Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 05:59:55 +0900
From: andrejkoymasky@geocities.com
Subject: Underworld 3

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LOVE AND UNDERWORLD'S STORY
By Andrej Koymasky (c) 2000
Written on October 12th, 1994
Translated by the Author
Enflish text kindly revised
By Keith Garrett

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"LOVE AND UNDERWORLD'S STORY" is a gay story, with some parts
depicting graphic scened of sex between males.
So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so on this is not
good for you, it will be better not to read this story.

But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think
you really want to read it, please be my welcome guest.

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CHAPTER 3 - THE RAPE OF GILBERT

One morning, there are no classes at the university. It is not foreseen
- the professors have an extraordinary meeting. So Alain decides to go
to Gilbert's, hoping that he is home. He hurriedly goes up to the Croix
Rousse, enters the apartment and calls. Gilbert is not at home. Alain
thinks to do some cleaning while waiting for him. He sweeps the floor,
dusts around, and changes "their" bed sheets. He looks for clean sheets
in the chest of drawers. He pulls out a pair of a sky blue color,
thinking that Gilbert's body on that color will be splendid. Something
slips out along with the sheets. He picks it up and stops, amazed...
There are two of his pictures, and he recognizes them at once - the one
missing from his living room and the other missing from his hideout. And
he understands.

He remains there, with the two pictures still in his hand. He asks
himself what to do. Pretend he knows nothing, put them back in the
bottom of the drawer, or tell Gilbert he knows? Gilbert is a
thief...this was then his "night job". But he loves him. Even now that
he knows, he feels he loves him and that nothing had changed. No, he
will not renounce Gilbert. But what if they catch him? No, he doesn't
want that. He knows that he has to talk with him...he has to persuade
him to stop... for him...because he loves him. Yes, he has to talk him -
he can't pretend he knows nothing.

He puts the pictures in his briefcase, and continues to redo the bed. He
is washing the dishes when Gilbert comes back home, his arms loaded with
provisions - he went for errands.

When he sees Alain, he brightens up. "This is a wonderful
surprise...but, what about the university?"

"No lessons this morning, and they sent us home, so..."

Gilbert puts everything on the table and goes to embrace Alain, who
holds him tightly with affection and passion.

"We will prepare a good lunch, alright?" Gilbert radiantly says.

"Yes, sure...but first, I need to talk with you," Alain says as he feels
his heart beating strongly in his chest.

"Really? About what?"

"Come in the other room..."

"In bed?"

"Later...the living room. I have to show you something..."

"A surprise?" Gilbert asks merrily.

Alain feels lost in his lover's smile. Yes, he loves him, and is really
in love with him; therefore, he must talk.

He opens his briefcase, takes out the two pictures and hands them to
Gilbert. "I found these, unwillingly, when I changed the sheets on our
bed..." he says.

Gilbert takes the two pictures, turning pale. "Oh... you understand,
therefore."

"Yes. It was yours...the note on which you wrote that you would steal
me."

"Yes... mine," says Gilbert as he feels the world collapsing on him.

"And you succeeded...you stole my heart...you made me yours."

"But now..." Gilbert says, almost trembling, feeling confused.

"Now? I belong to you...you know that."

"You aren't...aren't mad at me, Alain? Don't you despise me...hate me?"

"How could I? I'm in love with you, and you know it."

"You still are?"

"Still, of course."

"But I stole from your apartment...I am a thief, and now you know it."

"I want to talk with you about this. If you stole from my home, then
that belongs in the past. After all, thanks to that, we are now
together. But I would like you to stop. Now that I know, I would worry a
lot...I don't judge you, or condemn you, as I still don't know enough
about your life, but... why don't you look for a job? Why carry on such
a life?"

"My God... you really love me like before?"

"Do you think it to be so weird? I really love you."

"Oh, Alain!"

"But you have to promise me you will stop...please?"

