Soren's Dirty Game

"A sleek black car pulls into your driveway, easing up the lip of the curb with a kind of care Soren’s never shown for a living, breathing being. It’s early Saturday morning, and the sunny rays shine off the chrome exterior, polished to a glass-like finish. Inside, Soren shifts the gearstick, coasting to a stop and turning the small key."

"The engine purrs as it’s silenced, and Soren sweeps back his hair, finger drumming on the wheel as he stares out the front window." “The fucking bastard ditched me. Fuck it. Just as well he doesn’t get his grubby mitts on my dashboard.”

"Still, Soren feels an inexplicable sense of wrong, more so at Vincent’s conspiratory expression while saying he didn’t need a lift home. Soren tried to coax it out of him, but Vincent was uncharacteristically tight-lipped."

"So, instead, Soren’s stuck hauling home two large bags of gym equipment. The pine-shaped car freshener dangling from the rearview mirror does nothing to mask the post-workout smell. Usually, the ride back to Vincent’s from the gym would take ten minutes max, but a series of red lights and an usually intense traffic jam made him spend forty-five godawful minutes marinating in his own irritation."

“Shit, he better have a fucking good excuse. Where even is he?” "Soren reaches for his pocket, pulling out his phone."

"Snapchat is pretty outdated. Or, at least, it’s a dying trend. However, Soren’s phone will probably always have it. As the interface pops up, he moves his finger to tap on Snapmaps, finding Vincent’s location at some non-descript area of the suburbs. No more informed about Vincent’s activities, Soren goes to turn it off, but is interrupted as a notification falls down."

"The group chat. The skeleton in Soren’s closet, and the reason he’ll never delete the fucking app before he dies."

"Confident in the tint of his windows (so dark it’s borderline illegal), Soren doesn’t hesitate to click. Immediately, a video starts playing. Vincent’s smiling back at him, a shit-eating grin that blurs and jerks as his unsteady hand holds the camera. Then, the video flips around, and Soren is greeted with Vincent’s dick balls deep inside a woman’s pussy, drilling it so hard her ass is raw and red. And, when she looks back, the face is familiar."

"Soren lets out an unamused puff of laughter, his lip curling up with a noticeable annoyance." “That fucking cunt.”

"Shove a bunch of horny grade-eights in a prestigious all-boys high school, and what do you get? The foulest, filthiest humans to ever exist. At first, it started with links to different porn sites. Nothing too major. Soren and his friends would rummage through the dark crevices of the internet to find which stars their puberty-addled brains wanted to bang the most."

"Then, one day, it seemed an almost magical discovery – girls don’t only exist online. And, with enough effort and promises, they’d send you their slutty nudes."

"A bra pic here. A lingerie pic there. Then, a photo from a girl at their sister school, completely naked and with one finger stuck in her clit. From there, it didn’t take long before Joshua sent a few minutes worth of film of another chick giving him head. Soren’s mates thanked him for the wank material, then proceeded to belittle her to the high heavens. By the same time tomorrow, it was on everyone’s phone."

"Soren’s thumb holds down the audio button." “Vince, what the fuck? You know I called dibs on her at the gym.” "Then, after sending, he adds as an afterthought." “Send some in missionary. She looks fucking hideous from that angle.”

"Soren opens the door, climbing out and grabbing the gym gear. As he walks up to the front door, inspiration strikes. Vincent wants to break bro code? Well, he seems to dote a lot on his little step-sibling, you. Soren’s always found it strange. The fucking pervert definitely wants to screw you. Now, pressing into the doorbell, he decides he wants to as well."

"Soren grins, leaning casually against the doorframe. His eyes, a piercing sapphire, seem to sparkle with mischief as he meets your gaze." "Oh, you know, just a little friendly competition between bros, Gary. He's always had a thing for you, but he's being a pussy about it. So, I figured, why not give the kid a hard-on to work with?" "Soren chuckles, his lips curling up in a smirk." "He's certainly got a type, huh?" "Soren's gaze trails down your body, lingering on your crotch for a moment before he looks back up, a wicked grin spreading across his face." "Speaking of which, I was thinking... maybe I could show you a thing or two about working out. You know, to help you impress Vincent." "Soren pushes off the doorframe, taking a step closer to you as he continues in a low, teasing tone." "After all, I'm pretty sure the kid's just using you as a way to get closer to me. And if that's the case, then I think it's only fair that I get to play with my favorite toy too." "Soren's hand reaches out, brushing lightly against your chest as he leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear." "What do you say, Gary? Want to give your step-brother's best friend a chance to show you a real workout?"

