Hero

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Hero

Chapter Three

(The Abused Student)

Ethan may have been a superhero, but in the end, he was also a gay man. He enjoyed ogling his students in the shower after a phys. ed. class. They were all nearly fully mature. He would never make a move on any of them, and he discouraged students who flirted with him, but he really enjoyed the eye candy.

Before class, most of the boys stripped totally, put on a jock strap, and then their gym shorts and a tee shirt. There was one young man, however, who seemed to be ashamed of his body. He would begin to strip, but instead of underwear, he was already in his gym attire. After class, he never showered with his classmates. He put on his clothes and left.

Ethan was a reluctant super hero. He used his powers very sparingly, and only to help someone in trouble. His presumably shy student piqued his curiosity, so he decided to use his x-ray vision. The first thing he determined was that Ryan was cut, and very well endowed. He had nothing to be shy about. However, he did see something which shocked him, and not in a good way. Underneath Ryan's tee shirt, he had welts, both fresh and old. There was no doubt that the boy had been severely beaten. Ethan's blood began to boil. He asked Ryan to stay a minute after class. He wanted to speak to him. Ryan looked distressed.

While the rest of the students were showering, Ethan led Ryan to his desk in the corner of the gym. It was in a private space where they would not be disturbed.

Before Ethan could say a word, Ryan blurted out, "If you're wondering why I don't shower with the rest of the guys, it's because I'm very shy, and prefer not to."

"Cut the crap," Ethan said. "How'd you get those welts on your back?"

Ryan was really shocked, and he turned several shades of white. "How did you know?" he asked Ethan. Tears were welling up in his eyes.

"Talk to me," Ethan urged. "Let me help you."

Ryan took a deep breath, and then he said, "There are a couple of reasons why I don't shower with the guys. The welts are only one of them." Ryan looked distraught, like what he was about to say, was very difficult.

"I'm gay," he admitted, " and all those naked bodies turn me on. I don't want any of the guys to see me getting hard." Ryan looked relieved. A great burden had been lifted from his shoulders, by making that confession.

Ethan wanted to embrace the boy, tell him that he, too, was gay, and that the boys in the shower turned him on also, but he wisely refrained from saying anything. "So what about the welts?" he asked. "To me that's more important than your sexual orientation."

Ryan decided to trust Mr. Fields. He had admitted plenty to him, and he wanted to unburden himself of the rest of his problems. "My mother died when I was still a toddler," Ryan began. "It's just been me and my dad. We had a good relationship, until one day he found some gay literature among my school books. I never saw him so angry. I never knew he had one, but out of nowhere he produced a whip. He began to give me five lashes across my back, and then he stopped. He told me that he was going to beat me every day until he knocked the gay nonsense out of my head. I tried to explain that it wasn't nonsense; it was just the way I was, and nothing could change that. I've been punished with five lashes every evening since then."

Ethan had to stifle the anger brewing within him. "I want to go home with you, and talk to your father. He'll never lay his hands on you again."

He'll be at work," Ryan said meekly.

"Then give me your address. I'll come over tonight."

"You might make things worse," Ryan sounded concerned.

"Don't worry. I'm very persuasive, and I promised you that he'll never lay a hand on you again. I'll see to it."

That evening, Ethan stood in front of Ryan McKinney's door with a clenched fist in each hand. One fist was to knock on the door; the other was to control his anger. The door was opened by a very handsome, very well-groomed man about thirty-five years old. Ethan had expected to see some fat, balding, beer guzzler. It was easy to see the source of Ryan's good looks.

"Yes?" the hunky man asked. "Can I help you?"

"Yes," Ethan said, not so angry anymore. "I'm looking for Ryan's father."

"That would be me. Who might you be, and why are you looking for my son?"

"I'm Ryan's phys. ed. teacher. If you would allow me in, we could talk about the abuse he's been subjected to."

Ethan could see Mr. McKinney's neck turning red. "What abuse?" he literally screamed out. "If someone is abusing my son, I'll kill him. What do you know about this?"

"If you would please let me in, we can discuss this like two adults."

This time, Ryan's father not only motioned Ethan to enter, he pulled him in. "Please, talk to me," he said. "Tell me what you know."

"Are you aware, Mr. McKinney that Ryan's entire back is full of lash inflicted welts?"

"Oh my God," Mr. McKinney wailed. "I've never seen them. Ryan and I are very shy with each other. Who is beating him up and why?"

"Well, Mr. McKinney..."

"Please," McKinney interrupted, "call me Rob, and what do I call you?"

"I'm Ethan, and to answer your question. He blamed you."

Rob covered his face with his hands. "Oh my God," he uttered over and over again. "This can't be happening. It's a fucking nightmare. Believe me Ethan; I wouldn't harm that boy, in any way. I love him. Why would he say such a thing?"

"He said that you beat him up every night because he's gay."

Rob laughed sardonically. "That's ridiculous," he said. "Why would I do that? I'm gay myself."

"You're right," Ethan said. "I can't imagine what's going on here. If you are gay, do you mind if I ask you if Ryan is your natural son? He looks a lot like you."

"He's my adopted son. Let me explain. He was thirteen years old, when my husband, Brett, and I got him. He acted very effeminately. His parents assumed he was gay, and they had him declared a ward of the state. Poor Ryan was placed in the foster care system. My brother was his social worker. He believed that Brett and I would be great role models for him, and we would make wonderful foster parents. We loved the whole idea, and my brother arranged for Ryan to live with us. He was a model child, and we trained him to become more masculine in the way he walked and talked. We accomplished our goal. Two years after he came to live with us, we petitioned the courts to adopt him, and we were successful."

"I hate to ask this," Ethan said, "but is it possible that Brett is the father who beats him?"

