Chapter 8:
“Aren’t you going to get that?” Flix closed the back of the truck and gave Bay a curious glance.
The race had ended fifteen minutes or so ago and Bay had made his way to the parking lot a lot faster than usual, which was saying something since he always came quickly after crossing the finish line. If Flix noticed his haste—or the way he kept sending sideways glances at their surroundings—the Brumal member didn’t point it out.
He did however mention the constant ringing of Bay’s multi-slate.
Bay pressed the button to ignore the call and shrugged like it was no big deal, even though on the inside he was admittedly a bit spooked. Not by much, but just enough to make him want to get into his hovercar and head home.
Just because this stranger had saved him from Castle didn’t mean he wasn’t still a dangerous person. If his last message to Bay was any indicator, he was exactly that even.
Flix’s multi-slate went off and unlike Bay, he answered after only two rings. Within seconds he was swearing. “I’m ten minutes away. Be there in a second.” He ended the call and then waved toward the driver’s side of the truck. “I have to go, Berga set off the smoke alarms on campus again.”
Bay barely got a wave in before his friend was hopping into the vehicle and speeding away. As a teacher at the school, he should be more concerned over the possible damage Berga may have caused, but before he could sum up the appropriate response, his multi-slate rang again. He was keen to ignore it, only instead of a call it was a message, so with a sigh he opened it.
The sound on his device was turned up and immediately the sound of grunts and groans poured from it. He cursed and hit the volume button, glancing around to see if anyone was near enough to have noticed. Fortunately, there was another race after his, so the lot was still pretty much empty aside from a single couple making out in the corner diagonally across from him. They were definitely too distracted and too far to have heard.
Still, he wasn’t as relieved as he should be, because when he looked back at his screen, his worst fears were confirmed.
The video he’d just been sent was of himself. He was kneeling on one of the leather seats at the Seaside Cinema, ass up in the air and facing whatever hidden camera had captured what was meant to have been a private moment. The thick pastel green dildo he’d brought with him gave away the footage was of his trip to the cinema two weeks ago. He’d buried it to the hilt in his hole and left it there, rocking against the armrest of the chair.
His dick had been so hard, and the smooth leather against his lube coated skin had felt so good…Bay had bitten into his arm, drawn blood, and had actually gotten off that way that night, with some rough porn playing on the big screen next to him.
He always selected the most aggressive videos he could when he went to the cinema, even on the occasions where he paid more attention to pictures he had stored on his multi-slate of the object of his desire. Bay got off on the rough sounds, the whimpers and the cries. The sharp whacking of flesh and, frankly, abuse given to one partner from the other.
Bay had only ever had one sexual partner so far, an upperclassman when he’d been in college. It’d been a one-night stand after the two of them had gone to a party and had too much to drink, and the next day the guy had pretended like Bay didn’t exist anymore. He hadn’t taken it personally only because it was so obvious it was because the other kid was embarrassed.
He’d slapped Bay around a bit and when Bay had expressed he wasn’t into that sort of thing but that he was up for other types of experimenting, they’d both gotten noticeably more excited. And creative.
Apparently, they’d taken things too far for the other guy to be comfortable around him and, while Bay hadn’t blamed him, he couldn’t ignore the disappointment that still lingered whenever he thought back on it. He’d tried to soothe that curiosity about himself with porn but he’d never dared speak of it to anyone else. Especially since it was proof that part of him had already been there prior to his grandmother’s death.
Now, staring at the video as the clip ended and looped back to the beginning, his cheeks stained a deep red as mortification set in.
He jumped when his device started to ring, but this time he answered, too afraid of the repercussions otherwise.
“How did you get this?” the question burst out of him frantically, even though logically he knew he should be trying to play his cards closer to his chest. “What do you want?”
“You to pick up when I call, for one,” the reply came low and unhurried, but it was impossible to tell what sort of mood the speaker was in. Was he angry or annoyed? Despite his words, he didn’t sound like it.
“All right.” Bay licked his lips nervously. “I’ve done that. What now?”
“Now?” the stranger chuckled. “Now you turn on those heels of yours and start walking.”
He frowned and glanced over his head. The forest was behind him, a thick wood that went on for a few miles. They didn’t contain anything. There weren’t even any trails leading in or out of it.
“Coming or not?”
Bay swallowed. “Do I have a choice?”
“Always,” the stranger said with no hesitation. He sounded genuine too. “This wouldn’t be any fun if you didn’t. Just remember, Kitten, actions have consequences. Don’t do anything you aren’t willing to pay the price for later. So, what’ll it be? Coming or going?”
He would be absolutely certifiable if he walked into the forest at the behest of a stranger.
Wouldn’t he?
Bay nibbled on his bottom lip and turned to face the trees. In the darkness of the night, it was hard to see much of anything outside of the ring of gold cast down from the nearby street lamp at the center of the lot.
“What’ll you do with the video if I leave?” he asked, opting to gather all the information before making a set decision.
