BIG TIME CRUEL

INTRO: The story takes place when the boys are in their mid-twenties. BTR still exists, but the boys also do their own 'thing'. For instance, Logan went to college to become a doctor. Everyone supports him and he is still an A-student. He is now in training to become a surgeon and is about to graduate this school year. The boys all still live at the Palm Woods with Mrs. Knight and young lady Katie. They all have long term girlfriends. Kendall and Jo are even engaged to be married. James and Lucy have been happy together as well as Carlos and Alexa. Logan and Camille have been in a serious relationship for a number of years now and she is hoping that he'll propose to her when he graduates.

This is a more serious story dealing with a very delicate theme: abuse. I don't mean to shock anyone at any time, so there will be no details what so ever of the abuse in the story. This story will mostly focus on the mental/physical consequences for the character involved. Something like this should never happen to anyone in real life.

I don't owe BTR or any of the characters involved and this story is entirely fictional.

CHAPTER ONE

"Dr. Mitchell, we are very excited to have such a talented doctor on our team," The Head of the Surgery Department said shaking Logan's hand firmly.

"Thank you, doctor," Logan answered him blushing slightly.

"You come with great recommendation, young man. You are a straight A-student and you have what it takes to help people in need of medical help," he went on.

"Well, I'm excited to learn from you, doctor," Logan responded politely.

The surgeon explained Logan what would be expected from him during his training. He also told him that he needed to follow a special psychological program. It was custom-made for young surgeon's to check whether they were cut out for the job and also to help them deal with possible losses during their training and their work later on.

The Head of the Surgery Department showed his new student around and also introduced him to his professor who would guide him during the psychological program. It was a woman somewhere in her mid-thirties. She had her hair in a neat bun and was wearing a classic suit underneath her white lab coat. She had greyish eyes and a very stern face. She gave Logan cold shivers straight away. While the surgeon talked some more about the training, the lady professor was looking Logan over and he started to feel very uncomfortable. He told himself that he was probably just imagining things and concentrated on his teacher.

The psychological program would start the next day so the two would get acquainted for a bit. Logan wasn't thrilled with the idea, but he knew he had no choice if he wanted to graduate and become a surgeon at the end of the school year. He decided not to overthink things too much and went home to enjoy a nice evening with his friends.

The next day was filled with rounds. Logan followed the surgeon around as he checked on all of his patients. He was asked lots of questions and was always able to answer flawlessly. He was feeling very happy. The psychology session was scheduled at the end of the day. Logan was dead tired by then and really wanted to just go home. He was supposed to meet his professor in her office. He sighed nervously and knocked on her door.

"Come in, Mr. Mitchell," she said with an ice cold voice as she opened the door for him. "Please take a seat."

Logan couldn't help but feel uncomfortable again as he walked past her. She seemed to check him out again. He sat down and nervously bit his bottom lip. There was an awkward silence when she walked ever so slowly back to her desk chair.

"So," she started. "I have read your file and you have a flawless reputation. You have the highest scores in all of your year. That sounds nice."

Logan blushed.

"But that doesn't matter to me at all," she stated coldly. "You can be a straight A-student all you want. But if you want to succeed in my course and be qualified as a doctor, you will do whatever I tell you to do without questions being asked. Is that understood?"

Logan swallowed nervously.

"It is very easy, really, Mr. Mitchell," she went on while standing up and walking towards Logan. "You obey me and keep your mouth shut about what happens during these sessions and I'll let you pass. If you so much as talk to anyone about this or ask questions and disobey me, I'll flunk you and personally make sure you'll never practice medicine anywhere in your life. Got it?"

Logan nodded his head starting to feel even more uncomfortable by now.

"Get up," she said.

Logan immediately did as he was told. She walked around him looking him up and down and Logan's heart hammered away in his chest. What was going on?

"Hm. You're a handsome one," she said.

Logan almost felt as if she was undressing him with her eyes. He shivered.

"Got a first name?" She asked him. Her voice was still ice cold.

" L-L-Logan," he stammered.

"Well, Logan," she said. "Let's make sure that you understood everything I just told you. Start unbuttoning your shirt."

"Excuse me?" Logan asked. He just hoped he didn't hear what his professor was saying.

"You heard me," she told him. "Start unbuttoning your shirt and take it off."

"Why?" Logan asked feeling all confused.

"Because you're hot and I wanna have some fun with you during these stupid sessions," she said smirking evilly. "And didn't I tell you to not ask questions and just obey me? I will flunk you and make sure you'll never work. Hear me! So, what about it?"

"I … have a-a g-g-girlfriend," Logan stammered nervously.

"I don't give a damn," she answered coldly. "If you want to graduate, you'll do what I tell you to do and we'll have some fun together. Or at least, you'll make sure that I'll have fun. Now get started already."

Logan's hands were shaking, but nevertheless he started to unbutton his dress shirt. He silently hoped she would end it at that.

"Take off the shirt and throw it on the floor," she said as Logan reached his last button.

He did as he was told and she moved closer towards him letting her hair loose in the process.

