The Mask Game

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Ive hated my stepbrother Blaise for years. Ever since our parents forced us into the same family, hes been the one person I cant standand the one I cant stop watching. Every glance between us feels like a challenge, every word like a spark waiting to ignite.

At a crowded party, my friends suggest a reckless game: two teams, masks hiding our identities, chasing each other through the house.

No rules. No witnesses.

Behind a mask, anything can happen.

And if I find Blaise first, maybe Ill finally give in to the violence Ive imagined for years.

Because the truth is, my obsession with him has never been simple hate.

Caleb's POV

The house is crowded. Music blasts through the speakers from every corner of the room, people already drunk and dancing to the heavy bass.

Allie laces her fingers in mine as I lead us through the sweaty bodies until I reach Samson and Keith, my friends from college. They greet me, then nod to my girl.

Its more than what theyve done over the last twelve months. They arent fans of her since she cheated on me last year, always telling me to ditch her.

I didnt care enough to break up with her.

Their eyes lift to the person behind me, and I sigh. Allie asked Mia to come. Fuckface decided he had to join because he cant go one hour without being stuck to her side.

Blaise ignores me and goes straight to my friends.

Samson leans forward and shakes Blaises hand. Been a while, man. Hows life treating you?

Blaise sits down and brings Mia onto his knee. They get into a discussion about football and how my stepbrother wants to do tryouts, and I take Allie to get drinks to try to forget the asshole is here.

For a few hours, I steer clear of him. Ive probably done too many shots and smoked far too much weed. I navigate my way from the kitchen to the sitting room, dropping onto the couch in front of Blaise.

Why are you still here? I ask him, noticing Mia is dancing with Allie by the stairs. I inwardly huff when they notice us and head over.

Get fucked, Blaise spits, taking another drink of his beer.

My eyes absently zone into the way his throat moves with each gulp. I wish I could cut it wide open and watch the way his blood flows out. Id make sure I drained every drop, bleed him dry, then sit by while he turns blue and lifeless.

Theres a tick in my jaw, and I drag my gaze to his face instead.

Stop talking to me, he adds when I dont snap back.

I laugh and kick my legs up on the table between us. Daddy wont like it if he knows his little princess is drunk the night before practice.

Even though hes done with high school, he still plays on their team for the next two weeks. He grits his teeth and goes to retort, but were interrupted by my friends.

Im handed another joint, and I keep my eyes on Blaise as I fill my lungs with the toxic smoke and blow it in his direction. With a grimace, he waves his hand in front of him, giving me the death stare that doesnt even slightly scare me.

Im bored, Samson says, sitting next to Blaise. Lets play a game.

Allie sighs as she approaches with Mia. Please dont say Never Have I Ever.

Getting comfortable pressed up to my side, she drops her head to my shoulder, lacing our fingers while I inhale on the joint and pass it back to Keith. Blaise only stares at me, his eyes narrowing. I bet the fucking prick will tell his dad that I was smoking weed tonight.

My brow quirks, and he averts his eyes to his girlfriend. Such a fake asshole. Always pretending he actually fucking likes her.

What game, then?

Samson hums, thinking to himself before clicking his fingers. Well have two teams. One chases the other, and if you catch them, you can beat them the fuck up or just take your point as winning.

Blaise snorts. Whats the point? What do we get if we win?

Well decide later.

Sounds dumb.

His voice irritates me. I can imagine my fist laying into his smug face, but the idea of letting my mom down again makes me rein it in.

Im not on his team, Blaise says as he gestures to me, and my right eye twitches. Hell cheat.

I scoff. Fuck off. No one even wants you here.

Mia scowls. Hey! Allie asked us to come!

Fuck Allie too. Relationship or not, she fucked me over by asking her friend to come tonight. I never hang out with Blaise. Id rather rip my own balls off.

The only reason Mia knows Blaise is because I told Allie she could bring a friend to the stupid wedding of our parents. Biggest mistake ever.

He doesnt deserve to be happy. I hope she cheats on him and breaks his fucking heart.

How many people are here? Samson asks.

Twenty-five.

Great! Hes grinning as he stands. One can be the referee. Do you still have the masks from Halloween? The black and the white ones with the blank faces?

Yeah, Keith replies. And the black hoodies.

Lets do it. Twelve on each side. We wear masks and hoodies to hide who we are. Bring a little fun into it.

Keith vanishes, and the party continues. The music gets louder, and Blaise is on his seventh beer. If he drinks any more, I wont need to tell his dad. Hell get caught. But of course, hell get a free pass regardless of how strict our parents are.

