Chapter 3

Chapter

Three

"Who?" Trev spat.

"Boss Cold," Jupiter repeated firmly.

The door opened, and the two men who were with Jupiter earlier charged inside.

The clean-shaven one scowled as he snapped, "Hey! We good to go or what?"

"Good." Jupiter still had Trev pinned. "We're just getting to know each other a bit better, that's all."

"Fuck you! You have got the wrong guy." Trev refused to stop struggling. "My mother never had any other kids, you fucking idiot!"

"That may be true, but your father, Boris Legrand, had several. You have a big half brother out there, and he's a dangerous gangster."

Trev tensed.

Boris was his father's name.

He'd thought Boris's last name was Usher. His mother's was Wilson and they never married, but certainly she wouldn't have lied to Trev about something so important. She would have told him if he had any half-siblings out there.

Unless she had a very good reason not to.

Said half-siblings being gangsters was a solid justification, but that still didn't feel right. Trev's mom had never been afraid to be honest with him about anything, which meant she probably hadn't known about this particular relation.

"Play nice and behave yourself, and you'll even get to meet your family." Jupiter smirked. "Won't that be fun?"

"What the fuck makes you think this guy will even give you what you want for a half brother he probably doesn't know about?" Trev rolled his eyes. "Are you gonna have us go on Maury and talk it out or something? Have a big, tearful reunion? This is insane!"

"Boss Cold is very partial to his family, and he's short on blood relatives. That's where you come in."

"That's enough," the bearded man snapped. "You get the thing or not?"

"Nearly." Jupiter reached into his jacket.

Gun .

Jupiter had to be reaching for a gun.

Trev twisted away from Jupiter, adrenaline pumping through every muscle as he finally broke free. He flipped his legs over his head, clumsily tumbling to the other side of the bed. On his feet once more, he scrambled for what to do next.

He was outnumbered, unarmed, and his little stunt had put him in a corner.

Fuck .

Jupiter didn't seem that upset Trev had gotten away from him. He seemed mildly annoyed at best. After all, there was nowhere for Trev to go.

"Be a good boy and come here." Jupiter beckoned Trev over with a finger.

"So you can shoot me?" Trev scoffed. "Fat fuckin' chance, asshole."

Jupiter cleared his throat.

It was then Trev finally looked at what Jupiter had pulled out of his jacket, and it wasn't a weapon.

It was a cotton swab in a sterile packet.

"Sorry, but I'm not into whatever it is you plan to do with that," Trev said sweetly. "How about you bend over and we find a fun place for you to stick it?"

Jupiter chuckled. "Cute."

"Enough," the bearded man snapped again. "Get it already or I will."

"Easy, Sal." Jupiter kept his eyes on Trev. "I'll get it."

"Get what?" Trev demanded.

"We need proof that you're Cold's brother. Just need a little mouth swab, all right?"

Trev eyed the swab. "Ten seconds ago, you were so sure I was. Now you need my spit for some kinda test?"

"We are sure. But Cold will want it." Jupiter smiled. "It won't hurt. Unless you want it to."

Trev didn't like how that sounded like a threat, and he took a deep breath as he again weighed his options.

Limited, not great, and most of them certainly ending in his own demise if he didn't cooperate.

There was only the one door and…

Wait.

The window!

There was a window hidden behind the fancy wallpaper beside the bed. It looked out into the dirty alley behind the club and had been such an unappealing view that the owners had pasted the wallpaper right over it during the last round of renovations.

The club had been flooded when a water pipe broke a few months ago—no, that didn't matter.

All that mattered was now Trev had a way out.

His mind spun rapidly with various scenarios, and he tried to plan his next move. His cell phone and other personal items, including his keys, were in his locker in the club's dressing room. He was going to consider those lost forever because it was too risky to try sneaking out to retrieve them and successfully make a getaway. His main goal had to be getting the hell out of here.

He could buy a new phone later and get the spare set of keys from Camille.

And then strangle her with her own bathrobe sash for setting him up. She had to have known Trev wasn't supposed to come back from doing this little favor for her. It was why she'd been willing to give him such a great deal on his rent, that traitorous bitch?—

Plan .

Focus.

He needed a plan.

