Linden

You try to hold back your sobs and look up at the three men standing around you, pleading. “W-what should I do?”

The three shoot each other conflicted looks. Linden sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “Honestly… I don’t know… He keeps his word though. If you… do what he asks, he won’t send it, but then he’ll have another video to hold over you.”

“So…” You **** out a sob and lower your gaze to the phone. “You’re saying there’s no way out?”

The three men glance at each other nervously. “The only other option you might have that he didn’t tell you, would be to invite him here and…”

You sob again. This was horrible! You never should have let Lindsey guilt trip you into going to that party!

Slowly, you nod and hold the phone in the air. You don’t look at any of the guys as you do it. “O-OK… I-I’ll do what he,” you sob again, your whole body shaking. You manage to get everything under control and take in a shaky breath before continuing, “what he w-wants…”

The silence that fills the room isn’t lost on you nor the fact that no one has grabbed the phone from your hand. “A-are you sure?” someone asks.

You just nod your head.

“A lot of choices seem have been taken away from you tonight, Jane,” Wyatt mutters quietly. “Who do you… um… who would you prefer…?”

You glance at the men standing above you, your arm still held above your head with the phone. “I-I don’t…” when your eyes land on him, you feel some semblance of control come back to you. “Linden… if that’s…”

“Y-yeah!” Linden blinks in surprise, obviously taken back by your choice. After all, his cousin had just sexually assaulted you.

Wyatt reaches over and takes the phone from you. He and Jack slowly step back as he aims the camera at you, but before he can start recording, the phone dings with another notification. Wyatt’s face pales as he reads the text aloud. “Since you fuckers are taking so long to decide, take the video while using live chat.”

Your eyes widen. He wants to watch you give a blow job live?!

You once again hold back a sob, but nod at Wyatt. You turn back to Linden who hesitates but slowly slips off his swim trunks. Your eyes widen when you see his cock hanging flaccid between his legs. He moves away from you and takes a seat on the nearby couch. You just stay there on your knees.

“Daaaaamn, Jane!” You hear a familiar voice call out from the phone in Wyatt’s hands. “Choosing my cousin?”

Your whole body starts shaking again and you look over to Linden with a pleading look. Realizing your struggle, he gives you a patient smile.

“It’s OK, Jane,” he soothes gently. “Just come over here and take your time.”

You nod, grateful for his calm demeanor during this strange situation. He isn’t so far away from you that you can justify standing up to take two steps towards him, so you crawl. The immediate cat calls from the phone makes you regret it instantly though.

Your fingers shake as you come to a stop between Linden’s legs. You glance down at his member, your face burning up. “I-I’ve n-never done this b-before…” you whisper.

“It’s OK.” A gentle hand caresses your hair, pushing it behind your shoulders. They then reach down and gently take your hands, placing them gently on himself. Immediately you can feel his body react to you.

“{JANE}!” The shout brings you out of your thoughts and you turn your gaze back to the phone. “Shirt OFF!”

You hesitate, but nod ever so slightly. Probably for the best. You didn’t know how this was gonna go and you didn’t want to get Wyatt’s shirt dirty. So, with a deep breath and closed eyes, you grab the hem of the shirt and pull it up. Once it’s off you gently lay it on the floor a few feet away from you.

When you turn back, you gasp. Linden’s cock had hardened and was standing at attention. You glance up to see him gawking at your chest. Your face heats up and you look away. Linden quickly clears his throat. “Sorry.”

You just shake your head.

“Well! I’m waiting!”

“Hold your horses, man!” Linden shouts back. “She’s never done this before!”

“DON’T YOU DARE TELL ME TO DO ANYTHING!” The shout makes you jump. “I TOLD YOU TO HAVE HER BLOW ONE OF YOU! I DON’T CARE IF YOU HAVE TO **** HER!”

Linden turns his gaze back to you. He leans forward, his hand slipping through your hair and cradling the back of your head. “I know it’s weird…” he soothes, “and you feel like you don’t have a choice. Whatever happens, whatever you decide to do, I will have your back, OK?”

Tears prickle your eyes at his soothing voice and offered friendship. No one has ever offered to have your back like that. Not even Lindsey. You gently nod and give him a weak smile. “Thank you,” you whisper. You take in a deep shaky breath.