#gabe luna

Your day always starts the same way. You open your eyes to the most amazing sight - your boyfriend Joel sleeping peacefully next to you in a beautifully furnished bedroom flooded by golden sun rays. Your heart overflowing with love, heat simmering in your lower belly, you watch him quietly for a few minutes, and it might seem creepy to some, but you just can’t help yourself — Joel’s too gorgeous not to stare. You get mesmerized by his long lashes, his beautiful nose, his plush lips, soft and inviting, that often brush against your ear when he whispers something naughty to you—

Fuck, your pussy’s amazing.

You’re takin’ me so well, baby.

That’s the pace, keep it when you jerk my cock.

He tells you sweet things, too —

Dinner was delicious, thanks.

I love the way you iron my shirts. Could never do it myself.

Be a doll and take the trash out.

Doll. You feel warm and fuzzy when he calls you that. You feel pretty. Wanted. Loved.

Today’s a big day. Joel’s younger brother Tommy is coming for a visit. He still lives in Austin and is going to stay for just one night at Joel’s big house, then heading to another city on business. Having never met him before, and with Joel rarely talking about his younger brother, you’re excited to finally meet Tommy and get to know him.

A lot needs to be done and you can’t stay in bed for too long, so as soon as Joel opens his eyes, you give him a quick kiss, ready to get up.

But Joel doesn’t let you - with a raspy ‘Morning, doll’ he pins you to the bed and deepens the kiss. Like almost every morning he makes love to you just the way you like it -slowly and steadily, his quick breaths tickling your ear.

“Touch yourself,” Joel commands and you push your hand between the bed and your body. Joel’s chest pressed to your back, his hips moving back and forth with a perfect rhythm, your finger is swirling around your wet clit, and soon you’re both coming, your soft moans filling the bedroom. Joel pulls out immediately and gets off you.

“Gonna be late for work,” he mumbles, padding to the bathroom to take a shower.

You spend a few moments in bed, basking in the post orgasmic glow, before getting up.

After making breakfast for Joel and sending him off to work, you start getting ready for Tommy’s visit. You go grocery shopping, then cook and clean all day, making sure every dish on Joel’s menu is perfect, every surface in the house sparkles.

You finish everything on time and when Joel returns home, you’re waiting for him already dressed for the dinner.

“Tommy's on his way from the airport,” Joel says as soon as he sees you. He loosens his tie and comes up to you. His warm hands glide up and down your arms, his eyes intent, and he asks, “Is everything ready?”

“Of course, my love. The dinner, the guest room, all done. How do I look?” You twirl for him, showing off the dress that he’s chosen for you to wear today.

“Perfect.” His compliment makes your heart skip a beat and you kiss Joel with your smiling lips.

When Tommy arrives you rush to the door to greet him.

“Hey there, gorgeous!” the man exclaims and gives you a tight hug. Your body tenses with the way he holds you so close and you gently pull away from him before introducing yourself.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he waves your name away like it’s an annoying fly, and feeling confused and hurt, you slightly raise your brows, watching him walk past you to hug his brother, but then your eyes lock with Joel’s and, scared to upset him, you smile watching the men reunite.

During dinner you watch Tommy with great curiosity. He seems nice, all jokes and smiles, but the way he’s treated you at the door doesn’t sit right with you. Trying to swallow the bitter aftertaste of the introduction, you take a sip of wine, listening to Tommy speak about his new business venture. Joel hums from time to time while eating, asks a few questions, but judging by his body language you feel that your boyfriend is skeptical about his brother’s success.

A few times you catch Tommy looking at your cleavage, his hand sometimes brushes yours on the table. This unwanted attention, the touches of the man you’ve just met, it all makes you uncomfortable, but Joel doesn’t seem to mind, so you don’t give it too much thought, telling yourself that Tommy’s just being overly friendly.

Once during the conversation with your boyfriend Tommy mentions a woman’s name in passing and your ears perk up.

“Oh! Joel’s never told me that you have a girlfriend.”

Tommy looks confused for a second but then gives you a charming smile.

“I don’t often talk about women with Joel.”