If it was me who had something on the day after partying, Id get my ass handed to me and kicked out. Im too broke to survive outside of the house.

Allie pulls my arm. Lets go back to my place. We dont need to play the chasing game.

I ignore her, downing my drink and looking around, losing sight of Blaise. I cant see his girlfriend either, so maybe theyve had the same idea.

My girlfriend looks up at me with puppy dog eyes. Caleb, please. I want to have sex.

Saving the day C because I really cant be fucked with going home and having Allie slopping up my cock or riding me until I force myself to come C Samson returns with a box filled with the masks we all wore at the Halloween-themed football party last year before we all split up and headed for college.

All of them are the same style. Blank face masks with no design. The chasers will wear white, and the runners will wear black.

No weapons allowed. No inflicting fatal injuries. No siding with the other team to beat down the other. No phones.

With my lack of a response, Allies moved on to kissing my throat. Lets go upstairs instead. I want to walk around this party with your cum leaking out of my pussy, baby. Come on. Before they pull us into our teams.

My cock shows no reaction to her words, even as shes tugging at me to go upstairs with her and grabbing at me through my pants. She pouts when she finds me soft C the same way I was last night while she was on her knees for me.

Its been happening a lot. I have next to no interest in sexual pleasure. We havent had sex in a while. Maybe thats one of many signs to break up with her.

Her lips part to say something else, but Samson grabs everyones attention.

Okay. Lets choose teams!

I try to peel Allie off me while she hangs on to my arm like Im about to disappear. Shes so damn horny when shes drunk.

I still cant see Blaise. Hopefully, he left, because the urge to kick his face in during this game is too much. Ill probably kill him if I end up on the opposite team. It would be a damn miracle if I found him first.

When Blaise staggers into the room, I roll my eyes and gulp the rest of my drink, barely registering the burn down in my throat. He drunkenly crosses his arms and leans against the wall opposite me, his hair disheveled.

I look at Mia and roll my eyes at her fixing her skirt, the smudged lipstick, the redness of her throat. I feel sorry for her having to spend so much time with him.

Shes best friends with Allie. I might lie and say she tried to fuck me to ruin their friendship. Itll put an end to me and Blaise being at the same parties.

Why are you staring at Mia? Allie asks, and I turn to look at her, at the frown between her brows. Do you want her? Is this because of what happened last week? Im sorry. I promise I stopped texting him.

She was talking with her professorflirting, to be exactand I had to pretend I cared enough and used that as one of the reasons I dont want to fuck her when she cried to me about needing to be screwed.

Caleb and Blaise should choose teams.

My brows raise as I bring my attention back to my friends. They know I hate my stepbrother. Theyve seen me pin the bastard to his locker by the throat and demand he make his father leave my mom.

I hated him when he came into my life years ago, and I still hate him now.

Caleb's POV

It takes ten minutes to form teams. Blaise chooses Allie, so I choose Mia. I smirk at his evil glare when she comes to stand beside me and smiles up at me.

Shes pretty. Im tempted to actually fuck her and record it, just to piss him off.

We get our masks and black hoodies, pulling the hoods up to hide our hair, and everyone makes their way to the back of the house. Samson lives in the middle of nowhere with woodland surrounding us C easy to get lost, but also easy to hide a body if needed.

I might kill my stepbrother tonight.

No one speaks a word as the only person who isnt playing stands in front of us. The runners get a two-minute head start. Remember the rules. Go!

They scatter, some already tripping over their feet, others shooting off and out of sight.

Hopefully, I dont catch Allie. Shell probably try to make me fuck her into the dirt like some rape fantasy where she begs me to stop. She loves that.

But I cant be bothered with her over-exaggerated moans and clawing at my back when Im barely inside her. Im starting to think I dont love her the way I thought I did. The way my therapist insisted I admit to. My feelings are blank when it comes to my relationship.

I forced myself to think I felt that way about her. Mom wanted me to get a girlfriend, and I was trying to please her and prove Im not a total waste of space after we ran from my father, so I found the best-looking chick at school and told her she was mine.

One, Samson yells, jumping on his toes as I adjust my mask. Two.

Im hunting down Anabelle and tearing through her cunt, Keith says, his voice muffled by his mask. Shes been giving me the eyes all night.

The rules, dipshit. Someone laughs, shaking their head at our friend. Nothing about fucking them.

He chuckles. Watch me.

Three. Go!

