21
TREVOR
Should guns be so loud? Trevor’s ears rang. It always sounded quieter in the movies.
The body crashed into the hole in the ground, the impact muffled by the damp soil.
Trevor waved the gunpowder smell away and stepped closer to see. Blood oozed from the bullet hole in his throat, splashing every time he tried to breathe or speak. It sounded like drowning. Trevor had aimed for the head, but he apparently wasn’t great at shooting. Another thing made to look easy in the movies.
“I’m debating whether to leave him like this for the crows or bury him. What do you think?”
Jay didn’t answer, his eyes almost comically wide.
“Oh, right.” Trevor pulled the piece of clothing out of his mouth, surprised by how much was tucked inside.
Jay coughed, looking down at Dima’s body. The Russian’s eyes watched them without seeing, his chest no longer moving.
“Bury him.” Jay cleared his throat. “You can never know who might pass around here.”
Trevor smiled in delight. As he had hoped, Jay’s voice sounded rugged and manly like an old Western cowboy. “Lie on your stomach.”
Fear flashed in Jay’s eyes.
“I need to cover his body, and you might try to escape. I also don’t trust you with a shovel. Lie down so I know you’re being a good boy.”
Jay sank to his knees without further protest and lay with his front on the ground. “Is Chris okay?”
“Daniel’s fine, and one more question without permission, and I’ll kick the teeth out of your mouth.”
Trevor jumped into the hole and pulled out Dima’s wallet. As the man had said, a nice sum of money lay inside. He shoved the bills into his pocket and climbed out.
He hadn’t planned on taking out the Russian instead of Jay, but it became clear that Dima had served his purpose and had turned himself into a liability. Jay was a liability too, but Trevor could use him to keep Daniel in check—and for other activities.
Since he always hated labor, he settled for the bare minimum, covering Dima’s body with dirt but not bothering to level the ground.
With the gun in one hand and the shovel in the other, he told Jay to get up. “If you take one step too far, I’ll shoot you. Hell, I might shoot you if you sneeze. Don’t think you’ll get away with giving me the same attitude you gave Dima—may he watch over us from heaven.”
“You mean hell.” Jay struggled to rise with his cuffed hands, but Trevor waited for him to figure it out. When he did, dirt stuck to his sweaty chest and coverall.
“You rednecks just love rolling around in the mud, don’t you? Start walking before we get lost.” Dusk had come quicker than expected, which left Trevor a bit agitated. He may have been the one holding the gun, but one wrong move and he might trip, resulting in Jay stomping on his face and smashing his skull. He had no doubt Jay would do so given the chance.
It had been the first time Trevor ever killed a person in cold blood. He knew he had it in him, but he still expected to feel more than what he was currently feeling, which was nothing at all. It used to bother him from time to time; how differently he was wired. And not just him, but the rest of his family as well. But what was he to do—pretend? Since when did that ever work?
He only allowed himself to relax once they crossed the line of trees separating the woods from the clearing surrounding the house. The small structure shone like a golden beacon through the fog due to the burning fireplace.
Jay glanced around sneakily, and Trevor allowed it since what was there to see other than a whole lot of nothing? When they reached the stairs leading to the house, he told Jay to stop, then wiped the dirt from the man's chest and coverall. He held out the piece of clothing that had been stuffed in his mouth earlier. “Open up.”
“Is it necessary?”
Trevor calmly responded with a knee to Jay’s crotch. The man doubled over, hissing in pain. Trevor pulled him up by the hair and shoved the piece of clothing deep into his mouth.
“Once we’re inside, your actions will directly affect Daniel, so think hard before trying anything.” He pressed the barrel of the gun underneath Jay’s chin. “You’ve proved yourself to be a cold motherfucker, so I’ll keep it frank. We both know how this is going to end, but as I said before, there are many ways to kill a man. Understand?”
Jay nodded, his eyes hard and unblinking.
I should shoot you now and be done with it. But another part of Trevor’s body disagreed. That part was known to get him in trouble.
