Walking Dead: To Be Loved

Chapter 9 of my Walking Dead story, now the drama escalates.

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Chapter 9: Endangered

Carl bit his lip as he finished pulling on the dark blue Speedo that was the uniform for the swim team at his school. He glanced at Mikey, who had the locker next to him and was doing the same. They were at another swimming practice and Carl was still concerned about Mikey.

'He's been acting strange since last weekend. Awkward and, it's like he wants to talk to me but keeps hesitating. I've never seen him like this before.' Carl mused.

Sneaking another glance at Mikey, Carl's eyes widened as he caught Mikey doing the same and quickly looking away, blushing. Carl couldn't help himself, looking Mikey up and down discreetly. He couldn't deny Mikey, while rather thin, was still athletic and, not being as pale as Carl, actually looked pretty good in his Speedo.

Carl closed his locker and suppressed a sigh. 'There's no doubt now...I really do have feelings for Mikey. But he...does he feel the same, is that why he's so awkward around me right now? Still, he looks amazing like this, far better than I do, not so ghostly.'

Carl knew he wasn't quite as thin as Mikey but only wished he could look as good in his swimming gear, but his pale skin, he felt, made him look far too pasty.

"Alright everyone out, get to the pool, we've gotta get started." The coach called out as he stepped into the doorway. "We're in our best condition yet and we gotta keep it that way."

The team all began to make their way to the door, as they did Carl stepped up next to Mikey.

"Mikey."

Mikey tensed. "C-Carl?"

Carl shook his head. "Please, we need to talk, hang back after the meet okay."

Mikey looked anxious but nodded nonetheless.

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So it was, when the swim meet had ended and the rest of the team made their way to the locker room, showered, changed and left, Carl and Mikey used the excuse of helping the coach pack away equipment and such to buy time and found themselves alone in the locker room.

"So...Carl…" Mikey hesitated.

Carl sighed and sat down on the nearest bench. "C'mon, sit down, let's talk."

"Shouldn't we-?"

"We have time, we can shower later. Please." Carl insisted.

Mikey bit his lip, trying hard not to stare at Carl, he just prayed his attraction wasn't obvious, especially with Carl looking so attractive in his tight Speedo. He sat down, his mind still full of what he had seen last weekend.

"So Mikey what is going on?" Carl asked. "You've been acting strange since last weekend, I'm worried about you dude. Is something bothering you?"

Mikey tried, he really did, but the words wouldn't come. "It's, it's nothing really, I-"

"Then why are you so distant?" Carl said quickly. "You hardly hang out with us anymore, I'm not the only one worried. Sophia keeps worrying too, on top of everything else that's on her mind. I'm surprised she's not burned herself out."

"Y-yeah, I...I thought you'd be on top of that, helping her?" Mikey remarked, trying to provide some humour.

Carl shook his head. "I do what I can. Mikey, you don't usually act like this, I-"

"I just, don't wanna interrupt you and Sophia that's all, you guys are clearly happy." Mikey burst out at last.

Carl froze, eyes wide as slowly it dawned on him exactly what was bothering Mikey.

Shaking his head, Carl reached out and, as Mikey tensed again, Carl gently touched his shoulder. Mikey inhaled sharply at the touch of Carl's hand on his bare shoulder.

"Mikey...I'm not dating Sophia. We're just friends, that's all we've been." He explained.

Mikey spluttered then choked, trying to form words. "W-wait, you, you're not, but...I saw you guys at the park and-"

"Yeah, we were helping each other with our problems, our little...friend therapy we call it." Carl explained. "We're having difficulties with who we actually do feel that way for, so we were seeking each other's advice."

"R-really...then, you guys aren't-?" Mikey whispered, eyes wide, trying not to let the renewed hope filling him to get too much.

"Really." Carl confirmed. "Besides, I wouldn't stand a chance with Sophia. I've got a Y chromosome, you see."

"Oh, oh, so Sophia, likes…?" Mikey realized, eyes widening.

Carl nods. "Yeah. There is someone though, that I've been...drawn to I guess. I just…"

"Who?" Mikey asked, trying not to get his hopes up."

