“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” Connor said as he walked out onto the porch.
Justice stepped out of the car and grinned at him, “Oh, I help myself all the time. A big dick here, a tight hole there. I am constantly helping myself.”
Connor lifted his chin, “You gonna fix Drake’s lawn?”
Justice looked back at the large black divots he had left in his wake, “Aerating is good for it,” he said with a snort.
“Tell that to Drake.”
“Drake, whoever he is, can fucking bite me,” Justice said with a growl.
A drop dead gorgeous man with wavy blonde hair and deep blue eyes stepped out onto the porch and said, “No thanks, I prefer to bite my fiancé Hunter, during his epic orgasms.”
Justice’s jaw dropped because, damn, this guy made his dick throb. “Wait, did you say your fiancé is Hunter? You mean the Hunter that just tried to take my fucking head off?”
An equally ripped and gorgeous man, this one with soft brown hair and golden-brown eyes, stepped out onto the porch, smirked at Justice as he said, “Your head would be gone if I’d tried. I missed on purpose, hotshot,” then he turned, pressed his lips to the other sexy man and said, “They’re asleep again. I’m catching a nap for an hour,” then he pressed a baby monitor into the man’s hand. Baby monitor? A fucking baby monitor? Justice had a strong urge to jump back into his car….and get the fuck out of there. He didn’t do kids. Okay, that sounded totally wrong in his head, he thought. He never had anything to do with kids, there, that was much better.
“What the fuck are you smiling at, Thyme?” Connor said, breaking him from his thoughts.
“Your tiny dick, Braddock.”
“You don’t have many friends, do you?” handsome dude with the baby monitor said.
Justice looked at him as said, “What do I need those for?”
Connor just shook his head and said, “Drake Malone, meet Justice Thyme, asshole extraordinaire.”
Drake snorted, “Does that title come with benefits?” he said as he walked down the steps to shake Justice’s hand.
“The best kind. Fuck benefits.”
“Oh, I get those too,” Drake said with a smile.
Justice pointed at the baby monitor, “Dude, do you really have a kid?”
“Nope.”
Justice exhaled, “Thank fuck, those things scare the shit outta me.”
Drake grinned, “I’ve got two,” he said as he flipped the monitor around showing the twin cribs lined up next to each other.
“What the fuck? Why would you adopt two of those things?”
Drake ran his finger gently over the screen showing the sleeping babies, “I didn’t, they’re mine,” he whispered.
“But, you’re with Hunter,” Justice said as he looked from the babies to Drake.
“I was married to their Mom. She died giving birth to them.”
“Oh man, that’s rough. I’m sorry.”
Drake’s eyes lifted to look at Justice, “Are you as good as Connor says you are?”
Justice glanced at Connor and then back at Drake, “I’m better.”
“Good, ‘cause you need to be. We need you to find this guy, this Garrett, alive.”
“I will.”
“Come inside then and let’s get to work.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Blake’s hand automatically went to his weapon when he heard the boots thumping up the stairs. “Relax man. That’s Drake, Connor and that Justice guy.”
“What do we know about him anyways?”
“He’s done work for Connor before. And Cain has worked with him. Apparently, he’s really good at what he does.”
“Which is what?”
Brent frowned, “Not sure, exactly.”
The knock on the door had their heads turning. Blake, who was in the kitchen with Tiny, moved the man behind his body as he watched both Brent and JD head for the door. JD glanced out the side window then positioned himself and then both of them nodded at Blake, who nodded back and only then did they finally open the door. Because even though it looked like it was just Drake, Connor and this guy Justice out there, they couldn’t be certain until they opened the door and got them inside.
Brent pulled the door open and Drake looked at him. “Everything okay?” Brent said.
“Yep. I’ve got Connor and Justice with me. Billy and Ben will be here shortly to go over those locations with Justice so he can plan where he wants to check for Garrett first.”
Brent glanced over the top of Drake’s head then stepped back and motioned them inside, “Come in,” he said.
“We’re here,” Ben said as they came up the stairs.
They walked over to the couch and Billy plugged an HDMI cable into the back of the TV then the other end went into his laptop and he set it on the coffee table while everyone grabbed the chairs from the kitchen table and brought them over so they would have places to sit. Everyone but Justice, who chose to stand, leaning against the wall next to the glass door that lead out to the deck.
“You got crabs or something Justice?” Connor said as he looked at the man.
“Nope.”
Connor just shook his head and waved his hand, “Mister tall, dark and broody back there is Justice Thyme. I’m not going to tell him all of your names because knowing him he’ll be gone before he learns them anyways.”
Justice smirked at that as everyone looked at him.
“Okay then,” Billy said as he picked up the remote and pointed it at the TV, “How about we get started then?”
“Yeah, the sooner we can find this asshole the better,” Blake said as the TV flickered on.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Garrett groaned as he began to awaken. He felt the warmth down his leg as his bladder let loose again but he no longer cared. He’d pissed himself so many times since he’d been in this hellhole he didn’t give a crap anymore, he could drown in his own urine for all he cared, hell, he’d probably welcome that now. “Fuck,” he mumbled as his wrists shifted in their shackles. For the most part, his body was numb now but if he moved, he’d get these piercing bolts of pain that would shoot through him to remind him that, yes, he was still alive in this nightmare. But most of the time his mind and body were numb – and that was how he preferred it. He didn’t want to think about anything else. He couldn’t think about anything else, if he did he was certain his mind would shatter and he’d never find his way back.
