Date: Sat, 27 Mar 2021 10:07:23 -0400 From: Marco May Subject: The Peach-Pounding Peters of Peterson Hall 15 ===*=== The Peach-Pounding Peters of Peterson Hall Chapter 15: Keep Your Enemies Closer ===*=== After stepping out of the SUV, I trudged toward Peterson Hall, ready to brush my teeth while not ready to face Buff. What a special moment I'd had with Twunky and Jerrick, both sexually and beyond. It put a warm smile on my face. I felt like Jerrick and I connected so well too. If only things had been different and that we'd been in better situations. I'd date him. Date. Wow. Why date when I was a cheater? Granted, it'd been only one out of several girlfriends, but still. I hated that I'd cheated on Leah. There was no excuse for that, and she didn't deserve any of it. I never wanted to cheat again, and it was why I was more selective with who to date, if I ever got to that point with someone. I just wanted to be happy for once. But what was happiness in actuality? Sex? Love? Both? Past the lobby, I marched up the enclosed staircase to the fourth floor, down the hallway, and right in front of the entry door to the Peters' suite. After a moment of standing here, trying to calm down, I entered and closed the door. I took a few more steps and stopped in the living space. My heart pounded, and I swallowed. Mom and Dad?! They sat on the couch nearest to me while Buff sat on the other couch. He sported a serious look that softened as if he were actually innocent. Mom and Dad, however, looked pissed. I knew them all too well. Somehow, I felt like my life was over. I didn't know it, of course, but given their presence here and clear anger, I just had a strong feeling it was, a feeling that made me sick to my stomach. Mom sighed. "We know the truth, Pete." The room started spinning. This wasn't fucking happening. Buff had fucked me over big time. Dad gave me a look of repulsion. "We realize you don't want to change your lifestyle, which explains why you were so adamant about coming here so that you can hide the truth. You already know how strongly we feel about homosexuality." I furrowed my eyebrows. "I'm not gay." "Well, you're not straight," Mom said. "We saw the disgusting video of you participating in an orgy." What? No, Buff. No... Fuck! "I'm bi, actually." At this point, my life was falling apart. They knew the truth, so why pretend otherwise. I stared at Buff for a moment, my eyes watery. He'd probably uncensored my face but kept everyone else's blurred. He formed a "sympathetic" expression that couldn't fool me. "I'm sorry, Pete. I had to tell them because I was concerned about your new sex addiction." What?! Dad looked at Buff. "How do you even handle living with a bunch of gay guys?" Buff sighed. "I pray to God every night to give me the strength I need. I'm always praying for my roommates, but they don't want to change." "Well, it's a good thing you're getting a new room soon." "Yeah, it's for the best." Oh my fucking God. "Did Pete ever try to touch you since you two share a bed?" Mom asked. Buff nodded. "It's why I made him sleep on the couch. He's too oversexed, and I can't trust him anymore." "Buff, stop..." I frowned. Mom shook her head at me. "I don't believe you're bi. From all the sinful activities your roommate has told us, and even touching him, not a single one of them involved a woman. You're gay, Pete. We realize that now. And you already know we don't believe in conversion therapy because gay people cannot change. They're condemned to hell because of the devil's permanent influence." Buff nodded. "I don't want to believe that gays are from the devil, but I'm starting to have no choice now." "Well?" Dad said. "You're a good man of faith. It's normal to want people to change. But you're wasting your time with Pete." He looked at me. "We're cutting you out of your inheritance, and you're no longer welcome back into our home." I scoffed. "Why are you guys being so extreme about this?" "We told you before how we feel about gays," Mom said. "Did you think we were joking? Because we weren't. They're the devil's spawn, and we don't want you influencing anyone else in our family. We're actually contacting the family to warn them not to give you a place to stay. You chose to come here to sin, and that gross video proved just how much you love your new life." "You're deep in that religious cult and you can't even see it." "No, we're deep in Christ, and you're deep in the devil. Huge difference." I walked closer to Mom and Dad and kneeled in front of them, my eyes pooling with tears. "I'm not gay. I swear. I'm bi. I can be happy with a woman. I just...I haven't found the right one yet, that's all." Buff sighed. "Pete, just stop this. It's obvious you don't want to lose the inheritance since you kept boasting about the amount and how you're going to put it toward the gay sex club you always dreamed about." Mom and Dad looked stunned. Dad shook his head. "I can't deal with this anymore." He got up and was ready to leave, followed by Mom. Tears ran down my face as I got back up as well. I tried to touch Dad's arm. "Please—" He jerked away. "Don't touch me, you faggot." My heart cracked into so many pieces. I'd heard him say that slur many times, but it was the first time he'd said it to me. "You disgust me. Your mother and I are ashamed to have conceived you now that you turned into this man whore." "With an STI too," Buff added. Mom and Dad's eyes widened. I scoffed. "I don't have any STIs!" "Stop lying, Pete," Buff said with a frown. Mom looked more repulsed than ever. "You're an embarrassment, Pete, and for that, we don't ever want to hear from you again. We'll start packing your things and have a storage company call you