ANMELDENDick For MeChapter 3Hadrian.I stopped everything at once. Mouth gone. Fingers still. Plug unmoving. The denial hit him clean. He groaned into the wood.“Not yet,” I said. “You hold it.”I took the tight cocksleeve from the drawer, warmed it in my hand, and slid it over him in one smooth motion. It gripped every inch. I worked it in long measured strokes, never fast enough to let him finish, always easing off the second his breathing told me he was near.“You’re leaking already,” I murmured. “That’s what happens when you try to carry everything alone instead of telling me. The money. The car. All of it. You make it worse for yourself.”“I know,” he got out. “I’m sorry.”“I know you are. But sorry isn’t the lesson. This is.”I kept the sleeve moving, slow and relentless. Every time he climbed too high I backed off, let him drop, then started again. His arms strained against the straps. His legs trembled. The plug made every shift feel larger than it was.“Please,” he whispered once.
Dick For MeChapter 2Hadrian.“One. Two. Three. You used my money like it was yours.”A little more force. His skin turned pink.“Four. Five. The list on the fridge wasn’t a suggestion. It was an order. You chose to ignore it.”He made a small sound. I paused, rested the paddle against his warming skin.“Answer me. Did you choose to ignore it?”“Yes,” he said, voice rough. “I did.”“Good. Honesty is the only thing that gets you through this.”I resumed, slower now, each stroke deliberate. Six. Seven. Eight. The color deepened. I watched the way his muscles tightened and released under the leather straps.“You spoke to me like I was someone you could dismiss. In my kitchen. After everything I’ve done for you.”Nine. Ten. A harder pair that made him rock forward against the desk. His breathing was shaky now.I set the paddle down long enough to open the small tin in the drawer. The basic plug was simple, smooth, nothing fancy. I coated it, then pressed two slick fingers against him, wo
Dick For MeChapter 1Hadrian.I sat behind my desk in the evening. It was already getting really dark. I heard his footsteps in the hallway, and that familiar pause before he knocked.“Come in, Camden.”He stepped through and I watched his face as I reached past him and turned the key. He stood there in his jeans and old t shirt, hands loose at his sides, trying not to look nervous.“Sit,” I said, nodding at the chair in front of me. He sat. I stayed quiet a moment, just looking at him. Twenty three years old and still living half under my roof. I folded my hands on the desk.“You know why I called you in.”He shifted. “I can guess.”“Don’t guess. Tell me what you think this is about.”Camden’s eyes flicked to the locked door, then back to mine. “The money. And the stuff around the house.”“Start with the money.”He rubbed the back of his neck. “I used the card. I know I wasn’t supposed to.”“You used it three times last week. Four hundred and sixty dollars on things I never approved
Fucked in the shower for missing the game.Chapter 3Axel. I cannot look away from the change in his eyes. The anger is still there, but under it sits something heavier and deliberate. Connor does not step back. He stays close enough that I feel the heat coming off him through the leftover steam.“You heard me,” he says. “You are going to be punished.”My mouth goes dry. “You cannot just say that and expect me to stand here.”“I can.” His voice drops lower. “And you are going to listen.”I try to move past him toward my bag. His hand comes up and rests flat against the wall beside my head, not touching me yet, but blocking the way clear enough.“Connor, this is messed up.”“Is it?” He tilts his head. “You cost us the season. I am not asking for a speech or another apology. I’m telling you how this ends.”The towel around my waist feels too thin. Water still beads on my shoulders. I force a short laugh that does not land right. “So what, you are going to make me run laps? Clean the gy
Fucked in the shower for missing the game.Chapter 2Axel.I keep my eyes closed under the spray a few more seconds, letting the hot water run over my face. The door clicks shut behind me. Footsteps move across the wet tile. I already know the sound of those sneakers.“Turn around,” Connor says.I shut the water off and wipe a hand over my eyes before I face him. He stands a few feet away, still in his jersey, arms crossed. The other two guys from earlier are gone. The bathroom is quiet except for the drip of a faucet.“What do you want, Connor?”“Answers.” He takes a step closer. “You cost us that game. You know it. I know it. Everyone on that bench knows it.”I grab my towel from the hook and wrap it around my waist. “I missed some shots. It happens.”“Not like that. Not when we needed them.” His voice stays low but tight. “You were late on every rotation in the last three minutes. You let their guard blow by you twice. And those open threes? You make those in practice with your eye
Fucked in the shower for missing the game.Chapter 1Axel.I bounce the ball once, twice, then dribble hard toward the top of the pitch. My sneakers squeak on the floor, the scoreboard glows 68 to 64 with under two minutes left. We are down, and it’s all on me.“Axel, clear out!” Connor shouts from the wing. His voice cuts through the noise of the small gym. “Screen left, then roll!”I plant my feet and try to set the screen for Marcus. The defender slides past me like I am not even there. Marcus drives, kicks it back out, and I catch the pass with both hands. Open pass. I rise up for the three.The ball hits the front of the rim and bounces long. A collective groan rolls through our bench.“Come on, man!” Connor jogs past me as we scramble back on defense. “You had all day. Just shoot the damn thing.”“I know,” I mutter, but my voice sounds weak. My head is not right. I keep seeing that empty food bowl on the kitchen floor this morning, the one my cat usually knocks over by seven. He
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