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Copyright of this story is retained by the author and it should not be
reposted to any newsgroup or website without permission. Any form of
commercial use is strictly prohibited without the express permission of
the author. The author can be contacted at gym@softhome.net

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

NOTE: The "School Discipline" stories are a collection of interlinked
episodes. The main story arc consists of Michael 1-5 and Will 1-2.
Further, self-contained episodes set within the same universe and
featuring some of the same characters include Nick & JC and Luke 1-2.


School Discipline: Michael 5
by
Gymnopedies


Will had some "head boy" duties to take care of after school on Friday,
so by the time he arrived at the pool, swimming practice was well under
way. He took a seat in the spectators' gallery, a raised up area on one
side of the pool providing bench-type seating. There were several small
groups of students watching the practice, most of them girls, no doubt
come to ogle the boys in their skimpy speedos; Will had to agree that
there was indeed plenty of ogle. There were about a dozen boys present
at the practice and, in Will's opinion, most of them could be aptly
described as hot. The hottest of them all, though, had to be Michael.
The sixteen-year-old was one of the smaller boys in terms on build: his
slim torso didn't have quite the developed musculature of some of the
older teens. But for Will, there was something about Michael that made
him stand out from the rest. There was a certain nervous tension about
the boy that, for Will, translated directly into sexual tension. The
prefect thought back to the previous evening when he'd had Michael
naked in his bedroom, and the memory, given fuel by the sight of the
boy standing on the poolside wearing next to nothing, caused his cock
to rapidly harden.

The teacher in charge, Mr. Skelton, blew on a whistle and barked an
instruction, and Michael and three of the other boys immediately
stepped up to the edge of the pool. Another blast on the whistle and
they tensed, ready to dive. A third blast and in they went.

Even though it was only a practice, Will found himself gripping the
edge of his seat, mentally urging Michael onwards, having to fight to
resist the temptation to stand up and shout encouragement. It was only
a short race, just a sprint, taking in two lengths of the pool, and
Michael finished in second place. The boy seemed pleased with his
performance, and after he'd heaved himself out of the pool, he turned
and made brief eye contact with Will, giving the older teen a grin. It
seemed, however, that not everyone was satisfied. As Michael reached
for his towel, Skelton came up behind him, a scowl on his face. He
grabbed Michael's shoulder and spun the boy around to face him. There
followed a good deal of shouting and arm waving as Skelton verbally
lashed out at the youngster. Will couldn't make out was being said, but
it was obvious from the erratic gesticulation that Skelton was unhappy
with some aspect of Michael's technique. Throughout the barrage,
Michael looked furious, but kept his mouth firmly closed, which if
anything, seemed to make Skelton even more furious. The encounter came
to an abrupt end when the teacher roughly pushed the flat of his hand
against Michael's chest, hard enough to cause the boy to stagger,
before storming off.

Will found himself on his feet, his fists clenched at his sides. He was
fuming, and at that moment would have happily punched Skelton in the
mouth, had he been close enough. He made his way along to the end of
the spectators' gallery and then down the steps to the pool level.

"You OK?" Will asked Michael, as he reached the boy.

"Yeah, fine," Michael replied, draping his towel over his shoulders. He
glanced around at the teacher, who was now at the other side of the
pool, and shook his head. "Skelton was just being a jerk, as usual."

"He was being more than a jerk," Will scowled. "He shouldn't have put
his hands on you like that."

Michael shrugged. "He doesn't like me, and he's looking for an excuse
to get me off the team again. Don't worry; I can take anything he can
dish out."

"He still shouldn't have touched you," Will repeated. "He should be
reported."

"You think that would do any good?" asked Michael, cynically. "I'm a
trouble maker, remember, and he's a teacher. The worst that would
happen to him is that he'd be told to be more careful, and that would
make him worse than ever."

"But..."

"It's not worth it. Forget about it." Michael insisted.

Will gave a sigh. "Yeah, you're right." He was surprised about how
mature Michael was being about the situation, especially when he
himself was mad enough to try to punch the man's lights out. "You still
coming round later?"

