0 comments/ 28113 views/ 7 favorites Cross Roads Ch. 01 By: HighBlade A Note: Thank you for all the comments on the first chapter. After a little thinking I decided to expand a bit on the story and re submit it, the core of the tale stays the same just the events building up to and the climax itself was expanded upon. Regards Arden. Disclaimer: This story contains senses with forced sex and minor assault. Most of the events in this story are based on a true tale, however a human tends to forget and thus I added A little fiction to this story. This is a re submission of 'cross roads ch1'. All characters in this story are over the age of 18. ---------------------------------------------- Thinking back on the events that passed I could not fathom how I could have become this lucky. First, I think that I should give you a little background on the events that transpired. My name is Arden; I am 5.6 feet tall and weigh 75 kg. I am 20 years of age and about to turn 21 in a few months, I have short, dark brown hair (the reason why I keep it short is because I have very curly hair). My eyes are a dark brown -- some even think black. Well, my father and I do not have the best relationship -- wait that is not correct -- we have no relationship. It was December and it was very warm like the African sun tends to be. I had not yet come out to anybody about being gay except for a few very close friends. I live with my father, mother and two brothers (one older the other younger) on a farm just outside of the city. My brother had his best friend Max staying with us for the vacation before I would start work the coming January. Unknown to everybody Max and I were together, we had hooked up about a year back and I truly loved him. Max was short for Maxwell. He had jet-black hair that he kept in a spiked style. He was tall about a head taller than I was and sculpted like a Greek god. His body hair consisted of the patches under his arms the line that run along the length of his 6-pack, that reached his waist. I loved his pale blue eyes and perfect lips that went with his natural dark tan. About two weeks in to the summer, everybody had stuff to do in town so I said I would like to stay as always I got my wish. Max said that he had to get all of his belongings together so that he can leave in a few days time. Without any protest, Max stayed with me to pack his things. I was sitting in the living room when I felt the strong arms of Max tighten around me, I turned around and was greeted by a kiss of so much passion that that my heart skipped a beat. We were lying on my bed making out with some music on that I had not noticed my parents return. Within a few moments, my whole world changed. I looked up and saw my red faced father standing in the doorway. All he said was that I had to leave before they came back again and that I was no longer his son. He slammed the door on his way out I heard his car drive away and started packing. I looked stunned at Max and he told me I'm moving in with him. Max drove us to his place in town, it was a small two bedroom duplex near where I was about to start work. We did not have much be we had what we needed. A fridge with a freezer, a comfortable queen size double bed that Max owned. A small TV and home gym that Max also owned. I started work in January and things were going good I received a promotion to store room controller. That night Max and I went to celebrate that evening, he planned a whole romantic picnic under the stars, there were candles everywhere champagne on ice and the food was perfect. A few weeks after I received my promotion I noticed a change in Max. He became more aggressive and had an unnatural sex drive wanting to make love to maybe 3 times an evening. After a few days I saw the little holes in Max's arms, was he in to drugs? I had confronted him about it he said he did not do drugs and he was using a cycle of steroids again so he could have better muscles so that I liked him more. This made me sad I already loved him the way he was and now he wanted to change. After that Max got home late, he was usually drunk and showed me little if any respect at all. One night, Max had a friend over. He was introduced as Alex. He had blonde hair that hung just over his ears with average green eyes and a well-muscled body. As always I cooked I made a chicken pasta bake that I served with salad, and for a while max was back to his old self. He changed in a blink of an eye. He was ordering me around as if some maid get beer get chips get beer and beer and beer. The then ordered some coffee, I smelled the milk and it was off. With that, I decided to go to the store and get some milk. The store was a few blocks away but still in walking distance. I took money out of the jar on the counter and walked over to the living room, told them I was going for milk and left. When I got home, there was a note on the fridge that read: "Went for a drink, don't wait up. I'll be home late." With that, I cleaned the dishes, took a long, warm shower, and went to bed. The bed was cold and I struggled to sleep. I was asleep for --I cannot recall how many hours- but it was early in the morning. A very drunk Max and Alex waked me. He was his charming new self with me. He grabbed my head and kissed me, after I turned my head away. He repeated the same this time keeping my head in place; I did not kiss him back. He exclaimed that he wanted to fuck and I refused him; I got out of bed and headed down stairs. Before I got to the door, a hand grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled