Sexy Possessed Roommate: A Dark MM Romance Novella by X. Everett & Xtopher

Author:X. Everett & Xtopher [Everett, X. & Xtopher]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2025-01-30T00:00:00+00:00

“Hey, little man. You kinda gotta wake up for this part.”

And wake up I did. The familiar cheers and chants of Riley and my frat brothers surrounded me. Did I just have a psychic moment? I thought to myself, sure that I was about to open my eyes to my brothers storming my room to bring Stacio and I downstairs to the party. It felt like my eyelids weighed one hundred pounds, but I finally pulled them open.

“Whoa! What the fuck is this?”

Like my nightmare the night before, I was in the basement. It was dark, but not as dark as I remembered. A series of disco lights flashed from every corner of the large room. Fog machines churned out a thematic mist that covered the floor while battery-powered candles added some extra ambiance. Dante’s bass shook the ceiling above me while his music played from a nearby speaker. At least two dozen of my frat brothers were gathered in front of me now, each with a drink in their hand and a robe over their shoulders. Their faces blended together, but I could pick out the ones closest to me.

“Mateo!” I shouted, panic evident in my tone. “What’s going on? Wh-why are my hands and feet tied to the wall?”

“Hey, hey, hey. Calm down, Kramer. It’s not a wall,” Mateo spoke softly as he approached me. Like several of my brothers there, he wore a brown cloak akin to a monk or mysterious cult member. “Don’t tell me no one told you about the Spirit Week tradition.”

The what?! “They didn’t.”

“Little man!” an enthusiastic Riley cheered as he appeared from the crowd. He was quick to pat me on the shoulder. “You remember what we did to Ronnie last year when he was master of events for the Spirit Week party, right?”

My mind was overloaded. I racked my memory searching for some kind of answer. “Uh, I-I… well, no.”

“You dumb ass,” Mateo cursed, smacking Riley in the chest. “Pledges don’t get invited to this part. He probably didn’t even know.”

Riley looked to Mateo, then back to me with wide, apologetic eyes. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry, Crispin. I didn’t mean to scare you or anything. Fuck. We usually tie the master of events up on a pentagram, sacrifice a goat, and chant to Satan. We’ll let you go before the real party begins, promise.”

“Holy shit.” I struggled in my bindings. “What!?”

“Just teasing, man. Well, about the goat and chanting, anyway. You see,” continued Riley, his hands on the leather bindings around my wrists, “this is what I was telling you about. I’ve been taking these woodworking classes for fun and thought we’d change things up this year. I made this big, oversized wheel out of some parts from that pirate play the theater department did last semester. The boys painted a nice inverted pentagram on it—you’ll see it when we take you off—and then Ronnie helped me install these leather bindings. Do they hurt?”

Whoa, what? I thought to myself, wriggling in the straps.

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