Date: Fri, 3 May 2013 21:18:01 +0000
From: Esther Alexis <esther_alexis_@hotmail.com>
Subject: Benjy's Boy: Chapter Ten

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Benjy's Boy: Chapter Ten

It was a low and rainy day, as I had expected from spring in Great
Britain. I didn't really care, though. England was a great place to live,
in my opinion. And although I had never even been to London, I still felt
like Britain was the only place in the world that I liked.Rain was pounding
the streets, washing the grime and disgust from roofs and refreshing the
community. I could smell that dampened smell that happens usually in spring
and autumn, like a mixture of wetness, cold air, and newly grown grass. It
was a nice smell, I thought. But that was hardly on my mind, especially on
a day like this, and after what had happened to me recently.For a brief
period of time, my life seemed almost perfect. I had a nice partner, a fine
life, a loving family, and a great home and education. And then I went to
the Alley and screwed everything up. I kept telling myself that it was only
my fault, that only I could be blamed for the atrocious deaths of those
punks in the Alley. Yes, I may not have held the weapons, but I may as well
have. Whoever Jasper was, I wasn't inclined to care. He was some mysterious
and shady character obviously from the richer world. His voice showed it. I
did not need to see him to know that his strong and smugly snobbish British
accent stood out so clearly. Yet, I had to admit that it was the sexiest
voice in the world. Others, you ask? Australians have adorable voices, in
my opinion. Scandinavian voices are hot, but only in a naive sense.
American voices are too common. I mean, you see them all the time in
movies. But Benjy made it work.I was having doubts that Jasper had done it
to protect me. I didn't know what truly happened when I was knocked out
there. Maybe I was ganged upon, maybe I was moments from rape and possible
murder. But not even that justifies the killing of dozens of people, punk
or not. Jasper may have saved me once, but why was he following me in the
first place? I felt much too vulnerable, and quite threatened. Jasper had
me wrapped around his little finger. I owed him one, and whatever way I
chose to see it, I was his complete and utter bitch.It was a few days after
the killing, a Friday. I had become accustom to sitting in the nearby
Popham Park. Popham was our city. It was nice, but it had too few rich
people and too many slums. The park was visited by both, albeit I just
wanted to be alone. That was mainly why I was there. With the warm winds
blowing by, and the downpour of rain soaking me through, I sat on an old
wooden bench on the farthest end of the park. People passed with their dogs
or just themselves every once in a while, and there was the obvious cliche
of a couple running after a kiss in the rain.I was there to get away from
the world, all of it. A day after the killing, Jasper was insistent on
calling me to check I had done it all. I had. My hair was now an icy
blond. While, yes, I looked supposedly fine, I wasn't too fond of it. And I
had scrubbed my skin so roughly, I felt sore for hours. But it hadn't
helped scour away my guilt. Now I would find it soothing to be free of the
murder investigation, Benjy constantly bugging me about when I would speak
to him, my gang of friends always caring for me, and Jasper, who seemed to
have my best interests at heart but was so heartless himself. I couldn't
tell if he wanted to protect me or hurt me, screw me or abuse me. But my,
that voice. It just ruffled some feathers.And Benjy. He seemed to make
everything that little more complicated. The problems he plagued me with,
not purposely, couldn't be cured by sitting on a bench in some dirty old
park. He wanted to know why I was acting different, why I was so
disconnected all of the time. He didn't mind our lack of sex. He never
did. And I still loved him, but I was just worried for him. If he knew
where I had been last Monday, that those people died because of me, he
wouldn't want to be with me any more. If he knew about Jasper,
threateningly protecting me, he would distance himself from me. It seemed
whatever option I chose, it would always end up bad.So there I sat in the
Popham Park, the rain soaking my newly blond hair and my head staring
lazily out onto the grass. I needed someone to talk to, any one. But
someone I didn't know, someone who wouldn't react badly or reveal the
secret. But all I had was myself, and the excessive phone calls from
Jasper.And off went my iPhone, with its pathetic ringing banging my
eardrums like the bells of Big Ben."What, Jasper?!" I answered, my voice
tight and anxious."I'm watching you.""Why? Why are you watching me, why are
you following me and protecting me? It's time to answer! Answer me!""I
watch you to make sure you do not stray, I follow you because you are my