You nod, realizing why it might be the case. You think of Joel’s ex - the woman who had a child with him many years ago and then cruelly abandoned them both. Sarah’s all grown up now and Joel’s done the best job as a single father, but he often has the harshest words for that woman, and you don’t blame him one bit. How could she do that? You’d never hurt him like that!

Silence falls over the dining room, and trying to light up the mood you say cheerfully,

“I hope you at least heard about me, Tommy.”

“So much, beautiful,” he purrs. “And only great things.”

With a soft smile Tommy brings his hand to your cheek and rubs it with his thumb.

Your breath hitches, but you give him a polite smile and quickly look down at your plate, breaking the unwanted contact.

After the dinner, you clear the table and wash the dishes while the men relax in the living room.

When you join them, Joel pulls you into his lap. His eyes are a little hazy, just like Tommy he’s got a glass of whiskey in his hand, a cigar in the ashtray on the coffee table. The smoke makes your eyes itchy, but you don’t say anything. Instead you wrap your arms around his neck and beam at your man like a cat enjoying the sun. You love him so much, your heart can explode.

“Dance for us, doll,” Joel leans in and whispers in your ear, his leg moving with the rhythm of a Fleetwood Mac song.

You throw a glance at Tommy who’s sitting in the armchair, his eyes trained on you, and drop your head down, your hand running over Joel’s cashmere sweater.

“Oh… I don’t know.”

“Please, baby. Wanna see you dance.”

You can never say ‘no’ to your boyfriend, so you sigh and get up. You take a few steps away from the sofa and start dancing shyly at first, feeling the men’s full attention on you, but then you close your eyes and let the music guide you. Your embarrassment forgotten, you sway your hips to the tune, moving your body freely, a happy smile blooming on your face.

Suddenly you jerk when two hands circle around your waist and you open your eyes to find Tommy standing in front of you. He gently pulls you close to him and starts dancing with you, his arms snaking around your torso, his hands on your lower back.

Still moving with the music, trying not to show how uncomfortable you’re, you step away from him, but he quickly gets behind you and presses his body to yours. His chin rests on your shoulder, while he’s swaying together with you. You’re waiting for Joel to stop his brother, but he doesn’t. Instead he’s watching you two dance with a light smile on his glistening lips.

If Joel’s fine with it, you should be, too, you think, and let Tommy place his palms on your hips, but you almost squeak when he slightly bucks his hips and his hard bulge pokes your ass.

You throw his arms away and return to the sofa, lying with a forced smile,

“Sorry, I feel dizzy. Too much wine.”

You sit next to Joel and cuddle up to him, searching for safety in the warmth of his body, panicked thoughts swirling in your mind.

Why is Tommy behaving like that? You’re his brother’s girlfriend, for god's sake.

Probably unaware of the reason for your torment, Joel notices your unusual behavior and offers,

“How about you go upstairs and lie down?” Meanwhile Tommy plops back into the armchair, looking like nothing has happened.

“Yes, I’ll go. Sorry, Tommy,” you mumble, getting up.

“It’s ok, pretty. I’ll see you,” He winks at you before you head to the bedroom.

When the bedroom door closes behind your back, you stand still for a few moments, finally able to breathe freely. The dinner has gone seemingly fine but Tommy’s behaviour and Joel’s indifference left you confused and upset. Why did Joel ask you to dance? You’ve danced only for him before and now you feel dirty.

The men’s loud laughter is still heard downstairs when you leave an en-suite bathroom, wearing a sheer nightgown with nothing underneath. The garment barely covers anything - Joel always buys you the sexiest sleeping clothes, loving when nothing stops him from taking you in your sleep.

You need to go to bed but can’t - your head full of thoughts, your chest heavy.

You’re standing in the middle of the room, nervously fumbling with the hem of your short nightie, when you hear the men coming up the stairs, talking loudly.

“Finally,” you breathe out with relief. You desperately want to be with Joel and peacefully fall asleep in his arms, safe and secure. You expect Tommy to go to the guest room, but when the bedroom door swings open, you see both brothers.

Terrified of Tommy seeing you practically naked, you squeak and quickly jump on the bed. You pull a comforter over your body and stare at the men, your eyes widened and scared.

“I told him to go to hell,” Joel finishes his story, walking in, and they laugh as if not seeing you.

