close but not unusual for Kit.

Lucas must have drifted off to sleep, for the next thing he remembered was Kit lying on top of his sleeping bag like a sack of potatoes. Some doubts were forming in Lucas's mind. Kit had been so keen and eager to get his friend to come camping with him Lucas suspected there were other motives at work.

After some food at breakfast, the boys wandered off together. It was a beautiful late summer morning, warm for the time of day. Lucas had dressed normally in T-Shirt, shorts and sandals, whereas Kit was shirtless, barefoot and also in shorts. Lucas half expected the boy to be totally naked by the end of the weekend the way he was going on.

Kit clearly knew the area well, having been here for as long as he could remember. There was never a dull moment as far as Kit was concerned, especially now he had somebody to have fun with. The English seaside was wonderful to Kit, and if he had his way he'd live here.

A beach wasn't far away from where Lucas and Kit were camping and that's where they were headed. As expected Kit ran on ahead and dived into the sea, happy to be home as it were, followed by a dawdling Lucas who had stopped off to get ice cream for them both. It wasn't even past 10am but it was still hot.

"Thank you for this," said Kit trying to sound sincere. "It's really nice."

"It's only a 99 and it's only ice-cream, it's not a trade secret."

"Yeah but it's nice to eat with somebody." Lucas smiled at this.

After they'd finished their ice-cream Kit spotted a group of other boys coming onto the beach. He recognised them from last year. They looked like a good friendly group. Kit had wanted to join in with their activities last time but didn't have the bottle to ask. Lucas could tell from the look on his face he wanted to play.

"Go on then," he encouraged. Eventually Kit gave in and gingerly moved across to the boys, who had arrived with a small volleyball set. There were only three boys in the group so if they were going to play volleyball they'd need somebody else anyway.

"I, um, hi," stammered Kit. "I, um, I like volleyball," he suddenly came with, as Lucas rolled his eyes at the awkwardness his friend was exhibiting again.

"Well some people do," replied one of the boys. "We need another man, wanna join us?" Kit nodded, trying not to sound too eager and desperate for the experience. "Come on then, help us set this up and we'll play. Your brother want to join?"

"Lucas? He's not my brother," replied Kit. "He's my friend." He paused at this. "My best friend. Yeah, he's my best friend."

"Cool. He can hang with us if he wants to. What's your name?"

"Kit." He gingerly shook hands with the group of three and Lucas could see Kit was beginning to settle.

"Where you from?" Kit told him. "Sweet, nice up there." Before they knew it, the volleyball equipment was set up and a game was in progress. These boys lived locally, were in the local volleyball club at school and often came to the beach to practice.

Lucas left Kit to it and lay down on the beach to sun himself. The boy was happy playing volleyball and it gave Lucas some peace and time to himself. He wasn't far away if Kit needed him.

He must have dozed off on the beach under the baking sun because the next thing Lucas realised was that the beach was virtually deserted and he was sweating. There was no sign of Kit or anybody else playing volleyball but there was a small group of young children down at the sea with their parents.

Jumping to his feet, Lucas looked around for Kit in the immediate area. There was no immediate panic on the missing boy but Lucas hauled himself over a wall and sat facing the sea, his feet dangling above the sand. Watching the waves crash, he occasionally gazed around looking for Kit but there was no sign of the boy. Lucas presumed he'd gone off with his new volleyball friends. He'd come back.

After a stop at the nearest shop for some more ice-cream and a cold refreshing drink, Lucas returned to the beach with his food. He thought about going looking for Kit but was reluctant to interrupt a golden opportunity for the boy to hone his social skills, so decided instead to polish off his makeshift meal.

The problem ultimately took care of itself when the still shirtless Kit returned alone half an hour or so later, looking like the cat that got the cream. Seeing him like this unsettled Lucas, as it was that look that was the result of the gym prank at school previously, but seriously, what was the worst that could happen?

"Where you been?" asked Lucas. "Those volleyball kids?"

"Yes, then we went for a walk over there and I found something. You're gonna hate me, we may stop being friends but what the hell, it's worth it."

"Go on," enquired Lucas, his curiosity peaked.

