Date: Tue, 01 Feb 2000 11:20:56 -0500
From: fsw <fsw99@mindspring.com>
Subject: Matt and Mike Chapter 14

Warning! This story contains sex between minor boys. If you are underage,
this is illegal in your country, or do not like this type of story, please
do not read this.

			       MATT and MIKE

			     Chapter Fourteen

Mike didn't have any choice. He knew that if he didn't do what his father
had told him, his punishment would just be lots worse. He ran to his room
and started to undress. Tears were falling all over his clothes, as they
were discarded.

Mike's father smiled, and went and poured himself a stiff drink. "I should
have started to make Mike walk the line a long time ago.", he thought to
himself. He finished his drink, took off his belt, and happily walked
towards his son's bedroom, another big smile on his face.

He walked into Mike's room, where Mike was rapidly trying to clean up the
mess that had accumulated over several months. Teenagers bedrooms are
always a mess. Mike had stripped down to nothing but his underpants.

"See, Dad, I am cleaning my room. Please just let me finish. I won't do
anything else wrong.", Mike pleaded.

"Mike, you say that every time I have to come here and punish you. The only
way you are going to learn is from taking your punishment like a man when
you do something wrong. You have to learn to do what I tell you to do. What
are you doing still wearing your underpants, anyway? I told you to get
undressed, and you know I mean all the way. I think you just bought
yourself another 5 licks, boy.", he said, smiling openly.

Mike yanked them down quickly. "No, Dad, please. Just let me clean my
room. Don't beat me again. Just give me one chance. I won't disappoint you
again.", he begged.

After looking up and down his son's body, he said "Lie down. Begging won't
help you. If you don't, the punishment will only be worse."

Mike knew he had no choice, so he lay down and took his punishment. He was
almost getting used to it.

The next day, Mike continued the same routine. Again, he avoided Matt. Matt
was getting frantic.  He knew when Mike ate lunch, and he had study hall
that period. He knew he could get into trouble if he skipped it, but he had
to see Mike. He HAD to.

Mike was walking into the lunch room, when Matt finally spotted him. He ran
over, and grabbed him from behind. His hand touched one of Mike's many
bruises, causing him pain.

"Mike, I have been looking all over for you. Why haven't you called or come
over to my house?  Why haven't you waited for me in the mornings? What have
I done? Are you mad at me?", Matt blurted out.

Mike just couldn't face him right then. His temper flared. "LEAVE ME THE
FUCK ALONE!", he yelled, burst into tears and ran down the hall, leaving
Matt staring after him.

Matt thought he was going to throw up. He got light headed, and almost fell
down. What could have happened to make his best friend and lover hate him
all of a sudden? He also burst into tears in front of all the people who
were staring at him after Mike's outburst, and ran down the hall after
Mike.

Matt had hesitated a little too long in going after Mike. He was long
gone. "Well", Matt thought, "I can find him after school and I will do
anything I have to do to make it up to him. I will crawl on my hands and
knees if I have to. Whatever I have done, I will beg him to forgive
me. This will just blow over, and everything will be the same."

But, everything would never be the same. Several of both Matt's and Mike's
friends had witnessed the exchange between the two boys. Rumors that they
were both gay spread like wildfire throughout the school. By the end of the
day, most of their friends had already heard it.

Matt thought he would be OK, but the more he thought about what had
happened, the sicker it made him. He finally was feeling so sick, he went
to the front desk and asked to be released for the day. They sent him to
the clinic, where the nurse on duty took his temperature, and called his
Mom. She didn't have a class for a couple of hours, and said she would pick
him up.

When she got to the school, Matt wouldn't tell her what was wrong.

"Matt, you have to tell me what is wrong with you. Do you want to go to the
doctor?", she asked.

"No, Mom, I can't explain it. I just had to go home. Please, just let me
work it out, OK?", he asked.

"Well, we are going to talk more about this when you get home.", she
said. I knew I was in for the inquisition once we got home.

Then, I saw Mike walking down the sidewalk. He had left school, also.

