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There was desperation in his voice. This was exactly how novices got hurt or trapped by predators.
“Did you want to have sex with four men who were nothing but strangers to you? Because you were minutes away from that happening.”
“No, I didn’t want that.” Andrew swallowed and looked over his shoulder briefly. “Stuart said if I ever wanted to be able to play in good clubs, parties like this were how I could be recommended.”
I took a slow, deep breath. I didn’t want him to think I was frustrated with him, because I wasn’t. I was frustrated and angry with Stuart for throwing parties like this where they were manipulating bottoms into relenting consent.
“Out of curiosity, what makes you think he has any say in where you can play?”
“He said so.”
“And do you know him?” Andrew shook his head. “Do you have any close, personal friends you trust who can vouch for Stuart and his credibility?” He shook his head again. I reached over the middle of the cross and put my hand on his stomach. “Trust yourself and your gut. You said that warning bells were going off. You ignored them. Don’t ignore those. Trust those, Andrew. Because no matter where you’re playing, your instincts are your most reliable source.”
“Okay.”
I reached up and felt his hands again. They were starting to cool, and it was time for him to be let down before he went numb.
“I’m going to undo your restraints because your hands are starting to get cold. You’ve been restrained with your hands upward as long as they can be without cutting off circulation.”
I undid the restraints, and when his arms came down to rest at his sides, I rubbed my hands up and down his biceps.
“Do you want to remain at the party, Andrew? I have no right to prevent you from doing what you want. I just couldn’t stand by and watch a group of people possibly wreck any enjoyment you get from this lifestyle.”
“Thank you. I don’t want to stay. I just thought maybe it’d help me get into better clubs.”
Andrew still looked somewhat dazed and shaken over the events of tonight. He kept looking over his shoulder toward the kitchen. Stuart was walking toward us with his hands turned over and palms up.
“What’s this?” Stuart asked.
“Andrew has had enough for the night. You, of course, can easily see that by the marks on his body.”
Stuart laughed. “Come on, James. For real?”
“Yes. For real. His lip is cut, his ass is a mess, and clearly, he hasn't received even a moment of care. He’s had enough, and he’d like to leave.”
Stuart stared angrily at me and then glared at Andrew.
“Get the hell out, boy. And you can fucking forget about ever being able to step foot into any good clubs!” Stuart yelled as Andrew and I walked toward the entryway.
Andrew hurried and pulled on his underwear and jeans before he stepped into his shoes. I picked up his jacket from the floor and held onto it.
“No, James, you don’t have to go. I just want this prick out,” Stuart said.
“Thank you, but I’ve had enough as well.” I opened the door for Andrew to step outside onto the porch. As I stepped out of the house, I turned to face Stuart. “And as a matter of fact, you can forget about ever stepping foot in those good clubs.”
“What? You can’t be serious, James.”
“I am.”
The door slammed closed behind us, and I handed Andrew his jacket as soon as he put on his shirt.
“I’m sorry if I got you kicked out of the party,” Andrew said while he zipped up his jacket.
“It wasn’t a party that I needed to be at. I don’t need to be associated with him.”
“Yeah, me either.”
I was a bit concerned about Andrew going home with his head so full and without any sort of care or attention given to him.
