Without skipping a beat, Trevor punched Jay’s ribs, causing the man to hiss in pain.
“Let’s try this again.”
Daniel glared at Trevor before finally pulling down Jay’s underwear. For a moment, Trevor forgot how to breathe. When he remembered, he reached out to touch Jay’s limp cock. The man remained still as a statue as Trevor ran his fingers across the warm skin, around the wide crown, and over the noticeable slit. He wrapped his palm around the thick shaft and slowly tugged, causing the cock to stir.Well, ain’t that something. He leaned his face down to sniff Jay’s crotch, the musky scent hitting him hard. He rubbed his nose between the thick pubes and inhaled deeply. An unexpected temptation to suck Jay’s cock rose, but he didn’t want to give the wrong impression about their roles in this.Besides, he wasn’t the master cocksucker here.
“Danny, get to work.”
Even sitting, Daniel couldn’t stop swaying, yet he managed to hold Jay’s cock and carefully slide it between his lips. He focused on the crown, likely not lucid enough to deep throat.
“Let’s get you more comfortable.” Trevor pulled down the rest of Jay’s coverall, unable to remove it completely due to his bound hands. Although not ripped with abs, Jay’s stomach was flat, his chest well-defined with the right amount of hair.
“I thought you'd have tattoos,” Trevor said.
“Don't like needles.”
Too bad for you.
“Danny must have told you horrible things about me.”
Jay glanced at Trevor. “He never spoke about you. Guess you weren’t important enough.”
“Jeez, that hurt me right in the feelings.” He looked down and gawked at the sight of Jay’s growing erection. “I was wondering what Danny saw in you, but now I have a pretty big idea. No offense, but you don’t strike me as the kind of person he’d hang out with for intellectual purposes.”
A quiver in Jay’s jaw hinted he had taken offense.
Daniel stopped sucking. “You’re wrong.”
Trevor rolled his eyes and punched Jay's ribs again.
Daniel hurried to resume sucking.
“Isn’t he an expert?” Trevor whispered to Jay, his fingers stroking his chest and pinching each nipple. “I taught him everything he knows.”
“You and your sick parents?”
Trevor laughed. “Someone’s courage is as big as his cock!”
Jay glared at him. “This whole thing is about to blow up in your face. You want your brother to spend the rest of his life in prison? I’ve been there—he won’t survive a week.”
Trevor glanced at Andy, who stared back wide-eyed. They hadn’t discussed the possibility of the plan failing, and as always, Andy had been following blindly and putting all his trust in Trevor.
For a moment, Trevor wanted nothing more than to send his brother to safety, but they hadn’t been apart since they were kids. Sending him away felt like walking without a limb. He had spent years protecting his brother, unintentionally preventing him from fending for himself. It was too late to change that now, especially with their parents gone.
Trevor snipped that line of thought before further fear could spread. He held Jay’s jaw, digging his fingers into flesh and bones. “If you try messing with my head again, I’ll cut your tongue out and make Daniel eat it.”
Jay was smart enough to keep quiet. His cock had reached its full length by now. That beast must have made many women—and possibly men—both happyand sore.
“Enough.” Trevor patted Daniel’s head. “You did good. Now lie on your stomach.”
Daniel wiped saliva from his chin. “Why?”
“Danny...’
He gingerly turned around to lie down on the floor.
“Don’t make me do this,” Jay said quietly. “Please.”
“Not so tough now, are you?” He stroked Jay’s hard cock, still wet from Daniel’s spit. “If you can’t fuck with this thing, I’d rather smash it with a hammer. What’s it gonna be?”
