Page 121 of Brainwashed
“Let’s go,” I grunt.
I know it’s a few hours earlier than I usually leave, but I don’t care. I need to get the fuck away from this prison.
Kent speeds off and brings me back to the mansion. Once I’m inside and back upstairs in my room, I allow myself to pace.
What the fuck was I thinking, letting a serial killer suck my dick??
He’s a known psychopath. I mean, he’djustgot done telling me about how he practically bit some guy’s dick off, and then what do I do? I offer mine up, no hesitations.
Crawling onto my bed on all fours, I press my head onto the comforter and cover it with my arms. I’mfucked. Setting aside the fact that he’s a vicious murderer, he’s also aguy, and I don’t hook up with guys. I’ve literally never been attracted to the same sex before.
No hints, no curiosities. No experimenting in college. None of it.
I’ve always been vehemently straight.
But for some reason, something about Felix Darcey seems to cross my wires. I can’t even wrap my head around it.Why him??
Four billion men in the world, and I choose to have a gay experience with The Carver.
My insecurities are running rampant, my thoughts spiraling out of control. I need to focus. Get some perspective.Get this thing back on track.
Rolling off the bed, I go for the desk across the room, picking up Felix’s file. Sifting through papers, my notes mixed with crime scene photos, I’m not even sure what I’m looking for, but I just need to work. I need to be professional here. That’s the key.
Not letting the lunatic get in my head.
I find Felix’s most recent medical exam and bloodwork. They’re supposed to perform regular check-ups on all the inmates in Alabaster Pen, but to say it happens regularly would be a great stretch. Still, Felix gets treatment that other inmates don’t, and he has check-ups every few weeks.
My eyes scan over the information, and I feel myself calming down a bit. Sliding back into my role. I’m adoctor. Nothing else matters.
The STD list has boxes checked beside each one. HIV, hepatitis, syphilis, and gonorrhea, all negative. It reminds me of his story about the unprotected sex… The guy who begged Felix to come inside him.
I close my eyes and swallow.Focus.
Reopening them, I toss the files down and reach into my pocket. I take out my phone and go to my recordings. The last one is from yesterday…
It was recording the whole time. I keep forgetting about that fact.
A mischievous frisson runs through me as I stare at the recordings. My brain is telling me to delete it…
I haven’t uploaded it to the Warden’s server yet, and I probably won’t.Why would I??I don’t want anyone knowing I’ve participated in a sex act with an inmate. Whether the guards do it is irrelevant… I’m not aguard. I’m a fucking doctor.
Still, my finger taps the button to play the recording. Completely against my will.
There’s a lot of silence at first. I didn’t really know what to say to him, after the jerk-off thing, and I figured if I just sat still and quiet, like I used to when we first met, he’d go a little crazy and give me some new information to work with.
But instead, he just kept asking me all kinds of questions about myself. Like we were on a date or something. It’s pure nonsense.
Wandering over to the bed, I take a seat, listening to the recording while desperately seeking any indication that I didn’t initiate what happened.He was telling me the story about that rapist who was face-fucking him in an alley… And Felix bit his dick.
My stomach flips. He made me laugh.How does he make me laugh??He’s a ferocious killer.
No one makes me laugh… This is severely disturbing.
Listening closer, I shift on the bed. He was sort of hitting on me. No surprise there. He tends to do that.
But then I offered it. The wager.
I made a bet with him that he could suck me to orgasm in five minutes.
