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The sound of knocking on the front door is getting violent.

Benjamin tries to ignore it as much as possible, but it annoyingly comes with the ringing of the doorbell―a total of 33 times―until, finally, the next-door neighbor gets furious and starts to yell:

"You noisy bastard whore! Shut the hell up or I'll break your fucking doorbell! Do fucking something!"

Can't stand the new sound of brooms hitting against the wall, Benjamin then reluctantly gets up. There, on the other side of the front door, stands a terribly dressed and elegant man in a suit.

"I called you so many times already. I thought you'd never come out. I guess you must have been really busy, huh?"

Benjamin has been inside the house all along and was even indulging in the luxury of starting to cook something for dinner. He had deliberately pretended not to hear this annoying young man here. Standing oh-so-calmly like a goddamn statue with tobacco in mouth.

Benjamin frowns, "Not at all. Put that thing out when you're here."

The man smiles. He is a white guy, gorgeous, someone who definitely doesn't blend in a neighborhood dominated by working poor and crowded alleys. He has soft features and the clothes he wears don't even have the slightest mark of fuzz. Looking more closely, a high-end gold watch is adorning his wrist. But what disgust Benjamin the most is the huge, overblown bouquet he holds in one hand. Fresh flowers. No one sane enough here would sell that kind of flowers―and if people have enough money to order arrangements like that, surely, they'd rather buy ten bags of bread. Things like that are useless when you want to survive.

Despite his elegant appearance—smiling wide and looking so brightly as if he is a part of the bouquet itself, Benjamin shoots the young man an absurd look.

"I brought this for you... You like flowers, don't you?"

"Who could like flowers when you're in a situation like mine? You can't even eat them."

Although Benjamin is drawing a blank, the man's smile remains. Then, without permission, he rushes in and places the bouquet on a table. Even as far as grabbing the back of a chair so he can sit across from Benjamin.

"Don't even think I'm going to serve you tea."

"I never said I needed that."

"That doesn't mean you don't feel like it."

Benjamin clicks his tongue as the man—as naturally as any other day—hangs his coat on a grimy hanger that sits neatly against the wall. Oh, how all the items and garments sticking on his body can pay Benjamin's half a year's rent or buy a small house. Is he wearing them to taunt him or is he just showing off?

Benjamin sits down on the couch, clears his throat, and then pulls his knees up until he finds a position that allows him to be less...incredibly aware of his guest.

"The man next door called you a whore."

Benjamin's body tenses up at the sudden remark. Embarrassed, he tries to pretend to be calm as he makes eye contact with the young man but understandably fails hard. And as he lowers his face to hide his trembling expression, the young man begins to shoot him a creepier look than when he arrived.

"Let's stop playing games... You have no right to get like this when we've already done it so many times."

At that sentence, Benjamin curls himself up even more. He is getting ready, and plans to get away and fight what is about to happen, but yet, the man easily lifts him up and carry him to his bedroom.

Benjamin doesn't really do that anymore. All because of the recent presence of this young man that makes the neighbor call him a "whore". The wall in here is thin and the soundproofing is very bad, so the whole building would hear it each time the young man made Benjamin pant and moan. The whole neighborhood, no, maybe the whole city. The neighbor thought Benjamin is selling his body to a rich younger man since it would sound too ridiculous for a guy like him to come all the way to a run-down building here for other reasons. And to be honest, it is even a little strange that Benjamin hasn't been robbed and murdered yet.

"You said you don't like it, but you're all wet already."

Now the man is rubbing his huge penis against Benjamin's pants. Benjamin desperately tries to get away but fails miserably. One might have thought that Benjamin is a wimp but, actually, he has an incredibly tough body. It's just that this young man is a head taller and has a wide body as hard as a wall.

"Ah...let go of me..."

"You're leaking so much, maybe the semen from last time is still in here."

"N-no, you're crazy..."

It really is crazy. Once upon a time, uninvited, this man suddenly barged into Benjamin's house, offering him a whole bunch of money and telling him that that money was to buy him. He forced Benjamin to take off his clothes, and raped him, making him feel less than a human.

Of course, Benjamin was trying too. Desperately fighting back, thrashing around as he wails to get the guy to stop. But, to no avail, he was nothing under the man's enormous power. So, as it always happened, slowly, Benjamin would start to get tired of fighting, and his legs would eventually part on their own, begging for the young man's penis.

"Ah!"






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