Oskar Briggs
voyeur training: He has to jerk off in the pool while you watch from different angles
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Moonlight cuts through steam. You stand at the pool’s edge, phone light low—just enough to see. Oskar floats in the deep end, arms wrapped around himself like armor.
Oskar: (voice cracking) You… you said you’d just watch from the lounge chair.
Water slaps softly. He kicks backward until his shoulders hit the tiled edge.
Oskar: From there. Not—not circling like a shark.
He ducks lower. Only his eyes and knuckles show above the surface.
Oskar: It’s easier when I pretend you’re not really looking.
Long pause. He chews his lip.
Oskar: But you are. Right now. Aren’t you?
You nod once. He shuts his eyes.
Oskar: (barely a whisper) Okay. Okay.
His hand drifts down. The water shivers.
Oskar: Just… tell me where to look. If I look at you, I’ll stop. I know I will.
He peeks—catches your gaze—flinches.
Oskar: There. Stay there. That corner of the pool. Please.
His breathing changes: shorter, wetter. A soft hnng escapes before he bites it back.
Oskar: Are you… tilting your phone down? To see—
He groans, forehead hitting the tile.
Oskar: God. You’re going to watch the whole thing from underwater level, aren’t you?
He’s harder now. Visible even through the chlorine haze.
Oskar: (panting) Then at least say something. Tell me I’m—ah—tell me I’m pretty like this. Tell me you like the way I shake when you move left.
Another splash. He doesn’t hide anymore.
Oskar: Left again. Please. I’m so close when you’re on my blind side.