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| "Come in" he said. I opened the door and entered the room. There he sat, just a few steps away. His right foot put on a chair, bandaged with an air-cast. He looked at me when I closed the door and walked over to him. "Hi" I said. "Hi" he responded. Now his eyes looked straight ahead into nothing. I placed myself to the left side of him, still looking at his face. Silence filled the room. Finally he broke it. "So" he said "seems like you've heard of my injury." "Wasn't difficult." A pause followed. "And, Steve, what happened?" "Nothing spectacular, Tom, nothing spectacular. Fell down the stairs, twisted to the right, twisted to the left. Now I've got a broken ankle on both sides. And also some torn ligaments. Nothing of a great story." Silence filled the room again. We both knew what to come next. We both knew, but we both hesitated. "Just an air-cast?" I was still hesitating, and he knew. He knew, that this was not the point this all lead to. But he answered. He knew me well. "The swelling. They said, it's not swollen very much, but still could. And they have to operate. And since today is friday, they cannot do anything until monday. And I insisted to go home for the weekend." "In hospital you would have been safe." "I always pay my obligations." Yes, I knew he would. Whatever you can say about Steve, it is not, that he isn't loyal. His liability is something you can alway count on. Ever. Doesn't matter what circumstances may come. I took a deep breath "You know, why I am here. You know, what this is all about." "Of course." He still stared into nothing. "I always pay my obligations." *** When we were ten we first met at school. Over the years we'd become the best friends and so close, no brothers could be closer. When we got 14 we fell in love for each other. A year later, when we were on holiday together in a camp, we both took a chance to leave our group that was walking through the woods. We hid behind some bushes and let the other went apart. Then we walked our own ways. After a while our talk became serious. "Tom", he said, "what do you like most at me?" I didn't expect such a question. So I was stunned for a while. "I like your sense of humour" I finally said. Steve smiled. "Yes, and which part of my body?" Another question where I didn't get the point at first. "What do you mean?" "Well, I thought... well, maybe there's a part you are more attracted to than to others." Sometimes we had sex before. When we spent some time together, we both rubbed our dicks or we rubbed them each other. But that was all. And I could not imagine that he was pointing out to this, a thing we had done before hundreds of times.I decided to ask him his own question. "Is there in your case?" "Yes", he almost whispered, "your legs." Then he looked down at me, and so did I. I was wearing some shorts, so you could see every part of my hairless legs down to my ankle, where only some sports shoes covered my toes. "My legs?" Steve started to smile again. "I was attracted to legs since I can imagine. But that's not all." He whispered again. I became upset. Besides this point he was out to pass a line. This line departed me and my secret I hadn't told anyone. Not even Steve. "Do you really belive", he whispered right into my left ear, "I did not notice how you looked at Daniel last week, when he crossed your way, on crutches, his left foot casted? I know you better than anyone, man." "I don't know what you're talking about, Psycho." I returned. I was trying to look innocent, and I was feeling catched and unmasked, and I did not want to admit that he was right. "Hey, calm down, your secret is safe." "Oh, piss off, Steve, your crazy." He still smiled at me and his smile got even brighter. I did not know what to do, I felt uncomfortable. "Tom", he began again, "didn't you understand? We share this secret. Do you understand? We share it." "No, we don't. I don't. I don't know what you mean and I don't share a secret." I walked off, Steve followed me, but kept some steps behind me. We both kept silent. At least for some time. We came to a small river. I sat on a tree that was lying next to the shore. Steve took place next to me. I moved a bit afar. He didn't follow. He looked at the river. Minutes passed. "Did you ever wear a cast?" I ask him. "No, afraid not." He said. "Me either." "But sometimes I think about it." "To wear a cast?" "Yes", he said, "sometimes I think about wearing a cast." "Surely you can buy the materials somewhere." "No, Tom, no, it should be authentical." I looked at him. "Authentical? What do you mean? Do you want to break your arm or something?" "Why not. The pain is part of the game. I can bear it". I shook my head. "No", I said, "you can't." Steve looked at me with that serious glance in his eyes. I knew that he was more serious than ever. "What coward do you think I am? I said I can, and I will." "You never