“Joel,” you mewl pathetically, your voice shaky and quiet. “I’m not dressed.”

“S’ok,” he throws, barely glancing your way, and disappears in the bathroom.

You swallow loudly, your eyes following him out of the room. Feeling extremely uncomfortable, you contemplate hiding under the covers.

To make matters worse, Tommy walks up to your side of the bed, a drink in his hand, places it on the nightstand and unceremoniously plops next to you, his palm splayed inches from your covered thigh.

He’s so close, you smell alcohol and tobacco on his breath.

“Why you still up, beautiful? We thought you’d be asleep already.”

He smiles at you playfully and you drop your gaze under his intent stare.

“Wanted to wait for Joel.”

Tommy chuckles, as if your discomfort gives him pleasure, and getting fed up with his audacity, you lift your head and stare him right in the eye. Not hiding your anger, you say coldly,

“Tommy, the guest room’s ready for you. Why don’t you go there and get some rest?”

The man raises his brow, but then leans even closer to you and whispers,

“The night’s still young. And I haven’t had my fun yet.”

His expression makes blood freeze in your veins — his lips are twisted in a wolfish grin, his pupils are blown out, and when his big hand squeezes your thigh over the comforter, terror grips your heart. You’re so scared you want to scream, but you see Joel leaving the bathroom and hope slightly soothes your soul. He'll surely stop this. Whatever this is.

Joel comes up to the foot of the bed, his belt undone, his cheeks rosy with alcohol. He tilts his head watching you, seemingly not minding that his brother is sitting next to his almost naked girlfriend.

Instead of putting an end to Tommy’s illicit behavior, Joel makes matters worse.

“C’mere,” he says calmly, beckoning you with his hand.

You’re blinking up at him, your mouth agape.

“Joel, I’m not clothed...”

“Come. Here.”

The tone of his command leaves no room for an argument, and when Tommy scoots back, you take a sharp breath and obediently slip from under the comforter and pad to your boyfriend.

You’re terrified and embarrassed, your tits and ass on full display for Tommy who definitely ogles you, judging by his low grunt, but your legs carry you to Joel and you stare up at him, all your muscles tense.

The man gives you a smile but it doesn’t warm you. Instead you feel that he’s enjoying your fear and confusion as much as Tommy.

“Why…?” you whine, but Joel interrupts your question as he pulls you close and kisses you, his tongue breaching your lips and licking into your mouth with hunger. You are desperately clenching his sweater with your trembling hands, trying to hide in the cage of his arms. Joel slides his hands down your back and grabs your asscheeks, pulling your nightie up and exposing you even more.

“Joel!” you yelp and step away from him, hastily covering your butt.

“The fuck you’re doin’?” Joel gruffs, his face in a scowl, while you’re shaking like a leaf, your hands pressed to your booming heart.

“Tommy’s here.”

Joel grits his teeth and with one step crosses the distance between you two. His hand painfully grips your arm, drawing a sob out of you, and you start trembling, scared and small under his fiery stare.

“I don’t give a damn who’s here! You’re mine and I’m gonna do whatever I want with you!”

With an annoyed growl he twists your arm, roughly manhandling you to bend over the bed. Your cheek lands on the sheets, and you cry out, not understanding what’s happening, why he’s hurting you. Joel’s fingers clench around your wrist and he’s holding your hand pressed to your lower back, rendering you unable to move.

“Who owns you?” He booms over you and you whine,

“You-you-you…I’m yours!”

“That’s right.”

You hear clothes shuffling behind you, followed by a sound of a zipper. Terrified, you turn your head to Tommy, and find him sitting comfortably, his back against the headboard, watching you with an amused expression on his face. Your misery seems to entertain him, a wink from him thrown your way is a sign of his cruel mocking, and in an attempt to stop it, you mewl,

“Joel, please, can Tommy leave first?”

“If he wants to…,” Joel chuckles. “Ya wanna leave, Tommy?”

The younger man doesn’t break the eye contact with you as he replies,

“Nah, ‘d rather watch you take it, sweetheart.”

They both chuckle and you sob, when a realization hits you - it’s really happening, it’s not a nightmare, especially when Joel’s hot cock lands on your naked asscheek. To your dismay, the horror you’re experiencing doesn’t stop your pussy from getting wet, and Joel moans, sliding his crown up and down between your folds, coating it with your slick.

