Twist the Chain: The Cycle
I was beyond frustrated when I finally got home late in the evening. I had already missed my project class in the afternoon, and everyone was angry with me because I forgot to complete my part of the project. But what really pushed me over the edge was running into Nathan and his dumb companions when I went home. Nathan was the king of my high school. If you were lucky, he and his friends would only tease you—but that was rare. Most of the time, you ended up getting a beating for Nathan's sheer enjoyment.
Anyway, after the hell of my day, I crashed onto my bed, completely exhausted and ignoring the bruises. That's when I noticed a new message I received, along with a picture, from an unknown number.
"You won't believe this, mate. Take a look at this."
I had no idea who this guy was, but damn he was an eyecandy, even though his face wasn’t visible. With his edgy tattoos, bulging muscles, and spot-on sense of style, it was clear he knew exactly how to make an impression. Unsure of how to respond to such an unexpected message, I decided to stay true to myself and answer honestly.
"Hey, looking good there, but you’ve got the wrong number."
I hesitated, unsure if revealing my identity to a stranger was a good idea. But his looks were enough to weaken my resolve—I couldn't resist. Unless he was a creepy dude catfishing, I was determined to find out what he really was about.
"This is Daniel E. I doubt you were looking for me."
"Daniel E.? E. for earnest as fuck? You really should get more chill, dude"
What a douche!? Before I could even think of a response, he added a single word to his previous message:
Offended by the mockery of a random dude, I was about to block this guy. He was probably looking for some random girl he picked up last night, but she was smart enough to give him the wrong number. I was determined to get rid of this jerk, but as I looked at his picture again, something in my shaft stirred. I couldn’t help but imagine what a hunk he must be, and despite everything, there was something about him that made me hesitate blocking him. So after I jerked off to his image, I quickly fell asleep.
The next morning, I rushed out of bed when I realized my alarm didn’t go off. Once again, I was running late. I quickly grabbed my stuff and sprinted out the door.
By the time I made it to class, I was soaked in sweat, barely keeping it together. I had to catch up with the topic our teacher was presenting, which only added to the stress. At least I had a moment to catch my breath.
But soon, staying focused became harder. The teacher’s lecture was painfully boring, and I could feel my mind drifting. I took out my phone to check for any updates or distractions, and that’s when I saw it—a new message from the guy I’d heard from last night. I had almost forgotten about him in my rush.
Curious, I opened the message. He’d sent not only another text but also a new selfie.
"Have a look at the sick pieces I own now and what I’ve picked up lately. How do you like my new style? I know, I know I can pretty much wear anything and still look good af in it."
The picture he sent with the message showed him in full view this time. What a hunk this guy was. I had no idea where he was, though—none of the background in the photo looked familiar. The caption read, 'new boot goofing' but I didn't get it.
Who was this handsome, overly confident guy? He knew he had the wrong number? And honestly, I couldn't stand his attitude. Was he just mocking me?
"Uh, you still got the wrong number."
"You’re not the sharpest tool in the shed, are you?"
"What the hell? You’re texting me here in the first place. I don’t know you, and you don’t know me."
"Is this some kind of prank? Who gave you my number, anyway?"
"Of course, just randomly texting people, right?"
“I guess you're pretty under-fucked because you're still writing to me, huh? But so unreachable"
"Otherwise you'd just ignore me xD. But know I'm not into this gay shit"
"What’s your fucking problem dude? Texting and mocking random people must be a time consuming activity !" I was furious. This homophobic guy was really getting under my skin, but, on the other hand, he had a point, which annoyed me even more and made me feel a little exposed.
"Haha, you're sensitive af."
What a douche! He really knew how to push ones buttons. I was about to respond when...
"Mr. Carpenter! Clearly, you’re not in need of listening today. So, why don’t you go ahead and tell the class the answer to this question?" the teacher insisted, clearly irritated.
Great, this day couldn’t have started worse.
