登入Adrian moved to the bed and sat down on the edge, his legs spread wide. His big balls rested against the sheets as he leaned back slightly and continued stroking his cock.
The movement was unhurried. His big hand slid from base to tip, squeezing just under the swollen head before sliding back down. A thick bead of precum oozed from the slit and coated his fingers. “Look at you,” he murmured. “Still so hard for me. That pretty cock of yours is begging to come out and play. You want to stroke it while you watch me, don’t you? You want to see how a real man handles his dick.” I pressed my back harder against the door, but my eyes stayed glued to his hand moving over that massive cock. It was so thick, veins bulging along the shaft, the head dark and shiny. Damn. “I bet you’ve jerked off thinking about this cock so many times, imagining me bending you over and sliding every inch into that tight virgin ass.” He said, his voice dripping with filth. “You want daddy to ruin you, don’t you, stepson? Want me to fill you up until you’re leaking my cum for days.” He twisted his wrist on the upstroke, spreading the precum all over his length. The wet, slick sounds filled the room. His abs flexed with every stroke. His free hand moved down to cup and roll his heavy balls. I could feel my own cock throbbing painfully inside my jeans and briefs. The front of my underwear was soaked with precum. My balls ached. Shame burned through me but my body refused to listen. Adrian’s strokes grew a little firmer, still slow and deliberate. “That’s it. Keep watching. See how hard I am for you? This cock could stretch you so well. I will start slow, push the head past your tight ring, then feed you every thick inch until I’m balls deep. You will moan like a little slut for me, your ex-stepfather.” He groaned softly, his head tilting back for a moment before his eyes returned to me. His hand sped up just a fraction, the rhythm hypnotic. Precum dripped steadily now, making his shaft glisten under the low lights. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to fight the pressure building in my groin. It was too much. The sight of him, the dirty words, the memory of him swallowing that guy’s load earlier. My cock twitched hard. Adrian’s breathing grew heavier. His hand moved faster, pumping his thick cock with long, sensual strokes. “Fuck, I’m getting close. Imagine this load shooting inside you instead. Or painting your face. You will look so pretty covered in my cum on your birthday.” His muscles tensed. His thighs spread wider. The head of his cock swelled even more, turning a deep purple-red. He stroked faster now but still controlled, savoring it. “Here it comes, Kai. Watch me cum for you.” His body jerked. The first powerful spurt shot out in a long rope, landing across his abs and chest. Then another, thicker and stronger, followed by several more heavy pulses. Cum kept pumping out as he groaned deeply, his hand milking every drop. Thick white streaks covered his skin, dripping down his abs toward his still-hard cock. He kept stroking slowly through the orgasm, drawing it out, his face twisted in raw pleasure. At the exact same moment, my own cock exploded in my briefs. I came hard without even touching myself. Hot spurts flooded my underwear, soaking through the fabric. Cum ran down my inner thighs in sticky trails, seeping into my jeans. My knees shook. The orgasm seemed to last forever, wave after wave of unwanted pleasure crashing through me. Adrian’s eyes dropped to the wet spot spreading on my jeans and the cum dripping down my leg. He chuckled, still slowly stroking his softening cock. “Look at that. My dirty little ex-stepson came in his pants just from watching me. Pathetic.” He groaned. “And so fucking hot.” Tears burned in my eyes and spilled down my cheeks. I couldn’t take it anymore. I yanked the door open and ran. I drove home like a madman, the cum cooling and sticking to my skin. The second I got inside, I went straight to the bathroom and stripped, throwing my ruined clothes aside. I stepped into the shower and turned the water on hot, breathing heavily as the spray hit my face. I couldn’t tell Mom. Not after what Adrian said. There were no signs they were divorced. No separate rooms, no arguments, nothing. They still slept in the same bed. They still acted like a couple around me. Was everything truly a lie? Or was he messing with me? My head spun as the water pounded down. My breathing turned shaky. The tears came back harder. My legs gave out and I started to fall. A pair of strong arms suddenly grabbed me from behind, holding me up against a hard, naked chest. I turned my head. Adrian. I shoved him away with all my strength and bolted out of the shower, grabbing a towel as I ran. Water and tears blurred my vision. Adrian followed me calmly into the room. And fuck… he was completely naked, his cock half-hard again—even right now… at home? Is he crazy?! He smiled as his eyes dropped to my exposed cock. “Nice size by the way, Kai.” His words pounded in my ears. Bigger than I expected. Thick head, good length. Maybe 7 inches? You’re going to make me proud.” I snarled. “I came here to comfort you,” he said softly, but the smirk on his face said otherwise. “Seems you don’t need my help.” He walked towards the door, picking up his own clothes on the floor. “Beautiful man, beautiful sin.” He winked at me. “Sweet dream, ex-stepson. Cum all over your sheets for me.” Immediately he was gone, I locked myself in my room and didn’t sleep the entire night. I tossed and turned, replaying everything. The images wouldn’t just leave my head. The next morning, I heard a knock. “Ash?” That was my mother’s voice. I rushed to open the door for her. “Good morning, Mom.” I said, forcing a smile. She smiled but looked concerned. “You look stressed, honey. Is everything okay?” “Yeah,” I lied. “Just studying for my upcoming exams. Lots to prepare for.” She nodded and kissed my forehead. “I’m going on a day trip with my friends. I’ll be back tomorrow evening. Take care of yourself, okay?” “Wait—” I started, my eyes wide. “You’re going on a trip?” The thought of staying home alone with Adrian frightened me. “Is there anything wrong, my love?” She asked, softly. “Uh…” I fought hard to find the right words. “No… everything is fine.” “Take care, baby,” she said, planting a kiss on my forehead. “Mom, you didn’t wish me a happy birthday?” I said… more like questioning her. Her expression dulled instantly. “Hey,” I started. “That’s in the past now. Dad died on my birthday doesn’t mean I’ll stop living. I know you’re going on this trip to not remember him.” She acted like I hadn’t just said anything. “Bye.” As soon as she left the house and the front door closed, I shut my own room’s door too. My body still felt heavy from no sleep. But I don’t care, I need to pack the necessary items that I would need and head over to May’s house. I’ll be much safer and comfortable with her than with Adrian. I grabbed the bag and sprinted towards the door. Flipping the door open, Adrian was standing right there in my doorway. I gulped hard as I stared at his wet hair. A drop of water fell on his chest and it traveled downward towards his— I breathed heavily. His hand was wrapped around his fully hard cock, stroking it slowly. My gaze slowly went back up. His face was already contorted with pleasure, eyes half-lidded as he looked straight at me. “Why don’t we have our own private home trip?”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