new victim, and I protect you because you are mine now," answered that
voice, that beautifully British voice."I am not yours!""I am afraid that
was never up to you. I have given you exactly four days since the killings
to calm yourself down, now we must start business," Jasper announced."And
what kind of business is that?""The kind where I tell you to do something
and you do it.""Are you threatening me?!""Yes.""And what if I say no?" I
asked."Then your bag of clothes get dropped off at the nearest Police
station, your alibi denies you were with them on Monday, and a certain
camera tape from a local shop proving you were at the Alley gets sent to
the Police too.""You said you destroyed those things!""Yes, I did say
that. You see, it is this new invention we British like to call besting the
rest of the world; fooling them in every manner and aspect; lying. I am
sure you are aware of it. None is a better liar than a Briton.""You played
me," I stated."Like a piccolo.""What do you want me to do, then, Jasper?" I
asked, quietly."First of all, I need to prove your loyalty to me," Jasper
told."Why would I be remotely loyal to you?""I am your protector, your
guardian. While Benjamin keeps your bed warm at night, it is I who stopped
those men, boys really, from ending you. I would like you to trust and
respect me, for even now I am protecting you. Not only will you be my
victim, but you will be my informant.""Informant for what? What could I
possibly tell you, that you don't already know?""You do not need to know
who I am or what I am doing, what my aims are or anything about me except
the fact that I am a powerful man. And all powerful men have weaknesses. I
need you to act on these weaknesses for me.""But why me specifically?""Why
NOT you? You are a dark boy. Perhaps you are not ready to murder, but I
know you will one day soon. You can be taught the trade I wish to teach
you, too. You are a determined child. I suppose a main reason was that you
aren't an ugly boy. After I selected you, I discovered your closet
homosexuality, and that helps, too.""What does my homosexuality have to do
with you?""It is a quality that widens the plane-field. It means that,
should I want you to sleep with a man, you wouldn't be uncomfortable. You
will do as I say simply because I say it, or you will do as a guard says as
you stand behind bars for a very long time.""What would you have me do?""I
would have you do many things. But I think we should start with
infiltration. You will be the infiltrator, my person on the inside. I need
you to infiltrate the Park Popham Hotel, without questions. By Monday, I
want you to have a job there as bellboy or dishwasher, whatever. Get a job
there, and make friends with as many employees as possible. Do that, and
this Monday you will go to the address on the card I gave you last Monday,
and we will discuss what it is that you must do for me.""Why the Park
Popham Hotel? Are they competition, or something?""No questions. My motives
are not of your concern, so do as you are told and get a job there by
Monday. Make friends with the employees, if you would, and be at the
address at 9AM sharp.""Okay.""I'll be in touch," he said, as he always
ended a conversation, before hanging up. It was then that I decided to stop
wallowing in self-pity, and to get over it. I believed Jasper, that the
punks were going to kill me, and I didn't exactly hate the man for killing
them. He saved me to do it, and I never thanked him for it.I stood sternly
from the bench, very well late afternoon, almost teatime. It was nearing
seven or six PM, and I decided to make things right, to act like everything
was normal. I assumed that was what Jasper wanted me to do, or else he
would frame me for the murder. But I wouldn't call him on that bluff, so I
decided to become his bitch. Yet, I knew I had to sort things out with my
friends and Benjy, so I decided that will be what I
do.------------------------------------Now that the Alley was a major crime
scene, and it looked to be a Friday night, I suspected everyone would be at
the Hangout. It became a ritual to go there on Friday nights, and it was
now one of the only places we underage teenagers could now go to break
minor laws(smoking, alcohol consumption, underage sex, and all of the
above).Once I arrived on that field, the field Benjy and I almost
established our relationship, where we had spent the entire night, I
sighed. I could see him sitting there, in the shadows of the exact spot,
his head in his knees and a saddened look about him."Benjy?" I asked. "Why
aren't you in the Hangout, like all the others?""Oh, fuck. I... I guess
it's just not as much fun if you're not there," he complimented, rising to
his feet upon my approach."Sorry.""Where have you been lately, Kay?" he
asked, his eyes wide and beady. "And what the fuck did you do to your hair?
