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Chapter 6
Chapter 6
Nothing more than a business deal
The night was hard. How many times had his tears soaked the blindfold? How many times did he struggle against the silk around his wrists? The trust was there, as Jerek promised it would be; sadly, fear was there as well. Nothing seemed right. His body was being used by his lover’s brother, and he was giving in, and he hated himself for it… He hated Jerek for it.
“Damn it Veron, you need to relax!” Jerek said, holding Veron’s hips.
Veron whimpered and struggled against the ties more. Breathing hard, squirming, “I can’t… Jerek, this hurts.” He struggled more, tried to move away. “Let me go! Please, I can’t.”
“You can’t, or you won’t? Veron FUCK! Just stop moving. It won’t hurt so much if you’d just relax.” Jerek pulled Veron forward, until he was lying on his chest. “Just relax… and it will be okay.” His warm hands caressed the smooth silky skin of Veron’s back and shoulders. “You want me to be top the first time?”
Veron stopped breathing for a moment… ‘Let… Let him be top?’ the idea frightened him. “I- I need to be able to see…” Veron said, trying to sit up, struggling more. “Take the blind fold off! JEREK… I need to be able to see… Please.”
Jerek looked quietly at the new tear stains on the blindfold and winced. He hadn’t meant for it to scare him… hurt him… maybe, but not actually scare him. “Why? Why do you want to see? Do I frighten you so much? Or is it the memories of being raped that frighten you?”
“LET ME GO! You perv, let me go.” Veron’s body shook with the force of the tears that flowed anew. Jerek didn’t think it was possible for one boy to cry so much in one night. Between gasps for breath, and cries of hate and anger, Veron screamed to be let go. He cried out in pain whenever Jerek moved him. “I can’t do this! Keep your money, I don’t need it, just let me go… Don’t make me go through this again.”
“They bound you didn’t they? When they beat and raped you... they tied you down, and made it so you couldn’t see your attacker.” Veron whispered, while still trying to hold Veron still. Trying to calm him down wasn’t an easy task. “If you’re so afraid, why did you let me?” He asked the crying boy.
“… I let you... because you’re paying to have me. I learnt one thing, in my years of stripping, Jerek, Give you’re client what he likes and it’ll be over sooner.” Veron whispered between sobs, “So I let you, because you’re a client. And this is nothing more than a business deal.”
Jerk pushed Veron off of him, probably hurting him in the process, but he didn’t care. “A business deal!? A FUCKING BUISNESS DEAL! Is that all this is to you? Fuck. You are nothing more than a pathetic fucking whore. You’re weak, and pathetic. And I like it.” Jerek raised his hand and brought it down full force onto Veron’s cheek, leaving a noticeable red mark.
Veron screamed, and cried, and tried to squirm away; but he didn’t know where away was, and he was bound to tightly to do much of anything. He was paralyzed by fear, and by the memories that enveloped him suddenly. Everything around him disappeared, and there was nothing he could do to stop the memories from flooding back again.
Marek was standing above him; A belt in one hand. “Lie down kid. It’ll be okay.” A sickeningly sweet tone he only ever used when he was ready to have some fun. But the tone could change easily if Veron denied him. He’d learned not to after the first time he’d been beaten with the belt
Jerek’s hand hit him again, leaving another red mark on already delicate skin. “Answer me! Do you like it like this?” Jerek leaned back again, before he noticed Veron was saying something, “Veron?”
“Do you like it like this!?” Marek screamed at the young boy. “Do you like being hurt? Don’t deny me… ever again. Do you understand me?” The belt stung against already marred skin once more.
“Yes, Marek… I understand.” Veron whispered, shaking uncontrollably, crying softly, screaming as an imaginary hand hit him again. “Please, I’ll do anything. Just don’t hit me...”
“Veron!?” Jerek moved quickly, removing the blind fold and ties that secured his hands. “Veron, look at me.” Jerek sat him up, and held him. “Veron, it’s me, it’s Jerek. You’re away from them. You’re away from Marek.”
Veron started shaking harder, “Marek… No… Marek. This hurts too much.” Suddenly the shaking stopped, and Veron went limp in Jerek’s arms.
**+**+**+**+**+**
When he finally woke up the next day, Jerek was gone, and three hundred dollars was pinned neatly to the pillow case next to him. Where Jerek had gone to was a passing thought of no importance. He grabbed the money and sat up; he didn’t remember much of the night before. He didn’t know if it was a good thing, or a bad thing. Everything was blurred, his face hurt and he didn’t know why.
He’d had dreams of Marek, that much he remembered, and pain, lots of it. It probably was best that he didn’t remember. Anything too painful always seemed to disappear and leave him with nothing more than a spider web of tangled thoughts and half memories.
He found his pants hanging over a chair near the bed, and wondered when those had been brought up. He didn’t think he was wearing them after their shower. In fact he knew he wasn’t. “Thanks, I think…” he whispered to the empty room.