to pick them up. So don't contact us. Ever. Come on, honey, let's go. This place is making me feel dirty." Dad gave me the death stare, shook his head, and walked away, Mom right behind him. After they shut the door, I burst into heavy sobs, no longer caring who was around to witness my wrecked state. Buff put an arm around me and surprised me with a kiss on the cheek, but I pushed him away and couldn't stop crying so bitterly. Fuck my life. Everything was officially over. "When you hacked into my phone and deleted the video and snooped through my personal stuff, that was when I knew I had to ruin you like this. You went too far with that stunt." I hadn't done it, but why bother saying anything? "Now you know my secret. You could use it against me. Fuck." Secret? I sniffled and tried to stop bawling. Instead of telling Buff the truth, I decided to play along. "I won't tell anyone. I promise." "I don't know about that. One word, and I'm fucked. It's why I had to do this to you." After a pause, I tried looking at him, feeling crushed from the reality. He wanted to fuck me up? Fine. I'd blackmail him just like he'd done to me, and I'd use him to find out just what I'd supposedly discovered that could fuck his life over. And I'd fuck him up good. "I won't. But in one condition." Buff narrowed his eyes at me. "You really can't be trusted." "I can if you listen." "What? What do you want?" I stepped closer to him, hating him with every ounce of my being the more I looked at his face. But I couldn't afford to be stupid anymore. I was trapped in the Peters club. Where else would I go? I didn't know anyone who could give me a place to stay. I was homeless, carless, and jobless. And I was desperate. "Give me the leader role." Buff lifted an eyebrow. "Why would I do that?" I took his hand and pulled him toward me for a phony embrace. "Because you're not letting me be the god you want me to be. How the fuck can you properly worship me when you're the leader and I'm following you like a submissive pet?" He swallowed, staring deeply into my eyes. "How do I know you're not just after my inheritance?" Inheritance? "You now know I'm a billionaire in disguise. How do I know that that's not all you want from me?" Holy shit. A billionaire? A billionaire?! I had to calm the fuck down and play this well. At this point, I'd marry him for the money and save up as much as possible in a private bank account. Why the fuck not? I was screwed as it was. I'd never known how desperate I could become because I hadn't thought I'd ever be in this situation. I gave Buff a soft kiss on the lips, trying my hardest to be as convincing as I could. "If you're having doubts, then marry me so that I can be legally tied to you." His eyebrows flew up, and shock must've hit him hard. "You're shitting me." "Nope. I just lost my entire family. I'm alone now. And you're the only who loves me." I faked a cry but then stopped as if to "control" it. Anything to be convincing. "I do love you, Chosen One. That was never a lie. All I wanted was for us to be together, you as my god and I as your worshiper." "My only worshiper." "Really?" That strong hope spanning his repulsive face. I could no longer see the beauty in him. Though, I kind of hadn't already, but what little there'd been was completely gone. The downfall to this plan? I couldn't be intimate with Twunky or Jerrick anymore, and it sucked. Really, really sucked. I forced myself to withstand another kiss. "The other Chosen Ones left you because they were too stupid to see the true follower in you. They had someone so devoted and faithful and loyal, yet they ditched you like you were trash." Buff swallowed, probably getting emotional. "But you're not trash to me. I guess I was just fighting my feelings because I'm terrified. I've never had true love before. The fact that you came into my life so unexpectedly freaked me out. I'm sorry, Buff. Give me the chance to accept it more. I'm getting there, so just be patient with me." He nodded, his eyes watering up for the first time. "You still want to marry me?" I kissed him some more. "Yes. Set the date, and I'm yours forever. But give me the leadership. Please, my love? Don't force me to feel submissive anymore because it's humiliating to me. That's your role, not mine. I want to be the dominant one. I love you, Buff. With all my heart." Ugh. He kneeled in front of me and took my hands. "You love me?" "Of course." "Oh, Chosen One. I want to worship you for the rest of my life. And I think you should be the one to decide when we get married. I want you to be my true god. Knowing that my leadership made you feel submissive kills me. I should've realized that all along." Oh my God. The plan was working. "It's never too late for a new beginning, Buff." "You don't have to call me Buff anymore. Not in private anyway. You know my full name now." Fuck. I didn't know it. I was going to have to convince Twunky to give me the information I needed. At this point, it was too easy to slip up and create suspicion in Buff's mind. I had to be smart about this. I couldn't fuck it up. An idea sparked in my head, and I hoped it worked. "I like Buff as a name, though. It's your protection, and as your god, it's my duty to protect you and make you feel safe." He smiled, a rare smile that I imagined only the ones he loved got to witness. "Look at your smile. So beautiful. And so mine." "All yours, God." "Yes. God is right. Forever your god." And Buff was forever my enemy, an enemy to smite. In due time. ===*=== To be continued... ===*=== AUTHOR'S NOTE Thanks for reading. Want more free stories, published books, and the latest news by Marco May? 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