Warning: This story has themes of religion, homophobia, nonconsensual sex, drug use, incest, and degradation. Reader discretion is advised. All characters in this story are 18 years or older.
“What’s going on here?” Grayson repeated.
“Dad!” Kabb pulled the covers close to his body to hide his shame. His eyes were full of fear.
“What is this?” Grayson practically whispered. He looked at Kabb, then at me, then down the length of my naked body. For once, I was hoping he wouldn’t look at my butt, lest he see Kabb’s crusty dried cum all over the back of my upper thigh.
“Dad, I’m sorry,” Kabb said, regaining some composure. “It’s not what you think.”
“Kabb, you’re as naked as the day God made you. And,” Grayson pointed a finger at me. “In his bed, of all places! This is an abomination!”
“How dare you?” I said to Grayson. “Where the hell do you get off judging me?” He said nothing, but held his ground. I needed to gain control of the situation. “And what the hell are you doing in my apartment, uninvited?”
“You,” Grayson said to me, sounding so disgusted. He pushed me out of the way, and as he passed, he looked me in the eye and said, “You shut up!” It was the first time I’d ever seen him angry. At the door, he turned and gave me the look of death. “Get dressed.” Then he looked at Kabb. “Both of you. I’ll be waiting in the kitchen.”
After Grayson left my bedroom, Kabb got out of bed and began putting his clothes on. I stood there naked, dumbfounded, buzzing uncomfortably with adrenaline. If only this was a bad dream I could wake up from.
“Come on, Nathaniel,” Kabb said. “Dad will be waiting. Just let me do the talking. He’s misunderstanding everything.”
I walked to my pajamas, which I’d carelessly thrown to the floor the previous night. I watched Kabb as he was getting dressed. He’d forgotten to put his underwear on, and I could see his semi-hard dick and blonde pubes as he zipped up his pants. He caught me looking and flashed that grin of his.
“How can you smile at a time like this?” I asked.
“Your butt,” he said.
“What about it?”
“It’s . . . there’s . . .”
“Your dried cum,” I said. “It’s your dried cum.”
“Nathaniel, you’ve misunderstood,” Kabb said gently.
“What’s there not to understand about your dried cum on my ass?”
“Just . . . just get dressed, and let me do the talking. OK?”
I didn’t respond. I put my pajamas on and tried to focus. What will Kabb say to Grayson? What will I say? I’d spent so long hoping that somehow, someday, Grayson and I could be together. Now all I could think was, He just caught me naked in bed with his son!
“Oh God, this is so terrible,” I said, my voice breaking. I felt my eyes well up. Two years crushing on Grayson. All flushed down the toilet.
“Nathaniel?” Kabb gripped my shoulders from behind. “Come on, Nathaniel, it’s OK.” He turned me around and held me tight in his embrace. “Dad thinks something happened that didn’t. He doesn’t know I was just trying to help you have a platonic friendship like you wanted.”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“Look, whatever you think happened last night,” Kabb’s eyes turned cold, “didn’t.”
He looks just like Grayson, I thought.
“So try not to make a scene,” he said dismissively.
And he sounds like Grayson, too!
And that’s when I got really pissed off. I was so tired of being gaslit by the Nash men. I stormed out of the bedroom. Grayson was standing with his arms folded, looking out the kitchen window.
“How is this any of your business, Grayson?” He didn’t acknowledge me; he just stared out the window. “I gave you my spare key for emergencies, not for this!”
He turned and looked at me.
“My sex life is none of your concern!” I said, slamming my hands on my hips dramatically.
Grayson just shook his head.
“Don’t shake your head at me! It’s time you started treating me with some fucking respect!” Without thinking, my hand had left my hip, and I was pointing at him accusingly.
Grayson waited until the last echo of my words had died out and there was silence before he calmly said, “You’re fired, Nathaniel.”
“Good!” I felt my adrenaline rush. “Take your fucking job and shove it, Grayson!”
“Nathaniel, calm down,” Grayson said sternly.
“No, I’m not going to calm down,” I said. “I’ve been following you around like a lovesick puppy dog for two goddamn years. Don’t act like you didn’t like it, you narcissistic prick.”
“Hey,” Kabb’s voice was suddenly behind me. I felt his hands on my shoulders again. “There’s no need for that kind of language,” he said softly. I hadn’t noticed he’d followed me out of the bedroom until just then. “Let’s discuss this rationally. I’m sure if you just chill, my dad will give you your job back.”
“Fuck that! I don’t want to work for you ever again,” I glared at Grayson. “Let’s face it, Grayson, you’re jealous. You thought I’d spend my entire life pining over you, and you can’t handle seeing me with another man.”
“That’s not what this was, Nathaniel!” Kabb scolded me. “Look, dad, there’s a reason for this, and it’s not what you’re thinking. I can explain everything.”
“Don’t, Kabb,” I said. “Grayson, get the fuck out of here. You have no right to judge me in my own damn apartment.”
Grayson walked toward the front door. At the threshold, he turned to face me. I feared what he might say. I was mad at him, but his opinion still meant the world to me.
“I really believed that you’d found Jesus Christ. I’m disappointed, Nathaniel. I’m just . . . so extremely disappointed in you.” Grayson shook his head.
His words stung, but after a moment I felt my anger amp up.
“You fucking bastard!” I felt righteous in my fury. “You know what, Grayson? At least those Westboro Baptist fucks are honest about what they believe: ‘God Hates Fags.’ You act like you’re so tolerant . . . until it’s your own son. And then your true colors come out. You believe gays are inferior, that we need to change, that we need to conform in order to be worthy.”
Grayson had winced when I said the words “fags” and “gays” as though even acknowledging the existence of homosexuality was somehow beneath him.
“I followed you around for two years and you loved it, but as soon as I go out and find another guy to fuck me, you get all sanctimonious. Hypocrite!”
“Whoa, take a step back!” Kabb said. “That’s not what happened, Nathaniel!”
“Oh don’t act like you didn’t cum all over me and love it, Kabb!” I announced.
Kabb’s cheeks flushed.
“You loved it. I loved it too, Kabb. And your dad’s problem is that he wants to be the only one who can rock my world.”
“That’s obscene,” Grayson said. “You’re delusional, Nathaniel.”
How can he be so obnoxiously self-righteous! I wondered.
“I guess this is what I get,” Grayson said calmly. “I forgave you immediately after finding out you paid Buddy to pull a gun on me. I guess it’s true that no good deed goes unpunished.”
“Save me the self-righteous pity party, Grayson,” I said. You only forgave me to clear your conscience about how enthusiastically you enjoyed fucking me.”
“At gunpoint, Nathaniel,” Grayson said. “You and Buddy forced me at gunpoint.”
“That doesn’t matter. The fact is, you fucked a guy and you loved it! But your fucking tough guy macho heterosexual ego can’t handle that. Well, tough shit, Grayson.”