Trev could play nice for now. As long as he remained in this room, there was a chance for him to escape. He just had to figure out a way to get his captors to leave and hope they didn't know about the old window. Once he was home, he was going to grab all his cash and flee the fucking state. Maybe even the country.

For now, though, he had to keep Jupiter happy.

He could do that.

Trev knew exactly how to make a man happy.

He didn't want to appear too eager and rouse Jupiter's suspicions, so he asked, "Just a swab? That's it?"

"That's it," Jupiter said.

"Well, it won't be the worst thing I've ever had in my mouth." Trev crawled up on the bed, well aware of what a vision he was as he slinked over to be within Jupiter's reach. Even Sal and Emil were staring at him, but he made sure to keep his focus on Jupiter.

"Open." Jupiter tapped Trev's chin.

Trev opened his mouth, and he made sure to flutter his lashes as Jupiter slid the swab in. He wanted it to be a mockery of a blowjob, and he was pleased when Jupiter's lips twitched up in a smile.

"Good boy," Jupiter praised, tucking the swab back into the packet. He handed it to Emil. "Here."

"I'm not touching that." Emil scoffed. "I don't answer to you?—"

"But you answer to me," Sal snapped, cuffing the side of Emil's head. "Go on, Emiliano. Run that shit over and put a rush on it. We need the results back yesterday."

Emil scowled as he snatched the swab from Jupiter. "Fine. Whatever."

Sal snorted, watching Emil leave. Once the door shut, he turned his attention to Jupiter. "You wanna keep an eye on our little friend here?"

"I'd be happy to," Jupiter replied. "I'll make sure he's very comfortable."

"I'll let you know when we're ready to move. Just got a few more things to settle. You got it?"

"Yes, sir."

"Hang tight." Sal gave a quick nod and then left.

Two down, one to go.

Trev stretched out on his back and spread his legs as if he was trying to get comfortable. He didn't miss how Jupiter eyed him, but he remained casual as he said, "So. What now?"

"We wait, baby doll."

"For how long?"

"For as long as it takes."

"And then what?"

"You wait some more."

Trev huffed. "So, what?—"

"Quiet now," Jupiter warned.

"Yeah, I don't think so." Trev tucked his arms behind his head. "That whole yes, sir crap only applied when we were going to have some fun. Now you're my kidnapper, and forgive me if I don't feel as inclined to obey you."

"You'd think you'd be more inclined."

Trev popped his tongue. "Yeah, no. I'm good. This is bullshit. You're holding me hostage, you're not going to fuck me, you're?—"

"Who said I'm not going to fuck you?" Jupiter's eyes glittered with mischief. "We do have some time to kill."

Trev ran his tongue over his bottom lip, and his stomach fluttered. He knew it was dangerous to poke at a gangster like Jupiter. The chances of getting laid were certainly as high as being whacked, but this was the only hand he had to play.

Jupiter didn't want a perfect little playmate to boss around. Trev could see that now. Jupiter wanted a brat he could bend to his will, a wild thing to tame, and Trev knew exactly how to give it to him.

"Who says I'm going to let you?" Trev challenged.

"Oh, baby doll." Jupiter chuckled. "I know it. You want a real man. Someone who knows how to handle you and give you what you want without having to screw around."

"And what's that?"

"To be put in your place and fucked like a whore and still be taken out to dinner after."

Trev couldn't argue with that, and Jupiter's words created a powerful bloom of heat in his loins. He reached down to squeeze his cock through his panties, taunting, "Sorry, maybe I'm just not in the mood right now."

"Who's pretending now?" Jupiter walked to the foot of the bed.

"Certainly not me." Trev kept stroking himself slowly over the soft lace. "I still have my doubts that you can?—"

"Come here." Jupiter pointed to the mattress in front of him.

"Right now?" Trev shivered.

"Right now, sir ."

"I thought you wanted me to call you sir?" Trev grinned. "I can dom if you'd like?—"

" Now ." Jupiter's tone indicated that he was not amused.

Trev had never cared much for being submissive. It simply wasn't in his nature, though he could fake it quite well. He'd never felt any particular joy from being praised and certainly had never longed for anyone to take away his control and dominate him.

