Through gritted teeth, Charles growls, “Get on your fucking knees.”
I can’t fucking breathe.
My chest is tight, and my body is hot. The edges of my vision start to blur, and I’m trying to concentrate on my breathing, but it’s not working.
This can’t be fucking happening.
How did I end up here?
Red hot pain shoots through my face as my legs give out on me. A hot, sticky liquid drips down my face, and I don’t think it’s tears. Not this time.
Elias… Camden… where are you? Please come home.
Save me.
Please help me.
Pressing my hand to my face, I pull back, a choked sob clawing its way up my throat as I take in the blood on my fingers.
Using the barrel of the gun, Charles tips my chin up until I’m forced to look at him. My lips chatter loudly like I’m freezing, despite my body feeling on fire. “When I tell you to do something, I suggest you do it, Bodhi.”
I nod frantically, desperately wanting him to leave. It’s clear whatever drug he snorted is making him more irrational than normal, if the gun in his hand covered in my blood is any indication.
With the pistol still shoved under my chin, he uses his free hand to flick the button on his jeans, pulling the zipper down, as realization hits me like a ton of bricks. A whimper falls from my lips before I can stop it, but otherwise, I say nothing as my brother pulls himself out of his pants before me, dragging a hand up and down his length until he’s fully erect.
“You know…” he begins to say. “All those times you whored yourself out to the poker men like a fucking faggot to pay my debts, I always wondered what those lips would feel like wrapped around my cock instead of theirs. They look so pillow soft, and they’re so plump. Practically made to suck a dick.”
My stomach revolts as I look anywhere but at the penis right in front of my face.
“At the time, I always felt kinda sick for thinking those thoughts… with you being my brother and all. But now… well, now it seems like you’re fair game.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to spit out that we’re still fucking related, even if we don’t share a dad, but I don’t dare.
“Now, it seems like I get to have my turn. See how supple those lips of yours really are. How hot and wet your mouth feels closed around my cock.”
“Please, no,” I beg, voice cracked and broken, just like me. “Don’t do this, Charles. Please. You don’t have to do—”
“Shut up, Bodhi,” he barks. The cold metal rubs against my lips, forcing me to part them. “Open up, you fucking whore. Time to show me what you’re made of.”
My vision blurs as my body shuts down. I will my mind to take me anywhere but here. I try to think of everything but the scene unfolding before me, and when his hips stutter and he spills into my mouth, leaving without a single word not even five minutes later, my body collapses onto the floor, bile spewing out beside me.
The last thought that crosses my mind before everything goes black is that I can’t fucking do this anymore… I don’t want to.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Jules van der Meer
I swear, I hit every single red light as I drive toward Bodhi’s from the airport. At the last minute, I was able to get on a near-full flight, making it back to North Carolina almost an entire twelve hours earlier than planned.
It’s only been a few days, but I’m already itching to get my fill of Bodhi. Smell him, taste him, hold him.
Truth be told, I’m also worried about him. It’s been a month since the night I slept over when I noticed his drastic weight change. I’ve kicked myself in the ass about it every single day since, because how could I have not noticed sooner? I’ve seen him naked plenty of times, and this isn’t something that happens overnight. I should’ve caught it, but I didn’t.
The morning after, while he was showering, I confided my concerns with Elias and Camden. Part of me feels insanely guilty for going behind his back, but a bigger part of me is happy I did. They told me about the eating disorder he struggled with as a teenager… another thing I feel like I should’ve known about.
All those times he was at my house as a kid, the weight he was losing. Looking back, it was a drastic loss, but at the time, I chalked it up to puberty and the running he took up.
Traffic seems to be at a standstill right now. Grabbing my phone from my pocket, I notice I just got a text from Bodhi.
