The Crying Game 2
by Fahrenheit80
After Carl’s encounter with his dead wife’s spirit the next two weeks quickly went by without any strange incidents. His life with Tommy went on. Their so-called relationship was limited to regular fuck sessions, though.
While Carl’s career as a go-go boy and male stripper reached a new peak that even took him several international television shows Tommy passed his time by joining a non-profit LGBT organization and fighting for sexual tolerance as atonement for his own wrongdoings when he was still the devout leader of a group of Christian fundamentalists. In addition he became a very active member of the fetish community, organizing leather and rubber events and raising money for his various charity projects. All in all, Tommy was comfortable in his new skin. Moreover, he had an exciting sex life. Thanks to Carl’s total makeover Tommy was catching everybody’s eye. He just had to go to the clubs and it wouldn’t take long until he got hit by a horde of hungry men. Although he couldn’t complain about his life as a gay man who liked to dress in heavy leather there was one thing that made him unhappy. Carl didn’t love him. If the man he wanted to grow old with opened his heart to him he would be the luckiest man in the world. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. And it was killing him.
Carl, for one, didn’t give much thought about the current situation since he was busy with his commitments. But when he finally came home to have a good rest from his stage exhausting performances the drama started all over again. Carl pushed Tommy on their bed, pulled down his leather pants, his leather jock-strap and forced his rock-hard cock into his hungry hole. After that raunchy foreplay the two tattooed muscle hunks enjoyed pleasurable moments of licking, sucking and relentless pounding.
Usually Tommy preferred to take it up the ass. In other words, he was a bottom at heart. Carl was the only guy he topped. When they became one during their steamy fuck session Tommy focused his heart and soul in his thrusts. He wanted his lover to reach climax. He wanted him to cry out for his powerful cock. He wanted him to feel his love.
Tommy had strong feelings for Carl and he would die to hear him say the three words to him. After hours of fucking he held Carl in his arms, locking him in a kind embrace, and begged the man of his dreams, “Please, don’t give me the same answer… I love you, Carl. I really do… How do you feel about me?”
Carl hesitated. Then he said, “I don’t know.” Again, his respond hit Tommy hard. The leather man couldn’t take it anymore. He released him from his embrace, jumped from their bed and rushed out with tears in his eyes.
Something like that happened every time. But tonight it was different. Carl followed Tommy into the living room and watched him crying on the couch.
“Why are you doing it to me,” Tommy sobbed. “You are always pushing me away. I’m not a dog, you know! I’m a human being! I’m a man! I need to be loved!”
Carl didn’t react to his angry words. However, he started to question his own humanity. Why couldn’t he feel anything? He thought of the night he encountered the spirit of his dead wife. Maybe she was right after all. Maybe his heart actually was locked away by a vengeful soul.
“Aren’t you satisfied with me,” Tommy asked. “Haven’t I become the man who can be on par with you? I go to the gym six times a week. I’ve gained a great amount of muscles. Look at my abs, my pecs, my arms and legs! To stay in shape I’ve changed my diet. I haven’t eaten sweets for seven months. I wear the clothes you want me to wear. You know how hard it is to get in those leather pants? They are so tight I can hardly breathe. I even listen to your music. And I hate Lady Gaga. I hate her singing. Her lyrics don’t make any sense. But I listen to her songs because of you. Because of you I left my old life behind. Because of you I left the church. Because of you I left my wife and children. I did everything because of you. So, why are you pushing me away?”
Tommy was right. He was a hunk. As such he could have every man he wanted. He didn’t have to endure the humiliation he had to go through over and over again. He could go away and have the relationship he desired. He was handsome. He was muscular. He was a gay man’s dream come true. Still, he couldn’t imagine a life without Carl even if he was a cold-hearted bitch.
“Tell me, why!” Tommy shouted. His voice was trembling. And his eyes were covered with tears, staring at the man who ruined his life.
“I think it’s better if you stay away from me,” Carl whispered.
Tommy’s face turned to horror. “No, no, no.” He stood up, ran to Carl and fell to his knees in front of him, wrapping his arms around his hips. “Don’t abandon me. Please, please, don’t throw me away,” he begged. “I do everything for you. You can hit me, spit on me, but please, please let me stay with you.”
Carl tried to release himself. But at the end he was powerless against Tommy’s desperate arms. He truly loved him. And there was nothing that could change it.
