Date: Sun, 14 Jan 2007 14:05:53 -0800 (PST)
From: Daniel M <heartmindsoulau@yahoo.com>
Subject: College - Bruised Love 13

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The Story:

Bruised Love 13 By Daniel M

A sharp slapping sound broke the quiet sobbing that filled the room.

   "Now now. You know that crying isn't going to help us. We need to get
you becoming better." Hissed a sharp voice in his ear. He tried to curl up
into a ball but found himself unable, so he tried to pull himself away.

   "Come on now. This isn't going to be any fun if you're not right here
with me is it." Said the voice sadistically in his ear. He felt another sob
build in his chest and then escape his mouth. He squirmed and then sucked
his in his breath sharply as he felt something hard press against his naked
back.

   "Please no. I can't again already." He strangled voice said. His
tormentor sighed behind him.

   "We've already discussed this. It's not all about your needs. I have
needs as well. Don't you love me enough to give me what I need?" The voice
from behind mocked him. He went to turn his head and got a sharp slap
across the face in reply.

   "Face the front unless told otherwise. See this is the problem. How are
you going to get better if you can't follow instructions?" Came the stern
reprimand. He hung his head, ashamed for bringing on the punishment. He
deserved that. He knew the rules. He should have followed the rules and he
wouldn't have been hurt.

He heard his tormentor gather spit into his mouth and then felt at wetness
on his naked backside. He whimpered quietly as his brain registered what
was about to happen. It was all he could do not to cry out in agony as he
felt the sharp penetration. There was no stopping; there was no allowing
him to get used to the invasion. He felt it sink all the way in, then the
agony as it was just as fiercely ripped back out of him. He cried out at
the pain and got another sharp slap.

   "You should moan not cry out. After all, this is meant to be the fun
part." Came the vicious command as the rough penetration happened again. He
bit down on his arm and felt tears trickle down his cheeks as the violation
continued. He felt his body jerk forwards with each time it was slammed
into. He tried to stop the tears, knowing that they would only incite more
anger and punishment, but he couldn't help it. They flowed and were beyond
his control. That would be understood? Surely he'd know that the crying was
an accident? Wouldn't he?

His thoughts were interrupted again as the rhythmic torture started to get
faster.

   "You want my thick seed you filthy whore?" Came the husky voice. All he
could do was whimper in response. He hoped that it would be enough to sound
like an affirmation while his stomach constricted with fear and
disgust. His answer was to be thrust into extra hard.

   "You didn't answer me." Came another reprimand. He concentrated hard and
made himself moan. Even to his own ears, he knew it wasn't convincing. An
extra hard push told him as much. He flinched as several more followed.

   "See, if you did as I said and became better by doing like I said, it
would feel so much better for you." Snarled the angry voice behind him,
sharp jabs inwards punctuating his point.

The pounding kept on growing harder. The rhythmic pounding picked up in
speed, the ferocity seemed to build as well, until it was near beyond
bearable. Then he heard the grunting and braced himself.

The thrusting became erratic, not keeping to any steady movement. The
breathing behind him became laboured.

   "So are you ready for my cum or what?" Snarled the ragged voice behind
him.

   "Yes, fill me." He said before burying his face in his arm to hide his
flowing tears. He felt the shudder behind him and knew that it was nearly
over. He knew that hateful load was filling him. He felt the weight of his
oppressor land on his back.

Finally, he felt the torture stopped as it was ripped from his inside and
he nearly called out in pain again. He only stopped himself by moments. He
heard a harsh whisper in his ear.

   "You should really listen to me, that way I don't have to remind you how
to become better. Make sure you clean yourself up you go to sleep. Don't
want you leaking cum onto the bedsheets." With that he felt the weight
leave his back. He heard the door click closed and only then did he allow
himself to start to sob out loud. He slowly lifted his eyes to the crucifix
that hung on the wall.