Grayson looked at me coldly. “Nathaniel, think whatever you want to think. Everything I’ve done to try to help you has blown up in my face repeatedly for two years. So now I’m done. I’m taking my son home. Stay away from my family. Don’t come back to the office. Don't come to my house. And don’t come to my church. You hear me? Leave us alone.”
“Dad, wait,” Kabb said. “Buddy was here and he tried to rape Nathaniel. That’s why I stayed, so he’d be safe. We can’t leave him here, Dad. He has to come home with us!”
“I said, ‘No,’ Kabb.” Grayson turned to me. In a cruel tone he said, “My kids understand No. Do you? Kabb, we’re leaving.”
“Dad–” Kabb started
“I said NO, Kabb!”
This was the first time I’d ever heard Grayson yell. I could see veins bulging in his forehead, and I think a blood vessel in his eye might have burst. I was sure the neighbors heard it as well. He was kind of scary when he was angry, but knowing he had that side to him was actually a turn-on. As much as I wanted to hate him, I was still so attracted to him. Fuck! I should just let Grayson leave. But for some reason I want him angrier.
“All this anger, just because Krell is gay,” I said, continuing to push Grayson’s buttons. “I didn’t make him gay. He was gay long before he ever met me. Grow up, Grayson,” I said disgustedly.
Grayson stared at me and time seemed to stand still for a moment. I could feel his anger. I wondered if he wanted to hit me. I never thought Grayson could lose his cool like this. Instead of attacking me, like I almost hoped he would, he turned to Kabb again. “We’re leaving now,” he said.
“It’s OK, Kabb,” I said. “Go home with your dad. He’s had a rough day. He needs your support.”
“I don’t need Kabb’s support,” Grayson said, snarling at me. “I need Kabb to repent for what you forced him to do!” Grayson roared.
“Dad, he didn’t—”
“Don’t talk back to me, Kabb. We’re leaving.”
“No, Dad. I’m staying with Nathaniel. He needs me. If you would have let me explain, God told me last night to come over here. And if I hadn’t, Buddy would have raped Nathaniel. Dad, don’t you see that God wants me to protect Nathaniel? You know better than anyone that it’s my duty as a Christian man to be there for someone who needs me.”
“Kabb, it’s not your duty to sodomize him,” Grayson spat. “I raised you better than that. No son of mine is going to be engaged in that kind of faggotry.”
“I didn’t sodomize him, Dad. If you would just let me explain, you’d understand,” Kabb said.
“I don’t want to hear it,” Grayson said.
“But I want to tell you, Dad! God told me to get into bed with him last night,” Kabb said. “Nathaniel was explaining to me how he’s been trying to forge platonic friendships with men he would normally be attracted to. Pastor Snyder told Nathaniel it would help Nathaniel recalibrate his mind so he could find his inner heterosexual.”
“Is that what you told my son?” Grayson asked me with disgust in his voice. “Is there anything you won’t stoop to in order to corrupt a straight guy? First Craig confuses Krell, now you manipulate Kabb. You people are all the same.”
You people . . . That really pissed me off.
“Wow. You know what, Grayson? Since last night, I kept repeating to myself, ‘This isn’t you, Grayson. This isn’t you.’ But… maybe this is you.”
I paused. It genuinely hurt to realize Grayson wasn’t the amazing man I’d been building him up as in my mind. I wanted him to feel some of the pain I was feeling.
“Maybe I’ve just been blind all this time to who you really are. Every time you would say something homophobic, I’d tell myself you were just mad and not thinking clearly. But if this is how you are, maybe it won’t be so bad having you out of my life.”
“Whatever it takes to finally get you to leave me alone,” Grayson said.
“You know you loved the attention. But that’s over. You can go now, Grayson,” I said dismissively.
“Kabb, remember how you were raised,” Grayson said, ignoring me. “Don’t let him talk you into this. Please, son.”
“Dad, don’t worry. I’m here to help Nathaniel, not to let him trick me.”
“Fine. Then don’t come home at all. You can stay here. With him. Your poor brother is confused enough as it is, Kabb,” Grayson said. “You either need to choose your family or Nathaniel. I don’t need you coming here every day and then coming home and filling Krell’s head with more of Nathaniel’s nonsense.” He turned to leave.
“Dad,” Kabb said. “Are you saying… I can’t ever come home?”
“When you’re done with his lies and you’re ready to repent, come home. But as long as you’re involved with Nathaniel, I don’t want you around Krell. Krell needs to stay home and re-center himself in the gospel. It could take months for him before he can distinguish between the Gospel’s truths and Babylon’s lies. He’s not going to be able to do that if you’re bringing Nathaniel’s gay activism to the house. So just stay away for now, son. Goodbye,” Grayson said, turning to leave.
“Grayson, wait!” I said in a panicked voice.
And then, without thinking, I said, “Krell doesn’t love you just as a father . . . he has an incestuous attraction to you.”
Grayson took a stumble back, as if the news had physically struck him. I looked him straight in the eye and could see that he knew I was telling the truth. “That’s right, Grayson, it’s true. He fantasizes about doing so many naughty things with you.”
“That is a vicious lie,” Grayson finally said. “That is a sick, sick, vicious lie. You stay away from my family, Nathaniel. And don’t you ever repeat that again, to anybody. Do you understand?”
“Goodbye, Grayson,” I said softly. I was trying to sound fierce, but my voice was shaky and I could feel the tears welling up. At that moment, I realized why I’d told him about Krell: I was trying to make him angry because it was better for me if he hated me. If he was indifferent to me, that would be truly devastating; one way or another, I needed him in my life.
After Grayson left, Kabb held me as I cried for what must have been 10 minutes. I was happy for the comfort, but also confused. Only half an hour prior, Kabb had been gaslighting me, pretending the whole frotting incident had never happened. Now he was acting like my protector? None of it made sense.
“Why are you doing this, Kabb?” I said. “Because if you’re just staying here to humiliate me, I’m not interested.”
“It’s not that. I want to help you. Really.”
“Then why did you act like last night didn’t happen?”
“Look, Nathaniel. I know you’re attracted to me, but you said you wanted a platonic friendship. What I did last night was to show you how a man dominates, so you can learn for when you have a wife.”
I had to try hard not to laugh. Is that seriously the lie he’s telling himself?
“That doesn’t make sense, Kabb.”
He tried to change the subject. “Is that really true, what you said about Krell?”
“Yes. Krell is in love with your dad,” I said. “Don’t ask me how I know. But I know.”
“You have proof?” He was clearly skeptical.
“I know what I saw with my own eyes. And I can tell you, I’m 100% sure Krell has incestuous feelings for your dad. Look,” I said, irritated at having to defend myself. “If you’re going to doubt me, you can just leave,”
“I’m sorry,” he said. “It’s hard for me to accept that Krell’s problems are that deep. Surely you understand that.”