After another frustrating day where almost everything went wrong, I was determined to at least go over the subject matter again. Otherwise, there was a big chance I’d fail this class for the second time. It was late evening when I received a new message. I was extremely annoyed when I saw that it was this jerk again. I knew it would have been the smartest to just ignore him, but my curiosity got the better of me. What did this guy want now? He’d sent another message with a picture. It looked like it was taken in the same place as before—a gym's lockerroom?
"Hope you've cooled off. I hit the gym hard again like a beast and I'm feeling even hotter now. But I'm still straight as an arrow ;) be sure of that"
I couldn't deny that his confidence was strangely appealing. He was undeniably good-looking, and he clearly knew it. Why had he to be such a homophobic jerk?
"There is nothing hot in a homophobic and cocky douche" This guy clearly had too much free time on his hands. I couldn’t understand why he kept texting me. Did this guy even have a job or something like that? He constantly worked out, especially when the pictures he sent always seemed to be taken right at a gym. But I couldn’t deny the truth in his last statement. He was undeniably handsome, thanks to all the muscle he’d packed on. His casual style of clothing only highlighted those massive muscles. I could only guess his age—he probably was even younger than he appeared. Looking at his neck muscles and pecs gave me a boner. Imagining how massive his back had to be by looking at his broad shoulders sealed the deal ... After my clear message, I expected a harsher reaction from him, but this time, he even sent a voice message.
"Don't be a bitch, sucker. Yeah I know that I am cocky. But who wouldn't be when they look as fucking good as me? Don’t be jealous, fag. Don’t blame me," he responded. His voice, a smooth blend of deep and powerful, yet effortlessly cool, hit me unexpectedly. It grabbed your attention without even trying. He was indeed confident, owning a strong tone, but still smooth enough to make you lean in and listen closely.
I couldn’t believe I was casually texting with someone so arrogant and hot at the same time.
"So, tell me, what’s the deal with you texting me all the time? As far as I know, we don’t even know each other. What do you want from me?" I asked.
But all I got in reply was a single emoji: 😏
"You don't want to tell me?" I asked, watching as he typed back, curiosity building inside me.
Then, another image appeared in the chat. This time, he was half-naked, a smug grin on his face, his physique on full display. His body was perfectly sculpted, and despite his arrogance, it only made him more captivating.
"Just teasing a gay lil nerd like you. 😉 What do you say to some role play? "
I could hardly believe what I was looking at. Was this homophobic douchebag actually flirting with me? I was still trying to wrap my head around his suggestion when another message popped up.
"Too stunned to reply? I get it. People would kill for a chance to chat with a guy like me. Trust me, I’ve been there.🍆💦💦" I read his message, still trying to process it, I couldn't stop shooting my load. What did I do to deserve something like this?
"So you shot your load already? "Wait until you see me in person!" he abruptly typed. Was he being serious?!
"Who are you?!" I insisted this time, but he didn't answer.
"The guy who’s about to pay a pathetic fag a visit." My amusement quickly turned to fear.
He sent me a new picture. This time, he was in a car. Was he serious?
"What insane game are you playing here? Are you for real?"
But this time, I didn’t get a response. What was going on? Was this guy just messing with me the whole time? He had to be a real asshole if he mocked random people like this. I nervously rushed to the window, unsure whether I should call the police. They’d probably just laugh at me for being scared over a random guy texting me. I knew it had been a stupid idea to keep engaging with him. Just great.
As darkness fell, I spent nearly two hours waiting for any sign that this guy wasn't just bluffing. Jesus, this psycho was probably just playing a twisted game, and I became his victim. I kept checking my phone for a response, but there was nothing…
I took a deep breath and stepped away from the window. Thanks to this guy, I’d wasted too much time and was now on edge with anxiety. Perfect, I’d fallen for a psycho. As I walked through the house, I blocked his number and deleted the chat history. Fuck this handsome psycho.
But I couldn’t bring myself to delete his pictures. If this guy was capable of scaring me like that, at least I could get something out of it—some eye candy, in this case.
"You really should get out of the habit of leaving the back door open, Dan," a raspy voice remarked, coming from right in front of me.
