Attraction

Attraction – part 4

When Bernard heard what happened, he couldn’t believe that. It seemed like a bad dream, he thought it’s a mistake. But he rushed to the surgery and realized that it was truth. He froze when he saw Durer in such state. His face was black and blue from the beating he’d got, and Bernard assumed the rest didn’t look better, even though he couldn’t see it

“Who have done this?” He asked worried.

“I dunno... uh...” Durer groaned from pain.

“Does it hurt a lot? Do you want me to do something for you?”

“I’ll be alright. Could be worse.”

“There should be an investigation to find bastards who did it.”

“No . . . ”

“What do you mean ‘no’, sir? Don’t you want them to be punished?”

“Just . . . leave it . . . ”

That really confused Bernard. Normally Durer wouldn’t let anyone get away with that. Something wasn’t right. He knew it. But he didn’t want to be a bother so he stopped talking about that. He stared at his boss, feeling uneasy. He wanted to help him, to do anything, but he had no idea what or how. He just stood beside his bed, with a sad look on his face.

Then he felt a light touch on his hand. Durer was looking at him, reaching his hand with his fingertips. It was very gentle, only a brush of skin, but for Bernard it felt amazing. He’d never got any affection from his boss, and now this little touch meant more to him then anything else. He gently held the hand which was touching him, and to his surprise Durer tightened the grip. It felt good to join hands like that.

“Can I . . . Can I see your wounds?” The guard whispered.

Durer nodded so Bernard undid the buttons of his shirt and exposed his body. His torso and stomach were covered with bruises and cuts. In one moment Bernard felt an incredible anger toward people who’d done this. He wanted to know why they’d hurt him so much, but he decided to forget about it right now. He bent down and kissed every single wound, one by one. Very lightly he traced his fingers over the injured skin. When he finished, he laid his head on his boss’ stomach. Very gently, not to hurt him. He felt the hand touching his hair, and his heart started beating faster.

“I love you, boss.” He said, his voice nearly shaking.

“You can call me by my name when no one is around.”

Bernard raised his head and looked at him. Durer was still touching his hair, looking very calm. Bernard gave him a peck in the lips and soon went back to his duties.


There were still a few days left until Durer would go back to work, but he felt better now. However the traces of abuse where still visible on his face. He saw them every time he looked in the mirror, and cursed his father for what he’d done. The day came when his father visited him in person and Durer really didn’t like that.

“I’m glad you recovered. I told them not to be too rough. It would be a pity to have you permanently damaged.”
“Thanks that you care so much.” Said Durer with obvious sarcasm. He wanted to hit his Dad. He wanted it badly, but tried to stay calm.

“So . . . did you learn something? Did you make up your mind?”

“Get out!”

“You’d better change your attitude or next time it won’t be only a beating. We’ll have some fun like in the old times.” Bollanet smiled like a devil.

Durer froze. Events which he really didn’t want to remember flashed before his eyes. He felt he’s sweating.

“Think about it. See you next time.” Bollanet waved him and left. It was getting worse, and Durer had no idea what to do.


“Please, love me.” Bernard embraced him from behind. They hadn’t had sex for quite a long time. Bernard had waited until his lover’s wounds healed. There were still some bruises left, but Bernard needed to feel him inside right now.

Durer turned and faced him. Then he kissed him. He quickly pushed him on the bed. They both had waited too long. Their hands started stripping each other, looking for the sensitive places, lips joined in a passionate kiss. Warm body against the other warm body, and it felt like heaven. From time to time their cocks touched, creating waves of pleasure. Durer’s skilled fingers examined every part of his lover’s body. Bernard couldn’t stop moaning. Being on top of Durer he traced his chest with his soft lips. He licked one nipple, lightly touching the other one. He moved his tongue in circles, from time to time closing his mouth over the nipple and sucking. From the noises Durer made, he could tell he liked it.

“Ride me!” Ordered Durer, his eyes full of lust.

“With pleasure.” Bernard rubbed his lover’s dick over his twitching entrance and lowered himself on it. “Ohhh!”

It penetrated him, stretching his anus to the point it hurt, but he liked this kind of pain. And when he moved his hips he started to feel more pleasure.

This time it was different. Not because of the position, which allowed Bernard to have more control. It felt different because they weren’t so rough this time. Probably because Durer still hurt in a few places, and he didn’t want to overdo it. But even though they liked it rough, this way they also enjoyed it. They could last longer and put more emotions into it. Bernard bent down to kiss his lover, while still riding his hard rod. Durer massaged his genitals bringing him closer to the edge. When the climax came, Bernard’s passage tightened even more, so Durer followed him, and came inside him.

