Page 26 of The Boy from Half Moon

I felt powerful and free as I played my role, but I’d need to prove to him I was serious. The main issue? I had no clue how to convince him I knew what I was doing. It should be obvious to him that my experience was limited to the many assaults I’d endured at his hands.

I’d traveled before to other worlds, using my mind many times, when with Franklin. How else to escape the reality of a true monster here on earth? If I’d shifted my mental presence before, I could do it again. Now was the time to travel. Move to a different place. A place where the me here didn’t exist.

My mind shifted to Tate. I fixated on the feelings I had when he was near me. A man who’d captured my breath. My body ached in a way I’d never felt before. Tate made me feel like my insides could explode. There was something about the man that made me want to hold him, to explore him.

I visualized Tate’s mouth and the undiscovered need to press mine on his. My body responded immediately as I tricked it into thinking Franklin was my focus. There were no road maps, lessons, or experiences I could follow to express my desire for Tate, but my body woke up whenever I focused on him. Now was the time to concentrate.

I pushed down on the waistband of my boxers. An inch at a time, and then paused for Franklin’s response. He was frozen in place in anticipation. I tensed up and my erection flexed beneath the thin material. Moving one hand from the waistband, I outlined my penis with my free hand, making sure Franklin saw my action. My behavior was beyond immoral based on his teachings, yet here I stood.

Franklin wiped his perspiring forehead with the back of his hand. He was a big and disgusting man who had forced me to do unspeakable things with him. It was my turn now. Every fiber of my being was afraid to proceed, fear piling up as it warned my senses to back away from this terrible mistake. But I wanted something even more than fear could tame.

He moved closer, nervously moving his eyes from my privates to my face. Less than a foot of space remained between us. I pushed the boxers to the lowest place I could without revealing everything.

“Is that a yes, Father?” I asked, slowly nodding my head, convincing him to give in to my request. “Is this what you want?”

Franklin gasped when I dropped my boxers to the floor and stepped out of them, standing with my legs further apart, and posing as my penis shot out straight in front of me. I kept my fantasy on Tate, but my words were for him.

“Who’s been teaching you these things, boy?” he huffed, touching himself as he practically slobbered. “Your temptation is a sin and you deserve severe punishment.”

His words sounded like the Franklin I knew, but his body language had changed. This edition of our dear leader desired something very badly. That something was me.

“There will be no punishment for me today, Father, so say yes.”

He refocused on me. There was a flash of his old self there for just a moment as he tested my resolve. I shifted my stance, pushing my hips forward and jutting my penis toward him.

“This is wickedness, boy,” he hissed, spraying saliva in the air. “What you are doing to me is a grave and deadly sin.”

“Forgive me then, Father. Forgive yourself and say yes to my request.”

The tone in my voice was causing him great distress. He was sweating nonstop, swiping at his face, his eyes darting every which way. He was a child fighting the temptation of candy from a stranger. For probably the first time in his life, he desired something, no matter the cost to his position.

“I still call the shots, boy. I am the infallible leader,” he murmured.

“Do you want this?” I asked, gripping my testicles and waving my erection toward him. He slowly nodded up and down as he sank to his knees in front of me.

“Yes!” he gasped, leaning forward, mouth open.

I placed a hand on his forehead and stopped him from reaching my penis. My knees were locked so as not to give away the fear racing through my body. What was I doing? Who was I?

“Are we in agreement?” I asked, making sure he understood.

“Yes! For fuck’s sake! You can work full time in Bend,” he gasped, his voice sounding like he was in pain, desperate for relief.

My hand fell to my side as Franklin took my penis in his mouth. I closed my eyes and thought of Tate. We were kissing, and he was caressing my chest and smiling at me. “I love you, Luke.”

The monster was there like he always was, but he wasn’t taunting me. Not this time.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN: Tate

“You’re gonna have to thank him sooner or later,” Tyler said, setting the seventh bouquet on the credenza in my office. He toyed with the small envelope attached to a plastic stick in the arrangement. “Swanson’s again,” he muttered. “The priciest in town, boss.”

Ten days had passed, and Alec had not visited my office a single time. Fortunately for me, his office was the penthouse of the fifteen-story office building, so it wasn’t like we’d run into each other often. I was below that where the attorneys with privileges were housed in private offices. Truthfully, I’d enjoyed the distance, and him not dropping by, or constantly calling.

“He’s a bit over the top,” I said.

“True,” Tyler agreed, leaning in to smell today’s fragrant bouquet. “But he is persistent, and I like that in a man.”

I stood and made my way to Tyler. “Good, then you hook up with him,” I said, grabbing the card before Tyler gave into his suspicious mind and read it.

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