~ CALVIN ~I push the door open, my nose suddenly getting assaulted with the foul smell coming from inside. But I know it will only take a little time before I get accustomed to it. Again.My eyes land on the woman sitting on the couch, staring at the place the TV used to be before it was pawned off. My brows shoot up at her swollen face, my hands clenched into fists as I rush to her before bending down by the sofa near her “What the fuck mom?!” I snap through clenched teeth.She turns to me slowly with a dazed look in her vibrant green eyes which had lost their austere since when I was ten, her lips and face bruised. “Honey, you are back.” She whispers, staring through me as she rakes her fingers through my hair.I seeth. “Did he hit you again?”She sighs and turns away. “You don't need to worry about it Cal. I angered him. I should have just given him the money.”I stand up, seeing fucking red. That bastard hit mom again.“Where's he?!”“There's nothing you can do to him. Hitting
~ ALISTAIR ~ You won't ever feel lonely if you surround yourself with crowds. And you won't feel like the four walls of your room are closing in on you if you do. There's a bonfire tonight. Not even an eclipse will be able to stop me. And when I say eclipse, I mean my father's men. Not that father or mother gave a shit before. I can go anywhere I want, bring as many orgies as I want to their house. That used to be the only way to get their useless attention before but not anymore. The only thing father ever cared about me was the media and how to hide my escapades from it. Everything I did was just labelled as a shortcoming - a stain on the perfect Morano reputation. And I don't give a fuck. I stopped giving it when I was twelve. “Are you sure they are going to come tonight?” Eva, my sidekick who thinks she's my girlfriend - I'll never use that label - asks as we walk towards my group of friends standing near some piles of wood, some smoking, some with booze in hand. “Of course
~ CALVIN ~Today is a Friday, meaning? I have to finish whatever the fuck I want to do so I can cross paths with Morano before he proceeds to the field.Yesterday was something else. And I can't call it as sick. I can still feel his eyes on me and it amuses me. Yes, I hate Morano the most, and his friends too. Call me a hypocrite for hating them while still trying to slip under their radar. My reason for hating Morano is common enough right? I detest Jocks. Cocky jocks. Overprivileged cocky jocks who think they have the world at their feet and actually, Morano fits right into that category.What about now? I believe he's on a mission to make my three years of hardwork go down the drain because of his unavailability. Not today. Not again.I hurry toward an empty classroom at the faculty of social sciences and humanities —my faculty— keeping my gaze on my feet to reduce my imposing height. I'm too tall and it makes me stick out more than I want to. And most think of it as bad posture
~ ALISTAIR ~I can't believe I fucking allowed that fucker to do that.Wait, how did it even happen?Huh, maybe it was the alcohol Ray gave me this morning. But wait, it could be because I didn't sleep well last night and I'd to wake up early this morning too. My brain was mushy.Yes, it's stress. I was stressed. And I was trying to relieve myself with the MILF when he entered, so yeah, it's plausible.But a part of me isn't really having it.I fix my gaze on the chandelier which was adorned with glowing crystals that looms above my bed while I try to will my aching cock to stop embarrassing me.Jesusfuckingchrist.I'm straight!The way his fingers trace my cock… His??My lips pull up in irritation.I jerk off the bed and press my hard dick downward, willing the blood that had rushed to it to disperse but it wasn't having any of it.What the fuck do I do?I close my eyes, trying to think of a disgusting scene I'd witnessed. Yeah, the day Ray brought in a shawty and when she finished s
~ CALVIN ~He’s slumped on a chair on the porch, his head tilted to the side. A half-empty bottle of booze propped against one of the legs of the chair.Was he waiting for me?I hope not.I sigh quietly, hands buried deeper into my pocket.Father is not the exact best person to first see especially after a long shift.His cap shields his face, and I curse under my breath as I walk past him, not sparing him another glance. Just a few more steps and I'll be in—However, he staggers to his feet just as I was about to cross the threshold.He was waiting for me. Unfortunately.“Oi, son.”I stiffen but I didn't stop. I give him a curt nod and make my way inside nonetheless. The foul smell attacks me, forcing me to swallow the bile rising up my throat. I force myself to get used to it. Again.He taps my arm as he take a swig from the bottle, his eyes appearing crinkled at the sides like he's amused.Father's a mess.I'd always hated booze. It tastes like piss.“You are so rude.” He slurs, mo
