Текст книги "Games Frat Boys Play "

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Chapter 11

Having sex with Brandon had been the last thing on my mind when he came over so I could help him with his paper. But it had been kind of a shitty day. I woke up in Dante’s arms, and he made me breakfast before I came home. He’d sent me a few flirty texts in the morning, which made me smile, and I’d responded in kind. He wanted me to come back over that night, but I remembered agreeing to help Brandon with his paper so had to beg off—and the next night was Big Brother Night and I’d be stuck at the house. So we made plans for me to come over for dinner on Sunday. Make sure you bring a swimsuit ;) was his last text.

I’d gone to my classes walking on air. I couldn’t focus on the lectures. I just sat there and daydreamed about Dante, remembering what it felt like to have his arms around me, remembering how special being with him was. I’d always thought the term making love was stupid—but now I understood what it meant. There was definitely a difference between that and fucking. I was sorry I wasn’t going to be able to see him again until Sunday. I couldn’t wait—especially after he texted me a nude photo while I was sitting in my Art History class.

It was at the gym that the day started going downhill.

I showed up at Body Quest in my workout clothes. I checked in at the front desk, and the girl working there frowned at me. “Didn’t Jay call you?”

“I don’t think so,” I replied, pulling my phone out of my shorts pocket. I checked the messages. Nothing from Jay. “Is there a problem?”

“You really need to talk to Jay.” She sighed. “He doesn’t work here anymore. He should have called his clients to let them know.” She pushed a stray lock of hair off her forehead. “I’m so sorry.”

“What?” I stared at her. “What happened?”

She looked around, then leaned over the counter. “I’m not supposed to say anything,” she whispered, “but you were one of his clients so you should probably know. He had sex in the steam room with one of the members.”

Oh, my God. “Seriously?”

She nodded. “One of the other members went into the locker room and saw him. He even recorded it on his cell phone and turned it over to the manager.” She clicked her tongue. “The member is going to have his membership canceled, once Rosemary gets a chance to talk to him.” She shook her head. “Can you believe it?”

“Thanks,” I mumbled, and headed over to the elliptical machine to start my workout.

Somehow, I managed to make it through my workout. I drifted from machine to machine, crazy thoughts running through my head.

They’re going to cancel my membership, I’m going to have to find another gym and another trainer, someone taped us in the steam room, I wonder who it was, I can’t believe I let him do it, I wonder why someone would do such a thing, there’s a video of me having sex with Jay, oh, my God, I wonder if anyone else has seen it, what if it gets posted on the Internet, oh, God, I need to talk to Dante, what am I going to do?

When I finished my workout, I headed out to the parking lot. I got into my car and sat there for a moment. I got my phone out of the console and texted Jay: Just found out—dude, I’m so sorry.

I didn’t expect an answer, and didn’t get one.

All the way home I fumed. There had to be something I could do. Sure, Jay and I had broken the gym rules, but it was still shitty. I made a call when I got home, and felt a lot better when I hung up.

Brandon showed up at six on the dot, wearing a pair of nylon sweatpants and a tank top showing off his broad shoulders and firm chest. He gave me a hug and a kiss when I answered the door. It was obvious he wasn’t wearing underwear. “Thanks for doing this,” he said, plopping down on my couch. “I appreciate it.” He winked at me. “I promise to make it up to you somehow.”

“No need. You want something to drink?” I asked, getting myself a Diet Dr Pepper out of the refrigerator. Soda makes you bloat, but I kept some on hand for a treat every once in a while. After the weird thing with Jay, I felt like I deserved some kind of treat.

“A Diet Dr Pepper would be great,” he replied, removing reference books from his backpack.

I walked into the living room carrying his can of soda. He took it from me, and I sat down on the couch next to him. “Your topic is the Thirty Years’ War? When is this due?”

He nodded. “Yes. And it’s due on Monday.”

