Chapter 3: Caleb's forbidden desires

(Elian’s POV) 

I woke up with a wince, grimacing as I tried to swallow. Everywhere hurt.

I glanced to my side, doing a double take. My eyes landed on the person beside me. Jasper. 

Suddenly, it all came back to me. My live stream last night. The comment asking me to check my closet. Jasper jerking off with my briefs. Jasper fucking me all night long in front of my viewers. 

Bile rose up my throat.

Jasper was sprawled on his back, the golden mask no longer on his face. He was naked, and the sight of his flaccid cock made me dry-heave.

Scrambling from the bed, I rushed into my bathroom. Steadily avoiding looking at the mirror, I brushed my teeth, hoping to rid myself of the taste of his cum. 

“I’m okay.” I mumbled, entering the shower to wash up. “I’m fine.”

I wasn’t fine. 

The feeling of wrongness lingered even as I dashed out of my bedroom, bag in hand. I needed to get to campus. I needed to see Lucius. Seeing him would help me feel better.

Running down the stairs, I would have bypassed the kitchen altogether if it wasn’t for how dry my throat was. 

I stumbled to a halt as I spotted my stepfather behind the counter. His tall frame made the full-length apron he wore look small. He looked exactly like Jasper, dark haired and attractive, the only difference between them being Caleb’s blue eyes. 

He was stirring something in a pan. Caleb looked up from the pan, his frown lightening. “Hey, you’re up early.”

“Good morning.” I rasped, avoiding his gaze. Jasper’s threats to tell our parents echoed in my mind. 

“Morning.” Caleb replied. “I’m making breakfast. You hungry?”

“No, I have to get to campus soon.” I muttered, walking to the fridge. Unfortunately, it was close to Caleb. 

I snatched a bottle of water and downed half of it quickly. I needed to get out of here. 

“You look a little pale.” Caleb noted. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m just a little tired.” I lied. “I was up all night…” Getting fucked. “…binge watching a series.” I finished lamely. 

Caleb’s blue eyes tracked my features for a moment before he nodded. “You kids need to keep your phones down once in a while. Too much screen time isn’t good for you.”

I chuckled awkwardly, avoiding his gaze. “Yeah, I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Good. Anyway, Jasper didn’t come in last night, and he isn’t picking up my calls. Do you know where he spent the night?”

I flinched. I knew where Jasper had been alright. In my ass for most of the night.

“I don’t know.” I felt resentment bubble up in me. If only Caleb had raised his son better, I wouldn’t have gotten manipulated being fucked by Jasper. 

Caleb frowned. “He didn’t tell you where he’d be, or anything?”

No. He had been too busy drilling my ass live for thousands of people to watch.

“Jasper doesn't tell me where he goes.” I snarked. “He’s more likely to tell a doorknob about that than me.”

Caleb’s eyes widened at my tone. I winced. I shouldn’t have spoken to him that way. The last thing I needed was for Caleb to suspect something was wrong. 

Scratching the back of my neck, I snatched two bottles of a flavored milk drink. “He probably crashed after some party.”

Caleb still stared at me oddly. I realized he was staring at my neck. Had Jasper left a hickey on me? 

Uncomfortable, I turned away. “I should get going. Bye.”

Not waiting for a reply, I practically sprinted out of the kitchen. 

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(Caleb's POV) 

I watched my stepson run out of the kitchen like the he was being pursued. The confusion I felt waned when I quickly figured out what had happened. 

Elian’s heavy, tired eyes. The way he had avoided looking at me, like he was hiding something. His reaction to my mention of Jasper. Not to mention the fading bite marks on his skin. 

My lips set in a grim line as I turned off the burner, heading directly for my study. Breakfast could wait. 

At my desk, I pulled up the footage from Elian’s bedroom. I’d installed a camera in every room in the house, except my own and Jasper’s. Jasper had continued finding the cameras wherever I hid them until I had given up. 

The feed was from the previous night, around ten. I fast forwarded the playback, not lingering on Elian stuffing his hole full for his audience. My stepson’s… proclivities had come as a surprise at first, but I’d kept my mouth shut about it.

Nothing good would come out of exposing Elian’s secret camboy persona, especially since Elian would want to know how I had found out about it in the first place. 

My hand tapped at the keyboard, halting the video. Elian had stumbled back from his closet when the door pushed open to reveal Jasper. 

A mix of emotions rose in me as I processed what my son was doing. He was jerking off, with briefs. 

Elian’s briefs.

Dragging in a sharp breath, I put on an ear bud, hitting play again. I listened to the conversation between them play out, watched Jasper throw Elian onto the bed when he tried to escape before proceeding to fuck him. 

I picked up my phone, my jaw clenched as Elian’s blissed out moans filled my ear. Jasper picked up on the last ring. 

“Hello?”

“I wouldn’t have a problem with you fooling around in private.” I snapped. “What I do have a problem with is you broadcasting it publicly for thousands of people.”

