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Exploring
By
Andy Mann
Chapter Fourteen
I awoke with a start, in a bed that was a lot firmer than my own. I glanced around my surroundings with a little bit of fear until the memory of the sex session with Andy filtered into my mind. I was still in his bed, although I couldn't remember actually getting underneath a duvet, but I was. Maybe the old guy covered me up before leaving. I felt motion and guessed that the boat was moving up the canal. Crap! How long had I been asleep and was this man kidnapping me? All the lessons and warnings about perverts came crashing down and I fought and struggled with the restraints around my arms, only to realise that it was only the duvet that had twisted itself around me in my panic. Sighing at my own stupidity, firstly for having sex with the man, secondly for falling asleep and now for panicking, I got myself up and off the bed. Still naked, I walked quietly through into the lounge area, just in case there was anyone else there. There wasn't. Guessing the old guy to be outside at the controls, I gingerly crept up the steps and poked my head into the sunlight. It was still sunlight, so it wasn't too late thank god.
"Ah ha, the monster awakes!" Andy chuckled in greeting.
"Um, yeah," I replied. "Are my clothes ready yet?"
"I'd say about another five minutes, he informed me. "Why don't you come up on deck and work on that tan?"
"Yeah right!" I laughed. "You just wanna perv on me again!"
"Alas, you have seen through my grand plan, young sir!" Andy sighed in mock defeat. "But you are a sight to behold naked and have nothing to be ashamed of."
"Um, thanks," I blushed at his compliment. It isn't really a compliment that a fourteen year old should receive now is it? "I would love for you to meet my grandson as I'm sure you'd get on like a house on fire. He is such an exhibitionist that my son struggles to keep clothes on him, especially if we're at a party."
"A party?" I asked, my interest peaking. "Why would your grandson strip off at a party?"
"Oh, the parties I'm referring to aren't your normal, run of the mill parties," he replied. "They're special invite only where men and boys like us get together."
"You mean?" I gasped, my mind struggling. "You mean like an orgy party?"
"Now you're getting it," Andy told me. "You would go down a storm if you turned up. You'd have all the men after you, wanting to experience that lovely arse of yours."
"Um, yeah, about that," I started. "Look, no-one can find out about this okay!"
"Oh, don't worry, kiddo," he replied. "I'm hardly likely to take out an advert am I?"
"I guess not, but" I paused. "um, what I mean is that I didn't mean to do that with you."
"Look Andy, I know I'm not the poster pinup you probably fancy," he answered. "But sometimes your body needs and craves sex, and there are always men like me willing to give it to you. I take the sex where I can and move on. It's only my grandson who I have true feelings for, but again, that's a family love."
"But you were married?" I asked.
"Yes," Andy replied.
"To, like, a woman?" I carried on.
"Of course," he chuckled. "I wouldn't have been able to have my son, David, now would I?"
"Um, no, I guess not," I paused. "But then, why do you like boys?"
"Most boy lovers will find themselves wives, for the obvious reason," he smiled at me.
"What's that?" I asked, confusion crossing my face I was sure.
"Well, what happens when a man and a woman have sex enough times?" he questioned.
"Um, they enjoy it?" I giggled, before continuing. "They have a kid?"
"That's right, and if that child is a boy?" Andy asked.
"Um, then it means. ." I stopped, my mind processing the thoughts running through it.
"That's right, it gives me my own boy to make love to," he finished my thoughts.
"But that's wrong!" I complained. "My Dad says that you shouldn't do that, that he'd never do that."
"Well I'm afraid to say that your Dad is deluding himself," Andy replied, causing my back to stiffen. "Now, what I meant was, if your Dad was that way inclined, there is no greater love he can show his son by teaching him all about sex and making love to his body."
"And you did that with your son?" I asked, conscious that my cock was now straining at attention, the thoughts of my Dad wanking off last night returning to my mind.
"I did, he did and he enjoyed every moment of it," he told me. "Now he has his own son, well, step son, and the two enjoy each other as well. When the boy is older, he will no doubt enjoy the pleasure of teaching a young boy himself."
"SHIT!" I gasped out as my body shook and my legs quivered as my cock spurted forth its boy juice from the unconscious jerking that I'd been doing to myself.
"Sounds like it's something you'd like to experience yourself, eh?" he chuckled at my orgasm.
