“Come on,” Lam goaded. He tapped the blade against Brent’s neck. “I’m not going to cut your cock off. I’m going to let youfuck me,”he crooned. “But you’re a big boy, so you’re going to have to help.”
“I don’t–is this a joke?” Brent was really treading water now. He’d waded out too deep the moment he’d followed Lam out of the bar, he just hadn’t realized it.
“Do I look like I’m joking?” Lam asked, dropping the put-on affect to show Brent his true face. It was flat, calculating. Lam had never been able to understand exactly what it was peoplesaw in it, but he knew it triggered something primal. Something that told people to flee. “Lift your hips for me.”
After a second of staring, Brent complied.
“Perfect. There we go.” Lam put the smile back on as he pulled Brent’s sweatpants down and then started to work on his own slacks.
It was awkward without getting up off of Brent, but Lam had done this enough times that he could get his pants down enough with one hand. He resat himself on Brent’s bare lap when he was done.
“Holy shit,” Brent said, eyes wide, confused. “Are you serious…?”
Lam wrapped a hand around Brent’s soft cock and started to stroke it. “If you can get hard.” Lam always prepped himself before he went out, so he was ready if Brent could be roused.
Some of them couldn’t. Lam was really hoping it wasn’t that kind of a night.
“Shit, you really are a psycho bitch,” Brent snarled.
Lam clicked his tongue. “Not sure you should insult the person with the knife and your cock in hand.”
Brent froze. “You said–”
“And I meant it, but piss me off and maybe the answer changes,” Lam said.
Brent gaped at him. Then the cock in his hand twitched, beginning to fill.
Lam quirked a brow. “Oh, you’re kinky.”He gave a slow, thorough stroke.
“No–I–!Fuck–!”Brent sputtered. “I’m not–I don’t control that–”
“No judgement,” Lam said, amused, as he kept stroking. His cock was filling, slowly but steadily.
Brent heaved a breath, “You can’t–you can’t do this!”
Lam almost laughed. “I asked you to let me go, and you didn’t, so you reap what you sow. But you can beg if you want, see how itfeels.”
Brent stared slackjaw, speechless.
But his cock was hard enough to do the job now, so Lam shifted to get the right angle and put it to his hole. Without wasting time, he began to sink down on Brent’s cock.
The man groaned like a dying animal, face pinching. “Don’t–I–fuck–”
“Is it everything you imagined?” Lam teased.
Brent’s eyes fluttered open. He looked like a puppy abandoned in a park, unsure where his cushy, safe life had disappeared to.
Lam smiled. “Is this your first outing, or have you raped other men before?”
His brows furrowed. “I didn’t–I wasn’t–!”
“The lies are getting tiresome,” Lam said in warning, hand finding Brent’s injury once more.
Brent sputtered, and tried to push up in reaction to the pain. Immediately Lam tilted forward again, hand slamming down harder on the wounded arm, digging into the flesh. The man yelped.
“I told you not to move,” Lam said, razor sharp. “Even a musclehead like you should be able to understand the simple order. You have a job, don’t you? A boss? Why don’t you just treat it like that. I’m the boss, and your job is to follow orders.”
Lam leaned down into Brent’s face, meeting the man’s wide, uncertain eyes. The blade was against his cheek now. Lam tried not to get distracted by the blood from the first cut. It was almost black, dried and crusted in places already.
