I couldn't breath. My head hurt with a ringing sound. What just happened? One moment, I was on top of the world, having just gone to the prom with Brian fucking Kenny! It was so impossible, but so wonderful. Daphnie looked almost as happy as I was when he offered to dance with me, and the looks on those heteros faces were priceless!
So why was I lying paralyzed on the ground, with Brian shouting over me "Justin!"
"What?!"
Crap. Brian noticed me having a flashback on that night. He never really showed it, but I knew that he worried about me. I hated that. I mean sure, he had plenty of reason to worry. Still, I liked to keep it to myself how messed up that bashing made me.
Needless to say, I was failing epicly.
"you really need to snap out of it, kid."
"I'm fine." I said. I probably could have sounded more sour, but I really don't think there was enough rome in those two words for it. Still, I hated it when he called me kid.
Truth be told, everything physical about that attack had healed, besides a slight twitching in my drawing hand. Still, when I got the details, I figured I could call myself lucky. The real problems were psychological. I couldn't handle crowds, and I twitched at every little surprise. I was like a child lost in a crowd most times.
I eased into Brian's familear touch on my sholder as he led me from the main room of our loft in to the bedroom. On his bed was an odd assortment of gear. There were leather cuffs, muzzles, rope, ball gags, and even a hood! I have to admit, ever since the Leather Ball at Babylon, I've been curious about a more wild side of sex. But since
that night, I never wanted to be that vulnerable

. I knew that Brian loved stuff like that, but truth be told, I was terrified. Now it looks like he had enough waiting.
"Brian, are you sure about this," I asked, trying to sound calm, and again failing.
I was so much better at deception when I was in the closet.
"Come on, Sunshine! Just think about it as a way to let go and relax." Despite the cocky look on his face, Justin could hear the undertone of gentle affection in his voice. Everyone seemed to know he cared except himself.
And how could I resist when he used that name?
"Ok," I said, trying to sound confident and sure of myself. It sounded kinda like a squeak. Maybe Brian wasn't the only one delusional.
That was my last thought before the leather straps tightened around my wrists.