"Um, well, I dunno, but I did like it with my mate," I replied honestly, thinking of the feel of Daimon's arse around my cock. I could fully understand what he meant. "But I also like the receiving side as well."
"I'm sure you do," Andy smiled. "Even at my age, I like a good rogering every now and then, especially if it's by a young, hot teenager."
I heard a click from the inside of the boat and Andy told me it was the tumble dryer finishing its cycle. I headed back inside and pulled my clothes out, putting them on, feeling the warmth against my skin. I headed back up on top, this time actually climbing outside and sitting on the roof of the boat.
"It is so peaceful around here, Andy said, breaking the same peace that he was enjoying. "Well, I'm stopping just around the next corner. How much further will you have to go?"
I took my bearings and realised that we were approaching our village and told him so.
"Well, in that case, I might see you around," he smiled. "I'm stopping for a couple of weeks to spend some time up here."
"Um, maybe," I replied non-committedly. "You know that I can't, like, really say how I know you?"
"Hey, you could introduce me to your mate," he laughed. "I'm sure I'd like to see the two of you in action together, as well as try him as well."
"Well, he probably would say yeah, cos he's, um, into guys as well," I admitted, thinking about Dave, Gary and the hot story Dai had told me of his orgy from the weekend.
The boat cruised to a stop, and I saw the very same bridge where I had walked down onto the towpath. At Andy's instruction, I jumped off and grabbed the rope to tie onto the fore mooring pole, before repeating it on the aft. Andy stepped off and checked that I'd knotted them correctly before giving me a quick hug which I allowed him to do. I left him to lock up his boat and headed home. Crossing the park, I saw a lot of younger kids running around, chasing a football. Why they want to use the wrong shaped ball I'll never know!! I did slow down so I could have a little bit of a perv, Andy's suggestive statements to me about my becoming interested and training my own kid to enjoy sex playing on my mind. It was wrong, I know, but I found myself looking at the shirtless boys, some of them couldn't have been older than five or six, but the way their naked upper bodies glistened caught my attention and I found myself growing a boner. As I was going commando, this was a concern and indeed a couple of the older, young boys (if that makes sense) spotted it.
"Ha ha, you've got a hardon!" a blonde cutie said to me as I passed him and his mate.
"Yeah, well, you know how it is," I replied, playing it off as a frequent occurrence.
"Tell me about it," the ginger haired, freckly friend groaned. "I get them all the time!"
"Aw gross Kyle!" the blonde groaned, pushing his friend away from him.
"Oh I don't know," I smiled, before my mouth continued without my brain engaging. "I bet it's a cute boner."
"Urgh! Sick!" the blonde complained once more, but I saw his hand slyly grope the front of his shorts.
"Oh I dunno," I added. "I think that a fully boned cock is one of the best things in the world." Where was I going with this?
"What?" the blonde whined again.
"I do too!" Kyle grinned at me. "I mean, you wank mine and we have lots of fun!"
"KYLE!" the blonde hissed. "You know we shouldn't tell anyone that!"
"Grow some, Jordan," Kyle snapped back. "He's gay so he ain't gonna have a problem with us."
"Um, Kyle right?" I asked, seeing him nod. "How did you know?"
"Gaydar! he chuckled. "I've got it really good. What's your name?"
"Andy," I said, holding out a closed fist, receiving a couple of bumps back. "So how old are you guys?"
"Jordy's eleven and I'm nearly ten," Kyle replied.
"And you're boyfriends?" I asked, smiling to put them at ease. "I think that you'd look really good together."
"See, I told you," Kyle grinned broadly, pouncing on his friend, sorry, boyfriend, the pair of them crashing to the ground.
"Lemme up," Jordan complained as Kyle squirmed on top of him. Seeing that his younger partner had no intention of doing so, I giggled as I watched Jordan's hands work their way down Kyle's back and suddenly yanked down the flimsy black shorts that the young boy was wearing. I couldn't help but stare at the lily white bum cheeks as Kyle squeaked, rolled off his boyfriend and hurriedly pulled them back up to cover his modesty.
"Not fair!" the ginger whined, as Jordan smirked at my trance.
"So you like boys too?" he asked me.
"Um, yeah, but mainly older, you know," I replied.
"That's a shame cos you're cute, Kyle announced, before getting a punch on the arm from his pouting boyfriend. "Not as cute as Jordy obviously."
