Chapter 13

13

RINGO

C astor wakes me with a rough push, eyes dancing with excitement. “Wake up, B!”

A piercing sound fills the room.

Rubbing my eyes, I look around. “What the fuck is that?”

“That, my friend, is our brand new Tapod security system. I wasn’t sure if the alarm would actually go off, but damn…” Castor shakes his head, then grabs the remote and starts flicking through the camera material on the screen. “Where is that little shithead…”

The halls of the asylum are empty. And that fucking noise keeps on coming.

“The alarm didn’t activate when our flower was here the first time, did it?” I shout over the noise.

“Hmm, you’re right.” Castor’s tongue sweeps his lip as he eyes the screen in concentration. “It’s not the asylum.”

“What time is it anyway?” I look around. “Where’s Finn?”

“He nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound. I told him to go and get freshened up.”

“Well, I’ll follow his example.”

“There.” Castor snarls. “Gotcha, motherfuckers.”

I sit my ass back down.

The alarm switches off as the screen lights up with four figures marching through the forest. Fucking finally. I grab the hoodie and sweatpants I wore earlier today. Shower forgotten.

My brother fistbumps the air. “It seems like our man has some friends after all. Sweet. All the more for us.”

David, Levi, Jess, and Lea are strolling outside on our land.

“They went home, got changed, and came back,” I mutter. Even David has put on different clothes, and his face is covered with bandages.

“Want to call the police?”

“Hmm, not yet. Where are they heading anyway?” He asks instead.

I point my finger at one of their hands. “And what are they carrying?”

“Those fuckheads,” Castor grumbles. “They’re walking toward the old director’s house. They know where Finn lives.”

I shrug. “Well, they are study partners. The question is, what the fuck are they doing coming over at four in the morning?”

The door creaks open, and in walks Finn, wearing his shiny new silken thong and see-through shirt. He yawns, eyes glassy with fatigue, his hair tousled. He looks fucking precious. “I couldn’t find my pants,” he blushes when he sees us both looking.

“You look perfect. Come here, flower,” Castor hooks Finn’s legs over his own widened thighs, back to his chest, spreading him wide on his lap. “Take a look at your so-called friends.”

As I crawl toward them and settle between his legs, I see Finn stare at the screen, his eyes widening as realization dawns.

“That’s the path to the house,” he breathes. “To my room.”

“Correct.” I rub my hands over Finn’s thighs and bury my face inside his groin, smiling when I hear him gasp.

“What are they doing there?” He asks. “They should be in bed. And—how come we can see this? Do you have cameras everywhere?”

“Yes. Everywhere,” my brother rasps. My smile widens at that. Finn’s about to find out how thoroughly we protect what’s ours.

I groan at the sight of Finn’s new lace, hugging the lithe shapes of his hips and bulge. An impressive bulge, I can confirm, because it’s swelling under my watchful stare. With a single swipe of the soft material, his erection springs free. My mouth traces the curve of his cock and sucks on the tip.

Finn draws in a sharp breath. “They brought spray paint,” he utters. “Look at that. They’re going to—” I lick my way down the underside of his shaft and suckle his balls inside my mouth. “Ugh. Fuck. You—” His hand lands on my head.

Looking up between my lashes, I watch his gray gaze dart back and forth between me and the screen. His pupils are blown, making his lashes flutter even more beautifully.

“We have time, flower,” Castor murmurs. “Let them search around while we relieve some of your tension. You look happy playing with Finn’s cock down there, brother.” His hand cups my cheek, and I lean into him, letting him pull Finn’s balls out of my mouth and fill it with Finn’s leaking cockhead instead.

Wet, salty precum explodes on my taste buds, and I groan.

“Suck it deeper, B,” Castor uses his grip on Finn’s cock to push it deeper inside my mouth until I gag. “That’s it. Choke on it. Drink it.”

“Oh my God,” Finn lets out. His thighs tremble, and his hips move restlessly. He’s getting close.

“How does it feel, flower? Does his mouth suck you good?”