Although, at this point would that really be a bad thing?
Losing his mind would mean no memories of…..this.
That almost sounded like a relief to Garrett at this point. Except for one thing….his Granny Jude. She was his whole life right now, the only person who made him laugh, who made him smile, the only one who loved him. He didn’t want to think about what she’d do if he were gone – even if it was just mentally, it would still devastate her.
He growled into the dark room, he had to find a way out of here and back to her. He had to.
The sound of the steel door opening and closing had him slamming his eyes shut and playing dead – better that than the alternative - fucking Foster finding him awake and hurting him some more. Not that the asshole wouldn’t hurt him when he was passed out, he would and he had. He was just less likely to do it if Garrett was out cold.
Suddenly out of nowhere a fist came crashing into Garrett’s ribs along with a growled, “Wake the fuck up, asshole!”
“Fuck!” he moaned right after he heard the crack from one of his ribs breaking.
“Why, Foster, why are you doing this?” he mumbled as he tried to breathe through the pain.
Simon walked over to the wall, unlocked the chain that held Garrett’s arms up and said, “Because I can,” as he began to lower the man to the floor.
Garrett’s heart began jackhammering in his chest because being lowered to the floor was not necessarily a good thing. He’d found that out yesterday. Or was it the day before that? Fuck, he had no idea. Al
l he knew was that his jaw still hurt from where Simon had gripped it and forced it open. His throat was still raw from when Simon had shoved his cock into it repeatedly. And he swore he could still taste the man’s come when it had started to erupt from the man’s dick when he came. Thankfully, Simon had been filming what he was doing and needed to show more on the video so he had pulled back and shot the rest of his load on Garrett’s lips and chest, so he hadn’t been forced to swallow all of it. Thankfully? Garrett thought as he dropped to his knees once the slack gave way. That was what he was thankful for? The fact that he didn’t have to swallow all of Simon’s load? The fact that he could feel the dried mess on his lips and chest and knew it wasn’t deep in his belly? Fuck, this was a fucked-up mess, he was a fucked-up mess, he thought as he snorted a laugh.
“What’s so fucking funny?” Simon growled at him.
“Nothing.”
“Bet you won’t be laughing when I bury my dick in your ass again.”
Fuck, was that why he got him down? Garrett thought as his heart lurched in his chest.
Simon leaned down, grinned at him and patted his cheek, “Relax Princess, I’ve got plans for you and right now you fucking reek. It’s time to get you cleaned up and fed. Then we’ll get to the good stuff.”
He slid the chain from the eyelet on the back of Garrett’s wrist cuffs then yanked him to his feet by his armpit, “Come on, Princess. Your shower awaits.”
Two minutes later Garrett was stepping on shaking legs into the nastiest shower he’d ever seen. He had no idea what was living on that dirty, disgusting floor but he was certain there was something.
Simon reached in to turn on the water and Garrett screamed – both at the ice-cold temperature and also the sting of it hitting the various open wounds on his body. A minute later the hot kicked in and while that helped a little, it didn’t take away from the sting.
“Here,” Simon said as he handed him a bar of soap.
“What?” Garrett said as he stared at it.
Simon waved a hand at him, “Wash.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? Everything on me hurts, I can barely stand and hardly move and you want me to scrub my body? I don’t fucking think so.”
“If you don’t, I’ll strip down, get into that shower and do it for you while I rub my cock all over your ass. Who knows if I’ll stop there or slide it inside?”
“Fuck you,” Garrett growled as he plucked the soap from Simon’s fingers and put it under the spray.
He hissed and cursed and flinched but somehow managed to wash his body – although why he was doing this kept weighing heavier and heavier on him until he was certain his knees were going to give out.
“Out you go, princess,” Simon said as he reached inside to turn off the water.
As Garrett stepped out and into the towel that Simon was holding open, his dread only intensified.
“What are you going to do to me?” he whispered as Simon wrapped the towel around him.
He hissed as Simon began rubbing the towel into his skin, pressing onto bruises and sore areas.
“Whatever do you mean? Why do you think I’m going to do something to you?”
His head whipped around and he glared at Simon, “How about because you already raped me you fucking asshole,” he snapped because he was suddenly done, fucking done.
Simon smirked at him, the fucking prick, and then said, “Are you sure?”
“What?”
“Are you sure that’s what happened? Or did you just imagine it or hallucinate it when you were drugged?”
“You, you, you fucking drugged me too?”
Simon kept silently, painfully, drying his body.
Garrett squeezed his eyes shut, trying to ignore the pain and to think back to what he had felt, to what he had found on his body.
His eyes snapped open and he shook his head, “No, fucker, no. You don’t get to do that. You did rape me. My bleeding and sore asshole and the come dripping down my thighs was not a product of my imagination, fucker.”