"You'll see. Tomorrow. But now, let's swim in the sea. Race ya." Lucas could only watch as the still hyperactive kid charged across the beach and into the sea. Lucas followed him a few moments later, feeling like he was running in slow motion. Kit was a far cry now from the stuffed-up kid Lucas had started with, but he couldn't help feeling the scales had tipped too far in the opposite direction.

The boys splashed each other in the sea and had a general hands-on water fight for a good while having a fun time together. Kit cherished and adored the time he spent with Lucas just having a great time - he couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this great.

Once both boys were thoroughly soaked through and through, they returned to their camp base. Normally Kit would be forced to hang around with his parents but this year thanks to Lucas the parents had an obscene amount of time to themselves without having to worry about their offspring.

As the day progressed Lucas found Kit becoming ever increasingly annoying due to his permanent hyperactive state and as patient as Lucas was, there came a point where he was due to snap. The frustration was aided by the fact Kit just wouldn't leave him alone. He needed a break while on this break.

It was too tiring and cumbersome on this occasion to do the usual "talking down" thing with Kit - depending on his state it could take the best part of an hour sometimes - and Lucas had bought a ball of twine in the meantime, so it was just as easy to tie Kit's wrists together and hang them from a tree somewhere for a while with his hands suspended anywhere between waist and head level which gave Lucas some quiet time and Kit an opportunity to try and calm himself down. The higher the hands the more "calming down" needed.

This Kit-control technique Lucas had devised previously for those occasions where talking Kit down wasn't working as quickly as he'd liked. It had all the effects of a talk down without any of the effort, however Lucas only used this in an "emergency" so to speak, primarily to protect his own sanity and to encourage Kit to control himself and spot the signs he was driving others up the wall. Kit always understood why he'd been tied up, it was never a surprise to him and he soon spotted the patterns in his behaviour that lead to it.

Since Lucas had started using this technique (which seemed both to please and tame Kit at the same time), he rarely had to leave Kit tied up for more than an hour as the need to calm yourself down is accelerated when your arms hurt and you can't put them down. Lucas used his new found quiet time on this occasion to have a distance walk and talk to some other kids on the sea front who didn't bug him every five minutes.

Feeling refreshed, he returned to Kit and untied him from the tree. Lucas and Kit would always apologise to each other after a tie-up session - Lucas for tying him up and Kit for pushing him there. A quick handshake and they were good again - until next time.

That night Kit insisted on snuggling up close with Lucas in the tent again, forcing Lucas to consider whether it was proper to go and tie Kit to the tree again to discourage this behaviour. Kit clearly had a motive and something unexplored.

The following day the full effect of what Kit had been up to in Lucas's absence unfolded. At Kit's insistence, he dragged Lucas out a good distance away from where they were camping to find - another camp site.

"Oh wow, a camp site. I haven't seen one at all this weekend," said Lucas in a sarcastic manner.

"Just wait for it," replied Kit, trying hopelessly not to bounce up and down in anticipation of what was about to happen.

"It?" enquired Lucas, turning to face Kit. Suddenly he was caught off guard and surrounded by a group of fully uniformed scouts in who pretty much forced him off in a certain direction. Taking stock of the setup, Lucas didn't recognise any of the colours of the neckerchiefs on the boys sweeping him away. He managed to sneak a quick glimpse of a name tag, and didn't recognise the "395th Waxton-on-Sea" group. But why should he? He wasn't from round here after all.

In the space of a few minutes, Lucas found himself pinned to the ground underneath four trees. The scouts used their knots knowledge and rope to bound the protesting Lucas into a tight four-point restraint, one limb per tree. He was tied by his wrists and ankles securely and firmly, trapping him in place.

Ignoring his protests, the scouts used extra rope and tent pegs to secure Lucas into place pretty much ensuring he could not get free. Meanwhile Lucas saw Kit homing into view shuffling his gaze between him and the ground.

"Kit? What the fuck?"

"Yeah about that, I said you might not want to talk to me again after this. This is ultimate payback for what you did to me in the woods. I'll understand if we don't speak again." With that, he proceeded to take a craft knife and gently slice Lucas's clothes from his body trying as close as possible to copy how it had been done to him previously.

