Page 22 of The Broker

“Welcome!” a second man shouted, sitting on a large brown and orange checkered couch. “Come on in and have a seat.” Theman threw his arm over the back of the couch and watched as they all walked in.

Isaac stumbled as his uncle pushed him forward into the living room. He rubbed his arm and winced again, having forgotten about last night’s after-dinner injury. A dinner that he made for himself consisting of peanut butter and jam on a slice of bread because someone had forgotten to go shopping for groceries once again.

“Go on, haves a seat beside Randolf overs there,” his uncle slurred.

The man reached for Isaac but somehow missed shoving his shoulder even though he was standing right next to him… not moving.

Isaac hesitated for a moment. Something felt weird about this. He glanced at the man on the couch, then back to his uncle and the man standing near the door.

What was he supposed to do? Say no, then go back out to the car and wait for his uncle to finish hanging out with his friends? Hopefully, they would all get back to their drinking and forget that he was even here.

Isaac swallowed, then made his way over to the couch next to the strange man he had never seen before in his life.

He stopped just shy of the couch and glanced over his shoulder at his uncle, who was accepting a large wad of cash from the bearded man. His uncle quickly flipped through the bills, then shoved them into his jeans.

“And how old did you say your nephew was again?” the man asked, looking over at Isaac.

Isaac’s stomach turned. This didn’t feel right at all.

“Just turned eighteen last month,” his uncle muttered, giving Isaac an unsettling smirk.

Lies. He was fifteen, turning sixteen in three months.

“Sounds good,” the man beside Isaac said, placing his hand on Isaac’s shoulder.

“You be good, and Uncles Jed wills come grab ya in the mornin’,” his uncle said, turning to head toward the door.

“Uncle Jed!” Isaac shouted, jumping to his feet. His heart was pounding. He knew that something was definitely wrong and didn’t want to be left here alone with these men.

The large, bearded man stepped in front of Isaac and smiled.

“Don’t worry, sweet thing. You get to hang out with Uncle Randolf and Uncle Martin. We’re gonna have a great time together.”

Isaac heard the car door slam shut, then the engine roar to life. A moment later, his stomach dropped as he listened to the tires on his uncle’s car squeal as he sped off into the night.

He left him. His uncle had left him. Here, alone, in this strange house with two men he had never met before.

His hands were shaking.

The man on the couch reached over and took Isaac’s hand.

“Why don’t you have a seat and relax? Would you like a beer? How ’bout a hit?” The man held up a joint and took a puff.

Isaac watched the smoke from the joint leave the man’s lips and disappear into the air around them. He wished that he could disappear—right here, right now.

His body began to tremble. He had no idea what to do.

The man who had greeted them at the door pushed Isaac down onto the couch and took a seat, sandwiching him in between the two of them.

“There, isn’t this nice and cozy?” Martin asked, placing his hand high on Isaac’s thigh.

There was no mistaking what these men intended to do.

His heart was pounding in his chest.

Did these guys pay his uncle so that they could have sex with him? Did shit like that even happen?

Next to him, Randolf placed his hand on Isaac’s other thigh and began rubbing it close to his cock.

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