Tank nudged Clover toward the table. “Go on, boy, show us the goods.”
“N-now?”
Tank nodded. “Yes, now.”
Clover swallowed and looked between Pyro and Boar. Both men gravitated closer when he put his palms on the table, back straight, ass on show. He couldn’t deny that with Tank around to make him feel slightly more secure, this was pretty hot. He was way past worrying about people rejecting him for his albinism. Guys either liked him or they didn’t, and that was that.
He did make a point of caring about his hair, and keeping his skin in good condition. Of course he wanted to be attractive to others, so he did feel nervous whether he could be Pyro and Boar’s type as much as he was Tank’s. Still, being ogled like livestock made him self-conscious.
Pyro took a deep breath and ran his hand down Clover’s back. “He’s something special, isn’t he? All pale like that.”
Boar snorted and approached from the other side. “Not on the face.”
That much was true. Clover’s cheeks were on fire.
Clover held in a yelp when rough fingertips trailed down his back before dipping between his buttocks, where he was still sore and hot.
“How about we sample him now?” Pyro said above him in a low voice that sent a dark shiver all over Clover’s body and clutched at his neck.
“Might have gotten a bit too enthusiastic with him, isn’t that right?” Tank murmured and gently pressed on the flesh between Clover’s shoulder blades, pushing his chest down to the tabletop. “Show them your pink asshole, boy.”
Clover gasped, rolling his burning forehead against the cool wood. It wasn’t even humiliating, he was just… shocked how matter-of-factly Tank spoke of it all. His face had been hot before, but now it throbbed, as if there was molten lava flowing underneath his skin. And how fucked up was it that excitement pooled in his balls at the idea of Boar and Pyro seeing him up to the very last detail?
“Yes, it was intense, Daddy,” he whispered, but reached back and parted his buttocks, figuring that no matter how furiously his heart beat, he’d be fucking these guys sooner or later, so he might as well rip off the Band-aid of embarrassment.
He recognized Boars short grunt when the guy uttered, “Oh, fuck.”
Warm air caressed Clover’s sensitive hole, and a heat intense enough to make his knees shake licked up his crack as Pyro’s fingers dug into the flesh of Clover’s ass. The caress was so unexpected Clover froze, unsure if he was to remain still or try to stab himself on the thick, insistent tongue. But when Pyro lapped at his hole again, he moaned, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as unfamiliar sensations pulled at his limbs.
Boar’s fingers were surprisingly gentle on Clover’s scalp. “That’s so fucking hot. We might have to take a few detours on this trip to New York to enjoy him that bit longer.”
Clover whimpered, breathing harder when Pyro teased him with his tongue, drawing wet circles on hypersensitive flesh. Was this really happening? Was he about to embark on a fuck fest road trip with a bunch of guys who would keep him safe from abduction and fuck his brains out?
He’d been afraid just minutes ago, but now this seemed like the greatest idea of all time.
“Yes,” he choked out, stirring his hips against Pyro’s face. “I’ll be available. Within reason,” he added, but then Pyro grabbed his legs and lifted him to kneel on the edge of the table. Clover was breathless, naked, his cock already swelling again.
Boar appeared at Clover’s side, a small smile tugging on his lips. “He’s so tiny.”
“A jalapeno’s tiny too,” Clover said breathlessly, relishing Pyro’s attention. He’d never been rimmed before, but he already wanted more.
Boar laughed, clutching at Clover’s hair, just as Pyro licked along the rim of his hole. “Someone’s ready for more fun.”
But Tank chose this moment to step in. He squeezed Clover’s hand and cleared his throat. “I think he’s had enough for one day. The kid needs some food and rest before we set off north.” He unceremoniously pulled Clover off the table and while Clover was so into the rimming he wanted it to go on forever, he also appreciated Tank’s care. Whatever happened, he’d be under the protection of a reasonable man.
Pyro grinned. “Come on, can’t leave him hanging.”
Clover’s dick agreed, and he looked up, already feeling mischievous about what he was about to say. “Please, Daddy?”
