Speakerphone

Part Two

I found, after visiting Benny’s apartment for the first time, that I liked his apartment better than my own. His humble abode had a comfier couch, a bigger kitchen, and a bathroom with one of those big double bathtub things in it. I would certainly be trying out that bathtub soon. Probably with Benny. And, he had invested in a big screen TV somewhere along the line…

It was during my first visit to this really damn awesome place that Benny and I shared our first kiss. I remember that I praised his apartment in someway, and he responded, “Oh, it’s not that great.” Much to my displeasure.

“Benny…” I said warningly. He knew I didn’t like it when he denied my compliments like that.

“Wha- oh! I’m sorry Master!” he said. He smiled sheepishly and ran his fingers through his hair. “Just a habit I suppose. I promise I’ll try harder not to do that.”

My fingers replaced his in his hair, and he blushed maniacally. I loved seeing his face all red like that. His hands had flopped uselessly to his sides though, and it was obvious that he didn’t know what he was supposed to be doing with them. I answered that question by using my other arm to pull him in for a hug.

It would have looked a little odd to an outside viewer – a tiny little blonde boy being petted and hugged by an immensely taller and dark haired man. It might have even looked like I was restraining him with force; however, his hands coming shyly up around my back and linking together in a return hug was enough for me to know that he wanted it too.

As we were hugging in the middle of his living room (right in between the amazing couch and television…) the most cliché thing happened: the phone rang. Benny jumped in a startled fashion and then started apologizing to me as he had to let me go. “Sorry Master, really, I’m sorry,” he mumbled as he bustled over to the phone. “Hello?” he said into the receiver.

“Oh, hi Ella. What’s up? No. Well, I’m kinda busy… I have a fr- er. I have company over. No! Well, maybe… fine, yes! I did! Happy now? No, you cannot come meet him, you’d scare him off!”

It hadn’t occurred to me that Benny had any friends. I suppose it was because I had never bothered to ask…. It was then that I vowed to learn everything there was to learn about my pet.

“Ella, please, we were kinda busy… NO! We were NOT doing that!”

His frustration was so cute. Sometimes he got like that on the phone with me too, when I said something that got him flustered. He usually apologized to me, though, and he didn’t apologize to her. I found myself feeling a slight moment of superiority over this dumb Ella friend, and then wondered if maybe him worrying about what I thought about him is really something to be superior about…

“Look, someday. I promise. Please, I’m already embarrassed as it is, he’s listening to me talk right now… Hayden. His name’s Hayden. Now please, I’ll talk to you later… bye.” He hung up, looking distinctly upset. “Sorry about that, Master,” he said with embarrassment.

I opened my arms in the universal gesture that clearly said, ‘Come get a hug if you want one.’ He reacted favorably and walked right into my open arms.

“You alright?” I asked.

“Oh, I’m fine. I’m really sorry about that.”

I felt somewhat irked. Not because of the inopportune call, but because of the apologies. He hadn’t said sorry to Ella once on the phone, even when he yelled at her, but he was constantly apologizing to me. How were we different? Had I made him too scared not to apologize?

“You don’t have to apologize to me,” I whispered into his ear.

“It’s just sort of a habit. I promise I’ll try to stop.” I felt like he had just said that a few moments ago, about something different… what an odd boy.

“It’s not a habit when you’re talking to Ella,” I muttered, unable to keep the bitterness out of my voice.

“B-but that’s Ella,” he mumbled back, as if that would clear up every confusion.

“I don’t even know who the damn girl is!”

I tried to rein back my anger, because I was starting to actually scare him. “S-sorry Sir. That’s Ella, she’s been my best friend since we were in 7th grade.”

I nodded. “Okay. Why don’t we sit down, and you can tell me more about her.”

So we sat on his amazing red couch (and he somehow managed to find his way onto my lap) and he started describing her. She was a redhead, and, true to her stereotype, she was outspoken and loud. Exactly the kind of friend Benny needs. She was always really sensitive about her weight, because of a cruel brother in younger childhood. “Of course, he was never cruel like MY brother…” Benny murmured. “Her brother’s actually really nice now… anyways.” He went on to talk about how Ella had never once betrayed him, and how at one point she had had a major crush on him and Benny had had to turn her down and say he wasn’t interested.

