The Brats from Nextdoor

The Brats from Nextdoor

By: Spectrotica247

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Summary:

19-year-old Jaden Wilson's peaceful time in his backyard garden was ruined once again by the Boebert brothers, a group of four Southern-accent boys who enjoy bullying and degrading him with his secret that he doesn't want the world to know about: his sexual attraction to young boys.

Chapter Two - "Privacy Invasion"

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Jaden let out a frustrated groan. Water droplets (and Cameron's smelly urine) clung to his skin, mixing with the sweat that had formed from the heat of both the sun and his own internal rage. He muttered to himself, "I can't fucking STAND those rotten little shits. They think they're so much better than me just because they've got their dicks out and a few brain cells to rub together."

The 19-year-old stomped toward the kitchen of the empty house, the old wooden floors creaking under his weight like they were judging him for his inability to stand up to four boys half his age. The fridge hummed aggressively, as if even the appliances were in on the joke. Whatever... he needed something to ground him, something to erase the image of their lewd grins and taunts from his mind. The moment he swung the door open, he was greeted by a single, half-empty carton of milk and the faint stench of something that had gone bad weeks ago.

His eyes then landed on a half-empty bottle of whiskey on the counter, a relic of his father's attempt to dull the pain of his own disappointments. He reached for it.

"And their father," he muttered, his voice tight with ire. "that worthless sack of shit, raising those little monsters like they're goddamn prize stallions. He's the one who's really to blame for this. That old man is failing his boys! Making them into 'real men'? More like perverted bullies!" He could just picture the smug bastard—leathery skin stretched over a beer gut, chewing tobacco staining his beard, bragging to anyone who'd listen about how his boys were 'manning up' by the end of their elementary school years. Never mind that "being a man" apparently meant pissing on people's gardens and rubbing your dick on anything that stood still long enough.

As he unscrewed the cap and poured himself a generous shot of whisky into a dusty glass, Jaden's thoughts drifted to their mother; Lillian Boebert. He knew she was in a tough spot, her husband's toxic masculinity had poisoned her sons, and yet she just... let it happen.

"That woman is just as bad," he growled, swirling the amber liquid before throwing it back in one burning gulp. "She's their mother for fuck's sake, but clearly she's never gonna pull herself together. She sees what those little monsters are becoming—what her husband is turning them into—and she just fucking smiles and bakes them pies like they're not out here terrorizing people." He downed the amber liquid, the burn in his throat a temporary reprieve from the fire in his chest.

As much as the teen understood the matriarch's predicament, he couldn't help but resent her silent compliance. It only emboldened the boys, giving them the power to ruin lives like his. He REALLY wishes that this summer break would end quickly so that he would never again be facing those rotten little brats once he goes off to college.

His dark brown eyes then landed on a sticky note stuck to the fridge, written in his mother's neat cursive:

Jay-bear, we're gone to Aunt Sheryl's in Frankfort. Your dad's driving.
We'll be back by Sunday night. There's leftover pizza in the fridge. Don't burn the house down.
Love, Mom.

Jaden stared at the note, his fingers twitching against the whiskey bottle's neck.

Two days...

Two days without their watchful eyes...

Two days where he could have the whole house to himself.

With a renewed sense of purpose, Jaden grabbed the leftover Papa John's pizza slices he had hidden in the fridge the night before. After microwaving it for one minute, the smell of the cheese and sauce filled the air as he then carried it upstairs to his sanctuary, feeling a small victory in the fact that his parents won't be around to enforce their "no food in the bedroom" rule.

He stepped into his room, the walls adorned with posters of his Nintendo game characters and a displayed "Black Lives Matter" sign he proudly hung on the wall. The teen closed the door behind him and locked it.

As he kicked off his sandals and immediately took off his urine-soaked shirt, Jaden tossed it into the corner of his room with a grimace, right next to the hamper because passive-aggressive rebellion was all he had left. The scent of Cameron's piss lingered, mingling oddly with the microwaved pepperoni grease now coating his fingers. He wiped them on his shorts, then immediately regretted it. Fuck. Now I smell like a middle school locker room AND a pizza box.

The now shirtless teen settled onto his bed, the springs creaking under his weight... and then his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and checked the notification, his eyes widening in surprise and a hint of relief at the sight of LittleBuddyLover99's comment on his latest post on Baraag, an app where he could share his art and find refuge from the cruelties of real life. His art: a collection of sketched that depicted scenes from his own shotacon manga.

The comment was a simple "Damn, you're really talented. So nice to see the twins cum-feeding their cute little brother while being ass-pounded by their hot oldest brother. Keep up the good work." accompanied by a string of fire emojis. The validation from his devoted follower brought a small smile to his face. He opened the app and navigated to the post, discovering the image that had sparked such praise.

The sketch was a disturbing yet oddly erotic depiction of the Boebert brothers, all of them fully-naked.

Yes, Jaden even made sketches of his bratty neighbors in those... compromising situations.

Not only that, but he even took photos of the brothers when he was spying on them from the window of the attic and prints them out so that he can examine their youthful forms and create pornographic sketches of them, but made sure they look different from the actual boys, of course. He didn't want to admit that the ones who bullied him also aroused him.

Mitchell's hair was a buzz-cut as he held a younger boy, who bore a striking resemblance to Cameron, but with messy spiked hair, aloft by his ankles. Mitchell's cock was plunged into the 11-year-old's tight little hole, and the twins, Ethan and Evan, had their own flexfit caps on, their faces twisted in expressions of lust as they fed their erect penises into the open mouth of the struggling child. Jaden had posted the image last weekend on Independence Day, an ironic twist to the patriotic holiday, the American flags sticking out from the ground serving as a backdrop for the perverse tableau. He had even named the post: "Here Cums the American Dream!".

The art served as evidence to his secret desires, a guilty pleasure that he had to express in the anonymity of his digital sanctuary. Jaden of course had to make them look different from real-life and make the viewers believe they were just random shotacon manga characters.

Reading the comments filled with positive and lewd language gave him validation, his own erection growing as he devoured the words of his devoted followers. It was in these moments, surrounded by the trappings of his adolescent world and the illicit art that mirrored his forbidden thoughts, that Jaden felt a twisted sense of belonging, a secret shared with the world but never to be spoken aloud.

Jaden's thumb hovered over the screen, his heart racing as he typed a hasty reply to LittleBuddyLover99. "Thanks. It's just... a way to get the thoughts out of my head." He hit send, his pulse quickening with each beat as he waited for a response.

