Drabblemania: Behind the wall
He was only eight, when Lars had heard some strange noises coming from his parents' bedroom. He tried to quietly go in there, see what is going on. Who knows, maybe they were in trouble? The door didn't open, though, and he had to peek through the keyhole.
He wasn't able to see very much, only a distorted picture. His dad was wearing something black - it was shiny and rather tight. Lars had never seen him wearing that before. He was standing over his mom who was on the bed and crying out and screaming for some reason. Lars didn't know what they were doing, and even though he had pressed his ear against the wall to his parents' bedroom every following night, he had never heard those noises again.
Sometimes his parents would come home late at night, his mother having blue marks on parts of her body. But she had never seemed overly sad or unhappy, so Lars had never given it much thought.
It was ten years later when he was finally able to make sense out of what was happening that night behind the closed doors, behind the wall of his own room. It was ten years later when he found himself on the receiving end of this, trained to become a Dom. Just like his dad.
He wasn't able to see very much, only a distorted picture. His dad was wearing something black - it was shiny and rather tight. Lars had never seen him wearing that before. He was standing over his mom who was on the bed and crying out and screaming for some reason. Lars didn't know what they were doing, and even though he had pressed his ear against the wall to his parents' bedroom every following night, he had never heard those noises again.
Sometimes his parents would come home late at night, his mother having blue marks on parts of her body. But she had never seemed overly sad or unhappy, so Lars had never given it much thought.
It was ten years later when he was finally able to make sense out of what was happening that night behind the closed doors, behind the wall of his own room. It was ten years later when he found himself on the receiving end of this, trained to become a Dom. Just like his dad.