Chapter 6: Red Hibiscus.

(Elian’s POV)

I reacted before I could think, bolting for the door. My fingers had barely closed over the door handle before I was yanked back by my hair.

I yelled, shoving at his body to get away. It was no use. Jasper was as strong as he looked, and he had no problem dragging me to the bed. He pulled off my shirt before tying my arms at my back.

He tsked. “You just had to run, didn’t you?”

“J-jasper—”

“Shut up.” The harshness of his tone made me quiet. “You should have come to me when I called you, Elian. I was feeling nice.” I gasped when a hand wrapped tightly around my throat, squeezing. “I’m not anymore.”

My shoulders trembled, and I waited for whatever came next. Instead of hurting me further, Jasper stood up from me.

I stiffened when I heard a familiar retracting sound. My tripod.

He was setting up my camera.

Why? Was it just to record us, or was he going to livestream it like he did last time?

“W-what are you—?” I yelped as Jasper pulled me from the bed, shoving me onto my knees on the carpet. My eyes widened when I saw the camera set on the tripod, my open laptop beside it.

“No.”

“Yes.” Jasper countered. “We’re going to put on a show for your many, many fans tonight.”

“I—I no longer cam.”

“I don’t give a fuck.” He regarded me with malice in his eyes. “This wouldn’t be happening if you had just played along. You only have yourself to blame.”

My frame shook from fear. “T-then let me wear my mask and wig at least.”

Jasper hummed thoughtfully. “I don’t know. Something tells me your viewers would love to know the face of the slut behind the mask.”

“W-what?”

He pressed me onto the ground, dragging off my shorts and tossing them aside. “I’ll have to do something about this.” He said consideringly, staring at my flaccid cock.

Jasper’s eyes roamed around the room for a second. I closed my eyes, wishing I was anywhere else but here with this monster.

“Perfect.” Jasper muttered, before jerking my head off the floor by my hair. I cried out, squeezing my eyes shut.

He released my head, but before I could be relieved he grabbed my cock, jerking it roughly. I winced at the burn. His palm was like sandpaper.

“You’re half hard.” Jasper snickered. “Of course you are. What else would I expect from a slut.”

I stiffened, shame making my skin burn. I hated that he was right. I was hard. Somehow, my cock hadn’t gotten the memo that I didn’t want this. My hole was growing slick. I felt fluid coat the walls, making my insides feel sticky.

I hated it. I had no idea why my hole produced its own natural slick whenever I grew horny, but it did. The amount of research I had done hadn’t yielded any answers, and I was too ashamed to go to a hospital.

There was no way I would tell a doctor I grew wet whenever I was turned on, like some omega in an ABO manhwa.

I hoped Jasper wouldn’t notice it. Last time I had lubed myself before he’d barged in, so he hadn’t known. This time I had actively been trying to escape, so he wouldn’t think it was lube.

Or maybe he would, with how narcissistic he was.

I was torn out of my thoughts when I felt something tighten around my cock. The sensation made my breath catch. I had never done that before. Jasper had tied something around my cock and balls, and the constriction made me grow lightheaded for a second.

I gazed down at my dick. “W-what did you…”

Clarity dawned the instant my gaze focused on my crotch. The thin material that Jasper had used to tie off my cock and balls was my hair tie.

Or more accurately, Lucius’s hair tie.

Lucius had given me another hair tie after I’d returned the plain band type to him. The material was made of satin, having a beautiful pattern of scarlet red hibiscus flowers against a black background. I’d been so happy when he gave it to me, and now…

Now Jasper had brought it into whatever this was. Now it was sullied, as sullied as I was. I felt slick from my hole touch the dangling end, and it enraged me.

“How dare you?!” My whole body shook from the force of my anger. “How dare you use that to…” I couldn’t even say it. “I’ll fucking kill you!”

Jasper’s eyes narrowed. His gaze flickered down to my cock, and he then smirked.

“Aww, did I hit a nerve?” He tugged at the hair tie. “I’m guessing the person who gave you this is special to you?” He sneered. “Delusional idiot. Who could ever love a gay whore like you?”

The insult stung worse than I would have expected. Before I could reply, Jasper began jerking my cock. The dry friction hurt, and I felt tears gathering at the corner of my eyes.

He dug a fingernail onto the slit on my tip, and my hips bucked. I felt the tears fall onto my cheeks. Every stroke burned, but it also felt good. Too good. I was gasping before I knew it, my hips chasing the pleasure that rapidly overshadowed the pain.

My cock leaked, easing the friction and leaving only spine tingling pleasure. I heard high pitched moans echoing around us. It took me a while to realize they were coming from me.

“What a shameless hussy.” Jasper tsked. “If I hadn’t tied you up you would have cum already. Desperate slut.”

“What about you?” I taunted, irritated at his repeated insults. “You keep calling me a slut, but you’re the one who can’t seem to stay away from my ass. You’re a fucking freak.”

Jasper’s face hardened into stone. “Once I’m done fucking you live, I’ll post the video online for everyone to see. I wonder what your mom would say when she sees you losing your mind around my cock. She’ll wonder how the hell she missed the fact that her son is a gay whore.”

I gasped. “Jasper—”

“It’s no wonder you turned out to be a cock hungry thing. Your mother is one too. She weasled her way into my family with her pussy. The apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree.”

“Ah!”

“Maybe the hypocritical bitch will be so upset she’ll smash her head against the wall. It would be what she deserves for trying to replace my mom.”

I stared up at him with wide eyes. Was that how he really viewed my mom? I knew he disliked her, but this? This was pure hatred.

Was he doing this to me as a way to get back at my mom? God he was, the sick fuck.

“My mom isn’t a slut. You won’t get away with this, you bastard!”

He flipped me onto my back, and the whip from earlier cracked over my ass. I screamed, tears pouring down my cheeks. The lash of the whip burned like fire.

“It’s high time we went live.” Jasper said. “Don’t you think?”

He stood from me, going to the camera. He was about to go live, and I wasn’t wearing my wig or my mask. Neither was he.

“No, wait.” I begged, crawling forward with my knees. “Give me my mask and my wig, please.”

“And why would I do that?”

“I-if we get caught, it’ll ruin you and your father.” I tried to reason. “It would affect his company and reputation. So please… just give it to me.”

“If that’s the case, there’s no need for you to wear a mask. You’ll have to do without…”

“No!” I shrieked. If he posted the video online, if my mother saw me getting fucked… “No. Please, if you let me wear them, I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Anything I want?” He echoed.

“Anything you want.” I confirmed, even as my tongue flooded with a sour taste.

Jasper walked over to the closet, returning shortly with the golden mask on his face. He crouched in front of me, gently pushing my hair into the brown wig and slipping on my usual silver mask.

His fingers curved my cheek, and his dark eyes glinted from behind the mask. “You see?” He murmured. “I can be reasonable. Of course I wouldn’t expose your identity, Elian.”

He stroked my chin. “Not yet, at least.” His voice was treacle sweet, but so false it made me tense. What the hell did he have planned?

“I just had a brilliant idea. Something tells me you’ll enjoy it even more.” I shuddered.

“Won’t you," The look in Jasper's eyes morphed into something ugly. It chilled me to the bone. "my darling baby brother?”