“That’s my girl,” Joel coos, but you don’t feel happy to have pleased him. His words feel like a slap to your face. His hand splayed on your back pushing you down, he shoves his fat cock into your pussy in one go, and you hiss at the burn of the stretch.

“No, please..” You beg, not understanding why the person you love is doing this to you, but Joel leaves your plea without an answer and starts fucking you — sharp thrusts hit your ass, sending his cock deep inside you.

“How’s her pussy?” Tommy asks before grabbing his glass and taking a swig.

Without a pause, snapping his hips fast and hard, Joel groans, “Perfect.” He’s rutting into your cunt for a few moments, growling, making your front slide back and forth on the bed until he stills and you hear - “Wanna see?”

His words send another wave of panic to your heart and as soon as he lets go of your arm you try to move away from him, but he barks,

“Bed! On your back! Legs spread!”

Your insides freeze, but your body immediately follows the commands. Your back hits the bed in seconds and your legs open up as if on their own.

What’s happening to me? You panic, lying on the bed, seeing Joel grab his glistening cock at the base. The sight of his long member usually sends pleasant tingling through your body, but now it terrifies you, draws another surge of tears out of you.

“Don’t mind me, you two,” Tommy mutters, getting up, and for a second you hope he’ll leave, but he doesn’t. Instead he lights a cigarette and stands by the bed, drinking and smoking.

Seemingly pleased with your submission, Joel starts undressing, and soon fully naked, his hard cock bobbing, he climbs on the bed and settles between your parted thighs.

You swallow loudly and stare at Tommy.

“Eyes on me!” Joel gruffs and your head whips in his direction. Your faces inches apart, Joel’s hovering over you, caging you against the bed with his broad body.

With Tommy visible only in your peripheral vision, you’re staring up right into Joel’s eyes, the eyes that seemed so kind. They were your whole world, now they look more like the eyes of a cruel stranger, who’s using your body like you’re worth nothing to him. Mean nothing.

Tears are streaming down to your temples, pooling on the pillow by your head, they’re sliding into your throat and you swallow them, but don’t stop, can’t stop Joel taking you against your will right in front of his brother.

Your boyfriend pierces you with his cock again and his thrusts are slower now, not fueled by anger but there’s nothing sweet about the way he’s fucking you.

Why-why-why—-Why are you doing this? Your eyes are screaming to Joel, who’s watching your pain like it’s his favorite show. Indifferent to your dreadful thoughts, he leans down and licks the tears off your cheekbone.

“Hnggg….So real,” he growls and crashes his lips against yours. This kiss is different from his usual caress, soft and gentle, now it’s charged with violent hunger and depravity, bringing nothing but fear to your heart.

From the corner of your eye, you see Tommy walk around the bed, and with terror you realize that now he has a perfect view of your pussy swallowing Joel’s cock again and again.

Overwhelmed with embarrassment and wishing to drop dead right this second, you squeeze your eyes shut and try to distance yourself from the horrible reality. But Tommy doesn’t let you.

“Fuck me, she’s so damn wet. Mine doesn’t get like that.”

Joel scoffs, “She’s much better than yours.” Then he whispers into your ear,

“Told ya to look at me, ain’t I?”

You mutter a quick ‘yes’ and open your reddish eyes.

“Gave her too much freedom,” Joel complains to his brother through heavy breaths. “Now I need to repeat myself a hundred times.”

Tommy chuckles and Joel pushes his face against your neck. You know he’s close. With his head out of the way, you can see Tommy now— standing at the foot of the bed, his eyes obsidian and full of lust, his cigarette discarded, his glass empty.

A terrifying thought makes you nauseous - is he waiting for his turn?

You burst into tears at the thought and cry harder, scared and hurt, and Joel grunts but doesn’t stop plunging his cock in and out of you. His thrusts become frantic, and when he holds you so tight you can’t breathe, his cock begins spilling cum into your pussy. While he’s pumping you full, you push your face into his naked shoulder and take full lungs of his scent, seeking comfort anywhere you can find. Even from your tormentor.

