Page 62 of The Gentlemen's Club

“Lovely, then we’re in agreement. I will find a show for us to see this weekend. Now, finish your pasta before it gets cold.”

Anthony looked down at his plate, not feeling like taking another bite.Anger rose inside him, mixed with frustration. Part of him had expected Tobias to react this way, yet he still hoped he wouldn’t. Anthony put down his fork and looked Tobias in the eyes. “I’m going away this weekend for Ethan’s birthday. My next weekend is available if you’re interested.” He added, “And this pasta isn’t very good.”

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He was hurting.

Even through the haze of drugs, the pain inside him hit with unrelenting force. How many had there been tonight? Must be about ten, and unlike previous times, the men treated him roughly, sometimes violently. If this was how the other toys were being treated, it made him sick.

The mattress beneath him was lumpy, the sheet filthy. The room was one of the smallest in the club, and the air felt stuffy and heavy in his lungs. He didn’t know the time, but it felt like he’d been stuck in this room for many hours. Just two days ago, he had the time of his life with Ethan and Jay in Virginia. When he’d gotten back to the club, he had been led by Dima to this room without even seeing Tobias. That had never happened before, and Anthony suspected Tobias didn’t know he was in there. This whole thing could very well be a mistake on Dima’s part, although it was highly unlikely.

He tried to shift his position to ease the pain in his cramped back, but his body was as mobile as a rock at the bottom of the ocean. He never felt like this after drinking a cocktail, which meant it hadn’t been a regular drug he’d been given.

The door opened and two men entered. The thought of servicing them was petrifying. He had nothing more to give. He forced his eyes to blink away the blurriness until Tobias and Chris became somewhat clear.Oh, thank God.

Chris averted his gaze, looking uncomfortable. “Is he okay?”

“Yes, but he’s been bad.”

“I should take him home.”

“No, there’s something else that you should do.” He turned to Chris. “Fuck him.”

“What?”

“Don’t you want to?”

“No.”

“Oh, please. I’m not blind to the way you still look at him. Go on, fuck him. As a member, it is your right.”

“But it’s disgusting in here.”

“As I said, he’s been bad. Let me know when you’re done so I can have him cleaned and sent home.”

Tobias left and closed the door behind him. Chris came closer, looking at Anthony with a mix of pity and disgust. “Look at you.” He shook his head. “Is this what you wanted?”

Anthony didn’t know how to answer. What he wanted hadn’t been relevant in a long time. He’d gotten used to rolling with the flow and embracing other men’s desires. The one time he’d stood his ground lately had gotten him into this filthy room.

“I want to go home,” Anthony managed to say. Speaking was like climbing a mountain.

“You heard him; you’ll go home when I’m done.” He took off his clothes. “I warned you about this—abouthim,but you know best. Well, don’t let me get in the way of your lovequarrel. I’m just going to fuck you like half the club already did tonight.”

Don’t, his brain said, but his mouth didn’t.

Chris climbed on the bed and positioned himself between Anthony’s bent legs. With one quick thrust, he shoved himself inside.

After so much sex, Anthony lost the ability to feel pleasure. His asshole burned like the sun. He might have been bleeding—no, he was sure he was. Chris pumped like a machine, rocking Anthony’s body back and forth on the dirty, sweat-soaked, sheet. He didn’t make eye contact as if Anthony was a bad memory.

He’s trying to make a point.

Sex with Chris should have felt familiar, but the man fucking him couldn’t have been more of a stranger.

Five minutes later, Chris grunted as he ejaculated inside Anthony, who couldn’t even feel it by that point. Chris slipped out, got up, and dressed quickly. “You don’t owe him or this club anything,” he said. “Let me know if you need help.”

He left before Anthony could respond.

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