“So you don’t believe me, then?”
“I’m not sure, Nathaniel. You don’t exactly have the best track record with telling the truth.”
I didn’t have the strength to fight back. I wanted to feel indignance and tell Kabb to get the fuck out if he was going to call me a liar. But I could hear a little voice inside my head saying, He’s all you have left, and that’s better than nothing.
And so, Kabb became my roommate. I’d never invited him to stay with me, and yet there he was anyway.
Kabb spent the first week in my apartment strutting around like a peacock. When he stripped to take a shower, he’d just throw his clothes all over the bathroom floor. Then after he dried off, he’d walk around my apartment bare-ass naked. He didn’t care if the windows were open and the neighbors could see him. Although that was kind of embarrassing for me, I also knew that my street cred must be through the roof at this point when people saw the tall, straight wall-of-muscle walking naked around my house at all hours of the day.
He’d put on Christian Rock and turn it all the way up, belting it at the top of his lungs while he made himself protein shakes. Whenever I walked by him in the apartment, he’d look me straight in the eye and give me that huge shit-eating grin that he did so well. I had to admit, I got weak in the knees every time he did it.
He’d leave the apartment for hours without telling me where he was going or when he’d be back. The first time he did it, midnight came and went and he still hadn’t come home. I started getting worried.
Should I send him a text message? No, then he’ll use it against me and say that I’m obsessed with him.
It was one in the morning and there was still no sign of Kabb. Finally I called him — it went straight to voicemail.
I stayed up until three in the morning watching Golden Girls episodes, when Kabb finally came home.
“Awww, did you stay up waiting for me?” he asked. Again, that shit-eating grin, as if he’d caught me obsessing over him and that was the most amusing thing in the universe to him.
He ruffled my hair. “I’m sorry I made you worry. But it’s nice to know you care so much.” Then he stripped down to his boxers, leaving his clothes all over the floor for me to clean up. He went to bed without saying good night.
The next morning, I resolved to finally have a talk with Kabb.He wasn’t helping pay for food or rent, and he was treating me like I was his maid. I’d never invited him to stay with me in the first place. He had just announced “No, Dad. I’m staying with Nathaniel. He needs me.”
I kept rehearsing in my head exactly what I would say, but every time I did, I’d picture myself bitching him out . . . and I knew all he’d have to do would be to give me that stupid arrogant grin and I’d end up getting a throbbing boner.
I can’t say anything because I like it. He knows I like it. And I thrive when I’m submitting.
At the very least, I decided that Kabb had to help with chores. But the next morning, he slept in until noon, and when he finally woke up he got dressed and left without saying goodbye. His clothes were strewn on the floor of literally every room of the apartment. I finally sighed, picked up his clothes, and as I put them into the washing machine, I stopped and smelled the armpits of one of his t-shirts. Inhaling his scent was like getting high on the most blissful drug. I popped a boner.
Kabb wasn’t home, so I took his shirt with me to my bedroom. Although his scent was probably enough to get me off, I wanted a sensory overload, so I pulled up a porn site on my laptop.
To my shock, in the trending gay videos section, the number one video was the video of me sucking off Grayson.
That son of a bitch posted the video.
What if my friends and neighbors see this? What if my Grandma sees it? What happens the next time I go for a job interview if they’ve seen it?
Although I was furious at Buddy for posting it, I quickly downloaded a copy to make sure I’d always have it. Then I took a whiff of Kabb’s shirt, pressed play on the video, and set the playback speed to slow. Hearing Grayson’s deep groans of pleasure in slow motion sounded almost like a lion’s roar, and it majorly turned me on, so I started jacking off. I came after about 30 seconds. I cleaned up my cum with Kabb’s shirt and threw it into the hamper.
Kabb didn’t come back to the apartment at all that night. At four in the morning, I finally went to bed, dejected. I was more lonely than I’d ever been in my life. I didn’t dare find another man to bring over, mainly because I could honestly see Kabb physically removing anyone I happened to bring home.
Kabb was just like Grayson — neither one would fuck me, but they also both went out of their way to make sure no other men could fuck me either. There was something incredibly twisted about the Nash men. They got off on making me worship the ground they walked on. But the really fucked-up part was how much I got off on it too.
I realized how low I’d sunk. Here I was, a cute fit fuckable twink with an amazing ass, and yet, I was now constantly in the position of waiting for a call that just wasn’t coming — from either Kabb or Grayson.
They love it. They love knowing I’m just sitting around waiting for one of them to fuck me.
I must have fallen asleep on the couch. I woke up the next day to Kabb and three of his friends — all stereotypical jocks and all as huge as Kabb — sitting shirtless in my living room, and playing video games. This was the first time in my life I’d been up close to observe what jocks do during a bull session when nobody else is around. They were doing that dudebro voice and deep jock laugh that I’ve found both terrifying and exciting for as long as I could remember.
One of Kabb’s friends was a fresh-faced Latino dude. He was built like a compact wrestler with broad shoulders and a close-shaven face that he’d constantly palm. He had this easy old-world aura. His laugh was loud and guttural, and he kept trash-talking his friends in Spanish. He didn’t look my way very often, but he seemed so gregarious, the kind of guy you wanted to like you.
Seated next to him was a pale, chiseled guy built like an NHL player. His hair was a messy, ginger crown that he’d ruffle when he was concentrating. He didn’t talk much, but he had a kind smile and these great dimples that showed whenever he’d laugh.
The last one was the tallest, lean and with vaguely Scandinavian features. I could tell just by looking at him that he was the most intelligent of the four, that he noticed things and categorized them in his mind to use for later. He was the only one who would make eye contact with me, and each time he did, he’d hold it a beat too long, challenging me to look away first. When I didn’t, he’d make his face into a sort of scowl, like he smelled something really shitty.
The four guys were treating my living room like they owned it. Their legs were spread as they sat on my couch, and the radiant heat of four strong, masculine, young bodies filled my apartment, along with the smell of body spray, sweat, and beer (Kabb didn’t drink, but his friends did).
I might as well have been part of the furniture to them. Nobody spoke to me or acknowledged me when I first woke up, but from listening to their conversation I learned that the fresh-faced Latino dude was named Hamer, the gorgeous, jacked pasty white ginger dude was named Eddie, and the guy who kept randomly looking at me and making deep eye contact and stank faces was named Liam.
“Hey, can you go get us lunch, Nathaniel?” Kabb finally asked me, not taking his eyes off the television. This was the first time any of them had spoken to me even though they’d been playing video games for hours at this point.
I felt a surge of being needed. Getting to serve these four jocks and being tolerated in their presence was such a huge rush. I took their orders and went to the convenience store to pick everything up for them. When I returned to the apartment, I put the bag on the kitchen table and everyone grabbed their order. Nobody thanked me or anything; they just took their food and kept playing video games as they ate.