me back in to the room. I shouted at the top of my voice for whomever to let me go. In the dark, I heard max's voice exclaim the wanted to fuck and if I was not going to give him sex, he was going to take it. I could feel my heart shatter in to a thousand little pieces. Here was the man I loved the one that filled me with so much joy; he was going to force me to submit to him. I was not about to let that happen or at least not without a fight. I took my right fist and just swung it. The little fucker just punched me in the face Alex shouted. Two strong hands took hold of my wrists and before I knew, what was happening a big fist made a connection with my stomach. I fell to my knees in an agonizing pain. I felt as the hands grabbed my body and flung it on to the bed. My arms were pinned below Alex's Knees. I was kicking like a rabid horse. A sudden sting of pain shot thru my cheek, Max had punched me in the face. He said that I should be still or the next one will not be so soft. My clothing ripped of my body. I felt a pair of hands tighten around my neck. A sudden bolt of light made my eyes hurt as Max had just turned on the lights. Max said that he wanted to take me now. I started squirming and Alex tightened his grip around my neck, I could not breath so I laid still. My mind returned me to a happier time: I remembered the day that Max and I finally hooked up: It was September Just a few days after my 18th birthday. I was home alone for the weekend my parents were away for the weekend. That meant a few things. One my older brother was going away like always and my younger sibling was going to a friends for the weekend that left me alone not that I minded. It was late Friday night everybody already left. I had my set up in the living room all laid out, mattress, bedding and DVD's. There was a knock on the door as I opened up I saw Max standing there. My parents are fighting again mind if I spend the weekend. I told him I was alone and that he could stay. He replied that he would like that and that I did not have to call anybody he would be fine with my company. Okay so I had a huge crush on Max had for almost 2 years now. I blushed a little at his comment and told him to get out of the cold air. All the rooms were locked save mine, he came in to the living room and asked if Id mind if he could sleep here with me. I said that it was all right but we were going to have to share the mattress on the account that I did not have more than one blanket. We stayed up late talking joking and finally went to bed and about three. When I woke, Max was already up playing games on my Playstation. It was way passed noon. I was in the mood for a swim. I asked Max if he wanted to join me. We went out to the pool. I striped to my boxers and dove in, when I surfaced Max was naked he told me he had not brought any clothes and he needed to keep his dry. We swam four what felt like hours. I was flouting on my back when a hand pulled me down when i came up Max pressed his lips against mine. I was in shock but I kissed back. His hand grabbed my boxers and I stopped him in his tracks. I told him that I did not want a one-night stand thing and I would only allow my boyfriend in there after a month. He then asked me to be his boyfriend I said yes. Currently, it was another story all-together Max pushed his hard cock up my ass no lube no condom nothing, it hurt like hell and I started to cry. He did not give me time to adjust or took things slow, he pounded my ass hard but all the fiscal pain was nothing compared to the emotional pain I was feeling. My heart had been shattered I just shut down tears running down my face to scared to move. I felt as he pushed in to me once more and I knew that he was busy cumming. He pulled out and said something to Alex but I could not hear what he had said. My body was flipped around so my ass was in the air. A new pair of hands replaced the old ones and I knew was going to happen. All the hopes that I might have had that this was over left my mind as soon as Alex pushed in to me. He was thicker than Max and the pain was unbearable. Tears still running down my face Alex started to Pound my ass his pubic hair scratching my cheeks every few seconds. Alex pounded away and it still hurt there was no pleasure in this the pain the heartache everything hurt. Alex pushed in harder than ever. He pulled out and left the room with Max laughing like mad hoarse. When I finally got up, I felt a wet feeling running below my legs, brushing it off as their cum that was leaving my ass. I went to the bathroom, and when I saw the floor, I towered in fear. It was not just cum running down my legs -- it was blood. My legs covered in it. The next day I asked my boss for a few days leave. I went straight home with a few boxes and started packing up my things. When I was done packing. I grabbed the four boxes and headed to the company storeroom. My position at the firm allowed me to have keys to the place. I hid my things there; I could lose my job if somebody caught me. I took my backpack, added a few cans of food, and some clothing. I went back to Max's apartment, took a piece of paper and wrote: "I loved you with all my heart but you hurt me so bad. It feels like my heart was ripped out of my chest. We are over I never want to see you again. Hope you enjoy your life, A." With that, I left the note and key on the table and closed the door behind me, not knowing where I would go or what could happen. Next, I ventured into the world alone. . . -------------------------------------------- Cross