Tony Loves Benji

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I was almost scared of those two that evening. Scared for myself, naturally. Because if those two were capable of hurting a human in such ways there really was no telling exactly how far they would go, Matt held his cam-corder in his ink covered hand almost protectively. Proud of his disgusting treasure. His eyes glued to the expensive cameras view panel wide with amazement. And Tony himself stood looking glittered with excitement. I found myself wondering how he’d fooled me all those years. How he could lead me to believe him to be such a beautiful person. Because there was absolutely nothing pure about the man- not a moral fiber to his being. And I was a joke, bloody and hand cuffed, laying there in tears.
“Grown men don’t cry Benj. Guess that means you really aren’t such a man huh?” Matt spoke up first- a sick taunting laugh escaping from his lips. And it was true- what kind of man would get stuck in a situation
that left him so helpless- trapped.
“So now your lost- I see it in those eyes. Ya know you really are shit for the big screen, but this will definantly add alittle pizzazz to my collection.” There was a momentary pause from the older cousin and I could see a bit of disposition forming over Tony’s features- almost like he were debating what Matt had said. I prayed he’d object- that he’d have some sudden change of heart, but how could that be if he had no heart at all.
“Yeah- ya know Matt, it just might be one of the top five. Well, besides the one of you and little virgin Joel.” He spat and I couldn’t bee ite it, my ears wanted to bleed. He’d said the one thing that I’d been expecting the least to hear. Was THAT why he hated homosexuals so much? Had they raped my poor little brother and taped it? I wondered exactly how many people they’d done this to?
“Oh yeah Benj.” Matt chuckled as if reading my mind, “I Fucked your little brother raw…Fucked him till he cried- begged me to stop.” He cackled in a humorous voice- my eyes began to tear up again. I hated them. Regardless of how I’d felt for - no- now all I could see was red. They caused him pain. I don't know why it made me so angry- but it did I hated them both.
“He sounded so sexy- crying out my name..” Tony said with a sick grin spreading across his face. I felt my stomach lurch- this was not something I was prepared to deal with. Not in the slightest. My hands immediately began to yank on their metal restraints causing the bleeding skin to tear a bit faster- blood sliding down my arms as I tried desperately to pull my fists free. Emotionally I’d been so drained and physically I wasn't so far behind.
“You sick fucks! Joel is a good kid!” I cried in a mixture of blood and tears, just digging my hole deeper. I just didn’t care anymore.
“Awe- so maybe we’re alittle eccentric. That doesn’t always make someone a sick- fuck.” Tony said with a hint of annoyance in his tone- as if my words had hurt him. I wanted to laugh.
“And if you tell anyone Benji…anyone at all- we’ll show the world sweet-heart. And everyone will know you’re a faggot. A lousy queer with a drug problem.” Matt started- and of coarse Tony was right there to chime in with him.
“And as you can imagine Benj- that would be devastating to a career such as yours- one depending on a female fan base. I mean how else would they react, if not negatively to the fact that their guitar god was nothing more than an ass ramming homosexual who likes to bang up heroin. Oh I can see the head lines now…” He snickered. I hated how true it all sounded coming out. How screwed up it all could become. And my bandmates- I couldn’t screw over my bandmates and ruin their careers too, no way. This was a lose- lose situation.
“I won’t.” I promised to them both, shamefully- pity dropping into the tone. It sounded pitiful because I was pitiful. A sorry excuse for the person I’d once been. I was mostly shamed of what people would say. Our fans. Our fans would hate me- and that was crippling to me. My fans were everything. Tony of coarse knew that. He definantly played very dirty- making sure to keep his tracks covered. Clever. He was very clever.
“When are you going to let me go?” I then asked inquisitively enough. Because it was of coarse the only thing that really was on my mind. I hoped it wouldn’t anger either man- but my luck had ran out, and Matt looked furious.
“Never. You’re never free to go. You’re our bitch now Benji. Our sexy little tattooed bitch.” He spoke happily while patting my head, “You get it? We ever ask something of you- you give it to us, no question.” I was outraged. Two guys I held close- were black mailing me. And there was nothing I could do about it.
“don't make it more difficult than it has to be babe- just…keep this in the back of your head. You speak a word of this to anyone- we’ll ruin your life. Got it?” Tony demanded. And how was I suppose to answer that? Like I wanted to talk about all that? To admit to people that I was raped- made to look like a pathetic waste. No, I never ed ted to speak of that again- to anyone.
“Good- that’s what I thought. Now- we’re gonna let you go take a shower if- you promise to behave.” I groaned at Matt’s mention of the option. Although it made my mind perk- my body quivered. My muscles were wake and I doubted my ability to even carry myself to the shower to lay in the floor. “you want a shower?” My head swam – and I just nodded. I wanted to wash the filth away.