“Nothing like waiting to the last minute,” I said, and I laughed. “But you’re not going to get a good grade on so broad a subject. I mean, historians write books on the subject and can’t get everything in,” I explained. “All you’ll be able to do is oversimplify everything, and I’m sure your professor is sick to death of that kind of paper.”

He grinned at me and shrugged. “That’s why I’m here.” He frowned, knitting his eyebrows together. “What do you suggest?”

“One of the most interesting dynamics to this religious war is the fact that Catholic France—led by a cardinal, no less—intervened on behalf of the German Protestants,” I replied. “Cardinal Richelieu was one of the first modern statesmen; he was able to look past the religious question and realize it was in the best interests of the French to side with the Protestants, to break the power of the Catholic Hapsburgs. By doing so, he made France the preeminent power in Europe.” I shrugged. “That should be your thesis.”

“You sure know a lot about this.” Brandon started bouncing his legs on his toes. His left knee brushed against mine.

“I wrote a paper about Cardinal Richelieu’s contributions to the Thirty Years’ War in high school,” I replied. He stopped bouncing his legs and slid down on the couch a bit. He spread his legs out wide, and his knee came to rest touching mine. I picked up one of the books from the coffee table, glancing at him out of the corner of my eye. Is he hitting on me? Or had it just been an accident since we’re sitting so close? I flipped the book open to the index and found RICHELIEU, CARDINAL. I marked the page with a Post-it note and scanned the entries. “At that time, it was truly shocking that France . . .” I let my sentence trail off. Brandon’s hand had dropped to my inner thigh. I turned my head. “What are you doing?”

He gave me his gap-toothed grin. “Do you mind?”

I swallowed. “Well—” I licked my lips. “No, not really.” His hand slid up my leg. I put the book down and leaned back into the couch. “Is this why you asked me for my help?” I swallowed. “It’s not like we have a lot of time to work on this paper, Brandon.”

His hand reached my crotch and he let it rest lightly on my stiffening cock. He leaned into me and kissed the side of my neck. “I really need help with my paper,” he breathed against my neck, “but I kind of need help with my hard-on, too.” He took my left hand and pressed it against his hardness.

I choked down a laugh. It was like dialogue from a porn movie—a bad porn movie. But the hardness I could feel through the thin nylon was rather impressive. I closed my hand around it, and he moaned, closing his eyes. “Yes,” he breathed, “oh, yes.” He opened his eyes. “Can we go into your bedroom?”

“Okay.” I stood up and started walking toward the hall, but he grabbed me from behind and swung me up into his arms easily. “Damn, you’re strong.” I put my arms around his neck.

“I’ve wanted you to fuck me since we came back this semester.” He carried me down the hall and put me down on my bed. He smiled down at me and pulled his tank top over his head.

I’d seen him shirtless before on the dance floor at Fusions but had never paid a lot of attention—I had always been focused on Chad. I’d always thought Brandon was hot, but I’d never realized just how hot. His torso was hairless other than the path of curly dark hairs trailing down from his navel. I’d never noticed how broad and muscular his shoulders were, or how thick the muscles of his upper arms were. Veins bulged in his forearms. His stomach wasn’t ripped but was completely flat, and two deep lines descended from his pelvic bones to disappear inside the waistband of the sweatpants. Just below his ribs, two abdominal muscles stood out above the flat plain beneath, but as he moved, the lower abdominal muscles popped out as well, disappearing again when he put his arms down. He kicked off his sandals, hooked his thumbs inside his waistband, and pulled the sweatpants off in one fluid movement. He placed his hands on his bare hips and just stood there for me to take it all in. His cock was long, thicker at the base, and narrowing as it reached his thick mushroom-like head. His pubic hair was trimmed short, and his balls were shaved hairless, nice and plump beneath the branch of his cock. His legs were also smooth—not defined but solid in their muscularity and the smoothness of his skin. I reached out with my right hand and stroked his left leg.