   "My God, my God, Why have you forsaken me?" He asked with his voice
thick from crying. Slowly, he pulled his body painfully from the bed and
walked to the en suite. He looked at the shower and saw the hot tap had
been removed again. He looked over at the basin and tried to work out if he
could remove a tap from there and put it on the hot water. He decided that
it just wasn't worth the effort and turned on the cold water tap and
climbed into the shower. He tiredly washed down his body and turned off the
tap before reaching for a towel to dry himself off. Standing in front of
the mirror he looked at himself as he hair drooped into his face. He tried
to remember when the light had left his eyes. He started to cry as he
realised, he couldn't. He tried to remember when he lost his belief in
himself. His mind flashed back to six months before and he fell to his
knees sobbing.



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Andrew felt his breath catch in his throat as he realised who he had come
home with. He closed his eyes as the memory burnt itself into his mind and
the fire of which the pain burnt him from the inside out. Jason grinned as
he saw the realisation hit Andrew hard. Jason then launched at Andrew who
was barely able to bring his arms up before the pair tumbled out of the bed
onto the ground with a heavy thud.

   "I told you I would wait. You knew I would come. Don't think I haven't
forgotten what you've done to me. You took him away from me, and now I'm
going to take you instead." Jason spat at him.

   "I'm not going to let you get me like you did Mitch, I'm going to leave
here and you aren't going to touch me unless you want your sordid secrets
out there."

   "Much the same as you wouldn't want Cameron or your precious little
Mitchell know who you went home with last night. Do you think they'd ever
forgive you? You came home with me voluntarily." Snarled Jason at him.

   "I'd had too much to drink, if I'd known I would have told you to fuck
off." Snapped Andrew. Jason snarled and bashed his forehead against
Andrew's. Andrew's head bounced back onto the floor and felt like it was
about to fly off in a million pieces and scatter to the winds. The pain
rocketed through his skull and lodged itself firmly behind his eyes. He
started to lift his head again when Jason repeated the action. Andrew felt
himself gasp and the darkness take him when the pain just grew too much.


A time later, Andrew opened his eyes and started to lift himself off the
floor, reaching back gingerly to touch his head where it had hit the
floor. Looking around, he couldn't see Jason. He breathed relief to himself
and stood up glancing around looking around for his clothes. He noticed
they were gone. He cursed, realising Jason much have moved them. Walking
over he tried the door, almost expecting it to bite him. He was relatively
disappointed when it opened on with no trouble. He glanced around and saw
the en suite. He walked in and after a brief moment thinking, wrapped a
towel around his waist. He walked out into the apartment and looked around,
trying to see his clothes. Walking down the hall, he heard a noise and spun
around. Not seeing anything he walked on further. He turned into the
kitchen and near ran back out when he saw Jason standing there.

   "So you finally decided to wake up. Good, didn't want to think I'd have
to come and wake you. So what do you want to do today Lover?"

   "Look, I don't know what you think is going to happen, I'm not your
lover, I'm not your toy. I'm leaving." Andrew said defiantly. Jason turned
and had Andrew pinned back against the wall quickly.

   "Now why are you going and saying that?" Jason breathed in his ear,
grinding his crotch fiercely into Andrew's. Andrew gasped in horror and
dismay as his body began to betray him and respond to the treatment.

   "I don't want you." Hissed Andrew in Jason's ear.

   "Do you really believe that they will want you now? I've tainted
you. You've betrayed poor Mitch by coming home with his ex. You've
abandoned Cameron at his greatest hour of need." Jason said directly into
Andrew's ear. Andrew snapped his head around, eyes wide.

   "Oh yes, you say some very interesting things when you're drunk
Andrew. I know it all." Jason said dangerously. Andrew swallowed nervously.

   "What do you want me to do then?" Asked Andrew.

   "I want you to sit down and eat breakfast with me." Jason said
simply. Andrew looked at him curiously.

   "Then you're going to go back to your unit and start packing your
belongings. You'll tell them that you need time away on your own and that
Cameron can take over your part of the lease. You'll pay until the end of
the month and then you'll walk out the door and move your belongings
here. You won't tell them where you're moving. You won't tell them anything
about this arrangement. If you do, you'll make me very angry and you won't
have to worry about them finding out about last night. You won't have to
worry about anything. Am I clear?" Jason hissed in his ear. Andrew nodded
very slowly.

   "Good, let's eat them." Jason said happily, stepping away as though he
hadn't been threatening Andrew's life mere moments ago.


