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Benjy's Boy: Chapter Ten
It was a low and rainy day, as I had expected from spring in Great Britain. I didn't really care, though. England was a great place to live, in my opinion. And although I had never even been to London, I still felt like Britain was the only place in the world that I liked.Rain was pounding the streets, washing the grime and disgust from roofs and refreshing the community. I could smell that dampened smell that happens usually in spring and autumn, like a mixture of wetness, cold air, and newly grown grass. It was a nice smell, I thought. But that was hardly on my mind, especially on a day like this, and after what had happened to me recently.For a brief period of time, my life seemed almost perfect. I had a nice partner, a fine life, a loving family, and a great home and education. And then I went to the Alley and screwed everything up. I kept telling myself that it was only my fault, that only I could be blamed for the atrocious deaths of those punks in the Alley. Yes, I may not have held the weapons, but I may as well have. Whoever Jasper was, I wasn't inclined to care. He was some mysterious and shady character obviously from the richer world. His voice showed it. I did not need to see him to know that his strong and smugly snobbish British accent stood out so clearly. Yet, I had to admit that it was the sexiest voice in the world. Others, you ask? Australians have adorable voices, in my opinion. Scandinavian voices are hot, but only in a naive sense. American voices are too common. I mean, you see them all the time in movies. But Benjy made it work.I was having doubts that Jasper had done it to protect me. I didn't know what truly happened when I was knocked out there. Maybe I was ganged upon, maybe I was moments from rape and possible murder. But not even that justifies the killing of dozens of people, punk or not. Jasper may have saved me once, but why was he following me in the first place? I felt much too vulnerable, and quite threatened. Jasper had me wrapped around his little finger. I owed him one, and whatever way I chose to see it, I was his complete and utter bitch.It was a few days after the killing, a Friday. I had become accustom to sitting in the nearby Popham Park. Popham was our city. It was nice, but it had too few rich people and too many slums. The park was visited by both, albeit I just wanted to be alone. That was mainly why I was there. With the warm winds blowing by, and the downpour of rain soaking me through, I sat on an old wooden bench on the farthest end of the park. People passed with their dogs or just themselves every once in a while, and there was the obvious cliche of a couple running after a kiss in the rain.I was there to get away from the world, all of it. A day after the killing, Jasper was insistent on calling me to check I had done it all. I had. My hair was now an icy blond. While, yes, I looked supposedly fine, I wasn't too fond of it. And I had scrubbed my skin so roughly, I felt sore for hours. But it hadn't helped scour away my guilt. Now I would find it soothing to be free of the murder investigation, Benjy constantly bugging me about when I would speak to him, my gang of friends always caring for me, and Jasper, who seemed to have my best interests at heart but was so heartless himself. I couldn't tell if he wanted to protect me or hurt me, screw me or abuse me. But my, that voice. It just ruffled some feathers.And Benjy. He seemed to make everything that little more complicated. The problems he plagued me with, not purposely, couldn't be cured by sitting on a bench in some dirty old park. He wanted to know why I was acting different, why I was so disconnected all of the time. He didn't mind our lack of sex. He never did. And I still loved him, but I was just worried for him. If he knew where I had been last Monday, that those people died because of me, he wouldn't want to be with me any more. If he knew about Jasper, threateningly protecting me, he would distance himself from me. It seemed whatever option I chose, it would always end up bad.So there I sat in the Popham Park, the rain soaking my newly blond hair and my head staring lazily out onto the grass. I needed someone to talk to, any one. But someone I didn't know, someone who wouldn't react badly or reveal the secret. But all I had was myself, and the excessive phone calls from Jasper.And off went my iPhone, with its pathetic ringing banging my eardrums like the bells of Big Ben."What, Jasper?!" I answered, my voice tight and anxious."I'm watching you.""Why? Why are you watching me, why are you following me and protecting me? It's time to answer! Answer me!""I watch you to make sure you do not stray, I follow you because you are my new victim, and I protect you because you are mine now," answered that voice, that beautifully British voice."I am not yours!""I