His skin was softer than I would have thought, and silky to the touch.

He climbed onto the bed, getting on all fours and then leaning down to kiss my neck. His tongue darted out and ran down my neck, making me shiver with desire. He undid the button of my shorts and yanked down. I lifted my ass, and my shorts and underwear slid down my legs. I pulled my shirt off and tossed it over into the corner.

“Wow,” Brandon said, his eyes widening. “You have a huge cock.”

“I do?”

He kissed the head of it, and a bit of pre-cum leaked. “Oh, yeah.” He smiled up at me. “It’s big, man, one of the biggest I’ve ever seen—outside of a porn movie, that is.” He opened his mouth and took the tip inside, swirling his tongue around it.

“Oh . . . my . . . GOD,” I moaned, putting my hands beneath my head as he started sliding his mouth up and down over it. His right hand came up and started pinching my right nipple, and involuntarily I thrust my hips upward.

He gagged a bit, letting me slide out of his mouth. A string of spit extended from the head to his mouth, and he wiped it away. He winked at me, and whispered, “Don’t do that, man.” He pulled on my nipple again. “It’s too big—let me work it my own way. You won’t be sorry, I promise.”

“Sorry,” I whispered, and I actually was. “It was a reflex.”

“Just relax and let me worship this monster the way it deserves to be worshipped.” His left eye slid shut in a wink.

He certainly knew what he was doing.

After a few moments, I stopped him. “I’m going to come if you don’t stop.”

“Don’t want that.” He licked the head of my cock one last time before straddling me. I handed him a condom, and he opened it, sliding it down over my cock. He grabbed the bottle of lube from my nightstand, squirted some into his hand, and slicked up my cock. He winked at me again as he maneuvered himself down on top of me. His eyes closed as I entered him. “Oh, damn, that’s big,” he muttered, inching down a bit more before stopping again. “Man, I don’t know if I can take all that.”

“Take it,” I growled. I was already close, and this teasing with his tight asshole was going to make me come.

He stuck his tongue out at me and grinned. He took a deep breath, exhaled, and slid all the way down. “Oh, yeah,” he moaned, and started riding me. He held me down so I couldn’t move—he really was strong—not letting me arch up or try to take control. He started moving up and down, slowly. He would go all the way up until just the tip was inside him, and then slide down really fast before going up in slow motion again.

“Dude, I’m really close,” I said again, and he opened his eyes.

“So am I,” he whispered, and he slid down again.

He cried out when he reached the bottom, and he started coming. Warm drops shot out of his cock, hitting me on the face, on the chest, and all over my abdomen. He jerked spasmodically with each shot, an involuntary cry coming from his lips.

And as he ground down on me, the pressure on my balls broke and I felt my own eruption begin.

He was still holding me down so I couldn’t move.

It was agony—a delicious agony. My back arched, my legs twitched, and I couldn’t catch my breath.

“Wow,” I whispered after the last spasm had passed.

He leaned down and kissed me, and slid me out of him. He collapsed next to me on the bed. “That was nice,” he whispered.

I started to protest when Brandon lit a cigarette, but I closed my mouth and put my head back down on his chest and listened to his heart beat.

That was when he made the remark about me sleeping with Dante.

“And how did you know about me and Dante?” I asked, watching as his cock continued to stiffen as my fingers traced figures around his navel.

He put a hand down on top of mine, stopping my hand. He kissed the top of my head again. “Rees saw your car parked in front of his house last night,” he said slowly.

“Rees?”

He laughed. “It’s a small town, man.” He inhaled on his cigarette. “Rees has a fuck buddy who lives down the street from Dante. Your car was still there this morning.”

I closed my eyes. “Shit.”

“I mean, I don’t care, and don’t worry—I’m not going to say anything to Chad.” His voice hardened. “I’m pretty fucking sick of Chad, to tell you the truth.”

