Si Pecun
Pt.1
[6:35 AM alarm ringing]
“Ughh…”I drag myself out of bed, still wiped out. My boyfriend snores softly in my arms, his cute face buried in my chest. His warm breath teases my nipple, drawing a soft hiss from me. I kiss his forehead and inhale deeply…savoring the scent of his hair and scalp, the smell that always fills me with warmth…Then I slip away to get ready for work. Today’s the final day of the new products competition. I made the top 10 and now the directors, CEO, product manager and marketing manager pick the five that launch next April. Four months of sweat, stress and endless presentations ride on this. If my design wins, I’m cashing that bonus and celebrating big…
Amalfi Coast here we come…just like I promised him….
I step out of the shower and he’s already set out my tea with warm toast and jelly
“Still hot off the toaster~” he grins, winking
God I love him…He’s the best thing in my life. He shows up right when I needed him most. The relationship before him…well, I don’t want to think about it…
I pull on my work outfit and sip my tea, “Babe you heading out too?” I ask. He stretches lazily on the bed, “No. I’m staying home. I forgot I switched shifts with Rahma yesterday so today’s my day off. I mean…Don’t you want me lingering a little longer? 😉” he crawls closer with that playful look. Of course I want him to stay. I’ve even asked him to move in with me, multiple times, but he’s not sure yet…he says the timing isn’t ideal right now. I get it..but I want him here always
“Babe wish me luck. Today’s the day. If I make it, we’re making out under the Amalfi sky”
“Capri.” he corrects
“Capri, Amalfi, Sicily whatever…we’re popping Prosecco, eating real Italian pasta and we’re staying in White Lotus”
“Oh you think you can afford it? You have any idea how much one night costs? 😋”
“Aw come on..”
He laughs, yanks me into a hug and kisses me deep, “You’ve got this. I know it. But if they pass, Domino’s on the couch works for me~ Extra cheese. And I get to steal all your crust”
“Hey!”
We crack up, our eyes locked. He’s the one…I just..I just know it❤️
“Now spit spot off you go. Before I drag you back to bed. Go make that pen-glue-tape-highlighter magic happen. I believe in you” And just like that, I’m out the door…
[9:45 PM]
I let out a long exhale before unlocking the apartment door. I rest my forehead against it for a second. Ughhhhhh….Four months, four freaking months down the drain…Dammit. I have no idea how to break this to him. I don’t want to let him down. And I feel like a total failure...
I knock once, then push the door open. And there it is…that smile that usually melts everything. Tonight, tho, it twists the knife a little. I feel like absolute shit 😣
“So?” he asks, his eyes bright
I just look at him. My face says it all…
His smile softens, turns warmer. “Aw c’mere❤️”
He pulls me into a hug and I immediately start groaning and whining like a pup
“It’s okay, babe. It’s alright”
“But… our Italy trip…”
“Hey.” He doesn’t fix it, doesn’t minimize it. He just holds me until the storm passes…He pulls back just enough to cup my face, thumbs wiping my tears, “As long as I’m with you, every moment already feels like Italy to me”
Those words hit me like a wave...I cling tighter, my arms locked around his waist like I’ll never let go. He doesn’t flinch just keeps holding, whispering soft nonsense until I’m spent. How is he this precious? 😫This sweet? Every ounce of disappointment from earlier just…dissolves. If anything, I know exactly who I’m spending the rest of my life with. And it’s him, Alan
He grins through my sniffles. “Got you Domino’s~”
“So no stuffed crust for me?”
“Tonight we celebrate the loss. Properly.” Alan heads to the kitchen and grabs a vodka
“I also cooked your favorite kaldereta~”
“No way!” I light up. No wonder the whole apartment smelled exactly like Mom’s kitchen the second I walked in!
“I was craving it bad” he says “so I ran to the market, grabbed the good beef, took my time with it”
“Hey let me at least —”
“Sshh. You don’t owe me a thing tonight”
But he’s already bought pizza and now this…he’s spoiled me rotten and I feel even smaller...🙁
“Sorry…”
He tilts his head, “For losing?” then a soft pause “or for making me spend all my money on you?”
