Chapter 14
Listen to another one of his gay stalker books?
Yeah, right.
It’s bad enough I’m as invested as I am in the one we’re already listening to. But that’s only been because I couldn’t help but listen when he was. I wouldn’t purchase one for my own enjoyment.
I listen to music while I drive to work like I always do. And it isn’t boring at all.
The rain is annoying as fuck, though.
I didn’t bring an umbrella because I have bigger things to worry about right now than checking the fucking weather report, so I’m drenched when I clock in for my shift. I look around the nearly empty restaurant and groan. Fuck. They probably don’t even need me here.
I walk around to check if anything needs to be restocked, but whoever opened clearly beat me to it.
The lack of anything to distract me work-wise has my mind wandering back to Mason.
Obviously because I’m stressed about what to do about the whole killing him thing.
But more than once, my thoughts are more focused on the way he touched himself, or how surprisingly hard I was watching him jerk off.
My dick twitches, and I really need to stop thinking about him.
Maybe I should attempt a dating app hookup with a woman at her place before I end up in prison. Because the longer Mason is in my basement, the more likely prison seems for my future.
Killing a complete stranger would be hard enough, but I sort of know the guy now.
How can I kill him when he still has dreams as simple as seeing the Grand Canyon?
Maybe I should take him and kill him while we’re there…
make it seem like a tragic camping accident.
That would really make him happy before he dies.
Not that I care about his happiness. Besides, how the fuck would I explain the time off work?
The brewery opens in a few weeks; I can’t disappear for days without it being suspicious.
And if I did “accidentally” kill him, I’m sure I’d be the number one suspect with how little he seems to interact with anyone else.
How would I even explain how I knew him?
So yeah. I’m going to jail.
But as good as a dating app hookup sounds on paper…
I don’t know, I just can’t find the motivation to put in the effort.
Mason is willing and available, that unhelpful voice in my head reminds me.
Again. I kind of haven’t been able to stop thinking about how he would react if I actually called his bluff and agreed to fuck his face.
Except, the longer he’s in my basement, the less I believe he’s bluffing. So would he actually be happy if I decided to try something sexual with him?
It still feels so wrong to even consider from a consent standpoint, but as I focus on that, something low in my gut heats, and I realize with some shame that I’m even more turned on by the thought of the circumstances not being totally proper.
Apparently, there’s a totally fucked-up, twisted part of me that wants to fuck him purely because it would be so wrong.
Not wrong because he’s a man—I’m not necessarily against the idea of being bi even if I’m still pretty shocked by it—but having sex with Mason would mean fucking someone I have total control over.
He’s my literal prisoner. I shouldn’t be so fucking into the idea of truly owning him like that.
I blame the audiobook.
My dick starts to thicken as I think about the possibility.
Yeah, it’s getting really hard to deny that I might be a little less straight than I’d previously thought.
Maybe I won’t like it, but he wasn’t asking me to suck his dick.
He wants mine in his mouth. And a mouth is a mouth, right?
My cock is definitely into the idea, and I try to shift to adjust myself discreetly, but my still-damp pants probably aren’t hiding anything.
It takes another twenty minutes for anyone to even show up in my section, and it’s an elderly couple who eat here nearly every day.
I get them their waters and let them pretend to look over the menus for a solid five minutes before they decide to split the same lunch entrée they always do.
They’re nice enough, but the tip on such a small bill is going to suck.
After another half an hour of no one coming in, my manager, Carol, approaches me with an apologetic smile while I’m pretending to check if any of the syrup bags need to be swapped in the soda dispenser.
“Hey, Zane. When the Millers leave, I’m going to have to send you home early, sorry. I know you need the hours, but the weather really fucked us today, so no one’s coming in.”
My first thought is how I can’t wait to run home to Mason, but I shouldn’t want that. I stand up and shrug. “Can’t say I’m surprised. I’ll just go get some shit done at the brewery, though. Call me if dinner picks up and you need me again.”
She looks relieved. “For sure. Thanks.”
The Millers leave pretty quickly, and I reluctantly head over to the brewery, fully expecting both Grant and Eric to be there, so I’m shocked when it’s empty.
Zane
Where are you guys? I thought you’d be working. Carol cut me early so I figured I’d work here for a bit in case they need help later.
Grant
Oh shit, that would be great! We got the hard liquor shipment in this morning but then I had to leave to get ready for a date tonight. You could set up the bar!
Eric
I’m waiting for my dentist appointment that should have been half an hour ago.
Eric
But I have a date tonight too.
Grant
How’s your mystery girlfriend we’re pretending doesn’t exist, Zane?
Grant
Tonight’s my second date with Georgia, she’s great. Maybe we can double soon
Zane
Don’t have a girlfriend. I’ll set up the bar.
Eric
My date’s casual too. Don’t let Mr. Romance convince you we all need to find relationships now that the brewery is opening
Grant
I just think it would be nice if we all had dates for the opening party!
Eric
We’ll be working. We don’t need dates.
Grant
You’re no fun :(
Grant
Thanks about the bar Zane!
Zane
No problem
This is the last thing I want to be doing by myself. I assumed Grant and Eric would at least be here to talk to and take my mind off Mason, but nope. My shit luck continues, clearly.
I cut into the first of the stacked-up boxes and start pulling out the liquor bottles.
We’d already previously labeled where we wanted everything to go on the shelves, so it’s easy.
It’s not a ton of liquor either since this is a brewery, but we knew we needed options for the people who somehow don’t like beer.
By the time I open the third box, boredom is truly setting in, and my traitorous brain keeps thinking about how I’d be less bored listening to another audiobook.