“That was good.” The silver haired guard purred and cuddled to his lover, hoping he won’t push him away. And Durer didn’t, and he even put his arms around him. That way Bernard could sleep happier then ever.


When he woke up in the middle of the night, he noticed that Durer’s not beside him. The light was coming through the opened door. Bernard wanted to know what’s happening. He left the room and saw Durer sitting at the table, smoking cigarettes and drinking brandy. The blond watched the candle, looking lost in his thoughts.

“What’s wrong?” Bernard could plainly see that something’s bothering his lover.

“I couldn’t sleep.” Muttered Durer.

“Yeah, I can tell, but why? Do you have a problem with something?”
“I’m nor sure if you should know.”

“Oh come on, I have a right to know.”

Durer let out a heavy sigh. Telling the truth wouldn’t be easy, but maybe Bernard really should know.

“Sit down.” He said at last. “Have some brandy.”

“No, thanks.”

Although Bernard refused, Durer poured him a glass anyway.

“You will need it if you want to hear what I have to say. Cigarette?”

This time Bernard took the offer. He was getting nervous. Whatever Durer wanted to say it had to be something big.

“First of all I lied to you. I know who attacked me. They were soldiers hired by my father.”

“Your father?!” Bernard didn’t hide a shock. “Why would he do something like that?!”

“Because I disobeyed him.”

“I... don’t understand.”

„Do you remember when we drank wine with him? He collapsed.”

“He had a low alcohol tolerance, right?”

“Bullshit! I made up that lie. The wine was drugged. You were supposed to drink it, not him.”

Bernard’s eyes became big like saucers. He had an impression that the world had gone crazy.

“But I gave him it intentionally.” Explained Durer. “He wanted to drug you, and have his way with you.”

“You . . . you saved me?” The guard couldn’t believe that his boss took his side in such a brave manner.

“Do you think he gave up? No. He threatened me, and kicked my ass. And now he threats me even more. A few days ago . . . ” he had a sip of alcohol to make it easier “ . . . he said that we’ll have some fun like in the old times if I won’t give him what he wants.”

“What do you mean?”

“I didn’t tell you about my childhood, did I?” He asked, and Bernard shook his head. “So I will tell you, but you won’t tell anyone. Do you understand?” Bernard nodded, really scared now. “Good. Probably I should start from the very beginning.” He lightened the next cigarette. His voice was calm, but he looked uneasy. “When I was a kid, I lived outside the town. We had a beautiful house. My Grandfather built that house, he came from Munich so actually I’m in ¼ German, but . . . whatever, it’s not a point. We lived in that house. I spent the best and the worst years of my living there, but first about the best ones. My family was great that time. Dad was a kind, good person, and my Mother was a beautiful woman, always took care of me and my siblings, always was there when we needed her. Until it happened.” He made a pause.

“What happened?”

“When I was thirteen, she got pneumonia and died.”

“Oh . . . ” Bernard didn’t know what to say. It was so sad, but he knew that’s only a beginning, and there will be something worse.

“Everything changed back then, everything. Dad started drinking. I kinda understood him. He was depressed. I hoped he would overcome it eventually. And he drank less and less, but he wasn’t the same person anymore. I don’t know how to explain it, but he just changed. My siblings were older then me so they left home and went to school. I stayed at home with my father and a few servants. We were quite rich before the revolution so we could afford them. Life wasn’t so bad, I thought that everything will be alright again. But one day something got into my father . . . ” Durer paused for a shot of Brandy “ . . . and he fucked me.” He said it so simply it was hard to believe it, but he sounded honest. Maybe it was because of alcohol, or maybe it became something normal to him, but he didn’t seem traumatized. Like a person who already knew nothing can be changed.

“What?! He raped you?!” Bernard looked utterly shocked.

“Yes.” Durer answered and hiccuped.

“Did he do it more then once?”

“He was doing it regularly for three years until I left home and started working here.”

“That’s . . . gross. That’s horrible, disgusting! How someone could do it to his own child?!” Everything became clearer then ever. Now he knew why Durer had become such a person. You couldn’t be normal after something like that. It was impossible.

“Do you understand now? He threatened me that He would do it again. We’re in a big shit now.”

“We have to do something!”

“Like what?”

“If he wants me so badly . . . then I’ll do it. I’ll let him have me so he’ll leave us alone.”

“Don’t even think about it!” Durer raised his voice. “Do you think it’s so easy? That he’ll fuck you once and say ‘bye bye’? No! He’ll do it again and again, so you’ll become his fuck toy, and he’ll prove me how helpless I am. I won’t let him.”

“Why? Why do you care so much?” Bernard couldn’t believe that Durer is defending him. It was like a dream, even though the situation was awful. “Why do you care about me?”

“I wish I knew it myself.”

After a few minutes they finished Brandy and went to sleep.