Simon stood up, “And we are all done here. Come on.”
He only replaced one of the wrist cuffs, probably because he knew that Garrett was too weak to try any kind of escape right now.
He guided him into a different room than the putrid, cold one he had been in before. This one, he noticed with the one eye that wasn’t so swollen that he could still see out of it, had a small, square metal table with two chairs in the corner, a small bathroom in the corner, although the door had been removed from it, and, when his eyes swept to the left, a twin-sized metal framed bed with an uncovered dirty mattress on it and a blanket and pillow……and handcuffs dangling from the head and foot of it.
Garrett gasped, froze and then began violently shaking his head back and forth, “No, no, no, no, please, fuck, no,” he whispered.
Simon turned him so he was facing the table, “Look, I’ve got stew for you, and some bread.”
The panic Garrett was feeling was instantly replaced by his ravenous hunger from not having eaten in, fuck, he had no idea how long it had been. Two days? Three?
He ripped out of Simon’s hold, stumbled over to the table, fell into the chair and dove into the food.
“Don’t eat too fast, you don’t want to puke later,” Simon said as he closed and locked the door behind him and then sat in the chair across from Garrett.
Garrett glared at the man as he chewed his food, “You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?”
Simon sighed and looked away, “Why do you have to keep going there?”
“Because I’m trying to figure out why you’re doing this. What do you want from me?”
“I don’t want anything from you, Garrett.”
Garrett frowned, “Then who?” he said, his voice trailing off as his memories kicked in from when Simon had wanted to join their club, the things Garrett had noticed about the man, things that no one else had picked up on. “Dagger?”
“What? No, I’ve haven’t seen that snot-nosed kid in years.”
“Then why?”
Simon looked away, “He didn’t even know who I was,” he whispered.
“Who, Simon?”
“I saw him in a bar. It was my first time there and I was scared shitless but then I saw him. We locked eyes and he was so fucking sexy. I walked over and just when I opened my mouth to ask how he’d been he stuck out his hand an introduced himself. I, I was shocked but I went with it. I thought maybe he needed to do things this way, act like he didn’t know me, in order to hook up. So, I pretended I didn’t know him too. He took in the back, kissed me for like a minute then pushed me to my knees. I was terrified he’d know that I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing. I just kind of went with what I like, while trying not to shove his huge dick too far in and gag.”
Simon was silent for a while until Garrett finally had to say something. “What happened then, Simon?”
Simon’s head turned back and he glared at Garrett, “Fucker came down my throat. It was the best thing I’d ever tasted. He pulled me to my feet and I thought he was going to blow me too. But that selfish prick just shoved his hand down my pants and gave me a half-assed hand job until I shot my load in his hand. And then, and then….”
“And then, what?”
“He sneered like he was disgusted, wiped my come on the wall, mumbled a pathetic thanks and walked the fuck out.”
“Who was it Simon?”
Simon angrily wiped away a tear, “That giant mother-fucker is going to pay for making me feel like shit.”
Giant mother-fucker…where had Simon heard that before?
His eyes went wide, “Tiny,” he said with a gasp.
Simon’s head whipping around with that look on it – that look of guilt and shame but also pure fucking obsession – answered everything for Garrett.
“Jesus Christ, you’re using me to get to him. But why? It’s not like he and I were ever involved. He’s my friend, my best friend, that’s all.”
“I know
that.”
“So, why?”
“Because he’d do anything to protect his friends.”
“But why the fuck would you fucking rape me? He’s not gay, you asshole. What fucking point did that prove?”
“He sure was gay when he had my dick down his throat.” Simon said and then he pinned him with a glare, “Are you done eating?”
Garrett glanced down at his empty bowl, “Yes,” he whispered and those nerves that he felt early made his heart speed up in his chest as he watched Simon stand up, come around to his side of the table and lift him up.
“Simon, please. It doesn’t prove anything,” he pleaded as the man walked him over to the bed.
Tiny would’ve told him he was gay, wouldn’t he? They were best friends.
“That’s where you’re wrong. Lie down. On your back.”
“M-m-m-m-my back?” he whispered, confused.
Simon turned him and gently pushed him until his knees collapsed, which didn’t take much, and he fell back onto the mattress, then he pulled his arms up over his head, clamping them into the handcuffs as he said, “Yeah, Garrett, you might even enjoy it this time. You better, anyways. I need a good cumshot from you for the website.”
Those words sank into Garrett’s sleep deprived brain just as Simon moved to lock a handcuff onto Garrett’s left ankle.
“What?” he shouted as he kicked out with his right leg. “Your website? You’re going to put this shit on the web? What kind of sick fucker watches this shit? Fuucccckkkk,” he groaned when Simon brought his knees down hard on his ankle and a sickening crack reverberated throughout the room. Garrett’s vision began to blur as the pain washed over him and his stomach threatened to revolt. “Don’t fucking do that again,” Simon growled at him.
Garrett’s head rolled on the bed as the room spun, then his eyes, or eye, landed on the camera mounted up high in the corner of the room, then he saw another in the other corner. He was certain he was going to throw up when he realized that there were cameras in all four corners of the room….and they were filming him.
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