Strangely, however, there was a part of him right now that was excited .

Jupiter was a criminal. There was no telling what he was truly capable of. The danger had created a new thrill that Trev was having trouble defining, but it pumped adrenaline through his veins until all his muscles felt light, and his cock was rock hard as he crawled down to the foot of the bed.

"Here, sir?" Trev drawled. "Or am I too close? Maybe another inch?"

"You're fine there. You're right where I want you." Jupiter touched Trev's chin again. "I am going to give that beautiful little mouth of yours something more productive to do than talking back to me."

"Yes, sir." Trev's heart thumped away in a frantic rhythm, nearly as feverish as how hard and fast he hoped Jupiter was gonna fuck him later.

Jupiter unbuckled his belt, and the drag of his zipper that followed was torturously slow.

Trev continued to keep his face as neutral as possible, though perhaps he smiled a bit too much when Jupiter finally pulled out his cock.

Big, thick, and beautiful, just like the rest of him.

"Open," Jupiter commanded.

Trev opened his mouth, and he was rewarded with the swipe of the head over his bottom lip.

Finally .

Jupiter rubbed his cock all the way around Trev's mouth, playing over his lips before he began feeding him every girthy inch. "Go on, baby doll. Suck me nice and slow. I wanna make this last."

Trev eagerly took Jupiter into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the shaft as he sucked him. He enjoyed the small gasp Jupiter uttered as he swallowed him down, and he didn't stop until Jupiter's cock had hit the back of his throat.

He bobbed his head, turning at an angle to make sure his tongue slid all the way up and down the shaft. He took his time, swallowing the spit pooling in his cheeks and squeezing the base. He was waiting for Jupiter to grab his hair or fuck his face, but Jupiter appeared content to let Trev do as he pleased for now.

Was he waiting to see what Trev could do?

Was this some sort of test?

Whatever.

Trev savored the weight of Jupiter's cock against his tongue, and he flicked his eyes up to gauge Jupiter's expression.

Jupiter appeared relaxed, though his breathing had certainly picked up.

Trev continued to suck him earnestly, but he was growing impatient. He was pulling out some of his best moves and Jupiter barely acknowledged it. Trev wanted some kind of reaction other than some panting, and he took a quick breath in through his nose before pushing the head of Jupiter's cock down his throat.

"Oh!" Jupiter's eyes fluttered.

Trev continued to deepthroat Jupiter's cock, pushing forward until his nose hit Jupiter's groin. The man's nails immediately dug into Trev's scalp, and Trev would have smiled if he could have. He swallowed around Jupiter's cock so he could feel exactly how far he'd taken him, and then he leisurely withdrew only to promptly suck him down again.

"Christ," Jupiter murmured breathlessly.

There .

That was better.

Jupiter tightened his grip and guided Trev's head to bob on his cock faster and faster. Whatever strict control Jupiter once held was now lost to Trev's tight throat, and Trev took every erratic slam. His mouth flooded with spit and his eyes watered, but he never faltered. He twirled his tongue all around Jupiter's cock to make the most of each thrust, maintaining fierce suction.

Trev could taste the delicious tease of precome, a promise of what would soon follow if he didn't relent. He gasped as Jupiter abruptly pulled out, and he blinked rapidly to focus his vision. To his dismay, Jupiter's expression was…

Blank.

Tepid at best.

Jupiter slid the head of his cock over Trev's bottom lip, playing in the wetness as he took a deep breath to exhale an annoyed sigh. "I seem to recall telling someone that we were going to take this slow."

"Oh?" Trev scowled. "Must have slipped my mind, sir."

"What's wrong, baby doll?"

"Sucking off a rock would be more exciting than sucking you." Trev rolled his eyes, adding as sarcastically as possible, " Sir ."

Jupiter smiled. "Were you not enjoying yourself?"

"Were you?" Trev shot back. "Because you could have fooled me."

"Ah." Jupiter smiled. "So, you do concern yourself with wanting your partner to feel good. You want to know that they like what you're doing. You seek validation in sharing mutual passion."

"What?" Trev scoffed.

"That's how you want to be good for me." Jupiter caressed Trev's cheek. "You want to make sure I enjoy your performance thoroughly. It would offend you if I didn't."