~ ALISTAIR ~ Mondays suck. The weekend was trash, but it flew by fast. One blink, and it’s already Monday again. I drag myself out of bed, trying not to think about how much I’d rather just sleep through the whole week. I throw on a white shirt and black tie, then pair them with a blue jeans jacket and matching pants. Sneakers laced up. Car key in my hand. I’m out. It’s 7:45— early as hell for me. I guess no one’s forcing breakfast down my throat today, which is a damn relief. I trace my fingers along the railing as I head downstairs, but I stop dead when I spot Asher on the long sofa. Eighty-inch TV, game console in hand. Must be nice to sit around and do nothing. If that were me, I’d get mocked to hell and back. I can almost hear that voice whispering in my head. You can’t read, but you wanna play? Yeah. Screw you too. I’m almost at the door when his voice cuts through the room. “Hey, good morning.” I glance back at him over my shoulder, raising a brow. He’s got that blank,
~ CALVIN ~When I pushed through the lecture room doors, I didn’t really expect to see Brandon Morano waiting for me. Like, he'd messaged me this morning and we'd agreed on meeting at the faculty library.He’s leaning against the wall, looking like he’s trying to make himself invisible. As soon as he spots me, his face turns pink, and he straightens up, rubbing his hands together like he’s nervous.Brandon’s different from the rest of the Morano brothers. He’s quiet, almost skittish sometimes, like he’s trying not to take up too much space.To me, he’s proof that not all Morano heirs are shitty. I remember Asher Morano back when he was still here. I was in my second year back then. He'd fucked his way through almost every girl in his year before graduating.His grades were the only thing that kept his reputation somewhat intact. The guy was a genius, sure, but a complete asshole just like the other asshole which was why I wasn't surprised when I found him screwing Dr. Kiki.Brandon’s
~ ALISTAIR ~That did shit to my head I didn’t like.Brandon? Do they know each other? How come I never knew? Or maybe I knew but didn’t give a fuck before.But wait. That’s like me admitting I give a fuck now when I actually... didn’t?Ray clears his throat and I snap my head back to him. His lips curve into a knowing grin, and I fight back the urge to punch him. Then, without saying a word, he gives me a brotherly pat and stalks off, leaving me at the door of Dr. Kiki’s office.I flinch away from the door. Ray had insisted I come with him to pacify her because, unfortunately, she’d caught him screwing a girl. I’d been gisting him about my escapade with her after his pacifying session when they passed and... geez.I inhale a shuddering breath and my eyes dart to the door down the hallway which they'd disappeared into. What were they doing? Do I go in after them?No. Stop thinking miserably.My mind chastises.I almost leave. Hell, I should. My brain is screaming at me to stop thinkin
~ ALISTAIR ~I don't go to class.I know Ray would be pissed—probably yap my ear off once he realized the seat he saved for me would stay empty.Instead, I head toward the faculty library.Don’t ask me why.I can’t read in there. The fonts in the textbooks are too damn small. The words blur together like ants on crack.So I just sat there.Staring into nothing.Replaying that scene over and over in my head until it all blurs into white noise.Then, I must’ve passed out. Thirty-two minutes later, I woke up with a stiff neck and a decision.I’d had enough.I grab my backpack and trudge out, the sunlight slicing through my thoughts as I head to the parking lot. Blast music at full volume the whole ride home, hoping to drown the noise in my head.Home is empty.And I don’t mean no-family-empty. I mean clinically sterile.The only signs of life were the patrol guards sweating in tailored suits, their sunglasses probably like mirrors hiding judgments they didn’t dare voice.I respond to the
~ CALVIN ~“I have dyslexia.”The words hit harder than a slap.I stand there, frozen, as those three words echo in my head over and over again—louder than the rushing blood in my ears, louder than anything else.I have dyslexia.Fuck.How didn’t I see it? The missed words, the awkward pauses when he read aloud, the sudden bursts of frustration when we studied… It all makes sense now. And I thought he was just being lazy, or stubborn, or—God, I was such an asshole.He wasn’t ignoring the work. He was fighting a silent battle I didn’t even bother to notice. And now I feel like shit.He told me like a weapon. Like a secret he'd hidden for so long, only to use it now to hurt me. And the worst part? It worked. Because I deserve it.I still don’t move. My feet feel glued to the floor, and my chest feels… hollow. Like something just got yanked out of me and I didn’t even realize how much it mattered until it was gone. And this isn't about me wanting to fuck him, it's because Alistair Moran
~ ALISTAIR ~ I can't keep running forever. And so, on the second day of my escape, Ray decided he'd had enough. He barged into my room like a goddamn hurricane and dragged me out. Now here I am, trudging toward our next lecture, his hand on my shoulder like he's the one in charge. Meanwhile, he’s rattling on about something, probably to get on my nerves even more. I couldn’t care less. My eyes are glued to the ground, and all I can think about is not running into him. Not him. Not Calvin. Please, not today. So, I whisper a silent prayer, though I’m not the praying type. I just want to make it through without having to face the mess I created. Ray grips my shoulder tightly and I turn to him slowly. “What?” He chuckles. “Your mind is not even here.” “And so?” “You still haven't told me why you didn't come to school for two days, bitch.” I roll my eyes inwardly. That's one of the problems about having one close friend that's good at reading energies. This fucker knew that I'v