The seconds ticked by like hours as he waited for a response. And finally, his phone buzzed again.

"You're going to love this, I've turned your little fantasy into a full-color digital masterpiece. Would you like to see it?" LittleBuddyLover99 wrote back, a hint of excitement in their tone.

The anticipation grew like a thick vine around Jaden's heart, squeezing tightly as he replied with a quick "Yes, please send it to me!".

The phone buzzed the minute after he sent his text, and Jaden looked at his phone to see the digital masterpiece he'd received from LittleBuddyLover99. The image was a stunningly vivid re-imagining of his sketch, with Mitchell's buzz cut hair now a shock of blonde that gleamed like spun gold, his eyes colored forest green that seemed to bore into the soul. Cameron's messy mop had transformed into a phantom blonde halo, framing his cherubic face and the stunning blue pools of his eyes that shimmered like the sea. And the twins, Ethan and Evan, their hair spilled out from beneath their flexfit caps in a fiery auburn, their gazes a matching set of dark-brown orbs.

But the authenticity was what really shocked me. Their youthful cheeks were flushed pink, their veins were prominent on their thick, straining cocks, and their moist skin caught the light. The American flags flapping in a nonexistent breeze, the smudge of pre-cum on Cameron's chin, and the way Mitchell's fingers drove into the boy's thighs are just a few of the minute elements that the artist included to make the picture feel horrifyingly alive.

With his cock pulsating against his thigh, Jaden's breath caught. His fingers jerked against the screen, zooming in on the twins' tongues—pink and wet—as they teased Cameron's stretched lips. He was unable to look away. The twins' ravenous smiles, Cameron's tear-streaked visage twisted in pleasure-pain, and Mitchell's unadulterated need were all caught by the artist.

Then his phone buzzed again.

"You like it?"

"It's... insane. How did you—? The details..."

"I have a knack for bringing fantasies to life. Especially... forbidden ones."

Jaden typed slowly, deliberately, like each letter might combust under his touch. "Thank you..."

The reply came faster than he'd expected—a single sentence that made his stomach drop and his cock twitch simultaneously: "No problem. I'm always happy to help fellow enthusiasts. Holler at me the next time you're feeling... creative."

The young man's grin stretched wider as he imagined collaborating with LittleBuddyLover99—sketching feverishly side by side, their elbows brushing, the air thick with graphite dust and the musky scent of mutual arousal. Who knows, maybe they'd start with rough drafts, trading sketchbooks like secrets, before escalating to digital renders where every vein and droplet shone obscenely clear.

Anyways, the brunet couldn't tear his gaze away from the screen, his erection grew unbearable, pressing against the fabric of his damp shorts. He saved the image to his secret photo gallery while thinking of the worse-case scenarios. What would his family and friends think of him if they found out about his secret? Would they be disgusted? Would they report him to the authorities?

It's bad enough that his uncle Trevor, the man who had haunted his family for years with his own sick predilections, had left a stain on their lives that they had hoped to escape by moving to Kentucky. Now, Jaden could no longer deny the feeling that he's slowly becoming the very monster his parents had feared. His secret obsession with the Boebert brothers, expressed through his art, was a dangerous path that could lead to the same fate as his disgraced relative.

After setting the pizza box on the table beside his bed, Jaden moved his hand in a steady rhythm, his dark brown eyes never leaving the illicit image that had been brought to vivid life before his eyes. Oh fuck it... I'm not worthy of heaven anyways, he thought to himself as he succumbed to the siren's call of his darkest desires. He knew he'd be damned for indulging in this twisted fantasy, but the feeling was just too good to resist.

The closeted pedophile untied the knot of his damp shorts, freeing the tight coil of his own erection. It sprang out eagerly, deep brown, standing at attention as if in salute to the twisted narrative unfolding on his phone screen. He wrapped his hand around it, his grip firm and familiar, the skin hot and sensitive to the touch.

His strokes grew faster, his hips bucking slightly with each one as he whispered to himself, "I'm going to burn in hell for this, I know it." The guilt and fear were a potent cocktail, mixing with the intoxicating pleasure that surged through his body.

Jaden's hand moved feverishly over his erection, the tiny carrot-sized prick, 4.0 inches, that he'd been ashamed of ever since his harsh breakup with Naomi. The teen couldn't help but feel a stab of embarrassment as he stroked his penis, his mind still reeling from the image on his phone. Why can't Naomi just appreciate that size doesn't matter for once? He thought. Ugh, you know what? I don't blame her. Why would anyone wanna be with a guy who has a cock as puny as mine?

His own manhood was a mere shadow of the monstrous appendages he'd drawn on the Boebert brothers. It had always been like this, even when he was younger and had thought it would eventually catch up. But now, at 19, it was clear that his cock was never going to grow to match the size of the men his age and older.

He didn't understand why his body had betrayed him this way, leaving him with a tiny member that looked almost comical in comparison to the towering erections of the young boys he fantasized about. Regardless of the shame he felt, his hand moved with a desperate urgency, driven by the perverse thrill of his secret desires.

The discarded shirt still had the smell of pee on it. The fresh, musky urine of Cameron Boebert seeped into the linen.

After a brief moment of hesitation, Jaden reached for it, pressed the moist cloth to his face, and took a deep breath. His cock twitched rapidly in his grasp as the stinging, bitter tang flooded his nose. Imagining the youngest Boebert smiling down at him, golden droplets still falling from his heated tiny cock, he felt his hips jerk reflexively as his fingers tighten around himself.

"Fuck... Cameron—" His strokes became frenetic as he imagined the youngster mockingly and viciously laughing at him, as he usually did when Jaden was most vulnerable. The name tumbled out of his mouth in a choking moan.

He moaned another name, his wet shirt still pressing on his face. "Ethan..." and then "Evan...". His dreams got out of hand. They were all there in his imagination, swarming about him, their young bodies glistening with perspiration, their vicious grins promising agony that made it difficult to distinguish between pleasure and suffering.

His hips bucked harder, his fist working faster, the friction almost too much as pleasure coiled tight in his gut.

"Mitchell... Ethan... Evan... Cameron... oh fuck,"

"Ain't no point fightin', Pedo Pete. Yer hips're already pushin' back." Mitchell chuckled, trapping the older teen's waist in his arms, grinding his hips against Jaden's clothed ass cheeks, exactly how it happened at the backyard earlier. The other three brothers, whilst stroking their own cocks, surrounded them with mocking sneers. The 14-year-old leaned in and whispered, "Ya lak that, don't ya, Jaden?".