The mundane took over and Jason's plan sailed along. Andrew thought he
might lose it all when Mitch asked him tearfully if it was anything that he
had done? Andrew rubbed his thumb along Mitch's jaw line and kissed it
gently.

   "It's nothing to do with you Mitch. I love you dearly and you're one of
my closest friends. Nothing will change that. I need to get away because my
head is clogging up with everything and I need a break. Just remember I
love you ok, I just need to make myself better." Andrew said gently. He
leant over and kissed Mitch's cheek and then picked up his final box and
walked out the door, closing it behind him. Mitch couldn't help but shudder
at the memories it brought back to the surface.



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He heard the door open and close and pulled himself off the floor and walk
over, switching on the shower on again. He heard a snort from the adjoining
room and stepped in under the cascading water, flinching as the cold belted
down on his skin, leaving him no cleaner than he had been before. The
violation a dull stinging that refused to abate. He wished it would not
just wash away the dirt but also the pain his life now played out to be. He
wondered briefly when he had turned into the weakling who needed some
knight in shining armour to ride up and rescue him. His mind flickered over
the thought that maybe he had always been like that, but had simply not
acknowledged it. He hung his head in what could have been shame, he told
himself though it was to rinse water through his hair.

Moments later he shut off the water and stepped out of the shower and took
hold of the towel hanging next to the shower. He gently dried himself
off. Patting where the welts on his back were still painful and even more
gently between his legs where the sting of harsh penetration remained.

Walking out into the bedroom he found his work clothes lying on the bed
waiting for him.

   "You should get ready for work. You start in an hour. Remember to come
straight home afterwards." Came the sinister voice as the door closed. He
felt tears building in his eyes, he pushed them down and pulled his clothes
on.

When he was finally dressed, he opened the door and walked down the hall
and looked for his keys. He finally found them and realised he was alone in
the apartment. He contemplated briefly trying to escape, then gave the idea
away just as quickly. Memories of his last attempt haunting him.


***** ***** ***** ***** ***** *****


Andrew looked around the unit and realised that Jason wasn't about. His
mind was racing at what his next move would be. Quickly he ran around the
unit and gathered what he would need and then went back down the hall and
collected his car keys. Racing towards the front door he stopped
momentarily by the phone, trying to decide if he could call someone for
help. Giving up, he threw open the front door. He took a step back as Jason
stood there, a look of growing fury on his face.

   "What's the bag for Andrew?" He demanded stepping forwards. Andrew took
a step back, stuttering and unable to get coherent words out. Jason's eyes
narrowed to dark slits.

   "You weren't trying to leave were you? How can I help you better
yourself if you run without even saying goodbye? That's just rude
Andrew. You know I don't like rudeness." Jason said menacingly. Andrew
yelped and took a step back. The next few moments were a blur and Andrew
couldn't quite follow it all. When Andrew's senses finally caught up, he
was face first on the floor, one of Jason's knees in the middle of this
back with angry breathing in his ear.

   "You need to remember your place." Jason hissed and stood up, taking his
weight from Andrew's back. Andrew breathed a sigh of relief thinking he had
evaded further punishment this time. Then a solid kick caught him in the
side causing Andrew to gasp in surprise. Another two kicks quickly landed
in his side, causing him to curl up on his side. He quickly brought his
arms up to cover his head. The blows still fell heavily until he was
starting to sob. There was a brief pause and then there was a sharp crack
and sting across his belt causing Andrew to bellow out in pain. Two more
followed in quick successions within inches or where the initial blows had
landed. He looked up at Jason staring angrily down at him, belt clenched in
his hand.

   "Pick yourself up off the floor." Snarled Jason, stepping over Andrew
towards the kitchen. Then from the kitchen Andrew heard a voice sing out.

   "You better hurry to work or you'll be late. Don't forget to come
straight home afterwards." The voice was light and pleasant and it chilled
Andrew to the bone.


***** ***** ***** ***** ***** *****



Walking into the restaurant, Andrew quickly went and signed on then headed
to the waiter's station. He got assigned his tables then walked out and
gave a quick glance over how busy they seemed.

   "Andrew, new table." Called a voice. Andrew turned and stopped as he saw
the group waiting for him. Cameron, Vanessa, Mitch and Tyler all stared
back at him. After the momentary shock, Andrew stepped up and took their
docket from where they had been waiting in. He glanced at the table and
grimaced slightly as he saw the table number.