I haven't seen you since last week, and you've had some kind of teenage
midlife crisis, or something.""I needed a change. I know I've been weird
lately, but that's just because... the Alley.""I know. It was a brutal
sight, and I'm sorry it happened, and that you're sad about it, but I don't
like that it makes you sad. I like you happy.""I like me happy too. It just
got to me. Knowing that Jas... that a killer is still out there... it
frightens me, that's all. But I got over it.""If you're frightened, I can
protect you.""Hold me." Those two words, and he wrapped his snugly arms
around me and held me in tight. Benjy was much taller than me, so when I
tried to rest my head on his shoulder, it went crooked, so I lay it on his
woolly jumper and against his chest. He rested his head lightly against
mine, kissing the side of it as he did, before drawing me closer. My lips
met his, briefly. Softly, he raised his hands through my hair and our lips
parted. His face still so close to mine, he laughed."Blonde? Of all the
colours, and you go the same colour as me? If you get highlights, I'm
shaving you bald in your sleep."And the kissing resumed, but much more
lovingly than daringly, and much more carefully than carelessly.Benjy
caressed me gently. I placed my hands inside of his jumper and kept them
there, feeling the warmth protruding off of his perfect chest. We fell to
the floor, and I lay Benjy down first. He lay on his back, and I crawled
down his body. With my teeth, I unzipped his jeans and pulled them
down. Sweetly, I pulled down his briefs, and out popped his monster. I
grasped it firmly, and instantly began working on it with my tongue. My
hands rubbed his balls and my mouth tasted the first of him in days. I
tasted precum, but only slightly. I pressed my tongue up and across his
head, lowering onto it and allowing myself to take almost six inches of his
eight incher. I sucked on it like that until his moans became too much."I
want you," he sighed, after I unleashed his rod from my salivating
mouth."Then come and get me," I replied, wiping his precum from the side of
my mouth.Benjamin climbed onto his knees and turned me around, forcing me
onto all-fours as I pulled down my trousers. They stopped at my lower
thighs, and were followed by my underwear.Sensually, he grasped my cheeks
and pulled them apart, allowing him a firm glance at my puckerhole. Before
I could even jerk away, his tongue was rolling up and down my ass, and
began sliding in and out and all over. His tongue washed my hole clean,
readying it for him.On all fours, I was much smaller than Benjamin and he
towered over me. He pulled his face away from my ass and placed his cock
into position. Carefully, he slipped the head inside. Benjy didn't ask how
I was any more, full well knowing I could take his entire cock easily.He
rammed into me, pressing the entire eight inches into my hole, and
continuously pounding back and forth, his balls clapping against my ass as
he did. His cock slid from my ass and then pressed all the way back it,
rubbing against my special place inside and sending desirable waves of
hungry pleasure through my body. Each time he entered me, I felt so alive,
like I could feel his cum coursing through my veins. I welcomed him. I
clenched my inner muscles and strangled his cock, working it like I had
practiced with the gift Alison had given me for Christmas, a
dildo. Suddenly, Jasper and his threats didn't matter, not in the
slightest.I began screaming in pleasure, moaning in utter fantasy. Benjy
did too, and I didn't care if any one heard. It was all about us, not the
people who could hear it. Although, that was until we could see them
leaving the woods on the horizon to find out what the sounds
were.Hurriedly, Benjamin fastened his pace and slammed into me even harder,
grasping me by my love-handles (hip area)and ramming me into him harder. He
began rithing in ecstasy as he released his seed into me. He pulled out,
and we pulled up our trousers and ran from the field as the curious
bystanders approached the scene, not knowing we were fucking there moments
ago.We laughed, and hurried back home, not truly knowing that Benjy's
jacket was left at the scene - his jacket with his wallet and iPhone in.

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Thanks for reading, friendly faces. The plot is developed and I now know
what is coming for little old gay Kayden. Hang in there, its a wild and
sickening ride, including lots of death and deception. But there's a reason
I've called it Benjy's Boy. He will always love Benjy, no matter what.
Jasper is no threat, he is a secretive character that sees Kayden as a
friend, not a servant. Friends with benefits? Possibly! I won't be giving
too much away, so I will end it here. Let us see what happens next for Kay,
when he takes a job at that precarious hotel and becomes an inside man for
one of Jasper's nefarious games. What do you think will happen? Make
suggestions, if you want. This email, tar huns. Bye bye, my lovely little
gaybirds! Haa. Instead of jaybirds. I'm so funny. GRAB AND TUG! Bye!
Chapter Eleven is out soon, btw.

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