When I looked up from my phone, my heart nearly stopped. I was about to shit my pants. The guy who had been texting me was now standing right in front of me, in my own house.
"Wow, what the hell?! Get out of my house you sick fucker!" I screamed hysterically, my fear surging through every part of me. I honestly feared for my life in that moment. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d be facing a homophobic assault in my own home.
But this guy—completely unfazed by my panic—just casually sat down, giving me a bored look.
"Chill, dude," he said, almost sounding amused. "If I wanted to hurt you, I easily could have. Do you think these muscles are just for show?" He tensed his bull-like neck, chest muscles and arms and gave me a challenging look. His veins bulged, especially at his neck and temples. Was he challenging me to make a move? Although his arms were covered, there was no question what guns he was equipped with.
"What the hell?! You broke into my house! Who the hell are you, just fucking tell me! What do you want from me?! What is your fucking problem? Are you a sick stalker or just a psychopath?"
"SHUT UP for god's sake!" A commanding and terrifying shout roared through the room, and I instantly froze, fearing the worst. But just as quickly, his aggressive demeanor shifted to something unnervingly calm.
"I didn’t mean to scare you, Dan," he said smoothly. "I just couldn't resist teasing you a little. I mean, you have to admit that 'a guy like me' leaves quite the impression, right?"
I gathered myself and, braving enough to respond, spoke calmly, "Are you kidding me? You break into my house, and you think we can have a casual conversation? You need to leave. Right now!"
"Listen, like I already told you," he said, his tone annoyingly nonchalant, "I teased you. I'm really sorry, okay? I wasn’t planning this. I’m sorry for putting you in this position. I should’ve knocked or something, but I guess this little mind game just escalated a bit."
"What the hell are you talking about?" I shot back, frustration boiling over. "You're talking nonsense. Please! Leave now!"
"Daniel, listen, I am Elliot!" he shouted, desperation creeping into his voice.
"You are nuts," I snapped, barely even registering his words. "I’m calling the police now. I don’t care if you try to stop me."
I was about to dial the emergency number, but immediately flinched when this psycho rushed at me and grabbed me brutally by the arm. I whimpered in pain.
"Dude, Daniel!! Listen to me. I am Elliot. Elliot Rider!" he shouted, his voice rising with urgency.
"Your twisted game is getting completely out of control. Leave me alone!" I pushed back against his absurd claims. "So, Elliot paid you for this ridiculous prank? I don’t know what he told you, but you’ve won, alright?! I’m scared like shit. Please, just let me go and leave!"
He loosened his grip but then grabbed my shoulder, ensuring I couldn’t move. I took my chance and tried to kick in his bawls. Obviously, I missed, but he lost his grip on me, and I took off running. It didn’t take him more than a few seconds to catch up, charging at me and pinning me to the ground, pressing me on my back.
"Gosh you are a stubborn retard as ever, Dan!" he teased . I struggled to break free, but his weight easily pinned me to the ground. I lost any chance of escape. Then, I felt him lean down, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered.
"You came out to me last month, telling me that you’re attracted to Nathan Walter, even though he’s been your biggest bully in high school."
"What the heck, why would Elliot tell you that?" I asked, confused. He sighed, clearly annoyed by my response, but then went on to share details that only Elliot could have known.
"So, if you're really Elliot, tell me when my parents died?"
"Nice try. Your parents didn't die. Your father left you, and you don't even know who your mother is. You’re stuck in this shithole because your father clearly never cared about his own son."
Suddenly he licked my neck " And you wish to get fucked by a jerk—like me, because that's what you confessed to me when we were studying for the first final exam."
"You can't be Elliot! Are you serious?! This must be some fucking crazy dream, right?" He lifted his weight off me, and finally, the pain from his tight grip began to fade.