He pushed Jay forward and opened the door. The fireplace enveloped the house with cozy warmth, reaching as far as the hallway. Trevor propped the shovel against the wall and locked the door behind him. Inside the living room, Andy watched Jay in shock. On his lap, naked and bound Daniel was still sleeping like a lovely princess.
“Relax,” Trevor told Andy. “This is Jay. He’s going to stay with us for a bit.”
“He’s scary,” Andy said quietly.
“I’m scarier.”
Andy shook his head. “You’re not.”
Daniel stirred before opening his eyes.
This should be interesting.
He blinked to focus his sight, then slowly pushed himself to sit, his lovely cock next to his bound hands. His puffy face and bloodshot eyes indicated he was still drunk.
“Jay?”
“Surprise!” Trevor patted Jay’s shoulder. “Don’t ever say I don’t bring you anything.”
Daniel tried to stand, forgetting that his legs were also bound. He tripped and fell with a cry. Jay took a step toward him, but Trevor pulled him back and hissed, “Wasn’t I clear a minute ago?”
He pushed Jay down to his knees as Daniel hitched forward with his bare ass up in the air. When he reached them, he maneuvered himself into a sitting position and placed his bound hands on Jay’s chest, breathing heavily. “Are you okay?”
“He can’t really speak,” Trevor said.
“Shut up! You’re sick! He’s not a part of this.”
“You made him a part of this. Do you think I wanted him here?”
“Then... why is he here?”
“He’s been snooping at things he shouldn’t have. Dima lost his temper and brought him here.”
Daniel looked around in worry. “Is Dima here?”
“He’s out back, keeping the worms well-fed.”
Daniel’s eyes grew wide, and was that a trace of a smile on his lips? “You killed him?”
“Wasn’t my original plan, but you know me—rolling with the flow. Besides, Jay’s more my type.” He slid his palm down Jay’s chest, feeling the drumming of his heart.
Daniel shoved Trevor’s hand away. “Don’t touch him!”
“Don’t yell at Trevor!” Andy shouted.
“Let’s all calm down. Danny, don’t you see that Jay’s in pain? I want to help him, but I can’t if you get in my way.”
Daniel’s eyes darted to the nasty bruise on the side of Jay’s head. “He needs a bandage and painkillers.”
Trevor sighed. “You know how much I like it when you tell me what to do.”
Daniel flinched and looked down. “Sorry. Please help him.”
“Of course I will. We’re going to be the best of friends. Do you want me to free your legs and hands?”
“I... yes.”
“You’ll need to drink first.”
Daniel hesitated, likely conflicted between the desire to regain movement and the fear of losing more control. Trevor waited patiently for Daniel to finally nod. “I’ll drink.”
He would have drunk regardless, but Trevor always preferred having Daniel play along.
“Andy, bring the vodka from the fridge.”
Andy got up and carefully made his way out of the living room, keeping his distance from their new guest.
Trevor caught Daniel trying to make eye contact with Jay. “Hey, no funny business. He’s not here to save you, but he is here because of you. You know you’re nothing but trouble, right?”
Daniel seemed to shrink. “Yes.”
Jay growled, but a smack to the head shut him up.
Andy came back with the vodka.
“Let him drink,” Trevor said. “Be careful about spilling.”
Daniel drank without complaining. By now, he must have had more alcohol in his body than water.
“Okay, enough.” Trevor pulled Jay to his feet and steered him to sit on the couch, then placed the gun on a high shelf. From his bag, he took out three pills—two to keep Jay calm, and one to keep the party going. He took the bottle of vodka from Andy and went to face Jay, plucking out the piece of clothing from his mouth. “Open up and stick your tongue out.”
Jay did, and Trevor neatly placed the three pills on his parched tongue, not bothering to explain what they were. He brought the vodka to Jay’s lips and made him drink down the pills.
“Andy, take Daniel’s duct tape off.”
“Okay.”