Tank huffed, but his eyes glazed over, and he spun Clover around, pulling him to his naked chest. “Fine, but be quick,” he told Pyro.
The blue-haired rogue winked at Clover before dropping to his knees and sucking his cock right in. There was no ceremony to it, no foreplay, only raw need for dick that had Clover’s head spinning. In Tank’s arms, with another man’s head moving right in front of his crotch and saliva still damp between his buttocks, Clover felt like he’d suddenly become the center of the universe.
Boar was there for it too, his soft eyes watching the scene, and while he didn’t speak much, the front of his pants tented.
“That’s it. Just relax, pretty boy,” Tank whispered, nuzzling Clover’s ear.
Pyro’s head bobbed faster now, his actions leaving no room for Clover to think. After the rimming, all he needed was this quick blow job for release, and he came in under a minute, panting and shivering in Tank’s arms. When his knees buckled, the giant of a man was there to hold him.
Pyro swallowed the whole load and wiped his lips when he got up, piercing Clover with his lusty gaze. “You’ll be sucking my dick next time. It’s got a curve that’ll drive you wild when I stick it in you, but you’re getting a pass until you rest.” He turned to Boar. “You on the other hand, look hungry.”
Boar’s eyes met Clover’s, locking for a moment and communicating the desire overflowing in his body, but he nodded at Pyro, pulling on his belt and leading him down the corridor.
Which left Clover alone with Tank once more, still safely tucked in the strong arms.
“I’d say that was a success,” Tank said, letting Clover go.
Clover didn’t even consider backing away, and turned in Tank’s embrace. He stood on his toes and wrapped his arms around Tank’s thick neck. “Thank you for the… encouragement,” he whispered, feeling as if he’d just peeled another layer of his protector’s facade.
Tank’s handsome face twisted into a smirk. “You’re welcome, boy. It’ll be a pleasure to work with you.” He emphasized his words with a squeeze to Clover’s ass.
Emboldened yet overwhelmed, like a kid drowning in too much candy, Clover took the risk and arched even higher to kiss Tank’s lips. He’d heard ‘I don’t do kissing’ quite a few times in his life, and he’d hate to spoil the mood, but his stomach kept tingling from all the butterflies trapped inside, chest still hot after the orgasm, so what the hell.
The hot lips didn’t respond at first, but Tank soon caught up and grabbed Clover’s thighs. Clover understood his cue and wrapped his legs over Tank’s hips. The ease with which Tank lifted him had Clover’s body on fire, and he deepened the kiss, savoring the warm flavor of his new lover.
He’d never thought he’d be comfortable with this kind of situation, but the attention from not one but three fully grown men made him too hot for words. As long at Tank kept his promise to make sure the others didn’t hurt him in any way, this arrangement might just work out for Clover.
Tank smiled when their lips parted, and there was something genuinely happy about the look on his face. “Go on, get some pants and you can grab one of my T-shirts.”
He set Clover back on the floor and patted his ass, urging him away. Clover winked over his shoulder, so intoxicated by the pounding in his chest that he walked into a wall.
Tank chuckled, resting his huge hands on his hips. “Dress, and then we’ll think about getting something to eat.”
Clover rubbed his arm where it had collided with the wall, and rushed down the corridor. He’d almost made it to the room where he’d le
ft his pants when someone grabbed his elbow. He was about to yelp but a cold hand smelling of nicotine curled around his mouth.
Fear gripped his heart in its cold, tight fist, causing it to beat frantically when Drake pulled Clover into an unfamiliar room and pushed him against the wall. “I can smell your lies from miles away,” he said matter-of-factly when his bitter-scented fingers slid from Clover’s mouth.
Clover blinked, suddenly off his cloud nine and shoved naked into an ice cold lake. But as unpleasant as this was, Tank’s protection made him bold, so he straightened and looked into the black eyes. “You’re smelling cum, not lies.”
Drake snarled, his handsome face turning into a mask of fury. For half a second Clover worried he might have misstepped, and Drake would beat him unconscious before any of the others could stop him, but the man huffed and poked his finger into Clover’s chest. “I’m watching you.”