Kit had worked on the idea off and on for a while. Because Lucas was quite simply far more confident, capable, charming and good looking than Kit himself could ever hope to be, it was complicated to humiliate Lucas to the same degree that Kit himself had felt. Everything had to be ramped up to new levels - the torment, the experience and the environment and that required a bit of planning. Even now Kit worried whether he'd gone too far or not.

Now that Lucas was lying starkers on the ground trapped in a four-point restraint, it was time for Kit to complete the experience and thoroughly humiliate his friend.

"Say hello to my friends," said Kit, waving his arms around. Lucas strained his neck muscles to hold up his head and to look down past his body to see a sea of about a dozen younger boys in green and light blue uniforms heading in his direction.

"Aw crap," was the phrase that escaped Lucas's lips as he lowered his head back down. That told Kit he had pitched the humiliation just right and secretly that pleased him. Watching Lucas hopelessly thrash around on the ground pleased Kit more. This was going to be fun. For Kit, anyway.

Without any further warning, Lucas was suddenly distracted by something on his left foot. He jerked his head up again to see a happy looking little boy in a beaver uniform starting to tickle him! Suddenly tickling started on his right foot too, tearing his attention between two entirely different styles. All Lucas could do was wave his feet around and burst into heavy, loud and uncontrollable laughter.

A couple of cubs put themselves at Lucas's armpits and began to tickle him there too, forcing him to writhe and squirm around with vigour unable to escape the probing fingers of the curious cubs who greeted Lucas's protests with a cheeky grin as they totally ignored him and continued to examine his pits.

This was total agony. Lucas's attention was being torn between four different tickling styles being delivered by four different boys. He was short of breath, he had wet himself and there was nothing Lucas could do to help himself in this situation.

Kit on the other hand, standing just out of Lucas's vision, was getting a real kick out of this. The sight of the stark-naked boy scout Lucas being effectively dominated by fully uniformed cubs and beavers anywhere up to half his age was a real turn on for Kit. It looked different in the idea and the dream phase, but this was reality and it was far hotter than before. He thought about getting himself off later to this.

Meanwhile the beavers and cubs changed every occasionally, to keep Lucas guessing and in total torment. This was just pure torture, the tickling was relentless, never ending and Lucas could not stop laughing or even rest.

The last but one element of the payback involved his penis. Two scouts began between them to gently masturbate Lucas and bought him to erection quickly and if truth be told without him really noticing as Lucas was heavily distracted by the tickling. A tight squeeze of his erect member bought the boy's focus back to it - Lucas lifted his head to see one of the two scouts holding his uncontrollable member.

Being tickled half to death by a bunch of kids younger than him was one thing, but being actively masturbated in public with a watching crowd of kids was another. Lucas tried to concentrate on controlling his penis but all his efforts to do this were thwarted by the tickle sensations which were far more powerful. This was probably why it was set up this way, he'd have no way to pace or control himself and Lucas was reduced to putty in the hands of his fellow scouts.

Finally, after the best part of half an hour or so existing in this simple but torturous and horrific setup straight out of Kit's head, Lucas's ordeal was reaching its peak - still thoroughly tickled by rapidly changing cubs and beavers, watched over by scouts, Lucas now had a fully erect penis and an overwhelming desire to cum, mixed with various other emotions as tickling continued to overwhelm him.

Kit, now with an erection of his own, put himself at Lucas's head between his arms. He had watched the ordeal from the side with fascination. Something in his head had clicked while Lucas exhausted himself thrashing around helplessly on the ground. He was seeing Lucas in an entire new light, while Lucas himself was blinking away tears and was all red-faced and clearly emotionally distressed.

Seemingly unable to control himself and catching Lucas off guard, Kit slid his hand into his shorts and proceeded to jack himself off while leaning forward to plant a kiss on Lucas's lips. To Kit this felt so right, especially while his subject lay tied on the ground. As soon as their lips touched Kit cum in his underwear.

The distraction of being kissed like this with no warning broke the bound boy's concentration and he ultimately also cum onto his stomach in full view of the crowd of scouts, subsequently giving the impression this turned him on. However, the spontaneous nature of the kiss had distracted the younger boys and they'd just stopped tickling Lucas in amazement at what they'd just witnessed.

