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Chapter 15 Just Don't Tell Me That
Lance woke just before the alarm went off. He rolled over and saw he had a minute before it sounded. Quickly he reached over and turned it off. He didn't dare let it wake up Paul, his current boyfriend, if you could call him that.
Lance pulled the covers off and carefully got out of bed. He moved carefully for two reasons. He was sore from the bruises he received from Paul. And he dared not disturb Paul's sleep in case Paul would get violent again. Ever since Paul lost his apartment, he's been living with Lance. Lance was kind enough to let Paul move in and since then Paul has been violent. The beatings happen any time Paul gets upset, even over things Lance cannot control. And sex with Paul has been rough. He doesn't hesitate to hurt Lance. It only makes Paul more stimulated.
But no one suspects Paul's behavior. Paul is always going to the social appearances of the group, standing with his arm interlocked with Lance's, posing for pictures. Paul is so kind to everyone. Plus, with his large biceps and chiseled body, he is very intimidating. But the guys love him. And Lance doesn't dare tell anyone. He would get it bad. There have been moments Lance believed Paul would have killed him had he not stopped himself at the last moment.
Lance turned on the shower and let the warm water run over his body, relaxing his muscles, massaging gently his bruises. He thought of Eric, his true love, and tears flowed from his eyes like Niagara Falls.
"I tried to be strong, Eric. But I can't. I need you. Damn you! Why did you have to die?" Lance wiped his nose and washed himself off. He climbed out and dried off.
After pulling his robe on, he entered the bedroom and pulled out a pair of socks. He pulled them on and got up.
"Moving around an awful lot, aren't you, love?"
Lance turned to see Paul looking at him, glaring at him.
"Sorry," Lance apologized.
"Now, that didn't sound very sincere." Paul pulled the blankets away exposing his nude body. "Show me you are sorry."
"I will be more quiet."
"That's not how you show me."
"Then what?" Lance said a bit firmer than he intended.
"GET OVER HERE!" Paul yelled.
Lance hesitated at first. But after seeing Paul's face in the dim lighting, he knew he shouldn't push Paul. He walked over to Paul.
"What can I do to make it up to you?"
"I seem to have a problem here," Paul said looking between his legs.
Lance looked down and saw Paul's very large erect cock. 'Oh, great,' Lance thought. 'He wants a blowjob this early in the morning.'
"You want me to suck you?" Lance asked.
Paul smiled. He grabbed Lance quickly by the hair and pushed Lance's face down on his cock. "Open your mouth," he ordered.
Lance did what Paul said and Paul pushed Lance's open mouth down on his nine-inch dick. Lance swallowed as it hit the back of his throat. He knew Paul would force it down his throat, making him gag, if he didn't take it all. It was very uncomfortable, but Lance endured it so Paul wouldn't have an excuse to be more violent than he was.
Paul pumped his hips a few times. "Oh, shit. I have to piss." Lance started to pull off but Paul wouldn't let him. "I'm comfortable right where I am. You can swallow it. And no piss better come out of those beautiful lips of yours and spill on me, got it?"
Lance didn't answer. Tears were flowing out of the corners of his eyes.
Paul jerked hard on Lance's hair. "GOT IT?"
Lance nodded.
"That's a good boy. Here it comes." And Paul unleashed his urine that was stored in his bladder most of the night.
Lance was repulsed by what his "lover" was doing to him. The taste in his mouth disgusted him. Paul held him for a minute or two filling up Lance's stomach with his waste.
When Paul finished, he pumped his hips in and out of Lance's mouth. "I need a good cum, too." Paul lay there fucking his cock into Lance's mouth. "Here it comes. Swallow it, baby."
Paul unleashed his seed into Lance's mouth. "No cum better come out of those lips, either."
Lance sucked the rest up and went into the bathroom, where he brushed his teeth and gargled. He wanted to throw up but knew Paul would hurt him if he did. So he endured the nausea.
After brushing his teeth and gargling twice, Lance returned to the bedroom where he found Paul covered up and relaxing. Lance shook his head, wiped the tears he was getting used to crying, and got dressed. He walked down to the kitchen to get some juice. He remembered when he had Eric. Eric would make him breakfast and they would sit and talk. Now Lance does all he can to get out of the house as soon as possible and to stay out as late as he possibly can.
I awoke on Justin's couch. He was kind enough to let me stay at his apartment last night. He has wanted me to sleep in his bed saying it was really big and made him feel so tiny. I knew better. Justin was just trying to find a way for us to have sex. He's a big horn dog, plain and simple. I ended up surprising him by using my powers to pleasure him. I think I gave him the hardest and biggest orgasm he had ever had. It was amazing how my powers took over when my emotions were heightened.
I went to the shower and got cleaned up. When I came out, I pulled on the clothes that were Lance's. Lance had brought over a change of clothes in case he ever stayed over at Justin's, which turned out to be often. Justin and the guys found that strange since Lance had a new man in his life. Why would he want to stay at someone else's home if he had someone waiting for him? He never did that when I was with him. I shrugged it off and dressed.
I went to the kitchen to get something to eat. There was nothing but some cold pizza and hard lemonade. What was Justin thinking? He definitely needed someone to help take care of him, someone who could keep him in line and keep up with his sexual stamina. Probably the only beings that could do that were Slayers. I laughed at the prospect of Justin and Jessica together. That made a funny picture. She would definitely keep him in line.
I put some ice in a glass along with ice water and went to the balcony. The sun was just coming over the horizon. A new day was dawning. It was beautiful.
"God, be with Lance. Comfort his heart and make him happy. Please."
"What are you doing?" Justin asked.
