Chokehold

by Leigh Rivers

The only person I care about, and who stirs the numbness inside me, is the boy across the table. He looks at me, and I tilt my head.

Instead, I found myself hovering by Cole’s bedside. I’m hard. Frustrated. His dark hair obscures his eyes, so I reach out to stroke it away. Why does my heart thud harder when I feel his warmth?

His words are muffled behind the duct tape on his mouth, and he tries to look at me over his shoulder. I pull the belt tight, then lean down to whisper in his ear, “You want a fucking villain, Cole?”

His back breaks out in a cold sweat, and I smile against the shell of his ear before tracing it with my tongue. I bite down, making him grunt from the sharp sting. “Do you know what I think, brother?” Shifting, I settle on top of him. “Beneath your bad attitude, you’re a slut.”

“I like thinking of you waking up next to your girlfriend, with your brother’s cum leaking from your ass. Does she rim you, Cole? Do you let that pretty girlfriend of yours lick your ass?” He yanks on the restraints, breathing harshly through his nose.

I’m powerless against him when he shivers beneath me—tied up, naked, and trembling.

My hair falls over my brow as I watch my dick slide through his ass cheeks. Fuck me. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve seen.

fist his dick, stroking the firm length from root to tip and smiling. “So fucking needy, huh?” He grunts. “I fucking hate you.” “Good.” His dick pulses in my hand. “You can hate me while you come all over my fingers.” “Fuck you,” he growls, thrusting against my palm, his choppy breaths fanning my mouth. “Fuck you to hell and back.”

“If you ever touch me again,” he breathes against my skin, “I’ll kill you. I won’t hesitate to end you.” Trailing my fingers through the sweat and cum on his back, I hum while his muscles shift and ripple. “That sounds like a promise.” His husky voice drifts over my ear. “Stay away from me, Blaise.”

“You’re scared of what would happen if I hugged you now. If I held you close and told you how fucking perfect you are. You’d sooner cut yourself open on your own blade than let someone hold you after they’re done fucking you.” Though it pains me to do it, I press my palms to his chest and shove him away. He stumbles back, and I walk past him. “Don’t worry, Cole. I could never fall for you. You’re safe.” Lies. Fucking lies.

“And don’t you ever do that to me again.” “Do what?” He smirks. “Make you feel good?” My fist is flying before I can stop it, my knuckles smashing into his cheek so hard, my wrist aches and Blaise hits the ground.

“Blaise?” she asks, nervous. As I stroke a strand of hair behind her ear, she holds her breath. Something about the flicker of doubt in her eyes soothes my inner turmoil. Even so, I cup her chin and claim her mouth. Our lips crash, and I frown, kissing her harder.

Why the hell is it that I feel nothing when I touch anyone but Cole? My girlfriend could be an object. I taste the coppery blood on her tongue, and my heart remains a dull, steady beat.

It never bothered me before to use people for my gain, like pieces in a chess game, but now it seems like I have a queen on my board—the most valuable player—and I can’t fucking get to it. Cole smirks at me from behind a wall of pawns, protected by his rooks and bishops. My king can’t defeat his army, and I’m yet to decide if he’s a coward or if he’s smart for building his walls this high.

Mia’s eyes roll back into her head when I ram my dick into her tight cunt. I still feel nothing. She squeals, and I pause when the door creaks. He’s here, watching me fuck my girlfriend. Cole sets me on fire as he drops a metaphorical matchstick to the gasoline trail on the ground. I feel again.

I’m finally alive again. Alive in ways I’ve never been. So what if I have to hurt him to taste freedom from the suffocating darkness? It’s worth it. He is worth it.

Cole grabs my hair and knees me in the head. I laugh even harder. My nose is busted. I swipe my hand through the pouring blood before collapsing onto my back, tasting iron at the back of my mouth. “Feel better yet?”

“What scares you, Cole?” He pauses and looks up at me, his blue eyes flicking between mine. I lower my gaze. “You don’t have to answer.”

“How about you?” he asks as he rubs his neck. I answer without thinking twice. “I’m scared to kiss you.” He stills.

I want to break his hands when he touches her.

Maybe if I crash, he’ll die, and I’ll be free of him.

A few minutes later, he talks again. “She’s kinda nuts, ain’t she?” I feel my right eye twitch. Another minute. “She must be nuts if she put up with you for two years.”

Stepbrothers aren’t supposed to know what their cocks feel like in each other’s palms. It’s not normal for me to know how tight Blaise’s throat strangled my cock when he⁠—

His dark hair falls over his brow, so I brush it away and stroke his jaw. My fingers drag over the scratch of his stubble, and I bite back a pained groan. I can’t stop touching him or marveling at how perfect he is beneath all that fear and anger, which he wields like sharp weapons to keep others at a safe distance. My heart pounds harder when I wrap my fingers around his throat. The urge is there to steal the last breath from his lips. Maybe then he’d wake up and fight me. I squeeze lightly, careful not to wake him.

