Chapter 21
Jasper’s brilliant plan to convince Emilio to betray Nicholas and reveal where he was hiding had them in the center of Emilio’s huge king-sized bed, buck-ass naked, and in their waiting positions.
Justice was kneeling, legs spread wide, head bowed and hands locked behind his head.
Jasper, only inches away, assumed an almost identical position but his hands were resting, palms up, on his opened thighs.
“I cannot fucking believe this was your fucking plan!” Justice whined.
He whined even when he knew it wouldn’t make a fucking difference in how the scenario played out.
The fucker hadn’t been kidding, they didn’t have a gun.
Hell, they didn’t have a fucking letter opener!
They’d waltzed right up to Emilio’s compound, asked to see the guy (telling them to tell Emilio that Angel and Malachi’s pet were there for him), and then, like it wasn’t some super-human stretch to ever think a fucker that dealt daily in the skin trade…
human trafficking…
prostituting people against their will would actually want to do the right thing, he’d asked the man to tell them where Nicholas was currently hiding.
Team Jasper/Justice – fucking zero, bad guys – score.
“Did you have a better one?” Jasper snapped irritably.
“Uh…yea? I’m pretty sure anything would have beaten the shit out of this!” Jasper had desperately tried to convince Emilio to allow Justice to stay out of this, but the man had refused.
If they wanted the address, they would both have to submit to him…
on fucking video.
He’d been with one man his entire life and was pretty certain he wanted it to stay that way.
Jasper…
fuck, he couldn’t let the kid do this after what he’d been through.
Shit.
Fuck.
Shit.
“Can the childish bickering stop once we begin?” Emilio asked drily.
“I’m afraid I find it to be quite the mood killer.”
They both dropped their heads obediently.
Holy shit!
They were going to have sex with each other and probably Emilio, too.
This was Jasper’s fucking plan?
Jump straight out of the frying pan and into the fire?
“Beautiful,” Emilio murmured as his eyes hungrily appreciated the two submissives offering themselves to him.
The two blondes had the prettiest faces he’d ever had the opportunity to behold.
Sharp cheekbones, full lips, long lashes, and bright blue eyes almost made them appear to be unreal…
too perfectly magnificent.
Edging closer, he admired the chiseled physiques that were ripped and cut with lean muscles.
Their flat stomachs were hard planes of six pack abs and they each had the sexy V decorating their hips, pointing to their hardened cocks.
Their chests were goldenly tanned and hairless, their nipples an erotic raspberry color.
“You both agree to me filming this?” Emilio asked softly as he teased the length of Justice’s cock with the tip of the flogger he held in his hand.
The boy’s stomach muscles quivered but he held his position like a perfect slave.
“Yes, sir,” they both answered obediently.
“In exchange for the address where we will find Nicholas,” Jasper added.
The flogger left Justice’s cock and moved to caress Jasper’s heavy and hanging balls.
A seductive exhale slipped from Jasper’s parted lips but it sounded as loud as a bomb exploding to Justice.
He watched as Emilio pushed a button on the remote he held in his other hand and a blinking red light came to life on the cameras Emilio had positioned all around the bed…
their stage.
This was really going to happen, he and Jasper were about to barter their bodies…
fuck one another…
allow themselves to be fucked and probably tortured.
He tried to remain clam as his eyes kept drifting to his right, seeing Jasper quiver and moan as Emilio’s flogger continued to tease his cock and balls, sometimes gentle taps…
always followed by firm smacks that sounded obscenely arousing.
“Perfect, boys,” Emilio cooed as he sauntered around them, preening for the cameras.
His kind eyes were no fucking where to be found at the moment.
It wasn’t exactly lust he saw swirling around in the dark eyes.
It was something else…
something more desperate.
“For the first part of the video, I want Malachi’s pet to suck Angel’s cock while I fuck his ass with one of my favorite toys. Agreed?”
“Why are you doing this, Emilio? This isn’t you,” Jasper said softly.
Justice glanced over at the boy that had survived hell for nine months of his life, been sexually tortured in every deviant way imaginable and still walked away from it…
only to willingly return in order to try and destroy Nicholas.