Unlike reality where Jaden had twisted away from Mitchell's grinding hips and blasted the brothers with the hose, his fantasy self surrendered completely. The moment Mitchell's calloused hands gripped his waist, Jaden arched backward, letting the 14-year-old's thick cock carve a searing path between his ass cheeks.

"There ya go," The boy with the flexfit cap sneered as he shoved the older teen down onto his lap whilst sitting on the nearby sack, the marigold seeds crunching beneath them. "Yeah, feel mah cock, ya sick fuck. Ya're a dirtah pedophile whore, ain't ya?"

Jaden, face flushed crimson, could only whimper, writhing against Mitchell's lap as the 14-year-old's thick cockhead breached him with a slick pop. His fingers scrabbled at the sack's rough burlap, legs trembling as Evan and Ethan yanked his shorts down past his bony knees.

"Pfft! Lookit this lil' nub!" Evan crowed, flicking Jaden's half-hard cock with a dirt-caked fingernail. "Ain't even man-sized yet!"

Cameron strode closer, his own erection bouncing obscenely, barely four feet of sunburned malice. He pressed his fragrant length against Jaden's lips. "Smell it." He ordered. "Lick it clean lak mama's spoons."

The stench of pre-cum and boy-sweat filled Jaden's nostrils as he gagged, but his traitorous tongue darted out anyway, lapping at the salty bead forming on the buzzcut boy's tip. Somewhere behind him, Mitchell chuckled, hips rolling lazily to seat himself deeper inside the trembling 19-year-old.

"Y'ain't callin' the cops now, are ya?" Cameron taunted, gripping Jaden's nest of curls. Ethan spat into his palm and stroked Jaden's penis with mocking slowness.

The marigold seeds crunched louder as Mitchell arched upward, driving his cock deeper into Jaden's ass. There was a light flash (from the sun, maybe?), illuminating the way Jaden's lips stretched around Cameron's cockhead, saliva dripping onto the American flag print of the youngest Boebert's underwear still bunched around his ankles.

"Ya lak tastin' mah pee pee?" The 11-year-old giggled, high-pitched and cruel, grinding his hips against Jaden's face. The teenager's fantasy nose bumped against wiry pubes still damp from this afternoon's humiliation.

Jaden's eyes squeezed shut, and he bit his lower lip to stifle a moan as the reality of the situation crashed into his fantasy. The Boebert brothers, the bane of his existence, were now the stars of his most depraved sexual escapade, their youthful bodies entwined with his, their hands and cocks exploring his most intimate spaces.

"Ya lak that, Jaden? Ya lak bein' ow-hah little slut?" Mitchell's voice was a snarl in his mind, with of hate and arousal that sent him over the edge.

Jaden began to moan their names aloud, his mouth leaving hot streaks on Cameron's 13-inch monolith as he spoke, "Yeah... Mitchell... I'm your slut... I'm your... your... dirty pedophile whore...".

The twins snickered, their breath hot and moist as they whispered even more degrading names into his mind. "Ya love it, don't ya, ya nasty faggot?" Ethan hissed. "Ya want little boys lak us to use ya lak a fuck toy, don't ya?"

"Oh, fuck... Yes," Jaden whimpered. "Call me whatever you want... I'm a... I'm a... I'M A FUCK TOY FOR LITTLE BOYS!"

"HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!"

Jaden's orgasmic moan was abruptly cut off as the cruel laughter of the Boebert brothers crashed into his ears, no longer just a figment of his imagination. His eyes shot open, and the horror of reality slapped him in the face like a cold, wet towel. The quartet of hellions were there, not in his fantasy but literally standing behind his bedroom window that he'd left open this morning for cool air, the phone in Mitchell's hand was pointed at him, recording every second of his humiliation. Their grins were wider than ever, teeth glinting in the sun that streamed through the open window.

"Just as we thought, ya fuckin' pedo," Mitchell jeered while recording. "Ya really are a perv for little boys, aren't ya?"

Jaden froze mid-stroke, his sticky fingers still wrapped around his pathetic erection, the urine-soaked shirt slipping from his lips in slow motion. His stomach lurched—the flash in his fantasy hadn't been sunlight. It was Mitchell's goddamn phone camera. He must've taken a picture earlier, waited for the perfect moment. And now he's recording a fucking sequel, every shameful second of him moaning the boys' names, sucking his own piss-drenched shirt like a starving animal, captured.

The twins shared a malicious smirk as they took turns adding fuel to the fire of Jaden's humiliation. "Ya're such a pathetic, cock-hungry bitch, ain't ya?" Ethan's Southern drawl rang out with a sneer, his blue eyes glinting with amusement as he watched the older boy's face redden with shame. "I knew ya caint wait to git inside 'n stroke that dirty little wiener,"

Evan's grin was equally vicious, his hand groping his own prominent bulge in his belted shorts as he spoke. "Ya know ya want it, Jaden. Ya're just lak the sickos who drool ovah us,"

"Ew, and he's even mouthin' mah piss stains own his shirt!" Cameron's screech cut through the laughter, his prepubescent voice cracking with delighted disgust. He pressed his palms against the window screen, smearing grime across the mesh. "Bet he'd suck mah dirty socks too!"

Their words stung like a swarm of angry bees, each syllable a reminder of the depravity he had allowed into his mind and now, his life. No... No... No... NO! What have I fucking done!? They fucking caught me on camera! he thought, panicking for the future of his reputation that is now at stake. How could I be so fucking idiotic to not close the window!? How could I expose myself by giving in to my depraved thoughts!? Now those little hillbilly bastards are really gonna get back at me and ruin my life now that they have all the evidence!

He couldn't believe this...

He ABSOLUTELY couldn't believe this...

The fantasy that had once been his escape had transformed into a prison of his own making, the bars forged from his darkest secrets and the twisted steel of their cruelty. Jaden's blood ran cold as the reality of his situation set in. He stared at the four young faces that held his fate in their grubby little hands. There's no turning back. Those little fuckers had him, hook, line, and sinker.

"First he's been makin' weird-as-fuck porn drawin's of lil' boys, and now look at him," Mitchell said, pointing his phone at Jaden. "The great Jaden Wilson, caught playin' with his lil' weiner 'n imaginin' us boning him. Fuckin' nasty degenerate."

