Date: Mon, 01 May 2017 22:31:20 +0000 From: Gingham Shade Subject: Take me, I'm yours: chapter 7 Chapter 7: I Dreamed a Dream A disclaimer: This story is fictional story. All characters were made up and any similarities are just coincidental. This is a gay romance between adults, it's my version of a dominant/sub relationship. So if that offends you, please discontinue reading. Also, if it is illegal for you to read such material in your country, you have been warned. I hope you're enjoying it and that the story draws you in wanting more. If you have any suggestions or concerns, do not hesitate to email me at ginghamshade@gmail.com. Every author loves a bit of fanmail so I would love to hear if you enjoyed the story! AND, if you enjoy the stories on www.nifty.org, please give a donation to help cover their expenses at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. While the site is currently free, donations only from loyal fans can help keep it that way. Any amount will help. Author's Note: This story is a spin-off from my first story: Fuck Me, I Love You. Go read it if you like this one! The next two chapters are the hardest two chapters I've had to write, and they involve a lot of story. I apologize if any of it is triggering or upsetting. I do not meant to glamorize anything about this chapter, though maybe the idea that we can fight our way past great calamity might encourage somebody. For anybody who thinks we need to hurry up and get back to sex, I agree! I didn't want to publish a chapter without providing something strong in the next chapter. But the consequence about writing about a traumatic experience is that we cannot just sweep it under the rug. I hope you enjoy this chapter and the next. Sex is returning to this story and I fully intend for there to be a lot of it. ------------------------------------------- "Where are you?!" Eric typed into his phone. He was alone at this house party, with nobody he knew. Eric was on edge. He had been to house parties like these before. People weren't here for dinner. Even without knowing any of his old companions there was a specific energy in the room which felt dangerous and enticing at the same time. Eric had learned about his addictive process: the rituals he engaged in, the environments he exposed himself to, knowing the risks and gambling on the fun. The cost was insidious: what began as a few nights of hot fun escalated until he couldn't imagine doing anything more than partying and drinking and having sex. The changes may have been obvious to others, but for Eric, they came on subtly and rapidly. It was hard to tell if he made those changes consciously to satiate his addiction or if the addiction had completely undermined him without consent. Of course, some people lie about the changes which happen to them. Eric had fought hard for his sobriety. It had not come smoothly or easily. In the five years he had spent in California, he had experienced relapses, he had attempted suicide, lost the love of his life, rediscovered himself, and fought hard for survival. And yet here he was because some faculty friend had told Rezen it would be a fun night out. Earlier in the day as Eric fumbled around with some appointments text came in: "2365 Poplar Ave. Meet you there at 8:30" Eric didn't recognize the number but the house looked beautiful and grand. It was practically an estate, with huge gardens and a gated entry. As a professional who was always looking to expand his professional network, Eric smelled a chance to work some magic. ------------------------------- It was 9 PM. Rezen had not arrived and Eric was growing increasingly anxious. The owner of the mansion was a handsome looking gentleman with thick hands and a warm shake. He had met Eric with a twinkle in his eyes, asking if Eric had come alone. No, Eric replied, he was here to meet a friend. "Who is this friend? Maybe I know this person and can find them for you?" Eric shook his head. No, his friend hadn't arrived yet. He was going to come any second now. "Can I get you a drink? I have some excellent wines in the cellar I've been saving for a special occasion." No, Eric smiled again, he didn't drink and was happy with his club soda. Eric gripped the cup in his hand tightly as he looked around. The house which had at first been filled with people was a bit quieter now. Some of the men had quietly walked off in pairs and groups, with hands gently rested on the small of each other's backs. They smiled at each other with knowing nods, some of them looking at Eric and trying to catch his attention with a come-hither look. Eric smiled, put a hand up in thank you, and focused on his phone. "Where are you?!! I think I should go." He typed. "Sorry, tied up in a meeting, I'm on my way! Did you see my friend? He was supposed to be there already." Eric had made a preliminary round to try and meet some people but quickly retreated to his corner as the evening wore on. Too many of them tried to come onto him. The usual signs were all there: a gentle touch on the arm; lowered voices; a smile. Some of them were bolder: what do you get into? Hey, you're really hot. Want to meet me in the restroom? A tap on the shoulder made Eric turn around. It was a young and attractive man with a wide smile. "Not your thing either eh?" Eric breathed a sigh of relief. "No... not really. I'm waiting for my friend. Did you come here alone too?" "Naw I have a couple of friends, but they headed to the back. You know.. can't be bothered to hook up at home, everybody wants to do it in a mansion." He rolled his eyes. "And you're not joining them?" Eric asked. "Maybe in a bit, but I wanted to meet the hot guy sitting here sipping on club soda all night. You sober?" "Yes!" Eric smiled. "2 years 10 months... going to celebrate 3 years clean and sober soon!" "Hey, that's cool!" The young man waved to an older man who had sauntered out shirtless and in a towel. "What's your name?" He asked. "My name's Eric." Eric took shook hands with the young man and then turned to shake the older man's hand as well. "Eric, you're in good company here. This is our first time at the house but I know everybody here is just out to have a good time." Eric eyed the young man warily. He took a sip of his club soda. "Yeah but I'm kind of not into those things anymore. I used to do house parties all the time. Kind of outgrown them now. Sorry to be a buzzkill, I'm just waiting for my friend." The older man nudged his shoulder a