"Sure. There's about twenty minutes of the practice left, then I'll
need to get showered and changed."

"Want me to wait while you change? We can walk back together."

"No, you go on ahead." Michael gave a half grin. "It wouldn't do my
cred any good being seen hanging around with the Head Boy all the time."

Will returned to his seat in the spectators' area and settled down to
watch the rest of the practice. The remainder of the session passed
without major incident; the boys worked at diving into the water,
encouraged along by Mr. Skelton, whose coaching technique appeared to
consist mainly of bellowing at the top of his lungs. As the session
came to an end and the boys all went off to the changing rooms, Will
headed off home. He'd been tempted to follow Michael into the changing
area, knowing that if he did so there would be a good chance of seeing
some of the boys naked, but had decided against it; hanging around the
changing rooms without a proper reason for being there would quickly
get him a reputation he'd rather not have.

Arriving home, Will found himself unable to settle as he waited for
Michael to get there. He tried to do various things, but all he could
think about was Michael. The boy finally arrived at almost five-thirty
and the two teens went up to Will's bedroom.

"Skelton give you any more trouble after I'd gone?" Will asked.

"No, he pretty much ignored me once the practice ended," said Michael.
"I think he wants to pretend I'm not there."

"Well, I guess that's better than pushing you around," said Will. "If
he keeps to getting physical, you're going to have to report him."

"I told you, I can take anything he can give." Michael was wearing a
stubborn expression that made it quite clear that it was not worth Will
pursuing the matter further.

The boys stood looking at each other and an uncomfortable silence fell.

"You want me to get undressed?" Michael asked, eventually. He looked a
little nervous.

There was in fact nothing Will would have liked more. Just the
suggestion was enough to cause his heart to speed up. However, the time
was getting on. "I don't think it would be a good idea," he said,
glancing at his watch. "Mum sometimes finishes work early on Fridays.
It could take some explaining if she came home and found you here with
no clothes on."

"I guess so," Michael agreed. The sixteen-year-old tried to hide it,
but Will was almost sure that the boy appeared disappointed.

"Did you bring any school work?"

"Yeah," Michael nodded. "We were given some English homework today; I
have it in my bag."

"We could spend a bit of time on that then," said Will.

"I suppose. There's no rush though; it doesn't need to be done until
Monday."

"Well either I can help you with it now, or you can do it later on your
own," Will pointed out. "Which would you prefer?"

Michael gave a grin. "Since you put it that way."

While Michael sorted out his books, Will brought in another chair and
the two of them sat down together at the desk. This meant squashing up
fairly close, their hips touching, but it was a situation that Will
didn't mind at all.

It turned out that the work Michael had been given wasn't exactly
challenging, and with Will's help, it only took about twenty minutes to
complete.

"Easy," said Will. "That didn't take long. Anything else needs doing."

Michael shook his head. "Not unless you want to do my detention for me
on Monday."

"You got a detention? What was that for?" Will allowed his
disappointment at this revelation to show in his voice. He'd thought
that Michael was managing to stay out of trouble.

"It's from old Croucher." Mr. Croucher was the chemistry teacher. He
had a reputation for being strict and for not having any trace of a
sense of humour; this was on top of his reputation for being a bit of a
pervert and lusting after the girls.

"What did you do?" asked Will.

"Nothing," Michael replied. "It wasn't my fault. It was Ian Steadman.
He farted during the chemistry lesson. The stink was awful. Croucher
made a fuss about it being disgusting, and after giving us a ten minute
lecture on bad manners he carried on with the lesson. Then a few
minutes later Ian let rip again. Croucher went mental. He demanded to
know who it was. Course, nobody would tell him, so he gave all the boys
in the class a detention."

"A detention for farting," Will laughed. "That's a new one. How did he
know it was one of the boys and not one of the girls;
does it smell different when girls do it?"

