The Crimson Circle
Copyright© 2025 by jamesbreitbart
Chapter 16
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 16 - The story of Nolan Pierce, a freshman at a prestigious boarding school with an influential network of secret societies and a number of storied traditions - many of which involve nudity.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa mt Mult Teenagers Blackmail NonConsensual Gay Heterosexual School Alternate History Humiliation Group Sex Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Interracial Anal Sex Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Foot Fetish Public Sex Teacher/Student Nudism Politics
Haley Ferris
The three boys assigned to clean my apartment were noticeably sleepy and grumpy Saturday morning, and they all had brand new tattoos on their asses. Nolan’s was a red circle with some writing in a language I didn’t understand in the middle of it. Theo and Asher had that thingy with a pair of snakes that you see on ambulances.
“Nice ink,” I teased.
“Thanks,” Nolan replied.
“What’s it mean?”
“It’s a secret.”
“A tattoo on your ass is a pretty dumb way to keep a secret if you ask me.”
“The people who need to know what it means, know what it means.” Maybe they taught you how to talk like that in secret society school. I’d have to ask Jordie when I saw him next.
I turned out to see him sooner than I thought I would. He drove over to the school and showed up at my front door.
“Dude, did you see...”
“Shh!!! If my Mom hears she’ll flip!”
“Ok, we can go back to my place.”
We drove back to Jordie’s place and hung out in his room, with the live feeds on his monitor. The new secret society taps had all gone back to bed, and I soon found out why they’d been so tired. The tapes showed that they’d all left their dorms around 9:00 and come back at 5:00 a.m. Jordie kept playing the tapes over and over. All the societies did the taps the same way. An upperclassman would knock on the freshman’s door, ask them their name, and state the name of the society followed by “accept or reject.” No one rejected.
Jordie was much more interested in the secret society shit than the sex, but I could care less. So they joined some stupid club where they hung out in the woods in robes and chanted Latin shit and manipulated the student council to put recycling bins in the dorms, and then when they graduated they’d join some other secret society at Yale or Dartmouth and go on to manipulate the stock market or whatever. Big fucking deal.
Later in the morning, the rest of the gang came over. Dylan was especially happy. “We have our first customer. They want a tape of two girls.”
“How much are they paying?”
“$800. $100 for each of us and $100 for ongoing expenses.”
“What are our ongoing expenses going to be?”
“Moving the money around and buying new cameras that we can put in a light fixture. I’ve had like six people asking for shower scenes already. Eventually, we’re going to need to replace the batteries on the webcams. Also, we need to get into Mei-Ling Zhou’s mailbox before she does.”
“Who’s Mei-Ling Zhou?”
“A girl who leaves her laptop unattended in the library. I got into it while you assholes were exploring the library and arranged for a key to a post office box in town to be sent to her. There are debit cards waiting for each of us in the PO box, each under the name of a different student. The money gets automatically transferred from a bank account in the name of Jamal Whitaker.”
“So how do we get into this girl’s mailbox.”
“A little social engineering. Ty, you’re the youngest, so we’re going to need you to be our actor.”
We drove over to the school and went to the mailroom in the basement of the student center. Ty pretended to be a freshman who was panicking because he’d lost his mail key, and managed to hold up the line of actual students who were coming to collect packages. The lady behind the counter sent someone to give him a new key and a condescending lecture about being more careful next time. He got the key to the PO box and gave us a thumbs up.
“So, we can get the money now?” I asked.
“Not yet.” Dylan answered. “We got half in advance, and we get the other half on delivery.”
“To the library!” Ty shouted. He was such a dork sometimes.
The library was unusually empty for a Saturday, probably because all of the society students were still sleeping off the night before’s party. There was a little coffee shop at the front of the library, and students would get up from their computers to get a coffee or a muffin. We snagged one of their computers, and I kept watch for her return while Dylan quickly logged into the chatroom he was using to make the sale. He had created the persona of a Wilson student who hated the school, with the username ‘FuckSableCrimson69,’ taken from the school colors. I wished I’d thought of it.
“Ok, it’s up,” Dylan said, “Now let me check the bank account to see if the money’s gone through.”
“You don’t have time,” I said, “she just got her coffee.”
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