Both honestly
“Then you can treat me to Korean barbecue next. No excuses. ”
I huff a laugh “I will…probably next month”
“Tomorrow” he repeats “right after you pick me up from the shop.” He’s definitely messing with me, he knows it gets under my skin in the best way
“How about…”I lean in slowly, eyes locked on his, until we’re inches apart. I can smell the margarita, cheese, and crust on his breath.“…I give you really special instead?” I whisper, brushing the crumbs from the corner of his mouth with my thumb
“Fine” he says “but this time I’m riding you 😏”
My pulse jumps, I bite my lip “Deal.”
We’re curled up on the couch, the TV murmuring through episode of his new favorite comfort show, Heated Rivalry or something, it’s a new series that has been blowing up recently. The half finished Domino’s box sits on the coffee table next to empty bowls of kaldereta, the rich spicy scent still lingering in the air…We talk about our days, easy and slow. I unload everything about the meeting, the way the directors nodded politely, the CEO’s blank stare, how my design got passed over without even a real discussion. He listens like no one else ever has…his eyes locked on mine, warm and unwavering. His thumb tracing slow circles on the back of my hand. No judgments, no fixes, no forced “you’ll get ’em next time” Just quiet presence…He says the one thing I need most: that he’s not going anywhere no matter what. That I’m enough exactly as I am. God…no one’s ever made me feel this seen this safe 💝
But…something nags at me tonight. A little, tiniest flicker of strangeness about him I just can’t quite pin down…He’s never been quiet this…this perfect? This attentive? I don’t know..AGH what am I even thinking! 😖 I feel ridiculous paranoid and stupid. I shove the thought away hard. I love him. God I love him so much!!
He reaches for the vodka bottle and tops off my glass, then settles back against me, closer this time. His head dropping onto my shoulder, the soft strands of his hair brushing my neck. I turn into him instinctively, nose pressing into those black locks, inhaling deep. That scent…nmmm~ warm shampoo, that sweet musk of of his scalp, and something uniquely him—floods me, wraps around my chest like a hug, melting the last knots of tension….
“Enjoying yourself?” he teases, as my face stays buried in his waves. I just smile against his scalp, too blissed out to answer properly “Mmm…”
Wait — why… why does my body suddenly feel so… warm? A flush creeps up my neck, spreading fast, like the room’s temperature just spiked. My cheeks flush hot, and my neck prickling, a sweat breaking across my forehead…and suddenly the room feels stifling
“Babe is it just me or did it get insanely hot in here?”He sits up slowly the shift pulling cool air between us
“You okay?”
“I…I don’t know.” My heartbeat thudding loud in my ears now. The warmth twists into something heavier and dizzying. It must be…t-the vodka…?
“I feel —”
Suddenly pain lances through my skull like glass shattering inside “Oughh…!”
My vision swims, the edges going dark and fuzzy, colors bleeding together...
“Babe!! 😨” His voice cracks with panic, hands grabbing my arms
“Let me grab water —”
“Yeah….” I slur and the room tilts violently. The lights from TV flare too bright. I reach — or — evr…thing…..
THUDDDD!!
Braaaakkk….
[??:??]
Aggh…!! M-my head…it hurts so bad! Someone is hammering inside my skull…I…I can’t move my hands…wait — my arms, my legs…nothing’s responding! My whole body feels like it’s locked in ice…brrr… it’s so damn cold, the chill sinking straight into my bones. I force my eyelids to part but even that tiny movement sends a fresh spike of agony ripping through my head. Gahh!! Everything’s blurry, swimming in gray shadows, but…I can still see. There’s a figure right in front of me, dark and indistinct. Alan? Alan?! Is that you?? Answer me please! Ugh!! My wrists burn…someone’s tied them, the tight ropes biting into my skin...I can’t fucking move at all!
“Ssshhh… shhh… easy now. Slow down”
That voice drifts through the haze, low and familiar, but I still can’t make out the face clearly. Alan… is that really you? It sounds exactly like you…
“You’re finally waking up… good. Took you long enough, heh”
“Huh…? Babe…? Is that you? W-Why am I—“
“Ohh sweetheart~ I’ve been dying for this grand finale…”
“Huh? W-What do you mean—wait—what are you doing?! Aghh!!”
I try to clutch my throbbing head but the ropes yank me back, helpless…My vision clears just enough for the horror to hit me…I’m completely naked, stripped bare skin exposed to the freezing air. Every curve, every vulnerable inch on display. What the actual fuck is going on?! Alan, if you wanted to get this kinky, you could’ve at least warned me first!
