Bryce
When Techno said I should be Ben's slave, I knew I was setting myself up for disaster. My worst fears would be that Ben would think up tasks that would humiliate or infuriate me.
However, that wasn't the case. Ben knew I was convinced by Techno that I was going to be his slave until the life debt was repaid. But he didn't abuse the situation. He didn't even ask for much except to play games with him, get him food, or watch a movie with him.
The whole time I was keeping my guard up to make sure he didn't try to abuse his power over me. One night, I felt his presence while I was asleep. I felt he was there standing by my bed, leaning over me. I was ready to attack him the moment his lips touched me anywhere on my body. But that never happened.
"Sweet dreams, Bryce." I heard him whisper.
I opened my eyes as he went to his bed. It was then I saw something in my peripheral vision. Hanging on the headboard of my bed was a dreamcatcher.
That didn't help with my weird dreams though. It was like in the beginning where Ben would pin me to the floor or against the wall, only now I wasn't fighting him.
And it didn't stop there. I realized I was becoming a bit more considerate of him. On his late nights, I would pick up food without him asking or even thinking about food.
But the worst part was whenever I watched porn, I would lose interest in it because my mind would go back to him. Why was this happening? Why was my mind constantly coming back to him? He must be doing something to me if I'm constantly thinking about him.
"I hate him," I keep telling myself, "He's a disgusting gay pervert." I kept trying to remind myself that he's my enemy.
He's been nothing but nice to you, and you owe him. My mind is conflicting and it's starting to annoy me. I must get out of this debt and fast.
Ben
It was pretty nice of Techno to convince Bryce to become my slave, although I didn't want to force him to do anything. I just stuck with small favors like food or spending some time with him. I took advantage of spending time with Bryce that even Lee was starting to feel neglected.
One night, I decided to treat Bryce for a change and brought his favorite burger and fries along with something for me. I walked into the dorm and saw him studying. He lifted his head and went back to studying.
I knocked on the wall beside his desk and he didn't acknowledge me. I knocked a second time and he threw his pillow at me, which I caught.
"What's wrong with you today?" I asked. He just glared at me. I hugged his pillow tightly as if it were a stuffed animal.
"Give me back my pillow, you creep." he said as he tried to snatch it away from me, but I moved away from him, smiling as I had him right where I wanted him. "What are you smiling at?"
"It's my face," I told him, "I can smile if I want to."
"You're begging for an ass kicking." he muttered.
I raised the bag of food I brought home, "Come, let's eat."
"Look," he said, "I know what you're doing, but it's not going to work. Trying to lure me in with food."
I laughed and shook my head as I laid the bag on the table.
Bryce
I won't fall for his trap, trying to butter me up so he can trap me like some animal being hunted.
"Don't be ridiculous," he said as he opened a bottle of Dr Pepper, "I don't need food to lure a guy in."
He proceeded to drink his bottle of soda and for some reason, my eyes were drawn to his mouth as he gulped sip after sip from the bottle. Suddenly I felt a knot in my stomach and my heart started beating a bit faster. But what freaked me out more was that a certain part of me was stirring to life. I started to fidget nervously while trying to figure out why I was getting turned on by it.
He must've noticed what was happening to me cause he looked at me with those seductive brown eyes and licked his lips. "I won't fall for your sweet talk either."
"Talking isn't the only thing I'm good at." He said in a tone like he was trying to eat me.
"Whatever," I answered back, "I'm taking a shower." I grabbed my night clothes and towel and hastily ran to the bathroom. If I stayed there any longer, he would've noticed that I was getting hard. And that is the last thing I need.
I took my shower and tried to think of girls but no matter what, my mind still went back to him. I couldn't even finish in the shower and it was pissing me off.
I had turned the water off and dried myself, sadly I was still aroused and couldn't do anything about it. I grabbed my clothes and noticed something was missing. My boxers. The door was locked so I know Ben didn't come in and take them. I must've dropped them while I was rushing to get away from him. I wrapped my towel around my waist and opened the door to find Ben smiling and holding my boxers.
"You dropped these." he said.
"Give them to me," I told him as I tried to yank them from his hand but he kept them away. "I'm not playing Ben. Give them back."
My towel fell and I was standing there completely naked and evidently aroused. And he noticed it.
"Shit!" I said as I tried to reach for my towel but Ben pushed me back gently against the wall. "What are you doing?"
"Helping you out with that," he said, referencing my hardening erection. He took his shirt off and I was cornered. He planted a kiss on my lips. The first time I wanted to kill him, this time I didn't want him to stop.
I pushed him off me and said, "Let me go, Ben." But he didn't stop. He started kissing my neck, moving lower. Down my chest and stomach. It was like that song said, My mind was telling me no, but my body was screaming yes. Last time Ben was this close to me I was in a full blown panic, but now I felt like this was right, natural even.
I didn't stop him, nor did I want to. He finally made his way down there and took my hard cock into his mouth. I have had girls give me head before but with Ben it felt better. His lips and tongue gliding up and down my shaft felt so good I was moaning pretty loud. My knees were getting weak, I had to brace myself against the wall so I didn't fall down. Ben kept taking me in his mouth and he was going faster, deeper. Bringing me closer and closer to the brink until I couldn't take it anymore. I finally was given that sweet release I was needing and I never experienced it with every girl I have been with. Ben swallowed every drop of it and I was on cloud nine.
Ben stood up after he was done and looked me in the eye, "I told you, talking isn't the only thing I'm good at." He said it with a smug look on his face.
I was reeling from the experience for a few more seconds until I came to my senses. I pushed him away and said, "Asshole," I grabbed my towel and threw it at him, "Wash that for me."
I put on my boxers and left the bathroom and closed the door. "Shit," I said, realizing I just had sex with a guy, "This is bad. C'mon Bryce, you hate him, he disgusts you." I kept telling myself but somehow, I started to feel that it wasn't true. Not anymore.
Ben tried to open the door but I grabbed the knob and held it shut. "Bryce," he called out, "Open the door."
I couldn't face him, not now after what just happened. I let go and ran to my bed to hide under the covers. I felt Ben approach the bed. Even though I couldn't see him, I knew he was smiling. I felt him get close and he whispered in my ear.
"Sweet dreams, Bryce. Hope it was good for you as it was for me."
I elbowed him in the ribs and turned to face him, "Don't mess with me anymore," I warned him, "Or next time it won't be an elbow to the ribs."
Ben just laughed and replied, "Well then don't come begging for another go then."
"Fuck you!" was all I could say to him.
He went back to the bathroom to take a shower and the whole time he was there, I kept thinking about what we just did. I never felt as good with just getting head from anyone else as I did with Ben. As much as my mind was trying to convince me that I hate him and want nothing to do with him, another part of me was wanting it again.
What the hell is wrong with me? I kept asking myself that over and over again. I'm not gay nor am I attracted to men, but Ben somehow was the mysterious exception and I could never find out why.
Maybe I allowed it to happen because I'm indebted to him. Or maybe because I missed the friendship we had before I found out he was gay. Whatever the case was, I found myself wanting to be closer to Ben while at the same time wanting to be as far away from him as possible.
This whole life debt would be the death of me, one way or another and I found myself wanting out of it. No matter what the cost was.