Brain Hack Revenge Chapter 01 - Mind-Hacked Bitch Bully Takes My Virginity - Sex Stories

Brain Hack Revenge Chapter 01 - Mind-Hacked Bitch Bully Takes My Virginity

... credit. I must’ve looked like a right mess. I was sopping wet and covered in dirt and god knows what else from the dank floor.

I could walk, but my ankle throbbed like a bitch from where Chet kicked me.

If only I could get my own back at them. I didn’t want to cause trouble, though. Mom wouldn’t cope if I got expelled. I definitely wouldn’t be able to fight them head on.

My head hurt as well as my goddamn leg.

I remembered vaguely where my uncle’s place was. Dad brought me there once to drop something off.

I had to climb some stairs. Who the hell has an office in a building with no elevator? I vaguely remember him being on the top floor, too...

My ankle throbbed with each step. Briefly, I considered turning back, but I had no where else to go. My stomach grumbled, too, and I had no cash. The stairway was dimly lit, and I thought maybe I had the wrong place.

Then I remembered the film studio on the floor beneath my uncle’s office.

It light up like a neon blue Christmas tree, and it was the same as the last time I came here. They tried to hide what they were really doing by plastering the windows with movie posters. Only that the posters were adult flyers and they did a shit job of it - it didn’t take me long to find a gap between the papers, peer in, and see two women eating each other out in the middle of the seedy studio.

My cock panged. Some guys were buck naked in there, rubbing their dicks. I felt a low hum of resentment, knowing that I was ...

... the last kind of guy that would end up in a porno shoot.

Not that I wanted to be in a porno.

I had to stop for breath when I got to the top and my leg was on fire.

“Uncle Frank?” I called out, rapping on the door.

“Fuck off, you telemarketing scum!” I heard a gravelly voice said from the other side.

“Uncle Frank, it’s me, Evan.”

“I don’t know no Evan.”

“Yes, you do, I’m your nephew.”

I heard a clack of metal and bolts being shifted.

The door to the office pulled back, and I came face to face with my uncle. Only that his eyes were bloodshot and he looked like he lived off energy bars and coffee and very little else.

“Evan, it’s you. Why didn’t you say so earlier? Damn kids with their pranks.”

“But I- nevermind. Can I come in? I need a place to stay for a couple of hours. Just to clean up.”

He looked past me and down the stairs. “Are you in trouble? You look like a mess. Did you rip a dealer off or something? Don’t you be bringing shit to my doorstep.”

“No, it’s nothing like that. I just- I got into a tussle with some guys at school. I just want to clean up before mom see me like this and freak out.”

“Okay. Don’t touch anything.”

He stepped aside to let me in.

The place was a mess. Shit was literally everywhere. Paper was strewn all over the floor. There were folders everywhere, and power tools were lying around haphazardly. Was that a blow-up doll on the sofa?

I didn’t even know how he got any work done. Come to think of it, I ...