Attraction

Attraction – part 2

The boss wanted to see him. Did he read his letter? Was he angry? Or maybe pleased? Many thoughts ran through Bernard’s mind when he was on his way to Durer’s room. He felt a bit scared, maybe he shouldn’t have written this letter, but it couldn’t be changed now.

He entered Durer’s chambers and saw him waiting. He couldn’t tell what kind of mood was he in, and his expression didn’t say anything.

Then Durer approached him and the guard shivered. He was a bit shorter then his boss so Durer took his chin in his fingers and makes Bernard look him straight into the eyes. The guard’s heart started beating faster. Durer was touching him, even though it was only his chin. His face was so close he could feel his breath. He felt his power.

“You sent me a letter?” Durer asked with a serious tone.

“Yes . . . sir.” The guard cleared his throat.

“And you said you love me?”

“Yes, sir.”

“What makes you think that?”

“Huh?”

“Why do you love me? Tell me!” It sounded like an order.

“Because . . . because . . . your power and authority impress me. I respect you, sir. And what’s more . . . you’re . . . very . . . hot.” The guard blushed saying the last part.

Durer smirked and released the man’s chin. However, he still watched him closely. It amazed him how the guard could be once embarrassed and once begging to be fucked.

“I like you.” Said Durer, obviously amused. “You have some balls, and you’re a pervert.”

Bernard wasn’t sure if he should consider the last thing a compliment, but everything was good as long as Durer liked him.

“Does it mean you’ll visit me tonight?” The guard asked with hope.

“No.” Durer’s reply brought a sad look on his face. “You can visit me instead.” And then the sad look was replaced with the happy one.


Darkness filled the room. Darkness and noises of love making. He could feel Durer deep inside him. The movements quick and forceful, didn’t give much time for thinking. But they didn’t need thinking right now. Durer took him rough again, his teeth sank into Bernard’s shoulder, while he was thrusting into him wildly. Bur Bernard didn’t mind being taken that way. He could feel Durer’s hand on his penis, rubbing him, bringing him closer to the completion.

“Ahhhhh . . . ” Bernard was moaning louder.

“Do you like pain?” Asked Durer, quickening his thrusts. Droplets of sweat were glistening on his forehead.

“Yes . . . a bit . . . ahhh . . . ”

“Do you like being controlled?”

“Sort of . . . ”

Bernard found those questions embarrassing, but quickly forgot about them. He wanted to come. He wanted it badly, and the rest didn’t matter right now. He wrapped his legs around his lover’s waist, pulling him closer, and pushing him in deeper. Even Durer groaned from pleasure. He changed the angle of hist thrusts so he could hit the same spot every time he pushed in.

“I’m . . . coming!” Bernard splashed the white semen between their joined bodies.

Durer grabbed his ass, plunged as deep as he could and shot his load. Then he laid down on his lover, his head leaning on Bernard’s chest. They both were exhausted.

Bernard liked the fact his lover used him as a pillow, so he touched his soft, blond hair.

“That was great! Really great.” Said the silver haired guard, and made a small pause to regain his breath. “I never felt so good with anyone before. I love you so much. You are so skilled. You already know all my sensitive areas, and we did it only two times so far. I wish I could spend the rest of my life with you. I know that you don’t love me, but do you like doing it with me at least?” he asked but didn’t receive an answer. Instead of that he heard snoring, and felt something wet on his chest. It was Durer drooling during sleep. Bernard found it very cute. He smiled and drifted to sleep as well.


When Bernard woke up very early in the morning, Durer was still sleeping with his head on his chest. The sight really moved him. He imagined that Durer loved him as well, and that’s why he wanted to be so close. But then he realized making hopes like that would be foolish and naive. Durer didn’t care how close they were, and he just had been very sleepy. But an opportunity to embrace his beloved was everything Bernard needed to be happy.

“I wonder what are you dreaming about.” Bernard gently moved his boss, so he didn’t lay on top of him anymore.

The guard thought about staying there until Durer will wake up, but he didn’t want any problems. His boss might don’t like it. And what if a prisoner would come to clean the room, and see them like that? He didn’t want to risk, so he kissed his lover’s lips gently, dressed himself and left.