"Mom, stop the car. Please! I have to get out and talk to Mike.", I yelled.

"What? Stop right here?", she said.

"Yes. Please. It is really important. I will tell you about it later. I
just have to get out now. Please, Mom. Please trust me. It is really
important.", I begged.

She pulled over to the curb, and I hopped out and ran over to Mike. He
barely acknowledged my presence.

"Mike, what is wrong? You have to talk to me. If I have done anything, I
will do anything to make it up to you. I don't have any idea what I have
done, but it must be bad. I love you. Don't break up with me.", I said,
already starting to cry.

He finally looked up at me, and saw my tears. He couldn't help it, and
started crying himself.  "You didn't do anything. This has nothing to do
with you, don't you understand?", he cried.

"No. I don't understand anything. You won't talk to me. You avoid me. You
tell me to leave you alone the first time I have seen you in four days. I
thought you loved me.", I said, breaking down.

Mike couldn't take it. He pulled me to him, and we cried on each other's
shoulders, holding each other tight. We stayed that way for several
minutes. We were in our own little world. We didn't even hear Mom drive
away. She had seen the whole thing.


"Mike, tell me what is wrong. You at least owe me that much.", I cried.

"All right, I will tell you. Not here. Let's go to my house first.", Mike
said.

We walked the rest of the way in silence. My stomach was turning over,
thinking that Mike was going to break up with me. Mike's was turning over,
thinking about what he had to tell me.

We finally got to his house, and we walked into Mike's bedroom.

"OK, tell me. I have to know. Have you found someone else?", I blurted out.

"No, it is nothing like that.", Mike said, and started to take off his
shirt. Tears were flowing down his cheeks as he undid the last button, and
pulled it off.

He had belt marks on his chest, but they were nothing like the marks on his
back. "Oh, baby, who did this to you?", I cried, pulling him to me.

"Dad. He has gone crazy. He found the pot I bought at school. He has beaten
me every day since I got back. I don't know what I can do.", Mike said,
crying against my shoulder.

"I am so sorry. Can I see the rest?", I asked.

Mike just nodded, and pulled off his shoes, socks, long pants and
underwear. His lower body was covered in whelps. I just cried and held
him. My beautiful lover had been beaten brutally.

"Mike, I am so sorry. I wish it had been me instead of you that got the
beatings. I would gladly take them, if I could stop you from being
beaten. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?", I asked, as
the tears flowed.

"I need to make love to you right now. I need to know that there is someone
in the world that really loves me. Will you do that for me?", he asked.

"Oh, yes. I would do that anytime for you, but I will gladly show you how
much I love you now.", I said, already pulling off my clothes.

It didn't take me long to strip completely, and I laid down on the bed to
let Mike prepare me. He was thinking more about how much hurt and pain he
had just gone through than making me ready for him. He entered me far too
early. I guess he just couldn't wait. He had to know that someone loved
him, and would make the ultimate sacrifice to show their love for him.

It hurt more than any other time in my life. It felt like I was being torn
apart. I started to yell out, but I remembered what I had thought to
myself. I would do anything to get Mike back. He needed me now. He had
endured lots more pain in the past few days than what I was
experiencing. If he could do it, I could too. I just bit my lip and took
it. I tasted blood in my mouth. I didn't care. I would have a mark on my
lip from biting it for the next few days. I told everybody that it was a
fever blister.

Mike's luck had totally changed ever since he got back to his house from
the camping trip. It had to get better. It couldn't continue to get
worse. Could it?

It could. The next thing we knew, Mike's father walked into the room.

     To Be Continued

Any reader's comments or criticisms are appreciated. The more comments I
get, the quicker I will forward more chapters. Again, I am trying to tell
the story using actual facts, but I do insert parts of the story that did
not really happen. The boys always give me permission, before I submit my
version. I hope you like this method of telling a story. Any comments can
be sent to fsw99@mindspring.com. The only gratification I really get out of
writing is your comments. I have made good friends out of Matt and Mark,
and could use some more.