GAVIN'S POV.

I hate church.

I loathe sitting for hours just to listen to some overweight loser preach to me about things that I already know. Sin is bad, I get it. We all do. No need to preach for hours about it.

If it weren't for my parents I wouldn't have been in this shit show. They are sponsors of this church and as such, they expect me to make an appearance on their behalf since currently, they are out of the country. Fuck them and their business trips.

On the bright side, their trips mean that I get to have the mansion to myself. I get to host parties, fuck like a rabbit and do whatever the hell I want. They can stay on the trip for years. I don't care.

You know what's funny? Is that as a kid, I used to feel sad whenever they left. I would be affected so much by their absence, especially on my birthdays. To cover up for their absence, they would send expensive gifts.The gifts were a distraction but it never brought back all the important moments of my life that they missed.

I remember confronting them about it when I was thirteen after they missed my very first basketball game. They promised they would attend and my idiotic self trusted them. I should have known better. I was hurt but you know what mom said? She said, "Gavin, your father and I missed the game because we are working for your future. We want you to have everything we never had. So stop crying over a silly basketball game."

Mother of the fucking year, right?

Suddenly, a note landed on my lap, ferrying me from the island of thoughts that I was lost in. I didn't need to be Eistein in order to discern that the note was from another desperado bitch, trying to get a taste of me. I mean I can't blame her. It's not her fault that I'm this hot. Even I get a hard-on by looking at my own reflection. Sometimes I think that being this hot is a curse.

Sighing, I unfolded the piece of paper.

Hey hot stuff, wanna get out of this shitty sermon? I could make you scream the lord's prayer as you cum five times over. Meet me in the girl's bathroom.

Yours always, Madeline.

After reading the note, I rolled my eyes knowing too well who Madeline was. She was some bitch who was obsessed with me. I knew that I shouldn't have let her suck my dick. Because now she thinks I'm hers and all she wants is to please me which she's terrible at. Bitch nearly bit my dick off all in the name of a blow job.

I'm so done with her.

I have to say though, she has nice boobs. Soft and bouncy. I could suck them all day.

"Yo Miles, you seeing this?" My best friend, who was seated beside me, called. His name is Roman. His parents work for mine and we've known each other since we were in diapers. He's like a brother to me and he's the only one allowed to call me, Miles.

"What?" I inquired, turning my attention to him. He placed his phone in my hand. A video of some chick twerking butt ass naked on a guy's lap was playing on his phone. I recognised her as his former girlfriend. Vera, was her name.

Yeah, the guy was a hopeless romantic who believed in true-love-conquers-all bull shit. Look how that turned out for him? She dumped him for someone else and now all he's left to do is stalk her and hope she'll come back to him. He deserves better.

"I don't understand how she can post this. Dude, she was my girl and now she's acting like I don't exist. Like that nigga is better than me? What did I ever do wrong? Was it the sex? Didn't I treat her right? Please help me understand, man."

Here he comes, with the feeling-sorry-for-myself attitude. I hate when he does this to himself. He did right by her. He gave her his heart and soul. Before he met her, Roman couldn't even cook noodles and then she came along and bam! Roman could not only cook but also bake. He even composed poems for her and songs. Roman can give Maroon 5 a run for his money. Me on the other hand...let's just say I could give mating frogs a run for their voices. I'm te-rri-ble.

"Rom, you were the best boyfriend she has ever had. If she didn't see that then it's her fault. She's moved on and so should you. " I advised him.

"Man, I can't get her out of my system. You know I've tried. I even fucked around but sex isn't the same without her. I still love her so much man."

God, I hate playing therapist.

"Rom, if you really can't get over her then you should talk to her. Staying away from her isn't working so you need to talk to her, face to face. You need answers as to why she dumped you, then go talk to her." I added.

"You are right, Miles. That is exactly what imma do. Lemme text her. Thank you man. You're the best." He smilingly stated and the ever adorable dimple popped on his cheek. Roman had curly silky black hair, chocolate skin, deep brown eyes and an attractive smile. He got his flawless chocolate skin from his mom who was African American. The rest of his features, especially his eyes, resembled his dad's who was British. He was a really good looking guy and If I weren't so straight, maybe I would have gone after him.

Wait a fucking second. I did not just think that. Where did that thought even come from?

I think I know why suddenly I'm having these kinds of thoughts. It's because of a certain blue-eyed petit boy who courageously described all kinds of things that he fantasizes about me, in his diary. The way he described my body, it's like he's been watching me in the locker room. Memorizing every inch of my nakedness.

Dirty little perv.

I must say though, his enormous crush on me is flattering. He used to act tough and unaffected by me. But now, he's thirsting for this dick like it's the last drop of water in the Sahara desert.

Know what's funny?

His mom who also happens to be the school principal is a strict christian who even came up with a rule that forbids same sex relationship on school grounds. I wonder how she'll react after finding out that her righteous little boy is infact gay. She'll lose her fucking mind.

