The room falls into a brief silence. As your gaze meets Jack's, you notice a gleam of mischief in the way he is eyeing you up and down like a piece of meat. Just moments ago, you had brought yourself to the edge of possibly the greatest orgasm you were ever going to have in your life and he robbed you of that joy with nothing but a command. You never felt so utterly out-of-control.
Suddenly, you feel something slimy and slightly warm sliding over the bridge of your nose and down your cheeks. It takes a moment for you to realize your brother just spat in your face.
"Leave it." Jack says, stopping your hand before it can clean the mess he left behind. "Remember, you'll be doing whatever I say from now on. Isn't that right, little bitch?"
The venom in his words, the way he has inflicted abuse after abuse onto you since your little 'confession', you could feel his pent up frustration oozing out of him from years of brewing toxicity.
"Yes...master." You guess that he would have demanded an honorific if you hadn't chosen to use one.
"Alright get the fuck out of my room now. I'll call you when I need you again, slave." Hearing the word 'slave' makes your neglected cock strain, practically begging you to give yourself the sweet, sweet release you have been craving since the moment you entered Jack's room. You hear the sound of his door unlocking and slowly rise to your feet. "Oh, and one more thing..."
You notice he is holding one of the pairs of dirty boxers he must have picked up from the floor. Your mind in a daze, simply allowing him to slide the used underwear over your head as though you were nothing more than a doll to be toyed with. He carefully lines the ass-part with your nose, the smell of sweat and old farts assaults your nostrils almost immediately.
"Keep this on and if anyone spots you, I want you to tell them exactly what happened today, kay? Goodbye loser!"
You feel a firm hand on the small of your back pushing you out of his room before you could respond. The door is immediately locked behind you upon exiting. With your master's used underwear draped over your head you quickly return to your room, not only so that nobody else can see just exactly what you had become...but to finally finish what you started.
From the moment you fell back on your bed, it took a short amount of time to bring yourself back to the edge. You huff Jack's stink and stroke your cock in a quick, steady rhythm. Right this moment, Jack is almost certainly making copies of all of the incriminating stuff contained on the flash drive. You imagine the noose around the neck of your social life growing as tight as the grip of your hand around your dick before cumming all over your bare stomach and chest.
Then your body grows limp, your arms fall at your sides, a different feeling washes over you...
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