Part 3 of the story of D'n'M, just like Parts 1 and 2, includes sex between teenage boys, some of it non-consensual. As before, it is the characters themselves and how they react to events that are key to whatever success the story achieves.
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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PJ
D'n'M Part 3
From Chapter 12:
Helen Reed lost count of the number of different emotions that ran through her as she listened to Milo's account of what had happened to him. Anger and disbelief certainly featured strongly in the list, but at the end, as the boy collapsed, exhausted onto her lap, the two that dominated all the others were an overwhelming love for this open-hearted teenager who had first come into her life as a happy four- year old, along with a determination to do everything she could to right the wrong that had been done to him.
Chapter 13:
Helen gently stroked the back of Milo's head, simultaneously thinking back over everything she had just been told and trying very hard to process it. It hadn't been too difficult to read between the lines of what he'd actually said for her to have a pretty good idea of what had been going on between Milo and his cousin in the garage immediately before Grace had arrived. That left her trying to decide what to do for the best. There was no way the boy was going to be leaving her house any time soon as, clearly, his own home was not a safe place for him to be. He had been assaulted and then rejected by members of his own family, his mother included. How could she possibly do such a thing to her own son? It was wrong on so many counts. No matter how sad, angry or disappointed Grace de Beer might be, there was no excuse for taking it out on Milo in such a violent way. She was an adult, Milo still a child, and the sooner she remembered that the better.
Gradually a plan began to come together in her mind, one that would deal with short-term priorities at least. What happened beyond that would have to be worked out in the coming days, but for now she needed to reassure the boy who was almost asleep in her lap that he would be safe and protected and shouldn't worry about anything at all.
Quietly, as she continued to stroke Milo's head, she said, "Milo, I need you to listen to me because what I am going to say is really important. Do you understand? Just nod."
Milo managed the smallest of movements of his head but it was enough to convince Helen that he was awake and listening.
"What happened to you today was horrible. I don't think you told me everything, and that's your choice and absolutely fine with me, but you said enough for me to be able to fill in some of the blanks ... "
Before she could finish the sentence Milo dragged his head from Helen's lap and looked at her with horrified eyes. He really couldn't bear the thought that she might be able to picture just what he and Zephan had been doing in the garage. She was D's mum, for crap's sake. God. What a mess! His head dropped once again as if it was too heavy for his neck to hold up.
" ... Some of the blanks," she picked up where she'd left off, "and you have to believe me when I tell you that it's very clear to me that you did nothing wrong, nothing at all, and that whatever has happened since is not your fault. Do you understand me? Not your fault." Of course, Helen had no idea that Shania Margelles had said just about exactly the same words to Dan only a short while before. Coincidence, eh?
Milo, head once more buried in her lap, nodded faintly.
"What also seems clear to me," she continued, "is that it would probably be best for you to stay here tonight, if that's okay with you."
Okay with him? Oh yes, it was more than okay. Being able to stay at the Reed house was like throwing a lifebelt to a drowning man. He had been dreading the idea that he might have to go back home and be forced to be in the same physical space as Zephan. And as for facing his mother - his drunken, screaming, demented mother - well, just the thought of that was probably enough to reduce him to a sobbing, shivering wreck once more. But he didn't let that happen. He held himself together enough to ask a question that he thought he knew the answer to but which he needed to hear spoken out loud. "Will I have to go back to the house -- see mum and Zephan?" His voice was shaky and barely audible.
"No, not tonight. But I do need to let your mum know where you are. Once D gets home I'll get in touch with her and you should try to get some proper sleep."
Milo let out a long sigh of relief. It was as if he'd been holding his breath, waiting for that answer. He didn't have to see his mum -- or Zephan. He didn't care if he never saw Zephan again. But his mum? That was another question altogether which he didn't have the head space to answer. And as for sleep, well, that wouldn't be a problem. He couldn't remember ever being this tired before. But he wanted to wait until D got home, so he could tell him what had happened; tell him the whole ugly story. Then he could sleep.
Given the state he was in there was no way Helen could leave Milo alone while she carried out phase one of her plan. It was late for Dan getting home from his run so she began to wonder if Roger had managed to escape from the office early and the two of them had decided to go to the gym together. Ever since the end of the Roberts disaster and D's abandonment of football, Reed father and No. 2 son had been going together to Roger's gym on a regular basis. The result was a marked change in Dan's physique which had become stronger and more defined. A more important change, at least in Helen's opinion, was that father and son had really bonded over the shared activity and become even closer and more attached than ever. D enjoyed teasing his dad, frequently calling him `The Old Man' and declaring himself faster and stronger, which definitely wasn't true but, as Roger Reed secretly confided to his wife, wouldn't be long in coming if Dan maintained his high level of commitment to working out.
