Chokehold

by Leigh Rivers

With a predator like him, my power is found in my submission. If I push back, I lose. However, if I willingly sacrifice myself to his hunger for anarchy and complete destruction, he loses. Though he may think he’s the one in complete control, the mask slips when he gives in to those carnal urges. I haven’t succeeded yet, but I will.

I’ll happily burn down the world and everyone in it to watch Cole squirm like a worm on my hook.

There are no lengths, no stretch of the imagination that I won’t go to own every part of him.

We’re both chameleons in our unique ways, hiding behind impenetrable walls and cracked masks.

I wouldn’t force my son to drink gasoline and make him puke it back up, and I wouldn’t make my wife terrified of me.

Holy shit

I’m growing addicted to how it hurts when he looks at me with such fury.

“I need you to know, Cole, that I will never let anyone hurt you again.” My head rolls on the hard floor, and I gaze at his side profile. “Your father will never come close to you or your mom again. I swear it.” He doesn’t reply, but that’s fine. I don’t need him to. His hand in mine is enough for now. I’d live and die a thousand lifetimes to relive this moment, and if this is his only surrender, I’ll take it. “I’ll protect you.”

“I’m scared of losing you. That maybe…you’ll figure out I’m not good enough.” My heart squeezes. “You are good enough, Cole.”

“I know, by the way. I won’t say anything.” I pause my breathing, staring at the road as I turn a corner, five minutes from the house. “What do you mean?” “I love him too.”

“Mia,” I say, breathless from running around the house for the last half an hour. “She called me. She knows I love you.”

“Always be honest with me.”

The irony isnt lost

“You make me feel seen,” he says, pulling me toward the shower. “I like the way you look at me.”

“I broke up with her because I’m not into girls.” They all stop and stare at me. Why are they acting like it’s a big thing? “Is there an issue with me being gay?”

love you,” I say, still trying to breathe properly as his cock softens and slips out of me. “When the fuck did that happen?”

I was Cole Carter, and someone loved me back.

Rage at the world for not accepting all types of love, no matter age, race, or gender. I fucking hate that Cole has to worry about our parents’ opinion of us. They wouldn’t bat an eyelid about our union if I were a girl. But I have a dick, and therefore, he spent the day fearing their rejection, and that makes me want to break shit.

He flips the lock, the sound whispering filth to my dick,