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Jake closed his eyes. He was a failure. What happened to all that training Benjamin gave him? That's when he heard the clicking sound and opened his eyes to a hunting knife in Steve's hand. The blade gleamed in the light and its pointed end twisted a promise of death.

Steve hissed.  His eyes wide and crazed with fury, spittle foamed at the edges of his mouth. "I'm going to end this right here, right now."

"Dude," one of his friends said. "Don't. Not here. Think about it man."

Steve turned to respond to his friend, loosening his grip long enough for Jake to roll away and crawl out of the fraternity’s Great Dane mascot’s doggy door.  They grabbed at Jake’s shoe, but he slipped away. For once, he was glad that he was small for his age or he would never have gotten out of there. Steve was rarely in school and got away with missing his classes because of his dad’s powerful connections. But still not knowing whenever he might appear again, made Jake panic. He ran for dear life until he could run no more and the image of Steve's face burned into his mind.  Steve wouldn't rest until he was dead.

CHAPTER 13

"What do you mean, 'you quit'?" Benjamin asked, restrapping his weight gloves.

"You heard me, this whole fighting thing was a bad idea." He was a failure and was angry with himself, angry with Benjamin for even giving him the idea that he might have a shot. They stood in the middle of the gym again. Everything looked so big and professional and it just reminded Jake that he didn't belong here. He didn't belong anywhere. He wasn’t a fighter. Why was he kidding himself?

"What happened?" Benjamin asked, putting his hands on his hips.

"Doesn't matter. It just is. I never should have done it in the first place. Look at me. A fighter? A vanilla wafer weighs more than me.  I hate the sight of blood. I've lost the only fights I've ever been in. Just forget it. Thank you for everything, but I quit."

Jake turned to leave, walking away when Benjamin called after him. "You didn't answer the question. What happened?" Jake didn't answer at first so Benjamin strode after him and grabbed his shoulder, pulling him around. Jake was surprised to see genuine concern in Benjamin's eyes.

Jake sighed long enough to tell him. "Steve. Steve happened. The fucker ... I'm just so sick of being picked on. I'm not going back to campus either. Maybe I'm not meant to be a college student."

"That the one that fucked up your face? Fucked up your friend, too?" Benjamin asked him, stepping closer. His fists clenched into tight balls.

Jake stared at the floor. Benjamin lifted his chin so their eyes met. "I asked you a question."

"Yeah," Jake said, his lips quivering.

“Why didn’t you call me? I gave you my number for a reason. I told you if you needed anything ...”

Benjamin's jaw clenched and his voice shot with anger. "Where is this asshole?"

Benjamin walked toward the exit.

Jake gasped. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to have a little conversation with this Steve guy."

"No, please. You'll only make it worse. It's my problem. I can handle it." Jake scampered after him and tugged at his arm, trying to get him to stop.

"Can you?"

"Yeah."

Benjamin looked him square in the face. "Are you willing to do what it takes to handle it, to really handle it?"

"Well, yeah."

"Are you willing to come into the gym and train after school, before school and on the weekends?"

"Yeah."

"Are you willing to get that chip off your shoulder and stop feeling sorry for yourself?"

"I—"

"Are you?"

Jake looked him square in the eye and for the first time had a clarity he hadn't had before. "Yes."

Benjamin walked toward his office. "Good. Then, I'll train you. I'll put my time into you one-on-one. Be here first thing tomorrow morning."

"Why?"

The man stood with his back towards Jake. "What do you mean why?"

"Why are you helping me? You said everybody has a story. You said—"

“‘Cause I once knew a guy who weighed less than a vanilla wafer. Who was gay bashed and my best friend trained so hard that he kicked their asses 'till he was the big man on campus, ‘till he could stand tall."

"Who says I'm gay?" Jake asked, and even as he said it, the question seemed ridiculous to pose.

"Be proud of who you are, dude. Doesn't mean you have to flaunt it, but God made you what you are. He doesn't make mistakes." Knowing Benjamin had known all along and hadn’t treated him any differently, made Jake happy.

It was the first vote of confidence injected in him in a long time. Benjamin shot him a wink, and for the first time in a long time, Jake had a shot. He had hope.

“Don’t think for a second it’s going to be free. Those floors are not going to clean themselves and I’m going to need you to hook me up with one of your massages. Gotta a lot of stress I gotta release ... one way or another.”

“One way or another?”

“Quid pro quo, eh?” Benjamin said with that sexy smirk on his face. Suddenly, things didn't seem so bad. Jake watched Benjamin disappear into the office while he tidied up the gym. There were two men on his mind, Steve and Benjamin. Benjamin was ready to go on the warpath for him and it sent his heart fluttering. Nobody ever stood up for him like that. He had his own personal guardian angel.

CHAPTER 14

Jake earned his keep that was for sure. With the intensive training schedule Benjamin gave him all that week, he also cleaned the gym from top to bottom.

Organizing it was just the beginning and although Benjamin helped him, the brunt of the work still had to be done by him.

