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“You need to take a breath and relax,” I said firmly. “You’re not violent.”
“I…”
I put my hands on his shoulders, feeling the tense muscles underneath his warm skin. “Whatever he did to you, he can’t do that again.”
“He doesn’t get… he doesn’t get to tell me what I can say.” He looked past me at Chris. “You don’t get to tell me that!”
“He sure doesn’t,” Jay said. He was still sitting in his chair, seeming nonchalant with his hands resting behind his head. “Why don’t you boys sit down and take a deep breath. No need for anyone to lose their cool.”
Anthony returned to his seat. I crouched next to Chris, who was holding his face. “Let me see.”
He lowered his hands. There was no blood, but he was going to have a nasty bruise on his cheek by tomorrow. “You okay?” I asked quietly.
“No. I want to go home. This is crazy.Help me.” He looked scared and vulnerable. My chest hurt with burning guilt.
“Hey,” Jay said, “you’re not staying on the floor all night. Get up!”
I cringed as Jay’s shout filled the room and helped Chris back to his feet.
“I’ll bring you some ice,” I said and walked to the kitchen, needing a moment to collect myself. I opened the freezer with shaking hands and pulled out an ice cube tray. I pushed the cubes out and collected them into a small nylon bag. From the living room, I heard Jay saying, “Start stroking. Time for it to wake up.”
I hurried back to join them. Chris took the bag from my hand and gave me a pleading look. He was killing me with that fear in his eyes, but I didn’t know how to help him with the other two so determined to hold their ground.
“You have two hands,” Jay said. “Use one for your pretty face and one for your pretty cock.”
Chris raised the ice to his cheek and grabbed his flaccid cock with his other hand.
I returned to my seat and tried to make eye contact with Anthony, but he was ignoring my attempts. I knew he was the weakest link, the one I could convince to back down if I only got the chance to speak with him in private. But there was no way I was leaving Chris alone with Jay.
We were all silent as right next to us naked Chris was moving his palm up and down his cock. His movements seemed lifeless and tired. I couldn’t see him getting hard like that.
After a few minutes of no results, Jay turned to Anthony. “Is he impotent?”
Anthony seemed disoriented after losing control of his temper. “He’s not.”
“I’m dizzy,” Chris said. “He rattled my brain, and I drank too much.”
“I see…” Jay pulled all the cards and chips to his side of the table, then swept them to the floor. “Lie down.”
“What?”
“You’re dizzy, aren’t you? That’s why your cock is out of commission. Lie down.”
Chris glanced toward the entrance door, then back at Jay. “I’m not going to lie on the table. I’m going to put my clothes back on and get the hell away from here.”
Jay sighed. “We both know that’s not going to happen. I’d like to see you try, though. I mean, why should Anthony be the only one who gets to smash your face?”
Chris didn’t answer, but he also didn’t try to make it to the door.
Jay tapped on the table. “Lie down.”
A few seconds later, Chris let the bag of ice fall on the floor, then carefully climbed on the desk and laid on his back, his head close to Jay’s side of the table.
I held my breath. It felt like we were about to dine on Chris, his naked and smooth skin golden under the amber ceiling light. His middle section was right in front of me. Up until now, I forced myself to look at his nakedness as little as possible, but now there was no escaping it. I could see every light-brown hair above his cock, and how smooth his balls were. I’d never been so close to another man’s genitals, and considering Chris was sweaty from what was probably a combination of stress and fear, his smell was profound and musky.
There was a small, old scar on his upper right thigh, high enough to be covered when he wore boxers. It caught my eye since the shape seemed a bit off. There was a weird curve to it, almost like half a circle made by a sharp knife. A small defect on an otherwise flawless skin.
“Say, Ant, can you enlighten us on what usually makes Chris hard?” Jay’s voice was annoyingly smug.
