Justin couldn't help the silly grin on his face when Brian sat down on the couch, took off his tie, and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his dress shirt.  Sighing, he thought to himself, it was going to be a long day and night.  His eyes followed Brian when he rose and walked over to his desk.  He retrieved an apple from the bottom drawer.  When he offered it to Justin, he shook his head and said "No thanks".  Brian smirked as his hand went back into the drawer, and this time he pulled out a candy bar.  He threw it to Justin, who in return smiled in appreciation.  
 
Brian raised his eyebrows as he announced, "Looks like our session has been extended."  While he was nervous about spending time alone with Justin, the kid didn't seem to mind.  In fact, he looked downright pleased.  Brian was beginning to think that the feelings stirring inside of him were mutual.  
 
As the morning transitioned into the afternoon, resigned to their current situation, they bantered amicably. They found out that they both liked to dance, and they were both night people.  Justin managed to strategically interrupt their conversation when he queried, "Can I ask you something personal?" "I can't promise you I'll give you an answer, but sure."  Justin swallowed hard before asking, "Are you married, or dating someone?"  Brian thought about whether or not he should answer,  but then truthfully replied "no".  He almost thought he caught a look of relief on Justin's face, and Brian reminded himself that Justin was off limits.
 
The hours ticked away, and Brian found himself genuinely enjoying his time with Justin. It was clear that they were becoming more at ease with each other.  He had successfully dodged the two attempts Justin had made to further delve into his love life.  However, Brian could swear that the kid was openly flirting with him, and he wasn't quite sure how to react.
 
It was getting late, so Brian recommended that they get some sleep.  He let Justin have the sofa, while he tried his best to get comfortable in the big arm chair in the corner of the room. Brian watched Justin as the young man fell asleep within minutes.  He started to doze off too.  
 
Brian was in a peaceful sleep when he was jarred by whimpering, and then someone yelling, "No, no, get away from me!   Don't touch me!"   "STOP, it hurts!"  He quickly turned on the light switch, and spotted Justin obviously in the throes of a nightmare.  He rushed over to him, and gently tried to wake him.  Justin's eyes flew open, and he seemed to be disoriented.  He began yelling at Brian, "Don't touch me."  Brian released his grip, and kept repeating,  "Justin, you're having a nightmare...it's just a nightmare.  You're safe."  
 
At last, Justin seemed to be fully awake and coherent.  Brian sat down next to him on the couch and said "You want to tell me what <i>that</i> was all about?"  Justin peered into the earnest eyes of the man facing him. As Brian kept revealing more of his true self, Justin's feelings were deepening.  If he was going to have a chance of working through his problems, Justin knew he had to impart his most hideous secret to him.
 
"I've had this dream before", Justin volunteered.  Brian's curiosity was now peaked.  "Does it have anything to do with your stepfather?"  Justin began anxiously wringing his hands, and reluctantly answered, "Yes".  Sensing the internal struggle Justin was having, Brian offered, "It's okay Sunshine, take your time, we've got all night."  Blue eyes met hazel ones, and he could see the pain reflected there.  Justin continued before he lost his courage, "My stepfather would get drunk and hit me or my mom.  But there were other times, usually late at night, when he'd come into my room."  Brian frowned, and took a deep breath.  He didn't like where this was going.  Justin closed his eyes and went on, "My stepfather...would do things to me."  "What kind of things Justin?"  Brian could feel the outrage building up inside of him, and he tried to keep his voice steady.
 
Speaking almost in a whisper Justin recalled, "First he would come into my room, and sit on my bed.  Then he would touch and fondle me.  It made me feel dirty, but I didn't really understand why."  "Over the next few years, he would demand that I do things to him too.  I was too afraid to disobey him, so I did it.  I didn't talk about it with anyone, because I thought they wouldn't believe me."  Brian was getting more incensed, as he saw Justin start to tremble. 
 
"One night, he came to my room.  He had just had a fight with my mom, and he was still ranting.  He grabbed my neck, and pushed my face into the bed.  I couldn't breathe.  I thought I was going to die.  He jerked my underwear down, and I heard him unbuckling his pants.  I tried to fight back, but he was too strong."  Brian noticed the tears streaking down Justin's face, and his heart lurched. Justin's voice began to quaver as he relived the experience, "I must have passed out for a minute, but when I came to, he was pinning my arms down as he was pushing into me. It felt like he was splitting me in two.  I was screaming so loud, and I couldn't understand why my mother didn't come to help me.  He kept slamming into me, and I couldn't catch my breath.  The pain was unbearable, and it seemed to go on for an eternity. Then when he stumbled out of the room, I couldn't move.  I just lay there for a while, and I could feel the blood and his cum seeping out of me.  I was so ashamed.  I felt like shit."      
 
Justin's voice became deadly calm when he said, "I dragged myself to the bathroom and washed up. There was blood on the towel.  I managed to stop the bleeding by applying pressure.  But I was weak, and I remember holding onto the wall as I went back to my room, and then I collapsed onto the bed."  
 
"It must have been about 6:00 in the morning, when I got up.  The pain was excruciating, so I walked into the kitchen for aspirin and a glass of water.  That's when I saw <i>him</i> lying there on the couch.  He was snoring, and I never despised anyone as much as I despised him right at that moment."  Justin got that far away look again.  "I was consumed with hate, and I  walked straight to the kitchen drawer, and took out a knife.  I went over to where the bastard was sleeping, and stabbed him in the groin.  I should have stabbed him in the heart, because the fucker woke up, and started yelling.  I stabbed him two more times before he grabbed my wrist, and the knife fell.  My mother came into the room and screamed.  Next thing I remember, the police were handcuffing me."