That got my attention. Careful, Jordy, you can’t be sure if you can trust him completely, I reminded myself. He’s been one of Chad’s acolytes for a long time now. Chad might have put him up to this. Inwardly, I shook my head.

I was getting way too paranoid.

“Why?” I kissed his chest. “I thought you guys were all really tight. Pledge brothers, and all.”

“Oh, Rees and I have known Chad for years—long before we came to school here,” Brandon went on. “We knew each other in high school.”

“But you didn’t go to the same high school.”

“We lived in towns right next to each other,” Brandon went on. “You didn’t know that? Woodbridge and Salem are right beside each other. Our city limit ends where theirs begins.” He kissed the top of my head again.

“Wow. What was that like?”

“Chad was different then.” He sighed as I started rubbing my thumb over the head of his cock. “He was a really sweet guy.”

“He still is,” I lied.

“No, he isn’t. He’s changed a lot.” Brandon dropped the cigarette butt into the soda can, where it hissed. “He really was different, you know.” He laughed. “Nobody liked Chad at his school. Salem was a lot different from Woodbridge. Salem was pretty relaxed about things—more liberal, I guess you’d say. Woodbridge? Everyone in Woodbridge pretty much went to this awful church that kind of controls the town. They have a curfew for kids, you know—you can’t be out past ten. Chad was this tall, skinny kid with bottle glasses, and he didn’t really fit in. He got picked on a lot. And his dad?” He shook his head. “Mr. York is a real dick-wad. Chad couldn’t wait to get out of there. We used to talk about it all the time.” He sighed. “Being gay was easier for me and Rees in Salem. It didn’t hurt, I guess, that we were both jocks. I played basketball and baseball, Rees was on the wrestling team. But no one at our school cared we were gay, you know?”

“Uh-huh,” I said, my heart pounding.

“But when we got here, Chad changed. I mean, yeah, Chad was kind of our leader. He could always come up with fun things to do. We made a pact to come here.” He started stroking my hair. “And you know, when we were pledges, Chad was our class president. He’s really organized, and he was great. The brothers all loved him. And it all kind of went to his head.” He shrugged. “Maybe it was being a dork in high school. I don’t know, really. But that’s when Chad got to be controlling and so mean.”

“Mean?”

“Oh, come on, Jordy, surely you’ve noticed he’s got a mean tongue on him!” Brandon started laughing. “He’s mean, but in a funny way, that’s why it’s so hard. You never know if he’s just teasing you or being a bitch. And if he doesn’t get his own way, he goes for the throat.”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“And he likes to use people. I don’t like that,” Brandon went on. “I mean, I remember the day you walked into Rush. You walked in—I was working the table, remember? —and as soon as I saw you I thought, Oh, no, Chad’s going to eat this kid alive. And sure enough, when Chad came to the table and saw you, he said something awful to you—I don’t remember what it was.”

“I don’t remember.”

“You’ve got spinach in your teeth.”

“And I remember after you walked away, I thought, Chad’s going to blackball that kid and not give him a chance.”

I bit my lip.

Brandon laughed, and it was an unpleasant sound. “And then he saw your application, and how much money your parents were worth. He took off looking for you.”

It took all of my willpower to keep my hand from shaking.

“I mean, how fucking shallow, right?” Brandon started stroking my back. “Only two things matter to him—looks and money. You had money.”

I closed my eyes. My heart hurt.

“It was sickening the way he sucked up to you,” Brandon went on. “Sickening. And all because you had money.”

“I—I don’t understand.” Somehow, I managed to keep my voice from shaking.

“Sweetie, of course you don’t.” Brandon kissed the top of my head again. “Why do you think Rees and I didn’t try to be friendly to you when you were a pledge? We both liked you, but what Chad was doing made us sick. Chad was being your friend because you had money, and then would make fun of you behind your back, to us.”

I bit my lip and blinked back the tears forming. A rush of memories flooded through me.

