Page 211 of The Valiant Knight
It was all he had left in his life, and he knew it. This was his end. Now, Graham was just going through the motions until the time came and he got unlucky.
Because he hated himself.
When the stranger shoved him to his knees, ripped off the condom, and shoved his dick down his throat, he fucked his face until he came.
The whole time, Graham felt defiled.
His whole life was this clusterfuck. Gone were the days of making love to the man he couldn’t live without, and here were the days he was nothing but some stranger’s cum dumpster.
My how the mighty had fallen.
Wherever D’Artangnan was, he hoped and prayed his life was far better than this.
Graham would carry this for them both as his big sin. It was only fair. He was being punished for mistakes he couldn’t undo.
As the last of the man’s cum filled his belly, his date pulled free from his battered lips.
“Such a whore,” he said, laughing. “That’s why you’re popular on the loo wall. I have a feeling you’re going to get more calls.”
The stranger dropped some cash onto Graham’s body.
“Thanks for that fuck,” he said. “You’re a good cum dumpster. I’ll update the bathroom wall. That was well worth the money for the booze.”
And in that moment, he knew he’d never come back from this. He was now nothing more than some whore.
As he sat there, his ass on the ground, and cum on his jeans, Graham wanted to die.
Alone.
In the alley.
His heart hurt, and he knew he was officially done. Now, all Graham wanted was to silence the demons. That meant breaking one last promise.
To Gryphen.
Pulling out his phone, he composed the text. With so much pain, he typed out the message, knowing it would be his last. He only had one friend left. Well, two, if you counted the couple.
Honestly, he couldn’t sit through their wedding. It would kill him. Watching Finn find happiness had broken one more piece of him, knowing he’d never be loved again.
‘Gryphen, I won’t be available for your wedding. I know I promised you I would, but I just can’t do it. The medal will get to you. I’m sorry. Please know that I really tried. It became way too much of a burden to carry.’
He hit send, pulled up his pants, and sat there, contemplating how to escape. As he did, his phone began ringing.
It was a blocked number.
At first, he didn’t plan on answering it. But why not? Maybe it was another man, and he’d finish him off in the alley, and he wouldn’t have to be brave.
“Hello,” he whispered.
That’s when he heard him.
“It’s me. Where are you? What can I do for you?” Gryphen asked, worried about the man.
Immediately, tears filled Graham’s eyes. No one could help him. The only way he could be saved was if by some miracle, D’Artangnan came back.
And that was never happening.
“There’s nothing anyone can do, Gryphen. I’m empty. I’m so goddamn empty and the pain is too much.”