"Obviously not," I smiled. "But then again, you're the cutest out of the three of us."
"So do you do stuff then?" Kyle asked, getting another punch and a gasp from the older boy. I could certainly tell who was the dominant personality of the two.
"Yeah, but I don't think I should be telling a nearly ten year old sex stuff," I said, as non-condescendingly as possible. I knew it was a mistake immediately as the ginger boy pouted at me.
"But how are we supposed to know what to do if no-one shows us stuff?" he whined.
The little devil inside me told me that I could take them in hand, so to say, and get to see them naked. The words of Andy ran through my mind, but I shook it off, at least for now.
"Look guys, I'm late home," I started, but seeing their faces drop, I added. "If you're around Saturday, maybe we could meet up and you can ask me questions, rather than me tell you things you may not be ready for. Would that be okay?"
To an enthusiastic chorus of yeahs and nods, I gave them both a fist bump and headed back home. I pushed the door open, pleased to find it open as I'd left my key in my bedroom, fortunately or it too might be at the bottom of the canal, and found my Dad in the kitchen, opening the oven.
"Oi! Keep your hands off my pots!" I shouted sneaking up behind him, making him jump.
"SHIT!" Dad cussed as he hit his head against the oven unit. "I didn't hear you come in."
"Well, never the less, get your mitts out of my cooking area," I smiled. Walking up to him and giving him a hug as a proper greeting, I felt his body stiffen slightly before returning the hug.
"You've not given me a random hug in a while," he said. "What's the occasion?"
"Oh, I just wanted to, you know," I shrugged, the thoughts of what I'd done with Andy crossing my mind. I wanted to get my thinking back to normality, and what better way than spending time with your family.
"WHAT'S FOR DINNER?" I heard Jack's voice from the hall as he bounced down the stairs.
"Casserole," I replied, chuckling to myself at his turned up nose. Jack isn't the greatest fan of it, but it is a guaranteed way of getting some vegetables inside him. We sat around the table and ate, discussing our first day at school. I asked Dad how his meeting went, and he looked blankly at me for a moment, until I reminded him about the 4 o'clock meeting.
"Oh, that, yeah it was very productive and fulfilling," he replied, a slight flush creeping up his face. I guess the embarrassment of impending senility was kicking in.
"What was it about?" I asked. Even though some of the work that Dad does sounds boring as hell, he always takes the time to ask about our day so I try to do the same with him.
"Oh, nothing too important," he replied, as he pushed the last scraps of the meal around his plate. "Just setting up a project, so I will more than likely have some other meetings as well. Some of them might be in the evenings or at the weekend, so I'd need you to watch your brother."
"I don't need a babysitter, Daaad," Jack whined, drawing out the last word into a ten second moan.
"Yeah you do," I laughed. "Cos you're just a little babywaby."
I jumped out of my seat as he chased me out into the garden. I managed to get one of the large plant plots between us as he cursed and spat insults at me. One guaranteed way to annoy my little brother was to baby him. I shouldn't do it, and to be honest, don't very often, but occasionally he needs bringing down a peg. Just like the Jenkins brothers I guess. My mind wandered to Dylan's face for a moment, wondering how he'd got on with Daimon. Unfortunately for me, this gave Jack the opening he needed and he jumped me from behind. I pitched forward, not expecting the weight on my back and cried out as my head bounced off the corner of another pot.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry," Jack immediately apologised.
"Aw, fuck," I groaned as I felt liquid start to pour from my head. I looked down at the patio slab and saw a growing pool of redness underneath me.
"DAAAAAAAAAAD!" Jack yelled in panic as I tried to push myself up, only to collapse back down. "DAAAAAAAAAAAAAD! Andy's hurt bad!"
I faintly recognised Jack's body running into the kitchen as darkness began to take over my vision. I felt coldness on my forehead and muffled words but I couldn't understand what was being said. I felt very tired suddenly and decided to go to sleep.
As consciousness returned to my mind, I felt a hand on my body. Not only was it on my body, it was on my cock. My cock that was fully erect. I tried to open my eyes but they seemed like they wouldn't work. I fluttered my eyes and that worked but I still couldn't see anything. I tried to move my mouth to speak but I could only croak slightly. I heard a beeping noise in the background and figured I was in a hospital.
"He's coming round," I heard a male voice say, annoyance in his voice.