"Dude, I was serious. I couldn't resist pranking you, I'm sorry. I mean, I couldn’t believe it myself at first, but I found a way to take over this guy’s body. But you’ve got to admit, I played my part perfectly, right?" He laughed, then helped me up, effortlessly lifting me with his strength. "It’s actually a long story, but let me tell you. I found this strange set of instructions on how to possess someone, and that’s when I decided to give it a shot…"
Elliot told me everything about this strange ritual and how he originally wanted to possess Nathan Walter. But things took an unexpected turn when Lukas revealed himself to Elliot.
"So, this is really Nathan's brother?" I asked, still in disbelief as I pointed at him.
"Step-brother, to be precise. Yes, I’m Luke now. Luke Walter. Admit it, I'm quite the catch now, right?" He spun around to show off his new, muscular frame. "I tell you, Luke was such a sick bully to Nathan. Honestly, I don't even wonder anymore how Nathan became the tyrant he is. Having Luke as a step-brother is pure torment, and now I play his part effortlessly. So, how was my impression of Luke Walter?" he asked, driven by his own curiosity.
"Gosh, Elliot, it wasn't even five minutes ago that I refused to believe you because of your sick actions and imposing behavior. Just look at you. You look like the worst guy in town. I really don't want to know how threatening the original Luke was." He shot me an evil grin, and I couldn't help but gulp. "So you've been playing the part of Luke for days now? How? I thought you didn't know him before. Did you, like, gain his memories?"
"Well, somehow, I’d say. At first, I only noticed small changes—habits that felt familiar. Sometimes, I’d act in ways I wasn’t used to, knowing I wouldn’t have done them as Elliot. There were moments when it felt natural to 'be like the real Luke.' After a few days, it all just clicked—what to do, when to do it, how to say things, and knowing things only Luke would know. As time went on, I knew exactly how to be Luke Walter, because I could remember things from a foreign past that wasn’t mine. I learned about him, understood what his thoughts would be in certain situations, and even got to know his darkest secrets. In the end, I am Luke Walter. But, to be honest with you, it wasn’t that hard to play the part of a jerk. It’s still intoxicating to adopt Luke’s self-confidence and bad-boy attitude. I mean, Luke isn’t just any bully—he’s the embodiment of toxic masculinity. I made the right decision, I’d say."
I hung on his every word, spellbound, still partly in disbelief at the insane story 'Elliot' was trying to tell me.
"And damn, Daniel, getting to know how to keep this body at its peak—it's amazing to own a body like this. All this insane strength. Looking handsome as fuck is just a nice side effect. Honestly, even without all these muscles, I'd still be a stud." He couldn't stop raving about himself. "When I decided to initiate you, I couldn't resist pranking you. Maybe it was the twisted side of Luke that started to take over, but I have to admit, I wanted this. But sometimes it was a real challenge not to let his character dominate me every time I texted you—or even now."
"So, you have to fight against Luke taking over?" I asked, still struggling to believe all of this.
"Well, no, but…" he replied. "To be honest, it feels fucking amazing to be Luke Walter. I actually revel in his persona. I want to be just like the real Luke. It’s like there’s no downside to it. I guess I just struggle with myself to not fully dive into character unless it’s really necessary, like in your case. It feels somehow wrong not to be Luke Walter now."
"You're joking, right? Elliot?! You really want to be that guy?"
"Dan, can't you see? I've found a way out of my misery, and by some twist of fate, Luke came into my life. Luke isn't the victim like I was when I was Elliot. I'm not at the bottom of the food chain anymore. I am at the top now." He sneered, barely containing his euphoria.
I could easily imagine how this must feel for Elliot. "Maybe a little Elliot, to be honest. I have to admit you're an insanely handsome fucker now, despite the original homophobic character. So you can really be him—you are Luke Walter now?"
"Yes man, I told you that already." he gave me an annoyed look. His look alone made him seem more threatening.
"Then be him, Elliot. Show it to me!" I curiously demanded.