Michael giggled. "Croucher would know that if anyone did, after all the
time he's spent sniffing round girls' arses."

Both boys were now laughing. Will was amazed at how contented he felt
just being around Michael. He now realised that he had totally fallen
for the boy. He suspected that Michael must have similar feelings; the
younger boy certainly appeared to like Will's company and, in spite of
his protests, it seemed that he'd taken some sort of pleasure in the
sex stuff they'd done. Just this evening, Michael had offered to take
his clothes off.

Will's laughter died away and he sat staring at Michael's sweet face,
just inches from his own.

"What?" Michael asked, as he stopped laughing himself and noticed the
way that the older teen was watching him.

"Nothing," said Will. "I was just looking at you." He gently rested his
hand on Michael's knee.

"Well don't." Michael glanced down at the hand on his leg and gave an
embarrassed grin, his face reddening.

This touch of shyness caused Michael to look more attractive than ever.
Will's heart was pounding and his stomach felt tight. Almost without
realising what he was doing, he leaned in closer, his arm going around
Michael's shoulders. He pulled the boy to him and kissed him on the
lips.

Michael tensed up. Then his hands were between their bodies,
struggling, forcing them apart. He jumped to his feet, his face
contorted with anger and his eyes flashing. "You fucking queer," he
snarled. "What did you have to go and do that for?" He backed away,
shaking his head. "I've told you I'm not fucking gay. You can keep your
queer hands off me. You think just because you made me do all that
stuff before, that I'm going to turn into some sort of fucking queer as
well? Just keep away from me. Alright? I don't want you near me at
all." He grabbed his books and rammed them into his bag. "Keep away
from me," he repeated as he headed for the door. Then he was gone.

It had all happened so fast. Will was still sitting with his mouth
open, facing an empty room. How could he have read the signals so
wrong? He felt physically sick. It was as though Michael had stabbed
him in the heart. In a daze he got to his feet and walked over and
closed the still open bedroom door. Then he turned and climbed onto his
bed, lying on his stomach, and pressed his face into the pillow.

**********

The weekend dragged by very slowly for Will. It seemed that Michael's
rejection had clarified and intensified the eighteen-year-old's
feelings for the younger teen. Every time Will had a spare moment and
wasn't concentrating on other things, he found himself thinking about
the boy. Michael had to be gay, he just had to be. Otherwise, why did
he keep coming back to let Will do those things to him. No straight
sixteen-year-old would ever let himself be subjected to that sort of
thing when he had a choice; or would he? Will was totally confused.

The prefect looked forward to Monday and the start of the new school
week with a certain amount of trepidation. He wondered what he would
say to Michael if he met him in the corridors, or, come to that, what
Michael might have to say.

As it turned out, Will needn't to have worried. He saw no signs at all
of Michael at school, and the day passed without incident. He arrived
home on Monday evening, threw his bag aside and flung himself onto his
bed. Part of his him wondered whether Michael had been deliberately
avoiding him and this thought annoyed him. In fact, he found that much
of his feelings for the boy were turning in the direction of anger; he
couldn't help feeling that Michael had deliberately led him on in order
to try and make a fool of him. Letting the anger simmer away as a sort
of cushion between him and the pain of rejection, he got to his feet
and went to get himself something to eat.

It was coming up to five o'clock and Will was on his way back up the
stairs to his room when he heard the doorbell. He immediately froze in
his tracks and glanced down at his watch to confirm the time. Surely it
couldn't be? He turned, and with his heart pounding, he went back down
to the front door. On the doorstep stood a very sorry-looking Michael.

"What the hell do you want?" Will demanded, unable to keep the anger
from his voice. "After the other night, you're the last person I
expected to see here."

Michael looked up, miserably. "Can I come in?" he asked, his voice
sounding very small.

"Why?" asked Will. "You've made it clear how you feel. I'm a 'fucking
queer' and you're not interested."

"I shouldn't have called you that," said Michael.

"No, you're damned right you shouldn't."

Michael stood in silence, staring down at in the direction of Will's
feet.

