The Heartbreak Kid

Peter tried to scramble back in his bed like a cornered mouse but he had no where to go. Sharif grip was like a vice as he grabbed Peter by the neck and dragged him out of bed. All Peter could do was whimper and struggle feebly his nakedness now forgotten.

"Peter I had not thought you so stupid. But perhaps I am wrong." Sharif sat at his desk and pulled Peter into his lap, keeping an arm secured around him.

Peter wriggled slightly but quickly realized it was no use.

"Let me show you something Peter." Sharif quickly tapped a few keys and a series of images began to stream across the screen.

They were of Peter sucking Sharif's cock. How had be taken so many? What kind of editing had he done to make it look like Peter enjoyed it so?

The stream stopped only when Sharif started dragging the folder they came from into a window.

"Peter...Peter look...." Sharif jabbed a finger as thick as sausage at the list of names in the email.

Peter's immediate family was first. Then just about everyone in his high school, followed by extended family....even his dad's boss. Peter's jaw dropped and he could only manage **** sounds until Sharif hit the send button. He screamed and began to thrash about wildly.

Sharif spiked him to the ground causing the back of Peter's head to ricochet hard off the carpet. Sharif pressed his foot against Peter's chest and leaned over menacingly.

"Quit your squealing. That email will go to everyone to you know. What will your father think when he sees you worshipping a real man? What will his BOSS think when he sees you slobbering on my cock? What about your little mommy eh?" Sharif snarled.

"That email will send in three hours. Unless I cancel it. Do you want me to cancel it Peter?" He asked with a greasy smile.

Peter nodded slowly.

"I couldn't hear you. Maybe that means you want it sent eh? Maybe you want them to find out what a hungry little girl you are?"

"No please no!" Peter squeaked.

Sharif pressed his foot down harder and Peter swore he could hear his own chest bones creaking in duress.

"No...please...." Sharif said leading him on.

"No...please....sir." Peter managed.

Sharif stood back, grinning.

"I knew you were not stupid Peter. It just takes time." He reached down and grabbed Peter from under the arms and lifted him like he was a child to his feet.

"Now," he began putting his hand to your cheek and letting his thumb slide passed Peter's lips, "You are going to cease this silly misbehaving yes? When Jesse comes back you will not embarrass me again....ever again....yes?"

Tears welled up in Peter's eyes and though he fought it as hard as he could be was shaking. He began to suck on Sharif's thumb gently and nodded in defeat.

"Good girl good girl." Sharif removed his thumb and wiped the spot covered digit on Peter's lips just as the door opened.