"Don't worry, he won't be able to move for some time yet," a second voice replied. I didn't like the sound of his voice but my mind blanked when I felt wet lips cover my cock.
"Jeez, that's a nice sight," the first voice sighed.
I felt my legs being moved and as my mind struggled with what was happening, a finger pushed against my bum hole. My mind screamed out as I realised I was being molested by two unknown men as I was supposedly in the safety of a hospital. I grunted as the probing finger turned into two and as my prostate was slowly massaged by the prodding fingers, my cock throbbed as I spunked up into the warm mouth of one of my assailants, despite the situation. I didn't know what was wrong with my body, as I tried to fight against the assault, but my limbs wouldn't respond to my brain's demands for action. I panted as my body came down from its climax only to feel two pairs of hands gently roll my body over. Surely not?
"Are you sure we can get away with this?" the first voice asked again.
"Of course, the kid is still out of it, doesn't know who we are," the second voice paused. "And his arse is primed for fucking. I've already had him last night."
Ah man, I thought to myself. I've been shagged while comatose! The image of Uma Thurman in Kill Bill flashed through my mind, and I willed my body to react, but instead of becoming the vengeful bride as Uma's character did, I simply laid there while I felt pressure against my bum.
"Oh shit, it's tight," the first voice hissed as I felt weight on my back, pushing me into the bed.
"That's the beauty of boy pussy, the second voice joked. "Much better than a girl's cunt."
"Oh Christ!" was whispered into my ear, followed by a lick and a nibble as I felt him push completely inside me. Surprisingly I didn't really feel much pain, but I certainly knew he was inside me.
He started a slow fucking motion inside me, moving his hips back and forth, grinding my groin into the bed sheets beneath me.
"You'll need to be quick," the second voice said. "Doctors rounds are in fifteen minutes and I need to clean him back up."
"Look, I've paid you for this and I'm going to enjoy my first bit of boy arse," the first complained.
"Okay, but if I see anyone coming before you finish," the second countered. "Then I'm scarpering and you're on your own."
For the next few minutes, although with no sight I had lost sense of time, the man continued his slow fuck. Occasionally he speeded up, his thrusts becoming urgent and hard, making me grunt and groan underneath him before holding himself still, obviously allowing himself to ease himself away from the brink of orgasm. It was something I did sometimes when I had plenty of time for a wank. Finally he hissed into my ear, his body slamming into mine as he released his pent up juice inside me. Depending on how long it was before I could speak, and also how good at cleaning the second guy way, this could give me some DNA evidence to report him to the police.
Those hopes were dashed though when I heard him ask the guy who had obviously set this up what he should do with the condom. I heard a toilet flush before a wet cloth made contact with my hole. The door opened and closed as I guessed that the man who had just fucked my body left his accomplice to clean me up. My mind grimaced as the material was pushed inside me for a moment.
"There you go, sweetie," the voice in my ear whispered. "Your hole is all nice and clean again. Let me just roll you over and I'll clean up this lovely boy cock of yours and I'll be on my way."
My body was rolled once again, gently moving me back onto my back and I felt the warm cloth start to wipe around my balls. A door opened once more, startling the man before he carried on his cleaning.
"And in here we have one Andy Morrison," an authoritive voice called out, before stopping. "Oh, maybe we're a little early as the nurse is just finishing his bed bath."
"That's okay Doctor, I'm just about finished," the voice that I was burning into my mind said. "One more minute and he's all yours."
"Any sign of consciousness?" the voice of the doctor asked.
"No, unfortunately he's still out of for the count," the nurse who was openly caressing my cock with a cloth continued.
"That's a nasty looking scar," I heard a younger voice say. "What happened to him?"
"He fell while playing with his younger brother and hit his head on a concrete plant plot," the doctor explained. "He lost a lot of blood before the ambulance arrived, but they stabilised him. Point of contact was just above his temple which caused unconsciousness and he's been in comatose state for the last two days."
"Two days?" another young voice queried, this one female. AH MAN! There's a woman looking at my stuff! "I've not heard of an accident like this causing that length of time without some sign of coming round."
"True Doctor Marshall," the first doctor replied. "But for some reason, the boy just doesn't want to wake up."