Cameron pointed a grubby finger at Jaden's now-flaccid 4.0-inch member, the object of their latest taunt. "Look at that little thing," he laughed. "What the fuck are ya gonna do with that? It's lak a baby's dick, Jaden. No wonder ya want ow-wahs so badly."

Jaden yanked his shorts up. He stormed over to the open window with fear and irritation. "What the fuck do you little runts think you're doing!?" he yelled. "This is my fucking house! This is an invasion of privacy! Get the fuck out of here before I call the cops!"

The Boebert boys' grins didn't waver, the screen of their oldest brother's phone was still recording every furious word that spilled from their neighbor's lips. "Oh, so now ya're all high 'n mighty, huh?" Ethan sneered.

Cameron had his hand buried in his nostril, mining for treasure. He pulled out a glistening booger and held it up to the light, examining it with the same scrutiny. "Ya're the one who's gonna be sorry, Jaden," he said with a wicked smile, still looking at the snot that's hanging from his finger like a disgusting talisman. "Ya're gonna regret messin' with us Boebert boys." He flicked the booger at Jaden with surprising accuracy, hitting him square in the forehead.

"Ew, Cameron! Don't flick your snot at me, NASTY!" the curly-haired teen exclaimed in disgust as he wiped the booger away with the sheets from his mattress. "And I thought I told you guys earlier to stay the fuck away from me! Why the fuck would y'all trespass into my property again and record me jerkin' off!? This is a new low, even for you psychos!"

The Boebert brothers only laughed harder, their cruel eyes drinking in his distress. "Oh, Jaden, Jaden, Jaden," Mitchell said, shaking his head in mock disappointment, ceasing the phone recording. "Ya should know by now that we don't take orders from a sick pervert lak ya."

Ethan nodded with agreement. "Ya're the one who's bin' pervin' on us, Jaden. Ya're the one with the problem he-yah, not us."

Evan's smirk grew wider. "Yep. We just caught ya to playin' with yerself while imaginin' us naked." he said in a singy-song tone.

Their words cut deeper than any knife, each one a twist of the dagger they held firmly in his back. Jaden felt the last shreds of his dignity slipping away as he realized the gravity of their threat. They had him, and they had no intention of letting go.

Soon, the Boebert brothers began to clamber through the window, one by one. Mitchell was the first to enter. The twins, Ethan and Evan, followed closely, and Cameron brought up the rear.

"Hey hey hey! Who the fuck said y'all can come in?! Get out of my room!" Jaden shouted, his voice hoarse with fear and anger. But he is fighting a losing battle. "Are you little fucks deaf? You can't come in here, this is not your house!"

"Oh, but we already have, Jaden. 'n we're not goin' anywhere, faggot, until ya admit it," the boy in a flexfit cap sneered, stepping closer to the bed, the dangling belt strap swinging side to side with each step. "Ya're nothin' but a sad, pathetic loser who caint git it up fo-wah anyone but little boys."

The other brothers chuckled in agreement, their own cocks straining against their tight pants as they advanced on Jaden, who was now backed against the wall. His heart hammered in his ribcage, his mind racing to find a way out of this nightmare.

Admit it," Mitchell demanded, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl. "Ya want us. Ya want ow-wah cocks. Ya're nothin' but a sick, twisted pedophile."

Cameron stepped up to the shirtless older teen with a villainous grin, his thumb and forefinger squeezing the bulge in his belted pants, making it all too clear he was enjoying this twisted game of power. "Remember earlier when ya watched us play with ow-wah little soldiers, Jaden?" he asked. "Yeah, ya liked that, din' ya? A sad ol' man like ya jus' dreamin' 'bout gettin' a taste of what ya're not allowed to have." His hand began to move up and down, mimicking the motion of jerking off, as he continued to humiliate the 19-year-old. "Ya're all hot 'n bothered 'bout nothin' but little boy dicks. What a sad, sick, pathetic excuse for a man ya turned out to be."

"It's true, Jaden," Ethan sneered. "Ya're just a fuckin' pedo who caint control his urges around innocent kids. 'n now we've got the proof."

"N-no! You... You all are wrong," Jaden desperately choked out. "I don't... I don't want that... I'm not like that. I'm not like my..." he stopped himself, not wanting to bring up the last person he wanted to mention to them.

But he didn't know that the brothers had already learned about his past.

"Lak... yer pedophile uncle!?" Ethan spat out the name with a malicious twang.

Jaden looked as if he'd been shot in the chest by a gun bullet at the mention of his maternal uncle. "How... How do you know about my uncle?" he stammered, feeling the blood drain from his face.

"Oh, that's right," Mitchell mocked, adjusting his flexfit cap with deliberate slowness. "Ya don't even know, do ya?" He stepped closer, the old floorboards creaking under his boots. "See, yer daddy had himself a real heart-to-heart with Pa the other night. Y'know... 'bout how yer uncle got caught diddlin' kids back in Fresno. So y'all had to skedaddle from California lak rats from a burnin' barn." He grinned, pausing to let the words sink in. "Reckon they ain't lyin' when they say the apple don't fall far from the tree, huh?"

"Yeah, so what makes ya think ya ain't gonna be jus' lak him?" Ethan asked, tilting his head with a frown of disdain.

"Exactly, ya're just a fucked-up little pervert who like 'em young, ain't ya?" Evan added, licking his lips. "Probably got it from that sicko uncle of yers."

"You... you don't know what you're talking about." Jaden protested weakly, shaking his head. "That was my uncle, not me. I'm nothing like him!"

But the Boebert brothers were relentless.

"We just saw ya suckin' on MAH piss shirt while jerkin' yer baby dick and moanin' ow-wah names," Cameron spat. "Ya think the cops'll care 'bout privacy when we show 'em that video of ya moanin' ow-wah names? Why would anyone wanna side with a pedo pervert?"

"Maybe ya're more like him than you care to let on." His oldest brother added. "Ya got the same sickness he had. Can't help it, can ya?" How else ya gonna describe ya beatin' yer meat while thinkin' 'bout little boys? It's in yer blood, plain as day."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Jaden snapped, now fed up with the way they keep bringing up the man he feared he'd become.

Mitchell just smirked, unfazed. "Fuckin' make me, pedo," he dared, waving the phone with the incriminating video. The other brothers circled like vultures—Ethan cracking his knuckles like he's about to throw down, Evan licking his lips in a way that made Jaden's pulse spike, and Cameron giggling as he wiped snot on Jaden's bedsheet.

