Chapter 76

“Look at him. The little whore is telling us he will not tell his daddy what we are about to do. He’s even showing off his little skirt,” one of the drunks remarked as the circle around him got tighter.

“He isn’t showing off his little skirt boys, he’s showing us where he keeps his little cock. Don’t you know all of these faggots have tiny baby dicks?”

Oh fuck, Brian thought. Who are these people? Where is Jim?He looked and behind the four Italian goons stood Zeke Robbins.

What was Zeke Robbins, a fucking homophobe, doing at a gay BDSM club?

One of the goons grabbed his arm and the circle opened. In strolled a man with the coldest eyes Brian had ever seen.

“I hope you looked in the mirror tonight, kid, because after I finish, you won’t have a face…or balls and a cock,” Zeke added.

I guess that supplies me with the answer. They are here to kill me, to hurt Bear. I can’t let him hurt Bear. I can take whatever he dishes out, but he can’t hurt Bear.

All of a sudden, Brian found himself tackled to the floor.

The first drunk sat on him and kissed him, slobbering spit and whiskey all over his face. The cold-eyed man watched. When Brian spat at him, he kicked his ribs. Zeke Robbins didn’t even try to touch him, he just watched with a sadistic smile.

The person with the eyes was the leader of this pack of wolves. Four held him down as he grabbed under the toga, and when he did not come up with a hand full of genitals, he began to punch and kick Brian. It was only a few minutes before the other patrons of Indiscreet realized Brian was both unwilling and ineligible for play.

A huge brown-skinned man, sporting leathers and an earring, came out and attempted to pull the man off Brian. Brian heard the ominous click of a gun being readied to fire.

“Get the Boss,” the huge man hollered to the bartender. The words barely left his mouth when one of the others took out a second weapon, which he slammed across the black man’s face.

“Yes,” said the fake drunk who slobbered on him. “Get the boss. Frankie has a lovely show planned.” Brian noticed the glint of steel that appear next to his throat.

The men dragged Brian to his feet. From this position, he could see Bear shoving his way across the room. Brian yelled, “Master, no, they have guns!”

Brian felt the blade slice his toga. The bartender called out and two bouncers came running. Bull maneuvered to kick the first gun away, clearing the way for Master Bear, who took out the second with his bullwhip. Robbins tried to run, but was blocked by Jim who had circled in from behind so he couldn’t escape.

Brian stood still as the man with the knife sliced through his loincloth. The gold cock ring fell to the carpet as the man grabbed at his genitals. Brian cried out and dropped to the floor, leaving Bear a clear path for the bull whip. One strike and the knife fell from Frankie’s hand. Frankie began to kick at Brian, who was curled into a ball attempting to cover both his nakedness and his despair. A second snap of the whip sent it curling around Frankie’s waist. Bear reeled him in like a fat fish and the bouncer grabbed and netted their prey.

Bear began to whip Frankie until his clothing was in shreds and red welts appeared on the back of his black silk shirt. Frankie hit the floor and Bear followed, releasing the whip. He threw hard and determined punches at Frankie’s face while kneeing his cock and balls with horrific force. Frankie screamed in pain and begged for a quick death.

Lt. Martino appeared behind Bear and said, “Enough.” As he proceeded to read Frankie and his goons their rights, Jim Boy stepped forward holding Zeke by the collar. Zeke had two black eyes, one of which was swollen shut.

He screamed at Martino, “This man assaulted me.” Jim slammed his free fist into Zeke’s balls.

“Shut the fuck up and listen to the Lieutenant, because you are going down with them. I believe the charges are conspiracy to commit murder, attempted murder, and assault with a deadly weapon, trespassing on private property, and those are just the ones I can think up. I’m sure Master Tom here has a larger repertoire.”

Brian saw a path open before him and soon Bear was kneeling at Brian’s side. Brian was still curled up in a fetal position, as if he was trying to protect himself. He looked up and saw his lover, and realized it would be for the last time. He failed. Bear got there in time to prevent a rape, but Brian was violated by the drunk’s kiss, and Frankie’s hands on his cock and balls. Technically, despite all effort to the contrary, he had broken the rules. Even though he fought them tooth and nail, he failed.