Everyone splits up, and I set off toward the woods, my fists clenched and ready to beat the shit out of someone. Especially Blaise for being a wanker earlier. Ill pound his ass into the ground, and he wont even know it was me.

Mom cant give me shit about it this time.

Its dark, so I can barely see once I get deep within the trees. But when I hear screams, it gives me a push to keep running, to catch some sorry fucker and take my anger out on them.

Anticipation ignites within me when I see someone running up ahead. I quicken my steps and begin the chase, enjoying the way my heart races and the adrenaline injects into my veins. They glance over their shoulder, noticing me, the moon shining through the canopy leading me toward them.

Theyre running so damn fast; I nearly lose them a few times while dodging branches and jumping over fallen trees.

The person stumbles, and I take the opportunity to tackle them to the ground, pinning them face down into the dirt. My body is alive as they thrash beneath me. More alive than it ever has been.

Trying to free themselves by pushing against the dirt, I grab the back of their head over the hood and shove them down. My weight on their back keeps them in place, and I close my eyes, trying to relax the urges.

My heart beats so fucking hard. But thats not the only thing.

The need to hurt this person is there, but it tamps down as I realize my cock is straining in my pants.

Confused, I stare down at where my bulge glows under the moonlight as it presses into the persons ass.

Im rock solid, stabbing into the person beneath me, who isnt even fighting back anymore or attempting to get away. Theyre trying to control their erratic lungs and digging their fingers into the dirt.

Its definitely not Allie. Shed be screaming and slapping and demanding I get the fuck off her until she realizes its me and rips off her own clothes.

Who am I kidding? Shed do that with anyone. Ive lost count of how many times shes gone elsewhere for a fuck. Ive beaten guys for simply thinking of disrespecting me, but thats the only reason. I dont feel hurt or anger when she fucks around behind my back.

This person is tall like me, has a big build, and I think I might be digging my cock into a guys ass. Regardless of this knowledge, I hold their nape, keeping them in place as my urge to win takes over, and I rock my hips forward.

Depravity courses through my bloodstream as I feel myself getting even harder.

Get the fuck off me, the strained, muffled voice warns.

Despite everything within me, telling me to get off this guy and beat him up so he never finds out who just dry thrusted against his ass, my balls tighten, and I force him farther into the dirt by the neck.

St-op, they whisper, but theres no fucking fight left in them.

I straighten my arms, shoving down the persons hood at the back, pausing when I see short dark hair. Reality hits me that I might actually be hard for a guy right now, but I still dont get off them.

Fuck. My pulse thunders in my ears at the softness of their hair as I slide my hand up their nape and brush my fingers through the wavy strands.

And my cock twitches even more, my lungs burn with the need for pleasure C I havent felt this way in months. Something inside me snaps. I stand up, roughly yanking the person to their knees by their hair. They dont move as I stare down at the black mask.

Whoever this is, theyre submitting. How far will they let me go?

Reaching for the chin of the mask, they dont stop me as I slide it up, and I hesitate, my heart fucking thundering and cock pulsing as I stare down at my stepbrother.

I swallow past a sudden lump in my throat, my eyes zoned into his lips, his fucking mouth.

His heavy breaths C how audible they are.

Why am I getting harder?

The green eyes I need to stare at every day are locked onto my mask, reminding me that Ill never be as good as him. Ill never be the family good boy or excel in college. Im the reject, the black sheep who is nothing but a disappointment like my father, and its all because of this prick.

I grit my teeth as I snatch his jaw, reaching for my belt and unbuckling it quickly, unable to think straight. Open, I say, doing everything I can to hide my voice. Open your fucking mouth.

Blaises eyes widen, but he doesnt refuse or tell me to fuck off. He doesnt tell me he has a girlfriend or that hes not interested. He doesnt realize his eyes are dropping to his stepbrothers cock.

I fist my thick length, precum already leaking from the tip as I rim his soft lips that are begging to wrap around me. I can tell by the look in his eyes. Terrified yet needy.

Blaise is nervous C the breaths falling from his lips arent from running.

He doesnt even know whose dick is in his face. I wonder how his dad would react if he saw his angelic son sucking his stepsons dick? I dont even have my phone on me to record this moment.

Grabbing a handful of his hair, I tug his head back, rubbing the underside of my cock against his mouth and letting a deep groan leave my strained throat. I should be ashamed of this C I have a girlfriend. And this is Blaises mouth Im rubbing my cock against.

Tongue out, I say, low and demanding.