“That’s really why Rees and I talked to you yesterday in the Quad,” he said. “Because we knew if we didn’t, Chad would be so hateful to you.”

“But he is my friend, right?”

“That’s what I am trying to tell you, dear.” Brandon laughed. “Don’t ever think Chad is your friend. He isn’t. He isn’t anyone’s friend.”

“What did he used to say about me?”

“Used to?” Brandon stopped stroking my back. “You know what? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything to begin with.” His hand started moving again. “He just makes me so angry sometimes . . . and you’re a really great guy, Jordy. Really. Forget the whole thing.”

Stay focused, don’t let him know how much it hurts—you have to find out!

I kept my voice light. “You think I’m a great guy? Or do you just like my big dick?”

He shifted onto his side and looked into my eyes. “Jordy. You’re a great guy. You also happen to have a great big dick.” He grinned at me. “And really, Jordy, I’m sorry I said anything. Forget about it. Don’t think about it anymore. Chad is so not worth it.” He reached out and stroked the side of my face.

“I promise I won’t be upset.” I reached down and closed my hand around his erection, sliding my thumb over the head.

“God, that feels so good,” Brandon moaned.

I pushed him over on his back and rolled on top of him, pushing his legs apart with mine. I started grinding my crotch against his and grabbed both of his wrists and held them down over his head. I put my mouth on his armpit and began lightly nibbling at the delicate skin just beyond the razor stubble. His hips started moving back and forth as a low growl escaped from his throat. His eyes went back in his head, which also tilted backward. I moved my mouth up to his ear, placing more pressure on his wrists. “You like when I dominate you, don’t you,” I whispered in his ear before licking his earlobes. He continued writhing underneath me. “You like being dominated, don’t you, boy?”

His head nodded, his breath coming faster and faster as my cock ground against his.

I let go of his hands and rolled off him.

“Hey!” He pouted. “Why are you stopping?”

I rolled over onto my side and smiled at him. “Are you going to tell me what Chad said?”

His eyes widened, and his lips spread in a delighted smile. “Are you saying you won’t fuck me unless I tell you?”

I raised my eyebrows.

“Oh, that’s evil!”

I grabbed hold of his cock and started moving my hand.

“Jord-eeeeeeeee . . .” he moaned. With my other hand I began pinching one of his nipples. I placed my mouth on his throat and started licking the base.

“Oh God oh God Jordy please fuck me please . . .”

“Tell me,” I breathed into his ear, stilling my hands.

He opened his eyes. “Okay, man, but you wanted to know.”

I kept rubbing the head of his cock as he talked, even though what he was saying sickened me. His words washed over me like acid, flaying away my skin. It felt like my soul was shriveling inside of me, my heart was shattering.

It hurt, oh, God, how the words hurt.

When he was finished, he closed his eyes.

I climbed on top of him, spread his legs wide, and slipped a condom over my cock. I grabbed the lube bottle and squirted some on myself, then shoved myself into him as hard as I could, as far as I could go.

His mouth opened and a loud gasp came out of him.

I started fucking him, raping him as hard as I could.

I pounded him, going deeper inside of him than I had the first time. He tried to form words, but couldn’t. He could barely catch his breath as I pounded him, my movements so rough and powerful that his head banged against the headboard a few times. His eyes were half-closed, his breaths coming in gasps as I tugged at his nipples, bit them, all the while pulling myself almost completely out of him before ramming into him as hard as I could.

At some point he stopped being Brandon to me.

He became Chad.

And I wanted to hurt him as badly as he’d hurt me, as he’d hurt others and would hurt still more men in the future, men he hadn’t met yet, men who didn’t even know he existed, men whose lives he would wreck and damage, the way he’d wrecked me.

I heard Chad’s voice sneering the words Brandon had repeated to me.

He’s such a loser. All he has going for him is his money.

Wham!

No one would want him. He’s so lame, such a loser.

WHAM!

