Chapter 2: Chapter 2

With some “innocent” talk, one thing had led to another, and he’d wasted no time being bold enough to strip for me for reasons I’d probably never know. That had prompted me to do the same. I’d quickly tied him up with his hands behind him and his legs spread apart. He’d thought I was being silly but hadn’t complained about it, and he’d probably thought I hadn’t noticed the rise of his little cock while tied up. He was sober now, so he had to realize just how trapped he really was.

I ripped the tape off Barry’s mouth, but kept his hands tied.

He hissed from the pain and didn’t let go of my gaze, his eyes watering. “P-please, Pedro. D-d-don’t do this. This isn’t right!” He was indeed frightened, after all, and it made me smile on the inside. I sure wasn’t being silly now.

I stood there and drank him in, my cock hardening by the second. “I hate that you took my brother away from me. He doesn’t even want to hang out with me like he used to because of you.”