Roads Ch. 02 Note: Thanks for all the comments on my first chapter I took what you all said and reworked both chapters. A re edit of ch1 has been submitted so if you want to you may read it again. I also want to apologize for the time it took to write this my PC is busted and have to write everything on my smart phone. Feel free to comment on chapter 2. A verry special thanks to kitten2010 for editing this for me. You are one kick-ass lady. Live with out limites. Arden. ***** I stood alone in the street unsure of where to go next. The little daylight I had left was fading fast. I needed a place to stay, a safe spot to sleep while I looked for a cheap apartment to stay in. I was homeless for the first time in my 20 years. I walked the streets with my bag looking for a place to sleep when I saw the old park tool shed. Since the park was no longer in use, I chose to sleep in the shed. The place smelt of stale urine, the windows were busted and it had no door. At least I would be out of the wind for the night. I took my bag and got out the blanket and made myself a makeshift bed. When I finally woke I was sore. My body hurt; my neck was stiff and the pain in my ass had not subsided. I could have sworn it was getting worse. I had a week off work to look for a place to stay so it was time to begin looking. I got up and started to look around. It was an empty room with nothing inside and so rundown I'm surprised the roof had not collapsed on my head. I started to walk around town, looking for a 'to let' sign but I saw nothing I went to the local paper and asked for adds on cheap apartments and again no luck. I was starting to lose hope when I remembered that there was this house that belonged to an old lady that passed away a few years back. Her only son didn't care really so if I could get in to the house, I could stay there for a few weeks to find an apartment. I headed for the house my mood a little lifted. On my way there, I saw Max's car driving slowly. I ducked out of the way but I think he saw me so I ran long and hard up one street down the other. I had no idea where I was going, I just ran. I had to get to the house so I changed course. On my way there, I tripped over a log and cut my hand. I ignored all the pain and kept going. If he was following, I had to get away. When I got to the house I used the front gate seeing as how it was unlocked. I walked along the house and decided to stay only in the back rooms as to not draw suspicion. It was already dark so I went about checking the doors hoping something was by some miracle unlocked. When I checked the garage door, it was unlocked so I got in to the house. With the flashlight I got from my bag, I walked trough the house and saw it was covered by a thick layer of dust. I tried a light switch to see if there was power, but alas, nothing. I made my way through the rooms. In one there was a bed that had a mattress covered in a white cloth I was glad I had a bed; a place to sleep and hide during the day. After I ate some of the food I had, I was lying on the bed and I realised I was bleeding again, most likely from all the running. I went to the bathroom and I was surprised that there was water. A cold shower is better than no shower I guess. As time progressed, my hand and ass had not gotten better. I went back to work and I struggled. I could not focus and within a few weeks, my boss told me to go see a doctor and take a few more days off. Now I was stuck with another vacation I did not want, I had no money for a doctor, and I wouldn't have gone anyway because I was too embarrassed. As I was walking home I started to feel lightheaded. After five minutes of trying to press through it, the world around me went black. When I awoke I was unsure of what was going on or even where I was. "Finally, you're awake. How dare you scare me like that? I have better things to do than sit here day and night and worry about some kid," a voice scolded. I looked around and saw the owner of the voice, a very attractive man, was looking at me. He had golden brown eyes a natural pout in lips that were so full and red I just wanted to kiss them. His body was in good shape, big broad shoulders and even with him sitting I knew he would be tall. "What happened?" I managed to whisper "I was walking my dogs when I saw you collapse. I saw the cut on your hand and your pants were bloody so I brought you here to the hospital," the man said in a stern voice. At that point a nurse came in to the room. "Good, you're awake," she remarked and then she left as quickly as she had entered the room. "How long was I out?" "About three days. You were in and out the whole time, coming to and passing out again. I'm surprised you have not passed out yet" At that point, the door swung open and in trotted a small lady. Her brown hair was beginning to grey and her blue eyes were full of life. I found myself trusting her immediately. "You gave us a scare when he brought you in. I was afraid that you weren't going to pull through," she said in a soft voice. I wanted to speak but before I could open my mouth, I was out again. In the passing days I felt better. The stranger that helped me kept coming back. One morning when I woke up the doctor was there with a syringe. I stared with wide eyes at the needle. "Oh don't worry, this goes in your IV drip. I'm Dr. Claire McKnight, by the way," she said as she inserted the needle in to the tube. "I don't have the money for this," I blurted out. She patted my arm. "No need to worry, dear. It's all taken