Not thinking but reacting, Jaden lunged forward, but Mitchell twisted sideways with that cocky-ass football agility of his. The oldest Boebert brother laughed as the shirtless biracial teen stumbled past him, right into Ethan's fist.

WHAP!

The punch landed like a hammer to a rotten melon. Jaden's head snapped back, his vision exploding into white sparks before blurring into something darker. He tasted pennies. His knees hit the floorboards with a thud that rattled his teeth.

Mitchell's laughter sounded underwater. "Goddamn, Ethan. Didn't know ya packed a wallop!"

Ethan flexed his fingers, knuckles already blooming red. "Learned from watchin' Paw wallop them hogs." His grin split wide right before his fist cracked across Jaden's jaw again. "Jaden he-yah squeals lak one too."

Mitchell wiped his nose with the back of his hand, phone still clutched tight. "Damn right he does."

Evan cackled, peeling off to circle behind the staggering 19-year-old. "Y'oughta see him break 'em wild stallions," he hissed before driving his bony kneecap directly into the small of Jaden's back. The crack reverberated through the bedroom like a walnut splitting... except walnuts didn't scream. Jaden did, crumpling forward onto the carpeted floor.

Mitchell whistled through his teeth as Jaden writhed on the floor, gasping like a gutted fish. "Damn, boys," he drawled, nudging the crumpled older boy with his boot. "Twins been eatin' their Wheaties or what?"

Ethan flexed his fist, already bruising from impact, while Evan cracked his knuckles with a grin that didn't reach his ice-chip eyes.

"Git the fuck up, pedo," Mitchell growled, looming over Jaden's trembling form. "Ain't done teachin' ya yer place yet."

Jaden's fingers clawed at the carpet fibers as he dragged himself upright, every vertebra popping like a string of firecrackers. Blood leaked under his tongue where his teeth had cut through flesh.

"Now, here's how this gon' work," Mitchell began. "Ya gon' say it plain. Just say ya want little boys cuz ya're a pedophile who gets hard on 'em. Then maybe, just maybe, we let ya touch what ya been beggin' for."

"You... You're just trying to mess with me," Jaden stammered, wiping blood from his split lip with a shaking hand. "And FYI, this isn't what I always wanted. Period!"

Mitchell stepped even closer, this time with an irate scowl. "If ya don't admit it, Jaden," he threatened, "we're gon' share this little video on Facebook." He held up his phone, the screen displaying the recorded evidence of Jaden's illicit pleasure.

The older teen's eyes widened in horror at the mention of Facebook. "You... you're not serious, right?" he croaked.

"Oh, we're dead serious," Mitchell answered with a smirk. "Ma and Pa are on Facebook, and they follow yer folks. Imagine how shocked they'd be to see what their sweet little boy's been up to. They're totally gonna see their swate little angel jerkin' off to us. They'll be soooo proud of their faggot son followin' his uncle's footsteps."

"And ya know how ow-wah Pa is, right? Ya were scared beh-cuz ya know he don't take kindly to pedos." Evan crossed his arms with a dark tone. "He'll make ya wish ya were never born."

"Ya're gonna be the biggest talk of the town, Jaden," the eldest Boebert said, the leather belt strap still hanging from his looped fingers like a sadistic flogger. "The internet's gonna have a field day with ya, the biggest cock cravin' pedo this side of the Mississippi. 'n let's not forget the cops. They're gonna love seein' their little garden-tendin' sweetheart turned into the town's favorite cautionary tale. So, what's it gonna be, faggot? Admit ya want us, or we'll make sure everyone else sees just what a sicko ya really are."

"You little fuckers wouldn't dare!" Jaden spat an empty threat.

The 14-year-old brunet boy's smirk grew more malicious as his left hand tightened his grip on the western leather belt buckle, the metal glinting menacingly in the afternoon light. "Oh, but we would, Jaden," he retorted. "We've got nothin' to lose. But you? Ya've got everythin' to lose. But ya know what? Maaaybe we can come to some kind of... understandin'."

He twirled the belt strap in a way that made it look like a lasso in his other hand. "We can keep yer lil' secret," he continued, "if... ya do somethin' fo-wah us. Somethin' that'll make sure we all git what we want."

Jaden stares at the four grinning faces, each one more twisted with anticipation than the last. He gulped, his throat tight with dread. "What... what do you want from me?"

Mitchell drew in closer. "We want ya to be honest with yerself, Jaden," he spoke softly, his eyes flickering down to the older boy's tented shorts. "Ya've bin' watchin' us fo-wah a reason, right? We know ya want us. So why don't ya just give in 'n let us show ya what we can do?"

Evan spoke up, "Yeah, Jaden. Why bother hidin' it? We can tell ya enjoy watchin' ow-wah hardened rods. Maybe it's time fo-wah ya to git a little... hands-on experience."

Jaden scowled at the quartet, determined to not embrace his sinful side. "You're all disgusting little shits," he snarled through gritted teeth. He stumbled a bit from the pain Evan's knee delivered to his back and clutches his hand on the edge of the bed for support. "I'm NOT gonna be touching any of you, so you can just get that sick fantasy out of your heads right now."

Mitchell's smug grin morphed into a cold, hard glare, not liking how the older teen defied them. "Ya don't git to call the shots he-yah, boy," he tells him menacingly. "Ya either play along, or ya face the consequences. 'n trust meh, ya don't want to see what happens when we spread yer little secret."

The twins nodded in agreement. Cameron, ever the eager pupil, mimicked his older brothers' nod, the snotty grin never leaving his face as he reached out and grabbed Jaden's wrist, pulling it towards his own crotch. "Come on," he cooed, "It'll be fun. Just lak watchin' us was fo-wah ya."

"Fuck no!" Jaden swiped his hand away from Cameron with such force that he almost stumbled backward. "And get your nasty booger-picking hand off me!" he yelled, his revulsion clear as he scrubbed at his arm as if he could erase the feel of the younger boy's touch. Does this kid ever think about washing his damn hands? He needs to stop spreading his fucking germs!

"You're all monsters, that's what y'all are!" He said.

Mitchell's smirk remained plastered on his face. "Oh, please, Jaden," he drawled, his voice thick with sarcasm. "Ya're the one with the problem he-yah. Ya're the one who caint keep yer hands off yer pecker. Ya brought this to yerself, not us."

