The Peach-Pounding Peters of Peterson Hall, #1

Chapter 13: A Big Eggplant for Three Virgin Peaches (Part 3 of 3)

Late Saturday night after the deflowering ritual had ended, Buff and I took a quick shower together. He'd insisted we do so to wash Jerrick's hot, hairless ass off our bodies as if it even bothered me like it bothered him. Then, we dried ourselves and went into our room, still naked. I closed the door and eyed him while standing right in front of him, the anger rising from within. "I think your leadership skills need some major improvement."

Buff seemed more amused than upset. "Enlighten me, then. What should I be doing that I'm not already doing?"

"Well, for starters, I don't like how you're treating sub. I don't like that you're forgetting he's not a slave. I read a lot about BDSM stuff lately since that's pretty much what this is, and slaves apparently don't get a choice of anything, but subs do."

"And? Your point?"

"And that means sub's a sub, meaning he gets to say 'no' if he can't do certain things."

"If it's any consolation, all sub Peters get free room and board, meals, tuition, books, all that stuff paid for. The rest of us get a reduction, much like a discount. On top of that, all Peters are given a list of allied businesses to jumpstart our future careers as long as we show proof that we joined the club. We may even have to show them in a more...carnal way, so to speak. But who cares? Lots of benefits here for us. It's not just a fuck club, you know."

I hadn't known any of that. "Why didn't you tell me this?"

He shrugged. "Maybe I wanted to see how naturally loyal to the club you really are."

Could I ever be a loyal Peter? I wasn't sure. But knowing this new info really changed things. "Well, I still don't like how you treat sub, so it needs to stop. Like, now."

Buff sighed. "I should've known you'd defend him, especially after your little moment with him during the deflowering ritual."

My little moment with him. The funny thing? I looked forward to seeing Jerrick again. I felt like we'd connected in a weird way. I couldn't explain it. I felt the same way about Twunky too. But why show that? "Hmm, I don't know, Buff. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're jealous."

"Oh, please. Why would I be jealous?" Yet his reddening face hinted otherwise.

One thing I hated about myself and the disturbing way my brain functioned was how badly this mean fuck turned me on. He was hot with an equally-hot bubble butt—big and smooth—and I needed to fight the lack of reasoning. I'd read superhero fanfic romances where the villain was romanticized for the superhero as if fated or whatever. Why was Buff always pissing me off and making me horny at the same time? Was I just sick?

Rock hard, I stepped closer to Buff, my face closer to his. I needed to remember that I still had a plan to destroy him. Though, I was still going to fuck his virgin ass with no mercy, especially since he was more than willing to consent to it. I grabbed his dick and stroked it. "Tell me the truth. Are you jealous?"

He swallowed, not saying anything. That was the thing about him. When he felt something, he struggled with hiding it.

Plan, plan, plan. Slip through newly-formed cracks. "Because no one's ever been that way about me before. I'm...flattered, actually."

"Yeah?" There seemed to be a mix of hope and caution on Buff's face.

I kissed his lips. "Ich liebe dich. And I do mean that." I'd said it with growing desire laced with resentment for a toxic concoction.

After a moment, his eyes growing heavier, he whispered, "I love you too."

My eyes widened. What...?