“Fuck.” Wade snorted and thumped a cigarette butt out of one of the ashtrays. “If they were girls, we could at least pimp them out to horny men and make a butt load of cash.”
Axel chuckled and took a drag off a cigarette, shooting a quick look into the small adjoining living room. “Yeah.” He grunted. “No shit. Angel would be just the right age too. Lots of guys out there who would love to get their dicks in some young virgin pussy. So tight and hot. Mm!” He shook his head and grinned. “Fuck, it’s giving me a boner just thinking about it.”
“A bitch dog in heat would give you a boner.” Byrd drawled, then smirked.
“Fuck you, asshole.” Axel sneered but laughed anyway.
Byrd’s eyes settled heavily on Angel, and he tried not to look at the guy. When he spoke, his words were directed at Wade. “Why do they have to be girls?” he wondered. “There’s plenty of horny perverts out there who prefer a tight little boy ass to shove their cock in.” He sucked on a half spent cigarette, gaze resting on Angel. “You could still make a shit load off their sweet little asses.” He chuckled low. “Literally.”
Fear coursed through Angel when Wade looked at him and Maddy. “You serious?”
“Fuck I am.” Byrd nodded and ground out the butt on the table. “And besides, Angel’s kind of pretty. The little fag boy is probably more girl than boy anyway. I mean, fuck, I’d pay to have that cute little mouth on my cock.”
Axel cracked up. “Ahh! You fuckin’ queer.” He shut up abruptly when Byrd slapped him in the side of the head hard, tears welling in his eyes. “Asshole.” He swallowed hard.
“I ain’t no fuckin’ queer.” Byrd stated dryly. “I’m just saying…Angel is enough like a girl for even a straight guy to want at least a blow job from him.”
Wade leaned forward on his elbows and smiled wryly. “So how much would you pay for the little faggot to suck your cock?”
Smirking, Byrd leaned back and dug down into the front pocket of his jeans. Angel stared at him, horrified by the direction their conversation had taken. The guy produced a small wad of crumpled bills and some loose change and smacked it down on the table, grinning. Wade grabbed up the bills and began smoothing them out. He nodded towards the living room without shifting his eyes from the money. “Go on.” He murmured. “Collect.”
When Byrd scooted his chair back and stood up, Angel noticed the bulge in his crotch. His pulse spiked and he lunged off the sofa away from the approaching man. “Stay away from me!”
“Come on, beautiful.” Byrd smiled, one hand grabbing his crotch. “It’ll be fun. If you’re gonna be a little fag, you gotta learn to suck cock. That’s a requirement. Can’t be in the queer club and not know how to blow.”
“No!” Angel was crying.
Maddy looked at him then at Byrd, eyes frightened. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, little buddy.” Byrd assured. “Just watch your cartoon. Me and the angel here are just going to take a little trip to heaven.”
“Stay away from me!” Angel cried again then ran for the bedroom. Byrd followed at a casual pace as Axel and Wade laughed, and Maddy huddled lower on the sofa, face buried in his arms, trembling.
***
Angel stared blankly at the bedroom door, arms curling around his waist, vision blurring. Byrd had trapped him the bedroom and threatened to collect from Maddy if Angel didn’t blow him. He didn’t know how to relax his jaw or his tongue, and gagged repeatedly on the guy’s engorged member. When he finally came, it had shot across the back of Angel’s tongue and slid down his throat, thickening as it went. He’d vomited right there on the floor, then had to clean up the mess himself.
He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, stomach hurting from tension.
That wasn’t the last time Byrd had paid for his services.
Chapter Four
Deliverance
Seeking out the least twink-like customer in the club, Dane made his move. The last thing he needed was to be making up to a guy who reminded him of Angel in any way whatsoever. But he was pretty sure there was no danger of that with this one. The man was well muscled, thick through the waist, indicating he hadn’t applied the proper exercises to maintain that narrow, lean waist that made a muscular man more appealing–to Dane anyway. But he didn’t care, he wasn’t looking for a date or a life partner. He just needed someone as far from Angel’s appearance as he could get, to distract him from his unwelcome thoughts of the boy.
Angel had yet to return to the club, but would surely be showing up soon.