1 Chapter 1

That midsummer night, I stared hard at him with deep resentment, just the two of us alone in the dimly lit basement. I stared at the guy who’d dared to steal Roberto away from me, my big brother who had always been my best friend. It wasn’t that I wanted Roberto in a sexual or romantic way, not at all. It was that I hated this guy in front of me for spending too much time with Roberto because I wanted all the attention for myself after being friendless and socially awkward my whole life. Mom and Dad lived their own lives with family in Puerto Rico, and I’d convinced them to let me live with Roberto here in Michigan because I hadn’t wanted to be separated from him, as challenging as it’d been to get them to change their minds. I’d always been close to my big brother, but after living together on our own for a few years, I’d grown more attached to him. He was all I had.

While Roberto was deep asleep and snoring away upstairs, I stood in the center of the basement with the door closed, completely naked. The door didn’t even have to be closed because Roberto and I lived in a bungalow, and his room was the whole second floor, but it never hurt to be extra safe, since no one knew I was gay to justify any of this. I watched this guy in front of me so intently, all tied up on the bench press with his mouth taped shut and his clothes on the floor. His name was Barry, and he’d been Roberto’s closeted best friend for about a year. I knew he was gay only because I’d recognized his picture on Kink Me Up, a dating app I’d browsed for fun but had been too young at the time to register with a legit account. He mentioned on his profile that he was looking to play with guys of all ages and colors. He listed many kinks he was into: being abducted and tied up to be taken against his will, being deeply humiliated with verbal abuse, being treated roughly like a slave, bare-ass spanking with various items, being a human urinal, among many others. However, the one that stood out the most to me was his wish to be punished for being a major slut, that he’d had hundreds of sexual partners to justify his hunger for punishment, and he was lucky to still be HIV-negative and STI-free like he mentioned. He was hot and in top shape for a white guy who was twenty-six, so it wasn’t a shock that he’d won my interest. His kinks only enhanced his beauty in my eyes.

Barry whimpered, his eyes pleading, while I gripped one of my leather belts, both ends in my hand to form a menacing loop that complimented my big jock stature. His eyes were misty, and I questioned whether it was terror or something else, but at this point, it was too late. He needed to be punished, especially for being my replacement on numerous trips. Roberto had decided I needed to finally make friends of my own, out of concern that I’d always been too dependent on him. He’d wanted me to find friends my own age while he’d do the same. His decision had led to my replacement, and I’d had enough of it.

I somehow hated Barry for being such a thief after becoming the hangout buddy of Roberto’s dreams. It was supposed to be Roberto and me, just the two of us as our own team, superhero and sidekick. Sure, at barely eighteen, I wasn’t a kid anymore and could do my own thing, but I didn’t want to do my own thing. I wanted to be there for Roberto as much as possible, to support him like the good brother I’d always been. I loved him with all my heart, and I wasn’t ready to share him with anyone.

But while I hated Barry the more I looked at him, my cock also twitched at the sight of his beautiful face and equally beautiful body that easily explained why anyone would swoon over this model-esque hunk of meat. I stepped closer to him, still gripping the belt. My eyes were glued to his. Sure, I could always be evil and make something up to break him and Roberto apart, like Barry touching me inappropriately or whatever else I could cook up in my devious head, but I wanted to have some fun first.

Earlier, Barry had been drinking heavily with Roberto as part of my eighteenth birthday celebration, and Roberto had passed out in his room a bit too early. Since I’d been sober with no interest in alcohol, I’d taken full advantage of the situation by leading Barry into the fixed basement with a guestroom, a full gym, and a small bar. I’d chosen the gym and had had him sit on the bench press. Little had he known what I’d planned for him.