This is the second part of the story of Dan Reed and Milo de Beer -- D'n'M. As before, it includes scenes of sex between teenage boys. However, sex is not the main driver of this story and often there is none at all.
All the characters and events in the story are fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, either living or dead, is entirely unintentional.
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D'n'M Part2
From Chapter 15:
"You mean other people know what I did? Nooooooo." Dan wailed as he fell to the floor and curled himself into the smallest ball he could. That was it. His life was definitely over. Almost before he hit the floor, Milo was with him, holding him, stroking him.
"No. I'm pretty sure no-one else knows what happened to you, but I do know that it's happened before to other members of the team. I've spoken to them and they confirmed it. But I promised them I wouldn't tell their names without getting their permission first."
Just at that moment a message arrived on Milo's phone.
There's food outside the door. Please get D to have something. He hasn't eaten properly for days. Thank you. Mrs. R
"Maybe this would be a good time to have a break. Your mum's left some food outside. I'm starving. Let's eat."
Chapter 16:
Tom crossed the room and opened the door. When he turned round he was carrying a tray loaded with enough food to fuel a regiment. There was cereal, toast, eggs -- scrambled and poached, sausage, coffee, strawberries, juice and milk.
Tom placed the tray in the middle of the floor, near to where the other two boys were slumped. He too was hungry but he decided there was something else he needed to do before eating. "I'm gonna go down to see mum and dad, let them know I'm here. They're bound to be wondering about the strange car on the drive."
Dan lifted his head. "Please," he pleaded, "don't tell them anything."
"I don't know anything, so there's nothing I can tell. They must be out of their minds imagining what's been going on, but don't worry, I'll keep them at bay as long as you need. But it would be good to be able to tell them that you've eaten something."
Dan nodded weakly and reached for the tray. "Don't be long," he pleaded. Tom smiled and left the room, closing the door behind him.
Milo began to assemble D's breakfast. He realised there was no point in loading a plate sky high, even though he knew his friend must be in serious need of food, because it would just over-face him. He chose carefully -- a few strawberries, some milk, a small bowl of dry cereal and half a slice of toast. Dan watched. Milo put the plate in front of him but he shook his head, No. But Milo was not to be denied. He cut one of the strawberries in half and offered it up to D. Hesitantly he took it and put it in his mouth. Once he had swallowed it Milo presented the other half but, again, Dan shook his head.
"Look D, I know it's hard, but you've got to eat. Whatever you think now, we are gonna sort this mess, but to do that you've got to get some strength back. Just a few mouthfuls. For me."
Milo realised then, that this was just like coaxing a little kid to do something they didn't want to do, so he adopted `little kid' tactics. Slowly but determinedly over the next ten minutes, he fed Dan the food he had selected from the tray. By the end he had regained a little colour but still looked totally wiped out.
"Well done, D. You've done great. Now it's my turn. Why not go and lie down on the bed while I eat?"
Dan nodded, stood up and walked across the room, back to the bed, while Milo got himself a very significant plateful of breakfast. With a fully-loaded plate and large glass of milk he decided to join D on the bed to eat. At first they maintained a companionable silence, Dan lying down with his head propped up on the pillows, Milo sitting with his back against the wall enjoying his breakfast. Perhaps it was due to the silence or possibly the fact that there was no direct line of sight between them that enabled Dan to start talking. Hesitantly, staring at the ceiling and with many pauses, he began to haltingly describe what had taken place in Mr. Roberts' office six days earlier. He spoke in a flat monotone, always referring to himself in the third person (Dan', never I') and meticulously recounting the events in strict chronological order.
He explained how he had been expecting the meeting to be no more than a brief feedback to the teacher on how the new fitness regime was going and how surprised he'd been when he was ordered to strip off down to his compression shorts. As soon as Milo realised what D was doing he instinctively knew that he must do nothing to disrupt D's retelling so he casually carried on eating, looking for all the world as if he was paying no attention at all. In reality he was glued to every word.
Dan told how he had been initially confused when it began to dawn on him that, maybe, Mr. Roberts wasn't the role model he had always believed him to be and how his confusion turned increasingly to horror as he gradually realised that his place on the team was at risk unless he did exactly as he was told, however gross and disgusting that might be. D continued with his, literally, monotonous yet engrossing description, telling of the sucking of his finger and then being instructed to take it on a journey down his body and how Mr. Roberts had mirrored these actions. What he was hearing soon had Milo's body tense with anger but he knew that he must just carry on, seemingly taking no notice, as D continued with his story, describing how appalled he'd been to realise his dick was hard and how pleased Mr. Roberts had been to see that it was uncut. The more he heard, the more determined Milo became to make sure that Mr. Roberts, the evil bastard, would pay for what he had done and that no other boy would ever suffer what D had suffered.
