登入Adrian’s eyes stayed locked on mine, that filthy smirk still playing on his cum-smeared lips. He turned his head slightly toward the young man still sprawled on the bed.
“Leave us,” Adrian said, his voice low and commanding. “He’s your stepson. And you’re ditching me for him?” The guy hesitated. “Now.” The guy looked between us, confused for a second, then quickly pulled up his pants and grabbed his shirt. He didn’t say a word as he slipped past me and out the door. It clicked shut, leaving me alone with my stepdaddy. Suddenly finding the courage to speak again, I stepped fully into the room, my fists clenched tight. “You disgusting piece of shit. All this time you’ve been coming home tired, lying about meetings, while you’re out here sucking dick behind Mom’s back? You’re a fucking cheater. A liar. She trusted you. She loved you. And you’ve been wasting her time and your money on this nasty shit?” The words poured out of me, hot and angry. I kept going, listing every late night, every excuse, and every time he made her wait up for him. My voice got louder with every sentence. Adrian stood up slowly from his knees. Before I could finish, he closed the distance in two big steps. His hand shot out and grabbed my neck, pushing me hard against the door. The back of my head hit the metal with a thud. A gasp escaped my lips. His grip was firm, not choking, but enough to pin me there. His body pressed close, still smelling like sex and sweat. “Are you really mad, Kai?” he asked, his voice rough and amused. “Or are you just envious that it wasn’t your cock I was sucking tonight?” I swallowed hard against his palm. My heart pounded so loud I could hear it in my ears. Adrian leaned in closer, his breath hot on my face. “I know you saved my pictures on your phone. The ones from the beach last summer. I know how you look at me when you think I’m not watching. You’ve been fantasizing about me, stepson. All that anger is just denial. You don’t care about protecting your mother. You just want to fuck me instead.” My face burned. Then I shoved at his chest hard, trying to push him away. His free hand reached down and palmed the front of my jeans, right over my still-hard cock. I jerked back. “Don’t touch me!” I snapped. Adrian smirked wider and let go, stepping back a little. “Every man wants a taste of me, Kai. Including you. You’ll be back. Begging for it.” “No,” I said, my voice shaking. “I’m going home right now to tell Mom everything.” Adrian threw his head back and laughed deeply. Then he started stripping. He pulled the tight black shirt over his head, revealing his broad, muscled chest and thick arms. His abs flexed as he tossed the shirt aside. “What are you doing?” I asked, stepping back. Next came the baggy jeans, sliding down his powerful thighs. He kicked them off along with his shoes. He stood there completely naked. My eyes widened. Adrian’s cock laid between his powerful legs, thick even when soft, with a slight curve upward and massive balls underneath. It was much bigger than the guy he had just sucked. The head was fat and flushed as veins ran along the shaft. I couldn’t stop staring. My own cock throbbed painfully in my jeans, leaking more liquid into my underwear. My balls felt tight and full. Heat rushed through my entire body. I was rock hard, and he could clearly see the outline. “What… what the fuck are you doing?” I finally managed to say something again, my voice cracking. Adrian stepped closer, his naked body on full display. “I’m doing exactly what you’ve always wanted, Kai.” “You’re manipulating me,” I said, but my eyes kept dropping to his cock. “I’m only helping you discover your real sexual status,” he replied smoothly. His hand wrapped around his thick cock and started stroking it slowly, long lazy pulls from base to tip. The shaft grew harder in his fist, thickening and rising until it pointed straight at me, the head shiny with a bead of precum. “I don’t have any interest in men,” I protested. Adrian chuckled, still stroking. Then he opened his mouth and dropped a mouthful of saliva onto his cock. He stroked it and the wet sound of his hand moving over his cock filled the small room. “That’s why you’ve never kissed a girl. Never dated one. That’s why you’ve been sneaking around to watch me in the shower for months.” I froze. He knew? My whole plan had backfired completely. Adrian kept stroking, his big hand moving a little faster now. The steamy air between us felt thicker. His cock was fully hard, the head swollen and leaking. “And now you have no evidence to give your mother. Even if you did, she wouldn’t care.” “What do you mean she wouldn’t care, Cheater?” I asked, my voice trembling. “We’re already divorced, Kai. We’ve been staying together only because… of you.” My heart almost stopped beating. He squeezed the base of his cock, making the head flare. “Looks like your mother has a lot to tell you about how she came begging at a gay man’s feet just so you wouldn’t go hungry.” My stomach twisted, but my cock stayed painfully hard. “Isn’t it time you repay the favor?” Adrian asked, his voice dropping lower as he gave himself another slow, deliberate stroke. The room felt hotter. My breathing went ragged. I hated how much I couldn’t look away from his naked body, from that thick cock in his hand, from the way he looked at me like I was already repaying the favor he mentioned. I ain’t gonna repay any favor. I stumbled backward until my back slammed against the door. My hand fumbled for the handle but I couldn’t make myself turn it. Adrian stood there completely naked, his thick cock still rock hard in his fist. He was still stroking it slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. “You can run, Kai,” he said, his voice low and confident. “But you won’t stay away for long. We both know that.”NICHOLAS’ POV. Marshall’s cock was incredibly huge. Like… it