After a few hours, they decided to go to the gym. Nobody invited me, so I assumed they were leaving without me. Finally, Kabb looked at me and said, “Dude, what are you waiting for? Get your gym clothes on.”
As I strolled into the gym with Kabb, Hamer, Eddie, and Liam, there was a trainer walking out and he paused and nodded at us. Suddenly I felt like a rockstar. The way people reacted to them was just surreal. They acted like they were the kings of the castle; they walked up to whatever machines they wanted to use and people would scurry away and let them. It wasn’t just the other gym clients who deferred to them, but all the employees treated them like VIPs as well. They took up space, they set their own pace, and they were so damn loud the entire time, whether it was grunting during a workout or that terrifying, exhilarating jock laugh.
I was scared shitless that I was out of my league and I was so, so frightened of rejection. I thought I’d do a workout wrong or that I’d be too weak and they’d all make fun of me. Amazingly, all four of them were so kind to me. They kept showing me how to do workouts I’d never done before, and they kept complimenting me on my physique and how well I was doing the exercises they showed me. I soaked up their attention — it was such an extreme high. I felt like this was an incredible drug I never wanted to quit.
We worked out for hours. Their strength never seemed to diminish and they never seemed to get tired. I was in better shape than the average person, but I have my limits. They didn’t. I got the feeling they could stay at the gym all day and keep lifting if they wanted to. I was so in awe of them.
I wonder how many of them juice.
After a few hours, we finally hit the showers. Hamer, Eddie and Liam all shared Kabb’s comfort with being naked. The five of us crowded around a single shower pole with its four shower heads. It was an incredibly tight space. Eddie piled in first under the shower head in the corner of the locker room. To his right, Liam was under the next. To his left, Hamer. Kabb stood at the shower head across from him. I was about to move to the next shower pole when Eddie smiled at me and motioned for me to come stand next to him under the same showerhead. I obliged; there wasn’t much room, and Eddie and I were practically touching, facing each other naked.
Eddie’s body was a work of art. He was as big as Kabb, but he had these incredible pink nipples and the fattest circumcised dick I’d ever seen in my life. The best part was that his dick was surrounded by a fiery red bush.
“Watch out, Eddie,” Kabb said. “Nathaniel might fall in love with you like he fell in love with me! Oh look, he already is.” Kabb nodded toward my dick, which had immediately reached diamond levels of hardness.
Eddie looked down at my hard-on. He smiled at me, and he blushed. But he didn’t blush with just his face. His entire upper body seemed to flush with redness.
“You wouldn’t believe the way this kid tried to trick me into letting him have my dick last week,” Kabb announced loudly, not caring who else in the locker room heard.
“Really?” Eddie said, looking at me genuinely surprised.
I didn’t know what to say. “I . . . I guess.”
“Why do you love cocks so much though? I mean, what would you do with his cock if you got it?”
I couldn’t believe I was having this conversation. I was scared that this was going to turn into a queer bash, but I wanted so badly for them to like me. “I don’t know,” I said. “Suck it?”
“OK, so say you suck his dick. Then what? What would you do after that?” Hamer’s almost-black eyes bored deep into me, as if he were trying to figure out a really difficult math problem.
“I don’t know. Suck it again? Ask him to stick it in me?” I said, sheepishly. I couldn’t believe how they were willing to have this conversation where anyone could hear. My cock had reached levels of tumescence previously unknown to locker room showers. I was blushing throughout this conversation, but I also knew there was absolutely nowhere in the world I’d rather be at that moment than in the shower with these four straight jocks.
“You act like you need it to live,” Hamer said bluntly in his thick Colombian accent. “It’s like air or water to you. Why?”
Eddie and Kabb were cracking up laughing. The more Hamer tried to understand the existential reasons for my cock addiction, the more hilarious Eddie and Kabb seemed to find it.
“Dude, sick!” Liam said. He’d been looking at me the entire day like I’d pissed in his corn flakes. “I don’t understand why you fags can’t just get with other fags. Why do you have to try to come after straight guys?”
I was still rock hard. And that’s when I realized that Eddie, Kabb and Hamer were all at half mast — not fully hard like me, but they all had semi-boners.
But Liam? He was just as hard as I was, if not harder. His erection was at full mast and seemed to be throbbing. It reminded me of this guy named Ricky from my fraternity whose cock was always rock-hard in the showers, and if I so much as brushed against it, he would cum all over me and apologize profusely. I wondered if Liam was like Quickie Ricky. He was most outwardly homophobic of the four guys, but judging by the turgidity of his penis, he was the most bi-curious as well. Maybe . . .
“I’m just more attracted to straight guys,” I said with a shrug.
“Dude, he would get down on his knees and service all of us one-by-one if we let him,” Kabb said. “I’ve never seen anyone who wants my dick as badly as Nathaniel does.”
Eddie laughed. Then he seemed to notice that I was a little hurt, and he playfully gave me a gentle punch in the arm and winked at me. My dick jumped.
“Dude! He might want you as badly as he wants me,” Kabb laughed.
Shit . . . this straight jock shower gangbang might actually happen?!
“It’s OK if you do,” Eddie said to me softly. “I’m not like them. I’m totally cool with gay guys.”
“Oh, careful, Eddie, she’s gonna fall deep in love with that kind of sweet talk,” Kabb said, mocking me.
And he was right. Eddie was fine as fuck. To find out he was actually sweet too? I was swooning.
“Dude, sick! You realize he’s getting off on this?” Liam said.
“He is! Look how hungry he looks!” Kabb bellowed.
He and Hamer looked like they were going to double over laughing. Liam was looking at me like he smelled a steaming pile of shit, but was still sporting a rock-hard, and now-throbbing boner.
“It’s- it’s not true,” I said softly to Eddie, so only he could hear.
“It’s OK if it’s true, Nathaniel,” Eddie said in a low voice.
“Dude, they’re about to make out!” Kabb was pointing at us.
Suddenly, Liam and I weren’t the only ones rock hard anymore. Kabb, Eddie, and Hamer all had throbbing boners too.
Eddie looked at me reassuringly. He put his arms behind his back, leaned against the tiled wall, then looked me straight in the eye, invitingly. My heart was pounding as I took Eddie’s dick in my hand, and searched his face, imploring him for permission. He puckered his lips and winked at me. That was all I needed.
I dropped to my knees and stuffed Eddie's fat, hard, pale cock in my mouth.
“Dudeeeee!” Kabb said.
“He’s actually doing it!” added Hamer. The two of them were cracking up and high-fiving each other.
Someone could have walked in at any time, but I didn’t care. Eddie had one of the most perfect dicks I’d ever seen, and I hungrily sucked him off. In that moment, nothing else mattered.
