Nope. No condom. He could feel the cum as it slid down the inside of his thigh.
Not bothering to turn around, Reid pulled up his jeans and began doing up his fly.
“Thanks.” The man grunted as he tossed a fifty onto the ground before turning and making his way back down the alley.
Reid bent down and picked up the money.
He knew he should feel something. Anger? Disgust? But he didn’t feel anything. The drugs were doing their job and numbing the pain.
“You know, you could make so much more than a measly fifty,” a voice said from somewhere in the darkness.
Reid lifted his head, scanning the dark, until a figure emerged, stepping into the moonlight.
“A handsome guy like you should be working for me. Living in luxury and getting paid what he’s worth,” the man said in a thick Russian accent.
The man’s jacket collar was pulled up, hiding his face from anyone who dared to look.
“Thanks, but I don’t need a pimp,” Reid mumbled, shoving the cash into his jeans and starting to walk in the direction of the street.
“How does five hundred a night sound?”
Reid stopped for the briefest of moments.
It was that small moment of hesitation that would lead to the events that were about to unfold.
“Come. We’ll get you cleaned up and give you something warm to eat.” The man wrapped his arm around Reid’s shoulders.
It wasn’t until that moment that Reid realized he hadn’t eaten any solid food in the past three days. His stomach began to growl.
He’d been so focused on getting cash for drugs and finding a place to sleep that he hadn’t thought about making sure he ate.
What was the harm in hearing the man out? Perhaps having a pimp would make it easier to score tricks and get himself paid.
Looking back on that night, Reid realized that was the moment he handed himself over to the lion. There was no five hundred dollars a night. Yes, he had a place to stay and a fridge stocked with food, but he didn’t realize at the time how he and Nikolai had been manipulated into thinking they had a great life.
What twenty-year-old didn’t think their life was amazing when it was filled with sex, booze, and fancy gifts?
It wouldn’t take him long to realize that, with that style of life, came chains and control.
He was no longer free or able to leave, even if he wanted to. Mikhail and his guys controlled everything. Their bank accounts, their daily calendars, even when and where they went.
Mikhail and his crew were quick to remind them that New York was a dangerous place.
Accidents happen all the time.
14
NIKOLAI
“Ithink he’s broken,” Lucas whispered to his boyfriend, Caden, from across the living room.
Nikolai slowly looked away from the window and over his shoulder at the two men sitting on the couch, staring at him.
“That, or some alien pod has taken over his body and come here to impregnate us with its alien babies before taking us back to its mothership. You know, we’re not too far from Roswell. One of the aliens could have escaped,” Caden suggested to Lucas.
“You’re both dumb,” Nikolai said, stepping away from the window and walking over to the empty couch across from them.
He plopped his big ass down and stretched his arm along the back of the couch.
