Chapter 5
'John... Do you want to know about why I didn't want you touching me when we first met?' Jim asked, his sadness replacing the lust on his face as he slid down the tiles onto the floor.
'Yes, if you would like to tell me James, but I understand if you don't, I won't pry' he spoke. 'I thought it was just me, but then I could see it went far deeper than that.'
'Yes' Jim said, avoiding eye contact. 'You were right about that'. 'You know, I'm an orphan? My parents died when I was young' without waiting for a response, Jim took a deep breath and began.
'My first foster parents were fine, nice. They loved me I think, but my foster mum got pregnant with twins, and they couldn't afford a nicer house, so they chucked me out. My next foster parents weren't quite so nice. I was 12 when he began to touch me... And I was 14 when he decided that wasn't enough. So he raped me. Every night until I was 16, and right up until I left. The woman just watched, occasionally laughing and masturbating. It took me years to realise I could do the same thing with someone, but in a way that both sides would enjoy. It's hard for me because I have never been topped by someone since then, it scared me, not being in control. I guess that's why I like controlling things in my line of work rather than doing the dirty work myself, I suppose it gives me the power. '
'So that's basically it John, you're terribly quiet, are you ok?' John was rapidly blinking, trying to get rid of the tears that were threatening to run down his face. Without any warning, John crushed his lips to Jims, needing him more than ever. 5 minutes later they released for air. 'Jim, I am so, so sorry. If I knew where these cunts were, I would rip them to shreds, I swear to god I would.' Jim chuckled at the protectiveness in his new love. 'Oh darling, that's the best bit, I think it's time to pay a visit to my lovely foster father'...