Chapter 5 – Clover
Clover pulled up his pants, stilling when he caught a glimpse of his own reflection in the mirror on the door of an open wardrobe. He approached it to have a better look at the bruises on his neck. He couldn’t find it in himself to resent the ones left behind by Tank. The way he’d grabbed Clover while fucking him had been so arousing a hot tingle drizzled down Clover’s body at the memory of it.
In the corner of his eye, Clover spotted a tiny red light, and when he did a double take, he realized it was a phone left on the bed. A beat-up old thing that could only be a burner.
He made a mental note of it at first, but then fury flared up in him like a phoenix, and he grabbed the device with new purpose. This could be his only chance to tell Jerry what he thought of him and his backstabbing, friend-selling, betraying, knife-in-the-back, ass.
The phone was of the old kind that didn’t have Internet access, with rubber buttons and a tiny black-and-white screen, but it would do the job.
He picked it up, briefly listening for whether there were no footsteps coming his way, but no. He was alone. Tank had offered him a couple of minutes to dress in peace, and none of the others would enter their leader’s room without permission.
It was now or never.
He grabbed the phone, his fingers shaking as he chose the first few digits. He’d been left with nothing, since his own phone was either still at Jerry’s or sold, but he remembered the bastard’s number by heart. The jobs he’d done for that fucker required a good memory and attention to detail. Correction. Had been doing.
Air caught in Clover’s lungs when Jerry picked up the call. He wasn’t sure what to say at first, but then it came out in a flood of emotions.
“You motherfucker. You think you can just sell me off? I’ve worked two years for you. Two years! No one brought in as many leads as I did. Joke’s on you, because Riggs is dead, and I’ll come for you too one day. You won’t even see me coming, it’s gonna be some ninja shit!”
“I’ll see you. You’re hard to miss in a crowd, Clover. Don’t threaten me. You’ll regret it, little boy. If you want to come back, stop being a big baby and tell me where you are.”
Clover’s head heated up with fury. “In your fucking dreams, asshole. No one can touch me now. I’m invincible. Try me if you can find me!”
“Someone else will. With that kind of money on the table, I’m guessing you’ll be off the streets soon enough. Don’t you worry.”
Clover’s heart beat so fast it got out of sync, and he turned the phone off so abruptly it slipped out of his hands and fell onto the bed.
Jerry was full of shit. No one would be coming for Clover. Why would they?
Clover took a deep breath to calm himself down. He’d said his piece. That was good enough for now. After a moment of hesitation, he snatched Tank’s black T-shirt and pulled it up to his face to smell the scent of safety. The cologne reminded him of the massive man who had his back from now on. All Clover needed to do was stick around for a while and be a ‘good boy’ until he could disappear in the vast crowds of New York City.
Would it be weird if he put on the used T-shirt instead of helping himself to one that was clean? He rubbed his cheeks against the fabric and hummed in pleasure when the fresh yet musky scent filled his nose, creating a sense of peace he hadn’t felt in a long time.
Perhaps it was too early to put his trust in Tank, but he needed to hold on to something.
Clover ended up pulling on used black T-shirt, and it was so large it hung halfway to his knees and looked more like a dress than a T-shirt, but it was warm, smooth, and prolonged the sense of peace he’d felt after those last few orgasms.
He didn’t wear black, as he felt the contrast with his features was too harsh, but it didn’t matter now. He was about to leave the room, but then remembered Tank was naked in the kitchen, so he grabbed a few things for his new protector. That would definitely get him some ‘good boy’ brownie points.
He took a deep breath, forcing away the memories of Jerry, and of Riggs’s dead body, and walked down the corridor, heading toward the voices in the kitchen.
He spotted Drake first. The guy’s narrow, angular face was as sharp as the long blade he was taking care of, and when he turned his head Clover’s way, the sleek dark hair he had tied back slapped his cheek. He said nothing, just stared with those creepily intense black eyes, as if it was his intention to murder Clover with that look alone.
Clover drifted Tank’s way, but made sure to take the route that didn’t involve walking past Drake. “I brought you some clothes.”
