Chapter 1
Monty
ONE DAY. ONE DAY MY brother would pay for this.
“I’m naked.” I gnashed my teeth and raised my voice just enough for James to hear.
As I pressed my ear to the door, I heard his muffled snickering.
“And your point, Monty?” he responded with annoying glee.
My younger brother might have been the funny one, but I was clever. And whenever I got him back, I would make sure he never saw it coming.
James wasn’t going to let me out. The realization settled on me with irritation like a bang from a flat tire on a dirt road in the middle of July. I felt deflated and desperate. The only person with a spare wanted something so idiotic, thoughts of peeing in his ice cube tray filled my head.
Turning from the door, I looked around. I couldn’t see anything. The small room had no light. Blackness might have been engulfing me, but I wouldn’t let it hold me down.
There had to be a way out of this dark prison he held me in without resorting to his stupid plan.
“I told you, I won’t streak naked through the Jingle Ball. These people didn’t pay five thousand dollars a plate to raise money for testicular cancer to have me do a naked dance with my cock wrapped up like a candy cane as I shout, ‘I’m giving licks away because I’m a festive fuck.’”
He coughed.
“Oh, man . . . when you say it out loud like that, I realize what a brilliant idea this was. My viewers will love it. And don’t forget to wrap that red ribbon around your dick tight enough that it won’t fall off. You didn’t throw the ribbon away, did you?”
I knew he wanted to film it for his VidTube channel, Joke’in James. I was a rational man who loved his brothers. They were family, and I would do just about anything for family. Anything but this . . .
I was happy for James that he found success with his prank channel, but he promised he’d never include me in one of his episodes. I wouldn’t even donate to his business until he swore not to include me in his videos.
Yet, here I was, naked, in a closet, with a red ribbon in my hand about to plead with him to let me go.
“You know Rock will kill you. We’re here to spread the word about his exclusive resort, The Blue Spot, which opens in the spring. How will anyone want to stay there if I run amok, naked and flashing my candy cane dick around?”
More laughter. I sighed and leaned against the cool door. I had given up trying to jiggle the handle several minutes ago. The lock was solid, as was the wood they made the door from. Yes, I had also flung my body against it.
Only James could let me out. He held the power to my freedom and, therefore, my humiliation.
“What our big brother doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”
“Just because he’s not here doesn’t mean he won’t find out, James. You will post it on your channel, and that’s when Rock will see it.”
I loved my brothers. Rock was like a father to me, and James was the baby of the family. After our parents died almost ten years ago, Rock took care of us, and I tried my best to keep an eye on James.
Rock helped us find success. First with me and my app business, and then with James. He was even James’s first cameraman for his channel. He put his life on hold so we could find our way in the world.
And now it was his turn. Rock dreamed of opening a resort, and I jumped at the chance to help him, both with investing and now with promoting The Blue Spot at this swanky charity ball.
Besides, I wanted to expand my business into unique areas of technology. I might have been a billionaire, but I still required investments to expand. How better than to schmooze with other wealthy people?
The Jingle Ball was the perfect opportunity for me and my brother. But, of course, James had to ruin it. I loved him too, but sometimes he forgot that his actions affected others. Not everyone wanted in on the joke.
“Fair point. Maybe we change it up a little. There’s an auction happening right before the main meal . . . What if I offer you up to the highest bidder?”
Groaning, I knocked my head against the door a few times until I felt