The situation was tense. Jaden felt the cold, clammy grip of the brothers' accusations wrapping around him, squeezing the breath from his lungs. His thoughts then turned to the future he'd so carefully cultivated. The scholarships, the dreams of escaping this stifling town for the greener pastures of college, the chance to build a life beyond the shadow of these monstrous boys... it all hung in the balance, threatened by their vile blackmail. The fear of his dark secret being unearthed for the world to see, of his future crumbling like so much dust beneath the weight of their cruel revelation, was the last thing he wanted to happen. The very thought of his college dreams shattering into a million pieces at the mercy of their sneers and lewd demands made his stomach churn with nausea. He knew he was at their mercy, and the weight of their malicious intent bore down on him like a crushing boulder.

He reached out to push Mitchell away, the belt strap flying before it slapped against the young boy's pants. "Fine," he gritted out, "What do you want me to do?"

It was a surrender, a desperate plea for mercy wrapped in the hope that he could somehow control the narrative. But deep down, he knew he was theirs to play with, a puppet to their twisted games. And as the first droplets of pre-cum wet the fabric of his shorts, he realized that the battle for his dignity had already been lost.

"Look, Jaden," Mitchell said, his Southern drawl dropping to a mockingly soothing tone, "we just want ya to be honest with yerself. Tell us, how badly do ya want to git down own yer knees 'n suck own ow-wah big boy cocks?" The boy with a backwards-facing cap stepped closer. "Ya've bin' eyein' us fo-wah so long, it's only fair ya git what ya've bin' cravin'. 'n who knows," he added with a wink, "maybe if ya're a good little slut 'n do as we say, we'll keep your dirty secret between us."

"So you guys are planning to make me your little... plaything? Is that it?" Jaden asked. The Boebert brothers exchanged glances, the mischief in their eyes growing brighter.

"Why, Jaden," Mitchell cooed, "ya make it sound so... degradin'. But if that's what ya want to call it, then sure. Last time we heard; ya declared yerself a 'whore fo-wah little boys', 'n that's what we're gonna make a reality. We can make ya ow-wah little playthin'. It'll be just lak playin' hahss, except ya're the fuck toy 'n we're the ones pullin' the strings." His smirk grew wider as he took another step closer, the leather belt buckle still clutched in his hand. "So, what'll it be? Serve us 'n worship ow-wah cocks so yer secret will be kept hidden, or let the whole world know what a sick boy-lovin' fuck ya are?"

"Yeah, Jaden," Ethan chirped. "It's yer choice. Ya can be ow-wah little secret, or everyone's favorite cautionary tale."

Cameron, his hand still lingering by his crotch, adds with an eerily calm tone, "'n remember, once ya choose to start playin' with us, ya caint just stop. Ya're en it fo-wah the long haul, Jaden. We'll have ya comin' back fo-wah more, beggin' fo-wah it, lak the good little pedo ya are".

Jaden's stomach plummeted as the gravity of their words sank in, the harmony of his world invaded by the horror of the reality he faced. His eyes fell to the floor for a moment, thinking about the consequences of both giving in and resisting. With a heavy heart, he decided he had no choice but to submit to their depraved games if he wanted to protect what little dignity he had left. What fucking choice do I fucking have, anyways? I already know what would happen if I try and snatch their phone again. Damn those fuckin' twins...

"Alright, fine," he answered, slumping his shoulders in defeat, "I'll do it."

Wide grins of triumph flashed on the boys' faces. "Good choice," Mitchell said with a smugness that made the 19-year-old cringe. "It wasn't so hard now, was it?"

The curly-haired teen just huffed, his eyes still cast downward, as he prepared to submit to their twisted demands.

As if to celebrate their victory, Cameron's eyes beamed with greed as he spied the Papa Johns pizza box on the table. "Oooh, lookie here, I'm starving," the boy with a buzzcut exclaimed with glee and he sauntered over to the table and grabbed the plate with the remaining few slices. He then went over to Jaden's homework desk, which was meticulously organized with books and binders neatly stacked. Out of disrespect for his neighbor, he casually knocked them over onto the floor, much to Jaden's outrage.

"HEY! What the hell, Cameron!?" He snapped at the pre-teen.

"Just gettin' comfortable," Cameron quipped, taking his first bite of the pizza.

"First off, you don't shove people's things off the table like that. Second, that pizza is mine, you little shit!" Jaden snarled. "That's MY fucking lunch!"

Mitchell's hand grab a fistful of Jaden's wrist and yanks him closer, his uneven bitten nails digging crescents into the older teen's pulse point. "Ya're in no position to be makin' demands, Jaden," he hissed, his teeth bared like a rabid animal. "Remember, we're doin' ya a favor he-yah. Ya don't git to decide what's yers anymore." He pulls him closer to the front of the bed.

The sight of the pizza being ravaged by the youngest Boebert's dirty fingers only added to the revulsion and anger that quickly bubbled up within Jaden. His stomach growled in protest, reminding him that his lunch was now in the hands of his tormentor. Well, there goes my lunch, and quite possible the last shred of dignity I had left.

Mitchell's sapphire eyes bore Jaden's soul as he tipped his worn-backwards American flag flexfit cap with a smug smirk. "Look, Pedo Pete," he stated, "Ya do exactly what we say, 'n maybe we'll keep ow-wah end of the deal." And with a malicious grin, he shoved Jaden to the floor.

The twins eagerly went over to their oldest brother, their eyes hungrily devouring the sight of their prey on the carpeted floor, his earlier protest forgotten in the face of their overwhelming power.

"If ya're a good boy, we might decide not to post the video on Facebook fo-wah everyone to see." He leaned down, his crotch mere inches from Jaden's face. "But if ya fuck up, if ya tell anyone, or if ya don't keep playin' ow-wah game fo-wah the rest of the summer... well, then ya're 'unna become the next big viral sensation." His voice was a seductive whisper of evil in a warning tone.

Anger and desperation was swirling in the depths of the young man's eyes. "If this doesn't describe you runts as fucking monsters, I don't know what fucking does,"

Mitchell just shrugged with a nonchalant smug, clearly unfazed to the insults Jaden launched at him. "Call it what ya will," he said, "but we're the ones holdin' the cards he-yah. 'n 'less ya want the whole world to see just how much ya love little boy cock, ya're to do as ya're told."

