“That’ssirto you.”
“Sorry, sir.” Will sinks to his knees, hoping his attempt to distract the man isn’t too obvious.
Hal snorts. “Seems like you’re waiting to have something in your mouth.”
“What gave it away?”
Hal smiles, but he still takes a step forward and slaps Will for his bluntness.
Keep it coming, asshole. Just stay away from the closet.
He grabs Will’s hair and tilts his head back. “You’d best pull it out if you want to choke on it so badly.”
Will pulls Hal’s cock out, hating how familiar it feels. He opens his mouth and slips it inside, looking up because he knows that Hal is looking down at him. He gives it his all, wishing they would move away from the closet. The way they’re standing, Hal can easily reach inside and fish out the recording devices.
“Oh, you’re in the mood tonight, aren’t you?” Hal strokes Will’s cheek, a rare gesture of gentleness from a man who’s all thorns. “You and I are going to get along just fine.”
Will would have ignored that comment if he didn’t know about the mayor’s secret plan for him. He can’t help but wonder how long they have been planning this and how they are supposed to execute that plan. Sending people to kidnap him in the middle of the night? Drug him while he’s at the mayor’s house and make him disappear without a trace?
He’s been living on borrowed time, gullibly waiting to leave this town while others were waiting to take away his freedom.
As expected, Hal goes through his usual dirty talk, and Will keeps on sucking until a dark realization suddenly sinks in.
Owen is hearing this.
Everyone in that van is hearing this.
The devices have been recording this whole time.
“Why the hell did you stop?”
Will swallows down his panic, though it nestles at the center of his chest, pressing on his lungs. It’s too late to stop now, and it’s out of the question to suggest moving to a different room without raising suspicion.
“Get up.” Hal pulls his cock out, and Will rises to his feet. “How’s your sister?”
Will frowns. “What?”
“Your sister. How is she?”
Hal has never asked about Julie, nor have any of the others at these events, even though they all must know she’s the reason he’s doing this. “She’s fine.”
“Hmm. I see.”
He has the audacity to look and sound disappointed, and Will’s control over his mouth is all but gone. “You’re one fucked-up son of a bitch, you know that?”
“That may be, but I’m not the one getting fucked tonight for money.” He tilts his head at the bed. “Lie down. This son of a bitch is going to teach you some manners.”
*
As they walk in one after the other, Will prays that those in the van have had the decency to cut out the volume. Something tells him that Owen would insist on them doing so, and that provides a degree of comfort.
When it’s finally over, he lies over the damp sheet, staring at the ceiling with his body sore inside and out.He should use this chance to try hiding the devices, but his brain demands a few moments of peace to collect itself.
He can’t hear the sounds from downstairs, but he assumes that the guests are still in the living room. They never leave right after, and sometimes they want him to stay as a decoration in the background.
He rubs his face and forces his tired and aching body out of bed. He should skip the shower and focus on his mission, but there’s too much of those men still on his skin. He starts the water in the tub, and before it can even get hot, he scrubs his body with quick and angry movements, but that can only do so much. He has enough experience to know he can never leave this house feeling clean.
He exits the shower, dries himself, and then gets dressed. Downstairs, he hears the faint sound of a telephone ringing, or maybe it’s the music. His shoes are still in the living room, but he was planning on doing this barefoot anyway. He takes out the two recording devices from the closet and examines them. They feel too big for him to walk around with, so he hides them back in his backpack.