I turned to see him standing as naked as a jaybird in the living room area. His hair was rumpled and his nipples and penis erect.
"You better take care of that. I don't think anyone wants to clean urine out of the carpet."
"You're right. I see you got the clothes. They fit nicely on you."
"Yeah."
Having Lance's clothes on made me feel like I was being hugged by him.
Justin went into the bathroom, relieved himself and showered. He came out with a towel wrapped around his damp body. "Are you going to be okay while I'm gone?"
"I'll be fine, Justin. I've been left alone before."
"Did you want me to tell the guys you are alive?"
"No!" I exclaimed. I took a deep breath. "I mean, no, thanks. I want Lance to be happy. If this guy can be all that Lance needs, he should have a firm relationship with him before I show up again."
Justin nodded and went in his bedroom to dress.
Lance pulled up at the studio. They were supposed to practice songs from their new album "Celebrity" which was released not too long ago. There were dance steps they had to get down before they toured for the new album.
Lance climbed out of the SUV. He looked at it and rubbed the hood. He didn't care about vehicles. His mind went to Eric, his soul mate, who used to drive the SUV all the time. He wiped a tear from his eye. A gurgle from his stomach brought him back to the moment. He took off running for the bathroom. He closed the stall and sat on the floor in front of the toilet. His stomach gurgled again and he let loose. His stomach emptied itself into the toilet. Lance gagged as the fluid hit the back of his throat and his tongue. He dry-heaved for several minutes. His mind focused on what his body was doing he didn't hear the door open up.
"Who is in here?" Chris asked. All he heard was the sound of someone gagging. He went over to the stall and pushed it open to see Lance on the floor. "Whoa! What happened? Late night with your new boyfriend?" Chris got a good look in the toilet as to what was coming out of Lance. "Oh...I'm...I'm sorry. What two people like to do in the bedroom is their own...I'm sorry."
Chris turned to leave. "I won't tell anybody..."
Lance's sobs stopped him. He turned and went back to Lance. "What's the matter?"
"He's..."
"What?" Chris knelt down and rubbed Lance's back. "You can tell me. What happened?"
"Paul. He did this to me."
"Well, yeah, I can see that."
"No. He's mean. He forced me to do this. I didn't want to but he did."
Chris's eyes widened when realization dawned on him.
The rest of the day was long and arduous. Chris and Lance had this secret but did not have time to tell their friends about it. They decided to tell the rest of the group after their last song.
As the guys lined up in position for the choreography, the music began to play. Lance followed the words and saw how much they fit what he and Paul's relationship was based on.
You like to be seen
At every party at the Playboy Mansion
Fun... sad
I know I gotta draw the line
You wanna be in the flashes of light
Holding me tight
With your phony laugh
I guess you gotta be photographed
You can say it's real
But I know where's it's at
Just don't tell me that
You are gonna love me
I don't wanna hear it, baby
You don't have to tell me that
It's gonna be your last lie
No baby, I won't go for that
Even if you did say
You were gonna be there
I don't want you back
'Cause it's not about love
Just don't tell me that
Lance remembered all the phoniness of Paul at the parties they attended. Paul would act all lovey-dovey to Lance in front of everyone making others believe he was meek and shy. He enjoyed using Lance's celebrity to be in the limelight.
You like to drive in my Jag
Spend... every dollar of my credit, baby
Guess
What... you hit me with your golden eye
I guess you wanna be part of the ride
Live for the night
But I've seen it through
I've had enough of being close to you
You can say it's real
But I know where it's at
Paul would spend Lance's money buying all kinds of things. He bought new clothes, a new stereo system, DVDs and CDs. He never even asked Lance for the money. He just took it.
Lance remembered the first time Eric had moved in. Eric asked if he could drive the SUV someplace. Lance thought it was crazy that he ask. Paul did not have the common courtesy to even ask.
No, no
It's not about love
No, no
You wanna be in the flashes of light
Holding me tight
Girl, it's all up to you
But whatever you do
I don't wanna hear it
You're not gonna love me
I won't go for that
It just won't happen
Even if you say
You were gonna be there
I don't want you back
'Cause it's not about love
Just don't tell me that
Lance knew Paul didn't love him. All Paul wanted was money and fame. If Paul loved Lance at all, he wouldn't hurt Lance one bit. But ever since Lance let Paul move in, the hurting started. The yelling, the violence, it all began after Lance let Paul into his home. Since then Paul has gotten such a hold on Lance emotionally, that Lance couldn't fight back no matter how angry he was.
The guys finished the number. The choreographer left the studio leaving the group along.
"Guys," Chris said. "We have a problem."
Moments later, the guys sat around a small coffee table. Lance sat in the middle of the couch with Joey and Chris on either side of him. JC sat in a chair and Justin stood leaning against the wall.
"How long has this been going on, Lance?" JC asked.
"For about two weeks. Ever since I invited Paul to live with me. He was so nice and sweet. I had no idea he was so violent.
"I guess I should have seen it, though. I should have known he didn't love me. The way he would act when we would go out. Several times he was stern when he would want to do something I didn't want to do. He didn't have the same compromising spirit as Eric."
Lance broke down and cried, his anger dissipating with his sadness and tears. The guys looked from one to another, the look in their eyes obvious. They wished they could do something to help Lance. Justin, however, was the only one not looking to the others.
"I need to get going. If I'm not home, Paul will come looking for me. And he won't be very nice," Lance said between sobs. "I wish I had Eric back."
Justin pulled away from the wall and ran out the door.
To Be Continued...
Wow! What horrible things Paul has put Lance through! Where do you think Justin is going? More to come!
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