"I'm not able to do anything else. I didn't study so much...I didn't
even finish high school. Stealing...taking something from those who have
so much more than me... it seems weird to you, but I like it. It excites
me. And it gives me the way to live..."

They discuss. Alain feels he is not able to persuade him. He is sorry,
but he is not even able to force the issue...he doesn't want to lose
him, anyway! When Gilbert leads him to the bedroom, Alain understands
that he lost his battle -- he loves a thief, and is too much in love
with him.

They don't talk about it any more. Now the two pictures are in a nice
frame...one in the living room, and the other - that with the nude Alain
- on the night table, near the two squirrels that continue to kiss each
other. Everything is back like before. Alain needs Gilbert and knows
that Gilbert needs him. He knows that Gilbert loves him, even if this
love is not sufficient enough to convince him to change his life. Alain
is in love with Gilbert, and he can't help it. But Gilbert can't help it
either.

Gilbert carries on four more apartment thefts without telling Alain.
Rather, he carries on three, as in the fourth he finds such misery that,
even if he finds out some money and a few little golden objects, he
would leave everything in its place. He didn't feel like stealing from
people who had almost less than he did.

Autumn comes. The two lovers had to part for almost a month during the
summer, as Alain could't avoid going with his family. They meet again
full with mutual desire - the forced parting had made their love
stronger. Alain resumes his lessons at the university. Gilbert keeps an
eye on a small villa on the outskirts of the town.

One night, sure there is nobody, he slips inside. These people are full
with money - antiques, art objects in profusion - but he, as usual, aims
just for money and jewelry that can be easily disassembled. He finds a
safe hidden behind a framed painting - he is for sure not able to open
it. He thinks that he possibly will not find money or gold around, but
he continues all the same to explore.

He enters a small room and stops to look, taken aback. It is almost
empty...walls painted in all black, odd studs on the walls, a stool in
the center of the room and a closet on a side...nothing more. He goes to
see what the closet contains when a noise at his back makes him jolt.

He turns -- a man with a gun in his hand, aimed at him, is looking at
him. "So then, thief, do you like this room?" the man asks him with a
weird smile.

Gilbert remains still, not answering. It's useless to do so - he had
been caught red-handed. The man draws nearer and Gilbert has a strange
feeling. It's as though the man is approaching him like a cat ogling a
mouse...or a snake gliding towards a little bird.

"I stole nothing..." Gilbert says, more to break the sensation of danger
than for any other reason.

"You didn't have time, did you?" the man says. "I'm sorry I disturbed
you. But you understand that you trespassed on my property...not a good
thing, don't you know that? Therefore..."

The man is now on him, aiming the gun against his chest. He smiles, but
his smile is cold... dreadful.

"... I will now let pass your desire to play rogue, my dear little
thief."

"Will you call the police?"

"Oh, no! We will settle this matter by ourselves. Undress."

"What?"

"Are you deaf? I said to undress...stark naked."

"I don't understand... Just call the police and..."

"Around here, I give the orders...do you understand?" the man says with
a glacial calm, not raising his voice.

"What do you want to do to me?" Gilbert worriedly asks, without moving.

The man goes back to the door, locking it with a sharp click. He then
switches on the lights, flooding the room with a strong red light.
Always keeping Gilbert under fire, he goes near the closet and opens it.
Gilbert widens his eyes -- whips, chains, handcuffs, odd objects...

"What are you going to do?" he asks in alarm.

"Simply give you a nice lesson, thief!"

"Call the police!" Gilbert beseeches.

The man wickedly smiles. "No. We don't need them. Look...I even have
handcuffs here... NOW UNDRESS!" he sharply orders, taking a whip and
making it crack in a sinister way.

Gilbert now trembles from head to toe. He thinks it would be better to
obey him, for this man could be crazy. He starts to pull off his
clothes, letting them fall to the floor. He now has only his briefs on
him. He trembles, his eyes staring into those of the man.

"I said...STARK...NAKED," the man severely says.