"Let me clear that for once and for all. I am Luke Walter now. When you talk about Luke like that—so dismissively—it really triggers me. But you're lucky. Luke would never let anyone read him or challenge his patience. He has a remarkably strong mind, able to handle almost anything. Luke—or, I should say, I—never lose my cool. But hearing you drool over me? It makes my stomach turn. Honestly, just talking to you is starting to annoy me as fuck. And you know why? Luke Walter doesn't waste his time with people who don't matter. I am not wasting my time with gay losers like you." When he said these things, he definitely came across as dangerous. There was something inherently menacing about Luke Walter. But then, just as quickly, his demeanor shifted, and he returned to a more pleasant attitude. "I think it would be quite intimidating to fully immerse myself in the character now."
"Please, Elliot—I mean Luke. That's the least you could do after playing your sick game on me. Why would you have decided to initiate me, anyway? There has to be a reason for it!" I asked bravely, hoping he would accept my request. "And can you do me another favor? Be the self-absorbed guy you pretended to be before."
"There wasn’t much I had to pretend, Dan. Believe me." He gave me an amused look. "You want me to stay in character just so you can drool over me? I will have do the exact opposite of what the real Luke would do in that case. He would never allow himself to be objectified like that. Especially if a gay dude is hoping to get wet." I lost hope, but then Elliot— or rather Luke—sighed. "I guess I owe you that..." My heart began to race with excitement.
"You better get ready, dweeb." He turned away and pulled off his jacket, revealing his imposing torso, back and muscular arms. He flipped his cap back and grabbed his phone. Turning on the camera, he started flexing in the mirror while recording himself. Completely engrossed in checking himself out, I hoped he would start speaking in character as Luke. He then slowly pulled off his cap and white undershirt and unexpectedly recorded himself while throwing a question my way.
"Enjoying the show, fag? Pathetic kid."
"You know, even my miserable brother Nate is more of a man than you'll ever be. It 's pathetic when I see weaklings like you drooling over guys like me. I mean, yeah, I am a god. There aren't many guys who can keep up with me. But you turds, fall for all this domination. How pathetic can you be?"
"Look at you, your dick doesn't get any bigger than a rotten fruit and all it took was watching a stud like me." He grinned wickedly at me. You could clearly see his disdain in his eyes.. I went to blow my load, but suddenly he grabbed me by the neck.
"I know I'm a real stud, but don't you dare touch you near me. I'm not doing a free onlyfans show for a freak like you." At that moment, I shot my load without another thought.
"What the fuck, turd!" his look became threatening. I didn't know if I was prepared for what was about to come next, but then he leaned in again and whispered in my ear so that I could smell his intoxicating scent. "I've fucked bitches almost every day who were worthy of blowing me. But looking at you, I'd say your only use is to suck me off. Isn't that right?"
Elliot, or rather Luke, knew exactly how to make my dirtiest dream come true. But suddenly he clenched a fist as if he wanted to strike. I was overcome with the feeling that he was absorbed by the real Luke, but then he started laughing at me. "Did you really think I would waste a single ounce of strength on a weakling like you?" At some point, my fantasy shifted into something closer to humiliation. Suddenly Luke or Elliot now broke out of character: "Scary right?" he gave me a smug look. "What if I told you that I still know how to perform the ritual, and I already have the perfect target in mind for a little perv like you? I can't tell how much longer I am willing to waste my time with a beta like you. You are completely out of my league." I could hardly believe what he was suggesting to me, but I immediately responded, "Yes, where do I have to sign, Sir?"
Nathan stepped through the door, still amused by how much money he could squeeze out of the weaklings at high school that he and his friends threatened. But what he truly enjoyed when he arrived home was the absence of his tormenting stepbrother, Luke. He hadn't been home for days because of some big wedding of one his best friends. No idea how long Luke would be absent Nathan hoped it would stay that way for a little longer. Reaching into the fridge to grab a beer, he noticed a message on his phone.
"Hey sucker, you know Chad, right? A loyal friend of mine. As you know, Chad works as a guard at the local prison. He mentioned he's had to reprimand a few young pricks in the past. I told him then about my brother being useless af. I hope you will connect the dots, for your own sake! Look forward to him coming to visit us sometime. Gotta get going now. We’ve got some wet maids of honor waiting for us. See you then, Nate."
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