He wakes up

The next morning, the harsh light of day pierced through the blinds, and Alex awoke to find Brett sitting in the chair beside his bed, his mother nowhere in sight. The bully's smug grin sent a shiver down his spine, but he **** himself to sit up, pushing the memory of the night before aside. "What are you doing here?" Alex croaked, his throat dry from the aftermath of his illicit climax.

Brett's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with an unspoken challenge. "Just checking on my little buddy," he said, his voice thick with mock concern. "How's the head?" He reached out, patting Alex's bandaged forehead with a smugness that made Alex's hands clench into fists.

"Fine," Alex grunted, his throat raw with unshed anger. "But you should know, the nurse that was in here last night...she's been asking about you."

Brett's eyebrows shot up, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. "Oh?" He leaned back in the chair, his posture one of feigned nonchalance. "What's she like?"

Alex's cheeks burned as he tried to ignore the bully's smug tone. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to focus on the task at hand. "She's...she's got really nice curves," he began, his voice faltering. "And her breasts...they're big, and...soft." He swallowed hard, the words sticking in his throat like bile.

Brett's eyes lit up with interest, his grin turning predatory. "Oh, really?" he drawled, leaning in closer. "How big are we talking here?" He held out his hands, cupping an imaginary pair of breasts. "Are they handfuls, or do they need two hands to handle?"

Alex felt his face burn with a mix of anger and embarrassment. "They're...they're big enough," he managed to say, his voice tight. "And she's got this...this look in her eyes, like she's always thinking about sex."

Brett's smile grew, his eyes glinting with understanding. "So, you want me to fuck her for you?" he asked, his voice filled with a dark amusement. Alex flinched at the crude words, but his cock betrayed him, thickening at the thought. He nodded, unable to form the words aloud.

"Say it," Brett demanded, his voice a low growl. "Beg me to fuck her." Alex's throat tightened, but the memory of the nurse's touch, the promise of being part of the twisted scene, propelled the words from his mouth. "Please," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "Please, Brett...fuck her."

Brett's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "That's more like it," he said, his hand moving to the fly of his jeans. He unzipped them slowly, his cock springing free with a smack against his stomach. It was thick and hard, a symbol of the power he held over Alex in that moment. "But first," he said, his voice a silky threat, "you're going to show me how much you want it."

Alex's eyes widened with horror as he realized what was happening. "What?" he squeaked, his voice barely audible. "You can't be serious." But Brett was already leaning back in the chair, his cock pointing up at the ceiling like a declaration of war. "Oh, I'm dead serious," he said, his eyes never leaving Alex's face. "You want me to fuck that nurse for you? Then you're going to show me just how much you're willing to take."

Alex's gaze dropped to the thick, pulsing member in front of him, his stomach lurching. The smell of his bully's arousal filled the air, a musky scent that seemed to taunt him. He knew he should say no, should refuse to be degraded in such a way. But the nurse's touch, the promise of being part of their twisted game, was like a siren's call he couldn't resist. With trembling hands, he reached out and took hold of Brett's cock.

The moment his lips touched the warm, velvety skin, a jolt of electricity shot through him. He felt the blood rush to his own cock, his body betraying him with an erection that grew with every hesitant suck. His mind screamed at him to stop, but his mouth moved of its own accord, sliding up and down the length of Brett's shaft. The taste was bitter and foreign, but strangely addictive, like a forbidden fruit that once tasted could never be forgotten.

Brett's eyes never left Alex's face, his smug grin growing wider with every whimper and gag that escaped his mouth. "That's it," he murmured, his voice a dark caress that seemed to fill the room. "Show me how much you want me to fuck that slutty nurse." Alex's eyes watered, his throat burning with the effort, but he didn't pull away. He knew that this was his new role, his new reality - to serve as the plaything for the two people he despised most.

"You like that, don't you?" Brett sneered, his hand on the back of Alex's head, pushing him down further. "You like sucking my cock, you little bitch." Alex felt the bile rise in his throat, his self-loathing a thick, **** wave that threatened to drown him. But he couldn't stop, his mouth moving in a rhythm that was as natural as breathing. Each stroke brought him closer to the edge of his own humiliation, a precipice he couldn't help but crave.

With a grunt, Brett pulled out of Alex's mouth, his cock glistening with saliva. "You earned it," he said, his voice a gruff growl. "Now go get me that nurse." Alex's eyes snapped to his bully's, his cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and desire. "But I don't want to stop," he whispered, his voice a **** plea.

Brett's smirk grew, the power dynamics in the room as palpable as the stench of sweat and cum. "You want more?" he taunted, stroking his cock slowly. "You want to keep sucking me off?" Alex nodded, his mouth open slightly, his tongue peeking out as if eager to taste more. The bully leaned back in the chair, his cock still in his hand. "Beg for it," he ordered, his eyes narrowed. "Beg like the pathetic little cuck you are."

Alex's cheeks flushed with a mix of humiliation and arousal. "Please," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "Please, let me keep going." His eyes never left Brett's, a silent plea that seemed to echo the very essence of his soul. The bully chuckled, a deep, rich sound that sent a shiver down Alex's spine. "You're such a good boy," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But I think you've had enough for now. You've got a job to do."

With a final, lingering stroke, Brett stood, tucking his cock back into his pants. "Go on," he said, his eyes gleaming with malicious amusement. "Get that nurse for me." Alex nodded, his mind racing with a mix of dread and anticipation. He knew what he had to do, the twisted bargain he'd made for the chance to watch the man who'd claimed his mother in such a degrading way.

He reached for the call button, his hand shaking. When the nurse's voice crackled over the intercom, he took a deep breath, trying to steady his voice. "Nurse?" he called out, trying to sound casual despite the tumult of emotions raging within him. "Could you come in here for a moment?"

The line was silent for a beat before she responded, her voice professional yet laced with a hint of something darker. "Of course, Alex. Is there something you need?"

Alex took a deep breath, the weight of his decision pressing down on him. "Yeah," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "Could you...could you come in for a moment?"

The nurse's footsteps grew louder, her heels clicking against the cold hospital floor. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest, the anticipation of what was to come a palpable **** in the air. When she entered the room, her eyes went straight to Brett, the bully's cocky grin a stark contrast to the professional demeanor she'd shown earlier.

"Is there a problem?" she asked, her voice cool and detached. Alex's gaze darted between her and Brett, his mouth dry as he tried to form the words. "This...this is Brett," he managed to croak out. "He's...he's a friend of the family."