Yes I fucking did! I couldn't believe that I could hear everything going on, yet I couldn't move my body or give them any sign I was awake. I felt material slide up my thighs and thankfully cover my privates before I was prodded and poked with a running commentary from the male doctor. At one point, there must have been at least three or four different sets of hands, so I guess that this was like on Grey's Anatomy or something where trainee doctors are brought round and asked to examine.
"Doctor Marshall?" a young male voice asked.
"Yes Patrick?" she answered.
"I've just had a quick look through the chart for his drip and something doesn't look right," Patrick replied.
"What do you mean?" she queried. I heard shuffling papers and felt a slight tug on my hand, which must be where the drip is attached to me.
"What have you found Doctor Marshall?" the first doctor asked.
"This is troublesome," Doctor Marshall replied. "There is a foreign substance in the drip solution."
"How can you tell?" he asked.
"This is just supposed to be a normal drip, no drugs at all," she asked. "So why are there indications of injections into the solution?"
"Well spotted Helen," the male doctor commented. "Nurse, please go and get another drip."
"Okay, everyone out apart from Patrick," Doctor Marshall instructed. I felt hands on my eyelids and I guessed that he was now looking into them. "Pupils are very dilated, further than a normal coma patient. No reaction at all to light. Blood pressure is slightly low, but still within normal limits. Heartbeat, wait a second, his heart keeps speeding up and slowing down."
"Doctor Burrows, I've read something but, no, it couldn't be," Patrick said.
"What is it, young man?" Doctor Burrows asked, a slight catch in his voice as he must be wondering what Patrick was going to say.
"Well, I know it's from a fictional book, but I did do a bit of research to see if the medical side was correct, Patrick replied. "I hate it when authors write things and don't do their research."
"Get on with it, Patrick," Doctor Marshall gently pushed.
"Um, sorry Doctors," the young trainee apologised. "It's just that one of the kidnapped victims was given a drug called Curare, which paralysed their motor and nerve functions but left them mentally aware. It can be administered through a drip, and does rely on the victim being kept on a ventilator."
"And there is no reason why a knock on the head would mean that the boy would stop breathing," Doctor Burrows added.
"When he came in, he was only unconscious," I heard paper flicking. "It was Thursday morning when his breathing suddenly stopped and he was put on artificial ventilation."
"Where is that damn nurse?" Doctor Burrows cursed.
"The nurse that is currently running across the carpark?" Patrick replied. "I've just seen him out of the window."
"WHAT?" the two doctors gasped at the same time.
"Maybe I can just check something, with your permission?" Patrick asked.
I assumed he was given nods as I felt myself lifted up slightly and the shorts that had only just covered my modesty were pulled down once again. I was rolled slowly onto my side and one leg was bent upwards slightly.
"What are you doing?" Doctor Burrows demanded.
"I'm desperate to be proved wrong, but I think that our good nurse may be running for his life because," Patrick paused. "Shit! Look here, you can see bruising around his anus and if one of you would examine inside, I'm better you will find him lubed up."
"WHAT?" Doctor Burrows exclaimed again.
"I'll do it," I heard Doctor Marshall sigh and sure enough, I soon had a female finger inside me. My mind was in turmoil. I was delighted that someone had figured out what was going on, but also now disgusted and embarrassed that three people knew what had been going on.
"It is, isn't it?" Patrick asked softly.
"I'm afraid so," she replied.
"Would someone explain to me what you're both going on about," Doctor Burrows sounded exasperated.
As I felt my shorts cover my privates back up again, I heard Patrick sigh once more.
"I'm afraid that the boy has been drugged by someone, I'm guessing that nurse, in order to keep him comatose so that he could be sexually molested," Patrick said quietly.
"Not molested!" Doctor Marshall spat, venom in her voice. "The boy has been raped and on our watch as well."
There was a moment of silence in the room.
"Is he aware of what is happening? I heard Doctor Burrows asked. "Maybe we can keep this quiet."
"There is every chance he is fully aware," Patrick said confidently. "And even if he wasn't, I would not keep this quiet."
"But this could cause so much trouble," the elder Doctor said. "We're a private hospital and the boy's family could sue for thousands."
"I'm sorry, but proper checks should have been done on that nurse," Patrick countered. "I cannot allow my conscience to be ignored. If we do not inform the police, then that man could be free to get a job in another hospital and continue molesting kids."
"I guess you're right," Doctor Burrows sighed.