After putting his pant on, Veron quickly shoved the money in his back pocket. ‘Oh Kyle, please forgive me for doing this.’ At that moment, nothing seemed right. Reality crushed down on him. He was in pain, and he was scared, and it felt as though the entire world had given up on him; Like Kyle had given up on him. Veron fell to his knees, head in his hands, and sobbed. ‘Please, Kyle don’t hate me, I’m sorry. Please I’m so scared, come save me. I need you to save me now…’ His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a closing door.
“You’re still here? I figured you’d leave by now.” Jerek knelt in front Veron, and tilted his head up. “Tell me what you’re thinking?” He asked. “Are you feeling okay?”
Veron sniffled and looked away. “Why would it matter to you? I’m just a whore remember? I have no thoughts or feelings.” Veron stood and started walking toward the door. He didn’t know why; or where he would go, he couldn’t let Rene or Kyle see him. He just needed to get away from Jerek.
“You know, he’s waiting for you. He asked me about you as soon as I went downstairs.” Jerek said, still kneeling on the ground, now facing away from Veron. “He is worried about you, ya know. So am I. You scared everybody pretty bad last night. After you passed out. It sounded like you were having some pretty bad nightmares.”
Veron Stopped walking, “What do you mean… passed out?” he turned to look at the still kneeling form of Jerek. “Why would you be worried anyway? You obviously got what you wanted outa me.” He said indicating the money he now had in his hand.
Jerek half smiled and stood up. “No, I didn’t. You were passed out before I got the chance.”
“Then… why did you pay me?” Veron asked; suddenly remembering that he fought for Jerek to let him go. “I… I fought you. You let me go? I don’t... I can’t remember.” Veron looked around, and noticed the silk ties lying on the dresser. “When did you untie me?”
“… I untied you… after I hit you. That’s why your cheek probably hurts right now.” Jerek stated after a moment. “I hit you because you were denying me. And then… And then you started saying something about Marek, like I was Marek. Trust me when I say that I never raped you last night. I never used you, I let you sleep.”
Veron stood still, “you said Kyle was worried about me?”
“Yes.” Jerek said. “He still is. He wants to see you.”
New tears sprung up in Veron’s eyes, “If he was so worried, why didn’t he come check on me this morning?” Veron opened the door and stepped out before Jerek had a chance to reply.
“He did…” Jerek whispered to the closed door.
Nothing more than a business deal
The night was hard. How many times had his tears soaked the blindfold? How many times did he struggle against the silk around his wrists? The trust was there, as Jerek promised it would be; sadly, fear was there as well. Nothing seemed right. His body was being used by his lover’s brother, and he was giving in, and he hated himself for it… He hated Jerek for it.
“Damn it Veron, you need to relax!” Jerek said, holding Veron’s hips.
Veron whimpered and struggled against the ties more. Breathing hard, squirming, “I can’t… Jerek, this hurts.” He struggled more, tried to move away. “Let me go! Please, I can’t.”
“You can’t, or you won’t? Veron FUCK! Just stop moving. It won’t hurt so much if you’d just relax.” Jerek pulled Veron forward, until he was lying on his chest. “Just relax… and it will be okay.” His warm hands caressed the smooth silky skin of Veron’s back and shoulders. “You want me to be top the first time?”
Veron stopped breathing for a moment… ‘Let… Let him be top?’ the idea frightened him. “I- I need to be able to see…” Veron said, trying to sit up, struggling more. “Take the blind fold off! JEREK… I need to be able to see… Please.”
Jerek looked quietly at the new tear stains on the blindfold and winced. He hadn’t meant for it to scare him… hurt him… maybe, but not actually scare him. “Why? Why do you want to see? Do I frighten you so much? Or is it the memories of being raped that frighten you?”
“LET ME GO! You perv, let me go.” Veron’s body shook with the force of the tears that flowed anew. Jerek didn’t think it was possible for one boy to cry so much in one night. Between gasps for breath, and cries of hate and anger, Veron screamed to be let go. He cried out in pain whenever Jerek moved him. “I can’t do this! Keep your money, I don’t need it, just let me go… Don’t make me go through this again.”
“They bound you didn’t they? When they beat and raped you... they tied you down, and made it so you couldn’t see your attacker.” Veron whispered, while still trying to hold Veron still. Trying to calm him down wasn’t an easy task. “If you’re so afraid, why did you let me?” He asked the crying boy.
“… I let you... because you’re paying to have me. I learnt one thing, in my years of stripping, Jerek, Give you’re client what he likes and it’ll be over sooner.” Veron whispered between sobs, “So I let you, because you’re a client. And this is nothing more than a business deal.”