Gilbert is hesitant but, when he sees the whip rise, he slips off his
briefs. The man looks at him and seems pleased.

He takes from the closet four pairs of handcuffs and throws them onto
the floor, towards the boy. "One for each wrist and each ankle...HURRY
UP!" he barks in a tone that doesn't allow discussion.

Gilbert tries to object, but the whip springs to life and falls on his
side -- the pain is excruciating. Gilbert obeys by putting on the four
handcuffs. The man draws nearer and pushes him towards a wall by the
handle of the whip. Gilbert now understands what the studs are for. In
fact, the man makes him climb onto a low platform, making him spread his
arms upward and locking them onto two studs -- he then does the same to
his ankles. Now the naked body of Gilbert is like a big X.

"Very good. We can now start..." the man says, satisfied.

He puts down his gun and the whip and starts to undress. His eyes blaze
with lust. The man has a sturdy body, muscled, covered with a thick
copper-colored down.

"So...you wanted to take something here in my home, didn't you, thief?
And something you will get, be sure of that...something
substantial...THIS!" the man says with a sneer, pulling off his last
garment and showing him his hard, erect member.

He goes nearer and pushes something on the wall, causing the narrow
platform to pivot on two stanchions until Gilbert's body is suspended by
only his ankles and wrists, almost parallel to the floor. The man takes
the stool and slips it under the boy's belly. Then he goes in front of
him. He has in his hand a small shiny object that Gilbert can't see
clearly.

"Widen your mouth."

"No..."

"No? You are not in a position to say no...don't you understand?" the
man says, sneering. He stretches out his hand and seizes the boy's
testicles. "Do you prefer me crushing your nice balls?" he asks,
starting to squeeze them decidedly in his steel-like hand.

"Oh, God, no... Alright... STOP!" Gilbert moans and widens his mouth.

The man swiftly inserts the small object. Gilbert now finds himself with
his jaws kept apart by a steel retractor.

Now, the man starts to take his fun on his helpless prisoner...



Alain notices that Gilbert hadn't come back home. He waits for him. He
comes back the following day but there is not yet any trace of him. He
is worried...afraid that something bad happened. He would like to look
for him, but he doesn't know where. On the third day he doesn't go to
the university - he instead goes at once to Gilbert's home. He enters.
All is as he left it the previous evening, the bed untouched. Gilbert
still hadn't come back. Alain becomes anxious. Could he have been
arrested? Could he be in jail? How can he check that? What can he do?

It is around eleven in the morning when Alain hears a key turning in the
door lock. He stands up and goes into the entrance room. As soon as he
sees Gilbert, he asks him in a tone halfway between relief and anger,
"Good Lord! Where were you, Gil?" But he sees the expression of his
lover's face and becomes worried. "My God...what happened?"

Gilbert gives him a tired smile. "Nothing... I'm alive."

"An accident? You are not OK!"

"It's nothing..."

Alain puts his arm around Gilbert's waist but as soon as he girdles it,
he sees a grimace of pain on his friend's face. "It hurts you? What's
up? Let me see!" he says in alarm, letting go of him.

"Nothing..."

"No, let me see. What happened?" Alain insists.

Gilbert goes into the bedroom, followed by Alain. He slowly sits on the
bed - he has trouble bending - and again, though he tries at once to
mask the expression with a smile, he grimaces in pain. Alain steps in
front of him and opens his shirt.

"No, please..." Gilbert weakly protests as he tries to move away Alain's
hands.

But Alain continues with gentle fury. As soon as he opens the shirt on
his lover's chest, he sees that his vest is stained and striped with
blood.

"What happened?" he says, almost shouting.

"I feel bad..."

"They thrashed you? Who?"

"More or less."

"What do you mean 'more or less'?!?" Alain yells as he tries to pull off
his shirt.

"Alain, nothing..." Gilbert says with two tears flowing down from his
eyes.

Alain manages to take off his shirt and sees that the back of his vest
is also stained with blood.

