“I don’t have a boy—” Popcorn stopped himself and cursed. “Fuck, man. Can you please just tell me about Russ. Believe it or not, I don’t want to be doing this any more than you do. Staring at you naked day in and out is not my idea of a good time.”
“The metal butt plug buried in my ass begs to differ.” Prior to this, Flix hadn’t been used to taking anything up there, usually the one doing the taking. At first, he’d been super pissed on principle, but now…
Well. Actually, he was still pissed. But only because he was typically left in blissed-out suspension for hours at a time, which pushed him well past overstimulation. It might have worked even. He’d found himself almost giving in, desperate to come, but then he’d secretly confirmed who his captor was—the one who liked to fill him up and lock his cock in a cage—andthathad changed everything.
“Sorry, no matter how many times you ask it, my answer isn’t going to change. Russ?” Flix clicked his tongue. “Doesn’t ring a bell.”
It rang the whole church. But only good boys deserved answers, and his captor? The real one, the one in charge of this shitshow? Yeah. He was the opposite of well-behaved. Eventually, Flix was going to teach him the lesson of a lifetime, but until then…
He’d have some fun with it.
Why not?
Wasn’t like he was going anywhere.
He chuckled at his own dumb joke and could practically feel the confusion radiating off of Popcorn. Maybe he’d get lucky and the guy would think he was starting to lose his mind locked up in this infinite loop. A weaker man would have, but sexual acts aside, Flix had undergone way worse than this during training for his position within the Brumal. His seat at BaikVoid’s table meant he’d gone through the wringer to earn it. It would take a lot more than this to get him to break.
Though, admittedly, he was getting pretty tired of having his body used for someone else’s amusement.
Not that he was obtuse enough to truly believe that’s all that it was. That was what they wanted him to think, of course. They wanted him to feel humiliated and burn with anger every time the leader forced something unyielding into his body. Too bad for them, as soon as Flix had identified him, that reaction was off the table.
Instead, Flix was keeping score.
And he’d get even.
With interest.
Damn. His cock was threatening to swell just thinking about it.
“What about what happened the day he was killed?” Popcorn shifted gears like he always did. “People saw you there.”
“Was I?” He had been.
“Yes. You were the last one seen talking to Russ.”
“Didn’t that supposedly go down at the mall?” Flix clicked his tongue. “Dude, hate to break it to you, but I was most likely asking for directions to Pull’s Pretzels. That garlic butter cheese sauce they have? To die for. Literally.”
Popcorn went silent.
“Oh, did you catch the threat that time?” Flix teased. “I was starting to wonder if you were an idiot. So many of them have gone over your head these past weeks we’ve been playing.”
“This isn’t a game,” Popcorn stated, but his voice had dropped an octave, and it was too obvious Flix had struck a nerve. “Do you think it’s funny? Russ wasn’t just some trash on the streets. He was cared about. He had friends and family who’ve been haunted all these years by the mysterious way hedied. Don’t you care even a little? Weren’t you friends with him?”
That was a stretch, but he’d let Popcorn continue believing it if he needed to. Not many people liked Russ, hell, not even Flix had liked him by the end. He’d been a selfish, overly eager prick, always after finding a shortcut. Screw the high road; if there was a low road, Russ would take it. That was just the kind person he was. Friends and family?
He had maybe two friends on a good day and only one surviving family member.
Who Flix was picturing on his back with his thighs spread around his waist.
“Him who?” Flix dared to push Popcorn’s boundaries a bit more, curious to see how far he could get the other guy to crack. He’d misspoken just now, and there was no way in hell Flix wasn’t about to take advantage of that. “You referring to Russ still, Popcorn? Or someone else?”
“I meant his loved ones,” he quickly backtracked, but it was a bald-faced lie, and Flix didn’t even need to be able to see him to catch on to that fact.
“Ah,” he pretended to make some grand revelation. “You mean the brat, don’t you? Yeah, I remember now. Russ had a kid brother. Clingy little thing. Don’t tell me…There’s no way you’re him, right?” He was not. Three weeks of torture, though, and this was the best opportunity Flix had seen. “What was your name again? Something with an…E?”
“Word of advice, stop talking.”
“Giving me advice now, too, Popcorn? Wait. Was it Eskel? Ezekial? Eben? No, none of those sound right. Forget the advice, do me a solid and give me a hint.”