I groan at Castor’s filthy words. With hollowed cheeks, I pump Finn’s cock inot my throat cutting off air until I see stars.

My craving for violence matches my craving for an orgasm, and Castor is right. I want both of them to fuck me at the same time, I want them to use me as a tool for their pleasure when we seal this night and the rest of our lives.

“Oh fuck, oh—” Finn babbles. His head is tipped back, but his scorching, hooded gaze is on me. His face is flushed, and his lips tremble. “You are so sexy together,” he whispers. My brother’s long fingers trace my cheek and lips while he drops kisses on Finn’s temple.

Finn erupts with a shudder, and he moans a string of words when he fills my mouth with his release. I keep my mouth around him until he finally sags back with a soft sigh. I drop a kiss on the spent tip of his dick and slide his lace back.

“Thank you,” he mutters, smiling softly. He still looks tired. Watching him like that, unguarded but satisfied, brings a flutter through my chest.

Getting up, I plant a kiss on his lips, then one on my brother’s lips, groaning when Finn cups my straining erection.

“Do you want me to take care of you?” he asks.

I shake my head forcefully.

Castor chuckles. “Does he want it? Yes. But we have a rule, flower. First chaos, then release.” He eyes my crotch. “Although that looks painful.”

“Fuck you,” I bat Castor’s hand away to get us some coffee.

“They’re spraying graffiti on the wall,” Finn mutters. He leans forward as he watches Levi write on his front door. “What does it say? ‘ Little cunt. ’ Oh wow, I—” He looks away, hurt. “I don’t know why they hate me so much.”

I don’t like that small voice.

“Because David is a frustrated asshole,” Castor grumbles, accepting the warm drink I hold out for him. “And he knows he got set up. By you, of all people. The boy he kissed. The boy he threw away and used as the outlet for his sexual frustration. Even if he wants to get back into his daddy’s graces, he realizes he has fucked up. So he’s come for revenge.”

We watch as the group on screen laugh at the words Levi sprayed on the wood. Finn shivers. “If we hadn’t been caught by his friends, we could have stayed a secret.”

“No.”

“Back then, I mean,” Finn backpedals. “Not since I met you.”

“No,” Castor’s voice is nothing but a low boom. He snatches a hand around Finn’s throat and pulls him closer to him. “You are no filthy secret, baby. You are a treasure.”

Ours ours ours.

Castor looks up, and our eyes meet. “Shall we up this game a little?” He throws his phone onto Finn’s lap. “This is the app for the security camera. Fucking amazing. We had it personalized so we could fuck around when you were inside the asylum.”

“How did you know that I would be here?”

“You wouldn’t want to miss our grandmother’s seventy-year horror show, would you?” Castor wiggles his eyebrows and then grabs the phone. “Look. What do you want to do?”

Dropping my ass next to Finn, I watch as he checks out the options.

“Voices, smoke—oh, that would be pretty cool—footsteps… footsteps ?” He looks up. “Like you did with us?”

“Yeah. Those were pretty cool, right?”

Finn frowns. “So you weren’t really up there?”

“Nah, we were here—” Castor pats the empty spot beside him. “On the couch. Watching you.”

“And with every step you took, you came a little closer. It was such a beautiful night,” I add.

“And then you came knocking on our door,” Castor winks, humming in satisfaction.

“I didn’t come knocking on your door,” Finn mutters, his gaze back onto the phone. “Horror laugh,” he reads. “Yes. I’ll go for that one.”

“Good choice,” Castor praises. “Press the button, flower. The floor is yours.”

Finn hesitates, but right before I want to encourage him to go for it, he clicks the option himself.

We all peer toward the screen, where a loud, screeching sound fills the silence. All four intruders flinch.

“Finn?” The guy with the spray can halts and looks up. “What the hell, dude? We know you’re in there. We know that you set us up. Why are you playing us like this?”

“Playing us,” I snort. “Assholes.”

“Let’s just go, Levi,” Lea says. “I don’t want any trouble.”