   "Good evening, my name is Andrew and I'll be your host for the
evening. If you would please follow me, I'll take you to your table."
Andrew said formally and turned collecting drink menus and exhaling
quickly. He silently led them to their seats and pulled out a chair for
Vanessa to sit in. Without a word, Andrew passed out their menus without
uttering a single word. The other four sat there looking at him, waiting
for him to speak. Andrew regarded them coolly.

   "I'll give you a few moments to look over your drinks menu and will come
back with your meal menu." He said as he prepared to make his hasty
exit. As he turned, Vanessa's hand reached out and grabbed his arm. Andrew
flinched slightly, then realized what he had done. He turned to look at
Vanessa.

   "Yes Ma'am, can I help you?" Andrew asked formally.

   "You can drop the formal bullshit Andy, this is us. You know, the people
who used to be your friends?" She asked, her voice wounded.

   "If I can be of more assistance with your meal Ma'am, please let me
know." With that Andrew jerked his arm out of her grasp and made a hasty
retreat into the service area.

   "Jacinta, can we swap tables?" He asked casually. Jacinta looked at him
with an arched eyebrow.

   "You gotta be kidding me? My tables are all tippers. You're on your
own." She said and sauntered off. Andrew sighed and grabbed the meal menus
and walked over to take the drinks order.


Approaching the table, he regarded them coolly with quiet contemplation.

   "May I take your drink orders or would you require a few more moments?"
Andrew asked the group politely, positioning himself behind Mitch, well out
of Vanessa's reach. They all looked at Andrew confused, his actions not
making sense with the person they all once knew. While Andrew was handing
out the menus, another waiter came over and touched Andrew lightly on the
shoulder, who jumped slightly then dipped it in pain. The other four
watched his face and saw it crumble as the message was relayed. He quickly
put a blank expression in place on his face.

   "If you'll please excuse me, I'll be back shortly with your drinks,
please have a look over the meals and I'll be happy to take your order when
I get back." Andrew said as he slipped away. The other four looked at each
other with blank expressions.

   "Well that went south. All the other guy did was say there was a Jason
Martin, no, Clarkson, no..." Said Tyler, trying to remember the name he'd
heard. Mitch's face drained of all color.

   "Jason Barton." Mitch supplied unsteadily.

   "Yeah, that's the one." Tyler said happily. Cameron and Vanessa's head
snapped around to look at Mitch who just nodded.

   "It's Jay."

   "Who's Jay?" Asked Tyler clearly confused. Mitch looked down and sighed.

   "It's time to explain who I know Vanessa and Cameron I think." Mitch
said. Tyler looked back at him unsure. Vanessa and Cameron sat there
silently. Cameron touched Mitch on the arm gently.

   "I've only known Cameron, Vanessa and Andrew a short time. Andrew is our
waiter. A little over a year actually. That's not where the story starts
though. It starts three years ago when I met Jason." Mitch said. Cameron
and Vanessa's head snapped around, as they hadn't heard the story either.

   "I grew up happy, never wanting for anything. It was the American
dream. White picket fences type stuff, y'know. Dad was a hard working guy
in real estate. Mom was only working part time in the local nursery. I have
an older sister and two older brothers. We grew up in a good Southern
Baptist community. Grace before every meal, prayer time before bed and
church every Sunday. Growing up, I was a loner. I didn't friends very
easily. The friendships always seemed to go bad after a while. I kept to
myself and was happy that way." Mitch recounted slowly.

   "Then one day, I happened upon two guys kissing out on the bleachers at
school. I knew what I was seeing was meant to be wrong. I didn't think so
though. I saw it and, while I knew it was meant to be wrong, couldn't help
but want it more. It was like this sight taught me a belonging that I
didn't know I'd wanted. Something that I wanted to be part of, something I
wanted for myself. I crept away without saying anything. One of them had
seen me though and he came up to me later. He asked if I would say
anything. I told him I wouldn't and he asked me to hang out with him
later. I agreed. That afternoon I had my first kiss. Fucked up huh. I
didn't have my first kiss until I was eighteen." Mitch said. A hint of
sadness edged his voice. Cameron lay his hand on Mitch's arm gently and
Tyler took his other one while Vanessa looked on.

