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I made the decision to attend the initiation of the most notorious club on Brighton Island—a secluded place near the UK’s southwest coast.
If a week ago someone had told me I’d be standing here wearing a creepy rabbit mask and waiting for the entitled, violence-thirsty Americans to make their appearance, I would’ve laughed.
I’m certainly not laughing now.
hehe
I, Brandon King, belong to one of the most influential families in the UK, if not the most influential, but I still don’t get people’s obsession with selected elites.
The one in the middle has an orange mask and carries a metal club. He’s tall and broad,
but the guy by his side who’s wearing a yellow mask is taller and buffer, and he reeks of hostility, even from this distance.
Red Mask’s fingers wrap around a bat, letting it rest nonchalantly on his shoulder.
can never imagine Lan being a participant in another group’s glory or a mere follower in someone else’s mayhem. He’s too narcissistic for that.
The one in orange, standing tall in the middle, is most likely Jeremy Volkov, the leader of the Heathens and a Russian mafia prince.
Green and Red Masks are possibly Gareth and Killian Carson.
Yellow Mask can only be Nikolai Sokolov. Another Russian mafia prince, Killian and Gareth’s cousin, and the craziest twat who ever walked the earth.
That guy needs to be locked up instead of being allowed to be part of this nonsensical initiation.
I might not be into these types of events, but I’m an athlete, pretty much a professional runner and also the captain of the lacrosse team at REU.
Nikolai barks out laughter that echoes around us in a swell of burgundy and hot red-orange. “There you are. I’ve been looking everywhere for you, eighty-nine.”
“In a hurry to go somewhere?” “More like, I don’t appreciate being touched, especially if the hands are filthy.”
“You’ll get used to it.” Get used to what?
“Bossy. I like it. But you know what I like more? Your posh little accent. Question. Does it sound the same when you say crude things?”
Hehehebebebe
“This is the third and final time I’m telling you this. Let. Go.” “Why?”
“I rather like it here.”
“I don’t.”
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“Even better.”
“Stay fucking still unless you’re in the mood to take care of the boner you’re giving me.” My face falls, figuratively, of course. I’d pay money for it to disappear literally. Indefinitely.
The situation I’m in registers quickly and heat rushes to my head. I’m sitting on a random guy’s lap. Me. Brandon fucking King.
Kolya Jr. has been an adventurous whore since he got his first boner at the fresh age of five.
WHAT A WAY TO START YOUR DAMNCHAPTET 🤓
Good times. For me and my dad. Definitely not for my mom since she was covering my twin sisters’ eyes, ushering them inside, and telling me to get my weenie back in my pants. I pouted as I muttered, “But my weenie really likes the air.” Mom looked at the sky, probably to the invisible big bro up there, and when that didn’t work, she directed her gaze at the actual semblance of a real God in our lives. My dad.
I love kyle
And no, Grandpa doesn’t know I actually call my dick Kolya or I’d need to revoke my Russian card. And that’s no fun. I breathe vodka.
Kolya has become the sluttiest, most adventurous cock anyone would ever meet.
Part of his extended arsenal is being easy to satisfy. Give him a willing hole and he’s weeping in joy—literally. So imagine my goddamn bafflement when he woke up today and chose the silent treatment. I presented an especially sexually frustrated Kolya with his favorite flavors. At the same time. A dick and a pussy? Fucking jackpot, if you ask me.
Kolya’s extravagant magic cross piercing that many swear made them see heaven.
Or hell. Depending on their kink.
a girl was like, “Choke me, Daddy,” and I nearly killed her. In my defense, she didn’t specify how hard I should choke her, so I went with the flow—the flow being maximum violence.
Another guy sent me a text saying, “Are you looking for a doormat? Because you can step on me any day and I’d bend over and take it.” So I did just that and stepped on him. What? He asked for it and, I kid you not, he jizzed all over my room. Then he did bend over and took it. Fun times.
Viagra boy clearly couldn’t get enough, so he bent the other guy over, fucked him, then nutted in his ass. Or I think he did. Because that’s the point where I fell asleep. At the bottom of the stairs.
I swear to fuck my body can only lull itself to sleep on anything that isn’t a bed.
Kolya was most certainly feeling himself and had the night of his dickish life, especially after… A twitch rushes to my groin and I pause. He was feeling himself more than usual when… A reluctant, uptight preppy boy was gliding his firm ass all over him. “Oh no.” I glare down at my pants. “Fuck no, you fucking fuck.” He twitches again as if saying, “Fuck yeah.” “The fuck are you? A masochist? He said he was straight. Told you to keep your nonsense away from him as if it were an insult.”
when I was falling asleep, I wasn’t seeing the hot threesome, but the up and down of a gorgeous Adam’s apple as he flinched, jerked, and swallowed thickly. Fuck me sideways.
Slick brown hair, groomed face, tall and slim frame, but muscled. Yup, don’t let those preppy clothes fool you. Asshole has abs. All six of them. I counted them yesterday since I had nothing else to do with my hands. I would’ve preferred to let my hand go down a more fun path, but I doubt grouchy Brandon would’ve been thrilled. Anyway…stop sidetracking. Now, brain. I mean it.
Blood rushes to my groin and I mutter, “Fuck you, you fucking fuck. You need help.” “You need help, Niko.” My cousin Killian brushes past me on the way inside, accompanied by his brother, Gareth, and my best friend, Jeremy.
“Niko, please tell me you weren’t talking to invisible people just now.” “Of course not. I was having a very frustrating conversation with my dick.”
“That’s even worse.” Gareth shoves my shoulder and chuckles.
“I don’t believe you.” Kill lifts a shoulder as he toys with the remote. “Kill!” Gareth growls. “Stop encouraging his crazy or he’ll be walking around naked for a couple of days.” “Good idea.” I snap my fingers at him. “You’re so smart, Gaz.” His face falls. “Please don’t.”
“What now?” Kill asks with visible amusement. “You going to tell us a tale about your dick?” “Tempting, but I’ll have to take a rain check on that. I’ve been thinking.” “You actually do that? Maybe we should check that head of yours when you receive that treatment for the ED.” “Haha. Hilarious,” I deadpan.
“I don’t find men attractive.” He frowns. “What’s this about?” “Yeah, Niko. Don’t tell me you’re having a sexuality crisis after you’ve been bi for over four years?” I ignore Kill because he’s too manwhorish
“Have you ever been attracted to men?” It’s subtle, and I probably wouldn’t have noticed it if I’d stayed by the door, but Gareth’s eyes widen a little.
TO KNOW GARETH WAS LIKE JUST FUCKED BY KAYDEN THE NIGHT BEFOREPLEASEEEE I LKVE UNLOCKINGS OF THE SIDE STORYS
“Blah fucking blah, just tell me what made your straight ass sway on the line. Figuratively, of course.” I grin. “Or is it literally?” “Fuck you, asshole.” He closes his eyes with pure exasperation. “If you tell anyone about this, especially Kill, I’ll murder you.” “I won’t if you just fess up. What made you change lanes?” “I’m not sure I did—or would, for that matter. It’s just…one person. That’s it.” One person. One. Person. That’s it. Fucking interesting
Man I love my baby boy gareth
On a scale of straighter-than-straight Jer to fluid-as-lube Kill to confused-as-shit Gareth, I wonder where Brandon King falls. Not that I’m tempted to find out. That would be crazy.
Just kidding. I am crazy.
He’s being a dick. Literally.
