Attraction

Attraction – part 5

When Bernard stood outside a huge mansion, he already felt very nervous. As he expected a lackey opened.

“I would like to speak with Monsieur Bollanet.” Said the silver haired man.

“First I have to know who you are, sir.”

“Tell your master that I’m a friend of his son.”

“Very well, sir.” The lackey was very polite, but he looked quite suspicious. He let Bernard get inside, but he left him in the hall and went to find his master. He came back alone. “My master said he will speak with you. Please, come with me.”

The servant guided him to the room where Bollanet awaited him and closes the door behind them so Bernard and Bollanet could speak in private.

“We met already. Cigarette?” Offered Bollanet.

“No, thank you. I came here for a very important reason.” Bernard looked very serious and there was a glimpse of anger in his eyes.

“What is it?”

“I know everything. I know that you hurt Durer.”

“Oh my, he has to really like you if he told you that.” Said Bollanet with amusement. His calmness made Bernard even angrier.

“It’s not only about last events. He told me about rape, about humiliation. How could you? With your own child? That’s disgusting.”

“You came here only to tell me that?”

“No, I came here to make a deal.”

Bollanet raised one eyebrow. It was getting interesting.

“What kind of deal?” He asked.

“I know what you want, and I can give you that.” After saying that Bernard saw a grin on Bollanet’s face. “But on one condition. You won’t hurt Durer ever again.”

“That’s the spirit. I like you. Your love to my son amazes me. You’re special, that’s for sure. However, I also have one condition. I’ll leave you alone, and won’t lay a hand on my son, I promise. But only if you promise me to break up with him.”

“What?” Bernard tensed up. He hadn’t expected he would have to make such a hard decision. “But why? Why do you want me to leave him?”

“Because now you’re more important to him then me. You made him weak.”

“That’s . . . not true.”

“Give me an answer, are you in, or are you out?”
Bernard bit his lip. That was not fair. How could he give up his beloved? But on the other hand how could he let him suffer? An idea came to his mind. He could still meet with him. Bollanet didn’t have to know, right? He didn’t have to know.

“I agree.” He said at last, with anger in his voice.

“You’re a sensible person.” Bollanet licked his lips. “Undress. I want to see if it was worth it.”

Bernard blushed. He didn’t want to do this, but after all he had to finish what he had started. So he undid the buttons of his shirt, took off his pants, and did the same with the top. When it came to underwear, he hesitated, but took it off as well, eventually. Bollanet walked around him, taking good looks. It was humiliating for Bernard, but the “fun” only started.

“Get on the sofa and raise your ass!”

Bernard did as he was told. He knelt on the sofa, leaning on his arms, his butt exposed. Bollanet parted his ass-cheeks so he could see his small entrance.

“Nice.” He grinned and pushed one finger inside. “For a person who does it often you’re very tight.” He moved his finger inside him, like a doctor examining a patient.

A horrible feeling overtook Bernard. He clenched his teeth. It didn’t hurt, but the knowledge that some fat, ugly guy did it made him sick. He wanted it to be over soon.

“I will enjoy it, that’s for sure.” Bollanet’s eyes were full of lust. Too bad Bernard didn’t feel the same way.


Usually when Bollanet visited the prison he met with Durer, and he didn’t do it very often anyway. But this time he wanted to see Andre which made a young guard very confused. He didn’t know what such an important person would want from him.

“You spend most of your time here, so probably you know a lot.” Bollanet started the conversation.

“I’m well informed, sir.”

“There’s a guard named Bernard. I heard he has good relations with my son, is it true?”

Andre felt uneasy talking about it.

“I... don’t know, sir. It seems they’re friends.”

“Friends, you say? I have a request. Keep an eye on them and inform me about their actions.”

“I’m not sure if I can. Spying seems wrong.”

“You’re a good guard, and of course you will be rewarded. It should be enough for an earnest.” To his total surprise Bollanet handed him a sack of golden coins. “You’ll get more later if you’ll do your work.”

“Thank you, sir. I’ll do my best.”