Mason rattled off some suggestions, but I don’t want to buy one of those yet on the off chance we end up listening to them together, and I’d have to admit to him that I’d already listened to it.
Instead, I explore the suggested content and pick one that sounds interesting enough.
No indication of kidnapping or being held hostage in the title.
This should be exactly what I need to remind me of some normalcy in relationships.
Not that I want a relationship. Especially not with the person I’m supposed to kill.
I hit play, and before long, I realize books are absolutely filthy these days.
This one is starting off with a sex scene, for fuck’s sake.
Maybe I should have found one between a man and a woman, but I honestly wasn’t even thinking about it when I was so focused on avoiding kidnappers.
I knew the spice would come eventually, but I thought I’d have more time to prepare and maybe get home before it started.
Instead, the narrator is describing dicks and holes, and I barely know a thing about who the characters are.
But my cock doesn’t care. It’s thickening once again while I stand here alone in the middle of my best friends’ empty brewery.
Shit, why are these books so hot? Unfortunately, I think I’m reluctantly beginning to understand Mason’s obsession with the romance genre.
There’s a reason sex sells, obviously, and all I can focus on between the narrator’s breathy grunts is the way Mason has begged me to touch him.
How he adoringly calls me “Daddy” like he enjoys the power I hold over him.
That name doesn’t particularly do anything for me, but the idea of having a claim over him sure as hell does.
I think of how he looks with that fucking collar around his throat.
I never would’ve thought I would find any of that particularly hot before, but now… fuck, it’s like I’m obsessed.
There’s no way anyone is going to come here, right?
Grant is on a date, and Eric is at the dentist. I know for a fact they only have the security cameras turned on by the exits right now, so I’m out of their range…
Fuck, what is wrong with me? My cock is fully aching now, and something about the thought of jerking off in a soon-to-be public place is getting me even harder.
Mason’s exhibitionism must be rubbing off on me.
He clearly loves to be watched and admired…
or maybe he just wants to make sure I see him offering himself up to me in an attempt to be free.
Fuck it. I’m sick of ignoring how horny I am.
My dick can’t wait. I unbuckle my belt before popping open the button and unzipping my pants.
I brace myself against the counter with one hand while using the other to pull my dick out.
It’s risky, but it’s not like I’ll even last long.
I haven’t allowed myself to jerk off the whole time Mason’s been in my basement, trying to avoid him hearing with how thin the walls apparently are, but also because a part of me felt that doing so would mean admitting I’m attracted to him.
But who cares if I am, and that’s a big if.
There’s no lube in this bar, and I obviously didn’t bring any to work, so I spit in my hand… just like Mason did in my basement. Fuck, he’s all I can think about.
The audiobook is fading into the background as my hand twists around the head of my dick, smearing precum while I think of Mason’s falsely innocent face.
How can he look so pure while being so filthy?
He’s so unassuming with his round glasses and pink hair.
He gives off more of an “adorable” vibe, not an “insane sexual menace” vibe like he actually is.
Fuck, I can’t stop thinking about him. My gut tightens as I picture his pretty blue eyes, the way he was bent over with his finger in his ass, the way he came all over himself and asked me to lick it up.
I’ve never tasted cum, and I don’t think I’d like it, but at this point, who knows what the fuck I like.
Not me, and I’m way too horny right now to care.
My whole life has felt so boring compared to everything that’s happened since meeting Mason, and even though what he’s offered is so fucked up, a part of me is clearly into it.
My hand pumps faster and faster to thoughts of his throat with the collar I put on.
It drives me crazy. What would he do if I replaced the collar with my hand?
Now that I’m embracing the thoughts he has planted, I don’t know how I’ll possibly go home and not touch him like he offered.
Images of what I could do flood my mind, sinking my cock into his mouth while tangling my fingers through his pink hair, punishing him for being so tempting, fucking his perfectly plump round ass while he’s chained up and mine.
“Ungh,” I moan loudly, and my orgasm slams into me without permission at the thought of being inside of him. “Holy shit.”
My breath is coming out in short gasps as I attempt to pull myself together after I come down from the high of my release. I can’t believe how hard that hit me. Granted, it’s been over a week since I came, but still.
I look at the floor beneath me and realize most of my cum landed there. I make quick work of wetting a paper towel to clean myself up before pulling up my pants and dropping down to clean up my release.
I look around the empty bar, feeling a bit strange about what I just did. I’ve never been that desperate to get off before, and even though I should probably be ashamed after doing it somewhere so public, I can’t find it in myself to feel anything other than exhilarated by exactly that.
I should feel relieved now that I’ve come, but all I want is to rush home to Mason and actually live out his supposed fantasies.
But that would be dumb. I need to kill him. Cover it up and forget that any of this ever happened. Need to go back to normal life with everyday stress like paying my bills and opening this new business.
I don’t even know if I’m actually into him, or if I’m just far more fucked up than I ever realized, and I’m getting off on having someone chained up under my control.
Maybe I’m into even kinkier things than I typically watch in porn or have ever let myself consider, but I can explore that in ways that are actually legal, if I can pull off the whole murder thing first.
Fuck, I need to focus on my life without Mason. I have work to do, and on the off chance they call me back at the restaurant, I should be close by since I could really use the money.
I focus back on the audiobook and finish unpacking the last couple of boxes of liquor. I lose myself in the plot once it picks up, and I busy myself with other small tasks to keep listening.
Hours pass, and I give up on the idea of getting called back in. There’s nothing left to do here, so I reluctantly head out, locking up behind me.
Time to go home and face Mason while I pretend like I didn’t just get off, in the bar I own with my best friends, thinking about him chained up in my basement. Great.