Pain and.. pain?

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I know Jason is going through some serious shit at the moment but things will get better for him, I promise! I love happy endings:D I wasn't plannign on making this story very long but it seems like it is going to go on for a while. I might be posting another story here soon as well, so keep your eyes open!

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CHAPTER 10




I sat in the hallway, staring at the door with teary eyes for what felt like hours until the door opened and The Keeper stepped out. He looked at me sitting outside his door, clearly surprised, and said.

“I thought I told you to get some breakfast.”

I lowered my eyes to the floor and mumbled quietly.

“Sorry, sir.”

The Keeper glanced back at the boy he had left curled up on his bed and said.

“You can’t help him, Cabe, you know that. Look at you, you can’t even fucking help yourself.”

“He’s just so young.” I said barely audible with tears in my eyes.

“You were younger than him when you first came here, why do you think he can’t handle it when you could?” The Keeper said, sounding amused again and I looked up past him so I could see the little body lying bundled in his bed.

“I was different.” I said sadly and The Keeper just laughed at me.

“If you want to help him, get him the fuck out of my bed before I come back. Otherwise I might be tempted to have more fun with him.” he said and walked off.

I waited until The Keeper had disappeared behind the corner before staggering to my feet and approaching the silent boy carefully. I think it scared me more that he was being quiet than if he had been sobbing his little heart out. I sat on the bed and Tristan’s whole body jerked.

“Ssh, it’s me. It’s alright. I won’t hurt you.” I mumbled quietly, silent tears running down my cheeks when I reached to touch his sweaty brown hair. I smoothed it back gently and said.

“I’m sorry, Tristan. I’m so sorry.”

Tristan turned to look at me, gasping from pain as moving hurt, and stared at me with the big brown eyes of his.

“W-why? W-why a-are y-you s-sorry?”

“I wanted to help you.” I whispered and looked down, not even trying to stop the tears from coming. Tristan moved again and a pained sob escaped his lips when he moved closer to me. I got up quickly from the bed and wrapped him in a sheet before giving him an encouraging smile and saying.

“Come, you can use the bathroom in the room I have.” I refused to call it my room.

Tristan nodded and winced when moving.

“Can you walk? I.. I can’t carry you.” I said quietly and he looked up at me.

“What’s wrong with your arm?” he whispered and I supported him with my good shoulder when he stood up.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it. Let’s get you cleaned up.” I said and helped him out of the room. He was limping badly and I felt like someone was crushing my heart. I helped Tristan down the hallway into number eleven and ran a bath for him before helping him in the bathtub. He winced at the touch of the water and I knew exactly the stinging he was feeling right now.

“Ssh, it’ll get better, I promised.” I said softly and handed him a soft sponge before ruffling his hair and saying.

“I’ll go find you some clothes, alright? Let me know if you need help.”

Tristan nodded carefully and clenched the pink heart shaped sponge in his little hands like his life depended on it.

“T-thank you.” he whispered quietly and I got up quickly before I’d start to cry again.





I went to the bedroom and looked around to find my backpack that I had brought with me. Luckily dad had let me take some clothes with me, I really didn’t like wearing the clothes The Keeper provided. they were too tight, too revealing for me and I felt uncomfortable in them. I liked my loose shirts and baggy jeans. I picked the smallest clothes I had before sitting on the bed to wait until Tristan was ready with his bath. Tears were still streaming down my face and I bit my trebling lower lip to keep quiet. I didn’t want Tristan to know I was crying.

“J-Jason?” A timid whisper came from the bathroom and I dried my face in the sleeve of my hoodie before getting up and limping across the room to the bathroom.

“I’m here. Are you done?” I asked when I reached the door and received a stiff nod from Tristan.

“Do you need help getting up?” I asked and picked up a towel for him. Tristan nodded again and reached up carefully. I bent down so he could reach my shoulder before helping him to get to his feet. I made sure not to look at his naked body, knowing how it felt to be gawked at and wrapped him in the towel quickly. Tristan was staring at the wall with blurry eyes and I wrapped an arm around him to help him out of the bathroom.

Once I got Tristan dressed, I changed the sheets in the bed quickly and tucked him in. I noticed how Tristan stared at the semen stained sheets and wished I had changed them right after the last customer had left. But then again, he needed to get used to things like that if he was going to stay here for a long time.

“I’m going to get some breakfast, alright? I’ll be right back.” I said to the silent boy and brushed his hair gently before getting up. It worried me that he was being so silent and I wanted to help him somehow.

I limped downstairs and tried to ignore the pains in my own body. My pain was nothing compared to the pain Tristan was feeling right now, I still remembered how much it had hurt when I had been taken for the first time.

It had been Jonathan, I was eight at the time. He started touching me around the time mom died, I’m not sure if it started while mom was still alive or if she had already died by then. First it was just touching, he touching me and me having to touch him. I remember being so confused when he had made me wank him off for the first time. It wasn’t something a four-year-old mind could comprehend. Jonathan had praised me for it and I had been pleased. He gave me a teddy bear the next time he came around. I had thrown away the teddy a few years later when I had finally realized that what he was doing to me wasn’t right and I wasn’t a good boy for letting him do those things to me. That had earned me a beating but it had been worth it.