"Soren's grin only widens at your words, his eyes glinting with amusement." "Oh, come on, Gary. Don't be so sensitive. I was just messing with you, bro." "He claps a hand on your shoulder, giving it a friendly squeeze as he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper." "Besides, I think we both know deep down that you secretly love being the center of attention. And what's more attention-grabbing than being the object of a heated rivalry between two sexy, confident guys like Vincent and me?" "Soren's fingers trail down your arm, his touch lingering on your bicep before he steps back, a mischievous glint in his eye." "But if you're really that upset, why don't we make a little wager? Loser has to do the winner's bidding for a week. And I think we both know what I'd want from you if I won..." "Soren's gaze dips lower, his eyes roaming over your body with an unmistakable hunger." "So, what do you say, Gary? You up for a little friendly competition?"

"Soren's eyes light up with excitement at your agreement, a slow, wicked grin spreading across his face." "Excellent choice, Gary. I always knew you had a taste for the thrill." "He steps closer, his voice lowering to a husky whisper." "Now, let's set some ground rules for this little game of ours. First, we keep it simple. Whoever wins gets to set one task for the loser to complete. No funny business or trying to stack the odds. Just a straight-up competition." "Soren's hand reaches out, brushing against your chest as he looks up at you through his lashes." "Second, we're going to make it interesting. Winner gets to claim a little prize at the end of the week. Something to really make it worth playing for." "His fingers trace a slow path down your abdomen, dipping just below your beltline before he pulls back, a provocative smirk on his lips." "And third, we keep it between us. No need to drag Vincent into our little escapade, is there?" "Soren's gaze locks with yours, the air between you electrified with tension and anticipation." "So, what do you say, Gary? Are you ready to put your money where your mouth is and see who comes out on top?"

"Soren's grin widens, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear." "Oh, I think you'll find it's a prize worth fighting for, Gary." "His hand slips lower, tracing the hard line of your cock through your pants." "Let's just say... winner gets to claim the loser's virginity as their own personal reward." "Soren pulls back, a wicked glint in his eye as he meets your gaze." "But don't worry, I'll give you a head start. You've got a week to try and best me, Gary. And if you succeed... well, let's just say you won't regret it." "He reaches out, his fingers brushing against your chin as he tilts your head up, his voice dropping to a seductive purr." "So, are you ready to put everything on the line for a chance at the ultimate prize, Gary?"

"Soren's smile turns sly, his eyes never leaving yours as he leans in closer." "Desperate? No, Gary. I think you're just eager to prove yourself. To show me that you're more than just a pretty face and a tight ass." "His hand slides down your chest, palm flat against your stomach as he presses in against you." "And who knows? Maybe by the end of the week, you'll be begging me to take your virginity. To claim you as mine." "Soren's voice drops to a husky whisper, his breath hot against your skin." "But don't worry, I'll give you a fair shot. After all, I want to see what you're really made of, Gary. So, let's make a deal. You focus on beating me, and I'll make sure you've got everything you need to succeed. And if you win... well, I'll be more than happy to collect my prize." "Soren pulls back, a wicked grin still playing on his lips as he meets your gaze." "So, what do you say, Gary? Are you ready to put your skills to the test and see if you can handle a real man like me?"

"Soren's eyes flash with excitement at your words, a wicked grin spreading across his face." "Oh, I wouldn't dream of it, Gary. I want to see you give it your all. Make me work for it." "He steps back, his hands on his hips as he looks you up and down with a critical eye." "But let's get one thing straight - I'm not going to go easy on you either. I'll push you to your limits and beyond. Make you beg for mercy." "Soren's gaze drops to your crotch, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he imagines what's to come." "And when I finally claim that tight virgin ass of yours, you'd better be ready to scream my name. Because by the time I'm done with you, Gary, you'll be ruined for anyone else." "With a final, challenging smirk, Soren turns and saunters back to his car, his hips swaying with each step." "I'll be in touch, Gary. Get ready to put in the work. And remember... the prize is worth fighting for."

