Lahat ng Kabanata ng PAY TO BREAK ME: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

(Aaron's Pov)Desperately, my sword found her left side, and I stabbed her, with only a few seconds left on the clock.Yes!A small smattering of enthusiastic applause and even a cheer echoed through the room as our Coach, and referee, called out a point for me.I took off my head gear, grinning. Marilyn, my opponent, one of only six in the entire school, did too. She mustered up a smile, even though I could tell she was a little disappointed. She'd been the first rated fencer for a year now, I'd heard.She nodded at me and walked off. A warm glow had begun in my chest and was spreading all over me. I felt like I could walk on water if I tried hard enough. Beating Marilyn, even if it was by a close call, was a great achievement and it puffed up my chest.It was just fencing… but I felt invincible.Kyle walked up to meet me, with a grin mirroring mine. “Congratulations Double A,” he started, as I began to walk to the changing room, “I'm not sure what happened exactly but apparently you

(Aaron’s POV)“What are we doing here?” I asked, looking at the building like it was a maximum security prison. The green neon sign of what we're obviously two women rubbing on themselves winked at us and I quickly looked away.To Kyle's credit, he did look sheepish and slightly embarrassed. He should have. A strip club?“Okay so, I was thinking—”“Were you?” I cut in, glancing at the building. It was still there, just as it had been a few seconds ago.“Yes,” Kyle said, rubbing his neck. “I was thinking about how repressed you've forced yourself to be even though you've been wanting to lose it since last year.”“Kyle!” I groaned, burying my head in my hands. My face was red, I knew it, and I felt a hot sting of shame.“What?” Kyle responded, whispering for some reason. “It's true.”It really was your own people that knew how best to mortify you. “Well yeah, I started hesitantly, “but—”“But nothing!” Kyle cut in, his face beginning to redden too. “Just because you're gay doesn't mean

(Jack’s Pov)Aaron?You had to be fucking kidding me. Aaron had paid for me?I couldn’t fucking believe it. I stood, back to the door, my fingers flexing harshly. Why was he suddenly everywhere around me? Did he know who I was under this mask?He couldn’t. I didn’t use my name at the club and I was wearing a fucking mask right now.Still, I couldn't do it. I had fucked some questionable people for my job but one of the school’s biggest, antisocial nerds? No. I couldn’t.I started to walk.But I didn’t go further than three steps when something stopped me. Fuck me, the money he'd paid.I wanted it, and I wanted it bad. I'd already planned out how I was going to spend it in my head and I wanted it in my hands.I gritted my teeth. Maybe I could find someone else for tonight. But they probably wouldn’t be willing to drop so much money unplanned. If I could scrounge something up, it would not be as much as the money bags currently sitting in that room.Fuck! I wanted to punch him so hard I

Jack’s PovAaron was looking at me.As my finger slid into him up to the hilt and he let out a surprised moan, his eyes found me. Myheart rate sped up, and, weirdly… I wanted to take a picture of the look on his face.The pleased surprise was the most evident, eyes glittering with the new sensation. But therewas also this other thing, this… awe tangled in, like he was thankful for what I was doing to him.He needed to stop looking at me like that.I quickly took out my finger and, still lazily stroking his dick, I pushed into him.I knew it.I stifled a small groan as he he tried to suck me in more. I knew, just from my finger, that hewould feel good. But I was barely in his hole when he froze again, his eyes falling closed.He wasn't okay. “Stop?”“No, no,” he forced out through gritted teeth.I sighed, chastising myself for rushing again. I needed him slack, relaxed. I should have workedmore fingers into him first, or the best way, given him an orgasm. I hadn’t eve

Jack's PovHe wants what?I paused, just the condom popping off my dick. I cocked my head, looking at Aaron.Oh he was a sight when he was completely satiated.He sat leaned to one side, his chest rising and falling, cum on his pale skin. His nipples werestill slightly red, and the thought that I hadn't touched them as much as I should have flickeredthrough my mind. I had a theory of just how much noise I could draw out of him using them.And his face. He looked so relaxed, so languid and he let me see it. He sat there, openly.Weirdly, it sent a warm flush rushing over me. Usually after I was done with my clients, they'dmove away, closing themselves from me.Usually I'd just shrug. That didn't bother me. I understood. The time they'd allowed to touch theirbody was up and now I had gone from a prostitute giving them pleasure to a prostitute they hadno more need for.Aaron had his legs spread, fully facing me.Aaron seemed like he would like to talk while I smoked. H