Chapter 2- Threatened

Pushing the door open, Harvey let out a sigh. If he had known, he would have told his father to pick him up alongside his stepbrother. But alas, he was too drunk and high on drugs to respond to Rory’s message when it came through. Right now, all he wanted to do was rest. 

Going up to his room, he noticed Rory's door was wide open. He entered expecting to see his step-sibling, but the room was empty to him. Not thinking much of it, he left the room. His brows furrowed as he saw that his dad’s door was open. 

He would never leave it open, but it was wide open like he had shoved it open in haste. Harvey’s stomach twisted as he entered the room. And what he saw was the last thing he would have ever expected. 

A sudden wave of emotions rushed over him. Jealousy, rage, disgust—hunger. His hands dug into his pockets, grabbed his phone, and turned it to record him. 

His slutty step-brother was desperately masturbating to his father’s underwear. Harvey always thought something was off about him, but hell, it wasn’t his business; he wasn’t his babysitter, but still, there were times Rory would annoyingly occupy his mind.

He was gay. That was for sure, but what he couldn’t bring himself to understand was why his father? Of all people, his father?

‘For how long?’ The question hung in the air, with no one to answer it. 

He ground his teeth; for some unknown reason, he didn’t like it. He didn’t care for Rory. Not even the slightest.

No, in fact, he hated Rory and his mother for coming into his life. 

So what was this feeling? 

Disgust?

Anger?

Desire? 

Hunger?

As his thoughts stretched on to sexual desires, his cock stretched and hardened against his jeans. The way Rory’s breath hitched and his body trembled, Harvey knew he was close to finishing. 

He flipped the phone to the camera and took pictures, which clearly caught Rory’s attention. Harvey watched as blood drained from his pale skin as Rory stared back at him in shock.

It was clear from the way Rory stared at him that he hadn’t expected him to be back today. 

It was clear as crystal.

Rory’s blood turned to ice the moment he heard the familiar sound. Between his father’s briefs on his head, his eyes landed on his elder stepbrother.

His eyes trailed from his brother's eye to the phone in his hand.

“Harvey,” he whispered, his voice coming out low and troubled.

“Oh my, I didn’t know you were a closeted faggot. But here you are, jerking to my dad’s dirty underwear.”

‘Did he get everything? How long has he been here? Can I lie my way out? What do I even say?’ As thoughts raced through his head, he heard an audio.

He blinked twice as Harvey flipped the screen to him. There was no way he could lie his way out.

“Fuck—fuck—fuck—Daddy, please, please… Do me, do me more!!! Do me harder!! Please, please, please don’t stop.” He heard himself plead with desire. Rory watched as his free hand went to his ass. “Oh, Daddy, Daddy, please!!”

‘Fuck!! Damn it!! I was caught. But of all people, Harvey!!!’

But it wasn’t like there was another person who could have caught them. It would be worse if it were his mother.

That woman hated his guts, for reasons unknown to him, and the feeling was mutual.

His thoughts shifted back to Harvey and his dilemma.

“Harvey, please listen—”

“You are a pathetic faggot, you know.” Harvey mocked, brushing aside his plea because it was irrelevant. 

At this point, begging was simply not an option, but he could think of no other choice. With the proof in Harvey’s hands, Rory could hardly fathom what he had in store for him.

“Delete it…” Rory choked; his throat clawed at his next words. “Please—”

Harvey marched at him, grabbing him by his underwear-covered head, forcing him to his knees. Rory winced painfully at his brother’s grip. Harvey ripped the underwear, glaring down at him. His hand was holding the back of his head, hard and painful.

“Oh, dearest brother, why would I do that?” Harvey sighed, shaking his head as though he was disappointed with his stepbrother’s foolish words. Tilting his head, his eyes colored with a sadistic glee.

“In my hands right now is a national treasure.” Clenching and pulling his hair, this caused Rory to choke, as he felt like his hair was about to rip from his scalp.

“I mean, imagine what Dad would do if he found out that his precious stepson gets off to his dirty laundry.”

Rory’s face burned with shame and pain from his head. “You wouldn’t dare.” 

“Try me…”  The step-siblings stared at each other, then Harvey let out a light laugh.

“You enjoyed yourself, didn’t you?” He suddenly asked, as he gave a sick laugh. Rory’s heart pounded against his chest continuously. He didn’t understand what his brother was playing at and was sure he wouldn’t like it.

Then he used his free hand, shoving Rory’s face down on his hard bulge in his jeans. “You love the thought of him.” 

