Date: Tue, 5 Jun 2012 02:18:44 +0800
From: Ben Ng <ng.ben9@gmail.com>
Subject: Rick's Diary Part 25 - A Whole New Ballgame

A Whole New Ballgame

I've grown comfortable with Ben. He knows I'm gay and that I
love him, and he's ok with that. Although he avoided the topic
of my love for him, he must know. Yet, he made it very clear
that he didn't want kissing or fucking, which I respected. In
fact, I think one day I can get him to fuck me, but he's
adamant about not putting things up his ass besides a finger.
However, try as I may, for the next couple of years I couldn't
get him to do anything more. Yet, our friendship has grown
stronger than ever. It's not perfect but as good as I could
make it.

Things changed during our senior year. Since it was our final
year, we really wanted to win. Our football team has been in
the best shape ever, thanks to Ben being the quarterback and
me being the receiver. We make a very good duo and the fact
that we are such good friends only adds to our success. We
have a real chance at winning the national championship.
Everyone is excited. However, there is one major roadblock.
Only one team will be selected in each state and our rival
school is every bit as strong as us. It is a strange situation
where the best two teams in the country happen to be in the
same state. As you can imagine, competition and rivalry are
intense.

It doesn't help that the two schools are physically close to
each other, relatively speaking. The Bruins are near the west
coast while we, the Trojans, are in the down town area,
separated only by a 20 minute drive. As rivalry week
approaches, everyone goes crazy. There is a tradition whereby
someone from each school would try to sabotage the other,
usually by pouring paint over the mascot. The Bruin's mascot
is, of course, a bear, which is located in an open area pretty
close to the entrance, making it susceptible to attacks. For
many years we Trojans have sneaked in at night and poured red
paint over the bear. They have since increased security, but
somehow we always manage to overcome it.

This year, it's our turn to do it. I have warned Ben not to do
it himself and risk getting caught, but he wouldn't listen. He
said as the quarterback, he's the leader and has to perform
this important task himself. HehhHe's all hyped about it,
talking excitedly over dinner his plan to sabotage our enemy,
and how he's going to catch them off guard, how funny it would
be to see their faces the next day. It got our team excited
and the conversation continued in his room till late at night,
when his roommate returned and we finally disbanded. I knew it
was pointless to convince him not to go, but I did suggest
that he should go with our two running backs, our fastest
runners, in case anything happens.

Personally, I wasn't interested in all the rivalry stuff. I
thought it was a juvenile prank, but somehow it's an important
tradition. So, that fateful night, I watched as Ben left with
our two running backs, paint in hand, like heroes. Little did
I know at the time, he embarked on a journey which totally
changed his life, and mine.

I was woken up from my sleep by the two running backs, who
barged into my room yelling. I asked them what happened, and
they told me that someone was expecting them, and that Ben was
caught. My heart sank. Who would be expecting them in the
middle of the night? What happened to Ben? I asked them to
describe everything to me in detail. It seemed that the whole
Bruin team waited in the dark to catch us, and the two only
got away because they were fast runners. I shook my head.
Although Ben was a great quarterback, he wasn't the fastest.
I've told him to stay behind but he didn't listen. And now...
wait... why would the entire Bruin team be expecting us? Who
leaked the information? I considered each possibility and
there was only one conclusion. The only person in our circle
who is not also on the football team: Ben's roommate. Despite
my anger towards him, my priority was to ensure Ben's safety.
Yet, it was four in the morning and I had no idea where he
might be. God knows what our entire enemy team could do to
him, and all this happening right before our big game!

Although I was worried about him, I had no idea where to start
looking for him. I'm not that familiar with their campus and
God knows where they could have taken him. I decided it was
useless wandering around aimlessly. I decided to question the
bastard who leaked the information. I barged into Ben's room
and pulled the guy out of bed.

"What the hell?" The guy asked groggily.

"You told them our plans, didn't you?"

"What?" He was still halfway in dreamland. I went to the
bathroom, grabbed a cup of cold water and threw it on his
face.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"You told the Bruins we'd be going tonight, didn't you?" He
paused for a while, and from the look on his face, I knew I
was right.

"Ben is being held captive, thanks to you!" I yelled,
surprised at how mad I was.

"I... I didn't know... I only mentioned it casually to my friend..."

"Well, your FRIEND must have told their football team and now
they are torturing Ben!"

"I... I really didn't know!" Looking at his face pissed me off.
Without thinking I threw a punch at him, knocking him out
cold. I have never been this mad before. I have never punched
anyone. Despite what people say about football players being
aggressive jerks, I have never started fights. I didn't know
what got into me. Thinking back, it was my deep concern for
Ben. The thought of losing him, or that he was in harm's way,
was unbearable.

I had intended to find some clues out of this guy as to where
Ben might be, but it seemed that he knew nothing. He simply
mentioned our plan to his friend at our rival school, without
realizing the consequences. In short, he's a jerk, but not a
schemer. He had no reason to harm Ben and sabotage his own
school anyway.

I went back to my room, unable to sleep. The team has gathered
but no one knew what to do. Calling the cops was one option,
but we didn't want to raise this to another level. After all,
what we intended to do was a federal crime, and we have no
proof that anything was done to Ben at all. Reluctantly, I
disbanded the team and told them to get some sleep. If Ben
didn't return in the morning we would take further action.

There was a commotion when Ben returned. We immediately
noticed he wasn't in his own clothes, and there was something
wrong. He smelled like locker room and cum, lots of cum.
Everyone asked him what happened but he didn't answer. He just
limped to his room and collapsed on his bed. He went into deep
sleep immediately and was unresponsive. I know how he is; when
he sleeps nothing can wake him. I asked the other guys to back
off and let him rest.

