Chapter One
Everett
Everett Butcher angled the camera so it wouldn’t show anything above his collarbones. He double and triple checked the angle before hitting record. His newest task from…whatever the random username was, told him to strip down, put on the frilly panties the Dom sent him and jack-off on camera. He wanted Everett, or ConcealedAndCuffed as his followers knew him, to come in the panties and send them back. What the random Dom lacked in originality he made up for in sheer perversion.
The Dom all but begged Everett to show his face. They all did. But that was his first rule. No face shots. He had to be careful. If word got out about his secret submissive blog, he’d risked losing all the people who followed his other blog, The Crock Cock. Sure, he cooked in the nude, well, mostly. He wore an apron and nothing else. The cooking vlog paid the bills. Everett used the submissive blog to explore his kinks in a safe environment.
He had rules. No faces. No names. No subbing for the same Dom more than once. That one he couldn’t enforce. If someone went to the trouble of making another account each time they made a request of Everett that couldn’t be helped.
Everett slid the ridiculously silky panties up his slender legs. They fit like a dream, except they were very clearly women’s panties. The silky fabric held his dick tight against his body. Everett put his hands on his hips so his pelvis would jut out and show off his package, then he did a little turn. He knew how to work the camera and the Doms loved it when he put on a show.
All requests, once fulfilled, went up on his channel, but the Dom who submitted the request remained anonymous. Everett got lots of requests similar to this one. They often wanted him to wear specific things. He had a post office box so Doms could send him gifts and props they wanted to see him use. He’d amassed quite the sex toy collection. As for the pink panties, the Dom would have to do without them. Everett had a strict no returns policy.
Everett swivelled his hips and ran his hands down his smooth torso. He edged toward his crotch, then moved his hands back and cupped his ass cheeks as he turned his back to the camera. People liked it if he drew it out and made them crazy. People pretended to want instant gratification when they wanted to be teased. They wanted what they couldn’t have, and no one was more off limits than Everett.
Everett turned slowly. He rocked his hips and slid his hands all over his body. He turned to face the camera again and edged his fingers into the silk panties. He stroked his thick cock and pulled it out of the panties. A bead of pre-cum pooled on the end of his cock. Everett swiped at it with his thumb, then brought his thumb to his mouth and licked it off. Because the video would have sound, he made sure he moaned. He had to captivate his audience. After he posted a new video, his fans would decide if he did well or not. If he did well, he got a reward, but if they didn’t like it, he got a punishment. Sometimes, Everett thought they punished him for the fun of it and not because they didn’t enjoy the video.
Everett slid one hand into the panties and cupped his smooth balls. His other hand gripped his cock through the fabric and slowly stroked. He moaned and threw his head back even though that bit wouldn’t be caught on the video. He arched his back and pumped faster. His fingers slid past his balls and he gently stroked his perineum.
The silky fabric rubbed against his shaft. Pre-cum seeped out of his dick and created an impressive wet spot in the pink frilly panties. His fans would eat that up. Everett rubbed his cock with renewed fervour. He let his fingers wander back a little farther, and he gently teased his rim. Everett shoved the panties down a little and moaned as he stroked his cock. He moaned again. Everett loved to be vocal during sex, even sex with himself, and his followers ate it up.
He stroked his rim and jerked his cock. Sweat beaded on his forehead. He panted as he edged closer to his release. When he came he made a sound, half-whimper, half-moan. It was a desperate sound, in a higher pitch than his moans, but not quite a whine. Everett’s cock twitched, and the first shot of his release arched into the air and splattered against the wood floor. The rest dribbled down his cock and coated his fingers. Everett groaned. He stroked his still hard dick a few times, coating it with his cum. He made a show of tucking his wet cock back into the panties. Then, on a whim, he brought his hand to his mouth and licked his sticky release off his fingers.
The finger licking would remain off camera, so Everett teased them. “Mmm. Tastes good.” Everett smoothed his hands down his torso. His fingers fluttered over his stomach, then ran down his bulge. He caressed his now half-hard cock through the silk panties.
“Thank you, Sir.” Everett said. Then he sauntered across the room and stopped the recording.
Everett shimmied out of the panties and back into his regular clothing. A pair of boxer briefs under his holey, black, skinny jeans and a T-shirt a size too small. At twenty-eight, Everett was technically too old to be considered a twink, but he was still built like one. Five feet eight inches tall, slender form, couldn’t grow more than ten chest hairs at a time, so he shaved them off. But there was no word for aged-out twinks.
Everett tossed the soiled panties in the garbage, then shoved them down to hide them underneath last night’s take-out boxes. Everett’s phone vibrated in his pocket. His best friend from way back, Andrew, had moved his little brother, Xavier in with him. Everett didn’t remember much about the kid. The last time he’d seen Xavier had been at Christmas six years ago.
“Hey, Andy, what’s new?” Everett grinned at the sound of Andrew’s exasperated sigh.
“Don’t call me Andy.”
Everett leaned against the counter. He could practically hear Andrew’s eyes rolling. “I could call you muffin.”
“No. No food names. We’ve been over this. Buzz us in.”
“You know the intercom thingy has a button you can press, and it lets me know you’re there. You don’t have to call.”
“And touch that germy thing. No thanks.”
Everett walked over to the wall phone that connected to the intercom and pressed the button. “There. Now get your lazy ass up here already.” Everett ended the call and left his phone on the counter. He retreated to the bathroom where he decided his platinum hair was the perfect combination of stylish, yet messy. He adjusted his leather bracelets. They were leather bondage cuffs, but most people thought it was a fashion statement.