have broken anything. You don't know how much it will hurt." "Okay", he said, stood up, place himself right in front of me and looked deeply into my eyes. "Okay", he continued, "let's make a deal. A pact. Whenever I will break something, you can come and can do anything with me you like to do. And I mean anything. And I have to obey." I hesitated. "Well... I don't know...maybe..." "But", he interrupted me, "the same is for me to do in your case. One deal in two directions." He gave me his hand to shake. "I don't think, that I wanna do that. I don't think I am able to stand the pain." "So you are the coward here? You are the loser? The softie?" "No, but..." "So make the deal..." "But..." "Make the deal!" I took his hand and shook it. I felt a bit uncomfortable about this. After this, we both went back to the camp. We kept silence during this way. And we did not talk very much for the rest of the day. But the next morning, everything was like always. *** Half a year passed since this day and I even did not think about it, unitl that day, Steve and I rided on our bikes to the small hills near our homes. We often did that. From the top you could see very far over the forest and the small lake some miles away. And this place was very lonesome. Hardly anyone came up here. "How about a contest down the hill?" Steve asked. "Sure, why not?" We rolled to a small rock, our starting point. Steve counted. "Three - two - one - go" With full speed we flew down the hill. Bushes, sticks and trees passed almost with speed of light, the dust thrown up into the air by the cycles made this area untypical misty. Steve lead about two foot. I tried to accelerate. Suddenly a felt a bump, everything turned upside down and I hit the ground. "Tom" I heard Steve shout, "Tom, are you alright." "Yes" I moaned, still trying to put every piece of the puzzle together what recently happened. I lifted my head. Indeed everything seemed to be alright. I was lying on my back. I sat up. Steve was now besides me. "Tom, that was a bad crash. You are lucky that nothing happend." "Yes", I said carefully, "yes, I think I'm alright." And then I tried to stand up. The moment my right leg moved there was an incredible pain running through it. I fell down on my back. "Ouch! My leg. Damned, my leg. Oh, man, does that hurt." I reached out to it. The pain came directly from the middle of my lower leg. Tears rolled over my cheeks. I never felt any pain like this before. "Oh damned, I've broken my leg." "Let's take a look", Steve said. He grabbed my trouser to pull it to my knee. "Oooooh, Steve, don't touch it, stop it, ouch, aaaaaarrgh." Not regarding my cries he pulled up the trousers. But you could not see anything abnormal. The tibia was in it's right place, so maybe the fibula was bursted up. Steve pressed with two fingers at the side of my leg. "Is it there?" I thought, I would pass out, when he did that. I screamed out loud in pure agony. But I stopped crying. It hurt too much to cry. I was just screaming. Luckily, noone could hear us here. "Shhhht, calm down, everything will be alright", Steve said. "Nothing will be alright. Oh shit, help me, call help. Do something. Ooooooohhhh." Steve took place next to me and stared at my eyes. "What's up?" I shouted at him. "Call some help." "Hm." He just answered. He was considering about somthing. "What hm? Steve, it hurts so much, do something." "We have a pact, do you remeber?" For a moment I forgot my pain and just looked at him with a glance of horror. "You are kidding?" "A deal is a deal." "Steve, please, you cannot do that. Oh damned, my leg is broken." "A deal is a deal." He repeated. I could see that he was serious. He wasn't kidding. I had never seen such cold eyes before. "Steve, help me." I whimmered. He came to me, stroke my leg softly. "Steve" I whimmered again. But I knew I had no chance. I knew that he was serious. So I took all my strength and tried not to pass out. Steve stroke the leg another time. Then his warm lips came down and kissed the tibia right at the place the fibula was possibly broken. Then his right hand grabbed my ankle and his left hand grabbed my knee. He lifted my leg. "Oh shit! Shit! Shit! Ooooouuuuuuuuhh, damn, that hurts, that hurts, aaaaaahhh". The pain I felt spread all over my body. Steve lifted his right hand up to the middle of my lower leg. Then his thumb and the other embraced the part. And he pressed. I threw my head into my neck and screamed as loud as I could. More tears ran down my cheeks. For the first time of my life I really could see stars. I felt dizzyness and agony, pure agony. I didn't make any try to defend me. I couldn't. I was too weak for now. Steve pressed this part twice again. Then he let my leg fall down and hit the floor."Stand up", he commanded. I felt too sick to understand. "Stand up" he repeated with more strength. He embraced my chest with his arms and pulled me up. Again this pain filled my