With reluctance, the brunet teen forced himself to look up at the quartet of boys, their erections jutting out from their tight pants like barrels of loaded guns. "Okay," he grumbled, laced with surrender, "I'll give you brats what y'all want. But I swear to God, if any of this goes beyond these walls, I'll-"

"Oh, don't worry," Ethan interrupted with a sneer, "We're gonna keep it nice 'n private... fo-wah now."

Cameron looked down at the mess he'd made, then caught the sight of a crumpled photo of the four brothers and a hastily-sketched nude drawing of them that fell out of Jaden's school binder, all with exaggerated proportions. "What's this?" He snatched it with his greasy hand and held it up. Then his mouth dropped.

When Jaden noticed, his eyes went wide with dread. Cameron had now found the photos and the sketches the teen made about him and his brothers in his most intimate moments of pleasure. "W-wait! Stop!" He stuttered, trying to compose himself. But it's too late to hide the evidence.

"Look at this, guys!" the boy with a brown buzz cut squealed, pointing at Jaden's artwork. "Ow-wah lil' neighbor's been takin' us to school with 'im!"

The twins and Mitchell unanimously let out loud "Ooooohhh"s and roared with laughter. "Well, well, well," Mitchell said, shaking his head with feigned disappointment, "Looks like you've been a busy boy, Jaden." He grabbed the picture from Cameron, his grin widening as he took in the explicit details of the drawing. "Ya know, I always knew ya had a thing fo-wah us, but this is just... pathetic."

Ethan leaned in to inspect the drawing. "The fuck is this?" he jeered, pointing at the alterations. "Ya tryin' to make us look different so that no one will know it's us?" His eyes narrowed.

"And ya've been spyin' on us?" Evan's voice grew harsher than his older twin's, his eyes burning with a newfound fury as he threw the picture back at Jaden. "Wow! You're even MORE of a sicko than we thought."

Jaden felt ashamed and still a bit angry as he feebly replied, "I didn't mean to! I-I just..." He stumbled over his words, trying to find some semblance of an excuse for his artwork. But there's nothing Jaden can do to defend himself now; the Boebert brothers had seen the proof of his desires, and they had him right where they wanted him.

"Ya really are a demented freak, Jaden," Evan crossed his arms, glaring at him with disgust. "And ya know what? That should be part of ow-wah collection as evidence."

With a snicker, Mitchell took a quick snap of the incriminating sketch and photo, the flash of the camera illuminating the room like a bolt of lightning.

What kind of deep shit have I gotten myself into...? The shirtless biracial boy shamefully thought. He deep down knew his artwork would one day bring him trouble if exposed to the wrong person, but he didn't think it would lead him to THIS kind of trouble.

Satisfied with catching more evidence to use against their prey, Mitchell strode over to the window, and with quick motion, he slammed it shut, cutting off the gentle serenade of the outside world. The curtains followed suit, closing in around them like the jaws of a trap that had just snapped shut. The room grew dimmer, the only light now a sickly glow from the bedside lamp that cast elongated shadows across the floor.

The 14-year-old boy places his phone in his pocket and formed a semi-circle around Jaden with the blonde-haired twins, his grin turning into a vicious smirk. "Alright, ya pedo," the eldest Boebert sneered, "it's time fo-wah ya to show us what ya've got." He gestured to Jaden's crotch with a smug grin. "Take it out!"

The biracial 19-year-old looked up at the looming figures for a moment, and then reluctantly (and excitedly) pulls down his shorts, his own 4.0-inch erection springing free, smaller but equally as firm as theirs, the soft, curling hairs that surrounded it. The tip glistens with clear pre-cum.

"Is that all ya've got, Jaden?" Mitchell scorn, his tone filled with disdain and amusement. His brothers behind him snickered with cruelty. "A little thin' lak that couldn't satisfy any of us."

Jaden isn't surprised that this would be their reaction, but it still hurt his pride to hear it. He remains stoic, trying to keep his face from showing signs of insecurity. He had to play along if he wanted to keep his secret hidden from the world.

Ethan took a step closer to Jaden, his pasty hand sliding down to palm the bulge in his tight jeans, stroking it slowly as he leered down at the 19-year-old. "Look at ya," he taunted, "ya're just beggin' fo-wah it, aren't ya?" His eyes narrowed with a wicked glee, watching the way Jaden's cock twitched in response to his cruel teasing. "Ya're so fuckin' hard just from lookin' at us, ya sick faggot. Ya caint even hide it now."

"Well you little fuckers are no better either," Jaden shot back. "The way y'all casually pulled down your pants earlier outside and making sexual remarks at me."

Mitchell leaned against the bedpost, the western belt buckle still clutched in hand. "Okay... we're all a bunch of sickos here, I'll admit." he said. "But at least ya know what ya are, Jaden. And ya're also ow-wah lil' bitch now."

Ugh, this is gonna be a long ass summer... Jaden thought with a defeated sigh, but he had made his choice, and now he had to face the consequences.

Mitchell took a moment to savor the power he held over Jaden, the blue orbs in his eyes dancing with sadistic delight. With a dramatic flair, he yanked off his black flexfit cap, revealing a wild nest of brown hair that almost matched the tanned skin of his muscular arms. His red polo shirt, still a bit wet from Jaden spraying him with the hose earlier, followed, discarded on the floor like a challenge to the very air itself. The silver chain necklace remained, nestled against his chest, a silent declaration of his dominance.

Not only was young teen's chest solid, but it was sculpted for a child his age, with the kind of lean strength that came from lifting hay bales and fighting brothers since he was eight years old. Sun-kissed skin stretched tightly over well-defined pecs, dotted with subtle freckles that suggested summers spent in the Kentucky sun without a shirt. The cool air of Jaden's room, or perhaps the rush of humiliation, caused his nipples to stand pert and darker than his skin. A solitary drop of perspiration followed the contour of his collarbone before vanishing into the throat's hollow. With every slow, deliberate breath, his ribcage grew larger, like a predator relishing the aroma of terror.

As soon as Jaden saw Mitchell's exposed chest, his gaze lingered on the strong abs that flexed and rippled with each breath the teen took. Despite the fear and rage that raged within of him, he felt a twinge of arousal.

It's not just the Wilson teen intrigued by this, Cameron also couldn't help but feel the heat rising in his cheeks as he couldn't tear his gaze from Mitchell's bare chest, his brown eyes tracing the contours of the 14-year-old's defined abs with a hunger that went beyond the lunch he'd stolen from Jaden. He licked his lips, the grease from the melted cheese mixing with the anticipation that painted his features. His own pants grew tight around his waist, the outline of his growing erection clearly visible through the fabric. Despite his own nascent power, the boy with a buzzcut couldn't help but feel a twinge of desire for his oldest brother, the maliciousness in his gaze tempered by the heat of burgeoning lust.

