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This is a little fucked up too, i apologise.
In the second to last sentence of the last chapter Kai is saying 'charge.'
The main part is from Tala's dad's POV the part before that…well same as usual…
Chapter 13 Everyday Hurts a Little More
The tall man stood on the brig and watched them unload their precious cargo. Sixty boys; all under ten and all exotic in some way. His eyes scanned the crowd caught red. He smiled the blue haired boy was walking with a long haired Chinese boy, they were the pick of the lot really. They could take their education together.
Kai has cut me off.
It has been weeks…weeks since he has let me touch him…weeks…he won't even speak to me…
I pace about the house and watch him…watch him but god he won't let me touch him…
I can't think...
I can't breathe…
I have offered him twenty times the usual amount he just shakes his head. I swear that bitch is laughing at me. All of them behind my back: my bitch wife, my bastard son (Who's fucking him, I know he's fucking him), even that little whore Kai…all laughing at me behind my back. And they think I don't know! Hah!
I see the way Kai watches me out of the corner of his eye: that little smirk on his lips. God I hate him. God I love him. That little slow and lazy smirk. God I want him.
I don't understand: he is a whore why won't he take my money? He takes everyone else's.
"I'm sorry I can no longer except you as a customer." he says as if it was all business. All our time together all business. Then why won't he take my money?
I sold my conscience for that boy, I gave up everything: my wife: my family; everything. And for what? He did this to me. He made me want him and then…god I hate him.
My night's are spent in my room alone now. My wife no longer cooks for me, or even speaks to me: Tala avoids me with that look on his face, his face hasn't changed since I hit him. He always looks like he's just been slapped. I betrayed my son for him! I betrayed everyone; all for him, always for him. God I love him.
I didn't know love could feel like this; like maggots under my skin eating away at me until I am nothing. I can practically hear his voice in my head edging me on to disaster.
"He'll never touch you again." my wife laughed counting a small pile of money. "Never. Look at you…just look at you. You're pathetic."
Bitch.
I watch him around corners: sitting on the sofa with my son, them kissing and ripping at each other like wild animals, he flicks an eye to the doorway where I stand then closes his eyes. He knows I watch him. I don't think he cares.
Tease.
God I want him.
I stalk him now; follow him at night watch in alleys as he seduces men, as he sucks licks and plays with them, returning always to my son afterwards and never charging him.
Why doesn't he charge him?
Maybe to punish me.
I wonder what he does with all the money. He doesn't seem to spend it, he has no gadgets or designer clothing, and he gives no presents. Maybe he is saving up to escape. I would never let that happen.
If he is saving money why doesn't he charge Tala?
Maybe to tease me.
He walks in circles. I watch him for days, months. He gives money to my wife once a week. The slut is in on the deal. The days and hours and minutes are piling up…it feels like someone is sitting on my chest. I know that it can't be much longer; that soon I will have to have him; with or without permission. And still he torments me with his smirk…
Another week and I am ready. We are alone in the house. Tala has a dentist appointment, both he and my wife are gone. Kai is alone in his room.
I sneak into his room, it is easy because of the loud stereo, I creep up behind him. God I am going to make him pay. He doesn't see me before I pounce pinning him to the mattress beneath me putting all my weight onto his back. "You're mine," I whisper and mean it. God I need him.
"Get the fuck..!" he starts, so I place my hand over his mouth.
"Ssssshhh! Its ok I love you. I need you. It's ok."
He tries to struggle; but he is young and weak compared; I have always kept myself in good shape.
It is hard to keep him still as I remove his trousers, like surfing I have to keep moving my weight to balance. In the end I have to hit him, a good hard knock to the back of the head to keep him occupied, I feel the jolt as his face bangs forward into my hand.
"Ssshhh I love you," I whisper. Because I do and that is why I have to have him.
There is no time for lubricant and really if I move I think he will escape and so I enter dry. My head swims at the sensations and I am home, it is like I had never left his body, like he had never forced me into my drought. I move my hand from his mouth and push his face into the pillow I need to balance, to push myself into him harder; deeper. He has stopped struggling now anyway. Stopped moving, I wonder if he is even still conscious. But I can't check, not until I finish.
I'm as close to heaven as any mortal can be. There is blood on the back of his head.
When I am finished I loosen my grip and pull out. He doesn't move and suddenly I am afraid that he went too far, that he is dead, that I suffocated him, that I hit him too hard…then he coughs and his legs twitch. It takes him a while to turn back towards me, his eyes groggy and unfocused. He is so beautiful and before I know it I am hard again and taking pleasure in that delicious mouth.
I sate myself over an over, wondering what could be taking the other so long and celebrating my luck. Sometimes he is awake and sometimes he isn't, sometimes I have to hit him again and sometimes he lies there passive and watches me. His eyes the colour of my lust. He is bleeding at his hair line.
When I am finished for good I light a cigarette and bask in my perfect moment. God I love him; no one else can give me satisfaction like this.
I pull my trousers up and get ready to go remembering to pull my wallet out and throw is payment beside his still form.
"How about tomorrow night?" I ask hoping that this makes us even, that all of his teasing will end and that things will be as they were.
"No."
His voice was so raw and rattled that I barely recognised it, still I nearly choked when I realised what he had said.
"What?" I asked genuinely shocked.
"Your…your wife…your wife and I have an agreement." he coughed out distracting me with some white at the corner of his lips.
"My wife? My wife is to blame for this?"
He just looks at me.
God I hate him.
"How much is my wife paying you?"
He laughs and nearly chokes on the effort.
"And if she is no longer in the picture."
"Then…so is the deal." his voice is getting stronger but it is obvious he needs a drink.
Maybe just one more time. I undo my zip and stop as I hear the car pull up in the drive.
"I love you." I whisper and leave. "I'll come again."
God I love him.