Interlude Will

"Strip," Damien's harsh command forced Will into action. His hand was on the zipper before he could think about it. As he slid out of his jumpsuit, he could almost feel the gazes of everyone on his naked skin.

He was humiliated, afraid, and yet hard as a rock.

Quickly he covered his dick, hoping to hide his hard-on.

But it was for nought. Damien grabbed his hands exposing his shame to the watchers.

"Is the little pervert excited for his punishment?" Damien mocked.

Will blushed bright red, but his hard-on did not subside. It even twitched, with just a drop of precum on the top.

Damien chucked dragging an unresting Will to the chair. The older boy seated, and pulled Will over his lap. "Spread your legs."

Will did as he was told, his dick pressing onto Damien's leg.

"Count them," Damien said, and stuck with his bare hand.

"One. Two."

Will could feel the sting. It made him squirm. Which made his dick rub on Damien's leg.

"Three. Four."

Burning on his butt. Pressure in his balls. Gazes on his skin. It all mixed.

Lost in sensation Will miscounted. Damien made him start from one. It did not matter. There was no set number.

Will's eyes were tearing. People were watching him cry like a sissy.

It was humiliating. It was hot as hell.

His butt felt like on fire. Will started kicking his legs. He couldn't help it. Even if it exposed his hole.

Suddenly Damien pulled him up. His legs spread, he was sitting in the older boy's lap, his naked, red butt pressed against Damien's shorts, and his aching dick exposed for all to see.

Mike was in front of him, forced to watch Will's punishment, his mouth slightly open.

Will could not stop it. It was too much. He came, his cum splattered on Mike's face

Will awoke.

Another dream like this. He picked up the wet tissue that he kept by the bed for such occasions, and started to wipe himself.

He would need to change sheets again.

Luckily in The Enrichment Center, washing was mostly automated, so he just had to bundle it right place.

It was just a dream. It didn't happen like that.

Before Damien could keep his promise, GLaDOS had interfered saying that it was not appropriate. That it could be miscounted as a sexual act with a minor. And that the purpose was to punish and not to reward Will.

She could have skipped the last part.

It was not true.

Those were just dreams.

Instead, he got a long lecture on all the things that could go wrong with reckless looking using his mind's eyes. Another lecture about privacy, not being a dirty voyeur.

Frankly, he would have preferred a spanking. Even a public one.

Not like that!

And his long-term punishment was to act as a big brother to Ten. El got a more fun punishment, punching holes in reality with her mind in the lab.

After a trip to the automatic bathroom, where various robotic arms had washed him thoroughly, Will put on a clean jumpsuit and rushed to breakfast.

In the Enrichment Center, breakfasts were communal, served in cafeterias, which meant he got to eat with his friends every day.

He ran into Lukas and his little sister on the way. The basketball training had made his friend very fit, and an aperture jumpsuit did nothing to hide it.

"He's moping because Max is mad at him," Erica said.

Will turned to Lukas and saw she was right. He hadn't noticed because he was distracted by shining muscles. He was such a bad friend. "Are you all right, Lukas? Do you want to talk about it?"

"No," Lukas said, but there was something shifty in his tone. "And don't look in my head. It's private."

"He freaked out about something Max had been reading," Erica cheerfully ratted him out. "I mean, what's so bad about chocolate milk?"

"Don't look!" Lukas almost shouted, a slight blush on his face. He sounded really embarrassed.

Will raised his hands, palms up, as a sign of peace. "I'm not going to. I have better control than that."

Lukas was blushing so hard it must have been about a sex thing. Will was a bit curious but let it go. After all, it wasn't like he wanted to talk about his own sex thing.

The awkward silence was suddenly broken by Dustin's eager arrival.

"What happened to your hand?" Luke turned to greet the newcomer. Will also glanced over, immediately spotting the blue-black stain on Dustin's right hand.

"Just a little experiment. The Iodine Starch Reaction on skin," Dustin declared, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of scientific discovery.

"You experimented on yourself, again?" Lukas asked, his tone blending irritation with a hint of concern.

"It was perfectly safe. Besides, all the great scientists conducted experiments on themselves at some point. Like Madame Curie," Dustin replied, his voice full of admiration for the legendary scientist.

"Didn't she die from drinking radioactive tea?" Erica chimed in, her tone half-serious, half-teasing.

"It wasn't tea. It was prolonged exposure to radiation that got her, not a beverage," Dustin corrected her, slightly rolling his eyes. "But she discovered radium and polonium, which was groundbreaking. Risk comes with the territory when you're pushing the boundaries of knowledge!"

"If you come to the point of shouting 'I WILL SHOW THEM ALL,' take a deep breath and think again: do you really need Mecha Godzilla?" a new voice cut in. Will smiled. Mike had arrived.

But he was alone. "Where's El?"

"She's eating with her aunt and mother today. Her mother's back for a few days," Mike said.

Together, they reached the cafeteria. Erica split off to join her own friends, while the boys looked for enough seats for all of them. There were no menus, or even a need to order. Everything was monitored, and soon after they were seated, the shining metal androids came with their meals.

Each meal was specifically tailored for each of them. Dustin had shown Will that meals could be modified from any computer linked to the network, as long as it was within the limits of their diets, but Will had never bothered.

The group found the food tasty and nutritious. Dustin, who used to be a bit chubby, now looked like he could embark on a supervillain career without being embarrassed to wear spandex.

Next to his meal, there it was—a cup with the aperture logo and a cartoon witch on it. Witch's Brew, a drink just for him. Well, if El had been there, she would have gotten one too.

It was advertised as a concoction made by witches for witches, and it supposedly helped with psychic powers.

For those not psychic, it was just herbal tea, but from the first gulp, Will could feel his head clearing, and the world suddenly became more vivid.

It helped with both power and control and reduced the headaches and nosebleeds from overusing powers.

"Guys, I heard this," Dustin began to say conspiratorially, "but there's a rumor that someone is in alien quarantine?"

Mike's eyes lit up. "Could it mean El's dad is back?"