Milo's thoughts were brought back to the present as he became aware of D explaining how he had become completely absorbed in the familiar pleasures of jerking-off and how he had shot his cum half way across the teacher's office. Dan described how dirty, how disgusted, how worthless he had felt immediately afterwards and how he had escaped from the room as quickly as he could, his head numb and Mr. Roberts' appalling confirmation of a photo having been taken ringing in his ears. D's story finally petered out with him puking up by the tree outside school and with him having no memory of how he got home that horrific afternoon.
At this point Milo recalled his phone conversations with two other members of the football squad and how he had learnt the basic outline of what Mr. Roberts had been doing to an endless succession of young boys for, who knew how long?. So he wasn't surprised by the basics of the story. But the details, as described by Dan, were truly appalling. The man's modus operandi was pretty much identical -- identify someone who looked up to him and who needed reassurance about their place on the team, then manipulate them into performing a sex act for the teacher to watch while jerking himself off. All this being done under threat of being thrown off the team. The victims were never directly molested and were invariably sworn to secrecy. And of course, there were the photos. Yes, it was horrific but all too believable.
Dan had been silent for several moments before Milo realised he had finished speaking. When he looked over he saw that D was shivering from head to foot and there were yet more silent tears coursing down his face. Milo immediately put down his plate and lay down next to D, putting his arms under and around D's shoulders. Milo's heart was breaking but he knew that was nothing compared to the agonies that D must be going through. What a filthy bastard that man was, he thought. How many kids must he have coerced into providing him with his sexual thrills? Somehow he had to be stopped, but for that to happen someone, one of his victims, would have to be brave enough to open the door on what had been going on. Crap! Craaaap!!
The door opened and Tom walked in carrying a small holdall.
"This is for you, M," he said, throwing the bag across the room. "Your dad dropped it off earlier. And he told mum to tell you that he's straightened things out with your swimming coach about missing practice yesterday. Oh yeah, and to let him know if you need anything else. Good catch by the way."
Milo smiled as he put the bag on the floor. "Way to go, dad. I can't think how he managed to square me missing practice with Miss Boyeda. She doesn't take any crap from anyone."
"Just goes to show that parents have their uses -- occasionally."
"Taking of parents, how did things go with your mum and dad?" Milo asked.
"Okay, I think. I've managed to stop them from climbing the walls but they're not happy about being kept in the dark. I told them I didn't really know what's been going on but that you just need some time to get your head around some stuff. But we're gonna have to come up with something more definite if we're gonna keep them off your back. And soon."
"They can't know, not ever." Dan was frantically shaking his head. "They'd hate me and I couldn't bear that. I'd rather die." D sounded so small and lost and desperate. Milo turned and put a hand on his friend's shoulder.
"But I know what happened because you've just told me."
Tom looked surprised.
"And I don't hate you. I could never hate you and nor could your mum and dad. But I do hate the man who's done this to you and to the other guys on the team."
Dan continued to shake his head as Tom came and sat on the bed. The look on his face betrayed his diminished patience.
"Look you two, I've driven half way across the country, in the middle of the night, to help you, D, `cos M here said you were in trouble. How can I help if I don't know what's been going on?"
Dan looked beseechingly at his big brother. "Please, not again. I can't go through it all again." Tom was clearly not happy with this response.
"But D ..."
"I'll tell you what," intervened Milo, "D, you're worn out but you also stink! Why don't you take a shower and then go back to bed. While you're trying to get some sleep I'll fill Tom in. That way he gets to find out what's been happening without you having to go over it again so soon."
"Good plan," agreed Tom. "And I could do with a shower and a change of clothes too. We can get scrubbed up together D."
Instantly Dan's face was a picture of distress and the head-shaking began again. Milo quickly worked out what was going through the boy's mind and rushed to put it at ease. "Don't worry, D. You're just gonna shower together. Nothing else, I promise. And Tom does too, don't you Tom?"
Tom was pretty much mystified by this exchange but, recognising his brother's distress, nodded an affirmative and said, "Of course. I'll just be there to make sure you don't keel over or anything. Scout's honour."
