Conquered Ch 03

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I was utterly dumbfounded by the message I'd just received from Grayson.

«I need to see you.»

I'd just taken a shower after having a wet dream about Grayson on my friend Craig's couch. My dream had been about Grayson getting me pregnant and proposing marriage to me.

Could it really be this easy? He must have gotten home and realized he can't go back to vanilla sex with his wife's tired fucking boring-ass pussy.

I just stood there, staring at my phone like a zombie for what must have been 20 minutes. I was just drinking in Grayson's words and analyzing the implications of what they could mean.

Finally. Finally, someone loves me. Not just someone. Grayson. The sweetest, sexiest man in the world. He's going to tell me he can't live without me, then he's going to make love to me. No more meaningless sex. Finally, I'm going to have the man of my dreams.

"You coming to bed or what?" Craig half-shouted at me from his bedroom. He must have been afraid to come in since he'd walked in on me masturbating earlier that night.

"Go ahead without me, I'm gonna go back to the living room and crash on the couch," I replied.

Should I tell Grayson I'm at Craig's? Will he be offended and assume I'm already going back on my word and fucking some other guy?

I didn't want to overthink this and blow this opportunity.

«Come pick me up»

I wrote, following up with Craig's address. I immediately saw the ellipses that indicated that Grayson was typing. My butthole tingled in anticipation. I was so excited I could have collapsed right there on the floor in a fit of giggles. I just knew that Grayson was going to leave his wife for me, and we'd live together happily ever after.

«Can't get away right now.»

I assumed he was alluding to his wife. I wondered why the fuck he still cared about her, when he'd clearly already decided that my mussy was something he couldn't live without. But I paused before I responded, and remembered that overzealousness might work against me. Grayson already knew about my enthusiasm for his dick. I didn't want to blow this by pushing him any further than he was ready to go.

Maybe he's not ready to leave her yet. Maybe he just needs to fuck me a few more times first before I convince him.

«Aww, OK :( Tomorrow morning?»

I patted myself on the back for keeping my cool.

Instead of replying, Grayson just added his thumbs up to that message. It was like he did it on purpose to leave me wanting more of him. So I was back to the waiting game.

I didn't get much sleep. I'd had so many years of casual sex. Yes, the men I'd been with had been attractive, and sure, a lot of them had been nice guys. But the butterflies in my stomach were something brand new that I'd never experienced before. I was so excited to see Grayson, and it wasn't just so I could have sex with him. This incredible man was both the daddy and the lover I'd been waiting my entire life for. It felt like my entire existence as a twink total bottom had been incomplete. I didn't just need a sexual partner. I needed the unconditional love, security and support that only a daddy's masculinity could provide

With Grayson, I'd found not only the man who could make love to me better than any other. I'd found a man who'd proven himself worthy of my total submission. I just knew he was going to complete me.

I kept rehearsing in my mind everything I wanted to tell him. Of course, I knew I'd forget it all the second I saw him. But I wanted him to know how deeply I'd thought about this, and how much I truly loved him. After he'd discovered that I'd paid Buddy to force him at gunpoint to fuck me, he'd accused me of feeling

lust

for him. I needed him to know that he was wrong. I wanted him more than I'd ever wanted anything in my life. Not just his body, which I'd already had. I wanted

him

and everything that came with him.

Maybe someday I'll be Nathaniel Nash. I can show off his name to the world as a badge of honor.

I waited for Grayson to come rescue me from the meaningless life I'd lived up until that day. In just a few more hours I was going to be greeted with my destiny.

I should have known it was not going to be that easy, right?

I must have fallen asleep at some point, because I was startled at some point the following morning by a loud knock at the door. Craig walked over, shirtless and wearing a pair of sweatpants, to answer the door.

Oh, shit. I forgot to warn Craig that Grayson is coming. And I forgot to tell Grayson the address I gave him is Craig's apartment. This could get messy.

I was about to tell Craig that I'd get the door, but it was too late. He opened up the door. And standing there was...

Someone who looked like Grayson, but younger, thinner, shorter, less muscular, less masculine. A beautiful blonde twink. I recognized him from Instagram as Grayson's 18 year old son Krell.

He looked Craig up and down for a few extended seconds before scanning the room, and finding me on Craig's couch.

"Really, Nathaniel? Texting my dad from another man's house to come fill your hole? You're a tacky little slut, aren't you?" Krell hissed at me. Krell's voice and mannerisms were so damn queeny. How the hell had this prancing, prissy, flouncing princess been raised by my Grayson?

