Chapter 7

Kirby Olsen sat uncomfortably in the office chair waiting impatiently for Dr. Bambillo to enter the room.

"Damn it!" He whispered to himself, "Why are these chairs so hard?"

He was just about to stand up to relieve the pressure on his backside when the door to the room suddenly opened. Promptly dropping back down into the chair, the small jock winced in agony when his bottom made contact with the far from soft structure.

"Hello!" Dr. Bambillo greeted him, smiling as he sat down.

"H….Hello…" Kirby croaked out while flashing a slightly nervous smile and chuckling in an uncertain manner. The Dr. took notice of his strange behavior, instantly recognizing that he was physically uncomfortable and not really fidgeting from any psychological discomfort.

"Are you okay?" Dr. Bambillo questioned him, concern evident by his tone and expression.

"Oh yeah! Sure, I'm fine!" Kirby quickly insisted flashing another fake smile that was shrouded in uneasiness. "Never been better!"

"Alright then, let's get started shall we?" The Dr. stated to make sure he was ready to begin.

"Ready when you are doc!"

"Kirby, before you came in here today I spoke with Nurse McRae from the academy where you attend school at."

Kirby's face grew slightly pale at the mention of this but he continued to listen to the man.

"Although she didn't go into detail she did take it upon herself to inform me of some rather strange findings on your body…" Dr. Bambillo continued to inform him.

The paleness in Kirby's face instantly faded only to be replaced with a bright shade of red.

The two stared at one another for a moment, both waiting for the other to say something. Dr. Bambillo had his suspicions about what was going on in Kirby's case, and usually when it came to people involved in such things they would instantly start blurting out both excuses and information to explain due to their embarrassment but Kirby, although clearly embarrassed didn't do so.

"… Is everything alright? Or is there something going on that perhaps you'd like to talk about?" The Dr. questioned him cautiously fully aware of the uneasiness that the boy was experiencing. However, little did the he know that the term 'embarrassed' didn't even began to describe what Kirby was feeling.

Humiliation and being flat out mortified fit him more accurately at the moment; Kirby sat there in complete silence with his mouth slightly ajar, his mind unable to form rational thoughts. Moments passed and neither of them said a word, starting to worry, Dr. Bambillo made an attempt to get the young athlete to communicate with him.

"Kirby?" He questioned softly, Kirby looked directly at him before closing his mouth,

"Are you sure you're okay?"

Another brief moment of silence followed before the teenager slowly began to nod his head and indicate that he was for the most part okay.

Suddenly remembering to breathe again, Kirby sucked in a massive breath of air through his nostrils before he found the resolve to speak.

"W…What exactly did the nurse tell you she found?" Kirby questioned the Dr. in a small voice, fearful of the answer he was going to receive.

"Well…" Dr. Bambillo began pausing a moment to clear his throat,

"She told me that certain parts of your body had sustained some… 'Heavy damage'…"

At the sound of those words hitting his ears Kirby was on his feet in a flash!

"I…I'm sorry but I can't be here anymore, I have to go!" He turned and began to hurriedly 'limp' towards the door.

"Kirby wait a minute!" The Dr. called after him, "It's okay there is nothing to be embarrassed about! I just want to talk to you is all, if something is wrong perhaps I can help!"

Kirby halted his pathetic attempt at a retreat, but didn't turn around to look back at the Dr.

"Kirby please just sit back down, I'm not out to judge you or get you or anybody else into any trouble, I just want to make sure you are okay." The Dr. waited for a response from the auburn haired teen hoping he had gotten through to him.

Slowly Kirby turned to look over his shoulder at Dr. Bambillo, his face flushed red in embarrassment.

"Kirby you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to, although if someone is doing something to you that you don't like perhaps I can help you."

Kirby then turned around completely to face the Dr. a look of uncertainty on his face along with a hint of disapproval. Slowly but surely he made his way back over to the chair and sat back down.

"It's not what it seems!" He blurted out suddenly. The Dr. shook his head in acknowledgement as he sat quietly and listened to the teen.

"I…I'm not being abused or anything like that…" he started off slowly but paused for a minute, "Not in a bad way…."

Dr. Bambillo stared at him slightly confused, "What do you mean, not being abused in a bad way?"

Kirby's face grew even redder at the question but he somehow forced himself to go on,

"I… well… I just…kinda like being roughed up a bit… in a certain way… is all…" At this remark Kirby looked away from the Dr. no longer able to hold eye contact with the man.

"Do you mean like on the field or something?" Dr. Bambillo questioned him not really certain about what he was getting at.

"No… it's more like… well you know… in the bedroom…"

At this point Dr. Bambillo's confused expression changed to one of realization and astonishment. "Oh! I see! Well Kirby there is nothing wrong with that just as long as you aren't being forced to do anything you don't want to do. I assume the nurse recommended you come and talk to me because she may have thought you were being sexually abused and was only concerned for your safety."

"Yeah, I know she didn't mean any harm." Kirby went on, "I only came to her because my….b….partner suggested I go see her just to make sure I wasn't permanently injured or something, but I really didn't want anybody to know what I was doing and with whom…"

The embarrassed expression on the teens face had begun to fade just slightly at this point as he seemed to relax just a bit. That is until Dr. Bambillo hit him with his next question.

"I understand, so your partner sent you to the nurse, is she a schoolmate I assume?" Again Kirby's face flushed a deep shade of red,

"Well… yeah… they… um yeah… kinda.. sorta…yeah"

There was a moment of silence.

"You seem a bit uncomfortable mentioning your partner," The Dr. informed him, "You said you didn't want anybody to know what you were doing and with who and you haven't really referred to your partner as someone you're dating. Are the two of you dating or do you only see one another for your secret activities… If you don't mind my asking?"