"You've never been a scout," muttered Dan, "but I'll believe you."
"That's good," said Milo, forcing himself to sound cheerful. "You two get yourselves sorted out and I'll take the breakfast stuff downstairs. I'll come back to see if you need any help with getting dried and stuff and then you and me, Tom, can go to your room so D gets peace and quiet to sleep."
Tom nodded as he began to help D get ready to shower. The boy put up no resistance as he was stripped down to his underwear and steered into the bathroom. Milo -- more accurately half of Milo's mind -- was disappointed that Tom hadn't removed his own clothing, but the other half gave it a severe slap and both halves agreed a truce. Milo gathered up the breakfast debris, making sure to leave some food for Tom who had yet to eat, and made his way out of the room and down the stairs. He hadn't reckoned on the reception he received when he arrived in the kitchen.
First into the ring was D's mum. She looked completely stressed out. "Milo, what's going on? What's wrong with D? And why is Tom here?"
Milo tried to deflect her barrage of questions. "D's doing okay. He's pretty tired but he's eaten some breakfast and now he's taking a shower. Tom's upstairs with him." He began to load the dirty crockery into the dishwasher, hoping to give himself time to work out what, if anything, he could say to allay her fears. "He's got some stuff to deal with and he just needs some time."
"That's just what Tom said." This was Roger Reed. "It wasn't good enough from him and it's not good enough from you. Our son disappears into his room for days on end, refuses to go to school, won't talk to us, won't eat. We're going out of our minds here and all you can say is he's just got `stuff' to deal with. That won't do, Milo. It won't do."
Milo noted that both adults had addressed him by his name rather than the usual diminutive, M, so he knew just how serious things were and how much these two people, who he considered to be his second parents (first, in many ways, if truth were told) deserved to know the truth. But he also knew that it wasn't for him to tell.
Slightly to his surprise, Helen Reed came to his defence. "That's a bit harsh, Roger. It's not M's fault that our son chooses not to confide in us. Let's just be grateful he's got such a good friend to take care of him and hope he soon feels he can open up."
Milo gratefully seized this lifeline. "I'm sure he will before too long. He really needs to rest. Although he's been spending most of his time in bed, I don't think he's been sleeping much. Me and Tom will stay with him. We'll do our best to get him to come and talk to you guys. I promise." He put on his most sincere expression and hoped his words would have the desired effect.
"It looks like we've got to trust you, M," said Roger Reed.
"And we do," chipped in his wife.
"Yes, we do. Please don't let us down."
"I won't, believe me. Oh, and thanks for sorting things out with my folks. I really appreciate that."
"Hm. Well your dad was an easier nut to crack than your mum, but it's all good now," said Helen Reed. "And make sure you let us know if there's anything else you need. Keep your phone switched on so we can contact you if necessary. Your dad said he put a charger in with the other stuff he sent."
"I will. And thanks -- for everything." With that Milo went over to Helen Reed and gave her what he hoped was a reassuring hug. It definitely made him feel better.
Back up in D's room he heard the sound of the shower being turned off and Tom calling out his name. Milo went into the bathroom. What he saw there shocked one half of his mind and thrilled the other. The truce was off.
D looked awful. He was standing propped up on one side by the counter top and on the other by Tom. Both boys were naked. Dan had clearly lost weight though not enough to really ring alarm bells. No, what was most shocking was his overall appearance. His shoulders were slumped, his head had sunk forwards and down, his legs were bent as if they hadn't the strength to hold him up. His now clean face showed up the contrast between his pale skin and his dark-ringed eyes. He was obviously in a bad way.
"Hand me a towel will you, M?" asked Tom. "I daren't let go of D in case he collapses. I only just managed to get him showered." There was a pause during which no-one moved. "M, did you hear what I said?"
"What? Oh yes, a towel. Here."
Tom's words shook Milo back to attention. Yes, he had heard the request for a towel but his concentration had been on his eyes, not his ears. And what he could see took his breath away. Tom was volcano hot. Standing there, the muscles of his chest and arm easily holding up his brother, his long, lean legs firmly braced on the floor, his four inches of soft, thick dick hanging over his impressive balls and with beads of water gently coursing down the gloriously-muscled body. Wow! Half of Milo's mind was in lustful overdrive. He couldn't take his eyes off the magnificent sight in front of him.
"M, towel?"
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