Hi Calistair's passengers! Basically, I have four 2 hours lectures today. I'm currently in 1 and I didn't stockpile chapters prior to today(my mistake). And I'm sorry to break it, but update will be very delayed today and I'm so sorry. I'll make it up to you today by publishing 3 chapters after my lectures and a short nap but that will be until I get back to my hostel. Thank you so much for understanding. 💗
~ ALISTAIR ~I don't leave my room.Not for breakfast. Not for class. Not even when the fire alarm goes off in the hallway for two whole minutes before someone slams it back into silence.I'm curled up on my bed, face buried in the same damn pillow I screamed into last night. My body still aches in places it shouldn’t. My hole is sore. My throat burns. My brain is fried.And my fucking lips still tingle from his kiss. And I can still taste his cum in my mouth no matter how much toothpaste and mouthwash I'd gulped.Calvin.Calvin fucking Rutledge.The guy I hate. The fake nerd. The know-it-all. The smug academic coach I swore I’d never let get the best of me.He didn’t just get the best of me.He wrecked me.I drag a hand down my face, hard. If I could rip the memory from my skull and lobotomize myself with a spoon, I would. I want to forget. I need to forget.But I can’t.Every time I blink, I’m back there, tied up, blindfolded, trembling, begging like a fucking slut. And the worst pa
~ ALISTAIR ~ I shouldn't crave this pain but I couldn't hold back the moan that slips past my throat through my clenched teeth, my brain failing to register the familiarity in his hand. In his voice.“Please…” i whisper and I don't even know what I'm begging for. More or less?Should he stop because of the pain or should he continue because of the pleasure. I… don't know.Fuck.“Dirty boy.” He growls into my ear.I shiver when I feel his thumb swiping the tip of my cock which is leaking precum and his jerking shifts to focus more on the tip of my cock.“Fuck.” I curse, eye closed between the blindfold, thrashing within the binds, forcing in air through my mouth, sweat and tears trickling down my face.“I'm going to cum.” I grit out.“I won't let you.” He says, his voice low before he comes to a stop.Fucker.A sob claws at my throat, my chest heaving while I raise my hip, chasing the friction.“Please…” The words escape before I can stop it.I feel his hands on my lips, probing my tee
~ ALISTAIR ~I didn’t know who walked in. That was the whole point.No names. No questions. Just darkness and heat and silence.Curiosity had driven me here—curiosity and something uglier, something I didn’t want to name. I told myself I just wanted to know what it felt like. That I’d apply for the dominant role later. That this wasn’t me giving in—it was me exploring.But the second his hands touched me, I knew I’d fucked up.Not because I didn’t like it. But because I did. Too much.He didn’t rush. Didn’t grope. Didn’t treat me like a plaything or a conquest. His fingers were deliberate. Reverent. I bite my lips as his finger grazes the tip of my hard cock, precum leaking into the trousers I was made to wear.“Say it. Say you want this.” He says, his voice unfamiliar.“I want this.” I gasp out. It's a lie.I didn’t want this.I needed it.I needed to stop thinking. Stop feeling. I needed to forget that my life was spiraling, that my father thought I was useless and he will think m
~ CALVIN ~La Debauché is nothing like the trash clubs frat boys sneak into. It's velvet shadows and whispered rules. It's power dressed in silence and control, the kind of place that makes sin feels sacred.Politicians, high ranking officials, sons of people in the higher-ups, bi-curious dudes, dudes like me, people that are married only as a façade. Name them, they are all here. As long as you are able to afford the expensive membership card and you are a regular customer, you already have a name in this exclusive gay club.I have a name here too.And this is my chessboard.The moment I saw the anonymous booking with the name, Moranorebel, I was a little confused.Can it be Brandon?No, can't probably be right?He doesn't know I frequent here and the type of vibe Brandon gives off doesn't include one that visits gay clubs with an Alias like this.Which means only one thing.Moranorebel.I laughed. Loud.That arrogant, conflicted, shame-drenched little hot shit. But the payment was
~ ALISTAIR ~ I’m having a sexuality crisis. It’s messing with my head. My fucking sanity. I'm not gay. I can't be. I'm just… confused. Or cursed. Probably both. I like girls. Tits are great. Fantastic, even. He just… kissed me first. I didn't even see it coming. Technically. And maybe I kissed back. But that’s adrenaline. Not attraction. Could’ve happened to anyone. Right? Right? Fuck. This isn't working anymore. I've tried so hard to tell myself what I want to believe but now, it's not working anymore. My fingers tug at my hair in frustration until pain shoots through my skull. Then, my eyes dart to my bed which had my laptop on it. But ignorance is bliss. I don't want to go down that path, it looks like the path of no return. Confusion gnaws at my insides again before I hop down the stool and hurry to my bed. A little research won't hurt right? I pull up the lid of my touchscreen laptop and slide it open, the ridiculously large fonts welcoming me. Then, I hop on Ch