Trev opened his mouth to argue, but he shut it when he realized he didn't know what to say.

Jupiter was right, that gorgeous bastard.

Trev did want Jupiter to like what he was doing.

It was a point of pride.

Trev didn't want to simply be another notch in anyone's headboard. He was good at this—no, he was incredible , and men had paid handsomely to share his bed. The idea of someone not enjoying their time with him was oddly infuriating, and he hated that Jupiter had somehow managed to zero in on that.

Trev wasn't any ordinary man.

He was gorgeous, he was the best at what he did, and damn it all if he wasn't determined now to prove that to Jupiter and then some.

"What next, sir?" Trev asked, refusing to acknowledge Jupiter's previous assessment.

He would never give him the satisfaction of knowing he was right. Judging by Jupiter's smug expression, he didn't need to, and that only irritated him more.

"Remove your underwear, but please do keep those boots on," Jupiter replied. "I like them."

"Yes, sir." Trev slid his panties down his long legs and kicked them off onto the floor. He spread himself out on his back, letting his legs fall apart to ensure Jupiter got a spectacular view of his body.

Jupiter sighed audibly. "You really are quite magnificent."

"Thank you, sir." Trev rubbed his inner thighs, moving his fingers toward his hole. He didn't touch himself directly, not yet, and instead teased up the line of his taint and cupped his balls.

"Are you ready for me, baby doll?"

"Of course, sir."

Jupiter palmed his cock as he continued to study Trev. His eyes scanned every inch of his flesh, and the tip of his tongue flicked out over his bottom lip, as if he was preparing to dive into a spectacular feast and couldn't quite decide where to start.

Trev remained relaxed, caressing his body in open invitation. He assured himself that he was still in control and that he wanted this as much as Jupiter did.

This wasn't surrender—it was a victory.

He still had every intention of escaping as soon as possible, but first he had to show Jupiter who was really in charge here. Jupiter's lust for him meant Trev was the one with the true power, and he was submitting to absolutely nothing except his own desires.

Said desires being fucking Jupiter from here to next Sunday and then getting the hell out of this town forever.

"How would you like to please me, baby doll?" Jupiter asked as he lazily stroked his cock. "Do you want to ride me? Be taken from behind? Or?—"

"All of it," Trev replied confidently. "I can make you come harder than you've ever imagined in any position. No one can take a cock like I can, and I promise you that you'll be dreaming of being inside my body forever because once you've had me? No one else will ever compare."

Jupiter smiled wickedly. "No one else will ever compare, sir ."

"Yes, sir." Trev planted his heels into the bed and spread his legs wide.

Jupiter crawled up on the bed, looking every bit like a grizzly bear about to pounce on its prey. He paused only to drop his pants and underwear to his knees and then to grab a bottle of lubricant from the cabinet beside the bed, eyeing Trev hungrily as he slicked himself up.

Trev bit his lip, his cock twitching. He was glad he'd prepped earlier so they could go right to it, and he was dying for Jupiter to fill him. As Jupiter came near, Trev boldly reached for his tie and twisted it around his fingers.

Jupiter grabbed his wrist. "Easy now, baby doll. Don't forget who's in charge here."

"Oh, don't worry. I won't, sir." Trev ignored Jupiter's tight grip and yanked on his tie, crashing their lips together in a fierce kiss.

It was a furious storm of hot swipes of tongue and clicks of teeth, each of them fighting for dominance. No kiss had ever before felt so much like a battle, and Trev refused to submit even as the tip of Jupiter's cock threatened to breach him.

He was in control.

Him.

Not Jupiter.

Trev groaned when Jupiter pressed in, and the first bite of penetration made him tremble. Jupiter's girth was deliciously thick, and he tipped his head back, relaxing now so it could push farther inside of him.

Jupiter's lips ghosted along Trev's extended throat, his breath hot as he continued to thrust. He didn't stop until he was fully seated inside of Trev, and his grunts were hoarse as he immediately set a brutal pace. He reared back and grabbed the heels of Trev's boots, forcing him to bring his knees to his chest as he pounded into him.