Tank smiled and pulled Clover down by the arm to kiss him. “I like you in my T-shirt. You should sleep in it.”
Drake let out an incomprehensible grunt. Was he jealous of Tank, or something? If that was the case, things could get super messy pretty fast.
“Or maybe you’d rather sleep naked?” Tank continued, accepting the clothes and putting them on. Every time their eyes met, chemistry sizzled in the air, which again made Clover feel more at ease about this arrangement. As long as Tank enjoyed having him around, he’d make sure nothing happened to his new boy toy. Hopefully, he’d be content enough with Clover until they reached New York.
“Maybe put a collar on him already,” Drake grumbled from his corner.
Tank snorted and stroked Clover’s head. “Nah, he’s been a good boy so far.”
Clover wasn’t sure if that meant a collar was something he should expect in the future, but he needed to find out. “You into that, Daddy?” he teased when Tank pulled Clover into his lap, demonstrating his amazing strength once more.
“You chose to stay. No need for a collar. I only discipline boys who need it,” Tank said with a grin, but looked over Clover’s shoulder at Drake. “Unlike some people who just enjoy it.”
Oh.
Oh no.
“I’m not sure if I’m into pain that much,” Clover said, and pressed himself tightly against Tank’s chest.
Drake watched Clover like a cougar would a gazelle. “If I chose to pursue you, which I won’t, you would have squirmed and begged me for dick. And for the record, I like bondage, not pain.”
The words hung in the air and made Clover unsure what to think, but Drake wouldn’t even blink, so in the end Clover lost the silent battle of wills. His gaze swept over a plate of sandwiches in the middle of the table, and he helped himself to one when Tank pulled them closer.
“So, who are those New York friends of yours?” he asked, petting Clover’s naked thigh.
Clover shrugged. “Just these friends I met when they were visiting California. We spent an intense summer together. I’m more interested in you guys. I’m very plain, really.”
Tank smiled and grabbed a strand of Clover’s white hair. “Hardly so.”
“Fucking humble-brag,” Drake muttered, and the threatening sound of scraping made by the sharpened blade got faster.
Pyro and Boar burst into the kitchen through a door on the other side, both flushed and smiling.
“I need a drink,” Pyro announced, and walked toward the frid
ge after capturing Boar’s lips in a final kiss. His shoulders were relaxed when he produced another bottle of beer, but before his lips could meet the glass, he squeezed Clover’s cheeks with one hand and gave him a loud smooch. His skin smelled of fresh cum, making Clover hyperaware of his presence. The kiss ended with a nip on his lips, and he had to stifle the reflex to follow the older man.
“Such a little hottie. Good thing we searched the house. Would have been a shame if he died,” Pyro said, winking,
Clover groaned and put his arm around Tank’s neck. “Don’t talk about me like I’m not here.”
Pyro snorted. “Feisty too. Saw us kill two people and doesn’t seem much bothered. You a secret assassin, sweets?” He pinched Clover’s cheek. “Nickname: Ghost.”
Clover rolled his eyes. “Very creative.”
Drake shook his head. “ASSassin more like.”
Boar opened a cupboard and pulled out a large pan. He’d changed into a plaid shirt in a cheery blue color, and where Drake was a storm cloud, Boar’s demeanor was all sunshine. “Give him a break. Both of you. Boy’s been through a lot of shit.”
Drake took out another knife for whetting. “No, he hasn’t. We saved him.”
“You don’t know that. How long have they kept you there?” Boar asked, grabbing a whole box of eggs next.
Clover grasped at the opportunity to play up the victim game. “A while. I don’t wanna talk about it, okay?”
The room went silent for a second, but then Boar approached him, pushing his warm hand into Clover’s hair. “You wanna help me make the eggs?
Clover leaned to the touch of the big hand. “I can barely boil water for instant ramen.”
Boar snorted and urged him up. “Then it’s about time for you to learn the basics, come on.”
Pyro sat next to Drake and nudged him with his elbow, grinning. He pointed to Clover with his chin, but Drake just squinted and shook his head.
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