I dropped to the floor as quietly as I could. I was free!
Now that the ropes were untied, blood flowed back into my fingers in a painful rush. I shook it off. I tried to stand up, but my knees were too shaky and my head was too dizzy.
Keep moving. I crawled over to Paul. “Wake up, man, we’ve got to get out of here.” I shook his shoulders.
Stil, nothing.
Al right, no help there.
I looked around for another exit, but the only way out was through the door that Michael had gone through.
A weapon? If my clothes were down here, I could grab my Mace and try to spray him. I looked around.
There, behind me, was what I had been wearing.
Even better, I saw the Taser that had zapped me.
Time for Michael get the shocking surprise, I thought.
“Aren’t you the tricky one?”
Michael’s voice boomed from the bottom of the stairs. I was so focused on grabbing the Taser that I hadn’t heard him come down. There was no way I could get to it before he reached me.
“Oh,” he said, descending the steps, “breaking you is going to be even more fun than I thought.”
CHAPTER 24
I saw through my options. The Taser was too far away for me to make a grab for it. I didn’t think I could take him in a fight, either. I had no weapon, no al y, and nowhere to go. I was naked, total y vulnerable, and at his mercy.
I had nothing. Here I was facing my death and what had I accomplished? I spent the last five years of my life making men’s sexual fantasies come true.
What fucking good could that do me in a situation like this?
Hmmmm, I thought. I looked at Michael in his careful y assembled leather daddy drag. Wasn’t he just another trick playing dress up? He wanted to be the big man? The master?
Lucky for me, I had a lot of experience knowing how to exploit a man’s desires.
You think you’re in charge, Michael? Wel, you’re about to learn that there are al kinds of control, motherfucker.
I was scared. I was hurt. But I could do this.
Focus, Kevin, focus.
“Please sir,” I said, fal ing to my knees again.
“Please, before you give me that needle, just one thing.”
Michael regarded me from where he stood by the stairs.
“Just let me service you,” I said. “Just once. As I am. Let me remember this.
“Look at you,” I said. “Look at those muscles.
Those arms. That chest. Do you know how much I’ve wanted to be here, like this? On my knees before you?
“Give me the shot sir,” I said. “Make me your slave. I want to be yours. Why do you think I went to see you at The Center? Why do you think I met with Paul that night?”
Michael took a step forward. His mouth was slightly open and his breathing grew ragged.
“When Paul told me about what you had done to him, it made me so hot, Sir. I wished it could have been me you were control ing. So I could touch you.
Please you. Serve you.”
I started to crawl towards him, keeping my head turned up so he could see my pleading face.
“You’re so fucking hot, sir. So big. So strong. So much in control.”
Michael wasn’t gay, or even truly bisexual, but this wasn’t about sex. What had his brother told me? It was about power.
Michael was used to using al kinds of tricks to get that power, but had he ever been in a situation where he didn’t have to? Here I was crawling towards him.
Submissive, vulnerable, naked, wil ing. How would he handle that?
Michael’s pants began to fil out.
Got you, fucker.
“Break me to your wil, sir. Hurt me. Use me. I want it.”
I was at his feet. I looked up at his bulging crotch.
“Please let me taste you, Sir. Just once. Take it out.
Please.” I started licking the smooth surface of his boots.
That did it. With a groan, Michael frantical y started unlacing his pants. His big fingers fumbled with the strings. He was shaking.
An eager slave. I could see how badly this was turning him on.
He final y got his pants open. He pul ed out his cock and bal s. Both were oversized, in direct proportion to the rest of his massive body.
Some guys have al the luck, I thought rueful y.
But not for long.
I looked up from his boots.
“You’re so big, Sir. So strong.”
I met his eyes and saw his naked lust.
“Thank you Sir,” I said, remembering that time at the gym when Randy Bostinick straddled me on the bench and I accidental y sat up too fast. The force of that blow almost neutered him.
That’s the bitch about history. It tends to repeat itself.
I pushed up off my hands with al my might, bringing the ful weight of my head right up to where it would do Michael the least good. The impact sent his bal s up somewhere into the vicinity of his lower colon.
“Fuck!” Michael cried, doubling over.
“You fucker!” I screamed, bringing my knee into his crotch. This time, his hands blocked some of the blow, but he stil staggered backwards.
Bent over, his head was just about level with my arm. I pivoted back onto my left foot and brought my fist back for a right hook. The trick to a hook is not to hit with your hand, but to put your whole body into it. I twisted my hip and extended my arm.
“Ai-yee!” I cried.
This time, Michael was ready for me. As much pain as he was in, he managed to catch my arm in his left fist. Fol owing through, he brought his right fist around and caught me on the chin.
Even though he was off balance, Michael’s tremendous strength was enough to knock me to the floor.
In a flash, he was on top of me, sitting on my crotch. We were both panting with exertion.
“You real y hurt me, boy,” he snarled. “But you know what? I kind of like being hurt.” He leaned over and licked my face, humping his stil — exposed genitals over my stomach. He got hard again.
What had he said? Every top wants to be a bottom?
“Good,” I said, “then you’l like it when I fuck your brains out.”
Michael laughed; a deep throaty rumbled that scared me more than anything else yet.
“Oh, I don’t like to be hurt by little boys like you, whore,” he snarled. “No, I have something else in mind for you.”
He brought his mouth to my neck and licked there, too. Then a playful nip. Then he sunk his teeth in and clamped down.
This time, screaming wasn’t a pleasure I could deny him. “Aaah!” I cried.
He pul ed back. I felt blood dripping down my neck. I thought I would vomit from the pain.
I could stil get out of this. I just had to play along again until he let me up.
“Yes,” I said, “hurt me, let me…”
Michael put his finger to his lips. “No more games.
No more words.”
“I could make you feel so good,” I said, “if you’d just let me…”
Michael put both his hands around my neck.
“Maybe it would be better if you never said anything again.”
He leaned into his hands, cutting off my air. I felt myself panic as I struggled to breathe.
He took his hands away. “You like that, whore?”
I gulped in some air. “Are you going to kil me?
Like you did your father?”
“You little idiot,” Michael laughed again. “I didn’t kil my father.”
I coughed. “Made him kil himself, then.”
Michael leaned over and kissed me on the lips. I clenched my teeth. “You stupid little whore. Is that real y what you think? I haven’t spoken to my father since I was a child. I had nothing to do with his death.”
He laughed again. “Oh, maybe I convinced a couple of other guys that life wasn’t quite worth living.
Wel, not until they changed their wil s, of course.” He chuckled. This was al a game to him.
“But not my father. No, I think that old queen kil ed himself, you little idiot. But don’t worry-you’l get the chance to ask him soon enough.”