TABOO RISING

FIVE YEARS AGO. 

(CARLTON) 

“Hooking up with a guy when you have a girlfriend doesn’t make you gay, right?” I cup my phone’s speaker. “I don’t want to be bisexual, but he’s so hot it hurts.” 

Mom hums a silent song; a red ample tulle dress, high-end jewelry, and eyes sparkling like a teenager. 

My panic stems from the fact that Mr. Anonymous hookup is in the same restaurant as Mom’s boyfriend. 

Tires screech in front of a restaurant. The driver alights from the car and opens Mom’s door. 

Stepping out of my seat, I slam the door shut. The winter chill hits me like an arctic blast, marring my hair to my face. Mom sways her hips wistfully, slipping into the restaurant.

Finding the nearest guy came naturally to Selene, but getting me his picture is rocket science. Absurd, indeed.  

“Dahmer piled up his body count by luring dick-hungry freaks like me,” I whisper. “Yet you trust a stranger?”

“You’d be in a restaurant swarming with people.” She chuckles. “Besides, you’re getting your desired dick.” 

“Dahmer’s victims had their desired dicks before being butchered.”

“Ugh!” She drawls in a teasing voice. “Has he texted you yet?”

CHIME!

My heart lurches as I read the message. 

WIERDFIRSTTIME: “I’m leaking like a broken pipe. Come fix me in the bathroom, Bunny.” 

Something stirs in my pants, too shameful to name. 

ME: “On my way!” 

WIERDFIRSTTIME: “Come already!” 

He doesn’t mean it that way, but it doesn't change the effect his words have on me. 

“Thank you, Fuck-planner,” I say, dipping my phone into my pocket. 

Hazel eyes meet mine as I enter the restaurant. Silky dark hair, a polite green dress, and a bright smile. 

Mom waves at me. “Hurry up, Carlton.” 

Two plush sofas separated by a glass table, with the girl sitting opposite mom. 

I extend a hand. “Carlton.” 

“Amanda,” the girl beams. “Your mom told me a lot about you. You’re hoping to own an insurance company someday.”

Mom scratches the shell of her ear.

Loose mouth!

I nod, “Yes, I do.” 

Where’s Mom’s boyfriend?

My cell beeps before I can ask. 

WIERDFIRSTTIME: “You’re killing me, Bunny. Where are you?” 

Moisture slips between my legs. This man is my undoing. 

I breeze past Amanda before she starts jabbering. Damn Mom’s glare, the grumble of people as I jostle them aside, and the leering eyes tracking me as I head to the bathroom. 

Squeezing my eyes shut, I twist the knob and step in. Cedarwood perforates my senses. 

I don’t spin to see who’s behind me, but the prick of my neck confirms how intense he is. 

Panting; husky and deep, bounce through the walls, turning my cock to stone. 

Mom would accept me for who I am, but I refuse this. Dad used to call me an alpha male. What kind of alpha male gets bent over? 

“So pretty.” Large, strong hands lock around my neck. “Look at me, Bunny?” 

I stifle a yelp as he forces my jaw open, spitting into my mouth.

What the BEEJEZUS?!

Saliva mixed with cum. 

I should be disgusted.

I’m not. 

A moan escapes me as he squeezes my ass. “Am I rotten enough for you?” 

“No kisses, no blow job, just fuck me.” I push back against his groin. “Raw, hard, rough. I want to feel it till I die. Because this is my first and last time doing this.” 

From my periphery, I catch a glint of golden orbs, brimming with lust. 

“If I kiss you, you’ll bleed,” he bites down on my ear.  

I whimper in bitter bliss. “Then don’t.”

“If I fuck your throat?” He laps the burn with saliva. “You’ll lose your voice.” 

“You’re proud,” I grind my teeth as he kisses my shoulder, down to my butt. “Show, don’t tell.” 

In one swift motion, my pants topple down, exposing my small, virgin ass. 

He drops to his knees, spreads my cheeks, and whistles. “Odin’s fucking beard.” 

I’d barely said before he’s diving into my cheeks. He sucks hard on my ring, hands gripping my waist as he fucks me with his tongue. 

Biting down on my lip, I palm the wall tight. 

Moans, cries, screams. “JESUS! I’m gonna… ah fuck, stop please!” 

Pleasure threatens to rob me of my vision. It takes commendable stamina to stand on my feet. 

My eyes burn, legs quiver, and teeth chatter. 

This man eats ass like a drilling machine tilling the ground. Is he a sex worker?!

He pulls back, spitting into my swollen bud. “Fuck, you’re sweeter than weed. I could eat you for days.” 