Helen gently manoeuvred Milo off her lap and properly onto the sofa, propping him up with a couple of cushions and trying to protect the wound on his forehead. She explained to him that she had a couple of calls to make but that she wouldn't be any further away than the kitchen and, anyway, she'd be gone for three minutes, tops. Milo nodded weakly and sagged down into the welcoming upholstery, not taking much notice of what she was actually saying but registering the concern in her voice and remembering her assurance that he wouldn't be seeing Zephan or his mum again until the next day at the earliest. And that, for the moment, felt like a life-time away.
In the kitchen, and after a brief text exchange, Helen was able to confirm her suspicion that Roger and D had gone to the gym together. Without spelling out anything in detail, she made it clear that they needed to get home as quickly as possible and Roger's slightly puzzled reply assured her that they were on their way. She decided it would be best for Milo if he waited for D upstairs in his room. She explained her plan to the unresponsive boy and then carefully and gently she got him to his feet and steered him to the bottom of the stairs. He moved like a zombie.
"Do you think you can make it up to D's room?"
Milo nodded.
"Do you need me to help you?"
Milo shook his head and began to make his slow and unsteady way up the stairs. Helen was grateful he had the handrail to provide support as she watched him reach the top and turn for Dan's room. Not long afterwards she heard the car pull onto the drive and went to the door to meet her husband and son.
Dan got out of the car first and came straight to the point. "What's wrong mum? Dad said you wanted us home straight away, just when I was beating the Old Man on the cross-trainer."
His mum ignored the question. "Come inside with me D, there's something I need to explain to you while your dad puts the car in the garage. Roger, I'll fill you in once I've spoken to D."
Roger Reed raised a bemused eyebrow but nodded his agreement. Helen and Dan walked through to the sitting room, which, she knew, guarantee that Milo would not be able to hear what was about to be said.
"I don't understand, mum. Why all the cloak and dagger stuff?"
"D, M's upstairs in your room," Dan looked surprised. "He's not had a good day and he's in a bit of a state." Now Dan looked alarmed, and became even more so when his mum didn't immediately reassure him that M was okay. "He's going to be staying here tonight and I need you to look after him. I've got something important to do."
"Of course I'll look after him, but what's happened?"
"That's really for him to explain, but if he chooses not to tell you then you mustn't try to force him. Is that clear? I'm relying on you, D, not to make the situation any worse for the poor boy."
Now Dan was genuinely rattled. It was sounding like something really bad had happened to M and, no matter what it was, of course he'd look after him.
"Of course I'll look after him, just like we always look after each other."
"I know you will." Helen put a hand on either side of her son's face and pulled it down so she could kiss his forehead. When had he got so tall? He was almost a man. Was she ready for that? Well, it was happening whether she was ready or not so she'd best get used to the idea. "Remember how he was there for you all through the Roberts business? He may need you like you needed him then. So be gentle." She looked straight into his eyes which were now seriously alarmed. Things must be worse than bad if she was bringing up the big `no-no' subject of Roberts. "I trust you, D. And so does he. Now go and take care of him. Encourage him to get him some sleep."
Dan turned and left the room, anxious to find M, desperate to do whatever was needed to help him through this mysterious crisis. It'll be something to do with his mum, he thought. Or maybe there'd been some sort of trouble between him and his cousin. Well, whatever it was, D was there to help him through it so the sooner he got upstairs the sooner things could start getting better.
It didn't take long for Helen to fill in her husband on the basic details of what had happened and to explain the first part of her plan for how to put things right. She asked him to make a phone call and then left the house, got into her car and drove off.
Dan hadn't really known what to expect when he walked into his room but of all the possible scenarios he might have imagined, finding his friend curled up on the beanbag in the corner of the room, looking like an abandoned rag doll, was not one of them. He was genuinely taken aback. Then he caught sight of Milo's marked and wounded face and he completely froze. This was way worse than he'd been expecting and he realised his mum had not been exaggerating when she'd said that M had had a bad day. "Fuuuck!"
Dan hadn't realised he'd spoken aloud but he had and, on hearing his voice, Milo raised his head and looked straight at him, then his face crumpled like a paper bag and he began to cry with great shuddering sobs which rocked his body. Dan was across the room like a super-hero and Milo was wrapped in his arms.
If Dan had had any doubts about how bad the situation was, they were immediately banished by the words that spluttered out of M's mouth.
"I've had a fucking awful day, D. Fucking awful!"
Dan said nothing for the next few minutes, he simply held his friend and made soothing noises as he stroked his back. Eventually, as the sobbing began to subside, he tried to be as reassuring as he could, with only his own unsubstantiated speculation about what had happened to bring Milo to this state.
"It's okay, M. Everything's gonna be okay. We'll work it out." Then his mum's warning came back to him. "And you don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to. I'm here for you whatever."