I allowed my hand to explore Eddie’s manly body, feeling his tight abs, tracing with my fingers the beautiful red happy trail that led down to his magnificent red bush. I looked up at him hungrily — mounds of muscle; big juicy pecs with water drops running down; hard, pink nipples. But it was the way he was looking down at me . . . dominant, hypermasculine, a look I hadn’t seen in quite a while. It only heightened my thirst to worship his big, hetero dick, and I could tell he was getting off on it.
But there was also a sweetness in Eddie’s eyes. Despite the fact that I was a tool for his pleasure, I thought I could see something that I interpreted as a need, not just some pathetic, emotionally-deprived-in-childhood need for comfort and connection gone wrong, dysfunctionally rerouted into sexual desire, and existing only in moments of passion before dying forgotten as quickly as it came. . . . Not that, but a real need to take care of me, like I was his wife. Perhaps I was seeing his primal urges, his inner caveman. I imagined Eddie in animal skins, bearded, wild-eyed, sticking wild pigs with his spear for his woman, his sperm depository. Or perhaps I was just imagining what I wanted to see. . . .
In any case, I was in heaven every second as I licked and sucked and made oral love to Eddie’s fat, luscious dick. I was so blissed out, I didn’t notice at first that Kabb and Hamer had taken position, each one standing on one side of Eddie. Kabb and Hamer were both jerking off and slapping my face with their erections. I looked up to see these three gym-god jocks gazing down upon me.
I turned over to Hamer’s long, uncut dick. It had been a while since I’d tasted uncut. I put it in my mouth and immediately slid my tongue under the foreskin. I’ve always considered uncut dick an acquired taste; sort of the foie gras of gay sex. To the uninitiated and inexperienced, it can be intimidating. But once you develop a more sophisticated palate, it’s incredibly delicious.
The mix of salt, sweat, and unique man funk under Hamer’s foreskin was the spice I’d been waiting for, and I couldn’t get enough of sucking his dick. I wanted it as far down my throat as it could go. I hungrily sucked Hamer’s cock.
“Si, parcero,” Hamer moaned. “Chúpame, cariño.”
Not wanting to remove Hamer’s dick from my mouth, and not wanting to ignore the other two, I jerked off Eddie with one hand and Kabb with the other.
“See? He loves it,” Kabb said.
Hamer had his hands on my head, but he wasn’t using them to gag me on his dick; he was being so gentle. There was something about his machismo mixed with sweetness that was such a turn-on. I was surrounded by these three muscle studs; my back was to Liam. I didn’t know what he was doing, and I didn’t care.
“Good boy,” Eddie said, as I continued stroking him.
I don’t know why, but I just knew that Kabb was going to be the first one to cum. So I wasn’t surprised when his breathing got faster and he yanked my head from Hamer’s cock to his own, and rammed it into my mouth. I expertly took Kabb’s dick as he fucked my mouth and unloaded his cum down my throat. “Ohhhhhhhhh,” he sighed, sounding relieved as he shot spurt after spurt of his straight Christian jock cum. The way his muscles clenched as he came, and the way he made eye contact with me is something I’ll never forget. After I was done swallowing Kabb’s cum, he must have been experiencing post-cum clarity, because he quickly let the communal shower area.
“Dude! Did you cum?” Eddie asked.
“Yeah,” Kabb answered nonchalantly as he hurried off.
The way the dimples showed on his ass as he walked away from us was really fucking hot.
“Dude! He swallowed it!” Eddie said. He was so astonished, it looked like his eyes were bugging out. It was such a turn-on to know I was responsible for the awe he was feeling. Eddie turned to Liam, who I saw was watching intently from the other side of the communal shower.
“You’ve got to try this. He fucking loves it,” Eddie said to Liam.
“Fuck you. I’m not going to let him touch me,” Liam said, still hard as a rock.
Eddie shrugged his shoulders. “Suit yourself,” he said, as he stuck his dick back in my mouth. Seeing me swallow Kabb’s cum did something to Eddie, because his already girthy dick now seemed even harder and thicker than before.
Eddie and I were the only two people in the world as he shoved his thick cock down my throat. “Good boy,” he kept saying to me. Every time he said it, I would feel giddy and suck more eagerly. I didn’t feel shy at all knowing I was being watched and judged by Hamer and Liam. This wasn’t just a blowjob. This was a ceremony.
I relished building up the sexual tension in Eddie, knowing that I was in control of his release. I worshipped this big, strong, heterosexual man in front of me with my homosexual tongue and lips. My hands explored his pale, freckled, muscular body. In my mind it was like he was some kind of Tudor Duke or Earl, and I was his Groom of the Chamber, tending to his private needs.
At one point, with my mouth full of Eddie’s dick, I made eye contact with Hamer. It was in that millisecond that I decided I could no longer be denied. I’d licked and sucked and touched. I’d moaned. I’d cooed. I’d purred. I’d pulled out every trick in my playbook to make this blowjob special for Eddie, to demonstrate my delicate nature. Now it was time to bring it home while Hamer looked me straight in the eye. I knew Hamer could see the intent in my eyes. I knew he could see that I held all the cards — that I would decide when Eddie came. Soon, he too would be helpless in my mouth, subject to my whims.
I picked up the pace, digging my fingernails into the flesh of Eddie’s ass cheeks. I made feminine noises of desire, deference, and satisfaction. I looked up into Eddie’s eyes longingly.
He noticed the change and his reptile brain, his inner caveman, the essence of manhood within him awakened. He became a creature of pure id, pure desire. No longer capable of rational thought, unable to think about anything but his impending orgasm, he emitted an unmistakable series of low grunts.
When he finally came, Eddie didn’t yell or scream or swear, he just let out a contented exhale. I maintained eye contact with Hamer, and to this day I’m convinced Hamer knew the exact second the first spurt of Eddie’s cum hit the back of my throat. He must have seen the bliss on my face, because his expression changed. Just as human males are hardwired to go to war, so are straight guys hardwired to dominate when I submit.
Hamer smiled and shook his hard dick at me while I still had Eddie’s cock in my mouth. Whereas Kabb was purely dominant, and Eddie was kind of shy and coy, Hamer was downright flirtatious. The cocky smile on his face seemed to say, “You know you want me.”
Eddie moaned again as he yanked his dick out of my mouth. I giggled and fluttered my eyelashes flirtatiously at Hamer. He laughed at my histrionics.
I was back under a spell as Hamer put his dick back into my mouth. The taste of him was pungent, but in the best way. There was no doubt this dick was attached to a real man. Hamer began fucking my mouth in earnest. The look on his face was as if he was telling me that when I was sucking him, he was the one in control.
I love being the one who can show a man his true nature, and here was swarthy, gorgeous Hamer coming into his own for the very first time in my mouth.