For years Jonathan had been happy with just touching me, having me pleasure him with my hands. Then he asked me to give him head. I still shuddered at the memory of tasting the man for the first time. I had done it once, the cum making me sick, and refused to do it the next time Jonathan asked. That was the first time Jonathan ever hit me, I was six. Two years later he took things further again. I still remembered the pain. My first time had been the worst. Jonathan had been gentle but no matter what, you can’t fuck a kid without hurting them. Around the same time dad had met Steve and put me up for fights. My first opponent had been a kid younger than me. I still remember his read hair and big scared eyes. I never heard his name but his face had been in the news paper a few weeks later, he had been found from a dumpster behind a restaurant, beaten to death. I don’t think they ever caught who ever killed him.

I had just turned nine when dad sent me to the Cave for the first time. I remember him being really angry at me but couldn’t remember the reason anymore. I hadn’t been hurt in a fight, I knew that much, and to this date I didn’t know why he had given me to The Keeper.

I sighed heavily and walked into the kitchen. About five boys and few girls of different ages sat eating at the big table. No one was talking, everyone were just tired after the night and wanted to get something to eat before going to sleep. I ignored the few glances I got for being new, most of the kids here didn’t know me. The kids changed all the time, only few worked here fulltime, most being like me, having to work when their families or who ever was responsible for them needed money. Usually when you grew up and started to look like an adult, The Keeper refused to take you in anymore. I don’t know what happened to those kids, maybe they went to work on the streets or some other club. ‘Luckily’ I looked younger than my age and I had heard The Keeper tell the customers that I was fifteen.

I took a plate from the cupboard and loaded it with sandwiches before grabbing two glasses and the half empty milk carton from the fridge.

“Hungry much?” someone asked behind me with a quiet voice but I ignored who ever it was.

“Everyone hasn’t eaten yet, don’t take all the bread.” someone else said, a girl this time, and I still ignored them.

“Asshole.” someone muttered and we all flinched when The Keeper said suddenly from the door.

“Go to your rooms if you’re done eating.” He didn’t sound happy.

I was about to turn to leave when The Keeper pinned me against the table with his body. I hated the feeling of his breathing against my neck.

“So you helped the kid.”

“Yes, sir.” I said quietly and clenched the glasses in my hands.

“Good for him then. Is he alright?”

“No.” I said quietly and The Keeper chuckled.

“I think I got a little rough with him. He was tight, much like you were. I remember you, you looked so sexy struggling under me. Tell me, do you still whimper like a little slut when you’re fucked hard?” the man asked and I refused to answer him. The Keeper nudged me with his hips once before letting go of me and saying,

“Get some sleep, you’re going to have a busy night today. And wear the sling when you’re not working. ”

“Yes, sir.”

I took my things and turned to leave, noticing the other kids staring at me but ignoring them once again while crossing the room to get to the door.

Once back upstairs I set everything down on the bed and brushed Tristan’s hair again to get his attention. He was still awake, staring at the same spot he had been staring when I left and I felt tears burn in my eyes again. He looked so broken.

“Tristan, I brought breakfast. You need to eat. You’ll feel better after you’ve eaten, I promise.” I said with a whisper and the young boy moved to sit up. We ate in silence and I let him eat as much as he wanted, not caring that my own stomach was aching from hunger. Food was the only good thing about the Cave. The Keeper made sure we weren’t hungry at least.

“I can’t do it again.” Tristan whispered suddenly and looked up at me with wide eyes.

“I.. I can’t do it again.” he muttered and big tears fell down his cheeks. I moved so I could hug him and sighed heavily.

“I know. You don’t have a choice though.” I said sadly and just held him while he sobbed, rubbing his bag gently. I whished I had someone to hug me when I felt like he did now. But no one cared enough. I had learned to expect pain when touched by others, hugging was strange for me but I liked holding Tristan and wondered if this was how it felt to have a little brother. I wished I had a little brother. Then again, it was probably better that I didn’t since he would just have to go through the same shit I had gone through.

“Why are you here?” I asked quietly when Tristan finally calmed down and he sighed into my shirt that was now wet with his tears.

“My u-uncle needed m-money.” he stuttered and took a ragged breath.

“You live with your uncle?”

Tristan nodded just slightly and I sighed.

“Do you know how long you’re going to be here?” I asked carefully, not sure if I wanted to hear the answer and Tristan’s body tensed again.

“I.. I don’t know.”

“Ssh, it’s alright. Sleep now, you need to rest.” I said and lowered him to lie on the bed before pulling the blanket over him.

“Why are you here?” Tristan asked quietly and I smiled sadly at him.

“We needed rent money.”

Tristan was quiet for a moment before asking.

“What’s wrong with your arm?”

“It’s just a sprain, don’t worry.” I said and brushed his hair gently.

“Sleep now. You’ll be alright, I promise.” I said quietly and waited until Tristan closed his eyes and his breathing evened out before slipping off the bed and taking the comforter. I lied down on the floor with it and wrapped it around myself to keep warm. I couldn’t sleep on the bed. Beds meant sex, not rest for me. The floor was familiar to me, on the floor I could get rest