Mason
I knewit was too good to be true. There on the wall, a calendar with a big red circle around May 19th. As much as I hated it, graduation day was fast approaching, and once it was over, I’d have to go back to our town and marry Jerome. I’d hoped he’d mature a little, but from our Sunday calls it was easy to see that wasn’t happening. To be honest, I worried it never would. He’d brag to me about his conquests, telling me he was searching for the perfect counterpoints to be his harem. My stomach rolled every time he brought up someone he’d gone out with or bedded, then asked me if I was following his order to stay pure.
Of course I was.
And he wasstilla fucking bastard. I hadn’t believed things could get any worse—until they did.
It was a few weeks ago that the humiliation had begun. We were in the middle of our Sunday video chat when Jerome knocked the breath from my lungs.
“Strip off your clothes.”
“W-W-What?”
“I said take off your clothes,” he growled, obviously irritated that I didn’t jump up and strip as soon as the words had left his lips.
No… no, no, no.
Nowaydid I want to do this, but I’d been given an order. I swallowed hard, made sure my door was locked, then returned to the camera. I stripped off my sweatshirt, my skin pebbling in the air conditioning.
“Very nice. Keep going.”
I could feel the prickle of tears behind my eyes, but I couldn’t disobey. I slipped off my shoes, then my socks. Jerome’s eyes widened with every article I took off and his breath rasped.
The sound made my skin crawl.
“Yes, just like that. Now the pants and underwear.” He smiled. “Go slow, I want to enjoy this.” Then he stood and unzipped his pants. When he slid them down, his underwear too, my heartbeat raced, but not in a good way. I hadn’t seen a lot of nude men, but if they were all hung like Jerome, I figured the human race would become extinct pretty damn soon.
It was right there on the tip of my tongue:
Don’t those things come in adult sizes too?
Then I figured that would be in poor taste, not to mention it would also piss him off, so I remained silent.
Jerome reached over and slathered some lube on his fingers before sliding them over the shaft.
“I can’t wait to take your cherry,” he grunted as he stroked his tiny dick.
As small and pathetic as his cock was, I figured my ‘cherry’ was pretty safe, since I doubted I’d even feel it. I started to pull my pants and underwear down, giving him peeks of skin, hoping to hell he’d get excited and shoot so this garbage would stop.
The pounding on my door made me jump. ‘Yo, Mason. Dinner.”
Jerome gave a start and hitched up his pants a moment before the connection was cut off. Fear, anger, and helplessness bubbled up inside me. I stumbled to the door, threw it open, and fell into Kip’s arms, sobbing. He came into the room, closed the door, and held me, stroking my back, murmuring I was okay.
“How did you know? I mean, how did you know to interrupt right that second?”
“I could hear you talking, and you sounded upset. I also heard another voice. I assume that was Jerome?” He let his fingers drift through my hair, and the touch was so comforting.
I nodded, unable to form words.
Kip scowled. “Wehaveto get you away from him.”
I swallowed. “We’ve been thinking about nothing else for months, and now time is running out.” Everything we’d thought of had slammed into the brick wall of reality.
We can’t stop this, can we?
Kip
I had to be honest, I didn’t understand half of what Mason’s family did.