Everett liked the cuffs. Sure, he might not have a Master or a Sir and the only Doms he subbed for were random, faceless entities he met online, but the cuffs made him feel more himself.
Andrew pounded on the door and Everett hurried over to unlock it and let him in.
“Hey man, got any of those cookies left?” Andrew grinned at Everett
Everett rolled his eyes, but stepped aside so Andrew could come in. “Yeah, they’re in the jar. I swear you only come here for the food.”
“Damn right.” Andrew called over his shoulder as he headed for the kitchen. “I’m a growing boy, I need my cookies.”
Everett laughed. “You’ve been over six feet tall for the past ten years. The only direction you’re going to grow is out if you keep eating the way you do.”
“It’s your fault. You make the food. I eat the food.”
“You ate half a pie last night, dude. Everett is right.”
Everett had almost forgotten Xavier, who waited outside his door. He turned his head to see a kid who was no longer a kid. The guy who stood with his arms crossed over his chest wasn’t the skinny, pimply, fourteen-year-old Everett remembered. He was still as tall as he was then though. Apparently, Andrew received all the height and bulk genes in the family.
Xavier stood, at most, five feet ten inches. He had a slender frame like Everett. His hair was a light brown with a lot of honey blond highlights. His dark rimmed glasses gave him a sexy geek vibe.
“Xavier. Long time no see. Come on in.” Everett motioned for Xavier to come in as he mentally berated himself for thinking, even briefly, that his best friend’s little brother was hot. But the truth stood in front of him with green eyes, framed with dark glasses and a deep sexy voice that turned Everett’s name into the sexiest sound on the planet.
“Good to see you too, Everett.”
“Your brother told me you finished culinary school.”
“Yeah. I’ve been looking for work since I got here, but no luck so far.”
“I’ll give you the address of a place that’s probably hiring. Craig told me the owner, Steve, is having some staffing issues.” Everett brought Xavier to the living room. “Hey, you want some wine? Craig left me a bottle of red that’s to die for.”
Andrew came into the room and passed Everett a glass of wine while he took a swig of the beer Everett kept in his fridge for him. “He’s not old enough.”
Everett watched slashes of scarlet embarrassment appear on Xavier’s cheeks. “Screw you, Andy, I’m legal.”
Andrew snorted. “Doesn’t look old enough.”
“I didn’t plan on letting him get white-girl wasted, Drew. He’s not a kid. He can handle one little glass of wine.”
“Please, Daddy?” Xavier stuck out his bottom lip and batted his eyelashes. And Everett was totally fucked. Xavier looked sweet and innocent and absolutely, deliciously corruptible.
Everett wanted to kick himself. Why couldn’t Xavier have grown into a brick wall the way his older brother had? If he had, maybe Everett wouldn’t be thinking idiotic things about his perfectly pouty lips. It wasn’t Everett’s fault that even when he had been a twink, he had a thing for other twinks. And now he was a former twink who apparently still liked the fun-sized guys. Guys like Xavier, who were slender and graceful, who weren’t big and imposing and smothering.
Andrew choked on his beer and pointed a finger at Xavier when he recovered. “Do not call me daddy, dude. That’s fucked up.”
Everett stood. “I’ll get him a glass.” He punched Andrew’s arm on the way by. “And don’t look at me like that. One glass of wine won’t kill him. He’s an adult, dude.”
“Barely.” Andrew scoffed.
“Fuck you, Drew. I’m not a kid.”
Everett silently agreed with Xavier. He certainly wasn’t a kid anymore and Everett’s traitorous dick had taken note. Glass of wine in hand, and dick hopefully under control, Everett returned to the living room.
Xavier took the wine and smiled sweetly at Everett. “Thank you.” He then shot a look of disgust at Andrew. “At least someone in this room treats me like an adult.”
Andrew shrugged and took another drink of his beer. “You’re almost eight years younger than I am. You’re my baby brother. I get to treat you like a kid all I want.”
Xavier flipped him off, but Andrew only laughed.
Andrew was a jackass because Xavier wasn’t a kid. Everett was also a jackass because he noticed his best friend’s little brother wasn’t a kid. With any luck, Xavier would get a job soon and they’d hardly ever cross paths.
Xavier looked at Everett. “I love your vlog, by the way.”
Everett barely managed not to choke on his drink. His cheeks heated until he realized there was no way Xavier meant his ConcealedandCuffed blog. But knowing that Xavier had watched him cook in nothing more than an apron both disturbed and pleased him. “Thanks.”
“Drew says you have a few sponsors in the works.”
Everett nodded. “Nothing is set in stone yet, but it looks promising.”
“Would you ever consider having a guest chef on?”
Everett made the mistake of looking at Xavier. His pink lips smiled sweetly at Everett. His eyes—they were green, and Everett didn’t remember them being so intense. Xavier looked serious. Everett felt torn. He could offer Xavier a guest spot. It might be fun to cook with someone who had the same passion for food than he did, and his fans would eat it up. But he hesitated because getting naked in a kitchen with your best friend’s little brother seemed as if it might be a line that shouldn’t be crossed.
“Let me shoot a guest spot, Everett.”
“Okay.” Everett wanted to take back his response. It had been a natural reaction to the sudden change in Xavier’s voice. The serious, no nonsense command went straight to Everett’s submissive, and he answered without thinking.
Xavier grinned. “Good.”
Everett was unequivocally fucked.