Chapter 9

Hugging the shadows and fearing any movement he was going to be stopped by a policeman, Phil staggered home. He all but crawled up the stairs to the apartment. He was clutching his stomach in agony, and leaned on the door bell instead of struggling for his keys.

When the door opened, he fell sobbing into Dan's arms.

"Oh, Dan, forgive me! Please forgive me!"

"What the--? "

"Please, don't ask now. I-I'm going to be sick!"

Phil ran to the bathroom and retched, then sat down and emptied the bloody contents of his battered bowels.

Dan helped him to the bedroom and, as he administered first aid to the cuts, Phil sobbed out his explanation of the gang rape.

After listening silently, lips pressed firmly together in anger, Dan helped Phil stretch out on the bed then brought him a stiff drink and sat on the edge of the bed, helping hold the glass to his lips.

"We should call a doctor. Some of those cuts are nasty. And no telling what all their-what else may have-"

"Oh, God, Dan, please! Don't tell anybody. They said if I told anyone who they were, they'd come after me. And a doctor would insist on calling the police, wouldn't he? Then Kip might get into-"

"Damn Kip, he should have stayed with you. I can find a doctor who-"

"Please! I'll be all right. Promise me you won't call anybody."

Dan looked into his tear-filled eyes, at the bleeding mouth and battered body. Slowly he leaned forward and dabbed at the spilled liquor with his cloth.

"All right, but you stay in bed for several days, and be a little more careful who you run around with in the future. Never trust an actor," he added, a twinkle in his eye.

Phil fell back on the bed, his eyes closed.

"If-if I could just forget, if I just hadn't gone storming out of the apartment like I did," he whispered. "You don't know what it was like, having all of those . . . they didn't even try to be gentle. I really thought I was going to die, especially-especially when the last one.. . . "

Phil looked up at Dan, terror streaking his face.

"He even boasted how not many people could take it! God, it was awful, burning, tearing up my insides. I don't think I can ever do anything again without thinking of tonight. It was so dirty."

Dan gently took the glass from Phil's hand and then held him gently in his arms.

"Just try to sleep now. It'll ease the shock. This is something that takes time to forget, or at least for the painful memories to subside. I doubt if you'll ever forget completely. Remember one thing, Little One my love. I do love you, and what we do is out of love, not lust. There's a difference, a big difference."

Soon Phil fell into a troubled sleep, tossing and moaning as he relived those moments of torture. Finally he fell into a deeper more relaxing sleep.

He remained in bed for several days, even eating from a tray Dan brought. When he did get up to go to the toilet, he cried aloud as the burning pain overcame him.

Gradually he began to recover from the torture, and moved about the apartment and even ventured forth in the early evening to sit with Dan in the park across the street and listen to the vesper bells of the seminary.

It rained the following Friday, and both retired early to read and listen to records. Finally Phil closed his book and slowly sat up.

"Think I'll have a drink. like one?"

Dan smiled.

"Why not? It's Friday. We should be living it up like everyone else."

Phil quickly prepared the drinks, then sat down on the edge of Dan's bed. Dan's hand crept out and gently grasped the one resting on the edge of the bed.

"Why anyone would want to hurt you, I don't understand."

'They just wanted a good sex orgy with something new and young and pretty, I guess," Phil said, a sly smile playing around the lips.

"Well, they'll just have to pick on somebody else in the future. You're my private property and I don't want anybody roughing you up. So be careful, hear?"

"Yes, master."

They sat in silent, pleasant togetherness, holding hands. Then Phil leaned over and gently kissed

Dan.

"You've been great this past week. I'm afraid somebody else wouldn't have taken me back after-"

"I'm just too kind, I guess," Dan replied, making room on the bed for Phil to lie down. "Or maybe I'm too selfish to let a pretty young.thing like you get away. You must admit you've learned how to love up a storm, even if you didn't give a good demonstration of your love-making ability that night with those animals."

He pulled Phil close and they kissed. Dan's hands slipped beneath the boy's loose-fitting shirt and stroked his back gently.

Phil's hands fumbled with Dan's buckle, then slipped beneath to fondle his stiffening cock.

"Won't it hurt?" Dan whispered'as Phil made it clear what he wanted.

"Not with you," he whispered. "I've wanted to feel your beautiful cock in me since I came home. I know you'll be gentle."

He kissed Dan, then his lips moved down over his neck and chest and heaving stomach, and finally to his throbbing cock. He sucked the cock deep into his throat, his tongue tantalizing the tip, and soon the weapon glistened with spit.

Phil turned and straddled Dan, one hand guiding the awesome manfuck weapon to the hidden anal cave of cock desire.

He flinched as the tip of Dan's dick pushed against the still sensitive cock opening, but determinedly he lowered himself until Dan's cock slipped inside his asshole and slowly moved up the shit tunnel until he felt it buried completely in his ass.

Slowly Phil lifted his body, then dropped down to engulf Dan's cock again. Dan also began thrusting his hips up, at the same time his fingers grasping the boy's nipples and pinching them until they stood up firm and hard.

Phil leaned forward and they kissed as Dan continued to drive his huge hard cock deep into the boy's battered asshole.

Suddenly he moaned and spilled his love offering deep within the tunnel, gallons of mancum. They fell over on their sides, Dan's cock still impaled in Phil's cum-rich asshole.

For some time they shared each other's lips as they came down from the summit of ecstasy.

For some reason the memory of that terrible torture came back to Phil and he shuddered. Then he remembered a comment Kip had made earlier that fateful evening: "Sartain has certainly had his eye on you."

He wondered if Dan has noticed as Kip had. He had said nothing, and Phil was reluctant to mention it.

Perhaps, he thought instead, this was an opportunity to be pursued. Sartain could be consulted concerning some sort of job. Certainly Dan could not complain if the producer offered to help, and he need not know until the effort had been made. He was even willing to go to bed with Sartain if necessary, as long as it lead to some sort of work.

He could not bear to think of returning to the theater and sitting around restlessly all day as others worked. Now that Sartain had brought in a director and was devoting his time to another theater project that had come up unexpectedly, he would be in his office. There Phil could approach him with his proposal, perhaps even submit to his advances.