Page 1 of Only for Tonight

Chapter 1

Oliver

Everyone wishes they could fulfill all of their dark fantasies, no matter what they are. I just so happen to stumble onto a website that could do just that. All you have to do is put a name, location, medical records showing a clean bill of health, your fantasy, hit submit, and then wait. I waited for what felt like forever before I got a reply, and when I did, my heart almost exploded out of my chest.

All I want is one night of being used for sexual pleasure. No strings, no feelings, no rules, and no faces. I want the people that I’m with to be completely anonymous, so when they sent me an email for instructions to arrive at an exclusive Halloween party, I knew it was perfect. They assured me that my demands would be met in a safe environment, but that didn’t make me any less nervous.

“Oliver!” I turn toward my bedroom door, adjusting my black button-up dress shirt.

“In here!” I yell out to my best friend, Leland. He walks through the door, looking me up and down.

“Are you really going through with this?” He flops down on my bed. “You look hot, though.”

I roll my eyes and turn back toward the mirror. “Yes, I’m sure for the millionth fucking time.” He’s the only one I’ve told about my secret, and he’s been supportive. “It’s what I’ve always wanted. Plus, you know I’ve researched the shit out of this place. It’s legit.”

“So, you’re really going to walk into this party and get fucked by three random dudes in masks?”

Even him saying the words makes my cock jerk in my pants. I’ve wanted this since I stumbled onto a video on a porn site. They had a guy tied up and were taking turns fucking his mouth and ass. It was the hottest thing that I’ve ever seen. “Yep. I’m twenty-two, and I’ve never done anything like this in my life. It’s time.”

“You sure know how to rebel with a bang,” Leland laughs. “You still want me to wait here for you?”

“Yeah.” I asked him to stay at my apartment because it’s closer to the party and I’m sure I’ll need someone to talk to. I check my outfit one last time and turn to face him. “Are you sure this looks okay?”

“It looks good, I swear.”

Before I can answer, my phone pings with a message. I swipe it open and see that my Uber is here. “I have to go. Beer is in the fridge, and I ordered the fight for you to watch.”

Leland jumps from the bed and gives me a hard, smacking kiss on the cheek. “You’re the best. Have fun!” I shake my head as he jogs into the kitchen. We’ve been best friends since we were kids, and he’s the first person I told I was gay. He didn’t even question our friendship. He became my protector when I would get ridiculed for it. People always assumed we were dating, but Leland’s straight as an arrow.

I grab my keys from my dresser, say goodbye to Leland, and walk downstairs to the Uber. Sliding inside, excitement courses through me.

Tonight is the night that I finally get what I want.

*****

Walking into the party, I look around at all of the costumes. I spot several men in masks and can’t help but question if it’s them. I go to the bar and order a shot to calm my nerves. While I’m waiting for them to find me, I walk around the room, soaking in the atmosphere. It’s decked out in red lights, decorations, and a packed dance floor. I walk around for twenty minutes before I finally feel someone walk up behind me, sliding an arm around my waist.

“Oliver?” he asks in a deep voice, causing me to shiver.

“Yes.” Without a word, he grabs me by the arm and spins me around, making me land against his hard chest. I look up to his face, and I’m met with a Ghostface mask. He’s tall, probably ten inches taller than my five-seven. He keeps his arm around my waist and slings mine around his neck. He starts swaying to the music, looking me over. The more the song plays, the lower his hand goes until it’s planted firmly on my ass. He jerks me closer and leans in. I feel his hard cock rub against mine, and my arms tighten around his neck.

“You hard for me? I have two friends downstairs who would love to play with you,” he says, playing into the fantasy.

“Really?”

“Hm.” He rubs the mask against the side of my face. “Want to know what it feels like to be owned?” His voice has taken on a hypnotic state, weaving us into a spell. My voice is locked in my throat, so I nod, making him chuckle. His hand tightens on my ass. “I want to know what this ass looks like out of these tight pants.”

“Do it then.”

He pulls back and tilts his head to the side, which makes it even creepier with the mask on. He pulls away, grabs my arm, and leads me toward the back of the house. I follow him down a flight of stairs, and he stops me at the bottom in front of a door.

“What’s your safeword?”

“Red.”

“Very good,” he purrs. “Let the games begin.” He pushes another door open, and what’s inside takes my breath away.

Two other guys are standing there with the same Ghostface mask in front of a table. The one who led me downstairs presses himself to my back. “You’re such a pretty boy,” he whispers. “I can’t wait to fuck up that pretty face.” His hand slides down to my ass, squeezing. “And this tight ass.” He pushes me away, and one of the other guys steps forward.

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