Don't worry, I don't plan on revealing his secret to anyone. But that doesn't mean I won't have fun toying with him.

If only he hadn't slapped me that fateful day and called me out then I wouldn't have been forced to steal his diary. None of this would have transpired. But no, he had to slap me across the face and yell insults at me. The slap didn't hurt as much as my bruised ego. I became a laughing stock. Infact, some people made funny memes of that incident.

Big fucking mistake.

But he will pay for it. I plan on making him squirm and plead. By the time I'm done with him, he'll never talk back at me. I don't understand how someone so tiny can challenge a beast like me. Everyone is terrified of me. They worship the very ground I walk on. But Carlito, he's different. It's like, he enjoys defying me.

But not for long.

"Brethren, what do you understand by the term, sin?" The preacher's question severed my chain of thoughts. An idea suddenly came to me and swiftly I raised my hand.

Time for phase one of my game.

"Yes, Gavin." The preacher warmly ushered me.

Standing up on my feet, I cleared my throat. "Sin is the act of doing something that goes against God's teachings. For example stealing, killing, lying and the biggest sin of all is..." I stated, then my gaze travelled the room in search for him. I wanted to see the fear in his eyes as I utter his biggest secret," being a faggot."

His aquamarine eyes were clouded with shock and fear, upon my revelation. My lips curved into a smirk at his expression.

"Thank you for explaining it so well, Gavin. God bless you my child." The preacher declared and I resumed my seat, satisfied that the first phase of my game worked.

As the service was progressing, I saw him get up from his seat. He was heading outside the church and my legs were itching to follow him...so I did just that.

I arrived at the bathroom minutes later, only to be welcomed by the choking stench of ammonia. It's like the whole place was sprayed with piss. My parents donate a lot of money to this church, so why don't they fucking hire cleaners? And here they preach about cleanliness being next to Godliness. Fucking liars!

My eyes settled on the petit individual who was rinsing his hands in the sink. He was clad in a pair of faded black pants, a black tee-shirt and a pair of grey converse. A small smirk formed on my lips as I stalked towards his form.

Oh, this is gonna be so much fun.

"What-do you want, Gavin?" He inquired, his aquamarine eyes meeting mine in the mirror. He looked calm but his voice said otherwise.

I watched as he dried his hands and turned to leave. That's when I grabbed him and pinned him against the wall. His hands were held hostage by me. I didn't wanna risk him slapping me again. Not even his wriggling could save him from the mighty hold I had on him. His 5'7 height was nothing in comparison to my 6'3. From my view, he looked like a bug, begging to be let free.

"And where are you off to, so fast Carlito?" My face was inches away from his. I could see every pore on his skin. Feel the heat emanating from him. His eyes were like an ocean, so blue. Every second that I stared into them, I felt myself drowning.

"It's none of your business, Gavin." He shot a reply. Always defiant, even in the face of danger. He knows that he's gonna get burnt but he doesn't fear playing with fire.

"Oh, but your business is my business Carlito. Or did you forget?" I whispered the words, my gaze not leaving his.

"Gavin, I don't have time for this." The words exited his lips.

"Then what do you have time for? Checking out my ass in the locker room? Or writing a whole poem about my dick. Tell me, do you have time for all that?"

Shock and fear clouded his features at my confession. I could hear his rapidly thumping heart, an indication that he was scared shitless. Telling him that I knew about his diary and everything he wrote about me, made him even more terrified. A smile didn't hesitate to grace my lips.

"You thirst for this dick so much that you've written an entire poem about it. It's almost as if you've been checking me out in the locker room, after practice. " I sensously whispered, just to tease the poor boy.

"I-don't know what you're talking about. I don't have a crush on you..Gavin." He spoke. I admit, I admire his courage to lie to my face.

"Really? You don't know. Okay, I'll show you." I commenced tracing my thumb on his thick bottom lip. "You like that? I know you've written how you dream of my thumb caressing your lips and how much you want my thumb in your mouth.."

"I-" Before he could form a sentence, I slid my thumb in his parted mouth.

"Suck it." I ordered and he started sucking my thumb.

"You like that, Carlito." I whispered, my eyes not breaking contact with his as I shoved my thumb deeper into his mouth.

I was enjoying this. Watching him follow my orders, like an obedient little puppy. He looked adorable, sucking my thumb like this. Until he decided to bite my thumb.

"You shouldn't have done that." I hissed.

"What will you do about it?" He challenged.

"Carlito, what will mommy dearest do when she finds out that her little peanut is thirsty for dick? What of daddy? He'll surely have a heart attack. I hear that men his age don't survive a heart attack." I used my tramp card.

My threats left him helpless. Left him no choice but to accept my terms. He would be my slave in exchange for my silence about his sexuality.