Andy shook his head. “You’re not.”
Daniel stirred before opening his eyes.
This should be interesting.
He blinked to focus his sight, then slowly pushed himself to sit, his lovely cock next to his bound hands. His puffy face and bloodshot eyes indicated he was still drunk.
“Jay?”
“Surprise!” Trevor patted Jay’s shoulder. “Don’t ever say I don’t bring you anything.”
Daniel tried to stand, forgetting that his legs were also bound. He tripped and fell with a cry. Jay took a step toward him, but Trevor pulled him back and hissed, “Wasn’t I clear a minute ago?”
He pushed Jay down to his knees as Daniel hitched forward with his bare ass up in the air. When he reached them, he maneuvered himself into a sitting position and placed his bound hands on Jay’s chest, breathing heavily. “Are you okay?”
“He can’t really speak,” Trevor said.
“Shut up! You’re sick! He’s not a part of this.”
“Youmade him a part of this. Do you think I wanted him here?”
“Then... why is he here?”
“He’s been snooping at things he shouldn’t have. Dima lost his temper and brought him here.”
Daniel looked around in worry. “Is Dima here?”
“He’s out back, keeping the worms well-fed.”
Daniel’s eyes grew wide, and was that a trace of a smile on his lips? “You killed him?”
“Wasn’t my original plan, but you know me—rolling with the flow. Besides, Jay’s more my type.” He slid his palm down Jay’s chest, feeling the drumming of his heart.
Daniel shoved Trevor’s hand away. “Don’t touch him!”
“Don’t yell at Trevor!” Andy shouted.
“Let’s all calm down. Danny, don’t you see that Jay’s in pain? I want to help him, but I can’t if you get in my way.”
Daniel’s eyes darted to the nasty bruise on the side of Jay’s head. “He needs a bandage and painkillers.”
Trevor sighed. “You know how much I like it when you tell me what to do.”
Daniel flinched and looked down. “Sorry. Please help him.”
“Of course I will. We’re going to be the best of friends. Do you want me to free your legs and hands?”
“I... yes.”
“You’ll need to drink first.”
Daniel hesitated, likely conflicted between the desire to regain movement and the fear of losing more control. Trevor waited patiently for Daniel to finally nod. “I’ll drink.”
He would have drunk regardless, but Trevor always preferred having Daniel play along.
“Andy, bring the vodka from the fridge.”
Andy got up and carefully made his way out of the living room, keeping his distance from their new guest.