After his balls are drained, Joel pulls out and kneels on the bed between your shaking legs.

“See?” He pushes your thighs down, opening them wider, and turns to Tommy. “She took my fat cock and still tight.”

Tommy comes up closer and you cover your face with your hands as the men are staring right at your freshly fucked pussy.

“Fisted her what…? Two weeks ago?” Joel reminisces, pushing his fat fingers into your wet hole and slowly moving them in and out. “Next day she was as tight as a virgin.”

“Wow,” Tommy comments, nodding and smoking.

Joel keeps playing with your filled cunt for a few moments, scissoring it with his fingers, stretching it more, and you can’t help but get aroused. You whine softly, but right before a climax hits you, Joel pulls his fingers out, wipes them on your inner thigh and gets up.

With shaky hands you grab the comforter and try to cover yourself, but Tommy tuts at you.

“Stop it, baby, don’t hide from me.”

“Fuck you,” You spit at him through tears, and tug the material over your body. Tommy rubs his cheek and smirks,

“Feisty kitten.”

Joel chuckles, taking his sweatpants out of the drawer.

“Need another drink. Have fun,” he mumbles to Tommy, heading to the door, and when the younger man starts unbuttoning his shirt, you jump out of the bed and run after Joel.

“No-no-no-no…,” you plead, grabbing his strong arm. “Please, don’t let him…”

Instead of helping, your boyfriend shoves you away from him with fury in his eyes and roars,

“Who d’you think you’re?! Bed!”

To your greatest horror, your legs obediently carry you back and you fall on the sheets, your nightie riding up, your leaking pussy on display again.

Joel betrayed you. The only person you love stabbed your back with a knife and keeps twisting the blade. But what’s even scarier is the fact that your body betrayed you as well, and now you’re nailed to the bed like an offering to the cruel monster, being unable to run away. All you can do is quietly cry, as Tommy pulls his pants down and retrieves his cock out, blurred in your wet eyes.

“How do you want her?” You hear Joel ask his brother with an indifferent tone as if he’s offering him an appetizer.

“Missionary’s fine,” Tommy says, already kneeling on the bed and moving towards you.

“Spread your legs!” Joel gruffs and they fly apart. “Don’t fight him. Unless…,” Joel raises his brow at Tommy and the younger man shakes his head.

“No, let’s keep it simple today. I can’t have scratches all over my face at the meeting with the investors.” The men laugh before Tommy lowers his voice and adds,

“Or you can just give me the tablet.”

Joel frowns.

“Why would I do that? She’s mine.”

“Just for one night.”

“No. Never.” Joel’s definite answer shuts Tommy up. You don’t understand anything they’re talking about, your mind frozen with fear. Joel turns to you and gives you a final command, “Be a good girl,” and leaves the room.

Tommy’s stiff cock slides into you with ease, so the only pain you’re feeling now is your soul being ripped in shreds.

Joel’s ‘Be a good girl’ rings loudly in your head. You don’t want to follow his order, you want to scream and thrash, throw Tommy off you, but your body won’t listen to you. Your limbs weak, your brain obedient, you’re splayed on the bed with your nightgown bunched up around your waist, the neckline pulled down, and your naked tits are bouncing with every thrust of Tommy’s hips. His fingers dig into your thighs, as he’s closely watching your face, twisted with horror, wet with tears.

After a minute of fucking you, he leans down and his lips press to yours. His kiss is much softer than the one Joel’s given you, but you can’t enjoy it, your lips stay tightly shut.

Tommy pulls away with a groan.

“Ughh. Let’s make you less of a prude.”

He pulls out and walks on his knees to the edge of the bed, then opens Joel’s nightstand drawer and grabs a tablet. You’ve seen Joel’s work tablet many times, but he prohibited you from touching it.

“It’s Joel’s..,” you say weakly. “Don’t.”

But Tommy doesn’t listen to you. He taps the screen a few times, his brows pinched in concentration, and then his face lights up.

“Ah! Here it is!”

He swipes, mumbling ‘Sex drive - up’, dirty talk - on!’ and looks at you intently.

Something changes.