"Sorry, have we met?" I asked, feigning ignorance. Krell and I had never been formally introduced. I'd thought when I saw his social media that he looked sweet, so to find out he was actually quite nasty was a bit of a shocker.

"Don't act like you don't know who I am. You were up all night stalking my social media while you were pathetically trying to get my dad to bone you. Unfortunately, my dad's not a fucking queer like you."

Craig winced at the word "queer."

"Look, I don't know what you think you heard..." I started.

But Krell had Grayson's phone, which he held up. He then read my text message, adding extra emphasis, in an over-the-top "gay voice."

"I love you Grayson. I need your big fat dick back inside me again. Please come pump me full of your daddy jizz."

Then he glared at me.

"OK," Craig interrupted. "I don't know who you are, but I don't need the whole apartment complex to know my business." Craig motioned for Krell to come in.

"I don't blame you," Krell spat. "I wouldn't want anyone to know I was fucking this loose pass-around whore either." As Craig closed the door behind Krell, Krell introduced himself and offered Craig his hand to shake. "I'm Krell Nash."

"Craig Carlson," he said, uneasily eyeing Krell.

"Nice to meet you." Still speaking to Craig, Krell flamboyantly gestured over to me and said, "But you might want to get an STD test after a night with this one."

To my surprise, I thought I noticed Craig suppress a laugh!

Hey. He's supposed to be my friend. Why would he laugh at this idiot implying that I'm a slut? Maybe he's just laughing *at* Krell, and not *with* him.

Craig placed himself about halfway between me and Krell, as if he was the peacekeeper in the room. "Can I leave you two alone for a minute so I can go throw a shirt on, or are you two gonna claw each other's eyes out?"

I thought for a second that Krell would beg Craig

not

to put a shirt on. Krell's eyes had been focused on Craig's abs, Craig's happy trail, and Craig's package since the second he'd walked in. But then I remembered that Krell was probably not out of the closet to anyone.

Is Krell even out to himself yet?

I wondered if Craig had noticed Krell checking him out at all. Craig wasn't the smartest dude in the world, but Krell hadn't exactly made much of an effort to hide it.

"You know what? I don't want to risk it. Nathaniel, why don't you come with me? Krell, you wait here."

So I followed Craig into his bedroom. He fished a sleeveless shirt out of his drawer.

"Why are you wearing that one? Don't you know he's been checking you out since the moment he got here?"

"Really?" Craig said, grinning.

Ah, Craig is the type of guy that gets off on the attention of gay men. That's not exactly surprising.

"You really think that Grayson's son is gay, though? I thought they were like... really into Christianity."

For a second, I felt bad for Krell as I imagined how hard it would be to have to toe the line of acting like a perfect Christian to the outside world while inside he was carrying the burden of secret homosexual desires that he could never act on.

"Are you bitches coming back? I got places to be this morning!" Krell shouted.

"That boy's as queer as a three dollar bill, Craig."

"I'm just going to tell him to leave," Craig said.

"But then he's going to go to Grayson! I don't want Grayson to know anything. Please, Craig, I'm really embarrassed about the text message I sent Grayson." I put on a kinda pouty face to Craig.

"Yeah, that text message... You kinda blew my mind with that one, Nathaniel. You're always so cool, calm, and collected. You sounded... desperate," he said, kinda cringing.

"I am, Craig. But I don't want Grayson to know that." My voice started breaking. I was imagining Grayson's reaction when Krell showed him the text message, and I just knew I would lose my chance of ever being with Grayson.

"He might have already seen it, Nathaniel," Craig said softly, not wanting to hurt me, but wanting me to live in reality.

"Oh God," I said. And the tears I'd been suppressing started falling down my face.

Maybe it's too late for me and Grayson now.

"Hey, hey, hey..." Craig said, trying to reassure me. He wiped my tears away with his thumb. He had strong, manly hands. "Let's just get rid of him, OK? He's just a kid. I know you can outsmart him, Nathaniel. We'll work together and get him to delete the message. Ready?" I nodded. I had to move forward hoping that Grayson hadn't already seen my text message and that I could get Krell to delete it before Grayson saw it.

Craig and I walked back into the living room. I started forming a plan in my mind of how I'd get rid of Krell in a way that would keep Krell from showing my text message to Grayson.

"Listen, Krell," I started, but before I could finish, Krell interrupted me.

"No, YOU listen, you fucking skank," he said.

He then walked over to me, put his hands on his hips, and leaned in, demanding of me, "Why did you send my dad that message?"

"Look, it's really none..."

Krell slapped me, hard.