He’s acting like a whore, though why anyone would want to fuck him is beyond me. There’s no accounting for taste.

His voice kept echoing inside of my head as my climax began to build inside of me, but I kept pounding him, deeper and deeper. I was slamming him hard, but all he could do was moan, louder and louder, and I kept fucking him. . . .

And then I came in a violent convulsion, an orgasm that wracked my entire body, and as I came, Brandon started to come with a loud scream.

And I collapsed on top of him, both of us trembling.

“Wow,” Brandon said after what seemed like an eternity. “Just—wow. That was—wow.” He pushed me off and sat up, turning to put his feet on the floor. He shook his head. “I—I don’t know if I can stand up.”

“Sorry,” I said between gasps. “I—I don’t know what came over me.”

He looked back over his shoulder at me and flashed his gap-toothed grin. “Never, ever apologize for fucking someone like that, Jordy.” He stood up and walked into the bathroom, holding on to the wall. A few moments later, I heard the shower start running.

I rolled over onto my back and stared at the ceiling.

Now that I was alone, I waited for the tears to come.

But they didn’t.

All I felt was anger.

My original plan of vengeance was too, too simple. It was predicated on the notion that Chad was a human being with a heart, feelings, and emotions. That would never work. He was evil, pure and simple. He was a user. He’d treated Roger like shit. He pretended to be my friend and laughed at me behind my back. I could even almost forgive him for dismissing me as not attractive enough—and even had been willing to do so. But this? No, this was far, far worse. He was a monster, and he always got away with it. Chad would never want me. To him, I was always going to be a sad, pathetic loser.

No, Chad’s payback had to be bigger than what I’d originally planned.

I had to drive a stake through his rotten, foul heart.

Brandon came walking back into my bedroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled his sweatpants on. He looked at me. “You’re not going to tell Chad, are you?”

I looked at him. “Why would I do that?”

“Good.” He let out a sigh of relief as he pulled his tank top back on. He leaned over and kissed my cheek. “I guess we should get back to work on the paper.”

“Screw it.” I smiled at him. “You can just use mine, right? It’s not like your professor would ever find out.”

His eyes widened. “Really?” He leaned over and kissed me. “Can you e-mail it to me? When I get back to the house I’ll put my name on it and send it in.”

“Sure.” I touched his back.

He put a finger over my lips. “Maybe I could come back over next Thursday and you could help me with some other things?” He smiled.

“Yeah.” I smiled back. “That would be great.”

“Okay. See you then.”

I heard my front door close behind him.

I put my hands behind my head and stared at the ceiling.

So, I’m just a sad, pathetic loser, huh, Chad? I thought to myself. We’ll just see who the sad, pathetic loser is, you worthless piece of shit. When I’m done with you, you’ll be sorry you were ever born. Your days of using and abusing people are over. I’m going to see to it that you’re punished, once and for all.

I picked up my cell phone, and texted Dante: Hey, babe, Brandon just left. You up for some company?

He answered almost immediately: Sorry, I’m tired. And something came up on Sunday.

I stared at the message.

Was he blowing me off?

I got up and walked into my study. Tapping the phone against my chin, I e-mailed the paper to Brandon.

Jay was fired today. Now Dante’s blowing me off.

Maybe I was just being paranoid, but—

I scrolled through my in-box. Most of it was junk, but there was one from one of the brothers—Bobby Dunlap. I frowned. Bobby was a nice guy, but we weren’t exactly buddies. He liked to gossip too much. The saying around the house was “telephone, telegram, tell Bobby.”

There was a file attached to it.

I clicked the e-mail open. The only message was Have you seen this yet?

My heart sinking, I saw it was a video file. I clicked to download it, and when it opened—

It was me and Jay in the steam room.

I clicked it closed.

Everyone at the house has probably seen this.

I fought down the panic.

Chad.

It had to be Chad.

My jaw set. Okay, then, so that’s how it’s going to be, so be it.

Let the games begin.