Trevor sat on the couch, facing Jay’s profile. The man had a strong jawline, noticeable even underneath the beard. A few freckles decorated his half-exposed right shoulder, standing out on his pale skin. His smell tugged at Trevor’s nose, a mixture of sweat, aftershave, and machine oil.
“I have a feeling I can pour an entire bottle of vodka down your throat, and you’ll still be able to name all the dead presidents.”
“I don’t know most of them sober.”
“I took the duct tape off!” Andy called.
“Thanks. Danny, get your ass over here.”
With his hands and legs unbound, he walked on all fours and stopped at Trevor’s feet.
“Aren’t you happy to see your friend?”
Daniel shook his head, his eyes struggling to focus. “He shouldn’t be here. Please let him go.”
“Why? He came all this way to see you. Maybe he’s in love with you.” He whispered, “Is he gay?”
Daniel shook his head.
“You sure? Have you ever sucked his cock?”
Daniel cast his eyes down, his cheeks growing even more flushed.
Trevor laughed. “Well damn, you sure know how to live, little brother. I’ll give you that.”
“Is the scary man Daniel’s boyfriend?” Andy asked. He stood on the other side of the living room, warily watching.
“Could be,” Trevor said. “Danny, how about you pull out Jay’s cock and flex your oral skills for us?”
That got a reaction out of Jay, although just a slight stir. Trevor wrapped his arm around his shoulders and whispered, “Now’s the part where you show me why I shouldn’t bury you out back.”
Jay gave a stiff nod.
With shaky fingers, Daniel struggled to pull down the coverall’s zipper, although it was already halfway down Jay’s body. When he finally managed, Trevor smiled at Jay’s promising bulge underneath his underwear.
“Take it out.”
Daniel shook his head. “I don’t want to.”
Without skipping a beat, Trevor punched Jay’s ribs, causing the man to hiss in pain.
“Let’s try this again.”
Daniel glared at Trevor before finally pulling down Jay’s underwear. For a moment, Trevor forgot how to breathe. When he remembered, he reached out to touch Jay’s limp cock. The man remained still as a statue as Trevor ran his fingers across the warm skin, around the wide crown, and over the noticeable slit. He wrapped his palm around the thick shaft and slowly tugged, causing the cock to stir. Well, ain’t that something. He leaned his face down to sniff Jay’s crotch, the musky scent hitting him hard. He rubbed his nose between the thick pubes and inhaled deeply. An unexpected temptation to suck Jay’s cock rose, but he didn’t want to give the wrong impression about their roles in this. Besides, he wasn’t the master cocksucker here.
“Danny, get to work.”
Even sitting, Daniel couldn’t stop swaying, yet he managed to hold Jay’s cock and carefully slide it between his lips. He focused on the crown, likely not lucid enough to deep throat.
“Let’s get you more comfortable.” Trevor pulled down the rest of Jay’s coverall, unable to remove it completely due to his bound hands. Although not ripped with abs, Jay’s stomach was flat, his chest well-defined with the right amount of hair.
“I thought you'd have tattoos,” Trevor said.
“Don't like needles.”
Too bad for you.
“Danny must have told you horrible things about me.”
Jay glanced at Trevor. “He never spoke about you. Guess you weren’t important enough.”
“Jeez, that hurt me right in the feelings.” He looked down and gawked at the sight of Jay’s growing erection. “I was wondering what Danny saw in you, but now I have a pretty big idea. No offense, but you don’t strike me as the kind of person he’d hang out with for intellectual purposes.”
A quiver in Jay’s jaw hinted he had taken offense.
Daniel stopped sucking. “You’re wrong.”
Trevor rolled his eyes and punched Jay's ribs again.
Daniel hurried to resume sucking.
“Isn’t he an expert?” Trevor whispered to Jay, his fingers stroking his chest and pinching each nipple. “I taught him everything he knows.”
“You and your sick parents?”
Trevor laughed. “Someone’s courage is as big as his cock!”