   "Anyways, we parted ways to go to college. First day, big college
building and an insane roomy who had more girls than pairs of jeans. There
were times when I felt like the insanity wouldn't end. He'd have so many
different girls and I'd have no one. Until one night he came home drunk. He
told me I was lucky. That I didn't have a thing to concern myself about. He
said he was on the outside looking into my life and he could see through me
and see my true colours. Inside I was out there living life free, I just
didn't know how to let it be released. At first I thought it just drunken
rambling. Then he said he envied me. I was so quiet no one expected me to
be anything else and I could live free, that he's made himself a guild
cage. It looked nice but everyone expected him to be this loud and
outrageous thing. Then he kinda fucked it all up by saying that I needed a
nice bloke to settle with and then promptly passed out across the foot of
my bed." Mitch continued.

   "The next day when my roomy woke up, he apologised for all the shit he'd
said the night before. He said he'd meant it but that he could have chosen
a more sober moment for it. He then proceeded to drag me out to clubs and
pubs over the next few weeks. Then we went to one club. It wasn't big, it
wasn't flashy. Hell, I doubt it was even sanitary. My roomy took us in and
said that if we didn't find me a root he may even have to take me home and
do me himself. I laughed it off at the time, looking back though it may
have been the better option. Anyways, we were getting our drinks and this
guy came over and started chatting to us. He seemed nice enough and
introduced himself as Jason. At first I thought it amusing watching my
roomy getting hit on by this guy. Then I realised; he was actually hitting
on me. My roomy, kept nudging me grinning. I ended up going home with
him. The next day he dropped me back at the dorm and asked for my number. I
gave it to him and he said he'd call me later and see if I was free to
catch up. I doubted I'd hear from him ever again. He proved me wrong, he
called as soon as he got off work and we made plans to go to the markets
the next day and to see a movie." Mitch continued with the story, stopping
to reach for his drink.

   "Eventually I ended up spending more and more nights at his flat a few
blocks from college. Then he bought his own flat that I helped him move
into and he kept calling it ours. Asking me to help decorate it and get it
looking right for us. As we were doing he would start to correct things. My
grammar, my language, my posture. It was just little things and he said it
was just his way of helping me with improving myself. I didn't argue as I
thought it was fair enough. Then one day we were having an argument. It
wasn't anything major, just one where you yell at each other. He got
agitated and knocked over the new vase I'd bought. He told me he should
have done it earlier as it was just fucking ugly. I asked him why he hadn't
said anything before and reprimanded him that he should have said
something. He swung so quickly I didn't even see it coming. I was on the
floor, my jaw aching and he had this bewildered and shocked look on his
face. He flew down and scooped me up. He couldn't stop apologising. I ended
up having to be the one to calm him down." Mitch continued.

   "Eventually we got onto the fact that I was not out at all. He started
to put pressure on me. That it didn't feel right that he was a dirty
secret. I tried to explain to him that it wouldn't go down well with my
religious background. He just didn't seem to really care. In the end I just
gave up.  I was going home for the Christmas and would tell them then. He
told me to call to tell him how it went. I promised him I would." Mitch
took a breath and swallowed.

   "'Twas the night before Christmas, as the story goes, and I was sitting
downstairs with my parents. My mother looked at me and asked what was on my
mind. I told her I was just thinking about something. She told me I could
talk to them about anything. So I told them that I was gay. They reacted
much as I had thought they would. Mom burst into tears and Dad threw me
out. I called Jay several times and he didn't answer. When I did get hold
of him, I told him what had happened and he booked me a flight home for
later that night. He met me at the airport and took me home to his flat and
I just stayed there and barely moved. He was very supportive of me and for
the first time, said he loved me."

   "New years day, we were recovering from the party the night before and
cleaning up the flat and I dropped a bottle and smashed it. He screamed at
me and I told him I was sorry, I didn't mean to. He told me it was just
like I didn't mean to upset my parents either. I told him he was a cunt and
that it didn't even compare seeing as he was the one who insisted I tell
them. He hit me saying that it wasn't fair to blame me for my own
shortcomings. He hit me again telling me all I he had done was be there for
me, who else was going to put up with me, not even my family would. He hit
me again saying all he had done was try to help me become a better
person. He stopped and just left the room. All I could do was lie there and
cry. He walked by telling me to grow up and walked out the front door,
slamming it behind him." Mitch told them, tears trickling down his cheeks.