I love the feel of his dick in my hand. It’s bigger than mine, but not by much. His eyes move rapidly beneath his lids as I stroke his length until he hovers right at the edge. I keep him there, suspended, swiping my thumb through a bead of precum.

My heart swells as I whisper, “One day, you’ll beg me to kiss these perfect lips, big brother.”

“Keep going,” Blaise demands, stepping back from us completely, watching Mia sucking me off and sliding her hands up my thighs.

It feels good, but the fact Blaise is watching drives me insane. I’m thickening with every suck and lick, and my hips meet each bob of her head. I open my eyes, watching him watch us, looking painfully hard. We keep our eyes locked as Mia gags and slurps and deepthroats me.

“Because my girlfriend is here, or because we’re stepbrothers?”

“Have you ever fucked an ass before, Cole?” he asks as he pushes his thumb against Mia’s back hole, making her moan. “It’s so fucking tight, it sometimes feels like your dick will get stuck.” Spitting on her ass, he fingers her there, forcing two, three fingers in, causing Mia to grab my thighs and sink her nails into my skin. The bite of pain makes me harder, especially when Blaise grins at me like a psychopath.

“What do you think has my girlfriend so wet, me in her ass, or your dick in her throat?”

“Suck,” I whisper. Mia sucks harder, the same time as Blaise’s lips close around my three fingers and does as he’s told.

I mean, it makes sense… He likes pussy, and I’m a fucking guy.

“What’s it like?” “To be in love?” He nods, and I sigh as I gaze up at the ceiling again. “It aches…right here.” I place my hand on my chest and move it in a circle. “And I’m powerless to make it go away. I was curious at first, you know? I noticed him when I didn’t notice anyone.” I look at Jackson, at the stubble on his cheek and his dark hair. “I didn’t know how to handle those emotions.”

I stop short of telling him that I drugged my stepbrother and made him fuck my girlfriend while his girl sucked me off. That feels like oversharing.

No sooner have the words left my mouth than his fist slams into my cheek. I’ve got to give it to him, he has a mean right hook.

Blaise is still storming through the woods an hour later while I watch him, following, stalking, keeping my eyes on his shadowy form through my mask.

I’ve never put a dick in my mouth before, but I want to try it. I want to make Blaise feel good, yet hate himself for it. To devour each inch and feel my own dick beg for some sort of sensation.

Absently, he moves his hips upwards, and my tip rubs the underside of his cock, which makes us both stop breathing. He does it again and again, until I start moving with him while I fill my lungs with toxic fumes and blow it at him in a cloud of smoke.

“Hmm.” I lick at my lips, staring at his mouth, the parted lips and the anticipation for more. I lower my voice. “I think you taste good, but I need more than a teaser.”

Me and Blaise. On the forest floor and sucking each other’s dicks. I kind of want his dad to find us, for him to see me fucking his son’s throat. It’ll teach him a lesson not to mess with me anymore, because I’d just fuck his spawn over and over.

I can comfortably grab at his ass cheeks and take him deep into my throat without worrying about my sexuality being questioned, or the fact I’m fully into my little stepbrother.

I pop his length out my mouth, filling my lungs as I watch my middle finger go around and around, his ass puckering and dying for attention. He flinches as I gather spit in my mouth and aim for his hole, making him moan again, even louder, and fuck me, I nearly come with the way his throat tightens.

We fall into a rhythm while I fuck his throat and finger his ass. He chokes, I choke. He gags, I gag. He thrusts, I thrust.

Blaise pops my cock out of his mouth and replaces his finger with his tongue and…fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

His tongue slides around my rim and punches the tip into the tight hole, spreading my cheeks to open me for his mouth. He licks at me, forcing his tongue in more, and eats my ass while he adjusts our position. He drags me to my knees and licks and sucks at my ass from behind, until his hands find their way in front, one fisting my dick and the other grabbing my balls and massaging them.

My mouth falls on his before I can even think about it, forcing my tongue into his mouth. Instead of refusing, Blaise lets me take his bottom lips between my teeth and rip the skin. He moves his hips up to rub our cocks together as I suck on his tongue, needing more.

The look in Cole’s eyes and the tremble in his hands when he lowers the phone scares me more than his silence. He’s not looking at me, and I worry that I have lost him for good this time.

Nothing about this situation is okay. His father is out to hurt him and his family. Cole still carries the scars from years of abuse, and sure, he hides them well. But every now and then, the mask cracks and I get to see the real Cole.

His dark eyes meet mine, swimming with tears that I know won’t fall. Not yet, anyway.