“Like this, Mr. S?” Will asked sweetly, trailing his hands from my hips to my thin chest. His fingers sprayed over where my breasts were as if I were a girl.
“Stop.” Instantly, we both froze. Well, Will did a better job than I did, the drug doing other things to me as I still rocked against him. “Carson. Take over for my sweetling. Sweets, go back to your task.”
“But-“
“And here I thought you obeyed my every word. Was I wrong?”
“No, Sir. But-“
“You,” Mr. S snapped and pointed at someone, my eyes not following as things went too slow, yet too fast. “You can have him for the rest of the night. Do as you want.”
As the words were spoken, Will was removed from behind me. I would have fallen backward if it weren’t for the guard as he took the boys' place. Carson was bigger and taller. A part of me wanted to run, scream and beg. Instead, my body was moving again as Will all but disappeared from my mind.
That boy was no one to me. A pest. Someone who would be gone soon enough. Or I would be.
“Much better. Make him be a tease for us.”
I could no longer tell whose voice was whose. There was a pair of hands, rubbing along the dress, and my arms, and pulling noises from me that I never made before. I wanted to hide as a blush came forth, my cock so hard it was ready to burst.
If this was how I’d be broken from the inside out, it was working.
“Don’t let him cum, pet.”
Oh, there was more than one hand on me. Too many, and I didn’t like it, yet I wanted more.
So much more.
The drug took full effect, and all I could do was feel. Feel the sensations that were being pulled from me without my consent.
Chapter 7
I woke up on the bed, a blanket covering my body. Voices of other boys filled the space, yet I couldn’t move other than to breathe.
I would have wondered if I had died because nothing felt right. My head pounded like someone was taking a hammer to it. My beating heart was the same, beating away in my chest in the same type of tune.
I was afraid to move as my body slowly came to the land of wakefulness. I’d rather still be asleep. Or dead.
“It’s not my fault!” Will’s slight yell jarred me, causing everything in me to wake up all at once. Pain that I had forgotten came forth just as quickly.
What the hell happened?
I couldn’t remember much, if anything, after dancing with Will. Where he whispered things to me. I couldn’t recall what he had said, either. I knew it wasn’t anything good. But the words were lost, but not the touch.
I groaned, willing the pain to leave. I didn’t want to hurt again.
Despite what I had to do, the pain hadn’t happened nearly as much as it once had. For the most part, I was well taken care of in this place.
“Great. You woke him up.” That was Erik.
“So?”
“Shut up,” I muttered, but I didn’t think my voice was loud enough to be heard over their bickering.
Usually, they both stayed to their own devices, as did I. It was better for us all. Fighting, even with words, never meant good things here. The few boys who got mouthy were punished. One hadn’t returned to this room.
It had been a warning to the rest of us. Not that I needed a warning.
“Would you stop?” Erik hissed. “You’re going to get us both in trouble.”
