It's Halloween and Parker has been given an open invitation to Brett's party for the first time ever. He and Brett aren't a public thing, so he won't have anyone to talk to there. Of course, he won't be going.

Not as himself, anyway.

Parker spends the entire day transforming himself into a woman; a well-beaten face, wig, tits, taped and tucked. The whole nine yards. His lanky figure and soft features make cross-dressing incredibly easy and tonight, he'll be Cat Woman, which is perfect for two reasons.

His best female voice is tomboyish, which won't come across a strange and it gave him the perfect excuse to buy leather and a whip. Things that will undoubtedly accrue mileage long after the night is over.

He watches Brett's house from his bedroom window long after he's ready to go, waiting for the house to be packed to the point where he can slip in unnoticed. He's not sure what his goal is, other than keeping tabs on Brett, but his disguise gives him a confidence he rarely leaves the house with. He's nervous and excited to let his dominant persona shine. Yes, the one he usually keeps tucked away tighter than his cock and balls are tonight.

———

Halloween dubstep is booming next door and Brett's party has been in full-sing since 10PM. Still, it's no surprise that Parker doesn't find his way over there until after midnight.

The party hasn't lost steam, but waiting any longer would put all his hard work in jeopardy. As good of a reason as that is, the truth is much simpler. Tracy showed up at the party and he saw her hanging from Brett's arm through the living room window.

Parker lowers his shoulder as he crosses the threshold into Brett's house, preparing to shove his way past countless bodies as he's often done through the halls of Jackson High. He nearly trips as he leans into a parting crowd. His heart sinks from the strange reaction. People rarely notice him and when they do, it's invariably bad.

He touches two fingers to the floor as he regains balance. At the same time, a rough hand grasps his upper arm, pulling him back to his feet.

"Whoa, watch yourself, Cat Woman," a jock named Ryan says. He's one of Parker's regular bullies and he's Captain America tonight. "This place is a death trap."

He chuckles as he dusts off Parker's costume and not so subtly snakes an arm around his waist. Parker's eyes widen in surprise, but he forces a grin, holding it long enough to spin away from him. Ryan has no idea who he's hitting on and it's best it stays that way.

Ryan grabs his wrist. "Wait up, beautiful," he says, "I didn't get your name."

Parker mumbles, "Selina Kyle," as he fails to shuck his arm free. "Which way to the b—?"

"I'll show you," Tracy interrupts, grabbing Parker's other wrist.

Ryan lets go and Tracy—dressed in lingerie and cat ears—leads him away. He isn't sure if this is better or worse, but says, "I don't actually h—."

"Oh, I know," she says, "You looked like you needed rescuing. How's that for irony?" Parker cringes on the inside. "So, Selina Kyle. It's never a good idea to give out your full name, so prepare to be stalked on Insta."

"It's not m—."

"You're drop dead gorgeous, by the way. Do you go to Jackson? Did Brett invite you?" Tracy asks, narrowing her eyes.

Her interest wanes when a group of fellow cheerleaders wave to her on the way to the beer pong table where Brett is posted up. "Aww, did you play without me, Bae?" She extends her lower lip to pout as Brett pours cups to play another round.

Brett—dressed as a shirtless hot guy with a crown made of bay leaves—turns and locks eyes with Parker for a moment. "You look familiar, have we m—?"

"It's Selina, duh! Best Cat Woman ever!" Tracy laughs as she tugs on the whip holstered at Parker's side. "Look at this thing!"

Her need to know-it-all and constantly interrupt people are two extremely obnoxious habits that are currently working in his favor.

Brett asks, "Trace, you cool with beer?" She grimaces. "Or there's coconut rum in the kitchen."

"I'll play with beer," Parker says, raising his hand. He earns a scowl from Tracy before she disappears into the crowd.

"So, uh Selina," Brett says, "Have you ever played before?"

Parker is all smiles, but shrugs wordlessly. He's played a similar game online and they don't call him the King of Games for nothing. How different can it be?

Brett makes his first shot with laser precision, then steps aside and nods to Cat Woman with a smug grin. Parker takes his time aiming, but the ball slips from his fingers and curves on his release, not coming anywhere close to the cups, or the table for that matter.

He blushes—hard—and does his best to shrink into himself, ready to incur the wrath of Brett and ample taunting from everyone else.

It never comes.

Even the guys on the other team are encouraging. They happily give Cat Woman a do-over. Brett puts his arms around Parker like he's trying to help him shoot a bow and arrow instead of a two inch pingpong ball.

This treatment might seem endearing to most, not to Parker. He hates being treated like he's incapable of doing things for himself, especially by his sub. He suffers through Brett guiding his arm to take the free shot, but when it splashes into a cup, he loses it.

"Well, fuck me!" he shouts, sarcastically. He'd have blown his cover if his shouting wasn't already embarrassingly high-pitched.

"What?" Brett asks in disbelief, "You made the shot. Great job! Just do that every time."

Parker, remembering himself, raises his pitch on purpose this time. "Yeah, just like that, huh? You're so amazing!"

