Page 1 of Ours
Chapter 1
“Nic, dude, you suck. Just give up and go get me a drink.”
“No, Derek,yousuck.I’mabout to stomp Cory into the ground.”
“Are you high? I’ve been kickingbothof your asses all night.”
It was a typical Friday night, and Derek, Nic, and Cory were spending the weekend alone at Derek’s family’s cabin the same way they had for the past three years. They’d been coming out here a lot longer than that, but it was only after their first year of high school that Derek’s parents started letting them use it alone.
The three of them had been friends for almost ten years, meeting in the third grade and quickly bonding over a mutual love of cartoons, video games, and superhero movies. Over the years, their interests began to differ when things like girls and sports entered the picture, but through it all, they remained close. Now in their last year of school at Hartford Heights High School, though the boys seemed to run in different social groups, they still found time to spend together.
Derek Rothfield was the oldest, though only by a few months. Notquitea jock but still athletic, at 5’10” with dark brown hair, he had his pick of girls at school. Nic Herrera was even taller at 6’0”, and being on the football team meant he also rarely had tolook far for a date. His Latino background gifted him with tan olive skin and jet-black hair—hair that wenteverywhere. People often expected a much louder and brash personality, but he largely preferred keeping his emotions in check and to himself. Finally, the youngest of the group was Cory Davis. Just a little chubby, any interest he had in sports went out the window as soon as his mom got him his first computer. Now he spent most of his afternoons indoors, his curly brown hair growing shaggy and the lack of sun not doing his pale skin any favors.
All three of them were eighteen, with Cory’s birthday only a month prior. For the last three years, they’d spent a couple of weekends a month in this cabin together, talking, watching TV, playing video games, and on the rare occasion, even studying. Whenever one of them was having a rough time with something, they’d all head out here together, and everything just seemed better.
“Aaaaanndd done,” Cory announced to the room as the sound of an explosion and a spoken “Game!” came from the TV. Cory stood, ready to go to the kitchen. “Still want a soda, D?”
“Actually, I brought something special this time,” Derek called behind him as he walked into the kitchen’s pantry himself, exiting with a case of beer. He set it down on the kitchen counter and opened it, handing cans to Cory and Nic. “A gift from Tommy for starting senior year.”
“Man, I wish I had a cool older brother instead of two annoying little sisters,” Nic whined before taking a swig. “Gabby caught me sneaking a beer last Christmas, and she turnedrightaround and told mom.”
Cory chuckled and popped open his own can, taking a sip.Blech.He never quite got used to the taste, but he liked the warm feeling of getting tipsy.
“Ready for another round?” Derek asked.
“Gimme a sec. Gotta pee.” Cory set his drink down and walked to the bathroom.
Nic watched, waiting for the bathroom door to close. “You sure you still wanna do this, D?”
“Yeah. Why? You having second thoughts?” Derek asked in response.
“No, no, I’m still totally in but … once we do this, there’s no turning back.” Nic was warning himself as much as he was Derek.
“That’s the idea. We’ve been talking about this almost every day since we found out, and that was weeks ago. Things might change, but they’re changes everyone wants,” Derek reassured him.
Three weeks ago, Derek and Nic were having a very different conversation. They were at Derek’s house, where Cory was helping the two of them with a history presentation they were due to give. He brought his laptop, which they used to type up their notes and put together a slide presentation. By the end of the night, Nic and Derek were almost done, but it was getting late.
“I gotta get home before my mom kills me, guys.” Cory started packing up his bag. “You’re almost done though, right?”
“Yeah, just need to run through it a couple of times, I think,” Derek answered.
“Then you can hang onto my laptop and bring it to school tomorrow.” Cory zipped up his backpack and headed toward the door. “I’ll get it from you in the morning. Ireallygotta go!”
“Thanks, Cor. We’ll see you tomorrow,” Derek told him as he walked to the front door, watching as Cory mounted his bike and rode away. When he returned to his room, he saw Nic on his bed hunched over the laptop. He had a weird look on his face.
“Dude. You need to see this,” he said without ever taking his eyes off the laptop.
“What is it? I swear if it’s another one of those stupid jump scare videos, I’m gonna punch…” Derek trailed off as he stared at the screen. Staring back at him were a pair of men. A pair of men in leather gear and little else. “What the hell are you looking at?”
“I’m not looking at anything!” Derek cast Nic a withering look at his response. “I swear! I was trying to find a few more pictures for the presentation, closed the window by accident, and when I went to reopen it … that came up.” He gestured to the laptop screen.
Derek took the laptop from Nic and set it on his desk where they could both see. “So … that means that Cory was … looking at this stuff.”
“Cory’s gay?”
“Or bi. And into some pretty kinky stuff, apparently,” Derek reasoned. He clicked through a few of the other tabs. “Reallykinky.”
There were a lot of open tabs, all of them carrying a similar theme: domination. Videos of guys being tied up, spanked, or fucked. Online sex shops selling things like cock cages and collars. Stories about guys being overpowered and used by their friends, bosses, teachers, cops—anyone with authority. It was like they had a full roadmap to all of Cory’s desires.