Very gently he raises the garment and sees the marks that the whip left
on Gilbert's body. "Oh my God! What did they to you? Oh my God, my God!
That's terrible! We have to disinfect them, to treat them...do you have
any more? Where?"

"A little everywhere..."

Alain gently undresses him until his entire sore-covered body is
uncovered. "Do we have something at home to..." he asks.

"No..."

"Oh God. Listen, now you lie down on a side... I'll go to the pharmacy
to fetch what we need. Later on, you will tell me everything." Alain
says, determined.

He makes him lie down, covers him with a sheet, then runs out headlong.
He is back shortly afterwards with disinfectants, bandages, analgesic
creams and cicatrizing gels.

"Now I'll wash, then disinfect you. Meanwhile you will tell me in detail
all that happened to you, and who reduced you to this state."

"No, please..."

"No 'no' at all! I want to know, I have to know, and I have the right to
know!" Alain says vehemently.

So Gilbert begins to describe, with a broken voice, the three days of
torture and violence he had to endure. Alain, dismayed, listens to him
while continuing to treat the mangled body of his lover.

At the end he exclaims, "You have to report him! He had no right..."

"No, what for? I, in any case, would end up in prison. And with a good
lawyer, that man would go free with little or no problem. He has a lot
of money."

"But the rape... for three days..."

"How can I prove that? I should have gone at once to a hospital. Don't
you understand that I can't?"

Alain slowly and gently treats him. When he is finished, he tenderly
caresses his cheek.

"Won't you give me a kiss?" Gilbert asks with a faint voice.

"You don't deserve it." Alain answers gently.

"I need it, please... to forget..." Gilbert beseeches him, looking at
him with eyes again filling up with tears.

Alain hesitantly bends over him and kisses him on the lips. Gilbert puts
his hand on the nape of Alain's neck, pulling him closer. Their kiss
becomes deeper.

"Let's make love..." Gilbert pleads.

"It would hurt you. You are all sore."

"I don't care. Please?"

"No, you have to heal first."

"It would take too long. Please, Alain..."

"I can't. I would be too scared to hurt you..."

"You can't hurt me... never as much as that man did, anyway. And I'm not
talking about the whip, the alligator clips, the needles...or even when
he raped me. That man wounded my soul, and only you can heal these
wounds. Please...I need it... Make love to me, please..."

"But do you promise me that you'll stop doing that? That you will never
again go stealing?" Alain asks him while starting to undress.

"Make me feel that you love me, now, please..." Gilbert answers,
caressing with his hand Alain's body as he uncovers it.

"Sure I love you, Gil...but I will be in pain for you each night you...
You have to promise me that..."

"Come...come to bed, my love."

"My God, Gil...is it possible that with you..."

"Do you love me?"

"Sure I love you..." Alain surrenders, "...possibly even too much."

"Too much?" Gilbert sweetly asks.

"No. Love can never be too much...you know it well... Oh, Gil, my Gil!"

In the following days, since he can't succeed in asking Gilbert to
promise that he would stop, Alain asks him to at least tell him where he
would go stealing.

"I can't Alain, don't you understand? If you know where I'll go, you'll
become my accomplice and I don't want that."

"Am I not so?"

"No, you just know I am a thief...but you don't know when, where, or if
I steal. That's different."

"But I would not tell..."

"It doesn't matter. I will be more careful. I made a mistake going into
a villa...normal apartments are safer."

"You will make me feel bad each time I notice you haven't come back
home."

"I'm sorry, believe me, but I..."

"Yes, but you! You are made in this way; therefore, I must accept
you...or disappear forever."

"Well...do you want to...disappear?"

"You know I can't. You've bewitched me. You...you know that you just
have to throw me a smile and I'd no longer be able to understand a
single thing other than I love you! And you take advantage of that."
Alain says in a tone of gentle reproach.

"No... I too can't renounce you... and I don't want to."

Alain is overcome with tenderness. "You really have stolen me, Love..."

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 4

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