Jay glared at him. “This whole thing is about to blow up in your face. You want your brother to spend the rest of his life in prison? I’ve been there—he won’t survive a week.”
Trevor glanced at Andy, who stared back wide-eyed. They hadn’t discussed the possibility of the plan failing, and as always, Andy had been following blindly and putting all his trust in Trevor.
For a moment, Trevor wanted nothing more than to send his brother to safety, but they hadn’t been apart since they were kids. Sending him away felt like walking without a limb. He had spent years protecting his brother, unintentionally preventing him from fending for himself. It was too late to change that now, especially with their parents gone.
Trevor snipped that line of thought before further fear could spread. He held Jay’s jaw, digging his fingers into flesh and bones. “If you try messing with my head again, I’ll cut your tongue out and make Daniel eat it.”
Jay was smart enough to keep quiet. His cock had reached its full length by now. That beast must have made many women—and possibly men—both happy and sore.
“Enough.” Trevor patted Daniel’s head. “You did good. Now lie on your stomach.”
Daniel wiped saliva from his chin. “Why?”
“Danny...’
He gingerly turned around to lie down on the floor.
“Don’t make me do this,” Jay said quietly. “Please.”
“Not so tough now, are you?” He stroked Jay’s hard cock, still wet from Daniel’s spit. “If you can’t fuck with this thing, I’d rather smash it with a hammer. What’s it gonna be?”
Jay shut his eyes and breathed deeply, then silently sank to his knees. Under any other circumstances, Trevor may have been worried Jay’s cock wouldn’t rise to the occasion, but the third pill he had given him was Viagra.
“Andy, bring the lube from downstairs.”
It could have been fun watching Jay force his cock into Daniel’s dry hole, but Trevor didn’t need that medical emergency on his hands.
“I don’t want this,” Daniel mumbled, his face resting sideways with his eyes closed.
Trevor leaned down and stroked Daniel’s smooth ass. “Come on, you’re going to have so much fun! Don’t you like Jay?”
“I do.”
“Then don’t be mean to him. He came all this way to see you.”
Andy returned with the bottle of lube. Trevor took it and squirted some on his palm, then rubbed it over Jay’s cock, loving the grit of the thing. He used the rest for Daniel’s asshole, sliding two fingers inside and barely facing resistance.
Trevor asked Jay, “Have you ever had sex in front of people?”
Jay’s Adam’s apple bobbed as something dark shimmered in his eyes. Trevor didn’t know what to make of that, but his guts told him to let it go; that this fire might be too hot even for him. Carefully, he pushed Jay down on top of Daniel, who grunted because of the weight. Jay’s ass was a thing of beauty, meaty and almost completely smooth. A perfect conclusion to his strong thighs.
Trevor took off Jay’s shoes and socks, then went to grab his knife. “I’m going to cut your hands free, but I’m also going to aim my gun at your face. If I even think you’re about to try something, Daniel will have a corpse’s cock inside him. Understand?”
“Yes.”
Trevor grabbed the gun from the shelf with his other hand, then used the knife to cut off the zip tie from around Jay’s wrists. It wasn’t just Jay’s promise to behave that made Trevor confident, but rather the two sedatives he’d given him alongside the Viagra. Those were strong enough to turn a lion into a kitten.
Jay grimaced as he moved his hands forward, placing them on both sides of Daniel.
“I don’t think it’s safe,” Andy said nervously from the side of the room.
“Don’t worry. Jay knows I’m not bluffing; he’s seen me in action.” Trevor pulled off the rest of the coverall from Jay’s body, then sat on a chair next to the two naked men.
“Can I please open him up first?” Jay asked.
“He’s already open, and he likes a bit of pain.”
Jay sharply turned to look at him. “Is that what you used to tell yourself?”
Trevor raised the gun. “Are we having a problem?”
Jay looked away. He shifted his weight, then lowered himself until Daniel’s sharp shout filled the room.