"You know he's right Martin, Doctor Marshall said. "Now, Patrick, go get that drip changed and I'll go and inform Mr Patterson what's happened."
I felt a hand touch the side of my face and heard a deep sigh.
"Oh my young child, what have we allowed to happen to you?" I heard the regret in Doctor Burrows' voice and instantly forgave him for his initial thoughts of trying to cover this up.
Minutes passed and I heard and felt the drip being changed. Patrick surmised that it could be around a couple of hours for the toxin to be purged from my system and suggested fitting a catheter while they flush it out. I thought I'd heard that word before but it wasn't until I felt the pain of a tube sliding down my piss slit that I remembered exactly what it was. I thought back to a story I'd read where they said it's even more painful when they take it out. I certainly wasn't looking forward to that!
I felt my mind doze while fresh liquids surged around my body. All through it, there was the constant touch and voice of this Patrick bloke. I really hoped he was going to still be there when I did finally get my functions back as I would definitely like to thank him. Slowly but surely, my vision started to come back and I finally managed to do the Uma Thurman and wiggle my toes. All throughout, Patrick's voice was a constant encouragement, promising me that everything would be okay soon enough. Eventually, I opened my eyes and fixed my stare onto an attractive looking guy. He must be only in his mid-twenties, but had a white coat on.
"Pa at tr ick?" I asked, my voice rasping like my Dad after a heavy drinking session.
"Ah ha!" the dark haired man smiled back at me. "Back with us?"
"Throat. Sore." I stammered out.
"Let me get you some water," he said, releasing my hand.
"Nuh!" I grunted, grabbing at his arm. "Don't. Leave."
""I'm not going to leave you alone, Andy," he reassured me. "The water is on the table just there."
I released my grip and watched as he walked around the bed, poured me some water into a plastic cup and tipped some into my mouth. As quickly as I wanted it, he only allowed me a few sips at a time.
"So, how are you feeling?" he asked.
"Sore," I replied. "My body hurts,
especially, you know!" I pointed down to my lower regions.
"About that," Patrick sighed. "We've told the police and they are currently looking for him."
"Huh?" I asked confused, before I realised he was talking about the nurse. "No, I mean my, um, dick."
"Your dick? Oh the catheter" he chuckled. "Well, now you are awake, if you need to go, we can either use the bedpan or actually get you up so that you can use the toilet."
He pulled back the bedclothes and I saw a tube coming out of my dick. As much as I willed myself not to, I couldn't help but grow hard as the cute bloke took hold of my cock. He gave me an apologetic smile before pulling the tube out slowly. The pain was excruciating! It felt like someone was pulling barbed wire out of my piss slit.
"Sorry, little dude," he apologised. "It will sting for the next day or so when you go for a slash."
"What will?" a pre-teen voice babbled as Jack bounced into the room. Seeing me awake, his face lit up and he ran full pelt and jumped onto the bed, hugging me tightly. Tears soaked the t-shirt I was dressed in as my brother said sorry over and over.
"Look Jack, it was my fault, okay, I told him, stroking his back. "I spaced out and I should have been watching where you were."
"I thought you were gonna die! Jack sobbed.
"Well, I'm not!" I smiled at him, wiping a tear from his cheek. "You're gonna have to put up with me being a dick to you for some time to come."
"Kewl!" he said, as he kissed me on the cheek.
"How are you feeling son?" Dad asked, having followed Jack into the room.
We spent the next ten or fifteen minutes catching up.
I was shocked that I had been in hospital for
three days. I'd missed the last two days
of school, which normally isn't a big problem, but having just started at a new
school, kids were now going to be talking and asking question about why I
missed the days. I heard the door open
and a man in a suit asked to speak with my Dad and another doctor, who by the
look of his age, I assumed to be Doctor Burrows.
I saw Dad look in at me several times, and I
knew by his expression that he was getting angry.
I'm going out on a limb here, but I'm
guessing that the man in the suit is this Mr Patterson, who must run the
hospital, and they are explaining to Dad about what happened.
"So will he be okay to come home today?" Jack asked suddenly, catching Patrick by surprise as he tried to listen to the conversation outside the room.
"Hopefully," the junior doctor replied. "There may be a couple more tests that we need to do before we can release him."
"Cool," my brother said, and promptly grabbed the remote control for the small television and settled in to watch one of the crap kids channels that he likes so much. If he puts Teletubbies or the Tweenies on, I'll not be held accountable for the damage I'll cause to him!