Kirby took a deep breath before answering, he opened his mouth to speak but clamped it shut again,

"Wait a minute, before I go on you're not gonna tell anybody about this are you? I don't want anybody to know about the two of us, it has to stay a secret!" Kirby looked fearfully at the man as he waited for confirmation that his secret would indeed remain a secret.

"Oh! Yes of course, I am legally obligated to keep any and everything we talk about solely between the two of us, as long as no one's life is in danger nothing we talk about will leave this room." Dr. Bambillo assured him. With that being said, Kirby took another deep breath and seemed to relax a bit more.

"Well… my… b… person that I see… isn't… what most people would think they are…." Kirby paused struggling to go on, he didn't really want to tell anybody what he was doing and who he was seeing but he felt that if he did tell someone it would help ease his paranoia on the issue.

"Well there's nothing wrong with dating someone who is much different from you, is this special someone of a different ethnicity?" The Dr. asked in a gentle manner.

Kirby shook his head, "No it's not that…"

"Well okay is there an age gap between the two of you?"

Again the boy shook his head, "No it's not that either…"

The Dr. paused for a moment, "Is it a social issue? I mean would the other athletes I assume you hang around and the people they hang around have a problem with the two of you being together?" Dr. Bambillo continued to press on in an effort to get all the facts about the situation that the boy seemed so amped on keeping a secret.

Kirby took another deep breath, "Well… yeah that's part of the problem…"

The Dr. again waited a moment to see if the boy would give him any more information but he didn't.

"I can understand that then, you are at a point in life where peer pressure is a big issue for you."Dr. Bambillo informed him.

"Yeah but that's only a small part of the problem… he….THEY!" Kirby quickly tried to cover up his verbal slip, "They… don't seem… to care about stuff… like that…."

Dr. Bambillo stared at the boy, "He?"

The redness that had disappeared form the teens face earlier had returned with a vengeance, Kirby stared back at the Dr. dumbfounded. Clearly contemplating lying and saying that he didn't mean to say that, but he knew it was too late. Closing his eyes he let out a sigh as he placed his hands up to his face.

"Oh god damn it…" He mumbled under his breath

"So, your significant other is a he, your boyfriend, correct?" The Dr. asked calmly.

Not making eye contact with the Dr. Kirby shook his head to confirm.

"Please don't tell anybody! I don't want anyone to know!" Kirby practically begged him.

"Kirby I won't tell anybody what you've told me, as long as nobody's life is in danger then this conversation will be kept strictly between you and I." Dr. Bambillo assured him a second time.

Kirby shook his head in acknowledgement, before the Dr. went on, "So let me make sure I have everything straight, your body is bruised and battered because you like to engage in rough play in the bedroom with your boyfriend, who is of a different social standing from yourself Correct?"

Again Kirby simply shook his head, "Okay," The Dr. continued, "Despite your social differences, your boyfriend doesn't care if others find out but you do?"

"Yes, that's right." Kirby confirmed, "I made him promise me he wouldn't tell anyone and so far he has kept that promise…. I think."

"I see" The Dr. Began again, "The rough housing you two engage in, it wasn't a form of blackmail was it? I mean was it something he wanted you to do for him being that you wanted the relationship to stay a secret?"

"NO!" Kirby nearly shouted, "Not at all, the whole thing was my idea, all of it, I approached him the first time we spoke, I asked him out, keeping the relationship a secret was my idea and so was the rough sex play…" His voice trailed off as he finished and the expression on his face seemed to indicate that he had suddenly realized something that he found astounding.

"I see, you seem to be a very private person and your boyfriend must really care about you, I'm sure it's a hassle to see one another and keep your relationship a secret, most people wouldn't be willing to do so much for someone else and hide from the eye of the public while doing it unless they were deeply in love." Dr. Bambillo informed him.

Hearing those words Kirby's eyes widened for a minute before he squeezed them shut, an unbearable amount of guilt and pain had begun to well up inside him.

"I know!" He spoke up suddenly on the verge of tears, "I know I'm wrong for asking for so much and I know he cares about me! Not only has he agreed to all of that but he will deliberately go out of his way to put up a front to make it look like there is nothing going on between us. He'll come back by the gym and throw fire crackers at the other football players just to anger them and even fight with me just to make it look like we don't get along! But despite all that he still enjoys seeing me and being with me…"

Kirby paused struggling to hold back tears,

"I ask him for so much but give him so little in return…. But I can't….I just can't bring myself to be open about my relationship with him or my sexuality… I can't walk around here with confidence knowing that everybody else knows I'm a homosexual, and that.."

Again he stopped it was getting harder and harder to keep his emotions under wrap but he had to get it all out, he had to tell somebody. He couldn't keep walking around with everything bottled up inside him.

"…That is what drew me to him to begin with. The fact he has the nerve, the bravery and the courage to do what I can't do… To be he who he truly is… and not give a damn about what anybody has to say about it!"

Managing to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall Kirby sunk his teeth into his bottom lip almost breaking the skin. Another bout of silence fell between the two before the Dr. spoke up,

"I can tell you feel guilty about all of this."

"I do, I really do!" Kirby replied, "If I wasn't such a fucking coward then maybe…" Again he paused, tears streaming down his face,

"Maybe this wouldn't be a problem…."

"Nut case? More like a fruit cake if you ask me!" Came officer Monson's reply to the story.

"Agreed, we have quite a few students at the academy who clearly play for the other team!" Dr. Crabblesnitch informed him.

"Ha, that's nothing!" Dr. Bambillo started up again, "I saw no need to keep seeing that one so I told him he only needed to come back if he felt like it and I haven't heard from him since. However, if I were either of you I'd stay away from that Damon kid, he's not well…"