am afraid that was never up to you. I have given you exactly four days since the killings to calm yourself down, now we must start business," Jasper announced."And what kind of business is that?""The kind where I tell you to do something and you do it.""Are you threatening me?!""Yes.""And what if I say no?" I asked."Then your bag of clothes get dropped off at the nearest Police station, your alibi denies you were with them on Monday, and a certain camera tape from a local shop proving you were at the Alley gets sent to the Police too.""You said you destroyed those things!""Yes, I did say that. You see, it is this new invention we British like to call besting the rest of the world; fooling them in every manner and aspect; lying. I am sure you are aware of it. None is a better liar than a Briton.""You played me," I stated."Like a piccolo.""What do you want me to do, then, Jasper?" I asked, quietly."First of all, I need to prove your loyalty to me," Jasper told."Why would I be remotely loyal to you?""I am your protector, your guardian. While Benjamin keeps your bed warm at night, it is I who stopped those men, boys really, from ending you. I would like you to trust and respect me, for even now I am protecting you. Not only will you be my victim, but you will be my informant.""Informant for what? What could I possibly tell you, that you don't already know?""You do not need to know who I am or what I am doing, what my aims are or anything about me except the fact that I am a powerful man. And all powerful men have weaknesses. I need you to act on these weaknesses for me.""But why me specifically?""Why NOT you? You are a dark boy. Perhaps you are not ready to murder, but I know you will one day soon. You can be taught the trade I wish to teach you, too. You are a determined child. I suppose a main reason was that you aren't an ugly boy. After I selected you, I discovered your closet homosexuality, and that helps, too.""What does my homosexuality have to do with you?""It is a quality that widens the plane-field. It means that, should I want you to sleep with a man, you wouldn't be uncomfortable. You will do as I say simply because I say it, or you will do as a guard says as you stand behind bars for a very long time.""What would you have me do?""I would have you do many things. But I think we should start with infiltration. You will be the infiltrator, my person on the inside. I need you to infiltrate the Park Popham Hotel, without questions. By Monday, I want you to have a job there as bellboy or dishwasher, whatever. Get a job there, and make friends with as many employees as possible. Do that, and this Monday you will go to the address on the card I gave you last Monday, and we will discuss what it is that you must do for me.""Why the Park Popham Hotel? Are they competition, or something?""No questions. My motives are not of your concern, so do as you are told and get a job there by Monday. Make friends with the employees, if you would, and be at the address at 9AM sharp.""Okay.""I'll be in touch," he said, as he always ended a conversation, before hanging up. It was then that I decided to stop wallowing in self-pity, and to get over it. I believed Jasper, that the punks were going to kill me, and I didn't exactly hate the man for killing them. He saved me to do it, and I never thanked him for it.I stood sternly from the bench, very well late afternoon, almost teatime. It was nearing seven or six PM, and I decided to make things right, to act like everything was normal. I assumed that was what Jasper wanted me to do, or else he would frame me for the murder. But I wouldn't call him on that bluff, so I decided to become his bitch. Yet, I knew I had to sort things out with my friends and Benjy, so I decided that will be what I do.------------------------------------Now that the Alley was a major crime scene, and it looked to be a Friday night, I suspected everyone would be at the Hangout. It became a ritual to go there on Friday nights, and it was now one of the only places we underage teenagers could now go to break minor laws(smoking, alcohol consumption, underage sex, and all of the above).Once I arrived on that field, the field Benjy and I almost established our relationship, where we had spent the entire night, I sighed. I could see him sitting there, in the shadows of the exact spot, his head in his knees and a saddened look about him."Benjy?" I asked. "Why aren't you in the Hangout, like all the others?""Oh, fuck. I... I guess it's just not as much fun if you're not there," he complimented, rising to his feet upon my approach."Sorry.""Where have you been lately, Kay?" he asked, his eyes wide and beady. "And what the fuck did you do to your hair? I haven't seen you since last week, and you've had some kind of teenage midlife crisis, or something.""I needed a change. I know I've been weird lately, but that's just because... the Alley.""I know. It