They started doing it regularly. At first Durer didn’t give a damn about his lover’s feelings. He had sex with him, because it kept him entertained. Of course he still liked using prisoners as his fuck toys, but the guard was kind of bonus. And it added some spice to his sex life. He didn’t need him, but he also didn’t mind sleeping with him. He thought that sooner or later Bernard would realize that it’s only sex, and he will stop doing it eventually. But it didn’t happen. Every time they spent the night together he was telling Durer how much he loved him. That way, Durer became puzzled. Bernard knew about the stuff he did with prisoners. Once Durer even invited him for a session with Guys, because he was curious what his reaction would be. Bernard didn’t like it, Durer saw it in his eyes, but he watched everything calmly, and even joined when Durer told him to. It was amazing how far he could go for his beloved. Durer knew the proverb ‘love is blind’, but he’d never taken it so seriously. It seemed Bernard was really, deeply in love with him, and respected him, even if sometimes he didn’t approve his actions.

Durer thought about all those things while lying in the bed, smoking a cigarette, and staring at the ceiling. Bernard was lying beside him, with his head on his lap, happy as usual when they’re together, even though he didn’t get any affection. When they were lying like that something interrupted Durer’s thoughts. He heard the knocking to the door. He lazily put on his pants, not caring about the top, and came to the door, still smoking. He was sure it was Andre. He had told him that if he wanted to have a threesome again, he can drop by this time. But when he opened the door, he saw someone else. Someone he really didn’t like to see, especially in the moment like that.

“Dad . . . what are you doing here?” He asked dumbfounded.
“What kind of question is that? We were supposed to have a session with Vallewida, have you forgot?” Asked Bollanet, slightly annoyed.

“We did?”

“What’s wrong with you? Are you drunk or something?”

“No, I’m not.” Durer stayed calm, but he was cursing himself mentally. How could he forget? He had NEVER forgot. He felt so stupid right now.

“Sorry, dad. It’s because I had too much work recently.”

From the look on Bollanet’s face he could say he didn’t believe him.

“There’s a woman with you, isn’t it?”

“No, it’s not.” This time Durer said a truth, but it didn’t help him much.

“So why do you have a hickey on your shoulder?” Bollanet chuckled.

‘Crap!’ Thought Durer, when noticed a red spot on his skin.

Bollanet entered the bedroom and what he saw really surprised him.

“Huh?” Bernard was dressing in a hurry, and he also looked surprised. But in Bollanet’s case it turned into amusement. “It’s an honor to meet you, Monsieur Bollanet.” The silver haired guard saluted and blushed.

“And who would think we will meet in such circumstances?” Bollanet was smiling, what looked very creepy.

“I have to go back to my duties, Sir.” The guard saluted again and went out nervously.

“Why did you let him leave? I have a right to know something about your boyfriend.” Said Bollanet.

“He’s NOT my boyfriend!”

Durer knew his father was making fun of him.

“And I’m quite sure he’s also not just a subordinate.”

Durer couldn’t deny it since a hickey and the state of the bed would be difficult to explain.

“It was only a one-night stand, ok? So there’s no need to talk about it.” Durer wanted his father to just go away.

“You don’t have to be ashamed. I understand you. He’s cute, and has a nice ass from what I’ve seen. Bring him next time we’ll meet. I want to have a taste.” Bollanet licked his lips.

“Wait . . . you want to play with him?” Somehow Durer didn’t like the idea.

“Yeah, might be interesting.”

“And what if I say ‘no’?”

“Why would you refuse? We always share, and you’ve never complained.”

“Yeah, but . . . ” Now Durer had a problem. He didn’t know why, but he really didn’t want to share Bernard with his father “ . . . you won’t like it. He’s awful in bed.” It was a total lie, but he had to say something.

“But you look like someone who just had a good time. What’s the matter? Are you jealous? Does he mean so much for you?” Now Bollanet was teasing him.

“Of course not!” Durer nearly shouted. Bollanet pissed him.

“So what’s the problem?”

“Well . . . he’s a guard, not a prisoner, so if you force him he can tell someone, and it would cause you problems.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it. I know what to do. We’ll drug him so he won’t remember anything.”

It seemed Bollanet won.

“So what do you say?” He asked his Son again. Getting impatient.

“Fine. I’ll bring him.” Durer couldn’t hide the anger in his voice. He really didn’t like his father’s idea. Maybe becoming intimate with another guard was a mistake after all.