   "He came back and apologised. He told me it wouldn't happen again. He
begged me not to hate him or leave. I felt for him, I told him I loved him
and I wouldn't leave. After that the beatings started to happen regularly,
a few weeks between at the best. A few hours at the worst. I'd go to leave
and he's scream that I had lied, I didn't love him and would just leave
because things were getting hard. Just like everyone else. I stayed every
time. Up until I met Andrew and Vanessa at a club. I was attracted to
Andrew. He had this smile or this look. I don't know. I led him on a bit I
guess. I was afraid if he knew the truth he wouldn't want to dance with
me. They got their revenge the next day. Jason beat me pretty badly later
on, this time he hit my face though. He normally just hid me where I could
cover up. Then he left. I didn't want to sit at my dorm room on my own. So
I called Andrew. They took me in at one glance at me." Mitch said, smiling
faintly at the memory and looked at Cameron who squeezed his arm
gently. Mitch dipped his head and then looked back at Tyler, whose face had
gone ashen.

   "This is the guy who your friend Andrew is caught up with?" Asked
Tyler. Mitch nodded.

   "Then I think it's time we returned the favour." Tyler said. Cameron
nodded and stood up looking for Andrew. He glanced out the front window to
see Andrew get knocked to the ground by Jason who was yelling loudly at
him. Cameron sprinted from the table and out the front door.

   "Get away from him!" Cameron roared.

   "Oh for fucks sake. Do you ever not ride in on your white horse, armour
shining? Always at the right time at the right time, you're like a badly
written Tom Cruise movie. Who comes up with this type of shit?" Jason
spat. Cameron knelt down and looked at his fallen friend.

   "Andy? Can you look at me?" Cameron asked gently. Andrew lifted his head
and saw Cameron before dropping it again, his cheeks burning with shame.

   "Andrew, it's time to leave." Said Jason commandingly. Andrew looked up
at Cameron.

   "I'm sorry Cam." He started to push himself up and Cameron put his hand
gently on Andrew's shoulder.

   "I still love you Andy. Come home with us. Come home where you're safe."
Cameron said. Andrew looked up in his eyes and searched for something to
tell him that they wouldn't hate him.

   "Come home." Mitch said quietly from behind Cameron. Andrew reached out
for Cameron's hand as Jason lunged forwards again, only to have two sets of
hands restrain him.

   "Sir, we've witnessed enough of your antics for the day. You're under
arrest for aggravated assault. You have the right to remain silent,
anything you do say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You
have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford one, representation
will be provided for you..." Said a police officer. Andrew got distracted
from listening as he was pulled firmly into Cameron's arms.

   "What happened? How did you get caught up in anything with him?" Asked
Cameron.

   "After I left Nessa and Mitch at college, I went to a bar. I got drunk
and he turned up. I didn't realise who it was until the next day and by the
then it was too late. I tried to escape, but he caught me. I thought about
running a couple of times, I just was never able to." Andrew said, his
voice becoming thick with emotion.

   "Why didn't you just call or come and talk to me?" Cameron asked, his
voice equally thick.

   "I tried but..." Andrew started. There was a loud crack causing them to
all snap their heads around in the direction. One of the officers was lying
clutching his side and his gun holster empty, the other had his gun
out. Jason was lying face down on the sidewalk, blood pooling. His hand
clasping the missing weapon and facing their direction. They looked on in
disbelief as by them a girl started screaming. She screamed louder and
longer until Andrew thought the insanity of the past was mingling with the
noise the girl was shrieking. Andrew turned his head and buried it in
Cameron's shoulder, who just rocked him gently whispering soothing words to
comfort the already tormented mind of his friend. Sirens screamed while the
girl beside them wailed and Andrew cried. Cameron stood there being strong
for his friend while Mitch guided the pair gently inside.

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I am going to try and update more reguarly this year. Sorry it's taken so
long (yet again).

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Regards,
Daniel M