“As he should.”
“Look at him. Look at him.”
“Look at Max Scrooge!”
My face heats, my cheeks burning. But even worse, my traitorous cock throbs and thickens between my thighs. Fuck. What sort of depraved—
Caleb takes my chin in his fingers. “Eyes on me. Don’t mind them.” It’s a bit easier watching Caleb, seeing the lust on his face, his other hand flying on his cock. “Ready to take your punishment?”
As I nod, he slips his fingers into my mouth. I suck them in gratefully, thankful to have something to do, something to feel beyond shame.
The slick sliding of him pumping that fat cock beats in my ears. My dick stirs more forcefully, begging for attention. I shouldn’t be getting off on this. Humiliation wars with arousal.
“Stroke yourself.” Caleb’s glower holds a hint of challenge. “Get off on this. While everyone is looking.”
I want to. Can’t help it. Need overcomes common sense. Thrusting aside my shame, I fist my cock.
Caleb smirks. “Harder. That’s it.”
We jerk off to the jeering of the crowd, him over me, my knees grinding into the grass. My disgrace is total, coming in seconds, cock spitting violently. Caleb’s laughter haunts my ears. I want to look away but can’t.
I watch as he explodes.
Wet, sloppy dribbles of cum land on my face, my neck, collarbones, and chest. Not-Caleb groans his pleasure as his climax pulses on and on. I’m soaked with it. Everyone can see. Everyone is watching. I lick a gob of it from my lips and swallow.
When I think it’s over, Caleb smacks my face with his limp dick. Rubs the tip through the mess he sprayed all over me, bringing more to my mouth. His eyes gleam with intense satisfaction.
“How do you feel now, Max? Do you like that, huh? Do you deserve it? What do you say?”
My mind reels. The jeering crowd yells their taunts, but I don’t care. They’re laughing at me, and my thoughts tumble away, refusing to be sorted. But this is important. What had the bogeyman said?
I cringe as the answer makes itself known. I couldn’t possibly say that.
But I have to.
I’ve learned my lesson. I was never a catch. I was the lucky one to have Caleb in my life, not the other way around. I should have appreciated him. I should never have…
“Go on, Max. I believe you have something to say to me.” Not-Caleb gestures to the waiting crowd.
Shame heats my cheeks as the cum dribbles down my face. I open my mouth to speak, and a pearl of it lands on my tongue, salty and bitter.
I swallow and stutter out the words. “Thank you for the lesson.”
9
Max
As soon asthe words leave my lips, the vortex returns and sucks me into its dark, raging funnel. The football field is obliterated. Not-Caleb shatters in the rushing wind. The angry crowd vanishes. I’d be glad to see them go, except now I’m terrified of whatever hell is coming my way next.
My body vibrates like the air is electric. A storm barrels over me. The fine hairs on my neck and forearms bristle. I clench my eyes shut as fear threatens to overwhelm my senses.
The bogeyman’s voice rattles close to my ear. “One down, Max. One lesson taught, and two more wait to be learned. Are you ready?”
No. no. no. I’m not! I don’t need any more lessons. I understand already. I’m not as great as I think I am. I’ve made terrible mistakes. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
I’m not sure what part of that makes it past my lips and what part remains inside my fractured mind, but Bogey’s haunting cackle echoes loudly all around me. If I could close my ears, they’d be slammed shut. His laughter wrings a flinch from the inside out.
Vomit rises in my throat. I struggle to bite it back.