Will tried to find a reason why he shouldn't shut the door in the boys
face. "I suppose you'd better come in," he said, eventually.

Without even a glance, Michael pushed past and headed straight up the
stairs in the direction of Will's room. Once there, he dropped his bag
on the floor and resumed his miserable, silent pose.

"So are you going to tell me what you're doing here?" Will demanded.
"You decided to try and blackmail me or something?"

Michael looked up, appearing shocked at the suggestion. "Uh, no, I
wouldn't..."

"It wouldn't do you any good anyway," said Will. "Since I couldn't give
a toss who knows I'm gay."

"I'm not going to tell anybody," said Michael. He hesitated a moment,
his eyes on Will. Then his hands went nervously to the front of his
shirt and he began unfastening the buttons.

"What the fuck are you doing?" asked Will, hardly able to believe his
eyes.

"Getting undressed." Michael paused for a moment, his fingers on one of
his buttons. "You don't want me to?"

Will tried to get his head around what was happening. "I'm not going to
play games with you," he snarled. "You take your clothes off if you
want. But if you do, I'm going to do anything I damned well like with
you. And I mean anything."

There was obvious fear in Michael eyes, but in spite of this he slowly
and deliberately resumed his undressing.

"Fine," said Will, coldly. "It's your decision." He stood back to watch
the boy strip.

It didn't take long for Michael to get naked. He stepped out of his
shorts and stood upright, his eyes still downcast, apparently waiting
for instructions.

Will could feel a cold anger burning inside him. He was confused and he
was still hurting from Michael's rejection of a few days earlier. What
was the boy playing at? It was almost as though he got off on being
dominated and humiliated. Well, if Michael wanted it rough, Will would
give him rough.

"Get your hands up out of the way; put them behind your head," the
older boy barked. Slowly, he walked around the naked teen, his eyes
roaming over the boy's body, his fingers trailing over his naked chest
and back. Once back round at the front, he slid his hand lower, over
the smooth skin of Michael's shaved groin, fondling his soft cock and
his equally hairless, low hanging balls. He gave the balls a slight
squeeze, causing the boy to whimper and step backwards.

"Stand still," said Will, sharply. He took hold of the tip of the boy's
foreskin and nipped it tightly between his finger and thumb, stretching
the teen's limp penis outwards. Michael's eyes tightened, but he didn't
make a sound. For some reason, this annoyed Will more than ever. The
boy had made it perfectly clear that he didn't want any sort of
consensual relationship, so why was he now not protesting the treatment
he was receiving? Will wanted Michael to object so as to give him a
better excuse to punish the boy even more; Michael's continued silent
compliance fuelled Will's anger.

"Get down on your knees," Will hissed. He let go of Michael's dick and
put his hands on the boy's shoulders, pushing him downwards. Once more,
Michael followed the instruction without making a sound. Will then took
a handful of the boy's hair, tilting Michael's head back so that he was
looking up into Will's face. There was a pleading look in Michael's
eyes that the older boy found impossible to decipher. What did he want?
If he didn't want to be forced into something, then why had he come
here? Why had he offered to strip? Will gazed down at the boy's cute
face and remembered all the fantasies he'd had involving this young
teen, some of which had been fulfilled, some of which hadn't. He became
aware of his erection pushing almost painfully against the front of his
pants, demanding attention, and almost without thought, he jammed
Michael's face hard against his groin.

"Mmmff!"  For the first time, Michael put up a token struggle, but with
Will still holding a double handful of his hair, he had no room to
manoeuvre.

Having Michael's face pressed tightly against the outline of his solid
cock sent an erotic charge through Will's body. He needed more. Without
even thinking about what he was doing, he held onto the boy's hair with
one hand and pulled open his belt with the other. In a moment, his
trousers were down and his shorts immediately followed, allowing his
aching erection to spring free. Still keeping a firm grip on Michael's
hair, he took hold of his cock and rubbed the sticky end backwards and
forwards across the boy's face, leaving a slimy trail across his
cheeks, nose and lips.