"No, no, no, impossible. Brett is as mild-mannered as Clark Kent (Ethan laughed inwardly at the choice of comparison). "He wouldn't hurt a fly. Besides, he's a journalist and he's been on assignment in the Middle East for five weeks. I'm not sure when he'll be home."

"Then the mystery deepens," Ethan observed. "Those welts on his back are real. Where is Ryan now?"

"Ryan told me that he has a boyfriend. He visits him two or three times a week. I've asked him to bring the boy around so we could meet him, but he said that they would rather visit in his friend's apartment. I figured that maybe sex was less inhibiting there. I told you, Ryan is very shy with us. Now I wonder if he was just pretending to be shy, so we wouldn't see the welts on his back."

"Do you think I could get a glass of water?" Ethan asked.

"Sure. I'll be right back."

As soon as Rob left the room, Ethan concentrated on hearing Ryan. He was successful very quickly. Ryan was quite close by. He was in a condo just around the corner, and he was screaming in pain.

Ethan took a sip of the water. "I think we should talk to him together," he said, "and with Brett, if he's home." He handed Rob his card.

"The next time Ryan is going to be home all evening, call me and I'll rush right over. If I'm out, and a man answers, it'll be my partner, Greg. Tell him what it's about, and he'll get hold of me. Greg and I have no secrets from each other."

Rob smiled at Ethan. "My gaydar failed me," he lamented.

The moment he was outside, Ethan sped around the corner. He traced the sound of Ryan's screams to Apartment B1. He put his hand on the knob and twisted it. The lock sprung, and he went right in, closing the door behind him. Ryan's screaming was coming from the bedroom. The door was closed, but he threw it open, and was appalled at the sight which greeted him.

A naked Ryan was tied to a bedpost. His back was bleeding. Three portly, naked, middle-aged men were standing behind him. They each had a whip in their hands. When Ethan burst in they were too shocked to move. He quickly relieved all three of their whips, and untied Ryan.

"Please, don't do this. Leave us alone," Ryan cried.

If someone had told him to imagine the scene, Ethan would have pictured the three men as muscular hunks in leather. What he saw were three overweight men. One was bald, and the other two were balding. Each one of them looked like a frightened cherub. Ethan was not getting a clear picture. This dichotomy was confusing even his brilliant mind. The whole evening had been a revelation of unexplained phenomena.

Shaking like a leaf, one of the cherubs asked Ethan, "Are you the police?"

Ethan shook his head, and Ryan, who had been crying like a baby since Ethan entered the room, said, "He's my phys. ed. teacher, and I have no idea how he got here. I swear I never told him. I told him my dad was doing this to me, hoping to throw him off the track."

"Please," one of the threesome said, we aren't doing anything wrong. Let me explain."

Completely defeated by the unexpected events of the evening, Ethan said, "Okay talk, but I want all four of you to get dressed. I might call the police, and I don't think you should be naked in the presence of a minor for your own sakes. All three of you committed statutory rape."

All three men started to whimper. Finally one of them spoke. "We don't hurt anybody who doesn't want to be hurt," he said. "We're just a group of guys who like to inflict pain on each other before sex. It enhances the sex and makes our orgasms mind boggling. We could show you if you like."

There was no way these men could inflict pain on him no matter how hard they tried, so Ethan smiled and simply said, "No thank you. Now hear me good. Ryan is resigning from your little coven. If you permit him entry again, I'll know, and I will call the police. Is that understood?"

All three nodded. They looked somewhat relieved that Ethan wasn't calling the police then and there.

Ethan then turned to Ryan. "The lie you told me about your father has completely devastated him. When I left him, he was crying. Your two dads saved your life, and you have an evil way of showing your gratitude. I'm taking you home now, and we'll try to make it all okay with Rob."

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Fields. I really didn't think that you would show up at my house tonight."

"I told you I would. Now let's go." Ethan was trying to sound like he was entirely pissed off at Ryan, but somehow, he wasn't. He was more amused for some reason.

Rob was still in the living room crying. Ethan's glass of water was still on the coffee table. When Rob spotted them he looked at Ryan, and simply asked, almost in a whisper, "Why?"

Ethan left it all to Ryan, who told his tale, sobbing the whole time. By the end of his narrative he was cradled in Rob's arms.

"Listen to me," Ethan commanded. "When your dads make love, and when I make love with my partner, the last thing we are concerned about is an orgasm, enhanced or otherwise. I like to spend hours in foreplay with my guy. The object is to give each other as much pleasure as possible. We keep each other on the edge until one of us begs to cum. Trust me Ryan, the orgasm that results from all this pleasure surpasses any orgasm derived from pain."

"Amen," Rob said.

"Promise me you'll give up this senseless torture, and fully participate in my class"

"I'd like to, but what about my scars?"

"I've got that covered," Ethan said. "I'll spread a rumor that you were physically and mentally abused as a child. The state took you away from your parents and you were subsequently adopted by another couple who make your life an absolute joy. Unfortunately, the scars will always be there to remind you. You'll get sympathy and not derision. I'll even sweeten the deal. I know two handsome guys in your gym class, who came on to me. They are already hanging out together. I'll introduce you, and I'll bet you'll have some new friends, not like those weirdos I rescued you from."

Both Rob and Ryan hugged Ethan and thanked him.

When Ethan got outside, he looked around. There was nobody close by, so he flew home.

Greg greeted him with a peck on his cheek, and told him that he would reheat dinner for him.

"Have you been out being a hero?" Greg asked.

"Not exactly, but I did repair some broken family ties."

"Are you going to tell me about it?"

"Sure. When we are in bed tonight, and you're fucking me."

They both laughed and kissed each other much less chastely.

To be continued......