Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 100545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“F-fuck,” he uttered, his whole body throbbing and ready.
Pyro squeezed the base of Clover’s cock. “Oh, no you don’t,” he rasped. “This is for me, not for you.”
Clover couldn’t stop a disappointed shriek, but it was cut short when Pyro thrust into him in a short sequence, stilling while his dick pulsed inside Clover, releasing his seed.
That was it. He was just a cumdump. Like Drake said before he left, letting his disgust be known to everyone involved. Clover shouldn’t care.
But he did.
His cock was still ready to go, balls aching from the release they had been denied. Pyro slapped Clover’s ass a final time before pulling out of him, and despite the support of the table, Clover’s legs went soft under him, leaving him to slump to the floor.
He sat there, torn between jerking himself off and keeping the last shred of his dignity. But he was so close. It would take a few tugs. His balls ached, his ass throbbed, his hole still sloppy and open.
Pyro stood over him, a looming danger, with portraits of serial killers tattooed over his skin. He pulled off the condom, gasping. “Open up.”
“Pyro…” Tank said in warning, stepping closer.
Pyro shook his head. “Just the cum. Go on, Clo, open your mouth and take it.” He showed off the rubber filled with fresh spunk.
Clover licked his lips, torn between extreme arousal and fury strong enough to burn down whole cities. He looked up straight into Pyro’s eyes in challenge and opened his mouth.
A vicious grin tugged on Pyro’s lips, but he didn’t hesitate and squeezed the contents of the condom on Clover’s tongue. The hot, gooey cum felt more bitter than usual, but Clover still swallowed it while shudders danced all over his back.
“Are you ready to apologize?” Pyro asked, tossing the empty rubber to the floor, right in front of Clover, as if he were expecting the service to include clean-up as well.
The question dampened even Clover’s arousal. “I don’t see Boar around.”
Pyro shook his head and grabbed Clover by the chin. “If you could only be fucking nicer, Boar would shower you with so much more than you could dream of, you stupid shit.”
Where was that supposed to lead them though? It wasn’t like Clover could stay with them. He was their toy for now, and just because Boar’s personality was gentler didn’t mean he wouldn’t dump Clover once he was bored of him. Boar’s main interest was Pyro, anyway. Clover was literally the bottom of the pile here.
“Well, I’m not nicer.”
Pyro’s jaw muscles twitched, and he let go of Clover, as if he were suddenly disgusted with him. “That’s your choice. But things won’t be right until you apologize.”
Clover considered what the right comeback to that would be, but Pyro left, slamming the door like Drake had. Tank was still there though, his steel-toed boots pointing Clover’s way.
“Need a hand, boy?”
Clover could scream in frustration. “I’m fine!” he yelled and reached for his dick, jerking it just to get off quicker. He would go mad otherwise. One thought of two dicks penetrating him at once was enough to make his own spurt cum all over.
The few seconds of white hot bliss let him forget about the world, but the relief only lasted so long before he was plunged right back into the reality he resented. What a fucking mess.
Tank’s sigh was loud enough to be a statement, yet Clover refused to acknowledge it and pulled up his pants, embarrassed over being tied to the people who’d witnessed this humiliating scene.
He wanted to cry.
But he wouldn’t.
He rubbed his face with his T-shirt, took a deep breath and passed Tank on the way out of this oppressive cabin that had felt so homely just yesterday. Lesson learned.
“Where you goin’, Clover?”
“Out.”
“Stay. You’re not getting lost here. There’s people after you,” Tank insisted, a mountain next to Clover.
Clover’s hands shook with frustration, and he couldn’t make himself face Tank. All he wanted was some time to sulk on his own without anyone witnessing his misery.
He ran his fingers through his messy hair, but they caught on a tangle and he couldn’t pull them all the way through. “I’ll just… I just… I’ll sit there.” He pointed to a spot on the far edge of the grass surrounding the cottage.
Tank stroked Clover’s back as if he hadn’t smacked his ass with a belt just minutes ago. “Just make sure you’re in the shade and don’t leave my sight.”
Clover nodded, without looking up, and sped for the door, despite the burn being such a constant presence both on his skin and inside his hole.
So maybe his life was safe, but what if the cage he’d crawled into for safety grew even smaller?
Chapter 12 – Clover
Clover lay in bed but couldn’t sleep, his head replaying what had happened like a reminder that he was on his own and needed to do anything in his power to ensure his survival. So he was in a shitty position right now. Big deal. It still beat being dead or held by some creeper or having his arms sawn off. Things could have definitely been much, much worse.