As the tension in the room thickened, so did the outline of the youngest Boebert's own arousal, pressing against the confines of his jeans. The nose-picking brat began to subtly adjust himself, his pasty fingers tracing the length of his burgeoning erection through the fabric. The unspoken incestuous longing between the brothers was as palpable as the humid Kentucky air that clung to their skin.

Mitchell took his shameless show of power a step further. He began to slowly rub his palms over his bare chest, his thumbs teasing his nipples into hardened peaks. The fabric of his tight briefs grew wet with pre-cum, the outline of his massive erection leaving no doubt as to his excitement. "Mm, ya're just eatin' this up, aren't ya?" he mocked. "Looks lak ow-wah little garden boy he-yah caint resist a taste of some fresh young meat." He enjoyed seeing how Jaden's eyes remained glued to the show, his own body responding involuntarily to the sight of the teen's bare torso.

Mitchell's smirk then grew into a wicked grin as he pointed at the floor. "Get on ya knees, boy," he commanded. "Let's see ya worship what ya've been starin' at."

Jaden's breath caught in his throat as he reluctantly obeyed, his knees hitting the carpet with a soft thud. The scent of the teen's arousal was already filling his nostrils. He tentatively reached out, his hand hovering over one of Mitchell's nipples, the flesh hot and firm beneath his fingertips.

With a sneer, Mitchell grabbed a fistful of Jaden's curly hair, forcing his head closer. "Lick 'em," he demanded, the sadistic glint in his eyes leaving no room for argument. "Show us how much ya want this."

Jaden's tongue flicked out, tentatively tracing Mitchell's pink erect nipple, his mouth watering despite the fear that held him captive. The saltiness of the teen's skin mingled with the sweetness of sweat as he obeyed the humiliating command.

Ethan and Evan watched the obscene display with amazement and amusement, their snickers bouncing off the walls of the small room. They whispered to each other, their eyes wide with the thrill of witnessing their neighbor's dark secret unfold before them.

Seconds later, Mitchell had hatched another idea... a very stinky one, I'll tell you that.

He pulled his arms back, exposing his sweat-soaked pits to Jaden's horrified gaze. The aroma of unwashed teenage masculinity was released into the air like a foul perfume, so much so that Jaden had to fight the urge to gag. "Now, if ya're gonna be ow-wah bitch, ya gotta start with the basics," he announced. "Lick 'em clean, Jaden. 'n remember, aah haven't washed 'em en days." The cruel twinkle in his eyes suggested he was enjoying this far more than he should.

Nausea bubbled in Jaden's throat at the thought of what he was about to do, but the fear of his secret being exposed was a more powerful force. He leaned in, his tongue tentatively dampening the hair and tasting the salty maleness of Mitchell's armpit. The scent of an unwashed teenage boy filled his nostrils, a heady musk that seemed to intoxicate him despite his better judgement. His own cock pulse pulsed in time with his heartbeat, trapped between the thighs that were clenched in an effort to hide his growing excitement.

As he continued to lick, the taste grew on him, a forbidden flavor that seemed to unlock something deep within his soul. What the hell am I doing? he thought. This is disgusting and unnatural on so many levels! But why...? Why am I... liking this? Like a sick, depraved pervert? Why am I finding his rotten armpit smell and the taste of his salty skin so... intoxicating?

Ethan and Evan couldn't hold back their laughter any longer as they watched Jaden's tongue dart in and out of Mitchell's armpit, his expression a twisted mix of horror and excitement.

"Oh mah god, ya're such a fuckin' pig!" Ethan squealed, his own cock straining against his pants. "Gettin' off own ow-wah brother's stink!"

Mitchell chuckled, his grip on Jaden's hair tightening as the biracial teen's face grew redder. "Keep goin', boy," he whispered with sinister satisfaction. "Lick it up, beh-cuz we're just gettin' started. Ya wanna be a pedophile? Then ya're gonna act lak one."

The four brothers have a feeling that this was going to be the best summer yet, with their neighbor's secret in their pocket and his desperation laid bare before them.

With a cruel smirk, Mitchell released Jaden's hair, giving his head a little shove to the side. "Now fo-wah the other one," he ordered, presenting his other armpit with a flourish.

Jaden's eyes never left the younger teen's smug face, the weight of his humiliation heavy on his shoulders as he leaned in to obey. His tongue tentatively met the rough, salty flesh of the other pit, the musky scent of Mitchell's body enveloping him, making him feel as if he was in a trance.

"Mmm, that's right, ya pervert. Taste the salt of mah manhood," Mitchell goaded. Jaden couldn't believe this was his new reality, that he was actually getting off on the taste of this brat's sweat. "How does it feel, Jaden?" the Southern-accent teen sneered, "To be kneelin' at the altar of Boebert masculinity?"

Like hell I would, Jaden grumbled in his thoughts, his teeth clenched in a silent scream of humiliation.

"Say it," Mitchell demanded, grabbing onto the young man's curly hair again. "Tell us how much ya love the smell of a real man."

Jaden's eyes searched for any shred of dignity he had left, but found only the carpeted floor staring back at him. "I... I don't," he whispered hoarsely, lying.

Mitchell's grin grew, the victory in his eyes stark as day. "Yeah ya do. Ya're such a spineless little slut," he insulted. "Reckon ya're beggin' fo-wah more inside yer mind. Tell 'em, Jaden. Tell 'em how much ya love the taste of mah sweat, mah pow-ah ovah ya."

With a final, desperate attempt at defiance, Jaden clamped his mouth shut, his eyes flashing up to meet Mitchell's. But the 14-year-old was unfazed, his grip on Jaden's hair tightening. "Yer gonna tell 'em," he hissed, "or I'll make sure this video goes viral own Facebook. 'n then everyone, including ow-wah Pa, will know just how much of a disgusting, sick pervert ya really are."

The words hung in the air like a noose, tightening around Jaden's neck. With a resigned sigh, his eyes closed as he whispered, "I love the taste of your sweat." The words were barely audible, but the Boebert brothers heard them loud and clear.

He'd given in, and now he was theirs to command, to use as they saw fit. The battle was lost, and the war had only just begun.

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