Page 13 of Unleashed

“The fuck?” His entire body freezes up. His swollen features tensing. “I was the king of women at our school. No, I’m not fucking gay. Stop trying to project your shit onto me.”

“Really?” I cock a brow. “Then why do you have a private stash of gay porn stored on your phone? Huh? Riddle me that,pet.”

He jerks back like he’s just burned his finger on a hot stove. But he shouldn’t waste his time with the act. I already know the truth.

“I downloaded all that shit for a friend’s bachelor party. It was meant to be a joke.”

“Really?” Bull-fucking-shit. “You downloaded, stored, and password protected an entire collection of gay porn for a bachelor party? Somehow, I have a real hard time believing that.”

I don’t believe a fucking word of that tall tale.

“I put a password on it, because I didn’t want anyone coming across it and thinking I’m gay.”

A chuckle bursts from my throat. That’s a good one. Would almost be believable if he didn’t have hundreds of videos, all labeled in a way he knows what it is. No one would waste that much time on some stupid bachelor party prank.

Damn, he truly does play me for a fool.

“So why didn’t you delete them after the party?”

“I forgot.”

The lies just roll off his tongue, don’t they? One after another. What I want to understand is why is he so ashamed of it? Is it fear? Is it his father? Both? Neither? I want to know why he’d go so far as to beat me to a pulp over the one thing he was struggling with.

“Really? You forgot? Do you really think I’m that fucking stupid?” I reach out and pat his head. “It’s okay, pet. Your secret’s safe with me.”

“Fuck you.” He jerks away from my touch. “Even if those videos are mine, it means nothing. It’s just porn. Everyone watches it.”

Another laugh barrels out. He’s a funny one. All those years he called me a faggot. Made fun of me. Accused me of sneaking into the locker room to spy on guys and jerk my junk. Claimed I’d go home and watch gay porn all weekend since I was such a fucking loser. Yet here he is. A hoarder of the sort.

“Oh, I definitely think it means something. I think you and I both know exactly what it means. Yet, for some reason you’re too afraid to admit it. And I want to know why.”

“I’m not afraid of anything. And I’m not fucking gay.”

If the hatred didn’t run soul deep, I’d feel sorry for the guy. I’d be more considerate to his feelings, understanding the fear he’s feeling, and his desire to stay hidden in the closet, but…I hate the son of a bitch. I want him to feel exactly the same way as I did. I want to hear him say it, and I’m not going to relent until he owns up to the truth.

“You know there’s nothing wrong with it.” I shift back, pulling his phone out from my pocket. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of.” I open up the folder I found, and click on a file. “It’s okay if you have a craving to have a big fat cock fucking your ass.” The video starts playing on his phone. Two guys at the gym. One sitting on a bench in the locker room, the other fucking him. “Is that why you like to go to the gym so much? So you can get a little action?”

“Fuck you!”

“I know you want to.” I smirk, closing out the video and looking for another. “But I’m not attracted to assholes.”

The next video begins to play, this one of a guy jerking his partner and fingering his ass at the same time. “I have another question,” I state, holding the phone up to his face. “Have you ever been with a guy in secret, or are you still a virgin?”

“I’m not fucking gay. Say what you want, but I’m into tits and pussies.”

“So, you’re saying this doesn’t get you going?” I look at the video, seeing the bottom lost in his pleasure. His dick being groped. The spot deep inside his ass being massaged. “It doesn’t turn you on to see his cock so hard? Just look at it all purple and swollen. The veins running up the sides of it.”

It’s an impressive dick, but it doesn’t get me going, but it obviously gets Hunter going since he saved it and labeled it as a favorite.

“The heat doesn’t tighten your shaft, seeing the cum dribble from the top of his dick as the pleasure takes hold. He’s so close. And look at the expression of the Dom. He’s determined to make him come. His fingers pumping in and out, making sure he hits that special spot with every thrust.”

“You’re such a sick fucking pervert. What? Are you trying to get my dick hard so you can perv on me?”

I reach out grabbing him between his legs. “You want to call me sick? I’ll show you fucking sick.” I stroke my hand over his package, trying not to be consumed by the fact that it’s so heavy and big, and already sporting a semi. Fucker is living in denial. He’s stiffening further as I stroke. And my dick seems to want to follow suit, sending me into a complete mindfuck. What in the actual fuck?

“I wouldn’t fuck you even if you were the last man on earth,” I grit through my teeth, trying to set myself straight. “So, you can quit flattering yourself, you arrogant little shit.”

“Get your hand off me,” he seethes. Funny thing is his hands are no longer bound. If he wanted me to stop, all he’d have to do is shove my hand away. But he isn’t, is he? I’m not even holding my knife to his throat. He could punch me across the face, yet he isn’t. His dick is still in my hand, and hard as a fucking rock.