"But I w ... w ... want to t ... tell you," Milo stuttered out. "I couldn't t ... tell your mum everything but I want t ... to tell you. I n ... need to tell you." He sounded very agitated. Dan began to stroke him again.
"Okay, M. Okay. Just whenever you're ready. Let's go and lie down on the bed - you'll be more comfy there."
Dan helped Milo to his feet and together, with Milo's arm draped around the back of Dan's neck, they hobbled over to the bed and lay down side by side, as they had done hundreds of time before.
Gradually, bit by hesitant bit, Milo described his day. He told Dan how things had started so positively, being greeted as a CB and acknowledged as an equal by team-mates he had always looked up to before. But then there was the disaster in the shower when, desperate not to give any hint of his gayness, he'd been completely blind-sided when Dods invited him to judge the circle-jerk and how he'd totally over-reacted, making an idiot of himself in the process.
"And the worst thing of all was that I blew-off Dods when he tried to put things right. What a dickhead!"
"Don't talk about yourself that way. Like you say, you were blind-sided. You weren't to know what those guys really intended. It could easily have been a trap. From what you say, Dods sounds like a good guy, he'll be okay." Dan sounded more reassuring than he felt. It did seem likely that the events in the shower were going to take a lot of explaining. He hoped Dods wasn't too pissed off to give M a chance to put things right sometime soon.
Milo's description of the scene in the garage was gut-wrenchingly graphic. It was as if he was being driven to describe every excruciating detail, to get it out of his system. So he told of everything, from the point when Milo had retrieved the porno mag from its hiding place ...
"I didn't know you'd kept that all this time,"
to the satisfying jerk-off ...
"It sounded as if you really needed that,"
to Zephan's sudden and unexpected appearance ...
"The creepy bastard,"
to the forced blow-job ...
"I couldn't breathe. I thought he was gonna kill me,"
to the arrival of his mum and sister ...
"That must have been so humiliating,"
to the blow to his face and the cut on his head ...
"I couldn't believe she'd really done that to me,"
to being thrown out of the house ...
"It was like a badly-written Nifty story,"
and finally Zephan's cowardly accusation and his own arrival at the Reed house.
Throughout Milo's re-telling of what had happened to him Dan's emotions were in turmoil on M's behalf. Of course, he knew what it felt like to be the victim of a sexual predator -- there was no doubt in his mind that that was exactly what Zephan was -- but he was so angry by the end that he pushed aside the negative memories of his own experience and was completely fired-up on behalf of this boy who he loved as much as his brother.
"M, that's disgusting. It's obscene. What he did to you was rape. The fucker! He raped you. You've got to tell the police."
The effort of telling D all about what had happened left Milo drained, both emotionally and physically. He had no strength left to share D's outrage. He shook his head.
"No, D, I can't do that."
"But you've got to. You can't let the bastard get away with it. He deserves to have his balls cut off!"
"He'd deny it, D, and my mum and sister would back him up."
"But ... But ..." Dan could only splutter his frustration.
"And I don't want to lose my family, even though they are totally crap a lot of the time. And I would lose them if I went to the police. So thanks for wanting to fight for me, D, but going to the police is a non-starter."
Dan looked at the wiped-out look on M's face and decided that this was not the time to press him any further. Instead he remembered what his mum had told him.
"You look really tired, M. Try to sleep. I know it's still early but you've had one hell of a day and you need to get some rest."
Milo put up no resistance to this idea, nor to Dan's gentle removal of his clothing down to his T-shirt and underwear. By the time Dan pulled the bedcover over him, Milo was asleep.
For several minutes Dan sat on the floor by the bed, watching Milo sleep and listening to his steady breathing. He was still churned up inside, not only as a response to M's unbelievably shitty day but because his own experiences with Mr. Roberts were demanding attention. What was it about sex that pushed some people to do really fucked-up stuff? He knew that his experience with the soccer coach was a lot different from what had happened between M and his cousin, but both experiences were about one person finding a way of forcing someone younger, weaker, to do something they didn't want to do. After all his sessions with Please Call Me, Dan had more or less accepted that his abuse by Mr. Roberts probably had as much to do with power and humiliation as it did with the man's desire to get off, maybe even more. He, Dan, had done nothing to invite the man's interest and had been 100% targeted and victimised by him. He'd simply been a kid who had a vulnerability -- his obsession with Beth Harper -- that the coach could exploit, and he was beginning to wonder if she was worth it, that is until he was momentarily ambushed by thoughts of her tits.
But what about M? Being aggressively face-fucked and then thrown out of your house by your own mother? Well, that was a whole different level of shit which he couldn't even begin to get his head round. This was one for the adults to sort out. For now, as M's best and closest friend, his priority had to be to find some way of making things better for him, if only in a small way.
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