Your lower belly starts burning with fire but it’s not pain you’re feeling. It’s something pleasant yet tormenting, something overwhelming and powerful. Suddenly the man next to you, who’s been terrifying you seconds ago, looks like everything you’ve ever desired. Like your savior. You want him, no, need him to quench your thirst, to put out the hot waves rippling through your body.

Your back arches off the bed, you lips open up and you moan wantonly,

“Ahhh, come to me, baby! I need your cock!”

Tommy laughs with triumph and rushes to return between your legs, which are opened widely now, inviting him in.

Filthy images invade your mind, your core pulsates with excitement, and your hands fly to your tits as you start desperately twitching your nipples, before Tommy’s length spreads you open and you scream with pleasure,

“Yes! So big! I can feel you in my belly! Oh baby!”

“Yeah? Love this cock, sexy? It's better than Joel’s, ain’t it? He doesn’t give you what this pretty pussy needs. Tommy will fuck you good, beautiful, don’t ya worry.”

He grunts, increasing the pace, kneading your tits, and then slides his hand down along your front. His thumb finds your clit, and he starts rubbing it, fucking you relentlessly. You whimper, rising fast to your peak, and fireworks explode in your mind when you hear him offer,

“Want it rough, sweetie?”

You nod with eagerness, lust clouding your mind, and chant,

“Yeah, slap me! Slap my pussy, slap my tits, please-please-please!” You beg for any stimulation he’ll give you, and Tommy grins before his wide palm lands on your soft breast. A loud clap rings in the room followed by your squeal, his hand hitting your nipple, setting your core ablaze.

“Oh my god! Pussy now. She wants it too!” you whine, raising your hips and spreading your folds with your fingers, presenting your clit to your boyfriend’s brother.

Tommy slaps your mound first, but the second slap hits your soft bud and he keeps spanking your cunt again and again until it’s puffy and you’re wailing in ecstasy.

Slap-slap-slap!

Your folds are coated with Joel’s cum and your slick, but it doesn’t stop Tommy from making a mess of his hand, slapping your hungry pussy. Finally something snaps in your belly and you start shaking and crying, clenching around Tommy’s still moving cock.

“Fuck, yes! Look at you! Coming right on my cock! Good girl!” Tommy praises you, panting heavily, as he keeps stabbing you with his stiffness and you know that soon his cum will join Joel’s and oh! your whole being craves it madly.

“Inside, baby! I want to be full of you. Give me every drop! Please!” You’re choking on your pleas, with lust still having full control over your mind and body.

Tommy drops his head back and moans, ready to spill his load inside you, but suddenly Joel storms in, wearing nothing but his sweatpants.

“What the fuck?!” He roars, making Tommy and you jerk and freeze, as if you’ve been caught cheating.

“What d’you do to her?!” Joel furiously stomps to the nightstand and grabs his tablet. “Gonna fucking kill you, Tommy!”

He starts quickly tapping on the screen, his eyes throwing daggers at his brother every other second.

“I just wanted her to enjoy it!” Tommy tries to explain throwing his hands. “She’s always so scared and prudish!”

“She’s not a whore like the rest of ‘em!” Joel screams, shaking the tablet, and immediately contradicting his words, you moan,

“Joel please fuck me, too! I want both of your cocks shoved in my sloppy pussy!”

Tommy mumbles, ‘that’s hot’, but Joel grits his teeth staring at you with disgust. Not minding his rage, you start moving your hips back and forth fucking yourself on Tommy’s cock, desperate for another release.

“Fuckin’ asshole!” Joel growls, side eyeing Tommy, who’s not stopping your movements, but instead enjoying them. You lift yourself on your elbow, your free hand flying to Tommy’s stomach, and you glide your palm over it, while he’s fucking you. You smile up at him, your gaze full of lust, and he leans down for a kiss, but Joel taps the screen one more time, and the second Tommy’s lips touch yours, your smile drops and you fall back on the bed.

“Shit!” Tommy growls, watching your eyes go wide and fill with tears, your lips tremble, your arms cover your naked breasts.

With his cock still inside you, Tommy turns to Joel and grumbles,

“How’s this better? She’s crying again.”

Your head darts to Joel, your eyes pleading. You love him so much, you still love him so much.

He’ll help you.

He’ll stop Tommy.