“It was right around prom, too,” Benny said. “She was so mad at me because I didn’t go with her to prom because I was gay, and she wanted to you know, be my girlfriend and I said no, but then I ended up going with Maxine. When I told her, ‘my brother’s forcing me to go!’ it didn’t really have any impact on her, because she hadn’t ever known about… ya know. Anything. After I got home that night, I called her up, begging for forgiveness… heh,” he said hesitantly at a funny look from me. “And then I ended up just telling her about my brother and she TOTALLY got it after that, and wasn’t even mad anymore.”

If there was one thing I’d noticed about Benny thus far, it was that he really loved to tell stories. Of course, he didn’t particularly like talking about his brother or anything, but over the course of our relationship over the phone, he usually was telling me a story about what had happened to him that day. When we weren’t sexing it up, I mean. But we didn’t sex it up as often as it might have been assumed. In all honesty, I got more satisfaction from listening to him tell me about his life than I did from our lame phone sex.

Eventually though, he had talked so much that he was under the impression that he was boring me, and started apologizing again. “I didn’t mean to talk so long, Master, I’ll be quiet now…”

I pulled him really close to me and said, “I wasn’t bored.” Of course, I ended up just making him flushed red, because I had said it straight into his ear, and apparently he was a little sensitive there…

I blew a hot breath of air onto his ears, making him inhale sharply again. “Master, what…”

“Shh,” I said back. Of course, I had started to place actual kisses on his ear, and he was shifting around on my lap, obviously ruffled.

His hands came up to grip my shoulders, and my light feather kisses started to make their way down his jaw line. He was squirming alright. Had anyone ever done this to him before? And then I berated myself, because of course no one had ever done this before. My boy had only been a sexual victim – never a sexual partner. My lips hovered over his for a second; the way his breaths were coming out shallow was really getting to me. So I filled in the space between us.

He wasn’t uneager; he was just utterly surprised by the new experience. I wondered if during his abuse anybody had ever kissed him. I was willing to bet no one had kissed him gently, at least.

After a moment of gentle kissing, I broke apart from him and looked into his eyes. “Benny, you’re beautiful,” I said. I wasn’t able to keep the dreamy quality out of my voice – I had basically just kissed the man of my dreams! I didn’t let my teenage side takeover though. I had to stay in control.

He smiled so shyly, and blushed so deeply, that I wasn’t able to control myself. I kissed him again, a little more definitely; and this time, he kissed back.

We had a mini make-out session for a while until the doorbell rang. Benny groaned and pulled away. “I told her not to come over,” he muttered as he went to the door.

He opened the door to an extremely fiery redhead. “BENNY!” she yelled. And then she glomped him, which made him lose his balance a bit.

“Ella, get off of me!” he said, pushing at her slightly pudgy arms. She wasn’t fat. She just wasn’t slender. If I was attracted to girls, though, she would have attracted me. She had great curves that I could definitely appreciate, at least.

She pulled back a bit, but was grinning evilly. “Benny dear, you look a bit… disheveled.”

He started sputtering. A classic Benny move. Ella had apparently predicted as much, and had already trained her eyes on me instead. “Is that him!?”

“Yeah…”

In the loudest stage whisper I’ve ever heard, Ella said, “He’s so hot!! Look at his hair, it’s so dark, and sexy… and his ARMS!”

I glanced down at my arms. I guess they were toned. I had been off-and-on working out at the gym for the past year or so.

“Ella, shut up!” Benny was blushing like mad from humiliation.

“And he’s got such beautiful eyes! They’re all… brown!”

She certainly had a way with words. At least I didn’t have any facial hair. She probably would have gushed, “Oh my God, Benny! Look at his 5 o’clock shadow!”

Benny looked like he was attempting to push her out the door, but she was having none of it. She walked right up to me, her hand sticking out, and said, “Hi!! I’m Ella!!”

I shook her outstretched hand. “Hi. I’m Hayden.”