Trev let himself moan, enjoying the quick burn of each ferocious slam. Jupiter's cock was on the right side of being almost too much, and the friction was wickedly hot. He grabbed his thighs to help keep himself in this folded position, his toes curling inside his boots from the incredible fucking.

Jupiter pumped his hips like a machine set on absolutely wrecking Trev's hole, and Trev had to admit that Jupiter was doing a pretty fantastic job. It had been some time since a man could really give it to him like this, and Jupiter's seemingly endless stamina was impressive. He fucked Trev hard enough for their skin to slap together, and each sharp crack of flesh echoed throughout the room, providing a beat for Trev's chorus of desperate cries.

Fuck, it was good.

Trev could have almost been content to lie there and get fucked into sheer insanity, but he was never one to sit idly by during sex—especially now with his pride on the line. He squeezed down on Jupiter's cock, smirking when he heard him suck in a quick breath, and then he rolled his ass down to meet his frantic slams.

Jupiter uttered a low groan that sounded appreciative, and he adjusted his rhythm to make the most of Trev's feverish grinding.

They were perfectly in sync, as if they'd been doing this for years, taking each other to new heights of savage pleasure. Trev gave everything he had, and he mewled as Jupiter forced him to bend even farther back, dangling his own hard cock right in front of his face.

Jupiter glanced at Trev's dick, watching it bounce as he fucked Trev, and his eyes flicked up to Trev's in a silent questioning.

Trev smirked.

There were certainly many perks to being flexible.

Trev pushed his head forward and licked a luxurious stripe around the head of his own cock.

" Oh ." Jupiter grinned, and his eyes widened. "You really are a talented boy, aren't you, baby doll?"

"I told you I was the best, sir." Trev lapped across his slit, making sure to keep his gaze locked with Jupiter's as he did so.

Jupiter slammed in hard enough to force Trev's cock into his mouth, and he froze there. "Suck it. Go on. Suck it for me."

Trev easily swallowed down the head of his cock, humming noisily and enjoying the vibrations resonating along his shaft. He didn't suck very hard because it would be far too easy to come, and seeing Jupiter completely entranced by the visual of him sucking himself off made him ache.

Yes.

Trev had Jupiter exactly where he wanted him. He had full control now, he was going to make Jupiter fall apart, and he was?—

Jupiter pulled out abruptly, smacking the side of Trev's thigh. "On your knees, baby doll."

Trev gasped as his cock popped out of his mouth, his body stretching back out across the bed. He quickly assumed the ordered position and turned around to offer himself to Jupiter. He made sure to stick his ass up and arch his spine, and he hissed as Jupiter popped his left cheek. "Sir?"

"No more games, baby doll." Jupiter rubbed Trev's cheek to soothe the burn. "You need to get it out of your pretty little head that you're the one calling the shots here."

Trev grunted as Jupiter shoved his cock back in. "When did I say that, sir?" He cried out as Jupiter spanked his other cheek, even harder than before. He bowed his head and fisted the sheets, panting through the new ache. It made him clench around Jupiter's cock, and he felt even bigger, wasting no time in fucking Trev hard and fast.

Jupiter grabbed a hold of Trev's hip and dragged him back into every merciless thrust. "I can see it in your eyes, you smug little vixen."

"I… don't know… what you're talking about!" Trev whimpered as he was given another hard smack, and he dropped onto his elbows. Jupiter was fucking him so hard that he thought he might break, and the intense pressure combined with the new heat flashing over his scalding skin from being spanked overwhelmed his senses.

"Come on now." Jupiter spanked both of Trev's cheeks and then latched on to his sides to continue his incredible pounding. "You tell yourself you're the best… because if you're not… then you're nothing."

"Fuck you, sir !" Trev seethed, finding the strength to lift his head.

No, that wasn't right.

Jupiter had no idea what the fuck he was talking about.

"Mm, and there goes that mouth of yours again." Jupiter grunted as he spanked Trev's ass, delivering three quick smacks in rapid succession.

Trev whimpered and weakly rocked back on Jupiter's cock, trying to seek any new sensation to help distract from his stinging cheeks. The throb created waves of sensation that pounded in his balls and through the head of his cock, and he whined defiantly, "May I have… another… sir?"

Jupiter chuckled low and spanked Trev again.