"Hey!" Craig interjected, pulling Krell away from me. "Sorry to break it to you, Krell, but your dad

is

fucking Nathaniel. I walked in on them last night at the office."

I knew Craig was just trying to defend me, but I really wished he hadn't told Krell that.

Krell audibly gasped. I would have laughed at Krell's over-the-top theatrics if this weren't all happening to me. It was like he was trying to win Best Actress at the Soap Opera Digest awards.

"No, that's impossible. My dad's not gay. He would have told me something like that," Krell said in a "loud whisper." He put on a pouty face, pursing his lips. Everything about this stupid bitch felt so self-aware for me. It was very difficult for me to take him seriously.

This is why I fucking hate other bottoms.

Of course, I still didn't know for sure that Krell was a bottom, or even that he was gay. But I knew. Hell, the astronauts on the International Space Station could probably tell from space how light in the loafers Krell was.

"I have no reason to lie to you," Craig said.

"Oh yes you do! Because you're ashamed. You want people to think my dad was fucking this whore so nobody knows that YOU are fucking him," Krell shouted.

"Look, Krell, your dad is fucking Nathaniel. You may not like it, but he is. And as for Nathaniel and me... we're just friends. Nothing happened between us. But something definitely did happen between your dad and Nathaniel," Craig said, now taunting Krell. "When I walked in on them, they were tied up naked to each other. Face it kid, your dad's a freak."

"Look, Craig, I appreciate..." I started to say, but Krell interrupted me.

"Shut up!" he screeched, actual tears starting to well up in his eyes. "This isn't true. My dad isn't fucking Nathaniel. My dad would never want to ride the fucking village bicycle over here."

"You know it's true, Krell. Look, I'm sorry you had to find out this way. But your problem is with your dad, not with Nathaniel."

"You mean... all these years he made me feel like garbage and he's been secretly fucking little sluts on the side the entire time? Ugh!!!!" Krell was crying tears of intense anger, and it was ugly. Craig and I looked at each other in disbelief. Neither of us knew what to say or how to handle this.

"What were you doing with your dad's phone anyway?" I asked.

"We were cuddling on the couch," he said, stopping crying now to glare at me. I have to admit, if he was trying to make me jealous, it worked. Though it occurred to me that it was extremely odd for an 18 year old boy to cuddle on the couch with his dad.

"He fell asleep, and I saw your disgusting text message come up from the corner of my eye. So I looked at it and I replied to you. My dad didn't even see it," Krell snarled at me, relishing in letting me know that everything I'd spent the night hoping for was still completely out of reach. I'd spent the whole night rejoicing over the fact that Grayson had seen my message and that he wanted to see me, and it was all just Krell's cruel lie.

Unbeknownst to Krell, I was actually incredibly relieved to hear the truth. As Krell had read the text message out loud in front of Craig, I'd felt intense shame. Krell had actually done me a favor by intercepting the message before Grayson could see it. Grayson wasn't going to respond to something like that, and I'd been foolish to send it. But if Krell decided to blow up my spot right now, it could be really bad for me. Grayson was not going to be happy that this rapidly escalating situation I created was now threatening to disrupt his family life as well.

"I'm sorry I texted it, but can't you just delete it and we'll forget about this whole situation?" I asked Krell.

"Why? If my dad is sleeping with you like Craig here claims, why would you want it covered up? Wouldn't you want my mother to find out so you can have a crack at being the next Mrs. Nash?"

I knew Krell was a homosexual, and I could tell by the scorn he apparently had for other homosexuals that he was a deeply repressed and ashamed one.

"Krell has a point. Why are you covering for Grayson, Nathaniel? He's every bit as guilty as you are," Craig said incredulously.

"Look guys, I appreciate your concern, but what happened is between me and Grayson."

"Nathaniel here may feel like he needs to cover for your dad, but I don't. Your dad fucked Nathaniel. I walked in on them naked yesterday right after they'd finished. The air reeked of sex. Now you know. So go home and confront your dad."

Oh, God, shut UP, Craig. Did you not listen to me when I just told you I didn't want Krell going to Grayson with what he knows?

.

"Your dad is the one who cheated on your mom, not Nathaniel," Craig told Krell.

"How could he do this to her? To us? She just found out her cancer is in remission. My God. This is so awful."

This was the first I'd heard of Mrs. Nash's cancer. Grayson didn't talk much about his personal life at the office. "Cancer? My god..." I said. I felt even worse now for setting up Grayson. I imagined what he must have been fearing as Buddy pointed the gun at him... He must have been thinking that his kids could lose both of their parents and become orphans... poor guy.

