Page 66 of Freaks Of Nature
Rap music plays from a speaker in the corner while a pungent mix of alcohol and cigar smoke fills the room.
I watch him narrow his eyes, then cock his head thoughtfully. I assume he’s considering where to burn me this time.
His fingers twist the cigar in a loose hold, and I get the feeling something is off before his words hit me.
“Drop your pants.”
What?
“What?” I feel Ash flinch beside me, our twin minds mirroring each other.
“You heard me. Whip it out. Give it a stroke.” He motions at me with his cigar. “Show us what you’re working with.”
I don’t get it. He wants me to jack off?
I watch him slouch in his chair, raising the cigar back to his lips like it’s a casual request.
But I know better.
My stomach churns with dread as I go for the button on my fly and release the zipper. My breaths shake. My hands tremble. But I don’t let my fear show. Hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my boxer briefs, I shove them down along with my jeans.
“Well look at that!” Ely exclaims, facing his friends with a nod toward me. “You might got yourself some competition here, Tom. Boy’s not even fully grown yet.” He takes another drag, expelling a white plume of smoke. “Barely hit puberty,” he adds with a laugh before stomping the cigar butt out in the ashtray to his right.
Straightening in his seat, he refocuses on me, fingers laced as he leans forward excitedly. “Go on then. Don’t be shy.”
Shutting my eyes, I blow out a shallow breath. It’s not the first time I’ve touched myself for the purpose of pleasure, but never with an audience. I don’t want to see their faces staring back at me.
My fingers start trembling even more when I close my grip, and I swallow hard, pretending they’re not there to get myself through this.
I drag my palm up and down from head to base in a steady motion, the smooth skin shifting beneath my touch. More blood immediately rushes to my dick, rippling through my thighs and swelling the stiff length in my grasp.
It feels so good.
“Stop.”
My eyes fly open at the command, and I’m confused for a second. Hedoesn’twant me to finish?
“Oh, we’re not done here,” Ely clarifies, reading the hint of relief on my face.
His eyes are two black pits staring back as his next words shatter me.
“Bend over.”
My skin catches fire. My lungs seize. I can’t breathe. I’ve never been so scared in my life.
The men exchange nervous looks. They don’t appear to have expected this either.
Ely’s eyes drift from me to Ash.
“You sick fuck,” I hear his barely audible voice.
“Ely,” Jonathan interjects. “They’re brothers for crying out loud.”
“Give him the toy to use on him, then,” he says, motioning to the other man. “And lube it up. It’s his first time after all.” A dark chuckle trails his comment that scrapes like nails down my back.
“No!” Ash bellows as arms seize him to my left. “I won’t. Fuck! I won’t fucking do this.” His shoes scuff against the ground to fight against Thomas’ hold, but we both know it’s futile.
Jonathan returns from another room, something in his hand as he comes up to Ash. I can’t turn to look.