"Kit and Lucas tied to the tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" came the chant from the scouts, joined shortly afterwards in chorus by the cubs.

"Kit," gasped Lucas through shortness of breath as he started to recover from not being tickled. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? That lot'll talk!"

"Ssh, fuck them," whispered Kit. "You look bloody adorable when you're like this."

"Okay, let's go, we're done, let me go, you got me back," gasped Lucas. "Get me out, scouts," he asked. Kit nodded to approve the request and stepped back as they undid his bonds.

In all the excitement, en route Kit hadn't bought any spare clothes for Lucas. His original aim had been to take him back to their camp naked but the spontaneous kiss meant that that ship had sailed, so Lucas had to borrow a towel from the scout camp site to wrap around himself to go back to their camp with.

Giving thanks to the scouts for their assistance in this encounter, Kit then found himself being forcibly dragged back to their own camp by an angry looking Lucas.

He had left the twine in place from when he'd tied Kit up previously to calm him down from his hyperactive state, so Lucas put Kit under the hanging twine and without a word began to bind his wrists together with it. He really wanted to wrap it round Kit's neck but that would be counter-productive.

Kit could only watch as his wrists were tied in a secure fashion. Lucas did this in an aggressive fashion - enough to show his distain towards Kit but not enough to hurt him.

Once the boy was secure, Kit's bound hands were at his waist level. Lucas pulled on the other end of the twine to raise his hands and tied it off to a stake in the ground. When he'd finished Kit's hands were stretched above his head and he was standing on tip-toe. Based on the rules of 'higher the hands the worse the problem', Kit deduced he must have fucked up major big time and no amount of "calming down" would save him this time.

Lucas proceeded to strip Kit of the shorts he was wearing to leave him naked. He spotted the subsiding erection in the boy's underwear before removing them and drew his own conclusions. Lucas left Kit there naked and suspended from the tree without saying another word and left to take a quick shower, shooting Kit a warning glance before departing.

In the site's shower block, Lucas took the hottest shower he could stand for as long as he could while he calmed down. As the steam blew around him and gathered on the mirrors, it gave Lucas a chance to consider and think about what had just happened. At least it all made sense now, Kit was clearly seeing him as more than just a friend. If Kit was gay (or thought he was gay) that didn't bother Lucas in the slightest, but it had to come from the horse's mouth so to speak, and Lucas knew how to get it.

Meanwhile all Kit could do was spin round slowly backwards and forwards in the buff rubbing his toes on the grass thinking about what he'd done as he awaited Lucas's return. With his arms aching, he thought could have tried to pick at the twine, it looked easy to get out of. However, Kit suspected he'd stoke Lucas's rage if he broke out of his bonds, so didn't attempt an escape.

At least the towel Lucas had borrowed came in useful as Lucas dried himself off, didn't bother dressing and went back to see Kit, trying to look like butter wouldn't melt. Lucas wasn't buying any of it.

"We need to have a serious discussion," said Lucas, putting his naked body in Kit's eyeline. "Why did you kiss me back there?"

"I, um, I dunno," replied Kit meekly, his attention and gaze falling on Lucas's torso. Not satisfied with this answer, Lucas went in for Kit's exposed and defenceless armpits and began to tickle him thoroughly here, as Kit tried unsuccessfully to hold a giggle in.

Lucas ran his fingers up and down Kit's armpits thoroughly, forcing more squeals of laughter out of him. Kit was distracted by the tickle sensations, aware of how painful and distracting they are, especially as Lucas began to push his fingers in to Kit's armpits.

"Why did you kiss me?" asked Lucas again, using the setup as a torture session. He hated having to do this but he needed answers and since Kit wouldn't disclose, he'd have to force them out of the boy.

"Lucas, stop!" whined Kit, clearly in some agony now as he struggled to breathe.

"Why? Tell me!" asked Lucas again, expanding his digging-in technique to other key parts of Kit's upper torso, all with the same predictable result of uncontrollable laughter

"This hurts!" whined Kit again, hoping for sympathy, trying to lock eye contact with Lucas.