Trevor expected Jay to stop, but the man pushed deeper with his palms firmly on the floor. Daniel hissed and grabbed Jay’s wrists, his eyes shut tight in agony.
“Are you all the way in?” Trevor asked.
“Yes.”
“Liar.” He rose to his feet and placed his foot on Jay’s ass, pressing down hard. Daniel cried out again, as expected when getting breached by a log.
Satisfied, Trevor sat back down to enjoy the show. By the time they’d be done here, both men would be a broken mess for him to handle with ease.
Jay gradually grew more assertive with his pumping, although he tried not to look at Daniel’s face, which was inches from his. The room got filled with a symphony of grunts, moans, and the sound of waist-on-ass smacking. The scent of sweaty sex oozed out of the two naked men—thick, raw, and intoxicating.
“Are you always so quiet?” Trevor nudged Jay with his foot. “Daniel loves communication in sex.”
Jay cleared his throat. “You like me inside you, Chri—Daniel?”
“No!”
Trevor rolled his eyes, but before he could get angry, Jay grabbed Daniel’s hair and pulled his head up. “I asked, do you like it?”
“I... yes. Yes.”
“Then let me hear how much.”
“Jay, I don’t want—”
“Let me fucking hear it!”
Even Trevor jumped at that unexpected roar.
Daniel began to cry because he just had to be dramatic.
“Ignore him,” Trevor said. “It’s the alcohol. Danny, calm down and show Jay how much you like this, okay? Or do you want me to hit him again because of you?”
Daniel wiped his face and sniffed. A few seconds later, erotic moans dripped out of his mouth. It was impossible to tell whether they were real or not because no one could fake pleasure as well as Danny.
Trevor pulled out his cock before it broke inside his jeans. “Move to doggy.”
Jay pushed himself to his knees, holding onto Daniel’s waist and keeping him secured on his cock. Without needing to be told, he resumed thrusting, sliding in and out with ease.
Trevor’s eyes roamed over Jay’s sweaty chest and the way he firmly gripped Daniel’s hips. He couldn’t help but be proud of capturing such a man, although Dima had technically done the capturing. But it was Trevor who had made him yield and put on a show. It reminded him of Kim’s old parties and the men she paid to entertain her guests. They started off acting like it was all fun and games, a quick paycheck from some rich folks. Then things would escalate in all sorts of twisted ways, and by the end of the party, they would drag themselves out of the house, vowing never to return.
“Put your hands behind your head,” Trevor told Jay.
He positioned himself better on his knees before raising his hands. Beads of sweat ran down his ribs in thin rivers. Trevor let go of his throbbing cock and reached to touch the dark hairs under Jay’s arm, the skin there hot and sticky.
Jay’s gaze seemed unfocused, his eyes darting in search of whatever. The pills must have reached his system by now and dulled his senses, yet that didn’t slow him down. It felt like nothing could, which was both awe-inspiring and a cause for concern.
I’m going to keep him. After Daniel’s gone, I’ll keep him like a pet. Right then, he wanted Jay more than he wanted money, and he really wanted money.
Trevor stood and walked to stand above Daniel, his erect cock in front of Jay, who blinked in confusion with his hands still behind his head.
“Open your mouth.”
Jay shook his head. “I don’t do that. I did everything else you wanted.”
Trevor pressed the barrel of the gun against Jay’s forehead. “Is it worth a bullet in your head?”
“Do what he says,” Daniel said quietly, his voice surprisingly steady although drained. “He won’t back off.”
“Listen to him. He knows better than anyone.”
Jay shut his eyes and drew in a deep breath. Once the air left his lungs, he hesitantly opened his mouth. Trevor kept the gun firmly against Jay’s head, aware that the man might bite his cock off.
Warm and trembling lips closed around his erection, then nothing happened for almost a minute. Just when Trevor was about to lose his patience, Jay finally began to lick the tip of his crown.
“You saw how good Daniel can suck a cock. That’s the level of quality I’m looking for. I guess I’ve been spoiled.”