“You’re Benny’s boyfriend!?” She was excited… REALLY excited…

I glanced over at Benny. He looked… scared? Oh. He must have thought I was going to tell Ella about the nature of our relationship. Idiot. I wouldn’t do that unless we had previously agreed on telling other people. To the outside world, we were… “Boyfriends. Yeah. We’re boyfriends.”

Ella squealed.

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It was late – almost 8 in the evening – before we managed to get Ella to leave. What actually made her leave was me saying if she didn’t get out soon then Benny and I were just going to start fucking right in front of her in the living room. She suddenly found she had other engagements planned…

“I… uh, just remembered that I have to… clean stuff!” she said, rubbing the back of her head sheepishly. “I’ll just be going now. Uhm. I’ll see you guys later. Don’t have too much fun!!”

Benny saw her to the door, and I overheard her saying, “You’re lucky that guy’s gay, or I would already have him!!”

I guess I was sexy or something. I’d never really thought much of it, to be honest.

The whole experience had been rather tiring – there had been a multitude of questions about where I was from, how did I meet Benny, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. I tried not to lie, but, there came a point when I had to, in order to keep what was happening between Benny and me a secret.

I collapsed down on his couch as soon as Ella was out of the door, lamenting silently in my head the fact that I had to drive home in the dark when I was already tired.

At that point, I felt a feather-light touch on my knee, and I lifted my head up to see Benny kneeling in front of me with his hands resting slightly on my upper legs. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I swear, I had no idea she was coming over… I’ll do anything to make it up to you!”

I was infinitely glad that I was nice. Poor Benny could have found himself in some bad situations if I hadn’t been the one to find HIM. He was so eager to please that he forgot about his own wellbeing, and there were many who would exploit that.

I leaned down to wrap my arms around his shoulders in a fierce hug. “Don’t say things like that, Benny,” I whispered. “People who aren’t as kind as me would take advantage of you if you were to say something like that to them…”

“B-but I feel so bad!”

I chuckled a bit. He was adorable. “Benny, you have no reason to feel bad. You didn’t know she’d come and it was obvious that neither of us had the power to make her leave. It’s okay. I’m not mad.”

Benny was shaking a bit, and it was clear that he was trying to hold back tears when he spoke, for his voice was quivering. “But she’s MY friend, so that makes it my fault, and you’re mad and you’re never going to want to see her again and I want to obey everything you say but what if you say I can’t ever see Ella again, and I’ll do it, because I’ll do anything you say but she’ll be so mad at me and you’ll be mad at me too!!”

What the fuck was this boy on? “Benny. Pet! Calm down,” I said, rubbing the back of his shoulder blades. “I wouldn’t forbid you from seeing your friends. I might forbid you from seeing someone who was out to hurt you, but she’s your friend. She’s like your family. I have no right to take that from you. And who knows, maybe she’ll grow on me. Just calm down. You’re not in trouble, and I’m not mad!”

Benny inhaled shakily. “Sorry Master. I didn’t mean to overreact…”

“Shhh. It’s okay. Just breathe for a minute, and don’t say anything, okay?”

Benny obeyed, breathing hotly onto my knees. He finally managed to calm his breathing pattern and was relaxed. Though I don’t want to sound conceited, I think that my hands rubbing his head helped a lot too.

“Are you alright, pet?” I asked.

“Yes Master, I am alright,” Benny said.

I smiled as he snuggled closer to me. He was in between my legs, and I suppose if I had been in a sexual mood, then this would be more than suggestive. But for some reason, I found myself not thinking about Benny sexually, even though he was in a less than appropriate place. The way he trusted me so fully, and the way he showed that by cuddling into me while he was on his knees, started a strange burning in my chest. I found that the feeling this position evoked was not lust, but…

Love?

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I decided to ask him on a date. After the Ella episode, he had asked me to spend the night rather than drive home in the dark, and we had watched some cheesy chick flicks. The way his eyes would stare longingly at the candlelit dinners was enough to make me do it.

We went to a small Thai restaurant near his apartment, operated by a local family. I have never been one for Thai, but when I suggested it his eyes lit up, so to Thai food we went.

