Chokehold

by Leigh Rivers

My eyes absently zone into the way his throat moves with each gulp. I wish I could cut it wide open and watch the way his blood flows out. I’d make sure I drained every drop, bleed him dry, then sit by while he turns blue and lifeless.

Reaching for the chin of the mask, they don’t stop me as I slide it up, and I hesitate, my heart fucking thundering and cock pulsing as I stare down at my stepbrother.

So, I might have a secret obsession with my stepbrother, but that doesn’t make me gay…right?

Me: Who’s this? His response is immediate. Unknown: Your worst nightmare.

Unknown: I was thinking how fucking pathetic you were, gagging on my dick and clawing at my thighs as though I’d let you breathe if you hurt me. Spoiler: I wouldn’t. You’d die suffocating on my fat cock first.

Unknown: I’m going to fuck up your world and everyone and everything in it. I’ll leave you so broken that you’ll crawl on your hands and bleeding knees, begging for scraps, begging for my cum. Begging for me to hurt you.

Unknown: By the time I’m done with you, nothing will be left for anyone else to salvage.

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.

“Such a good fucking boy,”

“If you’re jealous, you know what you need to do,” he whispers. “If you don’t want me to go to the party, all you need to do is say that.”

“Now, be a good little husband and run.”