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“We shouldn’t be looking at this,” Derek decided even though his hand was still moving the mouse to the next tab.
“I just can’t believe Cory … I mean, I guess the gay thing isn’t that big of a leap, but shit.” Nic pointed at an image of a guy strapped to some sort of bench. There were two other men with him, one at either end, cock inserted. “Thisis the kind of stuff he’s into?”
Even though they knew they shouldn’t, the two boys spent the next few hours scouring Cory’s laptop, curiosity urgingthem to learn more about their friend’s proclivities. They didn’t know it then, but something had been awakened in them both, something they never knew existed. New doors were being opened, whether they wanted them to or not.
Many, many hours later and far further into the night than either of them intended, Derek made the call. “Okay, that’s it. We gotta stop. We need to finish the project and go to bed.” He paused. “Wecannottell Cory about this.”
“Yeah, man. I don’t even know what to do with this info.” Nic was more than a little confused, and the half-boner he was trying to hide in his shorts wasn’t helping.
“Nothing. He’s still Cory, still our bro. He just likes dick. Rough, kinky dick.” Derek half-laughed. “We pretend this never happened.”
Nic returned Cory’s laptop the next day after making sure to scrub any evidence of their snooping or discoveries. As the days went on, neither Nic nor Derek could get the images from that night out of their heads. The more they thought about it, the more the idea of having someone on hand to sexually service them appealed to them. Not that they told each other.
At the same time, this led to more than a few weird interactions with Cory, who was becoming increasingly concerned about his friends’ mental wellbeing. The normally eloquent Derek started stumbling over his words when a girl brought upFifty Shades of Greyat lunch, and Nic nearly spat out his milk when Cory taunted his friend Stephanie with a “Why, gonna spank me?” Finally, after a week full of this, both boys were pushed to the edge—and Nic was the first one to break.
[Nic: Dude, are you up? I need to talk to you.]
The text notification chirped from Derek’s phone, who was still awake and lying in bed, preoccupied with his own thoughts of bondage and domination.
[Derek: Yeah what’s up?]
[Nic: Nah, in person. Can I come over?]
It was late but Derek’s parents were out of town, so they would be none the wiser.
[Derek: Sure man, text me when you get here.]
He grabbed a pair of shorts and waited for his friend’s arrival.
About fifteen minutes later, they were both back in Derek’s room, speaking in hushed tones despite the house being empty.
“It’s Cory. Or the stuff about Cory,” Nic started. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“Me neither, man,” Derek reassured his panicky friend. “I can barely even look at him sometimes, not without imagining him in those … situations.”
“Are we gay?! Am I gay?!” Nic’s voice nearly cracked, puberty be damned.
“Calm down, dude, seriously. I don’t think it’s a gay or straight thing. In like half those stories, the guys doing the dominating were straight.” Derek knew this, of course, because he had gone back to reread some of them on his own. “It was about control, power. Replace any of those guys with a girl, and we’d still be into it.” Not that he had tested that theory out yet.
“So what do we do?” Nic sat next to Derek on his bed. “I just want things to get back to the way they were before.”
“I’m not sure they can ever get back to that, bro.” Derek wrapped his arm around Nic’s shoulder. “But maybe there’s something else we can do…”
The flush of a toilet preceded Cory’s return.
“Just follow my lead like we talked. I’ve got a plan,” Derek reassured Nic.
Cory rejoined them on the couch in front of the TV, taking the center spot. “Alright, what are we doing?” Cory asked, taking another sip of beer.
“We do another round of Smash Bros., but this time we make it a little more interesting—we make it a drinking game,” Derek responded.
“I dunno…” Cory started, sounding worried before smirking. “I wouldn’t wanna give you guys alcohol poisoning.”
“Nah, that’s way too easy. Instead of the loser drinking, the winner does,” Derek explained. “Every time you win a round, you take a drink. Think of it like a handicap to help the losers catch up.” They had played drinking games before, mostly when watching bad movies together, but never against each other like this.
“You guys saying the only way you can beat me is if you get me drunk?” Cory challenged.
“Why? You not good enough to do it a little tipsy?” Nic taunted from Cory’s other side.
