The man studied me for a moment and then stood. His lips curled into a sneer as he turned to look at Tristan. “Did he leave you out, pretty boy?” Drake asked. Anxiety tore through me as he began rubbing his cock. “How about you and I show him what he was missing out on?” Drake murmured as he pulled his phone from his pocket and then began working the button on his pants free.
Tristan closed his eyes as Drake approached him.
“No!” I screamed as even the idea of this man touching Tristan made me want to gag. Drake cast me an ugly smile and then freed his cock from his pants before using his gun hand to snag Tristan’s hair again. A whimper erupted from Tristan’s throat.
“He’s HIV-positive!” I yelled desperately, hoping like hell the man’s self-preservation instincts kicked in since I wasn’t sure if his plan was to make it out of this thing alive or not.
Drake paused in the act of getting ready to rub his dick against Tristan’s mouth. “You’re lying!” he snarled.
“No,” I said in a rush. “That’s why Memphis wouldn’t fuck him.”
Drake hesitated and then looked down at Tristan.
“He picked up one of his prescriptions today,” I said quickly. “It’s in his pocket. You can google it!”
Drake still seemed uncertain and when he made no move to check Tristan’s pocket, I forced back a tremor of fear and said, “It would hurt him more if it was me.”
That got Drake’s attention and his eyes shifted back and forth between me and Tristan. He released Tristan’s hair and then reached into his pocket and dug out the prescription bottle. But he didn’t bother checking it on his phone. He just tossed the bottle to the floor and stepped away from Tristan. Relief went through me, but it was short-lived as the man turned his attention on me.
“Brennan,” Tristan said, his voice high.
“Tristan, make sure Tanner keeps his eyes shut,” was all I said as Drake shuffled towards me, his cock flushed with color. His gun was in one hand, his phone in the other. He stopped in front of me andstudied me for a moment, his lips curling up into an ugly smile. His cock bobbed as he stepped even closer to me and I could smell his pungent body odor. Drake played with his phone for a moment and then held it so it was facing me. Humiliation went through me along with the fear of what was about to happen, but I forced myself to remain calm. If I didn’t give this man what he wanted, he might go after Tristan. Or worse. I dropped my eyes for the briefest of moments and connected with Tristan who was leaning down to say something to Tanner, whose face was still pressed against Tristan’s chest. I saw Tanner nod emphatically and I knew Tristan was doing what I’d told him. I tried to send Tristan a reassuring look, but I knew I probably hadn’t managed it because my insides were rejecting that any of this was real.
“What’s your name, beautiful?” Drake asked, though I knew he already knew it. It was clearly just a way to play with me…and Memphis.
“Brennan,” I said.
“Brennan, you want to see what a real man’s cock tastes like?” he asked.
I closed my eyes and fought back the tears that threatened. I just needed to keep this man happy long enough for Memphis to get here. I had no idea how long I’d been unconscious for or even if we were still in Washington anymore, but I had no choice. I knew with unwavering conviction that Memphis was coming for us.
I gave Drake a nod, but when he clucked his tongue and wagged his finger at me, I said, “Yes.”
“Tell Memphis what you want.”
I managed to stifle a sob as I whispered, “Memphis, I want to taste a real man’s cock.”
“Good boy,” Drake murmured and then he was shoving his cock in my face. “Suck it real good and maybe I won’t see how wide the little one can open his mouth.”
The confirmation that Tanner was indeed at risk had me ignoring the fact that I was being videotaped and everything else as I took Drake’s dick into my mouth and sucked hard. He let out a groan and immediately began fucking my mouth. Tears stung myeyes both because my gag reflex was kicking in and because I knew what this would do to Memphis…to Tristan…to all of us.
His taste was rancid and it took everything in me not to spit him out and vomit in the hopes of escaping his flavor. I felt Drake’s gun hand on my head and I couldn’t stifle the whimper of pain that escaped me when he yanked my hair as he shoved to the back of my throat. “I see Memphis didn’t teach you the proper way to suck dick,” Drake snapped and then he pulled his cock free.
Panic shot through me and I quickly said, “I’m sorry! Please, I can do better. Please!”
Drake’s cold mouth twisted in pleasure and then he stepped forward again. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend I was back in Memphis’s hotel room, his beautiful body splayed before me, his thick shaft hungry for my touch. I teased Drake’s cock with long licks up and down his length before I swallowed him down again. This time I focused all my attention on pleasing him and when I took him in as far as I could, I hummed around his flesh and then swallowed. Drake groaned in pleasure and began fucking my mouth with renewed fervor.
“You taught your little slut well, Memphis,” I heard Drake say. Humiliation was like a living thing crawling along my skin, but I ignored it and did everything I could to get the man off. But he caught on to my plan and snagged me by the hair again and yanked my head back, pulling his cock free of my mouth.
“You aren’t getting off that easy,” he murmured. “We’re just getting started.”
He did something to the phone before speaking directly at it and I realized he’d turned the view so it was on him instead of me. “Intermission, My Sweet,” he said huskily. Then he pushed some buttons and I heard the telltale whooshing sound that meant he’d sent a message. I wanted to curl up in a ball and die as I realized Memphis would now be witness to my humiliation. But the feeling was short-lived as Drake tucked the phone in his pocket and then pulled a knife from a holster in his boot. At first I thought he was going to cut me with it, but all he did was slice through the zip tie at my feet and then the one that had me secured to the anchor in thewall. My hands remained bound behind my back. He yanked me to my feet and began dragging me towards the corner of the room. My stomach fell and I barely managed to stifle the choked sob that caught in my throat when I realized where he was taking me.
Tristan realized it at almost the exact same time. “No!” he screamed and then he was struggling to get free of his bindings. “Brennan, no!”
“Tristan-”
“No! Take me!” Tristan shouted. “You can use a condom! It’s safe with a condom!”