"Why is he not in his own clothes?"

"What the hell did they do to him?"

The team had lots of questions, and so did I. But it wasn't
the time. At least I knew Ben was safe and he wasn't hurt.
That's what's important. The rest can wait. Ben came back in
early morning but slept until noon. I was by his side the
whole time. Looking at his innocent face, I finally relaxed.
I've been deeply worried the entire night. I resisted the urge
to caress his face.

When he woke up, he smiled at me. "Hey!" I imagined living
with him, being in the same bed, watching him wake up every
day and seeing that smile. It would be heaven.

"What happened, Ben?" I asked softly.

"A lot." He paused, as if in deep thought. "Too much,
actually." I've known him for a long time. Nothing spooked
him. What could it be?

He suddenly looked me straight in the eyes. It was hard to
tell what he was thinking, but I felt myself shook all over.
It was like he suddenly saw me in a different light. It was
gentler, kinder. It was almost love, but not quite. And then
it changed; it changed to guilt. He immediately broke eye
contact and shook his head.

"What is it? You can tell me." I said softly, almost
pleadingly.

He shut his eyes tightly and frowned, as if wanting to get rid
of his memory. And yet, when he opened his eyes, he looked at
the ceiling and there was the expression of yearning.

"If I told you," he paused, sounding very uncertain, "would
you forgive me?"

I have never seen him behave like this. He has never asked me
for forgiveness. Even when he did something wrong, he would
just throw his arm around my shoulder and punch me softly in
the chest. His mischievous grin and apologetic eyes would have
been enough. Hell, I could never stay angry with him.

"Of course. What are best friends for?"

He opened his mouth to speak, but no word came out. He sighed
deeply. "May be another time. I have a lot to think about."

I was dying to know what happened, but I didn't want to push
him. What has he done that would need my forgiveness? He was
caught and tortured, probably made to do sexual things, from
the smell of cum on his body. Why did he need to apologize to
me? Oh my God, did he...?

I reeled back from the realization of what it could be, but I
knew it's no use pressing him. No one can make Ben do
something he didn't want to. I said softly, "You better see a
doctor first. I want to make sure you are ok."

He assured me he was, but agreed to visit the doctor. As
expected, the doctor told us he was all right, except for a
few minor bruises. But what caught his attention were the
bruises on his cheeks and jaw.

"It looks like he may have been... sexually assaulted."

"What?" The entire football team was outraged. They swore
revenge and cursed the other team with every vulgar word they
could find.

We discussed whether we should report it to the police, but
Ben insisted he was all right and just needed rest. When asked
what happened, he just said he didn't want to talk about it.
We let Ben rest in his room, and the rest of the team gathered
in mine. We talked about what we should do. Some guys
suggested we should just find them and beat them up. I called
for a more involved plan, something to catch the whole team
off guard and do unto them what they did to Ben. Unlike the
rest, I was a schemer. I shall concoct the perfect plan to
exact revenge.

The first thing I did, after finalizing the plan with the
guys, was to kick out Ben's roommate. He dared not utter one
word for he would have the wrath of the entire team on him if
he dared protest. I have yet to bring to the team's attention
our little snitch. His life would be miserable had the other
guys found out his involvement. In no time I moved in. I
practically lived here anyway. Let the snitch live with Mike,
I didn't care. When I finally moved everything, I sat on my
bed and smiled. Finally, after all these years, I'm rooming
with Ben again. I thought about the time I moved out in
misery, after he discovered I sucked his cock while he was
drunk. It seemed ages ago. Now everything is back to where it
should be, me and him. Now, if only he would tell me what
happened, why he needed my forgiveness? There was a dark cloud
looming over me. I had a hunch of what might have happened,
but I didn't want to face it. When we were finally settled
down and alone, I just looked him in the eyes and waited for
him to talk. I wanted to give him space, but I also needed to
know.

"Rick," he paused again, so uncharacteristic of him. "I'm
sorry."

"Why are you sorry?"

"They made me do things..."

"What things?"

He sighed. "Sexual things."

"They made you suck them?" He nodded slowly.

"What else?" He looked at me, and there was that apologetic
expression again.

"What is it? Please tell me!"

"One guy... sat on my cock." He said softly.

I was expecting something along those lines, so hearing it
made me feel relieved, but there was also a surge of
jealously. Who is that idiot who dared to force his ass on
Ben?

"So he made you fuck him against your will?"

"Yeah." He answered, but it didn't sound convincing.

"But you liked it."

"How can I not like it? It's fucking. I love to fuck."

"And yet, you said you don't fuck guys... or kiss them."

"It's not like I had any choice. He just sat on it."

"But you didn't resist?"

"I was in a room with eleven guys from the Bruin team. You
think I can resist?"

"So that's what you are apologizing for?"

"Kind of." He sounded evasive.

"What else?" I heard my own voice rising.

"I... uh... kind of... made an agreement to see him again."

"To see him? Like what? Date him?"

"To repeat what we did... you know... it was a good fuck."

"So what are you two now? Fuck buddies? Boyfriends?"

"I don't know, Rick. I don't know what to think."

"So you have your cock thinking for you. You fucked a guy and
you liked it, so you will do it again."

"Is that wrong?" He looked at me innocently. I was at a loss.
I dreamed day and night that he would get into fucking with
me, and now he is into fucking guys, but not me! I suddenly
felt like losing it. I stormed out of the room.

"Rick, wait!" I didn't turn around. I couldn't. I didn't even
know why, but tears started running down my face.