Page 281 of Outlaws of Tulsa

“Caught obeys me so well. If I wanted him to beat you to death right now, all it would take was my command.” Night Giant chuckles. “You’d be dead within a minute.”

I don’t believe that.

This isn’t like the last time. Dragon and I share much more than a bed. We have a connection. We’re bound together in ways I’ve never been with anyone in my entire life. I’m his and asmuch as I like when he hurts me when we have sex, he wouldn’t actually hurt me, much less kill me.

I have to believe this.

Dragon continues his mindless chanting. It comes out shakily and filled with terror. I’m beginning to realize he’ll be useless unless I can deal with Night Giant first to snap him out of it.

Think, Cove.

Night Giant slides his hand down into my boxers, fondling my soft dick. I yelp in surprise before thrashing with all my might. He’s relentless as he attempts to stroke my cock to life.

Dragon’s chanting grows louder. Through my own strangled sounds of disgust, I try and make out what he’s saying. Finally, I understand.

“Batman. Batman. Batman. Batman.”

Over and over and over again.

Tears burn in my eyes. His safeword. He’s using his safeword, but I can’t stop this control Night Giant has over him. I can’t save him.

I have to try.

With a ragged screech, I twist in Night Giant’s strong grip now that his hand is occupied in my boxers and my teeth find his pectoral muscle. I bite into him savagely, uncaring if I rip his fucking nipple off in the process. I don’t manage to do that, but his howl of pain is enough to make him release me.

Dragon’s knife.

It’s so close.

I scramble for it, on my hands and knees, crawling over Dragon’s bent form along the way. The boat moves hard to the right just before I reach it and it skitters across the deck out of range. Before I can make it to it, a boot smacks into my ribs, knocking me onto my side. Pain radiates across my midsection as I gasp for air. Another kick has me sailing into some barrels. My shoulder screams in pain from the impact.

Night Giant’s massive hand grabs the back of my neck and he manhandles me over the barrel. It’s not until he rips my boxers down with such force the fabric tears that I realize what’s about to happen.

Oh God, no.

“Dragon!” I scream, fighting against this beast of a man. “Help me!”

But he doesn’t. I’m all alone in this.

The sound of Night Giant’s belt jangling as he undoes his pants cuts through my every nerve ending. Realization washes over me like a cold wave. I’m not getting away. This man is going to brutally fuck me and there’s nothing I can do about it—no one to beg to help me.

Like Dragon, I find myself murmuring my own safeword as if it actually has the power to save me.

“Robin. Robin. Robin.”

Night Giant’s thick cock smacks against my ass cheek. He’s too big and we don’t have lube. This is going to hurt so fucking bad.

I scream out the safeword again, followed by Dragon’s name.

And then I give up.

Dragon

I want to go home.

I want to go home.

I want my mom.