Page 102 of The Butterfly Killer

The guy glared, but it wasn’t genuine. He grabbed Burns’s arm and turned him around. “Shut up.”

Burns kept the giggle low so the guy could only vaguely hear it. He was pushed toward the sparse woods opposite of the warehouse and on the other side of the gravel road the SUV was parked on.

The guy pulled out a flip phone—disposable—and dialed someone.

“I’m taking the other agent to piss.” There was some yelling on the other end. “It’s fine. I’ll shoot him if he even farts.”

Burns frowned. Why didthatoffend him?

The guy laughed. “Sure, sure.”

Burns did roll his eyes. He was starting to think this guy wasn’t hot.

The guy hung up. “Go piss.”

He pushed Burns towards a tree. Burns gave the guy a glare over his shoulder. The guy grinned as if they were still flirting with each other. He seemed more loose. Like being away from the rest of the group gave him more confidence.

Burns figured the cartel wasn’t exactly the most accepting of groups. Being gay was probably just as bad as being a traitor or snitch.

Burns turned his back to the guy and unzipped his pants. He pulled down his underwear so it settled right under his ass. Itwas awkward to stand with his ass out and to know the man was staring at it.

He did need to piss so he did.

He heard the man get closer. As he finished and was about to zip himself back up, the guy pressed him up against the tree.

“Little tease, aren’t yeah? A slut like you can’t help yourself, can you?”

The man had no qualms grabbing Burns’s soft dick. Burns couldn’t hold back the yelp. The man ignored it and started grinding against Burns’s unclothed ass. He was fully hard now, rutting against Burns like he hadn’t come in years.

Burns faked a moan. It was hard togethard, but the friction was enough to get an erection.

He thought back to where the guy’s gun was. Right side, tucked in his pants. Even if his hands weren’t tied, he wouldn’t be able to reach it with the man’s arm blocking his reach.

Burns pushed his ass out, panting. “Please, I want to suck your cock. I need it in my mouth, please.”

The guy groaned. “Yes. Get on your knees.”

Burns did. He fell. He bit the inside of his cheek as he landed on rocks and twigs. The guy was frantic as he unzipped himself. He pulled out just his cock, leaving the gun secure in his belt.

The cock made Burns pause. It was daunting. Large, thick, and leaking precum. Very much a dick. A penis. Was he really going to do this?

The gun and threat of death said he was going to do it.

Still, he looked for some kind of disgust. There wasn’t. Which was cause for concern because he didn’t think he was remotely attracted to this guy.

“Come on. Open your mouth, slut.”

Burns’s heart skipped. Slut. Being called that shouldn’t make him feel this way.

He began to open his mouth. The guy lead his cock forward. Just as the tip was going to touch his tongue, he pulled away.

The guy growled. “What?”

Burns smirked. “This would be easier if I had my hands free.”

The guy frowned. “No.”

Burns pursed his lips. “As much as I’d like to choke on your cock, we don’t have a lot of time before your buddy’s start looking for you.”

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