It wasn’t for himself, Justice was sure of that.
If it had just been for him, he’d ordered Malachi to kill him the night they captured the bastard.
No, Jasper was doing this to save their family.
If Jasper could do it, then so could he.
Shit, he couldn’t do it.
Jasper looked calm.
Justice could see his own heart pounding, causing his chest to bump at an irregular beat.
Emilio chuckled.
“Why on earth would you think this isn’t me, Angel? You’ve seen me at many of Victor’s functions, enjoying the treats he provided to his guests. Just because I never enjoyed you doesn’t mean I didn’t want to…that I’m not capable of pushing your limits to the extreme. Why on earth would you have been foolish enough to risk coming here, alone and unarmed, to ask such a ridiculous favor of me? Victor always bragged of how smart you were, but I’m beginning to wonder.”
“We are both here to protect what we love. We didn’t see another way, knew we couldn’t wait because Nicholas would be moving fast, gathering old allies from his life before prison. We love, so we protect. If you loved someone, you would do the same, I’m sure.”
“Love is foolish, almost as foolish as this stupid stunt you boys have pulled. Now, let’s get started. I don’t have all night.”
Justice watched, noting that Jasper had hit a mark with Emilio.
The man’s calm indifference was suddenly shaken…
but the waiver didn’t last long.
Turning his attention back to Justice, Emilio ordered, “Stroke yourself while I play with Angel.” When he obviously didn’t move fast enough to suit the man, Emilio snapped the head of his cock with the flogger and said, louder, more harshly this time, “Stroke your pretty cock while I play.”
His cock stinging and a frown on his face, Justice unlaced his hands and curled his right hand around the base of his bloody hard length.
As ordered, he played with a lazy rhythm as his eyes watched Emilio play with the toy next to him.
It was wickedly erotic to watch Jasper’s skin turn a pretty shade of pink following the flogger’s snap…
snap…
snap.
“Fuck, Angel. Malachi’s boy likes to watch.”
Jasper glanced in his direction, blue eyes heavy with what was surely fake arousal.
When Jasper looked into his eyes, Justice felt every drop of oxygen rush from his lungs.
He stroked his entire length, from base to the swollen head.
His eyes locked with Jasper as they both forced their bodies to submit to what had to be done.
Jasper’s words of warning about having to become someone you didn’t want to be suddenly made perfect since.
He would be Angel again…
just for a while.
Emilio stepped back.
“Make this worth my risk, boys. Show me how you two pretties play with each other. If this video is good enough, we may all find what we are looking for.”
Justice felt his heart begin to pound in alarm.
He was confused.
He was fucking scared because so much depended on him being able to please Emilio…
and he didn’t think he could do it.
He was submissive…
new to this sexual game.
Malachi had always led him, taught him what he needed to know.
Jasper was submissive…
Jasper turned toward him, moving his body until they were facing one another…
so close their cocks almost touched one another.
Justice knew his eyes had to be rolling around like a horse caught in a fire, he was about to lose it.
Without Malachi’s dominance, he would be worthless.
“Close your fucking eyes, Justice,” Jasper ordered softly, his voice sounding strangely strong and calming.
Pale blue eyes fluttered wildly but didn’t close.
“I don’t think I can…”
Jasper grabbed him roughly, wrapping his hand tightly around the back of his neck and Justice immediately felt the wild thundering of his pulse.
He wanted to jerk back when Jasper leaned in closer, kissing the top of his shoulder, up his neck, and then tugged at his ear lobe but found himself held tight.
“For Malachi,” Jasper whispered in his ear.
“Close your eyes and hide if you need to. It’ll be alright, I promise.”
“Oh, fuck…” Justice panted, clenching his eye lids tightly together and struggling to drag a proper breath into his burning lungs.
The blessed darkness helped ease some of his terror.
“Good boy,” Jasper complimented in the huskiest voice known to man.
“Keep them closed.”
Justice felt Jasper shift closer to him and this time, their cocks did bounce into one another.
He felt a finger, strong and sure, rub the tip of his cock, swirling around the head and then tracing a line, wet with his own fluids, under the thick ridge and back up again.
He gasped loudly.