Harvey lifted his face and smirked. “Surely you can do it with me since my father and I look alike.”

“Harvey—stop—” Rory choked, his breathing as hard as his nose was stuffed against his denim. The musky smell of Harvey's arousal filled his senses. His stomach turned with disgust. Sure, they looked alike, with the same hair and eye color. But Harvey didn't stir anything within him. 

Rory tried to pull away as he watched him unzip his pants, but Harvey’s hand yanked his hair, forcing him to place. 

“Open your mouth,” Harvey commanded as a dark growl left his throat. Rory’s mouth parted in protest, but Harvey used the opportunity to shove his dick into them.

Delicious.

His body shuddered as the sudden warmth wrapped around his dick. The younger siblings struggled, but it was as though the more he struggled, the more enticed Harvey was. 

The taste of Harvey's salty cum steeped in his throat. He felt disgusted with himself as he felt blood rush down his exposed cock, bringing it to life again.

“I see you are hard again.” Harvey mocked, his hips rolling again, pushing deeper into him. 

“I knew you would like it. No, you don’t like it; you love it.” His thrusts were brutal as they were hitting the back of his throat, forcing Rory to gag and his eyes to water.

Harvey kept him in a firm hold. “Come on, take it.” He growled, his hips moving forward. 

Rory choked on the dick in his mouth as saliva dripped down his chin. But that didn’t stop Harvey.

Not at all.

Not one bit.

“Fuck—yes—fuck,” Harvey groaned delightfully, his fingers digging deeper into his hair. “You love this, don’t you? You are definitely imagining sucking my father’s dick. Admit it.” 

Rory whimpered as his body trembled. Everything was betraying him. He could barely speak against Harvey, not with his mouth full of dick. The loss of air slowly caused his vision to blur and his brain to turn into mush.

Rory felt his thrust growing more erratic; his orgasm was close. His body betrayed him as he, too, felt his own release getting closer.

With a rough groan, Harvey spilled his hot cum down his throat, forcing him to swallow it all.

Not a single drop was wasted.

“Good boy.” He mocked, pulling up his pants and zipping them. He was amused by the devilish glare Rory shot at him. “I will call you when I need you.”

He paused at the door, waving the phone at him. “Don’t forget. You are mine, and I own you now.”

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And true to his word, he really was just getting started. For three days, Harvey had continuously called Rory at the wrong hours. Calling him to fulfill his desires and giving him oral sex. 

Rory didn’t like it. Sure, he was born from the same man he was in love with, but that didn’t mean he liked or harbored the same feeling for his idiot offspring.

His phone buzzed beside him; Harvey’s name flashed. 

“Sin City. Room 205. Now.”

Rory could hear his demeaning voice through the text message. The rude command Rory seemed to be getting used to these days. He let out a dry sigh as he left the house. 

Sin City was dimly lit with ruby, violet, and blue. The air was filled with the smell of booze and cigars. Getting to Room 7, he lifted his hands to knock, only for the door to shift slightly. A gap emerges from the side. 

The gap was wide enough for Rory to peer inside. Pressing himself to the wall, he peeked in and saw Harvey and…a woman?

He was railing her like crazy; her loud, drunken moans filled the room. Her long legs were on Harvey’s shoulders, and she arched slightly from the bed. Harvey gripped her ankle and her right breast for stability. His thrusts were brutal as they hit every part of her walls. 

She ignored the pain in her right breast as he squeezed it like he was gripping an orange. The sound of their flesh slapping and hitting each other filled the room.

“Harder!!! Fuck Harvey!!! More, More, More!! Yes! Fuck my wet little cunt.”

Harvey didn’t hold back; he fucked her as she wanted. Shifting the position and lifting her legs over her head, his hand clenching the back of her thigh. He pulled his cock out till just the cap was inside her dripping pussy and, sharply, without hesitation, snapped it back in. 

Rory’s breath hitched as he watched them. This was raw and lustful, harder and sadistic, a lot like how he forces his mouth on his dick. Rory turned around to leave; he couldn’t stay with her anymore. He had no reason to.

But then he heard it: “With this much energy, I didn’t believe you still had energy for me. What… Rory couldn’t get you off?”

Harvey scoffed and slowed his pace—not his thrust. “Him? That human piece of shit? Who would fuck him? I don’t want to catch something from him.” He leaned down and nibbled on her neck, enough to make her gasp.

Rory gritted his teeth as he clenched his hands; he felt the anger grow in his chest. Looking down, he couldn’t believe he was having a boner at a time like this.

“Shameless…” He muttered to himself.