Michael's hands gripped hold of Will's bare thighs, and he moved his
head from side so side as if trying to escape the assault on his face.

"Open your mouth," Will growled.

Michael's eyes widened and he kept his lips pressed firmly together.

"I said open your mouth," Will repeated, more harshly. He whipped his
erection hard against the boy's cheek. Michael gave a gasp of surprise
and Will used the opportunity to push the head of his cock between the
young teen's lips. Michael attempted to struggle, but Will pushed
forwards with his hips, jamming the entire head of his dick into the
boy's warm mouth. "Suck it," Will snarled.

Looking terrified, Michael tried to follow the instruction, allowing
the leaking head of Will's erection to slide in and out of his mouth.

Will watched in a sort of detached disbelief. A part of his mind was
telling him he should feel guilty for what he was making the boy do,
but this was overridden by the cold anger that still seethed inside
him. He pulled back firmly on the shaft of his cock, completely
exposing his sensitive head to Michael's tongue and trying to ignore
the sudden trembling that the incredible sensations induced in his legs.

The enforced oral sex went on for several minutes; minutes of pure
pleasure for Will, though he couldn't guess how Michael was feeling
about the situation. As the familiar tingling sensation started deep
between Will's legs, he pulled his cock from the boy's mouth. He was
tempted to allow Michael to continue the blow job to its conclusion,
but his own imagination had already moved onto other things. "Lick my
balls," he ordered, once more mashing the boy's face hard into his
groin. He immediately felt Michael's tongue stoking wetly across his
scrotal sac, sending shivers of pleasure though his entire body.
Holding Michael's head in place with one hand, he ran the other over
the smooth, soft skin of the boy's upper back and shoulders, then down
onto his chest, before taking hold of one of his nipples and giving it
a twist. The resultant muffled moan of discomfort emanating from the
young teen caused the older boy's cock to twitch spasmodically, and he
pushed the Michael's face even more firmly into his groin.

Eventually, Will pushed Michael away from him. The sixteen-year-old
leaned back on his haunches, the totally beaten look on his face
contradicted by the fact that his slim shaft was rock hard, the tip
glistening with precum.

Will gave a snort of disgust. "Still claim you're not gay?" he taunted.

"I'm not," Michael murmured, shaking his head unhappily.

"Get on your feet," ordered Will, taking a grip on the boy's arm and
hauling him upright. The older teen then made several firm strokes of
the youngster's erection, before gathering some of the boy's clear
precum on the tip of his finger. "Lick it clean," he said, pushing his
fingertip into Michael's mouth. Obediently, Michael's tongue flicked
across Will's fingertip, tasting his own salty stickiness.

Will's cock was now so hard that it was painful, and his balls ached
for release. His heart was pounding with nervous tension as he decided
that it was now time to fulfil his ultimate fantasy. He reached out and
took a firm grip on the boy's balls, using them to lead the young teen
the short distance over to the bed. "Bend over. Lay on your stomach,"
he instructed.

Michael must have had some inkling of what was about to happen. "What
are you going to do?" he asked, a definite tremor in his voice.

"You'll find out. Just get down there," said Will, giving the boy a
push. He arranged Michael so that he was lying face down across the
bed, his arse at the edge. "Stay where you are," he ordered.

Quickly, the older teen hurried out to the bathroom, his hard cock
swinging in front of him as he walked. He needed something to lubricate
the boy's arse with. They used KY in the stories he'd read, but he
didn't have any, so he grabbed the first suitable thing that came to
hand: a new can of shaving gel that he'd bought at the weekend. After
all, the shaving foam had worked pretty well on Friday when he'd
entered the boy's rear with his fingers.

Michael was still in the same position, lying over the bed, as Will
returned to the bedroom. He turned his head to look as the older boy
entered, his eyes settling on the can of shaving gel. "Oh, no, you're
not doing that," he muttered, starting to get to his feet.

