VEGASPETE🔞+KILL FOR YOU

Chepter 19

PETE POV

Pete - 6 years ago - 18th birthday

This is the first night in a long time I am having fun. No Jake breathing down my neck or my stepdad looking for a reason to beat on me like it's his favorite sport. Sitting under this tree in Spencer's garden is heaven. It's a warm evening, but it's dark and the stars are so bright tonight. I feel an arm around my shoulders and l lean in. Spencer and I have been sort of dating quietly for a couple of months. We go to high school together, and these are moments we cherish. We can be who we want to be. If my stepdad ever found out I was gay, I know he would lose it, and that's not even including my stepbrother's reaction. Although, I suspect he knows from the occasional homo and fag comments he snarls my way.

"Happy birthday, baby," Spencer whispers in my ear and I turn to look at him. Big beautiful blue eyes, hair as dark as night like my own, beautiful porcelain skin. He is gorgeous and I must say, a beefcake for his age. He plays football so he's a lot bigger than me, but he is the best. We both have a lot to lose if this gets out so we treasure our time together.

He leans in to kiss me, gentle at first and it quickly turns passionate and needy, tongues caressing. He runs his hands through my hair and moans into my mouth. I love the feel of him. But it is short lived.

"Get your fucking hands off him."

I know that voice. The fucker followed me. Shit. Spencer pulls back and looks over my shoulder, his eyes wide in fear. It may sound dramatic but I feel like my life has just flashed before my eyes. They will beat me to death for this.

I have to try to convince Jake though, so I stand, and before I get to speak, he grabs my arm.

"Not a fucking word. Get in the truck." He turns to Spencer. "This is your only warning. I see you near him again, I will make sure you say goodbye to your football career and that everyone knows what a disgusting cock sucker you are."

Spencer is frozen in place.

"Spencer..." I try to go to him, but Jake drags me away and Spencer remains where he is. Will anyone ever save me? This is the last time I'll ever see him and it's all because of Jake. I want to kill my stepbrother right now. I hate him and I hate his dad. If I could burn the fuckers alive and get away with it, I would.

Jake forces me into the car and drives us away. The car is deadly silent and I notice we aren't driving home. He turns down some country back road where there is nothing around us, no sign of life and I start to feel cold all over. Is he going to kill me?

He pulls over to the side of the road and cuts the engine and lights. We are only illuminated by the bright moon that reflects down onto the truck and the sounds of wildlife roaming around the woodland on the roadside. He turns to face me and I daren't speak, not wanting to make this worse.

"You are to never see him again, Pete. You disgust me with what I witnessed tonight. What do you think Dad would say? That his son who already disappoints him is also a fag?"

I don't respond. He has me backed into a corner. I'm lost for words right now. I take the chance and look at him watching me. I shake under his stare. There's a wicked gleam in his eyes and a small smirk on his lips. He has been waiting to hold something over me. For years, he has been trying to control me, make me heel to his commands, and I have always fought against it even though it frequently cost me a beating.

"Don't worry, baby brother. I won't tell him if you're good to me."

I frown. "What do you mean?"

"I already told you that Dad wanted to whore you out before I convinced him to just use you on drug runs, but once he knows you're gay, he will have guys from all over fucking you for cash. You don't want that, right?"

I can't stop the trembling of my hands as I process what he says. I remember he said this a couple years ago, but I never thought back to it again, thinking it was a way to keep control. Was there some truth to it?

My stomach churns in revolt as he runs his hands into my hair, gently tugging it, but not in a brotherly love way. Oh fuck, no, please no. Tears well in my eyes and he smiles. He recognizes that I've figured out what he wants.

"I'll protect you, Pete," he whispers as he undoes his jeans and pulls them down until his cock is on full display. I think I'm gonna be sick.

God no.

It will be okay. It will be over soon.

He grabs me tighter by the hair and pushes my head down, level with his dick.

"Open wide, baby brother."

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