The Flesh Cartel #2: Auction Read Free Page A

hoping he’d hear nothing, half desperate to know what was happening. “Open,” the guard said, and Mat must not have, because a slap rang out, and then “Open!” again, much more demanding this time. “That’s it, now suck .”
    Oh God, now Dougie reallywished he couldn’t hear. Mat was gagging , his shouts muffled by—what? A cock? The nightstick? “You fight me, you’ll break your teeth. You want that, hole?” The nightstick, then. Dougie couldn’t decide if that was better or worse than the guard’s cock down Mat’s throat. “Suck it real good, hole. This is all the lubrication you’re going to get.”
    Oh, God. No. You can’t do that, you can’t . . .
    “Please don’t hurt him!” Dougie cried. He got up despite the pain it caused. Threw himself against the door, pressed an eye to the little window, though he saw nothing through it but blank hallway. “Stop this! Why are you doing this?”
    The guard grunted in disgust. Or was it Mat? Were they—?
    “Shut the fuck up, hole. Shut the fuck up, or after I fuck your brother with this, I’m gonna bring it to you to polish. Got it?”
    “Just be quiet, Dougie. It’s okay, okay? I’m—”
    He cut off on a scream.
     

     
    If Dougie was still making a scene over there, breaking Mat’s fucking heart, Mat didn’t hear it. Didn’t hear the taunts of the guard, either, as he crushed Mat’s face to the floor with a punishing grip on the back of his neck. Bad dog.
    Because that very big nightstick was forcing its way into a very small space, with nothing but a glaze of his own spit to keep it moving. He howled through gritted teeth, body bucking, trying to reject it, keep it out keep it out keep it out . Bottoming didn’t thrill him at the best of times. But being raped ? With a hard unyielding weapon forced so deep up his ass his gut cramped? The pain was un-fucking-real. The humiliation might’ve been worse.
    The guard pulled it back, all the way, until the tip came free of him, and then rammed it back in again. Another howl—Dougie would hear him screaming, he knew that, but he just couldn’t help it—clawing at the soft floor, writhing beneath the weight of the guard straddling his thighs. He knew at least a dozen ways to knock the fucker off him, pin him down, see how he’d like being raped with a fucking nightstick, but what would it get him but a moment’s reprieve? How many guards would come in to assist their pal? Take out their anger on him? Or worse, on Dougie?
    So he lay there like a good dog and took it.
    Another dry thrust, pain like nothing he’d ever known. He cried out again, half a Please buried in there somewhere before he managed to cut it off. He’d knocked out two of this guy’s teeth, blackened his eye and his jaw and his pride and maybe his standing in his boss’s eyes; no way would he give a fuck what Mat begged for. Would probably get off on it, truth be told. Was certainly getting off on ramming the nightstick up Mat’s ass, if the animalistic growls and grunts coming from him were any indication.
    “Not so tough now, are you, hole? Moaning like a little bitch.” He was, kind of, wasn’t he? But at least Dougie had gone silent. That was all that mattered right now. He’d take ten fucking nightsticks if it would keep Dougie safe just a little bit longer.
    Another thrust, more brutal than the last. Another scream to go with it. The wetness in his eyes overflowed, dripped down his cheeks. It was like a fucking dam breaking; suddenly he couldn’t stop it.
    “You’re gonna taste this in the back of your fucking throat , hole.”
    He believed it. This would be the end—this would kill him. There was no way anything could hurt this much without ripping him up inside.
    “Your brother’s pretty quiet over there. Think he’s jerking off to all this screaming you’re doing? You think if I go over there right now, I’ll see him giving that little dick of his a tug? Mmm, yeah. Let’s not disappoint