Jasper snorted. “Good morning to you too.”

“I won’t tolerate you disgracing this family publicly.” I snapped, ignoring the arousal that crept up inside me the longer I listened to Elian getting his hole pounded. Did he really have to sound like such a slut? 

“Yeah, yeah.” Jasper didn’t sound too bothered about my wrath. “Look, I’m beat. I’ve been up all night. If that’s all you called to say, ciao.”

“Don’t you dare hang up on me.” I growled. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”

“What?” Jasper sneered. “Don’t tell me you’re disgusted to find out your son’s a queer sodomite?”

I couldn’t give less of a shit what my son liked to do in the bedroom. What I had a problem with was his obsession with Elian. 

For a while I had noticed the obsessive attention Jasper focused on his stepbrother. I had hoped that it was just a brief attraction that would soon die, but clearly it hadn't. 

I wouldn't have cared much if it weren’t for the fact that that man also had his eyes on Elian. The last thing I wanted was to invite trouble onto myself by crossing someone that powerful. 

If he found out that Jasper had touched Elian, let alone fucked him, there would be hell to pay. 

“I don’t give a shit who you fuck.”

“Good. It would have been very hypocritical if you did give a fuck, considering the photos I found hidden in your room recently.”

I stilled. “What?”

“You know. The dozen or so pictures you have of Elian fucking himself on live, plus some surprising ones of him asleep on his bed, blissfully unaware.” Jasper laughed mockingly. “Who would have thought somnophilia would be your kink? You learn something everyday, I guess.”

“How did you — you don’t understand—”

“Oh, I understand how imperative it is for Elian’s safety that you have those pictures. You might have jumped him long ago if you hadn’t.”

I felt my eyes slide shut. My jaw clenched hard enough to shatter. “What do you want?”

“Nothing but the same thing you want.” Jasper hummed. “You’re watching the footage of last night, aren’t you?”

As if prompted, my gaze landed on the screen. Elian was whimpering the word master over and over.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about—”

“Elian is a slut. A stunning slut, but a slut nonetheless. He kept moving his creamy, soft ass to meet my thrusts. His hole kept clenching around my cock, it was a miracle I didn’t blow my load in seconds.”

“Jasper.” I growled. 

“I fucked his throat afterwards.” Jasper continued. “At one point, he begged me to fuck his ass again, and who was I to say no? He was practically drunk on my cock and...” He sucked air through his teeth. “Every time I hit his prostate his eyes would roll into his head and he would moan like a bitch in heat. He wouldn’t stop calling me master, even when he was choking on my dick.”

I swallowed as I felt my cock swell. “You do remember who you’re talking to.”

“Of course I do, father.” He said the title insolently. “You’re hard, aren’t you?”

The bulge in my trousers twitched. “You little bastard.”

Jasper laughed. “This little bastard fucked the ass you so desperately want to fuck.”

I made to speak, but Jasper cut me off. 

“Tell you what? Skip to the middle of the night, around past one. That part will have you cumming before you can even grab a tissue.” Jasper chuckled again. “Enjoy the show while you take care of your raging hard on.”

The call disconnected. I looked at the screen, watching as Elian came all over the bed. The longer I watched, the more aroused I grew, till my cock had its own pulse. 

I wasn’t going to deny wanting Elian — I had come to terms with it a long time ago. As long as I didn’t overstep, it was okay to lust after my stepson. 

It didn’t matter. Elian belonged to that man. As much as I wanted to fold him into the mattress, I wasn’t going to risk having his wrath focused on me. He was too powerful to trifle with. 

As for my son, I only tolerated him because of my dead wife. Jasper had been an accident, one that I had felt obliged to keep. It didn’t help one bit that he was hot headed and impulsive. 

And yet… 

Yet I couldn’t stop the lust that tugged on my cock the longer I watched Elian lose his mind around Jasper’s cock. Just think about fucking him myself was making a damp spot appear at my crotch. 

Damn it. 

Without a thought, I pulled out my cock from its confines, giving it a slow tug. The pleasure that lashed at my balls made me groan. 

My hand sped up even as my mind whirled. Was I really considering taking Elian for myself, despite knowing how much of a bad idea it was? Hell, I was. I wanted Elian that badly. 

To hell with the Valerius family. They would soon fall anyway. As long as I kept doing what those other people told me to do, they would be eradicated. A footnote in a history book. Gone for good. 

And then I would have Elian all to myself.

Maybe not all to myself, with how persistent Jasper was. We could share him. Tag team him and reduce him to a babbling wreck. Spit-roast him with our cocks. Fuck him together day in and day out till Elian remembered nothing but the taste and feel of our cocks, till he was all ours—

“Elian.” I growled, staring at the flushed face on the monitor as cum shot out of my cock. Viscous liquid splashed on the screen, painting Elian’s face. 

I couldn’t wait to do that to him in real life.