care of." "Uhm...thank you, ma'am..." "That's Claire to you" she said with a smile. "Now, dear, tell me what happened to you, please. I don't want to make assumptions about what happened but...well, it's hard not to." "My name is Arden," I began. That was the easy part. "I was living with my boyfriend up until I think three weeks ago...he and his friend raped me. I left him and a few days afterward he was following me and I tripped and cut my hand" I looked at her and I could see sadness in her eyes. I decided to leave out the part of not having a place to stay. "Okay, that explains it." "What do you mean?" "You have serious damage to your anal cavity and rectum. There was an infection, but we took care of that." "Thank you" "You were also malnourished and dehydrated. You were in such bad shape I thought you'd been living on the streets." I just looked down in shame "You do have a home, don't you?" "I-I-I live in the old Robinson house till I can find a place to rent" I was startled when I heard someone say,"You can rent a room in my house if you'd like, kid." The guy that had found me was back and offering me a place to sleep. I was sure this man had to be some kind of angel. "May I speak with you in the hallway, please?" the doctor asked, her question directed to my angel. "Sure" They left my room, but I could still hear them. "Are you sure you want to do that?" the doctor asked. "Mom, I'm lonely after...well you know. At least this way I can fill that big empty house." "It's too soon and the resemblance is uncanny, don't you think..." He started raising his voice. "No I do not and you of all people should know that twins usually have very distinct personalities." "Fine, but remember this time I won't be there to pick up the pieces." "Understood, Mother." Only he entered the room. "The doc said she would come back later. I think the two of us need to have a talk." "Uhm...OK," was all I could manage. "You can't stay in that old place, it's unsafe. Please think about renting a room in my house. I can offer you a great deal." "Why do you want to help me?" "Look, I do not have to explain myself to some squatter. You can either take my deal or leave it. I'm trying to help you but if you don't want my help I won't offer it again." "That's not what I meant. I don't know if you know this, but when you leave the door open a person can hear what those just outside are saying." "Oh, shit I'm sorry..." He looked like he wanted to continue but I just kept going. "As for your offer, I'd like to take you up on it if you don't mind. What will I have to pay for food and lodging?" "We can discuss that another time," he said as the doctor entered the room again. "Well, you are ready to go. There is a prescription waiting at front desk for you and you will have to fill out a form or two." I went to the front desk and filled out all the necessary information forms. When I came to the address portion, I looked at my hero. "Just write Pepperwood estate." "Blake," he said suddenly. "Huh?" "My name is Blake, Arden." "Oh, nice to meet you, Blake." I felt a little bad about not asking his name sooner. "Let's go get your stuff out of that shit hole and I'll take you to your new home." He walked over to an amazing dark silver Volvo. I fell in love with the car. "You coming?" "Oh, sorry," I said softly as I realised I was staring at the beauty that just disappeared in to the beautiful car. I got in the car and we drove in an awkward silence. When he stopped in front of my "home" I could feel my face turning red. "Just get your things, please. I'm in a hurry, you know." I went inside the house got my bag and left. I always packed my things when I left for the day, just in case. I left the house and hoped that I will never have to go back. He started to drive when I realised he was going out of the city I started to panic a bit. "I think I changed my mind about this..." The Volvo came to a screeching halt as Blake pulled off to the side of the road. "What, why?" He looked confused and hurt. "Because, I would have to walk in to town everyday to go to work. I can't afford a car I'm still a clerk not a full fledged accountant yet." "You can use one of my cars. Just come with me to my house and we'll do all the practical talk there." And so we left for his house. ***** A brief ten minutes later I stared in awe at what he'd called a house. The main residence stood on a private small holding just out side of town. It was a sturdy old red brick mansion that was covered in ivy. The grass roof was ink black and all the windows had wooden frames. The gardens were beautiful; roses and lilies gave the lush green lawn and hedges vibrant colour. Fountains and lotus filled ponds added to the mystical feel. Winding cobblestone pathways made it look even more like a fairy tale. The inside of the manor was a different story all together. The living room was a large room with black leather couches and a huge plasma TV. The walls were painted white and decorated with beautiful modern art. The kitchen was just as modern with black marble countertops and all the best appliances. He gestured for me to follow him through the dining room. A magnificent copper and crystal chandelier hug from the ceiling over a wooden table with a glass table top. The walls were painted the same colour yellow as the cushions on the eight wooden chairs that surrounded the table. The person in the painting hanging on the wall looked eerily like me, but instead of my curly brown hair he had wavy copper hair and his eyes were lighter than mine. I