Almost

(Aarons POV)

I was afraid. I was more than afraid. I was terrified.

This.. abomination of an excuse of a man wanted us, well.. mostly Evan as his play toy. One that he could use and throw away anytime he wants, and I wasn't about to let that happen.

So I looked over at Evan. He looked absolutely mortified in every sense of the word. I guess what happened to him as a kid still lingers around and haunts him.

Seeing Evan in such a state was breaking my heart and I sure as hell wasn't about to let him get used just like that.

With trembling hands and sweaty palms I took a step forward, indicating that I was offering myself to be the first, and last person he was ever going to use.

He laughed and pointed to the small bed, that I assumed was actually for treatment for coworkers in need and said "So eager huh? Then lets start shall we? Strip."

His voice got darker and darker as he spoke. I gulped and took a quick glance at Evan.