Jerk pushed Veron off of him, probably hurting him in the process, but he didn’t care. “A business deal!? A FUCKING BUISNESS DEAL! Is that all this is to you? Fuck. You are nothing more than a pathetic fucking whore. You’re weak, and pathetic. And I like it.” Jerek raised his hand and brought it down full force onto Veron’s cheek, leaving a noticeable red mark.
Veron screamed, and cried, and tried to squirm away; but he didn’t know where away was, and he was bound to tightly to do much of anything. He was paralyzed by fear, and by the memories that enveloped him suddenly. Everything around him disappeared, and there was nothing he could do to stop the memories from flooding back again.
Marek was standing above him; A belt in one hand. “Lie down kid. It’ll be okay.” A sickeningly sweet tone he only ever used when he was ready to have some fun. But the tone could change easily if Veron denied him. He’d learned not to after the first time he’d been beaten with the belt
Jerek’s hand hit him again, leaving another red mark on already delicate skin. “Answer me! Do you like it like this?” Jerek leaned back again, before he noticed Veron was saying something, “Veron?”
“Do you like it like this!?” Marek screamed at the young boy. “Do you like being hurt? Don’t deny me… ever again. Do you understand me?” The belt stung against already marred skin once more.
“Yes, Marek… I understand.” Veron whispered, shaking uncontrollably, crying softly, screaming as an imaginary hand hit him again. “Please, I’ll do anything. Just don’t hit me...”
“Veron!?” Jerek moved quickly, removing the blind fold and ties that secured his hands. “Veron, look at me.” Jerek sat him up, and held him. “Veron, it’s me, it’s Jerek. You’re away from them. You’re away from Marek.”
Veron started shaking harder, “Marek… No… Marek. This hurts too much.” Suddenly the shaking stopped, and Veron went limp in Jerek’s arms.
**+**+**+**+**+**
When he finally woke up the next day, Jerek was gone, and three hundred dollars was pinned neatly to the pillow case next to him. Where Jerek had gone to was a passing thought of no importance. He grabbed the money and sat up; he didn’t remember much of the night before. He didn’t know if it was a good thing, or a bad thing. Everything was blurred, his face hurt and he didn’t know why.
He’d had dreams of Marek, that much he remembered, and pain, lots of it. It probably was best that he didn’t remember. Anything too painful always seemed to disappear and leave him with nothing more than a spider web of tangled thoughts and half memories.
He found his pants hanging over a chair near the bed, and wondered when those had been brought up. He didn’t think he was wearing them after their shower. In fact he knew he wasn’t. “Thanks, I think…” he whispered to the empty room.
After putting his pant on, Veron quickly shoved the money in his back pocket. ‘Oh Kyle, please forgive me for doing this.’ At that moment, nothing seemed right. Reality crushed down on him. He was in pain, and he was scared, and it felt as though the entire world had given up on him; Like Kyle had given up on him. Veron fell to his knees, head in his hands, and sobbed. ‘Please, Kyle don’t hate me, I’m sorry. Please I’m so scared, come save me. I need you to save me now…’ His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a closing door.
“You’re still here? I figured you’d leave by now.” Jerek knelt in front Veron, and tilted his head up. “Tell me what you’re thinking?” He asked. “Are you feeling okay?”
Veron sniffled and looked away. “Why would it matter to you? I’m just a whore remember? I have no thoughts or feelings.” Veron stood and started walking toward the door. He didn’t know why; or where he would go, he couldn’t let Rene or Kyle see him. He just needed to get away from Jerek.
“You know, he’s waiting for you. He asked me about you as soon as I went downstairs.” Jerek said, still kneeling on the ground, now facing away from Veron. “He is worried about you, ya know. So am I. You scared everybody pretty bad last night. After you passed out. It sounded like you were having some pretty bad nightmares.”
Veron Stopped walking, “What do you mean… passed out?” he turned to look at the still kneeling form of Jerek. “Why would you be worried anyway? You obviously got what you wanted outa me.” He said indicating the money he now had in his hand.
Jerek half smiled and stood up. “No, I didn’t. You were passed out before I got the chance.”
“Then… why did you pay me?” Veron asked; suddenly remembering that he fought for Jerek to let him go. “I… I fought you. You let me go? I don’t... I can’t remember.” Veron looked around, and noticed the silk ties lying on the dresser. “When did you untie me?”
“… I untied you… after I hit you. That’s why your cheek probably hurts right now.” Jerek stated after a moment. “I hit you because you were denying me. And then… And then you started saying something about Marek, like I was Marek. Trust me when I say that I never raped you last night. I never used you, I let you sleep.”
Veron stood still, “you said Kyle was worried about me?”
“Yes.” Jerek said. “He still is. He wants to see you.”
New tears sprung up in Veron’s eyes, “If he was so worried, why didn’t he come check on me this morning?” Veron opened the door and stepped out before Jerek had a chance to reply.
“He did…” Jerek whispered to the closed door.