The figure..Alan, it has to be Alan! leans in closer. His hand cups my cheek, warm against my chilled skin…then slides down to grip my chin, tilting my face up. Through the lingering blur, I catch the glint of a smile
“Ohh~ how I’ve longed to see that exact face again”
Huh?? The words don’t make sense…but I feel dread coils in my gut.
“Babe —what the hell do you mean?! Untie me please! This isn’t funny anymore!”
He chuckles low and dark, the sound crawling over my skin like spiders. Then suddenly….
“Erghhhmmm!”
Craaaackk!
“Mnghhh~~ Ugh—! Ffuckk…💦”
His back snaps backward with a wet, grinding pop that makes my stomach flip craaaackkk! grrrrkkk! pop-pop-pop-pop. His spine twists and lengthens. I hear bones shifting under skin squeeelchhh—! like branches breaking in a storm. His hips jerk left gurkkkk then right graaakkk. His whole body stretches taller, inch by inch, right in front of me…His shoulders widen with loud pops, his soft muscles swelling and ripping under the skin, the veins bulge…his skin stretching tight until it looks ready to tear
Then his arms lengthen...squeeelch swishhh! His fingers crack pop-pop-pop!! and grow longer knuckles popping one by one. I hear the wet slide of tendons moving into new places. Then his face…Oh god his face!! 😨
“Ahhrrr —”
His jaw unhinges with a horrible wet snap waaackkkk it drops too far, like a broken doll…His mouth stretches wide. I can see his teeth shifting grrrhmmm crkkk grmmm His cheeks tear a little at the corners, tiny red lines appearing. His skull…goddamn his skull cracks open with a loud crunch CRUUUNCHH. The whole face warps….
One eye rolls all the way back, showing only white…the eyebrow arching high. The other eye squints into a tiny slit…His nose flattens and then widens…his skin bubbles and moves like something is crawling underneath
“Ohhhh~ Nghhmmm…!!”
Alan what the fuck is happening to you!! Babe! Every bone in his face keeps cracking, small pops, big snaps while the skin pulls and stretches to fit the new shape…the muscles twitch and settle into places they don’t belong…it hurts to watch. It hurts to hear. My heart pounds so hard I can feel it in my throat…then suddenly it stops…
The cracking ends and the twitching slows…He rolls his neck one last time crack and straightens up. He crouched down at me with new eyes. Dark. Sharp. Cold. Eyes I know too well…eyes I ran from before…
“Did you really think you could hide from me forever…babe? 😈”
His eyes…those eyes I prayed I would never see again lock onto mine. They are the same cold possessive stare that used to pin me to the wall while he decided how hard he would fuck me that night. My body remembers before my brain does: the shaking starts in my knees…climbs up my spine then rattles my teeth
(LOL guys I tried looking for other photo alternatives but this one..his face captures the vibes I’m looking for. Just imagine he’s naked and not wearing the cap, earbuds and there’s no camera)
“P-Putra…” I finally whisper it comes out broken “It’s really you….”
“Of course it’s me babe. Hi again~ 😈” His voice is lower and deeper…the real voice, the one that used to growl threats in my ear…
“Did you really think you could just walk away? Start over? Find some twink-ass little replacement and forget?”
My wrists burn as I yank against the ropes again. I need to move, I need to run, I need to wake up from this!!
“How did you find me!!”
“I never lost you...” He steps closer, his feet sound heavy on the floor…“I watched and waited. When you started smiling again…started to feel like yourself again…and started trusting that twink…I took him. Shapeshift myself into him. And gave you exaactly what you wanted. Someone who’s sweet, patient and safe…You .ate.it.up. You let me in. And…you loved me again”
My stomach flips. Those gentle touch, every warm hug, every time he cooked for me, held me while I cried tonight…it was him…All of it!
He leans in until his face is inches from mine. I smell blood and musk and something rotten underneath. “You even sniffed my hair like a lovesick puppy. Told me I was the best thing that ever happened to you…”Tears fall down my eyes…I hate that they fall. I hate that he sees them!
“Please…!” I choke out “Let me go. I won’t tell anyone. You’ll never see me again!!” His hand shoots out, fingers digging into my jaw…forcing my head up hard
“No. You don’t get to leave twice...”His other hand trails down my bare chest, slow and possessive “This time…” he whispers “you stay. And you remember who you really belong to...”
“Please — stop this!” I sob, tears streaming and endless down my face, my voice cracking into desperate shreds...
