The Price Of Happiness (BoyxBoy)

Chapter four: DISTANT MEMORIES

Chapter Four

DISTANT MEMORIES

"These tired wings are falling, I need you to catch me"

Bruno's POV

I hated him, I really did. I really wanted to hurt him, to make him cry I even felt the necessity to hit him. Because for me he was the perfect example of all the dirty stuff in this world. So sinful, so lustful, offering his body to men, so that they could satisfy their most basic instincts. The exact same thing I was doing.

But the reality, is that Benjamin was the most beautiful person I had ever seen, those big blue eyes, full of sadness, decorated by those dark bags under them that made him look so pitiful. His dark long hair that covered his neck, forehead and most part of his eyes. And also, I cannot ignore his fragile body, pale and tender, the one that I had hurt, and the same one many other men had had in their arms. That last detail was the one to make me go mad, and infuriated me.

Benjamin was pureness and sinfulness, all in the same body, I wanted to have him for me, but I also didn't want to see him sometimes. Right in that moment I wanted to kick him out of my bed, his slender body had been touched by so many hands and though he told me he hadn't kissed any of his clients, I didn't believe him nor did I dare to kiss him myself. However, I was dying to taste his soft looking lips; he had a small mouth, I couldn't imagine that mouth of his, taking another man's member and sucking it. Damn it! Why the hell was I feeling so irritated?

I felt him move beside me, uncomfortably... I looked at him with detail, noticing blood and semen slipping between his legs. "It must hurt". I went to the bathroom for a towel and wet t with warm water, the next thing I did was start to wipe his body. I was wondering why I did that. I hurt him, regretted it, and then said he deserved it. But again, who was I to punish him for his decisions? Nobody, yet he kept coming back to me. "He doesn't come for you, he does it for the money"

When I was with Ben, I got really angry, the objective: make him cry, make him pass out from exhaustion. I liked seeing him cry and moan at the same time, false "excited" screams, which only irritated me, there were moments of silence during sex, where he took the pain and trembled, while trying to wipe the tears that flowed and in the end he fainted. But I'd prefer if he stayed awake, because when he ended up unconscious, I panicked and started wondering if I had hurt him too much, if I had gone too far and regretted it a bit. Why did he have to be so weak?! It was frustrating! I had been a very unlucky kid, but that made me stronger, and no one ever dared to put their hands on me, so why? Why couldn't he find a way to survive, in which he didn't have to humiliate himself?

I heard a whimper coming out of Ben's mouth, he was in pain and cold. I wrapped a sheet around his body somehow I saw myself reflected in him, for those days in which my father punished me for not being the way he was. I remembered clearly those cold nights locked in the cellar, afraid of the darkness, crying for it to end... yeah, there had been a time when I was a weak child, but people change. Situations make us change.

There had been a time when I was a sad, skinny kid, within a rich wealthy family. My father owned a big company in charge of new technologies, a company that I was supposed to inherit one day; due to that, my father was really strict with me and sometimes with my brother Stephan, who was four years younger than me. Mother had died when I was seven, I killed her... or at least that's what father said every day. She died in a car accident, mom and I were going to buy that Chinese food I loved so much, and then the incident happened. She was such a great woman, loved his family, cared for all of us, sweet, pure and gentle. It all went to trash because of my selfish needs.