"Just answer my question," snapped Lucas, moving down to Kit's feet and immediately going in for the most aggressive method of tickling Kit's soles he could do under the setup. "Tell me and I'll let you go."

"ARGH! HAHA!! I DON'T… HAHA!" screamed Kit, stuck between a rock and a hard place. Scrunching up his face and taking a sharp intake of breath, he spoke again. "Fuck off!"

"You're going to talk Kit whether you like it or not," replied Lucas bluntly, not giving the insult the dignity it deserved. He dropped the boy's feet and instead went for his nipples, giving them a small twist.

"ARGH!" was Kit's response, writhing around in his bonds unable to defend himself. Lucas was able to defect and avoid any kicks Kit dished out while suffering, but ultimately Kit knew he was trapped and totally at the mercy of Lucas who was in control of the torment, using it to try and force the bound boy to talk.

"Come on, I'll stop everything if you tell me," soothed Lucas. He twisted the boy's nipples with some considerable vigour this time and proceeded to stand on Kit's toes for extra 'encouragement'.

"Okay okay, I fancy you, let me tits go!" exclaimed Kit after a few seconds of this. As promised, Lucas released his grip on Kit's nipples and stopped standing on his toes. The truth was finally out.

"So how long have you felt like this, fancying boys?" asked Lucas, deliberately flaunting his naked torso in front of Kit's face. Kit's tendency was to gaze at the floor but Lucas put his hand under Kit's chin and held his head up. "Look at me." Kit hesitated in speaking, which forced Lucas to reach out toward Kit's chest again with his other hand.

"No, please," gasped Kit, trying not to burst into tears.

"Come on Kit, I wanna help you, I need to know. If I have to tickle the crap out of you to get it, don't think I won't," said Lucas, his fingers in close proximity to Kit's chest.

Nodding slowly and with tears welling up in his eyes, Kit eventually spilled the beans, forced to a degree having to look Lucas square in the eye while he spoke.

"Since I was at my old school. I saw a boy called Charlie who I really liked. Really liked, I wanted to kiss him. It was my own stupid fault, I told Charlie how I felt and what I wanted to do. He didn't feel the same way. He was my oldest friend until that happened.

"That's why I was heavily bullied at my old school. Charlie, now no longer friends with me, told everybody that I was a poof. He followed me round school and interfered with every conversation I had with anybody else. Eventually nobody my age would talk to me - Charlie made sure of that.

"I was glad to come here and make a new start. Then I met you. I don't mean to sound soppy but you are the best thing that ever happened to me Lucas. You've accepted and rebuilt me and I will always be grateful for that. But I can't help feeling this way about you. I think I love you. If you don't feel the same towards me then fine but please help me cope with that as I don't think I can on my own." Lucas gently used his finger to wipe away what he knew were genuine tears from Kit's eyes.

Kit babbled on for a while about anything and everything to do with his life but Lucas had heard what he wanted. After letting Kit speak for a while longer, he silenced him by putting a finger on the boy's lips.

"Thank you," whispered Lucas into Kit's ear. "Why didn't you say something earlier? I've helped you with everything else, why not this?"

"You're not mad?" asked Kit.

"Mad, I was fucking furious earlier. It wasn't the tying, it wasn't the tickling and it wasn't the humiliation of being wanked off. All that was good, the payback was excellent and it was well executed Kit, well done. It was the kiss that I was more upset about.

"You can't force somebody to like you as a lover Kit. I like you as a friend, that will always be the case - hell I've invested too much time in you to lose you now and I love your natural personality." Lucas moved in close to Kit's face and made eye contact again to ensure he was listening. "That being said - please respect what I want in this friendship. No cuddling in the tent. No trying to sleep with me and please don't kiss me again."

"Okay I think I can do that," replied Kit after a quick think. "Let me down?" Lucas nodded and proceeded to undo the twine that had bound Kit in this setup for the last hour or so. Kit lowered his arms to his sides gently fighting the lactic acid that had built up.

"I'm sorry I was angry and tied you to the tree," said Lucas, maintaining the tradition of apology after tying.