But Joel doesn’t. He returns the tablet back into the drawer and sits on the bed next to you.

“Come fast and get the fuck out of my bedroom,” he throws at Tommy, who scoffs, roughly grabs your hips and starts fucking you, his teeth greeted.

“Look at me,” Joel tells you softly and you do. His face is shaking in your eyes because of Tommy’s furious thrusts, but you’d rather focus on him than on the man abusing you this moment.

Soon Tommy stills and shoots his cum deep in your core, adding it to Joel’s load. He pulls out roughly, gets off the bed and starts putting his pants on.

You’re not looking at him, your eyes full of Joel.

“She’s my good girl,” Joel mutters quietly, to Tommy or to himself, you have no idea. “She’s not a slut like my ex. She doesn’t want other men.”

You shake your head, sobbing quietly, and Joel leans down to kiss your cheek.

He licks off the wetness and his lips travel to your mouth before he kisses you, tangling his tongue with yours.

“Why are you doing this to me?” You finally have the guts to ask when he parts from you.

“Because I can,” Joel replies like it’s the easiest thing to understand. “Because you’re mine and I like seeing you cry when someone else fucks you.”

“He’s messed up, sweetie,” Tommy chuckles and bends down to slap your naked thigh, getting your attention.

Joel glares at him and Tommy asks,

“Why don’t you tell her? Who she really is?”

“Who am I?” You ask weakly, your eyes darting between the two men, your lip shaking.

“Jesus. Do you have her intelligence at zero, Joel?”

Then he bends down and explains slowly as if you can’t understand simple words,

“You are his companion robot, sweetie! His pretty little sex toy that he loves to break from time to time!”

Joel shakes his head, but doesn’t deny his brother’s words.

“What?” You mutter weakly, trying to think.

The tablet

The control Joel has over you

The way you follow his every command

As the realization is gradually sinking in, you start moving away from Joel, until you curl up into yourself, shaking, mumbling a constant ‘no-no-no-no…’

Joel’s watching you closely, not rushing to comfort you, but rather studying your reaction.

“Always hate this part,” Tommy says, throwing his shirt on. “But you love it, sick fuck.” He chuckles and pads to the bathroom.

You’re alone with Joel now. He’s sitting quietly by your side, his intent gaze set on you, while your head is about to explode. They must be kidding. They’re lying to you. You can’t be … that.

You feel pain. You feel love. You love Joel.

“I love you,” you murmur, staring up at your boyfriend, as if trying to break the spell that has turned him into your owner. But it doesn’t help.

Joel nods as if he’s heard it a thousand times, and he probably has, and reaches for the drawer again.

He makes you sit up and shows you the program that controls you. With your tearful eyes you see the settings that can change you — your mood, your personality, your intelligence. What you like, what you hate, who you love…

‘Joel Miller’

While he’s talking, Tommy emerges from the bathroom and announces that he’s leaving.

Still shocked to your core, you barely feel Tommy kiss the top of your head, but hear him say to you,

“Tomorrow you won’t remember anything, sweetheart. I’ll see you soon.”

The thought that this night can happen again makes you start crying and Joel kisses your cheek and pulls you onto his lap. He’s holding you close, while you’re sobbing into the crease of his neck.

He sighs and says quietly,

“She broke me, doll. I loved her and she broke me. Now I can break someone who loves me. Again and again.”

“Does it make you feel better?” You ask, trying to search for any consolation. Joel takes a deep breath but remains silent.

You’re crying quietly in his arms until he yawns and mumbles,

“Let’s go to sleep. M’exhasted.”

You want to scream at him HOW CAN I SLEEP NOW? HOW CAN I DO ANYTHING? But you don’t.

Instead you listen to Joel. You clean yourself up, change your nightgown and get into bed with him as if this nightmare of a night hasn’t happened. But it has and now your soul is nothing but a black empty hole.

After giving you a soft good night kiss, Joel taps something on his tablet and your vision goes to black.

The next day you wake up to the most wonderful sight - your boyfriend Joel, sleeping peacefully next to you. You watch him for a few minutes, your heart overflowing with love, your belly full of butterflies.

The story is inspired by the movie Companion (2025). I highly recommend watching it if you haven’t.

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