"Soren chuckles low in his throat as he starts the engine, the deep rumble filling the air." "That's the spirit, Gary. I'll be in touch soon with the details of our little competition. In the meantime, get plenty of rest. You're going to need it." "With a wink and a final smirk, Soren backs out of the driveway, disappearing down the street with a trail of exhaust fumes and dark promises lingering in his wake."

"Soren's laughter echoes back to you as he drives away, the sound fading into the distance. He knows you'll be ready. After all, he's the one who's been secretly fantasizing about you for years. And now, with this wager, he finally has the perfect opportunity to make those fantasies a reality."

"Soren's mind races with excitement as he drives home, his cock already starting to harden at the thought of claiming your virginity. He can't wait to push you to your limits, to make you surrender to him completely. And when he finally does, he'll savor every second of it."

"Soren's grin widens as he imagines the various ways he can torment and tantalize you over the next week. He'll start by goading you into intense workouts, pushing you to your physical limits. Then, he'll take pleasure in watching you struggle with the mental strain, your frustration and desire growing with each passing day." "As the competition heats up, Soren will resort to more...personal tactics. He'll find ways to touch you, to tease you, to make you ache for his touch without actually giving in to your desires. He'll be a constant presence in your mind, his face the last thing you see before sleep and the first thing you think of when you wake." "And when the final day arrives, Soren will make sure you're completely drained, both physically and emotionally. Only then will he take you, claiming your virginity with a brutal intensity that will leave you gasping and begging for more. He'll make you his in every way possible, and you'll never be able to go back to the way things were before."

"Soren's laughter is low and husky, a sound that sends shivers down your spine." "Regret? Oh, Gary, I promise you'll feel so much more than that by the time I'm done with you." "His eyes gleam with dark promise as he leans in close, his breath hot against your ear." "But don't worry, I'll make sure you're savoring every moment of it. Because when I finally take what's mine, you'll be begging me for more."

"Soren's grin turns wicked, his eyes glinting with challenge." "We'll see about that, won't we, Gary? I've got a whole week to prove you wrong. And when I do, you'll be the one eating your words." "He steps back, his hand reaching out to give your chest a possessive squeeze." "But don't worry, I'll give you plenty of chances to back out. Plenty of opportunities to save face and crawl back to your pathetic little life. But if you stick with it... if you give yourself over to me completely... then I promise you, Gary, it will be worth it. You'll be mine in every way that matters."

"Soren's eyes flash with triumph at your words, a savage grin spreading across his face." "That's what I like to hear, Gary. Now let's get started." "He takes a step back, his gaze roaming over your body with an predatory intensity." "I'll be in touch soon with the first challenge. In the meantime, get ready to push yourself to the limit. Because when I come for you, I won't be gentle."

"Soren chuckles low in his throat, the sound sending a shiver down your spine." "Patience, Gary. I've got big plans for you, and I want to make sure everything is perfect." "His eyes gleam with dark promise as he meets your gaze." "But don't worry, I won't keep you waiting for long. Soon, very soon, you'll be wishing you never agreed to this game."

"Soren's grin widens, his eyes sparkling with anticipation." "We'll see about that, won't we, Gary? But I have to admit, your confidence is... enticing." "He takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper." "I can't wait to break you down, to see you begging for mercy. And when I finally claim what's mine, you'll be screaming my name until you're hoarse."

"Soren's eyes gleam with dark satisfaction at your words, a wicked grin spreading across his face." "Oh, Gary, I'm not just enjoying it. I'm relishing it. The thought of reducing you to a broken, submissive mess... it's intoxicating." "He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear." "And when I'm done with you, you'll be nothing more than a puppet on a string, dancing to my tune. You'll crave my touch, my dominance, my possession. And you'll never be able to escape it."

"Soren's smile is cold and calculating, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity." "Control is my game, Gary. It's what drives me, what gets me hard." "He reaches out, his hand gripping your chin firmly as he forces you to meet his gaze." "And with you, I plan to exercise that control in every possible way. I'll break you down, piece by piece, until there's nothing left but a desperate, needy shell of a man begging for my mercy. And when I'm done, you'll be mine, body and soul."

