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“That choker looks good on you, Bernie.”
Ben had to fight the urge to point out that he hadn’t chosen to wear it. Greg already knew, anyway—he had been the one to pick it out.
They had gone on a few dates now, and none of them had been pleasant. Still, he wasn’t exactly in a position to refuse. It was enough to make him wish he was still being bullied by Stacey and the others instead.
Greg took him to a part of town he hadn’t seen before. There was grass growing from the cracks in the sidewalk, and everything looked just a little bit worn. There were no people around, which was a relief. Their last time out had been to the movies, and the theater had been packed. Ben had been terrified he would run into someone he knew, but he had gotten lucky. The way things were going, that wouldn't last.
They found a shadowy nook between two buildings, and Ben lifted his skirt. Better to get it over with, right? Greg chuckled.
“I appreciate your enthusiasm, but we’ll be doing something different today.”
Greg unbuckled his belt, and Ben felt his heart stop.
“No,” he blurted out. “No way.”
“Relax. You can just use your hands.”
He shook his head, and Greg pulled the flash drive and key from his pocket.
“What if I let you have one of these?”
He hated how excited he felt to hear that. He hated how easily he sank to his knees and did what he was told. And he hated the way Greg smirked down at him while he did it.
It was over quickly, at least. Ben felt an intense desire to wash his hands, and he looked around quickly to make sure nobody had come over to watch.
“The USB,” he said quietly.
“What?”
“I want the USB. You said I could have one.”
Greg’s smirk grew into a feral grin.
“I asked if that would change your mind. You never said yes. Stace did say you were no good with semantics.”
Ben could feel tears welling up in his eyes. He tried to fight it, knowing Greg would enjoy that even more, but he couldn’t. He just sat there feeling ashamed, then looked up in surprise as Greg snapped a picture of his crying face.

“Cheer up, Bernie. I’ll take you out to dinner first next time.”

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“That choker looks good on you, Bernie.”
Ben had to fight the urge to point out that he hadn’t chosen to wear it. Greg already knew, anyway—he had been the one to pick it out.
They had gone on a few dates now, and none of them had been pleasant. Still, he wasn’t exactly in a position to refuse. It was enough to make him wish he was still being bullied by Stacey and the others instead.
Greg took him to a part of town he hadn’t seen before. There was grass growing from the cracks in the sidewalk, and everything looked just a little bit worn. There were no people around, which was a relief. Their last time out had been to the movies, and the theater had been packed. Ben had been terrified he would run into someone he knew, but he had gotten lucky. The way things were going, that wouldn't last.
They found a shadowy nook between two buildings, and Ben lifted his skirt. Better to get it over with, right? Greg chuckled.
“I appreciate your enthusiasm, but we’ll be doing something different today.”
Greg unbuckled his belt, and Ben felt his heart stop.
“No,” he blurted out. “No way.”
“Relax. You can just use your hands.”
He shook his head, and Greg pulled the flash drive and key from his pocket.
“What if I let you have one of these?”
He hated how excited he felt to hear that. He hated how easily he sank to his knees and did what he was told. And he hated the way Greg smirked down at him while he did it.
It was over quickly, at least. Ben felt an intense desire to wash his hands, and he looked around quickly to make sure nobody had come over to watch.
“The USB,” he said quietly.
“What?”
“I want the USB. You said I could have one.”
Greg’s smirk grew into a feral grin.
“I asked if that would change your mind. You never said yes. Stace did say you were no good with semantics.”
Ben could feel tears welling up in his eyes. He tried to fight it, knowing Greg would enjoy that even more, but he couldn’t. He just sat there feeling ashamed, then looked up in surprise as Greg snapped a picture of his crying face.

“Cheer up, Bernie. I’ll take you out to dinner first next time.”