He wasn’t afraid of hard work. He always wanted to feel needed and earned what he got.

Besides, it gave him time away from the drama of the hospital and the pressures of thinking about school. The gym was a place of solace for him, where he didn't have to pretend to be anything he wasn't.

It was the first place he truly belonged. Times when it was just he and Benjamin were some of the happiest he had ever experienced. Even if they didn't speak, it was still good to be in his presence.

He was putting away the weights when he heard Benjamin's footsteps pacing against the hard floor. He had an unusual rhythm due to his leg, but Jake had gotten used to it.

In fact, there was an endearing quality to it that made him feel like the man was a hero from losing it at war protecting this country.

It wasn’t until the breeze tickled his bent over ass that he realized the crack of his butt showed. And that’s when he noticed Benjamin was watching him from a distance.

He blushed and a devilish smile curved on Benjamin’s face as he stepped back into the office.

Jake didn’t know what to make of it. How long had Benjamin been watching him? Why didn’t he say anything? He lifted the last of the weights from the pile and organized them on the rack.

“Jake!” he said, the force of his voice startled him.

“Uh, yeah?”

“Get in here for a second.”

“Sure. One sec. I just need to—"

“Now.”

Jake swallowed hard, wondering what he’d done wrong now. For someone who kept his gym a disorganized mess, Benjamin sure could be kind of a stickler about the whole place. He sighed and stepped inside his office.

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Did you line the weights up from the lower weight to the highest weight?”

“Oh, shoot. Let me re-do it.” Jake sighed, thinking about how much work it was going to be to have to redo the whole fucking thing.

“You know, if I wanted it done wrong, I could have just thrown it together myself.”

“I’ll fix it.” Jake stepped back. He thought about making a pointed remark about the state of the office, but decided that it was better to not poke the bear.

How Benjamin managed to keep anything straight in such a chaotic mess, he didn’t know.

“I didn’t say you could go.”

Jake turned around as Benjamin’s eyes met his. “Do it later.  There’s something else I need you to do for me.”

Something in the way Benjamin said that made Jake feel this wasn’t just some ordinary task. 

“What’s up?” he asked.

Benjamin leaned back in his chair, his tongue sweeping across his full bottom lip. “Lock the door.”

Jake swallowed, doing what he was told. He turned the lock, clicking it beneath his fingers. The heavy door was keeping them from the outside world.

Again, they were alone in this small room where the laws of the world didn't matter. It was only the two of them.

The clock ticked in the background. His heart raced. Jake told himself he’d stop. That this was his step-brother and wrong. He should tell Benjamin who he was and they’d both stop this from happening again, but Jake couldn’t.

He thirsted for it, craved it. He had to be with Benjamin. To smell him and to touch him, it was like a drug.

“Now, close the blinds,” Benjamin said.

“Yes, sir.”

Jake walked over to the window. Benjamin’s eyes drank in Jake's body. Beads rolled through his hands as he pulled the blinds shut.

Plunged into darkness, the two men were shrouded in secrecy.

“Good.” Benjamin’s voice rumbled. “Come here.”

Jake shuffled forward in a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

“Get on your knees,” Benjamin said.

“What?”

The bluntness of the order took Jake aback. Benjamin raised an eyebrow. “I don’t like to repeat myself.”

Jake did as he was told while Benjamin stood up.

That’s when Benjamin unfastened his belt, the buckle ringing in Jake’s ear as Benjamin’s hands unzipped his pants. Jake kept himself from drooling as the bulge in Benjamin’s pants released.

His pants hit the floor hard with a clang and Jake swallowed. He didn’t know what to make of this.

“Hook me up, will you?” Benjamin asked.

“Uh, sure. But—"

“I’ve got cramps in one of my legs.”

“Oh,” he murmured with a mix of disappointment and surprise.

Benjamin sat back down, reaching into his top drawer to retrieve some creamy white lotion. He flipped the top open and squirted the silky white substance into the palm of Jake’s hand, some of it splashing on his thigh, dangerously close to his crotch. Jake's dirty mind couldn’t help but imagine it being the man’s cum.

Benjamin's boxers were black, tight, and wrapped around his thick thighs. Jake slid his slick hands around the leg, feeling around the muscle.

“Oh yeah, that's it,” Benjamin said. Jake looked up at the man as he pressed his fingers into his skin. Benjamin's hands hung by his side and he leaned back, looking up at the ceiling and then down at Jake.

It was intense being so close to Benjamin's cock, knowing that he could move his hand along and touch it. What if that wasn’t what Benjamin wanted? Being this close was pure torture and his entire body shook with frustrated desire.

He moved his hands around the leg, down to the calf, pressing against his hard, thick muscles. He brought the leg up and out and rested it on his shoulder as he worked around the knee.

The moans emanating from Benjamin's mouth filled the room, and immediately making Jake wish he could soothe that cock with his hot, wet mouth.

