ON THE WALK

Chapter 5

By the time Leon had walked through the front door of his house, the world began to spin. The fever had not subsided. If anything, it had gotten worse. His face burned as the hallway seemed to titled as he walked through it. The familiar scent of Oakwood drifted through the house, mixing with the sound of this father’s voice in the living room as he prepared for a sermon.

Leon trudged pat the living room, relieved that his father did not notice him, or perhaps he chose not to. Leon didn’t care either way. All he wanted was to be in the comfort of his room. He walked up the stairs, stumbling into his room and shutting the door behind him.

He leaned against it for a while, breathing hard and he just stood there for a moment, trying to steady himself. The fever had made his mind hazy, his thoughts scattered all around like pieces of glass.

Despite that, there was something constant in his mind. The delicious scene he had witness in the classroom. All he needed to do now what write everything he say. Ignoring his burning skin and hazy mind, he trudged up to the computer and turned it on.

The screen came to life, illuminating his pale, sweat filled fac. His fingers lingered over the keyboard for a moment before he began to type.

The words poured out of his mind, and into the computer.

I was right there, just a few inches away, my eyes intensely fixed on his thick throbbing, semen filled cock. My ass was throbbing and I wanted to beg him to fuck my ass with that thick cock of his. I wanted to be fucked harder than the cheerleader.

Leon wrote for a few more minutes, examining the contents on these screen before he clicked the publish button.

The chapter was uploaded instantly and he turned away from the computer when he heard a loud ding.

He turned and spotted the red notification appear at the top of his inbox. Usually readers would often send messages, eager to know when the next chapter would drop and whatnot. Normally he would ignore them until later.

I turned his eyes away from the screen again, but then, the computer screen began to flicker. It flickered once, then twice, making Leon frown.

Then, his cursor froze completely.

That was when the spiral started.

The entire screen began to glitch violently, the entire thing distorting like the system had been infected by some kind of virus. Lines of static filled the screen, making confusion and worry fill Leon’s mind.

Then, the screen was plunged into darkness.

Leon straightened in his chair. “What...is going on?”

He reached for his keyboard again, but before he could press a button, a single white text appeared on the screen.

Leon, while you were writing this, were you touching yourself again?

The words felt like someone had dumped ice water on him. Leon’s breath hitched, refusing to move, and he began to push his chair back slowly as the realisation settled in his chest.

 Whoever wrote this used his real name. Not his pen name, no...his real name.

The chair scraped across the floor as he shot up from it abruptly. Books and paper slipped from the desk as his elbow brushed into them. His chest felt tight, like something was sitting on it, crushing the air out of his lungs.

“What, who-“

The screen flickered again, but this time, an image appeared on it. Leon stared at it, all the blood draining from his face.

It was a photograph of him, hunch over at his desk, his trousers pooled at the floor and one hand stroking his cock as he clicked away at the keyboard. Heat began to crawl up his skin, like his blood had suddenly morphed into fire. His temple pulsed, vision titling and he couldn’t tell if it was from the fever, or from pure fear.

He could feel his stomach drop so hard, it felt like he was going to vomit.

Leon heaved, his breath coming out in jagged gasps. From the angle, it seemed that the photo was taken somewhere beside him.

Leon’s eyes snapped around the room frantically, before returning back to the screen.

The photo didn’t just stay on the screen, it felt like someone was looking back at him, reaching through the monitor and peeling him open, leaving his filthy lustful self exposed.

Just below the image was a letter. The letter was to the pastor, and the first line read:

Are you aware that your son is gay and writes erotic content?

Beside the letter was an indicator, blinking that the status of the letter was pending, meaning it hadn’t been sent yet. Leon’s entire body began to tremble as he shook his head slowly.

“No, no,” he gasped, his voice hoarse and shaking.

Leon lunged towards the laptop, grabbing the screen as if that would erase whatever he was seeing. His fingers quivered as they desperately tried to cover up the image.

Then, another message popped up on the screen.

Do you want to retract this letter?

Leon stared at the words on the screen, his mind racing. The screen refreshed again, and a new line of words appeared on it.

Tonight at 8:00 pm, bring your laptop filled with your slutty thoughts to the location below.

Leon looked under the text and saw the location. It was a small club that was at the edge of the city. The final instructions appeared immediately after.

Make sure you come alone. And, don’t wear any underwear.

Leon’s knees gave up on him and he sank to the floor beside the desk. For a long time he just stared at the now black screen, unable to comprehend what had just happened. Someone had just hacked his computer, but who could it be?

Could it be someone from school? Leon shook his head, brushing away those thoughts. It was unlikely since no one ever noticed him. What if it was one of his readers? That possibility also seemed too absurd.

The person knew his real name and has access to his computer. They had even taken a photo of him inside his own bedroom. The thought made his stomach churn. There was no one he could ask for help, or tell about this.

What if the letter reached his father?

Leon squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to entertain that thought.

The clock ticked, and minutes turned into hours. The instructions echoes in his mind.

Don’t wear any underwear 

With a short sigh, Leon pushed himself up from the floor and walked to his dresser. He placed his fingers around the waistband of his underwear, hesitating for a second, hands trembling. He pulled the fabric down slowly, the air hitting his bare skin, making him feel exposed.

He hadn’t just been stripped of his underwear, but stripped of his dignity as well.

His fever had not improved at all and it made his limbs feel as heavy as rocks. But despite that, he picked up his laptop, giving his room one last look before he walked out of it.