I'm so selfish. If only I'd never come up with this whole stupid plan to have Buddy make Grayson fuck me.

"See, Nathaniel? Grayson's not who you thought he was. If he can cheat on a woman suffering from cancer, he can cheat on you too. Why do you even like him?" Craig asked.

"Craig, please. I told you, it wasn't like that."

"Right, cause some burglar forced you. You really expect me to buy that Nathaniel?"

"Wait, what?!" Krell interjected. "A burglar?"

Damn it, Craig! First you tell Krell that you walked in on me and Grayson and now you tell him how I said a burglar forced us to? Why can't you keep a fucking secret? Well, shit, Little Miss Teen Drama Krell probably can't keep a secret either. One or both of these gossipy idiots is going to blow this whole thing for me.

This was a zero sum situation for me, and I quickly considered which of my options was worse. I could let Krell and Craig believe that Grayson had voluntarily fucked me and risk one or both of them confronting Grayson with what they thought they knew, or I could tell the truth about how I'd conspired with Buddy to set up Grayson and trick him into fucking me, and risk Krell and/or Craig going to the police with what they would then know about the multiple felonies I'd committed.

I am so fucked.

After quickly assessing the pros and cons of both shitty options, I came to the unfortunate conclusion that I was going to have to come clean and let them both know that I'd hired Buddy to force Grayson to fuck me. Then they'd see that Grayson was the victim in this scenario and that they needed to keep silent for his sake.

"Look. Grayson never wanted this to happen. If you tell anyone, it'll ruin him, and none of this was his fault. Craig, what I told you about the burglar was true, but it was only the partial truth. I'll tell both of you the whole story. But you need to keep silent. Deal?"

Craig and Krell looked at each other for a second and nodded. "Deal," they said in unison.

"If I believe what you have to say," Krell added bitchily. "Big if, ho."

So I told them both my story, going back to the very beginning.

"I was a nerd in high school. I didn't have one date, one kiss even. The whole four years, all I focused on was my grades and my part-time job. How desperately I wanted out of that small town, how desperately I wanted to be somebody important. My parents knew I was gay, but we had an unwritten agreement to never discuss it. So there I was, unfuckable, unloveable. The eternal virgin nerd."

I knew I was laying it on a little thick, but it was all true, and I needed to build up their sympathy for me. Plus, I could tell from the look in Krell's eyes that he instinctively understood the picture I was painting. I had the feeling that he was living the same reality that I'd lived when I was his age. For the first time, I saw the sweetness in Krell's eyes that I thought I'd seen on Instagram the night before. I figured that maybe there was more to Krell than the bitchy diva who'd barged into Craig's apartment that morning.

Maybe this whole hard persona Krell puts on is just a defense mechanism so nobody can see how much he's hurting inside.

"In high school, my type was always the straight athletic jock boys. But I just felt like I was unworthy to talk to them, that they could all tell I was gay and that they'd all hate me for it. So I figured, this was all my life would ever be. I knew I'd never have the type of guy I wanted because they'd always be homophobic." I got a bit of a lump in my throat, remembering how unhappy I had been at that age. I remembered some of the guys I'd had crushes on in high school, how badly I'd wanted just to know them, and how utterly invisible I'd been to them. Somewhere deep down, as much as my life had changed and my self-image had improved, I would always be that terrified loser nerd that I'd been in high school.

"Anyway, I went away to college. I was assigned to live in Hudson Hall, an all-male dorm. I was so nervous to be around that much masculinity, because I didn't have a masculine bone in my body. But the first week of school, I managed to suck off the hottest guy in Hudson Hall. And I saw how I did it, and I tried it on another guy the next night, and it worked again. And the next night, it worked again on yet another guy. I felt powerful for the first time in my life with this newfound talent of mine. After all, I had a method for seducing straight guys down to a science. What so many other gay guys had tried and failed to do, I could do with minimal effort. Any straight man I wanted, I knew how to get. So ever since then, I've made my life a game of seducing sexy straight men. Once I set my sights on one, I've never failed. My entire fraternity pledge class. The married graduate student T.A. in my freshman astronomy class. A well-known actor from a popular show on Netflix. Not only have I seduced them all, but I do it in a way that made them think it was their idea." I scanned Craig and Krell's faces to try to determine their reactions to my story. Craig seemed to be impressed, if not a little turned on. But it seemed like I was losing whatever sympathy I'd built in Krell, who had dramatically folded his arms and looked like he was silently raging.