“Come on, babe, don’t be such a coward,” the blond girl says. “We know the asylum isn’t abandoned. Who placed those damn cameras?” She raps against the door. “Finn! Open the damn door.”

“Here, let me,” David kicks against the door until it finally yanks open.

Next to me, Finn moves restlessly. “I can’t believe they would do that. I could have been upstairs, lying in bed. Alone,” he shivers.

I lean back, smiling. It’s incredible what the right information at the right time to the wrong person can cause. And all that because of shame of your own flesh and blood.

The screen changes, and next, we see the long, narrow corridor.

“You…you—” Finn turns his gaze to face me. “You had a camera inside the house?”

“We know all about you, flower,” Castor rasps. He throws his feet over Finn’s lap as he puts himself into a laying position, a sexy, unhinged smile on his lips.

Finn sits back to accommodate his long legs and lets out a long sigh. “What are they thinking coming inside the house? Do they want to hurt me?”

“Yes,” I say. “ He does.”

“And the others are a bunch of pathetic losers,” Castor wiggles his toes. “Come on, flower, press some more buttons. Let’s play. You can even lock the door from the inside.”

“But why?” Finn asks while he starts pushing buttons. “Why does he still want to hurt me?”

Smoke emerges inside the hall, making the screen fill with shouts.

“Hasn’t he harassed me enough? The past years, and then tonight in the restroom…”

The lights switch on and off as more smoke enters the house.

I smile inwardly at Finn’s little tantrum.

“His father knows about him breaking into the asylum. And the owner of the house was not happy about it,” Castor says. “Ah. It looks like we have a winner.”

Jess leaves the house with a terrified scream.

“Or a loser,” I add. “Depending on how you grade those students.” A second camera reveals how she flees through the trees, her flashlight in hand, before she finally runs through the gates.

“He’s got to be here, that little cunt!” David growls in frustration.

“You told him you own the house?” Finn asks.

“No, sweetheart. We play slowly, thoroughly, one step at a time.”

He frowns, thoughtful. “What’s the prize?”

Castor smirks. “You.”

“Oh,” Finn actually sounds surprised. Cute.

More horrifying laughter fills the place, and I’m hard again. This night better be over soon because my clenching ass can already feel my lovers playing with it. Dropping my head back, I let out a frustrated groan.

“Tired?” Finn asks sweetly. Oh, sweetheart.

“Nah, I’m okay,” I grunt, ignoring Castor’s knowing chuckle.

A voice on the screen draws our attention back. It’s Lea. “Finn, if you’re out here, please let me know that you’re okay?” She’s knocking on the locked door that leads to his room.

“Way to go, Lea,” David snarls. “Of course, he’s not going to answer. You’ve scared the little cunt.”

“We have no right to be here in the first place,” Lea retorts. “He doesn’t deserve this.”

“No, he doesn’t,” I confirm. “So get the fuck away from our property.”

“He’s in there, hiding like the bitch he is,” David says. The injuries on his face give him a comical look. “But I’ve had enough. He’s fooled us all into believing he's this innocent guy.”

Lea is leaving. She looks upset, tears streaming down her face. They didn’t exchange any words; we would have heard them, but something must have happened.

“Are we going to let her go like that?” Castor asks.

“Yeah,” Finn mutters. “She’s—she never was a bully.”

“No, but she allowed it,” I mutter. And those are even more dangerous. I don’t say the words out loud. This is still Finn’s process, and though I can’t grasp what he feels, I want him to be in control.

Finn chooses the sound of footsteps.

Lea screams. As she runs out of the house, the front door shuts with unnatural speed and locks the two remaining guys in.

“There she goes,” Castor sings, and swings his legs back onto the floor.

“Two down, two to go,” we both get up.

Finn’s eyes widen with worry. “Where are you going?”

“We're going to speed this up a little, flower,” I lean in and brush our mouths together. “Because I’m going to need your cock inside my ass. Soon.”

Finn’s cheeks heat. “Oh, okay.”

“Exactly, okay.” Castor chuckles. “Be a good boy and keep pressing those options when you want to play. It’s a team effort, after all. We’ll be right back.”