was the biggest dick I’ve ever seen my whole life—on the screen while watching porn or physically. And no doubt it was easily ten inches. Damn. It was long and thick, so dark it was almost black against his palm, the shaft thick enough that his fingers couldn't fully close around it. The head was swollen and glistening under the water, flared and pink, the slit already wet. Thick veins ran along the monster length like cords under the skin, pulsing faintly with every slow stroke. His fist glided over it in restrained pulls, twisting gently at the top, dragging the foreskin down and then up again until the head emerged shiny and full. As his hand slid back down his cock, the weight made the whole length sway. It looked like something carved for sin or built to ruin someone.I couldn't look away.Then an idea struck me so hard it almost knocked me over.Leverage.He had my mother's number. He had my secret. And now, rig
NICHOLAS’ POV. The washing machine rattled against the wall as I dumped another load of towels into it and slammed the lid harder than necessary. Two days. That was how long it had been since Marshall walked into my room and turned my whole life upside down. And for two days, I had been his personal maid. I scrubbed the kitchen until the countertops squeaked, mopped the hallway until the floorboards shone, scraped his crusted egg pan until my wrists ached, and took out the trash before he even woke up. Every time I passed him in the hallway, he looked at me with that accomplished satisfied smirk, like a landlord inspecting his property, and said absolutely nothing. Nothing about the stream. Nothing about my mother. Nothing about what he had done to me—how he had sat two feet away and made me finger myself, made me beg, and made me cum so hard I screamed. And I hadn't opened my account since. Not once. The app was on my phone like a loaded grenade. Every time my thumb hovered
NICHOLAS’ POV. “Yes, D-daddy—” The words rolled out of my mouth before I could think of stopping it. “Now, you're calling me Daddy, huh?” He grinned, his tone dark and amused.“No… I…” He cut me off. “I think you need to beg me more, slut.” My throat closed up."Beg for what?" I whispered."To cum." Marshall leaned back in the chair, spreading his knees wider, like a king who had just been handed a new toy. "Beg me to let you cum. Two thousand dollars is waiting on it. Or have you suddenly stopped needing money?"I hated him. I hated him so much my teeth ached. And my cock was rock-hard against my stomach, leaking onto my skin, a clear string already connecting the flushed head to my abs, as if it hadn't heard a single word of that hatred."Please," I forced out."Please what?""Please let me cum."He tilted his head. "Who are you asking?"The words got stuck. My lips trembled. On the screen, the chat was a waterfall of crying emojis and capital letters."…You," I breathed. "Pleas
NICHOLAS’ POV. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Are you insane?" My voice cracked into a desperate whisper that sounded pathetic even to my own ears. "You want me to… with you sitting right there? Watching me?" "You heard me." There was no joke in it. No hesitation. It was the voice of a man holding a loaded gun who knew he would never have to pull the trigger to win. "Lie back. Spread your legs. Finish the show." "No." Something hot and defensive flared up in my chest. I hauled the blanket higher and glared at him with every ounce of hatred I owned. "No way. I'm not doing this with you in the room. You're a pervert, Marshall. I'm not your little puppet." Before I could even finish the sentence, he moved. He stood, grabbed the chair by its backrest, and dragged it forward with a sharp screech across the floorboards until the front legs nearly touched the mattress. Then he sat back down and leaned in, his forearms resting on his knees, hands loosely clasped. His broad
NICHOLAS’ POV. For a few seconds, all I could hear was my own heartbeat slamming against my ribs as I sat there in the middle of the bed with the blanket bunched against my chest, the lube already turning tacky between my thighs, my hole still slick and twitching from my own finger. The mask was hot against my skin as sweat continued to gather at the edge of it and slid down my temple.Then I scraped together every bit of courage left in my body, shoved the humiliation somewhere deep down, and forced the terror back into my stomach where it belonged."Get out," I said. My voice shook, so I said it again, louder. "Get the fuck out of my room, Marshall."He didn't move.He stood in the doorway with his hand still curled around the knob, his broad chest rising and falling, his dark eyes fixed on me like I was a stain he had just discovered on his favorite shirt. The laptop glow carved shadows into the ridges of his stomach. He smelled like soap, sleep and something warmer underneath, a
NICHOLAS’ POV. My thumb rolled over the tip of my cock, smearing the precum that had already pooled at the slit and dragging it down the swollen head until it glistened. "Hmmm… oh, yesssss—" The moan slipped out before I could bite it back. Heat shot up my spine and settled in my belly, the kind that made my thighs tremble. My bedroom was pitch-black except for the pale glow of the laptop at the foot of the bed and the tiny red light of the phone propped on its stand, pointed straight at me. My briefs were somewhere on the carpet. The red eye mask, snugged across the top half of my face, the elastic tight behind my ears. That was the one rule I never broke. No matter how much they tipped, no matter how badly they begged, nobody ever got to see my real face. I wrapped my fingers around my shaft and stroked slowly, letting them watch every inch. The lube made a soft, wet sound in the quiet room, and the familiar rush of adrenaline crawled under my skin. This was the part of my