“I’m sorry,” Carl said. All of the sudden, a tear left his eye. He couldn’t remember the last time he was about to cry. And here he was together with his lover, both naked.
Then an image flashed through his mind. There was a little girl sitting on the floor, grieving over her dead hamster.
“Please, daddy, make him wake up,” the little girl asked him. “I don’t want him dead. He is my best friend.”
“I’m sorry, Twiggy,” a male voice said. Two hands appeared in front of Carl’s eyes. They stroked the little girls face and wiped her tears. “But I can assure you that he is in a place he won’t have to suffer any pain. And one day you will see him again.”
“Really?”
“I would never lie to you, Twiggy.”
Back in the present day, Tommy was still holding him tight. Carl’s body automatically reacted to his despair. His hands touched his head, running through his super-short hair, stroking him tenderly like they did back then when they tried to cheer up his daughter. Carl went down putting his arms around Tommy, caressing him while he sobbed in his chest. For the first time, Tommy felt that the man he loved really cared for him. He was happy at that moment. And he wished that it would last forever.
“I love you,” Tommy whispered. “I’ll always do. But if you throw me away I will wither like a flower in the desert.”
Carl looked up. There she was, dressed in a white gown, his wife’s spirit. She was standing in the shadow, watching the two of them with a sad smile. Carl could hear her voice in his head. “Please, my dear, you have to remember.” Her words put him in great pain.
Tommy recognized that his lover’s body was shivering. “Are you alright?”
“There’s something wrong with me,” Carl admitted. “I want to feel something for you. I really do. But I can’t.”
“As long as I can be with you I don’t care if you are unable to express your feelings. Just forget about it.”
“No,” Carl shouted. He shook his head. “I know it sounds crazy. But two weeks ago my guardian angel appeared to me in our bathroom. She told me that a vengeful soul locked away my heart.”
Tommy made an irritated face. “What?”
“First, I thought it was just my imagination. But now, I really think that I’m cursed.” The two men looked into each other’s eyes. “I don’t have the right to ask you that. But will you help me to reclaim my heart?”
Tommy wasted any time with his answer. “Of course.”
Suddenly, the ghostly laugh of a woman filled their apartment. “What is that,” Tommy asked in shock.
The spirit of Carl’s wife turned to them. Carl could read in her face that she was overcome with fear. “You have to leave! Now!” She was right to warn them as Mariella was tired of watching and decided to take matters into her own hands.
The plant Carl took care of, unknowingly to him that it contained the witch’s wrath, showed its true nature. It grew tentacles long and strong enough to strangle a bodybuilder within a few minutes. One of them twined around Tommy’s leg and pulled him away. In the very last second Carl managed to get a hold of his hands, preventing him to be eaten by the plant that transformed into a giant Venus flytrap.
“Mariella, stop this madness,” the spirit shouted.
“I’m just getting started,” was the witch’s answer. Then she continued laughing maniacally from every corner of the apartment.
Tommy knew that Carl’s arms would become weak while the giant Venus flytrap gained more strength with each second. Sooner or later he would be crushed by the monster’s sharp teeth. But Carl didn’t give up. He held his hands although he was in pain.
When the tentacles were about to reach his lover’s legs, Tommy made a decision. “Run.”
“What?” Carl couldn’t believe his ears. Did Tommy really ask him to abandon him? Unfortunately, that was exactly the case.
“Forget about me. Save your own life.”
“No!”
Tommy smiled. “I love you, Carl. You know that I would die for you?” He tried to pull his hands away from his grasp. But Carl didn’t let him.
“Don’t even think about sacrificing your life for me! I need you, Tommy!” Carl tangled his arms and legs around Tommy’s body while the tentacle pulled them further to the Venus flytrap’s mouth.
In the meantime, the spirit of Carl’s wife teleported to the dark place Mariella was hiding. She confronted the vengeful soul. “Please, stop!”
“Playtime is over,” the witch hissed. “Now, let’s have some real fun.”
“I won’t let you hurt them!”
“Don’t try to fool me! You, too, want to separate them! Or do you want to lose you dear husband to that man?!”
“You don’t understand!”
“No, you are the one who doesn’t understand!”
“STOP IT!”
However, her words fell on deaf ears. Mariella was dead serious.