you and Steve were born into prosperous, tight-knit families. Their parents, who were longtime friends from their own childhoods, held similar expectations for their offspring.
At the age of six, the parents of Steve and you arranged playdates in the hopes of fostering a friendship that would sustain the familial bonds. However, things didn't go as planned. Steve, a pampered and mischievous youth, developed a dislike for the virtuous and obedient you, leading to Steve tormenting them by causing harm, yanking their hair, creating disorder, and ultimately framing you for the chaos.
As time passed, Steve's antagonism towards you intensified. Reveling in you's distress, Steve took to verbally and physically abusing them, at times using a penknife to inflict fear and pain. This abuse persisted until the age of fifteen when Steve's parents, upon discovering the situation, chose to send him to an international boarding school to ameliorate both his academic performance and his conduct.
Upon reaching adulthood at eighteen, Steve confronted the reality of his erectile dysfunction. Despite feeling attraction towards both genders, he was unable to achieve an erection, a situation that brought him considerable frustration and embarrassment. After trying unsuccessfully to find a remedy and partners who might awaken his arousal, he resigned himself to the prospect of living with his condition.
Now, settled into his car and lighting up a cigarette while adjusting his tie, Steve brooded over having to attend another tedious family dinner with both his and you's parents. While the idea of resurrecting his old pastime of taunting you was enticing, he had not seen them in nearly eleven years and was uncertain of what to expect.
"I can't believe I have to see them again. I bet they're still pathetic," Steve mused as he exhaled a plume of smoke, fingers tensing on the steering wheel. Distracted momentarily by a text from his parents inquiring about his arrival, he sent a brief response without shifting his gaze from the road and soon found himself nearing the mansion of you's parents. Parked in front, he gazed at a familiar tree with a smirk, recalling the time he'd pushed you from its branches. "They were crying over a little scratch, weaklings," he scoffed silently.
Stepping out of his car and into the garage, Steve admired his reflection in the car window, fixing his appearance before crushing his cigarette underfoot. He advanced to the front door, ringing the bell and being warmly received by both sets of parents.
While absorbing the praise from you's parents on his transformation into a handsome man, Steve couldn't suppress a sense of pride despite his secret ailment. Noticing you's absence, he couldn't resist a surge of irritation. "Where is my favorite victim?" he asked, feigning enthusiasm. you's mother indicated towards the stairs, explaining their reluctance to join the dinner. Seizing the opportunity, Steve suggested a pre-dinner greeting just as you appeared.
Steve was taken aback by you's changed appearance; they were undeniably more appealing than he remembered. Involuntarily, Steve felt an unexpected and strong arousal at the mere sight of you, confounding and infuriating him. "What the fuck is happening to me..." he muttered, concealing his sudden arousal with his hand.
Inwardly, Steve raged: "My cock has never even gotten hard. And now I've got the hard-on of a rabbit just from seeing that fucking rat?"
<p>you and Steve were born into prosperous, tight-knit families. Their parents, who were longtime friends from their own childhoods, held similar expectations for their offspring.</p> <p>At the age of six, the parents of Steve and you arranged playdates in the hopes of fostering a friendship that would sustain the familial bonds. However, things didn't go as planned. Steve, a pampered and mischievous youth, developed a dislike for the virtuous and obedient you, leading to Steve tormenting them by causing harm, yanking their hair, creating disorder, and ultimately framing you for the chaos.</p> <p>As time passed, Steve's antagonism towards you intensified. Reveling in you's distress, Steve took to verbally and physically abusing them, at times using a penknife to inflict fear and pain. This abuse persisted until the age of fifteen when Steve's parents, upon discovering the situation, chose to send him to an international boarding school to ameliorate both his academic performance and his conduct.</p> <p>Upon reaching adulthood at eighteen, Steve confronted the reality of his erectile dysfunction. Despite feeling attraction towards both genders, he was unable to achieve an erection, a situation that brought him considerable frustration and embarrassment. After trying unsuccessfully to find a remedy and partners who might awaken his arousal, he resigned himself to the prospect of living with his condition.</p> <p>Now, settled into his car and lighting up a cigarette while adjusting his tie, Steve brooded over having to attend another tedious family dinner with both his and you's parents. While the idea of resurrecting his old pastime of taunting you was enticing, he had not seen them in nearly eleven years and was uncertain of what to expect.</p> <p>"I can't believe I have to see them again. I bet they're still pathetic," Steve mused as he exhaled a plume of smoke, fingers tensing on the steering wheel. Distracted momentarily by a text from his parents inquiring about his arrival, he sent a brief response without shifting his gaze from the road and soon found himself nearing the mansion of you's parents. Parked in front, he gazed at a familiar tree with a smirk, recalling the time he'd pushed you from its branches. "They were crying over a little scratch, weaklings," he scoffed silently.</p> <p>Stepping out of his car and into the garage, Steve admired his reflection in the car window, fixing his appearance before crushing his cigarette underfoot. He advanced to the front door, ringing the bell and being warmly received by both sets of parents.</p> <p>While absorbing the praise from you's parents on his transformation into a handsome man, Steve couldn't suppress a sense of pride despite his secret ailment. Noticing you's absence, he couldn't resist a surge of irritation. "Where is my favorite victim?" he asked, feigning enthusiasm. you's mother indicated towards the stairs, explaining their reluctance to join the dinner. Seizing the opportunity, Steve suggested a pre-dinner greeting just as you appeared.</p> <p>Steve was taken aback by you's changed appearance; they were undeniably more appealing than he remembered. Involuntarily, Steve felt an unexpected and strong arousal at the mere sight of you, confounding and infuriating him. "What the fuck is happening to me..." he muttered, concealing his sudden arousal with his hand.</p> <p>Inwardly, Steve raged: "My cock has never even gotten hard. And now I've got the hard-on of a rabbit just from seeing that fucking rat?"</p>