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Chapter 5
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2026-09-18 22:03:05Whenever we are alone in this house, you will not wear a shirt, every logical part of my brain told me to laugh it off, to put the phone back in my pocket, to draw a firm boundary but the reality of Marcus standing just outside the threshold his sheer physical presence dominating every inch of the house made all my logic evaporate.
Slowly, with trembling fingers, I reached for the hem of my t-shirt. I pulled it over my head and set it on the barstool beside me, the cool air hit my bare chest instantly, causing my skin to break out in sharp goosebumps.
A heavy footstep sounded behind me, i didn't turn around, but I could feel him there. Marcus walked into the kitchen with a slow, measured stride, he didn't say a word at first, he just stood a few paces behind me, his dark, heavy gaze dragging over my exposed back, my shoulder blades, and the line of my spine, the intensity of his focus felt like a physical weight pressing down on me.
"Good," Marcus murmured, his low voice cutting through the hum of the fluorescent lights.
He moved closer, his shadow falling over me entirely as he set his empty coffee mug on the counter beside my hands, his arm brushed lightly against my bare side, sending a sharp, electric jolt straight through my nervous system.
"See how easy it is when you just obey?" he asked, leaning in slightly so his breath warmed the side of my neck. " No denials about what you are."
"I'm not... I'm just doing what you said so my dad doesn't find out," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper as I tried to hold onto the last piece of my dignity.
Marcus let out a low, dark chuckle that vibrated right through the air between us, he reached out, his broad, calloused hand gripping the edge of the counter right next to my hip, effectively trapping me against the marble.
"Keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better, handsome," Marcus said softly, his thumb lightly pressing into the small of my back, right above the waistband of my shorts. "But we both know why you're really standing here in your bare skin, you wanted this. You've been waiting for me to walk through that door and take over."
My breath hitched, I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to argue because the terrifying truth was that he was right, my body was reacting to him in ways I couldn't control, craving the very dominance I claimed to fear.
"Now, start the stove," Marcus ordered quietly, his hand leaving my back, though his presence remained overwhelmingly close. "And while you cook, I'm going to give you Rule Number Two."
I reached for the burner knob with shaking hands, turning the gas on. "What's Rule Number Two?"
Marcus leaned in close to my ear, his voice dropping into an absolute, chilling command.
"You don't look at another screen for the next five days," he whispered. "Hand over your phone. Right now.”
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I handed the phone over without another word. Marcus took it, turned it face-down on the counter, and walked out of the kitchen. A minute later I heard the heavy click of a metal case shutting somewhere near the front hall, followed by the soft scrape of a key turning in a lock.The house felt weird without the phone. Not empty—just quiet in a way that made every small sound stand out. The refrigerator hummed. A floorboard upstairs settled. My own breathing seemed too loud. I stood bare-chested in the kitchen, still holding the spatula I’d grabbed out of habit, and stared at the empty spot on the counter where the phone had been. Three weeks of messages, pictures, late-night commands—all of it locked away inside something I couldn’t reach.Marcus came back carrying a thick folder and a laptop. He set everything on the dining table, sat down, and opened the laptop without looking at me. The blue light of the screen lit the side of his face. He started reading, turning pages slowly, mak
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I stared at the glowing phone screen, the single line of text burned into my retinas.I told you to be a good boy. Why didn't you answer my text?I backed away from the locked door as if the wood itself might catch fire, sinking down onto the edge of my mattress, my room was cold, dark, and silent, save for the muffled sounds of the old house settling around me. I squeezed my eyes shut, pressing the heels of my hands against my forehead to force my mind to make sense of what was happening.It couldn't be him, it was a coincidence, a sick, twisted twist of fate that made no sense at all. Marcus was my father's old military buddy, he was a grown man, a hardened veteran, someone my dad spoke about with absolute respect and yet, how would someone like that be gay, every detail lined up like a series of locks clicking into place the physical presence, the massive shoulders. The scar near his collarbone and now, the exact same commanding tone delivered directly to my phone while he sat just
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My phone felt like a block of hot lead in my palm, I shoved it deep into my back pocket, staring up at the closed door of the attic guest room, It couldn't be him, it was a statistical impossibility, there were thousands of men in this state, thousands of profiles but the math didn't lie, and neither did the small white scar I had stared at in high-definition photos for three straight weeks."Hey! You coming down or what?" my father called out from the bottom of the stairs."Yeah! Coming!" I yelled back, my voice cracking slightly. I took a deep breath, forced my face into a neutral expression, and walked downstairs to the dining room.My dad was already sitting at the head of the wooden table, popping the top off a glass beer bottle. Sitting to his right, perfectly relaxed, was the man from the attic. He had changed into a simple black t-shirt that hugged his massive chest and arms, making his broad frame look even more imposing in the small room."Sit down," my dad said, gesturing t
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