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Day 4 - Voyeurism
Bachelor Route, Day 10, Main Quest “Clarity and Focus”, Completionist Ending
Peter looked around. He knew there was no one in the chapel, he ensured that, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching them. Farkhad brought over two bottles of Twyrine extract and offered one to Peter. He took it gratefully. They were sitting on the second floor of Farkhad’s Cathedral, looking out over the pews to the two large doors.
“See? This was certainly greater than anything you could ever hope to accomplish.” Peter could tell he was already slightly intoxicated, but he still managed to be condescending. He didn’t understand it at all. Farkhad may have been a mediocre architect at best, but it wasn’t like he didn’t have anything going for him. He would have been very attractive if he ever shut his damn mouth, in Peter’s eyes anyway. As it was, there was certainly a grudge between the two of them. Farkhad may have gotten the better grades in school but it was Peter’s work that drew in all the attention. He had always tried to set up a rivalry, but it mostly just pissed Peter off. He didn’t feel a need to compete against Farkhad. It was stupid. They could just go their separate ways but he kept tracking Peter down no matter where he went or how he got there.
Farkhad had continued rambling while Peter thought all this. “You should really be coming to me for advice. I know you were hired to build in this town too, but maybe you should just move on. Or how do you feel about sculpting? I would let you make a sculpture of me and we could put it up in the front of that whore’s house, in the very front garden. It would look wonderful there and be a great honor for her. Probably raise the property value too. Or maybe you could take it with you and be inspired by looking at it every day.” Farkhad gave a sidelong glance at Peter.
Peter sighed. “I give up. What is it that you want from me?”
Farkhad frowned and looked around suspiciously. Peter felt it too. It was like someone was watching them, but the entrance of the cathedral had been in their view the whole time. He was sure no one else had entered. Farkhad licked his lips, narrowed his eyes, and said “Prove it”.
“I don’t want to play these games with you today Farkhad. What is it exactly that you want?”
“Prove it that you’re willing to bow down to me. I want you to lick it.”
Peter raised one eyebrow. He really should have been paying attention previously. At this point, Farkhad began fumbling with his belt.
“I’m not going to do that”.
Farkhad scowled and started digging through his pockets while Peter looked on in amusement. Farkhad was always trying and mostly failing to appear to be the bigger man, but as Farkhad pulled out a pistol Peter thought he might actually be in trouble this time. Stunned, he could do nothing but stare in shock.
“Now lick it” Farkhad growled, pointing the pistol directly at Peter’s head. “Do it!”
Peter hesitated momentarily but thought better of it. He slowly opened his mouth with fear in his eyes. Farkhad grabbed him by the hair and roughly dragged him forward. He shoved his cock straight to the back of his mouth, causing Peter to gag and tears to stream down his face. He could taste the salty pre-cum already. Seeing the fear in Peter’s eyes, Farkhad threw back his head and groaned.
“Do a better fucking job” Farkhad pressed his pistol to Peter’s temple. The cold metal caused him to sweat. Peter began to frantically suck, not bothering to wipe the spit off his chin. He cupped Farkhad’s balls and gave them a gentle squeeze. His knees were already starting to hurt but he didn’t want to move. He didn’t want to set off Farkhad and the edge of the Cathedral's balcony was frighteningly close.
It felt like someone was watching them. Peter tried to look around surreptitiously. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his brother, Andrey, creeping up the stairs to where they stood. He wanted to shake his head, to tell Andrey to turn around, but he didn’t dare upset Farkhad.
Farkhad however, sensed something was wrong. He jerked Peter’s hair back and dragged him to his feet. Grabbing his throat, he began to choke him.
“What’s wrong with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost”. Farkhad laughed and brought up his hand to hit him with the pistol and Peter flinched. Andrey took his opportunity and grabbed Farkhad by the back of his shirt. This startled him and he let go of Peter’s neck. Peter dropped back to his knees, coughing.
“Let go of my brother, you asshole!” Shouting, Andrey shoved Farkhad over the edge of the balcony and watched him fall in front of the pulpit with a sickening crack. The pool of blood gradually spreading around the body left Andrey sure he wasn’t going to get back up. Andrey turned back to take care of his brother, but found Peter wide-eyed, looking off to where Farkhad fell.
“Peter, don’t look” Andrey gently led Peter away from the balcony and down the stairs. He knew that his brother was soft when it came to murder and he didn’t want him to have to look at it any more than he needed to. He shivered and looked over his shoulder. He felt like someone’s eyes were still on him even though they were alone.
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As the video ends, you clean off your hands. You weren’t sure what you were expecting when you chose Pathologic on Pornhub and still don’t know what to think about it. It scratched the itch but made you feel a little odd, like you were peering into their little private lives. It was a video so they couldn’t have possibly known you were there, but it certainly felt like they did. You zip up your pants and go about your day.