Will was across the room in an instant, pushing Michael back down
again. He reached between the boy's legs, roughly grabbing and
squeezing his balls. "Stay where you are," snarled.

"You know I don't like you messing around back there," Michael pleaded,
the pain in his balls making him immediately stop his struggling.

"I told you if you got undressed I'd do anything I wanted with you,"
said Will, coldly. He was still angry, and it seemed that everything
Michael said or did went to further fuel that anger. "I'm going to fuck
you," he announced.

Michael made a whimpering sound and lay still, his arms outstretched.
It was as though now that he'd been told what was going to happen to
him, what little resistance he'd previously had had gone out of him.

Will rapidly shed his own clothing and, naked, he knelt down by
Michael's arse. He placed the can on the floor within easy reach and
pulled the boy's cheeks apart to look between. The anal cleft appeared
perfectly smooth, Will having shaved it himself just days earlier. As
the older boy leaned in closer, a slightly sweaty, musky smell reached
his nostrils. Slowly he slid his finger across the puckered entrance,
causing Michael to squirm and give another soft whimper.

The thought of what he was about to do caused Will's cock to jerk, and,
unable to resist, he wrapped his fingers around the shaft and made a
couple of slow strokes, all the time his eyes fixed on Michael's
arsehole. His fingers trembling, he picked up the can and removed the
plastic top, before squirting a generous amount of gel onto his
fingertips. He applied this to Michael's arse crack, working it up to a
thick, creamy lather. Each time his fingers passed across the boy's
hole he increased the pressure, feeling it give a little more.
Hurriedly, he pushed firmly against the entrance with his index finger,
and a moment later his finger slid inside.

Michael grunted and squirmed but otherwise showed no signs of further
resistance, even when Will added a second finger to the first, sliding
the two digits in and out of the teen's body.

The addition of a third finger caused Michael to give a moan of
discomfort. Will limited himself to just pushing these in to slightly
beyond the first knuckle, working at relaxing the anal muscle.

Unable to wait any longer, Will squirted some more gel onto his fingers
and applied it to his own twitching cock. For good measure, he also
spread the lather over his balls, and enjoying the feeling of the
creamy, smooth substance on his privates, he even reached between his
legs and rubbed it over his own hole. It was then that he made a
discovery. A strange, warm, extremely pleasant sensation had begun
around his balls and his arsehole. He realised that it was down to the
alcohol content in the foam. He'd heard stories about guys using
aftershave on their genitals and the agonising burning that this could
cause, and he paused for a moment wondering if he'd made a big mistake.
Luckily, the feeling never rose beyond a gentle warmth. Not wanting to
waste any more time he lined up the head of his cock against Michael's
hole and leaned forwards.

"Oooh!" Michael groaned, squirming. "Please don't," he moaned, very
softly.

Ignoring the boy's protest, Will pushed forwards, gradually increasing
the pressure. Slowly the sphincter muscle gave way and the head of
Will's cock slid inside Michael's body.

"Aaargh! Nooo!" Michael gave a totally defeated sob of dismay as his
arse was violated. He remained motionless for moment and then started
to struggle as if only now deciding that he was going to put up a fight.

Will used his greater weight, pressing his arms down on the boy's back
as he thrust his cock in, hard.

"Aarrghh! You fucking queer!" Michael sobbed, softly. He'd stopped
struggling again and lay still. "You fucking queer," he repeated.

Nature now took control of Will's actions. He wasn't even listening to
Michael's sobs. All that mattered was the urgency in his groin as he
repeatedly pulled back and slammed, hard inside the boy's arse. He was
totally lost in the sensations coming from his cock as he plunged in
and out, in and out, his balls slapping against the boy's body. He felt
the pressure building inside and thrust even faster and harder,
determined to achieve the relief that only orgasm could provide. He
could feel it building, feel his body start to tremble. He gritted his
teeth, trying to maintain his rhythm as his cock began to spasm and he
felt bolt after bolt of hot cum shooting along the length of his
throbbing erection to blast deep into the young teen's body. At the
very moment of his orgasm he was dimly aware of a similar reaction in
the young body beneath him, which quickly diminished. Then both boys
lay still, breathing heavily.