Air vanishes from my lungs as he feasts on me, more feral than before. 

I won’t moan like a slut, despite the scream clawing at my throat. 

He releases me with a pop sound, licks my bud, and kisses my cheeks. 

I melt into him as he straightens, slipping two fingers inside the assaulted center. He digs through rings of muscles, thrust by orgasmic thrust. 

“You’re going to kill me. Stop, please.” But I keep chasing his addictive fingers.

Dildo is overhyped. Whatever his fingers can’t do doesn’t exist. 

He treats me dirty and nastily— a whore for hire. 

Adding another digit, he fingers me stupid. “Greedy, little hole, eager for my fingers.” 

“Pull out!” ecstasy tunnels my vision. “I can’t take it anymore.”

“You have to take five fingers to qualify for my dick.” He inserts another finger. “You’re doing well, Bunny.”

My eyes roll into their sockets. “Fuck me… please.” 

“Take fingers first,” His Russian accent spices up the chaos. “Cock comes after.” 

Stroking myself for release, he swats my hand away, fisting my strands aggressively. 

He brands my cheeks with a savage smack. “Who gave you permission?”  

“...Sorry, sir!”

“Name?”

“Carlton,” I rasp. “Bunny drives me crazy.” 

He chuckles deviously, “It’s Daddy.” 

“Fuck me, Daddy.” 

His nails scrape my scalp. “Say that again.”

I face him for the first time. 

Sharp features, immaculate black hair, and eyes hotter than the sun. Mature, dangerous, with visible red flags. The type I should avoid but can’t resist. 

I enunciate every word, “Fuck. Me. Daddy.” 

Swollen heat parks behind me, ready to drive in. Pushing back into him, I grind my molars. 

He slides into me with a groan. “Shit, Carlton.” 

It doesn’t fit, but it hurts so BADLY GOOD! 

Lifting me off the ground, he straddles me closer. His stubble tickles my jaw, and his trimmed pub hair teases my prostate. My jaw slacks, eyes shut, as I moan at his pace.

So FUCKING good!

“Should I enter fully?” his question makes me jolt. 

“T-That’s—”

“Just the tip, Baby.” he sinks another tormenting inch. “I want to have you day and night. Name your price.” 

Funny, how he thinks I'm cheap.

“Shut up,” My voice catches. “Is that all?”

“No,” he stretches me with unbearable pain. “Four inches to go.” 

My heart stops.

I shove him away, upping my pants. 

Having an anal suture isn’t on my to-do list.

His expression mirrors that of a betrayed fella. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t, won’t, and will never take that,” because I’m sore to the bone. “You’re a great man. I’m sure you understand. Bye.” 

The door slams shut. I try not to limp, but earn a few raised brows from passers-by. 

My strides hasten. They don’t know anything. I tripped in the bathroom. Period. 

Sliding into my booth, I tamp down a wince, pasting my charming smile. 

I’d been gone twenty minutes. Long enough for Mom to panic and for Amanda to look suspicious.

I pray they don’t spot the handprints on my neck, or smell a perfume that’s not mine. 

“I tripped in the bathroom,” I lie. “I’m so sorry for the delay.” 

Mom’s fingers flex. If Amanda weren't here, she would’ve slapped my head off. 

Amanda’s hand clasps my thigh. “Oh my. You hurt your legs.”

No, I got fucked. 

Amanda frowns, “Let me see.” 

“Sweetheart?” Mom’s cheeks flush. “I apologize for the stomachache.” 

“Father,” Amanda tugs me close. “This Is Carlton.” 

A huge figure sits beside Mom. 

I freeze. 

Golden eyes. Sharp features. That graffiti smirk. 

The man whose cum tastes at the back of my throat. 

The man who fingered me until I spoke in tongues. 

The man who called me “Bunny.”

Sitting beside my mother.

Tell me I’m dreaming?!

Some fucking body, wake me from this nightmare!

I shift in my seat.

He seizes my wrists, pulling forward for a handshake. 

The contact is like fire to oil, spreading heat through my veins. 

HOLY MARY MOTHER OF CHRIST!  

“I’m Henry Moore. Your Mom’s boyfriend and soon-to-be step-father.” A carnal grin splits his lips. “Nice to meet you, Carlton.” 

Mom never showed me his picture, said she wanted it to be a surprise. I never prodded. Too hellbent on proving I’m not gay. 

Amanda rubs my palm. Mom takes Henry’s hand, but his gaze trains on me, flickering with a carnal glint. 

My step-father! What have I done?