Page 36 of Ready to Cash Out

Trev jumped to his feet and ran to the door. The chain caught him when he was only two feet from reaching the knob, and he growled in frustration.

Motherfucker.

He hurried back to the bed and climbed up. He braced himself on the edge of the frame and pulled on the chain with his entire weight, trying to wrench it free from the wall. “Come on… you… fucker!”

The chain didn’t budge.

The door opened.

Trev turned his head, flashing a dazzling smile as Jupiter walked in. “Good morning.”

“Morning.” Jupiter smirked.

Trev batted his eyes. “Would you believe me if I told you I was stretching?”

“No.”

Trev dropped the chain. “Fine.” He hopped off the bed. “How about a bathroom break? Is that in my future? Because it’s either that or I piss right here.”

Jupiter snorted and beckoned Trev over with a finger. “Come here, baby doll.”

Trev approached, watching Jupiter pull the key out of his jacket pocket.

Good to know he was still keeping it there.

Jupiter released the padlock and then removed the collar. He rubbed Trev’s neck, saying, “Now, you’re going to be a good boy and not try anything, aren’t you?”

“I won’t make a promise I can’t keep,” Trev said sweetly.

“Come on.” Jupiter held the back of Trev’s neck, leading him out into the hallway.

Judging by the light coming in from some of the windows, it was early morning.

Ugh, definitely too early to be up.

Jupiter brought Trev to a door two down from the room he was being kept in, and he opened it to reveal a small bathroom.

With no windows, naturally.

“Go on.” Jupiter crossed his arms. “I’ll be right here.”

“You don’t want to come hold it for me?”

Jupiter gave Trev a small push. “Now.”

“Fine.” Trev stalked inside, slamming the door behind him. He noted there was no way to lock it and sighed. He used the toilet, looking around for anything that might be useful. There was a sink, a bottle of soap, a mirror, some toilet paper, and that was it.

Great.

He finished up, making an effort to wash his hands and freshen up. He scrubbed his face to try and wash off his makeup, longing for his cleansers and moisturizer. He made a face in the mirror when he ended up looking like a raccoon and grabbed some toilet paper to finish cleaning up with.

Trev checked his reflection.

Good enough.

He opened the bathroom door and struck a provocative pose against the frame. “So. Whose dick do I have to suck to get some breakfast, hmm?”

Jupiter snorted, reaching for Trev’s arm. “Let me get you chained back up and I’ll see what I can do, hmm?”

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