I tighten my grip on his hair as the heat of his tongue slides against the underside of my cock. As much as this is a way to punish him, Im dying to slide my cock into his mouth, to feel how good he is at sucking.

Ive never had a guy suck my cock before. Fuck, Ive never done anything with a guy before. Why is this even happening? Why is my body reacting this way? Why do I want to pin him down and force him to take every inch into his throat?

His hands fly up to push at my thighs as I thrust into his mouth, finally giving me some resistance. And damn, it feels so good. Hes trying to shove me away, even as hes wrapping his lips around my cock, making my balls tighten and tingle.

I hold the back of his head, keeping my balance as I pull him toward me, forcing him to take another inch.

There are voices around us. Someones screaming for someone to stop. I think it might be Blaises girlfriend. Maybe shes being choked the fuck out, the same way Im choking her boyfriend out with my dick.

I force my way deeper, feeling his throat contracting around me. His eyes are watering, and I want to take a picture so I can show him. I could use it as blackmail the next time he tries to use my mom against me, the conniving little bastard.

Rage consumes me, thinking of all the times hes made me look like the bad guy to our parents, and I grab both sides of his head and roughly fuck his mouth, reveling in the sound of him gagging and gasping around my thickness.

Is it bad that Allie doesnt make me feel this way? This fucking feral while getting a blowjob? Im like an animal as I completely ruin him until his hands slide from my thighs, giving up as I control his head.

I dont think hes breathing, but his eyes stay glued to my mask. I guess hes still somehow alive as I repeatedly slam into his mouth.

Another scream from behind, too far away to see what Im doing to Blaise, so I go faster, harder, feeling the swollen crown bruising the back of his throat until Im seeing stars.

My head falls back, elongating my neck as I grit out a moan.

The muscles in my thighs bunch as I try to stay at this fast pace, faltering as he whimpers and chokes around my cock. I clench my jaw, groaning as the tightness around my balls gets too much.

Fuck.

Fucking fuck.

I swear through my mask as I still, robbing him of air as I keep my cock buried deep. My cum leaks down his throat in spurts until my vision blurs, and I nearly lose my balance.

He drinks every drop, his wet eyes on my mask as I stay in position, my fingers digging into his skull until I pull out of his mouth and shove him back.

Blaise doesnt get a second to catch up on reality before I drive my fist into his face, knocking him out.

Stepping away, I stuff my cock back into my pants, breathless, my chest heaving as I try to figure out what the fuck Ive just done. Blaise is unconscious in the dirt with my cum coating his throat, and I dont regret it.

Ive never been interested in a guy. Not that Im interested in this asshole C I just wanted to ruin him and my cock got in the way.

Blaises pants are completely tented. It seems my stepbrother liked sucking dick. I can see the wet patch through the material from the moons glow cracking through the tree canopy.

I chuckle deeply to myself, shaking my head as I turn and leave him in the middle of the woods, officially done with this fucking game.

Blaise's POV

Scalding water pours down my back as I stare down at my engorged dick thats bobbing against my wet stomach. Its been rock hard since that night, when I was chased down by some masked stranger as part of a game and forced to choke on his dick while mayhem ensued all around us, like a twisted symphony of terror. I can still feel my knees sinking into the soft grass, its earthy scent clogging my nostrils. Power thrummed through him as he ripped off my mask.

While I kneeled before him, my heart thrashed madly behind my ribs. He hesitated, and that moment of hesitation, the slight hitch in his breath, made my dick weep behind my zipper.

Fuck, I mutter, grasping my veiny length and giving it a firm stroke.

Ive lost count of how long Ive been in this fucking shower, tormented by memories of that night.

Im not gay.

So, I might have a secret obsession with my stepbrother, but that doesnt make me gayright?

Besides, I dont know where the hell he was while I was choking on a strangers dick and loving every twisted minute.

Note to self: New kink unlocked.

Well, until he knocked me out with a single punch.

My obsession with my stepbrother has been a thing of mysteries, never thistangible as it is now while I drag my thumb over the crown of my cock.

A groan reverberates through me, and I drop my chin to my chest. Fuck, I want a repeat. Only this time, I want my stepbrother in the strangers place C his fingers digging into the side of my skull.

Id do anything to see him unleash his inner demons and allow them out to cause a little havoc with mine.

Despite what he likes to think, were not that dissimilar. His violent tendencies and my darker desires circle each other every time were in a room together.

Pleasure ripples down my spine, and my abs contract as I visualize my stepbrothers cruel smirk.

While Ive always been dominant with my girlfriend, never one to offer up my control freely, its different with Caleb. His overpowering presence leaves no room for anything but complete submission.