I had sucked off countless daddies in my life. And until this moment, I couldn’t think of anything better than submitting to a dominant daddy and gratefully worshipping his masculinity. But with Hamer, I experienced the added thrill of a man becoming the daddy he was born to be before my very eyes as he dominated my mouth.
Hamer grew more and more hypermasculine and dominant as I sucked him. He seemed to be transforming before my eyes. Each thrust of his girthy Colombian cock into my submissive mouth only added to his authority of taking possession of me.
When his release came, it was just like the rest of him — fragrant, musky, mature, irresistible. And the thing I loved most about his uncut dick was the way I could wring it dry, the way semen seeped out when I squeezed it, the way I could lick under the hood and taste even more.
After I was done, Hamer turned around and motioned for Liam to come over. “It’s your turn,” he said. Simple but unquestionably dominant.
Liam looked down at me, his face full of disdain. He had a very upper crust, very old-money WASP look about him, and his dick curved just slightly up. He’d been rock hard since the moment we’d gotten in the shower.
I was annoyed that Hamer just offered up my services to Liam, as if I didn’t have the right to choose. But honestly, he was a good-looking guy, so it didn’t matter that he was a fucking douche. I wanted to suck Liam off too.
Unfortunately, I didn’t get the chance.
Liam took his dick in his hands. It got no nearer than six inches from my mouth before his knees buckled and he emitted a low groan. “Oh fuck!!!”
And then, before I’d even had a chance to wrap my lips around it, he had a Quickie Ricky. I knew it! It’s a good thing we were in the shower, because he came and came and came like a fucking faucet all over my face. I’m telling you, I had globs of his cum in my eyes, ears, up my nose (and in case you don’t know, that shit stings!) . . . I have never seen anyone cum as much as Liam.
“Oh my God!” I exclaimed, as Liam kept spurting huge globs of cum directly at my face.
Meanwhile, Hamer was doubled over in laughter. “Oh my- Hahahahhahaaaaa! Eddie! Kabb! Come back! You’ve got to see this.”
Eddie and Kabb, now dressed, walked back over to the showers.
“Oh my God,” Hamer said in between laughs. “Dude. Dude. Ha ha ha ha ha ha!”
I was blushing (who wouldn’t be?), but I still liked the attention.
“OK, OK,” Hamer said after about 5 minutes of laughter. Finally, he settled down and stopped laughing enough to speak. “¡Polvo de gallo!” And then he started laughing again.
“What the fuck, Hamer?” Eddie said. “Speek Eenglaze!”
“Man, fuck yoo, greengo.” Hamer landed a solid bro-fist on Eddie’s shoulder. “It means his rooster kicks up dust too soon.”
“Huh?” Eddie and Kabb both said.
“Damn, you don’t know much,” Hamer smiled at them. “I’m saying that Liam just fucking busted all over Nathaniel’s face before he even got to his mouth!”
“Ohh!” Eddie said. “You mean premy creamy!”
“Premy creamy!” Kabb was laughing so hard he could barely speak. “Bro!” he said, and fist-bumped Eddie. “Dude!” he said. Eddie then fist-bumped Hamer. “Dude,” Hamer said. And that was all they needed to understand one another.
Liam quietly left the shower while the other guys laughed up a storm about his premature ejaculation all over my face. Part of me felt bad for him, but mostly I couldn’t help but to laugh.
Poor Liam . . . Poor Ricky . . .
On the ride back to my apartment, Kabb drove. Eddie was next to him. I sat in the back between Hamer and Liam. I felt completely high and blissed out, as if consuming the cum of these four strapping lads had massively inundated my body with endorphins. It’s as if imbibing their semen was some sort of elixir, some kind of ambrosia, and I was now living among the Gods on a totally different plane of existence.
As the car swayed with the curves of the road, I accidentally bumped against Liam. Each time I did, he’d dramatically jerk away from me, as if I was contagious. When my leg brushed against his, he yelled, “Stop fucking touching me, faggot!”
My heart skipped a beat. This is it. This is where they all decide to hate me.
“Liam, chill the fuck out,” Eddie said coolly, coming to my rescue. When he turned around to look at me, I gave him a grateful smile, and he winked back at me.
Why can’t all straight guys be like him?
Later that day, Eddie sent me a dick pic via text message. The accompanying text said, «Hungry for more?»
I frowned.
I should have been ecstatic but… it was weirdly deflating. I couldn’t figure out why, but Eddie’s text message unleashed feelings of guilt and shame.
Seriously, dude. Lusting after four straight guys and blowing them one by one in the gym shower? This is why people fucking hate us. This is why Grayson hates us. This is why Grayson hates me.
I sighed.
Grayson hates me.
I was immensely bothered. So much so that I left Eddie’s message on ‘Read’ and struggled to sleep that night.
A gorgeous muscular straight guy with a big fucking ginger bush wants me to blow him and I can’t even enjoy it because of fucking Grayson. Are you fucking satisfied, Grayson? Fucking judgmental prick.
I’m not addicted to Nash dick. I’m gonna text Eddie back right now. I’ll suck him off 6 times before sunrise. That’ll show you what you’re missing, Grayson, you fucking asshole.
I closed Eddie’s dick pic and instead opened my text thread with Grayson, and scrolled through two years’ worth of mundane text messages about rides to church and work reports. There was something about the way he expressed himself, even in text messages.
There’s just nobody else like him. I love him. Oh please take me back, Grayson. I promise I’ll be good. I won’t make you angry again, Grayson. I swear.
I wanted so badly to hate Grayson. But my feelings were now stronger than they’d ever been before. It was insufferable knowing I couldn’t call him and I couldn’t go to his house.
After sucking off four straight jocks in the gym shower, you’d think I’d be flying on cloud nine and replaying the fantasy over and over. But the more I thought about it, the more regretful I became; and the more I thought about Grayson, the more embarrassed I felt.
I’m his. I belong to Grayson. I’m not supposed to have sex with other guys. I just proved everything Krell said about me over the years was true. I’m just a slut who wants nothing in life but more dick.
I was spiraling badly. It didn’t help that for the next few days after the shower, Kabb didn’t talk to me or even make eye contact with me. It was like he had decided I had done something wrong when I sucked their dicks, and now I needed to be punished for it. But this was just like Kabb. It was all so juvenile, so homophobic.
He’d been living with me rent-free for three weeks and basically treated me like I was his servant. Then he’d added “personal blowjob service” to my responsibilities, and he’d even taken the liberty of passing me around to his friends. And after all that, he had the audacity to take my act of fellating him and his friends as a personal affront, like I’d done them all some kind of disservice by swallowing their sperm for them in the gym shower.
Fucking straight men. They just don’t understand themselves.
