Page 14 of Tell No One
“Okay. But after me.” Delaney had no choice, these offers were part of the whole event, but Tag would get some of that money so he assumed the kid would be fine with it. Even if the kid hadn’t known exactly what he’d be getting into, he knew he’d be expected to fuck.
Hassan shrugged. “He has passion.”
“But not much sense.”
“Beauty and passion are more than enough. I don’t suppose you’d care to make a private arrangement? Exclusively mine and yours until morning and I’ll pay you twenty thousand.”
“A private deal wouldn’t go down well with our hosts.”
“What they don’t know…?” Hassan raised his eyebrows.
Delaney shook his head. He didn’t need to come to Norbury’s attention for the wrong reason.
Hassan looked disappointed. “I’ll speak to them.”
Delaney hoped they said no, but even so, he could work around there being two of them with Tag.
Before Delaney had reached the stables, he’d accepted three more offers for Tag, which would be arranged through the organisers and for which Vadim and Tag would be paid a percentage. A fuck, blow job and rimming. All requests had been recorded by his mask for possible future use. Paying for sex and providing sexual services for payment were legal in the UK but owning or managing a brothel, pimping and pandering, were crimes. Delaney suspected clever lawyers could manoeuvre Norbury out of trouble.
The stables had once been used for actual horses, but the interior had been opened out and all the ponies were tied in a line. Their arms were up on a rail and Delaney imagined it must be a relief not to be bent over. If he hadn’t been too old at thirty-seven, he might well have been where Tag currently stood. And looking unhappy, just like Tag. Delaney sighed.
Tag’s groom began working on the guy with long blond hair, and Delaney went to deal with Tag himself. He took the bit out of his mouth and held a container of water below his mouth.
“Hold it…so I can drink,” Tag gasped.
“Lap it,” Delaney said. “Or you get nothing.”
Tag hesitated, then lapped it up.
The edges of his mouth looked red and sore, and Delaney unclipped the other end of the bit and tossed it into the straw. No more of that.
“Thank you,” Tag whispered.
Delaney watched what the other grooms were doing and copied them, wiping Tag down with a damp sponge, then rubbing oil over him. But he went nowhere near his cock. That Delaney’s cock had hardened didnotmean he was turned on by a guy kitted out as a pony. All ten of them looked ridiculous and yet…
“Did you bet on me?” Tag whispered.
“No.”
“I almost won.”
“But you didn’t. So I did. I bet against you.”
Tag glared. “I was trying to win.”
“I know you were.”You little fuck.And yet Delaney admired that defiance.
Tag put his head down on the rail and sighed. He suddenly looked very young and Delaney wondered how old he was. Henry had shown him Tag’s picture, said that Barker had made the arrangements, and that Feely, the Master, had found a rent boy, which made their lives easier, but that was all. No one had told him Tag’s age. What sort of name was Tag, anyway?
“He’s so cute.” Hassan held a piece of apple in his hand. “Can I feed him?”
Delaney nodded. “Watch your fingers.”
Hassan laughed. Delaney wondered if Tag would accept the fruit but he did, taking bites from the segment Hassan was holding. When Delaney caught Tag glancing at him, he chuckled because he realised the kid was trying to irritate him.
“I’d like you in my stables in Riyadh alongside my actual horses. What a fuss that would cause.” Hassan leaned with his back against the bar and stared at Tag. “Sadly, that can never happen, but I have a home here, so maybe we can come to an arrangement, pony. Your owner has gracefully agreed that I can fuck you later. I can’t wait.”
Delaney felt Tag tense and was surprised he didn’t say anything, but then he spotted the Master watching the three of them.