"Hmm," she said scanning his upper body. "You work out, huh?" She let her long fingers travel down from his bare chest to his washboard abs.

Logan visibly shivered.

"Nice," she went on. "Let's see what else you are hiding. Take off your pants."

"But …," Logan started only to be cut off straight away.

"Yeah, your butt is cute," she answered him harshly. "No questions, remember. Get on with it!"

Logan was starting to tremble all over by now.

"Do you wanna flunk, Logan?" She threatened. "Because I can easily do that. It's your choice, really. Wasn't it your dream to become a doctor one day?"

Logan's trembling hands went to his belt buckle and he slowly started to remove it. He swallowed and undid his button and the zipper to his skinny jeans.

"Still waiting," she said. "Get a move on. I'm starting to lose my patience here."

Logan closed his eyes as he started to undo his pants.

"Toss them away and stand up," she said.

As Logan did as he was told, she walked over to him and pushed him all the way up to the wall in her office. Her hands wandered all over his body. Logan was trembling like a leaf by now. He didn't know what to do or what was happening to him.

"Let's have a little fun, now," she whispered seductively in his ear as her hands were all over his bare chest and abdomen again.

Logan couldn't stop the tears from falling down his cheeks. He was terrified by now!

"What's this? Are we crying, 'doctor'?" She mocked him. "You know doctors don't cry, right? You're not supposed to show your emotions. And I hate cry baby's. So stop your whining and crying and man up."

"Please, don't do this," he said still crying. He was still trembling like a leaf.

"Why not? I'd love to get to know this handsome guy a little better," she said touching Logan's body again.

He flinched and trembled even more as his professor's hands were all over his body by now. Tears were spilling down his pale cheeks.

"No, please," was all he managed to choke out.

"I see. You've never done this before now, have you?" She asked smirking evilly. "Well, that's even more fun for me! This is going to be such a great semester."

Logan couldn't stop crying and his body shook violently all over. His breathing was erratic and he was desperately trying to hide his body from his professor. He curled up into a ball as he slid down against the cold wall. He so wished he could block out what happened to him just minutes ago …

"That was fun," she stated without even showing remorse for what she just put the raven haired boy through. "We should do that again sometime soon."

She walked over to his clothes and threw them at him.

"Get dressed," she ordered.

Logan grabbed his clothes and hastily started to get dressed again which wasn't easy as he was still shaking badly. As he was nearly dressed, his professor grabbed him by the collar of his dress shirt.

"Not a word about this to anyone," she said viciously. "If you talk about what happened, I'll say that you came on to me. You'll get flunked and you'll never be a doctor in your life. Is that clear? I hold all the cards here."

Logan nodded his head still shaking badly.

"Get a grip, cry baby," she said slapping him hard.

Finally, she let Logan leave. There was no one else in the hallway and Logan was relieved. He could hardly walk as he was in so much pain and he couldn't stop trembling and crying. How was he supposed to face his friends? And what had he done to deserve this? Logan felt awful. He was close to hyperventilating and did his utmost best to get a grip on his breathing. But the worst part was that he felt so dirty and used. He so desperately wanted to take a shower and go to bed. He suddenly remembered that Camille was out with Jo to shoot some scenes in New York for a couple of days, so he decided to go to her apartment and take the much needed shower before facing his friends.

He was still shaking like a leaf when he let the hot water run and started to undress once again. As he saw his naked body in Camille's full length mirror, he felt even worse. He jumped into the shower and frantically started to scrub his body, but somehow her scent was still lingering in his nostrils no matter how hard he tried to get rid of it.

After he was done, he dried himself off and got dressed again. He decided to take a pill to help him calm down. It took about half an hour for the pill to actually work and Logan decided that it was now time to head back to apartment 2J.

"Hey, bud. You finally made it!" James said walking out of the kitchen as Logan entered the apartment. He wanted to pat his friend's shoulder, but Logan visibly flinched.

"Sorry, man. Did I scare you?" James asked his friend.

"Huh. No," Logan said softly.

James and the other BTR boys immediately noticed how pale he looked and he had a distant look in his eyes.

"Loges. Are you alright?" Kendall asked.

"Oh, yeah. Just really tired," Logan lied trying to smile, but the smile never reached his eyes. He stood there in the middle of the room nervously fidgeting with his fingers.

"Want me to make you some toast, honey?" Mrs. Knight asked worriedly.

"Oh, no. I already ate a little something at the hospital," Logan lied. He didn't know he would be able to keep anything down. "I just want to go to bed. I'm super tired."

"Sure, honey," she said.

Logan went upstairs and to his shared room with Kendall. He grabbed a pair of pajamas from his closet and went to the bathroom to get ready. He looked in the mirror again and hated seeing his own reflection. Suddenly he felt the bile creep up in his throat and ran towards the toilet. He hunched over and threw up violently. He was crying again. How would he ever get rid of this feeling of being dirty and used? And how would he be able to get some much needed sleep now? This wasn't over! She made that perfectly clear to him.