Chapter 6

six

COURAGE IS OVERRATED

“Hey, yo. Mason! Get the fuck in here.”

Snorting awake, I rub a hand through my messy black strands as my head pounds, seeking any relief from how much we drank last night. My morning wood aches for some action, too.

“Fuck, twister. Now.”

I stumble to a stand, using my thumbs to clear my eyes, and wander over to Briggs, who stands buck naked, his long dick hanging between his thighs leaning against his bedroom door frame. He snaps his fingers and points to the bathroom.

“You left a mess in there, and you will clean it up. Get in there.”

Taking a big breath in, I wonder what it is I did. My feet are cold on the tiles as I spin, looking for something out of place. “My towel?” I ask, glancing up at him.

He blocks the doorway, and his corded chest expands rapidly with his panting breaths. His normally tanned skin is flaming red in his cheeks. “Yeah. The towel. You threw it on the ground. It goes in the hamper in the closet. Put it in.”

When I bend to pick it up, shaking my head that he could be so angry about a fucking cloth, a sharp pain makes me gasp. He spanked me. Briggs spanked my ass. “You know what? You disrespect my things when I let you stay… Get on your knees.”

My brow scrunches as I glance at his dick. It’s not hard. “Do you want me to put the towel away first, or⁠—”

“Kneel next to the toilet like daddy says. Now.”

Scratching my temple, I lower myself onto the thick rug near the toilet. In a couple of strides, he stands in front of me and raises the lid, then shoves my head over the bowl. “Open your mouth, Mason. Do it.”

“Huh?” But as I ask, he grips his dick and pisses. A warm yellow stream hits my face, some getting in my mouth. As I spit and yell, trying to pull him off my face, I kick with my legs, but he holds me down.

“Drink daddy’s piss, little boy. Show him how sorry you are. You deserve this.”

Instead of fighting, I succumb to him. His dominance, his prowess. I want to be Briggs. I want his cum inside me and his piss all over me. Some splashes, and I purse my lips, purging the salty water from my mouth into the toilet. Wiping my eyes so they don’t sting, I feel a cloth slap in my face, but it’s kind of crusty.

“Here’s your towel. Wipe off and get in the shower.”

After drying off, I open my eyes and Briggs’s taut abs constrict as he leans over me and turns on the water. “Rinse out your filthy mouth and clean up.” He hands me a toothbrush from his medicine cabinet and grabs a fresh towel from the closet while tossing my dirty one inside.

There’s toothpaste in his shower and his body soap smells like a man. Like something a lumberjack would probably wash with. Not like my fucking expensive cologne I stole from Xavier’s room a couple of years ago. While brushing my teeth, I toss some of his shampoo in my hair and start singing, my headache dampening.

The brush falls from my mouth as a big hand clasps my ass when Briggs’s giant body squeezes behind me. “Hand me the soap.”

Slapping him the bottle, I freeze when his thick arm reaches around me to grab it and his hard cock stabs me between the butt cheeks.

“I’m sorry about that. I shouldn’t have… You okay?” he asks while rubbing suds into his chest, his bare knuckles stroking my back.

“Uh… yeah. I don’t know. It was weird.”

Softly, almost in my ear, he says, “Hey…” Then places his big hands on my shoulders and turns me to face him under the rainfall hitting us. When he does, my hard dick touches the tip of his, and I involuntarily bend at the sensation. It’s too much and almost makes me fucking come all over him.

His finger catches under my chin and forces it to tilt up. Keeping my gaze on his lips, his tongue slips out for a second, then his mouth forms a firm line. Is he… is he leaning toward me right now?

“Briggs-y! Oh my god. What are you doing, Mason?!”

Both of us freeze and glance at the door, where Caitlyn steps inside dressed like a Catholic schoolgirl. With thigh-high knit stockings and pigtails.

One of her red-painted talons points at me as she says, “What is he still doing here, Briggs?”

“I had him spend the night. We had too many beers. Get the fuck in here, Caitlyn. Service my dick.” Gritting his teeth, he practically reaches out and pulls her inside while she’s still dressed, but she slaps his hands away.

“Give me a second, geez! You really need me, huh?” She giggles and flutters her lashes at him.

Once she gets naked, she wedges her little body in with us, but it’s crowded with Briggs’s broad back pressing me into the tiled wall. Caitlyn’s green eyes scan my body. “But why is he here? Like, in the shower? What were you two doing before I got here?”

“Our boy was about to get me ready for you. He likes taking my cock in his mouth now.” Glancing over his shoulder, his hand reaches behind, feeling for my thigh. Now that Caitlyn’s here, somehow my dick has shrunk. “Don’t you, twister?”

Dare I admit that out loud? That’s really nothing I want to say to anyone. I like sucking Briggs’s big dick. There. I said it. But clearing my throat, I shrug my shoulders and say, “Yeah.”

“Fuck my dick, bitch. Turn around.” He twirls her to face the showerhead and lines up, then thrusts inside. His ass hits my stomach every time he draws back.

Now that I’m clean, I really don’t know what to do. There isn’t enough space for me to fit in… and I’m getting soft just watching. That’s never happened before.

“Tell her how much you love sucking my cock when she’s not here, twister.”

Shit. I can’t do this. Caitlyn will tell Xavier, who’ll tell my mom. Who may even call my dad. It’ll be a thing. Like… gay Mason that’ll never give her grandkids.

So instead of answering, I jump out of the shower and towel off.

“Where are you going? Get back in here, Mason. Who’s going to clean her up after? Who’s going to raise my kid once I knock her up?”

“I never agreed to that, by the way,” she snaps at him, but Briggs slaps her ass and shoves in again.

“You two have fun.” Quickly, I find my clothes in the living room and toss them on, then head out. They can have each other. Piss and all.

He can continue being a brute, with his perfect life and blonde hair and muscles and tanned skin and probably stellar grades and a pregnant Caitlyn Watson.

All I need is to get accepted to Delta.

And get Sweetie back.

As I scurry across the parking lot, a familiar face gets into the car next to mine. Daric Wentworth sees me, then tries to sit inside his car quickly, but I yell out his name.

One hand on his steering wheel and the other on his car door, I run over and place my hands on my thighs, bending to speak with him, “Hey! Daric! How’s it going?”

“Fine, Locke. What’s up?”

“I haven’t gotten an invite. To pledge. Was just wondering⁠—”

His heavy sigh cuts me off. “Um, listen, man. I gotta be honest with you. We voted and no one said yes. I think, uh, try for Theta. With Xavier’s pull, I’m sure they’ll want you.” Finally, his brown eyes lift to look at me and hold all the sympathy I don’t want. “I’m sorry, man. Take care.”

He closes his door and pulls out of the space, and I watch him go.

No one said yes.

No one.

Fuck. I’m crying. I haven’t cried since I was a kid. Hurrying to my BMW before anyone sees Mason Locke with tears running down his cheeks in an apartment parking lot, I jump inside my car. Scooting down in my seat, I let it out. Sobs break my chest wide open as I weep, placing my hands on the steering wheel and pounding my forehead against them.

I think everyone is right about me. I’m useless. Can’t do anything right. Not even second best.

All I had was a bird. And now she’s gone.

Once I reach home, I toss open my window and lie down in my bed. Maybe she’ll come back for me.

Not sure why she should.