“Well, well, well,” Emilio said, his voice heavy with shock.
“Who would have ever guessed Angel would be our dominant? Victor would be broken hearted.”
“You’re going to suck my cock, pet,” Jasper whispered, intentionally using Malachi’s nickname for him.
“Stay hidden away as long as you need to but you have to submit to me.”
“Jasper,” he gasped.
“I’m Angel,” was the firm response.
Justice felt Jasper push firmly at his shoulders, forcing him lower and lower until he was head down and ass up.
It didn’t feel right but it didn’t exactly feel wrong, the darkness kept him calm and settled.
“Relax,” he heard Angel growl as strong hands held his shoulders in a tight grasp, keeping him immobile.
He was confused as to why until he felt a familiar nudging against his puckered hole.
Shock urged him to try and escape, wiggle away from the probing object, but Jasper held his shoulders and another hand snaked around his waist, holding him in position.
“Easy, pet,” Justice murmured as his fingers flexed into Justice’s tense shoulders.
“It’s just a toy. Relax and open up for Emilio,” he coaxed softly.
Justice took a deep breath, hoping the sweet air would give him some much needed strength and courage but, instead, found it stolen from him as the large toy pushed inside.
A startled gasp allowed Jasper to push his cock inside his mouth…
both of them breeching him simultaneously.
He gasped, knowing he couldn’t continue.
He could survive anything for Malachi.
Bringing Jasper into this, it was wrong.
The boy was clearly in some kind of zone right now, probably something Nicholas or Victor had taught him, but when it was over, if they lived and were allowed to return home, this would haunt the boy so much longer than the time it would take to film the stupid video.
He pulled his head off Jasper and started to argue, but Emilio silenced him with one word.
“Enough!” He felt the toy slide out and Jasper immediately pulled away, his eyes suspiciously damp, his pulse thundering a warning.
Emilio stumbled back, knocking one of the cameras over in his haste.
“Just…enough. Get dressed.”
“Leave Jasper out of this, just use me,” Justice pleaded.
“I promise I’ll do anything the fuck you want me to on that video, just don’t make him do it.” He nodded toward Jasper.
The kid still didn’t look like he was flying with a full tank.
“No video. Get dressed. I’m finished.” The man turned and walked out the door, leaving them alone to deal with their failure.
When he left the room, Jasper looked him in the eye.
“I’m sorry, Justice. I’d hoped Emilio would not make any sexual requests and if he did, I’d hoped it would only be to me.” He smiled sadly.
“I guess you’re just too damned pretty for your own good, eh? Are you okay?” he asked seriously.
“Tell me you are okay. Malachi will kill me if I’ve fucked you up.”
Justice snorted.
“Fucked me up? Hell, Jasper, you almost fucked me!” He started shaking his head, not angry with Jasper, but angry with every other damned aspect about the situation.
He was mad that he’d trusted Jasper to have a plan that would lead to them finding Nicholas.
He was mad at himself for failing the man he loved.
He was really fucking mad at Emilio for acting like he was going to help them and then toss them aside like lives didn’t really depend on Nicholas getting a one-way ticket to hell.
“I wouldn’t have done that,” he answered.
“I couldn’t have done that. I…I thought he was different. Hell, I know he’s different. I guess I miscalculated the possibility that a video might be used as leverage in his world.”
They were getting dressed as they talked, their shoulders hunched over in defeat.
“What’s next? Do we have a sucky back-up plan in case your sucky original plan failed?”
“Nope.”
Nope?
Perfect.
“So we are just going back, balls tucked up inside of us?
“No.
We’re going to get Nicholas.
That was our plan, right?
”
“Uhhhhh, yea, that was the plan but I’m pretty sure we just tanked with the Emilio connection. He just kicked our asses to the curb, Goldilocks.”
Well, hell…
there was the Jasper smirk that came out to play when Justice had seen him go all dominant on Susannah.
What was he missing?
“No, Goldie Jr., he didn’t kick our asses to the curb. He finally did what I thought he would do all along. He’s going to give us the address…trust me on this.” He turned to walk out of the room and then added, “Just keep your mouth shut…if that’s even possible.”