"And I'm sorry I went too far on the humiliation," said Kit. Normally they'd shake hands but on this occasion Lucas spontaneously picked the smaller Kit up by his buttocks and hugged him shoulder to shoulder, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

"That's as far as I'll go kiss-wise," whispered Lucas. "And yes, I have my hands on your arse. Tell nobody."

"Your secret's safe," whispered Kit again, resting his hands on Lucas's shoulders and giving Lucas a peck on the cheek in gratitude before he was released.

Kit's parents treated the boys to fish and chips later the same day, which was consumed on the beach as the sun set in the sky. Lucas and Kit sat next to each other wearing nothing but shorts as they shared a large bag of deep fried chips between them with the biggest piece of cod Lucas had ever seen.

"Does life get any better than this?" asked Lucas. "Here on the beach, eating chips with my best friend as the sun sets in the sky."

"Beautiful ain't it?" replied Kit, feeding chips into his mouth like he was a perpetual motion machine. "Thank you for coming down with us this weekend, I really appreciate it," he continued talking with his mouth full.

"No problem," started Lucas before Kit interrupted him.

"Best friend?" exclaimed Kit, having just realised what Lucas had said. "You think I'm your best friend?"

"I don't think, I know. I never had a best friend when I was prefecting. But I gave that crap up after you were bullied by another prefect and I couldn't stop it. I think the end result was worth it," replied Lucas. He gave Kit a fistbump in gratitude.

All good things though must come to an end and it was time to go home. On the afternoon of the final day, the tents came down and the vehicle carrier was packed, Lucas's stuff went in last so he could get it out quickly at the other end without having to pull everything else out first.

When they were ready to go, everybody piled into the car and started the journey home. It was a quiet and pleasant affair save for polite chat between Kit's parents and Lucas - Kit had fell asleep on Lucas's shoulder, looking rather adorable and like he'd had a great time. He was still barefoot, having worn no shoes at all for the last four days.

Lucas didn't mention a word of the discussion into Kit's sexuality to his parents. It wasn't his place to get involved with that. Maybe if Kit felt the same way in a few years he may decide to tell his parents the truth but that would be up to him.

"I had a great time sir, thank you for inviting me," said Lucas at the end of the journey with the car parked on the driveway of Kit's home. He'd had to shake Kit to wake him up to get his shoulder back.

"You're welcome Lucas. Thank you for coming. Kit looked like he had fun," replied Kris.

"Please sir, are you sure I can't give you some money for what I had?"

"Nah, you're fine. I told you Lucas, my treat. You owe me nothing. Seriously." He shook Lucas's hand. "Thank you on behalf of Kit."

"Thank you, sir," replied Lucas. He moved round to Kit's mother. "Thank you for inviting me, I had a good time."

"You're welcome love," she replied, proceeding to hug and gently kiss Lucas. "See you soon."

"See ya Kit. Oh, he's out. I'll catch him again some time," continued Lucas, observing a still sleepy Kit now sprawled out across the back seat of the car. "See ya folks," continued Lucas as he left the family be. He only lived a block or two away.

It had been an enlightening weekend and a fun one. Lucas had managed to tackle the last taboo with Kit and now he knew how to help him properly with it. This was the last major obstacle and as far as Lucas was concerned, Kit was about as normal as he was ever going to get.

True to his word, Lucas supported Kit in making sense of his sexuality and in being able to cope with his one-way infatuation with Lucas that could never be returned or realised, as Lucas just didn't feel that way and it was unfair to string Kit along otherwise.

On occasion Kit's Lucas infatuation got the better of him and he tried to make a move on Lucas, who would gently rebut Kit by not responding to his advances and instead talking him back down. Meanwhile Lucas did everything else in his power to fully educate, inform and prepare Kit for a relationship with another boy as and when that time would come. The only thing he didn't do was pair Kit off with a random stranger.

This friendship was key to Kit. He didn't have anything else to pay Lucas back with for this guidance and support on his sexuality and the friendship overall - nobody else his age had believed in Kit or even gave a toss about him. Lucas had given more than a toss and his reward was beyond value in Kit's eyes. The only thing Kit could do was work at, build and improve on the friendship and try to give back as and when. Kit thought that was the absolute least he owed Lucas.

The End