That day Bernard tried to avoid Durer. Of course, he still wanted to be with him, but he couldn’t look him into the eyes after what he had done with Bollanet. He needed time. He shivered remembering those filthy hands touching him (and not only hands). He couldn’t tell Durer. If he knew, he would get furious. He couldn’t tell anyone. He had to live with this horrible memory, reserved only for himself.
“Come with me!” He heard his boss ordering him. He gulped.

‘It will be OK.’ He told himself and went.

They entered Durer’s chambers, and when he closed the door Durer pinned him to the wall and kissed him in the lips. He did it with so much passion that probably he had been kissing deprived for the whole day. He pushed his tongue as deep as possible, and Bernard felt like he would melt any second.

“You were awfully silent today.” Said Durer, his face inches from his lover’s.

“I’m sorry. I felt tired.”

“Because you rarely leave this place. I have an idea.” Durer released him. “Lets go somewhere together.”

“You mean . . . like a date?” Bernard blushed.

Hearing what he had said Durer started laughing.

“Does one of us look like a girl?” He asked, still laughing. “I just want some entertainment outside this prison. And I consider you an only person who I’d like to accompany me.”

“I feel honored.”

“Do you like cabaret?”

“Yeah, kinda.”

“So lets go for a show tomorrow.”

At first the proposition made Bernard very happy. Durer started treating him like a partner, but then he realized something.

“I’m not sure if it’s a good idea.” He frowned. “We should keep this relationship in secret.”

“What the hell are you talking about? It’s just a normal meeting. No one would even suspect us.”

“Yeah, but . . . ” He couldn’t tell the truth.

“So you don’t like my proposition?” Durer looked very displeased.

“It’s not like that.”

“Oh, really? Maybe you don’t like when I’m trying to be nice. Maybe you prefer being treated like a whore?”

Bernard bit his lip. He didn’t want it to turn like that, but there was nothing he could do. Fortunately Durer noticed his uneasiness and softened up.

“There’s something you don’t tell me. Something’s wrong, am I right?” He asked in much calmer voice.

“That’s . . . ”

“Tell me.”

‘I can’t.’ Bernard thought. But he couldn’t stay silent.

“I’m afraid that your father will do something horrible.” Actually it wasn’t a lie.

“Don’t worry. He won’t find us. He’s too snobbish to go to a place like that. And now I am his target anyway, not you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok. I’ll go with you.” Bernard smiled. Maybe he really worried too much?


They started drinking during the show, because people coming there with alcohol was something common. However, the party didn’t finish there. They went to the tavern afterwards and drank more. Bernard knew when to stop, but Durer didn’t. As a result Bernard had to carry him on his back when he decides it’s time to go home.

“I told you to stop, but you didn’t listen, dammit.” Bernard complained, reaching the door. “Wait here. I’ll open.” He put Durer on the floor and looked for keys. “Not this, not this. Oh, it’s the proper one . . . Hey, where are you going?” He realized that Durer stood up and stumbled through the corridor. “Wait!” He caught him by the arm.

“I... have to . . . pee . . . ” Durer mumbled.

“But not here . . . Oh, shit.” It was already too late, because he did it anyway.

“What’s going on?” Andre, who was working night-shift, approached them.

“He’s drunk. Please, don’t pay attention.” Bernard felt very stupid. He tried to drag Durer with him.

“I... wanna . . . lick your butthole . . . ” The head guard leaned on Bernard’s shoulder and pinched his ass, making him blush. Andre looked perplexed.

“Stop it!” Bernard took Durer to his room at last. He laid him on the bed and started undressing him, but Durer grabbed him by his shirt and kissed him.

“You’re . . . beautiful . . . I love you.” He said and hiccuped.

Bernard felt his heart beating faster. He really wanted to hear those words, but how true they were? They could mean nothing. The person who said them didn’t think clearly.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re drunk.” He finished undressing him. “Tomorrow you won’t even remember. But I will love you anyway.” He kissed him and went to his own room.