With a predator like him, my power is found in my submission. If I push back, I lose. However, if I willingly sacrifice myself to his hunger for anarchy and complete destruction, he loses.

Though he may think hes the one in complete control, the mask slips when he gives in to those carnal urges.

I havent succeeded yet, but I will.

My balls draw up tight, and I bite down hard on my lip. The water is slowly turning cold, raising goosebumps on my reddened skin while I jerk my cock as though I have a vendetta against it.

Im so damn horny, and nothing can satisfy this growing need thats festering inside me?

A slender arm slides around my waist, and I stiffen as Mia trails her lips over my back. You should have woken me up. I could take care of you.

Gnashing my teeth, I bite back a curse and slowly turn to face her. As she smiles up at me, the cold water hardens her rosy nipples.

She reaches for my dick. What were you fantasizing about thats made you so hard, baby?

Her voice is all wrong.

Where Caleb has hard muscles and rippling abs, she has soft curves.

Where Caleb is sharp angles and vicious glares, shes sweet smiles and peals of laughter.

My cock threatens to deflate as she drops to her knees.

I try so fucking hard to get into it, but this position fails to scratch the itch even as I bury my fingers in her damp locks.

The only person who could satisfy it is blasting music across the hallway like a fucking asshole.

My eyes fall shut, and I force myself to focus on her mouth around my cock. Her head bobs in my hands, and she moans, but no matter how much I try, I cant come.

I just fucking cant.

Not like this, and certainly not with her.

Whats wrong? she asks in a broken voice as I exit the shower.

Icy panic crawls up my legs and clenches my abdominals while I scrub my hair with a towel, blocking her out behind me.

Why does she have to be so good and pure?

I crave mayhem and darkness.

Talk to me, baby.

I tie the towel around my waist and then drag my hand through my ruffled hair, smoothing it down. Nothing is wrong. Im just not in the mood.

Lies. My cock aches; its that damn hard.

Mia continues watching me with her doe eyes, but I dont look at her again as I exit the bathroom.

Her steps follow me into the bedroom, and she stays silent while I pull a T-shirt over my head.

After locating my jeans on the floor, I drop the towel and shove my foot through the pant leg.

Youre still hard.

Dont I know it?

Your point?

Why wont you let me make you feel good?

Sighing, I zip up my pants and then meet her worried eyes.

A part of me wants to reassure her and tell her everything is fine, like I always do when she gets in one of these moods. But I just dont have it in me right now, confused by my stormy emotions. Nothing is clear-cut.

Pausing, I let my eyes drift down her naked, wet body.

Her perfect curves would drive any man crazy, so why could I take it or leave it? Why am I not on my knees, worshiping her pink cunt and making her moan my name?

Why do I feel this inexplicable pull toward my stepbrothers room?

Its all fucked up.

My secret fixation on him shouldnt bleed into my reality.

She turns away from me, and the relief I feel is immense.

Blowing out a breath, I drag a hand down my face, then snatch my phone off the dresser.

My brows furrow as I read over a text from an unknown number.

Unknown: My dick begs for more when I think of you on your knees, and your mouth stuffed with my cum.

Heart in my throat, I type out a reply.

Me: Whos this?

His response is immediate.

Unknown: Your worst nightmare.

Mia walks past me in a cloud of perfume and hurt feelings, her shoulder brushing my chest. Are you coming or not?

I look up from the screen, only to be met by her arched brow. My cock twitches inside its denim confines as the phone burns my hand. I pocket it, then hold the door open for her. After you.

Blaise's POV

Mia talks to Allie and my stepmom, Rachel, while I spend the entire breakfast staring at my phone. Despite how much I hope another message will pop up on the screen, nothing else comes through.

I want tono, I need to find out who hid behind that mask.

A small hand lands on my bulge beneath the table, and I frown at Mia, who ignores me while smiling at my stepmom. She swiftly frees my dick and pumps the hard length.

What the hell has gotten into her today? This is Mia, the good girl, the girl who never steps out of line or takes risks, like jerking her boyfriend in front of his parents.

Im two seconds away from removing her hand, when my eyes clash with Calebs across the table.

He glances down as though he knows exactly whats going on, and I struggle to decipher the flash of emotion that darkens his eyes. Its stormy, toxic, and unlike anything Ive seen on his face before.

Precum leaks from my dick as he holds me captive with his blue eyes that burn with enough intensity to curl my toes.

Beside me, Mia throws her head back and laughs at something my stepmom says.