He claps and rolls his eyes before storming off upstairs. He's less angry than he led on, but there are too many eyes on him. He needed an escape before anyone grew suspicious.

"Selina!" Brett calls after him, "No one's allowed up there!"

"You really gunna talk a hottie out of going to your bedroom, dude?"

"Yeah, go after her, man."

*****

Parker rushes into Brett's room and dives onto the bed, burying his face in pillow. He has no idea what his next move is. Dressing up as a girl isn't something he's thought a lot about and keeping up the act is exhausting.

He hears the creak of footsteps as Brett enters the room behind him and sits down on the edge of the bed. "So, how about your real name?"

"Does it matter?" Parker asks, turning to face him as he sits up beside him. "Do you need a name to kiss me?"

He leans in invitingly, but Brett veers away. Parker grabs his wrist, not giving up so easily. "Am I not pretty enough or is it Tracy?"

Brett shakes his head slowly. "No, but there is someone."

Parker laughs openly. "Oh, so you like men. The hot guys are always huge cock whores, aren't they?"

Brett, called on his honor, pulls Selina in and kisses her passionately. He slides his tongue in between her rosy lips and presses his toned body against hers, sending them both in recline down onto the mattress.

Parker takes him in, letting it go on until they need air. While Brett's warm tongue crowding his mouth feels right, literally everything else is wrong to him.

Brett sneaks a glance out of his window toward Parker's unlit bedroom. The sly act dispels the magic from his kiss, infuriating Parker. He shoves Brett off and starts edging to leave.

The thought that Brett could move on from him so easily, that he knows about the view and perhaps, has always known, that he's fine kissing a girl even if the girl is him in this case—pisses Parker off.

He starts to open the door, but Brett leans over him to close it again. He says, "I'm really glad you came tonight."

"Has that line ever worked?" Parker scoffs.

"Since when do I need lines for Master to fuck me?" Brett asks, clicking the lock on the doorknob, "Please. Take me now, Cat Woman."

Parker shoves Brett down on the bed and hops on top of him, attacking his face with kisses. He wraps his whip around Brett's neck like a leash, forcing him close and everything is right in the world.

As they knead their lips together, Parker finagles the tape off himself, suffering through pain, knowing the sooner it's off, the sooner he'll be throbbing inside of Brett. Even with the door locked, the thought of fucking his brains out while fifty people party below them brings his arousal to inconceivable heights.

Brett strips down to nothing, grabs a small bottle off his night stand to prepare himself and rolls onto his side.

Parker has other ideas. "On the floor, now," he says, soft but stern.

Brett rolls off the bed and crawls over to where he's pointing. Parker circles him, openly admiring his physique as he holds perfectly still. Finally, he crouches down over Brett, massaging his back, starting near the shoulders, slowly working his way down to his toned cheeks.

Brett spreads them as Parker massages lube into and around his hole with cool, skinny fingers. Brett shivers from the feel of them. Parker lowers himself onto him until their hips are pressed together. He slides his dripping cock across Brett's smooth hole, teasing him.

Parker breathes on the nape of his neck, whispering, "You know you'll have to beg me for it."

Brett's back arches to the heat of his breath as he's letting out soft moans of wanton desire. "Please, fuck me Master."

Parker sinks his teeth into the back of his shoulder as he pushes inside him, splitting the pain—not that Brett would complain. His mouth trails along the back of Brett's neck as he pushes his length deeper, his cock pulsing and throbbing as it snakes its way inside him.

Brett lets out a powerful wince, but endures. His reaction excites Parker, who's clearly intent on making him scream—whatever the cost. He thrusts in and out of Brett, quickly finding rhythm. Brett starts sliding his knee up under him.

Parker stops it with his hand. "I want you to push-up," he says, "Or are those muscles for show?"

Brett chuckles through groans as he lifts himself and Parker off the floor. Parker wraps his arms around his neck and stacks his feet on top of Brett's—pinching ankles between toes. He thrusts carelessly as Brett raises and lowers them to and from the floor.

Brett flexes his core as the workout becomes more strenuous, clenching tight against Parker's thick uncut cock, squeezing it, making each thrust threaten the strike of a match, one that'd undoubtedly trigger a violent explosion.

"Now stand up!" Parker shouts as he tenses, nearly on the verge of climax.

Brett powers to his feet as Parker hooks his ankles around his knees. He points to the wall with one hand while keeping himself steady with his other arm wrapped snugly over Brett's back. Brett leans on the wall and Parker pounds cock into him until his legs tremble.

Parker's laugh taunts him as his legs finally give way. He takes Brett's strong hips in his hands and slams his thick cock in and out of him, using his tight ass purely as a tool for his sole pleasure.

Or so he thinks.

Brett's cock pulses and a few more violent thrusts from Parker forces his release. Thick cloudy streams erupt from the tip of his cock as he writhes in pleasure underneath him.

Having satisfied his sub, Parker finds his relief inside him.

Happy Halloween! 👻