Shouting erupted outside the room and I saw Dad being led off, I assume to an office where he could vent. I settled back down on the bed, watching the telly without taking any interest in it. Dad finally came back in, gave me a long hug and a kiss on the forehead and told me that everything would be okay.
"Um, Dad, it's not really is it?" I told him softly so that Jack couldn't hear.
"Well, maybe it will," he said.
"It won't until they catch that nurse, and whoever else did the stuff to me," I murmured. I don't know if it was because I'd had sex with Gary and Andy, or if it was because I was mostly unconscious, but the impact of being raped hadn't yet kicked in.
"I promise you that I'll get a private detective if needed," Dad assured me.
"Can I just come home and forget about it?" I asked.
"I'm afraid that the police will need to ask some questions," Patrick added.
"But I couldn't see anything so I couldn't identify anyone," I whined.
"But you did hear them, didn't you?" the junior doc asked. I nodded. "In that case, when the police catch up with him, you can identify him through his voice."
"It's a voice I won't forget!" I said, a catch in my voice. It WAS a voice that I wanted to forget.
After a few more minutes, Doctor Marshall came in and introduced herself to us all. I flushed red at the knowledge that she had seen me naked, and had also pushed her finger up my bum. Now I wouldn't have minded if Patrick had been the one doing that, but a woman? YUK! She studied the monitors and checked my pulse and temperature.
"Well, the good news is that you are now clear of the toxin," she said gently. "Also, despite what happened, there seems to be no damage to your anus, apart from some slight bruising."
"Why would his bum have bruising? Jack piped up, obviously being forgotten that he was in the room.
"Oh dear," Doctor Marshall said.
"I'll explain later Jack," Dad told him, trying to placate his interest.
"He didn't hurt it when he fell over," my ever so clever brother insisted and his eyes grew wide. "You mean, someone, you know, did it with him while he was in here?"
"We'll talk later," I said softly to him.
"Ah man, I mean I know you're gay and all, but really," Jack whined. "In a hospital?"
"It's not as simple as that," Dad said.
"I thought you were into Daimon? my brother continued, my face now flushing as he outed me to the female doctor.
"Jack, shut up for fuck's sake!" I hissed at him, gaining a pout from him, and a glare of my Dad. "Um, sorry Doctor Marshall."
"That's okay sweetie," she smiled at me. "I have a lad around your age, and trust me, his language is far worse than yours."
After a brief chat with my Dad, she left us, telling us that once all the paperwork had been finalised, we could go. I tentatively got out of bed, holding on to Jack while Dad helped me get into some tracksuit bottoms and before we knew it, Doctor Marshall and Mr Patterson were back. Forms were signed and apologies given once more. Dad told them that his lawyer would be in touch and I was wheeled down the corridor in a chair. The car was quiet on the way home, but I could tell Dad was steaming. Jack was still pouting at my snapping at him, but he was also flashing me looks of concern. We got home and Dad actually carried me upstairs and put me to bed.
"Dad, I'm okay, really," I tried to reassure him.
"Look son," he started. "Let's not mince our words here okay."
"Okay," I agreed.
"You've been raped, more than once, and sooner or later it's going to hit you," Dad explained. "I want to get you in to see a therapist as soon as I can get one organised."
"Dad, no!" I shot back. "Look at how good the last therapist was."
During the height of my bullying in Leeds, I had cut myself a few times, never meaning to actually kill myself, but one time I did it too deep and still have a slight scar on my arm. The therapist that I went to see had basically levelled all the blame at my being gay as the root of the problem and spent more time trying to turn me straight rather than help me cope with the bullying.
"I'll ask the police detective to recommend someone," Dad told me, refusing to budge. "A gay friendly one."
"Christ, if you out me to the police, and Jack outing me at the hospital, everyone's gonna know!" I moaned. I turned over in bed, showing Dad my back, which he had got used to as a sign of me saying that the conversation was over for now. I felt his hand stroke my back and side.
"I love you, Andy," he said. "Never forget that, and never doubt for one moment that I'd shift heaven and earth for you."
"I know," I replied. "Love you too."
He left me alone, pulling the door to, without actually closing it. I shut my eyes and willed myself to sleep, hoping against hope that I could have a night without dreams.
End of chapter.
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