Well, I just came out of the backroom of Babylon after having a pretty insignificant quick fuck with an even more insignificant trick. I’m leaning against the bar and trying to find myself another eager candidate to satisfy my still raving needs. It wouldn’t be hard - the fags who would willingly help me to find some relief are standing in line. But I don’t give a fuck about them at the moment, I’ve had them all and I’m not going to change my own rules. No fucking repeats. There’s no one I could be interested in. Shit, this is going to be a long night. I have another shot of Beam – God knows how many I’ve already had tonight; but fuck, who counts? As I’m glancing over the dancing crowd, suddenly a flash of blond hair dazzles my eyes. What the fuck is his name? Ah yes, Justin. I knew he was here. I’ve already told him to fuck off when he was trying to escort me to the backroom. I saw the hurt in his eyes but I forced myself to ignore him. Damn, he’s not going to manipulate me! I don’t owe him anything. And though I‘d rather have fucked him than anyone else, I was not going to risk my reputation. Oh well, he already found some other friends to play with. He’s surrounded by three bears and some others are giving him insinuating gazes. That little shit. He doesn’t have a fucking clue what he’s doing. He likes attention, that’s ok. But if these fags want to play rough they won’t take no for an answer. God only knows what they could do to him. But, hey - it isn’t me. Why the fuck do I care about him? If he wants to be raped by these guys that’s his business. But still - it’s not right. He’s just a kid, for fuck’s sake! And I feel myself trying to ignore the fact that besides that, something else bothers me too. Suddenly an old song from the eighties fills my head. I haven’t heard it for years. I went to high school when this was a big hit. Jesus, Justin must have been 3 years old at the most. Kind of a British song I guess. I liked that a lot, though I didn’t really care about the lyrics. But now, it has got a completely new meaning. The sound of this song is getting louder in my head and I totally forget about the music which is played at the club. I've got to get to you first Before they do It's just a question of time Before they lay their hands on you And make you just like the rest I've got to get to you first It's just a question of time. That’s fucking right. Rather me than anyone else. At least I know I won’t hurt him. I mean, it’s ok that he wants to get some experience. But with these fuckers…that’s just not right. Well now you're only fifteen And you look good I'll take you under my wing Somebody should They've persuasive ways And you'll believe what they say That’s what I’m doing; protecting him, nothing else. I wouldn’t admit to myself, but sometimes I feel kind of responsible for this kid. I don’t know why though. He got what he wanted and I did too. So, it doesn’t mean I care for him. I just don’t want him to be hurt. If that happens, I will be the one who would have to deal with his shit. It's just a question of time It's running out for you It won't be long Until you'll do Exactly what they want you to I can’t let them treat him like they do with the other tricks. He has just come out. He has to learn the rules from personal experiences but there are things that shouldn’t be experienced. I guess it’s me again who has to help him. God what have I gotten myself into? Fuck. I can see them now Hanging around To mess you up To strip you down And have their fun With my little one Now where the fuck is he? I can’t see him, he’s so lost in the crowd. Why do I get so worried? And why can’t I stop this song playing in my head? It’s driving me fucking nuts. It's just a question of time It's running out for you It won't be long Until you'll do Exactly what they want you to I still don’t see him. I’d better go and find him. If anyone has done anything to him, I’ll beat the shit out of them. I stop for a sec. Who the fuck am I? His father? His bodyguard? He’s nothing to me. Anyway, I‘d better find him if I don’t want to be blamed for letting him play with the bears. But since when do I give a fuck about being blamed? I got used to it anyway. I spot his blond head in the crowd again. Thank God, he’s still dancing. I can see two of the guys getting closer to him. I see them touching the kid. I become furious. If anyone touches him THAT way, it’s going to be me. Sometimes I don't blame them For wanting you You look good And they need something to do Until I look at you And then I condemn them I know my kind What goes on in our minds I cut across the crowd never losing sight of him. I get behind him and he doesn’t notice me at first. The two men are just staring at me for a minute then they step back respectfully. Oh, the joys of being celebrated. At least I won’t have to make a fucking scene. I am not in the mood anyway. I embrace his delicate waist slowly from behind. He turns around immediately and gives me a questioning look. He’s pissed because I’ve shaken him off earlier but I know he won’t be able to resist my charm. No one ever could. He wants to free himself from my embrace but I’m not going to let him. Instead, I lean down and make him shut his mouth before he can say something I don’t want to hear. He doesn’t even try to resist. You see? I told you. God, he’s so fucking hot. I hold him as tightly as I can while giving him a passionate kiss which turns both of us on. The boys are forming a circle around us and watching our performance – I always loved to be the center of interest. By the time we run out of air I think my cock is hard enough, so I start to pull Justin off of the dance floor. That’s it kid, we’re going. I want to improve your experiences a little more. It's just a question of time It should be better It's just a question of time It should be better with you It's just a question of time End-------------- SONG: 'A QUESTION OF TIME' - BY DEPECHE MODE