Her small hand works my cock until I can barely fucking breathe, fighting the inevitable. One more push, and Ill topple.

The way Caleb watches me makes my mouth go dry.

My breath picks up, and my knuckles turn white against the edge of the table.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Caleb leans over and whispers in Allies ear before straightening back up and smirking like a damn villain.

I need to talk to you, Allie says to Mia, who pauses with her hand on my dick.

What the hell? I could cry.

Now? Mia asks as Allie stands up.

Its important.

I almost snatch her hand back. Almost tell her to finish me off before she leaves.

My balls throb, and its all thanks to the asshole across the table, whose smirk remains in place as he picks up his phone. He types out a quick text, and then his eyes are back on me, a dark, deadly abyss I could drown in.

His mom asks him questions while I tuck my aching dick away. Blue balls are the last thing I need.

He leaves, taking his hard glares and heady scent with him, and I pick up my phone and swipe the screen.

No new messages.

My heart sinks, and I tap my thumb against the side as thoughts of my masked mystery man crowd my head.

I need a repeat of that night.

I need it like my next breath.

My phone pings, and I pick it up so fast that my stepmom throws me a startled gaze as she pours orange juice into her glass. My dad, whos spent the last half an hour reading the newspaper, folds it up.

Unknown: Jerk that fat cock for me and send me a video.

Are you okay, Blaise? You look flushed.

Torn from my thoughts, I open my mouth to respond, when another message pops up on the screen.

My eyes home in on it like a missile.

Unknown: Now.

My fingers fly across the screen, and then, after hitting send, I scoot my chair back, offering Dad and my stepmom a smile.

Me: Not until you reveal your identity.

Ive never fled a room so fast before without making it look like Im running.

Unknown: You want to see me?

Locking myself in the downstairs bathroom, I plop down on the toilet seat as an attachment pops up on the screen. I click on it at record speed, then gulp at the photo of a veiny dick.

I honestly never thought Id be into other guys dicks, but mine jerks a little as I lick my lips.

Unknown: Like what you see? Stroke your cock for me. Make it leak with precum.

Fuck, I whisper, unzipping my jeans with trembling hands and squeezing my hard length.

Im so aroused it wont take much at all.

I record a short video, then hit send before I can change my mind.

His response tingles my balls.

Unknown: Do you want to know what went through my mind while I pounded your tight throat?

Chest heaving, I reply to his text while a bead of sweat trails down my temple.

Me: Tell me.

The sound of slapping skin and my labored breaths fill the tense silence as I wait for his reply.

Unknown: Beg me.

Fucking cock tease, I mutter.

Me: Please tell me what you were thinking as you fucked my throat.

More precum seeps from my dick, so I swipe it up with my thumb, then lick it off while imagining his taste on my lips.

Unknown: I was thinking how fucking pathetic you were, gagging on my dick and clawing at my thighs as though Id let you breathe if you hurt me. Spoiler: I wouldnt. Youd die suffocating on my fat cock first.

Pleasure bursts behind my eyelids, but I manage to hold off from climaxing too soon, like a pubescent boy, greedily awaiting his next message.

Unknown: Is that what you want, Blaise? To be fucked to within an inch of your life and left ruined and covered in cum?

When I fail to respond, another message pops up.

Unknown: Answer me.

Insufferable prick, I mutter.

Me: Yes, I want you to ruin me with your dick.

His immediate response has my throbbing dick twitching in my grip.

Unknown: Careful of what you wish for.

Unknown: Now film yourself coming all over your hand, then send it to me.

Hands trembling, I press record, stifling a moan while jacking my dick with renewed effort. Im a savage beast, tapping into desires I never knew existed.

Well, I had an inkling, but I never realized the ferocity behind the desire currently flooding my veins like a powerful, intoxicating drug.

Sex with my girlfriend pales in comparison to this.

Sex never had meaning until now.

Cum erupts from my dick, raining over my hand, and I choke on my saliva as I shudder through the strongest orgasm Ive ever experienced.

It never fucking ends.

As seconds turn into minutes on the screen, I milk my dick dry, relishing the image hell soon see of my hand, coated in cum, as it beats my cock in time with my heaving breaths.

When my pulse returns to a semblance of normal, I hit send?

A loud bang on the door startles me, and I jump ten miles into the air.

You in there, fuckface? If youre not in the car in five, were leaving without you. Calebs voice drips with humor.

Oh, right, I need my car fixed so I dont have to catch rides from my insufferable stepbrother.