“Put, I don’t wanna be with you again! Let me go — please just let me go!!”
“I said NO! HhhnnNNGH—hickk!!” He jerks his head and then he rolls his neck one more time…slow and deliberate…his features twitch violently. The right eye flutters half lidded, the pupil dilating unnaturally wide before snapping back. The corner of his mouth surges upward in a sharp, involuntary spasm…squelch squelch squelch pulling the cheek into a ripple of muscle that moves under the skin like something alive is clawing to break free...A guttural grunt escapes him strained, as if the mask is slipping, the flesh fighting to hold its shape…For a heartbeat, I glimpse Alan beneath…
Throbb throbbb!
Oh god no!! I hate how my cock responds to that and find it arousing! “Urrrrmm…😖” I…bucking my hips slowly—NO!! I don’t…I didn’t mean to! But…fuckk…my cock won’t stop jerking to the scene!
Then his face settles, smooths out and back to Alan’s gentle features. But the glitch lingers in my mind, horrifying proof that it’s all fake
“Maybe this face calms you down better? 😈”
“Get the fuck away from me you demon!!” I scream, spit flying from my lips. The memories I buried deep…years of them, locked away in the darkest corners of my mind, ones I thought I’d finally escaped and finally forgotten crash back like a storm of nightmares…bruises blooming purple on my skin. His grips, his bites…the way he’d pin me down and whisper that I belonged to him. My body shakes uncontrollably, teeth chattering from cold and terror, every muscle trembling as if I’m breaking apart
This has to be a nightmare — this has to be a dream! Wake up wake up WAKE UP!! But the pain is too sharp and the cold too biting. His eyes bore into mine with unbreakable certainty
“We’re meant to be together Tonio.”
“You — you monster!!” The words rip out of me “What did you do to him?! Let me go — please — Ergh!!” I thrash against the ropes but they only bite deeper into my wrists “Where’s Alan!!”
He doesn’t answer with words. He just tilts his head and smiles wider…Alan’s smile but cold and wrong. That look tells me everything. My stomach drops like I’m falling
“You killed him…” I choke out. It’s not a question
He shrugs, casual. Alan’s warm smile curling wrong on his face… “He screamed a little. Not much. I gotta say…he tasted amazing —”
Brackk!!
Bile rises in my throat. I jerk my legs up hard, trying to kick him away but the ropes yank me off balance. I crash backward onto the freezing floor, my back slamming against cold floor. Alan/Putra flinches just a little then throws his head back and laughs…deep and cruel….He crouches down over me, Alan’s face inches from mine but that voice is still his, Putra’s. I can’t hold it in anymore…I scream as loud as my lungs will let me
“HELP!! Somebody help me!! PLEASE!!”
“Ssshhh…” He hushes me slow dropping to his knees beside me. Alan’s gentle fingers stroke my cheek, trailing through the mess of tears and sweat but…his touch feels wrong and possessive the nails digging just enough to sting
“Ohoho… don’t scream too loud babe” he says “You’ll hurt that throat. I don’t want my pathetic baby hurting himself…🥺😈” He leans in closer “Scream all you want. No one’s coming to save you. No one’s gonna hear you…ever again.”
Suddenly, he jerks his head back sharply. His neck straining as his eyes go half lidded and roll upward in raw pleasure…He bites down hard on his lower lip, a deep, throaty “Mmmmnghh~ I will… crkkkkk—hick! hick!” escaping him
His head and shoulders spasm like violent hiccups, his lean body twitching uncontrollably “Give you—Ohhhh—a show… mhmmm ” His face warps and contorts in a smooth, unnatural morph…features fluidly shifting and blending like layers overlapping…the skin rippling subtly as one expression melts into another, his mouth stretching wider mid gasp, eyes flickering through fleeting changes in shape and intensity, as if two faces are fighting to occupy the same space before settling back into Alan’s for a fleeting moment…
Then his lean, twinkish body starts to change… Cracks and pops echo through the room as his flat chest twitches. His pectorals jumping up and down like they’re alive, his mouth gasping for air. The left one suddenly inflates with a deep WUOOMPH, ballooning outward huge and round…the skin stretching tight like rubber filled with air, shiny and taut. Then, PLOP! it deflates back but bigger now…swollen with thick muscle and a layer of soft fat, perky and full. The right follows suit fwooomph fwooomph, both pecs pumping larger, heavier, my cock throbbing hard despite everything…it’s like it has a mind of its own, pulsing and leaking as I watch Alan’s once flat chest transform into something powerful and inviting...