I found that the control I was supposed to have as a Dom was slipping away quicker and quicker as our relationship went on. I wanted to be his Dom, I really did, but I realized that I didn’t want to treat him like I had treated any sub before. I wanted to pamper my pet fully and completely. There was no ‘breaking the spirit’ element in my mind for him. I never particularly wanted to reprimand him (although it would have been sexy to paddle his ass raw, but that wasn’t the same as a true punishment). Really, I just wanted to lay down on a bed with Benny and…

Love him.

I’d been in many relationships during my life before, and I had had strong feelings for many before. But I had never felt for anyone else what I felt for Benny. I was a little worried that this meant I had never really been in love with someone like I thought I had. I thought I had been in love before, but never had I cared more about someone else than myself. I had never had a relationship that wasn’t continuously focused on my pleasure and my happiness. With Benny, it felt like I was constantly trying to do something to make him smile.

It was a weird feeling, knowing that I was truly falling in love with someone for the first time in my life. I somewhat use my relationship experience as a crutch of sorts, of a weird way to have power over Benny. He thinks he’s the blushing virgin, and that I’m this dark-haired sexy manbeast who will make him feel good because that’s what I know how to do.

But when it comes to this relationship… I’m just as lost as he is. And I really don’t know what will happen when he eventually realizes that, in essence, I’m just a blushing virgin as well.

After our Thai food date, we headed back to his apartment. Almost immediately after the door was shut, our hands were all over each other, and damn, did Benny’s hands feel good. We fell back on the couch in a frenzy of limbs and clothes and eventually, we’d both gotten ourselves comfortable as we made out.

I laid back against the headrest, as if I was laying down on the couch and taking a nap, and Benny was laying on top of me, his legs on either side of me. This was the life, right here. I could have died completely fulfilled at this moment, with Benny’s small hands on my shoulders and his mouth on my lips.

But then something happened, something that was completely unexpected but not altogether unwanted… Benny started moving down. All of a sudden, Benny was unbuttoning my shirt… Benny was kissing my chest… my stomach… Benny was unbuttoning my pants…

“Wait!” I said, finally. Benny looked up inquisitively from his position above my crotch.

“Master, what… was I doing something wrong?” Benny asked, sounding worried. I shook my head and pulled him up so that his face was back by mine.

“No, Benny. You weren’t doing anything wrong. I just want to make sure that you know what you’re getting into before you make the decision to do something like that,” I said to him softly.

“I know what I was I doing,” Benny replied.

“I know that you were aware of exactly what you would have been doing. But are you ready for that step? Are you ready for this, and are you totally willing to do this?”

“Of course I am willing!” Benny protested, as if I’d said something terribly wrong. “I am… totally willing…”

And my resolve crumbled. “Okay… go ahead then, pet…”

He wasn’t as hesitant as I’d expected him to be. The thought would normally have spurred me on, but… for some reason, I couldn’t help but wonder if the only reason he wasn’t all that hesitant was because he’d had to do this many, many times before…

I tried to shake the thought out of my mind as he pulled my cock out of my pants. I tried to shake the thought out of my mind as he gently touched the head with just the lightest touch of his lips. I tried to shake the thought out of my head as his mouth closed around me, so warm, so… talented.

But I couldn’t shake it. I couldn’t shake the fact that the only reason this was such a good blowjob was because he’d been forced into doing this so many times before. I couldn’t handle the fact that this talent, this beautiful tongue, had been created through abuse that Benny had definitely not deserved.

I pushed him off. “Benny, I can’t do this,” I whispered.

He looked heartbroken. “W-why not? I can get better if you want, I know I’m probably not all that good…”

“You’re TOO good…” I whispered as I pulled him back up to my chest so that I could wrap my arms around his shoulders. “You’re too good,” I whispered into his hair.

“I… I know…” he whispered back.

Something told me this relationship wasn’t going to be as easy as I’d hoped.

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What do you guys think? Drama-tastic, huh, lol? Anyways. Review or something ;P

By the way, it's still going to be a majorly fluffy story. There's not going to be any huge drama going on where they break up or anything. They'll be together throughout the entire story, through the thick and thin. But this element of Benny's sexual abuse will keep popping up because I think it's too huge of a thing to just mention and then put in both of their pasts. It happened in the past but the effects will have a major strain on their relationship, because... that's what sexual abuse does.