pointed to the canvas that hung against the wall. "Who is that?" "That was my adopted brother, Ian. He died last year along with my dad. They were on a hunting trip and on the way back a drunk driver hit them head on." His eyes were filled with sadness. "I'm so sorry." And I was, but I also felt anger swelling up inside me. Did he want me to replace his brother? Wasn't that a little weird? "After Dad died, Mom moved to the city and I got this whole place to myself...I wanted to ask you, if you don't mind...may we test your DNA. Ian was found as a baby on the side of the road with no identification on him so my parents adopted him and named him. Your resemblance is uncanny, so maybe if we can just find out more...Believe me when I say we've tried. He was searching for most of his life for his parents. If you do this you may stay here with all the perks as long as you want. No rent, free meals, your choice of a car to use filled with fuel as you need it." "Why? Just tell me why?" "Because my brother was obsessed with finding out where he came from. I just want to give him some peace." "I'll do this for you, but only because I need a place to stay." ****** I went back to work only to find out that somebody found my boxes in the storeroom. I was fired. That night, while I lay on the bed, I cried for what felt like hours. I eventually fell asleep only to be woken by Blake. "What's wrong?" he asked as he made his way to sit on the bed. His pyjama bottoms hung loose around his waist. His chest was broad and muscular. He had light brown nipples and his abs were the best I've ever seen, six perfect squares and a light cover of dark brown hair. "I was fired today..." "Why?" "It's my own fault. When I left Max I put some of my things in our company's private storage unit. That was against company policy. Somebody found out and told my boss." "Why didn't you say anything? We could have gone and gotten all your things." His hands were in balled fists, the veins on his arms were visible. "I didn't have the keys...I left them in my office that day I passed out..." He gave me a look that I could not make out. It was somewhere between mad and sympethetic. "Our deal still stands. As long as you do the test you can stay here." He stormed out of the room. ***** Two days later I stood in front of the hospital waiting for Blake. He was five minutes late when he sent me a text message: I won't be making it to the test. Mom has everything set up she'll be at the front desk waiting for you. -Blake I went inside. Dr. McKnight was standing, talking to a nurse. "Ah, Arden we have been expecting you. Okay so what's going to happen is were going to draw some blood from you as well as a swab from your mouth. All of that's so that we can get an accurate test. We'll have the results with in two weeks." I just nodded. I followed them to her rooms where she drew the blood, swabbed my mouth. I got up to leave, but the doctor stopped me. "Thank you." "You need not thank me, ma'am." "You don't understand. Blake and his brother were very close. Ian's death nearly killed him. He closed off completely at that time; he even broke off his engagement. Both my children died that day but now Blake is slowly coming back to me. That is why I thank you." "It's not me." I left after that. ***** I got home and saw all the cars there, so Blake was home. Why hadn't he joined me for those tests? As I walked in to the front door all anger left and was replaced by panic. Blood was on the floor. "Blake, where are you?" I shouted as I followed the trail of blood. I found Blake in a daze on the floor in front of his room. A red spot was on his left leg and was bleeding still. His face was covered with cuts and bruises. "What happened to you?" I demanded. "Nothing, just leave." "No." "I said go." Before I could help myself my open hand slapped across his cheek. He looked shocked. "Now tell me what happened to you," I said, trying not to show that I was every bit as shocked. "I got in a fight." "I can see that. With who and why?" He mumbled something "Speak up." "Over you. OK...I was fighting over you. I went and punched that idiot Max for hurting you. I told him the only reason that he wasn't in prison was because you didn't want to press charges." I looked at him in a blank expression. "Why?" "Because when I saw you I thought I had my brother back. But as I got to know you I realised that you were not my brother and that I was falling for you." "But you were engaged! You can't be gay." "Yes I was...to the man I'd been with since I was 16. Ian died a few months before our big day and Ray told me he wanted to move up the wedding...I left him." I just stood there probably looking stupid. "Please don't leave. I'll stay out of your way." "Look, Blake, I am very grateful to you and I'd be telling a lie if I said I didn't find you attractive and I do have a crush on you. I won't leave, but I need some time to think." I walked out of the room still in shock. Over the next two weeks, I barely saw Blake, until the day the test results came. I was sitting in a chair reading my favourite book. He came in with a white envelope in hand. "The results are here." "What do they say?" "I haven't opened it yet. I'm a little scared." "I'll open it if you want." He handed me the envelope. I tore the side with my finger and took out the two neatly folded pages. The hospitals logo was on the first. I read in silence. When I was done Blake looked at me. "Blake, according to these results there is an 94% match...Ian was my brother." To be continued...