A/N: This chapter involves rough role playing. Read with caution.

Brian walked into the alley. Seeing a hot blond boy, he made his move, lunging at him, pushing him up against a building, and covering his mouth. Brian whispered, "You are going to put my huge dick in your mouth and suck on it until I cum. If you bite me or scream, I'll break your fucking neck. Nod if you understand."

The blond nodded. His eyes were wide, and he trembled in fear. Satisfied, Brian uncovered the blond's mouth and shoved him roughly to the ground. The blond grunted as his knees hit cement. He tried to unzip Brian's jeans, but his hands were shaking. Brian sighed in annoyance and unzipped his jeans himself. The blond licked his lips and then began sliding them over Brian's cock. Apparently, he did so too slowly because Brian grabbed the blond's neck and started to fuck his mouth. He moaned loudly and then breathed, "Yes, oh yes, take it all…"

He let go of the blond's neck and ordered, "Suck my balls." The blond quickly obeyed, slipping one and then the other into his mouth and sucking gently. Brian started stroking his cock hard and fast. His breathing was ragged, and he licked his lips as he stared at the blond's beautiful face, his plump cherry-red lips, which were wet with saliva. Suddenly, Brian stopped jerking off and pulled away.

Brian snapped, "I can't fucking do this!"

Justin sighed and sat on his calves. "Why not?"

Brian swung around, opened his eyes wide, and hissed, "Do you know what I was going to do?"

Justin shook his head.

"I was going to cum all over your face. That's what I do in this scenario. Do you want me to treat you like a fucking whore?"

Justin hesitated, but then stated softly, with a hint of amusement in his voice, "I can wipe cum off my face, Brian."

Brian kicked an empty bottle that was lying on the ground. It shattered when it came into contact with a nearby dumpster.

Justin shivered.

Brian replied impatiently, "But what it represents…how can I do that to someone I love?"

He remained silent for a moment, but then continued, "But I do much worse…"

Justin laughed. "If I'm not offended by a forced sodomy scene, why would I be offended by a rape scene?"

Brian accused, "You were afraid!"

Justin sighed. "I was not."

Brian shook his head and narrowed his eyes.

Justin exclaimed, "I really wasn't, Brian. It's called acting." He laughed and then added lightly, "Apparently I missed my calling."

Brian looked unconvinced. He closed his eyes. "It's fucked up how hard I get at the thought of engaging in that particular role playing scene…even more fucked up, imagining the scene with you in it gets me so close…I could rub up against something and cum buckets. What the fuck does that say about me? About us?"

"Nothing. Well nothing bad. I can easily understand how empowering such a scene must feel…I mean, after feeling so helpless so many times. And…doing that with me is probably more of a turn on because you've told yourself for two years that it would be wrong. Being naughty is always a turn on."

Brian shook his head violently and turned away. Then he shouted, "No! No! Frame it as prettily as you want, but this just shows that, deep down, I'm exactly like Jack. That I want to inflict the greatest possible hurt I can…violating someone who trusts me, someone who loves me. Someone who might not fight back even if he could, someone who thinks, in his fucked up head, that inflicting pain is the way I show him love, that submitting to me is the way to show me his. "

While Brian was talking, Justin had risen to his feet and approached him slowly. Now he lay his hand on Brian's shoulder, squeezing it gently. He half expected Brian to shake it off, but he didn't.

Justin whispered, "The difference is that you and I both know it's not real. You know you don't have to force me to suck your cock…you know I love it when you fuck me. That I even like it rough sometimes." Then he laughed. "More like often." After a pause, he said, "Brian, look at me."

Brian didn't move, so Justin swung around in front of Brian. He was shocked to see that his eyes were filled with unshed tears. Brian quickly looked down.

Justin lifted Brian's chin with a finger until their eyes met. He kissed Brian's lips tenderly and whispered, "It's just a game, Brian. You aren't hurting me. You could never hurt me." Justin chuckled. "Well…not physically."

Brian closed his eyes tight. "You don't know that. Even I don't know that."

Justin wrapped his arms around Brian and nuzzled his neck. He breathed, "I do know. I've never been more certain of anything."

Brian stood rigidly for a few minutes as Justin held him tight and nuzzled his neck.

Suddenly, Brian slid his arms around Justin's waist and buried his face in Justin's hair. He made no sounds, but Justin could tell he was crying because his body shook, and his breathing was uneven. Justin just held Brian tighter. After what seemed like a very long time, Brian's breathing evened out, and his body was still.

Justin pulled away, smiled brightly, and asked, "So…are you gonna push me up against a wall and rape me, or should I just go home and jerk off?"

Brian shook his head, but he smiled, too.