“Errrgghhhhhmmm!!”
He winces, squeezing his eyes shut. The eyebrows cracking and reshaping with audible snaps, arching thicker and more defined. His thin neck thickens next “Grruoaaaaahhhhmm—!!” veins bulging as it widens, jaw unhinging with a wet pop, his head jerking backward…
Massive muscles coil and swell under his cracking shoulders, biceps ballooning wuoomph wuoomph, filling out with dense fat and power…veins popping across the surface. His flat abdomen surges outward “Hngaaaahhh!! Fuck!!” bulging like a pregnant belly, skin stretching pale and tight, light olive tone fading to something smoother and fairer. Then woooossssphhh it sucks back in with a rush…settling into carved powerful abs under a soft layer
His head shakes violently now, eyes rolled back.. one lost in total bliss, the other wide with pain. His fringe hair swoops in zig zagging bursts receding sharply as the longer, luscious strands shift into a neat, modest cut, short on the sides, styled back
“Ohhh fuck, that felt so GOOOODD!!”
Then his face glitches. The features distorting in rapid fluid morphs: Alan’s soft expression trying to surface, blending and overlapping with Putra’s crueler one, layers flickering and merging unnaturally before snapping to something entirely new…soft rounder jaw, higher cheekbones, warm eyes behind newly materialized glasses that shimmer into existence on his face. Alan vanishes completely…A black stethoscope materializes around his thick neck, dangling over those massive, heaving pecs…
He whips his head left right left right, shaking off the last twitches, then snaps still…locking eyes with me, - smirk curling slow and confident. That—that face!! Oh God, I… I remember him!
“Familiar? ” His voice muddles, overlapping. Putra’s deep voice mixing with this new guy’s warmer, lighter tone, like two people speaking at once…
He crouches down in front of me, that warm smile spreading wide, the one I couldn’t stop staring at back then “I hope this guy rings a bell” he teases, his voice dripping with mockery “Oh… I know you know him. Coz you always had wandering eyes~”
I grit my teeth. Rage and shame boiling inside me…humiliation burning alongside the horror… fuckk this whole twisted, freaky transformation has me hard, throbbing against my will! 😫
“You never change, Tonio…” he laughs “Even with Alan…even when you were sick, almost dying from that ligmachitis… you couldn’t keep your hot little eyes off this doctor too… hahahaha”He grins wide, stethoscope swaying as he leans closer
“How did you—?!”
Doc Niwat lifts one eyebrow, that smug, knowing smile curling across his lips. The same warm, professional one that used to make my pulse race in his office now twisted with cruel amusement….
“Oh~ I can see everything in your head…”
My eyes widen, a breath catching in panic. No way…He can’t be—
“I tried to give you warnings” he continues, stepping closer “but I guess once a little perv, you just grow into a filthy one huh? Aw Tonio, you never learn...”
He moves with deliberate slowness, hips rolling as his hands glide down his thick, juicy thighs…muscle shifting under smooth, pale skin. His fingers trail upward, tracing the soft ridges of his abs, lingering there, teasing the faint trail of hair below his navel…
“Mmph.” He lowers himself onto my lap without warning. The weight of him solid, dense muscle and warmth, pins me hard against the chair…
His modest cock brushes mine, soft but hot through the thin fabric of his pants and an involuntary moan tears out of me “Ouh!” coarse pube hair tickles my bare skin where we touch, sending sparks up my spine…He leans forward, pressing closer and my face sinks into the warm, smooth expanse of his chest…
“Mhmmmmm…❤️” Fuck! The smell…warm sweet soapy cologne…faint antiseptic from the clinic mixed with his masculine musk. Those thick, juicy tits, pale and impossibly soft yet firm, envelop me completely…I know I should be screaming, fighting, drowning in pure terror… but goddamn!! it smells so good! So fucking gooood….
“You’re so pathetic” he whispers in disdain
Then he spits “Chuaaaah—!!” wet..deliberate right onto my face. Then he slaps me SLAPPS! and. my cock twitch harder. He winks, then cups both massive tits with his hands, squeezing them together around my entire face…The soft, heavy flesh molds over my nose and mouth, muffling everything…
He shakes them slowly at first…then harder…. His head reeling back in pleasure “Y-yeaaah, take it all in you loser!”