Trev's head whipped back as he moaned. "God, yes !"

Jupiter forced Trev flat against the bed, still fucking him hard as he whispered nastily in his ear, "I wonder if Boss Cold knows his little brother is such a slut for cock."

"I wonder if the Luchesi family knows how much their goon loved watching me suck my own cock." Trev cried as that earned him another spanking, this one to the side of his hip, and he writhed, trying to seek relief from the sting. He'd certainly been spanked before, but no one had ever dared to try and command his entire body like this.

Trev felt small, even vulnerable, but he refused to submit.

Not now.

Not ever .

He spread his legs to ease the thundering pressure building inside of him, and he held his head high. He gritted his teeth and let only stunted moans leave his lips, refusing to give Jupiter the privilege of hearing his pleasure.

Jupiter growled, his powerful pace finally stuttering to a dramatic close as he came.

Trev sagged into the bed and panted, offering a soft whimper as Jupiter filled him. His dick longed for attention, and he lazily rubbed his erection into the bed. "Please. Please, I want to come."

"Please, what?" Jupiter asked huskily, dragging his lips along the shell of Trev's ear.

"Please, sir ."

"What a good boy. Look at that. You can be taught." Jupiter chuckled and reached beneath Trev to grab his cock. He remained buried balls deep inside of Trev as he stroked him, continuing to taunt, "When you come, you'll know it's only because I'm allowing it, baby doll. Because right now… you're mine."

"Sir… yes, sir!" Trev moaned wantonly as he let the sweet wave of bliss finally overtake him, and his cock pulsed until the room spun. He thrust into Jupiter's tight grip until he had nothing left to give, and he shuddered when Jupiter pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder.

"A very good boy." Jupiter sounded like he was smirking.

That beautiful bastard.

After Jupiter pulled out, Trev actually needed a few moments to collect himself. His cheeks were sore, his hole tender, and he was surprisingly sweaty. He managed to roll onto his side to strike a seductive pose and regain his confident smile, asking sweetly, "So, does the good boy get dinner?"

"Dinner?" Jupiter laughed. He'd gotten up from the bed and was cleaning himself up with a towel from the bedside cabinet.

"You did mention dinner, sir," Trev reminded him. "And you don't know how long you're keeping me here."

Jupiter glanced around the room warily.

Trev's heart thumped.

Jupiter was suspicious, but he looked right past the hidden window and to the door as if to verify that was the only way in or out. "Fine." He handed Trev a fresh towel. "But I'm locking you in. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir." Trev smiled innocently as he wiped himself down.

"Need anything else?"

"If you're taking requests, a bag of frozen peas and a martini. Extra olives." Trev winked. "I promise not to turn into a pumpkin while you're gone."

Jupiter snorted. "I'll be back in ten minutes. Do not get any cute ideas about trying to leave, baby doll. I'd hate to have to punish you."

"Don't threaten me with a good time, sir."

"You're really quite something, Trevanion." Jupiter laughed. He cupped Trev's cheek, musing, "Depending on how this all shakes out, I might just have to keep you for myself."

"Oh? So you won't give me away to the big, bad Boss Cold?" Trev's tone was teasing, but it was a genuine dig for more information. Some men were more chatty after an orgasm, though he doubted Jupiter was one of them.

Jupiter smiled and patted Trev's cheek, saying only, "Behave."

Called it.

Trev gave Jupiter his sweetest smile, stretching out on the bed as Jupiter headed to the door. He stayed in his languid pose even after Jupiter had left, and he waited to hear the door lock and several moments to pass before he sprang to his feet.

Heart pounding in his ears, Trev quickly put his panties back on and then unzipped his boots. He hurried over to the window and used the stiletto heel to slash at the wallpaper. He tore a hole big enough for his fingers to fit in so he could tear it the rest of the way by hand to reveal the window.

"Fuck yes," Trev hissed triumphantly. "Let's fuckin' go, bitch."

He put his boots back on and then hurried to open the window. It was a tight squeeze, but he was able to wiggle through. As soon as his heels hit the pavement outside, he bolted.

It was time for the next phase of his escape plan—getting out of Perry City and praying that he never laid eyes on Jupiter Prospero again.