was a brutal sight, and I'm sorry it happened, and that you're sad about it, but I don't like that it makes you sad. I like you happy.""I like me happy too. It just got to me. Knowing that Jas... that a killer is still out there... it frightens me, that's all. But I got over it.""If you're frightened, I can protect you.""Hold me." Those two words, and he wrapped his snugly arms around me and held me in tight. Benjy was much taller than me, so when I tried to rest my head on his shoulder, it went crooked, so I lay it on his woolly jumper and against his chest. He rested his head lightly against mine, kissing the side of it as he did, before drawing me closer. My lips met his, briefly. Softly, he raised his hands through my hair and our lips parted. His face still so close to mine, he laughed."Blonde? Of all the colours, and you go the same colour as me? If you get highlights, I'm shaving you bald in your sleep."And the kissing resumed, but much more lovingly than daringly, and much more carefully than carelessly.Benjy caressed me gently. I placed my hands inside of his jumper and kept them there, feeling the warmth protruding off of his perfect chest. We fell to the floor, and I lay Benjy down first. He lay on his back, and I crawled down his body. With my teeth, I unzipped his jeans and pulled them down. Sweetly, I pulled down his briefs, and out popped his monster. I grasped it firmly, and instantly began working on it with my tongue. My hands rubbed his balls and my mouth tasted the first of him in days. I tasted precum, but only slightly. I pressed my tongue up and across his head, lowering onto it and allowing myself to take almost six inches of his eight incher. I sucked on it like that until his moans became too much."I want you," he sighed, after I unleashed his rod from my salivating mouth."Then come and get me," I replied, wiping his precum from the side of my mouth.Benjamin climbed onto his knees and turned me around, forcing me onto all-fours as I pulled down my trousers. They stopped at my lower thighs, and were followed by my underwear.Sensually, he grasped my cheeks and pulled them apart, allowing him a firm glance at my puckerhole. Before I could even jerk away, his tongue was rolling up and down my ass, and began sliding in and out and all over. His tongue washed my hole clean, readying it for him.On all fours, I was much smaller than Benjamin and he towered over me. He pulled his face away from my ass and placed his cock into position. Carefully, he slipped the head inside. Benjy didn't ask how I was any more, full well knowing I could take his entire cock easily.He rammed into me, pressing the entire eight inches into my hole, and continuously pounding back and forth, his balls clapping against my ass as he did. His cock slid from my ass and then pressed all the way back it, rubbing against my special place inside and sending desirable waves of hungry pleasure through my body. Each time he entered me, I felt so alive, like I could feel his cum coursing through my veins. I welcomed him. I clenched my inner muscles and strangled his cock, working it like I had practiced with the gift Alison had given me for Christmas, a dildo. Suddenly, Jasper and his threats didn't matter, not in the slightest.I began screaming in pleasure, moaning in utter fantasy. Benjy did too, and I didn't care if any one heard. It was all about us, not the people who could hear it. Although, that was until we could see them leaving the woods on the horizon to find out what the sounds were.Hurriedly, Benjamin fastened his pace and slammed into me even harder, grasping me by my love-handles (hip area)and ramming me into him harder. He began rithing in ecstasy as he released his seed into me. He pulled out, and we pulled up our trousers and ran from the field as the curious bystanders approached the scene, not knowing we were fucking there moments ago.We laughed, and hurried back home, not truly knowing that Benjy's jacket was left at the scene - his jacket with his wallet and iPhone in.
Thanks for reading, friendly faces. The plot is developed and I now know what is coming for little old gay Kayden. Hang in there, its a wild and sickening ride, including lots of death and deception. But there's a reason I've called it Benjy's Boy. He will always love Benjy, no matter what. Jasper is no threat, he is a secretive character that sees Kayden as a friend, not a servant. Friends with benefits? Possibly! I won't be giving too much away, so I will end it here. Let us see what happens next for Kay, when he takes a job at that precarious hotel and becomes an inside man for one of Jasper's nefarious games. What do you think will happen? Make suggestions, if you want. This email, tar huns. Bye bye, my lovely little gaybirds! Haa. Instead of jaybirds. I'm so funny. GRAB AND TUG! Bye! Chapter Eleven is out soon, btw.
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