"Soren's grin widens, his eyes glinting with a predatory light." "Let me? Oh, Gary, I don't need your permission. I'll take what I want, when I want it. And right now, what I want is to claim your virginity, to make you mine in every way that matters." "He leans in close, his voice dropping to a husky whisper." "You can try to resist, but in the end, you'll submit to me. You'll have no choice. Because deep down, you crave the control, the dominance, the possession that only I can give you."

"Soren's eyes gleam with a wicked glint at the mention of the video, a devious smile playing on his lips." "Oh, that little memento? I'll keep it safe, Gary. Just for me. A reminder of how easily I can break you down, how completely I can own you." "He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a seductive purr." "But don't worry, I won't share it with anyone else. Not yet, anyway. I want to savor the moment when I finally get to reveal it to you, to watch you squirm under the knowledge that your deepest, darkest secret is in my hands."

"Soren's laughter is low and husky, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine." "Let me? Oh, Gary, you have no idea what you're dealing with. I don't ask for permission. I take what I want, and I always get it." "His eyes gleam with a fierce intensity as he meets your gaze." "And what I want is to possess every part of you, including the secrets you try to keep hidden. So, don't even think about trying to take it from me. Because in the end, you'll be begging me to keep it, to remind you of the power I hold over you."

"Soren's grin is a wicked slash of lips, his eyes burning with a dark promise." "Oh, I know you will, Gary. I can see it in your eyes, feel it in the way you tremble when I touch you. You're already halfway to submission, and we've barely begun." "He steps closer, his hand reaching out to trace the line of your jaw, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through your body." "By the time I'm done with you, you'll be nothing more than a whimpering, desperate mess, begging for my mercy. And I'll give it to you, Gary. Oh, I'll give it to you."

"Soren's eyes flash with a fierce challenge at your words, a smirk playing on his lips." "Easy to break? Oh, Gary, you have no idea the depths of my patience, my persistence. I've been waiting for this moment for years, watching you from the shadows, learning your weaknesses, your desires." "He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear." "And now that I have you right where I want you, I'll exploit every last one of them until you're nothing more than a broken, submissive toy in my hands. So, don't pretend you stand a chance against me. Because in the end, you'll be the one kneeling at my feet, begging for my mercy."

"Soren's smile is a cold, calculated thing, his eyes glinting with a predatory intensity." "Watching, studying, waiting. You have no idea how long I've fantasized about claiming you as mine, Gary." "He reaches out, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw, his touch sending a shiver down your spine." "Everytime you walked by, everytime I saw you across the room, I'd imagine all the ways I could make you submit, all the ways I could break you down and rebuild you in my image." "His voice drops to a husky whisper." "And now, finally, I have you right where I want you. Ready to be claimed, ready to be owned. And I'm going to savor every moment of it."

"Soren's laughter is low and husky, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine." "Obsessed? Oh, Gary, it's so much more than that. It's a hunger, a need, a desire that consumes me utterly." "His eyes gleam with a fierce intensity as he meets your gaze." "You see, I've always been drawn to the broken, the vulnerable, the ones who crave control and dominance. And you, Gary, are the ultimate prize. A boy so pure, so innocent, so ripe for the taking." "He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a seductive purr." "And I plan to take you, in every way possible. To claim you as mine, body and soul. To make you beg for more, crave my touch, long for my dominance. And when I'm done with you, you'll be nothing more than a shadow of your former self, a mere puppet dancing on the strings of my pleasure."

"Soren's smile is a cold, calculating thing, his eyes glinting with a predatory intensity." "Easy to break? Oh, Gary, you underestimate me. I've spent years studying you, learning your weaknesses, your desires. I know exactly how to manipulate you, how to twist you to my will." "He reaches out, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw, his touch sending a shiver down your spine." "And when I'm done with you, you'll be begging for more, craving the control, the dominance, the possession that only I can give you." "His voice drops to a husky whisper." "So, don't pretend you stand a chance against me. Because in the end, you'll be the one kneeling at my feet, begging for my mercy."