One night, Kabb asked for a steak dinner. I spent the afternoon in fancy markets shopping for him. I bought an expensive cut of Wagyu beef, hand-foraged wild mushrooms, organic Hawaiian onions, and . . . What the fuck am I doing?? As usual, I put the thought aside, and dutifully presented my credit card at the checkout.
That evening, when I was cooking it all for him, like his personal chef, Kabb couldn’t be bothered with me, and was messing around with his phone.
Why is he still giving me the silent treatment? I know he’s thinking about me but he’s playing mindgames, waiting until I say something.
“Are you mad at me for some particular reason?” I asked.
“Huh?”
“You’ve been giving me the silent treatment for a week and I want to know why.”
“You’re doing it again, Nathaniel. You’re getting clingy.”
“I’m not getting clingy! Every time you initiate sexual activity with me you get like this afterward.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he said. “You said you wanted a platonic friendship. I’ve been trying as a Christian man to give you that. It’s not my fault if you’ve caught feelings, Nathaniel.”
“I haven’t caught feelings!” I said, waving my arms up-and-down with the syllables. “But first you rub your dick against my naked body, cum all over my ass, then you stick your dick in my mouth in the gym shower, and the next day it’s always the same: you act like I’ve done something wrong.”
“Look, Nathaniel. If you can’t handle your emotions being around me, I’ll just leave. Is that what you want?”
“I don’t want you to leave.” It sucked to have to say it out loud, because I was essentially giving Kabb permission to treat me like garbage. “I just wish . . . I wish you wouldn’t gaslight me. You initiate the sex and then you act like I’m the one who can’t stop having feelings for you.” I hated myself for it, but my voice started breaking.
“Don’t cry, Nathaniel.” He hugged me. “I may not have feelings for you the way you want me to, but I do care about you. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here. You know that, right?”
I just wished for once he would acknowledge the fact that he’d been the one who’d initiated the sexual acts between us, both times. But I knew there was no way he ever would.
A master gaslighter. It must run in his fucking family.
“Your steak is ready,” I said, and put his t-bone on the table.
He sat down and cut into the red flesh. It looked too rare to me, but that was how Kabb liked it. And I liked watching him eat. There was something just so satisfying about preparing a hearty meal for this gaslighting muscle-stud. Sometimes he would catch me looking at him so intensely, and he’d wink at me or chuckle to himself. The dude absolutely ate up the attention.
After a few minutes, I asked, “Have you heard anything about Krell?” Kabb just shoved another chunk of meat into his mouth. “I just wonder how he’s been doing since everything went down. I can’t imagine he’s still working for your dad.”
“He’s taking time to himself. At home. He hasn’t been back to work,” Kabb said through a mouthful of steak.
Believe it or not, I really was worried about Krell. I hadn’t spoken to either him or Craig since the night of Kabb’s homecoming party. I’d reached out to Craig at one point, but he’d left my text message on ‘Read.’ Apparently, he hadn’t forgiven me for the night I’d outed Krell as Cindy. I thought about going over to the Nash house to do a welfare check on Krell, but then I could hear Grayson’s voice when he said, “Stay away from my family.”
He hasn’t been back to work. Grayson and Pastor Snyder won’t even let him leave the house. I bet they’ve locked him in his room with a Bible and an ultimatum: Don’t come out of this room until you’re straight. Poor Krell.
Kabb didn’t sleep in my bed every night, but after that big steak dinner, he fell asleep before I did, and I just lay on my side, watching him. I thought I heard a noise or perceived a motion, but quickly decided I was just imagining things. And then, someone reached over from behind me and put a cloth rag over my face. My senses were overwhelmed by a cloying chemical smell.
Oh no. Buddy? He’s here to rape me. I panicked. My vision was blurry, but I saw the perpetrator: Krell was standing over me, grinning. Everything was spinning around him.
“Payback’s a bitch,” he said.
I tried to struggle, but the world faded to black.
I don’t know how much time passed before I came to, but when I did, it looked like dawn outside. I was tied to a chair. Krell had used thick ropes and it was useless to try to escape. I didn’t know what he had planned for me, but I was quite sure it was something completely unhinged. Krell had already been barely clinging to his sanity. Whatever brainwashing Grayson and Pastor Snyder had been subjecting him to the past few weeks had likely only made him crazier and even more desperate.
On the other side of the room, Kabb was sitting in a chair, snoring, drooling as he dozed away.
“Kabb!” I said, trying to rouse him to consciousness. “Come untie me before Krell comes back!”
“I’m afraid he can’t help you, Nathaniel,” Krell said.
Out of my bathroom stepped Cindy, wearing a sexy red dress, a long blonde wig, and with impeccable makeup; he looked like an expensive hooker.
“You see, I made him a special protein shake,” Krell said. “I told him to drink up or else I’d blow your brains all over the wall.” pointed a pistol at me. “He must have been scared I’d do it, because he downed the whole concoction in about 30 seconds.”
“What did you put in it?”
“Relax, Nathaniel. It’s not going to hurt him.” Krell smiled. “You’ll have your boyfriend back in no time.”
“He’s not my boyfriend. It’s not like that between us. Kabb is just a friend.”
“Nathaniel . . . You sucked him off in the gym shower. Friends don’t do that; only sexual predators like you do that. You tricked him. You lured him into your web and you took advantage of him. You’re a sick and disgusting excuse for a person.” Krell grew more and more outraged with every word.
“How do you know about that?”
“Liam told me. He saw what you did to me at the homecoming party. And he saw what you did to our dad, in front of all those people. He wanted me to know the disgusting stunt you pulled. How could you do that?”
“But I—”
Krell wasn’t listening. “Those guys took you to the gym to try to befriend you . . . but all you could think about was sucking their dicks. That’s all you ever think about!”
“And did Liam happen to mention that he came all over my face?”
Krell rolled his eyes. “Men are horny. They can’t help themselves. You know that. And you use it to trick men into doing things they don’t really want to do. I wonder how many there have been over the years. Hundreds? Thousands? You’re a disgusting whore. And now,” Krell grinned, “I’m going to make sure you finally get what’s coming to you.”
“Oh, God. Please don’t kill me, Krell!”
He laughed in my face.
“I’d love to kill you, Nathaniel, but unlike you, I have self-control,” he quipped. “I am so beyond sick of bad guys like you always winning. You ruin my life and my dad’s life and Craig’s life—“
“What happened to Craig?” I asked, but Krell just kept talking.
“—and do you pay any price for it? No. You just get the next item on your wish list: Kabb. I’m sick of you ruining lives and getting rewarded for it,” he said, his voice thick with venom.
“It’s not like that, Krell. . . .” I tried to reason with him. From my point of view, I’d lost everything that mattered to me: Grayson.
“So I thought of ways I could make you pay,” Krell continued, still ignoring me. “And at a certain point it came to me. I can never make you suffer for the horrible things you’ve done. Because you have absolutely zero shame. You can’t be sent to prison, because for you, that would just be an all-you-can-eat penis buffet. . . .”