bit. "I don't know what kind of silly guy this friend of yours is, leaving a beautiful guy like you alone for this long?" He laughed, and Eric laughed with him. He did feel a little indignant, how dare Rezen leave him for a whole hour sitting alone in this house! The two men started speaking to each other and joking. The younger man was making lewd comments about some other hot ass he had seen around earlier. They laughed, and Eric didn't really like the way they were laughing. But he felt really tired. He had been waiting for a whole hour for Rezen to come and he wanted to go home. Eric reached for his phone one more time to see if Rezen had texted him by now. The phone felt really heavy and he was having trouble unlocking it. "Looking to see if your friend messaged you?" He heard. Eric nodded a yes and felt one of their hands pat his back. "What's his name? Maybe I know who he is." Eric turned to face the older man. The man had edged in incredibly close to Eric's face and was playing with the buttons on his shirt. He didn't like it. The man smelled of whiskey and cigarette ash. "Well...Rezzz..." He had trouble finishing the last syllable of Rezen's name. The two other men were laughing at him, joking about how stupid it would be for a man to be named Reeeezzzz. One of the men perked up. He told Eric he may have seen him go into the house with some of his friends. He offered to show Eric where they were if he would like. At this point, Eric was so confused he just said yes, and they gently lifted him off the chair and walked towards a bedroom. ----------------------------------- Wellington Rezen arrived at the house to see empty hall. He could hear loud noises from various doors in the house. He had known it was a sex party but had not expected to participate. Scanning the room he noticed Eric wasn't there. His friend who invited him hadn't been there either. "Excuse me," he patted some clearly inebriated stud on the shoulder. "Have you seen a young Latino man, about 30? 5'10"? Stubble?" The man had looked at him with a dazed expression before responding with a scowl: "Do you know how many young Latino men are in this fucking house?" Wellington tried to describe Eric with a few other descriptions, to no avail. Finally somebody came out of their drunken stupor to respond. "Hey, there was some guy sitting off in the corner for an hour, kept telling everybody he was waiting for his friend. Did you mean him?" Wellington couldn't be sure but he decided to give it a try. His other alternative was to knock on every fucking door in the house calling his name. "Oh yeah, then some guy walked him back to the room, you'll find him over there. Though...he's probably busy." Rezen didn't like the smirk on this man's face. Steeling himself, Rezen walked in the direction that man pointed, realizing that he could clearly hear the sounds of sex beyond the wall. As he crossed towards the threshold, Rezen could see Eric, naked and lying on his back on a large bed. He was being fucked by a young man. He was moaning and holding up his legs. Rezen felt his heart stop, and a bit of cold anger settled into his heart. He knew that Eric was a slut, knew that Eric wasn't interested in anything more than being pounded by some guy with a big dick. Well, it looked like he was getting what he wanted. Rezen looked down. A small tear dropped from his eye as he swallowed the bitter pill: he wasn't anything special to Eric. He was just some replaceable cock. Rezen felt his left hand tighten and grip, the trimmed nails of his fingers etching themselves into the skin of his palm. He was sick to his stomach. Part of him was turned on too. Maybe he would join the fuck, push the other guy out of the way and feed Eric his cock in brutal fashion. Give the boy the fuck he wanted and then leave the cumdump on the bed. He weighed his options. Suddenly he stopped. Something did not feel right. Eric was moaning but his voice was slurring. He was holding his legs up but his head would fall back and slam against the bed. The jagged movement of his neck was uncontrolled and manic as if he was struggling to maintain consciousness. Rezen realized he was crying. "Get away from him!!!" Rezen slammed into the room and shoved the man out of the way. Eric looked at him in fear, unable to make out in the shadowed room who had entered. He began to cry and squirm, unable to drag his body into a safe place, squealing and crying because he didn't know who was going to hurt him next. Rezen tried to wrap his arms around Eric but the young man pushed back and tried to bite him. "It's me, Eric! It's me! It's Rezen!" But Eric was too frightened to understand. He kept fighting and sobbing. The other young man had realized that shit was hitting the fan and grabbed a few things before running out the door. Rezen turned to try and pin him down but Eric was becoming incredibly frantic. Rezen had no choice but to attend to him first. Rezen felt helpless. He had no experience with these situations. Running to the light he flicked it on to try and calm Eric down. Eric saw him and started to hyperventilate, which threw Rezen into more of a panic. Grabbing his phone he started to dial 911 when Eric grabbed his arm and started to shake no. "Eric...I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Rezen wrapped his hands around Eric and wrapped him close to his chest. "I don't know what to do! I think we need to call the police!" Eric was still having difficulty forming words but he clutched at Rezen's arms and managed to convey a desperate no. Rezen nodded. He didn't know if he was making the right decision but he had to respect Eric's wishes. "I waited and waited and waited for you to come..." Eric's head was still rolling back, his neck still having considerable difficulty holding itself up. Rezen buttressed the head with his hand. Hot tears streamed down Rezen's face as he tried to keep himself from breaking down. He had no time to process the horrible and nasty thoughts he had thought about Eric coming in. He had no time to face the fact that he had just walked into a room to see somebody he deeply cared about being violated. He just desperately wanted to comfort Eric, and he had no idea how to do it. They sat for a few minutes, with Rezen rocking Eric in his arms, trying to understand what it meant to move forward. "Take me home..." Eric managed to rasp out between his tears. Wellington obeyed. ------------------------------------- To be continued...