Page 10 of Unleashed

I scour through Hunter’s files, scrounging for clues on investor information: saved documents sent from his father, anything I can use to my advantage. There’s a hidden file within a miscellaneous folder marked personal, and interestingly enough, it’s password protected. I’d bet a million bucks this is the mothership of what I’m looking for. My fingers get to work, going into the hidden world of code that sits in the dark recesses of everyone’s computer. The numbers and letters that don’tmake sense to the layperson, but us hackers know just how to read it, and bingo, it gives me exactly what I’m looking for.

I copy the password in and at least a hundred little blue folders appear on the screen. Each with its own file name that looks like gibberish to me but I’m sure is code for something. I click on one labeled str8dg1-1slow and a bunch of video files appear. This may be the pot of fucking gold I’m looking for. I may have just found a bunch of videos of secret meetings, possible blackmail footage to use against some important people.

When I click on the first one, the screen goes black, and a chill runs down my spine as the video begins to play. The hairs on my neck raise to spikes. My stomach tightens in a knot. And the low groan rolls through the speakers, seizing the air inside my lungs. There are two guys on the screen. One on his knees, the other braced behind him.

“That’s fucking tight,” the man grunts as he slides his cock into his partner slowly. His face is tensed with pleasure as his head rests back on his shoulders, eyes closed with the look of pleasure melting his features. His body is sheened with sweat, and a cold sweat breaks out over my skin as my pulse starts to race.

“Fuck, I need you deeper,” the other man growls. “God, your dick feels so fucking good. Stretch me.” He tries to push his ass back, but the top won’t let him advance. The muscles on his forearms are bulging as he keeps the guy from going deeper.

“You need to learn some patience,” the Dom growls. “Let me savor this tight little ass. Damn. That’s it. Squeeze my shaft. Fuck.”

The grunts get louder and heavier, and my mind starts to race. My fingers hover over the mouse, pressing pause. It’s fucking porn, downloaded from some free online site. I quickly escape out of it and open up the next video. Another huge,muscular man appears on the screen, pinning a guy to the bed and fucking into him slowly.

“That’s it,” the top groans. “Wring the cum right out of me.”

I click out of it, moving to the next video, then the next. And the next. More grunts. More huge men fucking. All of them in the doggy position. All of them slow and steady.

What in the actual fuck?

I close out of the file, opening up the next folder labeled fave1-1a$$mnch. Another list of videos appears. My hand shakes on the mouse, a storm of emotions brewing inside my head. Chaos, anger, confusion. I click on the one in the middle of the list, and my lungs start grasping for air as it begins to play.

There’s a man pinned up against what looks to be a gym locker, another guy is on his knees with his head buried between the man’s ass cheeks, munching on his bussy like he can’t get enough.

“That’s it. Fucking spread me with that tongue. Oh shit. I want to grab my dick so bad.”

“You wait until my cock is in this ass. Want every clench squeezing my shaft.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I close it out, gripping my head between my hands, tugging my hair nearly from my scalp.

“THE FUCKING BASTARD!” My shout rattles the door in its frame. I can’t fucking believe it. All these years. This is the fucking reason he did it. The anger. The disgust. The bullying. He’s fucking gay. He lashed out because he couldn’t stand that he was a “faggot.”

How the fuck did I never see it? Because he always dated girls. Talked about them as if he couldn’t get enough pussy. He never looked at a guy twice. Never lingered too long in the locker room. Never let out a Freudian slip. Nothing. Fucking nothing.

He’s got a private stash of what’s probably hundreds of gay porn videos. Hidden behind a password protected file. Like it’s his dirty little secret. How could there be any other reason for it? This is probably the reason why he still isn’t married. Bi or gay, he definitely doesn’t walk a straight line if this is what gets him off.

Oh my fucking God.

I hop up from my seat, storming from the room, rushing down the hall. He’s fucking gay. All the times he called me a faggot. All the times he tormented and teased, humiliated me in front of everyone. All along it was his own confusion, his own fear that drove his anger. I became an outlet for his self-hatred. I became the target. The fuck.

My fist slams into the punching bag, rattling the chains.All these years.My fists hammer down harder, catching it on every swing.All this time wondering what I did, why I was the one chosen for his abuse. The blood starts to smear across the bag. The sweat slipping down my neck. My mind slipping into the abyss of my memories.

“Can I tell you something, Spencer?”

I pause my video game and turn from my computer as Mom takes a seat on the end of my bed.

“I love you,” she says.

The awkwardness settles in, but Mom has always been the mushy-gushy type. But for some reason, it feels like something’s wrong.

“Love you too, Mom.”

She smirks at my mumbled response. “And I want you to know that it’s okay to be attracted to boys.”

My cheeks feel the rush of embarrassment. My nerves lurching up and lodging in my throat, making it difficult to get any words out. “What… Why are you saying this?”

“Because I know you’re struggling with your feelings. And I want you to know that there’s nothing wrong with you. And if you want to talk to me about it, you don’t have to worry about me loving you less or being mad or sad. I think you’re absolutely perfect no matter what. It’s not a flaw, kiddo, it’s just you.”