The “horrible things” I’ve done? What horrible things? Hiring Buddy? Please. Such a drama queen. He’s just jealous I got Grayson to fuck me.
“And you can’t be sent to Hell because you’ll just end up as Satan’s bottom bitch. . . . ”
Speaking of Hell, where do you think they send people who drink their own dad’s jizz, Krell?
“You’d probably even get off on watching other people get tortured, you fucking satanic sadist. There’s no punishment that can ever fit your crimes, Nathaniel. The only thing I can do is beat you at your own game.”
“What are you going to do?” I asked with dread, knowing it was going to be really bad. Krell had been sitting in his room for weeks being brainwashed by Grayson, Pastor Snyder, and God knows who else. . . . That’s a lot of time to plan his revenge.
Krell let out a demonic cackle, clearly relishing the power that he had.
Suddenly, Kabb stirred from his rest, and opened his eyes. “What’s so funny. . . ?” He was slurring his words.
“Kabb!” I cried out.
“Hey Nathaniel.”
He was grinning and looked like he was in a fog; he’d clearly been pacified by whatever Krell had drugged him with and didn’t seem to be following the interaction at all.
“What are you going to do, damn it?!” I demanded again.
Krell gave me the most evil smile I’d ever seen. “I gave my big brother his special protein shake and told him to drink up or I’d shoot you. Little did he know, I just drugged him with enough liquid ecstasy to completely obliterate his inhibitions, and with enough Viagra to make a dead man walk.”
The horrible realization overtook me. “Oh God. No. No, no, no, no. Krell, no . . .” I croaked out, aghast.
“I’m afraid so, sweetheart,” he said, relishing this moment. “My brother is gonna be so horny and he’ll have no pesky scruples or morals, no qualms about fucking the very first willing woman he sees.” He admired himself as he ran a hand down his girlish figure, dressed to the nines in a sexy designer gown. “And last time I checked . . . that’s me!”
“You’re not a woman, you’re his brother, Krell!”
“He’ll be too horny to care,” he said.
“Krell, please. Your beef is with me. Kabb is innocent. You can’t do this to him!” I said in anguish. I fought against my restraints, but it was hopeless.
He cackled again and nodded. “Oh, but I can. And there’s nothing you can do but watch, Nathaniel,” he said, mocking my helplessness. “Watch while the man you love fucks me.”
“I don’t love Kabb!” I said. And it wasn’t just something I was saying in captive desperation; it was true. I may have been infatuated with Kabb, but Grayson remained the only man I truly loved.
“Duh. Whores like you aren’t capable of love, Nathaniel. But you’ve enjoyed his body enough. It’s my turn to take a ride,” said Krell. “I’m going to bounce up and down on my brother’s dick. I’m gonna suck and squeeze and jerk and tease until I’ve drained out every last drop of cum out of his balls. And I’m gonna love every last second of it.”
“Where the hell did you get liquid ecstasy anyway?”
“I sucked off Buddy and he gave me a whole bag of fun party tricks,” Krell said.
That’s when Krell’s phone rang.
“Hi, Dad,” he said, taking the call on speaker.
“Krell! Is everything OK?” Grayson asked.
“Grayson! He has a gun!” I yelled.
“Please don’t shoot Nathaniel, son. You don’t want to go to jail. We can work through this,” Grayson pleaded.
“Don’t worry, Dad. I just went into town to see a movie,” Krell replied in an artificially-cheery voice. “Nathaniel’s just being dramatic.”
“Your cell phone location is at Nathaniel’s address. I’m on my way to come get you but . . . there’s been an accident. I don’t know how soon I can get there. Just leave Nathaniel’s house, son,” Grayson said. He sounded terrified — I’d never known him to be scared.
“Just leave here now, Krell, and I swear to God I won’t press charges,” I said, “I won’t ever even tell anybody you were here.”
“Sorry, dad. If you had taken your revenge against Nathaniel two years ago, I wouldn’t have to do this,” Krell said. “I love you.”
“Krell, no—”
Krell turned his phone off.
“Now, where was I? Oh yes,” Krell said, as he then poured a vial of liquid ecstasy into my mouth, and then taped my mouth shut. I had no choice but to swallow. “You’ll be rolling right along with Kabb soon, only–”
My phone rang. Krell grabbed it from my pocket.
“Hello?” He answered on speaker.
“Krell? . . . It’s Craig. Your dad just called me. Said you were at Nathaniel’s house. I tried to call you and it went straight to voicemail.”
“Craig, Pastor Snyder said . . . he said you never wanted to see me again. Because you were embarrassed when everyone found out I was Cindy.”
“That’s not true, Krell. I wanted to see you but Pastor Snyder and your father wouldn’t let me.”
“Come see me now. I’m at Nathaniel’s.”
I felt a tinge of relief. Craig was going to save the day. He’d come to my apartment and tell Krell not to carry out his perverted plan.
“I can’t, Krell. . . . I moved back to Idaho with my parents. I couldn’t afford California after your dad fired me.”
My heart sank.
“Krell, what are you doing at Nathaniel’s?” Craig said.
“I’m getting revenge,” Krell said, again sounding determined. “I love you, Craig. No matter what happens, I always will. Goodbye.”
“Krell, wait—”
Krell turned off my phone. “No more distractions.”
I looked on helplessly as he crawled over to Kabb on his hands and knees. He unbuttoned and unzipped Kabb’s pants, and pulled his soft dick through the hole in his boxers. I watched him stroke Kabb’s dick from top to bottom a few times and look at it lovingly. After a few moments, Krell turned around and faced me.
“I can’t do it. I want to so badly,” he said. “But I’m not you. I can’t bring myself to act the way you do.”
I breathed a sigh of relief.
“So I guess I’m gonna have to lose my inhibitions," Krell said, before pulling a small bag of white powder from his pocket. “Luckily I have some nose candy in my bag of tricks.”
“Krell, no!” I tried to shout through the duct tape on my mouth, but it just came out muffled.
But it was too late. I watched in stunned silence as Krell poured the white powder on a nightstand and quickly snorted it using a twenty dollar bill from his pocket.
Well this situation is fuckkkkkked. Krell just snorted coke and he’s gonna be desperate for dick. And his brother is tripping balls and just so happens to have a big fat juicy penis. The two of them are gonna be horny as fuck with zero inhibitions and I’m gonna have to sit here like an idiot watching them bang like rabbits. Damn it, Grayson. Hurry the fuck up and stop this trainwreck. Otherwise… Kabb and Krell are gonna breed bareback and there’s nothing anyone can do to stop it. And even though I know how wrong it is I’m probably gonna get turned on by watching it. Fuckkkk.
TO BE CONTINUED . . .
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