Chapter 71

He’d lost his nerve three feet from the door, but he was close enough to attract attention. Blake was a giant of a man with a feral gleam in his eyes and a mean grin. Blake asked Christian his name and then put an arm around Christian’s shoulder, ushering him, or actually, pushing him down the dark street to a darker alley. Guilty thoughts intruded. I shouldn’t have had so much alcohol. I shouldn’t have even been in that neighborhood. This was my fault.

The flow of the drug increased, and Christian slipped back into the memory of that night.

As Blake yanked down Christian’s pants and bent him over against a graffiti-covered brick wall, Christian whimpered in protest. Christian had expected Blake to invade him with his dick with violent abandon, and that’s what Christian got. Christian cried out with each massive thrust of Blake’s dick. The burning of being stretched and the shock of each punch to his prostate was both frightening and exquisite.