whole body. "Shit! Shit! Fuck you, son of a bitch." I shouted out. Steve wasn't impressed. "Now walk" he said. "I can't." "You can." "I can't". His arms dissolved the embracement and pushed me, so I should walk by this push, I made a step and broke down. My leg was twisting and finally I landed on my right leg with my butt. Before this, I thought the pain could not be worse. I was wrong. I screamed and then I passed out... When I woke up I was in hospital, my leg in a white cast, my mother right beside my bed. "Dear!" she said, "oh my darling, how do you feel." "Tired." "They gave you an infusion to ease the pain. It's a break of the fibula, but it will be alright in a few weeks, no severe damage." And Mom was right. After three weeks I could leave hospital. And after another four weeks the cast was removed. I hadn't seen Steve since the day of my accident. I think it was better this way. First, when I was in hospital, I thought I could forgive him, but time passed by and my thoughts always revolved round this day. And more and more I felt pure hate. And revenge... *** I still looked at Steve. My feelings of hate had become stronger and stronger. This was the day I waited for. This was my day of revenge. This was the day I could make Steve as much pain as he made me. "How did you find me?" Steve asked. "After four years?" "Well, I always kept an eye on you. I wouldn't have missed this day." "Sure." And after a while he said: "Let's begin." I kneeled down, took a short glance into his eyes. He seemed to be quite and calm. I carefully remove the air-cast. Now his ankle was free, somewhat swollen, but still beautiful. I hesitated once again. Besides my revenge I had a bad conscience. Could I really do this? Cause him all the pain he caused me? "What are you waiting for? Do it." "Maybe I don't want to..." "Still the little softie you've always been, eh? Still the fucking little coward.." Obviously he could not wait to begin. I took my hand a slightly moved it to the right outer side of his knee. Then I stroke his leg with three of my fingers down to his ankle. Finally I reached the swollen bone. I raised the pressure a bit. The next moment I could hear Steve moaning, but very softly and almost unhearable. His face revealed me the pain for a moment, but then he looked as meaningless as he did since I arrived. I stopped. "Was that all?" he asked me with an sarcastic undertone. I could see the bump between his legs. The swelling still got bigger. "Come on, coward, do it again." he urged me. "You are enjoying this..." I could not really believe it, but it seemed clear to me. He enjoyed this torture. He enjoyed the pain. "Come on!" he repeated with more strength. Little pearls of sweat were on his face. And he was hot. "No." "Do it. You have to. You have to revenge..." "No." "Coward." I didn't reply anything. "Lousy son of a bitch. Too cowardous, even now. Too soft and foolish. You are a loser and you have always been." I grabbed his ankle and twisted it as far to the left as I could. Steve screamed. "Oh, damned, shit, shit, shit, fuck you, lousy coward, lousy motherfucker." I twisted his foot to the other side. "Arrrrrrh! Shit, shit, is that all? Ohhh, is that all you can do." My cock was hard as it had never been. And I could see that Steve's was even harder. I took his arms and pulled him surprisingly off his chair. He fell down on the floor, his ankle clutching loudly on the ground. He screamed in agony, but besides, he still seemed to enjoy it. "Your are the greatest asshole I've ever seen" I insulted him, "I was in love with you. I trusted you." I rolled him to his front and I sat on his butt. He wasn't defending. He still made a noise that sounded like the mixture of a scream and a moan. I pulled his pants down. "What are you doing?" "I'm gonna fuck you in your asshole, you asshole." I rode on his back and pushed myself deeper and deeper. I tried to push as hard as I could. Then with my right foot I kicked his right ankle. This time Steve seemed to feel agnoy only. There wasn't any joy left in his voice. "Oh, shit, Tom, stop it, oooooh, that's too much, stop it, stop it." I kicked again. "Aaaaarrrrrrrgggghhhhh, I cannot bear it, stop it, stop it. Oh shit, shit, help me." I fucked him deeper and deeper, and then with a high explosion I came. I poured all my strength into him. I jumped up and with a last deep breath I landed right on his right ankle. This time his scream was the loudest ever. And he came with the same explosion I did. I moved off his ankle and lay down on my back besided him. Steve turned round. I did not know how long we both kept the silence. But I believe it must have been about half an hour, when Steve said. "I still love you. I always did." I believed him. And the most surprising fact to me was, that I knew it all the time. "Yes", I said softly, "yes, I know. I still love you too." |
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