Jay’s tongue began to swirl faster, his head going back and forth with his lips wrapped tightly around Trevor’s cock. Although far from the world’s greatest blowjob, Jay’s reluctance made the experience all the more arousing.
“Can’t you suck and fuck?” Trevor asked. “It’s not rocket science.”
The sound of waists smacking returned, while Jay’s tongue kept getting more daring.
“Look at me.”
Jay did. Gone was the fire in his eyes. The beast had been tamed, at least for now.
Trevor stroked Jay’s bearded cheek. “Suck slower and deeper. Ooh, that's better. You’re a natural—I knew you would be.”
If Jay took offense, he didn’t let it show. He did, however, slow down his sucking further, letting Trevor’s cock reach deeper down his warm throat.
“Did you suck a lot of cocks in prison?” Trevor was genuinely curious. “Did they pass you around like a sex doll?” Just picturing such a scene made him lightheaded.
“Evil,” Daniel hissed, proving that he was listening and perhaps not as wasted as he pretended to be.
Never underestimate Daniel. Trevor had learned that long ago.
Jay’s sucking continued to improve, his throat growing more welcoming. A bit more training, and Trevor would turn the man into a professional.
He pulled out his spit-covered cock and rubbed it across Jay’s flushed face, making the man twist his lips in disgust, yet he didn’t try to squirm away. Feeling extra naughty, Trevor leaned down and rubbed his cock over Jay’s sweaty armpit, the wet hairs tickling. With his cock covered in sweat, he slid it back into Jay’s mouth for him to enjoy his own nasty flavor.
Once more engulfed in warm moistness, Trevor’s muscles seemed to melt, so it wasn’t a surprise that his climax announced its arrival moments later. “I’m going to shoot in your mouth, and you’re going to swallow.” A spark of fear lit in Jay’s eyes, yet he didn’t pull away. “If you spit, I’ll get angry. You understand?”
Jay blinked his reserved acceptance. Trevor pumped as deep as he could, causing Jay to gag and tear up, but he was smart enough to endure and keep his hands behind his head.
The pressure in Trevor’s cock became too intense. With a loud gasp, he ejaculated down Jay’s throat while still grabbing tightly to his hair. Warm bliss surrounded him, his heart slowly settling down. He pulled out his shrinking cock and let go of Jay’s hair. “A damn fine work. Now it’s your turn to shoot. If you make Danny howl, I’ll let you rest.”
Jay lowered his hands and wiped spit from his chin, exhaustion in his bloodshot eyes.
Trevor pulled his pants up and plopped down in the chair, his pulse almost back to normal. “Turn him on his back. I want to see some sweet lovemaking.”
Jay carefully turned barely-conscious Daniel on his back, then slowly slid into him.
Trevor reached for the vodka and took a mouthful. All in all, today had turned out pretty damn sweet. He had gained another way to keep Daniel in line, which would be helpful for what they had planned for tomorrow.
The long day crept up on Trevor, making him yawn. It was time to call it a night. “Speed it up, stud.”
“It’s... hard,” Jay grunted.
Trevor chuckled, not surprised. A man wasn’t supposed to fuck under the influence of sedatives, making Jay’s vigor downright remarkable.
“Try kissing him to speed things up.”
Jay shook his head. “He doesn’t like that. I’m gonna finish in a minute. Just need—”
Daniel, ever so clever, pulled Jay down for a sloppy kiss.
Jay needed a moment to compose himself, then his thrusting grew faster. He smashed into Daniel in a frenzy while kissing him hard and deep.
Trevor winked at his brother, who stood quietly at the side of the room, still wary. But Andy would soon get his playtime as well, which would cheer him up and make him see there was nothing to worry about—Trevor got things under control.
When Jay’s moment of release finally came, he growled from the depths of his body, his muscles clenched tight. A few moments later, he slumped on top of Daniel with his body still spasming.
As Trevor took a final sip of vodka, he could faintly hear Jay muttering, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”