"Well…" Carl began.

But then, suddenly, before he could finish, hands grabbed him and yanked him up, his shocked outburst cut off by a hand clamping over his mouth, Mikey went through exactly the same thing.

Both boys tried to struggle, but they were held fast, the hands clamped over their mouths muffled their attempted screams.

"Well, isn't this precious." A familiar cocky voice taunted.

Both boys froze, eyes wide as Brandon stepped in, smirking at them.

"Should've figured you two fags would take advantage of those skimpy swimsuits you both wear...thought you'd be spying on the other boys in the showers." Brandon continued. "But maybe you both thought it'd be better having the showers to yourselves so you could carry out your filthy degenerate dreams on each other."

"MMMMMMMMM!" Carl screamed angrily, renewing his struggles.

Brandon scoffed. "Nice try Grimes, but it's over, your little secret will soon be out. Me and my boys will make sure of that. Get them set up boys."

Carl and Mikey briefly made eye contact, both had fear reflected in their eyes. Their efforts were in vain however as Brandon's two minions, snickering to themselves as they did so, began to do something neither boy expected. They were tying them up. Before long both boys were helplessly bound, their arms behind their backs, wrists, ankles and thighs secured with lengths of white rope, more ropes bound their arms to their sides, wrapped around their torsos, level with their elbows.

"You sick freak!" Carl screamed in outrage. "What the fuck is wrong with you clowns!"

Mikey grimaced, tugging at his bonds. "Seriously, this isn't-!"

But both were cut off to again muffled screams as they were gagged. A smirking Brandon simply approached them during their tirades and, pulling out a roll of duct tape, silenced them with a few overlapping strands of tape covering their mouths.

"Much better." He remarked. "Now, to make sure you punks learn from this."

Both boys screamed into their gags. "Mmmmm mmmmmmmm!"

Brandon smirked evilly as he ignored their screams and raised the camera he had brought.

What followed was several torturous moments for the captive boys as they were mocked for their tight Speedos, teased for the slightest struggle or noise they made into their gags, all while being forcibly posed for the pictures being taken by Brandon, made to look as if they were all over each other and even made to look as if they were kissing through their gags.

"Hah, just wait until the whole school sees these...or better yet, your families." Brandon mocked. "I'm sure they'd love to know what their sons get up to after swimming practice huh?"

"MMM MMMMMMMM!" Both boys screamed, whatever anger they had evaporating in fear.

But Brandon just laughed. "Oh please, you're both clearly enjoying it, just look."

Both blushed at that, he was referring to the obvious bulges in the front of their Speedos but then, at Brandon's signal, Carl and Mikey found themselves being dragged to, of all places the showers.

"Mmm!?" Mikey let out a confused noise, muffled by his gag.

Brandon shrugged. "You boys haven't showered yet, you need too. Besides, it's what you both wanted, seeing each other in the showers."

With a cruel laugh he helped his minions set both boys up, setting them underneath two shower heads before turning the water on, which had not yet heated up causing an immediate reaction from their victims.

Brandon couldn't help his smirk, he had finally gotten his revenge on the two pathetic boys that dared to try and mess with him. What was more he had blackmail material for life to keep them in their places and ensure they wouldn't dare offend him with their disgusting relationship. He again signalled to his minions, he had actually had to pay them a lot to get them to agree with this, but the job was done, it was time to leave.

"Okay, let's get going." He said. "We've-"

"Got a lot of fuckin' explainin' to do."

Brandon froze, as did his minions, and the captives. For standing there, glaring at them with unmistakable anger in his eyes, was Coach Negan.

"Shit-"

Brandon tried to run, but Negan easily caught him. Before his minions could even try to escape, the swimming coach and at least two other teachers were there.

"Keep these beasts restrained!" Negan yelled. "Somebody else get those boys outta there and call the damn police!"

There was a flurry of action as both Carl and Mikey moaned into their gags, the nightmare was over, but their humiliation was far from being over.

End of chapter, stay tuned for next time where we'll see the fallout of this incident, anyway, read and review please.