Benjamin knew he was gay. Was this just some way of torturing him? Was it a sick joke? Jake didn't know, except that he would enjoy every minute. The bulge in his boxers needed release.

The mess around the room faded and Jake didn't care about anything other than Benjamin. It was just him and his step-brother, the way it should be.

He ran his hands up again, placing them on the underside of his thigh and reaching where his legs met his ass. It was all so tight, taut and powerful.

Jake was on his knees for this man and would have done anything for him. Benjamin moaned hard as Jake moved his hand around his inner thigh, pressing and massaging tightly while dragging his nails back down.

Benjamin gasped. It wasn't like the other sounds he made. It was something deeper, more intimate, and Jake had crossed over a boundary.

He moved his hands all over Benjamin's skin, mixing in gentle caresses with hard gropes, then moved his fingers ever so slightly beneath his boxers. Jake sat between Benjamin's legs and could feel the heat rising.

The smell of coconut oil was strong and Jake inhaled it. His fingers slipped in between the fabric of his underwear. His flesh burned with anticipation while his cock hardened.

Jake's eyes widened at the size. It was like a python as it rose and rose, pointing up, stretching the boxers to the limit before it sprang out thick, raw and rigid.

“Stroke it,” Benjamin said.

Jake knew better than to question the man and smoothed his hand over his balls.

"Sit down," Benjamin said, kicking the rolling chair over to him. "Now."

Jake swallowed. "Yes, sir."

"Now, unzip your pants and pull out your cock."

"Sir?"

"Stroke it," Benjamin told him. “I want to watch you jerk off.”

Jake's fantasies were coming true before his eyes and he almost couldn't believe it. Benjamin's erection was standing right in front of him, so sexy and hot. The tip was so smooth and the veins rippled along the shaft like rivers. Jake felt like he was on show but he liked following orders.

“Run your hand down your leg and start playing with yourself. Bring your skin back and forward, nice, slow, and deep.” Jake did as he was told, watching Benjamin's own hands play with himself. Their eyes met as they played with themselves. Jake stroked his own erection slowly, curling his hands around the shaft and going nice and slowly, just as Benjamin ordered.

“Such a good boy, doing exactly what you’re told. Now, play with your balls. Lift your cock up so I can see,” he said. Jake followed his lead. He pinched the soft flesh of his balls tightly and played with the wrinkled skin, juggling them in between his fingers. Jake moaned, as did Benjamin, and the two of them filled the office with their sighs. Jake wanted to tell him how much he he’d fantasized about this, but he was so afraid that he would say the wrong thing and break the illusion. In the end, he couldn't bring himself to say anything. The heat kept coursing through his body.

“Go faster, jerk yourself off while you think of me. Show me how much you want it,” Benjamin said.

“I want it. I want it so bad.” Jake gasped as he gripped his cock and stroked hard. His eyes started to fall shut, as he usually, he closes his eyes, when he thought about what Benjamin's cock would feel like in his ass, and slapping against his skin. But he forced them open to look at Benjamin playing with himself knowing that he had made Benjamin so hard. It turned Jake on to such an intense degree that he had never experienced anything like it before. He could feel himself close to climaxing, but he wasn't ready yet.

“Play with your ass. Finger yourself. You hear me? Get those magic fingers deep in you,” Benjamin said, his teeth biting into his lower lip. “But first, I want you to turn around. I wanna see that sexy body of yours.”

Jake turned ninety degrees and then stopped when Benjamin told him to. He leaned forward, placing one hand against the desk. His slender body arched as he reached behind and pushed his way inside. This time his eyes did clamp shut. His cock was still erect and the pleasure surged through him.

“Come back here,” Benjamin said. When Jake opened his eyes, he saw the man playing with his ass too while simultaneously stroking his cock.

“I'm so close, I want to feel your cum and I want you to feel mine,” his deep voice demanding between hot breaths. Jake dutifully walked over while stroking himself.

The two men jerked themselves off together, moaning faster, harder and dirtier as they drove themselves to their ultimate explosive pleasure. Jake pumped his out in a hot burst and it showered over Benjamin's abs. He fell to his knees, weakened by the orgasmic flourish. Benjamin came shortly after, bursting his hot streams of thick cream, jetting all over his chest, oozing down and mixing with the sweat. Their chests heaved with a pleasure so intense, Jake felt faint.

Benjamin tossed him a box of Kleenex, which Jake caught to his surprise. The weeks of training increased his reflexes. He grabbed a few tissues, soaking up the cream from his chest. It was sticky, hot and messy, just like Jake liked it.

Jake wasn’t sure what to do next. Benjamin panted while staring up at the ceiling. Part of him wanted to lick all the cum off his abs and suck off the rest, instead, he backed away and watched Benjamin’s chest rise and fall. He cleared his throat and unlocked the door.

“Hey,” Benjamin said.

Jake turned. “Yes, sir?”

“Thanks.”

A small smile formed on Jake’s face. He guessed he was excused.