All of Will's anger had gone with the orgasm. He lay on top of Michael,
feeling totally drained and empty. As the seconds ticked by, into that
emptiness came another emotion: guilt. It suddenly occurred to him what
he had just done. Feeling sick, he moved his hips back, allowing his
softening cock to slip out of the boy's body. Beneath him, Michael was
still crying softly.

"Michael?" Will's voice sounded weak, even to himself. He lifted his
body up and to the side, removing his weight from the younger boy.
"Michael?" he repeated.

The sixteen-year-old showed no signs of responding to his name. Gently,
Will lifted the boy's shoulder, turning him so that he could see his
face. Michael's cheeks were wet with tears and the eyes that stared
back at Will were completely devoid of any sort of life.

"Oh, shit!" The sheer enormity of what he had done to the boy hit Will
like a physical force. He'd just raped the boy he was in love with. The
wave of nausea that swept over him was like nothing he'd felt before.
His hand clamped over his mouth, he forced himself to his feet and
staggered out of the bedroom and across the landing to the bathroom,
only just managing to get his head over the toilet bowl before the
contents of his stomach exploded out. For what seemed like an eternity
he leaned over the toilet, retching until there was nothing else to
bring up and then retching some more, the agonies in his body as
nothing compared to the guilt that savaged his mind.

After a while, Will became aware that he was no longer alone. An image
entered his head of Michael stood behind him, a knife in his hand,
ready to take revenge for what he had been put through. The older teen
realised that he was even tensing his shoulders, ready for the blow.

However, the blow never materialised. Instead, Will felt a cool hand
gently massaging his back, and moments later a damp towel was pressed
to his face, wiping his mouth. Nervously, he turned his head to look
and found Michael knelt beside him. The boy had a concerned look on his
tear-strained face.

"You OK?"

Will shook his head in amazement. Michael had just effectively been
raped and he was asking the person who had done it if he was alright.
"I... I'm sorry," Will managed to get out, the words sounding silly in
light of what he had done.

"Me too," said Michael. He forced a smile and then got up and rinsed
the towel in the sink. "I'd better go wipe the bed," he said, matter-of-
factly. "I made a bit of a mess."

Will was finding this weird, even by Michael's standards. The boy
should hate him. "You were right what you said just now," said the
older teen, his face a grimace. "I'm a fucking queer."

Michael looked unhappy, and then he shook his head. "I wasn't talking
about you," he said. Then, carrying the towel, he disappeared back
towards the bedroom.

Trying to get a grip on what was happening and to make sense of
Michael's words, Will followed the boy, finding him rubbing some marks
on the bed clothes with the towel.

"Leave that," said Will, catching the teen's arm. "I don't understand
what you mean. Of course you were talking about me, and I deserved it."

Again, Michael shook his head, he looked suddenly angry. "If you really
want to know, I was talking to myself." His face coloured and he went
back to his rubbing.

It took a moment for the penny to drop and then things started to make
sense.

"You're gay." The words came out before Will had chance to stop them.

Michael paused in his rubbing of the bedclothes. Slowly he stood up and
turned around. He started to tremble and there were fresh tears on his
cheeks. "I'm sorry," he said.

Without thinking, Will's arms went around the boy and he hugged him
close. Michael momentarily stiffened and then relaxed, crying into
Will's shoulder.

Gradually, Michael's tears slowed and then stopped. Will held him for a
few more moments and then stood back, giving a smile. "We'd better get
cleaned up, quick. Mum will be home from work anytime."

"Yeah." Michael wiped his eyes, and then looked at Will. "Just don't
try and kiss me," he said, his face serious. "I'm not ready for that
yet."

**********

The focus changes and the story takes an unexpected twist in the next
episode: It's back to the SDO's punishment room. Look out for "Will 1"


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