Special Property (BxB)

Chapter 63. Betrayal

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Kato returned at 9. He was allowed in and Takahashi was already in boxers. "Cards?" He offered. Kato thought that sounded nice, so he agreed. He stripped to his boxers and hopped on the other side of the deck of cards and they played for a while laughing and joking.

After they were done with the cards, Kato got up to grab a bottle of ramune off the desk. He sat down in a chair and opened it and started drinking.

Takahashi spoke up, "Kato-san, could you put some ointment on my back again? It's feeling tight."

"Sure." He grabbed the bottle and Takahashi stood up and turned around. Kato softly applied the ointment, but Takahashi didn't make a noise.

"Thanks," Takahashi said. He took the bottle and put it on the table. He pulled the covers back, laid down on the bunk, on his side, and pulled the blankets over him. He simply smiled at Kato as he sat in the chair.

"Um, Ken-san." Kato looked down at his hands.

"Hmm?"

"Why do you hate Sister Mary so much?"

Takahashi was silent for a minute, then sighed. "It's a long story."

Kato waited in silence for a few minutes. Just as he was pretty sure Takahashi wouldn't tell it, he spoke.

"It goes back to Grade 9, not long after I got here. There was an instructor, Father Jacobs. He was in his 40s. He taught music. There was a quiet rumor going around that Father Jacobs had a taste for boys. I didn't believe that. Father Jacobs had taken me under his wing. The man knew a guitar inside and out. We would often play together after lunch, and some evenings he would invite me to his office and we would jam. He had a sweet electric guitar and a badass amp."

Takahashi was silent for another minute. He slowly, and softly spoke, "He was always rather touchy-feely, but I thought maybe it was his culture. One day he was standing behind me, trying to show me how to finger a bridge to a famous song. One hand was on the fretboard and the other he slid down from the guitar to my pants. I froze solid. He kept talking about the song and massaging me."

"Well, my body reacted, and I got hard, despite the fact I was scared. Father Jacobs took the guitar and put it down. Then he knelt before me and undid my pants and sucked me off. I cummed into his mouth. It felt amazing, and yet so dirty. I was so ashamed. I felt violated." Kato could hear a bitter sadness in Takahashi's voice.

"He told me not to tell anyone, that it was our little secret. I was so ashamed that there was no way in fuck I was ever gonna tell anyone else. I would go to my grave first. He also showered me with little gifts. I got a new watch, some nice cologne, and he told me that electric guitar was mine, so long as it stayed in his office. That was just his little way of keeping me coming back. We would jam, then he would suck me off." Takahashi's bitter voice cracked a bit.