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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.
    The customer was handsy, and those hands were
damn strong. But Dane knew how to handle even these types of men,
though they weren’t really his preference. Once they were in the
booth, the man dropped into the leather chair and grabbed Dane’s
hips. “I like a man with meat on his bones.” The guy smiled. He was
good looking and seemed like he belonged on the front of a
bodybuilding magazine. His strong hands rubbed down over Dane’s ass
and squeezed with force. “Fuck, baby, you have a fine ass. Nice and
tight, hard glutes. There’s no way you have a body this beautiful
and not work out.”
    Dane smiled, eyes heavy with seduction, and
shoved his fingers through the guy’s stylish dark hair, moving in
closer. His lips glided over the bare surface of his face as he sat
down in his lap and slowly worked his ass against the man’s hard
crotch.
    “Oh fuck.” The customer groaned and laid his
head back as Dane let his lips brush lightly down his throat. The
guy still had a firm grip on his ass and was beginning to move with
him, breath panting. “Oh fuck yes…” He raised his head a little,
eyes weighted with lust. “Can I take off my pants?”
    “As long as you keep your shorts on.” Dane
murmured then stood up. The man stood as well and shoved down his
expensive slacks, revealing snug briefs that highly accentuated his
raging erection. He opened his shirt but left it on then sat back
down, legs parted wide, giving Dane room to maneuver between them.
His hard abs flexed into rippled concrete slabs as his stomach
tightened with sexual tension. Dane concentrated on the music,
turning his ass to the man, sinking low against his crotch again,
feeling his hard cock much more pronounced now that there was less
fabric between them.
    The guy’s hands were back on his hips, though
not forcing him. “What’s your name?” he panted, lifting his crotch
to push against Dane’s ass.
    “Dane.”
    “I’m Oliver.”
    Dane shifted around and faced him, riding his
lap again. He combed the guy’s hair