“Brrrrrmmmphhhh—mmmmphhhh ahhhhhh…. brrrrmmmphhh—!! Ffuck!” I lose it! 😩 I bury deeper, inhaling like a starving man, dragging my tongue across the warm skin…lapping at the faint salt sweat…sucking hard on one nipple then the other. He moans above me, his satisfied groans vibrate through his chest into my bones…I keep going and desperate, drowning in the scent and taste and feel of him…
Finally he pulls back, letting me gasp for air….His fingers dig into my cheeks, forcing my mouth open until my lips pucker obscenely. He gathers saliva, loud, deliberate “chuaaaah!” and spits straight in...Thick, warm, sliding over my tongue. Then his palm cracks across my face, sharp and stinging
“You like that huh?” My cock leaks hard, throbbing helplessly again…..
His warm crease presses firmly against my balls…skin on skin, slick with sweat and pre. His ring twitches nyuut nyuut nyuut tight and teasing right over my throbbing shaft…
My eyes go half lidded, pure bliss flooding me despite everything…I won’t lie, I’ve dreamed of this exact moment with Doc Niwat. Burying my face in those round, big, juicy tits I always sneaked glances at under his crisp polo shirt during my last checkup... Him straddling my lap in his white doctor’s coat, stethoscope swinging, right there in the office while a nurse films every second of it…
“I heard all of that~” he mocks in amusement “Wow. You never told me you have an exhibitionist kink, huh?” He grinds slower now, deliberately grazing his twitching ring along my shaft…his eyes rolling back in pleasure as his hands grip tight into my hair, yanking my head where he wants it… Fuck!! I want to reach up and pinch those perfect pink nipples, twist them until he gasps…but my hands are still bound
All I can do is suck harder, tongue swirling desperately over the warm, salty skin
“I think you’ve had enough fun with Doctor Niwat” he says smirking down at me. My face is flushed from pleasure and raw humiliation, my chest heaving as I pant for air
“Hmmm…” He tilts his head, his eyes gleaming…
“Let’s give you a trauma.”
My eyes snap wide again. Trauma? What the fuck does that mean??
“Obviously not me” he adds, He leans in closer, our noses brushing, breath hot against my lips. In Doc Niwat’s calm, warm irises I see my own reflection…terrified, flushed, blissed!out and wrecked. All at once…
“But the root of it all~” he chuckles, dark and unhinged, his eyes going wide and manic, a contrast to the doctor’s polite, sweet, charming face. Suddenly his modest haircut shifts sshlllkkk-!! His hair growing fast and wild…thickening into a tall, voluminous explosion of dense black hair piled high on top like a fluffy, spiky crown…messy and energetic. The kind of bold, youthful style a cocky highschool athlete would rock. I stare in stunned awe…The face is still Doc Niwat’s for now, manic smile stretching too wide, but the hair…it looks completely wrong on him…out of place…almost comical. Yet somehow the whacky contrast makes my cock twitch harder...“Hihihi~ 😜”
The glasses and stethoscope shimmer and vanish into nothing. His bulky muscular frame starts remolding. His broad shoulders narrowing…his heavy tits slimming down whoop shlkkk shlkkk into a leaner, athletic build…He stretches taller above me, his height growing just enough to loom. The crushing weight on my lap suddenly feels lighter now
Then he whips his head left right, left right, up down, up and down, faster and faster…in wild circular motions until his features blur into a smear of motion. A sharp jerk and it snaps back into focus
Wait—!! That face!! Oh no….😰 No no no no no!! The face I remember too well….the one that haunted my highschool years…Suddenly every humiliating, painful memory floods back full force…Jax, my first real school bully. The star athlete everyone worshipped…
Tall, cocky, cruel. He made my life hell for 3 years, all because I accidentally walked in on him jerking off in the toilet stall...His phone propped up playing porn, his hand pumping fast, and he panting hard…I’d had a stupid crush on him and instead of looking away, I froze and watched…then started touching myself too, imagining it was him doing it to me. And then that very moment when he started to bully…I stole his hoodie, he caught me sniffing it while I touched myself — No!!!
“Well, hey again Tonio. Long time no see~ Remember that little accident? You should’ve kneel down to me and—”
“Stop this!! Please!!” I growl, my voice cracking with rage and humiliation…tears burning my eyes as I strain uselessly against the ropes…..
(Can’t continue for now so I’ll drop the next part in couple hours)
